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#and don’t be fooled by her getting ‘a free stay’
cherry-leclerc · 5 months
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thinking of her ☆ cl16
genre: angst, marriage trope
word count: 1.8k
You and Charles take a visit to marriage counseling.
inspired by this !
req!... had some free time to write so thought i would work on a request i just got! short one, but i hope you enjoy :)
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“Tell me why you’re both here.”
The room is silent and slightly cold. A large canvas hangs right in front of you as you take time to pretend you care about the family painted on it. Part of you actually does.
“Well, she thought it would be a good idea to drag us into this.”
Your eyes flicker to Charles and you would only hope that he could tell that you weren’t impressed by his answer. It was true, it was your idea to go to couple’s counseling, but only because you cared. You cared a lot. Sometimes you thought for sure he didn’t anymore.
“Honey, tell me what made you decide this.”
You wanted to burst with anger. To prove to her that this wasn’t completely your fault. He wasn’t perfect, he tested your patience and despite it all, you still loved him enough to try and salvage your marriage. 
Your therapist stares back, pen ready to scribble possible solutions as if her words would really matter. Maybe, deep down, you didn’t like being here either, but you wanted to prove to Charles how he’s been a shit husband. 
You wanted someone to back you up.
Taking a deep breath, you play with your wedding band. The one that you would normally admire, but now it just felt like pure suffocation. “He’s given me plenty of reasons to not trust him the way I once did and now I sit here like a fool thinking he might change.”
The way her pen glides is something you hate. 
Looking back up at you both she takes a moment to analyze the couple. Charles sits with a blank expression, as if he really did have somewhere better to be. In his mind, he did. Then, there was you. Regardless of your words pouring with pure vexation, your body language displayed something else. 
Your eyes were sad and tired. She easily noticed the way your hand would want to reach out to Charles, but would quickly grip tighter to your lap.
“Please, if you don’t mind, would you care to explain.”
You press your lips together. “I first noticed a difference 2 years into our marriage.”
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“Chicken or fish?” 
It was Charles’ day off from work in a long time and you were currently on a call with Pascale trying to figure out what to surprise him with. He always raved about how much he loved what you cooked for him. 
“Fish. You guys were just here yesterday and I made grilled chicken, remember?”
You hum as you get into your car and start driving to the market. The conversation is cut short when you finally reach your destination. Walking through the aisle you decide it would be a fine idea to grab some wine you both love. 
“Charles?” The brunette looks up, red wine in his hand, as you smile a bit confused. “What are you doing here? I thought you were playing padel with Lorenzo.” 
“I was! Finished the game early and thought I would grab us some wine for later.” He gets closer as he kisses you and takes the kart from you. “Shopping for dinner?” You nod.
“Thought it’d be nice…” You look at the bottle and yes it’s red, but it's not the kind you both like. “Honey, you got the wrong one.” A panicked look flashes his face before he lets out a nervous laugh. Of course! I’ll change it right now.
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“It only took a couple more slip ups for me to find out.”
The therapist nods as her attention turns to Charles, where he plays with his bracelets. “And what made you stay?” You want to laugh. Are we just going to spend time on me? She shakes her head. “We’ll get to him, I just want to hear from you first.”
“After I confronted him he swore he’d stop seeing her. I guess it was my fault for even believing him.”
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“Amour!”
He runs into the living room, kitchen, basement, everywhere. Breathing hard he looks around the house as if the furniture will give up and tell him where you are. A loud thud echoes from upstairs. Two steps at a time, he darts up quickly into your bedroom. His heart stops when he sees you packing a suitcase. What are you doing?
You don’t answer. Don’t even spare a passing glance. Instead you slip the gold band off your finger as you throw it behind you. It only falls a few steps in front of him. He picks it up as he makes his way to you. “I’m so sorry.”
Your back faces him, but you don’t dare make a single sound. You curl your hand against the dress you were folding, bite hard on your lip to not let out a single sob. But your chest hurts, your tears feel like acid against your skin and you’re almost thankful for pain like that, that way what Charles did wouldn’t be the only thing that hurt.
He makes his way to kneel down in front of you as you stare down at the carpet. You had begged him only a few days ago to put down the deposit on it and for a while he said it wouldn’t be financially responsible, but later agreed. You hated the carpet now.
“Why? Just why?”
He’s far too embarrassed to even come up with an answer. “...I don’t know.”
When you finally look up at him he sees what he’s caused. Your eyes are bloodshot as your nose is rosy. Cheeks are so bright pink, it almost looked as if someone pinched them. 
You let out a wet laugh as you drop your hands against your lap. “You know, when I woke up this morning and you were gone I thought to myself, ‘Wow. What did I do to deserve a husband who wakes up early enough to get me breakfast on my birthday?’ And I waited. And waited. But whatever! That’s fine! He probably got busy. Then Pascale called to confirm if we were still going out for dinner, to which I said, ‘Yes! Of course!...Yes, the gold bracelet! It was beautiful, thank you for helping him pick it out.’ I thought it was sweet, I did, but you never came. And again, the presents are not what mattered, but it was you. I texted you. I called you. I told myself you were probably too busy planning something sweet the way you always did. They all asked where you were and I had to lie and tell them you were going to be late. Do you know how stupid I felt when I saw you and her enter the restaurant holding hands? And then what did I do? I purposefully had you see me run out so you could chase after me, so that your family would never find out about your…fling.”
Charles keeps bowing his head lower and lower almost as if to hide from his mistakes.
“...So where’s my bracelet, huh? Because you got it for me for my birthday, right?” Extending your hand out hurts because you know deep down it was never for you. 
“I don’t have it…” You click your tongue as you retract your arm. Of course you don’t, you seethe. With all your strength, you stand with wobbly knees as you start to walk away. 
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”
And he should feel relieved, but instead he feels like a complete asshole. How could he ruin things with his wife who swore to love him with all her being? He knew you well enough to know that you always will and he couldn’t let that go. He would fix this.
He runs to the door to close it. Move, you spit out. He shakes his head as he hugs you. 
“S-stop,” you say in a shaky voice as warm tears begin to flow once more. “It’s okay, just let me go…”
You go stiff when you realize he’s crying into your neck. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…He just keeps repeating it and you can’t stop yourself from hugging him back. He loved you and you loved him. That’s all that mattered.
“Just don’t do it again, okay?”
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“So he cheated: you forgave him. He put her first and your marriage second.”
You flinch at her words because they only remind you how true they are. For a while, you thought you could both get over it, but you never really did. Not when you were already both standing on opposite sides of the road.
“Mom always did say I always saw the best in people.”
“And you…” Charles gulps. “What made you fall into an affair?”
Months ago, when you first found out, he didn’t have any answer to that question. But he did now.
“I wasn’t smart enough to appreciate my wife.” He looks at you as you avoid eye contact because you know the moment you looked into his eyes, you would fall all over again.
But you still did.
His eyes are sorry, you could tell, and the way his hand makes his way to you is enough for you to grow warm despite the cold room. 
“I’ve made plenty of mistakes - I know that - but none of them could compare to what I did to us. For putting you through so much doubt…For making you think I didn’t love you, but I always did.”
You're crying now as you nod because this is all you ever needed to hear.
“If this was the bump in the road that we had to overcome to grow closer then I accept it because I love you too, Charles. It’s about time you realized that.”
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Charles feels lighter, happier. Now that he gets to hold your hand after many fights, he’s reminded about all the things he loves about you. But nothing could have prepared him for you to let go of his hand.
“I want a divorce.”
He’s stunned. W-what? We just decided that we were fine, that we were moving on…
You shake your head as you laugh. “My apologies, God, did I make you believe a lie? Feels awful, doesn’t it?”
He furrows his brows as he tries to reach out for you but you keep stepping further back. “Back there you almost had me…You said, ‘...none of them would compare to what I did to us.’ Us. Did you suffer? Did you spend countless, empty nights, crying yourself to sleep wondering what you did wrong? No, because it was all me. It wasn’t what you did to us, it's what you did to me.” You spin your ring one last time before slipping it off and placing it in his hand. He wants to say something to make you change your mind, to oversee his past mistakes one more time, because he swore to himself it would be the last time. But he could tell you’ve made up your mind. You twist your heel, ready to walk away before taking one last look into his green eyes you once loved.
“And the baby is getting my last name.”
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theemissuniverse · 5 months
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FLIRTING WITH LIU KANG AND ONE SIDED FLIRTING WITH SHANG TSUNG MK 1 INTROS WITH FEM READER!
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SUMMARY : what the title says. You’re an Earthrealm warrior.
A/N : not gonna lie I’m having writers block so take this lmao
MASTERLIST 1 , MASTERLIST 2
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SHANG TSUNG VS (Y/N)
Shang Tsung : Your beauty holds no bounds
(Y/N) : Your ego holds no bounds
(Y/N) : Do Outworlders speak English? I am not interested
Shang Tsung : And yet you’re here…why?
Shang Tsung : Liu Kang cannot give you a what I can give you
(Y/N) : You do know you’re competing against a literal fire God right?
Shang Tsung : Leave that pathetic God and join me
(Y/N) : You literally got deceived by your titan double. I’m good
Shang Tsung : You are far too beautiful to be with a man like Liu Kang
(Y/N) : And my mouth is producing far too much vomit
Shang Tsung : If you don’t become my queen - you will become my enemy
(Y/N) : I already AM your enemy
(Y/N) : If I didn’t want you in the last timeline- what makes you believe I’ll want you in this one?
Shang Tsung : I can be very persuasive
(Y/N) : Of all the people that could be obsessed with me - it had to be a miserable sorcerer
Shang Tsung : You will fall for my advances eventually
(Y/N) : Stay the hell away from Liu Kang
Shang Tsung : I will. Once you join me
Shang Tsung : You were so close for falling for me in the original timeline
(Y/N) : Don’t remind me of how idiotic I used to be
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LIU KANG VS (Y/N)
(Y/N) : I don’t think I can take much more of that sorcerers flirting
Liu Kang : I will put an end to it, my love
(Y/N) : So I fall for you in every timeline?
Liu Kang : It just means we are destined to be together
Liu Kang : You are the only woman made for me
(Y/N) : You always know how to make my heart race
(Y/N) : Come on. It’d be new and exciting
Liu Kang : While Temperature play sounds intriguing, I do not want to hurt you
(Y/N) : Shang Tsung seems to think he can have me
Liu Kang : *chuckles* I am the least bit worried of that sorcerer
Liu Kang : You are my one and only, (Y/N)
(Y/N) : As to you, Liu Kang
Liu Kang : Are you ready for your training?
(Y/N) : If it ends up with you on top of me then yeah
Liu Kang : I wish to treat you as my Goddess
(Y/N) : You sure know how to turn a woman on
Liu Kang : Shang Tsung’s flirting has grown drastically eye clawing
(Y/N) : You say that as if he’s been flirting with you. I’m the real victim
(Y/N) : Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?
Liu Kang : Your puns are both cute and insufferable
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LIU KANG VS SHANG TSUNG
Shang Tsung : (Y/N) will fall for me eventually
Liu Kang : You are fooling yourself if you believe she would ever want you
Liu Kang : Stay away from, (Y/N)
Shang Tsung : You and I both know that deep down she craves for my darkness
Shang Tsung : I almost had her in the original timeline
Liu Kang : Only because of certain events that had taken its place
Shang Tsung : You call me the villain but you specifically crafted this timeline to make (Y/N) fall in love with you
Liu Kang : I am not capable of that kind of power nor evil. (Y/N) fell in love with me by her own free will as she has done through out other timelines
Shang Tsung : If you want her so bad, why have (Y/N) meet me?
Liu Kang : It was bound to have happen and as I have done every timeline, I gave (Y/N) the choice whether she wanted to be consumed by your greed and darkness
Liu Kang : (Y/N) does not want to be with you, sorcerer
Shang Tsung : If she doesn’t then why does she always end up back to me?
Shang Tsung : (Y/N) will fall for my power eventually
Liu Kang : That very statement proves you do not know her as (Y/N) is not attracted to power and greed
Shang Tsung : If I win, you’ll let me have (Y/N)
Liu Kang : (Y/N) is not a prize to be won
Shang Tsung : Together, me and (Y/N) can rule all realms
Liu Kang : Im sure (Y/N) would be interested in the man that got deceived by his own double
Shang Tsung : I could treat (Y/N) better than you
Liu Kang : Better? You tried to kill her in the original timeline
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dumbseee · 10 months
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insecurity.
f1 au/fic: in which, lando and y/n have been dating for a few months, but fans are still talking about y/n’s past relationship. making lando feel insecure and questioning y/n’s feelings for him.
lando norris x singer!reader
(fc: jess alexander)
note: english isn’t my first language so excuse me for the mistakes this might have xx ALSO it’s the first time that i’m actually writing something so i hope it’s not too bad lmao. thank you for reading my aus btw <3
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y/n: happy birthday to my sun, you’re such a beautiful soul, i’m so proud to call you mine. i love you to the moon and back and promise to always love you.
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landonorris: i love you more baby
danielricciardo: we’re at practice and he’s crying btw
fan1: they’re so absjdkdoldel
fan2: mama y papa
fan3: he always smile so brightly when he’s looking at her :(
fan4: i’m sorry but i can’t help but think about y/n’s ex… on the same day last year she was posting pictures of him
fan5: @.fan4 don’t do that… it’s about lando, not her ex
fan6: am i tripping or she also used to call her ex, her « sun »??
fan7: @.fan6 WHAT
fan8: @.fan6 no she didn’t?
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lando sighed and threw his phone on his bed. of course he saw all the tweets about you and your stupid ex, how could he ignore them when it was all over the internet. people were speculating about if he was a rebound or a toy for you. lando was hurt, he always thought that you were way out of his league anyways so he should’ve seen it coming, right? you were an amazing and worldwide known singer, with your angelic voice and heartbreaking lyrics. you sang with your heart which made anyone who was listening to you, fall in love immediately.
that’s what happened with lando. he was always a big fan of yours, singing your songs on top of his lungs at parties, and following every single news about you, he even went to your concerts. one day, he went viral for singing your song on the radio with his engineer, he also happened to have made it to p3, which he said was because you were his lucky charm. the video was published online and went viral, you saw it and immediately found it adorable. the rest was history.
when you guys hard launched your relationship to the world, the big majority was happy for you two, happy to see you smile and happy to see that lando managed to get his crush. but a small minority saw that relationship as a rebound for you, saying horrible things about how you never loved lando and how you would dump him in a few months to go back to your one true love, your ex.
lando saw it all. and he hated it.
