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ghouljams · 5 months

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Let Me Keep You(Here's My Name, Burden Me) Rating: Explicit (MDNI) Word Count: 4k Tags: John Price x f!oc/reader, first time, fluff, virginity loss, dirty talk, oral (f!receiving), piv sex, minor breeding kink, confessions, fae au, witch!reader Summary: "When I fuck you," Price breathes, brushes his lips against yours, "and I will fuck you, Sweetheart," he assures you, "I want it to mean something.” That was months ago, months of wondering when he'd finally decide you meant something. Well, the dam can't hold forever, and when it breaks it's not courage that parts your lips.

“What was that perfume you were wearin’ when we first met?” Price asks you out of the blue. You glance up from your cauldron in time for a cloud of purple smoke to belch out of one of the oil slick bubbles.

“I don’t know,” You really don’t. You don’t even know if it was a perfume, or if it was a combination of herbs you’d been working with. You stir your potion thoughtfully. “If you could describe it,” You decide, “I might be able to tell you.”

Price hums, he does that when he thinks, it’s terribly charming. You like how he fills your space with noise. Both of you know that he’s as silent as fresh snow, but for you he’s as loud as an elephant. It’s comforting, in some strange little way, always being able to hear him near you. It’s harder to be alone. Clearly. You- Logically you know he’s there, but it’s- you shake the thought from your head, no sense tainting your potion with ill advised sorrows.

“Like dry grass on a warm day,” Vetiver you note, “and honey without the sweetness.” Citrus, potentially, wildflower likely. You tick mental boxes, sorting through your mental catalog. What were you shopping for that day? Were you killing time on a spell?

“Anything else?” You ask over your shoulder.

“Summer, but that was probably from-” you hear the rustle of fabric as he waves his hand behind you.

“From the garden,” you finish with a smile.

“Smelled expensive, dark, like that red dress you’ve got,” he leans back in his chair and you hear his heels tap against the wood of your kitchen table as he kicks them up, “Should wear that for me some time, hugs ya’ in the prettiest places.”

“The perfume, darling.” You remind him, and he clicks his tongue.

“Keep callin’ me that sweetheart, and you won’t remember either.” He smiles when you glance at him, arms crossed over his broad chest. The relaxed posture shows off his arms well, his sleeves wrapped tight around his thick biceps. Temptation in a man. You have to stop letting him in when you’re trying to work.

“Why are you asking about my perfume?” You redirect the conversation. You doubt Price has suddenly taken an interest in aromachology, and you doubt he’s looking to buy you a gift considering all his are magic related.

“I want you to wear it tonight,” He replies plainly.

“Are we doing something tonight?” You don’t think you’ve forgotten anything. No date night on your calendar for tonight, no holiday or witches gathering.

“I’m goin’ to fuck you.”

Your potion explodes. You cough and sputter against the smoke, the pink dazzle of failed intentions attempting to choke you as your entire body bursts with heat. Price snaps his fingers and the smoke is sucked out your garden door like a vacuum.The mixture is still bubbling in your pot, though now it simmers at a nice vibrant red. A love potion instead of a protection potion. You’ll have to start over.

“That’s hardly romantic,” You tell Price, because you have no idea how to respond in a way that doesn’t scream “I’m a virgin.” Price spins you to face him, silent in his movements, and draws up the apron around your waist to wipe off your face. You’re sure you’re a sight, covered in pink and barely able to look at him.

“I’m givin’ you time to say no,” He explains, patiently. You take your apron from him and finish scrubbing your cheeks.

“I can’t say no during?” You joke. Price settles his hand on the counter behind you and leans close.

“You can, but you won’t want to.” Another burst of heat courses through you at how serious he sounds. You swat him away to clean up your potion. You don’t think you’ll be able to get any magic done today.

Price monopolizes your day. Monopolizes your thoughts anyway. You can’t concentrate on any of your spells, your workspace tainted with him. He drips into every corner of your home, his smoke filling the cracks and crevices. You’ll have to cleanse the whole space the next time you want to do anything.

He’s quiet too, which is the worst part. It makes you nervous, like he might be rethinking. Yet each time you turn to look at him he’s staring at you, his eyes warm and full of open affection. You can’t look at him for long, and you always turn away with your cheeks burning. The way he looks at you, like you’re the missing piece he’s been looking for…

“You’re staring,” You tell him, after dinner, you mean it to be chastising.

“Am I?”

“It’s distracting.”

“Do you want me to stop?” He almost could pass as concerned, if it weren’t for the crooked smile, the slight smirk that says he wouldn’t even if you asked. Truthfully you don’t want him to stop, you like the way he looks at you.

“When are we going to-” You wave a hand, feigning nonchalance. He catches it and kisses your knuckles.

“Whenever you want,” He smiles more genuinely, his eyes crinkling at the edges, “Just say the word sweetheart.”

You shed your skirt on the way into the bedroom, his fingers tug down the zipper as you walk, and you’re more than happy just stepping out of it. Happier still when Price hauls you up and drops you on the bed. He crawls over you and you cup his face to kiss him. Each slick slide of his lips against yours makes heat pool in your stomach, something warm and anticipatory taking hold as he breaks away to slide down your body.

Price kisses your stomach, laves his tongue against the soft skin and sucks appreciatively. His beard tickles, and you squirm without meaning to. He explores the exposed skin with his mouth, his hands sliding your shirt up to give himself more room. There’s something reverent in the way he moves you, helps you tug your jumper off and smooths his rough hands over you. His hands knead your breasts through your bra, kissing them where they push against the fabric. His eyes meet yours as he does, and you bite down a smile.

“Take it off,” he orders, sitting back to give you room. You sit up and fiddle with the hooks in the back while he strips his shirt off. You get a little distracted by the broad well muscled expanse of his chest, the dark hair. He pushes you back down against the bed, a finger hooked in the front of your bra to pull it off as you fall. He’s rather good at this, you think before he’s kissing you again. His hands cup your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples. You press into his hold, feel his tongue slide against your lips, and open your mouth to suck on it. He pushes his hips against yours, the fabric of his pants making you feel all the more naked under him.

You want to feel him, really feel him.

His hand disappears, fabric rustles and Price lets out a breath. You glance down to see he’s taken his pants off, his hard cock standing proud against the swirls of hair that trail up his stomach. You snap your eyes back to his face, and his brows raise.

“See somethin’ you like?” He smiles, and you shrink down against the bed. Very much so, but you don’t want to stare. “Plenty of time for that later,” He tells you, “For now-” He sits back, tugs your panties down. He follows their journey down one leg, kissing your thigh, knee, your ankle, until he can toss them to the floor. Then his attention falls heavily onto you.

He presses your hips more firmly against the bed, holds them hard enough to bruise, and you watch the rise and fall of his chest as he stares between your legs. The usual ice of his eyes has been swallowed by the deep hungry black of his pupils. It makes you squirm to be under such a heady inspection. His brows twitch, his head tips, the slight movement making you twist your fingers in the bed sheets.

"Fuck," he groans, before snarling, "fuck." He falls into you, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling them up over his shoulders as he buries his face against your cunt. His tongue licks a broad stripe over you and you jerk against his hold, a nervous giggle falling unbidden from your lips. You've never done this before but you probably shouldn't be laughing.

"Wait, Price," you try, your fingers shake as you press them against his hairline, threading them through the short brown strands. He growls, glares at you, like a dog trying to protect its bone. Your breath hitches.

His tongue prods at your clit, rolling over it with firm strokes. It's wet, warm, and well practiced. It sparks in your stomach, making it jump as you shiver and tighten your grip on his hair. His fingers only hold you more firmly, anticipating every squirming movement of your hips as his tongue wiggles against you. You whine, press the back of your free hand against your lips and try to stifle the noises he draws from you. Though he doesn't seem to be doing the same.

Every low groan and slurp at your leaking cunt sends another shock of heat through you. You whimper when he sucks at your clit and he responds in kind.

"Good girl sweethear', taste so fuckin' good." Your cheeks burn, at the gravel in his voice. Your head feels hot and your body feels tight. His tongue presses into you, licks over you, like he's starving for it. He laughs when you buck your hips against his mouth, a deep throaty chuckle that doesn't help the heat in your face, "Knew you'd squirm."

You swallow, press your hand a little more firmly to your lips. Price lifts his head enough to let you watch his tongue flick against your clit, his eyes trained on the jump of your stomach, all the soft parts of you he likes best, absolutely burning for him. "Squirm for me baby," he tells you, amusement clear in his voice, "show me how much you like it."

You twist in his hold when he lowers his mouth back down to suck on your clit. You try to, at least. He's strong enough to keep you in place, almost like you hadn't moved at all. It's cruel really. You try a different approach, grinding your hips with the movement of his tongue. He allows it, guides your hips with firm hands, his nose grinding against your clit as his tongue presses into you.

You whine, short and high, your fingers tugging at his hair as you arch your back. Everything feels so tight between your legs, so slick and warm. Price’s tongue twists against your cunt, pushes in and out of you in a maddening dance. He presses sucking kisses to your folds, lapping up every drop of your slick with deep satisfied groans.

“God,” He growls against your cunt, drunk on you, “could eat you whole-” He hums, and you squirm as the sound vibrates around your clit, “-doing so good for me.” You nod, every inch of you blazing, you’re sure you must be a sight for him. “So good,” He mumbles. He sucks at your clit, the pressure tugging at the swollen nub released only to be started all over again. One of his thick fingers presses into you and your breath hitches.

“Price,” You tug at his hair to get his attention, your hips raising with tense tingly pleasure as he curls his finger against your gooey walls. He strokes inside your cunt firm and delicate, hardly listening to you. Your legs shake, on either side of his head.

“You gonna cum sweetheart?” The low timber of his voice makes goosebumps rush over you. You nod, mutely, and he wiggles a second finger in beside the first. “I know,” he coos, “I know baby, can feel it.” His fingers pump in and out of you, hitting something that makes your stomach jump and clench. “Go on,” He tells you, “cum on my tongue, give it to me, hard as you can.”

The tight heat breaks into desperate trembling, your stomach jumping as you squeeze his head between your thighs and try to wriggle away from the constant rolling pleasure of his tongue. You moan, rock your hips against his mouth, squeezing and pulling him as close as you can. Fuck do you want to get away or stay like this? You don’t know. It’s too much and not enough. You can feel your body fluttering, clenching on his fingers greedily. Price’s groans are desperate, hungry, indulgent, his eyes hot as they watch you fall apart.

Your cunt sucks at his fingers, trying to draw them in further, clench on them tighter. He keeps stroking that soft spot inside of you as his tongue laps up the slick that pools around them. His mouth is sinful, sweet torture that doesn’t stop even after you’ve cum. His beard scratches your thighs, smears your wetness over them as he kisses the soft skin. His fingers don’t leave you, even when his mouth does, they keep stretching you out, toying with your cunt. You shake and shiver for him, unsure what to do with yourself as he watches you.

“Could drive a man mad, lookin’ at ‘im like that,” He tells you, kissing your bent knee. You tug at the blankets, press your hips down against his fingers. Price hums, thinking, his eyes rake over you as he leans close. “Stick out your tongue baby,” He murmurs, and you do without fuss. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, closing your eyes when his tongue presses against it, licking over the wet muscle with firm strokes before sucking it into his mouth. You do your best to keep up. The way he kisses you, dips his tongue into your open mouth, feels dirty, makes your head spin.

You whine against his lips when his thumb rubs against your clit. The calloused digit pressing firm against your sensitive bud, as he pulls back to watch his spit drip into your mouth. You swallow it all too eagerly, and pant against his lips. You grip his shoulders as he dips down to suck at your neck, your voice soft and high, pleading, in his ear. You need something to hold onto as he sparks pleasure up your spine. You’re just starting to shake again when he pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt.

You grab for his wrist to put it back, you’re warm and throbbing, and you’re so close. He just stares at you, chuckles a little when he grabs your wrist and brings it to his lips. Price sits back, holds your hand with slick soaked fingers, and grabs his cock around the base. You suck in a breath at the size of it. It looks so long and thick, is that really going to fit inside of you? Did he stretch you enough?

“Look at that, mm,” Price sighs, rubbing the tip of his cock through your wet folds, “pretty little pussy.” He feels bigger than he looks, the head of his cock just catching at your entrance with each stroke. It bumps against your clit, mixing pre-cum with your slick. You watch him move, watch the way his cock drools against you, with libidinous eyes. You chew on the inside of your cheek, raising your hips to try and convince him to fuck you already. He hums, his smile, his eyes flicking to meet yours, all too hot for a man from Winter.

“Beg for it,” He tells you, “You want this cock, I wanna hear you beg.”

You want to, you want to beg so badly, but you feel like all the words have left you feeling him twitch against you. You let out a shaky breath and give him the only word you have left. “Please,” you shudder, “Please, plea-”

He presses against your entrance, the fat head of his cock slipping inside, and you gasp. Price murmurs something to you that you don’t catch, too focused on the roll of his hips as he eases his cock into you. Your eyes roll a little, breath uneven as his girthy cock stretches you out. The burn of it is sinful, absolute bliss, and you feel yourself run a little hotter with each thick inch. There’s so much of him, and you’re so full already.

