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Flames

Male reader x Aespa Winter

Length: 5564 words

TW: smut

Perfection is a word you rarely use, if not, have not used it at all, believing that everything has its own flaws and weaknesses. It is almost like a mantra of your life, an excuse to let every mistake in your life have a reason why it happens, but that stubborn way of thinking changed after you met Kim Minjeong.

Minjeong, who prefers to be called by her friends as Winter, has an exceptional beauty comparable to a fine winter morning. Her beautiful eyes shine like sparkling snow reflecting the sunshine. Her nose is so small it looks like a fawn resting peacefully inside its hole, protected against the layer of the cold snow. Most of all, her cold glare and attitude against strangers fit her name, that's why they wonder how a tacky, not-so-cool-looking guy like you managed to melt her ice-cold heart.

Though you see Minjeong as a perfection, a pearl among a sea of pebbles, she sees herself differently. She loves how you cherish and worship her like a lover, respecting her for who and what she is, but she still can't help but compare herself to others. Society has this image of what they define as a sexy, alluring woman; marvelous bust, tiny waist, and round hips. Minjeong fits on all of it except the first category.

Even if she has a smaller, sexier hip and waist compared to other women in her same frame, Minjeong’s breasts are too small to be considered a woman’s. Because of her tight, teenager-like body, Minjeong has frequently become a target of malicious unwitty slanders on Instagram; that a chopping board has more curves than her breasts and kissing them will let you know what kissing a man’s chest feels like.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” you ask Minjeong during your cozy cuddle, sensing her sudden gloom as you spoon her on the couch. Today is one of the rare days when both of you are out of work. Every time you two are free, Minjeong invites herself over to your house to hang out, sometimes arranging a dinner date in advance to enjoy sweet moments together.

“Oh, it is nothing, oppa. Don’t worry about it.” Minjeong replies, dispirited.

You take a peek over Minjeong’s shoulder to see what she’s been doing, and you witness something that breaks your heart. Hands trembling as she tries to control both anger and sadness breaking her heart, Minjeong scrolls through her latest Instagram post, reporting every malicious comment about her.

Minjeong senses the fiery anger fuming out of your nose touching her skin, scrolling downward to refresh the app quickly. She knows and is aware of what you have done to help her against her haters, reporting and filing cases against some of them, and she doesn’t want to bring this more in front of you, more than today you two are supposed to be chilling out and getting cozy.

You reach over Minjeong’s body and shut her phone screen off. Setting her device on the coffee table in front of her, you hold your girlfriend by her shoulders, spinning her body to face you.

Meeting you eye to eye, Minjeong cannot suppress her feelings anymore. She breaks down, wailing against your chest heavily. Your blood boils in an instant, filled with rage as you see a fragile kind girl like Minjeong crying and hurting over some trolls behind their monitor who doesn't care how much they hurt the person they are criticizing. Your fists clench until your knuckles turn white. You want to punch someone, you truly are, but you suppress your anger as Minjeong needs you right now. Grabbing some tissues on the coffee table, you wipe Minjeong’s tears, rubbing her back to calm her down.

“Oppa… Do I look hideous?” Minjeong asks while sobbing, stifling between her words.

“Of course, not! Why are you asking that? You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen, Minjeong. The most beautiful woman I fell in and will love forever”

“But the comments on my Instagram account. They said I look ugly. Maybe I-"

As you don’t want to hear Minjeong doubt herself and assure her she isn't as ugly, you lean forward and shut her lips with a kiss. Minjeong gasps, startled by the sudden kiss. Her hands grasp your shirt, toes are curling when you deepen the kiss.

“You are not ugly, Minjeong. People who call you ugly don't know the real definition of beauty, let alone know you personally. Please don't doubt about your looks." Patting her head, Minjeong slowly nods her head, now blushing and burying her face on your chest again for a different reason.

Feeling Minjeong relaxing, your chest feels a lot lighter now. You hold her chin with your thumb and index finger, lifting her head to face you again. With eyes sparkling like stars, lips quivering as they touch, puckering and parting away, it is Minjeong’s turn to catch you off guard, leaning forward and surprise you with a kiss.

You kiss her back and up the notch, licking her lips for an entrance that she didn’t hesitate to provide. The simple soft soothing kiss to calm down Minjeong slowly turned into a making out, her hands wrapping around your neck to pull you on a deeper kiss. The sound of your lips smooching and smacking, followed by soft groans and wet sucking of each other’s tongues broke the silence of the quiet morning.

Your body heats up in excitement, and you can feel Minjeong feel the same when your hand slides under her shirt, rubbing the skin of her back. Her legs are rubbing against each other, seldomly hitting your leg with her knee as the heat reaches her core. Getting needy as she is, your other hand reached for Minjeong’s top leg, lifting it so you can slide in your thigh between her legs. Your girlfriend slowly slides her crotch on your thigh, her body grinding against your torso.

Minjeong is having the best feeling of her life completely forgotten the malicious comments about her on her Instagram, now that the one that truly cares for her worships and loves her back. She grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging and begging for you to take them off. You smirk between the kiss and pull away, staring at your girlfriend's eyes who's aroused right now.

“W-why, oppa?” she asks, stuttering as her lips quiver, already missing the taste of your lips. “Why did you stop?”

“Because this isn’t the place to treat you with love, my princess. Let’s go back to our love nest.” Smiling, almost a smirk, you answer Minjeong with a wink.

Minjeong was still flabbergasted when you rolled and stood out of the couch. She yelps when you scoop her body, easily lifting her body and carrying her to the bedroom. Slowly, you put Minjeong down on the bed, letting her sit on the edge as you take your shirt and pants off, leaving you in your boxer. Putting your hand over Minjeong’s shoulder, you gently push her down until she's lying on her back, you hovering on top of her. Your hand that holds her shoulder now reaches upward to cup her cheek, the other rests beside her head to keep your body supported.

“You are so beautiful, Minjeong. I can’t help myself but fall for you even more.” You told her the sweetest yet sexily as you could.

“Hmph. Flatterer.” Minjeong huffs, looking away from your melting gaze.

You chuckle and hold your girlfriend by her cheek, turning her head to face you. Her blushing cheeks and welling eyes are the most adorable you have seen, a stare hitting your heart directly and calling out for your love. Losing your control already, you dived in and captured Minjeong’s lips with yours, continuing the making out you two hadn't finished on the couch.

Minjeong gasps, feeling the fiery heat of your love surging in the kiss. Her hands reach forward and rest on your chest, but you immediately take them on each of your hands and pin them beside her head. Her fingers entangle with yours, nails digging on your skin as your hungry wet kisses trail down from her lips down to her jawline.

“O-oppa~ mhhh~” Minjeong groans a throaty moan, fueling your lust further.

You don’t stop kissing her neck until you leave hickeys all over her soft skin, marking her as yours. You keep going further south until you face the hem of her shirt, quickly biting on the fabric and pulling it up to her chest using your teeth to reveal her sexy tummy. With no hesitation, you dwell down, and French kisses her belly button, tongue sweeping the sweet tiny hole.

Minjeong groans from the sudden surge of pleasure, her hands slip out of your hold and immediately grabs the pillow sheets above her head. She didn’t have the chance to process the delectation she feels as you raise her shirt higher, taking her bra up along the way to expose her perky boobs.

The tingling feeling suppressed Minjeong’s urge to hold her moan as your fingers played with her nipples, trapping each inverted nub between your ring and middle finger while the rest pressed and played against her teats.

Squirming hard and lively underneath you, the way Minjeong’s body moves shakes the cage of the wolf inside you. You want to be an unleashed beast, to become feral and feast on the poor gentle fawn beneath you, but you always remind yourself that you must take care of Minjeong’s needs first.

You stop kissing your girlfriend’s sexy midriff and capture one of her teats in your mouth, suckling on it with your tongue rolling on the hardened bean. The sweet taste of her perfect size boobs fills your buds, your glands activating to salivate and savor every flavor you could get. Your free hand roams on the side of her body, tracing the outline of her slim alluring waist until it goes down to her pubic, reaching down to discover her heating core.

Minjeong closes her legs in a snap, trapping your hand to stop your advancement but you still prevail and push her soaked panty aside. Your digits are immediately coated with her slick juice that she squirts after you sucked her breast a bit harder. Wasting no time, you plunge your middle finger inside Minjeong, sliding in and out leisurely while using your thumb and pinky finger to spread her thighs apart.

“Oppa~ ahh~ more please~” Minjeong pants heavily, her neediness shown in every word.

“More of what, Mindeongie? You should tell oppa more clearly” you tease, earning you an unsatisfied grunt from your cute girlfriend.

“P-put more inside me, please~ I need yo-mhhhp! ~" You abrupt Minjeong’s words mid-sentence by putting your index and ring fingers in,

Minjeong’s back arches, pushing forward against your chest as your additional fingers inside her descend deeper into her dripping cavern, each thick digit curling and pressing hard against her warm walls. Her love honey squirts out, wetting the back of your hand as it keeps pumping her.

You stop devouring your girlfriend’s boobs to watch her squirm in pleasure. Her eyes are shut tight, lips parted with tongue sticking out, trying to elicit a moan but can't as she finds herself choking on pleasure.

As you keep giving Minjeong the care she needs, your fingers feel a sudden tightness around them; your hand is soaked and dripping. Her moans are getting high-pitched, breathing turns erratic as she trashes her head around. Knowing that she is already at her limit, you decide to level up your game. You lay down beside Minjeong and tuck her hair behind her ear, blowing hot moist air on her neck.

“Don’t’ hold it, Mindeongie. Oppa wants to feel his baby squirt~” you whisper in Minjeong’s ears, stimulating her mind just as you do her body.

“No! ~ Nghh ~ You are so unfair, oppa~” she wince, still fighting her urge not to cum

Growing impatient, you pump your fingers harder, intentionally making loud, lewd. and wet noises. You then whisper in Minjeong’s ears how much naughty she is for being so wet right now, that her little coochie makes not-so-innocent sounds. You position the base of your palm above her slit, finding her swollen clit effortlessly, and rub it in circles.

Minjeong feels her defense crumbling, slowly succumbing to the pleasure and urge to climax. Having you near her neck, sucking her pulse point, and licking the back of her ear doesn't help either. With a suppressed squeal, each muscle of her body tensing, Minjeong finally let go and orgasms hard against your hand. Her pussy clamps vice around your fingers, thighs trapping your arm as her warm juice floods your hand. Her breathing hitches for a while, mind shuts down due to overstimulation.

“Oppa… I really hate you… You perv…” she pants between her words, eyes still trying to focus.

“Awww~ I love you too, Minjeongie. But I’m sorry. Oppa is still not done with you yet.”

You pat Minjeong’s head and give her a sweet peck before reaching for her clothes. Minjeong groans as she tries to move her tired body, helping the much as she can while you undress her. Now that she’s fully naked, you remove your boxer from your hips, finally unleashing your penis that's been begging for Minjeong’s touch.

“Babe, can you help me with here please?” you beg cutely, earning a chuckle from your girlfriend.

You grab Minjeong’s small hand and wrap her fingers around your veiny shaft, forming a knuckle with a hole to slide your penis on. Minjeong giggles as you give her puppy eyes, which she always says doesn't suit you, yet always falls for it. She slowly moves her hand back and forward, stroking your penis delicately while pulling it closer to her at the same time. You just follow her tugs until you are kneeling beside her head, your bulbous glans reaching close to her face.

“Do I have to suck it? It looks dirty" Minjeong teases, making you pout. "I’m just kidding, babe. Kneel in front of me"

You follow Minjeong's command and straddle her chest, hips hovering above her so you won’t crush her body with your weight. Your girlfriend smirks and parts her lips, attempting to catch and put your dick inside her mouth without the help of her hands. Her futile attempts only cause your dick to grind all over her beauty. Sometimes you make your dick twitch once it aligns with her lips so she has to try capturing it again.

Annoyed and needy, Minjeong surrenders to putting your dick into her mouth using only her lips and finally uses both hands, stroking it hard and rough as a little petty revenge for your teasing, before putting it inside her mouth.

The pleasure your cute girlfriend's small lips give makes you groan sexily. Her soft yet rough tongue flicks on the slit of the tip, harvesting the oozing precum as if your glans is a tap that releases precious sap. You look down and watch Minjeong giggle while sucking your dick, not sure if she finds her actions funny or she’s enjoying having your dick in her mouth; nonetheless, she looks so cute and innocent.

Your hips thrust slowly, carefully fucking Minjeong’s mouth to the back of her throat. She hates it when she gags, complaining that your penis is too big for her throat. You once tried to teach your girlfriend how to deepthroat you, but her uvula immediately contracts and pushes your dick away, an unpleasant feeling for both of you.

Though you dream to have Minjeong suck your dick all day, that plan should be done next time. You retreat your hips, pulling your drool-lubed dick out of her wet lips. Minjeong tries to chase your dick back, looking like a puppy chasing for her treat, but she pouts at you when you rest your whole length on her face instead.

"Appetizer's over, baby~ time for the main course." You coo, putting your hand on Minjeong’s cheek where she grinds over it.

You go out of bed and position yourself in front of Minjeong. Slowly, you crawl your way up starting from her feet, kissing her soles and calves. You then fold her knees and point them to the ceiling, pushing her heels closer to her cute ass. Getting closer to her thighs, your girlfriend tries to kick her legs and straighten out of impulse, feeling ticklish as your tongue and warm breath touch her rosy skin.

You hold Minjeong’s legs firmly, spread them apart, and invite yourself to have a taste of her body. The juices she squirted still linger on her thighs, adding exquisite flavor to her soft skin. You purposely make loud and lewd licking sounds, telling Minjeong how much you enjoy her taste that words can’t convey.

Minjeong curses under her breath as she feels your warm breath teasing her shaven pussy. Her toned legs are trying to close but your body blocks her attempt. Even if you want to taste her more, you teased Minjeong enough and can’t contain your excitement any further.

You trail your perverted tongue from her sexy tummy up to her jawline, hastily capturing her lips and making out with her.

Minjeong’s body squirms underneath you. Her craves for your touch, the lingering feeling of your body against her skin that keeps her warm, are expressed by each slight movement of her body. Her hands slide from your shoulders down to your chest, and one continues to go south until she holds your dick and aims the head in front of her entrance.

You stop kissing Minjeong and look her in the eyes. Minjeong stares back, gulping hard when she feels your warm heavy breath blowing on her face, and nods slowly. She strokes your penis a few more times before pushing the head inside her, letting you do the rest.

“Fuck…” you and Minjeong moan lowly in unison.

Minjeong embraces your body tightly, gasping as you keep pushing and putting your whole penis inside her vagina. Her walls immediately contract around your dick, recognizing its owner and welcoming it with a warm hug. You move your hips slowly, allowing your girlfriend to adjust to your size.

Your leisurely slow pace continues, letting Minjeong enjoy the pleasure your dick gives her. She moans softly as you push in, grinding your dick against her sensitives, but whines adorably when you retreat your hips and pull some of your lengths out. Her fingers are digging into your skin, scratching and wounding up the old wounds she dealt on your back.

“Shit, baby… Why do you look so cute even while having sex?” you groan on Minjeong’s face.

With her eyes half-lid, welling up with cheeks reddened in a rosy hue, Minjeong’s lips parted as she pants, her red tongue sticking out and looking like a puppy. You release a raspy growl, feeling the lust residing deep inside you unleash.

With one arm wrapped around Minjeong’s shoulders, you pull your girl closer to your body, capturing her lips and harshly making out with her. Your thrust increases its pace, pistoning Minjeong’s slick pussy roughly.

Minjeong’s hug on you tightens, embracing her body to accept your wild relentless thrusts. Your sudden roughness sends her to her climax, cumming around your thick and have her juices splashing as your hips collide. Her moans and air in her lungs are being sucked by you, taking her breath away during her orgasm

Feeling her body being less active, her grip around your pussy tightens as she cums, you let Minjeong catch her breath for a while, unlatching your lips from hers and attacking her neck instead.

“Mhhh~ daddy slow down~” Minjeong whines thoughtlessly, gasping for air.

Minjeong’s words sink in both of your minds in a second, and you realize what she just called you. Lifting your head, eyes wide open out of shock but with lips curving upward while trying to suppress your laughter, you and Minjeong slowly turn your heads to look at each other, too sync that it is almost comical.

