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luveline · 11 months

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𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

miguel can’t control himself when you get hurt in the field —a ficlet featuring an irritated (lovesick) miguel and a flirty, distracted spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. requested he re, fem!reader, 2.5k

tw. fighting, injury, blood

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Miguel watches the screen in front of him unhappily.

"Spider-Girl," he says. Two people answer him. He sighs. "Y/N," he amends, "you're being reckless."

The little droid camera that follows you around circles your head as you swing from one place to another. "I'm being good," you deny.

Miguel would never tell you this, but he loves how you speak. Sure, almost every word you say annoys him, but the cadence of your voice is melodic and addictive at once. And Miguel knows you're nice to everyone, but it's him alone that has you speaking so softly.

You do it to torture him, he's sure.

"You're doing well, but you'd be better if you didn't free fall for so long. Mechanical failure can happen at any minute," Miguel says.

"Then one of the others will catch me."

"And if there's no team member close by? I'm supposed to come and scrape you off of the sidewalk?"

"Miguel," you say gently. He can tell what mood you're in today. "They have people for that."

"Could you just do as I asked you to?"

"Ah, but you haven't asked me anything."

"Please," he says, "focus on the task at hand, and use your webs cautiously."

You make a chirping sound that feels more laughter than affirmation, but you do as he requests, reducing the length of time between each web shot. You're in New York, Earth-1844, attempting to send home an unhappy Doc Ock variant whose mechanical arms are immensely technologically advanced, even when compared to Nueva York's futurism.

Miguel had sent you along with a rather large team, one. because a big team was necessary for the task, two. because you'd asked and he has trouble saying no to you, and three. because if you'd spent another hour in his office today he actually might have given into temptation, which wouldn't be good for anybody.

Miguel is used to doing what needs to be done rather than what he'd like, these days. So while he wants to indulge you and your fanciful suggestions —I'm not heavy, handsome, please, you won't even notice I'm in your lap, your thighs are so wide— he can't. He has things to do. Things that cannot endure distraction.

"Woo!" you cheer through laughter, letting your shoes skim the floor in an especially dangerous manoeuvre. The adrenaline turns you giddy. "Holy crap."

Oh, right, that's why he resists temptation —he hates you. (He doesn't hate you.) He hates you and your disregard for your own safety, he hates your rejection of his authority, and he hates the stupid sweet sound you make when you're excited.

"Do you listen to me and then forget what I've said, or do you not understand the English language?" he asks.

You land on a rooftop overlooking the centre of Future Doc Ock's destruction. "Well, I've been learning Spanish. We could always try that," you suggest.

"Why have you been learning Spanish?" he asks.

"Coquetear contigo," you say, your pronunciation all over the place. To flirt with you.

"Qué maravilla," he mutters.

"I don't know that one, handsome, so I'm going to assume it was a love confession or something similar." You sound so overly fond he has to tense his jaw. "Gwen, where are you?"

"I'm over here?"

Gwen is wrapped up tightly in a metal tentacle. It shakes her around fanatically. Miguel swears and zooms in on her location, watching in apprehension as she attempts to free herself while the arm creaks, tightening, tightening.

"Woah," you say, taking a running jump off of the rooftop. "Can you believe it? I'm not the first one who needs rescuing."

Hobie Brown reaches Gwen before you can, and he makes an impressive rescue. You divert your path, shooting a web at the glass dome covering Future Doc Ock's head. Miguel crosses his arms across his chest. Wannabe Mysterio loser, he thinks, and then, when you've smashed a hole into the dome with a generously momentous kick, Nice.

He doesn't suppose Doc Ock was expecting a kick to the jaw today.

You hiss as you propel yourself away from him, another web shot at a nearby lamppost. It does something funny to his chest when he hears you whine in pain, but he's too distracted to ask what's wrong —he scours your droid's view for an answer, finds it red and saturating the fabric of your suit.

"Why are you bleeding, Spider-Girl?" he asks, gaze drawn to the main screen where Dock Ock shouts belligerent threats at an approaching Spider-Man.

"No biggie," you say, hissing again, "I think I cut my leg on the glass. I need a better suit."

"Can you walk?"

"I'm fine," you say with a sniffle. From the amount of blood, the cut is deep. "Is it me, or is it dusty in here?"

It definitely hurts if it's making you cry, though maybe you're unprepared. This was a bad idea, you aren't as seasoned as the others, and he knows you don't know what you're doing yet. You need more time, more practice. You've hurt yourself in the field on your very first mission, and you don't have the pain threshold or the super-healing necessary to cope.

It's his fault for letting you go.

"Prepare for extraction," he says.

"No! No way, are you kidding? I'm fine, I– I can do this."

"Y/N," he warns.

You fling yourself from the lamppost with impressive grace considering your injury and join the fight once again. Miguel can't keep an eye on you like he wants to, as the alarm that indicates an anomaly begins to sound. He's forced to rush together a second team while the elite strike force are preoccupied, yanking members of Spider-Society from their goings abouts, Lyla in his ear recommending effective combinations and fighting styles. From that point on, he has to supervise two different missions, his head pounding with effort.

His hands itch. He should be out there. Miguel is the cream of the crop and he isn't shy to admit that. He's a good fighter, but he can't be everywhere at once, and most of the anomalies they face require multiple sets of hands to fix. So he forces himself to stay put and guide the teams through each fight, sick to his stomach with every bloody footprint you leave behind.

He's following Hobie Brown and offering rejected instruction when he sees you go down. He toggles your voice channel and catches the end of a high-pitched, "Oof," the air-knocked from your lungs forcibly as you hit the ground. The tentacle that propelled you veers up for a finishing blow, and three different webs catch it and pull it backward.

It's a blur. One minute Miguel's in the control room at Spider-Society headquarters, the next he's breathing in the smoggy air of New York, Earth-1844, concrete and asphalt torn up under his hands. Lyla speaks in his ear and he's deaf to her, his focus pointed with only one thing in mind.

The restraint it takes not to wipe Doc Ock from the face of the dimension is incalculable. Miguel can't quite believe his own moderation as he orchestrates the return of the anomaly, your body on the ground in the corner of his eye.

The second the situation is under control, he runs to you. His gloves hit the ground with a thud by your hip, as do his knees. Spider-Man, a Peter Parker from Earth-751263, has already set nanobots over your prone figure, tiny spider-like creatures that leave webbing bandages in their wake, closing the sluggish wound on your calf. But nanotech won't fix a broken spine, not in the field. Miguel needs a stretcher. He needs to get you home.

"Miguel," you say, drawing his gaze from your slow-rising chest, "I can't breathe.

He slides his thumb as gently as he can into the seam of your mask and eases it off. "You're winded."

You cough. The sound is disturbingly wet, but your lips remain unsullied. Miguel can't look at you in this much pain, and he won't: he stands, and he takes control.

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You're not in nearly as much pain as you should be, because Doctor Spider-Man gave you the good stuff. "Your healing isn't nearly as expedited as most of us," he'd said.

"Is this medical discrimination?" you'd asked, faking a serious concern. "Do I need to talk to Spider-Lawyer?"

You found it funny. He maybe didn't, but he gave you an extra dose and told you to rest up before leaving. Resting at the Society medbay isn't easy because Spider People are constantly filtering in and out of the ward for check-ups, medication, and corrections.

It's also not easy because most Spider People are incredibly lonely in their home dimensions, and incredibly friendly here. When Miguel finally comes to visit you, you have a Spider-Girl from a few dimensions over who has the same biological mother as you but a different father sitting to your left —she's trippy and adorable, if you do say so yourself— two Peter Parkers to your right, and a melting pot of currency lost in the white linen sheets over your legs.

They get one good look at Miguel and put down their playing cards.

The Peter Parkers slink off together promising to come and see you again sometime, and your variant stops just shy of Miguel's position to look him up and down affectionately.

"Go away," he says.

She beams at him. "Okay."

"You can't help it, can you?" he asks after she's gone, picking a rogue playing card up from the end of your bed. He twiddles it between his index and middle finger, the card shushing with each turn.

You sit up in bed and try to straighten out the sheets, hoping to entice him. You don't bother answering his question. It barely sounded like one.

"I'm hurt, you know?" you ask.

"I know. I told you to retreat."

"No, I'm hurt it took you so long to visit me," you say. You're putting on airs. Truthfully, you genuinely are a little hurt, but your voice is soft and dreamy as always. "I thought we were friends."

"Ah, because you need more of those."

You sink down into your pillows, your knees hiked. "I really can't help it if people like me. And you'd know."

Miguel surprises you by sitting down. He faces away from you, his thigh just shy of your feet below the sheets, and it's only then you realise he's tense. He's in civvies for a change, a t-shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders and chest and regular black sweatpants. He's wearing converse.

You look at him through a squint. "Did you hit your head, too?"

"I'm off-duty."

"I just never pictured you in sneakers."

"How do you picture me?" he asks, neck craned to look at you, his chin touching his shoulder. He has dark circles under his eyes and his brows are ruffled on one side.

You let your knees fall to one side and pull your legs to your chest, hoping to entice him closer. "You're not sleeping well?"

Miguel doesn't answer your inquiry. In fact, he falls silent. His eyes are on your hands where they're bunched at your chest, his dark flush of lashes twitching as his gaze tracks along the column of your throat, your jaw, and finally, your face.

"If you were anyone else," he says eventually, "you'd be benched."

"I'm not benched?" you ask.

"You disobeyed a direct order," he says, "and your actions affected the people around you. Someone else could've been hurt protecting you. You have to listen to what I'm telling you to do, or this is never going to work."

You look at the hospital bed railing rather than face his disappointment.

"But it's my fault."

"What?" you ask, startled.

"It's my fault you got hurt. I knew you couldn't handle it, and I let you go anyway. I'm… I'm weak."

"What are you talking about?" you ask. "Weak? You're the strongest person here, with or without Rapture."

He flinches at the drug's name.

You lay there, paralysed by your own mistake, your big mouth ruining everything for the thousandth time. If there's one thing you know about Miguel, it's that you never mention his weaknesses. His drug. His last attempt at a full life. You might be light-hearted, a free spirit, but you're far from stupid usually. Your emotional intelligence must've got lost somewhere on Earth-1844.

"Sorry," you murmur, looking at him from under your lashes. "I didn't mean…"

Slowly, so slowly, he puts his hand on your leg. It doesn't hurt, you've been medicated and stitched and his touch is far from cruel, but you're so startled that your breath gets caught in your throat. Miguel doesn't touch you unless he's giving you a vague reprimand, moving your hand from a button you shouldn't touch or a door you're not allowed to open.

"I let you go on that mission, knowing you weren't ready, because you asked me to let you. I put selfish motivations over your safety. It won't happen again."

You're not as brave as you think you are. You try to hold his hand but it looks so big, and you've never had him this close to you of his own accord. You're a moment away from nervous goosebumps.

He looks up at your touch, your pinky finger wrapped over his, smaller and shorter but with the same pattern of calluses, skin abraded by tight gloves and rough surfaces.

"Selfish motivations," you repeat in a murmur.

"I don't– like saying no. To you." He couldn't sound more unhappy to admit it.

"You say no to me all the time," you say. You don't mean to, but suddenly you're folding your fingers over his, forcing him to hold your hand. He doesn't stop you. He doesn't let go. "Like, ten times a day."

"It's difficult." Your complaint is a blessing for him —the atmosphere around you shifts to something less vulnerable, and his permanently chagrined personality rears its head once again. He raises his eyebrows. "You make my life extremely difficult," he says flatly.

"You make my life difficult, too," you say.

You can't help but give him your fondest smile, your lashes kissing in the corners of your eyes.

He visibly softens. His thumb rubs the back of your hand, just once.

"Fantastic," he says, looking firmly away from you. "Great."

"Isn't it?" you ask happily.

He squeezes your fingers gently. It's almost imperceptible. "Yeah, it is," he says.

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thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! also, im sorry if you already speak spanish i realised after that that detail was subjective to the reader, sorry!

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miniwheat77 · 1 year

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Maybe One Day. (Ghost x Petite!Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, Size kink, Ghost being a little talkative, petite!reader, unprotected sex, some sad parts, mentions of death, blood, violence, (sorry if I missed any)

(Summary): Reader is in love with Ghost but is okay with the fact that it’ll never lead anywhere.

I got a petite!reader ask, you can find that here.

If she wasn’t on her phone, working, or buried in a book, she was thinking about him. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

Y/N has worked alongside Ghost for quite some time now. A few years. From the very moment she’d laid eyes on him, she fell in love. As time went on, her feelings only seemed to grow for him. Up to this point, the fifth year working alongside him, she’d had very limited conversations with him. Anytime she made an attempt to deepen any kind of conversation, he shrugged her off. At first, she thought maybe if she talked to him enough. Close enough to him, maybe. Just maybe something would happen. But he ignored her, walked away from her, and always kept it short. So she gave up after about a year. From then on, the last four years after that, she kept it professional. Only talked to Ghost on missions when she absolutely had to. Didn’t interact with him on base aside from small waves, and kept to herself for the most part.

She made an attempt to hide the feelings she had for Ghost, but it didn’t always work. Most people caught on. The waves, the way she smiled and acted all giddy when he was around. Everything. She was nice to everyone but it was different when it came to Ghost. Nearly anybody could tell. Soap looked at her from the hallway. Ghost stood next to him. “Are you sure about this Ghost?” Soap asks. Ghost nods his head. You were currently folding up a table cloth. Soap sighs, spinning on his heels and entering the mess hall.

"Hey." He smiles. "Uh.. hi." You smile. "You scared me."

"Oh, my bad." He smiles. "I just heard you come out and thought I'd come talk to you."

“About what?”

"Simon."

"What about him?"

"I.. think you know."

You pause for a moment. Looking down at your feet.

"That obvious ah?" You smile. "Uhh.. maybe just a little bit." Soap laughs. "I just… I wouldn't want you getting hurt Y/N. He's kinda.. guarded. Yknow?"

"Oh I know Soap. There's no chance in hell we'd ever work out. Hell, it'd be a shot in the dark if he was even into me." Soap knows you're keeping it together but he can see the hurt in your eyes.

"What?"

"I'm.. not that interesting." You laugh. Simon waited right on the other side of the wall, listening in.

"I think he's just well guarded Y/N. There's nothing wrong with you."

You let out a small laugh, looking down at the ground. "Yeah. I know that nothing will ever come of it. It's just a dumb crush, nothing more."

Soap was only talking to you because Simon asked him to. He told Soap that there was no chance anything would ever work between the two of you and he needed you to know exactly what to expect. After finishing up the conversation with Soap, it had been made clear. Ghost had put Soap up to it. Which meant Ghost was getting tired of it or you’d been making him uncomfortable. You just wished Ghost had come to you about it personally rather than making it everyone else’s business and embarrassing you like that. After that day, you started ignoring Ghost. No more small waves when passing by. No more making conversation with him up on the roof when you took over watch, no more offering to take over his shifts or helping him with his chores. You drew back completely and passed by him with a cold shoulder. You were short when he needed to talk to you, just like he’d been with you. He noticed it immediately.

