#i am so fucking happy that they HAVE that anger and that criticism
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PART 3 | AFTER FIVE YEARS
Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader
Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.
Warning: Angsty
AN: Here's the next part, my loves! This one is a little break from the happy side. Please comment so I can add you to the taglist. Happy race weekend!
“I hope you don't mind if I take Cael first to bed. I bet he is tired already from all the running,”
“Not at all, take all the time you need,” Carlos said.
Take all the time I need. Yeah. I wish I heard that from you five years ago.
You let Carlos in and have him wait in the living room. You make your way upstairs to Cael's designated room to take care of him.
“Mama, Uncle Chilli really looks like Papa,” Cael said to you while you're busy scrubbing his arms.
“You think so?” He might not have met Carlos before but you never deprived him with information about his father. You let Cael know who Carlos is and let him watch his races and interviews. It's the least thing you can do for him.
“Yes, Mama. He also sounds like Papa.” Cael said while playing with his bath toys. You were amazed by how observant your son is.
After giving him a quick shower and comfy pajamas, you tuck him in bed. Luckily, it didn't take too long for him to fall asleep.
“You had fun playing with Papa, hmm? I'll introduce him to you soon baby, not as Uncle Chilli. Please bear with Mama, okay?,” You whisper to your sleeping son while caressing his cheeks with the back of your index finger. You planted a kiss on his forehead before leaving his room.
You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath before stepping a foot on the stairs. The time finally came, you will now tell him about Cael and answer whatever he might ask. You saw Carlos seriously sitting at the couch. His aura is now different from a while ago. You slowly approach him but you remain standing in front of him to keep your distance.
“Hey,” You said to catch his attention.
“Is he asleep?” Carlos asked and did not even look at you. You simply nod and say yes to him. Both of you remain silent for a few seconds before he finally asks a question.
“Cael. Is he mine?”
“Yes, he is. I brought him here to meet you. But not this way obviously,”
“But- but why now? He is already four years old, Y/N! All these years why didn't you tell me about him!” You were taken aback when Carlos raised his voice.
“You stole four fucking years of my life not knowing I have a son. What kind of mother are you? How could you do this to me?” and there it is, Carlos dropped the bomb straight at you.
This conversation escalated so quickly that you didn't expect that Carlos would burst out in an outrage towards you. Your heart sank and you felt that all your blood rush into your head. You know that he could get mad about what you did. But you didn't expect that his anger would come with sharp critical comments about you.
And before you can even think about it, you find yourself matching his flames, releasing your inner madness and equally raising your voice towards him.
“I know that you would be mad at me, you have every right to be. But asking me how could I do this to you! Oh God, Carlos, you tell me! How could I do this to you!” and your tears started falling. You slightly moved towards Carlos and pointed a finger at him.
“I am not the one who cheated! I am not the one who was caught kissing another woman in his driver's room! I am not the one who filed the divorcement papers! And I'm not the one who left our home! Tell me Carlos, how could I do this to you! I literally found out I was pregnant with Cael the day you brought those papers and packed your bags. You have given up on us before I could even tell you!”
"How would I know that you want us in your life when you literally screwing another woman when we're still together! And don't even ask me about what kind of mother I am! Because you don't know what I’ve been through. You don't know how difficult it is to swallow my pride and set aside my resentment for my son to meet you, his father! The man who made me believe that he loves me! The man who cheated on me and left me broken. You don't know, Carlos! You don't know what I had to do! You don’t.” Your confession left Carlos unspoken. This is the first time you actually open up about what happened a few years ago.
His face has softened by what you said. You’re right, he doesn't know and he chose the wrong button to press when he questioned you. After hearing your side, he realizes that he is at fault for everything. But to be honest, asking why you didn't tell him wasn't the thing that upset you. You expect him to be asking that. But it's his tone and other questions that caught you off guard and made you ballistic.
“I'm sorry, Y/N. I-”
“You should go home, Carlos. I- I don't think I can do this right now,”
“But-”
“Please, Carlos. I beg of you,” you cut him off firmly before he can even finish his sentence. Carlos had no choice but made his way to the door and drove home.
You're on your bed staring at the ceiling. You can't fall asleep after having an intense conversation with your ex-husband. You know that you will have to explain things to him. But you didn't expect that it would turn that awful. The whole argument made it more difficult for you to introduce him to Cael.
So what now?
AN: How was the story so far guys? I hope you nailed spilling YN's line. Love y'all!
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18+ Obey me cast smut headcanons
18+ Don't take my warnings lightly love~
most of Obey me cast x gender neutral reader
Warnings: My opinion, dark kinks, swearing, talking about smut in detail, minors don't interact
Note: Consent is important kids! In all these situations consent is used. Later side characters are not displayed here, since I am not at that part in the story. Reblogs and constructive criticism is always appreciated!
Concept: How I believe sex would be like with the characters! A lot of these are shared opinions by the Obey Me community.
Word count: 858~
Lucifer
-Hard dom for sure
-Will sub for you under certain circumstances
-R.I.P the bed
-Uses you as a stress reliever (with consent)
-Loves tying you up
-Daddy kink
-Brat tamer
-Secretly likes it when you act out
-Is willing to share you with Diavolo
Mammon
-Switch but with a sub lean
-Loves lap dances
-Wil try to use money during sex
-Strip games, especially poker
-Would love a sugar daddy/mommy lifestyle
-Would love being the sugar daddy but would also love you playing that role
-Praise kink 100%
-Will want cuddles for a long time afterwards
-You are his human. No one else's, so sharing is off the table
-Just really wants to make you happy
-Loves watching you play with yourself
-Also is a brat in the sheets, if ya catch my drift
-Loves the pain <3
Leviathan (This being very long is my way of saying happy birthday to my baby boy <3)
-I also believe he is a switch with a sub lean
-Tail fucking
-Two cocks
-Underwear thief
-Loves being degraded and praised so…go to town!
-Needs constant reassurance so please give him some.
-A great way of easing him into it, is sexting and phone sex
-All the hentai he has seen definitely fucked his expectations up
-He also got like a couple of dark kinks because of it
-Hentai addiction, but will imagine you as one of the characters
-Is really into cuckolding, but is too shy to say anything about it
-When figuring out a kink you have to help him out since he is too shy to talk about it
-Does not last long in the beginning, but you can help him build it up over time
-There is a good chance that he is a virgin. He does masturbate a lot though
-PERVERT
-You have to start intimate moments because of his insecurities
-That being said, when he is jealous that is definitely not the case
-Will want to have sex in the infamous bathtub
-Whether it is actually going to happen is up too you
-But if you are willing to do it in said bathtub he will put tons of soft blankets and mattresses in there
-Role play
-When he role plays as a character he likes he is way more confident
Satan
-Hard dom just like his daddy
-Uses you as a way to relive his anger and frustration which is often
-Always with consent
-Pet play <3
-Cockwarming while reading
-Fucks you while reading
-Reads smut in public places
-Also fucks in public places <3
-The library is a popular pick, so uhh have fun?
Asmodeus
-The definition of a switch
-This man has tried it all
-Certified sex god
-A sex toy collection larger then Diavolo's castle
-Voyourism and exhibitionist
-Would be the most likely to share you sexually
-Especially with Solomon
-VERY experimental
-Very high sexdrive so goodluck!
-Has his little checklist in his room of where you have and haven't fucked yet
-Moans his own name
Beelzebub
-The definition of a service top
-Food play
-Good at head
-He is super sweet and gentle with you
-Is obviously willing to share you with Belphegor
-2 for 1 deal!
-Will suggest doing it in at the gym or sport locker rooms
-Does not like to do it often, but will do it more if you want to!
Belphegor
-Switch
-Hard dom and power bottom
-60% of the time will let you do most of the work
-A wild card you never know what to expect
-Might play with the concept with consent
-Knive play
-What i am trying to say, is that he likes his sex dark if that makes sense
-Has fantasies of kidnapping you with Beel
-Will use his powers to make you dream about sex
-Gets turned on when he sees you sleeping
-Will fuck you when you are asleep if you give him your blessing
Diavolo
-Soft dom
-R.I.P the bed and the floor, and.. you get the jist
-This man fucks and he fucks HARD
-Breeding kink
-Please read my sugar daddy fics of this man to get a better idea of how he is like
Barbatos
-Also a service dom
-Will stop in the middle of sex if Diavolo or visitors need him
-He is a busy man, so don't expect a lot
-Tail fucking
-This man is a mystery, so he will definitely keep you on your toes
Simeon
-Switch?? Maybe soft dom
-We don't have enough in game material to make confident statements
-The only way you would get there is by a very very very motivated corruption kink
-Congrats! You made him fall from grace
-Will still keep a lot of his angelic traits when he falls. He will be gentle
-Secretly has a lot of pent up anger so good luck with that
Solomon
-Switch
-He is a wild card man (just like Belphegor)
-You can never quite expect what is going to happen next
-Definitely puts his powers to good use
-If you are okay with it, he will invite Asmo to join in
-May or may not be your side hoe when you are in the human realm for a little too long
(Plz i need someone to write about this and tag me)
Started on and finished on: 8th of april 2023
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Is it really hate? - NSFW
A/n: So, this is my first post here in Tumblr... i was very nervous about posting it, but my mom didn´t raise a coward so here i am. I hope you all enjoy it, and please be kind, i´m not a native speaker and my anxious ass could´ve ommited something. :)
Words: 2k.
Prohero! Bakugo x reader
Warnings: NSFW themes, cunnilinguis, hate fucking?, lots of cursing.
Summary: You work for Bakugo at his agency, but your job is not that easy... Bakugo and you hate each other... or at least that´s what you thought.
You hated Katsuki Bakugo. No. You loathed him with every fiber of your body…
He had been an egocentric annoying bastard since UA, constantly criticizing you and making stupid comments about your lack of talent in your field. He hated you too, that was pretty obvious. But you think that God hated you the most because you ended up working for him in his agency after the one you were working on had closed.
You didn´t know why he had accepted your job application, maybe just to keep torturing you like he used to back in high school, but today he had crossed the line…
“This is bullshit” He said making a disgusted face while holding the gauntlets you had invested an entire month to design and made “I didn´t ask for this shit”
“I just thought that you'd like an upgrade or two…”
“Are you kidding me? I´m not paying you to be “creative”, I´m fucking paying you to make what you are fucking asked for”
“I didn´t mean any- “
“Shut your fucking hole and listen for the first time in your shitty life, Y/N!” you opened your eyes in complete shock. He had a shitty attitude, that was true, but he had never talked to you like this, and you weren´t going to tolerate a man to treat you like that, not even if that man was your boss. So, you stood up from your sit and closed the distance between you and him while holding a finger up.
“Don´t you fucking dare to talk to me like that!”
“I´m your fucking boss”
“So, what!? You think you can treat your employees like shit whenever you are having a fucking bad day!?” you raised your voice “I´m tired of your shitty attitude, not just to me but to the entire building! I have thanked you enough for the opportunity you gave me while nobody did, but I can´t and won´t take this shit anymore! I´ve tolerated you enough for years!”
“You are free to go then”
“Yes! I know! That’s why I´m fucking quitting this job right now! You will have my resignation letter first thing on the morning” you turned on your heels.
“Who are you going to work for? Nobody´s gonna give you what I gave for your shitty work” you froze. You were fuming. Was he fucking serious?
“You didn´t say that…” you said trying to control yourself.
“I fucking did” you snapped.
“You are a fucking bastard, Bakugo!” you turned so fast that you almost broke your neck but you didn´t care at the moment. “I´ve designed for Shoto, for Deku, for Uravity and even the damned Hawks, and they all were amazed by my fucking work! It´s just you the one that don´t recognize me! Why!? Why are so obsessed with making my life a living hell!?”
Bakugo stayed silent and it was your turn to speak “I hate you! I´ve always hated you ´cause you´ve been a bully for all of us! I don´t even know why such a nice guy like Eijiro can be your friend! You don´t deserve him! You don´t even deserve to be a fucking hero! I´m SO happy that Deku turned out to be the number one… ´cause he does deserve it. He is so much better than you…” you were just a few inches from him, and even with Bakugo towering over you, you didn´t back out. The tension was evident and suffocating...
“You done?” he said with a blank expression.
“I´m sure that Deku´ll hire me. He mentioned he wanted me in his agency not long ago. I´ll be better in there”
“You serious?” Bakugo contorted his face with something similar to pain and anger.
“Course I am. I´ve never been surer about something like this in my entire life” you turned again with the intention of getting out of the room, you had said enough... but then something in Bakugo´s head just broke, so he held your wrist with a strong but not painful grip. He couldn´t let you go, not now, not never. He had always been asshole with you, that was true, but he did like and admire your work. You were amazing in what you did, but he had had a terrible day, no... a terrible week since the last attack of a villain and the media critizing him for everything he did or didn´t. He was tired... He was angry... And he didn´t know how to exprese it if it was not through his shitty attitude towards of whoever was in front of him at the moment...
“What the fuck are you doing!?” you tried to shake your arm free “I´m gonna scream if you don´t let me go”
“Do you really mean it?” Bakugo asked.
“What?”
“Do you really hate me?” you scoffed.
“After all you´ve done and said to me, that has to be pretty obvious, don´t you think?” Bakugo smiled. A sarcastic smile that had your head spinning from rage “What´s so funny!?”
“You´re so fucking sexy when you´re mad…”
“You gotta be kidding me” your expression turned from rage to complete shock.
“Not at all”
“Are you insane? Did you hit your head or something?”
“I fucking hate you too… you get on my nerves every damn time and I can barely stand you.” Bakugo put his free hand on your waist and you let him, listening close to what he has to say. “But you are a tease, you´ve always been… and so pretty and smart too” his lips were on your neck, sucking a little on the skin of your throat. You moaned because of his words... “Those fucking skirts and shorts you constantly used back in UA… always bending in front of all of us.” you tried to protest but he bit your neck “Are you gonna fucking tell me that you didn´t notice the huge erection on shitty Deku´s pants when he came to the office and you were wearing that slutty red dress of yours?”
“I didn´t” He raised his head to look you directly in the eyes. He huffed. He knew you weren´t that naive.
“Even nice guy Kirishima was constantly glaring at your cleavage” He smirked “The walls in our apartment are thin, you know? I´m pretty sure he jerked off thinking about you that night. I heard some noises coming from his room…”
Something in you snapped again but in a different way. You knew that Bakugo was a good looking man with the body of lust demon, but you had ignore it because of his personality “What about you?” you purred, feeling a little brave and honestly, turned on.
“I wanted to fuck you on that same table. Bend you over in front of everyone and make you scream my name, punish you for being such a slut in front of all of them” He kissed you hungrily and you responded moaning higher when his tongue got into your mouth, exploring the inside of your mouth and battling for dominance with your own tongue.
Bakugo softly moved his hands to under your knees to lift you up like if you weight nothing and then proceeded to put you on the table. He stopped for a minute to confirm that you wanted this to happen, and when you nodded with half lifted eyes, he started to slowly take off your blouse.
His complete attention was now redirected towards your breasts still covered in the lacy of the bra, he massaged your boobs and kissed them with such dedication that your pussy throb at the sensation. You knew he was damn good at this and hasn’t even done anything yet.
Bakugo kissed you again, this time a little bit softer. You didn’t know he were capable of such display of softness towards anyone. He was always rude and honestly, insufferable, so you felt yourself a very lucky person for being the one receiving this treatment.
“Lay on the table” he said softly and you happily obeyed. Where did your hatred run? You didn´t know and you didn´t care, not with Bakugo positioning himself between your legs.
Bakugo lowered his head towards your sex and put your knees on his shoulders to have a better access. You moaned when his lips kissed your inner thigh and bit the same area seconds after.
“Be sure to not cover your mouth, ok? I wanna hear you moan my name” Bakugo moved your panties to the side and with a flat tongue started to taste your pussy. Just the first lick took to heaven you and back. You didn’t know how he did it, but the sensation was like nothing you had experienced before. He had a golden tongue, a real prodigy of oral sex. He knew where your most sensitive parts were just by the little sighs you let escape.
He sucked your clit a couple of times after that and continued giving licks to your pussy lips, but your moans got louder when he put his tongue inside you and started tongue fucking you like there was no tomorrow. Your hands flew to his hair and you pulled a little rough, he groaned satisfied. You could feel the little smile that formed on his face.
“Omg…” you sighed “Don´t stop. I´m close. Please, don’t stop” he pulled out his tongue to redirect it to your clit and then inserted a finger and curved it to massage your insides. You closed your thighs when the feeling was too much and almost suffocated him, but he didn’t stop there, fortunately.
“Say my name…” he groaned without taking out the finger inside you.
“Bakugo…” you moaned.
He inserted another finger and moved the both of them a little faster “I said ´my name´, not my last name, pretty girl”
You were close… so close. You knew that if you didn’t answer to him the way he wanted you to, he could stop and ruin your orgasm, so you obliged “Katsuki…” you whispered.
“Didn’t hear you”
“Oh, Katsuki, please, let me cum” you moaned again. He smiled and helped you with his mouth, sucking your clit again, oh, so heavenly…
“Cum on my face, doll. C´mon, make a mess” he said and you did so. Your pussy contracted against his digits and your entire body convulsed on the table. Katsuki let you ride your orgasm using his entire face, and when you were done, he stood up with a proud face and your juices on his mouth, chin, nose and even his right cheek. That made you smile with a dumb post orgasmic face.
