i can do it with a broken heart - f1 grid
parings: gn!driver!reader x platonic!f1!grid x ex!jacob elordi
summary: after yn and their ex break up, they carry on as best they can and no on had any idea how bad they were struggling
notes: george is in this but he does not drive for mercedes, yn does. i also used a mixture of fem and masc pictures because i couldnt decide and thought you could just imagine whatever you wish!!
notes 2: probably the longest fic ive done so far but im pretty proud of it. the time stamps above each section are semi important so i would keep an eye on them!! also i know ive been gone for so long but i do not promise ill be back. alsoooo i know i only included a bit of the grid but i kept getting distracted and then couldnβt figure out how to include everyone!!
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march 2024
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charles oh my god i cant believe my cat is finally the pfp
i have been waiting for YEARS
max yes well you better enjoy it because itβll change soon and youβll be back to waiting again.
lando jesus max do you have to use punctuation???
alex be glad he doesnt use captials
oscar one thing at a time lando, we dont want to scare him
max ???
lando anyway
yn mate you ok?
yourname im fine? ur scaring me you never ask how i am
lando yeah but usually your not single
lewis oh no! you and jacob split?
yourname yeah, wasnt working anymore
charles ah im sorry, that must suckπ£
yourname i mean it does but its been coming for a long time so its not surprising
fernando hello! yn what is wrong? you always use emotes!
yourname theyre emojis nando, and im fine just a bit lost
fernando do not worry, i will come and find you!
yourname no, i dont mean literally just..we were together for so long i dont really know what to do now you know?
lando i get it, you wanna play tarkov with me???
yourname cheers ill get on now
george let us know if you need anything!
may 2024
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pβοΈ was just what we needed this weekend!
thank you to everyone who came out and supported myself and the team and huge thank you to the team for working so hard all weekendβοΈ
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mercedesamgf1 mega job this weekend ynπ *liked by author*
landonorris nice to share the podium with you mate
yourusername same time next race?
user33 loved seeing you back on the podium
user2 absolutely smashing it this season
user21 more podiums pleaseπ€² *liked by author*
user3 fourth podium of the year first pβοΈ*liked by author*
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*pretend it says after march i changed dates around last min*
august 2024
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did some reading, painting and writing
baked some good food and spent time with some good people, also got a catβ¦not bad for summer breakβοΈ
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user66 AHHHHHH
yourusername ahhhhhhh
user26 cats name plsplspls
yourusername normanπ±
lukehemmings nice musicπ
yourusername woah arent you the guy who wrote mum?!
mercedesamgf1 ready to see you back on the podium
yourusername always!!!!
user74 have you had funnnn??
yourusername yesss!! ive been doing lots of things i enjoy, basically treating every day as my birthdayπ
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*was supposed to write them instead of her sorry!! was doing two stories at once and kept getting mixed upπ
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october 2024
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pβοΈ for the 3rd time this season, very very pleased
huuuuuge thank you to the team, every single one of you who worked tirelessly over the summer break and every moment since then, these have been for youβοΈ
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user55 what a good season to be a yn fan *liked by author*
user6 these races have been incredible to watch, so proud
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gracieabrams woop woop!!!!
yourusername ππ
user2 gracie??
user41 why have we not had any personal photo dumps yetππ
user88 right we miss seeing you yn!!
yourusername sorry guysπ£ive been suuuper busy working on something i just honestly forgot
user41 NEW PROJECT?? WHEN?? (also pls dont feel bad we love u)
yourusername soon!! (and i love u guys too)
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november 2024
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i cannot believe i get to say this, but my new friend taylor just released a new album and i was able to write a song on the album
im honestly not sure how this came about but i had so much fun writing this and expressing all my thoughts and feelings in a way ive never done before
i poured my life and soul into this song and im so glad taylor is the one who is singing it and really bought it to life
send some love to my friend and go and stream THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT (most importantly i can do it with a broken heartπ)
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taylorswift thank you for trusting me with this song, so much loveπ€
yourusername NO THANK YOU!!! i will be forever gratefulβοΈβοΈ
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charles i feel completely betrayed yn
fernando oh noπ! what did yn do?
charles THEY DIDNT TELL ME THEY WERE WRITING A SONG??
AND WITH TAYLOR SWIFT HOW COULD YOUβΉοΈβΉοΈ
yourname sorry charles, surprise?!
charles ill forgive you because its a good song
yourname thank you my life just got infinitely better!
yuki very good song yn! has been on repeatβΊοΈ
yourname thanks yuki, glad you like it!!
lando I LOVE IT TOO
but seriously are you ok?!
yourname yeahhh im better now
was just a lot to navigate
lewis glad you found an outlet! but remember you can always talk to any of us
yourname i know and i appreciate it, i really do
alex yn was that twitter thread right?
yourname mate youre going to have to elaborate
alex user56tweetlink
yourname oh pretty much yeah
some things were changed with taylor but not much
fernando just listened to the song yn! very niceπwell done!
yourname thank uu
max good song yn!
now
lando can you please tell me what you meant on your twitch stream!
oscar max is kind of scary
max dont make me talk about that interview next oscar!
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Hi I donβt know if your taking requests but if you are and your ok with writing this I was wondering if you could do one where the reader gets the pheromone perfume from TikTok and tryβs it out and is with Lando and they go a dinner with all the drivers and she goes to the bathroom and puts it on and Landos reaction is hilarious
Note: I understand the science behind it - even though it's still something science needs to work on (one of my teachers was doing some research on it and we discussed it a lot in class), but I can't help but be a bit sceptical about it, ngl! Until otherwise, my requests are always open and you can send in requests anytime you want!
"Do you have it?", Carmen asked as you looked for the tube inside your bag.
"I can't believe you have it - I'm curious to see how it works, though", Rebecca offered.
"You and me both", you giggled before getting up from the table.
"Where are you going, baby?", Lando asked as soon as you were up.
"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back", you smiled.
"You know she won't vanish into thin air, right?", George joked as Lando followed you with his eyes until he couldn't see you anymore.
"Just making sure she's okay, George, have you ever heard of that?", your boyfriend bit back.
By the time you came back to the bathroom, the group had moved up to the bar area of the restaurant, the room closed off to anyone else so you could have some privacy.
"Hey, baby", Lando hugged you, "I was about to get you something to drink", he smiled, kissing your lips and taking a wiff of your scent, "did you freshen up?".
"Are you telling me I was stinky before?", you joked.