He stops, his breaths ragged, releases your hand to grip the backs of your thighs and press them up against your chest. The new angle forces Price’s cock deeper, letting the veins of it drag against that squishy soft spot in you. You squeak, and he shushes you. “Needed a better-” Price groans, “fuck sweetheart, you’re so tight, such a good girl.” He eases another inch into you, you try to raise your hips and find yourself pinned under his weight. “Just a bit more baby,” He drags his lips against your gasping mouth, “you can take it, know you can.”

You don’t know if that’s true, when his hips finally settle against your ass you’re shaking with the effort of keeping still for him. He lets out a sigh, smoke dripping down over you, filling your lungs the way his cock fills your cunt. It makes you a little dizzy, dizzy enough you don’t notice he’s pulling out until he snaps his hips and fills you again in one clean motion. Then that’s all you feel.

The maddening drag of his cock against your gummy walls, all slick friction and heat that pulses through you, makes you gasp and whine. Pretty sounds just for him, just for the way his hips smack against you. He hits some impossibly deep part of you, and doesn’t stop hitting it. Each thrust winds you tighter and tighter, makes you clench and drip around his cock.

He releases his hold on your legs, lets you wrap them around his waist as he settles comfortably over you. His lips drag along your jaw, the scratch of his beard making you tip your head. He’s so warm, or maybe he’s reflecting your own heat back to you. Either way you feel wrapped up in him. His smoke, his mouth, his cock. Fuck, his cock.

"Be a good girl and play with that clit, rub it real nice for me," Price mumbles, you whine and reach between you to rub yourself, "there you go sweetheart, clenchin' on me so well." You can feel him thrusting into you like this, grazing your fingers against his cock as you rub tight circles. Everything is hot and wet. Your stomach clenches as he pushes in deep. Each drag of his thick cock is a delicious build on the already tight heat coiling in you.

"I- mm," You squeeze your eyes shut, tip your head back as your back arches. You've never felt anything this good.

"No, no, eyes open sweetheart," He coaxes, his hands hold your face, tip your head forward, "Want you to look at me."

You don't want to, it feels easier to keep them closed, but you want to be good for him. Every time he praises you it feels like your skin gets a little hotter, and it's so- you always thought you were good at taking compliments, but the way he says them, so low and filthy, makes you want to stutter like a nervous little girl. He doesn't stop fucking you, but he does slow down, gives you a small reprieve to open your eyes in. When you do, you're immediately treated to his smile.

"Don't look away, unless you're looking at-" he tips your head forwards so you can look between you at where his cock pushes into you, "-that." He groans as your breath hitches, eyes fixed on the fluid motion of his hips. You clench around the stretch of his thick cock. You can see the dark curls at the base wet with your slick, the muscles of his thighs moving, the bruises he's left on your hips.

Your legs curl towards your chest again, shaking, the feeling of his cock pounding into you suddenly too much all at once. You bite your lip to keep quiet, as your orgasm breaks over you. Wet heat slapping slick noise to the pump of Price's cock, and snapping over your spine as you arch your back. You've trained yourself so well you don't even notice you're biting down your moans.

"Speak," Price commands and you can't help the tumble of noise that falls from you as your mouth opens. Soft swears and pleas and his name like a prayer, over and over. He groans, catches your desperate mouth with his own and fucks you. His full balls knock against your ass as his hips piston into you.

"Price, God, Price," you whimper, clawing at his back. His cock hits you so deep at this angle, your toes pointing as he keeps you full of him.

"John," he whispers, kissing into your vernacular. John. You breathe his name in. You knew it. John the conqueror, the morning's glory, the Highest exalted, remover of obstacles, dominator of will. Yours to be known.

"John," you sigh. Yours to keep, but never use. A shiver racks through him, you wonder how many times in his long life he's heard his name. He puts himself in your hands without asking for the same in return, but you want to give it to him. You want his admission to mean something. You whisper your name between kisses, feel the twitch of his cock as he rolls his hips against yours, the stutter in his breath. You love him, you love him, you love him.

It's real and terrifying and it strings between you so heavily you can't ignore it. He says your name, whispers it, and it’s like you’ve never heard it before. You shake, shiver with sensitivity as you feel hot cum flood your cunt. Price’s hips don’t stop, fucking his thick seed deep into you with a low groan. Fuck you could cum again just feeling him wiggle his hips against your poor cunt, like he’s trying to make sure it all stays in.

He sighs, more smoke pouring from his lips before he can kiss you. Sweeter this time, but no cleaner. You push your tongue against his, arching your back to press up into his chest, feel the click of your teeth when you press a little too close. Desperate, you’re so desperate for him. How could you ever not be? You could go again, you want to go again. He chuckles against your lips, and you do your best to swallow the sound.

“Easy,” He tells you, the low timber of his voice rumbling through you, “we’ve got all night.”

You wake up heavy and warm. There’s a pleasant ache low in your back, and an arm slung over you. You close your eyes against the sunlight streaming in the window, and cuddle back against Price, put yourself in his hold without fear. There’s a weight in your chest that feels too important to touch, so you don’t. You can feel it though, as clearly as you feel Price stir behind you, feel him hook his leg over yours. It’s natural the way you fit together.

You wiggle, turn to face him. He doesn’t open his eyes, just waves his hand to make the curtains close and lets you cuddle close. You kiss his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You gave him your name, and you’re still here. Still breathing, still laying here with him. Easy as anything. This is real, you think, he’s real. He’s not going anywhere, he’s not using you for anything, he wanted this to mean something. It does mean something. He means something to you, something you didn’t have a word for until now. Funny how sex makes things so much clearer.

“I love you,” you whisper to him, sure he’s still sleeping.

“Marry me,” He whispers back, like he’d been hoping you’d say something.

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zorosleftmantit101 · 3 months

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Bro wtf im alive!!

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ONE PIECE MEN

As shit from the groupchat

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C/W: swearing, NSFW, mentions of suicide, general shit post stuff.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Robin, Franky, Brook, Chopper, Usopp, Ace, Sabo, buggy, Shanks, Crocodile, Doflomingo

NOTE: Schools back and its been super fucking busy + plus im hyperfixated on bulders gate and game of thrones rn

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Luffy: My balls dropped insted

Zoro: Peburty

Zoro: How tf do u spell iy

Zoro: Pubesraty

Zoro: Pubes

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Sanji: Valentines more like. Suicide

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Buggy: Ur so wacky

Shanks: *wanking

Shanks: 109 mph dick slaming in and out of this dirty half full starbucks cup i stole from a homeless crack addict (im imagining its ur tight boy pussy asshole)

Buggy: Shanks.

Buggy: Stop.

Shanks: Erm no!

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Franky: Teachers should NOT say nice things to me (i have a praise kink and daddy issues)

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Nami: Bro i gotta shit so bad

Usopp: THEN SHIT BRO

Nami: Im in the car

Usopp: Oh

Usopp: THEN SHIT AT SCHOOL

Nami: I am NOT shitting at school

Usopp: PUSSY

Nami: this was all a trick girls dont shit

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Brook: Im so excited to drink today im actually shaking #slotmachines

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Luffy: Happy Monday!

Chopper: It is NOT Monday my guy

Luffy: ... the shotgun is in my mouth

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Franky: Bc l've got another day off

Franky: Should I come visit

Robin: YES

Franky: Hmmm

Franky: If I get bored I'll ride up

Robin: Then ill ride u up

Franky: What time u guys got recess and lunch

Robin: Get u preggo

Franky: SHIT

Franky: ILL BE THERE

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Kid: just punch the customer

Law: nah I need that shit to traumatise them, I need the customer to be rude to me and I start levitating in the air while chanting and blood pouring out my eyes

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Kid: When parents let their kids order and its like "what's that fetus, your learning to speak!! Yeah well spell trombone, didn't think so faggot"

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Ace: U stick ur dick in ur bum and get urself pregnant

Ace: 2024 lets make it happen

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Sabo: "Emo!" So close! I'm actually wearing the skin of your mother

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Doflamingo: OK BUDDY DEGRADE ME MORE IM THIS CLOSE TO EXPLODING IN MY PANTS

Crocodile: MOTHERFUCKER WHAT

Crocodile: YOU DIRTY CUNT

Crocodile: WAIT

Crocodile: NO

Crocodile: YOU PERFECT HUMAN BEING

Doflamingo: NGHH (reverse psychologyed your ass)

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Sanji: Ouchieeeeeeeeeeee my back hurtsss urghhhhh i wish their was a big sexy latina to sit on my face, only to make the pain go away of course

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Nami: Guys i close the store in half an hour and im boooooredde i already finished cleaning wveryhringggg

Robin: Okok pro tip

Robin: Do u have pens?

Robin: Hand sanitizer

Robin: And paper towel

Nami: Im gonna just finger myself

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Franky: That was my son 3 years ago before the incident...

Brook: Was the incident me whipping the nae nae! YOLO cash money dab on them fortniters

Franky: No

Franky: Big Foot stepped on my unborn baby

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Law: If i die i wanna be reborn as an electric chair

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Killer: Cheaters are dick beaters - Shakespeare probably

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Sanji: You are quite literally the most cutest girl I've ever seen

Luffy: Bro my dick actully smells so fuckimg bad, it never smells bad do i have aids

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sparklingdreams22 · 4 months

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bitter sweet - m.s

summary: y/n has been known to the fan base of a harmless friend that constantly reassures that they are nothing more than friends. all until a green illness has brought up buried feelings.

warnings: cursing, reader is a woman, no smut... for now :)

"hey, chat!" y/n greets matt's stream, as she walks into the frame.

it had been almost usual that y/n would have appearances in his stream. the only reasoning y/n had believed they would tolerate her solely based on her focus on the video game.

"hey, when did this become y/n's stream?" matt rolls his eyes when he skims through the chat's excitement over her appearance.

"nick wanted me to ask if you have been checking your phone, he said he texted you." y/n murmurs softly, and she takes this time to scan him as he was in the middle of a fortnite game.

he had a dark vintage shirt on with gray sweatpants, his hair all tussled from moving the headphones for too long. his posture remained tunnel visioned to the screen, y/n watches as he is getting shot at. he hadn't even glanced at her when he replies, "i'm in a game right now, just tell me what he wants."

y/n knew deep down that the triplets treated her nothing more than a good friend. it was moments like this that confirms her suspicions that her sees her just as that. she had realized that it would be better to accept it, but there were instances that would explode from the bottled up feelings.

"not the mattitude," she mumbles as she smirks at the chat. matt's screen turns a light blue, signaling he had been killed. he quickly tears off the headphones and glares at the girl. to her, she knows it's a teasing glare due to the upright lift of the corner of his lips.

"what did nick want?" he gently asks her, his full attention had turned to her. the intense gaze of his blue eyes sends her a warming feeling in her stomach.

"he was asking if you wanted to go get something to eat." she glances at the time on his screen to sever the intense attention she is receiving.

"he's asking if i'm hungry, or if i can drive them?" he raises his eyebrow, this time, his smirk more prominent.

y/n tilts her head, leaning to the left, a small chuckle escaping. "i think you know the answer to that." matt shakes his head, mimicking the facial expression on y/n.

"look at chat hyping you up," matt points to his monitor.

"it was something i said," y/n crosses her arms with a big smile on her face. "you just got killed, so you didn't hear me." matt furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"y/n solo fortnite stream??" he fake gasps, he brings his bottom lip between his teeth when he observes her as he directs the question from chat to y/n. he goes to get up from the chair to let y/n take over the game, and he grazes his hand on her waist briefly to guide her to the chair.

a jolt of electricity shoots up her spine from that touch, it sent chills to her arms. she brings the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands to warm herself. this action elevates her heart rate more, if it's even possible, as she starts to panic.

"another day, your brothers aren't the most patient people in the world." she gives a chat some acknowledgement before excusing herself from the room, and she goes to update the impatient brothers.

"what'd he say?" chris questions as he springs up from his position. "now that i think about it, you could drive us too."

"took you long enough!" nick rolls his eyes. just as he finished his sentence, the sound of a door opening could be heard, which made the room go silent.

"c'mon you bafoons, let's go get something to eat."

as the four friends return back to the boy's place, they decide to watch a movie in the living room. as nick spurts out suggestions to watch, per usual, his brothers keep rejecting the options.

"fine, you guys decide then!" nick exasperates as he slaps both hands on his thighs. chris and matt proceed to eat, looking unbothered if they watch a movie or not.

"saltburn?" y/n suggets. nick gasps, accidentally inhaling a fry due to his excitement. y/n only brought that movie up due to his known liking in jacob elordi. but to be fair, no complaints.

"you guys and jacob elordi, my god." chris rolls his eyes in displeasure. "i mean whatever, by the time we choose, we'd be done eating."

nick and y/n's smiles grow as the screen turns black, signaling that the movie is starting. y/n found watching movies and tv shows like glee, pretty little liars, saltburn, etc was fun just to make fun of. she and nick were the same in that aspect, which had made the friendship easier for moments that do not need conversation, just spending time.

as everyone gradually finishes eating, matt gets up from the couch to collect the trash and dump it into the bin. this time, instead of sitting next to chris like he did originally, he crosses in front of the tv to the side where y/n lays.

"mind if we share a blanket?" he points to the empty spot to her right with a chunk of the throw was unused. y/n's heart patters for a second, wondering how he's this comfortable to share a blanket.

"uh, sure." her breathing becomes uneven when she shifts closer to nick to give matt some room. "you guys should get more couch throws, this one is a hog," she jokes.