“Was I that good?” he joked for the first time in years after seing your cute face… you laughed.
You sat up after a couple of minutes, your eyes immediately focusing on the erection that he wasn’t trying to cover from you.
“Can I help you?” you suggested and he nodded with a lopsided smile.
“Use your words, pretty boy” you teased with a seductive voice.
“I´m not gonna fucking-¨ you cut him off with a kiss.
“I was just joking… I know that big great Dynamight himself would never beg, not even for a blowjob” you laughed and his face softened.
You got up, pushed Katsuki a little to make room for you and proceeded to kneel down… but just when you where ready to put his pants down, a low knock was heard on the door. You looked up to Katsuki with big surprised eyes.
“Yeah?” his voice harsher than normal. You pinched his thigh and he flinched a little.
“Uhm, Mr. Dynamight, sir?” the voice of your assistant was heard. You stood up immediately. “I- uhm, sorry to bother you, but Miss Y/N and I have a meeting in 15 minutes…”
“Fuck…” you groaned while getting up and clothed again. “Yeah!” you shouted “I´ll be with you in a minute”
Katsuki stood there, just looking at you, his face unreadable. You finished fixing your hair the better you could.
When you were presentable, you faced Katsuki. He had something similar to a pout painted on his face.
“We´ll talk about this later… I promise” you said… He avoided your eyes, and then nodded.
“Yeah, whatever”
You took the papers you had brought to the meeting and opened the door to encounter your assistant blushing to her ears.
“Omg, how much did you hear?” you mumbled while closing the door behind you.
“All of it…”
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I am fucking hoping so hard that James somerton is still here. He did some shitty fucking things, a lot of shitty things, but those actions could never warrant anything like this.
James does not deserve to have a YouTube career anymore, he does not deserve to be a trusted source of important information, but he absolutely deserves to live. Even if I never want to see his videos again, I want him on this earth. I want him to have a chance to do better. I want him to have a chance to be happy without hurting others.
And even if he fails to do better, to make up for what he’s done, I still want him alive.
Also,, this is not James somerton’s victim’s fault, nor is it hbomberguy’s fault. Nor is it the fault of the many people who came forward criticizing somerton in good faith, and expressing their anger without saying shit about his appearance or encouraging him to die. They had every right to do that.
But anyone who is celebrating or has publicly expressed that James should die, you are doing something incredibly shitty. You are not helping anyone, especially not the people somerton hurt the most. You are within your rights to be furious with him, to hate him, to criticize all the shit he’s done, I couldn’t begrudge you that. But seriously calling for, or celebrating, his potential death is way too far! Do not do that!
And, for the record, if this is a ploy for sympathy, if James lying, I will still mean everything I said.
I understand why people would not be able to trust anything he says, including the note he posted, he’s muddied the waters enough to make that all too conceivable. I don’t know what to believe either, he has destroyed his credibility.
Ultimately though, my point is that wishing death upon this guy makes shit worse for everyone, regardless of past or current circumstances. Whatever the truth ends up being, I think this is something worth posting.
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Our Little Secret (Part 33)
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap,
"Alright, let's eat," Cillian's father announced, bringing everyone back to reality but Frank shook his head.
"You cannot possibly pretend that you are okay with this, dad!" he said, looking at his father with anger. "How can you sit here and pretend that this is okay? This is my stepdaughter for Christ's sake!" he spat, gesturing to you and Cillian before dropping another insult.
"But hey, bravo, Y/N! Your slutty behavior got you a sugar and a baby daddy, all in one, so I am sure you are proud of yourself," Frank went on, causing Cillian's face to grow dark with anger.
"Shut up, Frank," Cillian ground out, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "This is the mother of my child who you are talking about," he snapped, before turning to you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder and you couldn't help but feel your heart sink at Frank's harsh words. You had never intended to cause any problems or hurt anyone's feelings, especially not Cillian's family. But it seemed that no matter what you did, you couldn't escape the judgment and criticism.
"Yes, she is because, clearly, she is too young and naive to use birth control," Frank sneered, not holding back any punches.
You could feel the tension in the room growing as Cillian's grip on your shoulder tightened.
"Please, Frank, enough," Cillian said, his voice strained but Frank was not listening.
"No, Cillian! You slept with a fucking child and don't see anything wrong with it," Frank shouted, unable to control his anger.
Cillian's grip on my shoulder tightened further, his body rigid with fury as he glared at his brother. "Frank, I said enough," he growled, his voice dangerously low.
But Frank was not deterred. He pointed a finger at you, his eyes filled with disgust and contempt. "And you, Y/N. You think this is all just a game, don't you?" he asked while even your mother tried to hold him back.
"No Frank, I don't think that this is a game at all and I am no child. I am adult and have been for quite some time. I never asked for anything from you and mum and I never asked for anything from Cillian either. I was going to have an abortion and get on with my life, but you know what?" you suddenly stood up, causing the entire room to fall silent as you took a deep breath, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped down your cheek. "I am glad that Cillian stopped me from being so selfish. He wanted me to keep the baby and I am glad that I did as we both love her unconditionally, which is not something that seems to be the norm when it comes to my own upbringing," you stated, holding Mara tighter as she snuggled herself comfortably against your chest. "Nobody has ever wanted me for who I am. First my mother sent me overseas, then my father sent me back and then the two of you kicked me out because I fell for a man I shouldn't have. But you know what - I thank for it now because I am happy for once, with your brother, so there is that. You can keep on ranting all you want Frank, but nothing is going to change," you continued, speaking your mind before taking a deep breath, leaving everyone else in the room speechless.
"I am sorry for ruining your birthday," you then finally said to Cillian's mother, knowing that all this trouble and rage was the result of your presence.
"Don't be silly," Cillian's mother replied with a smile, patting your hand comfortingly. "Family is always messy. Always will be. Family drama is nothing new for me. Besides, I am glad that you and Mara are here. She's quite something," she said fondly, admiring a sleeping Mara while Frank rolled his eyes.
"Whatever," Frank muttered, pushing his chair back and standing up abruptly. "I can't handle this crap anymore." he asked angrily, gesturing toward you with a flick of his wrist before walking off. He clearly needed to calm down and collect himself before returning to the table but, honestly, you couldn't care less about his feelings in that moment.
You were fed up with his constant judgement and criticism. Fed up with him acting like he had some sort of authority over you. Fed up with being treated like a child instead of the adult that you were. You deserved respect and dignity, just like everyone else.
"Let's just enjoy the rest of our breakfast," Cillian's father suggested, trying to diffuse the tension but your heart was still racing with anger and frustration.
You barely touched your food as you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and sadness wash over you. This wasn't how you wanted things to go. You didn't want to cause a scene or upset anyone, but sometimes the truth can be hurtful.
After breakfast, your mother excused herself to check on Frank, leaving you and Cillian alone with his parents at the table.
You could feel the tension radiating from Cillian's body as his grip on his coffee cup grew tighter and tighter.
"I'm sorry," you whispered softly, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "I didn't mean to make things any worse by speaking up," you told him but he turned to you, his eyes filled with sadness and regret.
"No, you did the right thing," he said, squeezing your hand. "You did well," Cillian assured you, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your temple. But you couldn't shake off the guilt and sadness.
"I just wish things could be different," you said quietly, staring down at your untouched plate.
"Hey," Cillian said, lifting your chin with his finger to look at him. "Things are different. We are different. And that's okay because we are together. We have each other and we have Mara," he reassured you, his gaze steady while his mother looked on with awe.
"Thank you," you whispered, leaning into his touch as you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur as everyone tried their best to avoid any further confrontations. Your mother and you were careful to avoid any topics that might trigger Frank and Cillian's parents were equally cautious not to upset anyone as you celebrated Cillian's mother's birthday.
As the day drew to a close, you found yourself lying in bed next to Cillian, your bodies entwined as you tried to drift off to sleep.
Mara was fast asleep in her crib, her soft breathsicle lullaby that filled the air.
You couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you as you listened to Cillian's steady heartbeat, your bodies pressed close together. You trailed your fingers gently up and down his chest, marveling at the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.
Despite everything that had happened earlier in the day, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Cillian's presence in your life. You wouldn't have changed anything, not even the mistakes you had made.
Because they had led you to Cillian, and he was worth it all. You shifted closer to him, your breasts brushing against his chest, your nipples hardening at the contact. Cillian's grip on you tightened, and you felt him stirring against your hips.
You had been brave today, louder and stronger than you ever thought possible, and now it was time to let go.
"I love you Y/N," Cillian murmured, caressing your face gently as he traced your lips with his thumb, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill run down your spine.
"I want you so bad," you whispered in response, your eyes glazing over with desire.
"I want you too babe, but you know we can't. You haven't healed yet," Cillian reminded you, his voice heavy with restraint.
"Yes, I do know that. But it doesn't mean I can't still pleasure you," you murmured suggestively, pressing a soft kiss to his chest and causing Cillian to groan.
"No, please. I want to wait until I can be inside you again," Cillian pleaded, but you could hear the desire in his voice, the longing.
You traced your fingers up his chest, teasingly, before resting your hand on his crotch. You could feel his erection, hard and straining against his boxers, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of power.
"Fuck Y/N, you are not playing a fair game," Cillian gasped as you traced your fingers over his length, feeling him twitch beneath your touch.
"Why should I? You are the one denying me something I want so badly," you replied, keeping your voice low and seductive.
You could hear the struggle in Cillian's voice as he tried to resist your touch.
"Mara," he gasped, reminding you of your daughter sleeping soundly in her crib.
You glanced over at your baby, but saw that she was still fast asleep, her breathing deep and steady.
"She's asleep. You just have to be quiet," you told him. You wanted him, needed him, and you were determined to have him.
Slowly, you pulled down his boxers, exposing his erect cock to the cool air.
Cillian hissed at the contact, his hips jerking slightly as you wrapped your hand around his shaft.
"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, his voice low and deep.
You smirked at him, your hand moving slowly up and down his length, feeling him grow harder and harder in your grasp.
"Sshh," you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear.
Cillian's breathing grew labored, his fingers tightening in the sheets as you continued to stroke him.
"I don't know if I can keep quiet," he admitted, his voice strained.
You chuckled softly in response, your hand continuing to move up and down his length.
"Well, you better find a way," you whispered, leaning in to brush a kiss against his lips.
Cillian groaned as you deepened the kiss, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair. You could feel his hips thrusting upwards, seeking more friction as you continued to stroke him.
Breaking the kiss, you trailed your lips down his chest, your tongue flicking out to taste his skin.
"I need you to cum down my throat so that we don't stain your parents' sheets," you whispered hoarsely, your hand still working its magic on his cock as you adjusted your position.
Cillian hissed at your words, his hips bucking upwards as you took him into your mouth.
You sucked him deep, your tongue swirling around his tip as you tasted his arousal.
"Yes, just like that," Cillian groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair as you took him deeper into your mouth.
You hollowed out your cheeks, creating a vacuum as you sucked him harder and faster.
"Fuck, Y/N," Cillian hissed, "I am close."
You moaned in response, your hand still working its magic on his base as you sucked him deeper.
Cillian couldn't hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, he came down your throat, his cum filling your mouth as you swallowed every last drop.
You released him with a pop, licking your lips clean as you looked up at him with a satisfied grin.
Cillian's chest was heaving as he looked down at you, a mixture of lust and admiration in his eyes.
"You are unbelievable," he said, his voice husky with pleasure.
You grinned up at him, feeling empowered by your ability to make him lose control like that. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," you teased, running your fingers along his thighs.
Cillian's hands were still gripping the sheets tightly, and you could see that he was still partially hard. "Do you want more?" you asked, raising an eyebrow seductively.
"No," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But I want to return the favor when we get back home tomorrow," he told you, ensuring to place emphasis on those words.
"I am still bleeding Cillian," you told him as you leaned your head against his shoulder.
"I know," Cillian assured you before planting a kiss on your forehead. "But I've got an idea," he said, a mischievous look in his eye before pulling you closer into his arms.
The two of you lay there for a few moments, enjoying each other's warmth and comfort before the sound of a door opening caught your attention followed by two familiar voices, arguing with one another.
"I am so sick of this, Frank," your mother said, her voice strained. "You cannot keep behaving like this. It's not fair. She is still my daughter," she went on, her voice cracking as she tried to hold back tears.
"She might be your daughter but she is clearly out of line, whoring around with my brother, a 46-year old man," Frank retorted harshly, causing you to flinch at his cruel words.
"Enough," Cillian barked, his voice firm as he got out of bed abruptly before walking towards the door to address your mother and Frank who smelled of alcohol.
"Frank, I don't know what your problem is, but I am tired of this bullshit," Cillian said as his face twisted in anger, which is when Frank leashed out towards Cillian without warning, swinging his fist towards his jaw.
The yelling woke up Mara, causing her to start crying at the top of her lungs just as, suddenly, you heard a loud thud.
"Oh my god Frank, what did you do?" you then heard your mother shout as Mara's cries filled the house and you quickly picked her up before racing out of the room to see the damage that had been done.
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Lick me like a lollipop ✒︎ Billy Loomis x GN reader
Warnings: SMUT, Infidelity, Stu is annoying (lol), oral (male receiving), edging, unedited.
Note: Afab or amab people apply for this <33
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It was Tatum. She had gotten me addicted to freaking lollipops after I told her I have an oral fixation. Apparently she does too, and Stu was very happy about it, if you know what I mean.
It was Friday after last period, I was at my locker with Billy, Stu and Sid putting away my books -- with a lollipop in my mouth, of course -- before we all left to Stu's house to get ready for movie night. It was a routine at this point, every Friday night after class we'd go to Stu's house to wait for Tatum to get out of practice and bring Randy over from work with a scary movie to watch and criticize all night long until one of us got too tired to continue the pointless debate.
"Stu, we watched that one last Friday!" I said for the third time, patience long gone. This was the fourth week he suggested watching Halloween.
"But it's Jamie Lee Curtis, man! She's hot as fuck! I bet Randy would be on my side here, you guys are no fun." Stu replied with a huff.
"Yeah, because he has a weird obsession with her too." I replied, rolling my eyes as I pulled the lollipop out of my mouth, it releasing a soft pop sound because of the suction.
There was a brief pause, Stu smirked at my actions and shamelessly looked at my lips when I pulled the sugary bulb out of my mouth. Billy was staring too, but he was subtle. His eyes raked from my eyes to my lips, lingering a tad bit more than usual before he took a deep breath and glared at Stu. "Shut up about it will you? We're watching Psycho. It was decided last Friday, dumbass."
"Can we all leave the argument for tonight? It's too early for this." Sidney said, closing her locker before we walked out of college and made our way to Stu's house.
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Once everyone arrived at Stu's house, we didn't take long to settle and start the debate about the movie because Stu couldn't keep his mouth shut. His argument was that Psycho isn't even that good because you can't see the color red of the blood therefore it's not scary. Randy and Tatum were practically arguing about the topic while Sidney laughed at their unnecessarily serious discussion.
"All I'm staying is; what makes a movie scary is the blood, man!" Stu commented.
"Stu, it's a classic black and white movie. Plus, horror isn't all about the blood and gore." Randy countered, and Tatum agreed. "See? That's what I've been telling you doofus!" She told Stu, and he laughed at her slight anger.
I decided to pitch in and attempted to cut the conversation to continue watching the movie. "Guys, it's not that serious. Stu is clearly too basic with horror movies-" "Am not! I bet you haven't watched nearly as many horror movies as me and Billy!" Stu cut me off, and I pointed at him with my third lollipop of the day. "Not fair! Two people versus one person's movie knowledge? That's not how it works Stu." I countered and Billy placed his beer bottle on the glass table loud enough that it caught everyone's attention.
"You guys are being idiots and I need a refill." The man said, and I quickly stood up from the couch as I put the lollipop in my mouth and followed Billy to the garage.
When we arrived at the door, Billy opened it before me so I could climb down the stairs first. I pulled the lollipop out of my mouth before sending him a small smile of appreciation, and his eyes scanned my lips before he caught my gaze and smirked at me. As I climbed down the stairs I could feel his eyes on my back, so I purposefully walked a bit slower, adding a bit of swing to my hips.
When I opened the fridge and bent down to look for the beers, I felt one of Billy's large hands on my lower back. "Need help carrying those?" He questioned, following my gaze as I leaned up to face him. Placing some beer bottles on the table next to the fridge, I took the lollipop out of my mouth again to answer "yes", and he visibly tensed up at my actions.
"You really need to stop doing that." Billy said, voice lower than usual. I looked at him questioningly and before I could pull the pop out of my mouth again, he did it for me and put it in his mouth, pulling it out a second later. "This." He said.
I raised an eyebrow and smirked, took the lollipop out of his hand and repeated his actions before I discarded the candy in the trash next to the fridge. "Can't handle your imagination, Loomis?" I asked teasingly and he took a step forward, towering over me. A tense silence washed over both of us before he closed the gap and kissed me softly as he placed his hand on my hip and pressed me against him.
"Billy, Sidney is upstairs. We agreed not to risk it like this..." I said, reminding him that our ongoing affair could cost us a lot.
"I don't care... You've been driving me crazy all day sucking on that lollipop." He replied and kissed me again, this time more desperate and needy. It didn't take long for us to start playing with each-others tongues, tasting the sweetness off the candy we had been savoring earlier.