Mijeong’s whole face turns red, her ears fuming imaginary steam when she looks at your teasing gaze. Never once in the history of making love with you she calls you daddy, saying it was too cliché and hates being treated like a baby now that she’s an adult, yet here she is right now, uttering such an embarrassing word unknowingly in the middle of sex.

"What did you just call me, babe?" you ask with a chuckle, breaking the awkward silence between you and her.

“I-I didn’t say anything! It is just your imagination.” Minjeong huffs and turns her head, looking to her side to avoid your teasing gaze.

“Yes, you are. You just called me daddy,” you say back, “can you please call me daddy one more time?”

Taking her hands away from your back, Minjeong crosses her arms and huffs again. “I don’t want to! Hmph. I’m already done. I lost the mood.” Pouting, Minjeong puts her hands on your chest, trying to push you away

“Wait, wait! Okay fine. I’m sorry babe. I won’t insist on it anymore.”

Trying to bring her mood back, you pepper Minjeong with kisses, alternating between wet lewd kisses with ticklish ones. Her stern angry look crumbles easily with your ticklish lips, can’t resist when you are giving her puppy eyes and sincere care. You lean and peck her pouting lips, hand pats her now ruffled hair. Minjeong sighs and wraps her arms around your neck, keeping her eye contact with you.

“You promise? It was just a spur of the moment, okay? I don’t why I called you daddy. Don’t make me say it again, it is embarrassing” Minjeong explains softly, speaking with her lips open as tight as possible.

You nod and peck her lips, your forehead leaning against hers. “Of course, baby. I won’t insist you to call me daddy unless you want to”

The kiss to seal your promise turns into a messy making-out. Minjeong closes her eyes and kisses back, her fingers sliding against the frame of your broad shoulder. Your lips never left hers as you start moving your hips again, slowly picking up the pace with thoughts of not breaking her.

Your hand leaves her head to knead her boobs, pushing the supple flesh with the base of your palm. As Minjeong breaks the kiss to catch her breath, moaning in pleasure, you lower your kisses down to her neck and chest, capturing her unattended breast between the pair and suckling on her nipples.

Minjeong’s whiny moans feel like music to your ears, her body writhing and dancing to the symphony of making love. Her pussy is now slicker and easier to thrust in, walls are contracting around your shaft and massaging it. Wanting to feel you deeper inside her, Minjeong spreads her legs wider, her feet barely standing on their toes, almost leaving the drenched sheets.

The monotonous thrusting, though you enjoy being on top of your girlfriend and giving her the climaxes she needs, tires your body easily. You feel that your orgasm is near, but exhaustion slowly chases on you, and might even finish you first before you get your pent-up release. Noticing that your pace becomes sluggish, Minjeong smiles and leans closer, kissing your lips and wiping the sweat on your forehead.

“You look tired already, Daddy. Let Mindeongie ride you this time”

Minjeong’s words shock you especially when she spoke in a sweet cute voice and have the thought of her hating calling you daddy. She seizes the chance while you are flabbergasted and flips your bodies over, being the one on top this time. The sweet and caring Minjeong you know has changed, flipping her personality and now letting you be the receiving end.

Your girlfriend leans down and captures your lips with hers, sucking the air and soul out of your lungs and body during the kiss. Your hands instinctively reach for her waist to hug them, but she intercepts you midway and pins your hands on each side of your head. Just like how you do her, Minjeong kisses your jawline and neck, slowly positioning herself to sit upright with your dick impaling her pussy.

Moving her hips up and down, groaning as your whole shaft slides against her velvety walls in a new yet familiar way, Minjeong moves her body sexily on her desired state. Her eyes are half-lidded, pupils rolling to the back of her head, her cheeks flushed and drunk in pleasure, even drooling and biting her bottom lip to suppress her sultry moans; you are on a treat with Minjeong’s sexy show while she’s riding you.

Her grip on your hands is slowly getting weaker, allowing you to unpin your hands from the space beside your head. You place Minjeong’s hands over your shoulder, freeing yours so you can hold her by the waist.

After a few minutes of riding you, bouncing herself on your lap and having countless orgasms, Minjeong reaches her limit and falls on top of your body. You peck and kiss Minjeong’s forehead, combing her hair to the back of her head to thank her for a wonderful ride. Gaining bits of your strength back after Minjeong’s ride, you flip your bodies over, hovering on top of your girlfriend again and fucking her to chase your orgasm.

Minjeong whines and complains as she is still sensitive, triggering a cluster of orgasms that sends her nerves haywire. Her pussy holds and tightens around you, sucking your penis deeper as if it wants you to penetrate even her womb.

As the tightness in your groin grows stronger, breathing gets heavier with some blood on your brain sending down to the other head for additional backup, you lose your control over your lust and reach your peak, cumming hard inside Minjeong. Ropes and ropes of your semen shoot out of your penis, filling up Minjeong’s heated womb to the brim, even leaking some of it to the crevices of your connection.

After the intense orgasm, exhaustion hitting you like a truck sending you to a parallel universe, your dick grows sensitive and limp, slipping out of your girlfriend’s swollen gaping hole. You pull Minjeong and hug her tight, keeping her convulsing body to post orgasm warm in your embrace.

You roll to your side and snuggle her, burying her face to your chest. She once said that your heavy panting and warm breath blowing on her hair helps her to calm down, so you are doing your best to keep your bodies tangled together after sex. Gaining her senses back, nerves calming, Minjeong looks up from your chest, slapping your pecs playfully.

“You meanie… I told you to slow down…” Minjeong whines, looking like a child in your arms

“Sorry, babe. You are just irresistible”

Mustering the rest of your strength, you pull Minjeong to the side of the bed, wrapping her with the dirty sheets and carry her to the bathroom princess style. She complains a bit, worried that you might turn her into a cute “sushi roll” by fucking her while she’s wrapped up like a sushi, but you promise that you just want to clean her up.

You unwrap Minjeong and let the warm water soak her body, sweat, and other bodily fluids being washed away while the heat of the water calms her muscles down. You go back to the bedroom and clean up all the mess, wiping fluids from the floor and airing the scent of sex out. After cleaning and changing the sheets, you went back to Minjeong and saw her staring at the bathroom mirror.

“What’s wrong, Minjeong? You seem to be deep in your thoughts." Hugging her from behind, you kiss her shoulder and ask.

“Nothing is wrong, oppa.” Minjeong shakes her head, but she knows you are not convinced by mere words. Sighing dispirited, she turns around and faces you, putting her hands on your waist. “I’m just thinking of some things. May I ask you something, oppa?”

“Of course, Minjeong. I am your boyfriend; you are free to share your thoughts with me if they bother you.”

You hug and carry Minjeong by her butt, where she instantly wraps her legs around your waist and brings her back to the shower. It became your habit to keep a small plastic stool on the shower for moments like this, letting Minjeong sit on the small chair while you lather her body with soapy water.

“Do I bore you? Most guys prefer busty women with nice hips and tiny waists, but here I am, chest flatter than a teenager” Minjeong rants while behaving like a puppy getting bathed by her owner

“Most guys just admire something big, Minjeong. Others love big butts, some love huge breasts because they look like their mom’s when they were being nurtured,” you answer, making Minjeong tilt her head back and look at you. “But that doesn’t mean all guys are the same. I love you, Minjeong, everything about you. I don't love you for your looks alone. You just came to my boring life and made everything perfect. And I want to be like that to yours. I will do everything that will make you happy. So Minjeong, will-”

“Stop being cheesy, idiot. Don’t say something like a marriage proposal while we are in the showers.” Minjeong hushes you quickly, blushing and turning small right after.

You chuckle and raise your hands, retreating and stopping being flirty with Minjeong. You pool a huge amount of water on the basin and rinse your girlfriend in an instant. After cleaning yourself up and drying up your body with Minjeong, you carry her back to the bedroom and tuck her under the newly replaced sheets, cuddling her in a spooning position.

“You still didn’t answer my question, oppa. Do I bore you?” Minjeong asks once more while scrolling through her Instagram feed.

“Me? Getting bored of you? Of course not. You turn everything around me exciting and I even feel sad that we have to sleep than having fun together.” You cheekily reply.

“Gosh… stop being cheesy. You know how hard I fall for your corny antics. But no jokes, oppa, Do I bore you?” Minjeong asks for the third tike

“Never, Minjeong. I sincerely don’t find you boring. Why do you ask though?”

Minjeong smiles excitedly and scrolls more through her feed until she finds one of her close friend's accounts. She taps on the username to view the full profile, along with some of her pinned posts.

“This is my friend, Jimin, but I sometimes call her Karina. She has beautiful breasts and a plump ass. I was wondering if you would agree to have a threesome with us." Minjeong explains excitedly, keeping her finger on her phone to scroll and show more of her friend’s photos.

The girl in the subject is indeed one hell of a beauty. Her boobs are enormous and a bit saggy, bouncing on even slight movement she does. She has a taut midriff and defined abs as well, lean arms and toned thighs that tell you she works out a lot. You are a bit concerned though as her face looks like a video game character, that she might be using some filters to hide her real beauty. Nonetheless, your mind goes back to Minjeong’s words.

"A threesome? Where did that thought come from? I didn't know you were up to something kinky."

"D-don't call me kinky! I'm just feeling guilty that I can't give you much of what other men feel during sex time with their partner. Karina unnie is bi and has experience in handling both genders on the same bed, so I was wondering if we could bring her to a threesome the next time we have sex."

Minjeong’s explanation gave you a sudden spurt of lust, turning you on in an instant. "Okay we will do it, but I want you to be the mediator over us. If you feel jealous or insecure, we will stop immediately after that."

Minjeong nods fast and with excitement. The thought of a threesome never came to your mind as you are contented with Minjeong, but right now, your heart won’t stop beating fast knowing that two best friends are willing to share the same bed and get naughty with you. Your dick got hard immediately after imagining them moaning your name. Out of instinct, more of a habit, you hold Minjeong by her waist and push back inside her pussy, flipping your body over until she’s on her stomach while you are on top of her.

“Eh?! I thought you were already tired, oppa” Minjeong gasps as she feels you penetrating her again.

“I know, baby. I know… Just one more time, please?”

You hug Minjeong’s body, trapping her arms along with your embrace and start fucking her like a rabbit in heat. Little did you know, this is just the start of a new chapter of your love story with Minjeong, where the smoldering heat of love your girlfriend provides to you will grow stronger, melding with the scorching, roaring fire her best friend will bring to your life.

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bexieawfc · 1 year

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remember that night? / alessia russo x reader

part 2 to i’ll wait forever

inspiration: remember that night - sara keys

word count: 3.1k

the day after you said goodbye,

all i did was lay in bed and cry

it’s the day after you’ve ended it with alessia, and despite the fact you were due to stay a week longer, you knew that wouldn’t be smart. and so with a stroke of luck paired with an incredibly helpful airline assistant you’ve been able to swap your ticket for an earlier flight home for no additional costs.

you didn’t even have the heart to go back into her dorm yesterday to collect your belongings, knowing that seeing the blonde again whilst the pain was still so raw would in fact be too much ache for your fragile little heart and so as a mutual friend, lotte agreed to collect your things and has now driven you to raleigh airport.

you’re sat in the airport, the airport seat uncomfortable and cold and yet that pails in comparison to the uncomfortable ache in your chest, as you refuse to let yourself cry in front of absolute strangers as you so anxiously await the overhead speakers to call your flight as ready to board. with your mind swarming of thoughts of one blonde beauty each second that passes feels like an absolutely draining minute and even the sound of your foot tapping against the floor, or the idle chatter around you cannot drown out the thudding of your heart against your chest. and at that same moment in time, alessia is laid in her dorm room freely allowing the sobs to echo around her room. the dorm room that had felt like home to her for so many months, now felt empty and foreign - as if it no longer belonged to her because you weren’t in it.

but after one month i started to move on

and after two, i felt alright

it was a gradual process for alessia as she tried to move on from you. she threw herself completely into training and football, not wanting to give her mind any minute to stop and think about you or recall the countless times her thumb had hovered over her phone almost calling you, so desperate to just hear the sound of your voice. but you weren’t hers anymore, and she just had to learn to deal with that. no matter how much it hurt. her friends and coach eventually learned to stop mentioning you because every time they did alessia’s features would gloss over and they’d either be met with an emotional outburst and an aggravated one - and neither was something they wanted.

then three months in you were off my mind

then month four and five, i was living my life

the day before alessia was due to return home to england was the same day you realised, neither of you had told her family about you two splitting up. you hadn’t had to worry about telling your own family, but you hadn’t even thought about hers. maybe you wrongfully assumed she would of told them, given how close she is to her family and how unable she is to keep big secrets from them. and so when the text from luca pops up on your phone, you feel your heart ache all over again as you recall the moment you ended things, the moment your own heart shattered as you watched yourself rip out her heart too.

luca: hey y/n! so tomorrow, paps is gonna be driving all of us to the airport, need us to pick you up? or are you meeting us there?

your words get caught in your throat, and you’re not even sure if you remember how to breathe in that moment as your hands clam up, fingers shaking over your phone screen. how are you meant to tell someone that you broke their sister’s heart all because you couldn’t handle the distance?

y/n: oh hey luca. uhm, no i won’t be meeting you there or needing a lift. i’ll let alessia explain why as it deserves to come from her... sorry x

fast forwards 8 months

24.07 - the date of your graduation. a date that felt incredibly bittersweet for a number of reasons. to finally be finished with your degree that you had poured an incredulous amount of blood, sweet and many many tears into was incredible. considering there were days you almost dropped out, to now be stood about to walk across the stage to receive the diploma is enough to make you feel dizzy and drunk off the feeling for days to come. but then as you glance out to your friends and family, there’s still only one pair of crystal blues you wish you would lock gaze with. even after all this time. and you know it’s silly and acting a lovesick fool but for so much of your life, alessia had been all you’d ever known and now you were trying to form a life without her in it and it was hard. but step one was accepting the reality and not living in a dream fantasy.

unbeknownst to you, she had wanted to come. she even put an outfit on and everything but then couldn’t drag her feet to the door. couldn’t bare the idea of seeing you as someone who wasn’t hers to call her own anymore. you weren’t somewhere she could call home anymore, even though the lull of your heartbeat was more familiar to her ears than her own phones ring tone. she used to swear she’d be the one cheering loudest for you at your graduation, and yet now here she was sat in silence in her bedroom, salt tears sliding down rosy cheeks.

oh i don’t think you realise

how long i had to fight to be living my life

both you and the blonde had fully gone your own ways since you ended things that day in north carolina, her with her football and you with your media studies. after you’d graduated from university you took any little presenting or media gigs that you could get, even if just to help build up a resume. and it was hard at first, small little occasional gigs or social media jobs - you were beginning to build a name for yourself but it certainly wasn’t easy. some months the small jobs only just covered your rent and you knew if you were going to be serious about this as your career, you had to take a big plunge somewhere. and so, you pack up and move to london and it’s scary and oh so risky but one thing you’ve learnt is life is never easy, and the right choices are scary and can seem too painful at first. but if everything happens for a reason, then it’ll work out in the end right?

within a month of moving to london, you land a job at capital radio and almost like the flick of a light switch your turn flips for the better and the loneliness and sacrifices made suddenly all pay off.

