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fracture

max verstappen x reader | 3.5k

max breaks his wrist during the first week of the off-season.

cw: max breaks his arm, r is a bit rattled, some blood, a naked shower, intimacy, mentions of sex

a/n: c'mon. you know he'd be so annoying. good thing we love him. [i wrote this before the season ended and then...never posted it. so, here, have it before we start all this shit over again in a few weeks.]

You are not there when it happens.

You're asleep, actually, curled up on Max's couch with the cats while he enjoys the first week of the off-season. The celebrations have ended and there is a great deal of work to be done in the next few months, but everyone gets a little bit of respite.

Vacation will come after the holidays. That's the plan, anyway. The last few days have seen you in Monaco, mostly inside Max's place. Just spending time together, relaxing, watching movies, rumpling his sheets. Today, though, he and Danny decided to go on a world-class-athlete-level bike ride.

Which is why you're on the couch. They've been gone all day and you don't expect Max to get home until later. You ran errands, cleaned a little, and then took an afternoon nap.

As you rouse from it, you fumble for your phone to check the time. The screen lights up and you're greeted with --

35 texts. 4 missed calls.

"What the hell?" you mutter, sitting up and opening everything.

DR: sorry for the three calls don't freak out but i think max broke his arm

DR: he says you're probably napping but i'm going to document this for when you wake up

DR: he's fine but yeah that shit is fucked

DR: he says not to tell you he fell off his bike but he fell off his bike

DR: he braked for some animal in the road and went over his handlebars

DR: oh he also scraped his face but he's still pretty, don't worry

DR: his palms are fucked though which is why he's not texting you

DR: we're on the way to the hospital, btw

DR: you're gonna be so pissed when you wake up

It goes on like that. Daniel, to his credit, has given you a play-by-play of the whole situation. You've only been asleep for about an hour and based on the time stamps this started right after you fell asleep.

You get up as you read, grabbing your things and trying to find your shoes as you read. You need to -- you need to go and be wherever they are. You need to help. Heart racing, chest tight, you need to be near Max as soon as possible, even though Danny said he's okay. If this was you, Max would already be there. God, why did you take a nap?

According to the texts, they got to the hospital and he was seen immedietly, x-rayed, and bandaged up. Broken right wrist, Danny had said. He's pissed more than anything.

You're about to call him back when your phone rings in your hands.

"Danny," you say as soon as you accept it.

"Oh, thank fuck," Daniel exclaims. "I thought I was going to have to surprise you in person with the whole thing."

"I'm about to leave, just give me 15 minutes to get there--"

"No, no, no," he interrupts you. "He just got discharged. I'm bringing him home."

You stop in your tracks, one foot shoved halfway into your sneaker. "Really?"

"Yeah, we'll be there in like, 20 minutes?" You can hear Max saying something in the background. "He wants to talk to you," Danny sighs. "Mate, you'll see her soon--"

He's cut off and there's some muffled noises and then Max is saying your name.

"I'm fine," he says. "I only made him tell you so it wasn't a surprise when I came home."

"Max," you sigh, shoulders creeping away from your ears at the sound of his voice. "I'm so sorry, I was asleep!"

He laughs. You feel a bit weepy, which is both an overreaction and cathartic. "Good," he says. "The whole experience has been a pain in the ass."

"You're coming home now? Are you in pain?"

"Eh," he says, dragging out the sound. "They gave me something while they set it so I don't feel it much. Daniel says we'll be home soon. Oh, hold on --" There is some muttering, Danny's voice in the background. "Okay, I'm going to give you back. See you soon, liefje."

"Okay," you say softly.

"Be there in a flash!" Danny says brightly. "Seriously, don't worry."

You hang up and just stand in the hallway, at a loss. Something bad happened to Max and you weren't there. It feels wrong. Not that he's in poor hands with Danny -- quite the opposite. He's probably the only person aside from yourself that you'd want there for Max in a crisis. But, god. You wish you had been there.

The cats weave around your ankles as you pace, waiting for Danny to call or for the door to open or, anything at all to happen. Your mind is running a million miles a minute. Objectively, it's the best time for Max to break something. There isn't even a car for him to test right now and he had at least another week of time off before needing to go back to Milton Keynes. This might throw a wrench in your holiday plans but you couldn't care less about that. How long will he be in a cast? You assume he's in a cast. What kind of help will he need? Will you be enough to provide it? What if he --

Noises in the hall make you freeze and then you hear Danny's voice. You bolt to the door, unlatching the locks and pulling it open. You're greeted with the sight of the two of them -- Danny looking down at Max's keys in his hands, both of their backpacks on his back. They've both changed out of whatever ridiculous bike outfit they must have been wearing for the ride, but you devote your attention to your boyfriend.

You can see the bandages on Max's knees and forearms where he must have scraped himself up on the road. His wrist -- it's in a black cast that runs the length of his forearm. He cradles it to his chest in a sling they must have given him and then you make your way to his face. A few scratches along one cheek, hair a mess, mouth drawn into a frown. A frown that relaxes slightly when you meet his gaze. Your eyes well with tears.

"Max," you breathe. He steps in front of Danny and meets you in the doorway, his cast-free hand cupping your face through the bandages on his palm.

"I'm fine," he says. "You're looking at me like I'm in a coma."

"Sorry," you whisper. "I just --"

He tugs you to him gently, pressing your face into his neck and rubbing your back. You try to be careful of his arm as you breathe deep and will yourself not to actually lose it.

"Guys, can we at least go inside?" Danny asks.

Max huffs and you pull away. He drags his thumb under both of your eyes but doesn't comment on the dampness he finds there. "Inside, liefje."

Danny drops Max's stuff and passes along the documents from the hospital. He's quite the personality but he's all business when he needs to be. "Pain killers in his bag. Call me if you need anything, guys."

You step away from Max long enough to throw your arms around Danny. "Thank you," you whisper. "For looking after him." For calling. For bringing him back to me. For doing what I should have been there for.

He chuckles. "Alright," he says. "Max should break something more often."

Once Danny leaves, it's just the two of you. Max has settled on the couch, head leaning back into the cushions.

"Come sit with me," Max calls. "God, I forgot how much I hate hospitals."

His eyes are closed and he holds his arm gingerly. It's not the first time you've seen him injured -- you've been at his side in the medical tent before after watching him careen into a wall at 190mph. And yet, right now, you're still so upset.

You settle into the cushions on his left side and just watch him.

"I'm sorry," you say again. Max's eyes open. "I can't believe I was asleep when Danny called."

Max shakes his head. "What would you have done?"

"I could have come to get you and take you to the hospital, or just met you there, or--"

He puts his hand on your knee. "Come on," he says. "Don't be silly."

How do you explain it to him? How do you tell him that something happening to him feels like it happened to you? That not being there feels like a personal failing?

"Will you tell me what happened?"

He sighs and you pull his palm from your leg to hold it in your hands.

"It's stupid," he grimaces. "You don't need the details."

"Max."

He folds. Other people in his life have called this your superpower -- Max's will is iron clad. It is very difficult to get him to do something he does not want to do. But one word from you, one soft look, one gentle touch, and he often relents. It's like you can peel back that layer of him that has hardened out of necessity. To protect himself and his heart, to make sure he's taken seriously, to stop things from hurting.

It's like you remind him that it's okay to feel, even when it's hard.

"Daniel summed it up," he grumbles. "We were biking down a hill outside the city and something ran out into the road in front of me. I stopped. Or tried to, at least." He mimes squeezing the breaks, fingers curling in towards his bandaged palms. You stroke his unbroken wrist with your thumb.

"And you went over," you finish.

"And I went over. Got my knees, my forearms, my hands. My wrist, obviously. Just landed badly."

You reach for his face ever so gently, dragging the pad of your thumb over the shallow scrapes on his chin, his cheek. He allows it, knowing that you need to touch him to be sure he's okay. Whenever he has a crash on track you have trouble letting him out of your sight for hours. You just need to look at him, feel him warm and alive under your hands.

"I'm going to write a letter to your helmet manufacturer," you say, not entirely kidding. You slide your hand over his temple and into his hair. It's dirty, you can feel it, but you cradle his skull all the same. "Thank them."

He laughs once, amused with your sincerity. "I need to shower," he says. "But I can't get this wet." You finally direct your attention to his broken wrist, the entirety of his forearm and hand encased in the cast under the sling.

"Does it hurt?" you ask again. Max would tell anyone else off for badgering him so, but he keeps his face soft and reassures you.

"It's strange," he says. "I'm sure I'll feel it later."

"Did it hurt?" you whisper. "When you broke it?"

You know that Max has felt a great deal of pain in his life. His day job requires it -- physical, mental, emotional. He knows how to handle it and get over it. But he's also honest with you, always.

He wrinkles his nose. "It wasn't nice," he confesses. "I knew right away."

You grimace. In the silence, you match your breaths to his and just sit together for a little while.

And then Max's stomach growls.

"Whoops," he says, grinning crookedly. Still an athlete, still a boy with a fast metabolism. You can't help but laugh.

"How about this," you begin, unfolding yourself from the couch and standing in front of him, hands on your hips. Max looks up at you like you're the best thing he's ever seen. "I order some food and then we get you showered while we wait for it. Let the scrapes breathe and keep your cast dry, then we eat and watch a movie and go to bed. Okay?"

"We get me showered?" He sounds skeptical.

"You think you can wash your hair on your own?"

He smirks. "I can do a lot with one hand."

You roll your eyes. "So you're turning down an opportunity to shower with me, is what I'm hearing."

Max gets himself off the couch and rests his palm on your hip. "No," he says softly. "I'm not that stupid."

He kisses you lightly and heads for the bathroom.

"I guess we can wrap it in a plastic bag, or something?" you call after him. It takes a few minutes of opening and closing cabinets for you to find one. You put in a delivery order and make your way to the bathroom. Max has already turned on the shower and you find him shirtless and peeling off his bandages in in front of the mirror.

"Let me do that." He doesn't put up much of a fight, not even wincing when the tape pull at his skin. You see the gashes on his forearm, the raw skin of his palms. "Arm, please." The plastic bag goes around his cast and you tie it at his elbow.

"You planning to wash my hair while wearing your clothes?" Max asks with a straight face.

You stare at him, trying to seem unimpressed. He breaks first, mouth pulling up at one corner before he shucks off his soft shorts and briefs in one go. He pecks you on the cheek and gets in the shower, still smirking at you through the glass door.

"Alright, alright," you mutter. "So dramatic."

You feel Max's eyes on you as you undress, leaving your clothes on a pile on the floor.

The shower is unnecessarily big but Max does not give you much space. The hot spray is at his back and he keeps his plastic bag-clad arm mostly out of the way.

"Feel good?" you ask. Max sighs but nods. You'll bet he's aching but hasn't admitted it. He turns to the side so you can catch some of the spray, too, fighting off the chill outside the warm water.

"I might fall asleep in here," he mutters.

"That'll be the painkillers, darling," you tell him. "C'mon, get your hair wet."

Max tips his head back. You readjust so that you can card your hands through it. You shampoo him gently, taking your time and massaging his scalp. It's a miracle he stays on his feet, but he does. You hum as you work and Max's breaths get deeper, slower.

"Head back," you say softly. He obeys. You do the same with some of your conditioner because you know he likes how it smells.

This shower feels more intimate than the countless hours you've spend in his bed, tangled up in one another. He's been inside you and yet this feels more vulnerable. He's totally ceding control, trusting you to take care of him. You're naked, slick bodies brushing, always touching whether it's your hands in his hair or Max's own fingers reaching for your skin just to feel.

One time, when you were sick, you couldn't muster the energy to take a shower. Max ran you a bath and washed your hair for you, talking all the while because you asked to hear his voice. It's obvious that you'd do the same for him, as you're doing now. It's just how you love each other -- all the way, all the time. When it's easy and when it's hard.

"Danny was right," Max says, words slurring half from bliss and half the fatigue of the day catching up to him. "I should break bones more often."

You finish rinsing him and just stand there in the spray for a few moments.

"Please, no," you groan, brushing wet strands back from his forehead. "If you want me to wash your hair I will, Max. You don't need to break anything."

His eyes flutter open and find yours. He smiles lazily and you turn off the shower.

"If you say so," he says. "Can we take this off, now?"

Bag removed, skin patted dry, comifes on. The food comes when you're settling Max on the couch with a pillow for his arm. In all likelihood he'll manage a few bites of take out and fall asleep 15 minutes into the movie. But he needs the rest, you think. And besides, he'll have you to watch over him.

It becomes clear remarkably quickly that Max is an awful patient. You sort of knew this -- he's been sick a few times when you're around, but you figured that was just man-disease. Whining, refusing to sit still. This is 10x worse. He won't let you do anything for him until he's proven that he can't do it himself. You consider locking him in your bedroom to keep him from trying to do things he shouldn't do.

Max just wasn't made to sit still.

But you can empathize -- it's frustrating to not be able to do any of the things he really likes to do. Drive, use his sim, even play regular video games. It's a lot of movies and long walks and leg days with his trainer.

And then there's the way he just won't ask for help. That's a Max Verstappen original and you know it gets worse when he's frustrated. You do it too -- everyone does. But Max wants to do everything himself, wants to prove that he can.

You try to sit back and let him work it out. About a week after he comes home with his arm in a cast, he calls your name. You're in the kitchen, staring into the open fridge and wondering if you should order more groceries or just go to the shops yourself.

"You okay?" you call back. "Where are you?"

"Bathroom,"he shouts.

Ah, you think. Here we go.

He hasn't shaved yet. You've always loved when he keeps his facial hair a little longer. You love the feel of it on your skin and how it lightens along with his hair when you're on holiday somewhere nice. It's more likely that he keep it long in the off-season. Hot races are a nightmare with a beard, he's said. It itches like mad.

"Coming," you call.

Sure enough, you find him in front of the sink, razor in hand and frown firmly in place. He makes eye contact with you in the mirror and even though you can feel his annoyance from here, the set of his jaw softens.

