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mrsackermanx · 1 year

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INDECISIVE

Aki just can’t seem to let you go.

wc: 2.5k

tags: kinda mean toxic ex aki, soft dom though, choking, break-up, the brainrot i have for this man is just ridiculous right now.

authors note: ive not wrote any other character than levi in so long omg, id forgot what it felt like to characterise a character if that makes sense?? i wrote this quick, trying to get a feel for writing him though 🥺!

new account @mrsackermannx

You toss and turn in your sheets, it’s strange getting used to your own bed again. Weeks feel like months when you’re clambering into cold sheets alone every night.

The awakening in the morning is a cruel one too.

That steady breathing, those large rough hands on your hips squeezing in affirmation. Those deep octaves humming against your neck, normally so droll, so by the book. But when spoken to you at night, only the softest sweetest praises are uttered against your skin. Followed by heated curses or moans or both; sometimes even cries, depending on the day or the week.

That rich scent of fresh linen and tobacco. His soft black hair falling silkily through your fingertips.

Moving out of Aki’s place hurt.

Not being able to stroke and clutch at the soft cotton of his nightshirts whilst he presses his lips to your cheek. Hurts.

“I have to be more serious, I have to consider my goal. Please, go back to your apartment and join the civilian sector. I just want you to be happy.”

You curse the tears rolling down your cheeks, the way you clutch at your own knees for a sense of familiar stability. What’s worse is the way the air in your lungs is starting to feel like water, all at the thought of that conversation.

Passing him in the halls at Headquarters doesn’t get easier either. Today he only spared a mumbled hello, without even a second glance.

Life moves on. Right?

Three slow raps sound at your apartment door. You groggily squint at your alarm clock, for once the streetlight shining obnoxiously through your window does the trick. It’s just past midnight or near two in the morning, you can’t decide.

You bury your head under your pillow with a groan. It’s probably Himeno barging over for a late night drink, if you ignore her long enough she’ll go away, hopefully.

“I know you’re awake.”

You gasp in the dark, pulling yourself out of bed, you head down the hall with light footsteps, like a moth to a flame.

“I just wanted to hear your voice, that’s all.”

Your palm hovers over the door and you sigh, a silent ‘fuck’ following from your lips. “It’s late and a weekday. Not your usual MO.”

“You gonna open the door?”

“Maybe if you say please.”

This time he sighs, “You’re mad, aren’t you?”

You open your door to him. He’s still in his work clothes, his cheeks red from the cold.

“You look cold.”

“Cause I am.” He peers down at you and with a small smile rests the backs of his fingers under your cheekbones. “Seems like you’re cold too, half dressed like that.”

However reluctantly, you bat his hands away, walking toward the kitchen. “What are you doing here? It’s late.”

He scoffs, closing the door behind him with a soft click. You can’t help but smile hearing him shuffle behind you, no doubt putting his shoes in a perfect parallel line to yours. Somehow everything Aki does is endearing, even when you’re mad at him.

“I wanted to see you,” he hums.

You simply huff, rustling through your cupboards for some clean mugs. Yet you can feel his presence behind you, intense and yearning.

You swallow, “So…D’you want tea or…who knew. I have coffee beans-“

“You’re in my shirt.” You startle when two of his arms cross around your waist, and his chin rests upon your head.

“Which do you want, Aki?” you ask firmly, pressing your lips together when his hands slide under your shirt.

“I want you.” He stresses every syllable, toying with your nipples and scoffing when they pebble. “You came to the door in practically nothing, invited me in, like this. In my shirt.”

Your cheeks burn, you’d not noticed until this very second, he’s caught you like this. In one of his black shirts and panties.

He grips at your breasts, pinching your nipples so hard you choke up. “It’s okay,” he coos, his jaw tightening at the way you moan into your palm.

“You like that? When I take it all out on you like this?…It’s been a long day, and all I could think about was you.”

“Aki. You can never make up your fucking mind.”

“You know I can’t live without you, because you’re the same. This is my shirt, isn’t it?” he quips, one hand gripping your throat.

“Maybe,” you hiss, groaning when he bends you forward, tugging up the hem of your shirt to expose your ass.

He reaches his hand back and slaps, your response is instantaneous. Somewhere between a loud moan and his name. His favourite combination.

“Do I need to ask you again? Or are you going to be difficult?”

“Fuck you.”

In a matter of seconds he’s hoisting you onto the kitchen counter. Slotting himself between your legs with a hand on each of your knees.

Just like clockwork.

He stands back to admire you, hissing your name under his breath like a curse. “Fuck you, right back,” he mutters breathlessly, kneeling below you with that dark glint in his eye. “How about that?”

“I mean it,” you spit, but with no venom in your voice.

“Of course, you’re still mad. But I can make it up to you. I’ve always been good at that, haven’t I?”

The heat inside of you stirs and you find yourself throbbing and clenching on nothing, pooling for him even. There’s something about Aki when he’s like this, full of affection and frustration.

His sweet talk makes you feel like you could ask for the world, but his tone makes you want to bend over for him, and let him print his hand all over.

He tugs at his own shirt collar because he can hardly breathe, his lips skimming along your thighs.

“I don’t wanna make up,” you squeak, moaning muffled into your wrist when his hands latch onto the waistband of your panties.

“Is that why you’re sleeping with my shirt on? Because you hate me so much?” he taunts. “You’ve not been thinking of me?”

“You’re so fucking mean,” you pant, breath hitching as he drags your panties down your thighs.

He whistles, “Then why are your panties ruined?”

He pulls them off completely, rising to tower above you. He lifts his brow, “Well? You can use your mouth, right? Had no problem using it to insult me a moment ago.”

In a lurch of a movement you thrust your arms around his neck, pulling him close. His lips seek yours. He kisses you with a deep seated passion, his mouth hot and patient.

He gasps and moans deeply into your mouth, clutching you tight, carrying you down the hall. The kiss only breaks when he kicks your door open and drops you down carefully below him,

“Still if you won’t use your mouth, I won’t use mine.”

He taps at your hips and you rise your arms, allowing him to pull away his shirt. After he throws it behind him, you instinctively turn to see where it lands. “Don’t take it with you,” you whisper. “Please.”

It’s almost like he feels his heart break there and then.

“I won’t.” he promises, firmly, and then his hands are on your body and so are his lips, in earnest.

“You still smell like me, fuck. That’s because you’re all mine, understood?”

“As if I could forget,” you breathe.

His hand adorns your neck first, stroking at the way your blood hammers under his forefinger. He squeezes softly and then tugs you to his lips, smiling against your mouth. “This shirt reminded me of all the times I fucked you to sleep. You shouldn’t have come to the door in it.”

“Don’t make threats you can’t keep.”

A deep laugh leaves his lips, affectionate and content. His lips lock with yours with a desperate fervour once more. Your hands tug at his hair tie, letting his hair free, you pull on it and he groans shakily. “I missed you. Your smell, your lips, your face. Your voice.”

“I missed you more than anything,” you cry into his lips, working away his blazer while his hair tickles your forehead. He helps, chuckling at the way you both paw at his shirt buttons.

Then finally, your hands fuse to his hot skin and he’s struggling to hold back. Flattened fingers slide down your torso until they reach your sex. He moans into your ear when he feels you dripping just for him. “Oh fuck, I can’t wait to feel you.”

“Aki, oh fuck.” He slides two fingers into your pussy and out again, working your slick on his fingers. You peer up to face the dark blue of his eyes, and he loses all composure seeing the love in yours. He slides the fingers into your mouth, silently demanding your obedience.

You suck away your juices with ardour and he moans, eagerly bringing them back to your pussy. “You’re so fucking pretty, especially like this.”

You slide your hands through his hair and pull, he’s always loved that. “More, huh?” He slides his fingers in until they’re knuckle deep, taking your breath at the same time as his lips lock with yours. Your legs hook around his lower back, needing to be closer, quivering beneath him at his touch.

“You think I forgot how you like your pussy touched? How you need to be worked upon?”

You stammer a breathless ‘no’ and his lips reach your neck. He kisses at the skin with possession, sucking and teasing his teeth to mark you. His other hand splays against your abdomen, joining his thumb to your clit as he continues to pulse his

his fingers into you.

“Aki, too much!”

“No, you can take it.” He only continues, hammering his fingers into you even faster. Those long fingers of his reaching that deep spot inside of you only he’s ever been able to reach.

“If you can’t take this then you can’t take me. Which is it?”

“I can,” you moan brokenly, your hips twitching and bucking up into his. The pleasure starts to coast along your nerves, washing through your body until you’re shaking and whimpering under him. “I want you, need to feel you again.”

His voice is breathy and raw in your ear, his teeth nipping playfully on your earlobe. “That’s my girl, come for me. I don’t want to stretch you too fucking tight tonight.” That mocking lilt to his voice all the more intoxicating.

“So, come on my fucking fingers, now.”

Aki prides himself on how well and how much he’s managed to gain this control of your body, months of deep appreciation and learning brought him to this point. He knows the right ways to suck and flick at your cunt until you burst.

You pant out his name endlessly, hazy as he journeys down your body with kisses. A silent shriek leaving your lips when he suddenly pulls your hips toward his face.

His hands sink into your hips and his mouth latches on to your pussy. “Aki, t-too sensitive!”

He rolls his tongue between your lips, catching the beads of your taste. But you’re shaking so much he decides to go easy on you, so he works away his pants, before hurrying back to your embrace.

Unwilling to let you go, both of his hands clutch your cheeks, kissing and coaxing your breathing down. He leans his back against the headboard and brings you close.

“Sit on it,” he pants into your lips, his hand hard enough to bruise your hip. “Please.”

You nod, reaching to guide him he bats your hand away. You moan at the gesture. Your peer down and make out the abundant gleam of arousal shining on his cock. You lift your hips for him and then he sounds like he’s struggling to breathe too. “Just like that, that’s my girl,” he stammers.

He swirls himself in your slick, clutching your neck he pulls you in for a deep kiss. “Feel me,” he drawls, sliding himself inside. You feel his lips stretch into a smile as you fill his mouth with moans. “Tell me how it feels, for you.”

You’re barely capable of words, you know Aki. He wants to know how this feels emotionally, as well as physically. He’s sneaky like that, catching you of guard when you’re stuffed full of his cock.

“G-good,” You slur. “Like I needed to feel you like this, even though it's a stretch.”

“But you always stretch to take me like the good girl you really are, right?”

“Always.” You roll your hips but get halted by his hands. “Aki,” you whimper, “You’re gonna kill me.”

“I’d never,” His lips press against your cheek, “Just wanna make you feel even better. I’ve treated you so terribly.”

Just like that, you’re being held in Aki’s arms like you weigh nothing. He holds you above his own body and fucks you with his cock, not letting you do a second of the work.

“Fuck I missed you. You’re so fucking warm, so fucking wet,” he grunts.

You’re like putty in his arms, “So d-deep. Aki. Aki, please.”

“You’re just what I needed, today. What I always need.”

He’s hitting so deep and so pleasurably, your mind is devoid of anything but him at this moment. The familiar scent of his skin, of his hair, the sound of him gruff yet so gracefully undone in your ear is all too much. “I love you.”

“I love you, please. Move back in. I’ve been an idiot.”

Your lips meet in the middle and tears fall amongst the desperate sounds of your bodies merging.

Aki starts to moan louder the more you clench on him, so close to your own undoing. “I’ve missed being inside you, feeling you. Touching myself could never fucking, come close.”

“I’m still on the pill, so you can,”

“Oh fuck, please don’t tell me that. So I can come inside.” His voice grows even shakier, his hands gripping your breasts. “Make yourself come first, I'm too close.”

You nod eagerly, he’s been keeping you on the edge for far too long. Through lidded eyes he watches as you fuck yourself on his cock. “You’re so gorgeous, you know that?”

“Aki.” Gripping his thighs behind you, you lean to give him a salacious view of your pussy swallowing his cock.

Grinning, he works his thumb onto your clit once more, rubbing tight circles on the sensitive bud. “Go on then, pretty girl. If you’re gonna show off like that,” he teases breathlessly. “Then show me how you come on it too.”

He’s ruthless, flicking your clit as he meets your hips in the middle. It all feels too good, years of experience of each other’s bodies being used all too well.

“Aki, I’m close.” He clutches your neck, aiding the intensity of your finish. You pussy squeezing him so tight he comes in an instant. Whimpering out

your name as he fills you with his come.

“Oh my fuck.” You collapse against his chest and he holds you tight, immediately.

As the minutes depart, your breaths slow in unison, holding each other in the now stark silence of the dark, his hand finds yours.

Your heartbeat’s sync.

“I love you,” he whispers into your hair. “Forgive me.”

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itsjeongris · 11 months

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We met in a Cruel Summer

It was the summer after high school when Y/n decided to go to her friend’s party only to involve herself with her school’s heartthrob, Kim Gyuvin.

Kim Gyuvin x F!Reader

A/N: This is the first story I wrote in a while so pls go easy on me sorry if it isn’t good and some things don’t make sense sorry

Word Count: 5.8k.

Warnings/Tags ig: She/Her pronouns used for reader, Angst? Fluff, Mild profanities, Mentions of food, Yelling, and ONE mildly suggestive scene, Takes place a year before boys planet got announced so gyuvin is like 17 here and the characters I write about here don’t reflect the idols in real life. (Pls msg if there’s more I haven’t added)

It was the first night of the summer, and Y/n was wearing a white long-sleeved collared shirt and black pants. She put on light makeup and then decided to make her way to her friend’s house for a party. She walked out and then went to the bus stop. While waiting she encountered her neighbor and IT boy at her school, Gyuvin. He had a promiscuous reputation, playing with girls, and things like that. He was at the top of his class every semester so his teachers couldn’t be bothered to involve themselves in high school drama. ‘I heard some nasty things about this dude from Seo-yun, it’s better to not get involved’ She thought, planning to avoid the boy. Much to her dismay, he decided to come up to her, sending her a smile that most girls swooned over.

“Hey, Y/n!” He said as he came up to her. “Are you going to Seo-yun’s party too?” Gyuvin added. “Yeah, I actually am” She replied, not wanting to be rude to him. “Great, so am I, you wanna go together?” He asked her with a smile. “Yeah, sure. I don’t mind” She said, noticing he looked genuinely happy she didn’t wanna dishearten him by declining. “Great! Let’s go then” He said pointing to the bus that just arrived. They both got on the bus sitting next to each other then talking about random things. She found out he has a dog and he’s part of a dance studio called Yuehua.

They soon arrived at the bus stop near Seo-yun’s place and both went out of the bus. The walk there was silent but not awkward, Y/n took the chance to think about things, ‘Gyuvin seems like a polite person though, maybe Seo-yun was lying about it?’ She said while unintentionally staring at him. “You know, if you’re gonna stare at me the entire time might as well ask me out,” He said with a smirk on his face. “Jeez I was just looking at you for like a second and why would I wanna date you? I just met you” She replied, noticing the boy looking dejected.

“Whatever let’s just go now.” It went silent and awkward for the two teens. They soon arrived at Seo-yun’s place. Knocking on the door then it opens, “Oh hey, Y/n- Woah Gyuvin you actually went?” Seo-yun asked in confusion while opening the door wider as a gesture to come in. “Yeah I mean I don’t have anything else to do so might as well.” He said letting himself in while grabbing Y/n’s hand to drag her along.

Seo-yun looked at the two suspiciously but ignored it and quickly dragged Y/n to where Sooha was waiting for them. “Girl- you got some explaining to do,” Seo-yun said to Y/n while she looked at them confusedly, “What do you mean?” After she said that she quickly realized what they meant. “First off, you came in here with THE Kim Gyuvin, Second, HE HELD YOUR HAND?” Sooha freaked out and looked disgusted. Y/n looked confused, “Listen, I only went with him because he offered to, and like- he just dragged me in? what’s wrong with it?” After Y/n said that Seo-yun made them go to a different room so they can discuss things more privately.

“We told you already okay, HE’S A FUCKING PLAYBOY HE’S JUST GONNA MANIPULATE YOUR FEELINGS LIKE HES DONE WITH ALMOST EVERYONE IN OUR SCHOOL” Seo-yun yelled out feeling frustrated, knowing she had some secret that she didn’t want to admit to her. “Can we just, enjoy the party? I don’t really wanna talk about this right now..” Y/n said nervously, trying to avoid the situation from spilling over.

“Fine, but we’re talking about this tomorrow,” Seo-yun concluded then all of them went back to the main room. Gyuvin approached Y/n as soon as she left the room. “Hey Y/n do you wanna hang out with me for a bit?” He asked her confidently. She thought about it and noticed none of his friends he seemed to hang around him were there and she didn’t want to embarrass him. “Yeah sure, I’m free anyways.” She said hesitantly

“Great! let’s go then?” He said grabbing her wrist and then taking her to where the drinks and food were. He grabbed a bag of chips while realizing Y/n hasn’t gotten a drink or any food. “Y/n, are you not gonna get anything?” He asked her worriedly. “Nope, I already ate a bit before coming here.” She said.

“That’s good, but you should eat still,” He said. “Yeah, I will” She replied and realized that he isn’t as bad as Seo-yun and Sooha made him out to be. There weren’t many people at the party but the loud music made her cover her ears occasionally. Gyuvin noticed it and asked her “Is it too loud for you? Do you wanna stay on the balcony?” She was surprised he even noticed it.

“I mean only if you want to” She replied back, it got silent between them, the only thing being heard was the loud music blaring from the speakers and the conversations of those around them. “What are you waiting for? let’s go.” He said grabbing her hand again, ‘I swear this is like the 3rd time today’ She thought.

They went up the stairs and soon reached the balcony. It wasn’t small and was fairly big for a balcony. It was empty except for the fake grass placed on the floor. Gyuvin sat down and Y/n followed soon after. He brought out a bag that literally came out of nowhere and brought out some more snacks.

“You want some?” He asks Y/n, “I don’t mind” She replied back, getting a choco pie out of the mini bag he had. “How come you’re so nice to me even though we just met?” She asked curiously. “We’ve been classmates for a while and you seem so nice but you never talked to me, I haven’t found the chance to talk to you until today though” It’s true, the pair had been classmates since their freshman year and now they’re on their senior years and Y/n hadn’t approached him because of Seo-yun and Sooha, they always told her that he was a bad person.

“Wow, who knew we felt the same” She muttered under her breath hoping he wouldn’t hear her. “Then why didn’t you talk to me?” He asked her. She was contemplating telling him about Seo-yun and Sooha, “It’s because of Seo-yun and Sooha.” she ended up spilling it. “Huh? What do you mean?” He questioned her, bewildered since last he checked, Sooha and Seo-yun were completely fine with him.

“They think you’re a playboy and would just end up breaking my heart in the end so they never let me talk to you” She said quickly hoping he would change the topic already. “Well don’t listen to them, do what you want to do and if it is talking to me and being my friend then so be it. Just don’t give a fuck about what they think, live your own life, Y/n” He said with his signature smile on his face.

“So would you like to be friends?” She asked nervously, fidgeting with her fingers as she waited for his answer. He grabbed her hands and looked at her endearingly. “Obviously I would, who wouldn’t wanna be friends with you?”

She decided to change the topic so it wouldn’t be that awkward. “You dance right?” She asked him. “I told you on the bus, didn’t I?” He replied to her in a playful tone. “I was wondering if you could teach me kick it by nct 127, I love the choreography for that but I’m not really sure how to do it.” She asked him hesitantly since they were not that close yet. “Sure, I don’t mind. I already learned it a while back, Can I have your number? So we can meet up one of these days” He said bringing out his phone, She put in her number and then returned it to him.

She checked her phone and then realized it was already midnight. “Shoot, I don’t think I can catch a ride home” She panicked since she snuck out and simply couldn’t call her mom to pick her up. “I’ll call an uber, you live around the block yeah? I’ll just walk you home” He offered. “No, I can’t accept it. You’re being too nice.” She said back. “Nope, too late I already called it and we’re friends, right? Obviously, I have to make sure you’re safe.” Gyuvin said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Fine whatever, if you insist,” Y/n answered back. They both went down to wait outside for their uber. In the main room, it was nearly empty except for the passed-out Yiren and Minji on the couch, Y/n draped a blanket over the pair. Seeing Y/n be so caring towards her friends made Gyuvin moved by her kindness despite the fact they both tried to not make her friends with him.

“Y/n ! The uber’s here, let’s go” He said. Y/n followed Gyuvin out and they soon both got in the car. The drive back was silent and soon reached Gyuvin’s home. He paid the driver and he drove off. He followed his word and walked her back home. They both said their goodbyes and went off their own ways. Y/n tried to open the front door as quietly as possible and ended up succeeding in getting in without her parents noticing.

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The duo soon got close as the weeks went by, without Y/n’s best friends knowing of course. She was now getting ready to meet Gyuvin at his house to hang out. She wore a hoodie with some leggings and a sling bag to keep her valuables. She soon heard his car pull up in front of her house. She soon finished applying her face powder and decided to go. It was a monday so her parents weren’t home. She soon got in the car.

“Hey Gyuvinnie !” She greeted him while putting on her seatbelt. “Yo Y/n, How are you?” He said. “I’m doing fine what about you?” She asked him. “Same here but I’m exhausted since I’m trying to improve my dancing skills” He replied back to her question. “Oh that’s nice.” She said while looking out the window. “Speaking of which, why did you take the bus that day? Why didn’t you just drive there yourself?” She asked, curiosity laced in her voice.

“I was grounded at that time so I couldn’t use the car so I just snuck out then took the bus.” He answered. “Then that makes two of us then !” Y/n said while smiling at him. He looked back at her then smiled back.

It didn’t take long for him to arrive at his home and they both got out and Y/n was surprised on the size of his house. She hadn’t seen the entirety of it during the night of the party because it was dark out and she realized how rich Gyuvin was. “Damn, What the hell” She mumbled under her breath in shock. “Stop staring at my house and just go inside” He said grabbing her by her wrist which seemed to be a habit for him.

“Gyuvin are your parents home?” She asked, “Nope, they’re both out on a business trip” He said. “You wanna go to my practice room? You wanna learn kick it right?” He asked her while she followed him. “Oh yeah I almost forgot, Thanks for reminding me.” She replied back and they walked in his practice room. It looked like a practice room from a dance studio, crazy to think he’s that rich.

“Okay let’s start” He walked over to the center of the room. “Let’s do some warmups first, shall we?” He offered. They did simple stretches and some exercises. He then brought out his phone then connected it to the speakers. “Do you want to watch the dance practice first or do you wanna go straight to it?” he asked. “I’ll just do it without watching the dance practice first”

He played the music on his phone, She did well in the first chorus then started to get lost in the 1st verse since she hasn’t watched the dance practice in a while. ‘Shoot I just embarrassed myself, Oh my god he must think I’m terrible now’ She started to slow her movements then stopped altogether. Gyuvin noticed then stopped the music and went over to her.

“Are you okay Y/n?” He noticed that she forgot some parts of the choreography at the start then got nervous afterwards. “We can watch the dance practice first if you want? Then I’ll teach you how to do it” He offered. “Yes please I’m suffering right now”

Gyuvin went out the room then came back with his laptop and placed it on the floor. She analyzed it and taking note of some parts she did wrong and got up after it ended. Gyuvin then went to Y/n and started showing her the steps for the first verse.