31.07.2022

that monumental day in history. since starting as a regular capital radio dj, somewhere along the line you’ve ended up befriending alex scott (of course with zero complaints by either you or her and if anything, you consider her one of your closest friends nowadays) just you do have to occasionally pinch yourself that this is your life now. and so, she of course hooked both herself and you up with tickets to the final of the womens euro, alex completely unaware of the history you share with the blonde striker brandishing the 23 on her back. you knew of her close friendship with leah, had heard multiple stories from the brunette about her, but part of you was glad to have not seen leah yet today. because deep down you knew wherever leah was, it meant lessi wasn’t that far behind her either, and you’re still unsure what kind of reaction to expect since you’ve had zero contact with her all this time.

truth be told, you hadn’t been at a football match since ending things with alessia and so now, you no longer know how to behave. before it was easy, russo top on your back and screaming as loud as you can exclaiming how proud of ‘your girl’ you are. but now, you’re just in a red halter crop top and white shorts - to at least match england’s national colours. sat in the stand at wembley glancing at a packed stadium does fill you with pride though, even if you haven’t attended matches you’ve of course kept up with the growth of womens football and you couldn’t be happier for those girls walking onto the pitch that they had a packed out stadium to cheer for them, and you just hoped that for them, that became the norm.

the game almost feels like a whirlwind of a blur and after a near gruelling 120 minutes soon the sound of the whistle blows out. they’ve done it. england are european champions. the screams ring out across the stadium and mixtures of elations can be seen - from sobbing, jumping, screaming or falling to the floor, there’s so many emotions happening around you and yet - you’re just stood, taking it all in. because you can’t stop the little thought bugging at the edge of your mind - the what ifs. the way your heart yearns to go and celebrate with alessia even though you can’t. the way you want to tell her how proud you are but you won’t. you’ve finally started to live a life that doesn’t involve her, surely you can’t break down those walls now.

later that evening

of course you knew there would be celebrations, but what you didn’t expect was for alex to basically beg you to tag along and come to the celebrations with her, and the want to scream about your history with alessia making you want to go sits on the tip of your tongue, almost breaking free past your lips. but it doesn’t, and instead teeth practically bite the words away as you bite down on your lip. the words that do leave however are your agreement to go and now you’re stood in your hotel room, a simple black dress adorning your body and block heels on your feet.

“are you ready yet?” you hear alex practically scream from outside your hotel room and you can’t help but laugh, grabbing your clutch bag and stepping out, before following her to the cab and making your way to the venue where the celebrations would be.

arriving at the venue you’re greeted with a complimentary glass of champagne, the liquid cooling as it slides down your throat, and you can’t tell if the fizz in your stomach is the bubbles from your drink or the nerves from being in the same building as alessia after so long.

the night goes well early on, you practically glue yourself to alex’s side in the beginning considering other than your ex and lotte, she’s really the only person you know well enough to be around here. what did feel weird is a lot of the lionesses almost seeming shy around you, or when leah told you that you were her current favourite radio dj - definitely another pinch me kinda moment from the day.

eventually you find your social confidence away from alex, chatting away to mixtures of different people whilst somehow almost perfectly avoiding any interactions with alessia. and it wasn’t to say neither of you were unaware, you’d both caught eye contact on multiple occasions throughout the night, both shared those glances that lasted a little too long for your hearts liking. and there’s only so long you can handle the non-verbal communications before you decide to walk across, even if just to say a well done.

you finish the rest of the champagne left in your glass, the sound of your heels against the floor ringing in your ears along with your heartbeat as you walk over to her. you go to open your mouth to congratulate her but she’s faster and beats you to, speaking first.

“y/n can we talk? outside maybe?” her tone is almost pleading, like she’s scared you’ll say no but also desperate for this opportunity. your mouth that you didn’t even notice was slightly agape closes and you nod your head, suddenly scared of the state of your own voice.

you follow her outside, the cold night air whipping around you as you step out. it’s almost peaceful out here at the back of the hotel you were at, no-one around to eavesdrop.

“so.. how have you been?” as soon as the question leaves your lips you want the ground to swallow you up. it’s a dumb question you know that. she’s just won the euros, it’s pretty obvious how she’d be feeling right now anyways.

alessia leans against the outdoor wall, a very shaky breath tumbling past her lips as she glances across to you. you’re not sure if she was waiting for you to say anything else but then you hear the faintest whisper slide past her plump lips.

“i miss you..” and had you both still been inside you’re sure you wouldn’t of heard her say that but it tugs at your heartstrings. you’ve worked so hard on moving on, creating a life without her and now stood here, you’re worried all that hard work and pain is just going to come crumbling down.

“less i..” is all you breath out before she stops you, interrupting your speech with a bit more volume to her voice this time.

“no y/n please.. it’s been so fucking hard without you these past years. it’s like i don’t know who i am when i’m not around you. every football game i’d always look out expecting to see you in the stands and then i’d remember and the sadness would come crashing down around me again. and when i came back to england and had to break the news to my family, it hit me all over again and.. i don’t even know what i’m trying to say or what i’m expecting to happen from this interaction just... i miss you. i’m not me without you.”

her words came out so fast it takes you a second after to fully process the words she’s saying. to process that she’s struggled too despite your misbelief that she was doing fine. everyone told you she was doing fine so you assumed you should be too. but now, maybe they’d been lying this whole time.

the words spoke are also a confirmation she meant it when she said forever. she hadn’t moved on, whether she’d tried to or not was unknown to you but that confession all but confirmed that she hadn’t. you haven’t been able to look at, your eyes instead staring down at your feet scared that you’ll get lost in her ocean eyes and let your guard down that you had spent so long building.

“less, we’re both different people now with different lives and...”

“stop trying to push me away!” alessia all but screams in retaliation, and you almost feel yourself flinch at the sudden increase in volume as you finally allow your gaze to travel up to her face.

she steps towards you, there now basically any gap and your breath hitches in your throat all over again.

“y/n.. look. okay fine. tell me that you didn’t miss me, not even once not even a little bit. tell me that you’re completely fully over me and feel nothing at all. tell me there’s not even a single chance of there being an us again. say that and fine, i’ll walk away..”

her voice is bordering on a mix of shaky and hope. your eyes darting across her face as she speaks and the words and the close proximity has you crumbling. because the truth was, you had missed her. you’ve missed everything about her, from waking up feeling her strong arms wrapped around you, to the way she had memorised every single one of your orders for each different coffee shop or restaurant you visited, the way her fingers intertwined perfectly with hers. you missed her, and there was sure no way you could deny that.

“i.... i can’t say that.” you just about manage to breathe out as you feel a lone tear slide down your cheek. alessia’s thumb is quick to lift up and wipe that tear away and the feel of her thumb against your skin sets off a whirlwind of butterflies that you’d forgotten could feel like. there was no use denying it, you weren’t over alessia. you never had been over alessia.

“but... i don’t think i can risk having to say another goodbye..”

“then, don’t..” she whispers in response, almost as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world to her.

tongue darts out to glide across her lips, and in an attempt to bring moisture back to her mouth she coughs slightly before moving her hand away stepping back slightly to extend it out in front of you.

“hi, i’m alessia.” the look of confusion is clearly evident on your features, considering you knew damn well who she was.

“lessi what are you doing?” you question, a soft giggle sliding out your lips afterwards.

“i believe some would call it starting over. a clean state. i’m calling it, me asking for another chance. even just to have you back in my life.”

you smile softly before reaching out your own hand to connect with hers. “well then, hi alessia, i’m y/n.”

“y/n... pretty name.” she teases and there’s soft giggles passing both your lips.

sure, there’s still wounds left unhealed, and some words left unspoken, but this is a second chance for both of you. an opportunity to put the past behind you and focus on the future.

and, you were definitely looking forward to what the future would have in store for your and the blonde beauty.

#alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #my fics

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byechristopher · 6 months

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loveeed your fwb chris headcanons can you do a confession fic ab it that is all angsty and shit where he’s high and confesses or where reader confesses? whatever you want

I Want More.

– CHRIS STURNIOLO ANGST & FLUFF.

Author's note: thank you so much for the request! I hope you all like it, cuties.🤍 Mwuah. Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, nothing too much!

"No strings attached, okay? You can hook up with other people if you want, it's none of my business."

"I wouldn't actually mind being with you, you know?"

"Well, yes, I'm just.. relationships are not for me. Sorry."

The words that he said to me when we first started appear in my head every single time he is in my sight. It could be because it hurt so much that I cannot forget, it could also be for the better – because to get hurt is the only way to move on, apparently. Whichever it was, it hurt.

His hand wakes me up from my thoughts when it goes up to my hair, stroking it, "wanna meet tonight?" Chris whispers in my ear, our whole friend group is next to us but he doesn't really seem to care anyway.

"Yes. My house." I nod and he smiles, his hand rubbing up and down my thigh.

And tonight comes. He's all over me, inside me, I kiss him everywhere, he's rough and I love it, I pull his hair, he squeezes me, I scratch his skin, it's messy. One of those nights, that we both need to let it out. Once we're done, he pulls me into a big hug, his hand bringing mine close to his mouth so that he can kiss it.

"You're beautiful." he says and my heart beats a little faster at that. It's amazing; that power that he has on me.

"So are you." I whisper.

He leaves. My hearts shatters.

Another day, we're hanging out again. He's stealing kisses with every chance that he gets, my cheek, my neck, my shoulder. He caresses my thighs under the blanket, he plays with my fingers.

I tell him I want him. I whisper.

"My house, 8PM." he says.

And again, 8PM comes, I'm at his house, he's alone. He takes me by the hand and makes me follow him to his room – he's got candles all over the room, flowers. Is this a dream?

I can't wait, I can't keep my hands to myself. I slowly hug him from behind, kissing from the nape of his neck, all the way down to his lower back, undressing him very slowly. He does the same thing to me too. The night goes on, he's so slow, so gentle, he's filling me with his love and its so overwhelming that I want to cry, he seems overwhelmed too. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear and touches me with ways no one has ever done before. He tells me he loves me. I hold on to him and we both look desperate and filled with love for each other as he makes love to me.

When we're done, the dream is over. He's still holding me, he's still whispering his usual i love you's in my ears but there's something inside me that weighs me down, something that can utterly destroy me, "Chris. I think we need to stop this thing between us." he freezes.

"What? Why?" he whispers.

"I don't feel like doing it anymore, sorry. It's for the better." I try to be as cold as possible, because if I actually say all the things I want to say, I feel like I will scream and cry till my voice is lost.

It's been quite a few days since we last spoke and every time I think about it, the image of him covering himself with his blanket, looking devastated when I left, always comes to mind. I feel bad but I need to be selfish this time.

A call rudely interrupts my thoughts and I sigh – a call? It's 3AM. I check the screen and I see his name. My hearts races.

"Hello?"

"Come outside. I want to see you." he almost slurs. He's either drunk, or high. Or both.

"Go back home, Chris. I wanna sleep."

"I'm not leaving. Please." he sniffles.

I sigh and hang up. I walk towards the door and I stand there for a few seconds, taking a deep breath before opening it.

There he is. With his hoodie and his jeans. His eyes are red and his hair is a mess.

"You'll get cold. Go home." I whisper and he comes closer.

"I don't care. I wanted to be with you." his voice is hoarse.

"Why?" I look at him, hugging myself because shit, it actually is very cold.

"We need to talk." he nods to himself.

"We have nothing to talk about, Chris. You made it very clear that you wanted nothing but sex. I did, too. But I knew I felt something deeper." I say and he comes closer but I stop him, "no. I am talking. You kept messing with my head, making love to me, getting all romantic and shit, bringing flowers everywhere – that's not how friends with benefits are, Chris." I sigh.

He chews on his bottom lip nervously, "I don't know how to do this. I thought you liked how things were." he says.

"I did! But it got too much for me, Chris. I want more. And until you grow a pair and admit to yourself that you are able to fall in love too, that you want this as much as I do, I want nothing to do with you." I clear my throat.

He clenches his jaw and I notice that his eyes are glistening, like he is about to cry, "so is this the end?"

"I suppose so. Yes." I desperately try to gold back my own tears. He nods and turns around. He's not moving just yet but I can't watch him leave again, so I close the door behind him and I feel my world crumbling.

What was I thinking? That I would change him? That he would finally admit that he loves me too? That we would live the dream together? That he would just give me a kiss and tell me that he wants to be with me? How embarrassing.

That's it.

The next day, my heart hurts like a bitch, but I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest for once. Maybe it's because I finally told him how I felt. And maybe because I got an answer, too – he doesn't want to be with me. It hurts, but it's an answer.

A knock on the door wakes me up again and I walk towards it, only to see an envelope. Someone must've pushed it inside. I get a little scared to open the door right away and I don't have a peephole so I just decide to open the envelope.

"I decided that since I have never been able to talk about my feelings, because I'm too much of a fucking coward, I will just write everything down and I will have to find the courage to give it to you.

I don't know why I've got such a problem expressing my feelings like a fucking adult should, but I can't stand the thought of losing you, let alone losing you because of me being a coward. So this letter is for you (I know how much you like all this sappy shit and worst part is, you made me like them too).

I've been in love with you since the day we started "officially" being friends with benefits. You know I couldn't keep my hands off of you, or my eyes. I would get jealous and possessive because you know I never want anyone else to touch you like I do. Or see you like I do. I made love to you because this was the only way to express my love for you – your heart would beat so fast and I would want to cry from how much you filled me with love and passion. Is that normal? I honestly don't know.

Anyways, for an asshole who doesn't know how to speak properly, I think I've written enough. If you think that this letter is me finally growing a pair, then please open the door because it's really fucking cold.

PS – this time my i love you's are changed."

I am ugly crying by the time I finish the letter, but I don't care because I open the door and Chris is outside, crying as well.

"I can't lose you. I promise, I will try for you. I will do anything for you." he whispers.

I quickly throw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest, hugging him so tightly that if I was stronger, he would stop breathing for sure, "I love you, Chris."

"I am in love with you too."

"Your handwriting still sucks."

"Fuck off."

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onpurposeilovehimonpurpose · 6 months

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Moody Monday - Giving Orders

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023) dir. Matthew Lopez

"I give the orders in this palace!"

As I was going through scenes to make gifs of this week, I really started leaning toward an unofficial theme of Henry being strong. This is one of those moments in the film that is a reminder of who His Royal Highness Henry George Edward James Hanover-Stuart Fox actually is. I have a couple of favorite lines in this movie, but this is in my top 5. The transformation we see Henry go through in this scene, and the culmination of him shouting this, perfectly brings together every emotion scorching him after Bea tells him what happened.

For the first time within the royal confines, we see Henry stand up for himself, but not in the way I think he ever expected to do. He even looks slightly shocked and horrified with himself after he says it because he has never allowed himself to use his power as "His Royal Highness" for anything close to it eliciting a behavior he displays. He is so demanding at that moment, for people to listen to him, to listen to his wants and needs, and that he insists upon being the one who makes the decisions in his life. This cannot last, there is too many factors working against him, but the spark is lit, and no matter what, it isn't going to be smothered.

The way Nick delivers this line is incredibly powerful (the whole scene with the way he uses his emotions and the varying expressions on his face). Nick (and the story) built Henry up into this incredibly strong man as the movie went on, and we see that strength exploding from him. (Yes, I do believe that there is a massive level of strength Henry shows often, just because he isn't wild and crazy about it all the time, and sometimes is wrong when displaying it, doesn't make it less.) It's what gives us hope when we see the scenes over the course of the next week. This moment right here, Henry was pushed to his limits, and the way I get breathless each time I watch this, the way I get goosebumps whenever I detect that authority in his voice, it's all because Henry is finally saying that at that moment he's had enough. It makes me so damn proud of him.

Alex would have been so proud of him, too.

The strength he has to compose himself as he still tries to find a way to contact Alex...

And after clearly realizing the old asshole is not worth his time, switching his attention to look to Shaan, he changes his wording, not wanting to give more of himself away than he already has with his reaction. So he takes hold of the strength within him and pleads with Shaan to get a message to the White House.

Shaan looks so incredibly heartbroken here. We don't have nearly enough Shaan (I know, I know, adjustments had to be made). Still, what Akshay Khanna gives to this moment (and others in the tiny amount of time he has been Henry's Equerry on screen) speaks volumes for his acting abilities and for Shaan's relationship with Henry. He is so obviously hurt and shaken and wants to help Henry. The love and support are there, knowing that even before Henry asks it of him, he has already tried to contact the White House, it says so much. And when he says, "My contacts with the White House", I can't help but imagine the turmoil he felt wondering if he should use the emergency line for Zahra, and how it must've hurt him to make the decision not to. But he is there to support Henry as much as he can, in an impossibly difficult situation, one that he obviously had a hand in, knowing what Henry and Alex were up to, and may face ramifications for it himself if things were to go that far. But he tried, and knowing that Henry looked to him to help, that has to feel equally good as bad, given that he can't do anything at all.

And his reaction when Shaan explains that he cannot help, Henry is devastated, but there's something else there in his eyes, too.

Henry clearly accepts what Shaan is telling him, but he doesn't react in an outburst. He doesn't plead anymore, he understands what he must do. He is going to have to deal with 'the next worst thing' that's ever happened to him on his own (mostly) and he is going to endure it until he no longer has to. Until all of that strength we know he possesses is unleashed once again.

