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I have one final thought and mayhaps a controversial take -- the dramatic "cool" slowmotion turn around with an *insert emotion* look into the camera was cool the first couple of times but by now Im afraid it has become very much uncool.
Im tired, can we have something else, please?
#Raksh watches hotd#hotd liveblogging#hotd#hotd spoilers#house of the dragon#hotd s01e10#I mean its Fine#but it has become such a generic thing#not only for a dramatic finale but also like for any dramatic moment in a movie#like a hot hack that is supposed to make us feel for for the character I guess?#but I got such an ughh rn#even though I kinda loved how they made Rhaenyra find out the horrible news about Luke#there were def other ways to finish that scene#but of course the dramatic slowmo look into the camera it had to be đ©#also#fucking Vhagar man#she's a Beast#I still love her#but damn poor Arrax ;_;#and Luke of course#but Arrax bby ;_;#we've had you for like 5 minutes but I love you ;_;#anyways that is season 1 finished#Ive already seen a couple of s2 episodes too#but should I start now or maybe go find a nice fanfic to read before bed hmmm
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every so often yoojin will say somethign so tragically unreliable narrator that i have to pause and drag my hands down my face and groan YOOJIN AH............ and just take a minute before i can get back to work
#star.txt#hyj voice yoohyunies definitely out for sigma's blood because sigma was fighting him trying to get him to hand over my body#huh? eh i dont know that me saying that he kicked the shit out of me+grabbed me by the hair+dragged me off to forcibly do surgeries on me#(surgeries that yoohyun specifically has had incredibly traumatizing experiences with in the 5 minutes hes been awake since we've been here#has That big an impact on this decision#tllb#nsglb#my sranks spoilers#bro he could not care less abt the shit that happened while u were dead. sigma hurt you personally#like is anyone gonna tell him .#sorry for half my liveblogging being in the tags. i love to talk at 80% opacity.#also its a bad anxiety day lmao
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so we go all the way up to the 8th doctor and then we have the War Doctor who is technically the 9th Doctor, but not really? so we end up splitting off two trouser legs here.
now, you could either go 9 and 10 being Christopher Eccleston and David Tennant or go 9 and 10 being John Hurt and Christopher Eccleston, but most people go with the former so we're gonna do that too. all that being said, we run into another problem with Ten having TenToo, which could technically be another regeneration. so now the trouser leg is: 11 being TenToo or 11 being Matt Smith. again, we go for the most popular option, which is the latter (Matt Smith).
so. so far, we have matt smith being either the 13th regeneration or the 11th. peter capaldi and jodie whittaker are fairly unproblematic with the whole regeneration thing (except if you count the timeless child but thats a wholeeeee other can of timey wimey worms), but then we get to the other-other-david-tennant! He comes after Whittaker, so technically he's the 14th, but if you don't wanna count any doctor that Tennant plays that isn't 10, then you don't count him either.
with that trouser leg gone through, Ncuti Gatwa is either the 14th, the 15th, the 16th, or 17th depending on who you ask.
doctor who lore is really really weird, all of the time, in many different ways. moral of the story is just take it how you want it and have fun!
Ncuti Gatwa using they/them pronouns for the doctor is so hot to me
#this took me like 5 straight minutes#i ALSO love the queer doctor acknowledgment#because it'd be really weird to not they/themify the doctor#from a logical and queer standpoint#like we've had general he/him doctors and a general she/her doctor#plus the doctor is more of a plural being than a singular organism#like cmon timey wimey wise there's a high chance that they're in the same time different place#or same place different time#the doctor is everywhere all at once#you cant fit all that into gender roles!!#silly billies :)
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GET BACK ON TRACK ; charles leclerc x reader
summary: after carlos's wedding announcement is everywhere and taking over your entire life, you decided to break the slump and getting back on track by moving on.
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I think it would be really funny if Tim kept up one very specific connection he made during Young Justice. One that no one but Tim and his team know about. One of the most dangerous beings in all the Universe.
Lobo The Space Biker.
The Main Man Himself, who has either tied or beaten Superman in a number of different comics *and* shows. When he showed up during the Justice Leauge Animated show, the entire JL (minus Clark) had to work together to just *barely* keep him in line and even *then* they did not command full authority nor respect from him. He is a top tier threat almost everytime he is spotted.
And I can only think of one person who he canonically will do basically whatever they say.
Tim Drake.
Tim managed to reign Lobo in multiple times during their adventures together, and no I don't mean the weaker clone. I mean The Real Actual Lobo (who had been turned into a teen by Klarion at the start of their friendship but *still*) does what if asked of him by Tim Drake, up to and including *walking away from unfinished fights*. Evidence by the time Tim got him to not fight the Space Cops right before The Baseball Game and got him and Big Bear to stop fighting when both wanted to continue.
All this to say, some kind of all hands on deck happens and the JL needs some back up for some kind of invasion and Tim says, "I have someone who owes me a few favors and it pretty strong." And makes a phone call. All the JL can hear is Tim as he says, "hey, Lil- I'm cashing in a favor... Yeah there's an invasion about to happen... Yes, you are the first person I call for Cracking Skulls, of course.... yes well, with or without you it's happening in an hour. Get here sooner and after we can have an extra meeting... of course I'll make the usual tea, plus Lavender and Rose cookies~... yes I know you very well.... see you in 25 minuets Lil." And he hangs up.
30 minutes later, Lobo breaks into the Watch Tower and the whole JL is like "WE DONT HAVE TIME FOR THIS DAMN IT." until Tim walks past them saying, "Lil! I got some cookies, they're chocolate chunk." And Lobo simply replies, "you know me so fraggin well, Runt."
Tim gets placed on Lobo's shoulder and they start talking about where Lobo will be so he can Crack the most skulls.
I don't know enough about Lobo (so thank you for the explanations), but I am all for Tim's friendship powers.
I don't know how he does it, but he's constantly nestling himself into villainous or morally grey characters' soft spots. Is there a list out there of folks that, for all intents and purposes, shouldn't like Tim but got bedazzled by his friendship charm?
Anyways, I'd love a 5 plus one fic of Tim being like: "Oh? We've got this problem? Hold up. I know a guy." Then he just calls up someone he definitely shouldn't be friends with. They act like the best of buds, too.
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I wanted to know if you could make another request for the Bat Brother that was created to be a weapon when the Black Canary said he was ready to go to school, Bruce put him in one, but a boy tried to intimidate him and the Bat Brother broke his arm. He still couldn't understand what he did wrong because of his training.
I sure can. I love that idea. Also, this gif is Bruce explaining to the Bat Bro, that no, you can't go break people's arms.
Summary: (Y/N) doesn't understand that intimidation doesn't require broken bones.
Warnings: Bruce is a tired dad, (Y/N) is a weapon, but nothing specific about training, mentions of attacking, but nothing specific
Bruce sighed as he got a call from the Justice League. Another child that was created to be a weapon. Why? And why is he the first person they call? Damian was with him, since he was on patrol with him since they got the call.
" Father, why are we here? " Damian asked as the two used the Zeta tubes. Bruce sighed yet again.
" Because they think I'm an expert when it comes to children who are murderous. Just because I made sure you are tame I presume, " Bruce replied and Damian scoffed and rolled his eyes.
" Oh please. I'm not murderous. "
" Should I start talking about shrubbery? My beloved animal statues are still recovering. You started at what, 5 am? I did eradicate that habit of yours, didn't I? "
Damian huffed again, crossing his arms.
And yes, if you somewhat managed to tame Damian, a child murderous as him if you don't have Damian, you are officially an expert. That's why everyone turns to him when there is a murderous child. Bruce should start teaching them how to deal with such children.
" Superman. " Bruce nodded in his direction and Superman nodded back.
" Evening you two. We've managed to get the boy's name. His name is (Y/N), last name still unknown. We found him in one of Lex's labs. Under some nth alias. " Superman crossed his arms and Bruce scoffed.
Of course. When in doubt who else could be creating clones? Lex Luthor.
" Why isn't he thrown in prison when there is overwhelming amount of evidence against him? " Damian questioned and Bruce more often than not wondered the exact same thing.
The answer?
" Connections Damian, connections. " Bruce rubbed his chin and Damian scoffed, muttering an of course underneath his breath.
" But don't worry. He'll fall down eventually. If my hunch is right, he is probably messing with taxes. And if there's one thing that America doesn't like, is when you mess with taxes. That's how they took down Al Capone, " Bruce said to Damian, who nodded.
" We'll be waiting for a while then. " Damian crossed his arms now and Bruce chuckled.
" Don't worry Damian. IRS will take care of him. And once he's down, we'll strike as well and put him away for life. Don't worry about it. And how is (Y/N) doing? " Bruce asked, turning back to look at Clark.
" He's... Well, he had to be sedated. He broke Flash's nose. And we checked on him via cameras and he seems... Calm, but I've known you long enough to know that he is simmering deep down inside. " Clark chuckled and Bruce smirked.
" So you called me because the boy is mini me? " Bruce mused and Clark chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.
" Yup. I wouldn't recommend meeting him now though. He is pissed off. Black Canary will come by in the afternoon so she can talk to him. I know that she can take care of herself, but you should be here, just in case. " Clark scratched the back of his head, yawning.
" Tired already Superman? " Bruce teased and Clark chuckled.
" I'm going back to the cave father. Should I tell the others about (Y/N)? "
" Please do Damian. Warn them about the new addition that is going to come. I'll be back in about 20 minutes. Tell the others to sleep as well, " Bruce told Damian and the Robin nodded, disappearing through the Zeta tubes.
Bruce turned back to Clark, who offered him a tablet with the information that Bruce was interesting in. They both knew each other so well.
" Everything here is an estimate, besides the physical appearance. The age and all that stuff, " Clark explained and Bruce nodded as he read over everything. " He's a mini you Bruce, " Clark added and Bruce rolled his eyes underneath the mask.
" Alright. I'll transfer these to the Batcave and just text me the time when Black Canary is coming so I can ditch work. I'm pretty sure I can ditch a boring meeting. " Bruce smirked to himself as he started the transfer.
" Ah yes, the infinite meetings of a CEO. " Clark chuckled and Bruce handed him the tablet back.
" The boy will be fine, I'm sure of it. With some therapy and stability, he'll be good, " Bruce said and Clark nodded.
" I can only hope so. "
Months went by since that last conversation. (Y/N) was aggressive at first and outright refused to talk to Black Canary, who had Bruce behind her, just in case. And yes, Bruce had to restrain (Y/N) to make sure that he didn't hurt himself or Black Canary when he has decided to attack.
And attacks were frequent at first. More often than not, Bruce had to restrain him just so that they could get through a single session. And slowly but surely, therapy has started to work. (Y/N) was slowly but surely starting to opening up and became less and less hostile. Of course, there was a long way to go still, but he was making decent progress.
Bruce brought his boys to socialize with (Y/N). The boys are all trained and if (Y/N) does get hostile, they can take care of themselves. Bruce has warned them about it, so they were all prepared.
And (Y/N) seemed to appreciate the gesture, although distrusting of them at first. So, the boys have decided to take a different approach. Dick has decided to bring some books to (Y/N), some of his own favorites, so that he wouldn't be left to his own devices, aka, his mind and be pissed.