“So first you move your arms in an inward motion then you move your right leg outwards” He said while demonstrating it. “You can do it separately first then try to do it together.” She started doing it then slowly got the hang of it. “Your making some progress already ! Let’s try first chorus + 1st verse with the music” He said happily

She noticed him looking so passionate while dancing and it made her admire him. She started to fall for him even before she befriended him, her encounters with him in the hallway, or even the way he smiles at her while giving back her test paper. Y/n fell for Gyuvin so hard, but he fell first.

Y/n was able to finish the 1st verse and decided to learn the full song (i dont wanna describe anything I am not a dancer) after practicing the full choreography at least 10 times not including the learning portion they both lay on the floor, exhausted.

“Hey, you wanna eat anything? I can cook some ramyeon if you want?” He asked her sitting up and Y/n following soon after. “Yeah sure, I’m starving right now.” They both got up and walked towards his kitchen, getting a pack of noodles on the way. While waiting they both decided to chat a bit about their hobbies, She found out Gyuvin wanted to be an idol but is unsure about it since it mean giving up his privacy. He also liked singing and playing games. He offered to play some smash bros in his room after eating and she agreed excitedly.

They both ate silently then afterwards went to his room. He had a nice setup and a tv in his room too. He then set up his switch then booted up the game. He handed her a controller and opened the game. He chose Joker as his character and I chose Bayonetta.

Y/n was on a losing streak so she tackled Gyuvin to distract him then ended up winning. “Y/nnn That’s just cheating” He pouted then decided to change the game to mario kart. They both chose their characters then played as normal. Y/n ended up winning a lot surprisingly so Gyuvin got revenge. While she was in 1st place he started tickling her. “STOP- hah- PLEASE-” She started saying while in a fit of laughter.

They both didn’t win because they ended up forgetting about the game and ended up fighting each other. After a while they both just laid on the floor looking at the ceiling. “Gyuvinnie, have you decided on what career you wanna do besides being an idol?” She asked him while still looking up. “Not really, being an idol is really what’s on my mind right now. What about you Y/n?” He said while turning his head to look at her.

“I don’t really have anything in mind but maybe I’ll try to think about it more.” She replied and looked back at him. “You can be a dancer you know? With proper training you can be a great dancer” He suggested. “Hmm.. I’ll think about it when the time comes.” She was considering it ever since Gyuvin started to teach her how to dance kick it.

She got up and started looking for her bag. “Gyuvin, I’ll go now so my parents won’t worry.” She said while reaching her hand for the door knob, before she could twist it open a much bigger hand went on top of her’s and she turned around to see Gyuvin behind her. “Wait can you stay for a bit more Y/n?” he asked her. “

“Gyuvinnie, I can’t you know? I still have to do chor-” She got cut off by Gyuvin grabbing her shoulders then pinning her to the wall. ‘huh?’ she was confused and flustered. She started blushing furiously, “Yah, Gyuvin what are you doing? T-This isn’t funny you know...” She said nervously.

“Y/n... Ever since you introduced yourself in our freshman class, I had a crush on you. The way you were so nice to everyone to the way your eyes would shine when you answered a question in english. That night of the party made me fall for you more, I’m sorry if I made things awkward its fine if you don’t-”

Before he could complete his sentence, Y/n grabbed his collar then pulled him down so his lips could meet hers. He was caught off guard but after a few moments he kissed back. His lips moved perfectly against hers as he grabbed her waist to deepen it. In response she moved her arms to wrap around his neck.

They both pulled away panting and stayed in each other’s hold for awhile. Gyuvin grabbed her wrist then dragged her to his bed then hugged her. They both stayed like that for awhile until Y/n pops the question. “Gyuvin, what are we exactly?” She asks while sitting up, Gyuvin sits up too while he reached his hand out to cup her cheek. “We can be anything you wanna be, Y/n” He says endearingly while Y/n pulls him into another hug.

“Then I wanna be your girlfriend” She replies quickly. “I will but only if I’ll be your boyfriend” He says with a smirk. They ended up cuddling and falling asleep together.

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The next morning Y/n woke up and tried to sit up but Gyuvin’s arm was tightly wrapped around her waist. She realized that she was still in Gyuvin’s house and she never went home. “Oh shoot” She said louder than intended and ended waking Gyuvin up. “What is it Y/n?” He asked while rubbing his eyes. “My parents are gonna kill me.” She said while looking for her bag where she kept her phone.

“I’ll just take you there, just say you had an impromptu sleepover with Yiren or something?” He suggested. “That’s a good idea but they still might get mad but not as much” She replied, getting out of the bed and fixing her hoodie, While doing that she noticed Gyuvin spacing out and found herself staring at his dark brown irises, even though they were in a darker hue, she liked the way it shined when he does something he loved.

“Y/n, if you keep staring might as well compliment me already” He says with impatience laced in his voice. “Well sorry, your eyes are just pretty thats why” He blushes at the compliment but regains his composure. “Well they’re pretty because you see your own reflection in them~” He flirts back, while Y/n blushes a bit. “Y-Yah can I go home now” She asks still kind of flustered by what he said earlier.

“Fine, let’s go” Gyuvin said, reaching for her hand as they went out of his room. They continued this until she went home and when she reached her front door, before Gyuvin left Y/n hugged him then asked him to text her later.

Her parents arrived in the night then Y/n just explained that her and Yiren had a surprise sleepover and they just took her word for it.

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It’s been a month since Y/n and Gyuvin started dating, they went on a few dates here and there but for their monthsary, he decided to ask her out to an amusement park nearby. She accepted, eager to meet up with her boyfriend once more.

She was once again getting ready, she put on a simple crop top (if ur uncomfy just imagine any top) and baggy jeans. She wanted to wear something special but since they’re going in an amusement parks she had little options.

She decided to not put on makeup since it would most likely get ruined when she goes on the rides. Gyuvin told her beforehand that he wanted to take the bus instead of driving there and she just agreed since it really reminded her when they first met. “Y/nnn hurry upp” She heard Gyuvin saying it impatiently while knocking. “Wait-“ she says hurriedly as she got her bag and went down the stairs to answer the door.

“Hey Y/n, you ready to go?” He asks her. “Hi Gyuvinnie, yeah I am, let’s goo” She says excitedly and reaches to hold his hand. He noticed her trying to subtly reach out her hand and held her hand first. They continued on like this as they went over to the bus stop. She was currently rambling about a group that she was currently fixated on.

“Yeah like- Ciipher is an amazing group it’s just that rain sucks-“ She continued ranting about Ciipher until the bus arrived. Gyuvin wasn’t interested on the group itself, sure it intrigued him but all he could focus on was the way your eyes reflected off the sunlight giving a bright and youthful aura. The way some of your hair strands stood up, even though it may just appear messy on everyone else’s eye but to him, it’s what made her stood out from others in her school. She was the only one who didn’t attempt to hit on him or pursue him. Hell at one point Yiren tried asking him out but that didn’t work out.

After awhile she soon got tired then tried to sleep, Gyuvin noticed and put her head on his shoulder. It remained like this throughout the whole way there.

When the bus driver stopped to announce the stop, Gyuvin woke her up by shaking her lightly. She didn’t wake up, so he just slapped her lmao.

“What the hell gyuvin” Y/n was rubbing her arm while glaring at Gyuvin. “What? You wouldn’t wake up, let’s get off now idiot.” He said then holding her hand and dragging her out of the bus.

They walked a bit before they reached the amusement park then went through the entrance fees and lines. It was quick since they went on a week day. Y/n held Gyuvin’s hand and pointed at a big rollercoaster then looked at back at him with pleading eyes.

“Gyuvinnn can we ride that first” She begged. “Sure let’s go” He agreed and then went there with her. They soon after started lining up for the ride. It wasn’t long and they soon got to the front of the line, “Y/n, I dare you to ride in the front row” He said with a smirk, “Fine, but only if you do too” Y/n responded.

They both got on the ride and Y/n broke her composure and started looking around nervously. She fumbled with the seat belt, struggling to put it on. Gyuvin noticed it then reached his hand out to help her put it on.

The ride went smoothly afterwards besides the loops and drops. As the ride came to a stop, the couple got off slowly while holding onto eachother for support.

"Never again." Gyuvin stated as he draped his arm over Y/n's shoulder for support. "I regret ever suggesting that" Y/n said as she tried to support herself by doing the same thing Gyuvin was doing.

After 10 minutes of walking around the couple soon found a food stall they wanted to buy from. Y/n went to go find a seat for the two of them and Gyuvin went to buy food.

She was scrolling through instagram and felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Seo-yun and Sooha. "Oh hey Y/n I thought my eyes were deceiving me" Yiren said rubbing her eyes. "What are you doing here in the first place?"Aisha asked.

"Oh I'm just- waiting for a friend ! That's all" She lied and voice cracked at the end. "Do you want us to wait with you?" Seo-yun asked her. "NOOO- I mean no, you guys can go on about your day, pretend you never saw me" She spoke quickly, trying to end the conversation. "Whatever you say Y/n... Just text us if they don’t come okay !" Seo-yun said while dragging Sooha away.

As soon as the two left, Gyuvin arrived with a tray of food. "I'm sorry if I took long, the line was super long" He apologized profusely. "It's okay Gyuvinnie I didn't wait long, let's eat now" She said while grabbing her utensils and handed the other set to Gyuvin.

"I saw Yiren and Aisha awhile ago." Y/n said and she noticed that Gyuvin tensed up. "Are they still here? What did they say?" He asked. "They just asked me what I was doing here, I said I was waiting for a friend and they just let me be after I told them to. I'm not sure whether or not their still here though" She replied back.

"Well, are you still comfortable with me holding your hand or hugging you?" He asked her. "I am fine with it still, I know physical affection is your whole thing and I don't wanna ruin that..." She replied back while she reached her hand out to hold his hand and she smiled at him.

“But I still want to be careful since I don’t know if they’re still here..." Y/n stated as she looked down. Gyuvin noticed her nervous state then brought his hands to her face then started to squish her cheeks. "Forget about them for today, this day is about us right?" He said to her with a smile.

She soon felt comforted seeing his smile and they both decided to go find games as soon as they finished eating. They walked around hand-in-hand in the park. The pair soon reached the area where the games are located.

Y/n saw a white stuffed bunny and ran towards that stall and waited in line. It was soon their turn to play and Y/n tried aiming the rifle at the bunny. She was unsuccessful in her 2 tries. Gyuvin offered to try for the last attempt and ended up winning her the plush.

After the employee handed it to them Y/n quickly hugged the bunny and wouldn't let go of it. "So what are you gonna name it?" He asked. "I'm gonna name him Vinie !" Y/n said after putting the bunny on top of her head. "why would you name it that though?" Gyuvin asked curiously. "Because the bunny reminds me of you."

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It soon turned night and the pair was exhausted after the long day of just going on rides, playing games and walking around. Before leaving they decided to go on the ferris wheel for last. As they enter the gondola everything went silent. Right before the gondolas reached the top, Gyuvin spoke up. “I love you, Y/n” He said while staring at her. Y/n was surprised by his sudden confession, nonetheless she replied. “I love you too Gyuvin”.

As she said that Gyuvin leaned forward then grabbed Y/n’s collar then pressed his lips against her’s. She felt butterflies in her stomach, She kissed back as their lips moved in sync. The kiss ended soon after since they realized the ride would end soon. Y/n was blushing furiously and was fidgeting with her fingers for the remainder of the ride.

When they got off Y/n was quiet the entire time. She was still in shock from the previous events, Gyuvin holding her hand brought her back from her thoughts. “Are you okay? Sorry if I made you uncomfortable” He said while rubbing his thumb over her hand. She looked back at him and spoke, “No it’s nothing I’m just- flustered? I guess...” He got what she was trying to say then hugged her for comfort.

“You wanna go?” “Can we take the train this time?” She asked him. “Yeah, I’m fine with anything as long as your here.”

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A week passed by and the start of their school year was nearing. Y//n decided to ask Gyuvin out on a date 2 weeks before school. They both met up in a cafe and ordered coffee and cinnamon rolls. They were both talking to each other and their coffee arrived soon after.“Did you hear about the new update they announced for genshin?” As Y/n brought up a conversation the bell on the cafe door chimed and she widened her eyes seeing who just walked through it.

“What the hell Y/n.” Seo-yun said while looking at Gyuvin and Y/n who intertwined their hands. “What are you doing.” Sooha spoke up and dragged the two to stand up. “We’re on a date. What else does it look like?” Gyuvin said with a snarky tone and tried hiding Y/n behind him. “Y/n after all that we told you... YOU STILL DATED THIS ASSHOLE?” Seo-yun yelled out grabbing Y/n’s wrist then dragging her out the cafe, Sooha tagging along and Gyuvin stayed in the cafe in shock.

“SEO-YUN WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM” Y/n yelled out while Seo-yun released her wrist from her grasp.“MY PROBLEM IS THAT YOUR DATING GYUVIN”Seo-yun was furious. Anyone could tell and a few people on the street started looking in their direction “AND? I CAN DATE WHOEVER YOU WANT ITS MY LIFE” Y/n replied back. “NOT IF THAT PERSON YOUR DATING IS MY CRUSH” Seo-yun’s reply confused Y/n “What? What do you mean” She said. “I MADE UP ALL THOSE THINGS ABOUT HIM SO YOU CAN STAY AWAY BUT NO- YOU STILL DECIDED TO WHORE YOURSELF OUT TO HIM” Seo-yun yelled out while approaching Y/n. “

I DIDNT EVEN TALK TO HIM FIRST, HE APPROACHED ME SO WHAT? YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST INSULT ME LIKE THAT” “I WOULDNT HAVE INSULTED YOU IF YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM ALREADY” The air around them was starting to get heated, some of the bystanders left, realizing it was a personal matter.

“I- I thought we were friends” Y/n’s voice started to die down as her vision got clouded with tears. “WE ARE ITS JUST THAT YOU DECIDED TO GO FOR SOMEONE I HAD A CRUSH ON. NOW BREAK UP WITH HIM OR OUR FRIENDSHIP IS OVER.” Seo-yun yelled out one final time before turning her back on her and leaving along with Sooha.

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As soon as Y/n got home she burst out in tears. She went straight to her room then cried more into her pillow. She soon fell asleep for a few hours. She woke up and got her phone and texted Gyuvin.

She heard her phone ring then declined the call. She went to message her friends that she already broke up with him. Y/n started to regret her decision but she knew it was too late to take it back. Seo-yun and Sooha were her only friends and they’ve been really close since childhood and she didn’t wanna ruin her friendship because Seo-yun had a crush on her now ex-boyfriend.

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It was the start of the school year and Y/n was classmates with Seo-yun and Sooha again. Everything went smoothly in their friendship after the breakup but deep down Y/n still knew she liked Gyuvin, but she didn’t want Seo-yun to get mad at her.

As she was talking in the classroom with Seo-yun and Sooha she noticed Gyuvin staring at her from the corner of her eye.

The bell rang and the trio went to their respective seats. Their classes ended quicker that they thought and Y/n was spacing out after the bell rang and was left sitting at her seat.

“Y/nnn Are you coming??” Sooha said, breaking Y/n out of her trance. The 3 soon went to the cafeteria and while they were eating all Y/n could think of was Gyuvin. She missed him. She regrets breaking up with him but she doesn’t wanna lose her life-long friend either.

Y/n soon felt a tap on her shoulder, She looked back and saw Gyuvin. “We need to talk. Now.” He said while grabbing her shoulder and taking her to an empty classroom. “Uhm Hi?” She said out of nervousness and confusion. “Why did you break up with me” Gyuvin asked while unintentionally pinning her against the wall by her shoulders.

“I- I just fell out of love you know” Y/n tried lying her way out of this, She feels like she can’t hold her tears anymore. “You’re lying.” He replied back firmly. “It’s true” She said while trying not to let the tears spill out but it was unsuccessful. She ended up letting it all out. “Stop lying already” “I- I’m not” She tried to stop her hiccups from being to obvious but her efforts were futile.

“If you weren’t lying then you wouldn’t be crying right now” He said while bringing her in for a hug. Oh how Y/n missed this, she felt like she could melt right now but she still had to remember. They aren’t even together anymore.

“I still love you but we just- can’t be together” Y/n said trying not to break down. “And why not? Is this because of your friends?” He asked her patting her back while trying not to cry also. “It’s not! We just aren’t meant to be together.” She said. “We both still clearly love each other, you’re just torturing me at this point, there’s nothing stopping us from being together” Gyuvin said slowly losing his calm composure. “I love you, but I just can’t be with you. You deserve better, like Seo-yun or something” She spoke, she backed up and went to reach for the door but then she looked back and saw Gyuvin’s tear stricken face.

“But if you love me then why did you leave?”

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milkyybuns · 2 years

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Just Chatting

Characters: Uzui Tengen x streamer!reader

Contains: NSFW (MDNI), modern au, fem!reader, streamer!reader, reader is a bad girlfriend , angst, dubcon, sad + angry tengen, jealous + possessive tengen, overstimulation, slight exhibitionism, dirty talking, sex instead of talking through issues like adults 😕

Synopsis: Since becoming a full time streamer you've barely had time for your boyfriend. He decides that enough is enough.

Word Count: 1.2k

Tagging: @novaresque @awaruna2 @lighturqoi @bigtiddyvampirelover @mindlesschicca

a/n: Started this 3 months ago but only just had the motivation to finish it. I never thought I’d be writing angst but here I am. Reader is a bit of a shit person, This literally hurt my own heart writing it but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Enjoy?

Tengen's thoughts are in italics

“Baby come and watch this movie with meee!” Tengen whined.

“Mm soon just one last round, promise.” You replied distractedly, eyes glued to the screen and fingers tapping at your mouse and keyboard.

Tengen hated it.

He wanted to be a supportive boyfriend, he really did, but the insecurity in him flared up every time you seemed to be having so much fun online with these strangers instead of him.

It only got worse when you became a full-time streamer. Every day you'd play or chat with your viewers for hours on end, often leaving your boyfriend eating dinner alone in the dining room of your shared apartment.

Tengen took a deep breath as he waited for the microwave to finish heating up the leftover curry.

It’s ok, I'll finally get to spend some quality time with her next week. I've booked the most romantic anniversary dinner after all!

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Tengen buttoned up his freshly ironed shirt and put on his fitted dress pants. He turned around in the mirror and grinned.

Damn I look good~

He was brimming with excitement, practically skipping down the hall to your room.

"Ready to go sweetheart?" His head poked through your doorframe, but the giddiness in his expression quickly soured at the sight of you hunched over your work desk.

“Oh Ten you know my 10k celebration stream is tonight right? I told you ages ago.” You didn't even look up from your screen as you continued to set up the mic.

“B-but... What about dinner?”

He sounded like a hurt puppy.

“Sorry baby we’re gonna have to reschedule.”

"It's our 1 year anniversary!"

“You know how it is, don’t want to disappoint my fans!”

Your fans? What about me?

His eyes drifted to your outfit, clenching his jaw when he saw the way your tits were practically spilling out of the strappy top. He could never understand why you had to wear things like that for your 'fans'.

“It’s normal for streamers, plus it's good for the donations.”

“Do they know you have a boyfriend?” He emphasised the last word as if to remind you.

"...It's better to let them think I'm single. It's just part of the job."

Tengen was seething. He leaned against the door frame of your studio room, watching you chat to your audience and thanking them for their donations.

“Hey lovelies! I’m so excited for my 10k anniversary stream today ♡ Thank you guys for always being there for me and I can’t wait to answer all your questions in the special Q&A!” You beamed at your screen, giving your audience your sweetest smile.

"Y/N."

His voice was cold, barely able to contain his anger when you continued to ignore him.

"Y/N."

“Hm? Oh don't worry guys that was just my brother!” You said sweetly. "Thank you to everyone who submitted questions, let's get started ♡ ”

Let’s see how your fans react to this.

You flinched when you felt large hands push your thighs apart, glancing down to see Tengen under your desk and between your legs. He sucked and bit at the soft skin, but you pushed his head away, silently gesturing to him you were live. He paid you no heed, instead ducking under your skirt to press his tongue against your panties. After thoroughly wetting the fabric he pushed them aside to dive right into your folds, two fingers pressing harsh circles against your clit, making you squirm.

"O-ok first question: Sirsnakealot asks: 'What's your type?' "

"Ah I'd say, someone who's dependable, has his own job. And it'd be a bonus if he's handsome ofc <3 hehe."

You forced a smile as you tried your hardest to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. Your flushed expression was not missed by your attentive viewers.

mitsuluvss555: does she have a fever?

ynsimppp: y/n-chan go get some water <33

“I’m fine! I think I ahh~ just had too many energy drinks before the stream...!”

You had to pretend to take a sip of water off screen as you collapsed against the desk. You flipped up your skirt to meet the fiery gaze of your boyfriend, who was now suckling on your clit and playing with your quickly dampening folds.

"S-stop it Ten...! We can...hah..do this la...ah...later." You reprimanded in a hushed tone.

He looked up at you defiantly, responding by pushing two of his long fingers inside your now soaked cunt, curling them in that way that made you keen.

Your vision was getting blurry, but you bit your lip and hid it with a smile.

"N-next question! ItsMeDiooo with the $69 donation asks: "Y/n-chan are you single?"

You feel Tengen growl against your cunt, his fingers pumping faster inside you as his teeth sank into your clit.

"aha t-these questions are so personal today...I've told you guys before, I'm just too busy for a relationship at the moment. Thank you for the donation though, I appreciate your support!"

Tengen was being purposefully noisy, hoping your mic would catch the sloppy sounds he was making between your legs.

"Next question!"

How the fuck are you still ignoring me?

Suddenly you were roughly pulled off your chair. You fell onto the carpet as your boyfriend quickly hovered over you.

yandereyorchan: what happened???

mitsuluvs555: y/n chan are you okay? ><

bigdaddyguro: I didn't pay for this what the hell

“Ten what the fuck? I need to get back to my stream-"

His firm grip on your waist held you in place, as you struggled to get back up. His hot mouth trailed up your neck and left sloppy kisses on your exposed skin.

“I planned such a nice evening for us baby.” Tengen growled against your ear.

“I got all dressed up for you, and you would rather talk to these strangers?” His voice was icy yet calm, making you shiver.

He bit down harshly at your neck, leaving hickies in all the places you said he wasn't allowed to. Pleads of 'no not there ten!" and "baby, stop it!" were muffled by open-mouthed kisses against your lips.

“I’m your boyfriend aren’t I? Let me act like it then.”

He pressed the blunt tip of his cock against your slick folds, making your eyes widen.

“Ten stop it the stream is still on!” You whispered in a panicked tone.

“Are you scared they’ll hear you?” Tengen smirked. "I bet they'd love to listen in, would probably jerk off wishing they were inside this tight pussy."

He groaned when he pushed all the way in ‘till he bottomed out. Both of you panted harshly as he fucked you right there on the carpet. Your breathy moans sounded so pretty to him, the way you mewled and whined under him almost made Tengen forget he was angry at you. Almost.