"hey, you had 1/4 of it to begin with," he defends. he shifts the blanket to the left for y/n to have. he props his left arm across the couch behind her, he whispers, "liar."

"well, the blanket is not king size so," y/n rolls her eyes.

throughout the movie, it become difficult for her to focus on the movie when his body is so close to her. she finds his leg would occasionally brush against hers but when she turned her head to him, his focus was the big screen in front of him with a small smile.

y/n's butterfly's soars but soon simmers when her mind pops up of other collabs they have done where the women interacting with them getting hate and threats. the stream had put her on edge, she got to thinking about the reactions from the fans, if they had caught that.

"you okay?" she felt matt's breath hit her neck, she almost jumps at the sudden conversation. her brain was racing as if she was at a formula 1 circuit, resulting in her low confidence in her voice. all she could respond with was a nod of her head.

his gaze did not falter, not even when she shifted her attention to the movie. he was not buying it, she knew that, but she can't express it in front of his brothers.

towards the end of the movie, y/n glances at a sudden light to her right. her eye catches something familiar as she uses instagram quite often, but it's not the platform that makes her heart sink.

a well known tiktok girl's instagram profile.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

hi hiii!! this was my first ever time uploading fanfic..... i hope y'all enjoyed it that you might want pt 2???

anywho, i hope y'all have a good day and or night 💌

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 11 months

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can I get cowboy!reader with the flu, all feverish and sick and disoriented and maybe the team takes shifts going to watch him/give him some company because he lives all alone and they know he won’t take care of himself like he would for others.

Whether this is an opportunity for more romance to bloom or for him to just be seen as a bit vulnerable and human to the other members of the team, up to you. I think all his usual inhibitions would be lowered juuust enough to give the team a laugh. (bc in my mind he’s not a drinker, he doesn’t like the effect it has on people- making them violent etc)

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Description: cowboy reader gets sick and makes some confessions. And it's what everyone's been waiting for.

Warnings: illness, mentions throwing up (no actual throwing up), cold/flu, mentions high temperature, reader feels rough, yeah

A/N: hopefully this is okay, i'm feeling a bit worried about this one but today has been a whirlwind and i finished this to relax and thought i'd post it now so hopefully it's okay. let me know what you think, even if it's criticism! (it's okay if you have ways in which you think i can improve!) also i'm panicking it reads as rushed so i'm very sorry if it does seem rushed but yeah let me know your thoughts!

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You had felt like shit by the end of the day and had drove home hoping it was just the consequence of a busy day. So, when you got home, you had immediately gotten dressed into your pajamas and quickly ate something and curled up under your covers and fell asleep.

This feeling, however, did not go away when you woke up the next morning. In fact, it had gotten so so so much worse. You couldn't bend down without your head feeling like it was going to explode. But still, you got dressed, grabbed a coffee and made your way to work. (You weren't one to give in to illness).

"You look rough." Morgan stated as you walked into the bullpen.

"'M fine," You mumbled, removing your hat and placing it on the desk as you tried to push the hair that was now stuck to your forehead back. "'m not even sick-"

"You need to go home." Hotch says as he joins the rest of the group, you shake your head, blinking any dots from your vision.

"No, I'm fine. I can still work," You insisted. Hotch studied you once more before sighing.

"If I agree to let you stay, I want you to stay at the police station,"

You sniffed slightly as you nodding, "Yessir,"

"And I want someone with you at all times."

"'M fine," You argued, "D'n't needta with someone,"

Hotch raised an eyebrow. Derek gave a small smirk, "Hey cowboy, did you know your drawl is this prominent when you're sick?"

"Ain't sick." You mumbled giving a sniff as you went to sit down.

"Before you sit down Cowboy, we've got a case." Garcia said a she walked passed you. You closed your eyes, trying to not groan.

You managed to get some shut eye on the jet after going over the case once more, cowboy hat on the desk as you rested your head against the cool window. Hopefully it wasn't too obvious how shit you felt.

When you woke up, your head seemed to be pounding in time with your heartbeat and it made you want to crawl under the covers and cry. But you ignore it, giving JJ a smile (trying not to wince at the pain that explodes through your head as a result).

And, as usual, you all hit the ground running. Normally, you loved your job, but not today. All you wanted to do was sleep.

It was now close to midnight and you genuinely thought that you might throw up. You hadn't really eaten much today, what with feeling ill, so that probably wasn't helping. You drew in a deep breath as you tried your best to focus on the profile written out in front of you.

"Come on Cowboy, you need to head back to the hotel." Morgan said, gently nudging your shoulder.

"'M fine." You huffed.

Morgan rolled his eyes but left you to it, instead, walking out of the room and fishing his phone out of his pocket.

"Oracle of all, how may I assist the?"

Derek smiled, "Hey baby girl, I need some advice, how do I get Cowboy to go to the hotel?"

Penelope gave a chuckle, "That's an easy question, at least give me a challenge." There was a small pause, "Is he okay?"

"He's refusing to accept he's ill."

"Get JJ to talk to him." Penelope said, Derek could practically hear the shrug as she spoke.

Derek furrowed his eyebrows, "Okay, are you sure that'll work?"

"Remember when he quit smoking?"

"Yeah."

"It was because JJ asked him to."

"Seriously?" Derek's jaw dropped, "Are they completely blind? Its obvious they're smitten."

"They're both too blind to see it. It's romantic really."

"It's painful."

"Alright, I'll give that a shot, thanks Mama,"

"Anytime, my Chocolate Thunder!" Garcia said before hanging up, just as JJ walked past.

"Oh! JJ, you need to talk to (Y/N), he's refusing to go back go the hotel and he looks like he's going to collapse at any moment."

JJ looked at Morgan and nodded, "I don't know why he's refusing to admit he's ill." She said, "But I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you!"

You looked up from your notes when you heard the door open, sending JJ a smile as she walked in. Feeling immediately a little bit more like yourself with her presence. "Hi," She smiled, "How you feeling?"

"'M not ill,"

"Yes you are." JJ said, voice firm, "And it's okay that you are, we all get ill. But you need to go back to the hotel and rest, otherwise you'll just feel worse."

"Can still help," You mutter and JJ shakes her head.

"Nope, no you can't," She said, "I'm sorry, but you need to go back to the hotel to get some rest."

"But-" You look at JJ before sighing. "Fine. Not happy 'bout it though,"

JJ rolls her eyes with a fond smile, "Come on, I'll drive you,"

She let Hotch know she was going to drive you back (ignoring Morgan's look of absolute shock), voicing her concerns about leaving you on your own at the hotel. Hotch's gaze shifted to you in the briefing room hunched over slightly as you tried to ignore the throbbing in your head.

"Do you think you could work from the hotel room?" JJ nodded, "Alright, stay with him for a little while, I'll send Prentiss or Morgan to the hotel in a bit."

"Alright, I'll take him back before he collapses or something," JJ half-joked as she quickly gathered her things. Turning to the door, she watched as you staggered in, trying your best to look as unphased as possible. "Ready to go?"

"Mhm," You hummed, clutching your hat tightly in your hands, "All good,"

You let your head fall against the window of the car, music playing gently, listening to JJ quietly singing along. Soon enough, you had reached the hotel and you were (despite feeling like shit) insisting on taking JJ's bag and coat. Eventually, she gave in and the pair of you headed to one of the hotel rooms.

When you got there, you put all your shame to one side and rummaged in your bag for your pajama's, grabbing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt you quickly make your way to the bathroom and get changed. You throw the clothes into your bag to sort out later. Taking some cold and flu medication you then fling yourself onto the bed (which if the pounding in your head said anything, it was a bad idea).

"How are you feeling?"

"Been better," You mumbled, you watch as she walks over to you. She places the back of her hand against your forehead slightly.

"You're running a high temperature," She mumbles.

You looked at her, giving her a dopey smile, having to refrain yourself from making a joke. Unfortunately, this means that something else (and much more private) sneaks out.

"I really like you," You said, reaching up to pat her cheek. "You're really pretty. N it really hurt my feelin's when you went on that date 'cause I think I love you n when I say think I mean I know."

JJ gives you a small smile as she brushes your hair off her forehead, "I feel the same,"

You both stare at each other for a moment, both living in denial before one of you said the inevitable. Taking a deep breath, you decide you would rather be the bad guy in this story than for JJ to feel guilty. It seems that whilst you were ill, you were still able to think somewhat coherently.

"We can't do anythin' about it." You said, furrowing your eyebrows heavily, "We work together,"

"I know," She answered, giving a small smile. "It's okay."

You both sat in silence, drinking in the other's presence. Seeing JJ frown, you interlock your hands, "You a'right?"

"I'm just tired," She said, giving you a small smile, "You must be too with that fever you're running,"

You hummed slightly as you relaxed, letting your head gently fall against the pillow. "Very," JJ smiled at the thick twang of your accent peaking through in your tiredness.

"Get some sleep, I'll wake you for your next round of meds," She joked lightly, you gave a small smile as your eyes fluttered shut.

JJ kept her smile until she was sure your eyes were fully closed and then she let her smile drop. Perhaps there would be some day in the near future when neither of you would care about whether or not your jobs allowed you to date.

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cnnmairoll · 10 months

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Comfort in Sickness

Pairing : Kita Shinsuke x Reader a/n : Took me awhile to find an idea for a fic, had to surf through my old acc's draft to find an unfinished fic. Anyways, hope you enjoy!!

Your throat feels dry

No matter how much you drank, it doesn't wash away the uneasy feeling in your throat. And your head, God, it feels horrible. You feel like your head is going to explode at any moment. Not to mention your runny nose. How did you end up like this?

You sigh and sniffle, clutching a tissue in your hand as you lay on the couch. You're bundled up in blankets, trying to find some comfort amidst the discomfort of your sickness. As you close your eyes, you can't help but feel a bit down. You were supposed to go out with Kita today, but your condition had other plans.

Just as you start to drift off into a light sleep, you hear the sound of the front door opening. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize the footsteps approaching you. It's Kita. Despite feeling under the weather, a smile forms on your face at the thought of seeing him.

"Hey," Kita's gentle voice reaches your ears as he enters the living room. "I brought you some soup and medicine."

You open your eyes to see Kita holding a tray with a steaming bowl of soup and a cup of tea. The aroma fills the room, making your stomach growl in response. Kita sits down beside you, his concerned gaze fixed on your face.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, placing the tray on the coffee table.

You give him a weak smile. "Not great, but I'm glad you're here."

Kita brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead, his touch soothing. "I'm sorry our plans got ruined. But don't worry, I'm here to take care of you now."

He helps you sit up, arranging the pillows behind you for support. As you lean against them, Kita wraps a blanket around your shoulders, ensuring you're warm and cozy. Then, he brings the bowl of soup closer to you.

"Here, have some. It's hot and will help clear your throat," he says, handing you a spoon.

You take a small spoonful of soup, savoring the warmth as it slides down your throat. Kita watches you attentively, his eyes filled with concern. After you finish the soup, he hands you a cup of tea.

"Drink this. It will soothe your throat and help with your congestion," he advises.

You obediently sip the tea, feeling its comforting effects as it works its way through your body. Kita stays by your side, occasionally checking your temperature and offering words of reassurance. He's a constant presence, and his care and attention make you feel loved and cherished.

As the day goes by, Kita continues to take care of you. He brings you fresh tissues, offers you medicine, and even reads to you when you feel too tired to keep your eyes open. His soft voice fills the room, lulling you into a sense of calm despite your illness.

"You're amazing, Shin," you whisper, your voice slightly hoarse.

He smiles warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No, I'm just doing what any good boyfriend would do."

You shake your head, reaching out to grasp his hand. "Not everyone would go to this extent. Thank you for being so caring and patient with me."

Kita squeezes your hand gently. "I care about you deeply. Your well-being is important to me, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

His words wash over you like a soothing balm, easing your worries and reminding you of the strength of your bond. With Kita by your side, even in sickness, you feel a warmth spreading through your body that has nothing to do with the fever. You realize how lucky you are to have him in your life.

As the night grows darker, Kita helps you settle down for sleep. He tucks you in, ensuring you're comfortable and warm. Before leaving the room, he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Rest well, my love," he whispers, his voice filled with tenderness.

You drift off to sleep, feeling grateful for Kita's love and care. Despite being sick, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment knowing that you have someone like him by your side. And as you dream, you look forward to the day when you'll be back on your feet, ready to create new memories together.

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topazy · 2 years

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Inside, outside

Paring: 10k x reader, Addy Carver x sister reader

Warnings: Mentions of gore and blood

Chapter: 3.03

You push down the bile that’s burning the back of your throat. Since the apocalypse started, you’ve seen horrific things, but this might have been the worst.

Four men had their stomachs slit open before being hanged from a bridge with ropes around their necks. Their intestines hung from their bodies and swung back and forth in the air.

“Who would do something like this?” You ask, while trying not to gag.

“It looks like something I would do,” Hector admitted.

You look at him. “What do you think? Turf war gone too far?”

“Someone’s trying to send a message. Someone who doesn’t want to be misunderstood.”

Suddenly, the ropes holding the dead snap, and once the four bodies hit the ground, they try to attack. You stab one of them in the head with an arrow before shooting another one that had Sun Mei pinned to the ground. Your sister and Doc showed mercy to the other two.

“I could have told you this was a sketchy neighborhood.” Doc wrapped his arm around your shoulder as your group started to walk underneath the bridge. “All the graffiti on the walls is a dead give away.”