#RWRB #RWRB Movie #Red White and Royal Blue #FirstPrince #Alex X Henry #Monday #Moody Monday #Alex Claremont-Diaz #Alexander Claremont-Diaz #Henry Fox #HRH Prince Henry #HRH Prince Henry George Edward James Hanover-Stuart Fox #Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor #My RWRB GIFS #Nicholas Galitzine #Taylor Zakhar Perez #Kensington Palace #Outed #Strong Henry

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yutahoes · 1 year

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MAIN CHARACTER

word count: 1k words

summary: Watching High and Low the Worst X.

warnings: High and Low movie spoilers, mild language, suggestive content

a/n: Wow, Tumblr changed a lot. I don't know how to post anymore.😅 Anyways, this is a small gift for all the readers who still kept on encouraging me to write and sent me messages during the time I wasn't here. 🥰 An attempt in writing has been made. I'm sorry if this isn't much or it isn't that good, I'm honestly taking baby steps in writing again. I hope you like this short fic. ❤

"Am I just a pawn? I thought we were friends." You stifled a sob at the statement. Ryo had always been there for Amagai yet he calls his friend a pawn. How despicable! It doesn't help that you hated Amagai and his bossy attitude.

As the movie progressed, you felt tears running down your cheeks. This should be an action movie. Why are you even crying?

"I'm home." You heard the door open, followed by your boyfriend's voice. Hastily, you dried your tears. He cannot see you in this state. But you just saw him stop in his tracks, staring at you in worry before you could bundle up your favorite fleece blanket. "What happened?"

Instead of hiding it, you cried louder. The images on the TV screen showed three men fighting, your favorite character looking really beaten up. "Why is Ryo like that?" You whined. "Although they grew up together, Amagai clearly told Ryo that he's just his pawn. Why would he hurt himself for that annoying jerk?" Your boyfriend sighed, dropping his duffel bag on the floor, before sitting beside you on the couch. He stretched his arm out for you, brushing your hair to calm you down. “And why would they hurt Ryo like that? In the face? Really? He’s so handsome to be hit like that.”

The guy beside you chuckled. "I knew getting that Blu-Ray would be bad for you." You watched how Fujio and Ryo fought. Every punch and kick makes your heart ache. When Amagai lunged a knife at Fujio and Ryo was seen on the screen, you gasped. Your hand covered your mouth while watching your favorite character be emotional, trying to hide the fact that you’re as emotional as the person on the screen.

Your boyfriend held your shoulder, pulling you closer as you sobbed uncontrollably. “Are you really that emotional over this movie?” You mumbled a yes which made him chuckle. “You’ve watched it like five times already.”

“Seventh.” You corrected. His laughter echoed through the room. “My favorite character is hurting, what do you expect? Why must Ryo get hurt like that?” You cried.

His hand on your back comforted you, his warm breathing against your ear slowly calming you down. “I’m now starting to question if you like Ryo more than me.”

It was your turn to chuckle lightly. “Probably.”

“Yah!” Your boyfriend revolted, poking your side to tickle you.

You held both his cheeks, staring intently at him. Although they look the same, how can the person on the screen be different from the guy you’re looking at right now? “Were you hurt…” You asked innocently, “...when they punched you?”

Yuta smiled then shook his head, “It was a choreographed fight scene. I didn’t get hurt but just pretended that I did.” He reasoned out then grinned proudly. “Seeing how you empathized with my character, I think I did a great job.”

You nodded. He did.

You were just in awe at how amazing he is the first time you watched the movie. It was the reason why you kept on repeating watching the same movie even though you knew what would happen in the end. Yuta is an amazing actor, no doubt about that. “You should act some more.” He smiled, nodding at you. “But can you refrain from doing action movies? I don’t want to watch your pretty face getting hurt.”

He chuckled, patting the top of your head. “Shall I do romance instead?”

“Then I’ll definitely leave you for Ryo Suzaki.”

—----

It was a tiring day. You let out a heavy sigh when you sat on the couch and then noticed the apartment keys on the table. Is Yuta home? He doesn’t have any schedules today? Maybe he’s sleeping. “Yuta?” You asked, not lifting your body from the couch.

The door to your bedroom opened and out came a man with black hair, a red jacket, and red pants. He grinned at your stunned face, raising an eyebrow when you suddenly stood up from the couch. “Suzaki Ryo!”

“Wow,” Yuta exclaimed. “You’re really that excited seeing Ryo? It’s making me jealous.” He then chuckled at your unwavering stare. The man you’re just watching on TV, in front of you. Why is Yuta wearing that uniform? And did he suddenly change his hair?

“The Senomon uniform looks good on you. It just feels weird seeing you smiling wearing that uniform.” Yuta giggled. “And without bruises or cuts on your face.”

Yuta walked in front of you, cupping your face with his hands. “I know it’s a tiring day and I wanted you to have a memorable date with your favorite character.” A grin can be seen on your face. “You look so happy now that I want to erase the existence of Ryo Suzaki so badly.” You giggled. You love it when Yuta is jealous. It makes you feel loved. Not that he didn’t tell you how much he loves you, but there’s something about this gorgeous man getting jealous that someone else is taking you away from him. Like how a main character in a movie feels. “So what do you want to do, baby?”

“I want to watch a movie.” He gave you a tired, annoyed look. “Let’s watch High and Low.” You quickly opened the television and the player. You can hear Yuta mumbling, while sitting on the couch, about Ryo being in front of you yet you’re opting to watch a movie. “It’s not just Ryo who I liked in the movie,” you teased. “I also want to see Yuken’s body.”

Yuta laughed. “That’s very likely of you.” He leaned closer, slowly undoing the buttons of his uniform that showed his black tank top underneath. “You know, Ryo has a better body than Yuken.”

You covered him with your favorite blanket while giggling at his attempt. “Ryo.” You called that made your boyfriend roll his eyes in obvious annoyance. “Don’t tempt me.” Yuta rolled his head back, laughing at that statement, wrapping you in his arms. “Although I have a huge crush on you, I’m still Yuta’s.”

“Yeah, you are.” He mumbled. “And Yuta will go all Ryo if someone takes you away from him.”

You smiled. You definitely are the main character in this movie.

#yuta #yuta nakamoto #nakamoto yuta #nct 127 yuta #nct yuta #yuta fluff #yuta nakamoto fluff #nakamoto yuta fluff

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wepsi · 2 years

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Leviathan this isn't a request this is a order(smut)

Female reader, dom reader

I saw this picture and I'm sold

Tw: degrading, cursing, cunnilingus, tail, anal, choking, dp

This one is longer cause he's my baby T-T

Scenario: It is 2AM and tonight for some reason you just cannot fall asleep, after tossing and turning for half an hour you finally decide to just get up. I bet Levi is still up, you think to yourself. The third born had a horrible sleep schedule, and you can almost always count on him being up at odd hours. You made up your mind and made your way to his room.

You knock on his door quietly three times, no answer, maybe he's too focused to hear or he's asleep? You test the door knob, it was unlocked, you slowly open the door with a creek. The room was dark, softly illuminated by the computer and the fish tank, and a phone? Adjusting your eyes you see Levi curled up in his tub away from you, the phone in front of him. You walk up behind him, seeing as he has earphones on they must be cancelling all the noise. You peek at the screen, and was taken aback.

On the screen in front of Levi, was some intense hentai, somehow that was not surprising. You also finally noticed the blanket around his crotch area twitching. You were so used to seeing him so shy and closed off, and now he's so open and ... vulnerable ... You gently tap on his shoulder, knowing this is going to cause quite a commotion.

Levi literally jumps like a scared cat, he falls and scrambles in the small tub, earphones falling off and playing lewd noises. If he had a soul it would be gone now, he's almost too scared to turn around. Finally turning enough to get a peep, shit! Why did it have to be you of all people? He was just starting to obsess over you, and now his chances are ruined, not like he had any to begin with. You would not want to be with a nasty otaku like him, especially now that you know he's a pervert.

I mean you probably didn't like him anyways, you probably liked one of his gross brothers! Why not him? Confusion mixed with jealousy hurt and anger, Levi's demon form was emerging like the time at the TSL quiz. You watch his face twist in emotions, tears almost streaming down, he almost looks cute so flustered, you calmly rub his head and say,

"Turn it back on, I want to watch with you."

His fiery emotions just got cold water dumped on it, you want to what? Not wanting to keep you waiting he confusingly reaches for the phone that has turned off by now. The tub wasn't the most spacious so you end up spooning his from behind, and have your chin rested on his arm to see the screen. Because you can't both wear the headphone, the volume was turned up so you hear the faint audio.

The hentai on the menu tonight was tentacle porn, how classic. The monster penetrated every hole on the girl, tentacles groping and teasing her chest. It wasn't your cup of tea, but the squirming demon in front of you definitely was. Levi was so nervous he couldn't even focus on the hentai anymore, all he can focus on is your breathing, and his desperately trying to controlled breathing; your chest on his back that was pressing into him with every breath, and your hand creeping down into the covers, wait what?!

Watching Levi bite his lips till they almost bleed trying to stay calm was so cute, you just couldn't resist yourself. Purposefully leaning into his ear and making your breathing ever so slightly heavier, and snaking your hand under his blanket. You felt his throbbing member, but wait what is this? You pull your hand back by surprise- wrong move. Levi melts down, how could he let this go so far, he was so greedy! Levi sits up and pulls away from you.

"I'm sorry.yy..y you must think I.I..III'm disgusting, I'm sorry for letting you touch it."

Tears stream down Levi's face, as he clenches the covers around his crotch. You wipe them away with your thumb and give it a taste, very salty, almost like sea water. You give him a reassuring but assertive smile,

"Show me."

"No, I...I cannot allow it!"

"Leviathan this isn't a request this is a order."

In defeat he does not take off the blanket but he does let his hands limp to his sides. You take the opening chance, and grab the top of the blanket, peeling it to the side exposing his... lengths? Staring back in your face was two hardy cocks weeping precum for attention. You stare in fascination more than disgust which seems to make them twitch, cute...

"Why are there... two?"

"Because snakes have two, ok normie?That's also why I have this tail and tongue."

His tail swishes in slight agitation (so cute) and he sticks out his tongue, points to it to show you. His tongue was so....long and it was forked at the tip. You swallow in excitement, the possibilities with this demon is endless. You straddle his lap, and stare lustfully into his eyes. Levi is dumbfounded, with his tongue still hanging out of his mouth. You close your mouth around his tongue, gently sucking it. He is probably the color of cherries now, scrambling and fidgeting at first, but not wanting to throw away the chance he opens his mouth and kisses back into you. His arms shakily wrap around your waist.

Not being able to contain it, he moans into your mouth, drowning in the deep kiss, thrashing his tongue into yours. Needing more friction his hips buck up so his member brushes at your back. You pull away from the kiss and grab his face to look at yours

"Getting greedy aren't we? A worthless otaku like you fucking me? You must be out of your mind! But since you look so pathetic under me I'll allow it, tell me you want it."

"I..II..I w.ww...want it."

"You want what?"

"I want you to fuck me!"

Levi mustered the courage and yelled it a little too loudly, hands immediately slap over his mouth, eyes as big as saucers. You chuckle, and kiss him on the hand covering his mouth as reassurance,

"Goooooood boy, now come get your treat."

You crawl to the other end of the tub, laying your back against it you open your legs, exposing your panties under your nightgown. Levi wastes no time, hungrily crawls on all fours and drops to his stomach, holding your legs on both sides of him. He brings his face onto your panties where your heat is, inhales and through a moaned exhale said,

"I can die happy now."

"Woooow look at you, so pathetic and desperate, but can you do your job well and please me?"

Levi sticks out his tongue and licks the stripe up and down, brushing your clit with his upper teeth on the way down. You can't help but feeling extremely aroused, and as a demon he definitely picks it up. Reaching a hand forward he pushes your panties aside to get a full view, it looked nothing like the pussies in his hentai, it looked a lot more real soft and inviting with the wetness glistening. Not to mention the smell of your heat that was driving him wild. He starts exploring with his tongue, clumsy but passionate.

Levi is anything but experienced, but he is so eager to please you. Every time you give him positive feedback, he makes sure to do that specific thing more. Working his long and hungry tongue, he dips it in your entrance occasionally, and pleases you thoroughly. You grab onto his hair and throw your head back in pleasure, getting close to your high. As you feel closer and closer you shove his face into your heat, grabbing onto his horns, which makes his tail wag of happiness that you are enjoying his service to you. You orgasm finally and he gladly swallows your juices not wasting a single drop, like water to a man in a dessert.

Leviathan crawls up to you, caging his arms around you. He smiles down, proud knowing he did a good enough job to make you cum. His tail snaking up your thighs for closure. Levi leans down to connect your lips once again, you taste yourself on him. He hungrily sticks his tongue down your throat like before, now addicting to being intimate with you.

After riding your high, and having a sweet moment. You push Levi down to be on his back in the tub and straddle him. You lean down into his ear, tickling it, and whisper,

"I want you to fuck me like that dirty tentacle monster"

You feel his member twitch against your back. You let him take the reigns, you knew Levi was never confident outside of what he knew so this is a new side of him.

"Comon baby, surprise me."

You see his eyes glow, and he reaches behind under the pillow and pulls out lube. He lathers his hand and places it under you and slips a finger in to warm you up some more, as a demon he definitely wasn't small. After working in two fingers, he holds your waist up and over his second length, you stick your hand down to help him line up with your entrance. Holding his breath in anticipation he lowers you onto him, his eyes nearly rolling into his skull, it felt, no YOU felt sooooo good. He quickly wanted MORE, more of this feeling more of you.

Not giving you much time to adjust, he grabs onto your hips and bounce you up and down. While he penetrates you, his other cock brushing against your clit every time. You dig your nails into his skin, moaning in pleasure. Seeing you on top of him, your hair and skin illuminated by the neon lights of the tank, moaning because of HIM. He would burn this into his mind forever. He holds you up again, and lubing his fingers up once more, this time working on your back hole.

He made a v with his fingers attempting to stretch you out, you felt a little concerned but excited. He looked up at you so lovingly while fondling your hole, giving you butterflies. Lining up with both your entrances, this time he had to wait to get use to this heavenly feeling. You feel so sooooo full, and so good. He lets you move when you're comfortable, and in the meantime his tail snaking around both your boobs, and the tip resting at your mouth, poking for entrance.

You got the message, opening your mouth and letting his tail in. You feel him thrusting into your throat, you feel the scales and the twitching of pleasure from Levi. Feeling all your holes filled you moan and shake, feeling slightly overwhelmed in a good way. Growing impatient Levi grabs onto your hips and moves you on him once again,

"It feels so good, you feel so good. I can't believe you're letting a disgusting otaku like me fuck you."

Both of you were a moaning mess, high on each other, hungrily moving for more. His tail that wraps around your breast and throat tighten slowly, and the tip roughly thrusting into your throat. Levi was getting close, fast. To help you come again with him, he circles his thumb around your clit.

Between both his cocks inside of you, the stimulation of your breasts and throat, the tail down your throat and the stimulation on your clit, there was no way to hold back your orgasm. Holding onto the sides of your tub you cum for the second time. He thought this feeling was the best, but your walls clinging to him and quivering made him cum IMMEDIATELY. He closes his eyes in pure bliss, then panics as the high starts wearing down.

"Oh my god my cum is leaking out of you, I'm so sorry! You must feel disgusted, let me help you clean up."

You hold onto him, shaking your head and just lay onto his chest, planting kisses all over his face. He blushes madly, while his members were still in you, and cum was leaking out of both of your holes.

"All those things you said you didn't mean it right?"

You knew the question was coming, you knew he liked to be degraded and maybe sometimes you wanted to see him cry. You really liked him, and he always gave you butterflies.

"Of course not, I like you a lot handsome boy, you did so good today."

Levi turns his head to the side, hiding his face with his arm but you knew he was smiling and blushing. His other hand wraps around you pulling you into him. Both of you feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside, of course at some point you have to clean up but right now just enjoy the moment.