"No, no, it's just you smell really nice, very nice", he kissed along the way from your clavicle, up your neck and behind your ear before something clicked, "This is one of those TikTok things, isn't it? Max showed me last week", Lando searched the answers on your eyes, "which means that if I can smell it, so can anyone else - they can smell you too!", he gasped, "we need to wash this off", he whispered on your ear, squeezing your body against his.
"You're usually all over eachother on any good day, but right now? He's not leaving you to go to the bathroom even!", Carlos chuckled as his friend's antics.
"We have something important to do!", Lando pulled you with him to the bathroom, ignoring the whistles and claps from the group, "I don't care what the soap smells like, you're not going to get close to the guys smelling like this - it's intoxicating, and a bit mind numbing", he sighed.
"That's all you want to do about it, though? I even have that nice lingerie set you really like underneath this", you gestured to your outfit, "we already have the fame, might as well have the advantage too", you smirked.
(Thank you for sending this in β¨οΈ)
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Nerdy jisung..... def would be sitting in his car listening to some rnb singer like frank ocean or sza, talking to eachother as the music hums in the background, car was barley dirty. Looks way to clean to be owned by some 22 year old in college, little do you know he had taken it to get washed and cleaned the day before you guys hung out. you both went on random subjects, but he can't get one thing out of his head. that thing was your stupid little dress you had on, sure u wanted to look all pretty for some nerd you had seen in the book store looking at some kid reading level Lego book. Thought he was cute so you asked him on a date, 4 weeks later and 6 dates here you are. Talking to jisung who won't take it a step further cause he wants to move "slow". Right he wants to move slow. So why is he thinking about how sweet you taste, or how pretty your moans would be. He's thought every disgusting thing you could imagine, he's thought about you in the shower as his whines fill up the room, thought about you right before bed as he opened up his photos and scrolled to your very own album that lies in his phone, labeled "π" cute you had thought when you had saw it on his phone while he sheepishly went on Instagram once you saw it, little did you know he used all the e pictures of you together to get off to when he's alone at night, when you spent the night just that one time because it was raining, he held back every fiber in his body to not quickly run to the bathroom to drop his load. Anyways. Back to your dress. Too short, wayyyy to short for jisung to act like he doesn't even realize. what you realized was him spaced out, "you good ji?" your soft voiced brought him back to reality, "uhm yea, was just thinking" he shyly says as red fills his cheeks. "u sure? Kinda look like a tomato" you teased softly, uncrossing your legs immediately jisung notices, one more move and im gonna lose it. He was right, once you let out a soft sigh while stretching he couldn't be silent anymore, 4 weeks was surely enough...right? "yn, I can't hold myself back anymore please let me touch you" he whined unbuckling his seatbelt, you smile and laugh softly, unbuckling yours soon after. "was hoping you'd say something, wore this dress to get you to fuck me" you smile, sliding over onto his lap mid sentence, "fuckkkkk, it definitely worked cus there's no way your leaving my car without me getting to fuck the living shit out of u" he says while holding your hips down, "always thought of u as a lil virgin loser" you whined softly when he started moving his hips up. "May look like one, but trust me baby i definitely know what I'm doing" he plants hickeys on your neck, sliding your panties to the side as you unzip his pants.
"I know damn well jisung didn't give you all of those hickeys"
"you'd be surprised what that man has done."
"....what?"
"js know he definitely isn't a nerd."
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bite the hand (e.m.)
pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x girlfriend!reader
summary: things come crashing down around you when you watch eddie from the sidelines of the stage. you know you shouldn't leave but you beg eddie for forgiveness anyway.
warnings: (unedited) more angst folks i think i'm going through something, established relationship, swearing, tears crying sobbing (for eddie but you too babes x), i use face and features too many times but we move
wc: 2.0k+
note: short and (not so?) sweet :) :( i'm really struggling to sustain my writing for very long but oh well xoxo
Hereβs the best part distilled for you
But you want what I canβt give to you
Your hands are gravity while my hands are tied
He shouldβve known itβd get to you eventually. The screams and cries of thousands for him and only him, because as much as he stood, awestruck, by the talent of the others, it was always his name the crowd went hysterical for: Eddie. Eddie. Eddie. Theyβd chant and sway and go all but rabid when his black mop of hair would peak from around the stage, teasing in that very βEddieβ way that you were all too familiar with when heβd feel a little more playful in bed. His mischievous eyes and quirked lips, tattooed skin and leather-clad thighs. He was the embodiment of a devilish smile, dripping, oozing, even, with sex appeal and charisma.
But it wasnβt just you, now, who noticed those things about him. The two of you werenβt perched on a bench outside of Wayneβs trailer anymore, smirking into the otherβs mouth after a particularly strong joint he had rolled from his stash, legs resting on top of him as you were all but sat in his lap. Neither were you the sole body in the crowd of the Hideout, the only one out of the tens of patrons to be hanging onto every rasp of Eddieβs voice, every strum of his long fingers against the guitar.
It wasnβt just you, now, who noticed those things about him, and you knew because of the hundreds of letters he got, every other week on mail day, from adoring fans and sycophants and a few stalkers. You knew because of the way the crowd stretched so far into the distance that you couldnβt see where it ended, the countless bodies moving like a singular mass of pure, unaltered adoration for the man who assured you itβs you, itβs only ever going to be you.
βPenny for your thoughts?β And his voice broke you from the road you were beginning to travel down. You tried your best to force the smile on your lips, and really, you think he knew you were faking it but the giddy energy from the show he was soon going to be playing had already begun to fizzle through his bones and so he ignored it. He took it, instead, for something genuine despite the way it didnβt quite reach your eyes.
βOnly a penny, Munson?β you scoffed at an attempt of playfulness. βI know for a fact you could offer me a lot more than a penny.β He laughed and your belly dipped, even all these years later, when he pressed his lips to your cheek. Eddie Munson might have been a kind of lust personified but he was also the sweetest human being youβd ever known.
βAh, youβre right. My girl deserves much, much more,β and his lips began their slow descent from your face to the crook of your neck, fixated on that one spot that would have you shivering in mere seconds. He stopped for a moment; face still buried into your flushed skinβ βTwo pennies then?β
You groaned β βEddieβ -- at his pitiful attempts of humour (but really you loved it), shoving him away even if you didnβt really mean it.
βIβm only kidding, sweets, Iβm only kidding!β he cooed at you, soothing your pout until it melted into that smile of yours that he loved to be the cause of as his fingers traced meaningless patterns into the exposed skin at your hip. βForgive me?β he begged, his turn to pout now.