"Do you think you could help me shave?" he asks. No lead up, no hem and haw.

"Of course, Max."

You quickly work out that sitting on the counter next to the sink while he stands between your knees works best. His broken wrist hangs at his side, the other hand resting on the counter next to your leg.

You lather him up, carefully applying the white foam of his shaving cream on his cheeks, his chin, his neck. He's got a fancy razor, one that will probably make it hard to cut him. Still, you feel the way he's basically handed you a blade and asked you to use it on him. In so many ways it's one of the most intimate things you've ever done. Even more than the showers you've had this week, just chatting and washing his hair.

"I'll be careful," you say softly.

"I know." He tilts his chin up, showing you his neck. "Go on, then."

It's quiet work. You're focusing hard and Max seems content to allow you. Stroke after stroke, rinsing the razor in the sink. You keep one hand at the base of this throat as the other works, gliding it over his skin. Cheeks, jaw, upper lip. Chin, neck.

"I like your beard, you know," you say when you're almost done. He waits until you're rinsing the razor again to reply.

"I do," he says, smirking. "You aren't quiet about it."

The last patch comes off as easily as the rest and you grab a damp towel to clean the rest of the shaving cream. Max appears to have relaxed enough to become pliant, leaning into your touch as you finish. He lets you rub moisturizer into his cheeks, eyes fluttering closed. His hand ends up on your leg, fingers pressing into the flesh of your thigh.

"Cheeky," you mutter. He smiles, boyish and easy. You take your time, pleased that he's letting you, but also because you could touch him forever. "Schatje," you whisper, trying to make it sound like it does from his lips. "All done."

Max doesn't move. You frame his face with your hands and lean in until your lips touch. You feel his smile against yours, but he dutifully tilts his head to deepen the kiss. His freshly shaved skin is so soft. You've kissed thousands of times by now, but you can never get enough of him. The way he responds to your every move, meeting your pressure with some of his own. Your tongue with his, swallowing your moans and giving you his own like a gift.

It's Max who pulls away, dragging his lips over your cheek.

"Dankje," he whispers. It means more than that, you know. From Max, it means thank you for dealing with me, for taking care of me, for loving me.

He doesn't think any of that is easy for you. But he's wrong. It's the easiest thing in the world.

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen fanfic #mv33 x reader #mv33 #f1 fanfic #my writing #fic: fracture

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cerealbishh · 12 hours ago

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"Nice to meet you, Mark."

"You too."

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dokyumms · 2 days ago

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seventeen's reaction to their s/o being a surgeon !

pairings: ot13 x gn surgeon!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 861

cw: none

a/n: another request done! i'm definitely not a surgeon, so this is probably not accurate T-T also, i'm going to try to start posting on a schedule eventually... but i'm not sure yet. anyways, enjoy this kings ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

scoups - he didn't even realize he could fall more in love with you until you told him you were a surgeon. not only are you smart, but you save lives (and he just thinks you look hot in scrubs)? oh he's dug himself up a deeper hole. he tries to do what he can to help you, always offering to pick you up from work even if you clock out just hours before he has to go to practice.

jeonghan - he enjoys being your stay at home wife and sugar baby lol. when he found out, he probably showed the most excitement he'd shown in a while, "so, this means you have enough money to buy me a dyson hair dryer?" he likes knowing that you're working hard while he rots on the couch, but he hates when you have to get up for work at 5:30 in the morning. you can't count how many times you've almost been late for work since jeonghan will trap you in bed with him until the very last minute.

joshua - honestly the best moral support. he really loves that you help others for a living and wants to get involved, making bracelets for all your surgical patients. whenever you're burnt out or tired, he's there to catch you as well. he wants to make sure you're always in the best state to do your job well, so occasionally he'll nag on some of your bad habits, "we need you alive so you can keep other people alive silly,"

jun - he's very curious about your job, "you do what?? tell me more," he always asks about how your day was and won't sleep till you tell him every detail. so, now he knows all the drama between your coworkers. anytime he gets injured he immediately sends a photo to you with absolutely no warning and asks you to diagnose him (because he lowkey thinks surgeon = doctor 😭).

hoshi - very explosive reaction to say the least... "WHAT?? that's like such a scary job though??? how..?" he's honestly a little scared of you now. one time he sent you a picture of a vase he accidentally broke and was like "you won't dissect me or something because of this... right?" but anytime a member disrespects him? he's instantly using you to threaten them.

wonwoo - if he didn't have enough respect for you already, he certainly does now. he lovesss having a book-smart partner. sort of like jun, but he does more research so he can engage in more conversation with you. he even read a book all about it so you don't have to explain all the medical lingo to him.

woozi - secretly very impressed. he tries to be nonchalant about it when he finds out like, "okay.. cool," but then he'll end watching a ton of videos about it later. he would've never thought someone like you could have such an enduring job, you're always so bright around him! if it were him, he'd never be in a good mood lol.

dk - he's definitely worried about you all the time now, but also you're biggest cheerleader! anytime you have a big surgery coming up, he always send you good luck messages, "my y/nnn, you got this! i'll be cheering you on ๑˃̶͈̀Ⱉ˂̶͈́๑" he totally checks up on you like every hour as well, "are you eating? well you should eat :)"

mingyu - like jeonghan, he's now your stay at home wife. he literally packs you lunch every morning and even puts in little sticky notes with surgeon-related jokes... are they funny? well, more or less, but he always draws little doodles of you in your scrubs that make you giggle.

the8 - he admires you so much for your job, and he makes sure that you know it too. when you get home from work he's just like, "you're so cool, you know," if you EVER downplay yourself, he's constantly reminding you that you shouldn't try to make it sound like your job is easy. and to your dismay, he's always flexing that he's got a surgeon as his partner.

seungkwan - impressed and worried. whenever you mention having a big surgery, he's more nervous than you (even if it's already passed). he's really big on making sure you're taking care of yourself, offering to treat you to a spa day whenever you have time. plus, it's an excuse for him to do face masks with you.

vernon - bro will NOT stop making 'grey's anatomy' references. it's too late to stop him. "there're no 'mcdreamys' at your job right?" he makes you watch the show with him and asks if it's accurate. other than that, super chill and respects your work ethic.

dino - he's scared of you, but also super proud. you won't catch this guy even coming close to disrespecting you anytime soon. also someone who will confuse surgeons as doctors, so you have to explain to them that they're really different, and no, you can't write him a doctor's note so he can skip practice because he has a 'mega bad headache'

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quesocheeso · 11 hours ago

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A sharp laugh rang over the crashing waves, Macaque's ears pinned back to muffle the laugh as its owner's double over in a fit.

"That's the best joke yet! C'mon, bud, you know I'm smarter than that", Wukong's voice may be cheerful but his eyes, his eyes showed a building annoyance. If it had been a joke, it would not have landed at all, unfortunately for the two celestial primates it was not a joke at all.

I wish it was, Macaque thought, no, I wish it happened in better circumstances

"It's not, I'm being serious here Wukong—"

"Yeah as if! You? Pregnant? You don't have a single parental bone inside of you!" his laughter cut off, and his temper was rearing its head once again.

"I don't know what type of vile scheming you think you are doing, but this? This is a new low, even for you—"

"Wukong—"

"No that's not right, this is exactly the type of crap you'd try!"

"Oh please like you're such a saint! You may try to lie to everyone, but I know you! And you're just as rotten as I am, two peas in a pod!"

"At least I am trying to change, you've just become worse! And now you're even lying about cubs!"

"I've already told—"

why are you arguing with him? wouldn't it be better if he doesn't believe you?

Macaque shut his mouth with a click.

do you want him to be around your cub? he'd probably want to take them away from you, and if he does you know you wouldn't be able to stop him. you'll never see your cub ever again.

Macaque stared back at Wukong, the only noise was the waves crashing and the sounds of the jungle behind them. He hadn't even made it two steps into the island before the Monkey King was before him.

that's right. i have no power here. never did.

Instead Macaque plastered a smirk on his face.

make him relinquish his rights before he figures it out. he'll be forced out of the picture and you won't have to worry about him ever again. you can leave. just you and your cub.

"Alright smart guy, guess that means you wouldn't want a cub with little old me, huh? How kingly of you~" Macaque leaned forwards taunting the king, laying it on thick, hoping the king's temper would cloud his judgement.

he's smart. you need to be smarter.

"With a guy like you? Never. I'd have better luck with a random mortal off the streets" Wukong sneered back, eyes flashing red briefly before turning back to their false gold.

"Well then why don't you say it loud and clear, tough guy. How Sun Wukong doesn't want anything to do with this cub, if it's such a joke!"

don't call my bluff, fall for it. just one dismissal and you won't ever have rights over this cub. just one more time fall for it.

"Don't mind if I do! I, Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Above Heaven want—"

Macaque willed it to happened, he hoped, and yet why was he shaking?

"—want nothing to do with your scheming right now so I'm leaving", the sage turned around manifesting his somersault cloud, and climbing on it.

what.

"What?! We're not done here! You have to say it, Wukong!"

"I'm done playing games with you Macaque, so I'm leaving before I say something we'll both regret"

that's what I need you to do!

"Wuko—!" but the sage was gone before Macaque could finish.

Leaving Macaque with even more problems than he began with.

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Lore explanation:

In demon society, the one who carries the child has primary rights over the child when neither of the parents are together. That doesn't mean the other parent doesn't have any rights, they're just secondary guardians.

But that right can be revoked if they announce it so, it's like magically binding.

So if Wukong had fallen for Macaque's trap, he would have revoked his rights over Xiaoxing before he even realized he was real lmaooo.

3am Au

#lmk #3am au #shadowpeach #lmk wukong #lmk sun wukong #3am xiaoxing #not a writer but i think i did pretty good😎

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lunammoon · 3 days ago

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What type of plant would Harding gift your Rook? Probably something that they can put in food. Like Basil or Rosemary. Just not mint because they already have Too Much in a way that anyone who has planted mint will understand. Harding still tries to give them mint. Again, for reasons anyone who has grown mint can understand.

Do they like Harding's cooking? Harding's Yam and Jam slams are not that bad, but Harding gets bonus points for the thoughtfulness of the gesture more than anything. During the first couple of months where Ezra is legitimately trying to figure out how to separate Lucanis and Spite after the first attempt, but before the second and last attempt (because if anyone could do it without hurting either of them they're sure that they could) in trying to express how fucked up what Zara did to them was on a purely metaphysical level says calls the Ossuary experiments "Facinating in the same way that what Harding does to potatoes is fascinating. "

What animal/monster would Davrin carve for your Rook? I'm torn between some kind of cat, and some kind of dog. If it's a dog, then it's specifically a grim.

Does your Rook like the walks in Arlathan with Davrin? Ezra loves the fresh air and the sunshine and the way Arlathan feels alive. They also enjoy spending time with Davrin and Assan. Sometimes they'll invite him out instead of waiting for him to invite them.

What is something Neve could call on your Rook for if she needs certain expertise for a case? Things related to spirits but unrelated to the deceased. Particularly blood magic, which is used to bind spirits to objects. In like, an au where Ezra is Ezra and not Rook, and Neve was hired by Caterina to locate her grandson (maybe in a timeline where the Inquisitor and Varric successfully talk Solas down long before the 9:51) and she had picked up enough info to know what was happening down there, she would have asked Ezra to assist.

Does your Rook share Neve's love of fried fish? No. While fish is the only meat they eat and they basically only eat if if they're out in the wilderness and it's the easiest food to access. They tried it once since they'd already been given to them by Neve and didn't particularly like them.

Does your Rook join Bellara in her technical talks about the Fade and various artifacts or are they more content to listen? They might join in if it intersects with something that they know about. Or if they're helping Bellara work out an issue. Otherwise, they just sit and listen. They like to listen to Bellara work through a problem.

Do your Rook and Bellara read serials together? Yes. Ezra goes out of their way to find good ones for them to read with, as many containing happy endings as they can.

What is your Rook's favorite dish that Lucanis cooks? I don't know what the exact dish is, but it's either some kind of stew or some kind of pastry stuffed with vegetables.

What would Lucanis buy for your Rook at the Grande Market? An empty notebook small enough to fit in their coat pockets. They end up filling it entirely with information pertaining to helping him and Spite. It's a coincidence that it's the notebook Lucanis gave them mind you. They just need a separate notebook for it since the plan is that when they're done they give the notebook to Lucanis to either keep or burn instead of submitting the contents to the Mourn Watch as part of their research like they normally do.They don't want Lucanis to feel like a thesis project.

What dragon would Taash think your Rook would like the best? The Vinsomer. They are correct.

Do they bring your Rook 'round the Hall of Valor to drink often? Yes absolutely. Ezra doesn't drink much, but Spirits like them and so they'll sit and talk with them for a while.

Would your Rook like Emmrich's mother's hazelnut torte? They adore it.

What kind of tea would Emmrich make for your Rook? If Ezra is making themself tea, it's always mint. But I feel in my heart that if Emmrich is making it, then the answer is a strong black tea. Something so strong that they can taste it and nothing else.

Bonus: What is one thing a companion does to cheer up your Rook if they're feeling down? Davrin - When Ezra is reaching a point where it seems like they're going to lose it, Davrin will come up with some excuse why the three of them (Davrin, Rook, Assan) need to go to Arlathan forest so that they can Touch Grass.

Small Rook & Companion Questions:

What type of plant would Harding gift your Rook?

Do they like Harding's cooking?

What animal/monster would Davrin carve for your Rook?

Does your Rook like the walks in Arlathan with Davrin?

What is something Neve could call on your Rook for if she needs certain expertise for a case?

Does your Rook share Neve's love of fried fish?

Does your Rook join Bellara in her technical talks about the Fade and various artifacts or are they more content to listen?

Do your Rook and Bellara read serials together?

What is your Rook's favorite dish that Lucanis cooks?

What would Lucanis buy for your Rook at the Grande Market?

What dragon would Taash think your Rook would like the best?