So Dick brought a lot of books. (Y/N) liked them all and Dick was proud to say that he had a great taste in books.
Jason has simply decided to talk to (Y/N) about stupid things he could think of. (Y/N) had a lot of questions for him and Jason was more than happy to answer them. He found (Y/N) nice, but too similar to Damian when he first joined.
So Damian and (Y/N) bonded quickly over their experiences. Damian opened up about his own experiences, sharing techniques on how to remain calm in certain situations. Offered meditation techniques as well and gave him advice on how to accept certain things.
And Tim brought him a tablet where he could watch cartoons, movies, whatever he wanted to get familiar with the world outside of fighting. Essentially, it felt like they were socializing a little puppy. (Y/N) really liked the tablet and took great care of it.
Black Canary also like the approach that the boys were taking and (Y/N) has been even less hostile in their sessions and has actually started to open up to Black Canary. Bruce was also a constant in their sessions, and while he may have looked like a brooding figure, he actually helped (Y/N) be calm.
Soon enough, (Y/N) went to school since Black Canary deemed him ready enough. Was Bruce nervous beyond belief for the first time in a long time? Yes. Damian might have been raised to be a weapon in some sort of capacity, but he was raised as an assassin and assassins are to supposed to blend in. And be somewhat sociable.
(Y/N) was not really raised to fit in. He was raised to be a weapon. Not to fit in. Only to kill. So was Bruce nervous beyond belief during the first week. He has hoped he wouldn't get called in to the principal's office.
But hope doesn't last forever.
Bruce was in Wayne Enterprises, in his office, doing some paperwork when the phone rang and Bruce recognized the number. It was the principal of the school. Bruce knows that number since he used to get a lot of calls from the same man while Jason was still going there.
It's burned into his memory.
He had a feeling it was about (Y/N) and was proven right. He muttered a simple ' I'm coming.' Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. This was going to be one rather uncomfortable conversation.
(Y/N) got suspended for 2 weeks. Bruce was not happy in the slightest. (Y/N) broke the poor boy's arm just because the boy decided to intimidate him. Was intimidating (Y/N) fair? No. But was breaking someone's arm just because of that justified?
Absolutely not.
Bruce sat (Y/N) down in the kitchen, thinking that the others wouldn't be home. Oh he was very wrong. They boys were back earlier since they had heard what happened. How? Bruce can't exactly know, but he knows that he has trained those boys. So somehow, they all found out and were ready to listen in.
" (Y/N)... We've talked about what to do when someone is intimidating you. You can't put your hands on them. " Bruce put his hands on his hips and (Y/N) crossed his arms.
The four boys were enjoying this. Jason snickered to himself and Damian smirked.
" I mean, (Y/N) isn't technically in the wrong. Why was the kid intimidating him in the first place? " Jason muttered to himself and Damian nodded, agreeing with Jason.
" It was a form of self defense. "
Tim shook his head and Dick chuckled to himself.
" No, self defense would mean that he put his hands on you first. But he didn't. You did. Which is assault. Thank God that by paying the medical bills would keep them off our back. " Bruce now crossed his arms, trying to be calm and patient. " I know it's not easy to live a normal life when you weren't raised like that, but you have to adapt. Black Canary and myself have taught you that. Where is the disconnect? " Bruce inquired.
" Well, he threatened me. Soon enough, he would turn into a real threat, " (Y/N) defended himself and Bruce swore that (Y/N) was like an another version of Damian.
" It doesn't matter. It's not self defense. I've texted Black Canary and you are going to have your sessions double during these 2 weeks, " Bruce declared and (Y/N) scoffed, showing some sort of sass.
Bruce wanted to rip his hair out.
" Go to your room and reflect on what I told you. I'll call you down when dinner is done, " Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead. (Y/N) clenched his jaw as he walked upstairs.
Damian and Jason were smirking, knowing exactly how he felt. Tim and Dick sighed to themselves. They knew that (Y/N) felt frustrated and angry. They had another version of Damian on their hands. Maybe an even more difficult version.
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I know darling
Colby Brock x Fem!Reader
you sent Colby a lengthy paragraph about all the things you want him to do to you. and he makes everything you sent come true
TW: Dom Colby, p in v sex, fingering (Fem receiving), teasing, video masterbation (from Colby), mentions of Sam joining and watching, face fucking (Fem receiving), fingering, name calling "love, baby, angel, sweetheart, good girl, good bitch, pretty girl, bitch, whore, slut", praise and degradation, cursing, video during it, aftercare, plot twist
I am a firm believer that Colby is into face fucking
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once I started texting the words I wanna say, they wouldn't stop coming. once I felt like I said enough to get him going, I sent it along with a spicy pic of me in his favorite lingerie. and now I wait for his response.
Colby POV
That was one of the scariest things we've ever caught on camera. me, Kris, and Sam decided we had enough and packed up to go home. we all get in the car and wait for the long car ride home.
once we get into a town, I finally have service and I get a shit ton of notifications. the one that caught my eye was the one y/n sent. I see she sent a long paragraph along with a photo. I was expecting a message about how much she misses me. holy shit I was wrong.
what I'm reading is the most spine chilling, boner inducing, and cock throbbing thing I've ever read. the more I read, the more hard I get. I grab my xplr hoodie and cover my lower half, not wanting Sam to see my boner.
we still have a 3 hour car ride back to LA, I'm not gonna make it that long. my breath get harsh and fast. Sam notices and says something. "hey man, you good?" he asks as he hits my arms. "yeah uhm I'm good, just thinking about the stuff that happened earlier."
I'll give it an hour and see if it goes away.
*an hour later*
well it's been an hour and I still have a boner. I roll my eyes and try to think of an excuse.
"hey Sam uh pull over to a gas station, I uhm have to piss" I lie. "I got you man" Sam pulls over to a gas station and I quickly run out of the car and into the bathroom. I sigh as I pull down my pants when an idea popped in my head.
I pull out my phone and start recording.
*a little while later*
I finish and clean myself up as i send the video to y/n.
me: video
me: I hope you enjoy this love
Y/n POV
I hear my phone buzz and I open it without hesitation. I see he sent a video and I watch it from beginning to end.
me: can't wait for you to get home daddy~
I know that name gets him going and I wanna see what happens. not even 5 minutes later, I get another text from him.
colbs<333: god you have no idea what you do to me, angel. when I get home, you better have my favorite outfit on with your head hanging off the side of the bed<3
me: yes sir<33
since I have his location, I can see how far away he is. he's about an hour and a half away from home, so when he gets about 10 minutes away from home, I'll do what he says.
*an hour and a half later*
I get more and more excited when I watch his icon get closer and closer to our house. I decide to get changed into his favorite lingerie and lay down on the bed.
I hear the door open and I hear stuff slam on the ground with fast foot steps coming up the stairs. I quickly put my head off the side of the bed just like he said. the door swings open and I see him with lustful eyes eating me alive.
"goddamn angel, you look gorgeous" he walks closer to me. his rough, calloused hands run all over my body as he ogles me. every movement he makes on my body, I twitch with anticipation.
he plays with my tits as he runs his fingers over my nipples over the lingerie as a whimper elicits from my mouth. I feel his boner on my cheek in his pants, wanting to be let out. I lift my hand up to caress his cock. I wrap my hand around it and barely squeeze it. he groans as he steps back to free his aching cock.
"you ready, princess?" he asks as he places his cock on my lips. I nod vigorously and open my mouth, spit already coating his leaking tip.
"just tap my thigh if you can't breathe" he reassures. I nod as he taps his cock on my tongue a few times before shoving his cock in my throat. I gag but then get used to it.
I let him use my throat for whatever he needs. there's pre-cum and saliva dripping down my chin and my mouth.
his thrusts get more harsh. 'hes about to cum' I think to myself. "gonna.... fuck.. close.." he mutters. he can't even pronounce words. I grab his waist and pull him further into my mouth. "fuck!" he yells, unknowingly I was going to do that.
I feel his cum drip down my throat and chin. I sit up and gather his cum and put it back in my mouth. he does the same with my spit.
his eyes widen for a second, like he has an idea. he pulls out his phone and starts recording.
"oh Sam would love this, wouldn't he?" he teased his fingers on my slit. I can only nod, my mind is cloudy and my eyes dizzy with pleasure. "I need words, pretty girl." he says, curling his fingers up in me. "yes! he would love seeing me like this!" I yell. Colby chuckles at my words.
"seeing you like this. being such a slut for me." his fingers get more and more quick. I know that him and Sam have done something like this in the past, but Sam watching me is so erotic to me.
"go ahead and tell the camera how much of a slut you are. for me and Sam. go on bitch."
"fuck Sam, I want you in me. I want you and Colby to fuck me so hard it hurts to walk. please Sam" I beg with pleasing eyes.
"good bitch" his fingers get more aggressive and he can tell I'm getting close.
he rips his fingers out of me as I'm about to cum. "w-what... why.. please, I want it... wanna cum for you" I plead into the camera.
he grabs my cheeks "only good sluts get to cum. this is what you get for getting me hard in the car. you knew I was with Sam and yet, you still did it. it's like you wanted Sam to know." he coos.
"yes! I wanted Sam to know! I want you both to fuck me!" I whine.
"that's what I thought, you whore" he lines up his cock and slides it up and down my wet folds.
"daddy please I need you." I beg. "fine, only because I'm so fucking hard for you" he rams his cock into me without a second thought.
"why don't you tell Sam what you want him to do to you, hm?" Colby teases. "want.... want you to fuck my face while Colby e-eats me out" my hands cover my face in embarrassment.
he rips my hands from my face "I think Sam would wanna see your pretty face as I fuck you." he pins my hands above my head as he slides his cock in and out of me.
his pace gets faster and his rhythm gets sloppy. my legs wrap around his waist, wanting him closer in me.
he apparently liked that because I feel him twitch in me. "fuck... gonna cum in your pretty pussy, huh? you want me to cum in you, fucking slut"
"shit..... yes yes yes please." I beg more.
his final push in me makes me unravel the knot in my stomach. my back arches as my legs tighten around his waist.
his breath slows as he picks himself up and goes to our bathroom. he runs a washcloth under water and comes back to clean us up.
Colby wore a smirk on his face that I couldn't see. "hey baby, can you get the cameras from downstairs please? I wanna edit some footage from earlier"
"yeah sure" I struggle to go downstairs but I make it through
I turn the corner and there he isâŠ
Sam
he was downstairs this whole time
"uhm uhh... hi?"
"hello beautiful" he says as he stands up and walks towards me. he puts a finger under my chin and makes me look at him "you sounded lovely up there. calling out for me. I hope you meant every word up there because I plan on making those things true. " he whispered in my ear.
his phone goes off. "I wonder what this is" he says sarcastically. he pulls up the video Colby took of me. "I hope I make you sound like this" he kisses your neck and walks out the door.