A gunshot being fired in your direction makes everyone look up to the top of the bridge. Three alive men point guns at you. Your order to put your hands up. Warren holds her hands up in surrender, “easy now.”

“Admiring your work?” A man asks. “Come back to finish us off? You and everyone with red hand are gonna die!”

“Hey, we had nothing to do with these killings!” You gulp down when the men don’t look convinced. “We were just walking by when the dead got dropped on us! We don’t know anything about red hands.”

The men make all of you show them the back of your hands to prove you aren’t part of some gang. The youngest, who looks to be around your age, shakes his head, “Their hands are clean.”

“What are you doing here then? What do you want?”

“Look, we were just passing through,” Warren says.

You step forward, “What happened to your friends?”

“The red hand. Two days ago, everyone was alive. Now look at this,” the man sighs. “We’re gonna bury our friends, and then we’re going hunting. We’re gonna kill every last one of the red hands. And their scumbag leader, Escorpion!”

You all turn to look at Hector. Apparently, when his alter ego died, it became someone else’s reality.

—

The men explained to you that the Red Hand was more like a cult full of ‘crazy sons of bitches’. That they came into town and tortured people before killing them.

You return your gaze to your sister, who is sitting on the side of the road. She looked seriously ill but refused to talk about it.

“How do you know it’s Escorpion that’s leading them?”

“By his tattoo, he’s got some kid on his arm.” The man explained that before spitting onto the ground. “We’re going to get justice.”

“That sounds like-” you get cut off when one of the men talking to you head explodes.

“Red hand!”

Bricks and fire bombs started to get thrown in your direction, forcing you to run.

—

You, Doc, and Sun Mei practically drag Addy inside the warehouse. “What’s wrong with her?” Sun Mei asks, while checking for bullet wounds. “Has she been hit or bitten?”

“I think it’s her tooth. Look how swollen her face is.”

When you pointed to the inflamed side of Addy’s face, she moved your hand away. “I’ll be fine.”

“That tooth is most definitely infected, and spreading. She will need it pulled out immediately,” Sun says, much to your sister's dismay.

“No freaking way.”

You give Doc a pleading look, and he tries to convince her. “Addy, sweetheart, we’re gonna need to pull that tooth so you don’t die.”

Addy, point blank, refused to let anyone pull her tooth out.

—

You watch as Doc dabs a wet cloth onto some crushed up oxy to try and take away some of Addy’s pain.

“You guys hear that?” Sun Mei asks.

“No, I didn’t hear anything.”

“Sounds like it’s coming from outside.”

You climb up onto a desk to look out the window. You slowly put your head up to look, “oh shit!” You yell jumping down. “We gotta go, now!”

Before you could explain why a fire bomb crashed through the window as someone began banging on drums. As you pick up Addy's weapon, Doc helps her to her feet. You start to run to the opposite end of the warehouse towards some offices.

Once you’d barricaded the door, you noticed how badly Addy was breathing. She had turned paler than usual and her sweat was dripping down her body. Sun Mei inspected her the best she could without any equipment, “fever. Erratic heart rate. She might be going into septic shock.”

“We’ll do something!”

The passing moments became vital as you and Doc struggled to pin Addy down so Sun Mei could pull her tooth out. Addy had already head butted the doctor for trying to help. You’d never seen her in such pain before. She continued to lash out and try to crawl away. “Get away from me!”

“Addy stop. We need to help you.”

“No. You need to learn when to give up on things. No, no, no!”

“Addison Grace Carver!” You scream, getting her full attention. “I have just lost my boyfriend, and I’m not about to lose my sister because you are too bloody stubborn to let us help. Now stay still so we can save your life.”

Sun Mei took advantage of her distraction by leaping onto her, straddling her chest and restraining Addy's arms at the same time, before inserting the pliers into her mouth.

—

Addy took a sip of water into her mouth before spitting it out. Her face was still swollen, but she was already starting to look a little better. “I’m sorry for yelling at you…” she paused to look at Sun Mei, who now had a cut on her nose. “I’m sorry - for you know. Thank you, but don’t ever touch me again.”

You roll your eyes. Only Addy could apologise and thank someone while sounding so aggressive.

“Where did Warren and Hector go?”

“I’m not sure. We will find them once the coast is clear again.”

“The drumming has stopped,” Doc says, looking out the window. “I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but I can’t see anything moving.”

“Do you think they knew we were in here, or did they just randomly attack to see if anyone would fight back?”

“I dunno, kid, but we’re about to find out.”

—

The smell of burning and decay filled your nostrils as you stepped back out into the streets, which were painted red with blood and spray paint.

Hearing voices, you raise your gun, but quickly lower it when you see it’s Warren and Hector.

“Looks like we missed a hell of a party,” Doc jokes.

“The red hand moved, but I don't believe it,” Warren says.

You notice the word fear spray painted across the wall, along with several handprints. What did any of this mean? You didn’t want to think about it too much; your mind was already on overload most of the time.

No doubt you’d run into the red hand again, but you’d deal with that problem when it happened.

“You coming, Astra?” You looked away from the spray paint and noticed everyone else had started walking ahead, aside from Doc. “You okay, kid?”

“Doc, I need to tell you something.”

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melis-writes · 2 years

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bobby deerfieldddddd. maybe something post-movie? since he cheated on his wife im sure he would be divorced and maybe he decided to go on vacation after the racing season ended, with all the failures and ups and downs he had on that era he needs a vacation. and also some pussy. do your magic 🙏.

Omg I had no idea Bobby was actually married to Lydia, I thought he was just seeing her romantically?! 😳😳 Well either way that makes this prompt soooo much more juicy and dramatic, canon or not! I’m actually basing this/hinting it to my Bobby Deerfield x Reader multi-chapter fic I wanna write in the future...😏

Go, go, GO! The sound of race cars whizzing, the scent of gasoline and the smooth feel of the paved road as Bobby slammed his foot down onto the gas pedal were second nature to him; the three pinnacle moments of his daily routine.

This didn’t change before Lillian and it didn’t change after her death and everything Bobby had been with her either.

Nothing would ever shake this from Bobby; it’s all he knows and wants to know, especially now.

The only difference was that before Lillian, Bobby thought of nothing but reaching the finishing line.

He would do it again and again and although he knew he was obsessed with reaching the finishing line, he wouldn’t impress himself with his wins.

Winning and coming in first place was what Bobby knew how to do and all he wanted to do. He would race again and it wouldn’t matter what part of the world he was in.

He would win, he would scrawl sloppy signatures on the hundreds of glossy printed photographs of himself handed by his adoring fans and ignore the reporters asking any questions about the race.

Bobby Deerfield was untouchable, and he certainly isn’t going to shake that feeling off now—not after Lillian.

Death never meant anything to Bobby even when he saw his own friends and colleagues crash and burn on the racetrack, even if it meant one day he could be next.

Bobby let out a deep breath, pushing back all thoughts of what happened last racing season; the death of one of his friends on the track, finding out his race car was rigged and bound to explode on the tracks of his last race, returning to New Jersey as more of a scandal than a champion, the death of Lillian in his own arms, and Lydia’s swift file for divorce without so much as giving him a second tear-filled glance.

Bobby handled all of it well only on the premise that he told himself this was all just a means to an end.

Bobby knew the race track and all the vehicles including their mechanics are being thoroughly inspected while he’s on holiday in California to this day.

The track in Paris is closed until the investigation with the police comes to a close with a detailed report and explanation.

Nobody is considered to have won or lost last race, bringing the season to an early and oddly tragic close.

Lillian died from her terminal cancer in Bobby’s arms, but Bobby didn’t find himself shedding a tear for her.

He lowered his head and felt her warmth fading out of her body as the nurses next to her assisted in a slow and painless death, and although Bobby expected himself to weep, he did not.

Bobby felt an array of emotions instead. He felt helpless in the sense he wished Lillian was more upfront and honest about her illness. He wouldn’t have wanted to take her away from the one place keeping her healthy and alive if he knew she was struggling.

Bobby also didn’t know Lillian as well as she pretended Bobby knew her. Lillian’s endless array of random questions never meant Bobby got to know her like normal people get to know one another.

Bobby spent time with Lillian, he slept with her on a few occasions, took her out to dinner, shared his bed with her and travelled around France and Italy with her, but he never loved her.

The love wasn’t there. He found her irresistible, but there simply wasn’t enough time to love her and now there never would be.

Bobby could say something similar for Lydia. He knew he couldn’t have love for Lydia even if he tried. He was always nonchalant with her because the spark wasn’t there—the feelings weren’t mutual.

Again Bobby had tricked himself with being physically attracted to women but having nothing connecting his chemistry with them in any other shape.

Like Lillian, Lydia was just a bedmate—a supporter at his races. The only difference between her and Lillian was that Lydia didn’t ask ridiculous questions just like how she didn’t ask what Bobby had been doing and with who during his last absence; she just knew, she just filed for divorce.

It seemed that everyone and everything was done with the famous Formula 1 race car driver Bobby Deerfield at the end of the late spring season.

The championships never concluded due to the investigation, no winner was crowned, Lillian had died and he had been a divorced man before he even returned to the United States.

Bobby left for Europe knowing he would win—not just hoping, and married to Lydia. He had an array of supporters and dozens of races to look forward to.

Now the only thing he wants to think of and see every morning is the California sun peeking through his curtains and illuminating his presidential suite hotel room.

If anything, Bobby’s vacation in California now reminds him that he’ll have to take one on his own, not just with his team but then that meant it would also have to be without you.

You’d be the first to see Bobby enter the tracks, leave the tracks, await and join him for the dining service, prepare Bobby’s training, plan his workout times and assist him with whatever he needs on that track.

Though you’re no second Lydia to Bobby or anyone close. Your family owns the very racing track Bobby’s started his own career on, and the one he races to win gold in New Jersey is directly under your ownership.

You’re not here like Lydia was to kiss Bobby on the cheek and tell him no matter what, he’ll win and that he’s perfect.

You’re there to make sure he does win, that Deerfield gets on the tracks and that he doesn’t disappoint his team and lives up to the reputation he hand-built himself.

Bobby knows you better than he knew Lydia or Lillian. He saw you almost every single day when he raced in the United States and he knew what to expect from you and vice versa.

The two of you have always had a complex relationship; while you’re no exception to Deerfield’s charm, especially through conversation and his smouldering physical appearance, you certainly don’t cave in or show interest at all—at least in public or to anyone else’s knowledge.

And while Bobby knows you’re there to secure his racing, finals, championships and ensure everything runs smoothly on the tracks instead of solely focusing on him as if he’s the only racer, his hidden desire towards you in public knows no ends.

There’s definitely always been an intensity between the two of you, but it isn’t until now that Bobby’s returned to the United States after everything he’s been through that he refuses to continue on with you like he’s always done so.

Tonight of all nights, Bobby wants to feel like he’s actually on vacation. Fine wine, dining, relaxation in his presidential suite and another desire he actually feels the passion for.

‘7:31 PM, exactly.’ You’d be lying to yourself if you said you could hide the flaring blush over your cheeks as you constantly check your watch for the time.

Although you remain at your dinner table with some other members of your team from the tracks, the dinner remains casual with soft conversation changing here and there; nothing formal or rigidly in place which is all the better for you when the time comes and calls.

‘It’s 7:29 now.’ You note to yourself, finishing the last of your water from your glass.

Your team still remains in a long discussion over a previous racing season with no eyes or ears focused on you or your presence. It’s the perfect way to end off a relaxing day and invite the evening where you know Bobby Deerfield is expecting you at any moment.

You watch the tiny arms of the clock on your wristwatch tick by bit by bit until it’s officially 7:30 PM, feeling nothing but a rush of butterflies racing in the pit of your stomach.

While the sensation only doubles when you’re in Bobby’s presence, the shy nervousness mixing with excitement you feel now is something else altogether.

Hoping nobody notices how flustered you are by how rosy your cheeks have gotten from blushing, you quietly get up from your seat and feel secretly relieved nobody else has noticed or turns their head at you.

Leaving just as quickly and silently as you entered the dining hall, only this time alone and without Bobby who gave you an expecting glance before he departed dinner early, you make your way over to the elevator.

Pressing on the button to reach the eighth floor holding the only two presidential suites in the building, you patiently wait inside the elevator as it rides up.

Your eyes dart down to your kitten heels matching your mini skirt and lace detailed blouse; your most casual attire outside of the track training days and racing season but something Bobby’s come to enjoy taking a look at.

Then again couldn’t you say the same for that tight fit in his racing uniform not to mention the way his Adidas tracksuit wraps around his arm and chest muscles so perfectly?

You know now for the second time since Bobby’s vacation begun that you don’t need to fantasize for long, and while it makes you much more shy to realize Bobby can read your body language towards him like a book, it also shows a mutual desire.

What Bobby wants and needs now more than ever is desire and distraction, no strings attached, no lingering questions or neediness tied to his bed, but Bobby can substitute that last part for you.

As the elevator doors slide open and you step out into the hallway, the butterflies in your gut only intensify with a familiar mix of arousal.

Bobby’s not one to tell you from word alone how he wants and needs you as the one and only distraction from the chaos and stress of his life he’s experienced all last season but it’s the way he worships your body in his bed that tells you enough.

From the moment you place your hand over the doorknob to Bobby’s suite that you know is already unlocked for you, deep set arousal sparks throughout the rest of your body.