Just when you were about to cum, his hips stopped altogether. You whimpered in protest as you met your boyfriend's dark gaze.

"W-why'd you stop?"

"Tell me baby, who's the one giving you this dick?"

"Y-you."

"Who does this little pussy belong to?"

"Y-you, Tengen...!"

"Damn right."

He resumed his intense pace with a groan. Soon your walls were spasming around him, tightening with one last whimper as he pumped you full of his milky seed. Tengen couldn't help the smirk on his face as he watched his cum slowly slip out of you.

"Get up baby, we have dinner to get to."

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catholicwhorexxx · 8 months

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every single thought i had abt one piece live action

alvida is so hot im praying when she comes back she’ll have the slip slip fruit and still be fat please god.

introducing zoro with baroque works instead of with helmeppo was fucking genius, and mr 7’s redesign is pique. and the gore of zoro killing mr 7? sets a great fucking precedence.

binks brew playing in the background of the flash back where luffy eats his fruit >>>>>

i want a copy of nami’s book as merch

i love the little homage to the original of luffy planning to just fly in

having luffy be there for the scene with helmeppo and rika >>>>

ive said it once ill say it a thousand times how do they manage to make zoro even gayer. ill never get over the whimpering caption with helmeppo just crawling on the ground.

nami girlboss girlslaying even

zoro you cryptic little gay freak “then he owes me money” “didnt wanna make a mess”

im mad they didnt make captain morgan tell helmeppo he didnt beat him as a kid is bc he’s too pathetic to hit.

captain “we should be working for the same team” morgan. bro you are an elder fag preying on a young gay man. THE SHOULDER TOUCH???

roronoa “i kinda got my own thing going on” zoro

“7 days? i could catch up on my sleep”

“when i get down from here, you’ll be the one begging.” MY GOD YOU FAG

tag urself im the bead of sweat in zoros eyebrow

“get lost”

“i am.. lost”

“heyhey no. dont do that.”

my god nami’s actress is perfect the body language, tone of voice, its so accurate to how she was pre joining strawhats. and GOD her facial expressions in her first fight scene w luffy…

zoro almost dipping then deciding he wants to fight lmao i love it

“arent you that drunk from the bar?”

“glad i made an impression.”

morgan you didnt capture shit

inaki did a great job making luffy still look animated.

zoro cutting helmeppos hair is so fucking funny

garp knew exactly who it was when he first got that call

buggy youre sitting like SUCH a slut

buggy loves talking abt shanks like he’s an ex boyfriend

i wanna see what else buggy can do

zoro definitely had sex with cabaji and then killed his brother

i could watch yasopp shoot people all day

shanks casting is so well done im obsessed with the fact that none of the characters are the conventionally attractive roblox looking types

also the timing of luffy being drowned and the flashback to shanks saving him… timed perfectly great depiction of ptsd. same thing with zoros flashbacks.

“why gonna rob the place blind?”

“at least a little blurry”

i love the wlw mlm solidarity with nami and zoro, oh my god the scene of them getting dressed and nami picking out a shirt for him??? obsessed.

zoros pink ass drink

FUNKY BAR MIRROR BALL???

“arlonggg babyyyy”

“you dont think she like. like likes me do you?”

i love the way the meowmin twins move when theyre fighting in the stairwell

luffy grinning like a freak through kuros blades :333 and then the fucking thumbs up

luffys look to nami when kaya says they have a ship

damn they really just fucking murked merry

“they do know im the captain right?”

“let them have this one”

“we are” playing while they leave syrup village im obsessed

nami laughing for probably the first time in years at usopp and luffy fighting over who’s the captain

i could write an essay about the fear in garps eyes in that flashback (im going to)

“which way is port?”

“the left!”

“neverrrrrrr!”

“fine ya brat have it yer wae”

garp laughing bc he’s actually invested in his job again

the camera lense while luffy is smelling the baratie is fucking hilarious

“add food to the equation and suddenly he knows how to navigate”

ive said it once i’ll say it a thousand times inaki does a great fucking job making luffy still look animated

ill never get over sanji’s accent its so fucking fan indulgent

the little angry kick after he puts em on the fucking ground

“welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambiance is the food. my name is sanji what can i get for you?”

“any drinks one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?”

“apologies madam didnt see you there. would you care for an apéritif to start?”

sanji is such a freak oh my god i love him

zoro pointing it out is so fan indulgent

zoro grinning like an idiot when nami says “i need a drink”

im obsessed with usopps fishbowl

sanji’s smile talking about the all blue WAHHHH

i love live action sanji cooking

his fucking theme playing oh my god

zoro and nami comparing usopp to a sea slug

“i had friends”

“swords dont count”

“i had one friend”

“hell one more than i have”

zoro you fucking freak

why is he standing like that fucking fag

“because youre my friend you idiot” NAMI WAHHHHHHHH

zeff is so hot omfg

sanji’s desperate baby scream breaks my heart

i really like they went using with the original manga plotline for sanji’s backstory

“id eat both arms and legs to save zoros life”

putting buggy in the bag is so fucking funny

that zoom in on sanji yelling “zeff” what was that

god i love sanji and zeffs fight

zoro waking up scene is fucking adorable

zoro you fucking devoted freak i love you

ill never get over sanji’s theme

“the only thing i wanna hear from you is dinner specials”

baby nami is perfectly cast

BLACK NOJIKO BLACK NOJIKO

buggys body pinned up at arlongs base lmfao

“arlong has bled us dry”

“then find more blood”

i love helmeppo sitting like that lmao

bellemere’s death scene always makes me tear up jesus christ

“i thought itd take a lot more liquor to bring out your mutinous side.”

why was arlongs speech edited like that oh my god

“of course i will” makes me tear up every fucking time

nami drawing her maps in fucking blood is such great symbolism

“you look tired, maybe you should take a break”

“maybe you ought to get back in the kitchen”

“quit screwing around! luffy needs us!”

“you just got here you dont know what luffy needs.”

“i know he needs my cooking.”

“putting two slices of bread together?”

telling buggy to shut up in unison lmao

“im gonna get outta here.” while flipping them off

“fucking clown.”

USOPP EXPLODING STAR U GOAT

“i get it zeff was mean to you boohoo”

“you dont ever badmouth nami.”

“now youve done it.”

god i love taz skylar

“all great fighters call out there finishing moves”

“yeah youre gonna fit in just fine.”

SANJI WANTING TO HUG NAMI AND HER RUNNING PAST LMFAO

“back for seconds must have liked it.”

“at least i dont need 3 swords to prove im a man.”

garp jus beating the shit out of luffy

nami hitting nezumi >>>>>

god i fucking love nami talking at bellemeres grave

“i know what it means to fight for your family.”

luffy’s reaction to his bounty im in love

koby what was that gay ass look you want to kiss luffy so bad dont you

“be a good marine.”

“be a good pirate.”

luffy mimicking his poster

god i love makino

kaya with a different tea looking healthy 😭

luffy’s bounty up under employee of the month

BUGGY AND ALVIDA BUGGY AND ALVIDA BUGGY AND ALVIDA

god i love garp

helmeppo learning to be swordsman :33

“maybe the old chef was right. it id your turn.”

“i can still take you.” not in a fight…

their jolly roger 🥺🥺🥺

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: 18+ Only!!

Tags: Possible triggers! Please read all the tags before continuing! Angst!!!, Car accident, hospital, MAJOR CHARACTER INJURIES, Near-death experience, mention of surgery and hospital treatment, arguments, invasion of privacy, eventual smut, the reader is a virgin, fingering, metal arm kink, oral sex, unprotected sex, fluff, explicit language, out of character Bucky (yeah he's emotional), one instance of dark humor, and I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed anything.

Beta: T. Thompson

Word Count: 8k +

Fic Aesthetic: Yours Truly

No matter how tired you were, sleeping after you finished a mission was impossible.

Honestly, you'd tried everything. Herbal tea, a shower, taking medicine, nothing seemed to calm your body or mind enough to drift off. After an hour of tossing and turning, you gave up and threw back your covers. Sighing heavily, you grabbed your journal and slid on a pair of shorts before quietly slipping into the hall.

It was nearly three in the morning, and you were fairly certain that everyone else in the tower was sound asleep. The echo of your feet padding softly against the carpet was the only sound as you made your way to the common area. It was your favorite place to write because it was quiet and not to mention, the couch was extremely comfy.

You plopped down on the soft cushions and draped one of the throws across your legs to keep warm. Turning to a new page, you tapped the end of your pen against your lip. There were so many things going through your mind all at once, and out of all of those things, the only one you wanted to write about was him.

James Buchanan Barnes, fondly known to the team as Bucky, occupied your mind so often that it was starting to become a problem. It had become apparent to you that your “little crush” was blossoming into something bigger when other people on the team started to notice.

The first time it happened, you were in the kitchen.

It was morning and you were sitting at the nook eating cereal. Natasha was next to you sipping coffee and munching on a protein bar. Bucky walked into the room, his hair was sticking up in all directions and the stubble on his face was more noticeable than usual.

You subtly eyed him as he walked by and watched as he started the coffee pot. He turned to face you two and absentmindedly scratched at his stomach making his shirt rise and reveal his very defined Adonis belt. You immediately choked on the cereal, the milk going down the wrong pipe making your face turn a deep red. Natasha slapped you a few times on the back, both her and Bucky asking if you were okay. Nodding, you excused yourself to your room and avoided them both for the rest of the day.

It happened again a week later. Steve was giving you a hand-to-hand combat lesson that you'd been begging for so you could go on bigger missions. Everything had been going fine. You were able to block Steve's hits nearly every time, and you even got a hit or two in yourself.

Then you saw him. Bucky was using the bench press machine. A sweat-soaked tank top and shorts clung to his skin deliciously, and it made your mouth water. You tried to focus on Steve's movements, but the moment Bucky let a soft grunt fall from his lips you nearly whimpered.

The next thing you knew, Steve had you pinned to the ground shaking his head.

"You should tell him, Y/N. I can't have you on missions if you're gonna get distracted like this, sweetheart. Someone could get hurt if I don't have my entire team one hundred percent at the ready."

Shaking the memories out of your mind, you put the pen on the paper and began to write. It was like your hand had a mind of its own. The words flowed freely, and soon you had half a page filled with how much you wished you could express how you felt to the soldier.

It’s 3:22 AM and I still can’t get you out of my mind.

I wish I could tell you how I feel, what you do to me every day unintentionally.

I notice so many little things you do that make me crazy about you. The way you bite your lower lip when you’re concentrating on something.

How your eyes light up when you eat your favorite food, the full-body laugh you do when Steve tells a funny story or the way you tilt your head to the side when you’re interested in something.

I can’t get you out of my head, Bucky… fuck I wish I could tell you how I stay up late at night wishing you were next to me. I want to scream to the entire world that the man I love is you.

I had my playlist on shuffle today while I was doing my workout and a song came on that hit me in the chest like a ton of bricks because it’s you… it’s how I feel about you.

After my last relationship, I told myself that I wouldn’t be so spontaneous when it came to love again. I tried… lord knows I fuckin’ tried, but the moment you stepped off that elevator the first time, my heart was yours. It chose you, James. You. You’re it, and I know that you don’t feel the same way.

I mean, why would you? You’re this kind, strong, loving man who lights up any room and has overcome so many things. I’ll never be that. I’ll never be worthy of you… You’re so out of my league, and yet you’re the man I will love until the day I take my last breath.

I’ve gone on too long with pouring my heart out, so I will just end this entry with the verse of the song I heard that spoke to me the most.

You'll always be the dream that fills my head

Yes you will

Say you will

You know you will oh baby

You'll always be the one I know I'll never forget

There's no use looking back, oh wondering

Because love is a strange and funny thing

No matter how hard I try and try

I just can't say goodbye

No no no no

I never had a dream come true

'Til the day that I found you

Even though I pretend that I've moved on

You'll always be my baby

I never found the words to say

You're the one I think about each day

And I know no matter where life takes me to

A part of me will always be with you.

By the time you were finished, tears were sliding down your cheeks onto the paper. You took a deep shaky breath and tried to stifle your sobs. It was pathetic really, the way you couldn’t just sack up and tell him how you felt or just move on altogether. The pads of your fingers pawed at your eyes as you tried desperately to stop crying. Eventually, you curled against the back of the couch, your journal held tightly to your chest as sleep finally took you.

The sound of someone calling your name was what woke you. Their voice laced with concern as you blinked rapidly to adjust to the brightness of the now lit room.

“Y/N? Hey, doll, what’re you doin’ out here?”

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and groaned before sitting up, coming face to face with the Winter Soldier himself. “B-Bucky? Wha-?”

He started to reach for you, and suddenly you were very aware of your surroundings. Your heart hammered against your chest as you tried not to look so affected by his presence alone.

“Is everything okay? It’s not like you to sleep out here.”

The moment his hand came in contact with your shoulder your breath hitched. He’d never touched you before, and to your horror, you realized he’d noticed the way you reacted.

Panic coursed through you and you quickly stood, coming up with the first excuse to get out of there.

“S-Sorry I… I got to um… I got this thing I’m late for. I-I’m sorry.”

You sprinted so fast to your room that you almost bumped into a sleepy Natasha. She gave you a look but didn’t ask as she kept walking down the hall.

You didn’t relax until the door to your room was closed and locked. Trying to catch your breath, you flipped the bathroom light on and placed both hands on the counter. Get a hold of yourself, Y/N.

Even your inner monologue wasn’t helping as much as you’d like it to. Turning the cold tap you gathered some water in your hands and splashed it across your face. Then it donned on you, all the color draining from your face as your head snapped up to look at your reflection. You left the one thing you always kept track of downstairs.

Your journal.

As quickly as you could without being too obvious you hurried back to the common room praying no one discovered your most prized possession. Rounding the corner you stopped breathing.

There, standing in the middle of the room, was Bucky holding your journal. It was open and by the looks of it, he was reading your latest entry. This couldn’t be happening, this had to be some sick nightmare that you couldn’t wake up from.

You backed away slowly, your breathing becoming more erratic by the second. Your arm hit the wall causing a picture frame to fall and hit the ground, the sound making Bucky immediately train his eyes on you.

He started toward you, and your fight or flight response kicked in. You turned and ran to the stairs leading to the garage ignoring his calls for your to stop. Tears stung the corner of your eyes and you nearly fell down the last flight.

You yanked your car keys off the hook on the wall and soon you were speeding down the road going who knows where. All that mattered was getting as far away from him as possible. How could you have been so careless? He surely hated you, reading all of those things you wrote about him.

Your tears were coming in full force now making your vision blurry. Without thinking you reached across the center console to the glove box for a napkin to wipe your face.

The next few seconds seemed to happen in slow motion. A horn startled you, the headlights of what appeared to be a truck took away your field of vision. You tried to cut the wheel and brake, but it was too late. The force of the crash sent your car into the ditch, the momentum making you roll over multiple times until everything went black.

Bucky tried to catch up to you, and on any normal day, he'd have probably been successful. This, however, wasn't anywhere near normal. The moment he found the little pink and black book wedged under the couch cushion he'd been intrigued. The smooth surface of the cover felt cool beneath his flesh hand as he inspected it for any indication of its owner.

Shrugging to himself, he flipped to the latest page thinking it was some sort of address book. Boy had he been wrong. He knew he shouldn't be reading this, but then he saw his name. With furrowed brows he let his eyes glide over every word, and it wasn't until he looked up and saw your horrified face that he knew how badly he fucked up.

He made it to the threshold of the garage just in time to see the tail lights of your car speeding away from him. He chastised himself as he hurried back up to the living area.

"You should have just left the damn thing alone!" He paced back and forth around the kitchen, his head in his hands as he contemplated how he was going to fix this.

Steve caught him by surprise, his hand coming to rest on his shoulder making him jump. "Whoa! It's just me, man. What's going on? Why are you so distraught?"

Bucky shook his head and breathed heavily out of his nose. "I ruin everything I fuckin' touch…"

Steve was taken aback. He hadn't seen his best friend this upset in a very long time, and it scared him. "Buck, what happened? C'mon man, talk to me."

Bucky planted the palms of his hands on the counter, his shoulders heaving as he spoke.

"I came downstairs this morning and found Y/N sleepin’ on the couch. I woke her up thinking there was something wrong, and I thought I spooked her 'cause she ran down the hall faster than I'd ever seen her run before."

Bucky turned to look at Steve, regret written all over his face. "Turns out it was because of this." He held the small book up so the Captain could see. "It was under the cushion of the couch and I tried to figure out who it belonged to so I could return it. Turns out it was Y/N's diary…"

He closed his eyes and swallowed thickly. "She… she writes about me… says she loves me. How did I not see this before? How did I…"

He shook his head and trailed off just as FRIDAY, the towers AI, spoke up. "There's an incoming phone call for you Mr. Rogers. Shall I patch it through?"

Bucky's heart rate spiked. He prayed it was you. He needed to tell you how sorry he was that he invaded your privacy.

Steve looked at Bucky and they shared a mutual nod. "Send it through, FRIDAY."

There was a moment of silence, and then Steve spoke again. "Y/N? Is that you?"

Nothing could have prepared them for what happened next.

"Mr. Rogers, my name is Sheriff Shay Anderson with the county police department. There's been a two-car head-on collision resulting in a rollover. The driver of the truck only suffered minor injuries, but the female victim left the accident scene unresponsive. It appears the silver tesla belongs to Ms. Y/N Y/L/N. Her emergency contact listed was you. She's currently being life-lined to the nearest trauma center. I apologize for delivering such grave news…"

Bucky couldn't focus on the rest of the conversation, his blood running cold. He couldn't breathe. This was all his fault. If he hadn't read your diary you wouldn't be fighting for your life. He didn't even realize he was crying until Steve rested a hand on his shoulder again.

"FUCK!"

He hurled the diary so hard it shattered the glass wall of the common room.

"Buck! Hey! STOP!" Steve grabbed his arms to steady him. "I need you to calm down, man. We need to go. Now! She needs us, okay? We need to find out the extent of her injuries before we make any rash decisions."

Steve stared desperately into Bucky's eyes, willing his friend to take a deep breath.

"Calm down? Calm down?! How can I calm down, Steve?! Y/N is… she's… DAMMIT! She's gonna die!! And it's all my fucking fault!"

Bucky shoved past Steve, fishing his keys out of his pocket as he headed straight for his motorcycle.

"Son of a... Bucky!…what are you doing?! You shouldn't be alone right now. Let's pull the team into a meeting and get our bearings. I'll wake everyone up and we can all go see her together."

Bucky stopped, his hand on the door that led to the garage. "No." His voice was firm, and it eerily resembled the tone he had when he was the Winter Soldier all those years ago.

"I did this… I'm the reason she's dying and I'm going to do anything I can to save her life. Even if I have to sacrifice myself to do it. I'll do whatever it takes. Let. Me. Go."

Steve stopped, his hands at his sides as he watched Bucky take off down the stairs to his bike. He closed his eyes, fear gripping his heart as he concluded that you might not survive this.

He pushed that thought aside and told FRIDAY to wake the team for an emergency meeting. He couldn't let his emotions take over, as much as he wanted to feel them. He had to be strong for the team, he had to be strong for you.

Ten minutes later a very sleepy team was standing in the kitchen looking irritated and confused.

Bruce had his arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame, Natasha was sweaty from her morning workout, Clint chewed on a nail waiting as patiently as he could, Wanda stood in her pajamas rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Vision stood next to Wanda looking expectantly at Steve, Rhodey leaned against the counter by the fridge. Tony and Sam were seated at the nook, leaving Loki and Thor standing in their full Asgard clothing, looking the most awake out of all of them.

Steve took a moment to gather his bearings. He swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes swept the entirety of the room.

"There's been an accident…"

Murmurs and looks of concern filled the room and they didn't cease until Cap raised his hand to silence them.

"Y/N got into a car wreck this morning, and she's in critical condition. She's being life-lined to the nearest trauma center as we speak, and I don't know…" Steve paused, his voice betraying him as he tried to keep his tears at bay. "...I don't know if she's gonna pull through this one."

Bucky cranked the throttle as he weaved in and out of traffic. He didn't stop for lights, he didn't stop for stop signs, and he nearly got hit by an oncoming train. Not that it mattered. None of it did. The only thing on his mind was getting to you.

In a matter of minutes, he was skidding to a stop in front of the emergency room, his bike parked haphazardly in the nearest open space.

He walked briskly through the front doors and stopped in front of the check-in area.

"Sir? Do you need to be seen today?" The woman behind the desk looked warily at the soldier, eyeing his metal appendage.

Bucky shook his head, thinking very carefully about his choice of words. "A woman named Y/N Barnes was life-lined here. I need to see her."

The nurse tapped a few keys on her keyboard before looking back up at him. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I don't have anyone with that last name."

He sighed. "Try Y/N Y/L/N."

Her fingers clicked the keys rapidly and a moment later she spoke again. "She's still in the trauma bay. I can direct you to the waiting room if you like."

Bucky didn't have time for this. Gritting his teeth, he spoke as calmly as he could trying not to make a scene. "She's my wife!"

Before the nurse could reply, a voice sounded over the loudspeaker.

"Code blue. All available staff report to trauma bay one. Code blue. All available staff report to trauma bay one."

Bucky took off running, following the medical staff as they ran down a hallway to the left. Panic coursed through his veins as he followed them around a corner and finally came to a stop outside a room.

His worst fears were happening right in front of him and he couldn't do anything to stop them.

A team of about fifteen people surrounded your still body on the gurney. He wouldn't have recognized you if it wasn't for the small heart tattoo on your left ankle. Your clothes had been cut off, and a nurse was delivering chest compressions.

"Sara, you bag her! Mark, get the pads in place for the defibrillator."

Bucky couldn't catch his breath. This couldn't be happening. This was the worst pain he'd ever felt in his life. The torture he endured from Hydra, severing his arm from falling off the train, all the guilt he had from assassinating so many people when he was the Winter Soldier, nothing could compare to the white-hot ache he felt in his heart right now.

He couldn't lose you, he just couldn't. He fell to his knees, his hands tangling in his hair as sobs racked his body.

"Don't you fuckin' leave me, Y/N!… not like this...God, please… don't do this to me! Take me, take me instead! I'll do anything, just please don't take her away from m-me..."

He looked at you helplessly as they continued to try and revive you. The sound of the AED whirred and the team stepped away leaving only one nurse continuing CPR.

"Stop compressions. Charging…Everyone, clear."

He watched through his tears as your torso came off the table, the shock going through your lifeless body in less than a second.

"Resume CPR. Still no pulse. Up the Jules a little and prepare for the next shock."

Bucky curled his hands into fists and punched the floor.

"Goddammit, please, please, please! She deserves to live! She's pure, selfless, and kind. It should be me! Fuck! After all, I've done, it should be me…"

The machine whirred, and he watched as they shocked you again.

"She's in v-fib. David, administer one milligram of epi."

Bucky felt a tap on his shoulder, but he didn't move.

"Hey, Buck…come on, buddy. Stand up." Steve pulled his friend to his feet and brought him into a tight hug.