And it was comical, really, the way you gave into him, whatever doubts you had crumbling at the very feel of him against you, his words forcing whatever walls you were beginning to build-up only moments before to crumble into nothing at your interlaced feet.
βAlways, Eddie,β you promised, voice leaving you at barely a whisper. And when you continued, heart thrumming as you waited for his answer, your words wavered: βDo you forgive me, too?β
He watched, confused, as the question left your lips, head tilted like a puppy unsure of his surroundings. βWhat would I ever need to forgive you for?β he asked, soft.
βJustβdo you? Would you? Forgive me?β
He stared into your eyes, a penetrating gaze, begging you for an answer and explanation for your behaviour, but when you remained quiet he acquiesced. βLike you said, sweetheart: always.β
You nodded, that same, tight smile appearing on your features. The sound of a knock on his dressing room door pulled the both of you out of whatever daze hung, limp, in the air, and Eddie moved past you to answer.
βFive minutes to go, Eddie. Need to get you mic-ed up.β You couldnβt hear his answer (probably something along the lines of βBe right thereβ) over the roaring in your ears. The door clicked close again as a warm hand traveled to your waist, turning you in-place. Eddieβs hand moved to cradle your face in his palms, touch cautious like he always was when it was just the two of you. Like you were splintered glass, on the verge of breaking.
βGoing to come watch outside, yeah?β And how could you say no to him and his big, brown eyes. So you nodded, followed him through the corridor leading towards stage left. People rushed around, gathering wires, plugging amps and checking cables with the kind of frenzy youβd never get used to despite having been there for almost all his shows.
Gareth, Jeff and Doug were already huddled in a corner, cheeks split into nervous grins. They waved Eddie over who gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before joining them, face dipping as someone came in to swipe some powder over his face.
You donβt remember what happened after that because the next thing you knew, the band was rushing onto the stage, the arena blacked-out, and the moments the light switched on, a deafening roar erupted from the crowd, bright lights carving out their bodies from the darkness. You edged closer to the stage, only just visible from behind a curtain, when the crowd came into view.
And you hated it, the way your gut twisted, mind reeled. You know if you had just said something, anything, to Eddie when it had begun, weeks ago on the first night of the tour. Someone had slipped a note into your back pocket as you and Eddie pushed through a crowd, security walling you in. But you had felt it, and you just knew what it was going to say.
It wasnβt the first and it wasnβt the last, but you had to applaud its author for the precision with which their words sliced at your very core, holding a mirror up to every insecurity you had ever had (and more you hadnβt even considered) until your hands were shaking, fierce.
When you stared out into the crowd, when your gaze connected with someone right in the front, and a look of disgust overtook them, you felt that lest tether inside of you snap free. The air knocked from your lungs, that same cold feeling of fear dripping down your back.
Eddie must have seen it, he was watching you the entire time, having tuned into your every move since the two of you had left his dressing room. He knew you were acting odd, skittish, like a petrified cat getting ready to flee. So when you retreated, he motioned to Jeff to keep the crowd busy before running off on in search of you.
He called after you, having bulked up enough since high school to catch up with you with ease. When you moved faster at the sound of his voice, he did too, finding you pacing in the haven of his dressing room. He shut the door, locking it, before approaching you, slow, cautious, like the floor was uneven and you on a precipice.
βSweetheart, whatβs wrong?β he asked, unsure.
You werenβt facing him so when your shoulders began to shake, he wasnβt sure if you were crying or laughing. But when you turned, face splotchy and chest heaving, he rushed forward, gathering you in his arms.
βWhat is it, my sweet girl. Whatβs wrong?β he murmured into the top of your head, holding you tight so that the pressure of his embrace might calm you down enough to talk, to explain or clarify or at least quell the rapid thrum of his worried heartbeat.
βI canβt Eddie, I justββ you hiccupped, voice muffled by the sound of his t-shirtβ βI canβt do it.β
βItβs alright, love, just try, yeah? Justβwhatever comes to mindββ
βNoβYou donβt get itββ and you pulled away, the distance between the two of you growing with every moment in more ways than one. βI canβt do this. This thingββ you motioned between you, and he froze.
βYou canβt do what?β his voice hardening, on the offensive, and his face contorted to prepare him for the worst.
βEddie. Itβs too much. Itβs been too much for so long and I know I shouldβveββ a sob ripped from your chest and all he wanted to do was reach for you, his body yearned for it, but he knew better. ββI shouldβve said something ages ago. Not let it go so far but itβs too late and you can blame me forββ
ββfor what! Us? This? Is that all we are? Some vague abstract of now? Just come out and say it.β he was exploding, erupting, Vesuvius and Pompeii. βGo on. Say it.β
And it was your turn to yell and shout and hurl until your lungs seized. βItβs killing me, Eddie! I feel like Iβm fucking dying here. I canβt compete with them, not anymore. Iβm exhausted and I feelβI feel fucking heavy.β You were panting from the force of your words, the weight they carried, and you had been carrying.
βThereβs no competition, sweetheart. There will never be a competition,β he pleaded, stumbling a step closer but you pushed back.
βI know you feel that way, Eds. I know you doββ his heart squeezed at the nickname. ββI know this is irrational in so many ways. It shouldnβt matter that your fans fucking despise me,β and he flinched at the crudeness of your words. βBut thereβs one of me and millionsβholy shit, thereβs millions of them, Eddie. Theyβre suffocating me and I justβI want to breathe, again. I need to breathe.β
The walls were crashing and crumbling and nothing he said would help to rebuild them, not this time. And he must have sensed it because it was like the air was knocked out of his lungs, too, and he fell to his knees in front of you, clinging to you like maybe if he held on tight enough, he could stop you from leaving.
βPlease. My love. My sweet girl. Youβre it. Youβre always it,β and it must have hit him, what you had meant earlier, because he couldnβt stop rambling, stop repeating: βI forgive you. I forgive you, always, my love. It doesnβt matter what you do, youβre mine and I forgive you.β
Your heart cracked open then, your hand cradling his tear-soaked face to where he was burrowing himself into the pillow of your stomach. You couldnβt bear it anymore, to hear him, see him, touch him, whilst you cut away the pieces of your love. You brushed the hair from his forehead, your own tears falling on him and he cursed himself for making you cry.
You still donβt know if what you did was from a place of strength or weakness, if the way you went about it, with thousands still waiting for him mere feet away, was cruel or kind. But you needed to do it, or at least, thatβs what you kept repeating to yourself in your head.
That and Eddie, Eddie, Eddie -- your mind chanted.
You were the only audience he ever needed. If only you knew.