After a week or so, everyone noticed you hadn’t been active. Nobody had seen you in passing, nobody had talked to you or seen you during meals, and they noticed your captain was picking up your part of the chores. It was unusual. Eventually after they all pestered their Captain enough, he finally caved. “Alright fine. Meet in my office after Lunch and we’ll talk. But this stays between all of us.” He glares. They all nod their heads. After lunch, everyone met up. Ghost waited until a few minutes after, hiding in the hallway. “Alright. Y/N has been on rest in her room until we can get her home. She got a phone call about a week ago that her younger brother was killed in a car accident. She’s very upset, and you guys need to leave her be unless she comes to you for help. Am I clear?” He says. Everyone nods their heads. As everyone finishes up the conversation, Ghost notices a flash of black pass by the doorway to Captain Price’s office. He follows whatever it is, noticing you in the mess hall picking up the lukewarm pot of coffee. Once their conversation was done, Captain Price came in. When he sees you, he’s curious. “Hey, what’re you doing out of your room?” He asks. You raise the cup of coffee. John nods. You say nothing, making your way back to your room. It was odd for the both of them to see you in night clothes. Just shorts and a t-shirt. John looks at Ghost, getting a shrug back.

The following day, Ghost is eating breakfast with Soap in the mess hall. It’s only them and Captain Price inside so far. To their surprise, you walk inside. Broom in hand. You start sweeping up the mess hall. Something you did on a daily basis. It was a very small part of your chores. Not just that, you have your full uniform on. “Uh.. Y/N.” John looks up from his coffee. You pause, looking at him. Your eyes are bloodshot. You look like you haven’t slept in days. “You don’t have to do that, I got you covered. We’re trying to get you home.” You don’t stop sweeping. “They had his funeral already, I have no reason to go home. I’ll be just fine here, thanks anyways Captain.” You sweep everything into the dustpan, walking off. John sighs.

This goes on for a couple days. You’re on edge. Nobody sees you eat, you don’t sleep very well. You’re struggling and there’s nothing anybody can do. Everyone tells Ghost to check up on you. You like Ghost, maybe you’d open up to him. And he did try. Went out of his comfort zone to ask you how you’re doing. You gave him a short “I’m fine.” And shrugged him off after that.

To you, he didn’t care. Nobody cared. They were coworkers, nothing more. They didn’t care what you were going through, they only cared about what you were useful for.

You sat quietly on the chopper. Everyone else made small talk but you, you just stared ahead. You had a blank expression on your face. Like you were staring right through everything. Expressionless, emotionless. Like you weren’t there. Soap is the first to notice, but knows not to get involved. You’re struggling. The last thing you need is someone pestering you. “Alright. Don’t forget the plan. Y/N and Ghost are frontlines. Entering through vents on the rooftops. Gaz and I will be posting guard with rifles, Soap will be entering through the mines. It’s where the least amount of threats are.” Your Captain explains more details before the chopper lands, and when it lands it’s a go. You and Ghost quickly make your way inside, dropping tear gas through the vents and waiting for it to dissolve completely before jumping in.

Ghost notices immediately you’re more ruthless than before. Wearing no emotion on your face as you ambush people, stabbing them. Blood spatters over your face and you don’t even flinch as it does. It’s shocking to see someone so small being so violent. Successfully at that. When the buildings are clear, you’re leaning up against a pool table in the back room. Ghost is sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. “You told Captain they had his Funeral already. They didn’t wait for you?” Ghost asks. “No.” You rolls your eyes. “Why?” He asks. Drawing a chuckle from your lips. You cross your arms, not turning your head to even look at him. “Deadbeat parents, they don’t give a fuck about me or how I feel.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He sighs. “Luck of the draw, how d’ya think I ended up in this shit show?”

The body in front of Ghost has one of your knives in his chest, you walk over to it. Pressing your foot down onto his shoulder and pulling the knife out of him. You wipe it off on your pants before returning back to where you were leaning at the pool table. Everyone else walks into the room, lowering their weapons when they see you and Ghost waiting patiently. They look like they had a hell of a fight. “We gave you guys the hardest task and you look untouched.” Captain Price laughs. “Just too good.” You shrug, walking passed them. Soap smiles, stepping in. “Successful mission.” He holds up a flash drive. The one you’d been looking for. “Fuck yeah.” You smile. You still had that same pain in your eyes. No matter how happy you seemed, it stayed there. You twirl the knife in your hand the entire way back to the chopper, and just like before. You’re staring off into space. Brain in an entire different dimension as you spin it around in your hand.

Overtime, Ghost notices you more and more. How much different you’ve become, how cold you’ve been acting. You’re still giving him the cold shoulder. Still not making much conversation with him.

He makes his way onto the watch post, seeing you sitting back in a chair with your feet kicked up, looking at the room full of cameras. He makes his way up to you, he’s a few minutes early. You stand up, picking up your items and going to walk away. “Leaving so soon?” He asks. You pause, body going rigid. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?” You still have your back turned to him. “Just thought you’d want to make some small talk. Talk about what’s going on.” He shrugs. You turn around, a smile on your face. “Yeah, let’s be friends, we’ll exchange stories about our shitty lives. It’ll be a sleepover.” You smile. “So that’s a no.” He chuckles. You bite your lip for just a second, taking a step toward him. “What? You want to be friends now? The few times I tried making small talk with you, you had Soap tell me to leave you alone. So no, I don’t really feel like talking.” You roll your eyes, spinning to walk around. “I had him tell you to back off because I could tell you liked me. I knew you wanted to be more than friends.” You laugh, “See that’s where you’re mistaken Ghost, we’re not friends. Hell, we’re not even acquaintances. You and I? We’re just coworkers. Nothing more.” With that, you walk down the stairs. It stings Ghost a little bit that you’re so cold to him, but really he asked for this. “Hey!” He calls to you. “I’m your superior, when Captain Price isn’t around, you answer to me, Sergeant.” You turn around, smirk at your lips. You cross you arms, taking a couple steps up the stairs. “Yeah? What can I do for you, Lieutenant.” The venom in your voice is potent. “Go back inside the watch tower.” You roll your eyes. “Yes sir.” You throw your bag back down once you step inside. Ghost closes the door. “Sit down.” You hate that you have to listen to him. But you do anyways. Crossing your arms and leaning back. “Good. Now talk.” He looks at you. “About what?”

“What’s bothering you?” He asks. You narrow your eyes. “You already know what’s bothering me.”

He shakes his head. “Can we just be done here? Or am I going to have to fight my way out?” Ghost let’s out a deep chuckle. “Sweetheart, you can’t fight me. You won’t win.” A scoff leaves your lips. “The hell is that supposed to mean?” He laughs. “In case you haven’t noticed, you’re tiny. I could pick you up with one hand.” He sits back in his chair, the tight shirt he has on tightens perfectly over his arms and shoulders. You swallow hard, but Ghost doesn’t miss it. “You’re hiding something else, something else was bothering you.” You raise your eyebrows, giving him a ‘are you fucking serious.’ Look. “You’re joking right?” You laugh. He looks confused. “You assumed that I like you, and instead of coming to me to tell me to back off, you told someone else to come to me and say it. Not only is that a concern that should have stayed between the both of us, but it’s pretty embarrassing that everyone knows now.” You roll your eyes. “Okay. That was a bad call on my part. I’m sorry.” He places his hands on his thighs. Your eyes glancing at them for a split second. “Are we done now?” You swallow hard. “I suppose.” He mumbles.

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A few weeks later, Captain Price put you on leave for a week.

When you come back, you seem in worse shape than before. Ghost is the first to notice. You look like you haven’t been eating or sleeping. It’s late and he can hear weights crashing in the gym, pulling himself out his bed to go check on whoever it is, not surprised to see that it’s you. “Bad idea to do that without a spotter.” He mumbles. He rubs his eyes tiredly. His mask isn’t on straight, he just threw it on really quick. You say nothing in return. “Y/N, what’s going on?” You’re breathing hard from lifting the weight up. “Parents lied about my little brother dying, wanted me to send money for his funeral so that they could just have the money.” You breathe. Teeth gritted as you lift the weight. “They’ve brainwashed him, made him hate me. I got nobody left.” You’re panting hard, groaning as you lift the weight. Ghost takes it from your hands, lifting it up with one hand and laying it in the rack. “Talk to me.” He breathes. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by you. What you were just struggling to lift, he lifted with one hand.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts. “I don’t have anybody either. That’s why I joined the military in the first place, but it’s not exactly worked out too well in my favor because 141 is like my family. Something I’ve never had.” He breathes. You laugh. “How sweet.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m serious. We look out for each other. Make sure everyone is okay all the time, why you think I’m here hm? Everyone worries about you.” You laugh. “That’s complete bullshit and you know it. I used to try to talk to you all of the time and you just shrugged me off like nothing. Nothing was different between then and now. You’re free to leave whenever you want, Ghost.” You roll your eyes. He takes a deep breath. He’s clearly getting frustrated with you. “Why do you care about em? Hm? They don’t give a fuck about you, never have. Why lose sleep over it? I don’t.” He shrugs. “Rough concept. Maybe you’re just mentally stronger than me. But that’s not exactly my point.” You roll your eyes. You stand up, walking away to another area to work out. “Look. It’s almost midnight and we have to be up at 6. I’m not too keen on losing this much sleep. Let’s go to bed, we’ll talk more tomorrow.” He mumbles. “Go ahead, I’m not making you stay here.”

“Goddamnit.” He mumbles. He makes his way near you as you reach for a bar, he lifts you up with ease, throwing you over his shoulder. “Simon! Put me down!”

“No. You’re going to bed.”

“I’ll just lay awake.”

“Than you’ll lay awake in my bed.”

Your body goes rigid and Ghost chuckles. He opens his door up and spins around to close and lock it behind him. He throws you down onto his bed and you bounce up, scrambling to prop yourself up onto your elbows. He grasps the hem of his shirt, pulling it off. “Um.. what the fuck is going on?” You ask. He straddles your hips, leaning down into you. You let yourself fall all of the way back, backing away from his face. He laughs. “This is what you wanted, right?” You shake your head. “No-no. I don’t want your weird pity s-“ he covers your throat with his hand, the small size of you has him smiling. He likes the control he has over you. “Mnot trying to fuck you out of pity. I know you like me, I know you want to fuck me. I wanna fuck you too.” He mumbles. This side of Simon is weird. You’re used to the guarded, quiet Simon. This was new. “I like you, have forever. S’just a bad idea to start something with someone when you could die any day. But you don’t mind right?” He smirks. He pulls his mask off, and you swallow hard, seeing him.

All of him.

Everyone on base but you had seen his face.

“You’re so tiny..” he mumbles. “So easy to..” he pins your hips down into his bed. Earning a gasp from your lips. “You want me to fuck you or not?” He bites his lip. You swallow hard, cheeks burning. You nod slowly. He smirks, tugging his sweatpants down his legs. You’re only wearing a tank top and shorts, since you were working out. He tugs them off of you quickly. He is massive, you swallow hard when you see the size of his cock. He can’t help but chuckle at your reaction. “Don’t worry, M’gonna make you feel real good. Just try to be quiet for me.” He lines himself up with your entrance and you breathe out. All of the pining you’d done. The sleep you lost over him, everything. And now? A deep breath leaves your lips when he prods at your opening. The tip of his fat cock disappearing between your folds. He’s stretching you already and he’s barely started. He groans out, holding onto your hips tightly. Holding you exactly where he wants you. He clamps a hand over your mouth when he thrusts all of the way inside of you, enjoying the way your eyes roll back as he bottoms out. He’s huge. When he starts fucking into you, it’s intense. You’re watching him disappear inside of you. He says something but you aren’t listening. “Don’t tell me you’re cock drunk already?” He chuckles. He pushes you back by your chest, shoving his thumb into your mouth. “Such a good girl.” Your mouth makes his cock twitch slightly. You’re tight around Simon and he moans out. “So. Fucking. Good.” He groans between thrusts. You’re surprised how vocal he is.

You feel a high approaching already and he notices how wet you’re getting on him. He bites his lip. Lowering his gaze so that he can watch his big cock disappear into your little hole. He’s gritting his teeth, keeping a steady pace and you tilt your head back. “Ah! S-Simon-“ you whimper. “S’alright. You can cum baby.” He mumbles, leaning down slightly and attaching his lips to yours for the first time. It sends you right into a su space, the softness of his lips has you disappearing. Your moans get muffled by him as he fucks you through your first high. It won’t be your last of the night. Your thighs shake as he overstimulates you. Not giving you anytime to adjust to him. “Fuck you get so tight on me when you cum.” He groans. He starts to rock his hips into yours a little faster than before. He’s eager, wanting his own high. “Why don’t you ride me, hm?” You nod your head. He slides out of you, moving so that you can sit up. When he lays down you straddle him, lowering yourself onto him. Hissing at the new angle, he’s going too deep. He chuckles. “It’s okay.” You rock your hips up, turning around to see how far you’re taking him down. “Try to take all of me.” He mumbles. “I-I can’t.” He chuckles. “You can. Just relax for me.” You nod your head, if you wanted to stop now, he’d let you obviously. He runs his hands up your thighs, resting on your hips. He licks his lips when he forces your hips down onto him, a gasp leaving your lips as he bottoms out again. Your legs weaken and you rest yourself onto him.

You give yourself a second to adjust and he doesn’t try to make you. Letting you rock your hips into him, getting used to it. Pretty soon, you’re bouncing on his cock, moaning out. He’s smiling a lazy smile at you, loving how dirty it is. You’re addicted to him, chasing your high on his cock. He’s getting close and he can tell you’re close too by the way you’re tightening around him and the intensity of your moans. He’s panting hard, thighs clenching and lower stomach knotting up. That sweet knot was going to unravel and against his better judgement, if you don’t stop. He’s going to fill your little pussy full of his cum. You’re rocking back and fourth in him, feeling so good. He loves seeing it, loves seeing you pleasure yourself on him. It’s just a bonus that he gets to watch it, and cum too. This is so much better than jerking off. It’s all he’s done to cum in the last few years. He wanted to make a move on you sooner but knew it was a bad idea. He grips your thighs, helping guide you onto him. “Got me fucking close baby.” He groans. “M-me too.” You pant. Your eyes are watering from being overwhelmed. He lifts his hips into yours, getting frustrated and holding you up so he can thrust up into you. “Oh fuck-“ his voice cracks and a whimper leaves his lips. “I’m gonna cum.” He pants. “Fuck I’m gonna cum baby-“ he cries. “Me too Simon-“ a gasp leaves your lips when you hit your second high, feeling his warmth spill into your depths. Filling you up. Your lips are parted and you’re resting your hands on his chest. Feeling him leak down out of you.

You climb off him, going to stand up but he stops you, pulling you back into him. “Relax.” He breathes. “Sleep here.” He mumbles. Pulling you into his front. “Simon-“ he stops you. “We can talk more about this tomorrow alright? But you need sleep, and I got you. I always got you. Just sleep for now.” He breathes. Feeling his warmth and the way his arms are wrapping around you is too much. You feel your eyes getting heavy.