Do they bring your Rook 'round the Hall of Valor to drink often?

Would your Rook like Emmrich's mother's hazelnut torte?

What kind of tea would Emmrich make for your Rook?

Bonus: What is one thing a companion does to cheer up your Rook if they're feeling down?

#im doing all this for Ezra and not Eos #because i've given up the pretense of Eos being a character to me I'm I'm being honest #like i don't really think much about her or her backstory outside of vague snippets because she's just me making a character as #close to myself as possible without any real thought of development #While Ezra is like a proper OC #datv

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10 things + part three

authors note: after 87 years of waiting, here is the third and final part to this mini series. def struggled with writing it, as i haven't been in the headspace for it, hence why it hasn't been updated in so long. hope it was worth the wait and not a disappointment. ❤️

words: 5k

warnings: angst

part one + part two

***gif belongs to @dejameflorecer ***

It’s been a week.

A week since an already tumultuous relationship went from bad to worse in a matter of minutes.

Nova isn’t sure if she’s ever cried as much as she has in the past week. Maybe not since the death of her childhood dog, Sadie, when she was twenty-one. But, this kind of grief is something different. Something heavier and devastating.

Something heartbreaking.

A part of her saw it coming. Nova knew it was only a matter of time before things with RJ and Roman reached a boiling point. The tension and animosity seemed like it grew by the day though something that’s actually existed for years.

The same amount of time she’s worked so hard to fix it. To repair what’s clearly broken. But, it’s always come at a cost. The latest expense, however, is unacceptable. On several fronts.

Roman put his hands on RJ.

He put his hands on their son. Their child. An act that resulted in RJ unintentionally hurting his little sister.

Two of her three children were hurt, in different ways, by their own father.

Nova knows Roman would never ever do anything to intentionally hurt any of their kids, but that doesn’t matter in the face of what’s happened.

What’s done is done, and she doesn’t know how to move past it.

If that’s even a possibility.

He’s tried to reach out. Both have. Roman and RJ, but she’s left them both on read for different reasons, only responding with, 'she's fine' with their questions about Bella. Roman hasn’t tried to come home in the past week, and she’s partially grateful, though it breaks her heart just a little when the girls ask about their dad.

When they ask where daddy is.

She has an idea.

Probably staying in the penthouse.

Or, maybe not.

She struggles between caring and not giving a fuck.

And, her son, via Live 360 shows that he’s been staying with Jey. Unsurprising, to say the least.

RJ has always been close with the twins, Jey especially. And given how Jey and Roman are on the outs, it only makes sense his estranged son would find escape with an estranged cousin.

Nova has to have an emergency session with her therapist. It’s not life-threatening, and she reiterates there are no safety concerns. She just knows she needs to talk with someone. But, even that conversation is only slightly as helpful as she would like it to be, because Nova omits a lot. Primarily the part where Roman shoved RJ, and Bella got hurt in the process. Things are already bad enough. The last thing Nova needs is DCFS opening an investigation.

She has enough going on in her life.

But, what does come out of that session is a realization. A few, but Nova is taking them one at a time.

The doorbell ringing pulls her from her thoughts. She takes a deep breath, reminding herself that she can and needs to do this.

Walking from out the kitchen of her spacious home, she makes her way to the front door, not bothering to look out the peephole.

Opening it, she’s met with the most sheepish expression one could muster.

RJ stands there, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Hey, mama….”

Instantly, her eyes are watering. As upset she might have been, and still is with her son, that’s her baby boy.

Stepping aside, she motions for him to come in. He does so, keeping an almost careful distance between them. Like, he’s being cautious.

Looking around, he asks, “where—where are the girls?”

An understandable question. RJ is a good big brother, and the girls adore him. Have missed him the same way they miss their dad. But, they don’t need to be around for this.

“With grandma and grandpa,” she answers. Nova leads them over to the living room where she takes a seat on the big sofa. Junior remains standing, nervous almost. She pats the space next to her. “Take a seat.”

He hesitates, but only for a second. Slowly, he lowers his body onto the sofa, legs semi spread, big foot tapping. A nervous thing, clearly.

Nova doesn't say anything at first, taking time to gather her words.

“I’m sorry, mama,” RJ blurts, like holding it any long would be too painful. “I didn't—” He closes his eyes, shaking his head. “I would never hurt Bella or you or Cami or—”

“I know, honey,” she answers in a low voice. “It–it was a mistake.” Because, it was. For all her son’s faults and vices, that is most definitely not one of them.

Same for Roman.

But, that’s another conversation.

“Does she—does she hate me?” A quiet, almost fearful question.

Nova smiles softly, reaching a hand over. “No, Junior. She doesn’t hate you. She could never hate you.” Because while Bella was understandably upset that night, the following morning, she was asking about her big brother and daddy.

Her little girl could never be mad at the men in her life for too long.

Something she clearly gets from her mother.

Another question. “Do you hate me?”

At that, Nova’s eyes widen. She leans over, taking RJ’s hand in her own. “RJ, I could never hate you, baby. I love you. I was….I was upset with you, yes, but I could never hate you.” The truth. The God’s honest truth. “But, I do—I do need to talk to you.” She swallows, jumping straight to it. “Honey, how do you know about your dad cheating on me?”

Because, in all of the things to come out of that terrible night, that has to be the one thing that’s kept her up the most.

She’d prepared to go to her grave keeping that secret from her children.

Nova sees the way RJ’s expression shifts. Something cold and solemn. “I heard you crying about it that night.” Her stomach drops. “I was coming to ask you for help with my homework, and I saw you. I saw you crying onto Aunt Naomi’s shoulder.”

RJ may not realize it, but he’s just taken her back. Taken Nova back to one of the hardest periods of her life. All of the emotions rushing and slamming into her with newfound intensity. She had no idea her son overheard and saw that. No idea he’s been sitting silently on such a thing for years.

It’s been years since that rough patch with her husband.

“He broke your heart, mama.” She looks away, wiping at her tears. She didn’t realize she still felt so many things from that day. “He cheated on you, broke your heart, and you still took him back.” Her eyes shut, his voice desperate as he asks, “why?”

Nova takes a deep breath. This is the single most difficult conversation she’d both dreaded and never imagined having to have, but here she is.

There is no escaping it now.

“RJ…” Eyes closing, heart racing, she forces it out. “I cheated on your dad first.”

His eyes widen, his jaw partially dropped. He’s stunned. “What?”

Nova forces herself to look over at him, momentarily taken back. It’s like she’s looking at her heartbroken husband all over again.

She sniffles, wiping her eyes, moving into a well deserved explanation. “I was 23. Your dad was on the road wrestling. And, I was here, working a full time job, taking care of you. We were struggling financially, so he had to be gone. He was trying to help provide for us, and I knew that. But….but, I got lonely, and I—I started to resent that he was gone all the time.” A summarized explanation leaving out a lot of details that, even with RJ knowing about the affairs, Nova knows he doesn’t need to know. “He—” This is the part that she’ll forever regret and never be able to forget for as long as she lives. “He walked in on me and the man in bed, flowers and chocolate in hand. He—he’d come home to surprise you and I.” Her voice cracks, the emotion tipping over. “I’ll never forget how devastated he looked.”

Gutted. He was gutted. Furious but more hurt than anything.

“Sweetie.” Nova presses her lips together, shaking her head. “I broke your dad’s heart first.”

It was the reason she first started going to therapy all those years ago. Because Nova struggled deeply with how she betrayed Roman. How she’d allowed temporary emotions to lead her into making what remains one of the biggest regrets of her life.

RJ is stunned into silence, looking down, bewildered and floored. “I—I can’t—”

“You were right, honey. Your father did cheat on me, and he did break my heart.” Nova can’t and won’t deny that. Two truths can be right in the same universe. Roman was wrong, and so was she. But, they worked hard to move past those two major trust and boundary violations. So hard. “But, I chose to forgive him, because I love him, because he found it in his heart to forgive me, because he loves me.” She reaches over, gently stroking the back of his head. “The same way he loves you.”

He says nothing, clearly still struggling between maintaining his wall, and maybe, just maybe, letting it down just enough.

“Do you….do you remember how I used to record all your games, and—” A small, silly smile breaks on her face as she recalls her scowling little boy blushing almost from embarrassment. “And, you used to always ask me why I did it? Used to tell me it wasn’t that big a deal?”

He nods, still saying nothing, a frown present on his face.

“Baby…” Her head tilts, that smile growing just a smidge. “I did it, because your dad asked me to.” Junior’s eyes widen once more at yet another bombshell being dropped on him. “And the first thing he did when he got home and had time, he’d watch them. Every single game. From start to finish. Take notes, too.”

RJ looks as breathless as he sounds. “What?”

“I know….” She sniffles, tears cascading down her face. “I know he wasn’t there a lot when you were younger, and I realize now how that impacted you more than I realized, but sweetheart, he would come home as often as he could. Even if it meant us losing out on money, he would come home, RJ. And, he came because he wanted to see you.”

Another whispered confession from the depths of long buried trauma. “He did?”

Nova tilts her head, a small scoff leaving her mouth. “Roman is….he can be difficult at times.” Difficult feels too much of a simplification, prompting her to explain. “He’s stubborn and hardheaded, and he thinks he knows everything sometimes. If not all of the time, and he was wrong to put his hands on you. You can bet I’ll be talking to him about that.”

Because, she will. Because, Nova cannot see how there’s a way to move past that and act like nothing happened.

Roman took it too far this time.

Way too far.

“But baby, you can also be stubborn and hardheaded. I know….I know you may not want to hear this, but you’re a lot like your dad, and I think that’s also why you two clash the way you do.” Two titans fighting for dominance. Neither willing to break or back down.

At least, until now.

“I—” He finally speaks, ending his minutes long silence. “I didn’t know….I always felt….he never acted like….” Roman Jr. struggles to verbalize what is clearly years worth of pain and hurt. And, Nova won’t make him.

She knows exactly what he’s trying to say.

“RJ, in all the years I’ve known and been with your dad, I’ve only seen him cry once, and that was the day you were born.” Nova will never forget the silent tears that ran down Roman's face as he held his son for the first time. He was so happy. “Honey…..” She takes a second to find the right words. “Your dad….he’s always struggled with feelings and emotions and showing them, but I need you to believe me when I tell you that he loves you. He always has, and he always will.” RJ looks away, shutting his eyes. A lone tear escaping. “I know things between you two have been rough, and I’m so sorry if you knowing about the affair has played any role in the deterioration of your relationship, but please don’t let that get in the way of things. You need your dad in your life, and believe me or not, he needs you, too.”

They all need each other, but it starts with them.

Father and son.

It started with them, and it needs to end with them.

—--------

Roman was just readying to head out. He was doing his best to respect the space Nova clearly wanted, but being away from his girls was becoming too much. She graciously replied to only one of his many texts, simply sharing that Bella was okay.

Nothing else.

And, it wasn’t that Roman didn’t understand the distance she was placing between them. He fully did, but it didn’t negate the fact that he missed his family. He misses his family.

He needs to see them.

He needs to see all his kids and speak to them, but one step at a time.

Keys in hand, Roman opens the door at the same time his entire body stills.

“Junior….”

Sure enough, his oldest stands before him, expression clearly torn. A similar experience to what Roman himself has felt the past week.

RJ swallows, gesturing inside the penthouse. “Are—are you busy?”

Roman takes a second to respond, surprised as all hell by the last person he expected to see. The last person he expected to want to see him.

“No….no….come…come in.”

Roman steps aside, and his son does just as such. Closing and locking the door, Roman watches RJ walk over and sit on the sofa, legs spread, hands clasped together as he stares at the expensive rug.

For a moment, Roman stands unsure of what to do. Lord knows he has no idea what to fucking say. He was prepared to plead to and with his wife. Not his oldest son.

Not yet, at least.

Nevertheless, he finds himself sitting on the sofa, opposite of RJ, that tension previously felt between them at any given point suddenly melted into something almost unidentifiable. He doesn’t know what exactly it is. Just that it feels different.

Finally, Roman realizes he’s the one that needs to break this. In more ways than one. “Junior—”

“Mama told me what happened.”

Roman frowns, confused and lost. “About?”

He watches RJ swallow. “The affairs.” Roman’s back straightens. He’s most definitely wondered about that part of RJ’s angry outburst all week. Just how he knew. But, that’s suddenly less concerning in the face of what was just said. “How…how she cheated on you first, and you forgave her.”

The older man nods. “I did.”

RJ looks up. “How you cheated on her, and she forgave you.”

Roman swallows. “She did.” An act of grace and mercy Roman will forever be grateful for. Always. “Son….” Roman pauses, taking a deep breath. He wasn’t prepared for this, hadn’t gone over what he wanted to say if and when this moment came. But, sitting across from his firstborn, he’s realizing it’s less about preparation and more about honesty.

He needs to speak from the heart.

It’s time for all this to stop.

“I’m not a perfect man, and I never will be.” Roman does his best to keep his words clear, concise, and to the point. “I’ve hurt you, hurt your mom, hurt my family over the years, and I can’t….I can’t change that. I can’t take back what I’ve done, even though I’d give anything to. You…you have no idea.” He pauses, his own emotions taking a front seat. “I—I always said I would never be anything like my father. He’s a coldhearted bastard who only cares about power, success, and performance. Always told me I needed to be the best and anything less was unacceptable.” Roman runs his hand over his face, revisiting a long ago memory. “The day you were born was both the happiest and scariest fucking day of my life. I—I swore to you that day that I’d always be there for you, that I’d be a good dad to you, and that hasn’t happened.” His eyes shut, glazed over with vulnerability and accountability. “And, I’m sorry, son. I am so fucking sorry.”

RJ looks away, clearly overwhelmed by all of the emotions and unexpected confessions the day has brought. But, it’s time, and he knows it. Time to let go of the hurt, of the pain. It’s time to be honest.