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TRACK 18 βββ IMGONNAGETYOUBACK
TTPD CELLY MASTERLIST !
౨ৠβ summary | almost a year ago, your whole was shattered by the one person you'd never thought would hurt you. and now you were back in the city where it all started with one simple mission β get him back.
β word count | 2.5k
β warnings | oof where do i begin, angst? obviously second-chance romance, slightly suggestive, mention of drinking/getting tipsy, jack being a cocky ass, slightly fluffy? idk just a lot of word vomit but yeah!
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β ev's notes | yaya! first ttpd celly fic is out!! hoorayyeeee!!! also i've been listening to this album like on fucking repeat since friday and holy shit, this is probably my third fav now (sorry speak now). i also literally can't choose a fav but according to my music app, i've listened to so high school 72 times since it came out!!!!!!!!
YOU SWORE YOU'D NEVER COME back to New Jersey β but, here you were.
How you ended up here, tipsy and alone in this bar? You're not exactly sure. What you do know is that the night started in your childhood home with your parent's very expensive bottle of wine. And now you were here, in downtown Jersey in one of your old high school dresses that fits a little tighter than it did almost 5 years ago.
Your lips were stained red as you ordered another glass of Blueberry Gin & Tonic. You didn't know when you had started drinking Gin & Tonic but a lot had changed in the last couple of months. You didn't even know who you really were anymore, it was blurry.
And you could blame all of that on your high-school sweetheart β the person you'd thought you'd spend the rest of your life with. Key word: thought, as in past-tense.
As you swirled the ice in your glass, memories flooded back like a tidal wave crashing against the shore of your mind. The late-night drives down highway roads, the whispered promises of forever, and the way your heart used to skip a beat at the sight of his smile. But somewhere along the way, those promises faded into echoes, and the smiles became almost bitter memories.
It all came crashing down a few months ago. The pain was like a dagger through your heart, leaving you gasping for air in a world suddenly devoid of color. You lost the one person in your life who made you, you. You had to relearn who you really were without him.
And in the aftermath, you tried to pick up the pieces of your shattered and almost confusing life, but the wounds were too deep, the scars too raw. So you ran, running from the memories that now haunted you, seeking solace in the anonymity of far-away cities and unfamiliar faces.
But no matter how far you ran, you couldn't outrun the ghosts of your past. They followed you like shadows, lurking in the corners of your mind, waiting for a moment of weakness to strike.
And tonight was no different.
When your eyes locked with his familiar blue ones, a particular ghost of your past appeared. And you didn't miss the way you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw his now grown-out hair (you'd never let him grow it out when you were together) and his soft stubble that you always made him shave. But it suited him, he looked more mature.
But you weren't surprised, it almost seemed like fate. Almost. If it weren't for the fact that you knew, in the back of your mind, he always liked spending his Saturdays playing pool with his friends, in this exact bar. You pretended like you hadn't planned this entire thing.
And so you feigned ignorance, pretending as if you hadn't noticed him at all. You kept gazing at him, taking him in. You felt the anger rise in your body as your nose flared, beginning to think sober up again. You took another swig of your drink and turned away from him, you could practically hear the wheels turning inside his head as he analyzed you right back.
A few moments pass and as you predicted, you felt a tap on your shoulder. "Y/N?"
You met his gaze and it felt so much different from the last time he'd looked at you. He looked... surprised? Is that even the right word? You felt his eyes scan you up and down, the tight dress fitting you perfectly in his mind.
You, too, had changed since the last time he'd saw you. Your hair was slightly shorter and more put together, you looked healthier and more mature. Less like a teenager and more like an adult now, but that's just how aging works, right? Not only did your looks change, but the way you carried yourself.
God, you were sexy. Jack always knew you were beautiful, it was undeniable. But after not seeing you for months now, you looked like a dream β a hauntingly beautiful vision that stirred something deep within him. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by the way you carried yourself, with a newfound confidence and poise that spoke of strength.
He was at a loss of words. But it was Jack, of course he didn't let it show. He plastered on his award-winning smirk and let his gaze fall back on to your face. "I didn't know you were back in Jersey, you shoulda texted."
Your face contorted into surprise. Was he really trying to pretend like nothing happened? Oh, two can play that game. "I was just visiting family." Your red lips turned into a tipsy smile. "But you're right, I should've texted. How have you been?"
"Awesome. Is this seat taken?" Jack didn't wait for an answer, he just pulled out a chair and sat down. He glanced down at your drink, the smirk still very much evident in face.
God, how much you wanted to just smash his face in. But you swallowed the anger with your drink, letting him study you for a few more moments.
"Since when do you drink?" His tone was amused as he watched you swallow the liquid so effortlessly, like it was water.
Since you left, you wanted to shout. "Not until recently."
You watched as he leaned back in his chair, studying you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. "And what brought about this newfound appreciation for alcohol?" He asked, his tone still but the underlying curiosity evident in his eyes.
"Life." you said simply, your voice barely above a whisper. "Life has a funny way of changing things."
He nodded, as if he understood, but you could see the doubt flickering behind his eyes. He didn't know the half of it, didn't know the pain and the heartache you had endured in his absence. And part of you wanted to keep it that way, wanted to shield him from the truth of how much he had hurt you.
But another part of you, a smaller part buried deep within all the hurt and bitterness, wanted him to know. Wanted him to see the scars he had left on your soul, to feel the weight of the words left unsaid between you. But not to burden him, to somehow reverse all the pain he'd caused you.
"So, what have you been up to?" you asked, deflecting the conversation away from yourself. "Anything exciting?" By anything, you really meant anyone.
You saw the way Jack's smirk faltered as he shook his head. "Nope, nothin' new." But he knew that you knew the real answer.
Two months, it took him two months to move on from a 4 year relationship. "Really?" you asked, your voice laced with skepticism. "No new hobbies, no new friends, no new... interests?"
Jack chuckled, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he leaned in closer to you, his gaze locking with yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. "Well, I might have picked up a few new hobbies," he admitted, his voice low. "But nothing as exciting as running into you here, that's for sure."
Despite yourself, you felt a small, genuine smile tug at the corners of your lips at his charming response. He had always had a way with words, a charisma that could disarm even the most guarded of hearts.
"There she is," his voice was soft as he watched the curves of your lips turn upward. "I missed that."
His words sent a warm flutter through your chest, a mixture of nostalgia and longing swirling within you like a whirlpool. Despite everything that had happened between you, there was still a part of you that missed the comfort of his presence, the familiarity of his smile.