From that point on, Levi constantly calls you into his room late at night to play.... video games ;)

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I know snake genitals are horizontal but for "plot purposes" they are vertical XD

This one turned out so long cause favoritism at it's best

#obey me #obeyme #obey me shall we date #obeymeboys #obey me scenarios #leviathan #omswd #obey me swd #obeymelevi #obey me leviathan #obey me levi smut #obey me leviathan smut #obey me smut #obeymesmut #obey me kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober

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stars-n-spice · 3 months

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THOUGHTS ON S3 EP 05:

as always, spoilers under the cut and my thoughts are in no way coherent or in the order of how things happen in the episode

it's just me going to be screaming about whatever comes to mind as i type this

holy shit y'all new comfort episode just dropped!

kid you not, after seeing the episode i deadass went, "Wow, I'm so glad that episode didn't absolutely devastate me!" while I was like,, sobbing

whole episode i was either crying, screaming, or punching a pillow

can't even cry anymore, don't got no tears left

ANYWAYS

I AM AN ABSOLUTE FUCKING CLOWN FOR THINKING WE WERE GOING TO GET A PROPER REACTION/CONTINUATION FROM THE LAST EPISODE

OF FUCKING COURSE THEY WERE GOING TO SKIP OVER IT AND JUST,, FUCKING DIVE RIGHT IN. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

what is it with this show and having what would be emotional reactions to heavy things off screen???

fanfic writers you know what to do

anyways,,

Omega being back with Lula :( and her new outfit is so cute I love it so much :((

THEM BEING BACK ON PABU!!!! <3333 and still sleeping in their ship lol

AZI!!!!! HE'S OKAY!!! HE'S ALIVE AND HE'S THERE AND I LOVE HIM AND I MISSED HIM :((

Crosshair practicing :( and his aim just,,, getting worse :(((

CROSSHAIR AND BATCHER ARE SUCH A DUO!! I FUCKING LOVED EVERY MOMENT WITH THE TWO OF THEM,, THE LITTLE PETS AND SMILES CROSS GAVE BATCH UGGHH

will never ever ever ever get over cross and omega's dynamic,, I love them so much and I'm so glad he's back

I don't know how many times i went, "They're all back together!!" in this episode only to remember Tech isn't there and then sob violently

BUT ECHO FINALLY RETURNS - i'm kinda bitter about how he reacted to seeing Omega again because it seemed like,, like he was completely unfazed by the fact she was captured and sent to a hidden facility conducting god know what experiments BUT at the same time,, I could see it being that Echo always knew she was more than capable of escaping on her own so he wasn't too worried but STILL

"What no hug for me?" <- AAGUUHH,, and then the little smirk Crosshair gave after Echo's response,, they have no bad blood, love that

when Crosshair started talking about the facility I fucking KNEW he was talking about Barton IV and i was in so much pain,, agony even

Was NOT expecting them to return but I'm so glad they did because it played such a vital role in Crosshair's growth and returning to it and growing even more,, just,, aguughhh

WHEN HE FOUND MAYDAY'S HELMET,, FUCK FUCK FUCK minutes before that scene i was like "i swear to god if he finds something from Mayday-"

MAYDAY COME BACK YOU DIDN'T DESERVE THAT,, YOU DID SO MUCH :((

Hunter and Cross' dynamic in this was so fun to watch but also had me gnawing on my hands

could NOT get over the fact that they brought the dog with them on the mission, idk why but that's fucking hilarious to me

OMEGA CALLING CROSSHAIR "LITTLE BROTHER" AND CROSS CHUCKLING AT IT SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!

WHEN WRECKER GAVE CROSSHAIR BACK HIS ARMOR I FUCKING KNEW HE WAS THE ONE WHO KEPT IT AGUUGHHH

god I love Wrecker so much

"Omega trusts him and that's enough for me" FUCK

he wasn't super prominent in this episode but everything he did made me love him more

WHEN HE WAS DIGGING IN THE SNOW?? fucking lost it

THE HUG AT THE END???? FUCKING FINALLY???? THE WAY HE IMMEDIATELY KNEW AND HE JUST,,, FUCK,, RAN UP TO THEM????

like you can tell the whole episode Wrecker was just waiting for the two of them to work things out

i missed all of them so much

it was so good to see them all work together

GOD FUCKING AUGUUHH

THE FIGHT CROSS AND HUNTER HAD??? CROSSHAIR READING HUNTER LIKE A FUCKING BOOK??

when he started to blame Hunter for his failures?? oh fuck as an oldest child that hurt SO much and I was so scared Crosshair was going to pull a "You're the reason why Tech is dead" card

But your honor they are brothers, I love them so much

"i said talk to him, not argue with him!" - "he started it" <- crosshair you cannot beat the youngest brother allegations

hey Crosshair probably didn't tell his brothers about his shaky hands,, ahahahahahaha,aha,,ahh,,,ha..

lmao love that being in a life or death situation and saving each other from it was what made Hunter and Cross start to trust each other

this episode was so great you don't understand

and i'm so happy nothing like,, terrible happened in it

yes I cried a fuckton throughout it but,, at least Omega is still with them and at least Echo is back (for now) and at least they're slowly starting to make up and be a team again

anyways,, nice episode,, can't wait for things to just get worse from here

#tbb #tbb s3 #tbb spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #the bad batch #bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #tbb omega

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chxrryhansen · 5 months

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Pairing: Sad!Steve rogers x female reader

Summary: Sirius, the brightest yet loneliest star in the galaxy.

Word count: 700

A weak person can always be spotted in a crowd, whether it's the builders on the subway with hands too tired to hold themselves up right on the journey home after a long day of work, or the bags and tear stains under the nurses eyes, concealing each and every secret the brain no longer has the capacity to handle, or the accountants slouched over their desks, faces in the palms of their hands, eyes squinting at the screens infront of them as they turn cloudy. However, the signs are more difficult to spot in those who believe being strong is their only choice.

Steve rogers was deemed as the 'Strongest Avenger' amongst his comrades, although tony would definitely have something to say about that if he was here. Due to his long hundred years of life, it seemed pretty obvious that after all those years of experience and change, most would have given up a long time ago, but not Steve Rogers. Steve had always kept up his golden boy status in public, not even a strand of his blonde, wispy hair out of place or pimple on his soft, creamy skin could take away his shine. He believed if people knew the real him, his reputation would suceed him if they knew the truth hidden behind his brave front.

Steve enjoyed sitting by the ocean, it helped that the cabin they had been hiding away from the world in was a short walk away from the beach. Water had always calmed Steve, he related to it in a way. Like a mirror, it has the ability to shows us what we cannot see in ourselves. The way even the calm and still ocean could turn in almost an instant to crashing waves, seeking destruction, it was almost human. Human like him.

"St-Steve?" Your voice called out, closing in on him.

He gave no response as he sat on the rusted bench amongst the pebbles and sand, staring into the sea. Almost as if he didn't even hear the voice calling his name.

"Steve" You said again, only when he felt your hand on his shoulder, caressing him gently did he turn to look at you. His eyes and nose were red and puffy, tears staining his cheeks. Your heart broke seeing him so distraught.

"Oh, sweetheart" you whispered, as you sat next to him, pulling him into a hug, as he accepted your embrace, his thick arms wrapped around your much smaller frame. His skin was cold and blistering, which was all you needed to understand that he had been out there for far too long.

"I'm so tired" he sobbed into your shoulder, your hair becoming wet with tears. You shushed his cries pulling him impeccably closer than he already was. You sat in silence for a short while, thinking about everything that led up to this moment, everything steve had been through and every decision he made that led to you.

“You know, Sirius is the brightest most beautiful star in the entire galaxy, yet the furthest from any connection to other life forms, deeming it the loneliest star to have ever existed” you whispered gently as he slowly looked up from your shoulder, his vision still clouded from the liquid drops of salted sadness.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore” you said gently. “I’ll always be here for you steve, no matter what happens, no matter how far from each other we end up, just look up to the night sky and you’ll find me.”

“I love you” he sputtered, his azure gaze blazing in admiration. “And i love you, forever and always” you repeated back, using your thumb to wipe his tears, caressing his milky skin. Kissing his soft lips faintly. Your other hand massaging his blonde locks as he curled into you.

The blue sky now turned black watched over you as you held each other, the pale moon shined down almost replenishing the light that had previously been lost. “We’re going to be okay, as long as i have you, and you have me, nothing in this godforsaken world can hurt us.”

AAH! my first ever fic! what do you guys think?!🥺 any feedback would be much appreciated whether its negative or positive!💞 please reblog and comment! Much love, cherry��❤️

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers angst #sad steve rogers x reader #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers fanfic #chris evans fanfic

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sleepy-achilles · 3 months

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How is that fair?

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Drew jolts back as the bigger man storms towards him.

Taker grabs the younger man by the hair and pulls him close.

"You are not good enough for my son. He may not see you love, but I do. Stay away" Taker growls. Drew stares at him shocked as the ref separates them. "Off the hair!"

Taker knew.

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Taker knew.

Taker knew times changed. They changed quick. Last time he saw Drew Mcintyre he was some scrawny kid with a crush on his boy.

Now he's some big oaf still nursing a crush.

"I want him." Taker mutters. Hunter looks to see taker staring Drew down across the canteen. "Mcintyre? Why? Vince already has plans for him." Hunter asks sitting back. "What plans?" Taker asks, keeping his eyes on the man. "Teaming him with Lee." Hunter answers. He watches the other man's jaw tighten. "Tell him to put him against me first." Taker growls. "Ill do my best." Hunter sighs pulling his phone out.

Drew keeps his eyes on his plate. "Well, either your match had a bad impact on him, or he's got the hots for you." Sheamus smirks. "Not funny. He knows." Drew whispers. "Knows?" "About Leon." "And what, Leon doesn't? Jesus I think I need to get that boy out more." Sheamus huffs. "No, you're not listening, he's known since I first stepped into the company and now I'm back, he knows it still a thing" drew snaps. "My advice? Don't fall in love with the undertakers son. Or befriend Shawn so that way you have immediate protection. That's what I did and I only wanted Leon friendship" sheamus suggests as he pinches a chip off Drew.

"He won't let me near his son, you really think he'll let me near his husband?" "Good shout" sheamus nods looking past drew. "Oop, here he comes." Sheamus whispers. "Fuck."

He flinches as a firm hand lands on his shoulder and squeezes too tight to be human. Drew closes his eyes as Taker leans down. "My threat still stands. You stay well away from Leon." Taker whispers. Drew just nods. "Attaboy." Taker hums pulling away. Drew opens his eyes as the man walks off and finally looks away from his plate. His eyes immediately land on Leon who's staring at him confused.

"Shit" drew mutters standing and rushing out. He cannot let Taker bully him. Not anymore.

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And somehow he ended up stood across from taker in the ring. Again.

"Just weaken him! Then tag me in!" Shane barks at him. Drew frowns and turns away, he keeps his head down. But that's when he hears taker chuckle.

Chuckle.

He moves forward, raising his head and getting into takers space. Taker stares him down. "Im not scared of you." Drew states. "You sure?" Taker asks. "And I'm worthy. I work hard and I care too damn much about him to let you try and scare me away. He's a grown up." "Hes my son" Taker growls stepping impossibly closer. "And I'd never hurt him. Unlike you" drew growls back.

The ref is quick to separate them. "Youll live to regret that Mcintyre" Taker snaps, ignoring Romans and Shane's concerned looks. "I don't reckon I will." Drew snaps back.

Sheamus smiles backstage. "The hell is mcintyre doing?" Sheamus turns to see Leon stood behind him. "Finding his balls." Sheamus smiles. "Why's my dad obsessed with him?" Leon questions. Sheamus pauses. What's he supposed to say to that?

He claps Leon on the shoulder. "Your guess is as good as mine bud" sheamus smiles. Leon frowns and moves closer to the screen.

What's the deal with these two?

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Taker crosses his arms. "Put him with randy." "God no. He's teaming with drew and that's final." Vince snaps. Taker sighs and drops his arms. "Why? Why drew? Why Leon. Put him with dolph or something." "Because I reckon they'll get along a lot better than you think. What's the issue? It's not like I'm putting a baby face with a heel. In fact I reckon we use this to finally get a face Leon. Fans will love it." Vince explains. Taker goes to speak when he hears fussing outside. He turns to the door as Leon slams it open. "Why have you got us waiting outside like children?" Leon demands. Drew appears behind him looking sheepish. "Because I'm having a meeting?" Vince questions. Leon looks at taker.

"Why am I here?" Leon asks walking in. Vince sighs. "Come in drew." Drew slowly walks in. Stepping away from both men. "I want you to tag team with Drew." Vince states. "No." Leon immediately responds. Drew looks at Leon with hurt. "Told you." Taker smirks at vince. Leon looks at taker. "Exactly. Yeah, sure why not. Couldn't hurt. Just don't expect me to play nice." Leon shrugs. Taker looks at him shocked. "Thats the point. You don't play nice, I want people to believe this tag team won't work." Vince tells him. "Cool, see you Monday partner" Leon nods at drew before walking out.

Drew glances at vince. "Thank you sir" "Anytime." He looks at taker. "Guess I'll be spending a lot of time with him now." He smirks before walking out. Taker growls and slams the door shut.

Vince raises an eyebrow. This seems like a problem.

A Shawn problem.

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"Whats your problem with Drew?" Shawn asks. Taker looks up from taping his wrists to see his husband stood infront of him, arms crossed, head tilted. Shit.

"Whatever do you mean?" Taker asks. "Dont play stupid. Him and Leon have been tag partners for five months and you won't even look the man in the eyes or shake his hand after a big win. Do you know how unfair that is when you hug John and cassies partners?" Shawn asks. "Dont be silly.-" "Dont you even. What is the issue?" Shawn snaps pulling the tape out of takers hands. "Maybe I dont trust him. Maybe I think he should be nowhere near our boy." Taker snaps standing up. "Who gives you the right? You don't know that boy enough to judge him" Shawn whispers. "I trust my gut. My guts never been wrong" Taker snaps. Shawn scoffs and moves away.

"Your gut is the most ridiculous gut I've ever met. That's the same gut that trusted Paul." Shawn points out. "Now Paul? Paul hurt Leon. But drew? Drew cares about Leon and is willing to go to hell and back for him." Shawn defends the Scott. Taker shakes his head. "Hell didn't Paul do this exact thing to you when it came to me?" Shawn suddenly asks. Taker bites his lower lip. "That was different." "Yeah, was it now?" Shawn scoffs throwing him back the tape. "Grow up Undertaker."

Leon moves from the door and hides as his Papa walks out.

Huh, fancy that.

He smirks to himself as he pushes off the wall and makes his way out of the arena.

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Drew smirks as the shield talk amongst themselves. He listens as Leon takes his jacket off, he also watches as the Shield pauses and stares. "No fuckin way" roman huffs. Drew turns to Leon and his eyes widen. "Fuck"

Shawn smiles at the screen as Taker walks in. "What?" He asks. "Look at this" Shawn nods. "I think your attitude is having the opposite effect" he states. Takers eyes widen as he sees it. Its hard not to with the camera zooming in on it.

Drew written above his right collar bone.

Shawn watches as Taker subconsciously touches his name which sits upon takers neck. Shawn smiles softly as he looks back at the screen to see drew practically cornering Leon to look at it.

Yeah, he's the one for his boy.

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Drew leans against the tiled wall, watching the freckled hand rub over the letters. He can't help but smile as it doesn't watch off or fade. "I can't believe you did that." Drew comments. Leon glances over at him. "It was our 5 months as a tag team. Had to do somethin" Leon smirks. "Nothing to do with your dad's blanted hatred of me?" Drew asks. "That too I guess." Leon shrugs looking back at the wall. Drew watches as Leon tilts his head back letting the water hit his face. "What do you know?" Drew asks moving closer. Leon lowers his head. "He doesn't think your good enough for me. My pa reckons we are just like them." Leon comments.

Drews face heats up slightly. "And you?" Drew asks quietly. "I don't do love. Can't be like them." Leon mutters. Drew frowns and steps back. "Dont do love ay?" Drew whispers.

Leon looks at drew to see his back to him. He turns back to the shower. "I.." Leon tries to find a response. They've been working together for months now and he cannot open up to him? Not that he opens up to anyone, but something in him, wants him to open up to drew.