I pulled Billy's hair softly with my left hand and grabbed his shirt with the right, pulling him impossibly close to me. We continued making out hungrily and then he broke the kiss, leaning on the edge of the table and pulling me towards him, parting my thighs with his leg so I could rub myself against him.
As I continued kissing Billy, he moved my head towards his neck and I knew what he wanted instantly, so that's what I did. I kissed my way down his body and kneeled down in front of him. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans for me before pulling his throbbing cock out and I opened my mouth for him. Billy smirked at me and tapped the head of his cock against my tongue a few times before sliding half of his length in. I started bobbing my head up and down slowly, moaning softly around his length while looking up at him with the most innocent look I could give him. That drove him crazy, so Billy grabbed the back of my head and started to thrust into my mouth, slowly picking up the pace.
We moved together in unison, never breaking eye contact. I moaned and whined around him while sucking, pushing him closer to his orgasm, and as I felt him getting close I slowed down my movements, edging him. Billy loved it. He hissed at the sudden change of speed and bucked his hips so his cock penetrated deeper inside my mouth. I pushed his length all the way inside and then pulled my head away, opening my mouth with my tongue sticking out. I licked the tip of his cock as if I were licking a lollipop, then I sucked, and licked, and sucked, and licked, and;
"Oooh fuck..." Billy moaned. The sensation of his most sensitive spot being overstimulated was enough to get him close again. I noticed the tension building up and I giggled at the neediness he was displaying. Taking him all the way inside my mouth, I continued bobbing my head like I was before and looked up at him once more, observing how he panted and threw his head back in pleasure.
"Fuck, baby... Open up." Billy said and I did as I was told, sucking a few more times before opening my mouth for him, tongue sticking out for him to cum inside me. I chuckled at his attempt of him trying to keep quiet while the orgasm washed over his body. I swallowed his load in front of him, licking my lips and biting my lip afterwards.
Standing up in front of him, he kissed me and tasted himself on my lips. "You're so good at giving head, my God." He said and chuckled, before zipping his pants up, along with his belt and fixing his hair.
"I know." I said, smirking at him before pulling another lollipop from my pocket and putting it in my mouth.
"Leave your window open tonight, we're not finished here." He said and kissed me one final time before picking up the beers from the table and joining the group as if he hadn't gotten his soul sucked out of him a few minutes prior.
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Belly Dancer - 7
Warning: smut oral f/m receiving, language, angst(and fluff don't worry I don't wanna make you sad), mention of bullying, mention of anger issues and so on.
“Tell me a secret.” You said as you sat on the kitchen island in Harry’s white shirt.
He was cooking on the stove with his back to you, wearing a grey t-shirt.
“Hm, let me think about it.” He hummed, turned around to face you. “My father taught me how to use a gun when I was just twelve. Till now, never missed a shot.”
“Nah, that’s old news, tell me something I don’t know.”
“How is that old news?”
“It’s kinda obvious, you know?”
“No, I don’t, explain.” His eyebrows were furrowed.
“A guy at your age in that business, the way you were so confident using guns. That expertise with guns doesn’t come within two years of practice. It means that you’ve been around guns and weapons long enough. You never spoke of your dad at all, like he never existed, which also means that he had a hand in this.” You spoke, confidently.
“And you caught all that when we were firing the other day?” He asked, kind of surprised.
“Yes.”
“You’re bright, y/n.” He smiled. “Tell me a secret about you, too.” He said and you had to think about it as he turned off the stove.
“I got into a fight when I was younger, I kinda hurt the girl bad.”
“Oh, what happened?”
“I guess I had an anger issue. I’m not a person that you can get them angry easily, but once I’m angry, hell’s breaking loose. She was my friend and we were good until she started dressing differently and started ignoring me like we were never friends at all. One day we were in the same group and she made fun of my clothes in front of the whole class.” You bit your lip to hide the smirk. “I didn’t like criticism much, so I grabbed her and in the next second we were fighting and punching each other.”
“Are you happy that you did that?” He asked, noticing your smirk.
“I’d be lying if I said I am not. I am happy that I didn’t let her do that to me, no one is allowed to bully me or treat me like I’m nobody. To be honest, I like intimidating people. Since that fight, nobody at school had ever said anything to me that I didn’t like.” You looked him in the eyes and his smile widened.
Other guys might be intimidated by what you said, but he wasn’t. He appreciated that you were a person that didn’t let people walk all over her. It made him feel like he had a female version of himself.
“I did that at elementary school as well, by the way. I scratched and pulled the hair of the bully in my school. She was a bitch that deserved to be scratched in the face. She told me I had bad hair, that I was ugly every damn day. I tried being a good girl till I just snapped, I couldn’t let her bring me down. Think I might still have this trait. Wouldn’t give it up, though, even it makes me appear like a violent person. People need to stay the fuck away from me if they ever think they can bully me and just walk away, fuck no.” You said, with zero regret.
He walked towards you, put his hands on either side of you on the kitchen island, gave you a big smirk.
“Badass, aren’t you?”
“I am, Gatsby.” You smiled as he gave you a peck on the lips.
“How about I give you another session so you can learn how to use guns properly?”
“I like the idea.”
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You both stood in the same field that you stood in a month back with new green bottles on display for you to shoot. The weather was hot so pulling your hair up into a big bun was the best option. Harry was thinking that you might need to let your anger out on something that wouldn’t be hurt. He was damn right, the amount of anger you had was unbearable. The mixed-up feelings you had sometimes wouldn’t even let you concentrate on just one feeling, you were so angry at everything, no fear of anything, but on the other hand, there was this little girl inside you that was in a corner afraid of everything, defeated and so soft she could break.
Without realizing it, Harry was trying to help you and you felt that, but to you it seemed like he was trying to provide things to you, but you provided nothing. What could you give to a guy like Harry who already had everything?
Harry was trying to teach you how to shoot far targets, but you were failing terribly and he’d tease you with this. Until a car pulled over next to yours only for you to watch Michael get out of it with an expression you thought it was anger.
“Harry, minute please?” Michael asked as he looked you up and down. He didn’t like you.
“Okay, Harry I’ll be in the car, I have to call Sam anyways.” You said, excusing yourself. Harry nodded to you and put one of the guns in the wooden box as he said to Michael once they were all alone.
“What was that?”
“Bringing a girl to our field is okay by me, but what the fuck is it with you spending all your time with her? You didn’t show up, not even a call, you’re not answering your phone.” Michael said, trying to maintain his annoyance.
“Are we married or something? I’m having fun, what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing’s wrong, H. But this’s got to stop, we’re fucked, Harry, we’re in a hole, we need to get the deal out of Ray, you hear me?” Michael huffed.
Harry cracked his knuckles and rolled his eyes, “We’ll have to get another deal out of any other person we know.”
“No, H, that’s not possible, we specifically want Russian arms and Ray is the only one that can provide us the supplies in such short notice.”
“I tried, Mike. I called him, he was pissed that I kicked him out of the after-party. I’m not sucking his balls to get this deal, okay?”
“I know he’s a piece of shit, but we have to convince him. Let y/n give him the dance he asked for, women have charm.”
“Are you out of your mind?” Harry spat.
“What else do you have in mind? This happened in the first place because of her.”
“So, the only way to fix this is to give him what he wants? Her?”
“It’s not like she’ll sleep with him, it’s her job, H. Y/N is a dancer, all’s she going to do is dance.”
“I’m not doing that to her, hear me? Not on my watch.” Harry said.
“Fuck you, this bitch is getting you wrapped around her finger, what’s with that? Did she give you a good jerking off or something?”
“The fuck you said?”
“You heard me, Harry. This girl’s not for you, man. We have work to do and all you do is follow her around like a lost puppy.”
Harry took a step towards Michael; their foreheads were touching and their eyes were seeing red. They were whispering in a way of anger.
“Say shit like that one more time, Miky, I fucking dare you.”
“Yeah, sure you do, stuffing your face in her pussy was not enough and now you’re turning your back on your friend.”
“You call yourself a friend, you son of a bitch?”
“Yeah, I do. I’m the one taking all of the responsibility so you can go have fun with your little sluts.”
“Get out of my face before I break yours.” Harry said and pushed Michael away, walked towards the car where you sat. He didn’t speak through the whole drive and he pulled over at your apartment. And that was it for the day.
That same night and after you were done with your job, Michael’s face appeared next to your car.
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It had been six months since you knew Harry. Michael would show up almost every night at the club to convince you with the offer. You had many dates with Harry, most of them were just you guys having fun. You made sure not to talk too much about yourself, you thought you already did talk too much.
What happened at the after-party was still lingering in your head because Michael wouldn't stop showing for it, you didn’t want to make Harry lose a deal because of you. You felt heavy at the idea, you were alone for a long time and having a man take care of you was not something you were used to at the time.
You were ready to perform for Ray at his place as Michael asked you.
A part of you wanted to do this to prove to yourself that no one could tell you what to do or save you, that you were good all by yourself, the other part wanted to do it so you get Harry the deal. You had to provide him with something.
Angela was preparing your suit for the private performance in the private room the host had provided for you. Your bodyguard was waiting in the hallway, that was your only condition to accept the offer. You decided to wear a blue suit for the performance; you got into the suit, put on your makeup, were ready to do something you didn’t want so you shake off the feeling of a man protecting you.
You didn’t want someone to protect you.
Every breath you took was heavy like a million stone pressing into your throat. It had been a long time since you did something you did not want.
You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, and you saw that you weren’t happy about that whole thing.
Ray was sitting on a black armchair and the song had started as you asked Angela. You got out of the room and were ready for dancing the feeling off.
Angela saw the sadness lingering in your eyes, she’d been your assistant since the beginning so she noticed. Oh, she noticed the face of yours that was completely broken, yet expressionless. There was nothing she could do, she tried talking you out of it, but you only snapped at her. She sighed sadly as she watched you from the slightly open door.
That body suit was not too revealing, you chose one that covered most of you to get a little comfortable. Your waist drew a big circle, then you started dancing your body with no smile visible. Smiling was critical, but you couldn’t afford it so you danced with a poker face on.
However, you found your eyes tearing up, dancing with tears in your eyes, trying your best to not let them fall down your cheeks. The eyes of Ray were eating the sight of you which disgusted you even more. Disgusted by yourself, your body. You didn’t want to do this. Who could save you then?
Meanwhile, Harry was calling you and Angela answered as usual,
“Hello, Mr. Styles. Y/N is busy now.” She started, but he could hear the song playing in the background.
Harry knew that you were off the club that day, you did not tell him that you had any other performance as he was thinking of taking you out.
“Where exactly? I may drive y/n home.” He asked, confused.
She gave him the address and hung up. Angela completely ignored your order to not answer Harry’s calls. Angela felt that she had to step up and not let you do something that made you sad deeply. Michael was checking some guns out of a wooden box at one of Harry’s warehouses, then he looked at Harry to see him confused. Harry didn’t know why he was confused, “What’s wrong, H?” Mike asked inspecting a gun in his hand.
“Y/N is having a private performance she didn’t tell me about.” He looked at Mike, but Mike avoided any eye contact and that was something Harry noticed.
“Maybe she forgot.” Michael mumbled.
That look on Michael’s face is a liar’s look. They had been friends long enough, and Harry knew that he was lying.
“What do you know that I don’t, Michael?” Harry asked, rising from his chair. The warehouse was not lighted well, only a yellow light bulb. That deem light made Harry’s expression look a lot worse.
“Ugh, nothing.”
“You’re lying. What is it?”
“She asked me to give Ray the private performance he asked for, so we could get the deal we had to get which you blew. Satisfied?” Michael huffed looking to Harry.
“You made the girl I’m seeing perform behind my back!?” Harry yelled.
“She asked me not to tell, okay?”
“It is not, Mike, it is not okay.” Harry mumbled, seeing red.
He got out of the warehouse, jogging towards his car, followed by Michael who was calling his name to get him to slow down.
Meanwhile you were changing into your next suit, trying to suck in your tears.
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In the garage where you kept your car, you were driving your legs to walk with Angela next to you, holding your bag. Harry’s figure appeared next to your car, leaning on it, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. You glared at Angela so she walked faster to open the trunk of the car.
"You owe me." You said bluntly with a poker face, walking to open your driver’s seat without even looking at him.
"Excuse me? I owe you?" He straightened up and raised his arms in confusion.
"Yes, you do. That shitty performance was for your own sake." You said, throwing your handbag inside violently.
He had to take a step towards you, "You did exactly what I told you not to do!" He yelled in your face.
"Hey! Don't raise your voice at me. I did this for your own sake." You slammed the car door, turning around to face him, raising your pointer at him.
"What sake was that? You think I care about some deal? No, darling, you did this all for your own sake. I won't fall for your shit!" His lips were curled upside down, like he was disgusted.
"Oh, really? Do you think I wanted to perform for that piece of shit? His eyes were practically undressing me every fucking second and I hated every second of it, Harry!" You yelled.
"And that is exactly why I told you not to perform, but you're too stubborn to listen. You had to make yourself appear like some independent girl, look where we are now! Because you're too fucking stubborn to listen to a fucking word I say!" He yelled back right in your face, but you gave him a sarcastic smile.
"So, this is my fault now? You asked me to be at that after-party where that shit asked me to perform!"
"It is your fault-"
"No, it fucking isn't-"
"It fucking is, y/n!"
"Stop yelling at me!"
"You stop yelling at me and listen for a change!"
"You started it!"
"Listen, all I asked was for you to not perform for him, but you fucked up everything I said and did what you wanted anyways. That is pure disrespect."
"Disrespect?!" You exclaimed.
None of you noticed that Angela was still standing by the car trunk, watching both of you yelling at each other.
"Yeah, y/n, disrespect. You went there and wore god knows what to show off your flesh for a guy that only wants to see what's underneath."
"I wore a suit, Harry, I wear them every day for god's sake!"
"You wear them on a stage, in front of an audience, you wear them at parties that you work at, not at somebody's house when he's the only audience." He yelled the last part.
"I did this for you." You whispered, looking to the ground.
"No, you fucking did not! You did this for yourself so you could say to yourself that no man could tell you what to do!"
"No, no, I did not." Your eyes teared a little. And you tried your best to not cry in front of anyone, but this was becoming too much for you to handle.
"Yeah, you did, you completely disrespected me. I cannot even look at you now." He ran his fingers in his hair, looking away.
"What do you wanna hear? That you were right? Yes, Harry, you fucking were right. I hated every second of it, I was literally crying. I did this because I could not bear the idea of someone protecting me!" You yelled the last sentence with your eyes full of tears. "And I wish I listened to you, I wish I could take it back and listen to what you said, but I can't. I can't reverse time and not do it. I only wanted to dance for you but I just couldn't let you protect me. I'm afraid, Harry, okay?" You sighed, a tear rolling on your cheek when he looked at you, his chest rising up and down.
"I'm afraid of every day I will suffer when you leave. I don't want to get used to you; I was fine before you came along. There will be nothing left of me if you break me like everyone else. I just can't give you the knife so you can kill me whenever you feel like it." You broke down and started crying, that was when he grabbed you to his chest to hug you, one arm around your neck.
You muffled through your tears. “I’m just afraid, Harry.”
He deepened the hug and kissed your temple before whispering in your ear, “I’m not leaving, y/n.”
“Yes, you are. Everybody leaves.”
“Not me, baby. Just please, listen to me, I don’t like being disrespected. I don’t want you to interfere with my work whatsoever, it’s no place for you. I know these people; you can’t be around them.” He said gently.
You sobbed a little and he pulled away a little to wipe off your tears with his fingers. He gave a kiss to your forehead and pulled you in his arms again.
“Awww.” Angela says, fingers intertwined. You both chuckled at her till Harry said, “I want you to go home, okay? I have some business to go through, then I’ll catch you there.”
“Okay, don’t be late, I cooked today.”
“Can’t wait to taste.” He said before giving you one last kiss on the forehead and leave.
You got into your car with Angela to drive her home. Angela cleared her throat as you were driving, “I’m sorry, y/n, I gave him the address.”
“It’s okay, Angela, sometimes we need people to step up for us.”
“You’re not mad at me?”
“No, honey, I’m not. I know that you just wanted to look out for me. I did a stupid thing, I didn’t even wanna do it, but I just did.” You huffed.
“Harry seems nice, he was really worried about you.” She said and you smiled at her words.
--
Harry pulled over by the warehouse, got out of the car with no expression, didn’t say hello to any of the guards as usual. He went in to find Michael sitting at his chair. Towers of boxes were filled inside the warehouse. Harry walked towards Michael and said without sitting, looking at Michael who raised his head to face Harry, “We’re done, Michael. I’ll have a word with the accountant so you can take all the money you put back, if you want arms instead that’s fine. I don’t want to see your face again.” Then Harry turned around to leave, but Michael’s voice stopped him.
“What? What’s that for? What did she tell you to make you turn against me?” Michael asked as Harry turned around once again.
“She didn’t say anything, she didn’t even mention your name. She took full responsibility of what she did, but I know better, Michael. I know you too much, I know that none of what you said was true.” Harry said lowly, yet angrily. “I know that she didn’t tell you not to tell me, I know that you must have convinced her to do that behind my back. Since that after-party she never not even for once mentioned that offer, and you wouldn’t shut up about it. You’re cunning, Michael, I’ll give you that.”
“And that’s why you’re leaving me behind? Harry, I’m your friend.”