âfuckâ
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this has been in my head for a looooong time
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Tony, Terry, Tommy? | Walk-In Hotfix
synopsis; You get an unexpected call from an old friend in need of an emergency repair. Good thing: that's kind of your whole gig. Bad thing: You've been avoiding the Berzatto family for the past year.
tasting notes; hurt comfort? idk man, he's in a fuckin' freezer. this is gonna be a long slow-burn series. We don't use Y/N here and we've got a very preestablished storyline going on babes. Eat up.
portion; 3.1k+
possible allergies; SEASON 2 FINALE SPOILERS, I've started writing this before Season 3 comes out in June so we're going WAY off canon (unless I'm an oracle), Mikey is gonna be central baby, any tw you require for the bear-- you require for this.
pairing; Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto & Fem Reader (No pronouns!)
I have not written fanfiction in 5-6 years and once again some goddamn pretty boy just YOINKS me back in. I'm making up my own season three here so I'm kinda flying by the seat of my pants with this series, hopefully it turns out. If it doesn't... C'est la vie, I had fun.
The inciting incident, the thing that pulls you in, and permanently alters the trajectory of your lifeâ                   Is honestly quite boring, because itâs just a phone call from an old friend.
You stare at your screen for what feels like eons but itâs really just a few rings. Itâs enough time to frantically search through blankets on your couch for your remote to pause your showâ Which might as well be like 10 years of time. Youâre heavily debating not answering; what if itâs something heavy? What if a mutual childhood friend died? What if itâs a love or murder confession? What if itâs about the money you owe her? The money she owes you?
Do you really want to take that kind of call? On whatâs been a peaceful Friday night? Thatâs a rarity in your part of Chicago, câmon. If itâs important, sheâll leave a voicemail... Who are you kidding, she doesnât leave voicemailsâ Frankly, itâs bizarre and concerning that sheâs calling in the first place instead of spam texting. âŠAlright, sheâs let it get to the fourth ring, sheâs probably dead or dying. You need to pick up.
ââŠSyd?â
She sounds infinitely stressed, but relieved to hear your voice.âHey, hey, uhââ
Thereâs a cacophony of yelling, banging, and what you imagine are kitchen noises in the background. Guess she kept to her guns after Sheridan. Thatâs nice. Or maybe itâs not. Hard to tell.
âAre you good?â She canât see the concern on your face or your free arm crossing over your waistâ But she can imagine it in the worried lilt of your voice.
âYeah, yeah yeah, yeahâ I-Iâm goodâ Well actually, no, Iâm not good, thatâs why Iâm calling. Actually. Sorry. I know itâs been a minute, itâs fucked up to call only when I need somethingââ
âSyd.â
âIs your dad still a handy-man?â
Ah. Goodbye peaceful Friday night. Hello emergency hotfix services.
You click your teeth, âOh, no, he retired. Got a case of⊠Getting fucking old disease.â But a part of you is relieved itâs a thing thatâs broken, and not her. This is at least manageableâ Whatever it is.
âFuck. Okay. Fuck. Ha, yeah, my dadâs got that tooâ Well, okay, then Iâll talkââ
Youâre quick to jump in. âI took over the business though. So, if youâreâ" âWe need help so bad right now.â
You canât help but laugh at the speed of it, but immediately feel guilty hearing the desperation in it. âYeah? Whoâs we?â
You stick the cellphone in the crux of your neck, already walking across your apartment to throw on your jumpsuitâ Dark navy blue, elbow length sleeves, dadâs old logo embroidered on your right breast pocket.
CHICAGOâS KINDEST â FIXERS & CO. Itâs managed to grow on you.
Thereâs an egregious number of patches ironed or sewn onto the back and shoulders of it. All from businesses you and your father had either worked with or done odd jobs for. A NASCAR jumpsuit, but for nostalgia and small businesses. Something something âit all starts with your neighbourhoodâ. Your dad would say.
Syd continues, she hasnât changed much. You hear her sharp dicing in the background, the rhythm seems to calm down into an actual flow instead of erratic speed. You figure either the dinner rush is starting to slow down or sheâs relieved youâre coming. Who are you being humble for, no shot itâs the former.
âSo, you know how Iâm likeâ Like a chef and shit?â
 You hum the affirmative, putting her on speakerphone so you can pull out your tool kit with both hands.
âSo like, I actually co-own this restaurant opening tonight.â
âOh nice!â
âYeahâ Yeah, yeah, itâs really nice, but actually, itâs not, because itâs bad.â
âIn the way I can fix?â
âIn the way you can fix, yeah. Hopefully.â
âWhatâs the damage?â
âSo, my co-owner uh, Carmen, he got locked in the walk-in. Like trapped.â
You take a beat, a confused one. Half-stepping, almost tripping. You stare at your tools, picking out what youâll actually need for thisâ How the fuckâ âHow is he trapped in the walk-in?â
âSo, he meant to call to get it fixedââ âAnd he didnât?â âAnd he didnât.â
âWhat was broke about it in the first place?â
âThe doorknob on the inside, broke off. And right now, or, more like, 5 minutes ago, the handle on the outside broke off too.â
âFuck.â
âYeah, fuck.â
âDo you have the outside handle, still?â
âYeah. Yeah, laying around somewhereâ It snapped off though, likeââ
âClean?â
âUhâŠ. Yâknow, I would check, but Iâm actually kindaâ"
âCan we run table 36, please, Chefs?!â Now thatâs an uncomfortably familiar voice.
âYes, Chef! âŠIâm kinda busy.â
âRight. Restaurant. Oh, what fucking restaurant? You said Carmen, thatâs that fuckinâ Michelin guy, right?â Berzatto. It has to be. The smallness of this world is a personal prank on you.
ââŠHow do you know that?â Son of a bitch.
ââŠI try to remember what you like.â Itâs a good save, but that was too intimate for 3 years of no contact besides Happy Birthday texts, fuck fuck, recoverâ âAhem, uh, Restaurant?â
âThe Bear. Formerly The Beef. You do still live in Chicago, right?â
Berzatto. Confirmed. Bleh.
âFortunate for you, I do. I know The Beef, Iâm not far, Iâll be there in ten. Tell him to not have a panic attack, if you get a minute.â
âI will not get a minute. But I love the dream.â
And youâre off. Jumpsuit half zipped over what was supposed to be a sleep shirt but is now posthumously a work shirt. Nobody has to know youâre wearing pajama shorts under this. Carhartt jacket thrown over your shouldersâ Your dadâs, so, a bit oversized. Toolbox in hand, utility belt onâ Though youâre mildly sure if your hypothesis is right, you will only need your threateningly long sledgehammer.
Thank God for your car. CTA would not like you right now.
You pull up front. Oh boy. The sign change is making you feel a type of way that you were not expecting. Pride? Envy? All seven of the deadly sins? Maybe. No time to stew on it because thereâs an older woman smoking and having an emotional spat with who you assume is her shivering son out front. So. Definitely going through the back alley instead of getting in the middle of that shit.
Alas, itâs not any better, because thereâs Syd, vomiting next to a dumpster.
âBetter to ignore or acknowledge you in this moment?â Is the response you decide is best, despite the question, youâre already by her side. You put your tools down (out of the splash zone) and rub her back with one hand, holding back straying braids with the other.
âI couldnâtââ More vomit. âFuckinâ tell ya.â Syd takes a few deep breathes before standing. She considers going in for a hug, but remembers, the vomit. âGood to see you. I want to catch up, fâreal, butââ âThe bear in the walk-in?â âThe bear in the walk-in.â
You nod, fishing through your pocket. You hand her a mini container of Tums. She waves it off, of course, and you double down, of course, âWho you acting tough for?â
âFuckin⊠No one.â She grimaces, taking the box. She makes a show of taking one, like a fussy kid.
You refuse to take it back. âKeep it.â
âNever stopped being the mom friend, eh?â
You laugh, picking up your tools again. âListen, thereâs no telling what the night and your stomach holds. Lead the way?â
The Bear is pretty, or at least the kitchen of it is, so far. Itâs clean. Cleaner than it used to be. The death trap walk-in is really the only eyesore for you. You stare at the broken-off handle in your hand, twisting it back and forth to look at all the angles. Itâs honestly a pretty clean break.
Sydneyâs left to talk to her dad, as she should, and the rest of the kitchen is either too busy to pay you mind or is just silently relieved to see you.
Tinaâ Who has thankfully opted to not say âHey, good to see you, itâs been a year, what the fuckââTaps the walk-in door and says to this elusive Michelin Carmen that sheâll be right back, that helpâs here. He does not seem to register this at all. She gently slaps your cheek before rushing back to her station, regardless.
âMaybe Iâm just not built for this, maybe, maybe thatâs okayâ Maybe that just is.â
Youâve never said his name to him, it feels heavy on your tongue. âCarmen.â
âRight? What the fuck was I thinking?â
Alright, heâs too far gone. You flag down one of the cooks that are just shadowing for the night. âHey, can you hold this in place for me?â
You stick the handle into whatâs left of the hinge still attached to the door, which is, not muchâ But hopefully, again, if your hypothesis is correct, itâll give enough leverage. The cook holds it in place, a little terrified as your sledgehammer comes into view.
âNot gonna hit you, promise.â
ââIâm a fuckinâ psycho. Thatâs why. Thatâs why Iâm good at what I do.â
You tap (bang) the hammer on the door, enough to stop his train of thought. For a second, at least. âSweetheart, I need you to stand up for me, Carmen Chef Sir.â
ââŠTony?â
â...Who the fuck is Tony?â
The meek cook beside you speaks up, âHe means Tommy.â
And Tina is quick to yell from across the kitchenâ hearing how? We donât know. âItâs Terry!â
âI am none of these people.â You sigh, readying the hammer. âCarmen, can you stand up, and just tuck your fingers in the wedge of the door? If there is one?â
âHeard. Yeah.â Thereâs shuffling from in there, getting into position. Though the steps and the words seem dazed, as heâs forced out of a mental fog. âHere.â
âThis isnât a fix by the way. Your whole door is fucked after this. Not that it isnât already, but, yâknow.â You back up, teeing yourself up before running forward.
âWell, waitââ
You slam the mallet into the tip of the handle perfectly, forcing it way too tight into the gap of the hinge. You push the cook aside with your hip, now using the long handle of the mallet to stick between the knob and the door, using it as further leverage to pull it open. It is incredibly straining.
âCarmy!â Is it okay to say that nickname before youâve even seen his face? Eh. Youâre moving the boulder, heâll forgive you. âYou feel air?!â
âHoly shitâ Yeah, yeahâ Push?!â âOf course fucking push!â
And it becomes apparent in this exchange of force that this Head Chef must be significantly stronger than you, because itâs opening a lot faster now. Though, fast is a strong word for the snail pace this is happening at. But itâs more than the nothing that was happening a minute ago.
âAye⊠Cousin?â Richie, in a⊠suit? Runs up to you, coming from front of house. He immediately grabs a free spot on the sledgehammerâs handle to help pull. He was shocked to see you doing, well, this, right now, but then upon registering, heâs just shocked to see you. Period.
You can only groan in response, sticking a leg up and putting your foot on the wall as if itâs gonna add meaningful leverageâ Oh wait, it kinda is. âY'clean up good, Richâ Opening goingâFuckâ well?â
âOh yeah, fucking peachy.â He can only manage to wheeze in reply. Investing his strength in yanking rather than reintroductions; thankfully it pays off.