"Im poison." Drew looks at Leon quickly. "I hurt anyone around me. I won't mean to and they won't do anything wrong but I...I just..I can't help but poison people." Leon whispers. That's when drew finally understands it. All of it. So many times people have called this man a monster. Not once have they told him differently. "Guess I'm immune." Leon looks at drew. "What?" "I must be immune. Because, I enjoy being your partner. Even when you say those hurtful things about me. I enjoy being your friend" drew shrugs. Leon's eyes widen. "Friend?" "Yeah. I hope you see us as friends." "....Yeah. Yeah I do." Leon nods. Drew smiles at him.

"Maybe your pa didn't mean it in the romance way you've seen it. Maybe he meant it like their friendship, their bond." Drew suggests. "Yeah. Maybe that's it" Leon whispers as drew begins washing his hair. "Maybe that's it." Leon mutters to himself, his fingers lingering over the name tattooed onto his body.

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Leon is knelt in the ring, hands shaking as the crowds scream and cheer. The belt is lowered into his hands and he stares at it. "We did it!"

We did it.

It isn't Leon's first time holding these belts...but this? This is different.

As the hand rests on his shoulder, the knees touch his. He looks up to see drew knelt next to him, a massive smile on his face. "We did it!" Drew smiles squeezing his shoulder.

Leon doesn't know what comes over him. One minute their kneeling, the next he's throwing an arm around drew and hugging him, squeezing the back of the mans neck. Drew hesitates before hugging him back.

"Wow." John huffs watching his baby brother hug someone who's not family. "Hes really grown on him" Randy comments unscrewing his waterbottle. "Yeah, that's what worries me." John mutters. Randy looks at him as he drinks. "Why?" Randy asks confused as Taker and shawn walk in. John just looks at his parents. "Our baby has his first non family tag belt" Shawn smiles at John. "He does, and he's having a cuddle over it" John jokes. Shawns smile widens as he looks at the screen.

"Of course he is." Taker mutters. Shawn smacks his arm and frowns. Randy just glances at John.

It wasn't a secret taker hated drew. Randy never understood how taker could like him but hate drew. But he wasn't going go question it.

"Dont be a dick" Shawn scolds. "Difficult for him." Leon comments as him and drew walk in. "Congrats lee" "congrats both" the two different responses makes leons smile fade. "Thank you" drew smiles as John shakes his hand. Leon just stares at his father. "Say congrats to drew." The room falls quiet.

"Leon...don't." Drew murmurs. "No. He worked damn harder than me that match, say congrats to him." Leon pushes. Taker meets his sons stare before looking at drew. "Congrats on the win drew." "Thank you sir." Drew nods. "And look at that the world didn't end!" Shawn claps. "After cassies match we are taking you all out for food. Including you drew" Shawn smiles. Leon doesn't take his eyes off his father.

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It was a wacky year.

Leon knew it was a bad idea stepping into Goldust bar.

"Ah! Lee Lee!" Goldust cheers pulling the youth into a hug. "You look stunning" goldust purs cupping the boys face. Leon chuckles. "Hello Goldie" "I invited some of your and cassies friends" goldust smiles. "To our parents anniversary party?" "My party my rules" goldust tuts. Leon's eyes spot him straight away. Sat at the bar with cassie laughing about something. "You invited drew?" Leon asks shocked. "Hes your friend no?" Goldust questions. "Dad hates him." "Wasn't my question, was it" goldust smirks.

Leon ignores goldust and moves over to the pair.

"I don't know Cas..." Drew signs. "Dont be a downer. It'll be a world full of fun. Not every day we have a pay per view and a smackdown in death Valley" cassie smirks. "Yeah, it's because they've just finished the stadium, now scram brat" Leon buts in. Cassie frowns. "Im tal-" "I didnt ask. Go" Leon orders pulling her up and pushing her away.

He sits in her seat and motions for a drink. "She made me come." Drew states. "I aint got a problem with you being here. Just rather I get the shit for it than her." Leon states accepting the drink. "Hey, he's with me alright?" Leon asks the bartender. "I should really ask gold-" Leon's eyes glow purple. "With me." "Alright man, shit." The bartender huffs putting money infront of Drew before walking off. "What?" Drew questions taking his money back. "Youll be treated like shit for the next few hours, might aswell make sure you don't go bankrupt too" Leon smirks before downing his drink and waving for another one. "Leave the bottle yeah?" "I forgot how much of an asshole you are" the bartender grunts before he slams the bottle down and walks off. "Mmm sure you did." Leon smirks as he watches him walk off.

"Takers gonna go mad" drew whispers. "Fuck him. Who cares? If he's stupid enough to let you ruin his anniversary thats on him. We are going to have a good time whether he does or doesnt" Leon tells him. "Ill never understand you Lee." "Good. I like to be a surprise." Leon smiles at him. Drew can't help but smile back as Leon raises his glass.

The men clink their glasses as the couple of the night turn up. Leon glances at his parents before back at drew. "Happy valentines drew." Leon hums. "Happy valentines Leon." Drew smiles softly. John suddenly rushes over and grabs Leon. "You didnt say Happy birthday to cassie?" John snaps. "Im sure the hell of a gift I left in her room makes up for it" Leon scoffs. "Thats why you were late?" "Yes that's why I was late. I didn't forget my baby sis birthday. I'm not that much of an animal" Leon rolls his eyes as he sips his drink.

"Well, your friends have been waiting for ya" John states. "Im busy." Leon mutters nodding his head towards drew. John looks at drew before back at Leon. "I tho-" "you got something else to do other than bothering me when I'm trying to drink?" Leon snaps looking at his brother. John chuckles and steps back. "My bad. Don't forget you've gotta lead the hoedown" John smirks before patting his back, hard, and walking off. Drew raises his eyebrow. "Thought you weren't a stereotypical cowboy?" Drew asks. "Oh don't. You'll be joining us" Leon smirks behind his glass. "What?" "I didnt bring two cowboy hats for nothin" Leon states putting his cup down. "You didnt." Two shadows form infront of Leon and fade to show two cowboy hats. One black the other a dark blue. "You did." Drew huffs. Leon places his on his head before grabbing the blue one and leaning forward. "Of course." Leon smirks placing it on drews head.

Leon leans back and looks at drew and can't help but smile. "Better say hi to the folk. I'll catch you in a minute." Leon hums before pushing away from the bar and walking off. "Hes a good kid." Drew jumps as Kevin takes Leon's seat. "I know" drew nods. Kevin glances at him. "Real loyal when you get past that tough guy bullshit." Kevin adds. "I can tell." Drew mutters looking at Leon with his family and friends. "He'd be real lucky to have you." This takes Drew by surprise. He looks at Kevin. "What? Don't you me-" "God no. He's a fucking asshole and you'd deserve better. You? You see through that, I don't know how but you do. You don't see him as a monster, you see him as a person. He'd be lucky to have you." Kevin states as the music starts. "Thank you?" "Just don't let it ruin you. Too many have fallen to the Michaels Curse. Including themselves." Kevin hums pulling Drew up.

Drew just looks at him. "Good luck." Kevin walks off leaving drew stood confused. "Cmon drew!" Leon calls. Drew looks at the other and finds himself drawn to him.

The Michaels Curse..

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Drew could not give a flying fuck about the Michaels Curse.

Leon Thomas Michaels is and always will be hot.

Drew would gladly fall victim to him at any point in the next five seconds.

Drew knows he's staring, but he doesn't care. Leon's chest heaves as he throws the chair out of the ring, towards the men stood on the ramp. "Back the fuck off!" Leon yells. He turns too drew and kneels infront of him. "Are you good?" Leon asks cupping his face with bloody knuckles to examine him. "I uh...what?" Drew asks. Leon frowns and tilts his head as prods a bruise forming on drews temple. "I asked if you're okay?" Leon pushes. "Your shirtless." Leon michaels was never without a vest on infront of the cameras.

And boy was he beautiful. "Yeah..I was in the middle of getting changed when you got jumped." Leon nods as if it's obvious. That's when drews eyes fall down to see Leon's jeans not even done up. His belt hung around his waist and his button popped open. "Jesus" drew chokes. Leon chuckles and tilts his head up. "I reckon we need to get you too the medic. Get your head checked" Leon smirks. Leon stands and pulls drew up. Drew takes a moment to examine Leon's tattooed torso. He lean figure. His sharp, hard abs. The scars that litter his body. "Your so hot." Drew whispers. "Yeah yeah, I know cmon before you confess which diva you've got the hots for" Leon chuckles leading drew out the ring.

You.

Is what drew wanted to say.

But he decided to keep his mouth shut.

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Leon was busy setting his makeup out when he felt the presence behind him.

He glances up and his brain stops working.

His eyes scan Drew massive back.

Whilst there's only a inch between the men in height, Leon never realised how fucking small he looked compared to drew until now. Drew is pure muscle. And Leon knows he's been working out to look bigger a lot more recently. Infact, Leon knows drew hates that he used to be small, so instead of focusing on defining his muscles, like Leon does, he's focusing on bulking up.

And Leon didn't release he was this big until now.

Drew turns to look at Leon in the mirror, leaving Leon staring at his chest.

Drew, compared to himself, was bigger, softer and hairy. Leon felt small. Jesus is this how his father felt compared to everyone.

Leon is sharp, stone like, skinny and just ugly compared to him.

He's never really appreciated drews beauty until now.

Jesus maybe he did need to get laid, it has been awhile.

"Leon!" Leon's eyes snap up to meet Drews concerned gaze. His face brings Leon guilt. The bruises and cuts from his own father getting drew jumped."Yeah?" Great he was caught staring at drew chest. "Are you okay? Zoned out on me for a moment" drew asks, voice full of worry. Leon can't help but chuckle. God, big, beautiful and dumb. Leon's sure got a type. "Yeah I'm good big guy, just thinking about things" Leon smiles.

Drew raises an eyebrow. Leon just called him big guy. The same Leon that cringed whenever his father used the term.

"You sure?" Drew asks. "Mhm" Leon nods collecting his face paint. "Well, I asked if you wanted anything to eat" drew repeats. "A milkshake will be good. Just need some sugar." Leon answers. "Alright. Be back soon" drew smiles pulling a tshirt on before leaving.

Leon presses his forehead against the mirror. He slaps the back of his own head. "You idiot" he scolds.

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Shawn watches as Taker enters the ring. "I want you to look at the tron." Shawn tells him. Taker pauses and looks. It's Leon smiling. "Wanna know who did that?" Shawn asks. "Who?" "Drew." It continues to show drew turning towards Leon, his own little smile on his face. "Look at them." Shawn orders. A bunch of clips of the pair smiling and laughing together show before it's back to them. "That man brings our son happiness and you...you hurt him for that? How is that fair?" Shawn asks. Taker accepts a mic. "This isnt about fair. It's about what's right. What's right for our son." Taker states. Shawn scoffs. "You know what's stupid. I look at those two and you know what I see? I see us, I see us at their age. Running around, causing vince headaches, having fun, only enjoying each others company, feeling unstoppable. Like no one in the world gets us but each other." Shawn states. "And what I see when I stand here, with you, is Paul. That figure who doesn't want that happiness in a young man. That wants to destroy a growing relationship." Shawn snaps. Takers jaw tightens.

"Hating drew won't separate them. Infact, it'll make their bond stronger. He's your son taker. He will do anything to go against you. And along the way, he's formed a friendship. A friend he cares too much about to lose." Shawn tells him. "And what do you do? You go and hurt that boy! What is wrong with you!" Shawn yells. "I am doing what's best for-" Shawn scoffs and goes to turn away when Taker grabs his arm and pulls him in. Shawn levels his gaze with takers as Taker lowers his mic. "Im doing what's best for everyone." He growls. Shawn pulls out of his grasp. "More like what's best for you and only you." Shawn snaps before dropping his mic and climbing out of the ring.

Taker faces his husband and watches as he walks up the ramp. His head tilted and he's refusing to look back. Taker sighs and rubs his temple. Boy he's in trouble. Shawn always look back. This means shawns extremely pissed, especially if he's head tilted but still not looking.

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"In other news, WWE tag team, The Scottish Warrior and The Skeleton King, consisting of superstars Drew Mcintyre and Leon Michaels have taken the Internet by storm lately after Mcintyre was attacked by Michaels father, The Undertaker" the reporter explains. "Fans and non wrestling fan have come together and started editing the pair and complying evidence that the stars could be in a relationship. They also bounded together to make edits explaining why both stars, separately, are attractive after they brush off comments about them being so." The reporter continues. "The pair have rised to the top in a short amount of time, making a new record for the Internet and the fandoms on it. They are literally everywhere. A photoshoot they did recently for their merch was even posted on timesquare without any input from wwe themselves." The reporter chuckles. "Vince Mcmahon has commented on the situation, let's take a look"

Vince looks at Michael Cole. "Whats your view on what's going on with mcintyre and Michaels?" "Im extremely happy that they've become so popular, I even more happy that they are bringing in non wrestling fans. I mean that's what we aim for right? They've come such a far way and grown so much together it's amazing to see how much they've improved. How much they've improved each other." Vince comments. "And the relationship rumours?" "I will officially say that as of right now, Drew and Leon are just good friends and are very comfortable with each other. No offical relationship has been reported or announced." Vince nods.

"Mcmahon made the rule of relationships being announced after the drama that went on between Michaels parents Undertaker and Shawn Michaels in the 90s. So as far as it goes. Deon is not official. Onto other sporting news-"

Leon tilts his head at the tv. "The fuck is a fandom?" Leon asks looking at cassie. "You know, your fans. The work they make about you." Cassie states as if it's obvious. "Right." "Yours call themselves the royal guards." "Thats a stupid fucking name." "Its because your the skeleton King?" Cassie points out. "Its still stupid. Why not call themselves knights or I don't know Warrior's? Why royal guards." Leon pulls a face. "Mine are warriors" drew hums. "Really? I'd called them Klits" Leon comments. "That is good!" Drew smiles. "Are you two not even slightly weirded out that people think you are dating?" Cassie asks. Then she looks at them, drews arm around Leon's waist, a bag of crisps in his hand that Leon is helping himself to whilst leaning against drew.

"You know what, I take back my question" cassie huffs. "Why would we care?" Leon asks. "People think pa dated half the kliq" Leon shrugs. "He slepted with them, not dated." John comments from where he's working in his script. "Are you two dating or fucking?" Cassie asks. Both men stay quiet. "No." Leon mutters. "Dont sound so disappointed" John chuckles. "Ill make sure your the first to know if we do tho" Leon smirks glancing at his big brother. "Fuck off. Not again. I will block your number." John gags. "Does this mean we are the top superstars?" Drew suddenly asks. John looks up. "Dude, you are the top stars in all of Hollywood right now. No pressure." John tells him.

"Fuck"

"Fuck" Shawn whispers turning the tv off. "Its not going to go down the same way." Hunter hums. "I don't want their friendship to get ruined because of some rumours." Shawn frowns. "It won't." Hunter promises. "Im worried how takers gonna react. I haven't seen him since raw." Shawn whispers. "This is the perfect time to push that vlog idea with them" vince speaks up. Both men look at him. "The fuck?" "Leon will not do it."

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"We are currently backstage" sheamus smirks behind the camera. "Drews about to go fight and Leon's preparing to speak to his father" sheamus states zooming in on the pair. Leon crosses his arms, ignoring the man. "You don't have to do this." Leon states. "He wants a fight. I'll give him a fight. Just gotta get through tonight. If you two can't make it work, I will." Drew states. Leon frowns and shakes his head. "My...my dad isn't someone you want to goto war with." Leon whispers. "Its okay. You're worth it" drew states before leaving. Leon's eyes widen and his face heats up.

His eyes immediately land on sheamus. "Turn it off!" He barks as sheamus giggles like a little girl. "Dont be mean! You two are so cuteeee!" Sheamus coos before running from the other.

Drew shoulda known to keep his guard up. He snarls at seth when suddenly something hits him in the back.

He groans as he hits the matt. He glances to see seth nodding and rolling out of the ring.

He huffs and turns onto his back to see Taker stood, staring down at him, chair in hand. "Just couldn't do it, could ya?" Taker growls reaching down, grabbing drew by his hair, pulling him up. Drew groans weakly and grabs at takers hand, his other hand landing on takers waist area. "You just had to stay away" Taker snaps. "I love him" "you do not know love!" Taker barks at him. "Stop! Dad!" Drew hears Leon yell as the younger man runs down the ramp. "Your not hurting me." Drew snaps looking at taker. "Your hurting him. And that isn't fair." Taker stares at him, even as Leon pulls the chair off him and throws it out.