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Touch | Kaz Brekker

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smut | mutual masturbation requests info w.c | 4.4k summary | Kaz is convinced you're angry with him, angry enough to leave him. Despite Jesper's reassurance, Kaz is utterly convinced you're about to leave him. He sends Inej to spy on you, he needs to understand what he did wrong...so he can win you back.

I've only read half of Six of Crows and have seen Season 1 of the show (rewatching it before I watch Season 2). So I apologize if I get things wrong Lore-wise. If I do get something wrong, please feel free to help correct me so I don't get it wrong again. I don't know much about Ketterdam or about the correct terminology about how to describe Ketterdam, please be patient and bear with me while I'm learning.

Possible part 2? ;)

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You were angry with him, Kaz was sure of it.

He didn't know what he said or what he did, but he knew he did something. You had been avoiding him, tucking yourself away in the back corners of the Crow Club, or running off with Jesper. You usually spent most of the day wherever Kaz was, in his office, or lounging in your shared bedroom until Kaz needed you. The two of you had been together for about a year now, and he knew you better than you knew yourself. That's how he knew you were angry with him, and by the lack of attention you were giving him you must be really angry with him. It made his stomach churn uncomfortably.

Jesper, who happened to be your closest friend, tried to reassure Kaz that you weren't upset with him but Kaz didn't believe him. Surely if you weren't angry, you'd tell him that yourself. Yet you sent Jesper to talk to Kaz on your behalf, had he really screwed up to the point of receiving the silent treatment? What on Earth had he done? Was he spending too much time away from you? There was a rather complex job he had been swept up in recently, along with someone with sticky fingers skimming from the pot. Or worse, were you finally becoming impatient with his touch aversion? Despite being together for as long as you two have been, he has yet to touch you at all. Not even a light kiss, nothing.

Kaz has briefly opened up to you about Jordie, about the firepox, and of course about Pekka Rollins. You knew why Kaz couldn't bear the feel of skin, but maybe you finally had enough. He knew you had sexual needs not being met, knew you were quite promiscuous before you had begun dating him. He felt insecure about that sometimes, about how it felt like you were sacrificing something to be with him. What if the sacrifice wasn't worth it anymore? Were you cheating on him? No, you wouldn't do that. You were many things but cruel wasn't one of them, Kaz has never known you to do a single cruel thing to anybody.

Still the fear kept clawing at the inside of his head, is that why you were spending so much time away from him? Why you kept sneaking off with Jesper? Did Jesper know about this? Was he covering for you? Kaz knows that Jesper is quite promiscuous himself, in fact that's how you met Jesper. A exciting night on the town before you had joined the Crows, which led you to Jesper's bed. Of course, the two of you realized you had no romantic or sexual chemistry and opted instead to see what trouble you could get up to in Ketterdam. That's how you ended up meeting Kaz, Jesper had brought you to him when you were in need of work. You joined the Crows, and the rest is history.

Despite how hard he tried not to, Kaz fell in love with you. He didn't show it, or say it really other than the one time he did say it. But he thought you knew, that's how you two worked. Neither of you required words or actions to know how you felt, but maybe Kaz had been wrong. Was he neglecting your needs? Did you feel satisfied and loved by Kaz? Were you seeking companionship and affection elsewhere? He couldn't stop his mind from spiraling, it was beginning to impact his ability to run the Crow Club. He often found himself distracted when his eyes landed on the empty spot you usually occupied next to him. It's what led him to seek out Inej, and ask her to do something he wasn't particularly proud of.

"You want me to what?" Her voice was incredulous, you were also a close friend of Inej's. She didn't feel right spying on you, and the seriousness in Kaz's gaze unnerved her.

"I need to know if...if she's seeing somebody else." Kaz explained, his head hung low and his gloved palms pressed flat against his desk.

"She isn't." Inej states firmly, she knows you're head over heels for Kaz. You've been utterly enamored by Kaz since you first laid eyes on him.

"She's been distant. Is asleep before I come to bed and is gone before I wake up. Spends more time with Jesper than she used to, hardly looks me in the eye. Something is wrong. I've done something. I've driven her away somehow, I need you to tell me who she's been seeing." Kaz says, his teeth gritting at the thought of someone else touching you, seeing your bare skin. Kaz needs to know who he is... so they can talk. Inej can't help but admit that your behavior has been odd lately, though she still doesn't think you're cheating on Kaz.

"Kaz-"

"She's going to leave me. It's a matter of time. Can I count on you to do this for me?" Kaz interrupts, this isn't a discussion. It's not something he's keen on discussing in depth either. He just needs to know. Kaz knows he's being unfair, he can see the way Inej has always looked at him. He feels guilty for taking advantage of her affections for him to ensure she spies on you, but he can't last another second without knowing.

"Yes, of course. I'll report back to you once I've learned who he is." She's out the window before Kaz even hears her move. He sucks in a shaky breath, he loves you. More than he's comfortable with if he's being honest, and the thought of you leaving him for someone who's comfortable touching you makes him angry enough to kill whomever the man is on sight. Angry enough to beat him until he's bloody and damn near unrecognizable. Kaz is a bastard of the barrel after all, they don't call him Dirtyhands for no reason.

Inej has been shadowing you for most of the day. You spent most of the day with Jesper, gambling, having drinks, searching for trouble. You had spent a bit of time quietly talking with Jesper, but the two of you know better than to talk loudly. You know spies like Inej exist, Kaz made sure to teach you how to keep your voice hushed. There was a pained look on your face as you sat with Jesper outside a pub. He had one of his classic warm expressions on his face, the one he uses to coax the truth out of you. He'd been victim to Kaz's anxious pestering and had decided to confront you about it. Inej hugged one of the nearby roofs, and tried to get close enough to listen.

"You can't tell anybody this Jes, I'm not joking." You say seriously and he nods instantly, scooting closer to you as your voice drops. You'd been having a problem lately, one you desperately wanted Kaz to fix but knew he couldn't.

"C'mon you know I wouldn't blab your secrets." He says with a playful smile, doing his best to ease your nerves. Jesper has also noticed you were spending more time with him than usual, but never questioned it because you were practically his sister. He loved spending time with you, but had begun to wonder if your relationship with Kaz was struggling. His concerns only heightened once he noticed how wound up Kaz seems to be about it.

"Is...everything okay with Kaz?" Jesper asks carefully, watching the look of disdain cross onto your face. Inej strains her ears, only catching Kaz's name.

"Yes. No. I don't know. It's all my fault." You push your head into your hands, feeling your entire body flush. The reason you'd been spending so much time with Jesper wasn't because you're angry with Kaz, it's because you feel no sexual attraction to Jesper. You could finally relax around him, being with Kaz all day has slowly gotten more and more difficult. You find yourself following the lines of his body with your eyes, the space between your legs dampening when you see Kaz's jaw tense or his fingers curl around his cane. He was driving you mad, you needed him so badly it was hard to think about anything else. You craved Kaz but you know you can't ask him to help with this particular problem...he isn't ready yet. That's fine, you'll wait forever if that's what it takes, but you don't want him to feel like he's neglecting you. Which is why you'd been avoiding him.

"Talk. What's bugging you? You're really starting to freak Kaz out." Jesper says softly, tilting his bottle back to swallow the alcohol inside it. Your heart sinks.

"I am? Shit." You didn't think he noticed with how busy he's been lately. Clearly he paid more attention to you than you originally thought. "Nothing is wrong, really. I'm just...frustrated."

"Why? What has he done?"

"No Jes, I'm frusrtated." You say, cheeks heating once the look of realization crosses onto his face. He chuckles.

"Oh. A year of unexpected celibacy hasn't done you any good has it?" Jesper teases, and you reach over to shove him. Inej is only catching pieces of the conversation, but the word 'celibacy' stands out like it's been outlined in neon lights. Okay, so if Jesper is teasing you about being celibate, you're clearly not cheating on Kaz.

"The first thing you need to do is be honest with Kaz. He's starting to spiral, I think." Jesper says and you feel guilt surge through you like you'd been dumped in cold water. You didn't want to worry Kaz, you just didn't want him to feel guilty for something that isn't his fault.

"Second thing you need to do is figure out a way Kaz can help you get off without having to touch you." Jesper says, as if that's the easiest thing in the world. Your cheeks color red, and you take the bottle out of Jesper's hand to take a drink. Inej definitely heard that, the more drunk you two get the less careful you are. She slinks back over the roof, knowing that she no longer needs to follow you.

"How on Earth can Kaz make me cum without touching me?" You know you should probably feel more bashful talking to Jesper about this than you do, but the first time you met him you nearly had sex with him. He's seen your entire body bare and it was halfway through the evening that the two of you came to the conclusion that it just wasn't working for either of you. Thus is the reason why you're probably more comfortable with Jesper than you should be.

"Two words my naïve friend, mutual masturbation. That way both of you can get your rocks on without having to touch each other." Jesper says, sly smile making its way onto his face once he sees the gears turning in your head.

"I am not naïve." You complain, drawing a laugh from Jesper.

"You know if Kaz ever finds out we spoke about this, he'll kill you." You mention and Jesper rolls his eyes.

"I'd like to see him try, gonna go talk to him now?" Jesper asks and you stand with a sigh.

"Yeah, I can't make him worry any longer."

Kaz was pacing back and forth in his office the entire time Inej was gone. He barely heard her re-enter through the open window, and when he laid eyes on her the first thing he noticed was her flushed complexion.

"Well? Who is he?" He asked expectantly, his heart already sinking in his stomach. She caught you sleeping with another man, that's why she looks so bashful. Why she has a hard time meeting his eye. She caught you cheating on him.

"Kaz...she isn't cheating on you." Inej says finally, and Kaz feels his eyebrows pull together.

"No, that's the only logical explanation. She has to be. What did she do today?" He demands, not at all believing Inej.

"Went drinking with Jesper, and I overheard their conversation." She begins, and Kaz stays silent, urging her to continue. There's tension in his shoulders and on his face, though Inej doesn't really know how to explain what she heard.

"I think it would be better to let Y/N explain. Trust me when I say she isn't cheating, and she should be on her way here now." Inej says and as if on cue there's a knock on his office door. He turns to face Inej again, but she's already gone. Kaz turns to open the door, and is unsurprised when he sees you standing in the hallway with a guilty look on your face. He opens the door wider to let you in, and you enter his office quickly pacing in front of his desk. Kaz closes the door behind you, watching you with nervous eyes.

"My love, please talk to me." He hates pleading, hates how weak he sounds but he can't help it. He can see the distress on your face, can see the tension being held in your body. He wants to fix it, and for a second he goes to pull you against his chest. He wants to hold you, but he feels panic crawling up his neck at the thought of touching you. Curse Pekka Rollins for damaging him the way he has, for causing this rift in his relationship.

"Kaz I promise I didn't mean to make you worry. I still love you." You rush out, needing him to know that first. Some of the worry eases then, but the concern is still there.

"I love you too darling, what's wrong? Talk to me." Kaz pushes again, taking a step closer to you. His eyes study your face, your cheeks are flushed, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you nibble anxiously.

"I'm well...I just feel uh frustrated." You say, putting it the same way you described it to Jesper hoping that Kaz catches on as Jesper did.

"Are you angry with me, love?" Kaz asks and you want to kiss him all over his face when you notice the adorably confused look on his face.

"No, not that kind of frustrated." You try again, and Kaz's eyebrows pinch together. Finally you see a look of understanding dawn his features and your cheeks turn even darker. So he was partially right, your sexual needs are not being met and you've finally begun to feel wound up. Kaz knew this would happen eventually, he's been hoping you don't leave him because of it.

"B-But I have an idea... if you're up for it." You start carefully, and Kaz swallows thickly. He's not sure he's ready to touch you, he wants to, can feel the urge bubbling beneath his skin. But he isn't there yet.

"Sweetheart I'm not sure I can touch you just yet," Kaz begins gently, guilt on his face as his eyes soften.

"You don't have to, just hear me out...please?" You beg, and the needy look in your eyes nearly makes his knees buckle. You feel like you could combust at any moment, the heat coursing through you is suffocating. Kaz has seen you naked by now, but neither of you have ever done anything like this.

"You could make me feel good, b-but I'll be your hands. Your voice alone could make me cum Kaz." You say shyly, watching his eyebrows shoot up at your words.

"You could make yourself feel good too, w-we could do it together." You explain, watching warmth crawl up Kaz's neck. A look you don't recognize crosses onto Kaz's face, it makes your entire body feel boneless at the intensity in his eyes.

"My pretty girl wants me to help her masturbate? Is that it?" His voice is low, a near purr and it sends heat straight between your thighs. Kaz knows you need more from him, and if his voice is how he can help meet your sexual needs then he'll do it. He'll do damn near anything if you ask him to. You nod instantly, already feeling tingles going south.

"Sit on the couch." He says, his voice rough as he pulls his office chair out to sit down in front of his desk. Before he sits, he turns for his office door.

"Undress." His voice is commanding, as is his presence in the room. You feel your heart hammering against your ribcage as your shaky palms shed your clothing layer by layer. Kaz also closes and locks the window before he sits back in his office chair. His eyes drink up every inch of bare skin that is slowly being revealed to him. You sit back against the couch once your undergarments fall to the floor and you're naked before him. You feel nervous, but the heat in his gaze is enough to make arousal pool between your legs.

"Spread your legs for me my love, I want to see you." He says, his voice still holding its commanding tone. It was obvious that despite the fact that he isn't touching you he's still very much in charge here- totally in control of your pleasure. You do as he asks, shyly spreading your legs and revealing your glistening folds to him. Kaz feels his pants tighten at the sight of you, you're practically dripping onto his couch.

"My poor girl, look at you. Must have been in desperate need of release for days. You should have came to me sooner, love." Kaz says softly, his voice making your body heat up. You nod fervently, your skin buzzing and you haven't even begun touching yourself yet. Subconsciously you seem to have submit to him already, accepting that he's the one in control. That you can't do anything without his say so, you should have known that he would be domineering in bed.

"Show me how you touch yourself when I'm not around." Kaz instructs and you send him a bashful look. You've never had such a direct audience to such an intimate moment before, but there's nobody else you could imagine doing this for. You lean back comfortably against the couch, your eyes landing on Kaz and you seriously have to bite your lip to keep from moaning at the sight of him. He's lounging back in his office chair like a King sat upon his throne. His legs are spread, and there's an obvious bulge in his pants. His eyes are dark and lust blown, his gaze glued between your legs.

You snake a palm down your stomach, your fingers lightly teasing your clit causing you to throw your head back.

"Keep your eyes on me." Kaz demands and you can't help but obey. You lift your head to keep your eyes on him as your fingers swirl circles on your clit.

"Tell me what to do Kaz, please." You whine, and the desperation in your voice makes his dick twitch. You see him subtly adjust himself as your fingers continue to play with your clit and run down along your slit. Kaz swallows harshly, his mind feeling unfocused and all he can do is watch the way you play with yourself.

"Push one finger inside yourself love, just one." He says breathlessly, and you obey and push one lithe finger in. You moan softly, pumping your finger but it's not enough. Your hips wriggle against the couch and Kaz can see that you need more.