Quietly opening the door and walking in, you’re not greeted to a well-lit luxury suite with Bobby enjoying a glass of liquor by his private bar as you were the other day.

Instead as you take a few steps inside, you notice Bobby’s suite is only dimly lit near his bedroom; beckoning for you to approach.

Bobby heard you the moment he picked up the sound of the doorknob turning, no matter how quiet you thought you were just not.

The insisting arousal inside of you pulls and tugs desperately with each step you take toward Bobby’s bedroom, and just as you had the first time with anticipation, you find yourself already unbuttoning down your blouse.

A soft grunt escapes Bobby’s lips as he leans his back against the propped up pillows against the headboard of his bed.

The black silk bedsheets underneath Bobby remain wrinkled with his duvet sprawled around him due to his posture.

Bobby’s one hand is wrapped firmly around his cock as he slowly strokes himself and his gaze affixes now to yours from across the room.

Every strain of arousal you’d been feeling since you counted down the mere minutes to meet Bobby up in his suite crashes into you all at once; a tingling sensation in your knees that makes you feel weak and your clit throbbing to touch this man.

Bobby’s expectant gaze watches as you shrug off your blouse, letting it fall to the floor.

Just as he had thought when you joined Bobby and the rest of your team for dinner, you were never wearing a bra underneath it to begin with.

“Come here,” Bobby breathes, beckoning to you with his free hand as he continues pumping his cock.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ Pulled to him like a magnet, you waste no time in quickly sliding your skirt down your knees and stepping out of your heels—wanting nothing more than to be in Bobby’s embrace.

“Did anyone notice?” Bobby’s voice is husky and low as he rakes his free hand through his tousled, sexy hair.

“Not at all,” you breathe back, beginning to crawl onto his bed.

“Perfect, baby.” Bobby’s eyes dart up from your breasts to your lips as he pulls you by both of your hips onto his lap. “See what you’ve made me do?” He gestures to the droplets of precum lubricating his shaft. “Just from waiting to see you again.”

“You tease me all the time,” you blush, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Do I even have to ask?”

“You know I want you and need you,” Bobby breathes without a sense of teasing in his disposition as Bobby runs his thumbs over your hardened nipples.

“Mm,” a soft whimper escapes your lips as you grind your hips down over Bobby’s—letting his cock hover just beneath your entrance.

‘God, he can do anything he wants to me.’ Sparks of arousal pulsate in your body every time and everywhere Bobby touches me.

“How do you want me, baby?” You steal a kiss from his lips.

“I’m going to savour you first,” Bobby grips your chin with his finger, kissing you back. “Every inch of you...”

The nonchalant race car driver in control of everything and getting anything he wants on the tracks applies to Bobby’s personal life just as it does his professional life and now more than ever you’ve never wanted Bobby to dominate you so badly.

“Fuck,” you moan quietly as you feel Bobby’s warm lips beginning to leave wet kisses down your neck.

In reaction, your hands roam through his silky hair as Bobby continues to pull you into his embrace, closing off any space between both of your naked bodies.

“It’s been too long since I’ve had you like this,” Bobby inhales sharply, now letting his hands wander up to your breasts before squeezing them.

“This was—“ You moan again, “your idea of the perfect vacation.” It’s more of a statement than a question coming from you as you feel the tip of Bobby’s cock brushing up against your clit.

“You need me to justify it to you?” Bobby grips your throat firmly, raising your hips up for his cock to meet your entrance.

“Maybe,” you giggle breathily, eager to feel every inch of his thick cock going inside of you.

“I’ll give you one.” Bobby parts open your lips with his thumb, letting it graze over your bottom lip as he slowly thrusts inside of you—making you feel him inch by inch while holding eye contact.

“B-Bobby,” you groan out against his finger, spreading your legs over his lap as much as you can.

“Fuck, fuck,” Bobby hisses, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily as he feels your wet tightness clenching against his cock. “Oh—there we go baby, fuck, yessss...”

“Oh my G-God,” you bite down on your lip harshly, clenching onto Bobby’s back for balance as he begins to bounce you up and down on his cock slowly to stretch you out.

Bobby’s skin is hot to the touch as you eagerly let your hands wander over his biceps while your hips maintain balance over his cock.

Bobby exhales deeply, letting your hips roll back and forth over his cock where his gaze diverts to from your eyes.

Your whimpering moans are all but enough to confirm to him your pleasure as Bobby watches his cock now beginning to easily slide in and out of your pussy. “That’s right, baby…”

Digging your fingernails into Bobby’s shoulders as you whine out, you begin to bounce your hips up and down over his cock, taking as much of his thick cock inside of you as you can in a perfect rhythm.

Bobby doesn’t relent as he leans back down, propping himself up on his elbows.

His upward thrusts meeting with your speedy pacing match your rhythm and increasingly begin to grow deeper and rougher with each movement.

“Ah!” A filthy moan escapes your lips as your breasts jiggle from how quickly and sloppily Bobby begins to fuck you; nothing but insistent to fill and stretch your pussy.

Eyes half open with a lazy gaze over yours, Bobby lets out a low groan as his tousled hair begins to stick to the beads of sweat forming over his forehead.

You quickly rake a hand back through your hair to push it out of your face, feeling the room getting hotter as the sound of skin slapping against skin surrounds both of you.

Before you’re even fully aware of it, you give a half gasp, half moan to feel Bobby pulling you down on top of him; spreading his legs apart further to fuck you at a deeper angle.

The heightened sensations of pleasure continue to rock over your body as Bobby rams his cock inside of you over and over again—crushing his lips against yours in a full mouthed, wet kiss.

Bobby moans into your mouth as you cup both of his cheeks; your pussy contracting around his cock from how quickly your orgasm begins to build inside of you.

With each time Bobby gives your breasts a harsh squeeze and smacks your ass as he continues fucking you while you straddle him, your arousal is fueled even further.

‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!’ Every inch of your body begs to be touched and fucked by this man as his tongue wraps around yours.

Already filled to the brim with Bobby’s rock-hard length, your pussy sloshes and oozes out in wetness around his shaft—giving out a squelching, wet noise.

“O-oh, shit!” You cry out, feeling Bobby’s cock slip out of your pussy momentarily.

“Fuck—c’mere,” Bobby grunts, quick to position his cock up to your hole again and slam up inside of you.

You shriek out in response, obsessed with the way he fills you so easily now switching his pace from needy, deep thrusting to pounding inside of your pussy like a wild animal again and again.

Bobby grips a fistful of your hair with his free hand as the other holds your hips against his, forcing you to make eye contact with him as he fucks you.

Your lips still glistening from sharing a tongue kiss with Bobby remain half parted with only moans coming through, beckoning the release of your orgasm through every moment. “Nn—harder! Ohhhh, please!”

Moving his hand back from your hair, Bobby roughly grips your face and eases his index finger into your mouth.

Greedily sucking over it and muffling out your moans, you buck your hips back down against Bobby’s to feel the tip of his cock beginning to hit against every weak spot inside of you.

The headboard of Bobby’s bed begins to shake from how rough and quick the two of you fuck—sweaty, hot bodies over top of one another.

“You feel so fucking good,” Bobby moans out, giving your face a shake.

Your thighs begin to quiver against Bobby’s at how mercilessly he edges your orgasm, thinking you’re unable to take any more.

The scent of sex fills the room as Bobby continues to pump his cock in and out of your pussy, bringing you to loud, uncontrollable moans the minute he pulls his finger out of your mouth.

Unable to form a coherent sentence out with Bobby’s lubricated finger now toying rapidly back and forth over your clit, you finally let your climax unwind out of you in nothing but sheer ecstasy.

Your orgasm racks over your body from all sides, unravelling in your gut as you feel yourself cumming against Bobby’s cock.

Before you can even finish, Bobby’s quick to immediately pull out of you and slick his cock inbetween your ass—shooting out his hot, sticky cum all over it instead of inside you.

“Fuck, fuck,” Bobby pants out, tightly holding your body against his.

Your voice trembles as you clutch your hands against Bobby’s chest, feeling a bit of his chest hair but ultimately unable to maintain enough balance to even move off of him.

Snatching you back down by your hips, Bobby kisses you hotly over the mouth—trailing a finger over a streak of cum over your ass.

Just as you pull away from the kiss, you let out a breathy giggle and grip onto Bobby’s wrist, popping his finger back into your mouth to taste his cum.

“Dirty girl,” Bobby licks over his lips, watching you place the palm of his hand against your breasts. “Something tells me you’re more then eager to come in here when I call for you.”

“Time for you to admit this is what you needed after last season, Mr. Deerfield,” a smirk grows over your lips as you watch Bobby squeeze your breasts gently—still feeling his cum trickling down your ass.

“I’ll make it clear to you—” Bobby suddenly pulls you by your wrist, bringing your chest back up to his. “I get what I want, on or off the tracks.”

‘Yes sir,’ is all you want to say back in response, but the challenging look in Bobby’s eyes is all the more erotic as you don’t give into his teasing advances immediately.

“Ooh, we’ll see about that then, Mr. Deerfield.” You breathe against Bobby’s lips.

#bobby deerfield au #bobby deerfield #bobby deerfield x reader #bobby deerfield x oc #bobby deerfield smut #bobby deerfield fanfic #bobby deerfield 1977 #bobby deerfield smut prompts

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jinkicake · 2 years

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Woke up in a cold sweat and made a wild ass realization 🫠 albedo is like kenma’s cousin,,,,, like hhh they’re both short, smart and observant and very blunt, blonde, pretty boys, eyes that pierce your soul- like I HATE it here😭😭 bc i was thinking about the calling him daddy thing you wrote😔 and then albedo took up residence in my brain; saw someone say he would wear a maid outfit to tease you but then tail you in said outfit, and I’m so down😩💕 like when people see y’all roaming the streets of mondstat they’re like “oh they definitely top him, he’s so quiet and socially awkward” but rip lmao he has you wrapped around his pretty fingers😔😔 like it’s feeling like top leaning switch bc he prefers to preform experiments not be the test subject; HOWEVER if you can make him flustered he’s at your mercy. He’s so pretty it’s crazy like catch him early in the morning before he braids his hair and he looks like an angel, gunna bite the star on his neck as a treat. IK his thighs are nice like I just know it, perfect to suffocate me with 🥰 like he feels like he would just say out of pocket shit w a straight face and be like “you couldn’t tell it was a joke?” LMFAOOOO SIR bc you walk into the lab without a coat and he’s like “if you spill anything I’ll have to strip you down to decontaminate you” and when your like 😀😀he’s like haha just kidding!! Unless👀 like we already know his fingers are nice like I give it about 5 mins before your legs are quivering and he’s joke hmm let me write this down for future reference 😭 he’s a menace bc he would fuck you stupid in the back of the library and have you fully dressed when Lisa comes back and he’s like “ do you need anything? We were looking for a book” king of not getting caught actually. His fav place is his lab table or jeans desk. he’s a man on a mission, he’s gunna fill you up one way or another

the albedo kenma connection.... im connecting the dots....

kenma has the same va as akechi and albeo has the same va as saikis brother. same universe. there connection made. the pipeline is now complete!

youre trying to get railed by albedo in a maid fit?! you know what... i cant even say anything bc if it were kaeya or dare i say diluc i would 100% understand (oh here i go again making everything about kaeya im sorryyyy, i cant help it hes my baby) i understand completely

NO EXACTLY. EXACTLY PEOPLE WOULD THINK HES SUBBY AND QUIET BUT I KNOW ALBEDO CAN BE DOMINANT AND BOLD LIKE hes fucking crazy when he wants to be and when his s/o WANTS him to be..... (im sorry but the sneak diss of him being socially awkward made me spiiiiiit LOL thats too funny)

wahhh the mention of hair down albedo makes me breathless like bro is ethereal.... also dont mention thighs around me unless you want me to act like a fool! i feel like biting that mark (#albedoispartjoestarconfirmed) would make him lose his fucking mind like that would push him over the edge and send him straight into a messy ass session of using you for his own pleasure like he needs to satisfy his primal needs.... hmmm i kinda.... kinda dont hate that idea!

I love experiment smuts w albedo.... i need it like oxygen and water.....I FEEL LIKE HE IS THE TYPE TO RESEARCH AND TEST ON YOU!!!! he'd try different methods of pleasing you, essentially just edging you while trying out different moves w his fingers or his tongue or his.... teeehee you know.... and then writing down each of the methods and rating them and then figuring out which one you like the best while you quiver and shake on his cold ass table, bare naked like a specimen!!! youre falling apart at the seams because he refuse to let you finish, not until he gets his research all situated!!! ok thats enough for me i cant get in too deep or else ill explode!

honestly, bonus points if lisa hears you two in the library but pretended not to...... actually she can join in!!! i would let her join in!!! but also.... if anyone could get away with doing it in public it would be albedo

EEEEEEEK HE LIKES IT ON JEANS DESK.... him and diluc twinsssss!!!!

are you pulling for him on this banner?? have you gotten him already?

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu

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elfdragon12 · 9 months

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Crime Thriller AU: None of the suspects show any remorse that Proteus was even dead… if anything, majority scoffed and actually wished they were the ones who did it.

Proteus abused his power and had effected each one of them… if not, more.

Brainstorm weeks prior actually stormed to the senate, threatening and yelling that he would kill the senator. Reason, yet unknown. Nautica was right behind him, quiet but shaking with angry tears in her optic.