“Mama told me….she told me you were the one who wanted her to record my games. That you…that you watched them.” He shakes his head, finally looking over at his father, also with unshed tears in his eyes. “All these years, I’ve been so upset with you, so angry with you. Because I thought you hurt mom, and I thought you didn’t care. Because….because you weren’t there, and I wanted you to be…to be proud of me.” He swallows, jaw clenching from the heaviness of it all. “I wanted….” His voice breaks. “I wanted my dad to love me.”

Roman’s exterior completely shatters. “Junior….”

Without thinking or even overthinking it, Roman stands and moves to sit next to his son, not wasting a single second to pull him into a hug.

A hug that RJ, for the first time in years, reciprocates.

Roman cradles the back of his head, offering the sort of comfort that his son has wanted for years. The love he’s craved. “Son, I’ve loved you since the day you were born. I’ve always loved you, and I always will.” A vow. A promise. Something that can and will never be broken. Not from this day forward. “And, I am so proud of you.”

RJ’s eyes clench shut.

Years.

For years, he’s wanted and craved for so long.

Something he’s had the entire time.

“You’re a fine young man, RJ.” Roman compliments, pulling back, hand gently on the back of his son’s neck. “A better man than I could ever be, and I’m sorry for the role I’ve played in your hurt. I’m gonna do better. By you. By your mom. By your sisters. All of you. I promise.”

Roman has a lot of work to do. He knows this. This one conversation, as heartfelt and vulnerable as it is, can’t undo years of damage and trauma. There’s a long road ahead, but it’s a road he’s willing to travel on.

A journey to healing he’s more than ready to make.

—-----

Despite the unexpected appearance of his son at his doorstep, and the vulnerable conversation that followed, Roman still found his way back to the house.

He has to.

For a week, he’s suffered, as deserved, reliving the incident in his head like a bad song on repeat. He fucked up. A line was crossed that had never been crossed, and while he can’t blame Nova for icing him out, the truth remains that that’s still his wife. Those are his daughters. His son.

His family.

He has to make things right.

Or, at least, try.

He’s certain Nova looked through the peephole before answering, because her usual greeting of “who is it?” is bypassed and traded with the door being swung open. And, there she stands, looking just as beautiful as she always has.

But, there’s a sadness about her eyes that makes him frown. A sadness because of him.

Nova eyes him up and down. “You talked to RJ?” It’s not a question, not with the almost declaratory nature of her tone. Still, he feels obligated to at least reply.

“Yeah,” he answers.

She continues to look at him before closing the door behind her and walking over to the wooden bench on their porch. He’s prepared to remain standing when she pats the space next to her.

He obliges.

She’s quiet, Roman able to tell she’s deep in thought, hence him not saying anything. Just giving her the space to think and speak, when ready.

“Roman, what happened….what happened was not okay.” She starts off, hands planted on her thighs. Nova looks at him. “You lost your temper, but not even that, you lost your temper with our son, and Bella got hurt in the process.”

He closes his eyes. She’s not saying anything he doesn’t already know. Nothing he hasn’t mentally berated himself over for the past week. As he deserves. But, there’s something about hearing her say it aloud, the devastation in her voice, that makes it that much worse. It twists the knife.

“I know,” is all he can say. He won’t make excuses. There are none to make.

“You’ve had an anger problem since we were kids, Roman. But, it’s never….” She trails off, looking away and taking a deep breath. “You need help.”

“You’re right,” he swallows. She’s always been right. He’s just been too stubborn and headstrong to see and/or acknowledge it. “I should have never put my hands on him. It should have never reached that point, but it did, and I’m so sorry, Nova. What happened was fucked up and not okay.” She glances over at him, Roman having to fight back the urge to wipe away her tears. “I haven’t been the husband you deserve or the father I need to be for our kids, and I’ve realized the only way that can change is if I get the help I need.”

All truthful, painful, almost embarrassing confession from a man who’s gradually come to realize the extent and depth of damage he’s done. Somewhere along the way, Roman lost himself. Lost sight of what was most important, and it’s caused him to land exactly where he is.

Practically begging for another chance.

“RJ….RJ told me….told me that you two talked,” she finally speaks after a good minute. “He—he said that you’re going to try to work on your relationship. That….that you asked him to think about doing family therapy with you.”

Roman nods. “I did.”

She casts him a leveled look. “Did you mean it though?”

An easy answer, probably the easiest he’s given all day. “Yes.”

Roman doesn’t necessarily like the idea of therapy. He’s done it before, but still. Feelings and emotions, and talking about them, have never been the easiest for him. But, what he wants more than anything is to repair his relationship with the people he loves the most, and if this is the way to do that, then he’ll do it ten times over.

“And what about individual therapy?” She’s probing, prying to see where his headspace is and how far he’s willing to go to right all his many wrongs.

“That too,” he agrees. “Whatever….whatever I have to do, Nova. I’ll do. I love you. I love our kids, and I love our family. I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this, and I know it starts with me. Nova….” He reaches for her hand, her emotional gaze on him. “I’m not asking for your forgiveness, baby. I know I have to earn that. I have a lot to earn back….” He trails off but never breaks their eye contact. “I’m just asking for another chance.”

Nova doesn’t answer right away, and he doesn’t expect her to. He knows that sometimes she has to sit and think on things. That the gravity of the situation may require additional time. And, he’ll give her that. He’ll give her all the space she needs, because he owes her that much and so much more.

“The girls have missed you.”

But, have you?

Roman has to stop himself from actually asking her.

“I’ve missed them, too.”

I’ve missed you.

Nova takes a deep breath. “I think we should go to marriage counseling again.”

Yet another thing they’re on the same page with. They attended two times prior, both times to process and work through the affairs. Roman found it helpful then. He’s sure he’ll find it helpful now.

“I agree.”

She nods, looking at their conjoined hands, the sun peaking past and under the gable roof reflecting off her wedding ring and his wedding band. “I—I want your focus to primarily be on RJ. That has to be worked on, Roman, if this is going to work.”

“I know.” More agreement of a truth he can’t deny anymore. “I’m gonna make it right, Nova.”

She stares at him, looks at him in a way no one else but she can. Like, she can read him better than he can read himself. “You can come back home.” Roman closes his eyes, a massive wave of relief and joy coming over him. “But, I swear to God, Roman, if you ever put your hands on my son again, this marriage is over. I will divorce your ass so fast, and not only will I get sole custody of the girls, any visits you have with them will be supervised only.” She finishes her firm, assertive declaration with a pointed look. “Do you understand me?”

The thought of such a situation guts Roman. He would never hurt his daughters. Ever. Will forever regret shoving his son. And, he knows good and well as much as Nova might love him, she’s a mother first. Their kids will always be her first priority, as they should be. He respects that. Immensely.

“I understand,” he acknowledges. Roman runs his thumb over her knuckles. “Thank you.”

Nova doesn’t say anything. She just motions to the door. “The girls are in there with Junior.”

Her answer surprises him. He wondered who was watching their daughters while they spoke, but he assumed her parents were over. “Yeah?”

She nods, standing up. She offers her hand, prompting him to stand as well. “Come on.”

Roman wordlessly follows her inside of their home, gently squeezing her hand as she calls out, “girls! Daddy’s home!”

The sound of his girls giggling and making sounds of excitement is accompanied by her squeezing his hand back.

A start.

It’s a start.

—---------

The Raw premiere on Netflix is major.

A groundbreaking, memorable occasion worthy of all the lights, glamour, and action. It’s a make or break night for Roman, the night where it’s decided, once and for all, who the real Tribal Chief is.

Nova and her girls are in attendance. A night so big that she can’t afford to miss it, won’t allow it to pass without her showing up to support her husband.

In the months since the blowup, a lot has occurred. Nova’s ultimatum of sorts with her husband proved effective. He found a therapist and has been attending weekly consistently. They’re also in couples counseling. Not to mention, he and RJ have also been attending weekly therapy together, though virtual, what with Junior away at school and Roman’s schedule being hectic.

There have been some really great times and some tense times, but overall, Nova can see it. Can feel it. Can feel the healing that’s occurring. There are still a ways to go, especially between her son and husband, but they’re not where they were, and that’s all that matters.

They’re moving in the right direction.

Finally.

It’s a tense, violent match.

Nova is on the edge of her seat the entire time, a bit unsurprised and grateful that her daughters are tuned in mostly to their tablets instead of their daddy fighting. Too many times where Solo is close to pinning Roman for her liking, but the whole thing has just been too close for her liking. Matches always make her nervous, and the absence of her son doesn’t help.

Roman invited RJ, as did Nova, but he never gave a solid answer.

It definitely hurt, both herself and her husband, but she could understand why.

There’s still a lot of grounds for those two to cover, and RJ’s speed at which he progresses on this new path is something that can’t be rushed.

She won’t pressure him.

He has to do this at his own pace.

Though, she can’t deny the bittersweet sensation that fills her when Roman makes the pin, when that 3 is finally achieved, signifying that her husband is the one and only Tribal Chief. The true Head of the Table. The OTC.

As proud as she is of him, of the long, hard battles he’s faced to get this point, not being able to share the moment with their firstborn is rough.

But, she braves a smile and blows a kiss to him, holding Cami, pointing to Roman who continues to take in the thunderous applause. Bella stands on the chair next to her, holding onto her dress while also pointing a finger in the air, matching the other attendees.

It dims her sadness just a bit.

However, it’s when the sounds of the crowd shift, and she turns her focus to the ramp that her stomach drops.

She sees Dwayne, Roman's cousin, but she also sees someone else.

She sees RJ.

“The Rock is heading down the ramp, and he’s accompanied by Roman Reigns’ son, RJ Reigns!” She can briefly overhear the commentary, sees the gasp and shock of the crowd. But, it’s the two of them moving into the ring as well as Roman’s unsure expression that has her focus.

Dwayne is the first to hug and embrace Roman, mouthing something in his ear. Nova watches with continued confusion as the hug breaks, and he moves to take the sacred ula fala from Paul. Roman’s shoulders move up and down, as he pants, still trying to fully catch his breath, lingering exhaustion from the match. But both herself and Roman still watching Dwayne's next move.

He hands the ula fala to RJ.

Nova gasps. “Oh my God...”

Tears spill over as RJ walks over to his dad, offering a warm, proud smile. He nods, and Roman’s head dips just enough so RJ can place it on him. Right before her son pulls his father into a hug.

Her heart just about combusts in that moment.

It swells and nears explosion, watching the two men in her life embrace, both their eyes shut from the emotionality of it all. The crowd around them applauds, completely unaware just what this moment means to them.

To her family.

And, Nova sees it. Sees the way RJ’s mouth moves, saying something to Roman.

“I love you, dad.”

She doesn’t need to see Roman to know and hear exactly what he says in response.

“I love you, too, son.”

RJ claps his dad on the back, breaking the hug to stand beside him, raising Roman’s arm. Ones in the sky amongst the thousands in attendance that chant OTC. A proud, emotional expression on Nova’s face as she cries, overwhelmed with happiness and relief.

For the crowd, the OTC is back on top.

For her, for her family, the healing is just beginning.

#roman reigns fanfic #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns #roman reigns x black!oc #arisnotebook

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hellspawnmotel · 2 days ago

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love your blog and your art!! and realised ive been following you for almost ten years so thank you for the quality posts

have you got any thoughts on ralsei and noelle in terms of both of them taking on “the girl” role in the game? or i guess rather ralsei trying to be the girl in his own meta and sorta weird way. i know youve drawn them together a couple times but would love to hear any analysis if you have thoughts (if youve already posted about this and i missed it my bad! feel free to ignore)

well damn that's flattering. wish I had some kind of membership program so I could give you a little gift, haha

anyway. this is something I've touched on before but only really spelled out once so you're good. I think there's several factors at play with ralsei's metatextual femininity: his status as the party squishy mage/healer, his status as kris's (and by extension, the player's) love interest, his obsession with roles and subservience, and the fact that ralsei is probably meant to be as appealing to the player as possible. none of those things are INHERENTLY feminine of course, but they are in the context of a story with an audience. we don't know for sure yet how ralsei feels about all that, but I'd wager he either thinks he wants it or thinks it has to be his purpose and he wants to do a good job at it. ralsei is like..... the wife. he's the perfect wife. and he's really good at it! the audience LOVES ralsei! whenever my art gets reposted on reddit, there are way more romantically charged or even sexually explicit comments about ralsei than any other character. when I posted my "choose your bride" illustration, most of the people commenting said they would choose ralsei over noelle, with some even saying that it's because noelle "already belongs to susie".

and that leads into his parallels with noelle. like ralsei, noelle is a fragile magic user, is generally more shy and demure (though both of them can break out of that easily), is shown as pining for the object of her affections, and she's slotted into the role of "the love interest" for susie (or for kris/the player, but I'm gonna focus on normal route here). the ferris wheel scene also directly parallels the acid tunnel of love- both forcing the two "couples" to be alone together in a deliberately romantic setting with nothing to do but talk. I've already talked plenty about noelle's roles as the girl, the bride, the damsel, etc. so I won't get into it again, but I think the connections made between kralsei and suselle are worth keeping an eye on. there's nothing to indicate that susie and noelle's budding romance is anything but sweet and genuine, but at the same time you have to wonder what it means that the game is pushing them together in a way so similar to kris and ralsei.

to reference classic jrpg dragon quest v: hand of the heavenly bride, nera comes out of nowhere and was tailor-made to be a wife, while bianca is a childhood friend you have an actual prior connection with. but it doesn't really matter who you choose to marry. in the end they both get kidnapped and sidelined as soon as they're done having your babies.