"Well, don't let it get to your head," you teased, although the playful tone of your voice couldn't mask the vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. "I wouldn't want you thinking you can charm your way out of everything."
"I'm not trying to, trust me. I can't help it." Jack smirked as he shrugged. "And for the record, I did miss it. I don't remember the last time I've seen your genuine smile."
Your smile faltered as your stomach squeezed in anxiety. The last couple of months of your relationship was spent only arguing, and the smiles had become a rarity, buried beneath layers of resentment and hurt. You swallowed hard, the memories of those final days weighing heavy on your heart like a rock.
"Yeah, well, it's been a while," you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you fought to push aside the memories threatening to overwhelm you. "A lot has changed since then."
"I can tell," his eyes scanned your body and you felt your heart jump. He wet his lips as his blue eyes met yours again, a grin playing on his lips. "I remember this dress. You wore it at my draft party, I remember."
Your breath caught in your throat at his words, memories of that night flooding back with a rush of emotions. You remembered the excitement in the air, the pride shining in his family's eyes as he celebrated the culmination of years of hard work and dedication.
"Yeah, I remember," you said softly, your voice tinged with nostalgia. "It feels like so long ago."
Jack nodded, a wistful smile playing at the corners of his lips as he reached across the table to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I never forgot that night," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Or how beautiful you looked in this dress."
Your heart skipped a beat and you felt like the air was knocked out of you at his words. Goddamn him, his smooth-talk, and that damned cologne that made you feel high off of him. "Shut up," was all you could muster as Jack chuckled.
"Let's go take a walk."
And like always, Jack didn't wait for an answer. He just grabbed your hand and began walking toward the exit. Your mind raced as Jack's touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. And despite your inner turmoil and the warning bells ringing in your head, there was a part of you that couldn't resist the pull of his charm, the familiarity of his touch.
You hated how he still had this effect on you and how confident he was, he always made decisions for you. You're not sure if it's really a bad thing, because how can something so bad feel so insanely good?
"Okay," you said softly more to yourself than him, your voice barely above a whisper. You allowed him to lead you away from the dimly lit bar and out into the cool night air.
As you walked side by side, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dΓ©jΓ vu wash over you. It was like stepping back in time, back to a simpler era when the world was young and full of promise.
Jack pulled you into his chest as you walked, his arm wrapping protectively around your shoulders as you leaned into him, seeking solace in his familiar warmth.
Despite everything, despite the pain and the heartache, a part of you still longed for the comfort of his embrace, for the reassurance of his presence by your side.
"The dress still fits you so well," Jack finally spoke up. You could feel practically hear the grin on his face as you rolled your eyes, a smile tugging on your lips.
"Yeah, well, it's a good thing I haven't outgrown it," you replied, your voice light and teasing as you leaned into his embrace subconsciously.
Jack chuckled, his arm tightening around you. "You'd look in a garbage bag, princess. You can never outgrow anything."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Jack." You quipped.
"It's gotten me this fair, huh?" Jack's tone was amused as you felt yourself roll your eyes at his cockiness. He let out a laugh as he squeezed your arms, the way he knew you liked.
You wanted to slap the smirk off his face but instead, you just shook your head at his teasing. He still knew you so well, even after so long. As much as you wanted to resist his charm, there was a small part of you that couldn't help but be swept away by it. Jack had always had a way of getting under your skin, of finding the cracks in your armor and worming his way into your heart.
"You're insufferable," you said, though the teasing lilt in your voice betrayed the fondness you couldn't quite suppress.
Jack chuckled, his laughter warm and infectious as he leaned in closer to press a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment longer than necessary.
"But you love me anyway," he said, his voice soft as he met your gaze with a knowing smile.
You couldn't deny the truth of his words, no matter how much you wanted to. Despite everything, despite the pain and the heartache, a part of you still loved him β had always loved him. Would you always love him?
You gazed back at him, his grin even bigger as his hand squeezed your arms again. The more you stared, the more you slipped back right where he wanted. Fuck, you were back.
Your hands came up to touch his soft stubble, one of the many new things about him. Something you never thought you'd like, you swore his clean-face was your favorite but he proved you wrong.
"You like it?" Jack asked, his voice low and husky as he watched you trace your fingers along his stubbled jawline. There was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the power he still held over you.
"Yeah," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you met his gaze, your fingers lingering against his stubble. "It suits you. You look... different, but in a good way."
A smile tugged at the corners of Jack's lips, his eyes sparkling with gratitude as he reached up to gently cup your cheek in his hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
"Thank you," he said, his voice warm with sincerity. "I'm glad you think so."
You smiled genuinely, the anger slowly dissipating as you looked into the eyes of the man you'd once loved, wholeheartedly. His face may have changed but his gaze was still the same, the same blue eyes you'd been drawn to from the beginning.
"Let's head back to the car, yeah?" His voice came out hoarse and low, you could hear practically hear the need in his voice. And again, you let him lead you back to his car and eventually, to his home.
Your lips curved into a smirk, you'd had gotten exactly what you'd sought out to do. You'd gotten him back, but who ever doubted you?
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in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you
genres! fluff?, angst, celebrity x celebrity, ex-lovers
word count! 1380
warnings! mention of breakup, heartbreak
synopsis! in another life, you and park sunghoon are lovers, just not in this one
mimiβs note! this fic was inspired by a quote from the movie βeverything everywhere all at onceβ also I'm not very good at writing angst because I hate it but I did my best
βCongrats, big shot,β a familiar voice says from behind you, and you can hear the teasing smile in his tone, βactress of the year award, you're in the big leagues now.β
You turn around to face Park Sunghoon, a renowned figure skater and your ex-boyfriend. You haven't seen each other in almost a year but the sight of him still has the same effect on you it did all those years ago.
He's hauntingly beautiful and you're a house of horrors.
You offer a polite smile, but it's bittersweet as if you were greeting death itself.
βCongratulations to you too, you're becoming a bit of an A-list yourself since you won the Olympics.β you quip, and you both know what kind of game you're going to play tonight.
Itβs the same one you always play, the one where he pretends you didnβt break his heart and you pretend everything is fine.
Sunghoon smiles at you too, like you're everything he's ever had and everything he's ever lost.
βMaybe we should exchange autographs like middle schoolers trade PokΓ©mon cards,β he says, and you both chuckle.
βHmm, I have a feeling mines will be more valuable.β
He playfully puts a hand over his heart. βThatβs hurtful, y/n, but I canβt deny that itβs also true.β
The gala was still roaring with life when you stepped out for some fresh air, you sat on concrete stairs, not caring if you got your 20,000-dollar dress dirty. You couldn't care about a lot of things lately.