Senator Proteus once fell gravely ill under First Aid and Ratchet but pulled through, it was said both doctors were rather displeased at his recovery.

Ultra Magnus was the last one seen with the senator, who seemed healthy and very much alive… the senator was then dead three hours later. The conversation they were having seemed like a heated argument that nearly exploded.

Wheeljack and Perceptor were known to be making an experiment and it was classified… all records mysteriously deleted on the day the senator died.

While Drift was seen walking out of the senator’s office the day before his death, looking angry and in a foul mood.

However… they all seemed to have steady alibis. Or so it seemed.

Oooooo, these are juicy developments!!

Just as long as we don't pull a Murder of Roger Ackroyd. I wanted to throw that book against the wall when I finished.

#ask #anonymous #transformers #Crime Thriller AU

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pinkseas · 1 year

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[parasocial bestie] to both responses on ur wip fics; i'm not a writer myself, like in a fic way altho i pour my brainrots out in a narrative way its a Mess, but i get what you mean!! it does feel like the more you stretch a story out there's bound to be a lot of loose ends and gaps you need to fill since you basically expanded it. in a way its how it is with drawing when you do big Big projects, having too much blank spaces over your main subjects without a decent background of the piece can get Annoying.

"i have my overall goal and less of an idea of how to reach it" OKAY BUT PERSONALLY? not even gonna relate genshin than my own original stories i always have this problem and still do, like. having a Beginning and End but literally almost no middle bc theres SO MUCH TO FILL and you have to think how it progresses chronologically And logically how it reaches the ending you imagined. it felt easy, it felt nice and 'complete', until you think of the middle and thats how i have stories that never finishes itself and stick to just throwing ideas around but unsure to put it as its canon or not o)-( so yeah!! the closest i can understand of a Process especially to long narratives.

ANYWAY THE,.... THE LUMINE ZHONGI @XIAO LYRICS,.... when hte,... when the UHUHUHUHUHUHSUHGUFHGUHUGSUDHFSKFHSKDJH

oh. yeah. i realized i did sorta sent a Bunch of brainrot BUT LIKE PREE MUCH EVERYTHGIN I HAD RELATED TO UM,.. AKFJHD THE XIAO DYING ONE OOPS cus,..... becus ughuhfjfdhgk its like a Big fav for me and am curious (and now i am a lil embarrassed JKAFHSDKFJH) and anyways i have a lot of Impulsive Brainrot Showers,....... scattered in that big one i told u cus of the Potential,....

also ill have u know during the recovery after xiao woke he can be a little cold bc the incident rlly shot down his physical constitution to nature so lumine covers him in a lil blanket over his shoulders that he can walk around with and that imagery is probably an Icon that represents the whole brainrot in general. blanket taco burrito xiao i think. anyway lumine got bored and did crochet, taught xiao how since its easier than knitting that thoma taught her, and the guy spent hours continuously crochetting a sheet like probably miles long till late at night bc lumine forgot teach him how to End the stitching. sweet lovely dumbass <3333

yes yes the expansion and more gaps to fill !!! that def makes sense with art too we are shaking hands rn... and idk when you have the filler/details planned beforehand it can be SO fun but when youre struggling to fill in the gaps. well. Fawk

admittedly cannot relate too too much with having a beginning and end, 80% of the time when i write i start from the middle there's just So Much Middle and then i dont know what goes where or how to connect it or what to make the beginning or end and and. explodes. actually tbf i have a solid beginning idea for both current wips and a half-decent ending for one of them but god help me figure out how the FUCK im gonna end the xiaolumi one i havent even thought about it yet it could honestly go on forever <- my worst nightmare.... stories that are never finished my BELOATHED i definitely get that god we are shaking hands once more

THAT'S ONE OF MY RLY OLD FAVORITE SONGS ITS SOOOOOOOOOOOO. xiao when he sees himself as an object or a tool or a weapon or something horrible but never really a Person and the song captures that so well when you think of him and the uckfingfg.f the fuckifngfg.

explodes and dies

THE XIAO DYING ONE GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD hold on finishing responding to this first

cold man with a blanket over his shoulders what if i Cried. that is so perfect in every way shape and form dear LORD. and lumi teaching him crochet and forgetting to teach him how to end the stitching is both so cute and so fucking funny dear lord this poor man sitting there for hours going on and on and on........

XIAO ALMOST DYING. GOD.

i have too many thoughts on death and near death and grief. something about xiao not allowing himself to grieve or process that he'd really been dead for a moment there because he survived, it's in the past, what is there to worry about? what is there to think of? it doesnt matter anymore. lumine struggling to come to terms with how close it was, constantly pushing back the what-ifs, if she'd been sooner if she'd been later if she hadn't been able to help him the way she did if zhongli hadn't come if if if if. zhongli, so accustomed to deaths of those so dear to him and moving forward from it, still shaken to the core because no matter how many times it happens you never really get used to it. it doesnt ever get easier. similar to xiao, telling himself over and over that it doesnt matter, all that matters is that xiao is okay, there's no need to grieve or be upset when he's alright. it's pointless.

lumine (and paimon) (and probably also venti lbr) bonking them both on the head because its important to process your emotions, because the fact that xiao isnt dead doesn't just magically get rid of the fear and the grief that the situation created. yes we Are talking about our feelings you stupid fucks ignoring the elephant in the room will not make the elephant in the room disappear. ignoring your feelings will not make them vanish it will only allow them to fester and grow stronger and more destructive!!!!

you'd think that people who've been alive for thousands of years wouldve learned how to express themselves by now but lumine and venti have to really push them through it.

and idk. just. the physical repercussions and what that means for him mentally. the intense feelings of self hate and uselessness amplified by being stuck in bed, amplified by being unable to move and fight and function the way he used to, having to relearn such "basic" things. he would be SO hard on himself about it. he should be better than this, he shouldve avoided it, it never shouldve happened in the first place, he should be recovering faster (nevermind that he is recovering exceptionally quickly in the first place, all things considered. just adepti things). and working through all of that, working through the frustration and the helplessness, being shown endless patience and love and care through it all, i just. mmmmmmmmmmmmmgmnfmngmfngmfdgnmg fuck.

finding himself useful and kept around and maybe even cared for as a tool vs being very suddenly forced to face the reality that even when he cannot fulfill his duty, even when he cant fight, even when he has no "use" and cant fulfill what he sees as his purpose- he's alive. he's cared for. he's loved and learning and moving forward regardless.

#im going to explode #parasocial bestie tag

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jacob-romero · 1 year

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design diary 003

awfully late i know, won't happen again.

midterm season was approaching, fast. for us design students we don't really have midterms, at least not traditionally. instead we have a big final project for each class.

so what did we decide to do? throw a party.

my first "college party" was a potluck with all my friends

a delicious potluck, jesus.

the food was so good, filipino food to indian food, there was so much good food that night.

however, after the party it was back to reality. for 3D form studio we were tasked with a group project to build a garden nome. the catch? it was made out of concrete, and was divided into three modular parts.

from carving it out from red foam to preparing the molds, it was a long, long process that took a few weeks to do. ours was a cat in a ufo who was stuck to a claw in a claw machine.

it was a particularly messy process making the molds, but it was fun since the whole class was doing it together.

when it came to the concrete pours... it took a couple tries. it took a few tries figuring out how to tap it on the sides, how to shake it, and pour it so it would come out as smooth as possible. in the end Manny helped us figure out how to smooth it out with water and sandpaper.

we had thanksgiving break, right before the school of design's final week. for me it was no break, i had two days of work back to back plus a family trip to indiana. i was so tired but i finished a portion of my gnome project half asleep on my aunts sofa in indiana.

while all of that was happening, for design drawing i was drawing this dreaded mouse... why did i choose this mouse...

we had about a month,

we were tasked to draw the mouse, not once, not twice, but fifteen different times. three perspectives, an exploded view, different iterations and then once again another three perspectives. this project lead me to do things i didn't think i would do. i spent most of the month preparing the sketches that would be used as my templates, i had a system for this class. i drew the drawings all on one page and kept them at home, then i would work on them by tracing them onto new sheets and working on them at school, incase i messed up, i had the masters at home to trace. (i learned this from loosing my second project on the train two days before it was due, i was saved by a few masters i had at home which helped me finish on time)

a week before it was due, i was on track, halfway through the coloring process, however, i realized i was doing too much. this realization came to me on thursday during break…4 days before it was due.

i was rendering the mouse with more detailed than asked. however a big part of the grade was consistency, so i had to push forward. from spending 40$ on one set of prismacolors i then again spent another 40$ on another set. (thankfully to my understanding drawing will be digital in later classes so i won't have to spend more than this) and then.... those markers began to die. so what did i do? i bought insulin syringes!

i sent this photo to my mom, she asked what was it for, and i said drugs.

in reality though, they were to try to revive the markers with a liquid i forget the name. ill link the article if anyone is interested. i found it hilarious.

specifically this,

"fifth, replace the cap on both ends of the marker and shake it like you've never shaken anything before in your life. you are the san andreas fault and that marker is california. knock san francisco right into the ocean. shake!" - katiecandraw (2009)

this did in fact barley help. the markers were kind of revived but i did not get the results katiecandraw got. i should have realized sooner that a post from 2009 was not gonna help me as much.

after this i was in panic mode. i pulled my first all-nighter ever.

it was a very chaotic night. and i wasn't alone the whole class was up till 4, 5 in the morning working on this project.

but we pulled through! i gave a decent presentation for the critique, although i did ramble about my disdain for computer mice design and my love for the apple design....

i was running on two hours of sleep.

after the class ended, we all fell asleep on the beds that the architecture students had built for a project exploring public sleeping. truly a blessing.

this day we also finished our gnomes for 3D form studio. thankfully the gnome wasn't due for a few more days and we got to work on it without worry.

i won't lie i was a bit manic that day, i think we all were. we were all running on little to no sleep. but we all pulled through. here’s the final project:

i passed the semester with all a's !!!

so we lit.

finishing writing this at ML Kitchen on taylor street with friends at 2:32pm on january 17th

#design #concrete #designer #industrial design #art #designschool #academia #college #collegestudent #university #designdrawing #rendering

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halcyon-star-belt · 1 year

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SURPRIIIIIISE!! I FINISHED!!

May I now present:

Adaman Kisses Leo Real But With Plot

The wind of the Hisuian winter blows harshly as Leo trudges through the Crimson Mirelands. With each step they take, they can hear the basket on their back rustle as the tiny creature inside shifts around.

They hadn't expected to be carrying the small Sneasel with them. However, when they found the sick little poison-fighting type laying out in the open and alone, they couldn't just leave her there. So, they scooped her up and began carting her around in a little basket much like the one Lady Sneasler used to carry them around. It was honestly a bit amusing.

The noble Pokemon and her Warden had been more than happy to give them tips on caring for the small Pokemon. Ingo had easily been able to diagnose the illness the little one was suffering from, and had pointed Leo in the direction of the ingredients necessary for a cure, which was what led them to their current predicament.

The good news was there was only one ingredient that they didn't have. The bad news is that the last ingredient is extremely rare and protected by the Diamond Clan, and the only way to acquire some without taking literal years of time is to ask the Clan leader, Adaman, for assistance. And, well...

Adaman is hot.

Like, really hot.

Leo felt themselves burning up just thinking about him. The way he smiles, his tall and buff physique, his caring yet laid back attitude, that GLARE...

Leo shakes their head, trying to rid it of those thoughts before they overwhelmed themselves. They were on a mission, and they would have to overcome the social anxiety of talking to their crush if they wanted to help the little Sneasel strapped to their back.

And besides, whether they were ready to approach him or not, they were here.

Leo sighs as they look at the entry to the Diamond Clan settlement, mentally bracing themselves.

"Here goes nothing, I guess..."

Praying they wouldn't regret it, they stepped into the settlement and headed straight towards Adaman's residence.

Reaching it, they hesitate for a moment before knocking on the door and letting themselves in.

When they enter, Adaman's back is facing them. He's hunched over a table, looking over what appears to be a map. When he hears Leo enter, he turns to face his guest, grinning once he recognizes them. Leo swears their heart stops for a second.

"Ah, hello there my friend from the sky! What brings you here?"

Leo scrambles to collect their thoughts, desperately trying to not embarrass themselves as they stutter out their reply.

"Um- W-Well. I found this, uh, sick Sneasel, and I'm trying to make a cure for her, a-and y'see-"

"Oh, you need the final ingredient from the Diamond Clan, right?"

"Y-Yeah. Exactly."

"I figured. Warden Ingo often comes here in order to treat Lady Sneasler's kits. We don't happen to have any of what you need here in the settlement, but fortunately for you, I know exactly where to find them! Come on now, let's go!"

With that, Adaman grabs Leo's hand and begins to pull them out of the house and settlement.

Leo swears their heart is going to fucking explode.

Adaman continues to lead the way, keeping hold of Leo's hand the whole time. It doesn't take them long to reach where the needed ingredient grows, which is both a blessing and a curse for Leo's sanity.

"Alright then, you stay here and prepare the other ingredients. I'll go get the last one. It'll only take a moment."

And so, Adaman quickly walks off. Leo takes a moment to still their heart before quickly setting up to make the cure and pulling the little Sneasel out of her basket.

As Leo holds her, their mind begins to wander. They imagine raising the Pokemon as their own child, and of course their dumb brain makes them imagine Adaman acting as the other parent. They blush furiously as thoughts of waking up daily with Adaman fill their black hair covered head.