#asks #deltarune #i could also talk about how like. despite having all these girl traits ralsei is still a boy #and how that makes him even MORE appealing to fans as a love interest #hes so perfect for it it's silly

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Janeway asks Tom if he'd mind deleting the program as it's becoming a distraction and he's like 'sure no problem, I already got what I wanted from it'

later comes back to the group like 'so I deleted the holosex program and while I was there I checked the records and it's been accessed 8 times since you guys found it' and they're like 'yeah so' and he's like sooo i asked B'Elanna and she says she only played it through twice which means someone else holofucked me and I wanna know who it was

Harry's like 'why do you think it was one of us? there's 150 people on the ship' and Tom's like ok well did you guys tell anyone and Harry is like 'well no' and Neelix is like 'my lips were zipped' and Tom's like looks like someone in this room holofucked me then

so Harry's like 'I think you're just bringing this up to distract us all from the weirdness of you having a holosex program about yourself' and he's like noooo I have no shame about holofucking myself, I actually think holofucking yourself is good and healthy and everyone should try it at least once, anyway seriously though which of you guys holofucked me I wanna know

Neelix is like 'alright I wasn't going to bring this up but I accessed the program once and then turned it off before it got to the good part because it was making me very uncomfortable' and Tom is like thank you for your honesty Neelix. that still leaves five accesses unaccounted for so someone holofucked me.

at which point Harry is like 'do you have to keep saying holofucked? it's just a holoprogram, calling it holofucking is like saying masturbating while picturing someone in your head is equivalent to having sex with them' and Tom's like mm-hm and Harry's like 'look no it's just the principle of the thing, I didn't access the program' and Tom's like mmm-hmmm and Harry's like 'I never accessed the program stop making that noise and also it was probably Seven'

Tom's like okay we're gonna circle back to you Harry. anything to say for yourself Seven? and Seven's like 'I fail to see what relevance this has. Captain Janeway instructed us all to stop getting distracted by the program' and Tom's like aha since when do you care about Captain Janeway's orders. you totally holofucked me.

B'Elanna's like 'ok not to defend Seven but I honestly don't think she has it in her to holofuck somebody' and Seven's like 'I didn't access the program but I'd like it noted that I have average levels of sexual desire and could holofuck Lieutenant Paris if I wanted to. but I didn't. have you considered that it might have been the Doctor?'

Tom's like aughh Seven why'd you have to put that image in my head. i changed my mind I don't want to know who holofucked me anymore. but the Doctor's like 'much as I don't want to be involved in this I'd like to note that based on the vividness of his descriptions I think Ensign Kim must have accessed the program'

Harry's like 'what no no I mean I checked it out but I turned it off before it got to the holosex part' and Tom's like MM-HMM and B'Elanna's like 'I wasn't gonna say anything but I also assumed you accessed it Harry' and Harry's like 'and you weren't like... mad?' and she's like 'eh no I figured if you were gonna fuck Tom you'd have done it years ago'

meanwhile Tom's like listen look even if I believed Harry (which I don't) that still leaves four accesses so somebody in this room must've holofucked me and Neelix is like 'I swear it wasn't me' and Tom's like somebody in this room who isn't Neelix must've holofucked me and they're all stammering and not looking him in the eye etc. no work getting done all day.

if voyager was like 25% racier they could have had a plot where someone stumbles on a buried holodeck program about having sex with Tom Paris and now everyone is trying to figure out who wants to fuck Tom so badly they made a whole holodeck program about it.

no-one wants to bring it up with Tom himself for obvious reasons. naturally all eyes turn to B'Elanna but she strenuously denies it. initially no-one believes her but on investigation they break the encryption and discover that it looks like Harry made the program.

Harry gets very flustered and insists that someone must have fraudulently used his credentials to make the program. but if that's the case then it was either one of the ship's other senior officers (bcos they're the only people who'd be able to fake Harry's credentials) or someone with very advanced holodeck skills

Seven is briefly considered (she has the technical skills) but is fully exonerated when they realise the program predates her time on the crew.

Seven points out that it could have been the Doctor who also has the relevant skills but the Doctor argues that he wouldn't bcos he has better taste and also if he wanted to make a secret holodeck program he'd cover his tracks better and he's right on all counts. Neelix protests his innocence and everyone's like yeah honestly we never thought it was you Neelix.

the Doctor suggests that maybe they should let the matter rest on the grounds that masturbation is perfectly natural and healthy and whoever's responsible it's their own private business but B'Elanna and Harry are like nooo this is a threat to the harmony of the crew we have to know. also we're nosy. don't you want to help us on this. and the Doctor's like yeah. alright.

B'Elanna and Harry and the Doctor can't find any evidence of fakery which makes it more and more likely that it was a senior officer. they're all eying Janeway and Chakotay and Tuvok trying to guess which one of them secretly wants to fuck Tom Paris.

Janeway seems the most likely prospect as she has technically fucked him before when they were salamanders and also like as far as anyone knows she's been functionally celibate since they got stranded so she's gotta be pretty pent up by now.

but then Tom and Chakotay have some history from their time in the Maquis so there could be something going on there??

Tuvok is the least likely by a mile bcos like he's Tuvok but then it's always the people you least suspect isn't it and last time they found a weird holodeck program it turned out to be Tuvok's so maybe?? maybe??

obviously they aren't about to bring this up with Janeway & co so they're just sitting in command meetings with their 3 most plausible suspects and Tom himself. collectively fucking sweating. unable to concentrate.

after several repetitions of this Janeway's like OK something's distracting you all. fess up so we sort out whatever it is and move on with business. and after a lot of squirming one of them breaks.

& then Tom is like ohh yeah that's my program. and they're like. say what?? and he's like that's my holodeck program I made it. for personal use.

so B'Elanna is like 'why would you make a holosex program about yourself' and he's like because I wanted to know what it was like to fuck me?? is that so wrong. get off my case.

#star trek voyager #it was all of them btw

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wbbpls · 2 days ago

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Platonic Plus One

Chapter 4: Paige's POV

Pacing back and forth in their room, Paige is trying to wrap her head around how they ended up here. Azzi is taking a shower, so she texted KK, explaining the recent events.

KK: man...are you even gonna survive this week

P boogers: IM FREAKIN TF OUT MAN

KK: nah bro you got this just act like y’all normally do

y’all already seem like you’re dating anyway

P boogers: why did i even text you

KK: bc you a simp in love

Paige throws her phone and flops onto the bed. She must have done something wrong in a past life to deserve this punishment. Maybe it's because she argued with that ref too much last week.

Azzi walks out in just a towel and water dripping off her skin and holy shit. It was definitely the ref coming back to torture her.

“Hey P, what drawer did you put my PJs in?”

“Top right.” Paige sighs and covers her eyes with her arm.

“You sure you’re okay with this, Paige? I really don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything.” Azzi fidgets with the end of her towel. Why does everything she does need to be so cute?

“No, Az, it’s fine, really. I just don’t wanna mess nothing up. Like maybe we need a timeline? Your parents on gonna be on my ass on why we didn’t tell them.”

“Easy, you asked me out like 2 months ago, and we were just say we figured they knew,” Azzi says so nonchalantly as if she’s had this ready her whole life.

“Woah, pause. Maybe you asked me out!”

“Who would actually believe that, Paige?”

“Okay, first, rude. Secondly, this was your whole idea to fake date, so you shoulda been the one to ask me out.”

“Okay, fine, I asked you out. No one would believe you made the first move anyway.”

“Bro relaaaaaax. I can make a move!” Says the girl who has never tried to make a move on her best friend she’s been in love with for years.

“Sure you can, P. Rizz em up.”

“Whatever, dude.”

“Also, stop calling me dude. It’s weird to call your girlfriend dude or bro.”

“But I call like everyone that it’s not weird!”

Azzi glared at Paige hard. “If I was your girlfriend and you kept calling me dude, you’d be sleeping on the couch.”

Paige put her hands up in defense, “Damn okay. What you wanna be called then?”

“Just like the normal gooey in love stuff like baby. Keep it normal.”

“Aight, Princess, as you wish.”

“See, you’re already being such a good girlfriend! My lil simp.” Paige throws a pillow at Azzi as they laugh. They both get ready for bed before Paige finally finds the courage to ask a question she’s been dying to know.

“So, uh, like what did you do for our first date?”

Azzi didn’t seem caught off guard, just thoughtful. “Hmm, I’d probably bring you to a drive-in theater because you’re weirdly in love with your car and talk too much during movies. Plus you love anything that isn't healthy, so endless popcorn and candy for my girl, of course.”

Paige’s heart just stopped. My girl. They haven’t even had to really pretend they’re dating yet, and her heart is already stopping. “Insults aside, that actually sounds pretty fun. We should do that when we get back.”

“You asking me on a date already, Bueckers?” Azzi smirks as she slips into bed.

Paige follows after her, rolling her eyes. “You wish.” They sit in a comfortable silence after turning off the lights. “Uh, you know people might think it's weird if we’re weird about PDA. Like, as friends, we are pretty touchy, so I feel like some of your family might expect us to be a little more affectionate.”

“Hmm, good point. What are you comfortable with?”

Nothing and everything. “Down for whatever, Az. Like I said, we touch all the time already.”

“Hm, okay. So you’re fine holding my hand all the time?” Azzi slips her fingers into Paige’s hands.

“Already do.”

“Okay,” Azzi smirks in a way Paige knows means trouble. She has to be scheming. Azzi will take any opportunity to mess with Paige. Everyone else sees a confident and put together basketball player, but Azzi sees every side of Paige. Azzi moves her hands around Paige’s waist, looking down at her. “How about all the hugging and holding each other?”

Did this room suddenly get really warm? Thankfully, the lights are off, maybe hiding Paige’s red cheeks.

“I uh m-mean we, yeah we hug a lot.” They’re so close at this point that Azzi can probably feel Paige’s rapid heartbeat.

“How about kissing?” Azzi says softly as she leaned in towards Paige, moving her hands to grasp the hair on the back of her neck. Paige is paralyzed, staring up at Azzi’s eyes. Paige tightens her grip on Azzi’s waist under her sleep shirt. No sounds can be heard but their soft breathing.

Azzi’s smirk grows, knowing she has all the power over Paige. “Careful, Bueckers, you might fall in love with me.” Too late.

Paige’s eyes flicker down to Azzi’s lips, and now Azzi was the one to freeze. They’re so close, and all Paige needs to do is inch forward the slightest bit. She’s imagined kissing Azzi a million times. Imagined what it would feel like and what she would taste like.

Azzi audibly gulps when Paige looks back into her eyes. Paige has never seen Azzi like this before, but she likes it.

Before either of them thinks it through, they close the gap. They were already so close, it's hard to tell who made the final move. It was soft and hesitant at first. They began to relax into each other, and their lips move fluidly against each other. Azzi sighs into the kiss and moves her hand to Paige’s cheek.

Something about the movement brought Paige back to reality, reminding her that this was her best friend. That she can’t fall deeper in love with her. That this is all fake. Paige gently removes her lips, but Azzi looks down at her with hooded eyes. It feels too real. Paige hears Kk in her mind telling her to protect herself. Paige could feel the walls building around her, needing to remove the moment's intensity. Needing to bring them back to their usual teasing.

“Seems like you might be the one who falls in love with me, Fudd.” Paige smirks as best as she can to lighten the moment.

Azzi still tries to catch her breath as she removes herself slightly from Paige. “Oh yeah? Sounds like yet another challenge you’ll lose to.”

Paige could finally release a full breath without Azzi on top of her. “That tends to be what you say right before you lose to me.”

“Alright, Madison, simmer the confidence now. We need to be up early tomorrow, so save some of that for tomorrow.”

Right, tomorrow. A day filled with lingering touches, kisses, and affection. A day that Paige can totally handle. Well, maybe.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Azzi’s alarm goes off, signaling them to start their day. Azzi shoves herself into Paige, trying to hide from the intrusive noise. Paige only knows this because she hasn’t slept. How was she supposed to casually fall asleep after kissing the love of her life?

How the fuck did she get herself in this mess? Oh right, she never learned how to say no to Azzi. The girl who smiles at her, and the world slows down. The problem with this whole plan won’t be needing to fake it. The issue will be needing to fake being just friends afterward.

“Mhmm, Paigey, turn it off.”

“Sorry, Az, but we gotta make it in time for breakfast. Mrs. Miller is kinda intense with this whole schedule.”

“You’re telling me.” Azzi smiles up at Paige and then shifts to slide off the bed and get ready for the day as if nothing out of the ordinary ever happened.

“Is the breakfast casual?”

“Yeah, wear a bathing suit underneath it because it looks like we are spending the morning at the pool.”

“Sweet, we can play mermaids!” And avoid thinking about Azzi in a bathing suit.

Azzi looks pointedly at Paige and laughs, “Just get ready, you guppy.”

“Here’s some orange juice and Fruit Loops as requested,” Azzi says lightheartedly with an eye roll.

“Fuck yeah, thanks Az.” Paige immediately attacks her cereal as if she’s never eaten before. In her defense, all the food last night was stupidly fancy, so can you blame a girl for being desperate?

“Baby, slow down. You’re going to aspirate on a Fruit Loop, and that's not a cute look.” Baby. Now, that might be what kills her.

Paige smiles up at her with a colorful mouth full of cereal. “Sorry, I’m just really hungry.”

Tim jumps in, “Bueckers, you always eat like that when sugar is involved.”

“Don’t cap! I just really like my cereal, damn...”

Azzi seems to be looking at Paige, processing something until it clicks and rubs Paige’s back affectionately. “Shit, Paige, I’m sorry I didn’t even think about the food last night not being your vibe.”

“Nah, I’m good forreal. These Fruit Loops are bomb.” As Paige finishes her sentence, Azzi’s aunt and grandmother walk up to say good morning. Azzi never moves her hand, but she does seem to have the slightest shift in her demeanor as her shoulders stiffen.

“Morning, Grandma! How’d you sleep?”

“Oh, just fine! Thank you for asking, sweetheart. How about you, ladies?”

Before Azzi could answer, Jon scoffed, “I’m sure no sleep was had in that room if you know what I mean.”

Paige chokes on a Fruit Loop in shock. Azzi glares at her brother and rubs Paige’s back as she coughs it out. “You okay, baby?” Jon and Jose snicker in their corner, enjoying how red they made Paige. Grandma Fudd’s face flickers in confusion at the term of endearment for a moment.

“Can’t believe I almost died because of a Fruit Loop.”