The hinge shoots open, you would have absolutely fallen on your ass if Richie was not ready to stabilize you. The walk-in door cracks open. Just a bit. Itâs not dramatic, itâs just a breath.
Itâs so anti-climactic that Richie doesnât mind walking off to cheer before Carmen even comes out. Clapping your back as he does. âThatâs what I like to fuckinâ see, Cousin! Ingenuity!â
Though, to be fair, heâs moving to intercept a very sweet looking, worried girl. You look up at her, wheezing as you keel over slightly to catch your breath, hands on your knees. Sheâs saying something along the lines of âWhatâs going on?â âIs he okay?â Girlfriend? Probably. Richie seems to be coaxing her accordingly. You turn your head back to the door. Carmen hasnât come out yet. Thatâs a red flag. With another wheeze, you stand up right, opening the door further, peeking in.
He's standing there, catatonic. Not looking at you, but straight forward, beyond you. He mustâve been by the door to push it open but now heâs stumbled against the back shelf. Every time his girlâs voice manages to ring into here, his eyes crinkleâ Wince. His breath keeps hitching. He looks afraid. It is better to be caged right now than it is to be out there, doing whatever he could be doing, right now. Talking to anyone might be a death sentence, right now.
âI donât need to provide amusement or enjoyment. I donât need to receive any amusement or enjoyment. Iâm completely fine with that.â He mumbles repeatedly. You can barely hear it over the buzzing of the freezer.
Whispering it just for himself, like some sort of fucked up mantra. Like itâs a state of inner peace to feel this bad. You doubt he even sees you right now.
You know you donât know Carmy personally. Mostly just through hearsay.
Heâs never met or heard of you, thatâs for sure.
But you know Berzattos. Or. Knew the one.
And you know a downward spiral. Intimately.
And you know that right now, heâs fucking cold. He is shivering and making no move to leave that state. You think he thinks thatâs the state he deserves to stay in.
Nothing to lose but a good first impression, right? You drop a screwdriver in the doorway as a doorstopâ Because how fucking dumb would it be if you both got stuck? And. Extremely slowly, you approach him not unlike approaching an actual captive bear. In your eyes, you might as well be.
Standing right in front of him doesnât stop his mantra. You slip your jacket off, half hugging him to drape it over his shoulders. âYouâre just cold.â
âIâm aââ âYouâre just. Cold.â You cut him off before he has the chance to self-deprecate again, smoothing out the sleeves on him. His eyes readjust to actually look at you rather than somewhere beyond.
You sniff. Youâre already cold and itâs been 30 seconds. This poor thing. You rub your hands together, breathing hot air into them before touching them to his frigid fucking face. âFuck youâre really cold. Like danger cold.â
Never being one for boundaries or hesitation, you hug yourself to him. Itâs the fastest way to warm him up. You slip your hands under the jacketâ Your jacketâ And just engulf the Italian Popsicle Man before you.
Shockingly, he doesnât push you off or suddenly reawaken to his senses and tell you to fuck off. He doesnât flinch, if anything he leans in. His body doesnât really have time for surprise, right now, it just takes what it needs. And what it needs is warmth and oxytocin. His breathing slowly but surely self regulates, and once you start to remember decorum you lower your armsâ But. He opts to place his chin on your shoulder, like the worldâs most gentle hook, and that alone is enough to keep you there.
It's a long, silent, liminal spacey moment before he speaks again. Both of you speak just above the decibel of the freezer's buzzing.
âYouâre not Tony.â
âTerry.â
âYouâre Terry?â
âNo, Tina said Tonyâs Terry. I donât know who the fuck Terry is.â
âTerryâs the fridge guy.â
âYouâre still going to need to call him; I did just make it worse.â
âThatâs fine.â He swallows. âWho called you?â
âSyd.â
âShouldâve called you earlier.â
âShouldâve called the fridge guy earlier.â
âYeah.â He sighs, but he makes no move to move, so you donât either.
âYou know Mikey too?â
Ah. The patch. The Beef. It's worn, but it sits proudly on the left shoulder of your jumpsuit. Your heart tightens and so does your posture.
âYeah.â You sigh. Itâs shakier than youâd like it to be. âDad knew him, so then I knew him, so then I occasionally fixed shit for him. Shit that âFak couldnât?â I think his name was?â
âHm.â He hums. âHe ever got locked in the walk-in?â
âYeah, he really fucked it up, like waayy worse than whatever happened with you tonight. Like whatever happened. At least 10 times worse.â Your voice is coated with sarcasm, but itâs not entirely untrue.
Youâre relieved, when Carmen laughs at this, a touch maniacally, but itâs something. Right now, any emotion from him besides regret and anxiety feels like a trophy. He straightens up, pushing his hair back, so you remove your arms.
âYouâre fuckinâ funny, Tony.â
âStill not Tony.â
âOh my god!â A blonde, very pregnant woman cracks the door open, relieved. âAre you okay, Bear?â You step aside so she can hug Carmen, holding his cheeks to look over him. Oh, this has to beâ
âIâm good, Iâm great, Sug.â He says this incredibly unconvincingly, hanging one hand on her wrist.
But what matters more in your brain right now is: Thatâs Sugar. Natalie.
And now you can put a face to both siblings youâve been bitched about to.
Chain-smoker, means well, cringeworthy husband, too good for her family, incredibly judgemental, cares too much and worries more, loves to fight, her motherâs daughter, pushy, sticks her foot in her mouth, canât take no for an answer, would lay down her life. Natalie Berzatto. Little sister.
Michelin Star retaining, big shot, sensitive, definitely a virgin, ball buster, sweats the small stuff, sweetheart, asshole, incredibly smart, flighty, coward, deeply loyal, whiny, screamer, show-off, fantastic drawer, shell, mister new york, annoyingly humble, undeniably the most talented. Carmen Berzatto. Baby brother.
Mikeyâs words. Of course.
Nat turns her gaze over to you, âThank you.â You can only bring yourself to nod in reply, a bit awkwardâ Lost in your rolodex of memories of the people youâve never actually met until right now. Itâs weird to feel parasocial about a normal person. Â Â
âOur toilet, exploded.â She says.
Now that pulls out you of it, and gets a laugh out of you. You put your hand over your mouth. âYeah?â
Sugar shakes her head, eyes widening like sheâs just stepped in it, âI didnât mean likeâ Like, you just did a job, right, thatâs like tacking on another last-minute serviceââ
âThatâs fine.â You put a hand up stopping her from continuing, still chuckling. âIâll take a look at it tonight and try to fix it tomorrow?â
She nods, smiling bright, âThank you, Tommy.â
Who needs to use Y/N when you have the fridge guy?
I so desperately hope you liked this first chapter. I've been stewing on this for like a week so I beg of you to reply/reblog/send me an ask (anon or not!!) telling me what you thought!! Unless it's mean!! In which case, do NOT!!!
And just a forewarning, as we step into uncharted territory where the walk-in meltdown was cut short, I need you to hold my hand through it bb. We're making this man's life better or we're gonna die trying.
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Announcing Lebanon Fic Week!
In light of recent political events, @butch--dean & I have been talking a lot about the importance of fandom and transformative fanworks in building community and mutual aid.
We've worked in close collaboration on this project and have put our heads together to develop a short event at the end of December for the release of Ten Minutes from Home: Lebanon Coda.
I had planned to release the fic over the course of two weeks, but have condensed it down so that all of the chapters will be coming out between Christmas Eve and New Years, with the hope of adding some extra seasonal cheer to a fairly bleak time.
Lebanon Release Dates:
December 24th: Chapter 1 & 2
December 25th: Chapter 3 & 4
December 26th: Chapter 5 & 6
December 27th: Chapter 7
December 28th: Chapter 8
December 29th: Chapter 9
December 30th: Chapter 10
December 31st: Chapter 11 & Epilogue
On the days that each chapters release, I will be reblogging related content to @lebanon-wip with an optional tag to block if you don't want any spoilers (#lebanon fic spoilers). Anyone who wants to share related content is welcome to send it to me via ask or in DMs and I will share it! If you want to create original content, you can tag it with #10MFH (and/or send it directly to me). @butch--dean has pointed out that tags on re-blogs don't show up in the Tumblr search function (thank u taylor) so reblogging existing posts with the #10MFH is not trackable. You've gotta send them in asks or be so so brave and DM.
We've also got a couple of commissioned artists who will be sharing work inspired by the fic. I will be adding links to interactive bonus content on this master list and on the chapter announcements as they are released, along with a couple of low-barrier participatory events planned (like sharing a photo of your favorite holiday or seasonal mug). The purpose of this event is to be in community with one another, be ourselves, and have fun! Any and all original content is encouraged. Please come as you are <3 Lastly, thank you so so much for all of the excitement and support around this fic! She has truly blossomed from your love and encouragement, which has warmed my heart and made all the difference <3
Thank you for being so so so niceys to me! Please enjoy my little gift to all of you.
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Tim After Fighting Damian pt 2
An hour later after Tim and Damian broke free from their brothers holding them back then fought and sparred until both were restrained again.
Bruce: Okay, you both got a little angry, and now that we've calmed down you're going to talk to each other maturely.
Damian: May I talk first?
Bruce: Nope. Not after the water comment. Also... Jesus, Damian.
Damian: I'm simply being accurate, that's how his mother died.
Tim growled glaring at Damian, but Dick, sitting in between the two, turns Tim's the to face forward.
Dick: Jason did the same thing they don't mean any harm with it.
Tim: Oh no, that half pint brat definitely meant to piss me off! Just like Jason did and I will beat his ass like I did JASON!
Jason: Can I stop being brought into the conversation, I said I was sorry.
Damian: And I would say it again you anorexic moppet!
Tim: At least Bruce WANTED me!
Damian: I read up on you, you're just a stalker who didn't want to leave!
Tim: LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE ELF ON SHELF, I'M THE REASON YOU'RE ALIVE! IF IT WASN'T FOR ME YOUR DADDY WOULD BE SIX FEET UNDER!
Jason (shocked): Wow.
Dick (pinching the bridge of his nose): Yep, he went there.
Bruce: I feel like my past didn't need to be brought up.
Damian (tapping his knee with his fingers): I will give you credit for that, but you did enough. How about you visit-
Bruce covered Damian's mouth and lifted him to take him to his office.
Bruce: I already have an idea of what he's about to say and I'm just going to go scold him in my office for 5 minutes. Tim, I'm very sorry that he said all of that to you. Especially the extra stuff about your mom in hell.
Tim (pouting and then breaking into sobs): It's okay, he's right... I'm nothing but a poser! I'm not meant to be here... I should have just stayed with my parents and then when they died... I should have lived on the streets.
Tim sobbed as Dick hugged him tightly. Even Jason leaned in, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder to comfort him. Meanwhile, Damian groaned and shrugged off Bruce's hand, clearly unimpressed by the display of affection.
Damian: Faker!
Bruce: For the love of- Stop it. I have to talk to you and afterwards you are grounded for... til... A week!