"This is all m-my fault! I couldn't save her! She's…I coul-"

Steve's heart broke as Bucky loudly sobbed into his chest, the rest of the team surrounding them praying for a miracle.

"Prepare for another shock...charging...okay, everybody clear...shock advised. Resume CPR."

Time stood still as the doctor checked for your pulse.

"We have a pulse with compressions. Let's stop CPR and do another pulse check."

Bucky pulled away from Steve, as he and the team waited with bated breath.

"C'mon doll… please don't leave me." Bucky's voice shook as he waited for what felt like hours for the doctor to call out his next command.

"We have a pulse. Let's secure her airway and alert the ICU."

Bucky let out a choked sob of relief as you were wheeled past him and the team toward the elevators.

"Excuse me, which one of you is Mr. Barnes?" The charge nurse stood in front of the team, a look of relief on her face.

"I-I am"

She nodded and pointed towards the same elevators you'd just gone through.

"Your wife has been taken to the ICU and will be admitted until further notice. If you take those to the fourth floor and turn right you'll see the intensive care waiting room."

No one said anything until they were all piled in the elevator. Bucky was still pretty shaken up, his eyes trained to the floor as they began to ascend.

Thor cleared his throat, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. "Alright, I gotta ask… since… uh… when did Y/N become your wife, mate?"

Clint shot him a warning glare making the Asgardian raise his hands in defense. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I was just shocked when she said it…I think we all were."

The metal doors opened slowly and Bucky stepped out, his eyes looking anywhere but his friends. "I said it so they'd let me see her", he whispered.

Six and a half hours passed since they'd brought you back. Once the ICU deemed you stable enough, they took you back for a CT scan to determine if you had any internal damage.

About an hour in, a nurse came out to the waiting room to brief the team. Bucky was on his feet the moment the doors opened, silently begging the nurse for good news.

"We're doing everything we can, Mr. Barnes. Your wife suffered massive head trauma that caused some swelling in her brain. Luckily, her skull wasn't fractured, but she has many extensive injuries. She's been taken back to the OR for a ruptured spleen, a lacerated kidney, a collapsed lung, and a broken leg. She will need a blood transfusion as well."

Bucky balled his hands into tight fists, new tears stinging in his eyes.

"S-She's gonna make it, right?"

His voice was a broken sob, and the nurse gave him a sympathetic look.

"We will do all we can for her."

He stood in the middle of the floor and watched helplessly as the woman disappeared behind the same door she came through.

After four more hours, most of the team had fallen asleep. Nat had her head in Bruce's lap, his hand draped protectively over her side. Thor had his head propped up in his hand, snoring softly, while Clint sat on the floor resting his head against the wall behind him.

Bucky paced the room, his body emotionally drained as he prayed for a miracle. Everyone else waited anxiously for another update. Loki stood and eyed everyone awake before settling his gaze on Steve.

"I'm going to find something to eat and drink, would anyone like me to bring back anything?"

Steve eyed Bucky and bit his lip. "Can you just grab everyone a bottle of water?"

Loki nodded and headed towards some signs to hopefully locate the cafeteria.

Fifteen minutes later he'd returned with a plastic bag full of enough water for the team. Steve grabbed one of them and unscrewed the cap holding it out to his best friend.

"Here, Buck. Drink this…you haven't had anything since last night."

Bucky didn't move. All he could think about was getting the next update on your condition.

"No."

Steve sighed and stepped into his line of sight blocking his view of the door.

"Listen, we can't do anything for Y/N right now." He gestured his hand in the general direction of the operating room. "Those doctors and nurses are doing everything they can for her, okay? Please, man. Drink this…if not for me, then do it for her. She would hate to find out that you're depriving yourself."

Bucky sighed, reluctantly grabbing the bottle from Steve and downing half of it before shoving it back into the Captain's hand.

"There, happy?"

Truth be told, the water did soothe his dry throat and quench his thirst, but all he cared about was getting to you. Steve patted his arm and sat back down on the small sofa. Another round of silence took over as they continued to wait.

At the six-and-a-half-hour mark, the door opened again. This time a doctor in green scrubs came out offering a soft smile to the team. Bucky once again jumped up, hoping for good news.

"Hello, Mr. Barnes. My name is Dr. Collins and I'm one of the surgeons who’s been attending to your wife. May we have a seat so I can explain everything?"

A ragged breath escaped his lips, his body threatening to give out at the doctor's words.

"No no no…" Bucky frantically grabbed the doctor's hands, his teeth clenching as pain radiated through his chest. "D-Don't you tell me that… I won't sit down. Wh-Where is she?! I-I can't… please, please… God, let her be okay."

The doctor gently freed one of his hands and placed it on his shoulder.

"Mr. Barnes, your wife is stable. She's in recovery, but she's in a coma. Her injuries were very extensive and it's a miracle she survived. You've got a strong woman."

Bucky released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "When can I see her? I-I need to see her."

Doctor Collins motioned towards the door. “I can take two of you back now, but I, unfortunately, cannot allow more than two at a time.

Steve moved to stand next to him. “I’ll go with you, Buck.”

Bucky nodded and Bruce spoke up before they disappeared behind the door. “Keep us updated, we will be here until you tell us otherwise.”

Steve nodded and they made their way to a room at the end of the hall.

The doctor stopped and turned to face the men.

“Before you go in, I want to mention a couple of things. Y/N has some bruising and some cuts, but those aren’t too much of a concern. I ask that you mind her left leg due to her fracture. Other than that, there’s nothing else to note about her condition. Remember, she may be in a coma, but she can still hear you. Talk to her, hold her hand, and play her music. All of those things help.”

Bucky stood still as Steve watched the doctor walk away. His hand was grasping the door handle, but he couldn't bring himself to open it.

"Hey, Buck…what's wrong? I thought you wanted to see her." Steve watched him take a shaky breath.

"I…What if…I don't know if I'm prepared to see what I caused…"

"I'm right here, man. We'll go in together. This isn't your fault, Bucky. You didn't know it was hers when you read it."

After a couple of deep breaths, he finally pushed the door open and took a tentative step inside the small room. Bucky slowly looked around taking everything in. There was a two-pane window looking out towards the city, a small TV was mounted to the wall, a small couch and recliner sat next to the bed for visitors, and another door was across from it that undoubtedly led to the patient bathroom.

Finally, his gaze fell on you.

It was as if someone punched the air from his lungs. Your eyes were taped shut, a bandage wrapped around the top of your head. An IV was in your hand with three different medications being administered at once. Your leg was covered in a thigh-high cast and slightly elevated. Blue and black bruises were littered along the whole left side of your body from the impact of the crash.

The tubes coming out of your mouth are what broke him the most though. Those meant you weren't able to breathe on your own, and that nearly made his heart stop.

"Y/N…"

Steve wiped a few stray tears from his face as the broken sob from his best friend tore at his heart.

"Doll, I-... I'm so s-sorry…" Bucky took a seat in the chair next to your bed and gently laid his flesh hand on top of yours. Steve moved to stand next to him, placed a hand in the middle of his back, and rubbed small circles to comfort him.

"Please…you gotta come back, Y/N. You… you gotta wake up. Please, sweetheart. There's so much...so much I need to tell you. I-... It was always y-you. I never wanted anyone else but you."

Bucky's tears were falling freely onto the white blanket that covered your torso as he poured his heart out, willing you to hear him.

"I w-was always scared. Scared to let you in, because I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't want him to take you from me, and all this time I've been worried about keeping the monster I used to be at bay… I should have been focusing on keeping this me from you too. This is all my fault, Y/N. I broke the one thing I love so much in this world, and...and now I… I don't know if I'll ever get you back."

It went on like this for a couple of weeks. Bucky never once left your side. He'd sent Steve to bring him some clothes, and hygiene products to keep in the provided wall locker.

He'd play your Spotify playlist you loved and make sure to turn on your favorite TV show. He would tell you stories from the ‘40s and at night Bucky would read to you.

He'd heard you one day talking to Nat about how much you loved Tolkien's work so he'd asked her to bring his famous Hobbit and Lord of the Rings series.

It was a Thursday evening, and the ICU was quiet other than the occasional sound of passing footsteps outside the hall. Little droplets of rain pelted the windows as Bucky held your hand and read from the final book of the Lord of the Rings trilogy with the other.

"But even as hope died in Sam, or seemed to die, it was turned into a new strength. Sam's plain hobbit-face grew stern, almost grim, as the will hardened in him, and he felt through all his limbs a thrill, as if he was turning into some creature of stone and steel that neither despair nor weariness nor endless barren miles coul-"

Bucky's eyes shot to your still form mid-sentence as he felt your index finger curl ever so slightly against his upturned palm.

"Y/N…?"

He held his breath as he studied you, and he almost thought he'd imagined it...almost. Then he saw your eyes flutter and his heart began to hammer against his chest.

It wasn't until you groaned around the tube that he began to fear you may hurt yourself. He pressed the call light on the bed and gently held your wrists down so you wouldn't pull on the apparatus.

"This is nurse Amanda, is everything okay, Mr. Barnes?"

The staff was on a first-name basis with him now since he refused to leave your side.

"I-I think she's waking up! Hurry, please! She...I think she's choking!"

Moments later two women came in sliding gloves on their hands.

"Mrs. Barnes, we need you to stay calm, okay? Don't panic. My name is Dr. Harris and I'm a respiratory specialist. I'm going to take the tube out, but I need you to do something for me. Can you do that?"

Bucky watched you nod and tried to control his breathing.

"Good! Now, I need you to take some deep breaths for me, alright? That's good, yes, just like that. Now can you try and cough for me?"

He listened as you made a small sound that resembled a cough and looked back to the doctor that was attending to you.

"That's great. You're doing a great job, Y/N. I think you're ready to get this tube removed, but I need you to do one more thing for me, okay? I need you to take a big deep breath in and exhale for me. I'll pull the tube out while you exhale. Are you ready?"

Bucky watched as you took a deep breath and just like that, the tube was gone.

"Great job, Y/N. Now, you may feel some discomfort from when the tube was in place, but that's normal. I'll give you something for the pain and your primary doctor will be in to see you soon, okay?"

You nodded and licked your chapped lips.

"We'll leave you and your husband to it then."

You watched as they left, taking a few seconds to try and remember what happened. You remembered not being able to sleep and going to write in the common room. Then you woke up to Bucky and wait,… husband?!

As quickly as you could, you turned to see a very tired-looking soldier sitting next to you with tears in his eyes."

"B-Bucky?"

Your voice was a hoarse whisper but to him, it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

His body shook as he grabbed your hand and laid his head on top of it making your skin wet with his tears. "I-I thought… I thought I lost you…"

He was sobbing, relief finally setting him at ease. You squeezed his hand and gently lifted his head so he was looking at you.

"How long… How long was I…?"

Bucky sniffled and knelt by the bed in front of you, his brown locks tickling your exposed arm. "Almost three weeks, doll."

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "I remember seeing you with my diary and then I was in my car...after that I…"

His left hand reached out to cup your cheek. The coolness of the metal made you shiver.

"Y/N, I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am. I shouldn't have opened it. I didn't intend to read it. Honestly, I thought it was an address book. I… I don't expect you to forgive me, but I want you to know I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

"James?"

He looked at you, his confusion mirroring yours. You'd never called him by his given name before.

"What is it, doll?"

You swallowed, the feeling making you grimace from having the tube down your throat for so long.

"Why… Why is everyone calling me Mrs. Barnes?"

He smirked sheepishly at you, his cheeks tinting red. "I lied and said you were my wife so they'd let me see you."

You stared at him for a long time, taking him in. He looked like shit. You certainly didn't look any better, but he looked terrible. He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was messy, and he'd lost weight. Yet, even after all that had happened, all you wanted was for him to kiss you.

"Who knew all I had to do was almost die to get you to call me your wife."

Bucky narrowed his eyes.

"That's not funny, Y/N. I wouldn't have forgiven myself if you didn't wake up."

You looked down at the blanket and focused on a loose string.

"Sorry…"

He tilted your head back up so you were looking into his eyes, the ocean blue irises staring seriously back at you. "

You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, doll. I've been trying to tell you for years how much you mean to me, but I was scared… scared I'd get complacent and not be able to stop the monster inside me from hurting you. I'm broken, Y/N. You deserve someone who can give you the world, someone like Steve or Sam."

You placed a finger over his lips to shush him and pulled him so his breath fanned your cheek.

"You're wrong, James. I know what I deserve and the person I want has always been you. I'm not, and never will be, scared of the Winter Soldier. There is nothing you can say that will change my mind."

Bucky closed his eyes, his resolve slowly withering away.

"Y/N…I-"

You closed the distance and kissed him with all the love you had in your body. His lips felt like coming home, and the moment he kissed back you moaned into his mouth. His tongue danced with yours and you tried to pull him closer, doing anything to feel more of him. All too soon, he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

"I won't go further than this with you until you're better, doll. I refuse to be responsible for hurting you again."

Four days later you were deemed well enough to go home. Everyone greeted you with careful hugs and big smiles. The recovery process was gruesome, but Bucky was with you every step of the way.

You had physical therapy for your leg, frequent doctor’s visits to check your head for any signs of extensive damage, and then there was the process of bathing.

More often than not, Bucky was the one who helped you. It wasn't that the others didn't offer, it was the fact that he wouldn't let anyone else do things for you.

Currently, he was washing your hair, the contrast of his metal and flesh fingers giving you goosebumps. He let the conditioner sit and moved on to washing your body. Not that you were complaining, but you reminded him every time that it was your leg that was broken and not your arms. Bucky always insisted until you gave in.

His hands ran smoothly down your back and along your sides, his fingers carefully massaging your skin making your cheeks flush. He moved to your front and softly caressed your breasts, a metal finger ghosted over your left nipple causing you to suck in a sharp breath.

"Ah!"

He chuckled and tipped your head back so he could rinse your hair and body.

"Sorry, princess." He placed a soft kiss on your lips. "You just look so pretty, and sometimes I get carried away."

Once you were dried off, he helped you to your bed. You were cuddled up against his chest, your hand absentmindedly drawing circles on his bare hip. Bucky had put a movie on, but you weren't paying attention. It was impossible when the most beautiful man to grace this Earth was pressed up against you.

You let a fingertip trace the skin just above the top hem of his sweats and smiled when he let out a low groan, the muscles shifting under your touch.

"Doll…you're playin' a dangerous game here. You're still healing and I don't want to hurt you."

Feeling brave, you carefully slid down his frame peppering open-mouthed kisses on his stomach. Bucky didn't stop you, but his ragged breathing told you he was holding himself back.

Biting your lip, you moved so you were laying between his legs. His cock was straining against his grey sweatpants. You ran a hand over his clothed-covered dick and he shuddered.

"F-Fuck…Y/N…"

You curled the tips of your fingers under the elastic band of his pants and shimmied them down just enough to free him. His cock lay thick and long against his belly, making your mouth water. You planted a kiss on the swollen head and didn't miss his hands fisting the sheets between his fingers. Gently, you grabbed him by the base and closed your mouth around the head. Bucky let out a low moan that made your panties instantly wet.

"Christ, doll…you've got one helluva mouth."

You relaxed and hollowed out your cheeks as you accommodated as much of him as you could. Bucky's eyes rolled back when he felt you swallow around him. His bionic left hand brushed pieces of hair away that fell on your face.

"Oh, shit, baby…this'll be over before it starts if you keep doin' that."

Instead of heading his warning, you looked at him through your lashes and traced the underside of his shaft with your tongue tantalizingly slow.

Bucky's eyes darkened and a dangerously low growl fell from his lips.

"Get up here now, naughty girl."

He didn't sound angry, but you took pity on him anyway and positioned yourself over him, his lust-blown eyes staring into your own.

"James…"

His kiss was rough, primal, and possessive, and you moaned as he slid his skilled tongue against yours.

"Love when you say my name, princess. Fuck,…I want you so bad." The tip of his cock pressed against the thin fabric of your underwear making you bite your lip.

"Please, Buck…"

As gently as he could he maneuvered the two of you so he was on top. He slid his fingers beneath the t-shirt you borrowed and groaned when he came in contact with your bare breasts.

"Shit baby, you're goin' to be the death of me."

He began to kiss your neck, his tongue licking the shell of your ear. He chuckled against the crook of your neck when he felt you shiver beneath him.

"You like that, doll? Do you like when I kiss you here? Gonna mark your pretty skin so everyone knows you're mine."

He lifted his shirt over your head and took your panties off before removing the rest of his clothes. Your eyes were closed as you reveled in the way he touched you.

The contrast of hot and cold as he caressed your sides, his lips sucking red-ish purple marks just above your clavicle, and when he drug his teeth lightly against your earlobe you swore you were going to blackout.

It wasn't until you felt the fingers of his flesh hand slip through your folds that your eyes shot open.

"Bucky?"

He halted his movements, and concern flooded his features as he looked at you. "Did I hurt you, baby?"

You shook your head, suddenly feeling very shy. "N-No, I just… I've never… umm…" You covered your face and sighed.

Bucky gently removed your hands and smiled softly at you.

"Sweetheart, are you a virgin?"

You nodded and looked away, too embarrassed to make eye contact with him.

"Baby, you have nothing to be ashamed of." He turned your face so you were looking up at him. "This is a big step, and I don't want to pressure you into something you're not ready for, Y/N."

You didn't think you could love him any more than you already did, but the moment those words left his mouth your heart soared.

"I've been saving myself for you, Bucky. No one's ever touched me except you."

He closed his eyes and moaned. "And no one else ever will, doll." He leaned down to capture your lips, his hand cradling your face lovingly.

Bucky moved his lips along your jaw nipping and sucking more little marks into your neck. You mewled and tried desperately to gain friction with your soaked pussy, but he didn't let you. His devious chuckle made you whine.

"Patience, baby-doll. I'll take care of you."

Ever so slowly, he made his descent down towards where you wanted his touch most. Bucky couldn't believe how gorgeous you looked beneath him, his blue eyes trained on your face as you moaned his name. His tongue laved against one of your nipples while his hand pinched the other between his fingers.

"J-James please!" Your back arched and he smirked as he moved lower.

"So responsive, honey. Alright, I'll give you what you need."

Soon he was nestled between your thighs, his metal hand holding your hips down as his flesh one slid through your folds again.

"James? W-Wait!"

He stilled, training his eyes back on your face. "What's the matter, sugar?"

Your breaths came rapidly, your tongue coming out to wet your lips. "C-Can I…I-I want your other one…please."

It took him a moment to piece together what you were asking, but once he figured it out he almost came right there on the bed. "Fuck, doll, you want this?"

He held up his left hand and you nodded. "Jesus, you're amazing. Can't believe my metal arm turns you on. So fuckin' hot, Y/N. So perfect laying all spread out for me like this."

He slid a silver digit from your hole to your clit making you cry out. "Christ, princess, you're dripping wet. That all because of me, baby?"

You nodded and he circled your entrance making you whimper. "Tell me if I hurt you, okay?"

Bucky pushed his metal index finger in, and you sucked in a sharp breath. "Oh, my g-... Bucky…"

"Shh, just relax, doll. I need to open you up. Gotta get this pretty pussy ready for me so I don't cause any more pain than necessary."

He added a second finger and closed his lips over your clit, his tongue flicking expertly over the bundle of nerves as he stretched you. The sensations of both his fingers and his tongue were too much. You'd never felt such pleasure before and even though you'd never had an orgasm before you were certain you were close.

"Oh, fuck! You're gonna make me- God I- Buck I-I’m… please… please let me…"

He pumped his fingers deep and curled them upwards until he found it, the spot that made you arch your back and scream.

"That's it, princess. Let go. Cum for me."

"Fuck… I… I'm… I- ... ‘m gonna… OHMYGODJAMES!" You shattered into a million pieces as your walls fluttered around his fingers relentlessly.

Bucky watched in awe as you lay there panting beneath him, his cock painfully hard against the bedsheets. "You're so damn breathtaking, doll…"

He came up to capture your lips again. "Came apart for me so well. Have you ever touched yourself, sweetheart? Ever thought about me filling this sweet pussy with my cum?"

A needy whine fell from your lips. "'S'my first one, James… thought about you so many times though. Wanted you to take me apart and put me back together, make me yours, claim me and mark me."

"Oh, Baby-doll," he growled. "Gonna ruin you for any other man. Gonna make you feel so good."

He propped himself up on his forearms and positioned himself so his cock rested against your hole and you felt yourself clench around nothing.

"Buck, please baby. Please fuck me. I wanna feel you cum inside me."

He stared into your eyes and caressed your cheek. "Tell me to stop, and I will, okay sweetheart?"

You nodded and he kissed you as his cock entered your tight pussy. He swallowed your cries as he slowly bottomed out. Bucky stilled, allowing you to get used to him as he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

"Fuck, doll…your pussy was made for me. You're so fuckin' perfect, Y/N. I...I-I love you."

You gasped, a tear sliding down your cheek. "James…"

He pulled back to look at your tear-filled eyes. "Do you need me to stop, darlin’?"

You shook your head and rested your hand against his chest. "Do you mean it? Do you love me?"

Bucky looked incredulously at you, his thumb brushing your kiss-swollen bottom lip. "With my whole heart, doll."

You smiled and wrapped your legs around his waist. "I love you too." He kissed you and slowly began a steady pace.

"Oh, Bucky… fuck, you feel so good… so good."

He rocked his hips fucking into you hard, your walls clenching deliciously around him. "God, baby… you're takin' me so well. Such a good fuckin' girl."

Your moans filled the expanse of the room as he drove his cock into you faster. The feeling of him stretching you, hitting your spot on nearly every pass of his cock was electrifying.

It was just as good for him, how your velvet walls pulled him in, your arousal coating his dick as he fucked you slow and deep made every nerve in his body come alive.

"Baby, I’m sorry but I'm not gonna last. Not when you feel this good…"

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you looked into his eyes. "Make me cum, James. Don't hold back. I need you, baby."

Bucky sat up and lifted your right leg so it rested on his shoulder, the new angle making him go impossibly deeper. "Fuck, doll, where have you been all my life?"

He began to move again and soon both of you were close to the brink.

"Y/N… shit, baby… I'm gonna cum… gonna fill this pretty pussy up...oh god, cum with me, doll." You felt the familiar warmth low in your belly, your legs shaking as you let out a loud moan at the feeling of Bucky's metal thumb rubbing your clit.

"Oh, fuckkkk…I'm so close, gonna cum so hard, baby. Oh my god, right there! Yeah, James… Jamesjamesjames oh my god, don't stop! Right there. Right, th-BUCKY!"

The moment your orgasm hit you screamed at the top of your lungs, the rest of the tower surely hearing you come apart. Your nails raked down his back as he stilled inside you.

After a few moments of panting against each other’s parted lips, Bucky pulled out slowly and laid down beside you bringing you in to curl against him. His flesh hand tilted your chin up so he could look into your eyes as he kissed you gingerly.

"You make me so happy, Y/N."

You kissed the tip of his nose and rested your head on his chest so you could hear his heartbeat.

"You make me happy too, Buck. So much. I love you."

He closed his eyes and felt sleep starting to take him. "I love you too, doll."