"lando? are you okay?" you asked, when you went to check in on him. he was supposed to bring a few blankets so you guys could watch a movie together. but he was taking way too much time so you went to see if he was okay.
"do you love me y/n?" he asked you, and the sadness in his eyes almost made you cry. lando’s eyes was what you loved the most about him, with his smile of course, but his gorgeous green eyes were full of emotions, you could drown in them and feel every little thing he was feeling just by looking at him.
"what are you talking about? of course i love you lando." you say, taking his hand in yours and softly kissing his knuckles. you saw him close his eyes and sigh deeply. you pushed him on the bed and sat next to him. "what happened?"
"it’s stupid, don’t worry about it." he finally looked up at you and faked a smile but it didn’t fool you.
"lando. tell me." you were still holding his hand and with your free hand you started to caress his cheek. he closed his eyes again and melted against your touch.
"your fans are still talking about your past relationship and how i’m nothing but a rebound to you." he said it in such a low tone you almost didn’t hear him. but sadly you heard his words and you could feel your heart shatter at how your fans words affected him. "i know that you guys stayed together for a while, and i know that you wrote good songs about him, i listened to them all, but… if you still love him you can-…"
"lando norris." you said in a serious tone, which startled him. "how am i supposed to love anyone else when you stole my heart and refuse to give it back?" his eyes lit up a little by your words. "and i literally wrote 56 songs about how much i love you so you better listen to them all once again and never doubt my feelings for you ever again, boy."
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y/n: ‘you are in love’ is officially out ;) little gift from me to you sweet lan <3
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maxfewtrell: lando listened to it and locked himself in the bathroom to cry
landonorris: @.maxfewtrell FAKE NEWS
danielricciardo: i wish someone would write 57 songs about me…
heidiberger_: @.danielricciardo excuse me? (great song btw y/n!)
liked by y/n.
fan1: ZKSKSLXPODOSOZ
fan2: y/n making haters eat their words with one song: queen behaviour
fan3: i hope haters will stop hating on lando now how can you say that y/n is using him as a rebound
fan4: CALL 911 IM ON THE VERGE OF DEATH
fan5: y/n writing a love song for lando on his birthday :(
fan6: i love them so much pls
fan7: that whole drama about her ex was so dumb, they broke up for a reason and y/n also wrote songs about how awful he was to her towards the end of their relationship, why do you guys want her to go back to that dog?
liked by y/n.
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priniya · 10 months
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🖇️ THE STORY OF US
synopsis. when minho comes back to kiss after the winter break he’s not only surprised to see kitty back, but also a girl she introduced as her new roommate, who at the same time was a girl minho used to be head over heels for.
notes. minho (xo kitty) x reader. i haven’t published anything, xo kitty became my epiphany (fr)
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all minho wanted after taking a sixteen hour flight from los angeles to seoul was just to take a nap as soon as he get to his dorm, well, meeting his roommates in the meantime, but sleep was all he wanted. definitely not to see kitty song covey, laying in one of the couches talking so rapidly about…
…whatever kitty could talk about. he focused himself on here for less than a second, and his gaze caught something so familiar, yet so unknown. then, when you parted your lips to answer a question asked by q, he connected all the possible dots. you were the girl he was put up in the same room with, when multiple schools were staying at the same hotel. minho seemed like a total douchebag, just like you’d assume a son of a famous actress would act, nevertheless, since the staff couldn’t really do anything particular to change the rooms, he was… a nice guy.
however, while bonding at the trip, you fell out of touch immediately after as you decided to not share each other’s contacts, so you could meet up in future life if your friendship and… quite more, was meant to be. it was his idea, you were eager to stay in touch as you grow on him in those four weeks.
your new roommate smiled at him, probably excited to see him. “i’m back!” she exclaimed melodically, grabbing your arm in between. “i think yuri pulled some strings, and this is my new roommate, she just transfered. we’ll be living in the boys building, we’re neighbours!” she added, too happy to notice the boy’s shock on his face.
“oh, my god.” he started, but covey quickly interrupted him with a roll of eyes and “i don’t care what you’re gonna say. im exhilarated to be back.” though minho was too focused on you to even listen to your american roommate.
“hi, minho.” you spoke so softly, you could see he almost died. without wasting any more time, q has suggested to let you guys talk alone as it was so obvious you two knew each other. he replied in low voice, clearly not believing his own eyes. “so good to see you again.” a smile rosed on your lips, when his arms were wrapped around your posture.
reuniting with him was unexpected as you never thought you’d see him again, and you believed the plan you set was a complete absurd. you tried reaching out, but he was a son of a star, how could you possibly achieve that? now, it just felt like a scene from a movie, where two lovers finds each other after a long time, although you weren’t really lovers – or were you?
that night you barely had any sleep, you sneaked out of your dorms, and he showed you around, while catching up on almost everything. it wasn’t a lie that something between you has stayed the same, the same butterflies in your stomach when your hands accidentaly touched, the same lovestruck looks, the same way you held hands, the only thing that wasn’t as it used to be was your ages and appearance.
you were standing at your doorstep, when he put his phone number into your phone. “thank you so much for tonight, minho.” you stood on your toes. “i think i missed you.” you whispered with a smug, before leaving a soft kiss on his blushed cheek. without letting him respond, you walked into the room.
minhoe: pls, don’t do me like that
minhoe: come back here and kiss me
a part of you really wanted to be true, but the other decided that you’d just make a fool out of yourself, so you just trail back to your room, slight regret appearing in the back of your head.
the next few weeks looked almost the same — the school were so hard you spent it on studying for most of your free time, which caused minho to think you were avoiding him, when in reality you were tutored by yuri and juliana. “minho’s been asking ‘bout you, quite a lot, you know?” han started.
“bugging our asses for half the lunch break.” juliana added, braiding your hair as the soft tunes of frank ocean played from her speaker. “told us you guys almost kissed…?” her eyebrow’s shot up, scanning your face in the mirror for any signs of embarrassment.
“i mean we did kiss a few years ago at the summer camp, but not now.” you shrugged, not hiding the blush that crept on your face. “don’t look so shocked! we were a camp couple, but he wanted to be sappy and said if the universe wants us together, it’ll let us meet each other again.”
“that’s romantic, isn’t it?” kitty rolled on the bed to face you and juliana. “i mean, you really gotta believe you’re soulmates if you risk something so valuable.” she sighed, smiling softly. “you two remind me of my sister and her boyfriend, lara and peter.”
you frowned, thinking about her words for a minute. was it so valuable or did he just want to have a moment of peace? did he even think about you during the few years you’ve been apart? well, you thought about him, but did he about you? it was your first time in a week that you’d see minho, and ever since the day one, he’s been somehow flirting with you, so you were quite nervous.
you never said you liked him out loud, not because you didn’t (maybe ‘cos first love is the one you’ll always remember), but because katherine would decide to use her matchamaking skills on you. you wanted it to come out naturally, just like back then. your relationship with minho was incredibly special to you, it was something no one could take away from you.
now, you were just trying to look decent. you were going out with him and dae, being asked out so suddenly you couldn’t refuse. you were quite sure that dae’s presence there was just to get you out of the room, and then disappear. you wore a white, flowery summer dress that yuri borrowed you a few days ago, your make up was light and the braids looked cute.
“should i be nervous?” you asked, fixing a few things on your face, before the clock has been the closest to the final minute. a knock on the door was heard from the beginning of hallway. “yeah, it shows you actually care.” yuri’s girlfriend smiled at you as you flattened the fabric of your dress.
minho was breathless, last time he’d seen you in a dress was back at camp, during the last day when you just wanted the boy to remember you as well as he could. “uh, hey.” he uttered, eyes you in shock. “you look, woah, gorgeous.”
just as you expected, dae, who showed up late, didn’t stay with you for longer than ten minutes, saying he needed to see kitty, with whom you were earlier, so it was just the two of you. minho offered you an airpod as you walked down the street to the park, his fingers wrapped around the handle. it was the first time you had been alone with him in weeks, as someone was always near, whether it was q and florian, dae and kitty, juliana and yuri or everyone separately.
“i wanted to find you sometimes, y’know?” you began, leaning onto his arms, when you finally sat down. “what? then why didn’t you? i really hoped you’d do it.” his head fell delicately on your, fingers intertwining themselves with yours.
“well, your mom’s a famous actress, i wouldn’t even be able to text you so… i just followed you on insta.” you shrugged softly, not wanting him to change his position. “and it was your idea to come up with something like this, losing you broke me in half, really. my parents even reached out to your mom.” his face lightened up with shock and confusion, nevertheless he let you continue.
“but her manager or whoever said that hundreds of people call just to say their daughters are your friends, so… i guess the call wasn’t forwarded?” minho groaned, annoyed. he’d give up everything to just have you by his side, when his mom and dad were splitting up.
“i am so sorry y/n.” a sigh left his lips. “i’ll regret that stupid decision till the end of my days, really.” he’d talk and talk, and talk if you didn’t do what you did.
when the soft tunes of lana del rey’s song was replaced by the starting notes of “there is a light that never goes out” by the smiths, you turned around to face him, and after putting your hands on his cheeks you kissed him. his lips moved so godly against yours, you almost melted into his touch. with that, your friendly hangout turned into a date — not that you didn’t think of it earlier, but now it was confirmed. it was a definite date.
when you came back, the living space was empty so… considering you had half an hour before curfew, you decided to snog a little more, while watching a movie. his arm around your waist, your head on his shoulder, a bowl of snacks resting on his thigh. beside that, you didn’t even think about kitty, and what her reaction might be if she came back. now it was just you, minho and your rosing relationship.
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sourcherryandsprinkles · 10 months
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Hello, I wanted to ask you for a smut of Ethan Landry, that the reader discovers that he is a ghostface when they are about to fuck but she does not care and they do it anyway.
I have not posted for Scream in a while, my apologies
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When Tara called you about the attack at the bodega, you felt a thrill of excitement.
You had seen pictures of past Ghostfaces online and some of them made you want to welcome them with open legs. Sam’s father was a total hottie when he committed the first murders in 1996. There was something about a man with a knife that made your panties dampen.
‘’Are you and Sam okay?’’
‘’Yeah. It was…brutal. And terrifying,’’ Tara said on the other side of the line, her voice still shaky. ‘’I’ve just gotten a normal life back, I don’t want to go through this again. And Sam—’’
A knock on your door stirred you from your phone call. ‘’Sorry, Tara. Eh, there’s someone at the door.’’ You glanced at the door and felt your heart race in your chest. ‘’I’m not expecting anyone though…’’
Tara’s breathing changed, getting traumatic flashes of her first attack. ‘’Don’t open! That’s how I was attacked last year.’’
The chances that she was right were slim, but not impossible. Since you were close friends with Tara, it made you part of the friend group…therefore a possible target. Ghostface could very well be standing on the other side.
You bit your tongue and held back from asking ‘who’s there?’, knowing it was a free ticket to your death. Instead, you check through the peep-hole.
‘’It’s Ethan,’’ you reassured Tara, seeing a curly haired awkward boy instead of the classic halloween mask. ‘’I’ll see you tomorrow before class, okay?’’
You hung up and unlocked your door, letting Ethan in.
‘’What are you doing here? I thought you had a late class tonight,’’ you said, drawing your eyebrows together. ‘’And why are you dressed like you’re going to a funeral?’’ You nodded your head at his unusual all black outfit.
‘’It finished twenty minutes ago.’’ Ethan slung off his backpack and put it down on the floor. It looked very full, how many books did he carry in there? ‘’My class. Not the funeral,’’ he felt the need to precise.
You chuckled, the soft sound echoing in the small apartment.
‘’I can’t stay long, I have an early class in the morning.’’
‘’Are we still having lunch together?’’
Ethan hummed and a rosy blush covered his cheeks as his eyes fell on your nightgown. He had spent the night over a few times, but very little clothes had been worn to bed. This satin number? He had never seen it before. Your breasts were free underneath and falling perfectly and your nipples were slightly poking through the thin fabric. It made his cock instantly swell.
‘’You sleep in that?’’ he asked, pointing at your nightgown.
‘’Yes, I sleep in that.’’
‘’Isn’t it a little dressed up for sleeping?’’
You rolled your eyes at his ‘men’ comment. ‘’Wearing nice pajamas is part of self-care.’’
‘’You wear that every night?’’ You nodded and Ethan fought a whine, jealously beaming at your bed attire. ‘’And the only pictures you send me are your face?’’
‘’If you want ‘goodnight’ nudes, you’re gonna have to earn them,’’ you challenged, crossing your arms over your chest and cocking an eyebrow. ‘’What’s your deal, Landry? I’m listening.’’
After a few propositions, you decided that getting railed into your mattress was a good enough deal...for one picture. Ethan’s dick was good, but you weren’t a fool. If he wants more nudes, he’ll have to offer more.
You tilted your head to the side as he kissed and nipped at your neck. No matter how many times you’ve been naked with him, it still shocked you how desperate Ethan was for you and your body. His hands slid up the backs of your thighs, right below the hem of your nightgown. A part of him wanted to tear it off your body, but the other wanted to fuck you with it on. 
You left him to his dilemma and reached for the back of his shirt, trying to yank it off, but Ethan hissed in pain when he lifted his shoulder. He tried to cover it with a cough, but you had already seen the bruise the size of a grapefruit on your boyfriend’s side.
Sitting up and pausing your activities, you looked at him in concern. ‘’How did that happen?’’ You ghosted your finger over the purple-y red skin. 