"Play with your clit darling, and keep pumping that finger." Kaz instructs and the smooth undertone of his voice is making shivers run down your spine. Your other hand rubs harsh circles on your clit, and you feel like the temperature in the room has risen at least 10 degrees.

"You are breathtaking my love, an absolute vision." Kaz praises softly, he can't take his eyes away from your beautiful cunt. Your finger is wet with your slick every time it leaves your heat, and your lips are parted as soft moans escape you. He learned a long time ago that you like to be praised, that you crave those words of affection. He isn't big on being affectionate in public, but he usually compliments you every so often. If only to watch your cheeks darken and the goosebumps raise along your skin. He watches a shiver run down your spine at his words.

"You're doing so good my love, add another finger for me." Kaz says, and you push 2 fingers into your soaked cunt. Kaz palms himself through his pants, he's beginning to strain painfully against his pants.

"Kaz touch yourself, please I want to watch." You beg and Kaz swears in that moment he's died and gone to heaven. How could someone as beautiful and perfect as you be spread out naked on his couch? And yet he's still too afraid to touch you. He swallows thickly as he continues to watch you thrust your fingers into your cunt, and he's scrambling to open his pants enough to pull himself free. As soon as his cock is freed he's releasing a sigh of relief.

"Go faster my love, I want to watch you ruin that tiny little cunt." Kaz nearly pleads and you instantly pick up the pace, slamming your fingers into yourself. You moan again once you feel that coil winding in your stomach and heat sears through your entire body when you watch Kaz wrap a gloved hand around himself. You watch with lidded eyes as he begins to pump his shaft slowly, a soft groan escaping his lips. This is by far the most erotic thing you've ever done, and you've had your fair share of lovers before you begun dating Kaz.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum Kaz, can I? Please?" You ask, needing his permission before you let yourself release. Kaz growls softly, his own hand speeding up and jerking himself faster. He can see how fucked out you looked, he could hardly fathom how you'd look once he actually works up the courage to touch you.

"Yes sweetheart, cum for me. Look me in the eyes darling." Kaz says, and your eyes lock onto his as you feel your orgasm wash over you. You cry out softly, your body convulsing as you gush all over your fingers. Kaz feels his own orgasm creeping up on him as he watches you cum, you've never looked more beautiful. You suddenly get an idea and pull yourself onto your knees before him, making sure to keep your hands to yourself. You sit between his spread legs and look up into his eyes, blinking your doe eyes up at him makes him groan softly.

"Cum on my face." You say it so casually Kaz almost doesn't hear you. He feels heat sear through him once he registers what you've said, and he keeps quickly pumping himself. His head tosses back as the pleasure builds, but he can't help but pull his gaze back to you. You're waiting with your mouth open, eyes fixed on his.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful on your knees before me. Don't move my love, let me cum on your face." Kaz gasps, feeling his orgasm hit him suddenly. His chest heaves as white ropes of cum land on your face, mostly in your mouth. You hum happily as you swallow it down, wiping it off your cheeks and licking it off your fingers. Kaz watches with hooded eyes as you smile up at him, and then he does something you don't expect.

He leans forward and briefly presses his lips against yours to give you a quick kiss. It's quick, but its the first skin to skin contact with Kaz you've ever had. You beam up at him, and he's never seen you look happier than you did in that moment. He feels guilt seeping into his mind, has he really deprived you so much that a simple kiss brings you so much joy? Do you feel satisfied with him or is he damning you to a lifetime of longing for more? Kaz feels his skin prickling uncomfortably, but he leans down and presses a more firm kiss to your lips. He wants you to feel fulfilled. His lips move softly against yours until he feels nausea turn in his stomach and he pulls away. His heart is racing and he has to repeat to himself that it's just you, just you sitting naked in his office. He's safe, everything is fine. He has to repeat this to himself to keep the oncoming panic attack away.

All because of a simple kiss.

"Don't push yourself my love." You remind him softly as you lift yourself from the floor. He wants to reach out and take you in his arms, wants to press his face against the soft skin of your tummy. But he can't and he hates himself for it. Hates that you have to baby him and deprive yourself of the intimacy he knows you crave.

"Was this good my love, was it enough?" Kaz asks softly, hating how vulnerable he sounds. You turn, surprise on your face as you look at him.

"It was perfect Kaz, what's wrong?" You ask softly, reaching down to start pulling your clothes on.

"Are you happy with me? Am I fulfilling your needs?" Kaz tucks himself back into his pants and watches as you put your clothes back on. You look like a Goddess as you do.

"Kaz being with you has made me the happiest I've ever been in my life. You always make sure I want for nothing, where is this coming from?" You ask sadly, and your heart is breaking. How could he ever think he isn't enough for you as he is?

"You were sexually frustrated but didn't feel comfortable telling me because...because I can't touch you. Doesn't that bother you?" Kaz asks, hesitantly meeting your eye when you move to stand in front of him.

"Kaz...I just didn't want to make you feel bad. I don't mind that you can't touch me, I love you as you are." You reassure him but he still holds so much tension in his shoulders.

"You say that now. But can you handle not being touched...forever? I don't think you'll feel the same way 10 years from now." Kaz says, already having made his mind up on the matter.

"Kaz-"

"I want to take that step with you Y/N, I will overcome my...aversion...to ensure I meet all of your needs. Especially your sexual needs. Just be patient with me, please." Kaz says softly and you feel your heart swell at his promise. You nod with a soft smile, wishing you could wrap your arms around him and inhale his scent.

"I love you Kaz, always." You promise and you finally see the tension ebbing away from his shoulders.

"I love you darling."

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the-weeb-of-the-uchiha · 15 days

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"Once more, I had to put in extra hours. Most likely, Y/N is dozing off. I should enter silently." He pondered in his head.

Nanami strolled down the apartment building's hall, checking his watch. While searching for the correct door key, he gets closer to the door. Loud music caught his attention. The fact that it was your own playlist was the only thing that caught his attention.

Nanami believed it was considerate of you to know he didn't enjoy your music and thought it was strange.

"She normally sleeps around this time."

Entering the apartment, he placed his bag and coat on the hook at the entrance. The sound of the shower was audible to him. Taking off his tie by loosening his shirt. He walked into the kitchen to be welcomed by a note on the counter.

" Darling I also walked in the house late. The food is in the fridge. I might not be sleeping." Love, wifey

As he read the sick note, a slight smile curled across his face. He couldn't help but smile at your handwriting. It made him happy. He slowly walked towards your bedroom but stopped as soon as he saw the bathroom door wide open. You had just closed the shower curtain and didn't notice him. You just kept singing. But he could not deny that what little he saw of your body had not aroused him.

"Damn it," he thought to himself.

Then he remembered something he promised you when the both of you first rented the apartment. He decided to undress right there and suddenly got in the shower.

"AH-" You almost let out a full scream before I covered your mouth.

"Wifey, calm down; it's just me," he said while uncovering your mouth.

"I was genuinely scared, Nanami!" You hit his chest multiple times before he stopped your hand.

"I'm sorry. I'll say something next time." He started to wrap his hand around your waist.

It was so small in his embrace. He could not restrain himself any longer. He trailed light-hearted kisses down your collarbone. He could tell you were genuinely upset. You would have normally given in to his flirting as soon as it started. This time, you just turned around to continue bathing.

"Wifey, don't be upset. You made me react on impulse." He turned your body to face him.

He pulled you in for a passionate kiss and pushed your body against the shower wall to pick you up.

"Nanami, wait, we might fall!". He liked to see you worried. "Don't worry about it, Princess.

He knew what that word meant to you. It made her act like a teenager who had just fallen in love. He preferred to call you wifey and only used Princes in case he was in a tight situation and had no other options. He could see it on your face; your cheeks were turning red.

"Princess, you have to let me do this."

"I know what you're doing, Nanami!""

"You are not fooling anybody yourself. You're already wet."

"It's from…"

"Don't blame it on the water."

He could not help but chuckle at the excuses. You could see he was getting rather impatient.

"Na-Nanami I can feel the tip."

"I thought I was being sneaky." Just as he said, He shoved the rest in one go. Your voice filled the bathroom with moans and screams.

"Does it feel good princess? I know I have been neglecting that sweet puss- ahh"

He had turned you on. The way his voice caressed your ears. You felt pain but the pleasure was sure to overcome it soon. That was always the way with your husband. The way his cock rubbed against your gummy walls was the best feeling. The only thing that was sitting on your mind other than feeling of his cock inside you was the fact that he was not moving.

"Nanami why aren't you moving ."

"Do you want me to then princess"

"..."

"If you want something you must learn to ask for it princess maybe even beg"

You knew exactly what he wanted from you. You kinda didn't want to but you were quick to give in. If that is what he wanted. You put on a cute face and batted you lashes.

"Please get me pregnant honey"

He wasted no time thrusting his swollen cock in and out of you. Tears started to fill your eyes as his paced quickened. Your moans mixed in with him grunting echoed through out the bathroom traveling further. His glasses slowly falling off of his face. You take them off one hand holding onto his neck. You were so close but your back continues to hit the shower wall.

"H-Honey can we ta- ah"

Your husband stops his pace to letting you breathe. It took you a few minuets to catch your breath. You could feel your self tightening around him.

"What is t-groans "

"sorry "

"what's the matter princess"

"Can we go to the bed my backs hurting"

"Sure we can princess"

He leaves a kiss on your lips before taking you out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

a/n : This was hard as fuck. I went weak at the end. I'm sorry 🙏

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klausysworld · 11 months

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Could you do a one shot based on bored from billie eilish, where Y/n leaves Klaus in the end and he realizes the mistakes he made, leaving and cheating on her

Never Enough

The games you played were never fun (mm)

You'd say you'd stay but then you'd run (ah)

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Klaus Mikaelson isn’t an easy man to love.

He pushes me away at every chance he gets.

But as soon as I would leave him be then he was back at my door, chasing my attention.

It took far too long to get used to his games. That’s all love is to him, a game. Feelings are toys and so are people, entertainment for him to thrive upon.

And even after I had realised it, I couldn’t stop myself from loving him.

So, somehow every empty promise he gave me, I believed him. Or maybe I just wanted to believe him and that was enough.

But it got to the point where it was just too much to bypass.

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Givin' you what you're beggin' for

Givin' you what you say I need

I don't want any settled scores

I just want you to set me free

Givin' you what you're beggin' for

Givin' you what you say I need

Say I need

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And yet, even when I knew he had been with another women, when he had treated me as though I were nothing but an object for his pleasure, I found myself apologising to him.

“You know that I love you, I’ve always been there for you. I would never do this to you” I yelled but he only looked angrier

“You love me? You barely look at me! We don’t talk, we don’t touch! We have nothing worth my time!” He bellowed

“I try to” I whispered and he sighed, his hands running down his face

“You have it in your head that I’m doing all of these things, I have been here every step of the way through your incisive whining! You’re sensitivity and your insecurities! I have been right here but I am tired of picking you up, it’s pathetic, it’s boring.” He shouted, his finger pointing at me as he took menacing steps toward me and I followed suit and rushed backwards. His hand came down harshly beside my head against the wall making my body flinch away from the loud noise of impact. I anxiously looked up to him and nodded

“I’m sorry” I whispered “I’ll be better” But he only shook his head, his hand grabbed my jaw forcing me to keep my eyes on his

“There’s no point in this anymore, you don’t want it” he mumbled

“Of course I want this, I love you. Klaus please don’t leave me, not again, please. Please Klaus it’s cruel to do this, just tell me what you want me to do. You know I’d do anything for you” I pleaded, tears running down my face as I held the wrist of the hand on my face.

“Anything?” He questioned

“Anything at all”

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I'm not afraid anymore

What makes you sure you're all I need?

Forget about it

When you walk out the door and leave me torn

You're teachin' me to live without it

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And I truly did everything I could to have him love me even the slightest bit. For him to want me even if it was just for my body. Because I loved him so ridiculously much that it didn’t matter to me if I was just a toy to him, I’d rather it be him than anybody else.

And after a while, the fear was gone.

The screaming matches were just part of the game.

I could hold up my own and fight back at him, rile him up and push him over the edge.

The only thing that still hurt was when he left.

The echo of the door slamming shut rings through my head all of the time.

My knees gave out the second the door closed. I collapsed down to the floor, tears flowing down to the ground despite no sound leaving my lips. My nails pierced through the skin of my arms as I held onto myself. I hated everything about this. It always ended like this, I always ended up just that much more pathetic.

I hated the shell of who I was. Who I am now.

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Bored

I'm so bored

So bored

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Sitting at him waiting for him for hours was just torture. I knew exactly where he was.

Who’s body his hands were all over.

Who’s mouth was on his.

Who’s bed he was breaking.

But I remained in his bed, waiting for him. Whether it was for him to yell at me and throw things or to just lay beside me and slowly, reluctantly put an arm around me.

He didn’t want anything to do with me anymore but I couldn’t find it within me to let him go.

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I'm home alone, you're God-knows-where (mm)

I hope you don't think that shit's fair (ah)

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“Fair!? You want to talk about what’s fair Klaus? It is not fair that you get to go and fuck whoever you want and then come back and torture me for breathing the wrong fucking air!” I screamed

“If you knew what I was doing then why the hell are you still here? Get out! I don’t want you anymore!”

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Givin' you all you want and more

Givin' you every piece of me

I don't want love I can't afford

I just want you to love for free

Can't you see that I'm gettin' bored?

Givin' you every piece of me

Piece of me

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But once again when I left like he said, well there he was back in my room of my new apartment.

“Shh love, you know neither of us meant that. You know that I love you and I know you love me too.” He murmured while wrapping both arms around me, his chin on too my head.

“I have nothing left to give you” I whispered looking into his chest. “You shouldn’t have come back” I mumbled “please leave”

“We’re destined to be together. You’re all I need, you just have to give me your love, it’s all I could ever want” he countered

“Then why wasn’t I ever enough?” I questioned sadly

“You’ve never truly allowed me to own your heart, I needed it”

“And sleeping with other girls gave you that?” I laughed breathlessly and pressed my forehead to his shoulder

“They made it easier to push you away. But I know that you’re what I truly desire, you’re exactly what I need. I want to marry you.”

“Please don’t lie to me”

“Why would I lie? What do I have to loose?” He asked. I shut my eyes in mental turmoil, was he saying he was nothing without me or that I was nothing?

I think I knew it was the latter but ai just refused to let it be true in my mind.

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I'm not afraid anymore

What makes you sure you're all I need?

Forget about it

When you walk out the door and leave me torn

You're teachin' me to live without it

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It didn’t even hurt when I saw him in our bed with another random blonde.

His head turned to me with that stupid expression on his face before he hurried to follow me down the stairs

“Love!” He called as I reached the front door “y/n, sweetheart, please” he murmured grabbing my shoulder so I would face him. “Forgive me my love, I-“

“It’s fine Klaus” I muttered tiredly and he frowned

“What?” He whispered confusion evident on his face as he took a step closer, only boxers on his body and he was clearly still hard, apparently his blondes weren’t as fulfilling as he had hoped.