Damian: A WEEK?!
Bruce: You heard me, let's go.
Bruce carried Damian to his office while the boy kept screaming that Tim was faking the hysterics. Once Tim heard the office door close, he stopped crying and lifted his head.
Tim: I don't like him.
Jason (impressed): You're a good actor.
Dick: Yeah, I can't even blame you for reacting like that, he went too far... Although you went too far with the never wanted line, but he did start by mocking you for your dead parents. So, I'm not sure. Good performance though.
Jason: I was around Damian for seven and a half years, trust me he went too far.
Tim nodded and then stood up, heading to his room while ignoring the bruises he had from sparring with an 8-year-old.
Based off this post (want to give them the credit they deserve)
But it's connected to this microfic
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Cabernet defiantly loves giving head, like she is a God at eating pussy and she would definitely love it for us to sit on her face. This thought made me think of a scenario in the Uni Au where Cabernet asked us to sit on her face and after a bit coercement we agreed. She got so excited she rused to lay on her back and held out her hands to help us position ourselves. But when we came down we were doing that thing where girls hover over their partners head so that they wouldn't crush them with their full weight and this pissed Cabernet off.
"What are you doing?"
"Im doing what you asked?"
"No no, if you were doing what I asked you'd be sitting, not doing this hovering shit."
"I just dont want to crush your face and suffocate you-"
"And? Let me suffocate! Im a big girl, I can handle some smothering!"
This arguing went on for a bit and eventually Cabernet grew tired and too horny for our concerns that she just ended up looping her arms around and over our legs and pulled us down causing us to pit our full weight onto her face. Obviously we tried to lift ourselves back up but Cabernet was holding us down with an iron grip and pleasure she was giving us was starting to turn our legs to jelly so we couldn't hold ourselves back up again even if we wanted to. We obviously went into over stimulation so our body was naturally trying to jerk away but Cabernet kept us right were she wanted us with an iron and horny filled grip. The pleasure we were getting made us grab onto the back board of the bed for dear life and grip it even harder at each orgasm. And by the 5 th orgasm, the most powerful one we've had yet, we felt something slpash against our back. We looked back and it was Cabernet's semen that was coating our back. She was still ejaculating too as we looked back watching, seeing rope after rope of cum escaping her tip to hit against our skin. The best thing about this was that she didn't touch herself at all and she came A LOT. Cabernet found so much arousal and pleasure in stuffing her face into our cut and eating us like a man starved that she came without any stimulation to herself.
She just loves our pussy that much.
Hey. What have you done to me? Youâve completely changed my brain structure because Cabernet is my favorite PTN woman đš
I haveâŠI have no words. Just keep reading.
nsfw under the cut (men and minors dni)
The first time Cabernet asked you to sit on her face, you said no. That was the first time you ever said no to her request, and yet it was one she really wanted to do. Her eyebrows furrowed and she asked again, yet the answer was always the same.
âNo Cabernet, I donât want to hurt you with my weight.â
Poor Cabernet was ticked off that youâd ever think about hurting her with that delicious body of yours. If her body paid the price of having your mouthwatering pussy shoved up against her face, then it was a price worth paying for, as Cabernet was getting more ravenous by the minute. Every time you said no, Cabernet would get hungrier. Until eventually, while you were getting busy in the bedroom, Cabernet yanked your hand up to hover over her lying body, the both of you naked and sweaty from all your previous rounds.
âSit on my face.â Cabernet askedâ no, more like demanded. Her expression impatient and tongue flitting out for your juices.
âCabernet, I donât want to crush youââ
âI donât care.â
Her voice was stern, almost annoyed that youâd hesitate this much before gripping your thighs with each manicured hand, and forcing you down to meet her mouth in a burning, passionate ecstasy.
Since when did Cabernet get so strong? You wondered this, as you gasped and tried desperately to stand for fear that you might be suffocating poor Cabernet. She was a delicate lady after all, so you should hurry andâ
Goodness why was she so strong? Why was she gripping you so hard, you could barely move? Through your moans of blissful pleasure, you looked down to see Cabernetâs absolute blissed out expression. She looked delirious, eyes fluttering back in pleasure as she moaned through your folds and licked you up like a Michelin star meal that was worth hundreds.
She has never eaten you out like this before. Nails gripping the soft plush of your thighs, keeping you firmly sat on her face while she parts your walls with her tongue to reach that sweet spot she so desperately craved. The main star of the dish, the core of the apple, the feast that she had been starving for all this time.
The sweet, succulent juice of your orgasm.
Cabernetâs cock was practically swollen with arousal at the thought of it. Mind going numb while she ate you out in a drunken state. With every moan and whimper that left your lips, Cabernet countered with a grunt and growl of her throat. At the first gush of your first orgasm, Cabernet was practically moaning. The taste was so delightfully pleasant, the unique flavor of your bodyâs natural reaction to her and her alone. It was addicting, it was beautiful.
She craved more. More, more, more.
As you tried to get up, pussy overstimulated and puffy from her tongue, you whined when she suddenly pulled you back down for more.
âAnother. Give me another.â
Was she pussydrunk? You couldnât tell as the rough caresses of Cabernetâs eager tongue pulsed in and out of you with the eagerness of a starved man who had just been given a plate of food. Youâre on the brink of teetering over the edge, unsure of how many times Cabernet had made you cum from just her tongue aloneâŠ
FourâŠfive? You could almost pass out from bliss when you suddenly felt the hot shots of Cabernetâs cum shooting across your back. As you look back, you see just how erect and red Cabernetâs cock was. Tip all pink while it shot her hot seed all over your body, and making you clench from the sight, as you had no idea Cabernet was this turned on just by the taste of you.
She hadnât even touched herself once. No strokes, no squeezes, only the pure ecstasy of eating you out was enough to get Cabernet oozing loadsâŠ
Itâs safe to say that youâre no longer conscious of sitting on Cabernetâs face if she enjoys it this much đ
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head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}
Part 5.
Summary: Reader, Oliver, and the mortifying ordeal of being known. Plus clubbing, costume parties, and Oliver being a fucking tease.
{ masterpost }
Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.
Warnings: drinking/intoxication/drug use
A/N: 3148 words. now we're cooking with gas, folks! i might be too sleepy for a real author's note, but just know, as always, its unedited and i love you. have fun, please let me know what you think!
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"Can I be bold for a minute?" On the roof of one of the dorm buildings, you and Oliver are waiting for Felix. It's twilight, the sky painted lavender by the setting sun and encroaching night, and everything feels a little dreamy.
"If anyone would appreciate boldness, Ollie, it's me," you tell him blithely around the cigarette you're trying to light. Still, he's quiet for this one moment, watching the way you cup your hand around the little flame to shield it from the wind.
"How did you and Farleigh ever get so close, considering how he treats you?"
You're pretty sure you know why he's asking you, considering what few interactions he'd witnessed between yourself and Farleigh, but it's still unexpected coming from him. For a moment, your gaze flicks to him, eyes narrowed, not quite sure what to make of the interaction. When your gaze meets his, he's looking at you with that intent, inquisitive look he got in moments like these, moments he seemed to fish for information without seeming like that was what he was doing. The silence and look that you level at him seem to throw him off guard, and immediately he drops his gaze to his feet, swinging off the edge of the building.
"That is bold," you finally settle on, watching Oliver fidget. His ankles cross, his shoulders slump; again he makes himself as small as possible. You deliberately make your tone lighter when you continue, "what's got you worried 'bout me an Farleigh?"
"I mean, all I'm saying is that he was being nasty to you, but now you're both kind of acting like he wasn't."
It's true; since his apology that Sunday morning Farleigh had been keeping his word about not being too bitter about Oliver to or even around you and Felix. You, in turn, made a special effort to spend time with him, pay him attention, made him feel like your priority on occasion. Both you and Farleigh were well aware of what you were doing, but he always enjoyed your company and attention, so it wasn't like he was going to complain.
"Farleigh and I understand each other."
"He slept with your girlfriend."
"India's not my girlfriend."
"He- he keeps calling you a dog."
That hit a nerve. You hadn't realised he was paying attention to that back at the pub. You swallow hard and look out at the horizon.
"And?" Raising the cigarette to your lips again, you don't look at him as you take a very long drag on it, "there are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy," you breathe out with the smoke.
"Doesn't seem like the way friends should talk about each other is all," Oliver says quietly, notes of apology in his voice; you can see him looking at you again out of the corner of your eye.
"Best friend, actually," you finally sigh, letting the tension drop from your shoulders and the moment. As you look at him over your shoulder, you give a faint smile in the face of his confusion, "we've known each other long enough that we can say pretty much anything we want to each other. Only problem is that Farleigh knows that pushing my buttons also pushes Fi's buttons, which is why he does it so often. He's a shit-stirrer, but you haven't known us long enough to know he doesn't really mean it," you tell him with surprising fondness in your voice.
"I'm sorry for prying," Oliver says earnestly, and you smile wider.
"I'm sorry for being so defensive; I realise how it must look from the outside."
Before anything else can be said, the door to the roof bursts open, and Felix greets you both with a hundred-watt smile and a packet of fish and chips in his hands. You descend on him like a seagull, swapping your cigarette for the hot food, tearing into the paper wrapping and settling by the wall at the edge of the roof near Oliver once more.
There's a beat where Felix is watching you and Oliver, his smile soft and fond and endeared, but there's something in his eyes that's been there since that lunched they'd shared at the pub -
"I shouldn't say -" there's a lot of things Felix shouldn't do that he does anyways. Considering his wealth, he could get away with a lack of self control, "I just genuinely didn't know, I mean I might have guessed- did you know?"
"Know what, Fi?" You're still in his bed, bleary-eyed and desperately wanting to go back to sleep when he'd come back from the pub buzzing instead of tired, as he'd predicted.
He'd spent the better part of the afternoon with his head on your chest, explaining the almost Dickensian tragedy that was Oliver's life. Sure you were listening, but you didn't have much to contribute other than faint noises of interest while your fingers carded through his hair.
There's something about the way Felix recounts all this information to you, the way he finds it salacious and heart-breaking all in one. You can hear in his voice that he'd captivated, that he's endeared by the struggle that has followed Oliver throughout his life. As much as you loved him, you'd watched time and again the way he'd fall for tragic tales and the people who'd recount them; Felix had a saviour complex, and it was the only thing the two of you had ever fought about.
Last year it had been Eddie, the worst of the bunch so far. Like Oliver but in the opposite direction; too much, too loud, too confident to hide his ugly secrets and desperation to be wanted. Eddie had been Icarus, taking for granted the wax wings Felix had given him, the good life, attention, a comrade who almost understood him. But he'd played with fire, played with Venetia too many times, and the wax wings melted. Not that you'd cared; you were the one who spotted them, you were the one that told Farleigh, you were the one who listened to Felix's furious rants every few days for the rest of that Summer. You'd never liked Eddie like Felix liked Eddie.
Oliver was different. You wondered if he was different enough.
Still, as much as you liked Oliver you could see it in Felix's eyes, hear it in his voice; he was already getting himself addicted to the idea of how much better he could make Oliver's life. But Felix had hated it the last time you'd pointed something like that out.