Did he get into a fight? Did he get jumped after a late class? Campus is not safe at night, which is why you always carry something to defend yourself. But Ethan's not small or weak, the muscles underneath his polos can fight back.
‘’I…’’ Ethan drew his eyebrows, trying to come up with an explanation. ‘’It's nothing. I got hurt doing something stupid at the gym with Chad.’’
Last week? His explanation not making sense. The timeline didn’t add up. 
‘’You didn't have it three days ago when we rudely got interrupted in your dorm.’’
‘’I did,’’ he insisted. ‘’You…you must not have noticed it.’’ 
‘’But it’s so dark. It looks recent.’’ 
Ethan moved so the bruise was out of your sight, then sighed. ‘’Can we go back to kissing? I don't want to talk about this.’’ 
Instead of calming your worries, his words flared them up. ‘’Did someone do this to you? Oh my god, did he attack you too?’’
 ‘’No. It's not Ghostface. I wasn't at the bodega.’’ He took your hands in his to reassure you, but there was a flaw in his statement. 
‘’What do you know about the bodega?’’ you asked cautiously, remembering Mindy's words to be cautious about the love interest. 
His backpack was in the living room. If you went and checked its content, would you find a black robe and a mask, or just books?
‘’Sam and Tara got attacked tonight after leaving the police office, right? You told me while I was in class.’’
You shook your head, slipping your hand from his. You never mentioned the bodega to Ethan.
‘’I did not. I was on the phone with Tara when you arrived here. She was telling me what happened.’’
Ethan's heart raced, realizing he had spoken too much. Panic surged through his veins, urging him to flee, to hide, to deny any involvement, but he knew deep down that it was futile. You knew. 
‘’Was...was it you at the bodega? Did you attack Sam and Tara?’’ 
Your questions were simple, but terrifying from Ethan's shoes. He had been caught, unmasked. There was no escaping the haunting truth. His world would never be the same again. You would never see him the same.
He grabbed his shirt, about to leave, but you pulled him back by his belt and looked up at him with pleading eyes. ‘’Please fuck me, Mr. Ghostface.’’
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Medieval/and or fantasy ghoap x reader AU? Ghost and Soap are Knights under the 141 legion and happen to walk into a town where everyone is accusing reader of being some demon/ practicing witchcraft (she has anxiety).
🏰🗡️🔮 okay, okay. With a few changes. A lot of changes, sorry! 18+ MDNI / rescue, comfort, etc no smut
“You cannot p-p-possibly-“ the magistrate stutters, hands out in front of his body as if he even has a sliver of a chance of fending them off.
Simon stalks forward, bloodied sword gleaming in the candle light, silver stained with ruby ichor, the remnants of the hired protection outside, all slain, all dying.
The hired protection that he paid for, with the coin he made off of you.
“Ye cannae possibly believe,” Johnny snarls, steps vibrating with rage. “That ye’ll be talkin’ yer way out o’ this one.”
“She’s possessed, she-“
“Do not bother to lie. You do not believe it. We know you’ve been using her.” Simon barks. “We’ve heard the tales. The tongues wag far and wide over the rumors about your seer.”
“She needs healing, and my healers are uniquely qualified, experienced with witchcraft.” The magistrate whines, still stepping backwards on his heels, eyes wide, sweat dripping from his temple.
“Ye stole her!” Johnny roars, shouldering past Simon. “Ye waited until we were called away and then ye broke into our home and took her.” The magistrate shakes his head.
“She needs-“
“She needs nothing from you. Except to be free.” Simon cracks his neck. “And for you to be dead.”
“No. No, you can’t. I’m a- a noble. You cannot just-“
“Aye. We can.”
“Tell us where she is, and perhaps, we’ll let you live.” Simon counters, and the magistrate relaxes, body going languid like a fool.
“She’s in the room. At the end of the hall.” He grabs at a key around his neck, and Johnny rips it away, worn leather string breaking free without much effort.
“Johnny.” It’s a hum, an order, and he grins with his answer, whistling his way down the hall.
The last thing the magistrate sees is the swing of Simon’s sword, cleaving through the air, headed straight for his neck.
“Darling?” The room is dark. It smells, reeks of blood and bile, and his stomach turns. This is where he’s been hiding you? After all the coin that heathen made from your visions, this is the best he could give you? “Darling? Are ye in here?” There’s nothing, no response, no whisper of your sweet voice. Just the sound of shaky breathing, whimpering. “It’s me. It’s Johnny.”
He can just barely see the outline of your shoulder under the window, and he crouches, reaching towards your knee, brushing his fingertips over your skin.
“N-no.” You whisper, and he frowns.
“It’s Johnny. Simon’s here too. We’re here now, darling, ye’re safe.” The doors swings, banging into the stone wall, you startle, flinching against the window.
“Johnny?” Simon murmurs, coming to stand behind him, hand on his shoulder.
“Ah dinnae- she-“
“Those who walk in the woods will see their feet stained with blood.” You croak, shivering.
“Wot?” Simon questions, but you don’t respond.
They can just barely make out the sight of your dress, more of a sack, torn and tattered, encrusted with dirt and blood and goddess knows what else.
“We need tae get her out o’ here.” Johnny’s voice stays low, cautious. Worried.
“Darling, can you hear me?” Simon tries, but you still say nothing, little noises coming from your mouth every other moment.
He rocks forward to take you into his arms, hoping the familiarity will calm you, bring you back to yourself.
But you let out a bloodcurdling scream instead, the terror in your voice so rich, so real, he nearly loses his grip on your struggling body.
You fight them. Clawing and ripping and tearing, hands wild, tugging at Johnny’s hair, Simon’s clothes, until they’ve got your arms pinned down, Johnny cooing to you softly.
“It’s alright, it’s alright. Breathe for me, darling. Jus’ breathe.” You’re still struggling, still trying wrench yourself free, and when you thrash, you face catches the moonlight.
That’s when they see it.
Johnny chokes on his gasp, and Simon cups your chin, tilting your eyes back towards the light, back towards the window to reveal the horrifying truth.
Your eyes are completely white. Pupils, irises, blood vessels, all fogged out, covered with creamy, milky white that looks more like the moon than your beautiful eyes that they’ve known, loved, so dearly.
“No.” Johnny whispers. You whimper, head swinging, eyebrows creased, chest heaving.
Their worst fears, realized. They always knew this was a possibility but… for it to happen when you were being held captive. When they couldn’t be here. When they weren’t able to help you, comfort you.
The terror you must have felt.
“She only sees with the Sight now.” Simon says. “It’s why she doesn’t recognize us. She’s lost herself to it, to the Goddess.”
You blink rapidly, like you’re hearing them, head cocking slightly toward their voices, and Simon strokes a thumb down your cheek.
“Shhh.” Johnny hums, and you settle, a bit dejected, but quieting in their arms as they hold you. “Just breathe. Good girl, nice an’ slow for us.” After you get two lungfuls, they shift, Simon’s arms curling around your body and holding you close as Johnny opens the door.
“Let’s go home, darling.”
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dark-fics-4-you · 1 year
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I have a request!! Rafe whining about reader breaking up with him so when he got to her to sleep with him, he traps her by impregnating her 🤭
Desperate Measures
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Warnings: dubcon, smut, toxic relationship, intoxication, drugs, forced pregnancy, unprotected sex
Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader
Everyone had told you that he was bad news, but it took him threatening to slash all of your tires for simply talking to a male friend for you to finally come to terms with the fact that that relationship just was not going to work.
Rafe Cameron had given you the world, in the beginning. Spoiling you with gifts and expensive dates was the norm. He was a man obsessed, taking up all of your free time. At first, you thought it was cute, after all it was nice to feel fawned over, especially by someone as handsome as Rafe.
You loved the way he would look at you, like he was holding himself back from pulling off all of your clothes, even when you were in public. The clench of his jaw and the way his eyes would darken when you looked up at him from under your lashes excited you.
The honeymoon phase only lasted so long before Rafe’s true colors began to show. He was incredibly jealous and controlling to the point that you had felt suffocated. Not to mention the drug use.
In the beginning, you really had fooled yourself into thinking that he would change for you. That lasted for about 2 days, before it was back to lies and you knowing what the glazed look in his eyes meant, even though Rafe denied it and called you crazy.
It was hard to accept that he would always love drugs more than you. You really didn’t want to believe it, but time and time again, he proved to you that you would always be his second priority.
The break up went about as well as you expected it to, which was awful.
Rafe argued back at every reason you gave, but you both knew that you were in the right.
Rafe’s lip curled, cold eyes narrowing as he hurled insults at you, words that at that point were not unfamiliar to you. ‘Bitch!’ ‘Slut!’ ‘Cunt!’ You were so used to those words coming from him that they no longer had power over you. Still, you couldn’t get out of there fast enough, eventually just standing and turning to leave, cutting him off mid sentence.
You gasped when you felt his fingers digging into your forearm, jerking you back against him.
“Y/N, don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you, alright?” Rafe snarled in anger, and you snapped your gaze from where he was gripping you to his eyes, fear emanating from your panicked expression.
“Rafe,” you began shakily, “let go. Just let me go.”
He didn’t say anything, just glaring at you and breathing heavy. Slowly, he released his hold on your arm, never breaking eye contact. His stare was blank, but you could see his upper lip twitching slightly in anger.
“You’re going to regret this, Y/N. You don’t even know how much you’re going to regret this.” His even tone gave you chills, and you quickly rushed out of the Cameron house, nervously glancing behind yourself to make sure he wasn’t following.
You drove a good distance away from his house before you pulled over to the side of the road to cry. You thought that breaking up with Rafe might have gotten him to leave you alone, but you should have known better.
Rafe was not the type to give up easily, and he was used to getting everything he wanted.
You just knew that you needed to stay away from him, because you really didn’t have any idea what he was capable of.
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Rafe was fucking pissed.
He had been furious the last five days. That was how long it had been since you had told him you couldn’t be with him anymore.
He knew that he had made mistakes, but doesn’t everyone? Rafe had only tried to make you his only priority, and that made him the asshole?
No goddamn way.
Topper nodded along as Rafe rambled in a coked out haze. You had come up in every conversation he had had since the breakup. Topper was starting to get tired of it already.
“You know what you should do, Rafe?”
“What?” Rafe, surprised to hear Topper’s response, looked at his friend with an eyebrow cocked in curiosity.
“You should remind her how good she had it when you were together,” Topper said with a sly smirk and a snicker. “That’s what I do when Sarah starts getting snippy with me.”
“I don’t even know how or when I’m going to see Y/N next, how the fuck am I going to pull that off?” Rafe rolled his eyes before he leaned over the table to snort another line.
“I mean, she’s still friends with Sarah, right?” Topper looked at Rafe with a raised eyebrow. “She might be going to her birthday party.”
“Birthday?” Rafe asked, perking up.
“Dude, how do you not know Sarah’s birthday? She’s probably throwing the party at your house.” This jogged Rafe’s memory and he recalled Sarah had set up plans to have Ward and Rose out of Tannyhill all weekend.
He gave a mindless response, but his thoughts were racing. Rafe was supposed to be going to that party with you. But instead you’d be by Sarah’s side, or maybe even, unthinkably, on the arm of some other guy. The very thought made him seethe with rage. Rafe knew there was no way he would be able to hold himself back from punching anyone who tried to get in between you and him.
But how could he make you realize that you belonged with him? Rafe couldn’t imagine that you would willingly stay with him, you had made that clear when you ran away from him after breaking his heart.
Rafe was sure you weren’t thinking straight. You didn’t give him the chance to prove to you that he could change. He wasn’t allowed to show you how much better he could be.
There had to be some way he could prove to you that he was all in.
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You swayed your hips in time with the music, somehow capturing Rafe’s attention in a sea of moving bodies. He could tell you were a few drinks in, the flush in your cheeks was obvious to him.
Rafe’s tongue darted out to wet his lips at the sight of your low cut top and short skirt. You looked so good, and Rafe couldn’t help but think about the last time he had seen you wearing that skirt, and how quickly he had gotten you out of it.
The blond leaned over the crowded countertop in front of him, bringing a rolled up dollar bill to his nose before snorting the neat line of coke in front of him.
Even though it was Sarah’s party, it was a Kooks only event, and Rafe made sure of that. He would throw out anyone who didn’t belong.
You had spent most of the night with Sarah and your other mutual friends. Rafe had been silently watching you, just to make sure no guys came up to you. He considered himself lucky for that, because he didn’t really want to cause a scene by breaking someone’s nose at his sister’s birthday party, although he definitely would have if he needed to.
Rafe couldn’t understand why you didn’t see how much he cared for you, how much he could give you.
Eyeing the way the fabric of your outfit clung to your skin, which was now glistening with a thin layer of sweat and various sparkles that had rubbed off on you from people’s clothes, Rafe couldn’t stop himself from wandering how it would feel to kiss your neck and smell your perfume. The almost sheer fabric covering your chest was perfectly accentuating your figure, and the memory of your tits bouncing as Rafe fucked you hard into the mattress flashed through his mind.
It was too much to handle, and Rafe pulled his gaze away from you, taking a large swig of the drink in his hand.
He couldn’t lose you to someone else. He wouldn’t let that happen.
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Despite what you had said to reassure Sarah that you would be fine, you couldn’t lie to yourself and say that being in the Cameron house again wasn’t weird as hell to you.
You had spent many nights just upstairs, usually in Rafe’s room. Being back in the lavish mansion had brought up a lot of memories and feeling in you.
As much as you tried to just lose yourself in the music and have fun, it wasn’t working that way. So you decided the best solution to this would be to get drunk.
Topper had kept your cup full all night, popping back in and out to check on you and Sarah, refilling your drink even when you insisted you wanted to slow down. The fruity drinks Sarah had made proved to be much more alcoholic than you thought they were.
You knew that you could only hold off your bladder for so long, eventually yelling into Sarah’s ear that you were going to go to one of the upstairs bathrooms, knowing you could get a little bit of quiet up there too.
You pushed your way through the large crowd, unknowingly catching the eye of your ex-boyfriend. As you slipped around the corner to get to the double staircase, Rafe pulled away from the countertop he was leering over to quietly follow you up the stairs.