Azzi’s aunt smiles lovingly at them. “You two are just so cute together! I ship it.”

Jose is the one to step in this time. “Aunt Chrissy, where did you even learn to say that?”

“Oh, to ship them? I am cool and hip, you know.”

“Well, your old grandma isn’t, so someone fill me in.”

“When you ship two people, it means you love them as a couple.” Paige could see the wheels turning in the older woman’s head. She’s bracing herself for the awkwardness that might come next.

“Oh dear, I think I missed something. Are you two in a relationship?”

Azzi grabs Paige’s hand and smiles, “Yeah, grandma Paige is my girlfriend.” God, she wished that she could hear that on repeat.

Jose mumbles, “Took them long enough.”

Azzi whips her head towards her brothers, “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Dude, you guys have been in love for like ever.” Azzi’s face is one of pure shock, and Paige is pretty sure even a sunburn couldn't make her this red.

To make matters worse, Grandma Fudd steps back in, “I must say I have to agree with your brother. I thought maybe there was something there, but Katie just kept telling me you girls are just close.”

Azzi sighs and puts her face in her hands. “Okay, can we stop analyzing our relationship and just eat breakfast, please?”

“Yes, yes, sorry, sweetie. It just all makes so much more sense why you never dated any boys. Oh, and poor Jonathan!”

“Oh, who cares! We want to hear all about how this all finally came to fruition!” Wow, Aunt Chrissy really does ship us.

“Azzi Fudd over here asked me on a date!” Paige smiles triumphantly, enjoying the side eye from Azzi. ”She made me a Tru Fru bouquet and brought me to a drive-in movie where she asked me to be her girlfriend.”

Azzi laughs at the mention of a Tru Fru bouquet. “Yeah, well someone had to have the balls to make the move.” Okay, ouch.

“Aight, chill, dude. I was nervous.” Azzi glares at Paige and shoves her knee when she calls her dude.

“Sorry, baby, you right.”

“Simp,” Jose mumbled under his breath while Azzi looked way too proud at the power she held in this moment.

“Bro, why does everyone keep callin me a simp today?”

Katie chimed in with a shrug, “You’ve been a simp since day one, Paige. It’s just more fun to say it now that it's official.” Azzi snickers and high-fived her brothers.

The rest of the breakfast continued easily. Paige always felt the most at home with Azzi and her family. They had been done eating for a while, and Paige put her arm around Azzi’s chair. Honestly, Paige does that all the time, so it’s nothing new. What’s new is how much Azzi leaned into Paige and her hand placement on Paige’s upper thigh.

People keep talking, and Paige genuinely tries to listen, but she can’t focus on anything but Azzi’s hand. Paige shifts uncomfortably, trying to deal with her inappropriate thoughts, which leads Azzi to move her hand up slightly higher when she turns just enough to look up at Paige. When Paige looks down, her breath hitches at how close their faces are, and she sees Azzi’s eyes flicker down to her lips before coughing and returning to the normal conversation. How can she be so nonchalant? Since when has Azzi been a world-renowned fake girlfriend actor?

Mrs. Miller enters the breakfast room with a mimosa on her way outside. Now Paige’s brain has shifted to finding where she got that mimosa. She’ll need some liquid courage to deal with the touching for an entire day. “Good morning, Fudd family! Please take your time and join us out by the pool.”

Paige stands up rather abruptly at the invitation. If she doesn’t have some space soon, she might pass out. “Uh, sorry, I love swimming.”

Everyone laughs at Paige endearingly, and Azzi moves to stand, catching Paige’s hand like it’s second nature and making their way outside.

Once they settle, Azzi removes her sundress, exposing her pink bikini, abs, and that damn belly button piercing. That piercing might be semi-responsible for Paige’s sexual awakening. In high school, it was easier to push feelings off and make excuses for their touchiness. But when Azzi showed her the new piercing, the way Paige’s body reacted was definitely not one for a best friend. Now, all these years later, it’s still that damn piercing catching her off guard like she got it yesterday.

Azzi grabs sunscreen, successfully removing Paige from her daydream. “Alright Bueckers, get over here so that pretty face of yours doesn’t burn.” Azzi straddles the tanning chair in front of Paige, without a care in the world that it’s just a tiny bikini bottom covering her. “Hmm, looks like you’re already getting red, Paigey. Let’s get this on fast.”

Well fuck.

#pazzi #pazzi fics #paige x azzi

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musingsofmajesty · 3 days ago

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𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 | 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐥. 𝐕

pairing shy eddie x flirty reader | summary Eddie was expecting a chill Sunday, but between answering the door shirtless, an unexpected "I love you," and overthinking it while making mac and cheese, it’s fair to say his day takes a turn | fluff | wc 900

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When three knocks sound on Eddie’s front door, he’s almost certain he's imagining them. But there’s no doubt someone’s outside when more arise. Maybe if he turned down his stereo, he’d be able to hear for once.

His fingers fumble to tie the drawstring of his sweatpants as he heads for the door.

He doesn’t bother looking out the window or peephole to see who it is first. It’s a Saturday afternoon, and Ms. Daphne was probably swinging by to let him know she fed Mila, the stray calico who made the Munson residence her home base after strolling around the trailer park.

But no—it’s you standing there with a smile on your lips and that same ever-present sparkle in your eyes.

You have every intention to utter a dignified greeting, but he’s shirtless. Yes, shirtless. His milky torso displays dark, fantastical tattoos. A thin line of hair runs downwards from his belly button. A handful of freckles dot his skin as well.

“Well, hello.” A pinch of playfulness dances around the edges of your words.

Only then does Eddie consider he might be giving the wrong impression by answering the door half-dressed.

“Hey. Sorry.” He smiles sheepishly and attempts to cross a modest arm across himself. “Just took a shower.” His damp hair attests to the fact.

You trail him inside, but after he closes the door behind you, he makes a beeline to his bedroom to turn down his music and wrestle on a shirt.

“Wait up, Teddy,” you chuckle lightly.

An Iron Maiden t-shirt is already in his grasp by the time you stop in his bedroom doorway.

“You didn’t even let me get a good look at you.” The lilt of your tone makes warmth rush to his face, ears, and neck. One of these days, he would get used to your unabashed flirting.

“Sweetheart…” With a shake of his head, he briefly casts his flustered gaze elsewhere.

“You look good.” Your tone is lovely and sincere. “I like your tattoos.”

He meets your gaze again and decides to throw you a bone. “Yeah?”

You hum in confirmation, crossing the distance to stand before him. The fresh scent of pine soap lingers on his skin. He watches you run a gentle finger over the spider beneath his collarbone. Then, the floating demon head just beneath it.

“Even though they’re kinda scary.”

“Thanks,” he says through a smile.

After putting on his shirt, he studies you with quiet fondness. All he can think to do is steal a brief kiss from your lips.

A light, airy feeling flutters through your chest when he gently taps the tip of your nose. “Gonna find your off button one of these days,” he murmurs.

“Good luck trying.”

Later, you find yourselves cruising around Hawkins. Your aimless drives have become some of your favorite things. Eddie looks good behind the wheel but thinks you look prettier sitting shotgun, playing with his rings as his hand rests in your lap.

“Shit,” he mutters as you come to a stoplight.

You snort, but not unkindly. “What happened?”

“We’ve got that quiz in Mrs. O’Donnell’s tomorrow,” he says. “I haven’t even done the reading.”

“It’s a short chapter,” you tell him. “You should have enough time tonight.”

“Thank God,” he sighs as the light turns green. “Thought I was gonna have to ditch.”

You can’t help but tip your head back and laugh sweetly. “Please don’t. I’ll miss you.”

“You’ll miss me even more if I flunk out and you graduate without me.”

Another laugh bubbles up your throat, and you gently swat his arm. All things considered, Eddie’s been doing really well this quarter. He has a B+ in Mrs. O’Donnell’s, so failing the quiz wouldn’t completely destroy his grade.

You’re proud of him. Maybe even a little more than you let on. You’ve seen how hard he’s been working to ensure he graduates, so he’s earned the right to make a failure joke or two, especially now that those days are behind him.

“Gosh, I love you,” you sigh as your amusement settles.

I love you. I love you. I love you. Even though there’s no weight behind your delivery, Eddie still can’t help how his grip on the wheel tightens. The way his gaze flicks to you. In return, you smile, unaware you’ve just shaken his world. A part of him waits for you to circle back and double down, but you don’t.

For now, your smile is enough.

Your “I love you” remains beneath his skin after you’re back in his trailer. You can’t help but notice he’s gone particularly quiet and pensive as he stands at the stovetop, stirring macaroni for the two of you. It isn’t long before you pad over and snake your arms around his slender waist.

“You okay?” you murmur into his shirt.

He hums, almost distantly.

“You’re quiet,” you press.

“I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

Eddie sets the fork down and turns around in your arms. “You.”

A frown forms on your face. “Did I say something? I’m sorry if I did. I know I’m a lot.”

“Don’t say that,” he chides lightly. “You’re not.”

His sincerity makes you tilt your head. “What am I then?”

“One of the best things about this town,” he says without hesitation. It feels as though he’s just laid his heart bare.

“I…” he lets his sentence trail off even though it longs to continue.

Behind him, the macaroni continues to bubble on the stove.

You smile in encouragement. “You what?”

I love you.

Thank you so much for reading. All likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. I promise I see them all! ♡

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qwertysquirti · 2 days ago

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Sick Day

꩜synopsis: Rafayel is sick. You’ve decided to sacrifice whatever you had going on that day (which wasn’t anything, really) to come and tend to him.

꩜content: less than 1k, female!reader but the word "girlfriend" is only mentioned once so if you ignore that it's gender neutral ;), fluff, ur lwky a bad caretaker, rafayel is annoying

꩜an: i'm sick and his birthday is coming up so why not combine the two. also idk if lemurians actually get sick but let's pretend they do.

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You press the back of your hand to Rafayel’s forehead. “Jeez, you definitely have a fever.” You extract your hand and he sniffles.

“I know you like walking out onto the beach at night but it gets cold out…” You scold, lightly.

“Hmph. I already know that. I’d just done it so many times I thought I couldn’t get sick. I don’t even remember the last time I’ve been sick!” He begins to sit up but immediately lies back down again.

“Right. Lemurians aren’t totally immune to colds, you know?” You giggle. He childishly juts his lip out and rolls over to lie on his side. What a baby. You exit his bedroom to see if he has any sort of medicine in his kitchen, at least make him some soup or something. You hear a ping from your phone before you can get too far, though.

Rafayel: where’d you go? come back

You: To find you some medicine… Also, are you hungry?

Rafayel: wouldnt you like to know

Ugh.

You: Yeah, I kinda would. 😒

Rafayel: i guesss i could go for something to eat. hurry back tho

That was unnecessarily difficult. You peruse Rafayel’s kitchen in search of medicine and soup. You find a bottle of cough syrup that hopefully isn’t expired and a can of chicken noodle soup in the back of his pantry. You navigate his clunky kitchen and manage to prepare the soup. You walk back to the bedroom to see that Rafayel still has that stupid pout on his face.

“I made you some soup and got you some medicine.” You smile, unable to take him seriously.

“You took forever! What if I had passed away from my illness already?” He rolls his eyes.

“Sooo sorry.” You tease.

“You’re going to be the death of me, cutie. Literally.” He leans back into his fluff pillows and lets out a meek sneeze. You walk closer to his bedside and place the soup bowl and medicine on his nightstand. You pat his head, “Hehehe, my poor boy.” You happily gaze down at him.

“You’re so cruel, laughing at my pain.” He lets out a weak cough, probably fake. “Just feed me.” He points to his mouth. Such a drama queen. You indulge him and pick up the spoon.

“You’re so spoiled.” You sneer as you spoon the soup into his mouth. He says…something but you can’t understand him because his mouth is full. He decides on just glaring at you instead. He finishes the soup and you pour him a bit of medicine into the cap of the bottle. You put it up to his lips and he surprisingly drinks it up without protest. “Blegh. Do you know how long that’s been in there?” His face scrunches up.

“Uhm.”

You look at the back of the medicine bottle, the expiration date is faded but you can make out the date ‘11/23/24’. Oh that’s not as bad as you thought. Still kinda bad but not THAT bad.

“It’s fine.” You grin, guiltily. He squints his eyes at you.

“I’m gonna die, aren’t I? You’re the worst bodyguard girlfriend ever.” He dramatically plops down into his pillow. You shake your head no but honestly, you don’t know the side effects of drinking month old cough medicine. He grabs your hand and puts it against his cheek. “At least the last thing i’ll see is your cute face…” He coughs and shuts his eyes, letting go of your hand.

“Calm down!!!” You panic a bit. “I’ll get you new medicine!!” You place your hand back onto his cheek. He chuckles and opens one eye.

“Did I actually scare you?” He dawns a cheeky smirk.

“No!” He did, just a little bit. “But seriously, I should get you more medicine.” You take your hand off of his face, but he grabs your wrist before you can walk away.

“Can you just stay with me for a while longer? I don’t want you to leave, not even for a second.” He pulls you closer to the bed. It seems he gets even more clingy when he’s sick. He wraps his arms around your torso and buries his face into your stomach so you can’t escape. “Just stay here, yeah?” He speaks into your stomach with a muffled voice. You run your fingers through his hair, how could you say no to your sick fishie?

“Okay. But I have to get that medicine eventually, I want you to get better.” You rub your hand down his back.

“I’m already getting better with you by my side.” He places his chin onto your stomach to look up at you lovingly. You stay in that moment for a while, until he starts having a coughing fit. “Right. Yeah I have to get another medicine.” You remove his arms from off you, and speed to the door.

“Cutie–” Cough. “Wait!” Another cough.

“I love you! I’ll be back.” You say at the door frame before sprinting off to the nearest drug store. You get a text on your way there.