("Then why the fuck would I keep you around? Maybe it's because I don't pick my friends based on whether they're charity cases!")
So you keep your mouth shut. Maybe it's worth it for the way Felix smiles -
"I don't -" Oliver's fidgeting when Felix asks him to tag along to a costume party, "have anything to wear, really," he admits. Immediately Felix is offering to let him borrow something. There's a flicker that looks almost hungry in Oliver's eyes amid the gratefulness, and you wonder if he knows how many people would kill to get into Felix's pants. Still, he's humble, "you don't have to do that."
"I don't have to do anything," Felix shrugs with the easiest smile in the world. Then, in the next sentence, completely glossing over the act of kindness he looks at you, "tell me you aren't still expecting Farleigh to commit to that devil costume with you."
"He told me he'd put effort in this year -"
"He tells you that every year," Felix laughs, and you lean into Oliver's shoulder to explain.
"Me and Farleigh always organise to go to one costume party per year as an angel and a devil -"
"And every year," Felix rolls his eyes with a good-natured exasperation, "Farleigh wears some vulgar t-shirt and two party hats for horns, while Y/N puts weeks of effort in and wins best dressed every time-"
"Not every time," you protested, while Oliver looked faintly impressed, leaning back against you too.
"The only times you haven't won best dressed was if there was no competition to win," Felix points out, before looking past you to Oliver with an amused smile, "so I can't promise you a Y/N-level of costume, but it'll be more than two party hats."
"If you wanna give me two party hats, I'll wear 'em," Oliver says, hands coming up as if to placate the both of you. Instead, you grin wider, throwing an arm around his shoulders.
"We'll make you all pretty, Ollie, don't worry."
Unsurprisingly, on the night of the party, Farleigh showed up to 'get ready' at your dorm, which meant him lazing on your bed, drinking and sharing his coke with you while you put arguably too much effort into your makeup. He, of course, is wearing two party hats, and t-shirt that simply says 'EASY', and though you pretend to be annoyed for all of five minutes, he gives a shit eating grin as you chew him out.
"Fool you once, shame on me, sure; fool you six times, that's on you, Y/N."
You flipped him off with a grin.
"There they are!" India cheers from the sofas where your other friends are gathered when you arrive to the party. Farleigh, on your arm, makes a show of his entrance, "not you, Farleigh, obviously." India rolls her eyes, but thankfully Farleigh wasn't too put out. Instead, he swans towards the group to claim a seat.
"Give us a spin, angel," Annabel insists with a coy smile, and you oblige her to the whistles and cheers of the rest of your friends.
"You outdo yourself," Felix told you fondly as you dropped into a beanbag by the sofa he and Oliver had been occupying.
Felix is looking at you, that kind of dangerous look when he thinks you're especially hot and there's only a thirty percent chance that the two of you will even make it to a dark corner. For just a moment, however, your gaze flicks to Oliver, by his side, and he's watching Felix too, absolutely rapt by the way your best friend looks at you.
"Only in comparison to Farleigh," you shake your head, forcing yourself to be Felix's self restraint, especially so early in the night, "besides, look at you; you've certainly grown into this since I last saw you try it on," and you leaned forward as best you could, looking across the circle of friends to the pretty, redhead in the slinky nurse outfit, "how fucking good does Felix look, Annabel?" You ask pointedly, and you can see Felix give a restrained chuckle before turning his attention to his own not-girlfriend, who seemed glad for the chance to gush about him.
Sitting back, you chance a glance once more at Oliver, and somehow aren't surprised to see him looking back at you. All you do is smirk, well aware of what you were doing.
Felix's clothes are too big on Oliver. The costume, though you're not exactly sure what he's meant to be, kind of wears him instead of the other way around. Felix, of course, looks all kinds of gorgeous as a police officer, while Oliver looked rather like he's wearing his big brother's hand-me-downs. But he's rolls up the sleeves and always looks up at Felix with these blue, doe eyes shining with gratefulness, and no-one else cares enough to comment either way.
You wonder if anyone else has noticed, the way Oliver's personality changes with his focus. It's not in large ways, perhaps others think its like a trick of the light, but the way he looks at others, the way he behaves, it seems to vary from person to person. Tactile, distant, closed off, hesitant, open, honest, warm, skittish, never truly the same with each individual. It's like he watches, figures out what people want to hear, what they want from him, and does his best to give it to them. It's almost painfully familiar.
Oliver gives Felix what he wants in a way you know you never can; Oliver gives him someone to help, someone to feel like he's saving. As long as Felix is happy, you tell yourself, that is enough, and it's easy to like Oliver in your own way. The only problem you've found is that as much as you like Oliver, as intrigued as you are by him, you can't quite get a read on him, what he wants, what your place may be in his life. He's always watching, always searching for something, but you're never sure of what.
So you decide to show him love, show him appreciation the way you know best.
More and more you choose to stay by his side when you're all out, at the pub, at clubs, either of you are not with Felix, or if you're not otherwise occupied by someone requesting your attention, you'll be with Oliver.
Tonight, at the club, a girl from town had been occupying Felix's personal space for the better part of an hour, and by the time he has her against a wall down a dark corridor, Oliver's absconded from the dance floor to get another drink, but hasn't returned. You find him skulking against a wall, half drunk pint in his hand, gazing out through the crowd. When you join him, when you follow his gaze, you can see the silhouette of Felix and the girl, his hand up her shirt through the haze.
"It doesn't bother you?" Oliver asks, loud enough to be heard over the music, but not by anyone else.
"The girls don't bother me," an easy, languid smile spreads across your face, "the girls love me," you amend, smile turning a little smug as you watch Felix and the girl whose name you can't even been be bothered to recall.
"Felix's girls?* Ever-hesitant Oliver, even here and now, sounds carefully demure amongst his curiosity, "do you -?" He makes an awkward gesture, but you read his intentions and laugh dismissively.
"No, no... well," you pause for a moment, "occasionally I have my fun, I suppose, but not like that; girls who are into Felix aren't traditionally into me like that, no," you shake your head with an an missed smile, "but that's why they like me, I'm not a threat, see?"
Even through the haze and flashing lights, you can see Felix's hands on the girl; he's warm and rough and the way he holds always feels so fucking secure -
Looking away sharply, you're surprised by how intently Oliver's watching you. Its genuinely startling, and though he seems to understand this but doesn't look away. For just a moment your breathless, caught up in the night and the jealousy and want for your best friend that you usually have much more control over - your own words echo in your head; I'm not a threat, see? A smug lie, a joke at all those poor girl's expenses since you knew they were never going to last.
Oliver's gaze burns when you finally look him squarely in the eyes; he knows.
"I get the impression people assume a great many things about our Felix," he wets his lips, casting his gaze to darkened hallway, to where you had seen Felix with his mouth on the neck of his girl of the night, but you can't look away from him. Our Felix. "And about you."
"And you?" Your tongue darts out, wetting you lips as you draw Oliver's attention back to you, tone flirty. There's something exhilarating about this man that you can't help but want to tease out.
"Not much to assume," he gives a faint smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, "I'm more the observant type than one whose observed."
"You make the assumptions."
"I make the assumptions," he actually smirks, a bit of that usual gentle hesitation that he approached the world with slipping for just a moment.
"And?"
"And what?"
"Do you have a lot of assumptions about Our Felix?" You tease his earlier wording, but once again his gaze drifts to your best friend, if he still is in the crowd. Them, quieter, almost as if you don't mean to you murmur, "or me?"
"Had."
"Had?"
"Had a lot of assumptions," there's a kind of mischief in his eyes as his tone takes on an air of nonchalance, "'bout him, 'bout you too." As he speaks, you step towards him, hand on his arm, moving steadily higher. He can feel it, you know he can, but all he does is smile wider, refusing to break your gaze.
"Like what, Oliver Quick?"
Leaning in, Oliver takes your face in his hands, bringing you close, sharing breath, lips inches from his.
"Like how they write Odysseys about your kind of loyalty," he mumbled, and you feel like his gaze alone could swallow you whole. There's a aching, yearning that you feel in this moment, when you crush your lips to his. It's quick and desperate, and he pulls back, "like how you show love with every fuckin' bit of that body of yours," this time he pulls you in and it's rougher, it's needy, he bites at your lip and you whimper against his mouth, press yourself against him, "like-" he kisses you quickly, "like- like-" but as you find yourself trailing rough kisses down his jaw, he seems to lose his train of thought.
"Yes?" You prompt with a laugh.
"Like how you're desperate to feel needed."
"Observant," you tell him softly, raising your head, arms still around him. In this moment, his expression is open, watching you, waiting for you to react, "more observant than anyone else."
"You wear it on your sleeve, sweetheart," he says bluntly, but something about being seen, about his unwavering honesty, that sets your heart beating, burning in your chest. Or perhaps it's that he called you sweetheart; it's rare that someone is so sweet to you.
"Then need me, want me."
"I do," this time when he kisses you, it's gentle, full of warmth and unexpected love, and the way he holds you close makes you feel so precious and desired at once, "but not like this, not now." And he's letting you go, despite the way your lips tingle and the damn butterflies in your stomach. You desperately want to cling to him, to ask him what the fuck he means, but he kisses you on the forehead and tells you to get back safe, wearing an almost smug, knowing smile, disappearing into the crowd. You can't even go after him, he's made you damn weak in the knees and all you can do is lean against the wall for support.
Felix and his girl have disappeared.
Your friends are still living it up on the dance floor, you're sure, but you have only one thought on your mind.
Oliver Quick is a fucking tease.
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acts of service
sydney lohmann x bayern!reader
summary: you and your girlfriend's love languages revolve around words of affirmation and acts of service
opening your eyes, you took a few moments to move your head up. seeing that the orange retro clock on your bedside table says â6:45 AMâ, you smacked your head back onto the soft pillow and closed your eyes. you didnât need to wake up for another hour. training for the pre-season starts at ten oâclock so you wanted all of the sleep that you could get.Â
it wasnât five minutes until you closed your eyes that you flipped your body to its side. usually, your leg would come into contact with your girlfriend's leg while doing this in the morning. so, when your leg landed onto the soft mattress instead, your eyes shot open-- seeing an open space.Â
sydney isnât the girlfriend that will wake up first in the mornings, its always you. this wasnât normal, so you moved your tired body to sit up.
your hands moved to rub your eyes before you heard the front door in the apartment close shut from the living room.Â
your eyebrows knitted together, knowing that sydney mustâve left to go somewhere or she is coming back from somewhere. she didnât leave too long ago, as you woke up to use the bathroom at 5:00am and saw sydney sleeping.
as you take the pink comforter off of your body, you hear footsteps approaching the room along with the aroma of your favorite breakfast wafting through the air.Â
your legs were on the edge of the bed as sydney stops in the doorway with a surprised look--- she is surprised to see you awake.Â
you looked at the brown paper bag in her right hand with suspicion as syd had a grin on her face. in her left hand, sydney held a 2-drink cup carrier with two drinks placed inside of them.Â
âbaby, did you really just-?â you cut yourself off as you stood up in front of her, surprised at the gesture. you took the drink carrier out of her left hand as she moved to the other side of the large bedroom to grab the two bed trays you guys keep in the closets.Â
âyes i did!!â sydney said excitedly, which surprised you because the clock turned to 7am and usually sydney isnât too energized this early.Â
you look down at the two drinks to see two iced lattes. one was a bit darker than the lighter one with strawberry cold foam on top of it. that one is yours, considering that sydney knows your order for the cafe on the corner of the same street you both live on.Â
sydney pulls out the food in the bag and you notice both of your favorite orders being sat on the bed trays.Â
the german girl usually orders an avocado toast topped with hard-boiled egg and a plain croissant. you get a plain croissant too, along with a plain bagel with light cream cheese.Â
the golden morning light filters through the ivory colored curtains, casting a warm glow over both of your features as you start to eat.