You pulled the bathroom door shut, clicking the lock behind you before you used the restroom. You washed your hands, looking into the mirror, and noticing how glazed your eyes looked and how unsteady on your feet you felt. You hadn’t seen Rafe all night, which you were very happy about, but his absence was still weighing heavily on you.
You didn’t like not knowing where he was. It made you nervous.
You dried your hands off with a towel and opened the door to come face to face with Rafe.
Startled, you shrunk away from him instinctively, your shock at seeing him had you unable to speak.
He stared down at you, eyes revealing nothing as he drank you in. Rafe was thrilled to be so close to you again. Close enough he could see the rising and falling of your chest as you anxiously looked down the hall past him.
His voice was barely audible, whispering, “I miss you.”
Your heart stung, the feelings still deep in your heart stirring again. You knew that he had hurt you so much, you knew that nothing good ever came from being with him.
You met his eyes, and you knew in the pit of your gut that you were going to end up in his arms that night.
This didn’t stop you from letting him put his hands all over you, pulling you from the doorway into his room and pushing your back towards the bed.
You sighed into his mouth as he climbed on top of you, tugging at your shirt and lightly pulling your hair.
Rafe breathed in your scent, never wanting you to leave his arms again. He kissed you hard, tilting your head back to deepen it when you allowed his tongue to probe into your mouth.
Your legs were wrapped around his waist, slowly rolling your hips against him, the layers of clothes covering you both frustratingly getting in the way. You felt him getting harder as you pressed to him, and you felt nervously excited to be with Rafe again, the familiar spark in between your thighs reminded you of how much your body missed him.
Rafe removed his shirt, and yours was close to follow, along with your bra. He peppered kisses all over your tits, cupping them and looking into your eyes as his tongue flicked against a hardened bud. You felt like you were melting into his touch. He traced his fingers to your hips, curling one finger around the material covering you before he pulled your panties down, tossing them somewhere in his room.
Rafe pulled away to pull off his shorts and boxers, making himself bare to you. The strong blond pinned your wrists down with one hand and bringing the other to your entrance.
You hissed out a breath when you felt Rafe push one finger into you, arching your back and rolling your hips against his touch.
Rafe groaned at the sight, barely able to hold himself back from just fucking you already. But he needed to stretch you out first.
You whined as Rafe added a second finger, his thumb also now drawing circles on your clit, making your brain short circuit. You bit your lip to quiet yourself, hooded eyes meeting Rafe’s for a moment before his gaze turned back to watching himself fuck you slowly with his fingers. You were so wet, clinging to him and making a mess on his fingers.
Rafe knew how much he needed you. He didn’t think there was any other way to prove how much he needed you.
Your gasps and moans were pushing Rafe on. He knew that what was coming next was going to be so worth it, on every level. He was going to feel you clenching on every single inch of his cock, squeezing him in a way you never had before.
“Rafe, please,” you begged breathlessly. “Please just fuck me. I need it.”
Rafe was more than happy to oblige, pressing his mouth to yours as he pulled his fingers out of you to stroke his cock.
You gasped loudly against his mouth when he pushed the tip into you. Rafe pulled one of your legs to rest on his shoulder as he sunk into you slowly. Your head lolled back against the pillow when he bottomed out, and you tried to catch your breath before he began to slowly rock his hips.
His eyes never left yours, relishing the way they rolled back when he thrust into you harder, or how you looked at him with surprise when his cock brushed a spot that had you seeing stars.
You had never thought you would find yourself in this position again, but there you were, drunk off your ass and in bed with the ex you knew would never change. And the worst thing was that you loved it. You loved the way he fucked you, how he made you feel when he whispered how good you felt, the way he could make you cum around his cock even when you were pissed off at him.
Rafe couldn’t believe how tight you felt around him, fucking you raw was so addictive he was afraid he would never be able to stop. One of his hands found your throat, and when you looked up at him from under your lashes, he squeezed harder, and the moan that left your lips had Rafe almost ready to marry you on the spot.
You were so overstimulated and you couldn’t hold yourself back from being flung over the edge, closing your eyes and whining as Rafe fucked you through your orgasm. You were milking his cock, walls pulsing around him as he spilled his seed deep in you.
You were breathing heavy, and the overstimulation of him continuing to slowly snap his hips against yours made you come a second time. He could feel you clenching harder around him.
“Fuuuck, Y/N. Just keep taking my cum, pretty girl. You look so hot with it leaking out of you.”
You lazily blinked your eyes, his words not registering at first as you met his gaze with a questioning look.
“Rafe..?”
He was still between your legs, his hard cock buried deep in you.
“R-Rafe?” You suddenly remembered the unused condom in your purse, and a wave of terror and nausea washed over you.
Rafe smirked at the panicked look on your face, “shhh, don’t worry, Y/N. I’ve planned it all out.”
“What do you mea-”
He pressed a kiss to your lips, holding you down as you struggled against him. His cock twitched inside you as you fought back, and he pushed you back down by your shoulders and held you in place.
“Don’t you get it?” You hated how Rafe sounded so pleased with himself, thrilled that his plan worked. “We get to pick up right where we left off. And this time, there’s no way I’m letting you go.”
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shadowandlightt · 2 months
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Of Nightmares and Memories /five/ Azriel X reader
Series Warnings: Kidnapping. Mistreatment. Cursing. Pining. Violence. Depression. Talks of suicide. Eventual smut
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
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They came not an hour later. You hid in your rooms like the coward you accused Tamlin of being. They didn’t put up a fight as Amerantha’s men, Rhys included, hauled them off towards the mountain. It left you in a state of dismay. Because with Tamlin gone, and the Faebane slowly leaving your system, there was no reason for you to stay here in Spring. You could easily run back to the night court and hide in one of the cabins your family owned. You could easily hide in the mountains and pray that one day Amerantha would meet her match. 
Only you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. One day you tried, only to turn and vomit in the rose bushes. You then turned around and went back to your rooms and crawled under your covers. You stayed there and didn’t move for the rest of the day. 
On the third day, Feyre showed back up. Much to your surprise, claiming to love Tamlin and willing to go under the mountain to save him. You rolled your eyes, but knew that love well. Because you would have given your wings if it meant seeing Az again. 
“She’ll kill you,” You say from your spot at the kitchen doors, “The second she realizes you’re there, she’ll kill you. But she’ll draw it out, make it slow and painful.”
“Not helping,” Alis hissed at you. 
“Who are you?” Feyre whips to face you. 
You only smirk, “A friend. That’s all you need to know. Rhys might be your only hope.” 
“Rhysand is a brute.”
“Perhaps,” You shrug, “But he wants out from under Amerantha as much as the next, only he has the power to make it happen.”
“What are you saying?” She questions. 
“If he comes to you with a bargain, take it,” You tell her, “It could just save your life. Play his games, it might just save you from hers.” 
“Don’t be a fool,” Alis said, “Don’t make any bargains.”
“Fine then, die and damn us all.”
“Why are you trying to help me?” Feyre asks. 
“Because, dear human, I want to go home,” you said almost wistfully, “And I can’t as long as that bitch is in power.” 
“Where is home for you?” 
“The Night Court. But I’ve been held here for hundreds of years.” 
“How old are you?” Her voice shook as she asked. 
You only laughed and shook your head, “My age is of no concern to you. I’m not even sure I know it anymore anyway.”
Alis sighs from behind Feyre and gathers some supplies. you  watch her carefully, wondering if she’s eager to send the poor human to her death, or if she hates the idea as much as you do. But you can only hope that Rhys will help her in any way that he can. You can only hope that he wants out as much as you think he does. 
“If you ever feel alone, look towards the shadows,” You explain, “I’m not promising I’ll be there. But if I feel I can risk it-” 
“Now that would be foolish,” Alis adds. 
“Thank you, Alis,” I hiss back, “You should go, now. Mother knows what that Bitch has done to your precious Tamlin.”
The idea of him getting his happy ending made you sick again. The idea of him being able to be happy when he’s caused so much suffering….you almost couldn’t handle it. But if this meant Rhys and the other members of the Night Court could be free then you had to allow it to happen. You had to try to aid the young girl in any way that you could. 
“Stick to the shadows,” You tell her, “You won’t get far once you enter, but always listen. And keep your wits about you.”
“Thank you,” She said in earnest. 
You watched from the broken front door as Alis led her away. You weren’t sure you’d ever see the human again, but you weren’t sad to see her go. It felt like leading a lamb to the slaughter, but it had to be done. There wasn’t another choice. Not if you wanted to survive, not if you wanted everyone to be free again. 
Each day you flung your powers out further and further, urging your shadows just a little further. They whispered back to you, telling you of what was happening under the mountain. How Feyre was dying, sick with fever and how Rhys came forth with a bargain. She headed your advice and took the bargain, marking her with a tattoo and a bond with Rhys. 
Each day you tried to find a way to contact your brother, but you knew you couldn’t risk it. There was no way you could reach his mind from so far away, not with the lingering effects of years of Faebane still in your system. 
You prayed that maybe Feyre would tell him about you and he would figure it out for himself and come for you once all of this was over. You prayed and prayed. There was nothing but silence. No news came. Your shadows were skittish, growing restless waiting for Amerantha to do something. 
You lost weight from not eating. The lack of food would kill you eventually, and maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. If Valaris parished and there was nothing left of the people you called family- no one left but Rhys who thought you were dead anyway…would death be so bad? It could all be over finally, and maybe the Mother would be so kind as to bring you back to Az in the next life. 
Three months. A mere blip in your young life, but feeling like a lifetime nonetheless. It took three long months before you saw three figures coming up the road. They were moving fast, all three of them. Feyre, it seemed, was no longer human. Your shadows neglected to tell you that when they said she’d survived and Amerantha did not. 
You made your way downstairs, towards the door which you’d managed to somewhat fix. None of them looked worse for wear, but you knew whatever Feyre had been through would stay with her for a long time. And Tamlin had the ornate ability to simply sweep things under the rug and forget about them. He would do the same with her. 
She looked High Fae, smelled like it too. With traces of my brother. So small, almost undetectable, but there. Shimmering like the bond you knew they had. You wondered when he would call in his bargain, when he would take her away from this place and show her the splendor of the Night Court, the beauty of it. 
“You’re still here,” Tamlin stopped, a scowl forming, “I set you free.”
“You set me free, perhaps, but I would have died before I made it back to my own Court. Safer to stay here until I could contact my brother.”
“That won’t be happening,” Tamlin said slyly, “Feyre, darling, why don’t you go inside with Lucien. I’ll be inside in a moment.”
Your eyes narrowed as she did as she was told. Lucien spared you a glance, pity swirling in his eye. It made a pit form in your stomach. You wouldn’t be leaving the Spring Court, you realized. You would be forced to stay here until the day you died, or until Tamlin finally decided to kill you. 
Maybe you would make it your mission to push him as far as you could so he would kill you. Maybe then you could finally know peace, and not whatever it was that you knew now. 
“I thought I was going to free you,” Tamlin took a step towards you, “But then your brother made that Bargain with Feyre, and made me look like a fool under the mountain.” 
“So once again, I’m to become your bargaining chip?” I question, “What? Me for Feyre?” 
“Perhaps.”
“I could mist you,” You hiss. 
“Ah, but you can’t,” Tamlin laughs, “Because even after all this time, the Faebane is still in your system. You can’t even winnow, because if you could, you would’ve left by now.” 
He surges forward and grips your cheeks in his hand. You yelp in pain before going completely still. You won’t let him have the satisfaction of seeing you in pain, or anything. He doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of it. 
“You, little one, are going to be here for a very long time,” He squeezed your face harder, “And I’m going to enjoy finally breaking you.”
Little did he know, you were already broken. 
“Go to hell,” You spit out. 
“I was already there,” He smirked, “It didn’t take.” 
“He’ll kill you once he finds out,” You force out, “And I’ll watch and laugh.” 
“I’m counting on him trying.”
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silvervioletvalentine · 2 months
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-Heaven help a fool in love-
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Pairing : oscar Piastri x fem OC Bee
Summary : in which Oscar is a certified , terrified , glorified simp for Bee . His teammate who scares the hell out of him.
Warnings - none? Bee is a little mean , mean girl vibes but mainly fluff . Just simp Oscar and bad ass Bee. - first time writing again in months so I’m just trying to get back into it, don’t really think this is any good but gotta start somewhere right? :))))))))
Oscar felt like he was going to be sick. His stomach tossing and turning , hands shaking and feeling like he was the epitome of that Eminem song . Knees weak , moms spaghetti and everything .
I mean, it couldn’t be very healthy for him to feel this way.
He panicked , eyes darting around the room , too scared to even look at the woman that was causing him all of these sickening emotions .
Was it possible to be going paler and redder at the same time? He touched the back of his fingers to his burning cheeks and fought back a wince , maybe he was dying .
Death by intimidation of the most beautiful (scary) woman he had ever seen in his life .
The anxious pit in his stomach had only been growing since he had been informed of just who would be his new teammate would be this year . Her name ringing like a siren in his head as he wondered if this was a dream come true or a nightmare coming to reality .
A dream in the fact of this was everything a guy like him could wish for , a successful , amazingly talented driver who already was on the road to becoming one of the best , joining him as his teammate .
And a nightmare in the way that this could not end well for him. He was so sure of it . Based on the very limited , few times he had already spoken to her in the past , he was going to humiliate himself and make her think that there was something wrong with him.
Not being able to mutter more than a mouthful of strained and stammered words to her like he was a fresh teenager talking to a girl for the first time ever.
Was it hot in this room? Oscar pulled at his tightening collar anxiously , sweating profusely. Or was he perhaps having a heart attack?
He accidentally glanced across the table and caught eyes with Bee , the woman causing his feelings of imminent death and swallowed hard.
Bee was so beautiful but just so intimidating to him. With dirty blonde hair and sharp green eyes, cheek bones that could cut his skin and lips that had no right looking the way they did ..as the kids these days say, her face card never ever declined .