“What kind of a friend are you, man? You know what? It’s not even about her at all, it’s about you going behind my back. You speak ill of the girl I like all the time; I suck it in and just give you the benefit of the doubt. But, no, Michael, not anymore.”
“We needed that deal, Harry, I had to do it.” Michael stood up.
“You got your deal. But you don’t have me anymore, we’re done.” Harry said and just left, leaving Michael back cursing himself.
Their friendship was perfect, they’d fuck girls, drink, do business, have each other’s back. No matter how much they fought, nothing led them to that point of no return. But Michael’s friendship was over to Harry, not because of you. If a friend could deceive another friend, then how could they trust one another?
Harry’s car was pulled over at your apartment, he rang the bell and you opened the door. You were in one of your cute pajamas, but once you opened the door and saw Harry’s face you had to open your arms for him. He went in your arms and hugged you tightly. He dug his face in the crook of your neck, trying to hold back his tears. You wrapped him tightly in your arms and rubbed his back gently, reassuring him.
“It’s gonna be okay, Harry.” You whispered in his ear and just stayed there for a while, the front door still open, in each other’s arms until Harry was moving his head and saw Jessica standing by her bedroom door, looking at you both.
“It’s been 5 minutes, aren’t you bored?” She commented and you had to chuckle. You both pulled away but kept his hand in yours.
“I didn’t know you were here; I wouldn’t have come.” He said, smirking at her.
“Y/N is a bad influence, isn’t she?” She said as she took a seat on the barstool.
Jessica was a redhead with lots of piercings and tattoos, she was taller than you and more muscular.
“Come on in, Gatsby, I’m making late dinner.” You said and led him in as you closed the front door behind him.
You let go of his hand and went right to the fridge to take out the food you had half-cooked earlier. You put the plates of the food on the island and jogged to your room and returned with a hairclip, you pulled your hair up with the hairclip. Then, you went to the fridge again to pour them both some juice.
“Wanna know the story behind the hairclip?” Jessica asked Harry with a big smirk on her face.
“Aren’t you a bitch?!” You exclaimed turning on the oven and put two pots on.
“Tell me.” Harry said as he sipped from his cup.
“Y/N was trying to cook me some food, what was the name of that dish, y/n?”
“It was an eastern dish, it consists of pasta, rice, fried onions, and lentil. It’s a hard dish to make.” You answered, going on with your cooking.
“Yeah, and she was going on with cooking till we smelled something burning, turns out she left her too long hair going around with her like a fucking Rapunzel.” Jessica said through her laughs and Harry’s eyes widened at you.
“My god, your hair burnt!?” He asked, looking at you.
“Just the tips I swear!” You said raising your middle finger at her. “I’ll get you, bitch.”
“Since that day she never turns on the stove without tying her hair up.”
“How did you guys meet?” Harry asked. You turned your head and looked at her, “Wanna tell him?”
She smiled at you, “We had a fight at one of the clubs. We were auditioning I looked her up and down, she looked like pick-me girl.”
“Fuck you, I didn’t. I minded my own business till you made that little comment of yours!”
“Tell me!” Harry laughed, “I’d like to know the whole story.”
“Okay, okay, y/n was flicking her hair all the time like she was the only girl on earth or something. She looked different; you know? I told her that there was some gum stuck in her hair.” Harry burst into laughing as you and Jessica laughed along yet she continued, “She got all riled up and kept looking for that gum till she missed the audition.”
“Oh my god, then what?” He asked through his laughs.
“She waited for me outside and was determined to pull my hair off.”
“Sounds like y/n.”
“Then when we were fighting, some guy held me in an inappropriate way, she yelled at him ‘Don’t touch her, pig’” Jessica laughed as she imitated you. “She kicked him in the nuts for me. Then we sat on the sidewalk, talking and became friends since then.”
“I’d never change a thing about it, Jess. I love you.” You said and then turned around and walked to the kitchen island facing both of them.
“Jessica had my back when everybody turned their backs on me. She lent me money, got me the job at the club, got me to stay with her when I had nowhere else to go.”
“We sound so gay.” She said and you both laughed and high-fived each other.
Harry looked at both of you and felt sad a little when he remembered Michael.
“Where’s the food, y/n? I gotta go soon.” She said and you turned to the stove again to finish your cooking.
“Okay, Jess, put the food in the plates, I gotta go to the bathroom.” You said and walked to the bathroom. Jessica nodded at you and stood to turn off the stove.
“You like her, just Harry?” She asked Harry, taking him off his thoughts.
“Yeah, I do, very much actually.”
“Y/N is a good girl, she has her bad moments, but she’s a really good friend. I have to tell you something really quick before she comes back, though I think she’ll be late. She takes her phone with her to scroll on.” She smirked and he chuckled. “Y/N may act tough, she’s tough but she needs someone to protect her from herself. She told me that a while back when she was drunk at yours she had a bad dream. That happens a lot, her family messed her up, she has zero contact with any of them, she’s only got me and now you. She doesn’t let people into her life that much so I need you to promise me that if you ever feel like you don’t want to be with her, just tell her the truth.”
“I want to be with her-“
“I’m just saying, I don’t wanna see my best friend like that. Just please, promise me that if you wanna let her go, let her go slowly. Don’t break her heart anymore than it already is. I love that bitch, she’s a person you can always lean on. She told me all about that fucker from her country, she loved him, listened to him, got him gifts, told him all words of affirmation, and he threw her like trash. I can’t let that happen before my eyes.”
“I promise I really want her, I have no intention of breaking her heart. She’s-“ He got cut off by your voice, “Who’re you two talking about?”
“No one, I was just telling him about the time when you were two and ran naked around the house.” Jessica said as she filled the plates with food.
“What’s that?” Harry asked pointing at his plate.
“Shut up and eat.” You said getting yourselves forks and spoons.
You started eating but soon Jessica got a phone call.
“I have to go, y/n.” She said, stuffing her mouth with food.
“Tell your boyfriend to fuck himself for me, please.” You said and she raised her middle finger and grabbed her purse and went to open the front door as she turned around.
“I don’t want you both doing stupid shit, as long as you’re under my roof, you live by my rules. Bye.” She said as she went out and closed the door behind her. You chuckled and looked over to Harry who was next to you, didn’t touch his food.
“Is there something bothering you, or you just don’t like my food?” You asked before putting the full spoon into your mouth.
“I had a talk with Mike.” He said lowly, playing with his food.
“What kind of a talk?”
“I ended our friendship.”
“What?” You let go of your spoon, giving him your full attention.
“I had to.”
“No, Harry, there’s nothing that could end that friendship of yours.”
“He made you perform for Ray, y/n!”
“He didn’t make me do shit, I agreed, this is my decision. You didn’t punish me for it, why punish him?”
“Because he knows better than to do such thing behind my back.”
“Michael loves you, Harry. He wanted to save your business with this deal, I told him not to tell you, I told him to stay out of it. He cares for you, baby, he didn’t want to do things behind your back. He made a mistake just like me, don’t punish him too hard.”
“He knows better, y/n.” He said with sadness all over his voice.
“Harry, you’re punishing him and you. Think of all the times he had your back, he wouldn’t hurt you.”
“I’ll have to think about it.”
“You damn should, he loves you like a brother.”
“How do you know?”
“He told me.”
Harry sighed and grabbed the spoon to his mouth and his eyes widened, “What is that? It’s so good.”
“It’s a secret.” You winked.
--
You both laid on your bed, Harry’s head on your lap as you played with his hair, you were reading a book and he was scrolling on his phone. You huffed and snatched the phone from his hand.
“Hey! What’s that for?”
“I want you to take my virginity.” You said with straight face.
“What?” He straightened up to face you.
“You heard me.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
“Why do you wanna give it up before marriage?”
“I think it’s time for me to let it go.”
“Why me, then?”
You brushed his hair with your fingers, “Because I like you, Harry. You mean so much to me now. You’re nice, gentle, and you take care of me. You treat me so good like I’m the only girl on earth. I want to give something so precious to a guy that’s become so precious to me.”
He smiled and cupped your face, “I can’t, I can’t take something that important from you.”
“I want you to, Harry. I didn’t wanna give it up to some guy that would leave me the next day. Ugh, I don’t know what’ll happen between us, and maybe it’s too soon. But before we do anything, I have to ask. Are we actually dating or what? We’ve never talked about it; we’ve been going out for about five months now.”
He thought about it for a moment, you had been going on dates for quite a while, but you never talked about where you were standing.
“I think we’ve went on dates more than a dozen times, so I think yeah, we are dating, y/n.” He answered, truthfully.
“Do you wanna?” You winked and he sighed.
“I can’t, I want you to have it the special way you deserve. You deserve to give it in the most special way possible.” He said as he caressed your cheek softly. “But I really need you to give me a blowjob before little Harry explode.” He grinned and you burst into laughing.
You cupped his face and pulled him in for a deep kiss, the kiss was emotional and so sweet. He got his tongue into your mouth and you followed. He bit your bottom lip a little and got you right under him as he was caressing your hips and waist.
He pulled away from the kiss only to lick on your neck. He kissed and licked your sweet spot as your moans got louder by the touch. He was right between your legs so you felt him getting harder above you. You craved touching him so your hands crawled under his t-shirt to strip him. Once he took of his shirt, he unbuttoned your pajama blouse to see you in a beautiful lace grey bra.
“I love every little detail of you, y/n.” He whispered as he walked the tip of his finger on the stretch marks on your breasts.
You hummed and cupped his dick through his jeans and you got a moan out of him. He took your bra off and threw it somewhere.
“I like you better this way.” He grinned and squeezed both breasts in his hands and put one nipple into his mouth to lick. Gave the same attention to the other nipple and they got harder and he felt an urge to twist them a little. He did and you gasped.
You felt shy dirty-talking so you stuck to the moaning. His hands were caressing your whole body as he was kissing his way down to the hem of your pants. He looked into your eyes and took off your pants and played with your pussy with his finger so slowly it killed you.
“Stop teasing me!” You whined.
“You do that all the time, now’s my turn.” He said on your pussy.
He grabbed the hem of your panties in between his teeth and took it off completely with your help, of course. He spread your legs and dove right in, licking on your clit gently as his hands crawled up to your breasts to squeeze them. You arched your back as you felt his tongue enter you slowly, your hands were deep in his hair tugging at it.
He twisted your nipples between his fingers as his tongue was moving from fucking you to drawing circles on your clit.
“You like that, princess?” He whispered and you couldn’t hear him clearly so he got no answer from you, only moans.
He pulled his tongue away and looked into your eyes and twisted your nipples just a little harder and you gasped.
“I said, you like that?” He repeated and you nodded. “Words, princess.”
“Yes, Harry, yes, I love it, please. Give me your tongue again, I’m so close, plea-“ You ended your sentence with a loud moan as he grabbed your clit between his lips to kiss and lick.
“Harry, I’m gonna cum, I’m go-“ You were interrupted by the hard orgasm that hit you. You tugged on his hair harder and arched your back so hard. You pushed him a little from you as you were cumming and it made him smirk as he was watching your body shake under his touch.
“Fuck, that was so sexy.” His smirk grew wider as you pulled him up to kiss him deeply, violently.
You turned him over so you could be on top, You felt bold.
“I want you to cum in my mouth.” You whispered in his ear before kissing his neck. “Can I give you a love bite?” You asked and he only chuckled.
“You can do whatever you want, Rapunzel. I’m all yours.”
God, those nicknames did you good.
You gave him a couple of love-bites on his neck and near his shoulder-blade, you loved that he was not a silent guy in bed. Harry gave you all the moans you needed to figure that he was enjoying your touches. You kissed his neck one last time before using your two central teeth and tongue to make your way down on his body.
“Fuck, that’s new.” He moaned before helping him take his pants and boxers off, then he collected your hair with his two hands and had it in one fist.
You winked at him, “Not gonna tease you this time.”
“You better not to or I swea-Oh fuck!” He was interrupted as you put him in your mouth to stop him from talking. You felt his pre-cum on your tongue as you tried taking more of him without gagging. You put as much as you could down your throat until you gagged, kept him in there a little.
“Fuck, yes, you’re so good to me, princess.” He moaned pulling on your hair a little harder. Pulling your hair only made him harder.
You pushed him in and out of your mouth a little and got it out completely with a pop. He was trying to keep his eyes on you to appreciate the sight of you taking him in. You started licking his cock from the side as you were jerking him off with one hand. The other hand was gently massaging his balls.
You moaned while he was in your mouth and that sent him over the edge.
“Princess, I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop, don’t, don’t.” His moans were getting louder as you began pushing him in and out faster.
You felt his cum fill your mouth, but you didn’t stop until he was finished. You pulled him out of your mouth with his cum on your tongue. You looked at him, still in between his legs by his cock, you opened your mouth so he could see his cum on your tongue. He grabbed your bottom lip and bit his own.
“I wish I could take a picture; fuck you look incredibly sexy.” He groaned and you nodded. “What? Want me to take a picture?” He asked and you nodded again.
“Are you sure?” Again, he asked and you nodded.
He pulled your phone that was on the nightstand and you pressed your finger on it so it would unlock. He turned on the camera and took a picture.
He put the phone down.
“Swallow.” He ordered.
And you swallowed.
--
The picture was you, your eyes not in the scene. Your mouth open, cum all over your tongue, Harry’s finger pulling down your bottom lip, a strand of your hair was in sight.
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They'll Be Ok, They're Ok
Day 6 of @steddielovemonth ‘s Steddie Love Month Event!
Rating: Teen
CW: Arguing, Angst
Tags: Arguing, Insults, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending.
WC: 2,028
Prompt: “Love is giving them space when they need it”; submitted by @lihhelsing
Note: Technically this is late. But it’s only 11ish where I am, and I was swamped with work until after the 12 am EST had already passed. So I’m still going to post this. Also, this has not been edited. So if you see any mistakes, no you didn't. Enjoy!
Things have been…tense, to say the least. Family video has been packed with asshole customers, more so than usual. Robin has been gone with her parents on a trip, which has left Steve working shifts with Keith. The customers have been getting on Steve's nerves and Keith's been no help.
The customers yell and fight Steve every step of the way. It's only renting a movie, the customers shouldn’t be so pissed at every turn, if Steve has anything to say about it. Keith has been avoiding doing his job by locking himself in the back room under the guise of “filing inventory reports”. Steve knows better though. He knows that Keith has been sitting around eating cheetos and generally being weird. Every one of these aspects has been pushing Steve to his limit.
Eddie hasn't been faring any better. The guys at the record store have been really getting on his nerves lately. They've been teasing him for anything and everything. This usually isn't a problem; they tease him, he teases back, and it's all good. But their teasing has turned south. It’s gone from light hearted jokes to cutting remarks. So Eddie feels like shit about himself and everything he’s doing.
This has led to both of them being on edge when they get home. Usually they’re fine with the other one in their space. But today was the tipping point for them both. Eddie’s mumbling around the kitchen is pushing Steve’s final buttons; and Steve’s tense body language and cold glare has ticked Eddie off.
“Can you just stop?” Steve glares at Eddie. Eddie turns around to look at Steve. He’s standing in the entryway of the kitchen, arms crossed and looking down right bitchy. Eddie shuts the cabinet he was digging through.
“Stop what, Steve?” Eddie asks. He hasn’t really done anything. They hadn’t said hello or kissed at the door like they usually do. Eddie’s only been in the kitchen and the hallway. Right when he walked in he kicked off his shoes, threw his jacket onto the back of the couch, walked into the kitchen, and started looking around for something to eat.
“Just, everything” Steve says, he’s still glaring in Eddie’s direction. Eddie leans back against the counter, faking nonchalance.
“Steve, I haven’t even pissed yet. What the hell have I done to piss you off?” Eddie remarks. This was the wrong thing to say.
“Fucking- Everything! You come in here, don’t even fucking say hello, and then come in here and start slamming cabinets and shit. You’re muttering under your breath like a mad man and taking out your anger on my nice shit, Eddie!” Steve shouts. His whole body is tense with stress and anger.
“Well, you didn’t exactly come fucking running to the door, Steve. You could’ve said hello too, y’know!” Eddie shouts back. He’s still leaning against the counter, trying to act like he isn’t as upset as he is.
“Can you just fucking go sit down and be quiet or something!? I can’t fucking handle your erratic fucking movements today.” Steve yells. He knows that Eddie hasn’t actually done anything to warrant that response. But Steve’s pissed and he really can’t handle any extra movement right now. He just needs some peace and quiet.
Eddie feels ice shoot down his spine. Not only has his coworkers criticized him all day today, discreetly telling Eddie that he’s too much; Now his boyfriend is too. Steve’s supposed to love him no matter what. He’s supposed to love Eddie and all of his quirks, overwhelming energy included.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Steve? You ‘can’t handle my erratic movements’ today?” Eddie pushes off of the counter and mimes quotations with his fingers,
“Am I too much for you Steve? Am I too much for the great King Steve?” Eddie knows that Steve hates it when anyone calls him that horrible title. Steve has changed, he really has, but Eddie knows that it’ll hurt.
“Oh, I’m so sorry your highness! Whatever can I do to make it up to you!?” Eddie mocks, clasping his hands together like he’s begging for forgiveness.
Steve’s mouth pulls tight, forming an angry frown. His face has turned red, his heart hurts.
“You can give me some fucking space; That’s what you can do, Asshole!” Steve screams, throwing his arms up.