"i forgot to tell you good morning, sleepyhead," she starts to speak, her voice a melodic whisper.Â
âgood morning, early bird,â you joked. this is a joke that started between the both of you even before you guys started a relationship two years ago.Â
everytime you woke up before her, which was everyday until this morning, she called you an early-bird because you were fully awake by the time she would wake up. most times, youâd have to force her to wake up with you so you arenât late to training or games with bayern.Â
it looks like the roles switched this morning.
"I thought I'd surprise you when I saw that you were still asleep." sydney blushed as she looked at you sipping on the strawberry latte. it was made perfectly.Â
"this tastes amazing, but youâre even more amazing for this," you murmur, placing the iced drink down and stretching your tired arms before smiling at your girlfriend with tons of love in your eyes. "I don't know how you always know exactly what I need."
sydney laughs softly. "it's a gift. now, eat. we've gotta go training soon."
you spend the morning together, savoring each bite and sip. the intimacy of the moment is a reminder of why you love her so deeply. this isnât the first time youâve done this, it's almost a weekly thing. most of the time its you going down to the cafe and picking up sydneyâs iced hazelnut latte though.Â
a week later, shortly after the first game of the season, sydney fell ill. her usual happy energy was diminished by a fever and sore throat. you both share an apartment, so youâre more than prepared and determined to take care of her.
sydney can be a little stubborn. at first, she said she was fine but you made her rest after taking medicine (given by the doctors at bayern) so she will feel better.
its been an hour since she fell asleep in a nap--- you start chores in the kitchen by tackling the dishes piled high in the sink, the clinking of plates and running water calms your mind as your tv in the living room serves as a nice background noise. next, you move on to do the laundry.Â
usually, sydney has a huge preference of doing the laundry while you tackle the dishes. both of you share the same clothes in the huge closet in the bedroomâ so you chose to do all of the laundry this time to make her life easier.Â
in the laundry roomâ you threw most of the clothes in the washer and looked in the cabinets where you keep the detergents and other things. sydney likes to use the vanilla scented fabric beads for the washerâ while you like the fresh clean scented onesâ so you chose to use the vanilla beads with the regular laundry detergent.Â
you have to come back and do another two loads, considering how much clothes you and sydney own, so you sort out all of the jerseys and training gear, placing them in a pile so youâre prepared to wash those too after the first load is finished.
when you go to check on sydney in the bedroom, you find her awake. she has the tv on and is watching one of her favorite netflix movies. you felt terrible, sydney is shivering and you hated to see your sunshine so miserable while being sick.Â
âhey sweetheart.â you sat on the edge of the bed and ran your hands through sydneyâs soft, yet tangled, hair. you felt terrible and knew you had to get sydney cleaned up.Â
"i know you might not like this but letâs get you cleaned up, sunshine. it might help you feel better." you say softly. due to her sore throat, she canât speak much without irritation. you understand as you pull the pink comforter off of her body, helping the taller girl stand up as you led her into the bathroom ten steps away.Â
you undress the woman who was just settled into a sports bra and shorts before. you take your hands and help her into the shower, supporting her weight as the warm water cascades down her body.Â
first, you let her sit down as you started to wash her hair first. this step takes about 20 minutes, since you mainly gave her head massages while cleaning her scalp. after saturating one of your hydrating hair masks into her hair, you helped her stand up in the warm (not hot) shower.
next, you take the antibacterial soap as you started to wash away the sweat and sickness from her body.Â
as you take the silicone scrub and clean her body, you rub her back and murmur comforting words, feeling her sick body relax under your touch.
after double cleansing her body with her favorite citrus scented soap, you washed the hair mask out of her hair and helped her sit back down. you plugged the tub and allowed the water to run, adding a few of her favorite essential oils and bubble bath soap that will calm her body and mind.Â
you didnât noticeâ or careâ that your entire front side is soaked. you didnât get into the shower and bath with her, but you allowed her wet body to hold onto your clothed body. your blue shirt sticks to your front due to how soaked it is, along with your white pajama shorts, but you didnât care.Â
sydney stayed close to the edge of the tub as she held onto you. you sat on your knees outside of the tub and cuddled with your arms wrapped around her body.Â
this mightâve been dumb, considering that you can catch her sickness next and miss out on the next game against slavia prahaâ you couldnât care less knowing that your sweetheart is sick.Â
"you're too good to me," you hear sydney whisper, her voice weak but filled with gratitude as she felt your small kisses on the back of her shoulder.
"you're everything to me syd," you reply, moving your body over so you could kiss her cheek. "iâd do anything for you."
two weeks laterâ it was the evening on a day off from soccer-related stuff. sydney started to get over her sickness a week prior, so she is back to normal.Â
as you both sit in the living room, with you on the floor in-between sydneyâs legs on the couchâ sydneyâs fingers weave through your hair with practiced ease.Â
"hold still," she instructed as your head looked up at the TV playing mean girls. the german is concentrating on forming perfect french braids in your hair. you feel her breath against the top of your head, her presence is calming. the gentle tugging and twisting of your hair is almost meditative, each braid giving a symbol of her love and care.
when anybody plays with your hair, your body goes into relaxation. since it's sydney playing with your hair, you couldâve fallen asleep right here. your eyes continue to close and shut as sydney continues to move her fingers in your hair.
"why do you always braid my hair?" you ask softly, smiling at the thought with your eyes closed in relaxation.Â
during games for bayern, youâre an attacking midfielderâ or a forward if someone is injuredâ who is considered to be one of the best.Â
many pictures taken of you during games capture you with nice french braids in your hairâ or with a low ponytail that's braided. sydney is the hairstylist behind those braids which made her so happy seeing you on the pitch with them nicely finished.
"because i love your hairâ it's so soft, and i know it makes you relax." she replies simply as she ties together the first braid.Â
a month later-- after a particularly harsh game at bayern, with sydney getting into a fight with a ref that gave her a yellow cardâ you both return home.Â
her shoulders are slumped and her eyes are filled with frustration as her mind replayed the moment when she got a yellow card.Â
you got a yellow card too earlier in that game, after failing to side tackle a ballâ and hitting the wolfsburg forwards ankles insteadâ but you brushed it off as a mistake. however, you can see the weight of her bad moment pressing down on her.Â
in the car and in the locker room you gave her spaceâ now youâre back home. without a word, you wrap your arms around her on the couch, pulling her into a tight embrace. sydney melts into you, her facade cracking as she lets out a shuddering breath.
you held her hand and caressed her face with your fingers. "talk to me," you urge gently. sydney used to have a thing for holding her thoughts inside of her mind until they exploded. now, she is aware that she can talk to you about anything.Â
âiâm so mad! the ref saw that she pushed me first, so why did i get the yellow card while she was able to walk away with no consequences.â sydney begins to unload, her words tumbling out in a rush of emotion.Â
by âsheâ, sydney is referring to a wolfsburg defender who pushed her from behind as she tried to pass a ball to you. you listen intently, knowing that sydney is telling the truth. as you watched sydney fall to the ground, all of your teammates ran over to the ref and demanded a foul and yellow card for the playerâs action.Â
you on the other hand, you ran over to help sydney up from the ground. she acknowledged your support but jogged over to the ref. the conversation was short but got heated quickly. your eyes widened when you saw the ref pull out the yellow card looking at sydney.
as sydney continued to talk, you offered words of reassurance and understanding. sometimes, refs make the calls you donât likeâ and all you can do is move on.Â
after getting her to calm down by cuddling on the couch and watching the womenâs el clasico match on live television, sydney spoke out randomly as the game paused for halftime.Â
"y/n, i feel a lot better after talking about what happened. thank youâ you're always here for me," she murmurs, her head resting on your shoulder as she gives you a kiss on your neck. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"you donât have to thank me baby, it's what i love to doâ and you'll never have to find out what it's like without me," you promise, stroking her hair. "we're in this together, forever and always."
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The Set-up, Leah Williamson
In Y/N's POV:
"You expect me to do what!"
Okay, let's rewind a bit.
I'm Y/N Steinfeld. Yes, it just so happens that my older sister is Hailee Steinfeld. And, it also just so happens that i'm a singer, just like her.
I never did the acting like Hailee has, my main focus has always been my music. I've always done really well with my music. So at the end of this year, I start my very first World Tour. After 5 number 1 singles and a number 1 album, it made sense for a World Tour to be my next step.
However, unbeknown to me, my agent had other plans.
And this is where it all begins.
Somehow, i've ended up on a plane, with my sister and agent, flying from America to England.
2 weeks ago:
The phone call:
Me and Hailee were currently sat in our shared studio; just messing around with different tracks, when my phone rang.
"Hello?" I said when I answered the phone.
"Hi Y/N, it'a Nick." My agent answers.
"Oh, is everything okay?"
"Yes. Well, sort of." He sounded hesitant, almost nervous.
Hailee glanced at me with a questioning look, to which I just shrugged my shoulders at. I was as confused as she was.
"Y/N, I need you to hear me fully out on this okay." He continued.
"I'm not gonna like this, am I?" I could feel myself getting more fustrated at his ominious answers.
"So, as you know, we need to get as much publicity around you as we can before your tour."
"Yeah? Can you just get to the point Nick!"
"Right. Yeah, sure. Me and another agent have been in contact over the past couple of weeks regarding your publicty and we've come up with a plan to heavily boost your publicity." Nick told me, still hesitant to finish.
"And what is this plan?" By this point, my patience running thin. Hailee always knew when I was getting fustrated at something, and gently took ahold of my hand, trying to calm me down.
"Long story short, we are basically planning to stage a relationship. However, it is required of you to be in England for this, so your going to have to fly out."
"You expect me to do what?"
"Y/N, your tour is in jepardy if your don't do this." His voice becoming firmer as he spoke.
"What! So your telling me, that if I don't do this stupid publicity stunt, that I won't be able to go on MY tour. Do you know how fucked up that is?" Anger and fustration now, completely getting the best of me.
"Your flight is booked for 2 weeks from today. You and Leah will be expected in a meeting the day after you land." He answered, not even acknowledging my arguement.
"Leah? Who's Leah?"
"Leah Williamson. She has just captained the England Women's Team to winning the European Championship. Obviously, winning the Euros has brought a lot of attention to her name. Hense, why she is the option we have goe with."
"Right, so, an arrogant, cocky footballer. How lovely."