And then there was her tattoos , a body of art everywhere . Covering her arms , her legs , her stomach and chest . Every part of her skin that he caught a glimpse of was like a work of literal art for him to gaze at . And then there was the glittering piercings too, on her nose , her eyebrow , ears covered in diamonds and hoops .
She was a dream.
A beautiful dream but then she opened her mouth and Oscar was like a teenage boy all over again.
Because Bee was loud and rude and quite frankly mean. Judgemental and not afraid to express her opinion , she had gathered quite the reputation for herself . The complete opposite of Oscar’s quite and mellow personality , she was wild and free .
And it scared him because how was he supposed to mount up to anything in her eyes? He knew that she must of thought of him as some meek weirdo who couldn’t even look her in the eye for more than a second at a time without stammering like a little kid. But he just couldn’t help it.
He was mesmerised by all that she was . But he was also terrified of her too because he had seen how mean and how quick to anger she could be and he did not want to be on the wrong side of her , ever . No thank you.
They couldn’t have been more different and it upset him because he wanted her to like him , so badly .
But then he thought about how that one time she had asked him what he did on their break and he had quietly told her that he had just stayed at home , enjoying the peace and quite .
To which she had paused , nodded and casually told him that she had jumped out of a plane for fun. And that was the end of that conversation because what else could he have even said that a meek “cool.”
He must have seemed so lame to Bee and it made all of these nauseating feelings even worse.
I mean for gods sake , why couldn’t he have gotten a crush on someone a little less likely to kill him if he even so much as stepped out of line?
A loud clearing of a throat snapped him out of his panicking and in a daze he noticed that the room was already clearing out , eyes widening in shock at how long he had dissociated in panic for.
Then his heart dropped even further in his stomach as he turned his head to see who was wanting his attention , only to see Bee’s expectant eyes sharpening at him.
“Oh.” He breathed out in shock “hi.” He barely hid the grimace at how Pathetic he sounded then. Swallowing and shoving his trembling hands into his hoodie pocket .
Bee nodded at him a little skeptically , still eyeing him like there was something wrong with him.
“Hey. Are you okay? You looked a little spaced out there . Everything good?” She wondered , eyeing his red cheeks with a slight frown.
She wondered why he acted this way around her . From what she had seen, Oscar was always calm and friendly with the other drivers but to her he was always a little …stiff . Withdrawn, almost scared?
She tried to think back to remember if she had ever done or said anything to the Australian that could have him shaking in his trainers like he was. But nothing came to mind .
Her frown deepened , unaware that her curious frown looked more like a glare to poor Oscar .
He exhaled sharply , nodding his head too quickly .
“Yeah! Yeah. So good, just a little tired.” He said. Just wishing he could be cool around her for once.
But she looked so god damn pretty and her Spanish accent was thick from being home over the holidays as she spoke back to him casually like they were friends , making his heart jump in his chest.
“You need to get good sleep. I don’t want a tired teammate , too restless to help me out on the track.” She tried to tease him, to lighten him up a bit.
But Oscar took her words seriously , nodding his head with a heartfelt look on his face .
“I will always help you out.” He promised sincerely .
Bee paused , caught of guard. Then let out a slightly awkward laugh , nodding her head .
A little weird, she hummed in amusement , but also very cute. She grinned as she looked back at him .
“That’s very sweet.” She replied then asked him “speaking of helping me out , do you have a car?”
Oscar rose a brow at her “yes? Why?” He wondered at the sudden question . So random and abrupt .
She gave him a little smile , Tilting her head to be more appealing to get what she wanted. Oblivious to the fact that she only had to blink and Oscar would give her his kidney if she wanted it.
He was down bad. So , so freaking bad. It was disgusting really .
“My car doesn’t arrive till tomorrow night and I need to get to track . You have two cars right? One from team too?” She said.
It made him feel giddy that she had clearly kept some type of tabs on him to know that, so giddy in fact that he failed to mention that one car was back in Australia.
He only had one right now. The mclaren the team had given him. The same one she would be getting tomorrow night as well.
“Yeah.” He doesn’t even think about his next words , blurting them out loudly “you can have my car.”
She blinked at him in shock “yeah? You don’t mind? I know it’s a lot to ask-“
Oscar quickly shakes his head , smiling at her. “No! No. It’s fine. It’s only for tomorrow, you can have it.” Internally panicking as he realised just what he had said. But he couldn’t take it back now, not when she was smiling at him like he was her saviour.
She then reached out and grabbed him into a quick hug , laughing happily while he stood stock still in shock. Glowing red and heart palpating , feeling like he was in a dream.
“Thanks Oscar! I owe you one . You can ride mine anytime you want.” She tells him with a wink as she pulls away.
“See you tomorrow!” She leaves him standing there with wide eyes and red cheeks.
Hand pressed to his chest, eyes closed tight in disbelief .
“Shit.” He breathed out grimacing to himself as he realised that he had no ride to the track either now since he had just given his only car away.
Bee felt herself frown in disbelief as she drove down the road and spotted a familiar man in walking on the sidewalk alone , blowing the horn at him loudly and watching Oscar jump out of his skin.
His head snapping over to her in shock, giving her a sheepish grin when she glared back at him in absolute disbelief .
“What are you doing? Why are you walking? Where is your other car?” She throws the questions at him quickly as she pulls over to a stop in front of him.
Oscar paused , then mumbled quietly, embarrassed “Australia.” Peeking up after a minute of silence to see Bee gaping at him like he had lost his damn mind.
She spluttered loudly “what the fuck? Then why did you give me your car?!” She almost shouts , wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Who did that?!
He shrugged weakly “you needed it?” It comes out more of a question as he meekly gives her a smile as if to calm her down. Wondering why she looked so angry at him now.
She didn’t know what to feel other than frustration and confusion , wondering if he was so scared of her that he felt intimidated to give her his damn car! What the hell?
“So do you obviously!” She shot back while getting out of the drivers seat and rounding the car , opening the door for him to get into the passengers seat.
She stood like a disapproving parent , hand on top of the door as she scolded at him “get in Oscar!” She demanded while pointing her finger to the seat sternly.
And like the good guy he was, he quickly scurried to get in. Bee slamming the door behind him and getting back behind the wheel.
It was quite for a moment as she continued to drive , side eyeing him with a scowl on her pretty face while Oscar sat, blushing , beside her quietly.
She was concerned “are you being bullied?” She wondered out loud . Because what else could make someone think they had to give her their car just because she wanted it?
Oscar looked at her in shock “no! What?” He looked equally as confused as her now.
She frowned at him “then why so easy to give? Are you scared of me?” She then asked him wanting to figure this out .
Oscar wanted to die “no. God. No.” Yes. Very scared actually but not of her but scared of the way she made him feel.
It was stupid , he felt stupid and it was all her fault.
He looked back at her with a offended frown “you’re not scary.” He lied.
She scoffed , then jerked the wheel sharply making him let out a girly scream.
She snickered meanly “sure. Don’t lie next time otherwise I break your fingers.” She let him know calmly .
Oscar swallowed dryly at her threat having a feeling she wasn’t joking either .
“I didn’t - I didn’t exactly lie.” He tried to justify himself nervously “just emitted a little fact is all.” He muttered
Bee just rolled her eyes “you’re too cute to be this stupid.” She told him casually like she wasn’t flipping his whole world upside down with a single comment .
Oscar just looked at her in shock . Cute? She thought he was cute? He inhaled deeply , biting back a giddy grin.
“Thanks.” He stupidly replied instead . In a daze from being called cute.
He misses the way she rolls her eyes again, fondly shaking her head at him.
Definitely something wrong with him. She thought.
After that it became a habit of his to do everything for Bee, even when she didn’t need it or even asked him to do so.
He made sure no one bothered her before each race so she could get into the zone , making sure that she always had a sugary candy to eat as soon as she got out the car.
He made sure that she always had water on hand , he had elastic ties around his wrist to tie back her hair for her when she was sweaty.
Casually sitting behind her while she talked to lando about something , gathering her hair into his hands, Bee not even blinking or pausing in conversation as Oscar tried to braid if for her. Having watched some YouTube videos on doing hair for her.
Ignoring the flabbgasted look lando was giving him, he preened at the affectionate tap to the thigh she gave him when he was done . Feeling more of a rush from her simple touch than he did after a race, it was electrifying .
He stood in front of the beaming sunlight as soon as he noticed the way Bee began to squint as it stung her eyes , positioning himself so that she was shaded instead . He smiled to himself as she handed him her bag to hold while she got out her phone from her pocket , chatting casually to him.
He hooked her glittery bag onto his shoulder , unbothered by the looks he was getting from everyone else .
“I mean can you believe that bitch? Calling me trash when she looked like she had murdered Elmo and worn him for lunch? I mean- she had that much filler in her face that she could barely even blink!” She ranted to him bitchily like she usually did whenever someone annoyed her after learning that Oscar loved hearing her gossip and bitching.
Oscar nodded his head along in agreement , grinning in amusement at how mean she was . “She sure could cry though , Botox couldn’t stop the wailing.” He commented .
Bee just shrugged , unfazed . “She had it coming talking to me like that.” She replied.
“You could make even the coldest person cry.” He said impressed. Then he held out her little mirror in front of her for her while she reapplied her lipstick , quietly admiring her some more as she did so
Lando couldn’t take it anymore. After watching him put food in a designer lunchbox for Bee , hand washing her car for her and then asking him if he thought she would like a rag doll cat for her birthday. He couldn’t keep it in any longer .
“Did you drop the soap around her or something mate? Is that how you became her little bitch?” He joked. Laughing hysterically as he watched Oscar’s cheek immediately blaze with heat.
Oscar glared at him despite the embarrassment clearly on his face .
“I am not her bitch!” He denied weakly. He definitely was a little bit . “I’m just being nice. Like a good teammate.” He added as an after thought , another weak excuse .
Lando just snorted at him “you never brought me lunch or hand washed my car.” He said amused.
Oscar doesn’t miss a beat “that’s cause I don’t like you.” He snapped back at him defensively .
Lando smirked triumphantly “so you like her then?”
Oscar paused at his mistake , blinking wide eyes as he quickly tried to back peddle . “I don’t like her!”
“So you hate her?” He teased him. Trying to get him to admit what they all already knew.
“No!”
“So you do like her?”
“No!”
Lando tilted his head mockingly “so what do you think of her then? I think you’ve got a little crush Oscar. I think that you think she’s really pretty and you want to bang her-“
Oscar gasped loudly at him , face bright red “Lando! Shut up! I don’t have a crush on her! Jesus! What are you? Ten?” He hissed back at him , mortified .
Lando just giggled loudly at his reaction “you are so red!” He grinned at him amused “you like her soooo much-“
Oscar nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice piped up behind him, making his stomach sink as he watched lando smirk mischievously at him. Ever the shit stirrer .
“Who do you like? Do you have a crush Oscar?” Bee was frowning at him, not liking what she was hearing at all . The cute little guy that followed her around and did everything she asked was looking elsewhere? she didn’t like that thought at all.
Oscar looked back at her, saw her frown and frowned too. Because why was she frowning? He almost felt offended , assuming the worst.
Did she think that he was so Pathetic that a girl couldn’t possibly like him? That he couldn’t have a crush because he was so weird?
He frowned back at her even harder then , still defensive from Landos teasing.
“No I don’t! But so what if I did? Am I not allowed to have a crush?!” He exclaimed annoyed at the both of them now.
Lando just laughed while Bee just looked at him like he had lost his mind.
“Who?” She wanted to know, blunt and not giving a shit how demanding she seemed. “Who is the stupid girl that has you like this?” She felt her blood pressure rise.
Because In her mind Oscar was already hers. They hung out together , he did everything for her. She was pretty and hot and why wouldn’t Oscar want her? Surely there couldn’t be anyone better than her?
She scoffed bitterly .
Oscars eyes were wide and he looked terrified , face pale and cheeks a dark red. He gaped at her angry face , looking at him like he had somehow betrayed her.
“I don’t like anyone! Lando was just kidding weren’t you lando?” He hissed at the stupid Brit that had started all this in the first place , who was looking for too entertained for his liking.
Lando looked at his panicked face then at Bee’s angry one and laughed loudly . “Sure I was. And anyway , Oscar likes scary women. Don’t you buddy?” He patted him on the shoulder before leaving him to deal with the aftermath on his own, even giving him a wink as he went.
Bee frowned then tilted her head, brain ticking as she took in landos sly comment.
Huh. She relaxed a little then, maybe she was the stupid girl.
“Oscar?” She voiced.
He swallowed thickly “yeah?”
“I’m hungry.” She simply said looking pointedly at the lunch box in his hand.
“What are we having today?” She asked him taking him by the hand and leading him over to the table to eat.
He inhaled sharply , squeezing the palm of her hand three times. “Quiche and yoghurt . It’s strawberry and vanilla and -“ he suddenly frowned at her worriedly “you’re not like , allergic to yogurt are you? Or cheese? Cause I’m not trying to kill you or anything! I’ve never even asked you if you’re allergic to anything . Are you? That’s so stupid and careless of me-“
Before he could continue on his panicked tangent , Bee quickly cut him off.
Letting of a fond little giggle , she nudged his shoulder with hers in amusement . “The only thing I’m allergic to is bullshit Oscar.” She gave him a pointed look.
He just nodded quietly .
Then “Bee?” He spoke up timidly handing her the yoghurt to eat after watching her devour the food.
She just hummed , handing him her orange juice to take a sip of in return.
“Are you- do you have a boyfriend?” He manages to spit out meekly.
Bee hid her giddy smirk in her spoon, simply shaking her head no. “Very single. Could be persuaded not to be though.” She let him know , side eyeing him teasingly .
Oscar went red. Looked down at the table and nodded his again. “Ah okay. Cool.” Was all he muttered.
Another minute went by then Bee side eyed him again , watching him play shyly with his fingers while he waited for her to finish eating.
“Are you? Single?” She asked him . He better be, she thought darkly . This cute boy was hers.
Oscar startled , looking at her like a deer in headlights. Then he rapidly nodded his head. “Very.”
“Good.” Was all she replied.