“Fine!” Eddie yells. He lets his hands fall into fists at his sides. He storms past Steve, shoulder-checking him on his way out. He pushes his feet into his boots, not bothering to tie or zip them up. He rips his jacket off of the couch and storms out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
Steve stares after him for a minute. He turns around and walks away from the kitchen.
“He’s fucking ridiculous.” Steve murmurs as he walks into his room. He half haphazardly throws his clothes in random directions as he changes out of his work clothes. Once he’s in some comfortable clothes, he crawls into his bed. His body aches from standing all day.
Steve stews in his anger for a bit longer, but eventually the adrenaline wears off and he realizes what he’s done. Sure, Eddie called him King Steve, but Steve did start the fight. Eddie really hadn’t done anything to piss Steve off as much as he was. Steve knows how stressed Eddie has been. He’s told Steve about how his coworkers have been getting meaner and meaner lately. Shit, he doesn’t even know where Eddie has gone.
“Fuck,” Steve whispers. He wants to go find Eddie, to apologize and reassure Eddie that no, he isn’t too much. But Steve knows how Eddie gets when he’s mad. He needs to go walk it off. He needs space to yell and cry and calm down on his own. So despite everything yelling at Steve to get up and search all of Hawkins for Eddie, he stays put.
Eddie had gotten into his van and drove off, speeding and breaking traffic laws in order to get away. He knows that he shouldn’t be driving, it’s dangerous to drive when upset. So he pulls off of the main road and onto a smaller dirt road. He follows the trail until he’s at the top of the quarry. He throws his van into park and steps out onto the ground. He walks over the edge and looks out at the water.
“What a fucking dick. I didn’t even do anything to him, fucking asshole.” Eddie rambles on as he scans the ground. He spots a palm sized rock, smooth but rotund. He picks it up, tosses it slightly up into the air a couple of times before turning his attention back to the water. He winds his arm back and chucks the rock into the quarry.
He watches as the rock falls into the water, creating a big splash and an almost never ending ripple. He looks back to the ground, looking for more rocks. He collects three more rocks and throws them out into the water.
After watching the final ripples dissipate, Eddie plops down onto the ground. He sighs out the last of his anger; sadness and a bone deep tiredness takes its place.
“Am I really too much?” He questions. He sits criss-crossed and picks at the loose threads in his jeans.
“Ok, I know he started it, but it wasn’t ok to call him ‘King Steve’. He’s changed, you know he’s changed.” Eddie talks to himself, it helps him debrief after particularly hard situations. Or, any situation, if he’s honest.
“I still love him,” Eddie says, and he does. He really fucking loves Steve. Steve is his favorite person in the world, but what he said really fucking hurt.
“The question is, does Steve love me?” Eddie questions. Even though Steve had yelled at him and picked the fight, Eddie feels it in his bones that Steve loves him. Steve shows that he loves him every single day. He still shows ways that he loves him even when he’s upset. Like last night, where Steve still made sure Eddie had eaten even though he was exhausted and still upset from work.
Eddie wants to go find Steve, to apologize and hear him out. He wants to make sure Steve still knows that Eddie loves him, even though they just yelled at each other.
But Steve asked for space, demanded more like it, but still. Eddie knows that Steve still needs space, Eddie will respect that. He gets up from his spot on the ground and climbs back into his van. He’ll give Steve his space tonight, and in the morning he’ll go over to Steve’s.
Eddie shifts the gear into reverse and turns around. He pulls back onto the main road, turning to head back to the trailer. They’ll figure it out in the morning.
Steve wakes up the next day. His blinds are shut, but he can tell it’s later than he normally would be awake based on the illuminated numbers on his alarm clock. He rubs at his eyes, remembering the night before. He needs to go apologize to Eddie. He opts to skip breakfast and go straight over to Eddie’s, after changing of course.
He rolls out of bed and starts shucking off his pajama pants. He changes into new clothes, a light colored polo with jeans. He slips on his sneakers before stepping into the bathroom. He brushes his teeth and fixes his hair. He doesn’t spend too long styling it, he wants to get over to Eddie’s as soon as possible.
He jogs down the stairs, pulling on his jacket before pulling the door open. He’s about to step out when,
“Eddie?” Steve asks. Eddie is standing on his porch, looking up from where he was looking at the pavement. It looks like he was pacing around before Steve had opened the door.
“What are you doing here?” Steve asks. He tilts his head slightly as he speaks.
“I wanted to apologize.” Eddie straightens out to look at Steve. He looks determined, but genuine nonetheless.
“What, why?” Steve should be the one apologizing, not Eddie. Eddie was right, he really hadn’t done anything wrong. Steve was the one in the wrong.
“I uh, I called you some hurtful things that I didn’t mean yesterday.” He says. Steve shakes his head,
“Eddie, you don’t need to apologize. You were being pretty accurate, man. I was acting like a total dick. I had a really bad day at work and I took it out on you, which I really shouldn’t have. I said you were too much; You’re not. You’re perfect just the way you are. I’m so sorry, Eddie.” Steve looks into Eddie’s eyes. Eddie softens at Steve’s apology.
“I’m sorry too, Steve. I didn’t mean it when I called you King Steve. You’ve changed, you’re kind and loving and nothing like King Steve was. You show me that every single day. I just knew that it would hurt you. Which is, really fucked up. I was hurt from you saying that I was too much, but that doesn’t excuse me from hurting you right back.” Eddie says, reaching out to hold onto Steve’s hands.
Steve smiles softly at Eddie. He holds firmly onto Eddie’s hands and pulls him into the house. Once he shuts the door behind Eddie, Steve pulls him into a tight hug. After a couple of minutes of hugging, Steve pulls away. He looks deeply into Eddie’s eyes, still holding onto his arms.
He leans forward and kisses Eddie on the lips. Eddie grins into the kiss and Steve smiles right back. They’re less kissing and more just pressing their smiles into each other, but it’s the thought that counts.
They both hold onto each other, knowing that they’re ok. They forgive each other, and love each other all the same. They’re ok. They’re ok now and they’ll be ok in the future. There are more fights and apologies to come, but they’ll be ok.
No matter the space between them, no matter the angry shouts and unreasonable arguments; they’ll love each other more and more each day. They’ll be ok, they’re ok.
#steddie fanfic#steddielovemonth#hurt/comfort#angst with a happy ending#they're ok#they still love each other
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Conversation friends • Lando Norris
Chapter One
Word count : 2.150k
Hi guys this is my first time ever writing fanfic. I’ve had this idea for a while now and decided write it! So if any of y’all has feedback/ requests or constructive criticism I’ll be more than happy to listen! (or if u just wanna talk i’m here too <3)
Btw English isn’t my first language so don’t be too harsh on me pls🧚🏼♀️
Description : slow burn, college!au (enemies to lovers) and more to come.
I’m gonna make it work. I am going to make this work.
Looking around the tiny apartment I had just collected the keys to, the realization that I was finally here, alone, started sinking in slowly. This was going to be my home for the next year, a tiny apartment in a huge city I barely knew anything about, let alone knew anyone in.
It actually looks cozy, and at least it’s conveniently close to the University.
I really am going to make it work. I started unpacking and realized the need for groceries was imminent so I grabbed my keys and headed for the nearest store GoogleMaps indicated to me.
Strolling around the different isles didn’t feel as unfamiliar as I thought it would, I guess Lidl stores are always a relatively universal experience. But after a few minutes in the store, the bright neon lights and the exhaustion from the flight were seeping into my brain and making me slightly overstimulated.
Okay, got the pasta. Now I need pads and tampons and we’ll be good to go.
Mindlessly putting the cardboard box in my cart, I’m suddenly forced to look up from the huge list I had written on my phone when I feel a finger tapping my left shoulder. I quickly remove one of my headphones and turn around to face the person in front of me.
“Do you mind ?”a boy, around my age but slightly taller than I am, faces me and stares at me with an icy expression.
What’s his deal ? Wait he’s kinda…
“You’re in my way”, he spats.
He’s wearing a simple gray hoodie and sweatpants combo and a black cap hiding what seemed to be loose curls, some of them still peeking from underneath it. His baby blue eyes were piercing through me. He kept his airpods in his ears.
“I’m sorry ?” I responded slightly confused, not really hearing him well above Hozier’s new album playing in my ear.
“Do you not understand English?” He removes one of his hands from the pockets of his sweatpants to point at the box of pasta positioned right behind me, “I said you’re in my fucking way, I’ve repeated it 5 times and you’re still standing there like an idiot,” he mutters through gritted teeth, “unlike you, I don’t have all night.”
Oh, he did not just talk to me like this.
“Well there you go, almighty king of Lidl!” I exclaim while handing him the precious item, "your all powerful box of Linguini” I add, fake bowing down in irony, my face burning in anger. The exhaustion from the flight and the move had already made me easily irritable, but this was just the icing on the cake.
“Are you out of your mind?” he asks, snatching the box away from my grasp, “You just have to make a scene, huh? You’re hysterical” he huffs exiting the aisle, a baffled expression on his face.
So now I’m the crazy one? Unbelievable.
God this was the last thing I needed right now.
I sigh in exasperation, not having the strength to run after him and put up a fight.
This is going to be a long year.
Brushing my bangs slightly away from my eyes, I take a step back in my small bathroom to look for any flaws like unblended makeup or toothpaste stains on my outfit. I tend to have those a lot.
Today is my first day of class and an introduction to the daily life I was about to embark on, so looking and feeling good was quite important.
Taking the small commute to the campus, I sit next to Lola, a girl I met at the bus station earlier this morning. She instantly was very kind and helped me find my way, which turned out to be convenient for the both of us since we were heading towards the same classes. I told her about my trip from Paris and how I was here for a year abroad and she told me all about her dreams of visiting my hometown. We talked for the whole ride and exchanged Instagrams. Lola was a ray of sunshine, a gleam of light in this anxiety-inducing morning.
She also looked like the perfect representation of the sunshine; her hair a polar blond color, eyes as blue as the Mediterranean sea and a porcelain skin adorned with beautiful yet irregular freckles.
Having her by my side for the first classes felt really comforting and I was relieved to find out we shared most of our semester’s classes together. We were both English majors, and since she was here last year she had promised to help me with anything I wouldn’t understand; as I said, a ray of sunshine. We spent the day learning all about this year’s curriculum and all the work we were about to achieve.
Heading towards my last class of the day, the first meeting of what was called “Conversation Friends”. It was a program I had applied to while enrolling here, international students meeting local students once a week to exchange in English or the student’s native language. A program created to help international students better their English and make new connections.
Not knowing anyone here, I thought it would be a great opportunity to make a friend, share a nice moment and discover the city better.
But Lola warned me not to get too excited since most students in the university only did it to gain extra credit or even get a quick hookup out of it. Fine with me, people can do whatever they want, I believe I’ll still get to meet someone nice.
I like to think of myself as a pretty open person so it shouldn’t be too hard to connect with whoever it’ll turn out to be.
Walking into the amphitheater, I decide to choose a seat in the middle row and take out my notebook to write down some notes. Looking around, I can see a lot of different students from every corner of the earth and I suddenly feel a wave of comfort knowing I’m not the only one who left home for this new adventure.
“Is this seat taken?”a boy with a thick Australian accent asks while pointing to the seat on my left.
“Not at all, it’s all yours”I responded with a smile which he returned. And boy did he return it. That man was all teeth, and nose. I extended my hand to introduce myself, “my name is y/n, I’m guessing you’re Australian right?”.
He took my hand and shook it earnestly, “You’re good! I’m Daniel, nice to meet you”.
He sat next to me and we started getting to know each other quickly. Daniel seemed really kind and was really funny. I learned that he was majoring in geography (didn’t even realize that was a thing) and lives in the complex right in front of mine. He also has a passion for karting (didn’t know that was a thing either).
He’s cute. Daniel is really cute. With his little brown curls, sparkly eyes, and his smile, so big it could resuscitate a dying dentist.
He told me a little more about the program too since he had been part of it last year in a university in Montreal. He informed me that our partners were going to be chosen randomly and that we’re not allowed to change if we don’t get along.
That sucks. I hope my partner’s gonna be nice or funny, or both like Daniel. Well not just like Daniel but at least a little like Daniel, why do I keep talking about Daniel ? Daniel’s just really cute.
“So, how do you like it here so far?”he asks, crossing his long legs in front of him.
“Well, I’ve only been here for two days so I really couldn’t tell you much. I yelled at this very rude guy when I went shopping yesterday, all for some Linguini.” He questions my answer with an amused expression in his eyes.”I also met this really nice girl, Lola, she reminds me of you a little bit actually, must be the golden retriever energy.” I smile as I answer his question, feeling grateful for my encounter with the blonde this morning. At least.
“So you’re calling me a dog, after I’ve been nothing but kind, that’s what you’re doing? Wow y/n, wow.” He replies with a dramatic hand on his chest and a goofy smile on his face. “Can’t believe you fought over pasta.”
On the main stage, a professor clears his throat into the mic, telling us that the meeting is about to start. He then takes the first ten minutes to inform us on all the details of the program, like how partners have to meet at least once a week, on campus or in cultural instances like museums, cinemas or parks, some of which will be organized by the university and thus mandatory.
As if you have to ask me twice to go out for a movie, whoever it’s with and whatever the movie is, oh baby I am going to be in that seat eating my sweet popcorn. Except for horror movies, can’t watch those. I’m scared of everything horror or creepy, I can't even watch children’s movies like The Nightmare Before Christmas or Caroline.
The clanking of two fish bowls on the professor’s desks takes me out of my thoughts and I realize that he’s really about to pull out our names and assign us to partners like it’s the sunday lottery.
This is going to be very entertaining.
“Please stand up when I call out your name so your partner can see you as well,“ the professor instructs us.
His hand mixes around the first bowl of tiny pieces of paper and pulls out the first name “Daniel Ricciardo” he says into the mic, looking around for the Australian boy sitting next to me.
Daniel stands up proudly, waving at everyone in the audience like he’s on stage at a beauty pageant. His partner is next, a charming Asian boy called Alex, who was sitting front row and turned around to find Daniel and waved at him aggressively.
These two look like they’re about to have a lot of fun. Lucky Daniel.
Of course my name came up last, because why wouldn’t it ? I stand up as I hear my name being called out and let my eyes investigate the remaining students in the room, until I see him.
Fucking Linguini.
“Lando Norris” I simultaneously hear over the speakers as I see the boy who disrespected me in the middle of shopping yesterday stand up from his seat.
This can’t be real, this is a practical joke.
As his eyes meet mine I can see the smile he previously wore on his face disappear and make way for disgust as his brain processed how I looked so familiar.
The audacity of that man.
“Perfect! Apparently now everybody is paired with their partners,” the professor smiles in contentment, “now if every pair could please make its way to the front of the room to sign the register.”
As I make my way over to the front of the room, I see my so-called partner bolting towards the professor and hear him babbling about how he can’t be my partner and begs to trade with someone else.
“Norris, we both know you can’t afford to miss out on the extra credit, and the pairs have already been established, there’s no negotiation” the professor answers him sternly.
I can’t believe it. He was the one who was bad-mannered and almost verbally assaulted me in the middle of the store for nothing! I was actually considering putting this behind us to start the program on a good note and give him a chance but apparently that would be in vain. If he wants to be petty, I can beat him at his own game, that’s for sure.
Standing in front of him, I tilt my head to the side to meet his gaze “You are just unbelievable! I barely know your name and you’re already making me regret enrolling in this program.”
Looking right at me, he hands me the paper I have to sign without a word.
“You’re actually not going to talk to me? We barely know each other, this is ridiculous!” I exclaim in irritation, snatching the paper from his hands the way he snatched the box of pasta from my hands the day before.
“Can you not be annoying ? Or is that impossible for you?”he blurts out in resentment, “I’m just trying to do this thing and go home, you’ll find my email on the thing or whatever” he says without even giving you the time to respond.
This is definitely going to be a very long year.
#formula one#lando norris fanfic#lando norris x reader#lando norris#lando norris x y/n#formula one fanfiction#enemies to lovers#college!au#university!au
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I am convinced that Jason would LOVE doing drag. It's a theatrical art form that welcomes melodrama and costume design, like this shit is right up his alley! I also feel like he'd be someone who would enjoy playing around with his gender performance, like as @vigilantecore and @cleromancy have pointed out in this post he already does seem to play around with it!
As such I think it's fucking criminal that we have so few designs for him dressing fem that aren't just one-off, no connection to his character maid dresses or bunny suits. Like, c'mon, do not let Tim have all the dresses here just cause he's small and twinkish! Let the big muscle man have fun!! So here's a few of mine to help remedy this tragic deficit:
Cerulean Orbs
Minimal makeup, dark colors, and small jewelry everywhere but her EYES
Very elegant and formal and charming and oh-so tragic figure who is also very off-putting and clearly does not have all her screws tightened ("Somebody go get that girl brown contacts immediately, I am begging!")
Is a vampire, hence the aforementioned characteristics and the big fan she keeps to hide her fangs behind
Uses slight of hand tricks to do things like cry red glass rhinestones (claims they're ruby/bloody tears)
Will sometimes pick someone out of the audience to claim is her reincarnated lost love who she must avenge/protect/lure back into her arms
Smoking Gunn:
Voted "Most Menacing Cowgirl" three shows in a row - always happy to play the heel for another Queen
Carries a (fake plastic) sawed off shotgun, usually on a belt so that it hangs between her legs
She's on a quest for revenge against the man who "cut her gun tragically short"
Hair is wild and frazzled and covered in ash as though she has just blown herself up with cartoon dynamite.