You and Sunghoon had long parted ways, the conversation only lasted about five minutes before you were seated at your respective tables, you didn't see him again after that.
Youβve gotten everything you ever dreamed of at this point in your career, and you accomplished all your goals, in the beginning, it all seemed so impossible, but now that you're here and you've done it, youβre not so sure what's left anymore.
The sound of the door opening catches your attention, a tall, pale figure steps out, dressed in a purely black suit, and you recognize him instantly.
βFollowing me?β you prop your chin in your palm as your elbow rests on your knee, carrying the weight of your head as you tilt it playfully.
Heβs not startled by the suddenness of your voice, which tells you, yes, he was looking for you.
He smiled. βMaybe.β
He sat next to you on the stairs, not caring if his 5,000-dollar suit got dirty, though it wasn't actually because he didn't care about the suit, but because he just wanted to be close to you.
You're both silent for a while, simply appreciating being in each other's presence after so long.
Or maybe it's because you don't know what to say and he has too much to say, so you settle for the piercing silence of unsaid words.
Sunghoon has been silent his whole life, but he promised himself tonight he wouldn't be.
βWas it worth it?β
Ah. There it is.
You think as the corners of your lips curl upward, you knew this question was coming, you sensed it the moment you saw him again.
If he had asked you that a year ago you wouldβve said yes, no hesitation, no second thoughts, just a straight-up yes, and you would have meant it too.
Suddenly the silk fabric of your dress starts to itch your skin, your diamond embroidered heels start to hurt your feet, and your pearl jewelry feels too heavy.
In only a single minute, Park Sunghoon has stripped you of your persona, called you out for the fraud you are, and seen the real you.
And he accepted you.
You lie to save your pride, it's a habit of yours that he knows all too well.
He doesn't think you're perfect, but you would never have to be for him to love you.
βSometimes,β you say.
You don't bother lying, heβll know.
You had always been a good liar until Sunghoon came into your life.
He gently nods in understanding at your response, βDo you ever think about it? About us?β
With a chuckle, you reply, βOf course I do.β
It's true that sometimes leaving him is worth the life you're living now, but there are fragments of times when you imagine what your life could've been with him.
In another life, you never left Sunghoon, you got married, bought a home together, adopted a dog, and had a child.
On the surface that sounds nice, but in another life, you are a housewife with broken dreams, you bought a home together but it wasn't the one you always dreamed of because you had to compromise with Sunghoon, you adopted a dog but you were never really an animal person, and you had a child but motherhood was never for you.
In another life, you are happy to be a housewife, you and Sunghoon bought your dream home together, you adopted a dog that you both love, you had a child and you are the most loving mother.
In another life, you are not a housewife, you and Sunghoon bought a home even better than your dream home, you adopted a dog but you're more of a cat person, and you never had a child but you always wanted to be a mother.
In another life, you and Sunghoon work from home, you bought a decent home together, and although it's not your dream one, it's good enough, you adopted a cat, and you never had a child but because that's the way you liked things.
In another life, you and Sunghoon are divorced, the home you bought together is just walls and a roof with painful memories, you don't adopt any pets, and you never had a child.
In another life, Sunghoon is a househusband, you don't care about having a dream home because any place is home with him, you adopted a dog and a cat, and you had a child who has everything they could ever want.
In another life, you and Sunghoon are teenagers again falling in love for the very first time, and you have no idea what the future holds for you.
In another life, you and Sunghoon are just a little bit younger than you are now, in the kitchen of your shared apartment, and you are trying to figure out how to do laundry so all your clothes donβt turn blue again and how to properly calculate your taxes so you donβt go to prison for tax fraud.
In another life, you and Sunghoon have grown old together, and you are experts at doing laundry and taxes.
In another life, you are the bottles of salt and pepper on the table of a random diner and things are entirely less complicated.
In another life, you never meet Park Sunghoon.
The possibilities are endless, and the truth is, you never know what will happen in your life, and that's scary, but you hope in another life you learn to accept the bad just as easily as you accept the good.
βWhat does it look like?β he asks.
βLaundry and taxes,β you shrug.
You both laugh at that.
βWhat about you?β you ask.
βTaxes and laundry,β he smiles.
You both laugh again.
The party inside is completely forgotten about as you and Sunghoon spend what feels like hours just sitting and talking, until the realization that itβs time to go home dawns on you.
Sunghoon gets up first, holding his hand out for you to take, and you do, but when he helps you to your feet he doesn't let go just yet, instead, he looks into your eyes and you feel his thumb caress your knuckles.
βIt was nice to see you again, y/n.β
βIt was good to see you again too, Sunghoon.β
He finally lets you go and you already miss his warmth.
He almost walks away but turns to face you one last time.
With a hint of a smile on his lips, he says, βYou know, in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.β
And then Park Sunghoon walks out of your life forever, and you let him.
In another life, things didn't end that way.
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hihi!! may I req ratio,aventurine and wriothesley with a teen!reader who is getting bullied badly?
reader is a student in ratios, the youngest IPC employee in aventurines and the youngest prisoner in wriothesleys
thank youu
Hello there, Anon!! I absolutely love this idea, so thank you for the request, and I hope you'll like this!!<33
Content: Some descriptions of bullying!!, teen reader, platonic relationships, fluff, hurt/comfort, some angst, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns!!
((Not fully proofread))
γWRIOTHESLEY
Wriothesley knew from the start that you'd have a rough time here. You were very young and not the strongest he had seen either. You were akin to a scared and confused child due to your sentencing having been rather... unfair, in his own opinion. You reminded him of himself when he first arrived down here, and so, he took it upon himself to watch over you from afar until you've settled in properly.
However, as he had perhaps expected, people didn't go easy on you. You were teased and bullied, and some much older inmates were going as far as taking your hard earned tokens or food. And whilst some say that it was the survival of the fittest down here, Wriothesley didn't adhere to that anymore. Just because they were criminals didn't mean that they had to be so uncivilized in a place they had to now call home for most likely life.
And so, he eventually put a stop to it by being a little "rough" himself with the way he worded his orders for people to leave you alone. You were taken under his wing completely afterward, as he had hope that you'd perhaps make it out after all one day and lead a much better life than he could.
γAVENTURINE
Aventurine immideatly took notice of the way some older IPC agents picked on you. You were the youngest there, maybe even a little younger than he was when he was first taken in, and it was quite obvious that you were therefore an easy target. He tried keeping an eye on you as much as he could until he eventually just put in the request to be the one to mentor you.