He nodded too.
Good .
Cool.
They said nothing else on the matter. But Oscar’s hopes soared.
It kept going on like that for a while , Bee calling him cute and pretty and adorable and Oscar running after her like ‘a certified pathetic simp’ as lando likes to say. And it was going well in Oscar’s opinion , he got a little less shy and a lot more comfortable around her . A lot less scared.
And maybe that’s why he felt so comfortable agreeing to drink with her after a particularly good race . Allowing her to convince him to eat cake and drink champagne ,
Oscar found himself absolutely shitfaced on her couch. Very quickly reminded of why he didn’t drink , he was such a lightweight.
Which was how he found himself gazing at a equally as drunk Bee next to him on the coach, gazing at her like she had hung the moon in his sky.
His filter was gone and heart was on his drunken sleeve and he played with her soft hair in adoration.
“You’re so pretty. Like- like a plane.” He slurred to her.
Bee giggled quietly , nudging her head against his shoulder as she peered up at him with glassy eyes full of amusement . “Like a plane?”
Oscar nodded seriously “yeah but like the kind of plane people think are planes but then they blink and it’s the prettiest star in the sky. Not a plane.” He rambled to her passionately “you have such nice skin too.” He added as an after thought .
Bee was a giggling mess. “I think you’re really pretty too. I like your nose.” She whispered with a grin before planting a kiss on said nose affectionately.
He blushed , dazed. “Thank. I want to marry you.” He then blurted out without any grace , grinning drunkenly down at her like a sappy fool .
Bee laughed loudly in shock , looking up at him with a tipsy grin on her face. “Oh yeah? But you can barely even speak to me sober! How at you gonna marry me?” She teased him .
Oscar sniffled , serious when it came to how he felt about her , drunk or not .
“I’ve been working on it. I like doing things for you and seeing you smile. I like that you call me just to bitch about a bitch.” He replied honestly .
Bee felt her face soften as she saw the pure dedication on his face , all for her. She gently grabbed his face in her hand, stroking his red cheek with her thumb softly.
“You got a crush on me?” She whispered teasingly. Nudging her nose with his.
Oscar Just smiled and gently shook his head . “No. Much more than that.” He whispered back.
Bee smiled softly “yeah? You like me then?”
He laughed quietly and kissed the corner of her mouth gently , lingering there before pulling back just a little to see her eyes flutter closed.
“I love you.” He simply told her , drunk on champagne and his buzzy Bee. “So much it makes me silly. And I gave you my car even though I didn’t have another one and I want to hold your bag for you forever , and I want to make you lunch and kiss your face..” he whispered to her , blinking dazedly as the alcohol finally caught up to him.
He pulled the blanket further around their bodies , feeling her trembling breath on his lips as she looked at him with tears in her eyes. Knowing that he meant it too.
“I want you to be my girl.” He yawned.
She gently ran her fingers through his hair and laid down on the couch , letting him place his head on her chest tiredly as he snuggled up to her , intertwining their legs together .
“If you still feel this way in the morning , I will be.”
Too tired to speak anymore , he just linked his pinky finger with hers, a silent promise , and tucked his face further onto her neck . Letting her pull him close as he drifted off to sleep .
Oscar woke with a pounding head and a churning stomach , but he froze up as soon as he felt soft fingers in his hair. Sheepishly peering up at Bee’s amused face as she looked down at her with a tired smile on her face too.
“Morning sleepyhead. Sleep good?” She yawned. Tugging him closer to her , making his heart skip a beat.
Oscar nodded sheepishly then hesitantly cleared his throat as he remembered last night . Fidgeting with the strap of her top , he bit down on his bottom lip nervously as he wondered how to go about this.
“Bee?” He murmured shyly against her chest as he peered up at her through his lashes , letting out a content sigh at the feeling of her nails scratching lightly at his scalp , lulling him into calmness .
She smiled down at him knowingly “yeah?”
He hesitated for a moment , then muttered quietly “I’m not a forgetful morning after drunk.”
Bee just giggled “really? So you want to marry me then? Kiss my face forever?” She teased him softly.
Oscar just nodded, laughing sheepishly . “Yeah. I want to- I want you to be mine. My girlfriend. If you want that too.” He rambled anxiously “if you don’t want them that’s fine obviously -“
Bee giggled and quickly stopped him there “you want to date me?”
He nodded rapidly “so bad.”
She just smiled happily and casually muttered “okay.”
“Okay?” He repeated in disbelief .
She laughed in amusement “yup.”
He gaped at her , eyes wide and dazed “that easy? No fight? No negotiations?” He spluttered in disbelief .
She laughed loudly at him then “I love you Oscar okay? I want to be with you too , so yes it’s that easy.” She told him firmly . Easily . Simply.
Oscar felt like he was slipping into shock. “Cool.” Was all he could get out “I mean- I love you too. Yeah - this is awesome.” He grinned down at her happily . Overwhelmed with his love for her.
“Kiss?” He shyly asked while gently cupping her cheek in his hand , wide eyes gazing into hers , feeling like he was in a dream.
Bee just giggled before closing the gap and finally kissing him . Feeling the relieved breath he let out against her mouth as he finally relaxed against her , humming against her lips contently .
“Love you.” He mumbled into the kiss while smiling like a fool in love . “Love you so much.”
“I love you too.” She giggled as they continued to make out like teenagers on her couch.
Becoming teammates was the best thing they had ever done .
Lando was going to be the smuggest bastard ever when he found out that he was right .
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bfbkg · 2 years
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bakugou picks you up & throws you on his back when you’re being stubborn
“i said i don’t wanna go home yet. i wanna stay longerrrrrr,” you whine, a pout on your lips as you stand cross armed at your best friends front door.
you have these mint green silk pyjamas on, a cute lil shirt with even cuter shorts. katsuki wants to squeeze your ass but then he sees one of your friends in a matching pastel blue set walk past with another bottle of henessey.
“oh hello bakugou! come in, have a drink with us!” she’s swaying as she talks. almost tripping over her own feet and he’s thinking about getting security cameras installed here because you all seem prone to hurting yourselves when tipsy.
your other friend appears, a pink silk set on, “excuse me, no he cannot! no boys allowed! sorry.”
you’re all as drunk as each other and bakugou can barely handle you drunk. adding two more girls to converse with sounds like a mission.
he sighs, wearing his black tracksuit and black crocs with socks, “baby,” he tries to level with you, “you told me to pick you up at 2am because you have shit to do tomorrow. important shit.”
you huff, stamping your fluffy clad feet, “but… but i was a different person then. now i’m free and having fun and i want to live for the now ‘ki, not for tomorrow. who knows if that’s going to come.”
why drunk you gets like this he’ll have no clue. he’s about to lecture you again before you snake your arms around his neck, dragging your face to his. he’s a fool for you. “did i tell you how cute you look? so comfy and cuddly, makes me wanna bite your face off.” he lets you kiss him, thrice, even pressing back hard on the third one and you take that as a sign to lick inside his mouth. your friend behind you whines.
“i said no boys allowed yn! sorry bakugou get out!”
“‘m not leavin’ unless she’s comin’ with me.”
you stomp your foot. “don’t wanna,” you slur, scrunching your nose, “how about you have a shot, you’ll forget i even said that.”
“baby, go get your phone and lets go.”
“you’re being mean katsuki.” you pout, eyes getting glossy as your arms unlink from his neck. doja cat plays louder on the speakers, your friends giggling on the sofa.
bakugou throws his head back in an aggravated moan. after a deep breath, when he looks at you again he’s a new man, “okay last chance, baby. get your shit before i drag you over my shoulder.”
you blink at him, fighting with your eyes, “not coming. wanna dance.”
he pecks your forehead, “you’re too fuckin’ stubborn for your own good.” he mumbles before swooping you over his shoulder.
“katsuki! no! put me down!”
a slap lands on your ass as your legs kick out, “say bye to your friends.”
“ugh! you’re so mean katsuki! what about my phone?”
“it’s in your pocket,” and he swipes your phone out your pocket and shoves it in his.
“see you later! she’ll get her shit whenever.”
“bye yn! bye bakugou!”
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johnkahner · 5 months
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I loved your last Johnny Cage work! So good!
Can I request a one-shot with Smoke and he is just starting a relationship with fem!reader who works at Madam Bo's and some guys are giving her a hard time and he stands up for her? I'm a sucker for fluff so as much of that as you can fit.
Thank you!!!
AN: This came out later than I wanted it to. I'm glad you enjoyed my writing! It helps my confidence when I'm writing. Also, Smoke is the character I think I've gotten the most request for lol. I hope I wrote him accurately too. Also made up a random girl because I felt bad if she was unnamed. Not proof read.
Notes: Female Reader, Some random men being creeps
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Today felt like any other day. Take orders, get customers their drinks, clean the tables, and repeat. You were wiping down a table while a co-worker, Yu Li, helped by getting the dirty dishes from the table. Yu Li saw some men looking at the two of you. The men were sitting a few tables away. Looking uncomfortable she decided to grab your arm to lead you to the employee’s only area. 
“What?”
She shushes you, while directing with her eyes the men eyeing you two like candy. You take note of her actions. Both heading towards the backroom. But you both knew you couldn’t hide back here the whole time while you still had your job to do. 
When an order was ready you decided that you would take the risk to go deliver the food to the customer. Not to mention with your luck, it was an order for those men you wanted to avoid. 
“Hey, Little Lady. ‘Bout time you got your sweet ass over here to entertain us real men.” 
The rest of the man’s group laughs at his comment towards you. You sigh not wanting to entertain this anymore than you have to. You place the order down, and turn to leave. The man that was speaking seems to be this group’s leader. He seems to be offended by your actions. He grabs your arm, and attempts to pull you closer to him.
“Listen sweet cheeks, no need to be a prude. We can make ya feel real good.”
You try to pry your arm away, and you turn your head to make eye contact with a certain ninja. 
Tomas rushes over to you. He frees your arm away from the creep. 
“Don’t you know how to treat a lady? Not to mention she doesn’t look too comfortable right now.” He pulls you to his chest and hugs you. 
“This has nothing to do with you!”
“It does when it involves my girlfriend!” Tomas says your name “I’ll deal with this man. Go somewhere where you feel safe for now.” He kisses the top of your head. 
You move out of the way. Not really going to the backrooms, but just staying out of the way of the fight that is about to incur. 
Said fight didn’t even last long in all honesty. Tomas was beating the stranger’s ass. While you stood beside Kuai Liang. The door to the backroom opens to reveal Madam Bo. She appears to be very pissed off. She pats Tomas on the back, “Good job Tomas,” she turns to look at the man in pain and his crew, “Now you fools get out of my restaurant! You’re no longer welcomed here!”
Not putting up much of a fight now the group leaves. Madam Bo smiles at you and Tomas then heads back to work. You mosey on over to your boyfriend. Wrapping your arms around him. Nuzzling your face to his chest. He holds you close. After the events that happened on this day that started off like any other day that turned somewhat chaotic. You’re glad that at this moment you have Tomas with you. Also you got a few days off from work. Thank you Madam Bo. 
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fumifooms · 3 months
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Firefly Wedding is so…
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It’s so
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It’s them. It’s "It’s just a firefly, they’re meant to die soon. Why should I care about the sick, or the poor?"
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It’s "I was purposely trying to scare you and push you away to see how far you were willing to go with your act, how desperate you were to play with my feelings as if I was a fool, but it didn’t work."
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It’s "I know you’re just using me but now I care. Please keep using me. I need you to need me."
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It’s choosing to give her her freedom anyways. Because your love is no longer all about you, no longer selfish. Because this love isn’t just a shallow balm to soothe your complexes anymore.
It’s being betrayed, finally facing the lies and no longer pretending you both don’t know that this is a farce, but desperately wanting to keep it going anyways. It’s "I should hate you now. Why don’t I? Hey, tell me we’ll go through with the plan, tell me you’ll marry me after all. Otherwise, why am I still here? Why don’t I want to leave? You act like you don’t need me but I still need you."
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Like that’s so revolutionary for a yandere story. The self-delusion is strong, denial that things have changed despite it being impossible to truly believe, BUT HE STAYS. It’s no longer selfish 😭😭
"I don’t care about you anymore, I won’t help you. Get yourself killed for all I care." <- Jumps to her rescue 3 milliseconds later when she almost falls down a ladder/roof. It happens twice. The ‘lying and trying to emotionally distance yourself from something to protect yourself and not get hurt’ defense mechanism is blatant and it’s failing really bad.
It’s "My sense of duty and goals to have accomplished something useful in my short life are making me do this, but I do want you to stay with me." The yandere stuff here gets turned on its head because what he says is empty where it matters and meaningful where it matters. It’s knowing that if Satoko asks him not to kill anyone he won’t, but knowing that he won’t give up on her no matter what, even if she’s unattainable, even if she’s sickly, even if she pushes him away like just before. It’s so thinly veiled for "I’m determined to see my goal through, but that’s not what I want. If you just so happen to take me away and I don’t try to run away hard enough then we can elope and be free. I want to have an excuse to leave with you. Please give up on marrying me. Please don’t. I want that, but I can’t."
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It’s "If I didn’t burn brightly in my short firefly life, then what was the point?"
Except that burning brightly doesn’t have to mean making big achievements, or being useful to your family.
It can be living happily, living for the ones you love, fighting for them. It can be worth to risk it for things that actually matter to you.
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It’s giving your heart to someone, figuratively and literally. To lend it to them even if it might get used or battered, for as long as it beats to use your body to protect them, even if you have to sacrifice yourself. A love that burns bright into a bonfire before they both turn to ashes. Unwise but wholehearted.
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It’s despite even that, needing grandiose gestures to be able to trust that this is real. It’s needing external cues that prove it to feel safe in their love existing, other people to confirm that he’s not crazy, that this is happening and this is how they both feel. Their love has been fake, both being a warped love and being a lie, only being out of necessity or because the other was the only one willing to offer it to them, offering comfort, safety, support and care. And showing that they care is the most loving of all It’s despite everything falling back into old habits that "Oh if she was miserably worried for me then that means she’s not indifferent to me! That’s good!" And then once again being taken aback by her, by her earnestness and by her will. Because oh, no, this goes deeper than that. She cares. It’s love.