Wears a bright red ribbon around her neck with the bow situated directly over the batarang scar
Of course no matter what design you go with I think it is utterly critical that his drag persona has wildly elaborate and melodramatic beef with Brucie Wayne.
He drunkenly pushed her off the Eifel Tower, he left her sister at the altar, he insulted her purse dog's honor, he sniped her bid on ebay for a super rare beanie baby at the last possible second - every time someone asks Jason just makes a new story up on the spot, often echoing real grievances both on purpose and on accident. The stories are always too wacky to be real of course, but also his anger is often too genuine for anyone to be entirely sure he's joking...
Have a fun little snippet from the terminally unfinished fanfic I made the Cerulean Orbs persona for (context is that Jason is there investigating a Riddler plot, unbenounced to any of the other bats except Tim. There were two possible locations to watch and so people split up)
The night so far has honestly been shockingly fun, even with his paranoia going full blast, looking behind curtains, around corners, searching, searching, searching, aaaaand there's another circle forming in the crowd. Shit. This one has formed around someone at the door and been moving inwards picking up participants.
Jason pushes his way to the interior, making a few 'pardon mes' along the way and gaining a line of dirty looks. Then he finally reaches the end of the press of bodies and comes face to face with
Bruce.
Fucking.
Wayne.
And Jason promptly shoves his foot in his mouth, face pulled into disgust, half turning into his fan on instinct, "Oh god it's you."
The crowd GASPS and Jason sees the most wonderful thing happen: Bruce looks confused.
Not the false confusion he pulls when he needs to play stupid, but the real deal! That tiny tick of frustration in the corners of his eyes says that he truly, genuinely has no fucking clue who this is or why they don't like him.
Bruce pulls out his best 'placating the plebs' voice, "I- I'm sorry Madam, have we met??"
Jason decides the gods have smiled upon him this day as he pulls out of his stunned silence, flips his hair back and says, "Well! I'm glad ONE of us could forget!"
And marches off, leaving a bewildered and half panicked Bruce behind to fend off the media questions about THAT little bombshell.
Tim chirps in his ear to warn him that he just ran into Nightwing and they've got the attack covered. He can sit back and relax for the evening.
Over the course of the night no less than fifteen groups of people come up to him asking him to spill the details and he gives every single one of them a new, more ridiculously embarrassing story than the last. He stole her favorite dress and drunkenly fell into the river. He took them out to get 'fucked up' and brought out a single baggy of oregano and acted like it was getting him high. He mistook her for six different women over the course of a single two hour dinner date. He did seven lines of cocaine, forgot she existed, and tried to fight god with a bottle opener.
Everyone in that place has to know he's lying through his teeth, but it's just too fun a story to turn down. In fact... each of them starts spreading their own version of the rumors, embellishing as they go, and delighting in the PR hurricane they're creating around this poor man.
Tim reconvenes the next day to ask Jason about what went down, and if he’s okay and what not. In the middle of Jason’s lively recounting, Tim receives a text from Dick asking for confirmation that his suspicions are correct and that Cerulean Orbs was Jason and mentioning that he’s having laughing conniption fits over the fact that Bruce can’t even begin to figure it out. There is a video of Bruce losing his mind about it attached.
Anyways, I really like the idea of Jason doing drag and I hope this catches other people's fancy too!
#we've got ten billion carolina hills i believe in our collective powers of dragification#jason todd#red hood#damian's tomfoolery
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Can you explain your thoughts on pegging more? Why is it at the top of your list? I'm curious because several other acts come to mind as obviously more degrading toward women first
It's just a personal pet peeve of mine. I think it's because it's pegged (pun intended) as some feminist equaliser in the bedroom (think the scene from deadpool where she says 'happy women's day'), or a sexy domme role-reversal thing. The humiliation comes less from the action itself but how it's portrayed in media, how it's sold as 'taking the power back' when it's just a straight-up admittance that penetration = power and abuse, with zero critical thinking about what that says for women. The media depictions love to go a step further with the implication that the man is in physical pain/the woman is pushing it on him. When IRL the vast majority of pegging enjoyers are men. But we're still expected to go uwu poor widdle emasculated man. Give me a fucking break.
Even back in my kink days I really hated 'femdom' imagery and expectations because of the same humiliation that the woman is 'in charge' and yet she is still the one who is dressed all sexy for the male gaze (and is totally focussed on him and his orgasm, or lack thereof). One thing I noted time and time again is how the woman is dressed up to the nines, where the man is typically naked and pudgy and ugly. Even in their wildest fantasies where they're supposedly 'submitting' to the demands of women, men can't imagine a scenario where they're attractive.
Let's not forget how the guys talk about it, as well. With your average normie dom dude there are avenues in which you can piss him off. You tell off one of these sub guys though? It's all 'oooh yes I am a bad boy, plz punish me mistress' and feminist blogs such as myself have to keep out those weird bait asks that are like 'since all men are totes evil should they be kept outside naked and service women to make up for it???'
To me there's something very psychologically twisted and gives me the ick about dressing up and play acting 'dominance' when you're literally just performing for your oppressor class. Women's anger at sexual violence and desire for equality is turned into a cheap pornified parody. So yeah, a lot of your classic sub/porn acts are definitely objectively worse, I just really hate that specific brand of ironic mockery that we're all supposed to think is empowering for us.
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don’t blame me (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)
a/n: i’ve never written from Phoenix’s perspective before and it was a risk doing it but I wanted someone else to tell the first part of the story. i have to admit that i’m nervous about this one. i like to think Rebel’s anger is quieter than Mav and Rooster’s, but when she strikes, she strikes hard. (please see: every time Rebel has insulted someone). anyways, this got so far away from me and i am so sorry.
summary: One of the new TOPGUN pilots is caught making moves on Rooster. Moral of the story? Rebel is not to be fucked with.
based on this idea from @starcrosslove and this addition from an anon
the (unofficial) part two to heart made up on you
the title comes from taylor swift’s “don’t blame me”
part of same mistakes-verse
main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist
warnings: swearing, implied homophobia, someone talking shit, insecurities, crying, kissing, mentions of sex, my general Navy inaccuracies and making the Navy work for me, Rebel’s a little bit of a bitch but she’s earned it, i genuinely have no good explanation for this
word count: 5,833
It’s the mention of her best friend that first catches Phoenix’s attention.
At the drop of Rooster’s name, she turns ever-so-slightly, catching sight of one of the female pilots from the new TOPGUN class talking to a few other pilots from the base. Ace is her callsign.
Ace is one of her least favorite pilots from the new class. The Iron Daggers had been working with them, because as the best, the Navy saw the things the students could learn from them. But Ace was so sure of herself, she was unwilling to take criticism. Her flying put others in danger and she was resistant to making friends. Her own wingman, Storm, bemoaned the fact that he had gotten stuck with her, and looked mildly unhappy to be trapped at the bar with her. Atlantis, the ever-annoying prick, was with her too, egging her on in the shit she was talking. When it had been revealed by another TOPGUN pilot that the two were related, no one had been surprised. She nudged Bob, tilting her head back to the group behind them and he paused in his conversation with Hangman, listening in too.
“I just don’t understand what he sees in her. I mean I’ll give her credit, she’s fucking hot, but dude...” Atlantis snorts.
“Ace, I don’t know what to tell you. Those two are up each other’s ass. You stand less of a chance with Rooster than I did with Rebel.” His sister lets out an indignant scoff.
“Excuse you! I could definitely bag Rooster by the time the night is over.” Phoenix raises an eyebrow as Hangman slowly leans against the table, trying to not make it obvious that three of them are eavesdropping on this conversation.
“Are you willing to bet money on that sis?” Atlantis taunts.
“You know what, yeah I am. 50 bucks I bang Rooster by the end of the night and their relationship is over. She doesn’t stand a chance.”
“And I’ll bet another $100 Rebel punches your lights out Ace.” Storm responds. “You’re playing with fire here.”
“Oh please, we all know that they aren’t happy together. I’m sure Rooster’s just waiting for the first pretty girl to make a move. None of them are brave enough to go against her, but I feel no fear.”
“Damn straight.” Atlantis agrees, raising his beer in his sister’s direction.
“She’s a fucking miserable bitch. Their relationship has been over for a long time and neither of them are willing to admit it. I wish she’d go away honestly.”
“And you’re sure you’re gonna be successful?” Atlantis asks, a smirking gracing his face.
“Oh, hell yeah. All I need to do is give him a little wink, let him cop a feel, and the boy is mine.”
Storm sucks in a long breath through his teeth. “You’d better be careful with that Ace. You’re flying with Coyote tomorrow morning. You ruin his best friend’s relationship, you're asking for trouble.”
Damn right, Storm.
The bell jingles, singling new arrivals and the group behind them pauses, turning. A quick glance reveals Rebel and Coyote with Rooster, Fanboy, and Payback right behind them. They split off, Coyote and Rebel making their way over with the other three stopping at the bar. Another quick glance reveals that Atlantis is smirking at his sister, gesturing to Rooster with a now’s your chance look. She huffs and grabs her beer, making her way towards the three unsuspecting pilots. Phoenix quickly catches Rebel’s eye as her and her best friend arrive at the group.
“What?” She asks as Coyote settles in next to his boyfriend. She nods her head to the pilots behind them and her gaze drifts over their heads to the others. She turns back, confusion filtering in her look. “Okay, so Storm and Atlantis are here. And?” Phoenix shifts forward, resting her arms on her knees.
“They were talking about you.”
She shrugs. “Okay? They don’t bother me.”
“They were talking about you and Rooster. Ace bet her brother 50 bucks she could bang him by the end of the night. They were talking massive shit about your relationship.” Something in Rebel’s eyes harden, glancing back over to her boyfriend, who’s now looking mildly uncomfortable at the pilot unabashedly drapping herself on top of him. Still, she shrugs again.
“So? What do I care? Some hotshot pilot isn’t gonna fuck up my relationship. I’ve known him since I was in diapers, he’s been my best friend for years, and I’m the one he’s coming home to every night. She’s not gonna do shit.” Her voice rises as she talks. The group collectively shoots her a look and she sighs, shoulders drooping. “Fine, so I care a little.”
“My favorite part was when Storm bet her a 100 bucks you punched her lights out, which I would very much like to see you do, so go get your man.” Hangman says, which earns him an elbow to the rib from Coyote.
“Rooster’s a big boy, he can take care of himself.”
“I vote you go defend your honor.” Hangman responds, which results in another elbow to the ribs from his boyfriend and a glare from Rebel.
“They’re coming over here.” Bob mutters, twisting back around from where he’d been watching Ace flirt with Rooster. Rooster looks unhappy about the pilot who’s following him, Fanboy and Payback still watching from the bar, choosing to stay out of it, it seemed. Atlantis materializes next to his sister as Rooster and Ace arrive.
This should be interesting.
Rooster hands his girlfriend a beer, arm casually slipping around her shoulders. Rebel’s jaw clenches as Ace makes eye contact with her, a smirk on her face as if she’s taunting her. Rooster clears his throat, glancing at the younger pilots who’ve joined them.
“You all know Ace.” He introduces, gesturing to the girl with the hand that’s holding his beer, arm never leaving his girlfriend. She offers a sickly sweet smile, waving. The group doesn’t return the gesture.
“Nice to see you all again.” Atlantis says and the group offers him a glance. Rebel moves, shifting away from her boyfriend to sit opposite Hangman, directly across from Ace. Phoenix exchanges a look with Bob, not enjoying the quiet anger that’s brewing in her Rebel’s eyes.
“Rooster, I have a question.” Ace asks and Rebel’s eyes narrow. Rooster, bless the oblivious boys heart, is unaware of what’s really going on and is very clearly baffled by the situation unfolding.
“Sure.”
“What’s your type?” Rooster’s eyes go wide.
“Um, my type is my girlfriend.”
Good boy Bradshaw.
Some of the tension bleeds out of Rebel’s shoulders. Atlantis is still eyeing her like he did the first night, looking at her in all the ways Phoenix wants to punch him for.
“Well, sure baby, but I could be your type too.” Ace says, a sickening sweetness dripping from her words. Fake, it’s all fake.
“No thanks. I’m very happy with my girlfriend.”
“Are you? I know it must be tiring, being with someone like her.”
“Excuse me?” Rooster says at the same time Coyote offers a “What the fuck are you talking about?” The two glance at each other, neither surprised at the speed in which they rush to defend her. Ace rolls her eyes, shifting.
“I mean, don’t you get tired of it? She never shuts up, she’s constantly making her problems everyone else’s, and she drags down everyone around her. She wouldn't even have half of what she does if it wasn’t for Maverick. The two of you deserve better and you know it.” Rooster huffs, straightening his shoulders as Coyote narrows his eyes. Phoenix takes a quick glance to Rebel, who’s leaning in closely to Hangman, listening closely to the words he’s whispering in her ear. Ace catches the movement too. Unfortunately. “See? I bet she’s cheating on you with him.” The pair pull apart as Hangman raises an eyebrow at her.
“I would never cheat on my boyfriend.” Hangman responds matter-of-factly, taking a sip of beer. Ace takes pause, cocking her head.
Atlantis snorts. “Yeah, that’s a special kind of betrayal, screwing your best friend’s boyfriend.” The quiet anger is still brewing in Rebel’s eyes as she watches Ace carefully.
“What?” Ace kisses, looking to her brother. He turns slightly.
“What, did you not know that?” She shakes her head.
“Yeah, Hangman and Coyote are gay for each other.” Phoenix catches Hangman’s hand shooting out, grabbing the back of Rebel’s jacket as she moves to stand up from her seat. Ace looks around the group, eyes landing back on Coyote.
“You know what, never mind. I’m not sure I want to be around people who support people like you.” If Phoenix peeks over Bob’s shoulder, she can see Hangman’s grip on her jacket tighten as a flash of hurt crosses Coyote’s face.
“Then get lost. We don’t want people like you over here anyways.” Rooster snaps.
Ace scoffs. “People like me?”
“Ignorant bitches who will treat everyone like dirt to get to the top. You don’t care about Rooster, you just care about ruining Rebel.” Phoenix responds and Ace turns to face her. “Fuck off.” Ace huffs, but does, turning on her heel as her brother trails after her. Hangman slowly lets his grip on Rebel go when he’s sure she’s not gonna take after the other pilot.
“Coyote, I’m sorry, she wouldn’t leave me alone.” Rooster mutters after a few minutes of silence. Coyote shrugs.
“Not your fault Bradshaw. Good on you for putting her in her place Nix.” He says, offering her his fist. She fistbumps him as Payback and Fanboy arrive at the edge of the group. The tension could be cut with a knife and Fanboy’s face reflects as much.
“The hell happened?”
Hangman opens his mouth to answer when Bob lets out a “Are you okay?” The group turns, realizing he’s talking to Rebel. The girl’s jaw is tight, her eyes stormy with the same quiet anger, not offering any words as she looks at the ground.
“Rebel, don’t worry about it. I’ve been told worse.” Coyote offers.
“Yeah, and she’s not gonna shake what we have.” Rooster follows up, but she doesn’t look up.
“’M fine. Who wants to play pool?”
Payback groans. “What did Ace do?” Fanboy straightens up.
“Who’s honor are we defending and how bad was it?” Rebel raises her head, running a hand through her hair.
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Are you sure?” Hangman asks quietly, a rare moment of care shown between the two.
“Her day will come.”
-
You sigh, knocking on your Dad’s office door. You shift on your feet, still unsure about what you were about to do.
They needed to go.
“Come in.” He calls and you take a deep breath, pushing the door open. As far Navy offices go, it’s small and got a welcoming feel, one only your Dad could exude. Warlock and Cyclone are there, along with Thunder, one of the other TOPGUN instructors. He looks up, smiling. “Hey kiddo.”
“Hey, sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt.” He shakes his head.
“No, not at all. What’s up?” You sigh, shutting the door behind you quietly.
“Um, I have a concern about one of your pilots. Two, actually.” He swallows as his face hardens. He nods his head to the chair in front of his desk and Cyclone quickly stands up, moving so you can take it. You sit, pulling your hands from your jacket as you swallow. “I want to preface this by saying that I would never intentionally try to get a pilot dismissed from the TOPGUN program because of a personal dislike for them.” Thunder exchanges a look with your Dad.
“What’s gone down?” He asks, folding his hands on his desk. You run a hand through your hair, taking a shaky breath.
“Atlantis and Ace. I have genuine concerns about them. I’m worried that they both might be a danger to other pilots.” Thunder sighs, settling on the edge of the desk.
“You wouldn’t be the first person to express concerns about Atlantis. What did he do?” He asks quietly.
“He’s not very good at respecting other female pilots spaces. I’ve heard rumblings from a few in the new class that he’s not willing to leave them alone, always trying to have a hand on them, making crude comments about their bodies. He’s exhibited this same behavior off-base to other female pilots. He doesn’t understand the word ‘no’ and gets visibly and verbally upset when he’s rejected. I myself have been subject to this.” Cyclone startles.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You shrug.
“It happened weeks ago, at the start of training. We were at the Hard Deck and he got kicked out for his behavior and I thought that was the end of it. But it hasn’t been and if this is how he’s blatantly treating his mentor figures along with fellow pilots, I don’t want to think about how he treats others back on his home base.”