"Let him go!" Leon demands grabbing takers hand. Taker looks at Leon before letting go. Drew slouches as Leon pushes Taker away from drew. He stands between the two men. "Why? What has he ever done to you!" Leon yells. "I warned hi-" "Why! You don't warn cassies friends! You don't warn John's! Why drew! Why!" Leon snaps. "Because they don't love them!" "So what! So what if he loves me! What if I love him!" Leon yells. Drews eyes widen as he looks at Leon. "Whats it too you?! I'm a adult!" "You do not kno-" "the consequences?! I know the consequences of people loving me! It's the same for you! And yet look at you, happily fucking married with kids!" Leon barks shoving the man.

"How is that fair?"

"What?"

"Why do you get love but i do not? How is that fair?" Leon pushes. Shawn stands on the stage. He came out here to break it up, but right now, despite unable to hear them, it seems things are fixing themselves. Leon looks back at drew. Leon helps drew up and allows the man to lean against his back as he faces his father. "I don't need or want your approval. Hate him all you want, but you leave him alone. You take it out on me. Not him." Leon tells him. "Youll never lay a finger on him, ever again." Leon warns, pulling drew along, shoving the older man out of the way.

Shawn nods at Leon as they pass each other on the ramp.

Shawn stands on ring side.

"It wasn't going to end how you wanted it too." Shawn states softly. Taker looks down. "And right now, you can't even justify why you've done what you've done. And you know what? That's good. That's amazing, because that separates you from Paul." Shawn explains as he climbs into the ring. Taker glances at him. "Your not angry?" "I think our sons anger, but also your anger at yourself is more than enough. Disappointed? Yes. But I can see why you are so protective of Leon. He reminds you of yourself." "He reminds me of you." Taker corrects.

This stuns Shawn. "What?" "Yes, he's different like me. But he looks like you, he has your emotions. Your mindset. And I failed you, I didn't want to fail him" Taker whispers. Shawn takes his hand. "You didnt fail me and you will not fail him, as long as you accept drew. He clearly cares about him, pushing drew away, pushes Leon away." Shawn sighs. "They love each other." Taker mutters. Shawn smiles. "I know that. I've known since day one. As have you. But like you know, its up to them to discover that. Maybe you've helped them do that, maybe they'll thank you for this period of time one day, but right now? Right now they'll hate it." Shawn explains.

"I have to make it up to him." "Im sure you will"

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"So you two accidentally confessed your love for each other but you've not actually talked about it or made any steps to make it official?" Sheamus asks. "No." Drew mutters stabbing his food. "And whys that?" Finn asks confused. "Its Leon. He...he doesn't do emotions." Drew huffs leaning back. "No. That is valid, I take back my question" finn chuckles.

The boys fall quiet as yelling grabs their attention. "The hell is that?" Sheamus asks as Seth walks in. "Bearer and Kane are back-" drew is straight up and running towards the hallway. "Drew? Drew!" Finn barks following him with sheamus.

"You don't fuckin scare me!" Leon barks. "Thats why your hands are shaking?" Paul asks. Leon clenches his shaking hands. Panic building in his chest, taking over him like a disease. He brings his hands up to his chest. That's when his view of Paul is blocked. "I think you need to get leaving." Leon looks up to see the back of drew. "And you are the Michaels new play thing, huh?" Paul asks. "I won't tell you again." "Is that right?" Paul hums. "Back the fuck up." Drew growls. "Or what?" Paul asks. "I aint scared of you or your dog. You need to stay the hell away from Leon or I'll fucking kill you" drew threatens. Leon's eyes widen. "You heard the man." His dad's voice calls. "Taker! My boy, I'm so proud of you"

The sentence makes taker feel sick. "And that's exactly why I'm so ashamed of myself. I never want to be like you, or for you to be proud of me." Taker hisses. "What?" "Because that would not be fair for those who love me." Taker hums moving to stand next to drew. "Now, drew advised you to get to stepping. I'm telling you to get stepping, or I will make you." Taker growls. "I need to meet with vince anyways. I'll be seeing you." Paul mutters before walking away.

Taker turns to drew. "I apologise for my behaviour." Taker states. "I don't expect you to forgive me. But I appreciate you Standing up for Leon. I'm glad he has someone who cares so much about him." "Ill always have his back sir." Drew nods. "And I do forgive you. I understand why you did it." Drew adds. "Yeah?" Taker asks. "Hes your son. And he's a lot like Mr michaels." Drew shrugs. Leon glances at drew. "Fresh beginnings huh?" Drew asks holding his hand out. Taker chuckles and shakes his hand. "Fresh beginnings kid. Now, how about you two go out for lunch yeah?" Taker smirks. "What?" Leon blurts out.

"Shit Leon, keep up, go out together, alone. I'll buy you time, gives me time to sort Paul out" Taker huffs. Leon looks at drew. "It'll be fun. Cmon" drew smiles holding his hand out. Leon looks down at his hand.

"Ah fuck it, I'm always down for some fun" Leon smirks accepting the hand.

Taker watches as they walk away. "Mmm, remind you of something?" Shawn smirks. Taker turns to look at his husband. "You really need a bell" Taker huffs. "But yes. Yes it does" Taker smiles taking shawns hand.

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"In wrestling news, Fan favourite, The Scottish Warrior and The Skeleton King have been confirmed to not only be dating but married. Its unsure how long it's been going on but the couple along with their boss announced it after Mcintyre referred to Michaels sister as his sister in law. We send our congratulations to the married champs."

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This got so long I forgot what I was doing.

But give me credit, I started this yesterday night and finished it the exact time I started it yesterday. Been working on it on and off since.

I wanted to do something based off the gifs but went completely rogue.

Shock

Anyways I love writing deon, I adore them, so honestly I'm not angry.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #leon michaels #drew mcintyre #the scottish warrior and the Skeleton King #deon #my beloves

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cringefailcabitha · 4 months

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sorry i dont have tumblr (i only use it to stalk cabby art LOL) and idk if youll answer this but i am known as the cabby yapper by my friends so i wanted to bring this up to someone who thinks about her as deeply as me

do you ever like think about how terrifying mephones plan for a season 4 would have been to cabby specifically? out of all of the final 3 she has been hurt by the game the most (with no closure mind you unlike balloon), i think having to go through everything again would genuinely break her. even if shes less misunderstood the game still puts pressure onto her to be a facts machine, a strategist. when shes literally the kindest person ever, trying to comfort silver (despite his constant mistreatment of her), and sacrificing almost every post merge challenge for the sake of somebody else (i.e giving up her inani-mate for yinyang, sacrificing herself in episode 13 to put herself on the line with yinyang even if she was manipulating them out of obligation, AND EPISODE 15 SHE DEFINITELY WOULD HAVE WON IF SHE HAD USED HER FILES and completely foiling blueberrys plan, but she didnt because she cared about bot)

in the episode when shes reading the file, the screen actually starts shaking a little. implying she was absolutely horrified at what she was reading. and she had every single right, especially considering what shes gone through.

the other thing that’s absolutely insane to me is the fact that this information was conveyed to her via a file. aka her disability aid, something she relies on. that mustve been horrifying to see something so person to her used against her in such a way.

sorry i regurgitated a lot of this info from the shut i put on tiktok. im just genuinely crazy about cabby

ALSO UR A CABTUBE TRUTHER IM LITERALLY SO IN LOVE WITH CABTUBE i am lesbian cabbys number one truther and see her shipped with men far too much. but like i was so hoping test tube would at least apologize or something. it irritates me how they can make one sided silvercandle canon but they cant show us anymore one-sided cabtube. just make her blush or something. but tbh it made me emo when test tube (and pb bc they nodded) oraised cabby, it made me genuinely crazy.

also unshout out to everyone bullying cabby this episode genuinely why were half of them so mean please let silver Die slowly and painfully. also if lifering (i hc him and cabby as father and daughter, like u cannot convince me lifering and floory arent her dads) switched up on cabby i will personally take his soul like the grim reaper he will be seeing these hands.

sorry feel free to ignore this!

-🍭

😭 I was for real thinking about that earlier today like hasn’t she been through enough… Yes Cabby is a very competitive person but after everything that happened to her in this season and the fact that she’s Still in a vulnerable place right now I don’t think she would find it particularly enjoyable to not receive a prize and then immediately be thrust into a new season of competition— and as a team leader, no less.

Test Tube thanking her for apologising was,,, weird to me. I literally rolled my eyes. It gave me the impression that she (and Paintbrush) think Cabby *should* be apologising to everyone for making some of them uncomfortable? And I just don’t agree. As polite as it is, I think it’s way overstating her actions. Like… why is it “right” to apologise to the entire jury for her past behaviour making “some of them uncomfortable” pre episode 7 when she had never even worked with half of them when said behaviour was supposedly occurring? It’s so frustrating to me, like… how much smaller does she have to make herself for them to be satisfied? I don’t get it.

And of course, “making them uncomfortable” thing again comes back to her files. It’s basically impossible for her not to internalise the idea that keeping information is bad because she Might get things wrong (which. Is another thing. As far as we’ve seen, her writing is almost always correct, barring Bot which is an obvious outlier, and erroneously attributing Suitcase turning on her alliance in season 2 to Balloon’s manipulation.) In episode 15 too, aka the worst Test Tube episode to me, she says Cabby thinks everyone is just “what she happened to write down” as if Cabby is careless and doesn’t do her due diligence when writing her files. Which to me directly contradicts her calling Cabby’s Fan file “impeccable” and having “so many notes” back in episode 2?

And as for Test Tube’s assertion that Cabby would turn on her the moment she stopped being useful, and that she treated everyone like chess pieces on her little board, it really felt like her jumping to conclusions because of what happened with Fan. Because she has done that to no other member of the Pinkers. And there is way less manipulation on Cabby’s part in the show than Test Tube’s irritation would have it seem.

I’m not sure if the writers intentions were to make Cabby as manipulative as Silver from the beginning, but if it was and that’s why this is all going on, well. Mission status isn’t exactly a success to me— the only manipulation she does is in episode 2, when she tries to get Bot to vote out Fan (and presumably the rest of the team as well), and episode 7, where she makes a big show of approaching Silver about how it would be better for him to stack the ice cream because, knowing him to be lazy and careless, it would increase the odds of him screwing up the challenge and make it easier to vote him out.

I’m at least relieved that Test Tube seems to have been thinking about things whenever Cabby says something self-effacing or seems to be nice, because it gives me hope that she may finally realise she’s been taking it too far and maybe Cabby will get an apology, but the fact that she’s been just sitting on it for like 3 episodes by now is killing me,

#inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity invitational #ii cabby #ask #long post #sometimes in season 3 test tube does stuff and I just want to like.. tell the waitress to send her back to the kitchen and make her again #bc it doesnt taste right

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chatter-by-the-fountain · 5 months

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In my worst dreams, she isn’t hurting me. She’s not yelling, she’s not stepping over me, she’s not stabbing, like the enemy I make her out to be.

Instead, she walks up to me, and I'm not afraid. She tells me she is happy to see me after so long, and that she’s been itching to tell me something. I nod along, as I feel my legs go cold, hard as ice.

She forgives me in those dreams.

She asks me how I feel. I want to forgive her, but I know what comes after I do. My frozen heels are deep on the ground, my guts boil.

And when she tries to hold my hand, I wake up, sweaty, head resting on a flat pillow.

Alone.

This solitude does not bring me comfort. An animal hiding from prey in a cave and one exiled to an island for its transgressions are both equally alone. Except within four walls, under the cover of my bed, and a phone connected to millions of others by my side, it is hard to tell which one I am.

As time goes on, it becomes harder to know by looking back.

She’s not here to hurt me, I’ve made sure of it. She was hurting when I left, and I was the cause of it. I remember. My finger grazing over the phone icon on the screen remembers. My ears rumbling as they expect a call remember.

My dreams remember, too. They play the events themselves, but also every counterfactual scenario it can create. The ones that cannot ever be, and the ones that still can.

The latter are the ones that terrify me the most.

The ones where I can still be proven wrong.

There’s a fear that if I were to forgive, I would hit the same rock again. And yet this one is bearable.

But what if I was proven wrong? What if it did go well? Maybe there’s a life ahead of me where I’m not alone anymore. There’s a restoration, where the broken self is put back together, and where her self will bloom along with mine.

This will not happen, however.

I know my answer is to not forgive. I know I would be entitled to it.

And yet the fear that, if I do not forgive, I would prove that I’m broken, cold, apathetic, cruel, seems way more daunting.

This self is one that rejects. This self remembers the harm done to escape, and forgets what it escaped from. This self may heal, but it comes with a warning for itself, and those it tries to reach. It is broken, and it bites.

It wakes up alone, knowing it was its choice to end up this way. I stare back at it, and I still don’t know whether mutual forgiveness would be as much of a nightmare for me as it is for it.

It shuts off the idea, and presses me to move on. “It will be late”, it says, as it points to the clock, alarm ringing as usual.

#i dont even know #my writing #i will leave it untitled #this is a total mess. i just wanna get it out of my body.#put it on a mirror

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mommalosthermind · 3 months

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went to see the geneticist about that whole cancer thing today so. I’m gonna put a read more, because I tend to ramble, and then I’m gonna fucking shout into the void because American Healthcare would prefer if you’d be so kind as to just shut up and die quickly, please.

Sixty minutes. Sixty minutes I spent with this woman carefully explaining to me how this test would work and why she thinks I should do it. forty of those minutes she said things like, “your family history is… a lot,” “Family is only ten percent of the equation so don’t panic too much,” “But your risk is still probably somewhere around 30% and if this test is postitive that bumps right up to EIGHTY—,” (Insert in-depth but understandable explanation of genes and terms I only half remember now but was fascinating at the time tbh)

I loved her, she was fantastic. And then. And then.

She put down all her files and folded her hands on the table. This woman went from sweet and professional and kind right to the type of bone-deep sorrow that’s got nowhere to go so it builds.

“First, I need you to know that I believe in what we do here. It sounds like this test would alleviate a lot of your concerns, no matter what the results. I do feel that you should get this screening done, for yourself and your kids. However.”

And she stopped, and took a deep breath. “The good news is, we’ve passed a law so that a positive test cannot influence your health insurance in anyway. We’re not even required to give them your results. The problem with that, is the law comes with loopholes. If you come back positive, we are legally required to give that information to certain places upon being asked. And if you do not have these programs already in place, it will be very difficult to get them after a positive, because a positive is considered a pre-existing condition. Life insurance companies. Disability. If you ever need long-term or in-home care. These places will look at that positive and, at the very least, raise your potential rates.” “So,” I said, like an idiot who should’ve known better but was too busy focusing on how this test meant I’d finally fucking know just how worried I should be, “You’re saying that this test, which is preventative care, would make it impossible to get the programs I’d need, if and when I actually get sick.”

“They don’t see you as a person,” she answers. She sounds so fucking tired. She’s said this so often the words have carved grooves into her mouth. They probably don’t hurt anymore, but she looks like she wishes they would. “They’re a business first and only.”

“I’m aware of how capitalism works, yes. I’d apparently forgotten how much it would prefer I die without inconveniencing the system supposedly designed to help me.” Then I apologize for allowing the angry millennial in me control of my tongue.

She just shakes her head. “Honey. I’m right there with you.”

I don’t know what the right answer is here. I don’t HAVE life insurance. We can’t afford it. My partner gets his through the military, which means I’m only eligible if we get hitched. But if we do that, me and all three kids lose healthcare entirely. Stars forbid something actually fucking happens to me. “I can’t tell you the right answer here. All I can do is tell you what I’ve seen happen. There was a woman, not too long ago, who’s got a similar background to you. Small kids and all.” The geneticist looks down at her hands. “I told her the same thing. She decided to go ahead despite not having these programs set up in advance.” She puts both hands up, like she’s warding me off, but you and I already know how this ends. “I have to make sure you know, we did not anticipate a positive at all. At all. But she came back positive, and now she’s having a nightmare trying to set up some kind of life insurance to take care of her kids in case something does pop up.” “You mean they’re turning her away, or asking for insane amounts of money, because they’d rather she die than help. Y’know. Like they’re supposed to. Because the healthcare part of this is caring for my health.”