“I don’t care anymore Klaus, really it’s fine. Just do whatever you want but for the love of God please just don’t do if in the bed I sleep beside you in” I sighed and he grabbed my hand

“You aren’t upset? Or mad? You aren’t yelling…” he listed with a ludicrous look on his face

“You need to wash your hands” I mumbled with a grimace and he quickly retracted them

“You should be shouting at me” he told me and my brows furrowed

“You want me to yell at you?”

“Don’t you care?”

“Not anymore”

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Bored

I'm so bored

So bored

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Klaus wasn’t expecting her to sound so tired. So done with everything.

He didn’t really believe she would leave properly.

But when he received a letter in the mail the next day requesting he leave he be, he knew he’d finally pushed her over the edge.

The sick truth was that Klaus enjoyed taking her live and destroying it. He enjoyed hurting her in a way that only he would be able to. He was a sadistic being who after years on being labelled a monster, finally embraced it.

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Givin' you what you're beggin' for

Givin' you what you say I need

I don't want any settled scores

I just want you to set me free

Givin' you what you're beggin' for

Givin' you what you say I need

Say I need

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But sat alone in his room, nobody to hold when he felt empty, he realised she was actually an important person in his life.

Despite all the girls he had, none of them seemed to give him anything.

As much as he craved emotionless sex, he found that when the women also had no care towards him, it wasn’t what he wanted.

Y/n looked at him like he was everything she had ever wanted. She touched him like he were the most desirable thing on the planet. Her hands were soft and she wanted to please him, she always made it about him, she told him how good he made her feel and how much she loved him.

He missed how she would sit with him in his art room with her crisps and soda while comments on the colours he chose and complimented his composition choices.

He missed her annoying laugh and sleepy smile.

He missed the state of her hair when she first woke up, the way she would struggle against him and refuse his kisses because she had ‘morning breath’.

He missed her cooking and baking, the way she made his coffee and the shitty shows she had him watch.

He missed their arguments, he missed her tears. He missed how she would fall back into his arms and prove to him that her love for him was true.

He missed her.

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I'm not afraid anymore

What makes you sure you're all I need?

Forget about it

And when you walk out the door and leave me torn

You're teachin' me to live without it

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Calling her phone got him nowhere, his voicemails were never answered.

His witches couldn’t locate her.

All he had left of her was the memory of the empty look in her eyes as she left him.

The clothes in his drawer that she didn’t grab when she rushed away.

The clothes he held to his face each night to help him fall asleep.

The pillow he hugged to his chest to remind him of her.

But it wasn’t her.

He would never have her again.

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pastelalchemy · 11 months

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your first date:

warnings: none.

simon 'ghost' riley took you to your favourite restaurant for dinner. he made sure everything was perfect, even booking out a private room so the two of you could have conversations without anybody listening in.

when he first saw you, simon's breath hitched in his throat at how beautiful you looked. you were wearing a floral sun dress and had your hair styled so perfectly, simon could have sworn you were an angel sent down from heaven. "you look beautiful," he whispered to you, holding out his arm for you to take.

you blushed, muttering a silent 'thank you' before wrapping your arm around his own and walking into the restaurant.

simon pulled the waiter aside and whispered something before the two of you were directed into a side room. although the room was small, it was beautiful and elegantly decorated, a single table for two in the middle of the room. "here you are," the waiter said, pulling out your chair and motioning for you to sit down.

you smiled at the waiter and sat down, watching as simon sat down too and the waiter disappear. "this is beautiful," you smiled softly at simon.

"you deserve the best," simon replied, taking a menu from the middle of the table and passing it to you.

"you're going to make me blush," you said, taking the menu from him and scanning the pages. you already knew what you wanted, it was your favourite restaurant of course, but you pretended to look anyway as to seem so eager.

finally the waiter returned to take your food and drink order, disappearing and reappearing promptly with your glass of wine and beer for simon. "food shall be with you momentarily," the waiter said. you both nodded.

"so, simon," you said, sipping your wine. "what do you do for work?"

simon looked away from you awkwardly as if you had just asked an extremely scandalous question but cleared his throat and answered. "i'm in the military."

"oh," you said, placing your wine on the table. "i suppose there's nothing much you can tell me about your job then?" simon nodded his head, gulping his beer. "don't worry simon, i understand."

"you do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"of course," you replied, the ghost of a smile spreading across your lips.

the two of you continued talking throughout the night, eating your food and ordering more drinks: all-in-all having a great time. the two of you talked a lot about your life since there wasn't much simon could tell you about himself. but, simon was more interested in hearing about your life than talking about his anyway.

when you had finished your food and packed up on the drinks, simon looked at your pink-plush cheeks and grinned. "you ready to head home?" he asked, standing up and holding his hand out to you.

"but i'm having such a good time," you responded with a pout, but taking his hand and standing up.

"well if it's okay with you, i'd like to take you out again," simon said, gazing deeply into your eyes.

"i'd like that," you replied softly. you realised you were still holding his large hand and let go slowly, letting your hand drop to your side nervously.

"come," he said leading you out of the small room. he paid the rather large bill and waited outside for a taxi. as you were waiting he noticed you shiver silently to yourself. "cold?" he asked, eyeing you up and down.

"a little," you replied, wrapping your arms around yourself. "i should have brought a coat."

"here, take mine."

before you could even protest, simon had taken off his coat and wrapped it around your frame. you immediately melted into the warmth and whispered "thank you."

"it's no trouble."

when the taxi arrived, you and simon funnelled in, quickly putting your seatbelts on. simon gave your address to the driver and within a few minutes you were parked outside your house. the two of you climbed out of the taxi and simon walked you to your door. you turned on your heels and placed your hands on his broad chest, smiling up at him. "i had a wonderful time tonight, ghost," you said, mocking his nickname.

"as did i," he replied. you went to take off his coat and hand it back, but the giant shook his head causing you to frown.

"it's your coat!" you exclaimed.

"yeah but, if you keep it, i know i'll see you again," simon smirked, winking at you.

"you'll definitely be seeing me again, simon," you smiled. you pressed your lips to his cheeks and turned back to your door, unlocking it. "i'll see you soon."

"see you soon y/n," simon smiled, watching as you walked safely into your home and lock the door behind you. simon's heart was racing as he turned off your porch and began to walk himself home.

könig took you out on a picnic at the park. it was the height of summer so it was lovely and warm outside, a slight breeze settled in the air. although it was 9pm, the sun was still shining overhead as the two of you found a secluded spot near a lake and laid out the picnic blanket. "i hope it is to your liking?" könig asked, looking you up and down as you settled yourself on the blanket.

"are you kidding? it's perfect!" you exclaimed, looking through the picnic basket at all the goodies he had brought.

könig couldn't help but blush and smile at your enthusiasm. "i am glad."

you giggled at his shy nature and grabbed onto his arm, pulling him down to sit next to you. "get comfortable," you said to him.

"yes ma'am," he replied nervously, his body relaxing slightly as you smiled at him.

being an extremely shy person in general was difficult for könig, but being around you, well, just seemed to make him shyer. you picked up on this immediately, placing a hand on his and smiling at him softly. "don't be so nervous," you cooed.

"y-yes ma'am," he stuttered, causing you to laugh.

"and stop calling me ma'am," you teased poking your tongue out at him.

"sorry y/n," he smiled at you.

his smile made your heart flutter and you swiftly removed your hand from his and began to dig around the picnic basket. "what to have first," you mused, fingers dancing along all the sweet treats placed neatly inside.

"anything you want, liebe," he whispered, watching as your beautiful eyes twinkled in the sunlight.

"what does that mean?" you asked, taking a bite of chocolate.

"what?"

"liebe?" you asked, swallowing down the chocolate and looking up at him.

"oh," he rubbed his neck awkwardly. "means love."

"that's so sweet," you blushed. it was then that könig slipped his hand back into yours, lacing your fingers together. both of your hearts were beating rapidly at this out-going but neither of you said anything. instead, you rested your head on his shoulder and watched as the world went by, enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of you.

it was 11pm when you decided it best to head home, your hand was still laced with könig's as you both stood up. it really was peaceful outside and as the stars set overhead, you didn't want to be anywhere else. you slipped your hand out of his for a moment while you folded up the picnic blanket and placed it back inside the basket. all the while könig watched you, a soft smile on his face when you laced your fingers back with his.

"did you have a good time liebe?" he asked.

"it was perfect," you replied as you both began to stroll back to your home.

"would you maybe like to do it again sometime? maybe, something different?" he asked nervously, refusing to look at you while you answered.

you giggled at his nervousness once more and responded. "i'd love too."

könig breathed a sigh of relief at your answer, "gut, gut."

you blushed as he mumbled his response in german and continued to walk along park. it wasn't long before you reached your house, könig walking you to your front door before taking the picnic basket off of you - you had insisted you carry it home. "thank you könig," you whispered, dropping your hand out of his and placing it on his shoulder. "i had a wonderful time."

"me too," he breathed heavily at your touch, his face heating up. "i will see you again soon?"

"yes please," you said, dropping your hand from his shoulder and turning to unlock your front door. "stay in contact, yeah?" you smiled.

"of course," könig replied, watching as you stepped into your front door. "have a good night y/n."

"you too, liebe," you smirked, closing the door.

könig's face was bright red at this point at your attempt to speak german. he he turned around and began to walk to his house all while a smile sat on his face.

johnny 'soap' mactavish took you to the movies to see a film you had been dying to see for ages. he picked you up from your house in his car and had a bouquet of flowers ready to hand to you. when you opened the door and saw him, your eyes lit up, taking the flowers gently and muttering a shy 'thank you' before inviting him in.

you put the flowers in a vase and turned to johnny with a smile on your face. "i'm ready," you said.

johnny just nodded and offered his arm out to you, which you so graciously took. walking you to his car, johnny finally spoke. "you look beautiful."

you looked down at your casual clothes and blushed. "you don't look so bad yourself johnny." the car ride to the cinema, although short, was filled with laughter and catching up on how your week had been.

when you arrived, you funnelled out of the car quickly, waiting as johnny locked it before offering you his arm again. you took it and walked into the cinema, collecting your tickets, a large drink to share and loads of sweets treats. "are you excited?" he asked as you found your seats.

you nodded eagerly, "hell yeah! i've been waiting to see this film for ages! i think you'll like it too," you replied.

you watched the trailers and engaged in chit-chat while waiting for the actual movie to start. johnny listened intensely as you explained the plot of the movie, nodding his head in understanding. "sounds good," he said, stuffing his face with some sweets. you giggled and turned your attention to the final trailer, turning your phone off as to not be disturbed during the movie.

half-way through the movie, although you were enjoying it, you found yourself getting tired and so, you rested your head on johnny's shoulder. he looked down at you, eyes widened slightly, but relaxed as you nuzzled your head into him. "you okay?" he asked in a hush whisper.

"i'm good, just tired," you replied with a yawn.

"wanna go home?" he asked, looking down at you.

you shook your head and pouted, "no, now shh and watch the movie." johnny found himself chuckling at your childish antics before turning his attention back to the movie, watching with great interest.

when the movie finished, you stood up from your seat and looked down at johnny who stayed sitting down. "wasn't that amazing!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air.

"it was half decent actually," johnny smirked, standing up.

"just half decent?" you asked narrowing your eyes. "you don't know good films when you see one," you grinned pushing him lightly.

"let's get you home," johnny smiled softly at you, holding his hand out for you to take this time. you blushed at his gesture but took his hand and walked out of the cinema.

the car ride back was filled with chatter once more. you didn't want this date to end, but unfortunately it had too. when you parked up outside your house, johnny looked at you with soft eyes. "i had a great time," you said, looking deeply into his eyes. "even if you didn't enjoy the movie."

johnny's mouth hung open at your words and he laughed slightly. "i never said i didn't enjoy it," he protested. "i said it was half decent."

"we both know what that means mactavish," you grinned, turning to look at your door. you let out a soft sigh before turning your attention back to the man next to you. "i really did have a good time."

"me too," he responded.

you leaned over the seat and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving him almost too stunned to speak. "i'll see you again?" you asked hopefully.

"i'd be sad if you said no to another date," he smirked causing you to blush.

"next time, you can choose what we do," you both agreed silently as johnny nodded at you. "goodnight."

"sleep well y/n," johnny said, watching as you climbed out of the car and walk towards your door. he waited until you were in before driving off, thinking about where to take you on your next date.

john price took you to a coffee shop, one where you didn't work. you met at the coffee shop and immediately his face lit up when he saw you walking towards him. "glad you could make it," he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his warm embrace.

"i'm glad too," you smiled.

"you want some coffee? one you don't have to make?" he joked, walking into the coffee shop with you trailing behind him.

"sounds lovely," you replied, giving him your order.

"great, you grab us a seat and I'll be back with the coffees."

you grabbed a seat for two by the window and watched as john gave the cashier your order. it wasn't long before he was making his way to the table, two drinks in hand.

"here you go," he smiled, popping your drink in front of you.

"thank you john. hold on i have the money in my purse," you said, reaching into your bag to fish out some coins.

"no need," john chuckled, causing you to stop in your tracks, a shocked expression on your face. "this is a date, y/n. it's on me."

you blushed profusely as you put your purse back in your bag. "sorry, i just feel bad."

"don't," he said simply.

you eyed him wearily but realised he was being serious. your facial expression softened as he smiled at you. "so," you said, attempting to change the conversation. "how have you been?" you asked awkwardly.

"can't complain," he replied with a smirk. "yourself?"

"good," you responded.

the two of you talked for the rest of the date, laughing and making jokes. you quickly found out there was a lot of chemistry between you and john, something you had been yearning for for a long time. when the sun started to set, john offered to walk you home. naturally, you said yes, and the two of you began walking back to your apartment. it was a lovely walk, not too hot, not too cold and the company was much appreciated. as you reached your home, john turned to you.

"would you maybe like to go out on a second date?" he asked, looking down at the ground.

"i'd love that," you smiled as the two of you walked to your front door. "i guess this is goodnight."

"i guess it is," john repeated, a slight snicker in his voice.

"goodnight john," you said before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. he stammered out a goodnight and watched you head inside before turning his back. he let out a soft laugh as he thought back to the kiss you had gave him on the cheek before he began to make his own way home, whistling a tune of joy as he did.

phillip graves took you to the fanciest restaurant he could think of. he was all about trying to impress you immediately, and impressed you were. when you walked into the establishment, your jaw dropped as you looked from the chandeliers hanging from the ceilings to the exotic paintings on the walls. "phillip," you whispered, trying to grab his attention. "are we in the right place?" you asked, eyes wide with amazement.

phillip couldn't help but chuckle. "of course," his southern accent had you hanging on every word he said. the two of you waited a few moments to be seated and eventually were placed at the back of the restaurant, away from the noise.

"this is exquisite," you mumbled as you sat down.

"not almost as exquisite as you," Phillip responded.

a blush rose to your cheeks at his words and you giggled like a school girl. "thank you, phillip."