“And Ace?” Thunder asks, unphased by the information regarding Atlantis’ behavior.
“What I’m about to say is on a need-to-know basis and can not leave this office unless absolutely necessary. I also don’t want this to be misconstrued as me going after her personally.” You say, looking Thunder in the eyes. He was a good man, but what you were about to reveal could not get out to the rest of the Navy. And it was personal, but no one needed to know why. Thunder nods, signaling for you to continue.
“The other night, a few of us were at the Hard Deck hanging out. Ace made a comment to Coyote about not wanting associate with people like him.”
“Meaning?” Your Dad asks and you turning your attention to him.
“Meaning as people who are a part of the LGBTQ+ community.” Thunder stands up as your Dad’s eyes widen. “I firmly and genuinely believe this was why she intentionally pulled that stunt during training yesterday.”
The day prior, Coyote and Ace had been assigned to fly with each other as part of the day’s training. She had pulled a stunt that would’ve gotten Coyote hurt had he not been as good of a pilot as he was, in addition to the fact that there was no real enemy plane chasing them, only Maverick. Your Dad had given her hell when she’d landed, but she seemed to care very little about Coyote’s well-being.
Your Dad sighs, shifting to lean back in his seat. “This isn’t the first time we’ve had these complaints about Atlantis. But this kind of behavior from Ace? Unbelievable.”
“I believe it. Respectfully, you guys don’t see how she treats the other pilots when you’re not around. She’s very careful to make sure this all happens off-base. And while Coyote is fine and has brushed the comment off, I worry about how she would treat an openly-gay pilot on a real mission. And I don’t want to let someone else get hurt because I was quiet about what I knew. And we’re all aware that the Navy has an expectation that no pilot would be discriminated against or treated unfairly because of their sexual orientation.” You’re looking at your Dad, and only your Dad now, begging, pleading, with him to understand where you’re coming from.
And he should, because he lived through Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. And he does, because you knew what he had with Uncle Ice.
Thunder looked to Maverick. “I think we both know what to do about Atlantis. But I’ll support whatever call you make about Ace. The Daggers are your pilots and you know them best.” Your Dad remained quiet, studying you.
“Does Coyote know you’re doing this?” Warlock asks from the chair next to you. You shake your head.
“He would be so mad if he did.” You respond quietly.
“Disregarding the fact that I’m displeased that this happened to one of my own pilots, you and I both know this can’t be tolerated Maverick.” Cyclone says, looking at your Dad. Your Dad finally sighs leaning forwards in his chair.
“Thunder, Cyclone, and I will discuss this with a few of the higher-ups. Thank you for bringing your concerns forward Lieutenant.” You swallow at the use of your rank, at the quiet emotion in his voice. You were in so much trouble. “Unless you have any other concerns you’d like to bring forward at this time, you may go.” You shake your head, standing up from the chair. Warlock and Cyclone bid you a quiet goodbye as you leave the office.
If Dad didn’t get to you first, Coyote was definitely going to kill you.
-
“Hey, are we good?”
You look up to see Coyote settling next to you in the rec room. Training with the TOPGUN class had been delayed for the day, and Atlantis and Ace were very noticeably missing. Their absence was the topic of the day as you all continued to wait. You had stayed quiet, not wanting to reveal what you had done.
You and Coyote hadn’t talked since that night at the Hard Deck. You and Rooster had talked some, but you hadn’t revealed your conversation with your CO’s to him either. He’d be pissed if he knew that this is what you had done. He could claim that Ace flirting with him was not a big deal, assure you that the two of you were secure in your relationship, but it wasn’t the flirting with him that had bothered you at your core. The things she had said, not only to Coyote, but to you, about you? Unforgivable. And you knew she wasn’t sorry for them, not in the slightest.
“Rebel?” He prods, nudging your shoulder with his own. You startle, realizing you had zoned out.
“Sorry, I spaced. What did you say?”
“Are we good? We haven’t talked much the last few days.”
“We’re fine Coyote.” You respond, offering him a tight smile that you know probably comes out more like a grimace. He looks at you as if he doesn’t quite believe you. Rooster quietly joins you, settling on your other side as you lean up against the windowsill.
“Did you do something I should know about?” He whispers quietly.
“Yeah, where the hell are those two?” Coyote says, crossing his arms.
You fixate your gaze to the board on the opposite side of the room. “Not a clue. And no.”
“Did you do something you don’t want me to know about?”
“No.” It’s a lie, but you’re not going to reveal it. There had been good intention in what you’d done, genuinely worried about the safety of other pilots, but it’d been rooted in selfishness and you couldn’t quite swallow the guilt about that fact. Hangman walks over to you, placing himself on the edge of the couch that’s nearest to the window.
“Are you okay?” He asks quietly, shifting to rest his arms on his knees. You pull at your NAVY sweatshirt and shrug.
“What did you do?” Coyote asks as Maverick and Thunder appear in the doorway.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You whisper as the conversation in the room stalls, all looking to their CO’s. Your Dad clears his throat, glancing at Thunder.
“Sorry for the delay pilots. It’s been decided the Daggers are not going up with you as we need to sort out new arrangements. Ace and Atlantis have been let go from the TOPGUN program, dismissed for their behavior.” A murmur ripples throughout the TOPGUN class as every pilot from your squadron turns to face you. You feel yourself shrinking, trying to make yourself small at their gazes. You can feel both Coyote and Rooster straighten next to you, as Hangman gives you a look that tells you he sees right through you.
“What did you do?” Rooster whispers sharply.
Maverick clears his throat, silencing the pilots. “I want to remind you that sexual harassment or discrimination of any kind is not tolerated. We here at Miramar take these reports very seriously and do not want any other pilots to feel as if their behavior has been ignored.”
Coyote turns to look at you, but you refuse to meet his eye, only looking to your Dad, who you know is not thrilled with you. He falls back, turning to Thunder. Thunder steps forward, looking to the TOPGUN class. “You are all dismissed. Please head to the locker rooms and get ready for training for the day. Iron Daggers, will you stay for just one moment?” The TOPGUN class gets up to leave as your squadron pulls closer to the two CO’s. You swallow, willing them to not out you for what you had done. The door to the rec room shuts as your Dad sits one of the chairs, looking at his team.
“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry to you all if any of you were affected by Atlantis or Ace’s behavior. What both of them did never should have happened. Coyote, I’m especially sorry to you, because I know Ace’s views were reflected that day she flew with you.” Coyote shakes his head.
“No worries, sir. Walked away without a scratch.” Your Dad smile ruefully.
“And we’re all very glad for it.” He stands up, moving back to where Thunder stands. “You’re all dismissed.” The team moves to exit the room.
“Oh, and Rebel?” Thunder calls. You turn, as does the rest of the team.
“Thank you for coming forward about your concerns, I know that must not have been easy for you.” You swallow, nodding. You slip past the rest of the team and out into the hallway, everyone following behind you. Coyote catches up first, walking just behind you.
“Why did you do that? I told you it was fine and to let it go.” You turn abruptly, bumping into Coyote’s chest.
“Selfishly, I didn’t do it all for you.” You snap, eyes narrowing.
Hangman lets out a low whistle. “Damn, remind me to never fuck with you.” Rooster shoulders him out of the way as Coyote stumbles back from you.
“The hell was that?” Your boyfriend asks, the anger flickering in his eyes.
“No one is going to talk about me that way. My old squadron did enough of it.” Rooster deflates as he looks at you, glancing at Coyote. You sigh, slipping your hands into your back pockets as you look at your team and then back to your boyfriend and best friend.
“Look, I love the both of you. And I’d go to bat for you, always. But I didn’t do it just for you. What I did was out of genuine concern but it was also for me. I’m done being harassed by other pilots and I’m not sorry for standing up for myself for once.” You swallow, shrugging. “And if that upsets you, that’s on you, not me. I won’t apologize for what I did.” Rooster and Coyote exchange a look as Phoenix steps froward, slipping an arm around your shoulder.
“I’m so proud of you.” She laughs and you give her half a smile, rolling your eyes. “You know what, I’m buying you a beer.”
Hangman chuckles. “I’ll double that. Good on you.” You look back to Coyote and Rooster, who both seem to be struggling with what to say.
“I feel bad about it but I’m not sorry.” You say, feeling the guilt slip from your shoulders.
“For what it’s worth, if I was you, I would’ve done the same exact thing.” Bob says quietly and you look over to him. “You shouldn’t have to tolerate that from any one.”
“My Dad doesn’t think so. Thinks I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”
“Your Dad’s just mad he had to do the paperwork for dismissing someone.” Phoenix jokes, shaking you with the arm thats still slung around your shoulder.
“Speak of the devil.” Fanboy mutters as Halo and Fritz shift, allowing your Dad room into the group. Phoenix lets her arm fall from your shoulder as she straightens up.
“You are to never do that again, do you understand me?” He says quietly, only looking at you, and Rooster glances at him. Very rarely did you and your Dad fight but it was never good, what with two of you being the most stubborn of individuals who'd never budge.
“Mav-” Rooster gets bypassed as your Dad keeps talking.
“You are so lucky Atlantis was already halfway out the door and that Ace’s behavior was a real concern for the higher-ups because if just one of them suspected you were personally going after those two, you would have been dishonorably discharged within the day. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Have you actually asked her why she did it?” Rooster asks and your Dad pauses, looking to him. He shakes his head slowly. “You should hear her out Mav, it’s not what you think.” Your Dad swallows, shifting to straighten his shoulders.
“Out with it then.” He gestures to you.
“I don’t get a choice, do I?”
“Not a chance in hell. If you did this for either of these two, you and I are going to have serious issues.”
“I didn’t do it for them.” You sigh, glancing at your best friend. “Look, what she said wasn’t cool. But I’m fucking tired of pilots talking about and treating me however they want to.” Your Dad shakes his head, the anger now mixing with confusion.
“What?”
“Ace said some pretty terrible things about Rebel. About her relationship. Fully tried to get Rooster to cheat on her.” Hangman responds quietly, glancing around the hallways as if the girl would appear at the mention of her name.
“Like?” Your Dad prompts.
“No, we’re done talking about this.” You interrupt, casting a look to Hangman. Hangman had shared with you what Ace had actually said that night, in a hushed tone that only you could hear. It didn’t need to go any farther then three who were present for it and you. You look to Phoenix. “How about that beer?”
“No, we’re not done talking about this.” Your Dad responds, the anger returning.
“Listen, nobody gave a shit when Coyote put his wings on the line for me. What does it matter?”
“It matters because I don’t want you throwing away your career because a girl was flirting with your boyfriend. At least Coyote had a good reason.”
You scoff. “Oh, give me some credit here, please.” Your Dad sighs, studying you for a moment. “It’s not just about the flirting or the going after my relationship or hurting my best friend. She went after me. And maybe that’s a petty reason, but I don't care.”
“It’s not.” You look to your best friend, who sighs. “It’s not a petty reason.”
“I agree.” Rooster says, shifting. “Look, you- you’ve been through hell while in the Navy and like Bob said, I wouldn’t have tolerated it either. Not ever, not after what the Green Vipers put you through.” You swallow.
“So... we’re all good?” You asking, looking between the three men. They all nod and you let out a deep breath, feeling even more guilt slip from your shoulders. “Alright, so that beer?” You say, turning to Phoenix. She laughs and nods. The group turns, heading towards the parking lot as Rooster slips his hand into your own. When you reach the parking lot, he begins tugging you towards his Bronco.
“We’ll meet you over there.” He calls as the pair of you break off.
“Gonna lecture me in private?” You say quietly once the car’s been started and is pulling away from base.
“No, but I want to know why you didn’t tell me.”
“About which part?”
“That you were getting them fired.”
“Okay, my intention was not to get them fired.”
“You know what I meant.” He says, giving you a look.
“Look, I knew you’d be mad.”
“I’m not mad, I’m just- Why did you let me think it was because you were jealous?”
“Well, I mean I was. No one likes seeing a younger, pretty, intelligent girl throwing herself at their boyfriend.”
He sigh, looking at you as he takes your hand. He squeezes it and then brings it up to his lips to kiss it gently. “You’re the only pretty, intelligent girl I want.” You swallow, biting your lip. The comment Ace had made about the two of you only staying together because of how long you’d been together was running on repeat in your head. You could hear the words, even though you hadn’t actually heard them, only repeated by Hangman. “What? What’re you thinking about?”
“But how do you know that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like... we’ve known each other for years. How do we know that what we felt as teens is still... are we forcing something that isn’t there?” The road is quiet, but he pulls off to the shoulder anyways. He sighs, leaning back in his seat as he grips the steering wheel.
“What are you saying?” His voice is quiet, void of emotion, but you can see the hurt in his eyes as he looks at you. You shift, turning to face him.
“I just... if you’re staying with me because of how long we’ve been together or- or if you feel trapped-”
“Do you think I feel trapped?”
“No. I don’t know!” You defend as he looks away from you, grip adjusting on the steering wheel.
“So what, you want to break up?”
“No.” You say, shifting away from him.
“Why do you love me?” He asks and you turn again, gaping at him.
“Uh, because I love you?” You laugh nervously, uneasy about where he’s going with this. “Because you make me laugh into the night and you push me to be a better person. Because you’re the first person I want to tell things to and the first person I want to see in the morning. But this isn’t about me, this is about you and you staying because of what we’ve been through together. If you’re only with me because of the fact that we grew up together or because we spent so long apart or, whatever, I just- it would break my heart but I’d rather us not be together than for you to stay because- hmph.” You’re cut off by Rooster grabbing your shirt and pulling your lips to his.
He pulls away after a moment, but he remains close to you, eyes searching your face. “Sorry, I needed you to shut up for a minute.” He swallows as his hands move from you shirt to your face, cradling it as he looks at you honestly. It takes everything in you to not look away from his piercing look that’s making you feel more vulnerable than you’ve ever felt.
“Ace said something about us only staying together because of how long we’ve been together. And I just- I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay because-”
“Because what? Because you were there when Mom died? Because you were at my high school graduation? Honey, I love you because you were there. I’ve been with other girls but no one has ever truly understood me in the way you do, because no one gets it like you do. You were there on every anniversary after Dad died. You were there when Mom got sick and you were there when she passed. You were there when I graduated from high school and you were there, even when you weren’t. I love you because at 16, the only thing I wanted to do when I got my license was go on road trips and listen to music with you. I love you because you knew Mom and she adored you, and you felt her death just as much as I did. I love you because you forgave me, even when you didn’t have to. I love because you’re my partner and the only person I have felt this myself with. I love you because you scream Taylor Swift songs in the car and cry over videos of cute dogs and let me cook for you, even though I know you’ve learned how. I love you because of how long we’ve known each other. There’s no one else in this world I would want to be with.” You take a shaky breath, moving away from his grasp to wipe away your tears. He grabs your chin, turning your head back to him so he can wipe them away with his thumb, still looking at you with that raw honesty, the pure love that you’re not so sure you deserve. You swallow, unsure of what to say.
“I-”
“For the record, I don’t want another pretty pilot. I want you. It’s only ever been you.” You nod, still feeling breathless.
“I know.” You whisper, because you do know. There’s a beat of silence as he takes one of your hands. “Do you think they’d be mad if we didn’t show?” He raises his eyebrow. “I kind just want to go home.” You whisper. He chuckles softly, leaning over to give you one more kiss.
“Yeah, let’s go back to my place.”
Once back at the Bradshaw household, he ordered pizza as you warded off texts in the group chat, rain-checking the beers Phoenix and Hangman owed you. They were giving the two of you shit, stating that you guys could bone later (thanks Hangman) which earned a middle finger emoji from your end. Later, once you were fed and wrapped up underneath a blanket with your boyfriend, him pressing soft kisses to your shoulder and rubbing circles into the skin did you bring up what happened in the car.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper as the movie flickers across the screen, casting the only light in the room. The words are so quiet, you’re unsure if he heard them.
“Don’t be. I shouldn’t have gotten mad.”
“No, not that, I meant it when I said I wasn’t sorry. The other thing. What I said in the car.”
“Oh.” Oh? You swallow nervously, rolling to face him, back turned away from the TV. “Hi.” He whispers, reaching up to poke your nose. You scrunch it and stick your tongue at him, causing him to laugh. “Don’t be sorry. I love you. This is the one thing you don’t have to worry about, because I’m not going anywhere.”
“Still, I shouldn’t have-”
“Honey, your Mom left. Your old team spent two years telling you in detail all the reasons why no one would ever like you. Ace wasn’t kind with her words and I’d be upset too. It’s okay.”
“Still-”
“I’ll kiss you to make you shut up again.” He threatens but there’s no malice in his words, only laughter.
“Wouldn’t hate that.” You whispered and he smirked.
“Yeah, I know.”
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Hi, I would really appreciate it if people would stop hurting my favorite AO3 Authors. Please and thanks.
Like what the hell guys? I'm tired. It's 2 am and I just found out that Greenie had to private their works?
I'm so sad and angry about this. I can't believe that it happened again and so fucking soon after what happened to Zar! What is wrong with you people???
Literally, all they've done is write things that make them happy and in turn, they've made a lot of other people happy too.
So what's the fucking issue here?
Is it that you think that just because you're on the internet suddenly your actions don't have consequences?
That your words can't hurt real live people?