Rafayel: you left meee :( youre gonna make it up to me when im feeling better

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#lads rafayel #rafayel x reader #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel x mc #love and deep space #rafayel x you #rafayel x y/n #lads fluff #lads fanfic #i love him

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dc418writes · 1 day ago

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•Me vs Myself•

✨Pairing✨: Terry Richmondxblack!reader

Summary🪄: You haven’t been yourself lately which worries Terry. How can he help though when you refuse to let him in?

🚨: language, angst, mention of insecurities, overthinking, underlying symptoms of anxiety/depression, ends in fluff tho bc it’s me your resident softie🌸

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

“There’s no use, you’ve already ruined everything,” the small, annoying voice in the back of your head spoke right at your eardrum. “He doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

You steady decorated though, placing dinner plates and silverware at yours and Terry’s usual seats. If he didn’t have anything extra to do, he’d walk through the front door in the next 10 or 15 minutes and you wanted everything to be perfect.

He’s not gonna want to deal with your issues.

Your hands faltered slightly at that thought, but you pushed through continuing to arrange the bouquet of mixed flowers so they’d fit perfectly in the glass vase.

“There,” you state taking a moment to appreciate your work. The mix of pinks, purples, yellows, and greens brought a much needed smile to your face after going so long having to fake one.

“Food is done, table set…glasses!”

As soon as you made it to the cabinet, stretching a bit on your tip toes to reach the clear glassware, there was your boyfriend entering through the front door. His head nearly hit the doorframe as he walked over the threshold placing his keys on the newly installed golden hooks after locking the door behind him. He removes his jacket and shoes next - as part of his usual routine - before finally turning to notice the beautifully set table.

“H-Hey,” you softly wave with your free hand feeling just as timid as the night of your first date. “I uh…I made dinner.”

“I see,” Terry replies in that deep, baritone voice beginning to slowly move towards you.

Figures you’d mess this up too. You always mess up something.

“There’s salmon in the oven and rice and broccoli on the stove. I can fix your drink if you want?”

“I got it.” When he removes one glass from your hand to fill it with ice you feel that crack in your heart chip an inch more. He really was done and everything was your fault. You and your confusing emotions. How difficult you could be. Why can’t you just be…less you?

“Water?,” he asks pulling you from your mental dungeon.

“Huh?”

“Do you want water or something else?”

“Oh, water’s fine,” you answer before handing over the last glass. Terry’s on your heels following you to the dinner table to set down both glasses as you gather the plates. You don’t get far though with his thick arm quickly grabbing your waist to pull you back.

The way he says “sit” isn’t harsh or disciplinary, as if scolding a child, but careful and full of concern. Similar to the way he’s treated you all this week. You’re sure he can see the thudding of your heart as you sit in the chair closest to him. Probably feel the heat beginning to radiate from your stressed body while you twisted the gold butterfly ring around your finger, but he doesn’t say anything. He only leans forward to pull your chair even closer making you initially gasp from the surprising movement before a brief giggle leaves your lips. It’s your first genuine giggle in days and has Terry’s lips curling in a small smile.

“What’s wrong? Really.”

“Not-,”

“Before you say nothing or that you’re just tired, I know it’s more.” Those greenish-blue eyes seem to hit deep into your soul silently urging you to confide in him. And the way his thumbs intimately trace back and forth on the backs of your hands, - practically swallowed by his - you feel the tears prick at your eyes. That random tickle forms in your throat making your voice waver and sound just as broken as you felt.

You’re so weak. People go through so much more and you can’t handle this?

“I get it if you’re not ready-,”

“It’s dumb,” you whisper choosing to focus on your joined hands rather than his intense gaze that was sure to push you over the edge.

“Nothing you ever say is dumb,” he counters. His own hand itches to lift your chin, but instead he leaves you be patiently letting you collect your thoughts.

The most important thing was you talking. If staring into the fridge with a bowl on your head made you comfortable enough to do so, then so be it.

A humorless chuckle leaves your lips just before you sniffle, “That’s debatable.”

“Factual.” Terry’s dorky, yet sweet, response is a vast contrast to the heart stopping smirk on his full lips, and you can only shake your head as you fought the smile desperate to break through before sniffling once more.

A watery sigh passes to the open air as you grip his hands. “I…I don’t know what happens…but sometimes I just get really down. Especially about myself.”

Ugh you sound so needy! No man wants to deal with a woman who can’t stand on her own.

“Did something trigger you?”

“Externally, not really. It’s more so me thinking about the things I do…or don’t do.”

“Like?,” he asks leaning forward to kiss your knuckles providing comfort and urging you to continue.

“Like…when I accidentally burnt the toast the other day,” you inwardly cringe thinking about the dumb mistake having such a big impact on you. “If I would’ve paid more attention, then I could’ve caught it was in there too long. And feeling bad about that then sets off this cascade of thoughts.”

It’s been that way since middle school. One little mess up or embarrassing moment reaffirming an insecurity that had you shrinking in on yourself. Wanting to hide away until your mind had quieted enough that functioning didn’t seem so difficult.

Your parents unfortunately didn’t help with trying to process those complicated feelings. “You don’t need to be crying over that.” “You’ll be fine.” “You need thicker skin. You let stuff get to you.”

At the base level, you knew they were trying to set you up for adult life that didn’t care if you felt depressed or sad. You still had work to do and bills to pay. However, it left you invalidating yourself and criticizing your heart for feeling so deeply.

Terry nods quietly taking in your words. Although it was common for him to ponder his next words - wanting to speak thoughtfully and express himself clearly - his brief silence feels longer than usual and only makes you more uneasy.

You think he wants to deal with this right now? You’re a burden

Before the first tear can reach your jaw, Terry’s there wiping it away, and the next one that follows. “I-I’m sorry. I’m ruining everything-,”

“You’re not and you don’t need to apologize for hurting baby. Everyone has stuff they’re carrying, that’s part of life. You don’t have to carry it alone though,” he explains.

“But if I don’t even wanna deal with it, I don’t wanna put that on someone else who has their own stuff to work through.” It takes nothing for Terry to shift your sobbing, shaky body to sit in his lap. His soft lips leaving kiss after kiss on your temple as he gently rocked you back and forth rubbing soothing circles along your back.

“It’s not force if I’m willing to take it. We’re in this together; just like you got me I got you.”

“I’m supposed to be your peace,” you whisper into his pec, “not make stuff complicated.”

At that he has to move you so you can see the signature lift to his brow and that “you’re fucking with me right?,” look in his bright eyes. “Who says you’re not my peace?”

You simply shrug - and mentally take note of the embarrassing wet stain you left on his shirt. Luckily there was a load already waiting for your attention.

“You s-said you loved how easy we are. So I thought-,”

“Nah baby that’s not what I meant. Since the first time we met we just..fit. We’re ‘easy’ in that I feel like I’ve known you my whole life even though it’s just been a year. I feel safe and seen with you, so I don’t have to worry about you judging me,” Terry explains unknowingly shooing away those demons running rampant in your head back a few steps. “Or givin’ me that cute side eye you gave that lady in the store the other day.”

“…she had like 29 items in the 10 items or less line. Then tried being all ‘oh sweetheart’ and ‘sugar’ with you like I was invisible. Grandma had it comin’,” you mumble making him chuckle before pecking your plump bottom lip. A small, watery laugh even slips from you causing Terry’s smile to adorably deepen at the prospect of you feeling better.

“You’re my peace in more ways than one, and I’m sorry I don’t say it-,”

Happy? Now he feels guilty when he’s done nothing but be good to you. You’re so ungrateful.

“Nonono baby you’re perfect!,” you quickly try to rectify. This is also why you kept things to yourself; to not offend anyone. “I…I don’t..”

That overwhelming heat rises in your face again - your tell-tale sign of impending tears since childhood - as you try to slip from his grasp. Terry’s large hands hold you in place though so you can’t hide this time.

“You’re okay. Breathe.”

“I just don’t want you to feel like you’re doing something wrong when it’s me with the issues,” you manage to clearly explain amid your fresh set of tears.

How is anyone gonna ever deal with you?

“I hear you, but that’s why we gotta communicate. We talk about it so no one assumes.” Terry had a point. If he was the one being distant and hardly talking to you, you’d immediately think it was you. How it was something you had to have done or said. That he was no longer interested and just waiting for the right moment to cut you loose, or just leave altogether never to be heard from again.

Shifting your body so you’d straddle his strong legs, now you have no choice but to meet his dazzling eyes filled with a warmth that just makes you want to snuggle into his chest and never leave. Not that he would have a problem with that either.

“What I think we should do…is once a week, we check in.” He must feel your body tense the way he softly says “wait” while his hands soothe along your sides. “If one of us doesn’t feel like talking that day, that’s fine. That day’ll be a distraction day.”

“What kind of distraction?,” you ask with a quirked brow earning a playful swat to your thigh.

“And you call me nasty,” he teases. “But distraction as in…what did you call it…brain rot? Whatever you want to get your mind off stuff.”

“Okay..sounds good.”

“But, two days later we talk no excuses. And if someone says they’re ‘fine’, the other can call bullshit and why they feel it is.”

“So basically, once a week we check in and either A. Discuss everything then or B. If we put it off, a couple days later there’s no more distraction option. We talk no matter what?”

“Yea..that okay?,” he asks wondering if maybe he overstepped. He wanted to help you get more comfortable with opening up, but he also didn’t want to push you to do something thus making things worse. “If not we can-,”

“No, I like it. Let’s do it,” you smile confirming your new plan with a soft kiss. “You’re always so patient.”

Terry’s deep chuckle rumbles from his chest against yours. “Thank you. You are too you know? And strong. And kind. Considerate. Beautiful.”

After every compliment, Terry leaves a peck somewhere on your face until your giggles fill your apartment. It’s one of the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard - although you wouldn’t agree - and hopes he doesn’t have to go without it again.

Your face finds his neck, taking in his sea salt and wood sage cologne mixed with his natural scent, when you’ve calmed down. Terry’s fingertips trailing along your spine has your nervous system relaxed for the first time today. And most importantly, your head quiet while you focused on the calm beating of his heart.

“Thank you. For everything.”

“I always got you,” he whispers near your ear.

A/N🎤: hi! So this is very much self indulgent, as I’ve had a…very emotional past couple weeks. Anybody else that’s struggling right now, I hope you know how much you’re loved and that things will get better. I’ll be honest it may not be tomorrow, but the better days will come🌸💕

#terry richmond #terry richmond x black reader #Terry Richmond x reader #rebel ridge #aaron pierrexreader #aaron pierre x black reader #aaron pierre

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swiftiethatlovesf1 · 19 hours ago

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Could you please write something with Lando when you’re Bradley Coopers daughter and you met Lando during an Grand Prix and have been dating for a few months and now it’s time for him too meet you’re dad for the first time and as you get ready you sense that he’s nervous you saw it on his face when you told him that you have a dinner at youre fathers house with him and his girlfriend Gigi. You’re dad wanted to meet him as soon as he found out that you dated someone but Lando had some grace period with the season but no that the season came to an end he has no other chance you’re not particularly concerned about you’re dad you told Lando as long as he doesn’t say anything against the Eagles he will be fine. Lando and you got caught up in a little make out session which almost ended in you being late. As it turns out Landos concerns where groundless after some introducings you’re dad gets dinner ready and god bless Gigi for being such an sweetheart for asking him questions about his family and F1 too get him comfortable. Later the evening when you talk with Gigi she tells you that if Lea and Khai get too meet him they will undoubtedly love him and you can’t help but smile you saw him with his nieces and it’s just too easy too imagine him with you’re sister and Gigi’s daughter it would be so much fun you tell her if they ever need an babysitter they know who to call and as you look at her bright grin you know that you probably god yourself in trouble there.Much love❤️

You smooth down the fabric of your dress in front of the mirror, tilting your head slightly as you examine your reflection. You’re almost done getting ready, but your mind isn’t really on your appearance—it’s on the man sitting on the edge of your bed, fidgeting with the hem of his sweater.

Lando looks up when he feels your eyes on him, offering a small smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You’re nervous,” you say softly, stepping closer.

“What? No, I’m not,” Lando protests immediately, shaking his head. But the way he flexes his fingers, like he’s trying to work out the tension, gives him away.

You hum, unconvinced. “Lando…”

He sighs, running a hand through his curls. “Fine. Maybe a little.”

You move to stand between his legs, resting your hands on his shoulders. “You have nothing to worry about,” you assure him. “As long as you don’t say anything against the Eagles, you’ll be fine.”

Lando huffs out a laugh. “Noted. No trash-talking the Eagles.”

You grin, happy to see him relax even slightly. “My dad is going to like you,” you tell him. “And even if he doesn’t, Gigi is on our side. She’ll keep him in check.”

That earns you a small, lopsided smile, but before you can say anything else, Lando’s hands slide around your waist, tugging you just a little closer.

“You’re very distracting, you know,” he murmurs, looking up at you with mischief in his eyes.

“You started it,” you counter, looping your arms around his neck.

Whatever dinner preparations you were focused on earlier quickly become an afterthought when Lando leans up to kiss you, pulling you down onto his lap. It starts out sweet, light, but then his hands grip your waist tighter, and suddenly, you’re sinking into him completely, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his sweater.

Lando hums against your lips, his smile evident. “Maybe we should just stay in,” he murmurs.

You laugh, reluctantly pulling back. “As tempting as that is, we are already running late.”

Lando groans, but lets you go, watching as you smooth down your dress once more. “Fine,” he concedes. “But I expect a reward after surviving tonight.”

You roll your eyes playfully, tossing him his jacket before heading for the door.

The drive to your father’s house is filled with Lando’s nervous rambling, but as soon as you step inside, your dad greets you with a warm hug, and Lando with a firm handshake. The tension in your boyfriend’s shoulders visibly eases, but there’s still a certain stiffness to him.

And then, bless her, Gigi swoops in.

She’s a natural conversationalist, seamlessly pulling Lando into a discussion about F1 and his family. He visibly relaxes as he talks about racing, a subject he’s infinitely comfortable with. You catch your father watching the exchange with mild amusement, but he doesn’t seem disapproving, just curious.