"not a problem doll," he winked at you. it was then that you both looked over the menu before ordering and waiting for food. "so y/n," phillip spoke, cutting the silence between you. "tell me about yourself."

and so you did. you told phillip all about your life: your job, your passions, you told him absolutely everything. and in return, he told you as much as he could about himself. you were interrupted momentarily when food was brought to you, but you immediately got back to the conversation at hand.

you found yourself becoming more and more entranced by phillip as the date went on. you wanted to know more about him, but he told you that you had to go on a few more dates with him before he truly opened up to you. you couldn’t help but smile as he said those words, knowing he wanted another date made you beyond happy.

when the time came to say goodbye, phillip was disappointed. he had really enjoyed his time with you, but was already planning your next extravagant escapade. “i had fun tonight,” you smiled at him softly.

“that makes two of us doll,” phillip smiled, his face leaning in closer to yours. you felt your heart leap through your throat as he pressed his lips to yours softly, albeit quickly, before pulling away. “see you again, Y/N.”

you blushed as you made your way into your house, touching your fingertips against your lips. you waved him goodbye before closing your door and slumping into it, a huge goofy grin on your face.

a/n || hey guys, i got a little too excited with simon and könig's first dates hah - i hope that you guys like this!

commissions are open here!

tags: @sarahs-secrets2 @alewesker

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gffa · 5 months

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I don't know if you have read about Filoni saying that anybody/everybody can use the force now, that it was GL's vision on the force which is clearly a misinterpretation imo, to me he's just trying to make excuses for his bad writting about Sabine in the Ahsoka series. I do like the idea of everyone being part of the living force but I hardly dislike to think that anyone can be force sensitive and "become a Jedi" like they are trying to imply now. I mean, being a Jedi is more than being sensitive i know but I hope i make sense in what i'm trying to say here. I do like Sabine in Rebels she is such a good character as she is, a badass Mandalorian, why everyone needs suddenly use the force and be a Jedi out of nowhere? I'd like to know your opinion about it if you feel like answering. Thanks.

I mean, I will give Felony this: I'm pretty sure Lucas did say somewhere along the way that the Force is for everyone/that everyone can use the Force. My issue with Felony isn't that Sabine can use the Force, it's that his writing to take her down that path felt disconnected from her entire established story and that he stretched the worldbuilding too far--being able to grab your lightsaber in battle, okay, sure, maybe I could accept that, but the ability to also give Ezra a massive push across that huge of a distance. The Jedi have always said the Force is for everyone, Yoda gives a whole speech to Jek, Thyre, and and Rhys about how they can use the Force to quiet their minds in the very first episode of TCW. I don't have Lucas' quote on hand, so take it or leave it as you will, but I do think "the Force is for everyone" fits with his themes. I just don't think that Sabine being written as a Jedi makes sense for her character, even given how lost and adrift she felt (not that we actually got to see any of the important part of why she would turn down this path, just suddenly she's here! and only monologuing to tell us what happened), beyond Felony wanted her to be special. And I'm all for female characters getting to be special (male characters get to be special all the time) but not at the expense of breaking the worldbuilding, because now being able to wield the Force means less, because it's being handed out like candy to Felony's faves, rather than something that has worldbuilding and thematic rules. But that's also coming from someone who cares more about the Force and the themes of the narrative than almost any single character in Star Wars, so I treat it as being rather precious, and other people aren't going to feel the same way. A lot of people probably did love Sabine getting to use the Force. If Sabine had genuinely only been able to do small things or used it to quiet her mind/feel connected to the galaxy, I would have been perfectly fine with that. That made sense to me. But that giant push for Ezra to get him on the ship? Blehhhhh, that was more about making a Dramatic Moment than it was about keeping to the themes of Star Wars. So, personally, I'm just kind of compartmentalizing it into "Felony's pet fave gets special treatment, I'm not counting it towards worldbuilding" because I just don't care enough anymore. XD

#lumi.txt #star wars #ahsoka series #sabine wren #meta #sw negativity

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7ndipity · 7 months

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Secret Crush

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would handle having a secret crush on reader who’s not a celebrity and/or only views them as a friend, so they can’t show their affection.

Warnings: lil angsty,

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anons who requested this! This is slightly similar to the falling for a friend hcs I did a while back, but I thought I’d try to cover the more unrequited aspects, though I'm not the best at those. Hope you like it anyway!

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Jin:

GUILT. He honestly feels so bad that he’s put you in this awkward of a situation, even though you don’t have a clue you’re even in an awkward situation.

As I said before, I think he would try to content himself with just being the best ‘best friend’ you could ever ask for.

Which works, until it doesn’t. Because the closer you get, the harder it is for him to hide his feelings.

He fusses/worries about you a lot.

Would probably get jealous surprisingly easy, but try and brush it off with comments like “They’re just not good enough for you.”

Yoongi:

I’ve said it before, if he doesn’t want you to know about something, you. will. never. know. and that’s especially true when it comes to this.

Even if he’s absolutely head over heels for you, you won’t catch on, bc he finds legitamite excuses for any questionable behavior he might display around you.

Becomes a bit standoff-ish at times, but if he ever sees you struggling with something or needing help, he’s there in an instant.

It honestly gives you whiplash how fast he goes from ‘I don’t care’ to ‘I care a lot actually’, but he claims he’s just trying to be a good friend.

Y’all probably fight a lot, but If anybody else ever hurts/upsets you tho, he will end them(only half joking).

Hobi:

Again, as I said before, he’s naturally a very affectionate person, so how he’d behave towards his crush wouldn’t be that different from how he is with his other friends.

But on the inside, I think he would be overanilyzing everything, trying to make sure he’s not overstepping any bounderies.

Very much the ‘suck it up and smile’ mentality, which isn’t exactly the best/healthiest approach, but he doesn’t care.

So long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

I actually think he would be one of the worst at this kind of dynamic, he’d either end up confessing or distancing himself.😥

Namjoon:

So conflicted.

Might try and distance himself from you at first, bc he thinks it’ll make it easier from him to get over you, but then he just feels lonely all the time, and he’d rather be with you than without you, so he just tries to suck it up and pretend everythings cool.

Which he’s pretty good at, to an extent.

Literally can not stand seeing you flirt or show interest in anyone else tho, like it makes him feel physically unwell. If you do, he’s ghosting for a bit.

You end up developing a very intense ‘on again, off again’ friendship, which results in more than a few fights between you😖

Jimin:

As usual, Jimin is the personification of confusion for me.

Bc he doesn’t exactly hide his feelings towards you, but he’s always tacking on the line of ‘as a friend’ to the end of everything to avoid looking suspisious.

Flirting is basically his second language tho and that will not change unless it makes you uncomfortable, and then he’s the image polite respectfulness.

He just always wants you to be comfortable and happy, but he can get a bit over protective at times for seemingly no reason.

Every now and then though, it starts to weigh on him a bit more and he gets a bit moody and distant.

Taehyung:

Acts completly normal, until he doesn’t.

Can go from beaming and having the best time with you to sad puppy in instant bc he caught himself going to hold your hand or smth, and he has the record scratch moment of ‘wait no, that’s not what friends do’.

Of course you catch these sudden drops in his mood, but he never tells you what’s going on, so you just try to stick closer to him to make him feel better.

Which only increases his frustration sometimes, but other times he can’t help indulging in the affection when he can get it.

Tends to feel guilty afterwards for not being honest with you, but he’d rather have you as just a friend than potentially not at all.

Jungkook:

Not the best at hiding his feelings, but he manages.

His main issue is that he gets jealous and overprotective very easily, but knows he can’t exactly keep you close without drawing attention to himself.

Has nearly gotten into several fights bc he didn’t like the way someone was looking at/treating you. You joke that he’s your guard dog, but he takes it seriously.

Similar to Joon, y’all would end up with this ‘on and off’ type relationship that goes from being super close to barely talking.

Another that I think would either end up confessing anyway, just to get it out there, or pulling away.

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kitty-av · 4 months

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Hello! I got a new sketchbook and I decided to try it by drawing a Danny with my markers. I might try doing something with gouache too, because I honestly really enjoy the process and the look of painting with it.

I also have some things to ramble about under the line, which isn't strictly dp related, more so me comparing how I work with different mediums and being a little analytical about it, you know, as a treat to my brain because it needs it. •^•

So, to start with the Danny above, it's nothing overly ambitious, I was just vibing, but I think it looks nice. Here's the thing though, it looks weird to me, and the reason, probably, is that the process I use with the previously mentioned gouache doesn't translate well to markers.

Here's the process in question btw, a smol sketch to illustrate the way I work with paint but with markers:

See, that's a process that's clearly a bit more suited to painting imo. So it looks good but a little off with markers. And it's not just to markers. Here's what I mean:

This is digital. With the same process.

It's even weirder than the markers imo, but you can still tell that there's a process going on that's shared.

And the gouache version of this process looks like this: this is my most recent painting ( literally yesterday )

This was done in flat brush, and I think you can clearly see that the process I used across all these paintings started with my gouache work. Which also might be why Danny looks a bit different than them because I had to adjust my process. Rather than starting with colouring my canvas and starting the face with a contrasting colour, both Danny, and as far as I can remember the digital dude, started blank and I had to do the glow effect thing a lot less naturally - especially with the lack of brush strokes. The scratchiness of them is aesthetic. Like, brush stroke and direction is important guys, it adds a lot.

I think if I try to draw this Danny in gouache and explain my process better this would all make sense, but I haven't had the time to get back into art because of uni, and I rather like to. I especially want to try doing digital art again, but I've been doing it so rarely that I haven't really got a process anymore, so I'm a bit intimidated to do anything but portraits.

In any case, if anybody has good Sai brushes that could help me get that painterly vibe there, I'd be very grateful •^•

I want to start drawing and creating things for the Phandom again, but all I have currently are sketches, which I know aren't traditionally the easiest things to interact with visually, especially without colour. Still, I'm just going to share things I make and vibe, I suppose.

I have some interesting designs I'd like to try to make digitally, like that mermaid lady ghost from a while back, and her sister who I decided was Pariah Dark's fabulous ex. Still not sure on Queen's design, but I just want to draw a regal lady.

Yes, I am dumping previous designs here so I can share them again, partly to remind myself of them without scrolling back my Tumblr for a thousand years.

Also my Bois, the clones, who I still want to write into a story and don't know how, but like - I love them and want to show them to more people.

Well, that's all for now. Hope you all have a good day. •^•>💚💜💚

#danny phantom #dp fanart #dp art #phanart #danny phantom art #ft.my art rambles #and also my other art because i went crazy thinking about #the difference medium can have on an artist's process #like legit #my guys #try it #if you're an artist try this experiment #use the process you have on digital with trad and vice versa

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sabo-has-my-heart · 1 month

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Can You Hear Me?

"Ace's clumsy first time relationship with a deaf reader. Both Ace and reader are university students of the same school. Ace notices reader as a cute girl on the first day in class, then found out she is deaf later on that day. He notices all of her little actions and hobbies. Like how nice her hand writing is when she communicates with others, or how her eyes sparkle when she can use sign language with someone, or how she keep all of the notes her friends gave her in a small notebook. He also subconciously help her whenever he can. Like clearing some awkward moments or notice her of sounds she couldn't hear. Then, one day, he gave her a small note with his confession and she said yes. They became a couple. Ace started to notice more of her habits. She doesn't like it when someone sneak on her, so whenever he is near her, he tries to let her know of his presence as soon as possible. She still tries to have normal conversations and greetings, like a welcome back, or a good morning. She teaches him sign language, and she tells him that it's the warmest thing ever to know that he wants to learn it for her. Just fluffh stuff ig"

So first of all, I absolutely love, love, love this request. I have a niece who is deaf (she has Cochlear implants, but is still deaf) and am also disabled myself. I'm not deaf, but I am disabled so this request really hits close to home. Also! While I know that some deaf people can talk, I know others can't. For this particular fic, I decided to make it so the reader can't talk either. You can choose why they can't talk. Damaged vocal cords, deaf since birth, whatever, but I made it so they can't talk either.

Part 2

Warnings: Deaf!Reader, disabilities, Ace being an idiot, fluff, misunderstandings.

Word Count: 1060

Ace couldn’t help but to stare at you. He’d noticed you the first day he’d walked into the room, seconds before class started, his eyes almost immediately drawn to you as he searched for a place to sit. When he’d first talked to you, he’d immediately noticed something off. The way you always stared at his lips rather than somewhere else, the way it seemed to take you a minute to process what he was saying, the way you never responded to him until you saw him. It wasn’t until he’d run up behind you and tapped you on the shoulder that he’d found out the truth. You looked so… normal, so much like everybody else, he’d been shocked when he’d realized you were deaf. It had been while you were catching your breath from receiving the scare of your life that he found out. He’d been trying to apologize, to comfort you, not sure what had happened when you put a hand up to stop him. He didn’t know sign language, he’d never even thought of learning sign language, but he knew enough about gestures to understand that you were telling him you were deaf. So much seemed to make sense after that. The way you never noticed him until he was in eyesight, your reluctance to have your back to people, your staring at his lips, the fact that he’d never seen you with a pair of headphones, despite all the times where most people would have them in.

He’d immediately changed how he acted around you. Always cautious to be within eyesight before saying ‘Hi’, never sneaking up on you, always careful to make sure you could read his lips. It was nice at first, he was trying to be sensitive and understanding… at least, until it became aggravating. Treating you too differently. Always more careful around you, like he was walking on eggshells, trying not to do anything wrong, obsessively taking extra notes in case you missed something, constantly carrying around a mini whiteboard for you to write on if you needed it, and just generally treating you exactly how you hated being treated. Were you disabled? Yes. Did you want to be treated like you were disabled? No! The moment anybody learned you were deaf, they began to treat you differently, specially, like there was something wrong with you or like you were made of glass. All you wanted was to be treated like everyone else, like how Ace had treated you in the beginning. Even though all your conversations had been either one sided or note passing in class, which he assumed was just so the professor wouldn’t scold you for talking, he hadn’t treated you differently or even seemed to notice or care that something was off about you.

Sighing angrily, you stalked towards your class, tightly gripping the strap on your bag, your eyes narrowing when Ace stepped in front of you, walking backwards so you could see his face while walking. Your eyes immediately fell to his lips as he began talking, the usual ‘Hey, good morning, how is your morning going?’

“So anyway, did you see the poster about that rock conc-... uh, I mean… uh, I… heard there was a concert a bunch of students are going to, I was wondering if you’d like to come over and study with me. Or maybe we could uh… watch TV, since there’s subtitles and all. Uh… how about I get your bag?” Ace asked, holding his hand out. The look on his face had gone from excited about the concert to nervous and awkward, afraid that you’d be upset about not being able to hear the music. You pulled you bag even closer, glaring harder as you reached the room. Sitting down, you quickly pulled out a notepad, starting to angrily write on it while Ace watched closely over your shoulder.

“Stop it… I’m deaf… not quadriplegic… even… if I was… you… shouldn’t treat… me like I’m… made of glass…” Ace said slowly as he read your writing. Ace looked away, guiltily.

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to treat you like you’re uh… like you’re not capable. Because you are! You absolutely are!” Ace said, quickly blurting out the last part, “I just… I don’t know, you said you were deaf and I just… I feel like I should, I don’t know, make you more comfortable I guess. Like, you can’t hear, so what if you don’t hear what the professor says and miss something, or what if you get mad that other people can listen to concerts or something? I don’t… I don’t want you to be upset because I was insensitive or felt like you aren’t included.” he finished. You sighed and shook your head, calming down a little as you started writing again.