He quickly made sure to always have you at his side whenever you were doing business for the IPC with coworkers. It made things alot easier regarding all the teasing and bullying, but it took alot out of him to not get annoyed whenever someone made a sly comment towards you.
Aventurine keeps you safe and helps you build your confidence up by letting you speak your mind and take over challenging jobs. He would also absolutely pull some strings to gain you more respect amongst your peers if needed, ofcourse.
γDR. RATIO
Dr. Ratio was keeping his eyes on you from the start during his classes, although it did take him moment to notice the bullying. You were always a very reserved and quiet child, so he usually left you alone as long as you paid attention in class and did your homework. But when your grades began to dramatically decline, he knew something must've been going on with you.
And so he decided to take alot longer when packing his things after class ended. He acted like he wasn't really paying attention to anyone anymore either, which is how he finally caught your bullies picking on you. To say that he was displeased would be an understatement. He didn't tolerate bullying in his class and made sure to place all of your bullies in detention the moment he could.
Dr. Ratio saw it as important for you to continue your studies even after what happened, but this time in private sessions away from the main classes until you felt safe again. He might be strict and stern at times, but ultimately he just wants the best for you and makes sure you know that.
Alrighttt, I hope this was okay, Anon, and thank you again for your request!!<33
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"Can you be quiet for five minutes?"
AN: hello! i wrote this for fun, it's nothing serious or special, i just needed to do something with myself. hope y'all will enjoy it anyway lol (also, i had that one scene from shrek 2 in mind)
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Summary: the night wasn't peaceful for the ghoul because reader talks too much
Warnings: english is not my first language; reader is female; it was supposed to be more of a comedic oneshot; a lot of inner thoughts
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The night was getting cold. Chilly air mixed with the pleasant warmth emanating from the fire, touching your red cheeks. It was a nice feeling, especially after a whole day of walking in the brutal heat. The sun was killing you and the night was a nice change.
'I fucking hate wasteland', you thought to yourself every day.
Burning sun, disgusting monsters, crazy raiders or even that ghoul, literally everything could kill you any minute. It was hard to survive out there alone ans you knew that. Maybe that was a reason why you didn't ran away from him yet.
"So...", you couldn't stand the silnce anymore, "are you gonna finally untie me?"
You sat by the bonfire with your legs pressed to your chest, staring into the sparkling flames. Hands still tightly tied, of course. The other end of the lasso held the ghoul whom you met a few days ago.
He was sitting on the other side of the fire, leaning against a huge piece of something wooden. He looked like he was sleeping with a cowboy hat covering his face. The ghoul wasn't like anyone you've met before, but you weren't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. He did tied you up after all and have gave you no choice, but to travel with him to God-knows-where. On the positive side - he didn't killed you. And that was something unexpected.
"Hellooo..? Did you hear me, Mr. Ghoul?", you never called him like that before, but you wanted any interaction.
No response. Was he really sleeping or just pretending that he didn't hear you?
It was in his style, to be honest. Ever since you met him, he seemed cold, selfish, like he doesn't care about anything else in the world but him. Sometimes straight up annoying, sometimes kinda funny and nice in a twisted way. These mixed feelings made you somewhat intrigued.
"Listen lady" , he didn't looked at you. "I need some peace and quiet so no stupid questions or talkin', got it?"
"Oh, come on! We have been travelling for days! I'm not gonna do anything stupid", it was this time when he was just annoying as hell.
"I bet you won't, sweetheart", you knew he smirked under that stupid hat.
"So what, are you gonna keep me like this to what? Sell me for chems? Or eat me one day?", you spoke once again. "You know, both options are pretty problematic for you because, I mean, you are really planning to sell skinny, dehydrated girl and hoping for decent payment?", fake scoff escaped your mouth. "Keep dreaming. I am way more useful as a compa-"
By anything stupid you meant something like killing him or running away. First of all, he was very skilled and you knew that attacking him was suicidal mission. Second of all, you could try to escape, but you didn't know if it was even possible with this man and did you really wanted to?
On one hand, there were plenty ways for him to hurt you. Shooting, beating, selling, starving you to death or worse - eating you alive. It was something... common on the wasteland. People were doing everything to survive and as crazy as it sounded, you understood it, the ghoul knew it as well. But on the other hand, after raiders killed your parents, life became harder than before. You hated it and what you hated more was loneliness. You had none, no friend and no family left. Maybe it was delusional, but you hoped for befriending the ghoul and travel with him for a little longer. Or maybe he could help you made it to town where you could stay. In that situation you didn't have many options (it didn't work by force anyway) to consider or anything to lose, to be honest.
"Oh, for fu-", he straightened up, finally looking at you.
You didn't have many opportunities to meet him face to face and take a closer look. Beautiful eyes spoke more than thousand words, that's for sure. The most noticeable thing was the lack of a nose, but aside that the face was handsome. You could imagine how he looked like before the ghoulification. In fact, you always thought that people were exaggerating with their disgust towards non-feral ghouls. They were still humans, right?
"You asked me a milion questions already, while I couldn't ask you one", you heard the irritation in his voice. "You better don't cross the line"
That silence was overhelming. Sure, the sound of camfire was nice, but your thoughts were getting weirder and weirder. You needed something to occupy your mind and because you weren't the best at small talk (or starting a conversation at all) you came up with the stupidest idea.
Classic threating. You rised your tided hands, palms facing him in surrender. It wasn't the right time to ask about the future and you didn't wanna cross the line, at least not that night. He was looking at you for a moment, making sure you wouldn't ask anything else and returned to his previous position.
You stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking about and you couldn't read him. Not before, not now and probably not in the near future. He seemed like he could always read your mind while being completely unpredictable to you. What he thought about you? What was his plan? You should be very scared or just scared? Many questions were running in your head, but you couldn't find answer for none.
"What it's like to be a ghoul?", you mentally slapped yourself, but there was no turning back now. "I mean, how did you become a ghoul? It was quick or it was a long process? My parents never told me much about ghouls"
Deep, long sigh escaped his mouth. He looked at you again, not bothering to move his body. Even someone like him lacked words and strength for you.
"Did someone ever told that you talk so much?", a ghost of a smile crept across his face.
"Actually, yes, my father told me that once", you smiled proudly.
"No lesson learned", you quite enjoyed his harsh voice with strange accent. He definitely didn't talk enough. "Can you be quiet for five minutes?"