His breathing evened out and you snuggled closer, tracing lines on his chest. As you listened to him softly snore you knew this was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. It may have taken a while to get here, and it may have been tough, but you were finally happy.

You were finally home.

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🎤 GET TO KNOW THE MUN | Dex

NAME?: Dex

PRONOUNS?: please regard my gender as just silly detective that's just how i am, if pressed, u can use she / they / lieutenant

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: IMs, you can also chat with my on Discord (pls ask me if u want it!), but I am mostly on tumblr tbh

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: [pointing at Didi, Lawrence, and Philo] these morons

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: I've been here since 2011, i have no clue if I have improved, i just know i am here

BEST EXPERIENCE?: just??? making new friends :3 i love u all, ur all going in my pocket. I've known some of you for literal years, it's wild my guy

RP PET PEEVES?: you can't trick me into me saying an opinion on the 'lack of reading comprehension site' lmao. real talk, my brother in christ can we all just read sentences. like MY mutuals are cool but then i see something in like rp tags or in my peripheral about some bullshit where it 100% is just hey maybe...take one...second to consider....this is not a personal attack or maybe it's literally not worth your time. it's ok it has happened to me too. take a breath. none of this is real. we're all ding dongs trying to write some characters on the interwebs my guy.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: in order of operations; smut , fluff, then angst...i love sweet things and smut is fun for development n shit and then...after all the sweet....hit em with a hammer

PLOTS OR MEMES?: MEMES! I can do plotting but i'm like?? a vague plotter...i like winging it tbh bc uhhhh in life there's no plotting u just roll with the shit that hits u...send me a meme and i will put ur muse in a situation, that's IT

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: gonna cop out and say medium! one sentence is hard 4 me bc i don't shut up but too long and i'm like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA bc i forget all the words I've known in my life

TIME TO WRITE?: i am writing while i work lmaooo...9 to 6 babey after that i remove my brain and i can only message silly things to friends

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: i do add like?? one part of me to each of them, but like...if I had to say I am most like Freida and Lázaro...like Freida has my neurotic perfectionism and planning skills but Lázaro has my like it is what it is mentality and love of Hawaiian shirts and those two battle it out every damn day . but tbh ask me what i put in a specific oc, they all get a lil pinch of Dex spice

TAGGED BY: @hellfollowed // thankies~! TAGGING: @allevils, @rennisaturate, @resignedworkaholics, @ofwealthandtaste, @vitalphenomena, and anyone else who wants to do this~!

#hellfollowed #ooc

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what are some things you enjoy about 814 :) and maybe some fanned fiction recs if you've got em

omg anon where did u come from....

first of all everything that had to be said has already been said here + anything else i could say is also influenced by k. that's mandatory reading to understand any of this. but i will say more anyway.

i like 814 because i like oscar (which is because i rate him and find him likeable and endearing and it is fun to like people who you think are going to win in some sense!), and i like interesting tensiony team dynamics. when the season started i was so unthrilled by the landoscar Content because i was convinced oscar was boring (even though i wanted to like him) and lando both saw that he was boring and was pity-engaging with oscar, partly because he thought oscar was a nice guy and deserved the pity-engagement, and partly because he had to for the Sponsors. there was this sense... i had this sense that lando was "fun" and oscar was "straightlaced" and so they were incompatible, because lando would always think oscar was just Not his type of person, which is fine you know! at this point of the szn oscar was also getting dominated by lando in quali (see summer break stats - aside from lando making mistakes while those are somewhat reflective of your skills they're not representative of your capabilities on the average day, and lando is generally quite consistent otherwise) so there was nothing* oscar had on him besides being more booksmart (*this is an exaggeration for effect)

i think that mistaken perception (that i had and that i imagine lando had) is what set them up for an interesting dynamic where in a reversal of expectations oscar can and does call lando out on his bs instead of being a doormat. even when they're joking around they have BANTER and that's what i really love out of a pairing. there's a sense of equality there when you can both dish it out and take it, and dishing it out itself is so Satisfying to me personally, intellectually. they Like and Respect each other enough to praise each other when warranted and make fun of each other when they get the opportunity. and to top it off they both deliver in terms of performance, obviously with the caveats that oscar is less experienced and has to be given the benefit of the doubt in regards to his potential. but every weekend i scream when lando goes on team radio to remind the pit wall that he's faster than oscar even when he's behind - because there is a real fight between them with real stakes in driver image/confidence/prioritization/team long-term strategy, all based on how well they do this year relative to each other. i love it so much!

all that is that but the reason i'm actually insane about them is that transparent t-shirt moment where lando says something truly unhinged SO awkwardly because tinhat he's insane about oscar. oscar's "will you" and "that's a lie" in that video, the tone omg. the goggle games never-ending competition. lando telling oscar to shut up. oscar being able to get under his skin. lando strangely gifting oscar easy wins at the end of their mclaren tiktok games. the sponsored video, the concept of which was making lando and oscar stare at each other the entire time and Perceiving each other. lando telling the viewers of his karting vlog OSCAR HAS BEEN TESTING. OSCAR HAS BEEN A LITTLE SNAKE. why do they talk like this about each other. why does oscar look at lando like that "that's just how he is" yes but it's very deceptive!!!!! the line between fiction and interpreted reality is there but if i were to put a pathetic filter on lando it would look like this

i'm not gonna lie i haven't scoped out the 814 tag because i just wait for k to tell me if there's anything good. i haven't really resonated with anything so far because i am really particular about the believability of explicitly romantic/sexual relationships between characters when one or both of them are in a public r/s (in that i don't like it when "canon" fic ignores reality) ... but i'll link k's response here (EDIT: I SKIMMED SOME OF THESE THEY ARE WELL WRITTEN)

#response #f1

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Chapter 21 oh my goodness! What an incredible chapter. Angel’s development and coming into her own, from the situation with Trey, and then even opening up with her therapist and ACTUALLY confronting the issues of running away and asking for help on how to actually address the problem spoke VOLUMES… because instead of once again running away from it, although a bit hesitant, she still took that step forward and asked for help. Then Angel’s entire demeanor during the interview. Her inner strength and self worth shined SO much in this chapter and it truly warms my heart that all of the outpouring love and support from everyone around her, Malcom, Chase, The BO boys & roomies, Joe, and of course Noah, have all contributed and awoken Angel and helped her realize that not only does she love all these people around her so much, but they also made her start to realize she loves herself and that she’s worthy of so much more then what she settled on and put up with in the past. I am so proud of Angel and I know that these are just the stepping stones of her really coming into herself and starting to break down all those walls she put up from all the trauma she’s had to go through.

Also, the daily texts of her and Noah… to just remind each other that they love each other. Something so small but also SO meaningful. And THAT TEXT FROM NOAH during the interview?!?!! MY GOD 🥵 and Angel’s texts to Noah 🥵 Her photos she sent to him, again just really gave that feeling of her coming into her own. From being in a relationship with someone who tore her down constantly and made her hide herself completely and cover up her entire body… to now her putting on sexy clothes to show herself off, taking sexy SELFIES like, yeah I’m a hot ass bitch and let me show Noah exactly what I got and what’s his, I am absolutely LIVING for Angel’s energy. I love that she has entered this main character state and is giving the vibe of “I’m in the drivers seat now” 😉 She’s no longer running, instead she’s fully pushing on the driver pedal and no longer hitting the breaks.

Also, the texts and conversations between Joe and Noah. I love that Noah knows and trusts Angel and didn’t even have any second thoughts or doubts at all about Joe and Angel’s friendship. The fact that Joe wanted to reach out to Noah and talk to him to share with him Angel’s growth and strength while being on tour. Gave such big brother vibes and again, I just really love this amazing support system Angel has. All of these people who surround her who love her so much and have really helped her learn to love herself.

Also, Nick’s texts to Angel and calling her Cinderella 🥹 oh my heart. And then Noah spoiling Salem and buying him all the toys and and oversized cat bed 😂 man needs a #1 Cat Dad shirt. AND the touch with the name tag… like are you kidding me?!🥹 SO sweet and then adding the symbols onto Salem’s name tag from TDOPOM… also such a sweet touch. I love how much Noah loves Salem 😭 truly the best bro’s ever.🖤

AND the video Noah sent Angel of him singing The Grey OH MY GOD. Noah sending that text to Angel and calling her sexy and telling her he’s gonna spend the rest of the night thinking of her bossing him around… like YES I AM LIVING FOR THIS SEXUAL TENSION and them TELLING each other exactly what’s on their minds FINALLY. This chapter was SO freaking amazing in every single way. I just love these characters all so much. I’m SO excited for chapter 22. And Nick telling Angel to wear red 😏 like okayyyyy I see you Nick. God just so many good little things all sprinkled through out this chapter. You both truly are so fucking talented and your writing is unlike anything else.

Sorry this was so long, I just had so much I wanted to talk about because there were SO many good and exciting things that happened this chapter. I seriously cannot wait for this next chapter because I KNOW it’s gonna be amazing. Especially with all this sexual tension built up between Angel & Noah from her being on tour, the texts they’ve sent back and forth, Angel sending her sexy selfies to Noah, and now they’re seeing each other in person after all of those events 🥵🥵 God I can’t wait for what’s to come! Thank you both as always for fucking FEEDING us a whole ass buffet this chapter. I’m gonna be going back for seconds, thirds, and 200’s from all the rereading that’s about to take place. Just when I think it can’t get any better, you both drop another fucking banger chapter and blow it out the park. 👏🏻👏🏻

Omg anon, can I just say it was like you knew Sarah and I were feeling so down because this message came at a great time!

You caught 99.9 percent of EVERYTHING. Our hearts are so so full. Thank you. We love you 🖤

Here’s a treat for you.

@thescarlettvvitch

#just pretend noah sebastian #tina and sarah talks #tina talks #noah sebastian

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wild one pt eleven | stranger things; g.emerson

tag list babes || req rules / fandoms + characters || send me ?s || masterlist

CHAPTERS ;

one + two + three + four + five + six + seven + eight + nine + ten can all be found by clicking. stranger things masterlist is here -it's gonna be updated shortly though.

AUTHORS NOTES;

As you can see, this story still has a chokehold on me. And this part, whew.. It was originally supposed to fall in the angst / hurt comfort category and yet.. Somehow it both did and did not and it's looong as hell too btw. A few things worth nothing here.. This is the first day of school for them. It's also the first Hellfire meeting. And sue me, I decided to throw Erica -and Will / El, into this as well as Max. It fits what I'm going for.

Guys I am still so blown away by you all, I've said it a thousand times, I do not post with any intention beyond getting ideas out of my head so every single time anybody bothers reading it -let alone likes/reblogs/reblogs with tags or comments, it just like... It makes me so happy and it motivates me and I cannot thank you guys enough for it -and for putting up with my ass.

SUMMARY;

-- us against the world.

PAIRING;

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader -beyond female parts, outfit descriptors and personality traits I've randomly assigned, she is a mostly blank slate. I'm tryingggg omg.

WARNINGS;

the jocks are the warning. Bullying is heavily implied here. A punch is thrown. Several threats are made. A cheerleader decides to try and get into reader's head. A lil comfort moment. JSYK, Gareth and the two remaining members of Corroded Coffin have all been aged up to 18 so the gang will all graduate together. The Upside Down / deaths / Vecna don't exist for this but bullies and typical teenage stuff does.

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“She can’t be serious.” Caroline grumbles, blinking in disbelief when she spots you wandering into the school building, your step sister in tow.

“Him? I could make an allowance for screwing a freak if it was Munson. But him?” Megan scoffs and shakes her head.

“What the hell is she wearing?” Heather looks from you to Gareth and back again, a hand at her mouth as soon as she realizes what you’re wearing with your jeans and t-shirt. One of Gareth’s flannels. It has sleeves but it has to be his. It’s too big to belong to you. “Oh my goddd. She’s wearing his shirt.”

“Oh god, it gets worse.” Caroline rubs the bridge of her nose and pretends to gag. “Maybe she’ll get knocked up by the freak and have to drop out and then I won’t have to deal with her anymore.” she sighs. “I can dream, I suppose.”

You are completely unaware of the conversation between the other members of your squad because you’ve just spotted Gareth and you’re taking off at a run, flinging yourself at him with your arms around his neck. He’d spent the whole weekend involved in a campaign for DnD that one of Lucas’s invited him to play in, so you hadn’t seen him a lot because you spent most of that time babysitting or helping Angel out at the bar for some quick cash.

Gareth chuckles, an arm slipping around your waist to keep you steady, deepening the kiss as you pull his mouth against your own. “Hello to you too, sugar.”

You yawn as you lean against him, your forehead against the front of his flannel. He’s gone from an arm around your waist to holding onto both of your hands while you melt against him. “They start this shit show too early.”

Gareth chuckles at this. “We did stay up til two on the phone.”

“I wanted to hear you win the campaign, okay?” you pout when you look up at him. He chuckles and brushes his lips against your forehead. “How’s your back today? Max kinda told me about the spider in the shower incident. Plus I heard it. You have a really loud scream, y'know that?”

“I swear, Max can’t keep a secret to save her damn life. So she told you I nearly tore down the damn bathroom because Satan’s little pet was spying on me in the shower, hm?” you grumble, but you turn your back to face Gareth so he can raise up the flannel and your Motorhead shirt beneath it.

He laughs, “She kind of had to. I heard the noise in the background when she answered the phone last night.” He hisses and grimaces as he sets sight on the huge purpling bruise on your side. “Jesus christ! Babe, how in the hell..” he grazes a fingertip against the bruise gingerly, “Did you let Susan or Wes look at this?” he asks in concern.

“When I slipped while yanking down the shower curtain and it’s rod, I fell back into that tub in the bathroom me and Max are sharing.” you explain. “Susan looked at it, gave me some ice to put on it. Hurts like hell. She said if it starts to swell any worse or anything or it keeps hurting, she’ll take me to a doctor.”

“Shit.” Gareth shakes his head.

“Mhm.” you admit, yawning again as you turn back to face him and lean against him, nuzzling your nose into his neck. “You’re warm.” you mutter sleepily.

He tenses suddenly and you glance up just in time to spot Caroline, Megan and Heather staring in your direction. You roll your eyes and pay them no mind.

However, when the teacher peeking out into the hall catches you practically draped against your boyfriend and clears her throat, giving you a lecture about ladylike behavior and being too free with affection, you’re all sweet smiles and sheepish apologies until she’s back inside her classroom and then you’re mimicking her speech with perfect pitch.

“Can you believe that old bat is making us do that flour sack kid thing? I’m still struggling to figure out why I signed up for Home Ec.” you’re laughing when you say it. Gareth laughs. “You didn’t, remember? Even sending Wes up here to talk to them about letting you take auto shop class was shot down.”

“Yeah. I still can’t believe that he didn’t intimidate them into letting me somehow.” you’re pouting a little.

A throat clears almost obnoxiously behind you both and you turn to find yourselves face to face with Andy.

Gareth clenches a fist. He’s still itching to get his hands on Andy for three nights ago when you went to pick up Susan from her shift at the diner because Andy cornered you in the parking lot. He wanted to go and kill him that night, he was halfway out the door of his parents house to go find him at the ballfield where they hang out on the courts most of the time, but you barely managed to talk him out of it.

“You want something, Weber?” Gareth pulls you against him so close that there’s no space left between your bodies. Andy chuckles. “Y’know, sooner or later, she’s gonna get bored, Emerson.”

You try to step up to him but Gareth’s arms have an iron-clad grip around your waist. “Ah-ah. What was that you told me the other night when I wanted to kill him, babe?” he mutters against the shell of your ear. Getting obnoxiously close and touchy just to really rub it in with Andy.

Andy clenches his fists.

You clear your throat. “Why are you still standing here, shit for brains? I don’t play with boys when I can have a real man.”

When you say it, Gareth’s face flushes just slightly. And he bites back a groan because your body melts back against his even more.

He clears his throat and speaks up. “If I were you, Weber… I’d seriously consider leaving now. Because I wanted to fucking kill you when you cornered her outside the diner a few nights ago and honestly?” he taps his fist against his palm as he makes himself taller with a defiant smirk on his face, “I still really, really wanna.”

Andy steps up. This traps you between the two until Gareth pulls you back behind him and smirks. “Try it, Weber. C’mon..” he coaxes. “I dare you.”

“Oh I will, Emerson. But not here.” Andy’s eyes are darting around the hallway and he smirks. “You won’t be expecting it when it happens either.”

“Bullshit!” Jeff coughs to cover the word but it doesn’t work. He smirks at Andy and steps forward a little. Of the two boys, Jeff has height on Andy. And he knows that when in doubt, crazy works. So when he pretends to lunge, he snarls a little. Andy walks away and Jeff taunts calmly, “That’s right, Andy boy. We all know why you won’t fight either one of us.”

“The fuck, man? I had that.” Gareth grumbles, glaring at Jeff.

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I did that. You had time to calm down a little and you didn’t bash his skull in on the hallway floor, right?” Jeff points out with a mild shrug. “Nobody got expelled or killed.”

“I’m still going to get my hands on him sooner or later. Shit isn’t funny, the way he shows up whenever ___ is alone somewhere.”

“You do realize I chased him with a pool stick and he hightailed it… Right?” you ask as you snuggle against your boyfriend’s back. Gareth turns to face you so that you’re snuggled against his chest instead. “And you shouldn’t have fuckin done that, baby. What if he hadn’t run? Hm?”

You bite your lip and give him your best big-eyed expression. Gareth shakes his head calmly. “We’ve talked about this, babe. I’ll handle him.”

“But..” you start to argue but Gareth shakes his head firmly. “No buts.”

“No fair and no fun.” you grumble, making him laugh. “I’m not lettin you get hurt.”

“He’s got one brain cell to spare, baby. How? How is he gonna hurt me? He’s a chickenshit idiot.”

Gareth chuckles, shaking his head. “Give me begging eyes all you want, sugar. It’s just not gonna happen. Got it?”

“Fiiiiiine.” you grumble in a lower tone, “You and that stupid sexy firm tone.” which has him biting back a quiet groan when he hears you, his face all flushed.

“So that’s what Eddie was talking about.” he mumbles, mostly to himself. And this only flusters you, of course, that he’s noticed that certain tones he takes with you seem to make you calm down or behave.

Jeff and Grant are about to fall over laughing and Jeff asks Gareth through laughter, “You good? Hey.. Look.. Just don’t let that go to your head, man.”

– ( around lunchtime )

“Do you think she’s screwing the freak?” Caroline wonders aloud, a disgusted look on her face. “I mean, look at ‘em. They can’t keep their damn hands off each other. It’s disgusting.”

“She has his shirt. And last week at the mall, she had those hickies on her throat… If she hasn’t yet, she wants to. I mean look at her, it’s disgusting. He’s only with her because he can’t do any better than her and she’s only with him because she knows nobody else will have her.” Megan sips her chocolate milk as she stares at the table you’re sitting at.

What makes this whole thing so much worse in their eyes is since you’ve apparently decided that you’re not going to sit with the usual table this year, this has now given that weak little so-called captain Chrissy and your shared best friend Emma the audacity to abandon the table also. “They’re all traitors. And you know Jason isn’t going to stand for it, when he sees where she’s sitting, he’s going to have something to say about it. All we’re trying to do is keep the peace. Be a team. And it’s always those three, every single time. They always go against us.”

“I wish our old coach hadn’t ever let her, Emma or Chrissy on the damn team. The good news is our new coach hates the three of them.” Caroline smirks as she says it. “So maybe, we can find a way to use that to our advantage.” Caroline rubs her chin as she thinks it over. “I mean… she’s looking for any excuse to strip the title of Captain off Chrissy, you guys heard her.”

Jason wanders into the cafeteria and the second he spots Chrissy sitting with you and Emma over at the Hellfire table, he’s furious. Oh, he hides it, of course, but he’s only barely hiding it. He walks over and stops beside you three, clearing his throat. “Ladies, I think all three of you are a little lost?”

You and Emma share a look before bursting into laughter. “Uh, not that we’re aware?” you retort. Gareth doesn’t really stop to think about the implications of where his hands happen to be on your body at the time and neither do you. But he’s tense because Jason’s around and it never fails to piss him off when a jock pops up, so his fingers are kind of digging into the sides of your thighs since you’re sitting on the table in front of him.

“There are rules for that. Knock it off. Just because you have disgusting taste, ____. This doesn’t mean we should all have to see it…” Jason nods his head to Gareth’s hands and where they happen to be on your body in disdain before turning to Chrissy. “C’mon, princess. Let’s get back to our table.”

Chrissy’s response shocks everyone present.

She gazes up at him for a few seconds, seems to be thinking it over. You’re half assuming that she’ll do what he says because she usually does, just because she’s afraid to try breaking up with him again because of what happened the one and only time she tried to last year, but you’re wrong.

“I’m talking to my friends.” Chrissy says it with a firmer tone than usual and she takes a sip of her milk. “I want to sit here.”

“Leave these whores to whatever they’re over here doing. They’re going to drag you down, princess.” Jason’s voice is starting to veer more towards angry calm than calm and collected and as soon as you and Emma pick up on it, you share a concerned look.

Eddie breaks the silence. “Get fucked, Carver. None of us are bothering you. And there’s no law that says they have to sit there if they don’t want to.” and the smirk he gives Jason as he says it has Jason furious. “What’d you say to me, freak?”

Eddie has height on Jason. So he stands taller. Arms folded over his chest. Gazing down at him with a calm smirk. “You heard me, jockstrap. Or do I need to say it slower..” he chuckles, stepping closer, “So it sinks into that pea sized brain of yours, hm?”

“You’re the third time senior and you’re saying I have a pea brain, Munson? That’s rich.” Jason snorts, stepping up to Eddie. Smirking. “Real rich, comin from you, freak trash.”

“What’d you say to him?” Jeff is standing. Arms folded. Calm smirk. “You might wanna get back across the lunchroom, asshole.”

Gareth stands and gives a dry chuckle. “Unless you idiots just want your asses beaten to a pulp by us ‘freaks’ today. Because honestly, I’m dying to get my hands on one of you anyway.” as he says it, his voice raises and he locks eyes with Andy, smirking.

“Fuck it. I’ve been to Saturday detention a time or two, I don’t mind goin back.” Grant is standing too. Fists clenched. Smirking down at Jason.

Mike, Will, Lucas and Dustin share a look. Of the four, Mike, Will and Dustin stand. Max is gaping at Lucas and she shakes her head. “I can’t freaking believe you right now, they’re your friends.” she gestures at the three boys sitting opposite the two of them. “Have you lost your mind, Lucas Sinclair?”

“Do you seriously want to start this, man?” Mike gives Jason a mild shrug as he goes silent. “You’re clearly outnumbered here.” Will is smirking when he says it. Dustin chuckles and steps up beside Eddie, “You were saying, Carver?”

Chrissy’s breath catches in her throat.

Eddie’s probably one of exactly three people who seem to actually care about her well-being lately. He’s the one who was calm and rational with her a few nights ago when she sought him out hoping maybe he had something strong enough just to help her sleep at night. He let her sit in his trailer, explained to her what might happen. He even smoked with her just so she wasn’t all alone on this particular night and he was sweet about it. No judgment, nothing. Every time she’s tried to tell Jason how bad things are lately, he just tells her she’s fine and it’ll be okay. He doesn’t try to help or reassure her, he doesn’t seem to care. Eddie cared. Eddie listened. The last thing she wants is for Eddie to suffer because he makes the mistake to stand up for her. And she has no doubt in her mind, Jason will make sure he does.