Dinner goes smoothly—better than Lando had anticipated, you can tell. Your dad doesn’t grill him with questions, and instead, the conversation flows easily. Every now and then, you catch Lando shooting you a glance, as if to say, See? I’m surviving.

Later in the evening, you find yourself sitting with Gigi in the living room while Lando and your dad talk in the kitchen.

“He’s a sweetheart,” Gigi says, smiling. “I can see why you like him.”

You smile too, watching as Lando gestures animatedly while talking to your father. It’s a good sign that he’s comfortable enough to do that now.

“If Lea and Khai get to meet him, they’ll undoubtedly love him,” Gigi adds.

Your heart warms at the thought. You’ve seen how Lando is with his nieces, and it’s easy to imagine him being just as good with your sister and Gigi’s daughter.

“Well, if they ever need a babysitter,” you say, “you know who to call.”

Gigi’s grin widens, and you suddenly realize what you’ve done.

“Oh, I will be calling you,” she teases.

You laugh, shaking your head. “I just got myself in trouble, didn’t I?”

Gigi just winks, and you know you’re in for it.

Still, as you glance back at Lando, now laughing at something your dad said, you think to yourself—this night turned out better than you could have hoped.

Thanks for the request and I hope you guys liked it :)

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando x you #lando x reader #lando imagine

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mrswrightreal · 3 days ago

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hear me out.. ticci toby puppy play….

(fem reader) readers a new proxy and shes rlly bratty so toby has to set her straight.

pls…

you guys make me queasy like ughhhhh this is so hot UGJRHEHHEHE I'm so giggly... if you couldnt tell i got lazy towards the end im sorry i am cramming assignments and fics in!!

toby rogers x fem!reader

warnings: explicit content sexually, nsfw, unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (m!recieving), nasty, aggressive, manhandling, hitting

sit down and shut up.

of course, slender could not do his work for himself, he relied on his dumbfuck proxies. he ultimately decided that toby, tim, and brian, were too.. unsuccessful. so he brought you in. and oh how you were all bark and no bite. they absolutely despised you, but you got work done in the end, and the operator didn't totally hate them anymore. so it was a win on their ends.

there were many instances where toby twitched to throw his hatchet right smack dab between your eyes, but tim would slap him away from it. you were smart and witty, you didn't take anyone's shit. especially not a man's, you were so confident and you radiated it. toby barely spoke to you, due to your remarks back at him, yet you'd never act on them. you were just a total brat.

toby and tim were standing quietly at the counter, sipping some coffee and chatting about whatever was on their mind. you walked in, your aura bright-eyed and bushy tailed for the day. toby could only groan, leading tim to nudge him with his elbow.

"is th-there any duh-day where you aren't guh-gonna be here?" toby muttered into his cup, sipping loudly to annoy you.

"is there a sentence where you don't stutter?" you shot back at him, and with that stupid smile too.

he paused, slamming his cup on the counter. you could see the veins that popped through his beck, jaw clenched and teeth grinding. tims hand landed on his shoulder, shaking him from his anger. you just smiled again, walking over to the other side of the kitchen and looking through the fridge.

"fuh-fucking bitch" he growled, walking back to his room. he'd been pissed enough, and it was only 9am.

and now it's 10pm, the day going by without a word exchanged between you and toby. you and tim had been chatting peacefully on the couch, the TV playing something that was already on. Brian had returned from whatever his day was, standing at the stove and waiting for his dinner to be done cooking. toby was probably pouting in his room, like always.

see, you were sweet, didn't mind people, as long as they treated you the way they expected back. so if someone's a bitch, you're a bitch back. it's simple logic really, you put your foot down and kept your ground, arms crossed and head up. toby found it infuriating, he couldn't stand you! his whole thing for breaking people's minds, it didn't affect you, and God was he just hoping to get his hands on you for all the wrong reasons. show you how to act around Jim.

he was lying in bed, flipping through an old book as he tried to find something to cure his boredom. he room was dark, and definitely needed cleaning. he was known for being unorganized, even in his killings. he left a sloppy mess, blood splattered just like the laundry around his room. and everytime you passed by his open door, you felt the need to comment. and his door was just slightly cracked.

the night came to a close, everyone retreating back to their own personal spaces. you were standing in the kitchen, taking care of a few housekeeping issues before walking down the hall. you notice Toby's door was slightly opened, so you knocked lightly and slipped your fingers through the crack to open it.

"god it's a piggsty" you muttered, looking at his laying form slowly sit up to your intrusion.

"you cuh-come in here just to-to comment?" he scoffed, pushing himself off his bed and shoving his goggles up his forehead, exposing the pale skin and holding his hair back.

he was in loose fitting sweats and a tee, mask hanging around his neck and hair disheveled. his eyes bored into yours, a threatening glare followed by an occasional twitch in his neck. his biceps clung to the material of the shirt, flexing at every movement and veins rippling through the skin. you couldn't help but swallow at the way he towered you, even from farther away.

so of course you ignored your lingering lewd thoughts by being mean, "maybe it'll help you one day. you kinda need it" you retorted, crossing your arms and scrunching your nose at the sight of his room.

he walked towards you, gripping your arm and pulling you into his room. you stumbled a bit while he closed the door, your mouth opening to protest before he wrapped his brooding hand around your throat.

"shut up, yuh-you know how tuh-tired I am of your bratty atti-itude?" he asked, squeezing just the right amount to let you breathe but not speak.

you couldn't respond, only cracks of breaths slipping through the grip of his fingers. you whimpered, eyes watering up at him.

"wanna be-be put in yuh-your place so badly?" he scoffed, shoving you down onto his bed and towering over you.

your lip shook, trying to think of what to say. you watched his twitching fingers go down and undo his belt, sliding it from his pants and huffing. he wrapped his belt around the back of your neck, tugging slightly.

"poor pup" he muttered, yanking you forward and connecting your lips.

the kiss was hot and rushed, your whimpers and pleas feeding into his mouth and going straight to his ego. you tried to push away, but the pressure in the back of your head only stopped you from going so far. you tried your hardest to catch your breath, your mouth opening and allowing toby to slide his along your pearly whites.

he slowly began to crawl over your body, hands landing on either side of your hips and pushing your back against his comforter. his hips settled over yours, fabric barely touching yours. his lips traveled away from your mouth, kissing down your neck and collarbones. his teeth faintly ground against your skin, making you shiver.

he tugged ones more on his belt, making you sit up. "guh-gonna be a good pup for me?" he asked, tilting his head and stretching his hand out to caress your cheek.

you nodded, teething tearing into the lavish skin inside your cheek. you felt your thighs weaken, the way toby had stared down at you like he practically owned you. you press your thighs against one another, trying to draw any friction out from between your legs. toby gripped your jaw lighter, his loving gaze turning sharp and glaring into your soul.

"you wuh-want your fucking tr-treat? earn it." he demanded, tugging harder and making you squeal out.

"I promise-please toby im good, i promise!" you adjure, craning your neck back to look up at him and pout.

he adjusted his stance, reaching for the buckle of his belt and pulling it tightly around your neck. he locked the belt shut and let go, grabbing you by your hips and spinning you around in bed. your stomach pressed into the mattress before your hips were yanked back up, ass right in front of toby. you pushed yourself onto your arms, wiggling your hips slightly and whining.

"patience, pup" he uttered, letting his hands ghost over he skin under the hem of your shirt. he gripped at your bare skin, thumbs hooking under your waistband and tugging downwards.

your bare ass was pressing into his stomach, the chill air making you jolt against the blankets. his hands found the curve of your ass, drumming his fingers lightly. his thumbs found their way between your thighs, pulling your puffy folds apart. he blew a short whistle at the slick that collected near your hole, the air from his mouth hitting you slightly.

"this wo-wont be long at ah-all" he murmured, settling down on his knees and gripping the back of your thighs.

"what are you- wait-!" you protested, trying to close your thighs. his grip was too strong, prying you open like a ripened fruit.

his tongue licked a fat stripe from your clit to hole, digging his face in your scent and lapping every part of you up. you cried out, pulsing around his wet muscle. your arms shook, barely able to keep your torso up. you dropped out, letting your face smoosh against the duvet. you turned your face to see his chest, face burred in your cunt.

the way his tongue moved slowly, teasing with every twitch and suck. he prodded his way though you, earning every delectable moan and beg. your hips rocked back against his face, but his hand reached up and lightly tapped you on the ass, keeping you from moving any more.

he pulled away, licking the glistening slick off of his chin and upper lip. he watched the way your thighs slightly shook, and shiny arousal slide down your thighs. you took a deep breath, pushing yourself up to get a good look at his face. his goggles pushed up his forehead and hair knotted around them.

"wanna earn - earn something muh-more?" he asked, standing up and setling himself in the pillows of the bed. his fingers fiddled with the button and zipper of his jeans, pulling them down yo his mid thigh.

he beckoned his fingers at you, waving you closer. you crawled over to him, sitting on your knees next to his hips. "go on, pup- take-take em off" he said, snapping his fingers down at his boxers.

your slightly twitching hands slid his boxers down as well, cock springing out and leaking precum. your hand hovered around it before looking at him for approval. he relaxed his shoulders, nodding his head. you wrapped your fingers around his shaft and began slowly pumping, palm curling up at his tip.

he sighed out, hand reaching out to tug down on his belt around your neck. he pulled your head down and brought your lips to his leaking tip, chuckling when your eyes widened. you opened your mouth, slowly wrapping your swollen lips around him and taking him down. his hand rested on the makeshift leash around you, tugging slowly to take all of him.

you werent even halfway down before his tip bumped into the back of your throat, making you spit up around him and watch it drip down to his pelvis. he tugged harder, groaning out at the way your eyes became glossy the more and more you choked. he stopped tugging and allowed you to come up, and then duck your head back down. you created a sloppy rhythm, spit gurgling and hands braced against his thighs.

"fu-fuck so good" he breathed, tugging on his belt once more. he pulled you off, catching you by surprise and shoving you away.

he grabbed at your shoulders, switching you two around so he could be on top of you. he lifted your calves over his shoulders and slotted his tip right before your entrance, giving you no warning before pushing his way through. his fingers wrapped tighter around his loose belt, tugging you up to himself and slamming completely into your womb.

"toby- wait! too much! what are you-" you cried out, arms shooting to stop toby from going to hard.

"shut up and take it" he snapped, pulling all the way out before shoving himself back in again.

your face twisted, wincing at the sheer pressure of him stretching your hole out. he slammed against your cervix, hand tugging and pulling at the leather strap to make you look at him.

"please- please toby, ill be good! hurts- please!" you moaned, wetness gushing around his pulsating cock.

your hands tried every bit of their strenght, pushing and pulling at toby's skin or the bedsheets. but to no avail, you stayed put, taking in every slam of his hips into yours. he hit into your gummy walls with no sign of stopping, your gut clenching and feeding into that intoxicating feeling of your release. your nails twisted in the sheets, back arching off the bed and gasps short.

"close! toby- wait this shouldnt- we shouldnt!" you babbled, your orgasm slipping through you like never before.

toby barely stopped before pulling out and gripping your hips to flip you around to your stomach. you tried to catch your breath, pushing yourself up with your jello like arms and opening your mouth to speak. you were only met with the stretch of toby again, aggressively hitting your g-spot once more. he tugged back on his belt, pulling your torso up and back against his chest.

"shut- shut up, be good and ta-take it" he sighed, free hand roaming around our hips and rubbing loose circles into your stinging clit.

tears began rolling down your cheeks from the overstimulation, your hips trying to buck away from him. he leaned down and bit at your shoulder, leaving sunken in teeth marks to the soft flesh of your skin. you could only gasp and cry, no other sound would come through your dry throat. his grip was tighter than ever that night, wobbling with every thrust.

"ah-act like a bra-at- youre gonna ge-get treated like-like one" he whispered, rewrapping the belt around his hands and squeezing

your body was limp, only jerking around every time toby hit deep within you. your mouth was hung open, eyes rolling into the back of your skull. your mind was fuzzy, only thought was being dumb on tobys thick cock. you never wouldve imagined this day, nonstop fighting between the two of you. now it was just beat up tension, the way toby ached to control your mouth, especially when it was wrapped so prettily around his cock.

his thoughts made his ministrations stutter, stomach twisting and moans deepening. his hand dropped from your clit, only snaking around to bruise his fingertips into your waist as he grew closer.

"guh-gonna- fuck- fill ya up" he muttered, finally spilling into your warm hole and sucking in a harsh breath.

"toby! you cant-!" you scrambled to pull away, afraid of his seed seeping too far in. but you were too late, tobys grip only worsened and kept you still while he fucked every last drop into you.

"whiny little muh-mutt" he spat, finally letting go of you and letting you fall forward into the pillows.

your thighs shook, tobys cum dripping out of you slowly and down onto the sheets. toby stepped off the bed, pulling his pants back up and buttoning them. he reached over to you, pulling the belt loose and sliding it back into his pant loops. there was a deep red mark burned into your neck from the leather, the cool air hitting it finally felt like your relief.

toby looked at you, completely fucked out and dumb while you laid there. he waited a moment before sighing and helping your clothes back on.

"cant do sh-shit for herself" her muttered, patting your ass softly after your clothes were back on, "ill be- be in the shu-shower" he said, leaving you to lay there and rethink everything you just went through.

you wrapped yourself up in his blankets, eye fluttering closed. you could still feel the sticky liquid that dripped from you, staining your panties and shorts. your brain fell into your tiredness, letting you fall asleep in tobys bed.

when toby came out, boxers and a loose t-shirt, he only saw your sleeping form. his gaze softened for a moment while he brushed the towel through his hair, admiring the way your chest slowly rose and fell. he accepted his defeat, crawling in next to you and just watching. he ran his fingers through your hair, sighing and looking up at his ceiling.

"what am i-i gonna do w-with you" he whispered, before closing his eyes and falling into rhythm with your breaths.

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