“Just… because I’m deaf… doesn’t mean you have to… bend over… backwards for me. I just… want to be treated… normally… like when we… first met.” Ace looked away, his guilt hitting him even harder. He had started treating you differently, like you weren’t capable of anything simply because you couldn’t hear.

“I… I’m really sorry. I… I didn’t, I mean, I did, but I didn’t.” Ace took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, “I’ll try and be better. I’ll try and treat you normally again, but can I… can I still be a little more, uh… I guess, different than when we first met? No matter how I look at it, no matter how normally I treat you, you’re still deaf, so maybe we can reach an agreement? I’ll stop treating you like glass, I’ll stop taking extra notes, I’ll stop being so stupidly careful, I’ll be, uh… normal, I guess, again. But can we… Can we still write back and forth? Carry one of those small whiteboards around or something? I miss talking… writing? With you.” Ace asked, making you smile and shake your head at him.

“Sure, but I… want you to… learn sign… language… that way… we can really… communicate. Absolutely! Uh… can you teach me?” Ace asked with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head. Rolling your eyes, you gave him a fond smile as you nodded. It was nice that he was willing, even if he was a bit of an idiot about all of this.

#one piece #one piece ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #ace x reader #fire fist ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #op ace #deaf!reader #disabled!reader

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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gorgeous ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

"i'm so furious at you for making me feel this way, but what can i say?"

summary: sylvie edson ford officially signed with red bull after making christian horner (her employer) own up to his mistakes at the spanish grand prix. max verstappen continued to prove his worth as a friend (or frenemy) by dropping off his 'office-warming' gifts, needless to say, she was slowly liking him even more. (1)(2)(3)

content warning: use of explicit language, mentions maltreatment in the workplace environment, sylvie disliking max's outfit

note: y'all thought i'm done for the day? wrong. shout out to tim hortons iced coffee, you really make my heart beat fast ✨✨ anyway, enjoy this part xx

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The worst that could happen would be that you would end up crying your heart out in the middle of the room and everyone would pity you.

But Sylvie didn’t think that something worse than that could even happen on the same day she signed her contract with Red Bull.

The headquarters of Red Bull in Milton Keynes wasn’t that much different than the Mercedes AMG office in Brackley— she knew that; she frequented the place whenever Toto would work in the office just to pester him and his staff.

The difference between the two, however, had something to do with the sense of comfort that she lacked as she stood in front of the Wall of Fame, her eyes staring directly at the images of Christian Klien and David Coulthard. Her figure felt so tense, anybody with a sharp object could cut her easily.

Her sister, Tilly, had been an owner of this team for two years now, yet she felt like this place didn’t even belong to her family. Sylvie couldn’t even claim that she was proud of being a part of the Red Bull group— she didn’t even know jack shit inside this office. She knew how much she disliked Christian Horner, but that’s the only Red Bull headquarters related thing that remained in her brain.

Then came her contract. She sat down next to Stevie and Tilly as she continued to skim through the terms and conditions of her contract. It was dead silent, and she disliked every single bit of it. Should she have an office in this place, she’d definitely blast some songs to get away from bullshit.

Sylvie barely finished reading the last section when she heard Christian speak and clear his throat. She stared at him, hand still holding onto the papers as he stated, “I know that we’ve come across one another in a rather negative manner so I would like to personally apologize to you.” She raised a brow at him, telling herself that it was time for him to own up to what he did or rather what he didn’t do.

The youngest in the room bit back quietly, “For what?” Stevie coughed next to her, obviously trying not to laugh at her sister’s sassiness as she knew what would happen after Sylvie slipped those two words out. The Hearth sisters knew a lot and one of them was that Sylvie would always make sure that the others would have hell to pay. She was self-aware of the things that she deserved - and she knew that equal respect and dignity were two of those things.

Christian stared at her for a moment, confusion written all over his face. Sylvie leaned against the chair she sat in and crossed her arms, papers still on her hand as she said, “I don’t know what you are specifically apologizing for, so for what?”

The Red Bull team principal sighed exasperatedly. Tilly looked over and gave Stevie a wag of her brows, liking the situation that was happening in front of them.

“You sound like you don’t mean it, Horner,” Sylvie pointed out with a mutter.

“I apologize for not finding a way to make you feel comfortable in your own working environment,” he spoke like he was a robot who was only coded to speak those words. “I could have done so much better and tried to help you adapt to that situation. But it was a busy weekend—“

“And so will the rest of the race weekends ahead of us,” Sylvie snarked. To say that she wasn’t scared of her future employer was an understatement; Christian just had his own ass handed back to him by making him admit to what he’s done wrong. Now she continued to test him as she said, “I am not saying that I won’t be working hard to continually improve the image of the team, but some support will be sufficient. I like the thought of fending for myself, but that would just mess up my performance as a team player.”

She was still hurt about what happened a month ago, of course. Being left out like a lost puppy in her workplace environment gave her the anxiety that she never thought would ever come back. The boys from her past definitely made it worse. Being yelled at by Christian about her performance that weekend only put the cherry on top. She couldn’t really cooperate with the team if they left her out to figure shit out on her own.

So it was only rightful of her to blast him with endless words that could hopefully make them realize that they needed to correct their mistakes as the seniors and veterans of the team. She didn’t care if it could tick him off; she didn’t deserve to be treated poorly on her first weekend. If that was how rookies were treated then she sure as hell would address that matter— nobody deserves to be treated like such.

“I acknowledge your frustration over what had happened in the span of a weekend. As I said, I could have done so much more than berate you in front of other people,” Christian told her calmly, “and as your superior, I’ll gladly work with you to figure out what could possibly work best as you delegate with your peers.”

“You should have thought of that before,” Sylvie rolled her eyes, grabbing a pen laid out on his desk and signed the contract, not even looking at him in the eyes while she did it.

She found herself looking around once more, now disappointed that her sisters had left after the meeting. She toured the headquarters with Daniel Haas— some communications officer who happened to be a year or two older than her— leading the way. She had seen the place before she even attended her meeting, so listening to him had no point as she continued to look at him and nod.

Daniel stopped in front of a door that sat at the very end of the media and communications hall, waiting for her to turn at the door.

“This is your office,” he told her with a grin before opening it with a key, handing it to her after he swung the door open and turned on the light.

The office was quite decent, sure. The L-shaped desk took up a quarter of the space, then at the back were empty shelves. A couch sat right in front of the big desk and beside it was a small table with F1 related magazines.

She could definitely do so much with this office. She wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to decorate her office— one that she would occupy should she have time away from the runway.

Her phone was the best friend she had that day. She’d been scrolling through Twitter, thinking about her first task to follow. She wasn’t told what to do just yet.

A knock interrupted her thoughts and a murmur of ‘come in’ slipped out of her mouth, her bright eyes peering up to see Max Verstappen enter her office with questions written all over his face.

She hated to admit it, but Max looked handsome that day— no matter how much she hated seeing him in his white shirt and skinny jeans— and those running shoes. So fucking atrocious, his outfit was.

“You’d think that being a professional racer would help you afford nicer clothes,” Sylvie’s voice echoed in the office, making him scowl in confusion as she continued, “even Adam Sandler can get away with his basketball shorts.” The silence in the room went away as she chuckled humourlessly. Max only laughed quietly with a shake of his head.

“My favourite fashion critique,” he huffed, “oh have I missed you.”

“You need better habits,” she replied, “like dressing nicely. Otherwise I wouldn’t be handing your own ass back to you for looking so horrendous.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He teased as he walked towards her desk. “I wouldn’t see the Wild Blue Mustang in her prime, otherwise. I got to make some sacrifices, you know?”

She watched him as he placed something on her desk, making her lean over. He stood there patiently, watching as she examined the stuff on her table.

A box of a mini orange Cadillac figure sat on her desk and a framed picture of them as five year olds. Alongside that would be plaques to place in her door and on her desk.

“Sylvie Edson Ford Hearth

Community Outreach and Public Relations Coordinator”

The Red Bull Racing logo was engraved on the gold plaque next to her name. Talk about official.

“Thanks,” she said quietly before looking up at him, “did Christian make you act like his personal messenger instead of having someone else pass these to me?”

“Nope,” he shook his head, beaming in happiness as he said, “I wanted to give the plaques myself.”

“And why do I have a toy Cadillac? I don’t recall Red Bull making a Cadillac.”

“This is your first office move-in day ever,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “I’d hate to not be a part of it. You’ve got an adult job now. I missed a couple of your achievements. So… yeah, I got you a Cadillac. Me.”

“You need to stop weaseling your way into the little stuff, Verstappen,” she sassed. “It’s unbecoming.”

“Never,” he cheekily smiled, “besides, it’s easier for me to barge into your life now. Your office is right here! And we work together, too. Talk about advantages.”

Sylvie sighed heavily, rubbing her temples before looking up at Max. “Don’t you have other people to annoy?”

“You’re my top one,” Max laughed heartily, “but I’ll go. I wanted to welcome you to Red Bull. Officially. That’s why I’m here. I’m going to go to my meeting with Christian. So— bye!”

Hearing the door slam shut, she leaned back against her chair. She thought that the worst case scenario of today was that she could have cried in the middle of Horner’s office. Then she pondered what just happened, and decided that her nightmare had something to do with liking Max, one way or another.

She really didn’t like it when her demons won and continued to gravitate towards him. She wanted to continue to despise his own being, but loathing could only do so much.

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luveline · 2 years

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dialogue prompt with love of my life (besides you) remus ‘why didn’t you ever kiss me?’ <3<3<3

I actually really like how this turned out and it infuriates me cos I could never write something like this for a long fic no matter how hard I tried 😂 thank you so so much for requesting!!! ♡ fem!reader

Remus Lupin kisses everybody. You aren't kidding around. Everywhere you go you swear Remus is there kissing somebody. Parties, bathrooms, empty classrooms. You've seen him have more kisses in the last year than you've had in your entire life, and it drives you mad with jealousy.

He's kissing everybody except for you.

It's no secret that you like him. Your friends know, so his friends know, and so he definitely knows. He's likely known since way before you finished school. And you don't want to say he's promiscuous but he's certainly no prude — his not wanting to kiss you is purely because you're you.

It's hard not to be offended. It hurts your feelings, but if he doesn't wanna kiss you there's nothing you can do about it, and there's no crime in his lack of interest.

It fucking stings, though.

It's purely chance that you end up alone with him. You're in the kitchen in Sirius flat domineering a game of poker. Sirius got up for a smoke, James went to find Lily, Marl and Mary needed to pee. Frank had to call his dad and Alice decided her pregnancy cravings couldn't be ignored anymore. You're almost begging Remus to make an excuse and leave rather than sit beside you as he is, quiet and completely at ease, his hand clearly in your line of view.

"You're cheating," he accuses quietly.

"You're sloppy."

He laughs. It's a sweet sound, high-pitched and erratic like you've startled him. "That's what they say." He spread his cards wider, slouching back in his seat to look at you lazily. "Wha' d'you think? Winning hand?"

"No. Definitely not."

He folds them. "Figures. I've never been any good at shit like this."

"Poker's half luck."

"Don't let James hear you say that."

You pretend to zip your lips closed.

Remus sits up slightly and stares at you. It's hard to ignore it, his gaze a heated lick over the side of your face.

"What?" you ask.

"Looking at you."

Your stomach does a flip. "Anything interesting?" you ask, shuffling the deck in your hands to stop yourself from melting under his eyes.

"You're pretty."

"Oh," you say, "now you notice."

"What's that mean?"

"Just that I've-" You huff and set down the deck. "Forget it."

He pauses for a second before shrugging. "You've always been pretty."

You scratch the green velvet of the poker table and it's a horrible sound, your shoulders tensing up. Why would he say that? What's his motivation? If he was going to try and make a move on you, you figured he would've done it years ago. Now you're almost friends, you're so close to being over him.

"Remus," you mumble. "Don't."

"Sorry," he says, sounding genuine. "I'm not trying to embarrass you. You look good tonight, is all. Thought someone should tell you."

"Thank you."

He nods. "You're welcome."

"Did somebody spike you?"

"No? Why, am I acting like that?"

"Yes, you absolutely are. You're being weird."

And maybe you're being cruel, but his talking to you like this feels like somebody's pulling on an exposed nerve. He must know how badly you want him to like you. How badly you wanted other things.

"You make me nervous."

You glare at him. "I won't be a mouse you play with because you're bored, Remus."

He holds his hands up in surrender, blinking as he sits properly. "That's not what I'm doing. Just telling you the truth. You make me nervous, you always do."

You wilt. Yes, you suppose your current hostility could put anybody off.

You push all the cuticles back on your nails and try not to look at him. Eventually everybody comes back and you finish your game of poker, a distracted dealer. You're pretty sure they've all noticed you're off now, and you catch Sirius and Remus staring at each other quizzically.

You bow out and Frank takes over, wanting to escape the suffocating atmosphere and heat of the kitchen. You let yourself out onto the patio and walk a little ways into the garden, clean but bare of decorations. It's so dark there are stars like white pinheads thrown in the sky above you. You tip your head back and breathe in the crisp air.

The door opens. You know exactly who it is.

You don't want to deal with him. You don't like this game.

"I'm sorry," Remus says, footsteps soft as he approaches, "If I've upset you."

You don't answer. You ball your hands into fists and keep on staring up at the sky, though you realise soon enough that you likely look insane and set your eyes on the pitch horizon instead, a sea of city lights and trees.

"Why-" You scrunch your hands together, the sound like leather. "Why didn't you ever kiss me?"

"Did you want me to?"

"Yeah, I did. You know I did."

He concedes quickly. "Alright, yeah, I did. But..."

"But what? I'm pretty, but not pretty enough?"

"It was never about looks."

Well, that's humbling. Again, you can see his point. You're not exactly operating as a normal person right now. You're honestly in disbelief that this is even happening, and your adrenaline has you saying things you wouldn't normally say.

"Right."

He stands to your left, and after a moment he moves in front of you, occluding the view.

"It's different with you."

You stare at him. He has very brown eyes with darker flecks like a deeply steeped tea. The scar through his eyebrow pulls as he grimaces.

"It's easy with everybody else. None of it means anything. But you actually liked me," he explains. There's a subtle undertone to his words, a soft plea. "I knew it would've had to mean something."

"Not necessarily," you deny, quiet. You both know you're lying. If Remus had ever kissed you or fucked you for fun it would've been alright at first, but it would've eaten you alive in the end.

"And I liked you. I liked talking to you. You're one of the only people I've ever met that looks at me, and not," — he hits his own thigh lightly — "everything else."

There's a stretch of silence, options to be weighed.

You hesitate. "'Liked'?"

Remus doesn't sound incensed, or even particularly passionate. He sounds like he's been defeated, and he's taking it all graciously. "I liked you. I like you. I know I'm telling you now at the wrong time. That you don't- Well. I just thought I'd tell you."

"Why's it the wrong time?"

His eyes crease. You can see it on the tip of his tongue. Because you don't like me anymore.

You shake your head.

He's sweet like this. You're not sure you've ever seen him nervous before. He looks behind him like there's something there, though obviously it's all paving stones and dead potted plants.