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It’s opening your heart up to love, and both being punished and rewarded for it.
But most of all it’s
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And it being the most loving thing he’d ever heard
Firefly Wedding is so…
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And yet it’s also
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The complicated and hurtful nature of love and the joy and light it brings are two sides of the same coin, because that’s what inevitably happens when you care about something. But caring about a firefly isn’t a waste even however short lived it is, or how hard the loss will inevitably hit you. Isn’t their light just such a wonder to witness?
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gingiesworld · 4 months
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Fatal Attraction
Chapter Seven
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Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader/ Wanda Maximoff x Jarvis Stark
Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Gaslighting
Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @dopeyouth @karsonromanoff @bimad (if you want to be added to my taglist, please DM me or comment)
18+ MINORS DNI
The moment Wanda entered her apartment, she was met with a furious Jarvis.
“Where have you been?!” He yelled as she closed the door behind her, sighing in defeat as Nat’s words rang in her ears about her husband.
“I was with Nat.” She told him. “I needed my friend after what you did.”
“What did I do that was so wrong?” He questioned.
“The fact that you don’t know tells me a lot!” She told him. “I told you to stop. Multiple times and you just ignored me, you overpowered me as I tried to push you away from me.”
“Wanda, you wanted it just as much as I did.” He told her, she just shook her head no. “You never said no.”
“I said stop!” She yelled. “I pleaded and begged you to stop and you didn’t. You just carried on and went against what I had already told you about having children.”
“Wanda, we are married now.” He told her. “My dad is on my back because he wants grandchildren.”
“I don’t care whether your father wants grandkids or not.” She spat. “I am not ready to have kids myself.”
“Come on Wanda.” He followed her as she started to pack a bag. “You can’t be serious right now.”
“I’m going to stay with Nat for a while.” She told him. “I can’t stay here with you right now because I don’t trust you.”
“You don’t trust me?” He laughed as she zipped her bag. “That is rich.”
“How so?” She challenged as she packed her work clothes.
“How do I know that you’re actually working and not out there fucking some lowlife scumbag?” He sneered as Wanda shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Because I work at Oscorp.” She told him, she watched how his face paled at her revelation. “I have been working there for months now.”
“You can’t be serious.” He yelled. “You do realise that they are our biggest competitor!”
“I don’t care about that!” Wanda yelled as he laughed.
“Well, you should.” He told her. “Because it’s Stark money that keeps a roof over your head, food in your stomach, clothes on your back.”
“Well then, I don’t want any of these clothes then.” She told him. “If you’re going to be like that, I don’t want anything to do with Stark money or you.”
“So what are you saying?” He questioned as she laughed dryly, wiping her eyes.
“I am going to get a lawyer and start filing for a divorce.” Wanda told him.
“You will have nothing.” He told her angrily. “You will be homeless.”
“At least I will be free.” She whispered as she looked in his eyes before she emptied the bags, just packing her sentimental items instead. When she reached the door, she looked back at him. “You know, as much as everyone told me that you had changed into this monster, I always had hope that the sweet man I fell in love with is still in there somewhere, but I guess I am the fool for having hope.” With that she left the apartment, leaving Jarvis with the pile of clothes she had left on their once shared bed.
“How was Wanda?” Gwen asked as Y/N entered the lab.
“She is holding up I guess.” They answered her. “She hasn’t turned in today so I am guessing it has taken a lot out of her.”
“I’m sure she will be fine.” She reassured them as they hummed, looking through the microscope and taking notes on the new tranquilizer.
“How is the new antibiotic doing since the new formula?” They asked her as she grimaced.
“I guess we still haven’t found the right balance yet, so we haven’t been FDA approved for testing yet.” She informed them.
“You tried the new formula I gave you right?” They asked her as she nodded. “And it was still too potent?”
“Yeah.” She got the file up which they joined her side. “It feels like we are working too hard on this one project.”
“This is something that could help millions of people.” Y/N reminded her.
“But the deal with Hammer?” She questioned as they shrugged.
“It is still a work in progress.” They told her. “The weapon still needs a lot of tweaks and I have Connors on it.”
“Are you sure he’s the best for the job?” She questioned as Y/N raised a brow. “I mean, he lost his arm during an experiment.”
“I know.” They spoke firmly. “I was the one who assigned him to this project. He is building what I had designed.”
“Y/N, you know I only care about you and want what’s best for you.” She told them as they just nodded, grabbing their jacket before moving towards the exit.
“Maybe look at the new Tranquilizers, give your mind and the antibiotic a rest.” With that they left the lab, heading straight to their office, groaning when they saw Jarvis Stark waiting for them. “What the hell are you doing here?” They asked him as they led him through to their office.
“I want you to fire Wanda Maximoff.” He told them, Y/N just laughed as they hung their jacket over their chair.
“Why would I do that?” They asked him, cocking a brow in his direction.
“I want her to realise she can’t survive without me.” He sneered as they chuckled, shaking their head no.
“I won’t do that to her.” They told him. “For one, she is an excellent assistant. Two, she is my friend and I care about her.” They soon approached him, loosening their tie. “I also know what you did at the Gala.”
“We are married.” Jarvis told them.
“Married or not, when she says stop, you stop!” They yelled as Jarvis just glared at them. “You sexually assaulted the woman you’re supposed to love. You raped her.”
“She wanted it just as much as I did.” Jarvis told them as they shook their head, clenching their jaw before looking in his eyes.
“I don’t want to see you inside this building.” They snarled. “I barely want to see you for our company meetings, because right now it is taking everything within me to keep from knocking you out.”
“You would lose everything.” He challenged as Y/N chuckled.
“I am more powerful than you, hell, I am even more powerful than your father.” They snarled. “So don’t you dare come into my company and threaten me or my employees, because I will rain down on you like hellfire and I will watch you burn!” With that, security came to escort the young Stark out of the building, leaving Y/N behind to calm themselves.
“I always knew you had more Osborne in you than Y/L/N.” Norman clapped as he stood in the doorway.
“Norm.” Y/N smiled at him as they offered him a drink. “How are you?”
“I am ok.” He answered them. “Harry told me about your conversation.”
“Yeah?” Y/N sat down in their chair as Norman sat opposite them. “What part?”
“He is worried about you.” Norman told them. “He doesn’t want to admit it but he does care about you.” Y/N chuckled lightly as Norman smiled at them. “We both do.”
“Well, I am fine.” They answered him coyly. “I have a company to run and meetings to attend.” They tried as he shook his head.
“Look, I know you think that this company is your life. Hell, you have made it even more successful than I ever have.” He told them. “I’ve seen the contracts that have been signed with new clients and investors. I’ve seen productivity levels rise all since you became CEO. What I want you to know is that it is ok to settle down, build a family of your own.”
“I don’t think it’s on the cards for me.” They told him as they moved to look out over the city below. “I do have these feelings for someone, I have since we met but she is married, or was. I’m not too sure, it’s all too complicated.”
“Life is too short to live carefully.” He told them. “You just have to take the leap, you were the one who showed me that.” They just nodded as their eyes remained out on the skyline. Wondering how the woman who has wormed her way into their heart is.
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eroqista · 4 months
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Hear me out platonic Yandere yanqing helping Yandere Jing yuan to convince the darling to stay on the lofu.
yandere (platonic) yanqing & yandere jing yuan x fem! reader
✮ — ꒰ cw. this will, of course, include yandere tendencies. yandere tendencies might include stalking, murder, kidnapping, and drugging. if any of these make you uncomfy, feel free to scroll past. i’m not responsible for your media consumption in any way! REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
✮ — ꒰ a/n. yanqing my son <3 i could never be mad at him even if i was in this situation he’s js too cute </3/p i hope you enjoy and i hope this writing motivation sticks so i can get more out lol
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yanqing had met you pretty early, nearly as soon as you met general yuan. when yanqing glimpsed over at his general while he was talking to you, yanqing could see this glint in yuan’s eyes. yanqing furrowed his brows, but kept his mouth shut for the time being. yanqing would be a fool to make a scene right in front of a newcomer to the luofu. and if yanqing spoke up, yuan would probably be furious about it. so it would be for the best to just remain silent and inquire yuan about it later once (name) was gone.
yuan seemed disappointed when you had informed him about having to leave. already? so soon?! it’s only been 2 hours, where are you going? :( yanqing finally had his chance. he stood up from his seat, approaching the general with a serious look. yuan looked down at yanqing, “yes, yanqing?” yuan would ask. “what was that? what were you doing back there?” yanqing asked firmly, his arms crossed across his chest.
yuan would play dumb at first, “what on earth are you talking about, yanqing? i think the conversation went swell.” yanqing just wore a neutral face. “don’t act like nothing happened! that look in your eyes, what was it about? i’ve never seen you look at someone like that, general.” yuan sighed, knowing he was caught in the act and couldn’t worm his way out of this one. “yanqing, you wouldn’t understand, you see? you’ve never felt like this about someone before. well, not to my knowledge, at least. but if you have, you would know how i feel about this foreign traveler.” yuan explained with a seemingly innocent smile.
yanqing was dumbfounded. obviously he hasn’t felt that way about anyone before. he was just a kid, after all. and besides, he’s already got a good companion; his swords! but that didn’t stop yanqing from knowing that this was far more than a crush. yanqing feared this may get out of hand if the general isn’t separated from (name) for a bit of time. so yanqing took the initiative and used excuses to get (name) out of the luofu for at least a little while, in hopes that they wouldn’t have their thoughts clouded with his general. and maybe the general wouldn’t have his mind clouded with (name).
but it was weird. yanqing felt like he was growing a tight bond with (name), almost like a parent and kid. yanqing didn’t want (name) far from him now. he was scared of you getting hurt. or worse, leaving the luofu. yanqing would bolt into yuan’s office, “i get it now.” yanqing said. yuan peered up from his phone. yuan was, once again, taking a break after barely doing anything. yuan seemed to understand just what yanqing meant, and smiled. “you see? now, how about we work together for this instead of you just hogging her, yeah?” yanqing looked down in embarrassment from being caught, but nodded. “yes, general. it’s a deal.”
yanqing alone was already a good manipulator in terms of getting you to do stuff, for example; leave the luofu to spend time with him. so he’s more than sure he can use this to his AND yuan’s advantage. yanqing is constantly getting you to the divine seat of foresight where yuan would always be waiting with a big grin on his face. “hi, (name)! come, sit. let’s catch up, hm?” yuan would propose, holding up a cup of tea towards you. it wasn’t like you had much of a choice, though. yuan was in front of you and yanqing was behind you, blocking the door. you had no choice but to sit down with him and yanqing.
“it’s… very empty, general jing yuan. where are the cloud knights?” you would ask, looking around. yanqing frowned, looking at you. “why would you need them though? you have us! and i’m a cloud knight, the lieutenant of them, actually.” yuan looked at yanqing and chuckled, his gaze shifting back to (name). “ignore him, (name). yanqing is just a little riled up~ also, there’s no need for formalities. please, call me jing yuan. or just yuan, whichever you prefer.” you would nod, not wanting to be rude. you looked at yanqing, “i’m sorry if i offended you, lieutenant yanqing. i didn’t mean to, honest!” you would say.
yanqing flashed you a soft but sincere smile, “it’s alright, ms (name). and like my general said, no need for formalities. just call me yanqing, please.” yanqing said. it may seem harmless, but to yuan and yanqing, this was notable progress on getting you closer to them. with formalities out of the way, maybe you would view the pair more as close acquaintances rather than important figures in the luofu. the time together would always be cherished by yuan and yanqing, yuan romantically, and yanqing platonically. but when you were about to leave, yanqing and yuan would stare you down. “surely you don’t plan on walking home this late, (name) dear?” yuan would ask, standing up and approaching. this made you feel like something truly wasn’t right.
“i need to go home, i’m afraid. it was nice chatting with you..!” you would say with a nervous chuckle, backing up to the door. yanqing was already behind you though. how did he get there so fast?? “that won’t do. stay here. yanqing and i will escort you home in the morning.” yuan would say with an assertive tone. and even if you tried to decline, it wouldn’t serve for anything other than embarrassment from being forced to stay anyways. yuan led you to his personal chambers, shutting the door behind him and locking it. “yuan, there’s only one bed in here..” you said, uncomfortable with how this was playing out. “exactly. go ahead and get comfy. i’m going to wash off. stay put, (name) dear.” yuan said, entering the bathroom attached to the bedroom.
this was your chance to run, you couldn’t give this up. you went to the door, silently undoing the twist lock. you silently opened the door, only to jump in surprise as the young, blonde haired boy stood before you. “uh huh. did you really think yuan wouldn’t ask me or at least a few other knights to be guarding this door, mom?” yanqing said. you were shocked, “what did you call me-?!” you said in disbelief. “i called you mom. you’re my mom! i won’t let anyone else be your child but me! and i won’t let anyone else be your husband but general jing yuan!!” yanqing said. a pair of arms snaked around your waist, which you recognized as yuan’s. “i’ve got it from here. you go get some rest, yanqing. i’ll take care of your mom, okay?” yuan said, sending yanqing off.
“you’re not going anywhere, honey. now lie down. it’s time for bed.” yuan said. before you knew it, you heard the lock on the door click once again, and a feeling of metal cuffs being placed around your wrists. a gentle pair of lips land onto your head, followed by a ‘goodnight’ and the lights being turned off…
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bitchesgetriches · 10 days
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{ MASTERPOST } Everything You Need to Know about How to Pay off Debt
Understanding debt:
Let’s End This Damaging Misconception About Credit Cards
Season 2, Episode 10: “Which Is Smarter: Getting a Loan? or Saving up to Pay Cash?”
Dafuq Is Interest? And How Does It Work for the Forces of Darkness?
Investing Deathmatch: Paying off Debt vs. Investing in the Stock Market
How to Build Good Credit Without Going Into Debt
Dafuq Is a Down Payment? And Why Do You Need One to Buy Stuff?