“Okay, alright. I’ll go. I…” Chrissy calls out to Jason because all she can think is that he’ll do something, a fight will start and Eddie will wind up expelled.

“Chris, no.” you call out, shaking your head. “She was so close too.”

“Chrissy, damn it, he does this every fucking time.” Emma rubs her forehead. “I wish a meteorite would fall on your fuckin head, Carver. I really do.” Emma glares up at Jason’s turned back as she grumbles, flipping him off.

“Every single time she tries to get away, ugh.” you sigh and shake your head. “I mean, I get how he’s doing it and I know she’s scared because of it, but it still pisses me off. Because he knows what’ll work on her. It’s disgusting.” you frown and shake your head. “I wonder what would happen if someone anonymously went to like.. Hopper or somebody with his shit?” you muse, gazing at Chrissy across the cafeteria.

“I’m putting Ben Gay on his jockstrap. That’s it, I’m done with the way people just listen to him and eat up his every single fucking word. How does no one see he’s fucking poison?” Emma’s rant catches Eddie’s attention and he gazes at her quietly. Curious.

“You see it too, huh?” Eddie asks quietly, nodding to Jason.

“I’ve seen it since kindergarten? The asshole tried to kiss my cheek and I didn’t want cooties at the time, so I shoved him into a mudhole when he kept following me and trying to corner me. Then he starts to cry and has the teacher believing I shoved him for no reason!” Emma throws up her hand in frustration.

“Look, we only have to deal with their childish bullshit for a few more months and then we’re all out of this hellhole.” Grant speaks up quietly. Glancing at the two of you. Gareth nods in agreement, scooting you forward on the table a little.

“If I don’t go to prison first.” you and Emma both say it in unison. This has both Gareth and Eddie groaning at the same time as they palm their faces.

Mike raises a brow. “Why are either of you complaining? You’re both popular.”

Will gives him an elbow, shaking his head and Mike gestures at the two of you. “It’s true though! They’re not the ones getting shoved into lockers or…”

Gareth clears his throat, shooting Mike a warning glare and Mike glares right back. “Look, all I’m saying is from where Dustin, Will and I sit, you two have it made.”

You and Emma share a look.

“Whatever you think, Mikey.” you answer calmly. You see where he’s coming from, but what they go on to tell you next has you furious upon hearing it. Gaping. Because you knew that the jocks and the other girls on your squad were shitty human beings, but you didn’t know just how shitty they all were.

“I’m not wrong, though… Do they shove you guys into lockers? Or chase you home after school when you’re on a bike and they have cars to do it?” Mike states, despite Will shaking his head and elbowing him a time or two. “We said we weren’t saying anything, damn it. We were going to handle it, Mike.”

“Yeah? Well I just got sick of hearing these two, alright? They’re popular, they don’t know how shitty the other side of it all is, Will. Maybe they need t’ know.” Mike’s outburst has everyone at the table staring at him.

“They did what now?” Emma’s gaping. Glancing over at the jock table in the front of the lunch room. “Okay, kid.. You’ve got six seconds to start pointing fingers.” she taps her wrist patiently. “I need names, Mike, spit them out now.”

“Holy christ.. Max, are they doing this shit to you and El?” you’re gaping, glancing at your step sister across the table expectantly. Max shakes her head. “Not since El nailed Caroline’s sister in the head with that skate at the roller rink last year.”

“Will? Dustin?” you’re gazing from Will to Dustin, waiting. They don’t have older siblings, but since they’re always around Max, you worry about them too.

Dustin sighs, shoulders slumped. “They chased me and Will up to the hill last week. When we were going to try to power up Cerebro and see if we could tune it, get it to work for the AV Club meeting.”

“Does your mom know, kid?” you ask both boys. “Answer me.”

“If she doesn’t, she’s going to. I’ll make sure Gretchen tells Joyce when Joyce comes in for her usual trim in a few days. Perks of being the bookie at my mom’s salon, kid.” Emma gives Will a mild shrug. Will gulps. “No. I haven’t told her. You don’t have to, alright? We’ll… We’ll figure something out.”

“Don’t you have like… two brothers in our grade also? Have you even considered telling either of them?”

Will shakes his head when you ask him the question.

Max speaks up. “The point here, Mike.. ____ and Emma are not like them. Like, at all. Maybe if you’d pull your head out of your butthole, you’d see that.��

Eddie’s glaring daggers at the jock table because until Mike’s outburst, he didn’t have the first clue what the jocks were doing to the younger members of Hellfire. But now that he knows, he’s furious. Seething. Dying to get his hands on the jocks.

“Okay, here’s what you little shits are gonna do, alright? Next time they approach you, find one of us. I don’t care who. Just one of us. We’re gonna fix this shit, okay, kids?” Eddie speaks up. The younger teenagers all nod.

Lucas is conflicted.

And he feels like shit, because since he made the basketball team, he’s immune to the teasing and taunting. Clearly, his friends haven’t been and suddenly, the way they all seem tense around him makes perfect sense. And they normally tell him everything and yet, they haven’t told him any of this.

“Did you know any of this, Lucas?” Max asks, thinking about her conversation with you on the night of the Independence Day Carnival. Your warning. And it hurts, but lately, Lucas hasn’t been acting like the boy she cares so much about. And he’s barely been around his friends. Dustin, Mike and Will had to plead with him to ditch the team at the courts over the weekend to play DnD with them and Hellfire.

“No.” Lucas insists, gaping. “If..”

Max studies him intently, arms folded. “You’re sure? I mean… they’re your best friends, Lucas. How did you not notice it, hm?”

“We didn’t tell him because we know how much it meant for him to make the team, okay? We didn’t wanna…” Mike takes a deep breath, rubbing his face. “We didn’t wanna make him feel like he had to quit. Besides, we’re all gonna grow apart a little.”

“Bullshit, Mike.” Max insists. “You should have said something before now.”

“She’s right.” El speaks up quietly. “All of you. Friends don’t lie, remember?”

“El, c’mon.. We didn’t lie. We just handled it ourselves.” Mike pleads. But El is shaking her head. “It’s still a lie, Mike. Not telling is almost the same.” she gives Max a questioning look and Max nods. “It is.”

“And that’s not a smart idea with those assholes. Listen to me, little shits, alright? I’ve been around long enough to know what they’re capable of. Find a fucking adult adjacent person from now on. Even if it’s me or one of the guys.. Or even the two hellions present.” Eddie gestures to himself and the rest of his friends and then at you and Emma as he goes quiet. “I mean it. Are we clear, little shits?” he repeats himself firmly. “I can’t believe you three. Just gonna keep quiet and let them keep winning.” he’s shaking his head.

“Okay, shit.” Mike mumbles.

“I told you to keep your damn mouth shut, Wheeler.” Dustin grumbles. “Okay. We will.”

Will nods quietly. “We didn’t want to start anything.”

“I know, kid. But jesus, you’re all part of this club. If they’re messing with you, speak up.” Eddie gives the quieter boy a smile.

– ( cheerleading practice / hellfire meeting )

“I believe you two owe me something?” Coach Gentry corners you and Emma as you make your way into the gymnasium. The two of you share a look and Emma speaks up. “The pledge, right?”

Coach Gentry smirks. “I knew you two would come around. Go on, let’s have them.”

You laugh as you take it and tear it up.

Emma follows suit.

Coach Gentry grumbles, her patience worn thin. “All you have to do is sign the paper.”

“Nope.”

“Not happening.” you shrug, “Sorry.”

“Twenty five rounds around the gym. Both of you. Perhaps this will change your attitudes and help you remember what being part of a team means.”

“I think you should make them play in the powderpuff game this Friday.” Caroline is smirking when she says it, glancing at you and Emma. “Since neither of you ever bother signing up to play. Ooh, and what about the school carnival coming up in two weeks? Maybe they need to be made to do clean up, Coach Gentry?”

The coach is smirking.

If looks could kill, the look you’re giving Caroline Owens would have her six feet deep. Your jaw clenches.

“She does have a good point. Neither of you have ever participated in anything other than the Homecoming Parade, the food drive, the tutoring program last year and the car wash over the summer. I’m not your previous coach. There will be a bond with this team.”

“Seriously? Because we’re not up their ass working kissing booths?” Emma fumes as the two of you start to run around the court. You’re focused on just how much you want to strangle Caroline when you’re done with laps. As the two of you complete your last round and collapse in the bleachers, the coach wanders over with a fresh copy of the pledge for each of you.

Sharing a look, you both take it.

As the coach walks away, Emma nudges you. “You’re not signing this one either, right?”

“Nope. She can absolutely rot in hell.” you answer calmly.

“Good. I’m not signing either. She can’t make us do anything. And if she tries to throw us off for some bullshit reason, we’ll just quit.”

“After Friday, Em..” you start, trailing off. Emma nods and sighs. “It’s kinda sad, y’know? It’s all so fucked up. I mean we wanted to be like Veronica Sinclair and Danielle Wesson, remember? They were popular but they were truly nice people. We thought it was going to be so much fun.”

“Yeah, well.. We were idiots. When Veronica came home to wash clothes and spend the weekend, I talked to her. She said that she wanted to tell us both not to try out. I think that’s why she hammered it in so heavy when she was coaching us before tryouts that we didn’t need to let it change who we are. When I told her about the new coach, she said she’d talk to her mom or something, I think Mrs. Sinclair was on cheer or the old dance team back in the day.”

“Sucks.. Because if she’s going to talk to her mom about taking over the squad, I feel like neither of us will still be on it by the time that time rolls around.” Emma muses quietly. “Because after the stupid powderpuff game on Friday and the pep rally, I’m kinda done.”

“Me too. And there’s no way Mrs. Sinclair will get Coach Gentry to quit. And there’s no way we can run her off…” you trail off, going quiet.

Caroline shoves a clipboard into your hands and you and Emma sign up for the back to school powderpuff football game on Friday. She smirks. “This is going to be so much fun!”

“She doesn’t realize my father taught me a proper tackle when I was like… Five..” you’re laughing and shaking your head. Emma smirks, “Or that my mother taught me how to throw a ball so hard I can hit someone’s nose from a pretty fair distance. I mean.. They’re going into it to hurt us, so why not.. Right?”

“Exactly.” you laugh and pull yourself off the bleachers, holding out your hand to Emma. “C’mon. Let’s go shower and go down to the drama classroom.”

“Going to be a certain drummer’s personal cheerleader, hm?” Emma teases, but only partially.

“Maaybe.” you’re laughing softly. The laughter dies when you wander into the showers to find that your change of clothes has been soaked in water, the shower still turned on.

Emma’s swearing from behind you, holding out soaked jeans and a t-shirt. “They got you too, huh?”

You spot the red lipstick on your locker.

“Freaks Slut.” you laugh as you read it out loud. “Is this.. I mean is this all they can come up with? I always thought they were sharing one brain cell, now I know it.” you roll your eyes at the lipstick graffiti.

The door bursts open and Caroline laughs. “Aww.. what happened?”

Emma throws her wet clothing at Caroline and you walk over, stepping up to her. Smirking. “I could kick your ass, y’know. I could, but I’m not. Not yet.”

“Y’know, if I bat my lashes, he won’t want you anymore, right? He’s only dating you because you’re popular. Imagine if he thought he could have me… I mean…. We all know I’m better.” Caroline’s words are discarded as best as you can and you raise a hand as if you’re going to slap her. She grabs your wrist and smirks. “Who knows.. Maybe I will try my luck with him… I mean… Why should you have all the fun, right?”

You pull your wrist out of her grip and you shove her up against the locker, glaring hatefully. Maybe her words do bother you on some level. Maybe they’re kind of sitting heavy in your mind, but… You’re more pissed than anything that she just assumes she can do whatever the hell she wants with no consequence, especially with your boyfriend. Just because it worked on other guys, she thinks she can keep doing it and she can keep being gross and nobody will ever do anything to her about it. It disgusts you, it always has. She’s no better than the assholes on the football or basketball team who assume that if you smile at them one time, you want to crawl into their backseat. It’s just another reason you’re quitting the team as soon as Friday is behind you.

You’ve got a hold on her gray Hawkins Phys.Ed shirt and you slam her back against the locker a little, laughing. “You think so, hm?”

“Aw… are you upset now, ___? Wanna go cry like you used to?” Caroline taunts, smirking. Shoving at you. You stumble back but regain your balance and step up to her again. Her back meets the locker this time and it’s harder. You’ve got a hand at her throat when she smirks. “I’d rather die than let him anywhere near me. No worries, sweetheart. I mean… make no mistake. You were worried.”

You let her go and take a deep breath or two, but then that second wave of anger hits you as she’s walking over to her own locker so you decide you can’t just let it go, you have to do something. You tap her shoulder and when she turns, you send a right hook smashing into her nose.

“You bitch!” she’s got her hands on her nose, blood seeping through her fingers. “Oops.” you shrug calmly, “My fist slipped, sweets. Force yourself on him if you want, Caroline. I mean we all know you do it with everybody else because if not, nobody would touch you... But if I find out about it? Your nose is gonna be the least of your worries.” you’re glaring at her. A hand on your hip.

“It won’t be forcing if he likes it, ____. And we both know he will. He’s gonna get tired of you. You know it and I know it. You’re just a stopping point until someone better comes along.” she’s holding tissues to her nose and shouting at you as you walk out of the locker room.

Once you’re out in the hallway with Emma, she nods to the closed door at your back. “I think we both know what’s gotta happen, trouble. This shit?” she gestures to the door again, “This is not what we signed up for when we made the team. It’s just not worth it anymore. I know I said I didn’t want to miss the parties but fucking hell… This is too far out of hand. They’re like a nest of vipers.”

“Yeah. You’re right. We’re sticking around long enough to play in that stupid game against them on Friday and then we’re done.” you nod in agreement. “Because I want to tackle Owens one good time.”

“Ditto.”

The two of you take really deep breaths and wander down the hall, the squeak of your sneakers the only sound until you’ve turned down the hallway that the drama class is on. Emma stops in front of the door.

“You’re okay… Right? Like… you know Caroline Owens is full of shit, don’t you?”

You manage a weak smile and nod. And while you know she is, there are some parts of you that wonder… What if she’s not wrong? It’s just in your head and you’re doing your best to shake it out.

“Girl..”

“What?”

“Stop thinking about it, she’s full of shit okay? You’re amazing. And if there comes a time where he can’t see that, it’s his own problem.. Not yours, alright?”

“Okay, alright, shit.” you roll your eyes. “No need to get all fucking emotional about it, woman.”

“I’m gonna have to kick your ass again, aren’t I?” Emma asks, laughing softly. Shaking her head. “The woman has yellow teeth and a bird beak for a nose. Not to mention that one eye that kind of crosses itself sometimes, oh and, and.. She smells like mothballs… You’re seriously going to rake yourself through the coals about what she said?”

“Emma, I’m not, alright? I mean it.”

There’s a small chance that you might have been lying a little, but you seem convincing enough that Emma relaxes.

The two of you wander into the drama classroom and flop into empty chairs. Back out of the way so you’re not disrupting, but Eddie clears his throat, nodding to the table. “If you’re going to come in, come closer so you can watch the game unfold, huh?”

Emma’s giggling. “This guy would be an amazing ringmaster.” she mumbles, making you laugh a little. You drag your chairs over, sitting them by Gareth and Emma sits her chair in between Eddie and the Henderson kid.

Gareth can just tell something is bothering you. That you’re trying to pretend it’s not. So when Eddie calls for a break for a few minutes to grab drinks from the vending machine or snacks, he corners you when it’s just the two of you in the hallway.

“Hey.. C’mon, baby. Start talkin.” he’s pleading, stepping close. Doing that thing where he stands taller and dominates any sliver of space left between your bodies. You laugh softly. “It’s dumb. Trust me.”

“Ah-ah.. Out with it, sugar. Now.” he’s pleading in a firm tone again, caressing your cheeks. You roll your eyes and cringe as you tell him what happened in the locker room and what Caroline said to you as it happened. He’s gaping by the time you’re done, a disgusted look in his eyes. “She seriously said that.”

But then it clicks. It got to you for whatever reason.

He’s figured out by now that you’re not nearly as confident or as bold as you pretend to be ninety nine percent of the time. He pulls you against him, arms around you. “You’re the girl I want, alright? I mean that, sugar.” his forehead settles against yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” you melt against him, taking a few shaky breaths. He sees you blinking because you’re trying not to cry and he lets you lean your head against his neck with your arms around him. “ ‘S okay, baby. I mean it.” he coaxes, calm and patient. “Shhh.”

You take a few more shaky breaths and pull away a little, wiping at your eyes. “Sorry.” you mumble.

“Babe, it’s okay.”

“I know, I just hate it when I get so frustrated or upset that I wind up crying.”

Gareth chuckles, his hands on either side of your face as his forehead settles against yours. “It’s okay. It’s better that you told me than just keeping it in.”

You nod.

“Do you feel better?” he asks, gazing at you in concern.

“Yeah.” you smile, a weak grin, but it’s real. Not strained like when you came into the classroom twenty minutes ago.

Caroline is glaring when she walks past you both in the hallway.

Gareth knows it’s probably low-hanging fruit, but he really wants to say something, so she knows that he’s not an option, even if it’s just to get under your skin. “It’s a shame.” he calls out to her, stopping her. She’s giving him a little pout and your fist clenches. Gareth smirks and continues, “Punch still didn’t help the beak situation, huh?”

“Fuck yourself, Emerson.”

“I’d resort to my hand before I ever tried to come to you. You’re kind of a doorknob, Owens.”

“What did you call me?”

“A doorknob. Everybody takes a turn?” Gareth shrugs and you’re leaning against him just so you don’t double over laughing and make the situation worse or anything.

“Asshole.” Caroline grumbles.

“Never said I wasn’t. If you’re smart you’ll leave my girl alone, alright?”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Gareth smirks. “You won’t like what happens if you don’t.”

“What are you gonna do, hm? Hit me?” Caroline gazes at you, “You see what you’re with, right? He just threatened me. Was he really worth punching me over, ___? Think a little. We’re only trying to help you out here. There are girls that would kill to be where you and Emma are and yet both of you are constantly destroying the bond between us girls. We’re supposed to be closer, not two against the rest of us.”

“He never said he’d lay a hand on you. Now me, Owens..” you step away from Gareth a little, stepping towards her. She backs up and you laugh. “Go home and fix your nose, Owens. You’re a waste of fucking time. The fact that you call yourselves a team is a joke. This isn’t what I signed up for. This is bullshit.”

“ The coach knows what you did and you’re probably going to get Saturday detention.” Caroline smirks. You shrug. “And? You act as if I’m supposed to be scared. Look, I’m sick of you. Sick of the bullshit. Detention is worth it if I get to punch you.”

Everyone is wandering back from the vending machines and you notice that Emma isn’t wearing Patrick’s lettermans jacket anymore. Not only that, she’s holding her hand against her chest.

“What the hell happened?” you ask, gazing at her in concern.

“Your friend, ah..” Eddie’s snickering. Emma takes over, rolling her eyes. “Let me tell my story, lug.” she’s laughing at him and shaking her head. “Patrick started to bitch because a) I’m at a Satanic cult meeting apparently, and b) I tore the pledge up again. So we started to fight. He admitted that he only wanted to date me because he has some bet going with one of the guys.”

“Okay but how’d you hurt your hand?” you nod to her hand and she laughs. “I-I.. shit, trouble, you know how bad I am at expressing my anger and frustration. I was going to punch him but I just.. I couldn’t. So I hit the locker.”

“But then she threw the damn jacket at him so hard it made his nose bleed because a button caught it.” Eddie’s now given up on holding back his laughter as he gazes down at Emma and shakes his head. Emma is flipping him off.

“I’m not the one who chose to hit a locker instead of the target of my frustration.” Eddie shrugs.

“I’m a pacifist, damn it. Gretchen is the one with the rage.”

“Pacifist my ass, Emma.” you’re laughing and moving back a little, settling back against Gareth. “You weren’t a pacifist this summer when you and Megan tied up at cheer camp.”

“She caught me on a bad day.”

“My ass. I think we both know you’re full of it. Pacifist. Riiight.” you’re laughing.

Mike clears his throat.

“Remember when you said to tell you if they’re gonna mess with us? There’s a truck full of jocks outside in the parking lot. Erica.. She was out there but Will spotted her and snuck out, got her in the back way. Now you know.” he says it as he turns to walk away.

“Who the hell is Erica?” Eddie rubs his chin, confused.

Dustin and Erica Sinclair turn the corner in the hallway with Will, all three out of breath. “They’re outside. All of ‘em.”

Eddie chuckles. Then he nods to Erica. “Who is this? Do I look like a babysitter, kid?”

“You told us to find more people.” Mike scoffs. “We found more people.”

“I meant in high school. Not with bedtimes, Wheeler.” Eddie rubs his temples, shaking his head.

“Next time be more specific, holy shit!” Mike throws up his hands. Will speaks up. “I can vouch for her, okay? She’s good. She played with me, Max and Lucas a few times when everybody else was gone or busy. We’ve uh… we’ve been teaching her.”

Eddie eyes the 11 year old warily and grumbling about it, he pushes open the door of the drama classroom.

“What about the assholes outside?” Mike asks in concern.

“We’ll sneak you guys out the back if we have to.” Eddie answers. “But the rest of us are going out the front, so all I can say is peddle like your lives depend on it. Or go hide in my van, fuck.. Guess I’ll drop you all off or something…”

“If you can’t fit them all, I’m stuck driving Gretchen’s big piece of shit Blazer.” Emma shrugs.

Everyone settles down around the table again and you wind up being pulled into Gareth’s lap at some point during the game. And then, when he rolls a good number, he won’t let you even think about removing yourself and you laugh.

One day filled with hurdles and annoying bullshit down. Quite a few more left. But maybe, you think to yourself, maybe everything will be okay…

– ( after the meeting )

Everyone is letting the energy out that they’ve held back for a few hours by the time the campaign is over for the night. Erica is excited, talking loud a mile a minute and Dustin is chuckling in amusement. Gareth wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his side. Max is talking with El, Mike and Will, fuming about a fight she had earlier with Lucas when he decided to blow off the first meeting of a club he’s been invited to so he could go play basketball with douchebags.

Eddie stops everyone at the door. “Guys, c’mon. Let’s see if the douchebags left, shall we?”

Gareth pulls away and smirks at you. “Stay put. I mean it, baby.”

“Gare…”

“Stay put. You and Emma keep them inside. They’ve been doing this to us since fucking sophmore year. We’re kinda used to it now.”

Erica nudges you and nods to Gareth’s retreating back as she smiles. “Did you finally tell him?”

You smile and nod. “I did.”

“Good. I told you, didn’t I?”

“Okay, little old lady.” you’re joking.

“Hey, what’s going on out there?” Emma nudges Will and Will peeks out the door.