“You’d think,” She said. I wonder how she sleeps, when she’s pulled so thin. How she can still go to work, when she knows exactly the potential, the help she’s offering, and how the system itself snatches it away from her over and over and over again.

I left with her card in my pocket, and the promise that they’ll get me in for that screening if I call for one. Now, a year, ten years. They’ll get me in. So. Do I fuck myself over now, or wait until the threat of cancer becomes a reality, and get fucked over then? I started this angry. It’s probably pretty clear when that drained right out into tired. I’m so tired. I want to cry. This was meant to give us a better way forward. This was meant to answer questions, and let us know how worried we should be about our kids. This is such a small thing. This is SUCH A SMALL THING. One test. 36 genes. So many cancers, the breast and the ovarian I’m terrified will come for me next, like so many other of my family’s stellar gifts. What is the point of this, if I’m going to end up punished so severely I might be denied actual care over it?

I think, really, what’s got me fucked up the most is that I should have seen this coming. I should have known better. I should not have been waiting to put down all that anxiety because I was so caught up in ‘I’ll KNOW.’

Fucking fuck.

The middle kid’s waiting to hear back on whether or not the insurance has decided he’s allowed to have fucking braces, and I thought I’d get to just know my risks of getting sick without there being a consequence. Specialists are telling me I should be so very worried about my cancer risks.

Ten years to even see her. And I’m back at square one, with a pcp who’s going to look at me in a few months, sidestep all my questions and go, “I thought you were going to try and lose a few pounds? What happened to weight watchers?”

What happened is, I’m counting points and counting calories and counting fucking steps and not losing weight, because the body doesn’t work like that. I might be teetering on developing a fucking eating disorder instead, but that’s between me and myfitnesspal/weightwatchers. But also: my weight is not the fucking problem. This was such a small thing. If I end up actually with the cancer everyone’s spent so long warning me about, what then? When it’s not such a small thing? What are the consequences for us then? THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A SMALL THING. QUICK. EASY. I’m not even fucking sick! THIS WAS A PREVENTATIVE MEASURE.

American healthcare is violence.

If it’s like this and I’m not even sick, how fucking awful is it for people who ARE?

Vote blue down the ballot, in the hopes that some fucking day our healthcare will actually fucking care.

#Momma talks #momma rants #delete later #i needed to pour it out soomwhere so boom. Tumblr.#American healthcare #Went from violent to teary to exhausted in record time.#this was meant to be a small quick thing. A nothing even.#Shouting into the void so I can get it out of my head for five minutes. Apologies.

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cillspropertea · 2 years

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No Fucking Way

Chapter 4: unwrap and untangle

Warnings: Mention of medicines and sedatives.

Y/N finds herself in a unique situation where her heart wants to believe everything but her mind wants her to repress herself to prevent heartbreak. The love of her life is miraculously close enough to touch but everything stops with the question, “Is any of this real?”

Authors note: I apologize beforehand to how medically incompatible this story will be, as I am not a professional doctor, just a fanfic writer with an idea she cannot contain in her head anymore. So, please, bear with me.

Word count: 1449

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My medicines were strong enough to knock a horse out. After indulging in two of those scrumptious doughnuts my phone had beeped to remind me of the medicines I had to take. I had gotten my phone back and was relieved and shocked at the same time when I’d turned it on and found out I was right. Cillian’s eyes were my home-screen wallpaper. The screen was cracked but it was still working. The doctors, however, had prohibited any use of the internet for now as I was a wife of a celebrity and a lot of rumors and speculations were on there that could easily effect my already damaged mental state. And if I really wanted to, I could use it under supervision. Fair enough I guess. Even if it made me feel like a teenager again.

Marie had put in the reminders on my phone as she did not trust me to take my medicines on time. She was right. But as soon as I had them I had started feeling sleepy. And then before I knew it, it was evening. The soft knock on the door had woken me up. It was Marie. After wobbling on my walking stick and hardly balanceable feet, as I was still sleepy as hell, I let her in. “Wow! Cillian went all out didn’t he!” she took in the room and then the box from Joan’s. Plopping on the bed next to me she helped herself on one. I was again about to fall asleep when she nudged me, not softly at all, “What?” I whined sleepily.”Are you sure you want to come with us Y/N?” I slightly sat up, the comfort of the bed and the coziest blanket was literally paralyzing me. I simply did not want to move. “What do you mean by that Marie? You know I am.” I said, irritated. “I just feel like you need to think about it a bit more.” She looked at me now, knowing fully well how I could never lie when she looked at me like that, when she cornered me with her stare like that. I sighed loudly looking at the ceiling, “Just tell me the truth. I want to… understand why, exactly, are you doing this?” I sat up, “You think of me as an enemy don’t you?” my voice low and full of hurt. “Why is it that difficult for you all to understand this that I need time?” I got out of bed and started to make a cup of coffee. I needed my brain to wake up.

Marie was silent until I came back with two mugs of caffeine, one at a time, with the crutch and all, and handed one to her. “I understand how all of you want everything to go back to normal. And believe me, I want that too. But it’s not an option for me.” Marie nodded. Finally I could see my words getting through to her, so I continued. “In my mind I do not see Cillian as my husband. I do not remember our first meeting, any of our dates, any proposal not even my fucking wedding…” my eyes were tearing up now and I hated it. It made me feel pathetic and helpless, crying like that. “I am not saying I want to end it. I am also not saying I want to keep it. Because in my mind, Cillian was just a crush of mine.” Her brows knit together so I had to explain what my doctor had told me in the morning, after a psycho-analysis session with her. She had talked to me about a lot of things. About my childhood, about my school, even college. I could remember most of those things correctly but when it came to my relationship with Cillian, there was nothing. “Dr. Sophia said that it seems that my brain has, somehow, replaced some characters or people of my life with some others.” Her eyes widened, “So Cillian replaced…” “Jack Robertson, my crush from my teen years.” I completed. My case was unlike she had ever seen she had said. But that fact did not made me feel special at all. The Doctor had said that it would take several, ‘meetings’ and sessions to completely unwrap and untangle these wires in my head. And to fully understand the mess she or any other doctor from Istanbul that I was going to see after going back, would have to have some sessions with my other family members too. Setting the wires up back to ‘normal mode’ was another thing. “In short my mind is sort of fucked up. And to un-fuck it up I need time and patience…” I said, in the calmest tone I could muster up. I wasn’t lying. Just keeping a small part from her and everyone else, including the doctors. I had accepted the reality that everything and everyone around me was real. But I still felt like I had somehow travelled to another timeline and universe.

Going back to Istanbul, I want to see for myself. My room, my stuff, the magazines which I am danm sure have to have Cillian’s face on them and that poster on the wall from ‘Peaky Blinders’. I knew all of them would think I’ve completely lost it and probably put me in a mental hospital but I needed something, I did not know what, but something to hold on to. Something to grasp this unbelievable reality with. Which is why I had decided to go with Marie and Mom. Marie rubbed her temple, “Fucking hell Y/N.” she slapped my shoulder, “Only you can choose something this fucked up to get sick with.” “I chose?...” I shook my head, smilling, “And here I thought I was getting through to you.” “ No no no no! I’m so sorry. I did not mean it like that.” She panicked, “And you’re right. We are being inconsiderate by forcing you to behave and act normal when none of this is normal at all.” Thanks God! She was using her brain again, “But!...” I rolled my eyes, “I want you to talk to Cillian too. Just like this. He deserves this. At least acknowledge his existence Y/N.” I nodded, she was right. “He is in pain. A lot of it. And about your relationship with him, you need to have him on the same page, kiddo. It works both ways. He needs to have the opportunity to decide if he wants to wait for you or not.” She was ripping the bandage now, I knew it, “You expecting him to wait ‘more’ without an explanation or taking in the fact that he did wait for you for two whole years is you being inconsiderate as well.” I nodded to that too. I had thought about it. I was danm ashamed of how I had treated him and hurt him, even if it was unintentional, he deserved an apology. But what if after hearing my thoughts and decision of putting our ‘married life’ on hold for a while does not sit well with him? And if he chooses to part ways, will I regret it later on? ‘Fuck!’

“Marie?” yeah…” “Can you tell me what happened? At the night of the accident?” Her eyes widened before she looked away, “I just remember going to bed really tired. I had had to work two shifts that night, a colleague had bailed at the very last minute. Her name was Natasha or Natalia…” “Natalie?” she questioned. “Yes! That was her. I was so tired. And then I woke up in the hospital.” Marie’s mouth was opening and closing, “I know which night you are talking about.” “You do?” “That was the night Father had died.” She had pity in her eyes. “You were sleeping when he’d had the heart attack. Mother had screamed loud enough to wake the whole neighbourhood. But before the help could arrive…” “He was gone.” I completed. “I remember his face. I had hugged him before the paramedics had arrived. It was all so sudden.” Fuck! So if that was the night I remembered than that is a memory from ten years ago! “How did the accident happen Marie? What happened at the night of the accident?” I questioned her again. “I wasn’t here. And I feel it is not my story to tell. You have to ask Cillian.” She was avoiding the truth. Just the way she could tell my ticks I could tell hers. “Get up now. We need to go somewhere.” She said, looking at her wrist watch all of a sudden. “Where?” I asked, alert now. “Your home.”

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy fic #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy imagine #cillian x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x y/n #cillian x fem!reader

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geocait0815 · 2 years

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Hey! Sooo...here is a prompt for a one-shot, if you don't mind:

'I am at the point where I dont even cry anymore. I just accept the pain and move on.' with MC and either Jessy or Lilly

I hope that works for you 😬💙

Hey! I am not sure if this is what you had in mind, but it is where my head went when meditating about your prompt.

I think I hurt my own feelings a little while writing this. So... Enjoy!

Chagrin

It is late afternoon when MC finally turned into the parking lot of the Motel off the highway, somewhere between Duskwood and Terrendale. Jake had agreed to meet here, just as he promised before he went into that damn mine.

For a long minute she just sat there staring at the doors leading to the motel rooms. The initial excitement has been replaced by nervousness, now that she was so close to finally seeing him. Finally, she was close to the man she came to know and love only over text and within only a few days. I must be out of my mind, MC thought.

The sound of another car pulling into the parking spot next to her snapped her back to reality. One last check in the rearview mirror and then she got out of the car and walked towards the building.

There was no need to approach the reception. Jake had told her which room he was staying in.

Standing in front of the door she raised her hand to knock but did not get the chance as the door was already being opened. “Hello MC.”

MC dropped her hand staring at the man filling the doorframe like he was an apparition. She had fantasized about their first meeting for a long time, but not knowing what he actually looked like it was always difficult to picture it.

"Hi, Jake.", she said with a slight smile, taking a step towards him. At that moment something shifted in his eyes, as if they were suddenly frozen over. Jake took a step aside to let her pass through into the room and closed the door behind them. It was a room like any other Motel room, with a bed, a little kitchenette and a small dinig table that was now occupied a by a laptop. Some sort of script seemed to roll over the screen.

"Is everything alright?", MC asked into the room since he was still standing behind her. Concern started to creep up on her. Jake did not answer but instead walked around her towards the laptop. He slowly closed the device and then finally turned around to face her. "MC, I...." his voice trailed off and he looked away again, as if he could not bear looking into hereyes.

"Talk to me. What is going on?" She wanted to cross the space between them, but her feet were like glued to the floor. She wanted to claim that hug he promised her. Only now MC realized how much she craved being close to him, feeling his touch on her.

"...I .. we can't do this. It is just too dangerous." "Don't you dare to start with this again," she interrupted him in a low voice, almost like a growl. "You said you loved me. That we were going to make this – make us work!"

"I know what I said." Harsh. MC opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. She could not believe that this was happening, after all they went through. She felt tears burning behind her eyes. But the anger welling up in her refused to let them out. Finally, she found her voice again. "What are you saying?"

Jake let out a sigh, it almost seemed to deflate him. "We should not be together. It would never work. You deserve a safe life. A happy life. I cannot give that to you."

He picked up a key card that was lying next to the laptop. "I got a room for you. After such a long drive you will need some rest. But then you should return to your own life... and move on."

All she could do was stare at the card in his slightly trembling hands. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Her voice wavered between shouting and a dangerous calm. She was getting close to losing her mind.

"It is for the best, please trust me. My pursuers could show up any moment. They won't ask questions. You could get hurt or worse. I promised to protect you at any cost. And to ensure this, I will have to disappear."

That was it! She snapped out of her stupor. She swirled around and ripped the door open with so much force that it crashed against the wall behind it. And with that she stormed off, down the hallway and out of the building. In the parking lot, she took her phone out of her pocket, not even knowing what she intended to do with it. Her grip around it tightened as if she wanted to pulverize it. And when she felt a buzzing in her hand, she suddenly smashed the device to the pavement. She could hear it crack. Then she got into her car and reversed out of the parking spot. When she drove off she could feel a faint bump as her tire rolled over the phone.

A few minutes later MC reached a fork in the road. She came to a halt and stared at the road sign. A left turn would take her to Duskwood. Towards the right lay the access road to the highway.

Finally, her tears broke to the surface. Ignoring the traffic around her, she put her forehead on the steering wheel and started sobbing uncontrollably. This went on for several minutes, until she finally raised her head. Taking another hard look at the road sign she made a desicion; And set the turn signal.

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Two months later

As Lilly walks through the entrance of the pub, she is greeted by blasting music. It takes her a minute to orient herself. Then she spots MC standing at the bar. A man approaches MC, two drinks in hand and offering her one of them. But she waves him away like an annoying insect.

Lilly had almost not recognized her from the video calls they had shared months ago. The usually joyful and energetic woman now seemed like a shadow of herself. There is rarely any emotion on her face. It is like looking at the hull of a former person, going through the motions it remembers from its former life.

The fact that Lilly was able to find MC here is a bit of a miracle. They knew which city she lives in, but not much else. MC had only mentioned this being her favorite pub to Jessy a while back in a conversation.

Originally, MC had planned to visit them in Duskwood two months ago. But one day before the date they had set she simply disappeared. There were no texts and all calls went straight to voice mail without ever being returned. Jake seems to have also disappeared into the mist without any warning. So naturally, everone was very concerned as to what was going on. That was when Lilly decided to try her luck and try to track MC down. The pub was her first stop to either find MC here or ask around if anyone knows her.

Lilly starts to make her way towards the bar. And about halfway in, she is being noticed by her friend. MC straightens up. But instead of greeting Lilly, she turns and walks away.

What the hell?, Lilly wonders and picks up her pace to catch up with MC. Lilly reaches out to grab MCs shoulder and make her stop. MC whirls around and glares at Lilly. "Why are you here?", she hisses.

Lilly is completely taken aback by this reaction. While she still stares in shock, MC prtoceeds to turn around and walk away.

"MC! Wait. Where are you going?" Lilly follows her through a side door, ending up in a narrow corridor leading to the restrooms. But MC walks past them and further down the corridor. Finally, she disappears through another door.

When Lilly finally catches up, she finds MC leaning against a desk, arms crossed in front of her chest. "So?", she inquires. "Waht are you doing here?"

"MC, what is going on with you? You had everyone concerned about you when you just fell off the face of the earth!" "What is going on with me?" MC now stares at her feet. Lilly can see her jaw working as if she's clenching her teeth. "Well, I have decided that I am done with all of this after my last conversation with your brother." MC looks back at Lilly, and she can see all the pain and anger in her eyes.

"What happened?", Lilly asks. "I came all the way to Duskwood and met up with him, only for him to tell me that ...", MCs voice breaks off and she returns to staring at her feet. "I could not take it anymore. Not after all we went through. After all the things he said to me from the safety of his screen. I felt so betrayed and hurt. And there was no way I could come to see you guys, pretending that everything was okay."

Lilly walks over to MC, takes her hands and and pulls her into an embrace. There is no resistance anymore. "And you went through all of this alone?" MC nods against her shoulder. "We would have been there for you... But you know what, I'm here for you now."

"That won't ne necessary.", MC replies. "I am now at the point where I don't even cry about it anymore. I just accept the pain of losing him and move on." We'll see about that, Lilly thinks. Out loud she says: "Well then, I think it is time to get drunk."

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Ok, now I am off to more fluffy shores!

#duskwood everbyte #duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood prompts #duskwood lilly

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