It’s More Expensive to Be Poor Than to Be Rich
Making Decisions Under Stress: The Siren Song of Chocolate Cake
How Mental Health Affects Your Finances
Paying off debt:
Kill Your Debt Faster with the Death by a Thousand Cuts Technique
Share My Horror: The World’s Worst Debt Visualization
The Best Way To Pay off Credit Card Debt: From the Snowball To the Avalanche
The Debt-Killing Power of Rounding up Bills
A Dungeonmaster’s Guide to Defeating Debt
How to Pay Hospital Bills When You’re Flat Broke 
Ask the Bitches Pandemic Lightning Round: “What Do I Do If I Can’t Pay My Bills?” 
Slay Your Financial Vampires
Season 4, Episode 3: “My credit card debt is slowly crushing me. Is there any escape from this horrible cycle?” 
Case Study: Held Back by Past Financial Mistakes, Fighting Bad Credit and $90K in Debt 
Student loan debt:
What We Talk About When We Talk About Student Loans
Ask the Bitches: “The Government Put Student Loans in Forbearance. Can I Stop Paying—or Is It a Trap?”
How to Pay for College without Selling Your Soul to the Devil
When (and How) to Try Refinancing or Consolidating Student Loans
Ask the Bitches: I Want to Move Out, but I Can’t Afford It. How Bad Would It Be to Take out Student Loans to Cover It?
Season 4, Episode 4: “I’m $100K in Student Loan Debt and I Think It Should Be Forgiven. Does This Make Me an Entitled Asshole?” 
The 2022 Student Loan Forgiveness FAQ You’ve Been Waiting For
2023 Student Loan Forgiveness Update: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly 
Our Final Word on Student Loan Forgiveness 
Avoiding debt:
Ask Not How Much You Should Save, Ask How Much You Should Spend 
How to Make Any Financial Decision, No Matter How Tough, with Maximum Swag
Your Yearly Free Medical Care Checklist
Two-Ring Circus 
Status Symbols Are Pointless and Dumb 
Advice I Wish My Parents Gave Me When I Was 16 
On Emergency Fund Remorse… and Bacon Emergencies
Should You Increase Your Salary or Decrease Your Spending? 
Don’t Spend Money on Shit You Don’t Like, Fool
The Magically Frugal Power of Patience
The Only Advice You’ll Ever Need for a Cheap-Ass Wedding 
The Most Impactful Financial Decision I’ve Ever Made… and Why I Don’t Recommend It 
3 Times I Was Damn Grateful for My Emergency Fund (and Side Income) 
Buy Now Pay Later Apps: That Old Predatory Lending by a Crappy New Name 
Credit Card Companies HATE Her! Stay Out of Credit Card Debt With This One Weird Trick 
Ask the Bitches: Should I Get a Loan Even Though I Can Afford To Pay Cash? 
The Bitches vs. debt:
I Paid off My Student Loans Ahead of Schedule. Here’s How.
I Paid off My Student Loans. Now What?
Hurricane Debt Weakens to Tropical Storm Debt, but Experts Warn It’s Still Debt
The Real Story of How I Paid Off My Mortgage Early in 4 Years
Case Study: Swimming Upstream against Unemployment, Exhaustion, and $2,750 a Month in Unproductive Spending 
That’s all for now! We try to update these masterposts periodically, so check back for more in… a couple… months??? Maybe????
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mynameismckenziemae · 1 month
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In Case You Didn’t Know
Part 5
(previous part here, next part here)
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You
Summary: Jake takes you on the date he wishes he would’ve all those years ago.
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Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, oral (m receiving), etc.
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Jake’s phone vibrates on his nightstand as he gets into bed.
🐓: So? Did you talk? Was I right?
Jake: Yeah we talked.
🐓: And?
Jake: …you were right.
🐓: HELL YEAH! I fucking knew it! You could cut the tension between you two with a knife. Did you…you know 😏
Jake: I want to take her out on date first.
🐓: Where are you gonna take her?
Jake: I don’t know, kind of limited with the leg. I just want it to be special.
🐓: Where did you take girls for dates in high school? Do that with her.
Jake: We’d pick up food at the local car hop, park somewhere to eat then fool around in my truck bed.
🐓: Sounds…great?
Jake: 🖕🏻there wasn’t much to do for teenagers around here back then. But honestly, I think Charlie would love it. I’d have to ask my sister for my truck back though. She takes care of it while I’m gone for me.
🐓: Emma? She’s a 10 🥵
Jake: No.
🐓: She single yet?
Jake: She’s not interested.
🐓: So she is single.
Jake: I’m going to bed.
🐓: You realize I’m going to meet her at your wedding, right? You’re just putting off the inevitable.
Jake: Goodnight Bradshaw.
Jake smirks at the thought. Bradshaw probably thinks Jake’s just being a protective older brother but it’s just the opposite. Emma looks like a sweet southern belle but she would eat him alive.
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He hesitates before biting the bullet and texting Emma; he’s always been a little scared of her.
Jake: Hey Emma Lou.
Emma: Hey! When did you make landfall? Everything go okay?
Jake: Almost 2 weeks, and not really. I was hit on the way back to the carrier and had to eject. I broke my leg and got a little beat up on the way down. I left the hospital forgetting Ma and Dad are gone so I’m staying with Charlie. They don’t know yet, please keep it that way. You know how much this trip means to them. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, my head was a little messed up and just didn’t want you to worry or take time off from that new job.
Emma: WTF!?!?? That’s fucking bullshit, Jake. I’m a large animal vet with 2 partners that are happy to cover for me. I wouldn’t have had an issue getting off of work and you know it.
Jake: I do know. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight.
Emma: No shit.
Emma: Are you okay?
Jake: Getting there. Charlie’s been doing my PT, I saw ortho and that’s healing okay. I have a video visit with a therapist tomorrow.
Emma: Therapist?
Jake: Diagnosed me with PTSD after the accident. I’m feeling better already but if I don’t go to therapy they’ll ground me longer.
Emma: The Navy grounding you will be the least of your worries once Mom finds out. I’m not gonna be the one telling her.
Jake: Thanks. I really am sorry. Any chance you’re coming this way in the next few days? I need the truck if you don’t.
Emma: How are you gonna drive it? Not sure how bad you hit your head but you need 2 feet for a manual.
Jake: I’m not, Charlie’s going to.
Emma: Did she get new furniture and not tell me?
Jake: No…it’s a lot to text. I’d rather tell you in person.
Emma: I’ve got a sick heifer to see in the morning but otherwise I’m free. I’ll be there around 11. I think Lee’s got a vet call in the area around 2 so I’ll see if he’ll take me back home so you can keep the truck.
Jake: Sounds good. Love you.
Emma: I’m still mad, but I love you too.
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Jake’s up before you and has a cup of coffee waiting as you stumble into the kitchen with a yawn.
“Don’t make plans tonight. I’ve got something in mind,” he says, leaning on his good leg before pulling you into his chest.
“Mmkay,” you yawn, snuggling into his chest like you’ve always wanted to with his hugs. “Can’t wait.”
“I told Emma last night, she’s going to come over around 11 so we can talk,” Jake cringes.
“Will she be gone by the time I get back?” You joke, all too familiar with her temper.
“Why? You scared?” He teases.
“Yes. I know you are too,” you laugh.
You let him hold you for a few minutes, both enjoying the intimacy.
“I’d ask you to join me in the shower but that’s an accident waiting to happen,” you smile, pulling away from his chest to press a kiss to his lips.
His eyes fall closed at your words. “Soon enough.”
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Jake stares at your butt in your scrubs from the porch as you walk to your car. You catch him looking as you open the door and quirk a brow at his sheepish grin.
“Can’t figure out if you’re wearing underwear, I didn’t see any panty lines.”
“You don’t get panty lines if you wear a thong,” you wink as you get in, laughing at the way his eyes widen.
You’re normally a no-show underwear kind of girl, but you felt like wearing something sexy today when Jake said he had plans.
You give him a little wave as you head to work.
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Jake had just finished his virtual visit with the therapist when Emma pulls up in his grandpa’s old Chevy that he and his dad fixed up together.
Emma gives him a bone-crushing hug before smacking him upside the head.
“Ow,” Jake grumbles, rubbing the spot she hit him.
“You deserve a lot more than that. You’re lucky you’re injured,” Emma says before bending down to greet Cash.
“So why does Charlie need the truck?” Emma asks, throwing Cash’s ball.
“She doesn’t. I’m taking her out tonight. Well, she’s driving but I’m planning it.”
“Taking her out where? Why do you need the truck for that?”
“Ray’s and then up to Breakneck Hill,” he responds, not looking at her.
“Isn’t that where you used take your dates to park?”
“Yep.”
It takes her a minute to catch on, but she jumps to her feet with a whoop when she does.
“Seriously?!” She laughs, “Man, it’s about fucking time.”
He looks at her puzzledly.
“You’ve been in love with each other for years,” she sighs. “That’s a great idea though. I just washed ‘er so the bed is clean. Want me to throw some blankets back there for you?”
“I didn’t think that far, but yeah, that’s a good idea.”
20 minutes later, Emma’s got the back of the truck filled with blankets and pillows, a perfect place to eat and watch the sunset.
“Perfect! Now you have a place to stretch out and bang. Do you need condoms? Wait no, forget them. I’m ready to be an auntie,” Emma says as she steps back to look.
“Uh, no. We haven’t-I mean, we aren’t-“ Jake stutters, flushing bright red.
“I’m kidding, Jesus. Don’t stroke out on me. Got anything for lunch?” Emma laughs, patting Jake on the shoulder, right where he’s bruised.
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Emma wraps his cast and stays nearby just in case he falls while he showers.
“Lee’s almost here,” Emma says, giving Jake another hug. “Let me know how it goes. And tell Charlie I’m not mad at her, just you.”
Jake rolls his eyes but hugs her back. “Will do. Thanks, Em, love ya.”
“Love you too, don’t forget to forget the condoms!” She replies as she heads out the door.
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You smile when you see Jake’s old truck in the driveway, wondering what he’s up to.
Jake’s asleep on the couch when you get inside, but he wakes up when you close the door.
“Oh hey, sorry I must’ve fallen asleep after Emma left,” he yawns.
“Let me change and I’ll be ready to go,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek and slipping off your top as you walk down the hall.
Jake sgets down the stairs and hobbles along to the driver's side of the truck, awkwardly opening the door for you.
“You want me to drive? I don’t think I’ve driven it since you got too wasted to drive at Clay Williams's graduation party,” you laugh, climbing up.
“Ugh, I can’t even smell Jäegermeister without gagging,” Jake shivers as he closes the door.
You lean over and open the passenger side, taking the crutches he hands over. He surprises you with how easily manages to get in with one leg.
“Where to?” You ask, pushing in the clutch and starting the truck.
“Ray’s,” he answers with a smile.
“Then to Breakneck to fool around?” You guess, wiggling your brows.
He nods. “Only if you want to, we don’t-“
“I want to. I’ve always wanted to,” you reply, leaving out how jealous you’d get when he’d take girls out there.
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An hour later you’re sharing a chocolate milkshake in the back of the truck. It’s just the two of you in the empty lot.
“I wonder what my mom would think of us being together,” you say as you watch the sunset. The sky is a beautiful canvas of pinks, oranges, and reds.
“I think she’d like it,” he replies.
A flicker of movement catches your eye and you hold your breath when a butterfly lands on the hand that’s holding yours. It rests for just a moment, slowly flapping its orange wings before flying away.
“Me too,” you whisper.
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“So what’s next? We ate our burgers, shared the milkshake, and watched the sunset. Is it a dry handjob while you rub me through my underwear for 10 seconds then ask if I came?”
“How’d you know?” He teases, leaning in for a kiss.
He kisses you slowly and lazily, committing every sigh to memory. As his tongue flicks yours you can’t help but imagine it elsewhere.
You soon grow impatient and find yourself straddling his lap again.
“Jake, touch me. Please?” You pant.
“‘Course sweetheart. Here?” He asks, pulling the top of your sundress down, exposing your braless chest to him. “Damn, Charlie,” he rasps, looking over your breasts hungrily before sucking a hardened bud into his mouth. His fingers come up to pay attention to the neglected side and he alternates; biting, sucking, and pinching you into a frenzy.
You find his free hand and bring it under your dress, running his fingers over the soaked material of your thong. He shudders when he feels the evidence of what he’s doing to you.
Before his fingers even touch you without the barrier of your underwear, you cry out, your fingers in his hair pull; your orgasm taking you both by surprise.
“Did you cum?” He chuckles breathlessly against your chest as you come down.
“I did,” you smirk, trying to catch your breath too as you climb off him, then unbuttoning his jeans. “Your turn, but I want to get my mouth on you.”
Your eyes widen as you pull him out. “Jesus. Not sure if you’ll fit, but I’m gonna try.”
“That’s not…I didn’t know that was an option-oh fuckkkk,” he gasps when you pull his tip into your mouth.
Your eyes drift closed and you moan at the salty taste of his precum. More you think as you swallow and suck more of him into your mouth, using your hands to stroke his base.
He’s making the hottest, most desperate sounds as his chest heaves. It hasn’t even been a minute before he’s warning you. “Char-Charlie, wait sweetheart. I’m gonna cum,” He pants, gently tugging at your hair to pull you off.
But you shake your head and moan; you want to taste it.
“Oh…oh God,” he whimpers as he finishes in your mouth, jolting when he feels you swallow his spend.
You pull up the top of your dress after you release it from your mouth and gently tuck him back into his jeans. He surprises you when he pulls you up for a deep kiss, groaning when he tastes himself on your tongue.
“You’re…that was…holy shit,” Jake chuckles. “So much better than a dry handjob.”
You laugh before pulling him back in for a kiss.
You’re so wrapped up in each other that you don’t notice the squad car pulling into the lot.
The smug voice of the local police officer over the megaphone has you jumping apart.
“Keep it in your pants ‘til you get home, Seresin. Don’t make me call your mama.”
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A/N: First date ✅
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