“I think we might be lucky tonight. I think they’re gone.”

“If they’re not, tell me. Me and ____ will go out. This is probably all our faults, sitting with you guys at lunch earlier.”

“They’ve been doing this for weeks now, it’s not your fault. Either of you.” Will states quietly. Mike nods in agreement. “I’m sorry about earlier. I was just frustrated.”

“We get it, kid.” Emma shrugs.

“Yeah, we get it.” you add quietly. Smiling at the younger boys.

Eddie peeks back in. “They just left. One of the girls who stayed over for band stopped me and told me if we’re going, we need to book it. So everybody grab a ride. Probably a better idea if we don’t let you guys go home on your own tonight.”

“C’mon, Max. You and El and Will can ride with me and Gareth.”

“I live down the street from Henderson and Sinclair, Munson. I can take them home. We might even stop for ice cream since my little buddy nailed your asses to a wall in there.” Emma suggests, high-fiving Erica who smirks and sticks out her tongue at Eddie. Eddie chuckles. “It was luck. We’ll see how good you really are at the next one, huh?”

Erica claps her hands. “Really?”

“Yeah, why not. Fuck it.” Eddie chuckles.

Eddie and Mike gaze at each other warily. “Looks like you’re going with me, kid.”

“Will, I’ll call you and El when I make it in. We’ll talk about the thing with Lucas.” Mike calls out to his friends.

“Do it on the com. Patch me in, dude. I’m fucking livid.” Dustin calls out from the passenger side of Emma’s mom’s Blazer before getting in.

Gareth holds out his hands to you. “Keys, babe?”

“Oh come onnnn. I’m not that bad.”

“I love you but I have to disagree. You are.” Gareth is teasing and you pout but you put the keys into his hand.

Max, Will and Eleven settle into the backseat and as soon as you’re all in the car, you turn to look at Max. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just upset. Disappointed. Pissed. I can’t believe he really did that.”

“You know what we talked about, Max.”

She nods. “I know.”

Eleven speaks up. “Maybe he had a good reason.”

Will nods, agreeing. “Maybe..”

“ Call him when you get home, Max. Talk to him.”

“I dunno. He’s acting different lately. He tried to defend them earlier when we were all talking about the shit they’ve been doing to us. He tried to defend them.”

“Maybe he’s just lost, red. Give him a little time.” Gareth speaks up, catching her eyes in the rearview. “If he doesn’t come around though, I think maybe ___ is right.”

“Yeah. I hate it, but yeah.” Max takes a deep breath.

Once the Hopper-Byers cabin comes into view, Will and Eleven are climbing out. “We’ll call you later, Max!”

“Yeah.”

The ride back to the trailer you and Max live in, where Gareth’s truck is parked, is quiet. At one point, Gareth reaches down and puts his hand on your thigh, squeezing. “You’re okay, right? It’s not still getting to you?”

“No baby.”

And it’s not. You lean across and kiss him on the cheek, then you lean your head against him. “What a first day, huh?”

“Yeah, well.. The shit you saw happen is the usual. I mean, kind of.” Gareth laughs. “It’s not a big deal.”

“No, it’s not. They shouldn’t be able to just get away with this shit. I swear its like this whole damn town is so sports obsessed that they turn a blind eye to anything Jason and his band of assholes do. It’s always been this way and I hate it.” you frown. Gareth laughs. “It’s not gonna matter in a few months anyway, remember? We’ll be out of it.”

“Finally.” you answer, laughing.

He pulls your car to a stop behind Wes’s K5 and Max spots Lucas, grumbling to herself. You stop her.

“Hey.. Take a few deep breaths and then go over. Don’t just unload, alright? At least try to hear him out.” you advise. Max nods and gets out, making her way over.

You and Gareth get out and make your way over to his truck where you’re leaned against him.

“So Emma and I are done after Friday.” you tell him quietly. “Like, I can’t… I can’t deal with it anymore. It’s not the same as it was when Lucas’ older sister and the girl who lived two trailers down were the captain and co-captain. They’re all vipers.”

Gareth grips your jaw to make you look at him and he’s grinning a little. “Really? But why Friday?”

“Because I want to be able to legally drill Caroline Owens into grass on a football field. Yeah, apparently, she had the same idea, because she told the coach we should be made to sign up for more stuff and she mentioned it. So Emma and I didn’t exactly argue it.”

“Okay, she’s really not smart. I’ve seen you tackle before. If you still tackle the way you did in middle school..” Gareth cringes, laughing. “She’s going to regret it.”

The laughter dies away and you melt against him. “Gare?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Love you.” you yawn out sleepily. He presses his lips to your forehead. “Love you too.” and he’s grinning because hearing you say those three words back to him has made his night.

Maybe even his lifetime.

And he’s determined not to let anything happen to what you two have together.

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UwU, what's this? Is Rose finally continueing the look books? It seems so. I wanted to return to the look books for a while, but since it is a lot of work I kept putting it of. But here we are, another lookbook. I am however not gonna do lookbooks for every character, just for the heirs. So feel free to send me a WCIF if you see something you like and can't wait for the look book. Anyway, let's start with our favourite softspoken druid, who loves plants and silence, Puck Strawroof. Sim: Hair, Skindetails, Eye Lashes, Left arm Tattoo, Right Arm Tattoo (Discover University), Ankle tattoo (Discover University) Make up: Eyeshadow (Base game), Eyeliner Everyday Wear: Outfit (Unknown, please dm me if you know), Earrings, Necklace (Get to work), Flowercrown, Cloak, Bracelet (Get to work) Formal Wear: Shirt (Island Living), Trousers, Sandals (island Living), Flowercrown

Sports Wear: Top (Discover University), Trousers, Shoes (Bases Game), Beanie (Bases Game) Sleep Wear: Trunks (Bases Game) Party Wear: Shirt, Trousers (Island Living), Sandels (Island Living), Necklace (Get to work), Braclet (Base Game) Swim Wear: Trunks (Base Game), Necklace (Get to Work), Bracelet (Island Living) Hot Weather Wear: Shirt (Island Living), Trousers, Necklace (Get to Work), Sandals (Island Living), Bracelet (Island living) Cold Weather Wear: Cardigan, Trousers, Shoes (Base Game), Socks (Base Game), Necklace (Get to Work) You can find Puck in the Galley, if you look for my user tag (DemonicRosebush) or look for the hashtag #PuckStrawroof Credit: Briksche, @squea @kijiko-sims @valhallansim @pyxiidis @enriques4 @joliebean @nolan-sims @aharris00britney

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My quick overview of Money in the Bank! Overall, it was a pretty good show. 7/10⭐

‼️MITB 2023 SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

So happy that Iyo won the women's match. Love her 💜 Zoey was my sleeper pick to 2 win but I don't quite think she's ready yet. Trish is making her better every week tho. Iyo and Bayley are gonna have some drama now. I know it! The handcuff spot ending was great! I loved the creativity. Zelina showed out with that Code Red from the top of the ladder. And all the ladies where serving this their gear. As they should.

Gunther kicked Riddles ass, as he should. The match was good and Gunther looked great as always. Drew coming back was the highlight of that segment. He and Gunther are gonna kick the crap out of one another soon. And I honestly see Drew as the one to dethrone Gunther. Perhaps with some help from The Brawling Brutes again since Vinci and Kaiser are still a factor.

Surprise ! John Cena showed up and hinted that Mania may be in London in the future. My Aussie husband Grayson showed up and he and Cena had a good promo battle. Possible Cena/Grayson match in the future?? Because I'd love to see that when Grayson's leg is good to go. Grayson had a killer shirt on as always. That's one more to add to my wardrobe when I've got money.

Finn and Seth put on a banger match. Kinda wished it was Demon! Finn tho. Judgment Day is so clearly gonna break up soon and I am all for it. Finn needs to be free of the shit Rhea and Dom have going on. So does Damian. Personally, I think that Finn should start tagging with JD McDonagh and Damian should get a singles run.

Not a huge Cody fan but he kicked Dom's annoying ass so yay Cody! The match was okay. I've always found Cody kinda eh. And Dom's character with Rhea is just annoying.

Didn't really care for the tag match until Shayna pulled a GOATED move and smacked Rhonda up. Hopefully this either means Rhonda is gonna be gone for a while or Shayna is gonna give her the work in a full match/fued. Also, I'm happy for Liv getting the belt back. Don't really care for Raquel 🫠

Bloodline Civil War was a great match! Jimmy and Jey both showed out and proved that Roman is slowly becoming irrelevant. Loved seeing my man Solo kick ass! (even if it was his bro's ass😭) That's my man and I can't wait for him to drop Roman and get back on the same page with his bros. Romans's time on top is coming to an end and I can't wait for him to drop the belts. I'm a shield stan for life. But that man has become so bland both with his promos and his in-ring work. It's time for someone else to have the belt and be on top. I 100% think that Jey should be the one to dethrone him. Poetic Justice if you will.

The men's ladder match was 🔥🔥🔥. Shoutout to my man Ricochet for putting Logan through that table with that amazing spot. Shinsuke and Butch both looked really solid in the match. Hopefully, they'll let Shin get more screen time. (also let Pat come back. I miss him jamming out to Shin's music) Logan was okay in the match. His ring work is getting better. He works well as a heel and I loved the boys all ganging up on him. (not a Logan hater. Just thought it was funny) Damian did solid work. He was my sleeper pick and I didn't mind him winning. Though my husband LA Knight should HAVE WON THE MATCH!! Triple H will be hearing from my therapist. Papa Trip hinted after the show that Knight is gonna get a push soon because of all the attention he's getting. I can see him going after Austin's US championship since Theory's run is dry as hell and it's about time he dropped the belt.

Extra random thoughts.

Wade Barrett looked fine as fuck in that pink blazer. I'm obsessed and in love 😍

The Sami and Kevin segment was great. Love my chaotic BFFs

Rhea needs to drop the title already. Cuz girl ain't doing shit with the locker room.

Asuka V Iyo outta be 🔥🔥

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Come back home.(RC)

- summary: Rafe goes away for 4 months on a business trip in the Bahamas and you are counting the minutes he will be back!

Warning: kissing, touching, fluffff💓

It was the early morning hours and you flutter your eyes open to see the view of the ocean and the view of your beautiful husband Rafe Cameron. The morning sun casted in the room and landing on you, it felt so warm on your skin you smile In enjoyment.

“Good morning sweetheart” his sleepy voice still makes your heart flutter. “Good morning love” you smile and gives him a quick kiss before he decides to get out of bed. “No come back..” you mumble as you hold the white sheet over your bare chest.

“Baby I wish I can but you know I gotta get ready” his back is turn to you as he packs his carry on, you can’t hold back the smile your sporting at the scratches you’ve created on his back from the night before. “I’m gonna miss you so so much” you get out of bed and grabs his shirt and pulls it on and grabs your underwear and puts it on as you walk over to him. “Please call me everyday”

“Baby I wouldn’t miss a single call.” He kisses your forehead before grabbing your hand. “Shower with me one more time?” You bite your lip in excitement and nod. “Your saying it like where never gonna see each other” you roll your eyes and walks into the bathroom with him.

“Take off your clothes” he tells you and you look at him stupidity before he laughs. “Baby not in that way” you giggle and take off your clothes and he steps into the shower first and you join him.

“I’m gonna miss showering with you almost every day” you exaggerate leaning your chin on his head chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. He pushes the wet strains of hair out of your face and kisses your lips gently while his big hands cup your cheeks. “Me too baby, gonna miss cleaning you up”

You blush and kisses him sweetly. “I have attachments issues. What am I going to do with out you. I’ve grown up with you my whole life Rafe and now now your leaving for 4 months?” You begin to panic and back away from him and looked down. “Baby hey look, you’ll be fine. We’ll be fine!! Come on it’s only a few months.” He tries to reassure you but you don’t saying anything so he continues. “I’ll call you everyday and tell you how my dad was and we’ll even shower together. My sweet girl” he pulls you into him and kisses you deeply.

“I’m sorry.” He gets on his knees and kisses your stomach. “Don’t be sorry for being you mamas.” He kisses your inside thigh then your hip bone and all the way up until he kisses your lips. “Believe me when u tell you that I’ll be thinking of you all day and night.”

•

After the shower you both get dress and drive to the tarmac. “Time to go son” Ward tells him. “Morning y/n.” You wave high and looks back at Rafe. “I’ll call you when I land. I love you so much. So so much.” He tears a little and you wipe it with a crying laugh. “I love you more Rafe Cameron.” You kiss him hard and he hiked you tight. “Okay go” you pull away. “I love you.” He walks to the plane and gets on it.

Your heart breaks looking at him go away. You need him. 2 months In you call Rafe with exciting news. “Rafe. I’m 2 months pregnant” you squeal.

“What?? No way! Baby looks at us. We are having a baby.” He begins to cry and you just want to hug him. “Yes we are pregnant” you smile and he smirks.

“Guess your breeding kink came in handy.”

“Sure did.” You laugh and show him the test.

“Cant wait to see you.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you.”

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DREW WTF

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You’re so sexy 😩

955 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Trouble in paradise (RC)

Warning: cheating/ smut 18+/ heavy touching. Shower sex/ argument/ getting caught.

It was the way he would look at you at dinner that had you in this position, the way he would watch you take a bite of your food and watch the way your lips wrapped around the fork. It was the way he talked to you, the way he would touch you even with innocence. That all lead you to this very moment. Rafe Cameron’ your cousins boyfriend pinning you against the shower wall as he drills into you. The sounds you where making had you glad that not a single soul was home.

“Fuck. I’ve wanted you for so long.” He wraps one of his hands around your neck and leans in to give you a sloppy kiss. You whimper at the feeling of his dick hitting every possible spot to exist in you.

“You ever thought about me the same way I do? Bet you do, thinking about me while you touch that pretty pussy of yours hm?” Your eyes was shut and didn’t say a word until you felt a deep thrust. “Fuck.” You moan out and open your eyes.

“Answer me pumpkin. You touch yourself at the thought of me?” His voice was so deep and he was out of breath.

“Yes I think about you everyday with my hands between my legs whispering your name like it’s a good damm prayer. God your so sexy. Love you” you mumble the last sentence and he kisses you again but slowly as his movement slows down.

“Shit Y/N say that again.” He looks into your innocent eyes and could come at the sight of the way your looking at him.

“I love you.” Her pouty lips and big doe innocent eyes had him going. He nods and thrust into you hard until your decorating his back with scratches of your finger nails. “Love you Y/N. Fuck can I come in you.”

“Yesyesyesyes” she moans with her pouty lips and he rubbed her clit and she came hard with a cry. Shaking and trembling. Few more thrust and he’s coming deep inside of you. “Shit.” You guys breath for a minute before he lets you down. Feet touching the shower floor with week knees.

“This- this has to go on. Can’t stay away from you or that pussy.” He pushes the wet hair out of your face and away from your neck and kisses your lips. “You really love me?” He ask without pulling away from your kiss. “I do.” You smile and kisses him.

It has been non stop of you and Rafe for the past 3 months, fucking, talking, secret hang out, excuses to hang with one another. Your friends knew you where seeing someone as well as your cousin, she noticed how happy you seem and is happy for you. You just feel so guilty but can help yourself.

“So y/n! Tell me about this boy!” Your cousin breaks the silence as you where eating fruits at her Kitcen counter. You where over for dinner and to spend a night to have a REAL sleepover with your cousin. you told Rafe that this was a real sleepover and that you’ll be with her the whole night but Rafe doesn’t believe you. He knows that by the end of the night while his girlfriend is sound asleep that you’ll either be on your knees or wrapped around him.

“Uh? He’s some guy who I met at the supermarket.” (Liar)

“Oh that’s sound so tv show-is right?” You laugh and nod. “Yes very!” You look over at Rafe and he’s staring at you hard.

“So what’s this boy like Y/N?” Rafe ask and you glare at him.

“Oh now baby stop bullying her, Y/N you don’t need to spill your business out to him.” She leans up and kisses him lips. You exhale deeply and looked at Rafe. When they pull away you smile.

“Go on Y/N/N.” He begins.

“He’s a hot guy, hm?? Sometimes annoying but sweet and the sex is awesome” you smile at the thought.

“That seems like fun!” Your cousin looks down and you remember what Rafe told you. “I haven’t touched her since we made love Y/N.”

“Okay so how about we have some amazing dinner by you Marci”

“Yeah let’s.” She looks up at Rafe and you can feel the tension in the room rising.

“Okay this was so good I’ve never felt so full in my life” you take a sip of water and Rafe smirks at you. “You sure?” He speaks up and you almost chocked on your water.

“Marci he’s bullying me.” You look at her and she smiles lightly.

“Stop bullying her.” She looks at him and stands up. “I’m gonna do the dishes. Excuse me.” She grabs the plates and you stand up.

“Do you need help?” You offer. She looked down.

“Rafe can help! Relax” she blows a kiss at you and looks at Rafe with a stern look.

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years

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Decided to take a break from writing to do a thing inspired by @barbabetos 's aesthetic style board for her Mc! You can see Gray's original post here! (Also go follow her).

Read about the Obey Me characters reactions under the cut! (I worded it in the style of an interview)

Also gonna tag you nerds bc I think this is fun :3 @offscreen-demon-flirting @saharahsbliss @svnflowery

Lucifer: I was not particularly fond of how many pairs of ripped jeans Storm owns at first, but I can now appreciate the small, tasteful glimpses of leg she shows with them... (clears throat)...But overall i think she always looks well put-together. I think she looks absolutely radiant at my side at any type of event that calls for a ball gown or a skirt. She wears her RAD Uniform well, and I appreciate the care she takes in her appearance. My favorite feature of her style is her hair- it reminds me of a bright ember, and is so dangerously soft. The shampoo she uses always makes it smell so heavenly, too...ah, I'm rambling again, aren't I?

Mammon: I like her style. I think she would look better on any normal day walking side-by-side with the Great Mammon though. Have ya *seen* Lucifer? Her looks don't really scream "prude" like his do...ya know? Anyways, I've leant her my jacket from time to time and I can't tell ya how great she always looks in it...What?! No, I don't have a crush on her o-or nothin'!! Don't go tellin' her or Lucifer what I said...ya hear?

Levithan: Personally, I dont really care what she dresses like. Its fine I guess. She looks like a hard-core normie. Now, if she were to dress like the love interest from "I'm Just a Shut-In Demon Who's Falling For A Pretty Human Girl", then I'd like it even more...her Hair does remind me of some of the princesses from the fantasy games I play though...I wonder if she'd let me brush it for her- AH! WAIT! NO!! DON'T WRITE THAT PART DOWN.

Satan: I think Storm knows her body well and is good at choosing clothing to compliment it. I do find it funny seeing her walk in her every-day clothes next to Lucifer though. She has very warm cardigans, so I've borrowed a few from her before when my room gets especially frigid during the winter months.

Asmodeus: Oh! Storm is just so precious. I would give anything to put a Ribbon in her hair, but she insists its not her style. I think her look is absolutely perfect for her, and I have definitely helped her pick out some clothes here and there. Though, I really do wish she would wear some more bright colors. She's just like Lucifer in that regard. I do love that she let's me do her nails, but she's very particular about the colors. It won't hurt to add in some pink sometimes, darling!

Beelzebub: Storm always dresses so cool. I especially like it when she wears one of my shirts with the tight jeans, hah. But, sometimes I think she wears clothes that are too baggy sometimes. Like, when we work out together. I'm always worried she's going to get caught on something, but she insists its fine...I like that she always carries snacks in her purse...Oh, I also really like her hair. It reminds me of cotton candy...mmm...

Belphegor: Eh, her look is fine. It's not like I really care how people dress or whatever. I will say though...I love it when Storm wears a soft flannel or cardigan. It makes her an even softer pillow.

Diavolo: Storm's look is very unique compared to the demons here. I have learned a lot about human world fashion from her, and she's even influenced some designers!! Although...she insists her fashion sense is nothing worthy of note. Ahah! Isn't she so modest? Her and Lucfier make a very attractive couple. I like hosting fancy dinner parties just to see her all dolled up next to him!

Barbatos: hmmm...I would have to say that I am indifferent toward her style. I do believe it suits her well, but I think that she should explore other avenues outside dark shirts and jeans. Her formal attire is very stunning though- I wouldn't hesitate to say she often looks the best out of any attendee of Diavolo's parties.

Mephistopheles: Hmpf! To think Diavolo would appreciate such a degenerate look is absolutely unfathomable. And whats more, to see the embodiment of Pride swoon over it- that's even more absurd! I don't understand the appeal, frankly. Why on earth would you buy jeans that are ripped? Or wear ill-fitting shirts? I just don't get it.

Solomon: Storm, huh. Hehe, well...I do find the way she dresses sort-of alluring. It's much different from the other humans I typically associate with. A fun game I like to play is "count the holes in Storm's jeans" and if I guess correctly, she owes me a dinner date. It's too bad she always declines to play.

Simeon: I think she looks great. My favorite is when she braids her hair. Sometimes she'll adorn it with jewelry too, and it almost makes her look even brighter. I must say, I also like seeing her in a skirt or a dress. She has a very feminine look to her, and I think she should try to harness it more rather than hiding her curvature under a large shirt or a flannel.

Luke: I think that there's much more to like about Storm than he look. She's always so nice to me,, and she always carries things with her in her bag that come in handy- like a sewing kit, wet wipes, and snacks...I do think she'd look really great if she wore some more white. One time she wore a dress Asmo picked out that was white and silver, and she looked like an Angel!

Raphael: The human girl? What about her? ...I don't have any opinions about her clothes really. Why does it matter..?

Thirteen: Storm's style is bitchin'. It suits her well I think, but I think she should turn it up a notch! I'd love to see that Bad Bitch in some daisy dukes and fishnets. Now THAT would be a look!! It amazes me that she settled for some prudish vampire-looking guy like Lucifer though. The contrast in their appearance is really somethin'.

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bull ride - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Smut some steamy time with Max x word count: 1970+

Winter break is here, and you finally have some more time with your boyfriend Max, who’s still flying high after him becoming the world champion. Since then, he’d be happier, more relaxed, and overall cuddlier than he used to be. You’re glad that stress is finally gone, for now.

Right now, you’re sitting in the living room of Max’s apartment, while he’s preparing something for you. “Wait here, please.” He smiled, kissed your cheek, and vanished behind the closed bedroom door. Knowing that something is odd, you wait for him to return. He is plotting something, and you’re gonna find out what eventually. Impatiently, you check your phone every five seconds, trying to get your mind off of things, but your whole body shivers in anticipation.

Just then, when you lean back against the soft pillows behind you, you hear the door at the other end of the hallway open. “Honey?” Max says, his voice a little rougher than usual, the anxiety perhaps? “Still here?” You giggle and put your phone down. There is no leaning back anymore, your body is shaking a little, and your eyes are stuck at the wooden doorframe. “Ready?” He says quietly, and you know he is blushing hard, as his voice would always break when he is nervous, so he’s trying to keep it low.