Suddenly, they feel their shoulders being squeezed. They squeak in response.

"AH-"

Mortifyingly, immediately after they hear Adaman's laugh.

"Woah there, didn't mean to scare you! You just seemed lost in thought. I got what we came here for, so we're good to start making the cure."

"Ah- Yeah, l-let's get started then."

Shoving their embarrassment down, Leo begins to work with Adaman to make the little Sneasel her medicine. All semblance of awkwardness fades away as they focus on the task at hand.

When they finish, Adaman steps back as Leo gently feeds the cure to the Sneasel. He watches them with a loving smile on his face as they feed to stubborn Pokemon her medicine.

"You know... You make a really good parent."

Leo shoots up, face bright red as they whip around to face him. They can barely form words as his brown eye stare into their purple ones.

"Aaa?"

Adaman chuckles deeply.

"You're a cute little thing, aren't you?"

He then gently leans in, pulling the other close before their lips softly connect.

Leo sees stars.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (DYING A VERY LONG DEATH)

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handelplayssims · 1 year

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Right! Back to Gunther. I got skills to level on him and I’m a bit tired of lingering around this house. So! We go to where there are chess tables out and about! Library or park! Or perhaps...the Von Haunt Estate? I mean, I would, but that has a knight’s club that Wolfgang is in! I don’t think he wants to associate with his brother. So off to the library with us!

By the by, Gunther is in a club still that values writing and such. And yet, I stick him at home when he writes and at the library alone. Across from the place his club meets up with. Alas. A lot has to do with having no relationships with Maike Haas or Hugo anymore so I don’t even think about them. Also Maike is currently not in any home sooooo, that’s fun.

I set Gunther to ponder those logical moves at the chess table and then headed up the stairs to research logic. All the while, continuing to be his very glum self.

Haha! My trap is revealed! Eventually those with high logic skill would spawn in and Gunther could have someone to chess with! And befriend perhaps. I’m not initiating conversations in his gloomy mood, that’ll be up to him. Anyway, here’s Leila Illes, who gained logic purely for the sake of her career growth as an artist. And fellow Rising Star celebrity! No introductions pass and she wins the chess game. Alas! Time to mope around, nab some fries for a munch, and then head home to sleep. All the while, narrowly avoiding chatting with another vampire. SO MANY VAMPIRES AROUND HERE. I need more werewolves to balance it out.

So he arises from his sleep at 9PM. The time of ghosts. Gunther has become nocturnal over the course of this weekend. Alas. He has work in 14 hours. So I’ll send him to bed again at 10 hours til work and see how things shake out.

...and I seem to be running into an issue here. Normally, when you’re unable to cook a group meal, the game points out what ingredients you’re missing. But this time, it doesn’t seem to be popping up? -shrugs- We’ll see if this continues to be an issue. I like making leftovers to eat at other times so...this is disappointing.

And Gunther also reached level 10 Gourmet Cooking! Nicely done!

And thus do I send Gunther to slumber...which only lasted until 2AM. Dude’s well-rested I suppose. Perhaps I’ll take a nap before work happens. Or it could just be another bump in the night that disturbs him awake. Ah well. His whim is to skill up so he and Guidry can play a chess match together. And flirt a little. And smooch. Hehehehehe. But enough of these boys it’s time for-

Neighborhood Watch!

Blakely Harp in the Harp household has died. Blakely got a little too angry and exploded.

Blakely...Blakely. I recognize that- OH! She was one of the butlers! Dang. RIP to her.

Maximiliano Villanueva in the Villanueva household has started a job as a New Hire in the Salaryperson career.

Brayden McCauley in the McCauley household has died. Brayden experienced more embarrassment than any Sim can handle.

Anyway, let’s get back to the smooching boys and-

...I suppose this is to be expected. You know, it’s nice that Gunther found love again. With quite the ghostly fellow! Who will likely smooch anyone but hey, it’s not as if woohoo with a ghost is dangerous! But how does it work? Is it more of a mental thing?

Anyway, another round of chess with Gunther and Guidry. And then, after smashing some hands, a quick nap before we head to work. Our bills also came in and we’re at 5,196. Yeesh. But double checking his career and how much money Gunther makes per hour and he can still afford it. Still really need to get water managed.

Anyway, our assignments are to paint a mural for 2 hours, not what I expect from a food critic but hey, and to write a book. And thankfully, we still got Fizzy Fizz Fuzz in the works for us to finish up. A mural though… I tend to like putting those within the local worlds of the person that lives there. But where would be ideal?

While I ponder this, we sell our latest book and check the NAPs again. 10 for Performing Arts and 9 for Foodies. Hmmmmmm. How much does Gunther want this? ...he wants it. I push for three more votes in the Foodies ballot. With two hours remaining, it’ll definitely win.

Still had the ingredients thing when making a Ceaser Salad for lunch. It wouldn’t bother me if I didn’t have ingredients, but I don’t know what ingredients I’m missing that annoys me. Hmm.

Anyway, still debating between Old Platz, the old historical neighborhood, and the Lykke Centre for where to put the mural. My first instinct is around the library, nighclub and cafe of Old Platz so I headed on over to the Narwhal Arms to scope out the venues for any inviting walls.

And what I found was a good spot to seemingly put a garage door at. Just right behind where the dj would be. Nice nice. Hmm. City? Or Cultural? Let’s go with City and see what we get. ...honestly graffti would be best but the job thing says mural!

And there we go with the Foodies Unite winning the vote. Nice nice! We also completed our job of painting for two hours, but we ain’t yet done with the mural! No we must finish this work! I demand it!

Hmm. It’s nice and all but I don’t know if it fits Windenburg’s vibe. Perhaps cultural next time? I was going to order a drink in celebration but then I remembered, drinks are NO GOOD! So instead we go home to a ghost-free home and get some rest. Well, until something spooks Gunther awake. As things do. I spot a spectre out so I go ahead and cook some food for them. But before the results of attempted spectre appeal,

Nighborhood Watch!

Stanley Crouse in the Crouse household has started a job as a Sales Floor Clerk in the Retail Employee career.

Del Sol Valley: The McHenry household moved out.

Couldn’t take the ultra expensive lot.

Today is the last day with Gunther and since we report into work today, I don’t feel like it’ll be especially long so, extra-long post! We make some asparagus which we ate and also appeased a spectre with! Nice nice! And received a gift!

...so we’re going to drink someone’s essence. Interesting. With it, we gain a bunch of painting experience, as he gained memories from a previous life. Also we can sell the glass, which is nice. Back to snoozing though! Snooze until an hour until work! And then work hard! Work hard, make money!

Returning from work, Gunther’s whims are to read a book, and cloudgaze with the librarian he met awhile back. Well, he works until 8PM and also, it’s cloudless in Windenburg. Summertime and the weather is hot. I at least wanted to get to know the guy a little bit better and make some light chatter before I head off to find a book. Romance novel, it looks like. Finishing off the book, I make for the Research Station to research more logic. Very close to a level and that’ll nearly be done with the aspiration then. We instead level Research and Debate up to 3 and also get the prompt to go “do you like doing this?” To which I’m basically like, hmmmm, maybe but ehhhh nah. Not a special like with him. Means to an end.

We’re also hungry. I would go to the nearby food stall but all it has is parfaits and hamburgers and hot dogs and this is Gunther! We want fancy feasts! And there are two restaurants that can fulfil that whim. An Italian one and a fish based one. Which does he feel like? I’m always down for noodles so off to Willow Creek. Mostly Gunther was right next to a vampire couple arguing all the while. And other patrons being very scared for some reason or other.

Oh dear. Food is aboslutely horrid. Be grateful Gunther’s not at work chefs! But someone is going to have a very bad day. Primally Gunther. You can send insults to the chef and so I do so. Because he DEMANDS better.

And so we send Gunther home, with a bad meal in his stomach. And so we end this run of the Munch household. Where shall we go next? We’ll find out after…

Neighborhood Watch!

Brindelton Bay: The Richard household recently moved in.

Join us next time for a trip to...the Delgato household. Oh. Oh boy. This’ll be fun.

#sims 4 #liveblogging #gunther munch #that's it we're done with gunther's run!#now it'll be a full house with a family so it'll be extra long!

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warmau · 3 years

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summer is supposed to be a time of happiness, of adventure and goofing around under the constant sunlight

and so when you start summer, you are all smiles and big dreams! unfiltered energy to do whatever you want!

and whatever you want is definitely

NOT spending even a day (actually three) in the hospital after you end up falling off your bike and breaking your ankle like the absolute unlucky person that you are

"that is so gnarly dude, my condolences"

chenle mutters, skateboard under hand and shaking his head

jisung nods in agreement beside him - still wearing his helmet even after your nurse gives him a look about it

"hey, at least you're getting all this free candy?"

jaemin motions, picking up a 'get better soon' box filled with chocolates from your uncle

he pops one in his mouth and haechan swats his hand away before he can steal any more

mark sighs and gives you a sad smile, renjun puts the flowers they all bought together in a vase by your bed

it's all a little too much - and you tell them it's fine, it's just an ankle and you'll be out of here in no time

they all agree, except for jeno who is sitting at the foot of your bed with his volleyball uniform still on and his duffel bag between his legs on the floor

you keep throwing glances his way because you have never seen jeno so quiet in your life

mark - who is the brains of your friend group (oddly enough) - catches the looks of worry

so he does what any good friend would do, he tells all the remaining members he saw a machine with snacks out in the hall and they all excuse themselves with 'see you soon!'s' out of your hospital room

jeno doesn't move a muscle

"how was practice? jaemin looks happy so im guessing you guys are going to be in great shape when school starts again?"

there isn't any response and jeno is almost hidden with the way his head is hanging low and his hands are clasped on his knees

"jeno-"

"it's my fault you're in here."

you puff your cheeks and cross your legs

"oh please! it's my own fault! is that why you're acting all sad?"

he doesn't answer and the lack of communication is making you nervous more than it is making you angry

jeno and you are close, to the point of knowing each other's parents by their first names and who your first kisses were back in middle school

he has never been one to lack the words for a conversation - at least not with you

you wish you could scoot closer and pinch his cheek or poke his forehead

but your cast is restricting movement and these days touching jeno feels......different

"i should have stopped you before you went down that hill, i was there and i couldn't save you-"

"jeno, im not made of glass and plus im not even that hurt!"

he finally shifts so he can look at your leg, propped up on the pillow and covered in its cast that has been brightly decorated with signatures and doodles

the way his gaze travels up your hospital gown and to you, you know he isn't registering anything you're saying

you sit up a little and hide the wince behind another set of promises to jeno that you are ok and you don't need him to blame himself when he has so much more going on on his plate

"you and jaemin are going to graduate after the upcoming semester and that means it's your last year with the volleyball team. you should focus on practice and being the best you can be - when i can get myself up on those crutches ill come visit to see how you guys are doing!"

he seems to soften, the sharp angles of his face that have just gotten more handsome as he ages still somehow manage to look sweet and youthful

he picks his duffel bag up off the floor and leans toward you like he's going to push some hair from your face or kiss your forehead

he's done both before - but this is the first time the gesture has made the blood in your veins stop and something imaginary clog in the back of your throat

instead of doing either jeno seems to buffer as he hovers above you, reaching out to fluff the edge of your pillow

"ok, but also you have to be serious about your recovery."

he pulls back and the same concern as before washes over him, his vocal tone lowers

"don't go doing anything dangerous."

you point to your cast with a half-smile

"i don't think that's going to be possible."

you get discharged from the hospital the next day, not that it brightens your summer any further, you basically just end up trading the hospital bed for the four walls of your own room

the group chat explodes with more well wishes

but you change the subject, all the pity makes you cringe

'how was volleyball practice?'

several people start typing - except for jeno

jaemin's reply comes first, 'it was good!'

followed by jisung's, 'but.....jeno didn't show up...'

renjun adds 'he said he wasn't feeling well - don't worry!'

you furrow your eyebrows

'has anyone visited him? does he need medicine?'

haechan texts something before anyone can really stop him, 'im pretty sure he's just being sad - if he had the stomach flu we all be sick. we eat together everyday.'