You take a tentative step toward him.

His hand is hot as a hearth as he takes your waist and pulls. His lips are hotter still, a fire of heat against yours. You inhale in surprise at his sudden kiss and it only serves to bring him closer, your hands loose and limp at your sides.

He covers your cheek with half a hand, a huge hand, and you feel surrounded by him. You reach for his arms, have no clue what to do once you've found them, fingers toying with the short sleeves of his t-shirt. As he kisses you your confidence grows. You grasp at the ridges and curves of his biceps and manage to get your hand behind his neck, keeping him in place when he starts to pull away.

"Dove," he says, though you kiss him before he can continue.

"Sorry," you say, easing back.

"No, don't be," he murmurs, cradling your face, "just wanted to see you."

You lean up for another kiss and find it hot and heavy as the first, years of wanting pressed too firm into his mouth. His lips part under the pressure. His tongue brushes against yours and you're shocked enough to spring apart from him.

"Sorry," he says.

You both laugh at your apologies. It's super new to be this close to him. It feels right.

He teases the corner of your eye with an extremely careful fingertip, lashes twitching at his touch.

"I meant what I said. You've always been," — he touches his forehead to yours quickly — "so pretty."

"I think you're pretty too."

You swear you can hear his smile.

"I had a hunch," he says.

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how did you get so good at writing? i'm so deprived of Tokyo Rev content (not that there isn't alot but I read so much that I basically refresh AO3 and tumblrs tags every day to see if anything new has been posted), that i'm almost to the breaking point of a Thanos "fine i'll do it myself" and starting up writing again Is it just practice? Is it better to post cringey writing that isn't that good ;-; I think I fall into the trap of making any OC or y/n Mary Sue and some authors write with such prose and emotion that i'm like dang how can I write like that love your work!!!! always re-reading <3

first of all thank you so much for all of your kind messages!!! you're literally so sweet😭

(I really tried to be useful and concise, I hope it's not too messy/long : i'm definitely not a real author so my tips might be really bad and specific too😭)

I actually started writing tokyorev abo content precisely because of that reason, I felt like I read everything about it and I couldn't find anything more, especially one with scenarios I actually like. this is why I started my blog!

I honestly wasn't so sure about opening my own blog on tumblr. of course you're bound to compare your work to other authors out there who are definitely wayyy better at writing than you, which is why I hesitated a lot.

but! I already had an account on wattpad where I posted fics, so I felt like my cringey era was behind me (it was easier for me to start here because i knew what my mistakes were when writing and what i struggled with. whereas, when i just started on wattpad, i really felt unsure if i was doing correctly + i was younger, so less sure of myself). but wattpad really helped me see what made my work cringey, what parts were unnecessary and stuff like that.

but what is so frustrating is how bad my writing is in english compared to how I'm able to write in my maternal language. like, when I read other posts and everything with better vocabulary, grammar, who know how to articulate sentences and words, you can tell it's something you can only achieve by being reallyyy comfortable with english. I'm not saying I struggle with english or anything, but the language barrier was one of my biggest doubts when I thought about starting posting fics here on tumblr.

also! when I write something and think it's cringey, I let it marinate for a few days and read it again. it's easier to judge my writing when I put some distance with it, then I correct my mistakes and stuff like that. but really, writing and writing is the only way you'll be able to improve, so it should really not stop you!

but in the end, I don't think anybody ever started writing fics and was automatically good at it. you really have to try and see what works and what doesn't. youre able to see what post gets more attention than the other and try and understand why : is it because of a character or the scenario was better or is it your writing ? feedbacks on your work really help actually, so don't be afraid to try even if youre not fully convinced and confident! I posted cringey stuff too and I still do sometimes😭 I know people do a wayy better job than me, but I really like to write so I don't let it stop me from posting.

and for the y/n character, I try to make her and her reactions as neutral as possible and make her do stuff anyone would do in those situations. but I honestly can't deny that I sometimes fall into those stereotypical y/n writing, which I actually enjoy☠️. but I really try to have her say normal stuff, not describe her too much and basically just think of her as the most basic girl you could meet (generic ahh traits : kind, sweet, bubbly, soft spoken...). some people hate that and some don't, I just write what I'm most comfortable with.

same, if you to start writing you should start by doing stuff and scenarios which you really like and inspire you. don't go and try to write something you know people will like, but rather something you're confident in writing because that's a character you like and know how to describe, and because you have so much ideas which would really fit him etc.

and what helped me are the headcanons with the lists. maybe you noticed, maybe you didn't, but I used to list stuff when I started posting. it's just easier to structure my ideas, to see them more clearly. writing huge paragraphs are actually more of a hardwork I think, because everything has to follow the precedent idea and it has to be comprehensible, linked to what you're gonna say next etc. if you list what you wanna say, you can talk about how a character's personality is like and then change the subject radically without having to think and care about the transitions and overall plan (of course if it's too out of pocket it looks weird, but I hope you understand what I mean)

and if you want to write stories and not do little headcanons, what I do when I'm stuck and don't know what to write is that I also sometimes only write a part I really like and leave the beginning (or any other part) for another time when I'll be more inspired. I really don't have any hierarchy when I'm trying to find ideas, I wait for them to come naturally. I don't know what else I could say, it's really messy lmao😭

I hope you found it useful! you definitely will find people who write way better than me and who can help and guide you better than that, with better tips... that was more like my experience on tumblr than anything else, but I hope it could help you!!

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Forbidden || Meet The Characters - Kate Bishop

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I hear you've met my sister; I hope she didn't chew your ear off! She has a habit of doing that, but I think that's one of the many things I love about her. Since our parents left, things have been a little off, strange, I guess. I miss our mother's cooking. I miss my father's pointless jokes and him watching me do a little target practice near the barn. But I'd be lying if I said that Y/n doesn't fill that hole. We both miss our parents, but we have each other and somehow, we have been able to make things work.��

The little money I make from hunting is enough to cover the basic things we need from the general store and what is left over we put away to help cover the repayments at the bank for the land we live on. Everybody knows that our parents have gone on a business trip, but we haven't told anybody our worries about them and how they are yet to return. That would do more damage than good, especially for my sister and me.

What to know about me, well, I'm not sure what Y/n already mentioned by our father, Derek taught me how to use a bow! I went with him one day for a day trip to Olsen, some guys owed him money, so we went to collect. I started outside the Salon while dad handled business, I was only 15 when a drunken man came stumbling out and attacked me. I'd never been more scared in my life. I watched as my father beat the drunk old man, almost to death if I didn't stop him. I spent a few weeks afraid of being on my own, so I asked him to teach me how to defeat for myself. He taught me how to use the bow, how to punch a man nice and hard and how to handle a knife. He also thought it was a good idea to teach Y/n some helpful tricks.

After the attack, I looked at life differently. I'm very protective over Y/n, maybe a little too protective but somebody has to be. Father isn't home a lot, not since he established Bishop Publishing. A lot of his time is put into that, and our mother is mostly out doing the things dad can't do. So, most of the time it was just Y/n and I.

When I'm not out hunting or just exploring, I'm usually writing, playing the cello or helping Y/n with the ranch. We love taking Lucky basically everywhere we go, he's sort of a town favorite! I don't normally take him hunting with me, I like that he is a bit of extra protection for Y/n when I'm not around but don't tell her I said that. She thinks she can look after herself, she can but like I said, I'm protective over her.

I like to write things that come to mind or things I see, I have a few journals hidden away for a rainy day if my father ever wanted to allow me to publish a book or two, but the conversation always seems to be shut down whenever I mention it. I also don't mind cooking, here and there but Y/n mostly does it and I think she rather enjoys it a lot more than she thinks. Once a week we go to the Salon in Blisswater where Mr Barnes already has a meal waiting for us. It's a bit of fun watching the men get frustrated over blackjack and telling stories while drunk. The people in Blisswater are like a second family I guess you could say, which is refreshing to know.

Well, if there is anything else you'd like to know, just ask! But for now, I am needed elsewhere. Bye now!

If you want to be on the taglist for this series, please see the masterlist. It's link at the top of this post.

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spoilmesweetieforficssake · 1 year

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I'm Not Going Anywhere

I'm aware that I still have prompts to fill (but my muse is dragging her heels in finding inspiration for them) but in the meantime, this little idea wouldn't go away. A little bit of angsty fluff. Follows the fire incident.

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You feel rather than see Melissa hover in the doorway of your classroom. Looking up, you see the guilt-stricken expression on her face.

“Go to her,” you say, knowing she’s about to say something about the two of you having plans that evening. “I’ll cancel the reservations and we can book for another time.”

Still, she hovers.

Getting up from your desk you cross over to her, taking her hands in your own. “I’m not mad. There are bigger things going on right now than dinner plans. Go to her, I’m not going anywhere.”

She says nothing, but looks at you for a long few moments before leaning in to press a chaste but meaningful kiss to your lips. “Thank you.”

“Let me know if you need anything?” you ask.

She nods, stepping back and heading along the hallway towards Barbara’s classroom.

You’re at home when she calls.

“Hey! How are you? How’s Barb?” You had left them at school to talk, giving Barbara the privacy and support of her best friend. You had messaged Melissa before leaving, letting her know where you’d be if she needed you, but not wanting to hover.

“Honestly? I don’t know.” There was a sigh on Melissa’s end. “I just don’t know how I could have missed this? How I didn’t see it? Why she didn’t tell me?”

Holding the phone to your ear, you find yourself pacing as she talks, her agitation palpable. Passing the window of your apartment, you frown. Stepping closer to the glass, you see Melissa’s car parked on the sidewalk. Still listening as she speaks, you move to the door of your apartment, slipping on your shoes before venturing outside. As Melissa trails of into a frustrated silence, you tap her window, making her jump.

“You coming in any time soon?”

Melissa hangs up the phone before opening her car door. “I wasn’t sure if I was,” she admits. “I’m not good company right now. I don’t wanna put that on you.”

You pocket your phone, reaching out your hands in invitation. “You’re not putting anything on anybody. Come on, come in and you can just be for a bit. You can put music on and think until you want to talk, watch shitty TV or I could run you a bath and you can just soak for a bit?”

She’s still hesitant, but she ended up outside your apartment for a reason. You never fail to improve her mood, no matter what she’s feeling.

“You don’t need to be good company. You just need to be,” you tell her. “And since you’re here, you may as well just be here. I’ll only worry if you go home.”

Once inside your apartment, you find her some comfortable jeans she had managed to leave behind and one of your soft, worn hoodies to change into.

“Can we order pizza? The good pizza? And just drink beer?” she asks sheepishly, emerging from the bedroom.

You smile softly. “I told you, we can do whatever you want? I’ll even watch that Stanley Tucci Italy show if you want.”

You don’t end up watching TV. Instead, you let her vent between bites of pizza and mouthfuls of beer.

“I mean, I’m out there living all my firefighter dreams and she’s there, struggling and I just didn’t realise. I don’t know if I was just distracted or I was just being a shitty friend?”

You try to reason with her, turn her away from the latter train of thought.

“She practically carried me through my divorce, put up with all my shit, put me back together and I can’t even see when she’s drowning? She was in real trouble and I missed it.”

You both jump at the ringing of her phone. Seeing Barb’s name flash up on the screen, Melissa jumps to answer it.

“Of course I can come over. I’ll be right there, I just need to call a cab-“

You wave your hand in front of her face. “I haven’t had a drink. I’ll drive you.” You see her frown, hesitating

“Actually, I’ll be right over. Y/N is gonna give me a ride.” She pauses, listening to Barb on the other end of the phone. “I love you too, Barb. I’ll be there soon.” Hanging up, she looks at you where you’ve already started to clear the pizza boxes from the table.

Turning to face her, you lift the half empty bottle of beer she had been drinking. “You want me to toss this or you want to finish it on the drive over?” You wait for an answer, but none seem to be forthcoming. Instead, she looks positively guilty. “What’s wrong?”

“I already cancelled our plans for tonight and now I’ve even ruined this.”

You put the beer bottle back down on the table and move to stand in front of her, cupping her face in your hands. “You haven’t ruined anything. What you and Barb have will never ruin or interrupt any plans we have. She needs you, you go, no arguments.”

She covers your hands where they still rest on her cheeks, her expression unreadable. Joe would always tell her she’d have to make it up to him if she cancelled plans to be there for Barb. Taunt her she did more for the kindergarten teacher than she did as his wife.

“You want to get changed before we head?” you ask when she hesitates. “I’m sure there’s a few of your shirts here.”

“Can I keep the hoody?” she asks in a small voice, nuzzling into the soft fabric.

You smile at how cute she looks in the oversized sweater. “Course you can.” You drop a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll just go grab my keys.”

She’s quiet during the drive over, you notice, not even cussing out the driver who cuts you off. You can’t help but can’t help but smile, however, as her hand finds yours on the gear shift. Pulling up outside Barb’s house, you turn your hand, lacing your fingers together. “You’ll let me know what you need? I can drop off your things if you’re staying or pick you up? It doesn’t matter what time and I don’t care if it’s to bring you back to mine or just to take you home. I just want to know you’re safe.”

She turns to look at you, a slight frown furrowing her brows. There’s no judgment from you. No lamenting about her putting Barb first. You’re just there, doing what you can to help, expecting your plans to be cancelled so she can be there for her best friend. “But-“

“But nothing,” you tell her firmly. “I don’t care if it’s 4am. Call me and I’ll be here.”

It takes you by surprise when she lunges forward, pulling you into a rough kiss before leaning her forehead against yours. “You okay?”

She nods and you feel the action.

“Good. Now remember, call me. And tell Barb and Gerald if they need anything, I’m only ever a phone call away for them too.”

One final, bruising kiss and she’s out of the car and headed for Barb’s front door.

You half expect her not to call, but she does, just after 1am. Having been dozing on the couch, you sleepily answer, immediately telling her not to apologise as she registers your sleep laden voice. Picking up your keys, you’re out the door before she’s even hung up.

Sitting outside Barb’s house, you message rather can call her to tell her you’re there, adding that there’s no rush. You’re there, you’re not going anywhere, even if her goodnights and goodbyes take an hour.

Eventually, you see Melissa and Barb come to the door, giving each other a hug and the red head saying something that has the older woman looking solemn, but nodding. You watch as Melissa turns to make her way towards your car, slipping into the passenger seat and giving the other woman a final wave, as do you, before she closes the door.

You watch as the woman next to you visibly deflates, clearly exhausted. You can clearly imagine her putting on a brave face and being everything Barb needed her to be that night, tired and beat beneath it all. “My place or yours?”

She turns to look at you, head leaning on the head rest of the passenger seat. There are still no complaints from you, even after it took her almost twenty minutes to make it out of Barb’s house after you had messaged. There’s no irritation in your voice and she knows, even if she finds it hard to believe, that you don’t mind what she answers. Whatever she chooses, you’ll be there. You keep reminding her you’re not going anywhere.

Just as she did when you dropped her off, she leans across to press a kiss to your lips. It’s a softer kiss this time, one hand gently cupping your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

Another kiss is pressed to your lips. “Yours,” she says softly. “I want to be with you.”

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