To say that I was angry would be an understatement. My hands running through my hair in fustration as Hailee pulled my phone from my hold.
"Nick, it's Hailee. I think it's best if you finish this conversation another time. You've clearly upset her, so I would leave her alone for now."
I couldn't hear Nick's response to Hailee. But after a couple of minutes the phone call ended.
Hailee placed herself down, next to me, wrapping her arms around me. Tears now flooding down my face in fustration and realisation of having to leave my country, let alone home, for someone I don't even know.
"Sis, look at me. Whatever it is, we'll get through it." She told me, grabbing my chin to look at her.
"He's making me go to England for some stupid footballer."
"Wait, woah. Calm down, he's making you do what?"
"I've got to go to England. They want to stage a relationship between me and this Leah, to basically bring more attention to me for my tour. But he told me, that if I don't do it, my tour could be cancelled." I told her, through stuttered breaths.
"Right, okay. So, this Leah girl, she hot or no?"
"Hailee, you can't say that." I said, laughing slightly at her outburst.
"Why not? Only the best for my sister. And I made you smile."
Back to now.
Me and Hailee have just arrived, with Nick, for the meeting with Leah and her agent.
We were there before them, so we were already sat and waiting by the time they got there.
Oh Shit. That's Leah.
She fucking gorgeous.
Fuck Me.
Right Y/N, get yourself out of them thoughts. Your not actually supposed to fancy her.
"Hey, i'm Leah." She said, as she got to me, holding her hand out for me to shake.
"I'm Y/N." I took her hand in mine, giving it a squeeze before quickly smiling at her and gently letting her hand go.
Her hands. God, there so soft.
After all the introductions, and everyone meeting each other. All 5 of us sat back down at the table.
We had to listen to our agents bang on about how this plan was supposed to work and what me and Leah had to do to make it believable. They spoke for a good half an hour. I hope they don't expect me to remember all of that.
Leah was sat opposite me. She kept pulling faces and rolling her eyes when either one of the agents were talking. making sure only I saw her doing it, it made me smile back at her before putting my head down so I didn't laugh out loud.
"Right, I think that's everything. We'll leave you two to get to know each other." Nick said, which pulled me out of my thoughts.
Nick, Hailee and Leah's agent all left the table, heading towards another room, leaving me and Leah alone in ther room.
"SoâŠ" I said, kind of akwardly. Not really knowing what to say.
"I've followed you for ages, y'know." Leah told me, after another couple minutes of silence.
"You have?"
"Yeah, I love your music. My teammates do too, but they always complain that I play your songs a slight bit too much, before and after matches."
"Your making me feel bad now." I told her, feeling kind of guilty.
"Why? What did I do?"
"No, no. You didn't do anything. I just, when I got told about all of this and you, I didn't really know who you were. Football has never really been my thing."
"Well, at least you say football and not stupid soccer. And hold up, your telling me that you've never watched or been to a football match." Leah said shocked, jokingly clutching her chest.
"No."
"Well, that's definatly gonna have to change. You'll have to come and watch me play."
"You want me to come and watch one of your games."
"Yeah, course."
Her hand reached out for mine, across the table, mine going straight into hers as if it was normal. It felt comfortable, almost natural for us.
"You know, I don't want this whole thing to be all contract and serious. I want us to be comfortable with each other and for us to be able to have fun. The least I want is a friend by the time it's all over."
Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought it would be.
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àšà§ ATTENTION
you got me looking for attention!
ft. satoru gojo
tags. gn!reader, all fluff ! just satoru wanting your attention after you're giving your attention to a new cat the two of you adopted. / author's note. lyrics taken from the song, attention by newjeans. i chose the cat name bambi because there's this cat on instagram named bambi that i follow and she is the cutest cat ever omfg!!
satoru stares at the new cat that the two of you adopted, like it's the most evil cursed spirit he's encountered.
your cat bambi, has seemingly noticed his intense gaze and stares back at him with the same intent. satoru might be going crazy, but is bambi perhaps smirking? you, on the other hand have not noticed the two of them having a stare off and continue petting bambi while you mindlessly scroll on your phone on the couch.
after another 5 minutes of the two staring each other down, satoru finally breaks and sighs loudly. you, being used to his loud, dramatic sighs, mumble a âwhat?â before you finally look up at him.
satoru looks at you and then bambi, and stays silent before saying something incoherent. he even seems a little embarrassed and sulks afterwards.
âwhat? say that again, satoru. couldn't hear you.â you murmur as you continue to pet bambi.
âstop giving bambi all your attention and cuddle with me.â satoru mumbles, but it's not clear enough that you still can't hear him.
âstill can't hear you, satoru.â
satoru thought steam was going to start coming out of his ears as bambi kept staring at him with a smug look. and how silly would you think he was for getting jealous of a cat?
he sighs before clearing his throat. âplease stop giving all your attention to bambi and pay attention to me.â he quickly says it, but it's clear enough for you to finally understand what he's been trying to say.
you laugh for a second before quickly holding it in. âs-satoru. are you jealous that i've let bambi lay all over me since we've got her?â you chuckle, trying your best to not laugh.
satoru groans before walking over to you and grabbing bambi off your lap before plopping down next to you and pulling you onto him.
âno. âts just.. you know. i'm your boyfriend, and some cat should not be taking your attention away from me.â he smirks victoriously as he looks at bambi, who is now on the ground, glaring at him. she lets out a meow that sounded like it had some sass hinted in it.
you let out the laughs you've been holding in as you lean into his touch. âas much as i love bambi, she will never take away my attention from you.â
âhey! don't laugh at me. and it's bambi's fault, not yours. she does not seem to like me at all. she scratched me on the first day we got her!â satoru shows off the microscopic scratch that bambi gave him on the first day that's almost healed, but you agree with him nonetheless.
âokay, true. but maybe it'll just take time for her to like you. good things take time, they say.â you laugh.
âi guess. but i feel like she's the dramatic type. you know, keeping first impressions in mind and keeping grudges. i didn't even do anything to her.â satoru mumbles the last part, but due to bambi's excellent hearing, she whipped her head to look at him as she hissed.
satoru gasps. âsee! she understood what i said and hissed at me. we should've got that white cat instead.â the two of them seemingly having another stare down.
âshe'll warm up to you in a few weeks. she just liked me from the start because âm cooler.â you chuckle as bambi jumps back onto your lap, not liking all the attention you're giving to satoru.
âshe's even barging into our conversation. leave, buddy.â satoru sits up and grabs bambi off your lap before laughing triumphantly.
âyou two are literally beefing for no reason.â you sigh and shake your head as you lightly punch his shoulder.
âit's reasonable! we all know that i'll be the one to have your attention more anyway.â satoru chuckles.
âunfortunately, you do.â
the two of you end up falling asleep on the couch, and when you wake up, bambi is cuddled between the two of you, like she magically warmed up to satoru overnight.
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Friends, I have a devastating/confusing update regarding the hot woman in the building, I don't even know what's going on anymore, you be the judge and tell me what you think.
So, if you remember last time we met, she gave me her number, she didn't have her phone on her, so I called her so she could save my number and call me, and come over. She never called and I assumed she just forgot or didn't save my number at all. So I'm like, okay, she doesn't care that much, it's okay, I no longer have a crush on her, I'm normal about this.
Yesterday, as I was about to head out in the evening, I see her standing in front of the building, as if waiting for someone to let her in. I'm someone. I open the door and she greets me happily, and we start chatting in the doorway. We were chatting for half an hour, she didn't seem in any rush, she was done with work, she told me she's about to go shower and relax for the day.
So in that conversation, we touched up the subject of how it feels to live with other people, since we're both introverts, and I mentioned 'oh but you live with your son and have to take care of him every day, but that's different, that's love' and she goes 'well you could find a guy and then live with him and you'd have love too'. And I froze. My eyes went blank. Soul fully left the body. I stared at the distance. The only reply I managed was a slow 'Oh.' My every thought about her was re-engineered in my head to accept that this woman not only has no interest in me, but is probably straight. Which was tough but I dealt with it, I accepted it, straight people can have buzzcuts I guess, whatever.
I responded with something like 'oh I don't want to clean after them, you know how they are' and we had a fun 5 minutes just trashing males, she told me she got divorced twice so I knew that she knew what was up, she agreed with me on most points.
I think my blank stare and extreme reaction I had about being told to 'get a guy' tipped her off about something, because she afterwards started talking about how she would maybe do better with a woman, and I was like Oh?? But then she backtracked and said she was scared of being heard because people in here are not very accepting of that, but she is, she thinks 'gay is okay' (I am nodding with a smile). She tells me about living abroad and how people are not actually accepting of that, but they don't care as much, nobody bothers you. At this point I'm just confused of what she's saying, like is she telling me about her personal experiences of being openly into women abroad? Or just talking in general what she noticed about homophobia out there? Or was it about trying to survive out there with a buzzcut? I don't know.
Then we sneaked into the bicycle room and she complained how I always wear a hat, so I explain to her that I have to, because I have sick ears; she's asking me over and over can't I just take it off, for a second? Basically begging me to take it off, just so she can see me without it, and I fold, and take off my hat, and she's mesmerized. She's looking at me with this weird shine in her eyes like she's never seen anything like it before, I'm pleased but also utterly confused because if you're straight why are you looking at me like this?
I decide enough is enough and I need to bring her over, so I drag her into my apartment, we've been talking for so long just in the hallway and we could be in my kitchen. She goes reluctantly, and then lingers at the entrance and doesn't come to the kitchen after me. I come back and ask 'Are you uncomfortable here? Do you not want to see the kitchen?' and she apparently was worried she would dirty the floor with her shoes. So I drag her over to the kitchen, and I luckily had a little jar of candied quince which I made the other day! (sidenote, did you know that David Karp makes candied quince recipes online? I have discovered this.) She loves my candied quince, and again, goes 'You're ready to get married' to which I'm immediately SO MAD, and I fight her on it, I go 'Do you think a husband could make candied quince??' and she looks at me 'oh no way' 'Well I DON'T WANT A M*N WHO CAN'T EVEN CANDY QUINCE and she laughs. I also give her a persimmon I got as a gift, because that's a semi-exotic fruit and I want her to try it. She likes my kitchen, gives me nice comments on every little handmade pillow and basket, she's in general so sweet, she hugs me, she likes my paintings, I'm happy. Then when we were getting ready to both leave, she goes 'I see you hate bras just like I do', and I'm offhandedly saying 'yeah who created that evil' but in my head I'm like I'm wearing a sweater right now, I'm wearing a sweater and you noticed? You looked at my chest enough to notice, and then you informed me you don't wear a bra either??? And then I called her phone again to be sure she saves my number, which she didn't the last time, and we both part and go our merry way.
I am driven mad by her behaviour and I don't know whats going on. Could anyone diagnose this situation. I am weeping I've been told to marry off a guy twice. I'm being pressured into being an unwilling bride by a woman with a buzzcut who I had a crush on. Regret and devastation. But then she also does things that I would call flirting if I thought she was in any way interested. I told her to stop calling me child-nicknames too and it did not work. I'm 34 I don't deserve this.
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