'haechan!' mark replies as jaemin sends a shaking his head emoji

'wait. jeno is sad?'

it goes silent and then suddenly jeno is typing

'im not sad, im fine. ill be at practice tomorrow.'

you let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding in

it's only natural that you, as jeno's friend, would be worried about him. at least, that's what you tell yourself.

to be honest - now that you're not out enjoying summer - you're more than ever stuck with your own thoughts and the most recent string of them is: what changed between you and jeno?

for years it had been easy going fun, the simple enjoyment of each others company

but ever since it started getting warm enough for t-shirts - there has been a shift in the central point of you and jeno's friendship

you are suddenly hyper-aware of how strong the outline of his arms looks.

you notice when he wears different cologne.

you see the way other people turn their heads to look at him when he walks by, the way they pick up on the handsome features that make up your best friend

and you can't help but feel something cruel and cold fester in the pit of your stomach when you think jeno might one day look back at that stranger ..... and notice their features too

you sit up, which is a mistake because you shift your foot and it makes you yelp, but you look at your phone again

the gc has moved onto topics of video games so you message jeno outside of it

'hey, if something is wrong you can tell me'

he reads the message and doesn't reply. you tell yourself that's totally fine.

a couple of weeks pass before anyone lets you limp out of the house by yourself

you've mastered crutches and when you really need something, one of your friends delivers it

although recently, it seems to be everyone but jeno

everything otherwise seems normal

no one really talks about volleyball - which is fine, you just assume they're busy practicing

and so you hobble down to the school gym that's still open for the student-athletes during the break and are secretly happy to bump into mark who helps you with the stairs

"by the way, don't be upset with him ok."

mark says before you enter the gym - you look at him with a raised eyebrow

"upset with who?"

mark swallows - just tilts his head and when you go inside you look everywhere, you see everyone, but you don't see jeno

"im guessing he isn't in the locker rooms?"

you ask mark with a deflated tone of voice, mark shakes his head

"he hasn't been to practice at all."

you can understand why no one had told you.

like mark said, they knew you'd get on his case about it - which is what you plan on doing when you end up on his front porch

jeno comes down with messy hair and basketball shorts on. he's not wearing a shirt and immediately you think you lose the ability to speak

"you shouldn't be walking around just yet."

he says and you frown

"it's been a while now, plus im not here about me. im here to ask what you think you're doing."

jeno crosses his arms and you hate the involuntary flex of his muscles.

actually, you don't hate it, you hate that you stare when you don't mean to.

he ushers you into the backyard and motions for you to sit on one of the patio chairs

he's still being the same thoughtful guy you grew up with but you're beyond confused

"are you quitting volleyball - why aren't you going to practice?"

"im not quitting. i just don't feel like it - i don't feel like doing anything."

you reach out with one of your crutches to poke him, he makes a face

"im the one with a broken ankle - im the one who gets to be depressed. c'mon, tell me what's really wrong."

jeno falls silent, you notice that he hasn't completely shaved and there's a bit of a shadow on his jawline

you swallow the sudden dryness in your throat

this is your best friend since you were kids. you are literally not going to think anything but pure thoughts from now on. ok. stop. don't you dare.

"that's the thing. you have a broken ankle, you can't even go to the beach and im supposed to do what - enjoy the summer without my best friend?"

he throws his hands up and you see an expression you barely ever get from jeno form on his face

"i could have stopped you from being reckless, i could have made sure you weren't in that stupid cast and that you could-"

"jeno!"

you cut him off and he looks at you, the momentary distraction of your newfound attraction to him dissipates as you grind your teeth

"i told you that it's no way your fault i got hurt - plus it's not like you personally broke my ankle and im not suffering torturous pain. things happen like this in life - don't beat yourself up about it!"

you wish you could get up to make your point, but the best you manage is a shaky lift grabbing onto your chair

jeno gets up to help you but you shoo him away

"it hurts me more to see you moping around on my behalf! did you think about that, how it would make me feel to hear that my injury is making you slack on the things you like?!"

he blinks and you suddenly feel a rush of different things

one is that you hate how he seems to be so full of pity for you, another is that you hate how he's kind of right about this summer being pointless now that you can barely move, but the last is that because of all these things happening you can't even properly wrap your head around the fact that you think you like him

and not in the platonic way you'd been beating on liking him your whole life

so to add this to the pile - you take your crutches and give him a stern look

"just start going to practice. i told you when i was in the hospital, i'll always come to cheer you on when i can. that doesn't change for me, broken ankle or not because you're my best friend and i want to see you succeed."

and i love you

you don't say the last part, you bite your lip back and although you can't storm off in your usual fiery passion, you make it out of his backyard and let a heaviness fall off your chest as you somehow manage to get back home

the sound of messages incoming on your phone are drowned away by your tiredness

i just want to be a source of happiness for you, i never wanted to be your burden jeno.

the next day there's a knock on your bedroom door - you tell them to come in and go wide-eyed when you see jeno there

he's in his volleyball uniform and he's holding something in his hands

"jen-"

"im sorry. you were right, i can't use you as an excuse to be lazy anymore. i brought these."

he hands you the tupperware of cookies and you are about to ask him if he made these when jeno's familiar, warm laughter fills your room

"i didn't make them, they're chipsahoy but i thought the gesture could count."

you look down at them - he's so silly.

you look back up at jeno's smile - i really love him.

"good. now go have fun at practice, ill visit you guys later in the week."

he comes closer to you and suddenly the air in the room stills, he leans over and you think you can feel the temperature of your skin rise to an unsafe level when he hooks his pinkie with yours

"promise?"

you nod and he disappears with a wave. you sit in your bed and hold the cookies.

maybe breaking my ankle and not spending every minute around him might actually have been a good thing.

as you promised, you show up to practice at the end of the week.

jeno is there and he lights up when he sees you, helps you with your crutches and everyone gathers around to tell you how thankful they are that you went and got jeno to comeback

jisung randomly sputters a, "the only person who can control him is you. it's like he's your boyfriend."

mark catches the look on your face before jeno does and flicks jisung on the head, "what do you know about dating - c'mon lets go get water for everyone."

the comment swims around your head for the entire time you're there - and you don't know it, but it swims around jeno's as well

when practice is over, jaemin offers to drive everyone home - no one agrees because they're probably terrified of his driving

and jeno says he'll be the one to walk you home

it's nothing unusual, you've been with jeno throughout your whole childhood, but there seems to be a weird pause among your group when he announces it

when you and him set off toward your house, mark does something weird - he winks at you and you take a second before

oh - he knows i like jeno doesn't he?

you can only go at the of the equivalent of snail's pace, and jeno matches it without complaint

you don't say anything and it makes it that much harder to distract the chanting about how good he looks and how you can't believe you're that person who fell in love with their best friend and how this summer is so confusing its almost vomit-inducing and-

"hey, would it be weird if i liked you?"

it feels like the earth itself has been dropped from the shoulders of atlas, you think suddenly all the gravity has gone and disappeared

you stop and look at jeno who sets his bag down on the asphalt

the boy you met when you were young is suddenly not a boy anymore, his shadow is tall and mature against the setting summer sun

"liked me?"

he scratches the back of his neck and then nods

"i had said i can't use your injury as my excuse to be lazy. i actually wasn't being lazy, i was just going through a hard time because i thought i had hurt the person most important to me in the world."

your heart thumps against your chest so hard it kind of hurts

"me?"

"yeah, and i realized your friend can be the most important person in the world - but i think it's different the way i feel about now......i like you."

"i love you."

you blurt it out before you can even really stop yourself, jeno looks shocked for about a second before it breaks into a big smile on his face

the one you haven't seen in what seems like forever, the one that feels genuine and right

"oh cool, i actually love you too - i just didn't know if i should say it-"

"can you come over here and kiss me, these crutches are kind of making it hard for me."

no one is surprised when you and jeno announce in the gc that you're going on your first date

mark tries to act it, but literally everyone is like finally - you do ask mark if he knew all along about how you felt and he goes i knew how you felt and how jeno felt. you two are open books.

the date isn't as thrilling as you both might have wanted, the broken ankle is still kind of getting in the way, so jeno takes you out to the lake and does all the rowing himself

you offer, since it's your hands, but he insists he can do it himself and he does. seriously, he's way stronger than you remember him being a year ago.

you guys eat on the grass when you get back and he effortlessly picks you back up onto your feet, you swoon everytime but try not to show it

and when jeno drops you off - he kisses you again, and this time he doesn't have to have you tell him to - he picks the perfect moment

being his best friend and dating him doesn't change too much, it's just you're now holding hands everytime you hangout and you're kissing in the back of jaemin's car much to his disappointment and well

it's just made everything easier - you're not wrapped in your head about what's different, because nothing is, you just are honest with how you both feel

jeno and jaemin even get visited by scouts for volleyball and when jeno tells you about it you try to jump up to hug him and he's like bABE CAST but too late you're like OW and he's like oh god oh god let me hold you

you're like jeno let's learn to bake cookies for real so we don't have to buy chipsahoy to give each other and he's down for it but then you both almost set the kitchen on fire and call renjun like ten times to ask about the recipe and basically you are both banned from baking again

your cast gets filled in with hearts from jeno...you let him lay his head on you when he's playing games on his phone and you're like watching him play and when you get bored you're like let's kiss instead

jeno leaves all his hoodies 'accidentally' over at your house because he knows you like wearing them but won't admit it outloud

the summer continues on until suddenly it's colder outside and the reality of school coming back dawns on everyone

and also, you get the date for when your cast will be removed

jeno asks if you're going to keep it once it gets cracked - you say you might, you woulnd't want to lose all those cute hearts he scribbled on them and he just smiles and kisses your forehead

"i'd scribble all the hearts everywhere for you."

"that's cute, we should save that for when we get married."

and you do save it for then - years later when you're showing jeno the design on your invitations

beside both your names is a cluster of different hearts, all doodled by jeno himself

"how'd you get these?"

"kept a part of my broken cast."

he stares at you with wide eyes

"im joking, i got them off a napkin you doodled on when we were at dinner."

jeno pokes his tongue out at you and you giggle as he wraps his arms around your waist as to not let you get away

the softness of your love and silliness of your friendship is still there

it'll always be there - through all the broken ankles, casts, and doodled hearts to come.

#weeeeeee now i only have two neos left #nct dream au #jeno au #nct dream scenarios #jeno scenarios #nct dream imagines #jeno imagines #lee jeno #nct dream #sfw #nostalgia au #nct dream x reader #jeno x reader

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fleet-admiral-hiba · 2 years

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SWEET BLOODY LIFE

AN: time skip of a year. Y/n adapted himself to his new life. But soon, trauma will test his resolution

A beautiful day, and Y/n was walking down the streets of Whole Cake island, smiling and waiving at the citizens. It was indeed a good day. And you were... Happy. Surprising really, cause exactly the year before you had been kidnapped, but you expected to be treated like a slave. Instead you lived like a king.

And truth be told, you enjoyed the attention they were giving you. It ft refreshing to see someone care about you. And your husband, he was perhaps the most beautiful gift you ever had.

But it seemed your so called parents weren't of that idea. You thought that after your disappearance, and after the news of your marriage spread around, they would leave you alone. But it was only a dream.

After a while you started to receive letters from them, telling you to go back home, cause they missed you. But you didn't pay mind to them. You even told your husband to burn them all, and he was more than happy.

But they had another opinion on that. Once they even showed up to your birthday party, and tried to talk to Big Mom to let you go back, citing some sort of dangerous illness that had to be cured. You felt ashamed to be even be slightly related to them, and the uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment didn't leave you at all that day. You couldn't leave cause it was your special day, and for once you were happy to celebrate your birthday.

"Y/n, do you want us to handle them?". Oh, dear old Smoothie. She was a sweetheart and you liked her a lot. She had been more of a big sister than your real one. "Not yet, but thanks. It means a lot to me". Nodding, she went back to chatting.

You caught your mother looking at you, something shining in her eyes. You saw her smiling at you, probably she saw you talking to Smoothie. Who knows what she was thinking, but it probably was a distorted version of what you just did.

Anyway, you shook your head of those thoughts. It was a special day, and you wanted to bring your husband a surprise. It was his birthday after all and you put so much effort in his gift. Everything was going wonderfully, until your family came into the picture.

At first you didn't recognise them at all, but they sped up and caught up with you. Immediately asking questions, you tried to tell them politely to fuck off. But it did not work. " you know dear, that Smoothie girl was very nice. Why didn't you marry her? Or is she not your type?" went on your mother..

You were tired of explaining your life to them and you simply went away, but a hand stopped you. "Sweetie, is something wrong? Is the sickness again? Oh I knew I should have called the doctor before. Come on, let's...". Before she could finish you simply exploded. It had been a long time coming, but you had to tell them.

"Will you fuck off already and leave me the fuck alone? I'm not your son and I never was. I'm not sick, on the contrary, I'm happily married and in fact, I'm going to see my HUSBAND. So do us a favour and get the fuck out of this archipelago. I won't tell you twice, you are not welcomed here. Now leave".

Breathing heavily you went away. Meanwhile the woman simply stood there, shocked. Some citizens asked if you were okay, or if they needed to call either Raisin or one of the other Charlotte. You shook your head, and thanked them for their concern.

You hurried up to his office, but before entering, you went to a spare room nearby, that was usually reserved for you and him whenever you wanted to stay there.

Sitting down on the couch, with your knees drawn up, you started to shake. Tears feel down your eyes. Suddenly all the trauma popped up, and the outburst of before didn't help. Conversion therapy, the beatings, the hours spent with so called professionals to "cure" you. It all hurt, and your mother brought it all back with her stubbornness.

You cried so much it hurt to breath, your shaking became ever more evident. You were tired of feeling and being treated like shit. Your family, your friends, your entire island treated you like you were a charity case.

Meanwhile, Raisin heard your cries from the other room and immediately came in. He did not waste any time in asking, he knew what was the cause, he got a call before. Silently, he put his coat on you, and hugged you. He waited with you, until you let out everything. Eventually, you calmed down, but the emotional breakdown left you exhausted.

"I'm sorry, this was your special day, and I managed to ruin it. I'm sorry, I'm just a bur..." - " Shut up. It's not your fault, dear". He quickly rebutted, and before you could protest, he laid down on the couch with you on top, wrapped up in his clothes. It was stronger than you, and you were tired. Gradually you fell asleep.

He waited a minute, before he digged in his pocket and called Yu and Smoothie, telling them to ban your mom from any island at all. He respected your wish, you hated them but not to the point of killing them, yet. But that will be the last opportunity for them.

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