And if you do this shit with the intention of hurting someone, then you need to go outside, touch some grass, and grow the hell up. Because guess what? The world doesn't revolve around you and your opinions! Crazy, I know.
I haven't been in this fandom for very long. Literally maybe only 6 months. And already I've seen so many people get beaten down by others to the point of leaving the fandom altogether. I'm so fucking mad right now and I don't have anywhere to put that anger and it's so frustrating.
How dare you ruin this for them. Don't you fucking get it? Writing is one of the purest forms of expression. These people are pouring their hearts and souls into their work and they are creating fucking masterpieces! They are turning their pain and their thoughts into pieces of art and all you can think to do is criticize? To be cruel to them because it doesn't fit your tastes?
Fuck off.
Zar didn't deserve this and Greenie sure as fuck didn't either.
I hope that they both end up okay in the end and if they never put their work out there again I wouldn't blame them. Would it break my heart? Yes, absolutely. I love their works. I love their writing. But if it comes at the cost of their own mental health, then I don't fucking want it.
And Greenie, if you see this, I'm so sorry love. I know we haven't spoken to each other and I don't know what exactly went down for you to make this decision, but I hope you know that for what it's worth, in spite of everything, in spite of the people that forced your hand, you have my support and my love.
Please take care of yourself. You deserve the world. <3
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Go fuck yourself anon
This morning I received an extremely condescending ask, where an anonymous person said they were heartbroken by my recent 'pro-Israel' posts and could not in good conscience engage with my works until I learned to have 'empathy.'
I immediately deleted it, because it was idiotic. But here's the thing: I don't usually post about the war. So then I started thinking about what I posted recently that might be viewed as pro-Israel. And now I'm mad.
Here is a list of posts that might be CONSTRUED as pro-Israel (by this person) starting from most recent back to Oct. 7th:
-A post joking about a misspelled 'happy Hanukkah' greeting
-A post about different types of menorahs
-A post talking about a Philedelphia-based Jewish man who was targeted by violent rioters for the crime of.... donating to a civilian-led non-profit that provides free medical services to Israel.
-A post about misconceptions over the names of places in Israel, and how the Hebrew words are fucking old and basically have nothing to do with colonialism regardless of what you think about the war.
-A post condemning the denial of Hamas rape victims, because Hamas are terrorists, regardless of anything else you might believe about the war,
-A post talking about what zionism actually means, historically, since it's kinda a relevant issue and some people use it improperly.
-A post also talking about the definition of genocide.
-A silly posts about Jewish prayer emojis
-A post which I will quote here, actually:
-A post about biased media coverage.
-A post about a Jewish journalist who feels unsafe.
-A post calling out people for only caring NOW, and only getting angry at Israel, rather than – for example – neighboring Egypt refusing to open the border. Because people love hating Israel without figuring out why.
-Another post by Jewish people alarmed by how VIOLENT people are getting toward them.
-A post again pointing out that you can think both Israel and Hamas are doing bad things, actually.
-A post where I lament that I can't post the next chapter of Without Reason because it included a scene with a synagogue and there's no way I can post it without people assuming it's some sort of commentary on the war.
-A post I can't rapidly summarize but that basically criticizes people being callous and, again, anti-semitic while pretending anti-semitism doesn't exist.
That's it, that's all I can find in a quick search since Oct. 7th. You might notice that none of these are really explicitly pro-Israel. In fact, most of them aren't about Israel at all, and they certainly don't demonize Palestine. So what I'm gathering is that this anon is deeply hurt by my posts about *checks notes* – Jewish holidays, Jewish terminology, and rising anti-semitism.
And a desire for people to calm down and use nuance in their discussions, which I guess is scary to some folks.
My most recent posts are about the holidays. If you cannot read a 'happy hanukkah' message without conflating your political anger – about a war on the other side of the world - with anger toward all Jewish people, I am asking you to examine YOUR lack of empathy, and particularly why it does not extend toward Jews.
And if you don't want to 'engage with my work,' great! I don't write to entertain anti-semites :) So get the fuck away from me.
#i don't know why anyone cares about the political views of some rando fic writer anyway#much less feels a need to virtue signal about it#but if you care#my main opinion is that the situation is fucking complex#and no i will not elaborate#because the internet hates nuance and rational discussion and I don't care enough about the opinions of anyone here to start a fight#also LOL at the idea I should care about someone not reading my works#if you think 'well NOW the author will surely reconsider' that's frankly much more insulting#in what it implies about the strength of my moral stances#fuck off
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𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐓 𝟐
from critical role's the mighty nein episodes 34-71. feel free to change prompts as you see fit!
❝do they know you?❞
❝do they check weapons at the door, or anything like that?❞
❝i want to see how strong you’ve gotten.❞
❝well, how do i look?❞
❝i like myself just the way i am.❞
❝call this your home so long as you’d like to stay.❞
❝do you still love them?❞
❝love is a funny thing.❞
❝can you recommend any bookstores here?❞
❝hey, crime boss, are you my dad?❞
❝i don’t want people to know i’m still alive.❞
❝you’re asking a lot of questions for a person i just met.❞
❝i think you could snap me like a twig.❞
❝i think, perhaps, it’s destiny. do you believe in destiny?❞
❝i don’t have any dreams at night. is that worrisome?❞
❝it is funny how you keep showing up like a bad penny.❞
❝please don’t kill me.❞
❝i didn’t expect you to come in here and slaughter my contacts.❞
❝who were you supposed to deliver this to?❞
❝you’re not afraid of dying, are you?❞
❝is life always this directionless?❞
❝sometimes the things that are the most beautiful are the things that can hurt you the worst.❞
❝out of idle curiosity why have you been trying to butter me up?❞
❝i thought i had you figured out.❞
❝we’re about to be boarded by fucking pirates.❞
❝i am trying to process this as quickly as i can.❞
❝is there food in this bitch?❞
❝do you want to control the sea?❞
❝how many dudes you think you killed?❞
❝how many fingers am i holding up?❞
❝get out of there!❞
❝these days i’ve spent with you are the most exciting of my entire life.❞
❝this was the worst day of my life.❞
❝i’m getting used to the idea that this wouldn’t be a test if it was easy.❞
❝i think the world is shaping you into something important and i want to make sure that you get to wherever you need to be.❞
❝okay, i feel like shit, so i’m going to bed.❞
❝what was your first kiss like?❞
❝don’t fire on them unless they fire on us, you understand?❞
❝sometimes you can be nice to people too.❞
❝you better be sure this is something you want to die for.❞
❝if you’re lying to me, i’ll slit your throat.❞
❝pleasure to meet you. i have the feeling you’re having a really bad day.❞
❝just keep your mouth shut for like 30 damn seconds.❞
❝this is very dangerous to give to you, but you’re the perfect person to have it.❞
❝i was born to be a cannoneer.❞
❝have you ever sacrificed anything in order to achieve a greater goal?❞
❝i was alone for a long time and ran from everything.❞
❝i feel like a fool much of the time.❞
❝i could fill a book with what i don’t know.❞
❝what if we can never go home?❞
❝this is the best plan we’ve ever had!❞
❝i’m going to summon a demon.❞
❝no, really! she was a really bad person before we killed her and everyone on the boat!❞
❝i’m not an asshole. i’m asshole adjacent.❞
❝of course it’s minimalizing. have you met me? everything i do is minimizing.❞
❝do you ever feel like your relationship with your cat is hindering building stronger relationships with human people?❞
❝i understand when i’m being condescended to! even when i’m drunk!❞
❝hey. sorry for being a dick. bye.❞
❝i go where the wind goes.❞
❝yeah, i’m not a happy guy.❞
❝that’s what we do, we seek out active doom.❞
❝to be perfectly honest, yes, there were quite a few people chasing me.❞
❝best not to call attention.❞
❝i will so gladly introduce you to my cat because i’m very fond of him and love for people to meet him.❞
❝we’re running! it’s bad!❞
❝it was nice to meet you and nearly die next to you.❞
❝i’ve always heard that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but i feel pretty fucking weak right now.❞
❝i think i oddly feel the most comfortable when things are a fraction away from going terribly wrong.❞
❝my mother was a big believer in the buddy system.❞
❝got to be careful with what risks you take, but without risks, you’re never going to get what you want.❞
❝in my loneliness i just turned to anger.❞
❝sometimes you’re running towards something so fast that you can’t remember why you’re running in the first place.❞
❝i get nervous to get close to people because i feel like i lose them.❞
❝i’m either very unlucky or cursed, and i don’t believe in luck.❞
❝don’t forget me. i won’t forget you.❞
❝if you hear the signal, run. you remember the signal? it’s ‘AHHHHHHH'❞
❝don’t turn evil, okay? but if you do, i’ll still be your friend. i mean, it’s okay. you know, some people are evil. it’s okay. just don’t turn evil to me.❞
❝sometimes it sounds like you don’t have much love for home.❞
❝we need to know the ones we love.❞
❝i guess it’s easier to pretend like you don’t care.❞
❝you would do anything for love.❞
❝i would protect you.❞
❝do we look like tourists?❞
❝that could have gone much worse.❞
❝why does it feel like everyone here is hitting on me, but also insulting me at the same time?❞
❝what? why are you looking at me like that?❞
❝i operate alone. that’s how i survived this long.❞
❝i’m a danger to you by proximity, as much as you are a danger to me.❞
❝how was i supposed to get better? you fucking left!❞
❝now, i see great possibility in you. you have potential. but you need to listen to me and think before you act.❞
❝your rash, intense behavior will be your downfall.❞
❝no one has to see what you’re doing is good, as long as it is good.❞
❝i do not do this for accolades. i do this because i serve the purpose to provide a better world for those who. cannot defend themselves.❞
❝i can’t tell your morning voice apart from your just-almost-died voice.❞
❝if you ask, the worst they can do is say no, and throw you in prison, and you’ll never see your family again.❞
❝we are exiles in every sense of the word.❞
❝you made the right call. i’m very proud of you.❞
❝what would you have done differently?❞
❝for the first time in a really long time, i feel hopeful.❞
❝now that i’m with you, i don’t know how i could be apart from you.❞
❝oh boy, i don’t understand anything that’s going on.❞
❝i trust your heart. it’s in a good place.❞
❝i think you might be wrong. i can’t say it with 100% certainty, but you might be.❞
❝i had a very bad dream.❞
❝i think i’ve done something very bad and i don’t remember.❞
❝have i done something terrible?❞
❝i am talking to you as one accomplished liar to another.❞
❝this is our family now and we are looking out for eachother.❞
❝we can remake ourselves into something better.❞
❝those things were fucking scary as fuck!❞
❝it’s a tomb with an exit. that’s the worst kind.❞
❝maybe we shouldn’t go in. let’s just go back.❞
❝i know you lost your family. we can be your new one.❞
❝i’m just doing my best.❞
❝i’ve never seen you get scared.❞
❝are you feeling scared? you should. this is terrifying.❞
❝try what you want. you won’t break me.❞
❝your life hangs by a thread. what have you to lose?❞
❝some of us get tired of macabre fairytales. so you enjoy your mouthful of lies when they choke it out of you.❞
❝we’re being sneaky! stop talking so loud!❞
❝i’m confused. do you want me to stay or not?❞
❝is this conversation appropriate to have in a hot tub?❞
❝it’s been really hard trying to figure out who’s just a traitor and who’s an actual demon.❞
❝all i can give you is my loyalty.❞
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Part 2
Forever
I have seen amazing artists and content creators come and go, and some get taken out by cancellation. Whether it was true or not, I’ve seen the fellow painter and aspiring film maker be chased off respective platforms or generally scared away because of the negative effects of cancellation. They will be canceled over stupid things they did in the past close to a decade ago or over something that isn't true. And honestly, I'm sick of it. I don’t care who you cancellers are, I want to rip you apart with fangs and claws. And I'm sick all of you trolls getting what you want.
There was one artist I knew who made the most beautiful pieces and one random asshole one day called them out for being a pedo. Were they? No, and how would they even know anyway? But everyone just jumped up and dogpiled her. I tried my hardest to intervene and tell her not to listen to what they had to say, but the damage had been done, they succeeded and chased her off. And I will never forgive them for that. Such a talented person chased off and for what? To stroke someone's ego? Because they were jealous? It doesn’t matter. This terrible rage in my stomach has been building up with every artist running away with the fear of being cancelled and I can’t take it.
When it first began, the cancellation movement, some foresaw how bad it would be and realized that they didn’t want to face it. For example, my beloved Jenna Marbles. Who knows, maybe she was tired of the whole YouTube scene to begin with, she had been doing it for ten years after all, but she decided to do her own cancellation to free herself from someone bringing it up instead. Maybe she realized how dangerous this was and that she should just leave before it was too late, cause with 2020 and that cancelling movement on the horizon, I don’t think my girl had the strength to keep up. She did her own cancellation suicide and fucked off, escaping criticism by criticizing herself. And I was heartbroken. Still am. That it had gotten so bad that a content creator would freely air out her own dirty laundry to feed the rabid wolves and make her escape. And there were those who relished off of it. Happy she was gone. Making me sick and fueling my anger even more.
And then there were more. Mostly men, cancelled here and there. I won't name names, but we know them. Know who they are if you followed any cancellation ever. And chased off usually over some stupid shit they said in their twenties or being accused of grooming. Which the former most of the time seems easier to bounce back from then the later. Being called a racist, homophobic, etc., can be subjective. Especially during this day and age when the internet is so unbelievably sensitive to everything because they read every word with malicious intent towards themselves specifically. But so many content creators get targeted at the height of popularity or just because they were extremely popular. It’s obvious. So well known, and the bigger they are, the harder they fall. And some if not many, y'know, don’t deserve it. Some if not many don’t deserve cancellation and I will bite with so much rage in my being on their part. I know they can probably take care of themselves, but there are so many who can’t. They can’t hold on in these seas of accusations.
And then there are those who bounce back. Many will argue that they shouldn’t, but after time many seem to have forgiven what they were canceled about or just simply don’t care. Like Mr. Logan Paul for example. The man had such a lack of sense that he filmed a dead body and posted that on Youtube. And now he is doing interviews for Mr Beast. I just find that one... Interesting? Now, I don’t know much about Logan Paul except for all his drama. I don’t care too much for him cause he’s pretty loud and that hurts my ears. Nor is his content for me. I don’t know much about him as a person at all and can’t speak on behalf of his character. I don't know if Logan Paul grew up or gained some common sense, but what I do know is that he held out. He washed off all the judgment and accusations, drama or whatever and held on. Which seems to be the only cure for cancel culture on the internet. Is to endure.
And I don't want these trolls to feel more empowered than they already do. Cause I hate these trolls and want to cave their teeth in. Or maybe expose them too. Show your face, cowards behind the screen. You accuse those who are wide out in the open of the most terrible things, at least have the balls to say it to their faces instead of hiding in your monitors.
And frankly, when has cancellation ever helped anyone? I find it very useless and it just hurts people. Maybe if it was directed at large corporations or films making ugly versions of sonic, then I could see that as impactful. But no, it usually goes after the individual which is just so stupid. Hounding them about the past and past shit they said. So idiotic, it baffles me that people still allow it. To let the trolls say they have moral superiority over you and what they say goes. Gross. And you just know that these bastards on the other side of the screen have done shit too. They’ve said the wrong thing to the wrong person. Probably worse. Made the nastiest of jokes and comments. And are just being hypocritical and immature. I know I am also not above people and stupid dark jokes and these trolls should quickly learn this too if they know what’s good for them.
And these cancellers certainly have a lot of time on their hands. They might be young. Maybe. Might be a stupid kid which if so I could expand the notion, that if it is a stupid kid, then yeah, they could be forgiven for what they've done one day as I would expect these content creators to be forgiven for the stupid shit they said in their youth one day too. But also, what they did was horrible. I would respect Forever if he actually went about suing someone, but I don’t think he can sue a child. But still, what a horrible child. If only their parents knew. That they are dismantling lives just because they find someone annoying.
But to be for real and realistic, I think this person is some sad boring unemployed troll who resents him for whatever reason and this is their way of retaliation. And with that... Forever get their ass. He is upending your life and attempted to do the same to some of your friends. Get em.
And lastly, if Forever really was a creep, which no he is not, I want to ask Quackity if he did background checks on any of these content creators? Or did he just invite them in which I could see as a major oversight. Because these creators, I feel like when inviting them into something like a Minecraft server, it’s akin to a sponsorship. It supports your project but you have to do a thorough background check to see if they are safe for stream. Which is just why I found that it doesn't make sense at all that at least Quackity wouldn't know about Forever’s past! With how rife and pungent cancel culture is now, if I was him, I'd be so on edge. Especially if it’s my passion project was on the line. And he should know what it's like, even at his young age, he should know from what he's seen. And maybe the QSMP was seen as something small at first so he didn’t make the precautions, but once QSMP was getting bigger, wouldn’t he have checked? He should have been able to as well. Some rando online found these tweets thanks to pure spite, I'm sure Quackity and co could have done some digging sooner, months earlier and have made a decision. So this, this here, makes the least sense to me out of this entire nonsensical situation.
But hey, if Forever somehow is a freak which I can tell he’s not, then I will eat my words. But that is not today.
(Same with part 1. I will block you if I find you too annoying. My temper is short and my block button is sincerely right there.)
(But I have said what I wanted to say. There is probably more. But Goodbye for now.)
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