“No!” You say, and both of you share a little laugh. “Define ready, though.” Smirking, you scratch your arm, watching Max enter the living room, dressed up entirely. He’s wearing a brown cowboy hat, a nice, tight white shirt, a few buttons open, teasing you with his chest, nice tight jeans, and no socks. “Fair enough” he shrugs casually, and you notice that he even shaved his scruffy beard, more like bringing some form into it, even though you like it when his little hair tickles you. “Oh hello.” You say, unsure about how to keep a straight face. He looks so good, and he knows it.

“My lady.” He growls, his hands at his waist as he slowly walks up to you. “May I?” Max smiles, reaching for your hand. You embrace his hand and he instantly, gently pulls you into him. “Easy there, cowboy.” You smirk, steadying yourself against his broad chest, while his hands wander to your waist, securely holding you in place. “Sorry, my lady.” He breathes against your mouth, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re just, so pretty,” Max whispers, leaning into you, placing a single, loving kiss right on your lips.

You embrace him fully, closing your eyes to just feel him, to taste his delicious taste. But he, instead, separates himself from you, just enough to keep you wanting more. Leaning your head back, you have another look at his hat, his pretty face, and further down his body, running a finger down his neck, right between his open shirt. “This is your surprise?” You lick your lips, your eyes wandering all over his beautiful body. “All of this.” A devious smirk spreads across his face when he starts to slowly grind his hips on yours.

You can feel him being very excited already, which makes you mirror his smirk. “This is something.” Leaning into him, you breathe against his cheek until you're right at his ear. “I’ve never been to a bull ride.” You stick your tongue out, barely reaching his skin, still, it’s enough to make him gasp quietly. He runs his hands around your body, to your butt, feeling your cheeks firmly. “Then, how about we change that?” He returns the favor, even biting your earlobe tenderly. Without you being able to do anything, he easily picks you up and carries you through the apartment into the bedroom.

“You’re a dork.” You giggle, patting his chest while he just grins. “Oh, I am.” He growls and opens the door with his knee. “Oh, Max!” You say, shocked. The whole room is decorated with half a dozen burning candles, a bottle of booze on the nightstand and soft, rock music is playing in the background. “Oh, that?” He shrugs, puts you down, and wraps an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him.

“It’s beautiful.” You say, turning your face to meet his, catching him looking at you with a soft, loving smile on his lips. “Just like you.” Max kisses you again, this time, it’s way more passionate with his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, spreading his taste all over your tongue. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, and he, again, easily picks you up, with his hands around your thighs. The two of you keep kissing each other, when he puts you down on the bed, separating himself from you.

“Watch this.” He smirks, takes a few steps back, and starts moving his hips, easily catching the rhythm of the song playing in the background. Smiling, you cheer for him, when you catch sight of the bottle again. Snatching it from the nightstand, you open it in one swift movement, while Max keeps on rocking his hips, squatting down even, losing himself in the music. You take a long sip from the booze, enjoying its taste mixed with Max’s. “Take it off.” You start chanting, making him blush again. But he winks and starts unbuttoning his shirt, one at a time.

“That’s it.” You cheer again, before you stop, your eyes now glued to his beautiful frame, his chest, his tits, and the little treasure trail leading down his jeans. He catches you staring, and smirks. “Too much?” He grunts, and you smirk even wider. “Come here.” You mouth and motion for him to come closer. He does, and even flexes his arms for you, once he’s right in front of you. “Too much?” You scuff, running a hand along his arms, feeling his biceps tense even harder.

“Not at all.” You start stroking him now, his arms, his neck, down his chest, feeling every fiber of his body react to your slightest touch. To tease him even more, you take another sip from the bottle and start kissing him everywhere. Max giggles, enjoying every second of it though. He places his hands at your neck, running his fingers through your hair, to your cheek and your chin, lifting your head easily with two fingers. “My turn.” He smiles, takes the bottle, and drinks, nearly emptying at once.

Max then helps you take off your shirt, and easily handles your bra right afterward. dropping both of them to the floor right next to the bed. Now, it’s him who’s checking you out, and you feel even better about it. You get up, take one of his hands and lead him to your breasts, letting his finger caress your chest, your boobs, and your nipple. “Amazing.” He says breathlessly, and his eyes find your gaze once more. “Can I get a kiss?” You smile shyly, and he grins, instantly bending down, placing loving kisses all over your tits.

Now it is you who’s running your hands through his hand, removing the cowboy hat with one swipe. “I’m so hard.” He grunts suddenly, and rouches himself through his tight jeans, a grimace spreading over his face. “Let me help you.” You say lovingly, even though you enjoy the sight of him struggling to keep it together. Running a hand between his legs, you stroke him a few times, making Max moan quietly. “God.” He growls again, leaning his head back, letting out a huge sigh.

“That’s right.” You smirk, and open his jeans, letting them drop to his ankles. Instantly, your hands meet his on his dick, the two of you stroking him together through his underwear. He slowly regains his composure and returns the favor. Now, he runs a hand between your legs, stroking your thighs, just with his fingertips. “Mhmm.” You moan underneath your breath, and now, one hand on his dick, you use your other hand to run a finger along his jawline, through the scruffy beard of his.

“hand me the bottle.” You say, and both of you look down at it in Max’s hands. “Nearly empty.” He shrugs, but you have an idea. “Make it count.” You lick your lips, raise the bottle and carefully, tilt it, so it runs down Max’s bare chest. “Y/N!” He giggles, and flinches. “It’s cold.” You don’t reply, instead, you begin to lick it off his skin, again and again, causing him to moan loudly. “That feeling. Fuck.” He growls and grinds his hips against yours again. “So good.” You say, once the bottle is empty, and catch Max staring again. This time, you know what he desires most. You.

Without wasting any more time, he kisses you again, and the two of you get on to the bed. Like in a hurry, both of you manage to get your pants off, including your underwear. “I need you.” He grunts angrily, one hand between your thighs, the other on your tits. “Take me, then.” You hiss, the two of you lying right next to each other. However, before he can make a move, you take the initiative. In one swift motion, you roll on top of him, pinning him down against the bed. “I’m down?” He frowns, not his favorite position at all.

Nodding slowly, you bend down, placing kisses all over his chest again, still tasting the booze. He starts thrusting into the air, unable to contain himself any longer. “Fuck.” He moans once you reach his face, your lips hovering over his. “You'll enjoy this, Max.” You hiss again, kissing him one last time before you make your way back to his crotch. With his huge meat tenting inside his briefs, you cannot help yourself but bite your lower lip. “Oh boy.” You say, grabbing him firmly, making him whimper. “Y/N.” He grunts, trying to keep his head up but fails due to exhaustion.

“What.” You smirk, tracing the outlines of his obvious swelling with your nails, sending shivers down his spine. Carefully, teasingly, you pull down his underwear, having a nice, long view at his fully erect cock. You make your way back to his face, biting his lips. “Time for a ride.” Max breathes heavily, and together, he slides inside of you, filling you completely. Both of you moaning in unison, you steady yourself against his chest, feeling all of his muscles tense harder than ever before. His nipples rock hard, and his strong, veiny arms pressed against the bed.

Now, you start riding him, starting off pretty slow and tame, much to Max’s dismay. “Fuck me.” He groans, and you increase the pace steadily. “Your huge.” You moan excitedly, loving the feeling of him inside you, hitting the sweet spot every single time. Max tries to reply, but a groan is all that comes out of his mouth. Going faster and faster, you easily take up each other’s rhythm, making it even harder not to cum right now. Thrusting harder and harder, you look down, looking at Max, whos very close to climaxing. He claws his fingers into the bedsheets.

“Fuck, I’m cumm...” He moans loudly, and you bend down, kissing him lovingly. “Not yet.” You demand and watch him grimacing once more. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your limits as well, and after a few more harsh thrusts, the two of you scream out in ecstasy, Max cumming inside you, which sends you right over the edge as well. For a moment, you freeze in this position. Both of you breathing quickly. Gently, he pulls his throbbing dick out, and you drop next to him, instantly getting wrapped into a hug by Max.

“That was fucking good.” He moans, touches himself gently, and places a single kiss on your forehead. “We need to do that again.”

258 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 3. Januar 2022

338 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 15. August 2022

suit fitting - Charles Leclerc

Y/N x Charles Leclerc Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching, not too explicit enjoying how good Charles looks in his Ferrari suit x word count: 1080+

The day has come, when you and your long-time boyfriend Charles made your way towards the Ferrari Testing Center, for the winter testing. This means that you finally be able to enjoy Charles wearing his red racing suit again, which you missed dearly. So once he asked you to join him on that special day, you didn’t even think for one second about it, before you basically jumped into his arms.

Now, you’re sitting in Charles' little private area, waiting for him to show off his nice, tight suit. He asked you to wait for him here since it would be even more exciting with a special entrance. So, you check your clock, nearly half an hour went by, without any sign of him returning to you. Sighing, you pull out your phone from your jeans, and browse your Instagram feed, replying to some messages, when you hear someone approaching the room through the long hallway.

Luckily, some walls are made of glass, so there isn’t really any hiding behind concrete, but this also means, that you spot him instantly. “Fuck.” You mutter under your breath once you catch sight of him, and there he is. Charles steps inside the room, runs a hand through his beautifully messed up hair, and shows off his gorgeous smile. “Hi there.” He says softly, and stops in his tracks, for you to take a good look at him. “Hey.” You breathe deeply, get up from the sofa and slowly make your way towards him.

Of course, you cannot help yourself and let your eyes wander all over his well-formed body. Starting at his boots, and up to his body. His legs, and especially his big thighs look so good inside the suit, the fabric flattering all of him perfectly. But then, you spot a huge bulge already formed at his crotch, telling you how excited he already is. “Damn.” You think to yourself and bite your lips. Keeping your eyes at the visible tent in his trousers, you break free from the sight and continue to check him out.

Nodding appreciatingly, you enjoy the sight of his broad chest, his arms, biceps, and shoulders bulging against the soft fabric of the suit until you reach his beautiful face. Charles smirks playfully, knowing very well how hot he looks, and what the sight of him, wearing this outfit does to you. “So, what do you think?” He growls, lifting his arms into a quick shrug. “Oh, I think you know that already.” You hiss, squinting at him, causing him to giggle underneath his breath. “I do.” He grins, placing both of his hands at his own chest, stroking himself firmly. For a while, you watch his hands moving across his chest, down to his tummy, and even further down to his crotch, feeling his bulge gently.

“Charles.” You say softly, taking another step closer towards him, placing your hands now at his chest. “Yes?” He says, raising his eyebrows and simultaneously, he places both of his hands at your waist, pulling you even closer towards him. “Do you have something for me, somewhere?” You say softly, running a finger to the zipper of his chest piece. “Huh?” He tilts his head slightly, playing the innocent one. Charles of course knows what’s happening down there. He knows how good he looks, and he enjoys this, but, knowing how much you like this, turns him on even more.

“Charles.” You pout, leaning into him, making sure your lips just brush over his, and immediately, the faint scent of his cologne enters your nostrils, causing you to close your eyes for just mere seconds. You open your eyes again, and your gaze meets his, with him smirking deviously. “Don’t make it harder than it has to be.” Hissing, unzip his suit slowly, teasingly, without breaking eye contact with him. At the same time, he starts grinding on you, his crotch against yours, but just enough to keep the teasing going.

Feeling his bulging dick against your thighs, you bite your lower lip, holding back a soft moan. “You like it hard.” He grunts and his face stiffens, with his expression hardening as well. “Don’t you.” Charles raises his eyebrows again, and without giving you any chance to react, he presses his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately. You embrace him in an instant, and let him take the lead. He is aching for control, and you know there is no point in even trying to take over. It’s his suite, his comfort zone, and you are so happy to be here today, that you allow it.

Charles separates himself from you to take a deep breath, and you seize the moment, unzipping his racing suit. Quickly, your hand slips inside it, stroking his chest, his hard nipples, and his tenses muscles through his fireproofs. “So good.” He leans his head back, groaning deeply. Pleased with yourself, you lean into him again, placing kisses all over his neck, letting his scruffy beard tickle you again and again. While you please him with a dozen passionate kisses, you feel his hands stroking your waist, your ass, and down to your thighs, but he holds back, before running one of his hands between your legs.

Slowly but steadily, Charles regains his composure and lowers his head, once again, his burning gaze meeting yours in an instant. “I love you.” He growls, and his body shivers when you run your hand down to his crotch, feeling his erect dick through his pants. “I love you too, Charles.” You say, kissing him once more. He runs his hands along your back, your spine, to your neck, securely holding you in place. “We need to stop now, I’m afraid.” Charles groans softly and separates himself from you again. “Yeah, for now.” You say, grabbing his dick one last time, making him flinch and giggle.

“Tonight?” He says, running a hand through your hair and to your cheek, stroking you with his thumb. The feeling of his soft skin on yours sends shivers down your spine. “Can’t wait.” You breathe deeply, and slip out of his pants, stroking his tummy a few more times while he stares into your eyes. “I’m happy you’re here.” Charles smiles, and you nearly get lost in his bright, shining eyes. “I’m so happy to have you.” You say and close his racing suit carefully. “Me too.” He says, placing a kiss on your forehead.

Then, together, you make your way to testing.

346 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 6. Februar 2022

Pluisje - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Fluff spending a cuddly day with Max, getting him a new nickname x word count: 670

Even though the sun is shining outside of your apartment window in Monaco, you and your boyfriend Max decided to spend the day at home, being lazy. You’re lying on the sofa, with Max’s head casually resting on your lap. His eyes are closed, his hair messy and he’s wearing an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of Calvin Klein boxers. He didn't bother to get dressed at all, since you were not planning to leave your flat anyways.

You did the same, but, you decided to plunder his side of the cupboard, putting on one of his orange Redbull hoodies, a pair of his grey joggers, and socks. Smiling shyly, you run a hand through his soft, fluffy hair, again and again, while he purrs softly. Max lifts his arm, gently stroking yours with his fingertips, just enough to send shivers down your spine. Casually, he begins to stroke his chest, once, then twice, still purring contently.

“Feeling good?” You giggle, slightly tilting your head, watching him curiously. He opens his eyes sleepily, barely able to look at you with the bright sunlight blinding him through the window behind you. “Yeah.” He yawns widely, stretching his right leg. His yawn turns into a long, guttural groan before his whole body softens again and he rubs the back of his head against your lap. “That’s right.” You run your fingers through his hair one last time, before you caress his cheek softly, down to his jawline and through his very, scruffy beard.

A content smile spreads across his lips, and with that, he closes his eyes again, letting out a breathless sigh. “I like your beard like this.” You smile, tracing his jawline with your finger, feeling his little, tingling hair with your fingertips. “You do?” He growls, opening his eyes, this time, they shine even brighter than usual. Nodding, you enjoy the feeling on your skin, when a coy smirk forms in the corner of his mouth. “You’re my pluisje.” You say, trying your best not to giggle again. “Pluisje?” He smiles, his eyes now stuck at yours. “I like that.” Max grins, and you playfully poke his nose.

“Stop:” He protests, trying to avoid your finger, but you’re way too persistent. You poke him a couple of times, but to not tease him any longer, you bend down and kiss him right on his lips. Instantly, he embraces your lips on his, and he kisses you back, once, twice, before you place one last kiss onto his nose and separate yourself from him again. Growling, he turns his head towards your tummy, and you chuckle. “A bit sleepy, aren’t we?” You smirk, and he just nods slowly. “You’re way too comfy.” He says, with his rough voice a little softer than normal.

“I know.” You whisper, running a hand through his hair again, watching him for a little while, before you feel like joining him. “Make some space.” Poking him again, this time, his shoulder, he instantly moves slightly, so you can lie down right in front of him. Now, face to face, you watch him open his eyes exhaustedly. “Hey.” He growls, smiling weakly. “Hey.” You return the favor, and lift your arm, inviting him to come even closer. “Thank you.” He licks his lips before resting his head against your chest. “Always.” You smile softly, wrapping an arm around his body, gently stroking his back through his shirt.

Carefully, silently even, one of his hands slip underneath your hoody, and his cold hand starts to stroke you, just around your navel. “Max, your hand is cold.” You giggle with shivers running through your whole body. “That’s fun.” He smirks, lifting his head so his gaze meets yours. “My pluisje.” You say and kiss him again, his hair tickling you slightly. “My princess.” He growls once you separate from him, and he kisses you again, and again, with you enjoying every one of them.

You spend some more time cuddling before it’s to get something to eat.

351 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. Februar 2022

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whispers - Carlos Sainz Jr

Y/N x Carlos Sainz Jr Theme: a little bit of everything, not too explicit Carlos comforts you when you’re being anxious about making your relationship public x word count: 1430+

It’s nearly midnight on this grey winter night when you find yourself lying in the bed of your boyfriends’ apartment. You’ve met Carlos about two months ago, and after just three dates, you were certain that he is the one you want to spend your time with. Everything about your relationship feels right. He treats you like his queen, makes sure to fulfill all of your wishes, and knows how to use his charm to make you smile, even when you don’t feel like it.

You’re lying in bed, covered with a thick, fluffy blanket, and watch Carlos getting ready to join you. He takes his shirt off, casually dropping it to the floor right next to the bed, runs his fingers along his jawline, through his scruffy beard, and up through his already messed up hair. Smiling, but tired, you struggle to keep your eyes open when he turns around, looking at you with a soft, gentle smile. Carlos starts to look down at his own chest, and runs a hand through his chest hair, tenderly stroking himself a couple of times.

He’d do that from time to time, especially when he is nervous. It helps him to calm down, and you appreciate getting a glance at his well-formed body, his beautiful abs, his hairy chest, and of course, his massive arms. “Carlos.” You smile, rubbing your eyes. “Oh.” He giggles, as you lift the blanket, inviting him to join you underneath the fluffy cloud. “I’m coming.” Carlos gets on top of the bed and crawls closer towards you, but before he joins you, he leans into you, kissing you lovingly.

Once, twice, his soft lips meet yours, and his beard starts tickling you slightly. “I’m ticklish.” You protest, moving your head to avoid his little, scruffy hair but he keeps on kissing you a couple of more times. “I know. I love that.” He growls deeply and separates from you just enough so you can stare into each other’s eyes. Then, you notice his distinctive, familiar scent, a mixture of spicy and sweet, and it’s surrounding him fully. One reason you feel so comfortable when you’re near him.

“I love those too.” You smile shyly, and place a hand at his cheek, gently stroking him with your thumb. Carlos smiles as well, his face softening quickly while his toned body stays tensed, his muscles bulging underneath his skin. Carefully, he slides inside your cocoon and wraps the blanket around the two of you. Instantly, you embrace his body against yours, hugging him tightly. He does the same, sheltering you with his big arms. You enjoy the heat of his body, the smell of his scent as he places a few, very delicate kisses on your forehead.

For a second, you feel at ease, but then you remember that you’re about to join him at a charity event next Sunday, which makes you a little anxious. Carlos notices your composure shifting just slightly, and he separates himself a little bit, to be able to look at your face. “Are you okay?” He whispers, his eyes shining dimly. “Yeah.” You mouth breathlessly, but keeping eye contact is way too hard, so you look down at his chest instead. For a while, you feel the heat rising inside every fiber of your body, and you know that your face is completely red.

“You wanna talk about it? It’s okay, I promise.” He growls again, running a finger along your arm, trying his best to help you relax. “It’s just, I’m a little anxious.” You say shyly, and look up at him again, and his face softens even more. “About what?” He says comfortingly, as you place a hand at his firm chest, and start drawing circles across his skin, his chest, and down to his abs. “About next week.” You say, forcing a weak smile, which he notices immediately. “Oh,” Carlos says, and thinks for a few seconds before he shrugs.

“If you don’t feel like it, we don’t have to go.” He smiles, still stroking your arm tenderly. “No, it’s not like that, it’s just-.” You breathe deeply, a wave of shiver running down your spine. “It’s our first official event. As a couple.” Biting your lower lip, you shrug quickly. “It’s stupid, I- I know.” Expecting him to laugh at you, you tilt your head slightly and your eyes wander down his body, watching your fingers running across his skin.

But then, he places a hand on yours, embracing your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “Y/N. That’s not stupid, at all.” Carlos frowns, and a little shocked, you look into his eyes again, to see him smiling comfortingly. “It will be great. You’ll do great, and we will have so much fun.” He giggles, making you smile as well. “But what if they don’t like me?” You say, blushing heavily again. “Why?” He says, confused. “You’re amazing, beautiful, talented, kind,” Carlos says, his eyes wandering down your body, appreciating all of you. “So, so gorgeous.” He growls once again, his deep voice a little rougher and huskier than usual.

“Carlito.” You say, hitting him playfully, causing him to giggle under his breath. “But seriously, there is no need to be nervous about anything.” He says, a little more serious than before, and he kisses your forehead again. “I just. I don’t know. I hope your fans will like me as well.” As soon as you say that, you see a shimmer igniting in his beautiful eyes, and a huge playful smirk spread over his face. “Oh, don’t worry. They will love you.” He says confidently, the smirk growing wider and wider.

“You think?” You say, raising an eyebrow curiously. “What about, we do a little sneak peek?” He says, looking at you with a well-known expression. Carlos would always look at you like that when he has an idea, that is a little weird at first, but always ends up making your day. “What do you have in mind?” You say, looking at him suspiciously. Carlos chuckles, moving underneath the blanket, freeing himself from the cocoon to snatch his phone from the nightstand. “We take a little picture for Instagram, and we will see what people think.” He groans, stretching his arm to grab the phone before he turns back to you.

Thinking deeply, you look at the phone, his face and his chest again and again. “Okay.” You say, smiling shyly. Happy with himself, he gets back into the cocoon and pulls you into a tight hug. “Let’s try this.” He grunts as you steady yourself against his strong chest. A little nervous, you bury your face against his shoulder, just in time for him to take the picture. Carlos giggles, and kisses you again. He wraps one hand around your arm, pulling you even closer towards him. “Here.” He says and shows you the photo he just took.

It’s a very cute couple picture, with him smiling excitedly, even though you can see the exhaustion in his tired eyes. You, on the other hand, are barely seeable through your hair, and his arm around your back. But, a shy little smile is visible, with your nose against his chest. “That’s cute.” He says, rubbing his nose against your forehead. “It is.” You say, stroking his chest again. “Shall we post it?” He says, tilting his head for you to look into his eyes again. “Yeah.” You breathe deeply and watch him post it to his Instagram. “Done.” he smiles, and instantly the post is flooded with all of his fans being happy, excited, and everyone is asking for your name, calling you beautiful, gorgeous, and pretty.

Blushing again, you cannot fathom the reaction, but it makes you extremely happy. “See, babé. They love you already.” Carlos giggles, and puts his phone away. “I guess.” You say, still lost in your thoughts. “But I love you more.” He says suddenly and starts placing kisses all over your face. “Carlito, I’m ticklish.” You try to defend yourself, but he’s way too quick and strong. To get the upper hand, you pinch his hard nipple, causing him to flinch and whimper. “Y/N: That’s not fair.” He says as you get the advantage and roll on top of him, pinning him to the bed.

Both of you are still catching your breath when you stare into each other’s eyes one last time. “Thank you, Carlos.” You say lovingly, running a hand along his cheek, and through his hair. “Always.” He says, and you kiss him before you cuddle for a while until you both fall asleep.

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