"Hm, I'm afriad no, Mister", then it striked you. "I don't know your name! I won't shut up until you will told me your name. Wait, you do have a name, right?"
"Yes", you felt annoyed again by his lack of cooperation.
"Well..? You know my name, even you don't use it, may I know yours?"
"Cooper", the ghoul hide his face under the hat again. "Now, let me rest for a while, will ya?"
Bright smile appeared on your face. That was what you called a progress. It was genuinely a cool name and suddenly you started to wonder if he liked yours.
"But...", you heard a growl from under the hat, "we will talk about what to do next? I know how things works out here, but... We don't have to be enemies. I know you want to survive and I don't wanna be your prisoner forever"
You were on thin ice and for the first (and not last) time in your life you couldn't gather your thoughts. You wanted to tell him a lot of things in one go.
"I'm not your enemy, sweetheart, you don't have to worry. Now sleep or I'll have to shoot that pretty face"
You noded quietly. You knew that tomorrow you would try to talk to him again, still hoping for some sort of cooperation or agreement. Your life was on the line, after all. Not to mention that he called you pretty and even another threat couldn't take it away from you. Maybe that was the sign that he doesn't mean no harm to you, there was a hope, at least.
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hey, totally ok if itβs not ur vibe, but iβd love to see an oscar fic where heβs helping his girlfriend or a childhood best friend when sheβs feeling a bit down.
i keep thinking about that man helping clean a depression room and telling his girl not to be embarrassed and heβs there to help and they get it sorted and he just holds her. makes sure sheβs eaten and drank something.
even if itβs just a drabble, iβd really appreciate it :) need that kinda care in my life rn, even if itβs fictional.
I made this girlfriend because it just felt softer idk
To Be Loved Is To Be Seen (OP81)
Summary: Oscar knows his girlfriend well and itβs obvious to him when she starts breaking down. Heβs happy to help or, more specifically, remind her how worth it she is.
Warnings: this one is HEAVY on the family trouble, depression, anxiety, VERY ANGSTY but def cutest HAPPY ENDING
Note: i didnβt know if you wanted reader to be in a rut or have a reason for it so i just made a reason
Y/nβs first few months of university were hard. Not only was it due to the new course load, but also because of her parents lack of interest when it came to her life. It had been a gradual shift, starting from her last two years in high school and only getting stronger as time went on. They had always been there, overbearing at times, but, now, they posted pictures of their trips around the world, failing to answer her calls and texts. She felt selfish for wanting her parentsβ attention as much as she did, but it was hard to fight. There were situations she had never dealt with before, she wanted her momβs wise words and fatherβs funny remarks to get through it all. But, she sat alone in the darkness of her room without the guidance counselor she usually could count on. It felt as if she wasnβt enough to keep them there anymore. It was heart wrenching and it stewed within her at such volumes, it became too much.
Thatβs when Oscar noticed. Her boyfriend had always been attentive, noticing small things about her that no one else did, but the second her smile didnβt reach her eyes and her text messages became less frequent, it was almost as if he was staring her down in anticipation of some sort of sign. He didnβt begin to realize it was related to her parents until he caught a glimpse of her phone when they were together, the screen open to her conversations with her mother and all of the recent texts going completely unanswered. He knew she had always had a rocky relationship with them, but she spoke about them with such respect, he knew it wouldβve bothered her to feel so unimportant.
Knocking on her door, his hands clutched the bag of her favorite food he had got on his walk to her apartment. He had planned this evening out for weeks, not telling her about it in worry that she would slip into a facade put together with a fake smile that made his skin crawl.
She opened it, her body tense and tired in a ratty shirt and shorts, βOscar? What are you doing here?β
It was as if he saw her front go up, her posture straightening and that haunting smile which told him all too well how much pain she was in. He smiled softly, βI thought we could spend the night together.β
She closed the door enough to only peek her head through, βOsc, Iβm so sorry, but I canβt tonight. Iβm so busy.β
He stayed put, βThatβs okay. I can wait on your couch.β
βNo, Osc,β She said firmly, her face turning in the light and exposing the dark bags under her eyes.
He stepped closer to her, putting his hand on the door and looking down at her with a look that made her feel loved, βY/n, let me in. I know youβre going through it. Let me be with you.β
Her resolve cracked, her smile dropping for a second and water suddenly pooling in her eyes, βYou donβt want to come in here.β
He leaned against the door and cupped her cheek, βIt wonβt make me love you any less.β
With a sigh, Y/n pushed the door open, beckoning the boy into her home. He knew what to expect, he knew what it was like to reach the place she was in. So, when he saw the piles of clothes, half-eaten food on the counter with old dishes in the sink, and her little accessories put in the wrong places, something she would never usually do, he wasnβt surprised. If anything, he was happy she had let him in, literally and figuratively.
She picked at her nails beside him, swaying on her feet as she analyzed his every move. Part of her was trying to ready herself for him to walk out the door, give up on her because of whatever stood before them, but he gently set the food on the floor and ushered her into his embrace. His cheek laid against the top of her head, nestled in her hair, as he tightened his grip around her body. She smelled his cologne and felt his sweatshirt which made him feel all the more warm. There was something about his presence, she would later learn it was how safe she felt, that made the turmoils of her mind quiet as she began to cry. Y/n had promised herself that she wouldnβt cry for people who clearly didnβt care, but as Oscar rubbed her back and whispered how much he loved her, she realized it was never going to work.
Her breaking down wet the material of his sweatshirt, but Oscar just held her tighter, whispering how it was going to be okay and this would all pass.
βYouβre so worth it all, Y/n,β He whispered, pecking the top of her ear as he smoothed down her hair.
She clutched his back before Oscar was moving her hands under his hoodie to feel the bare of his skin. He knew she loved that. And she did. Y/nβs tears began to dissipate as he told her why he was there.
βIβm with you in this. You arenβt alone. Iβm here for you and I always will be. This,β He gestured to the space around them, holding her face in his hands and forcing her eyes to meet his, βdoesnβt scare me at all, love. What does scare me, though, is the attempts at eating on the counter. Have you been eating other than that?β
She shook her head, βI tried. Itβs too hard. Iβm not hungry ever anymore.β
He titled his head with a small frown, βWell, maybe your favorite food will help, yeah? Weβll sit together and eat. We can go as slow as you want, or as fast. All up to you, baby.β
He kissed her forehead lightly before guiding her to the living room, one of the less dirty places, and setting her down on the cushions. He set it all behind him, not wanting to overwhelm her with everything he got, and took out what he knew she would want first. There was a dull sparkle in her eyes when he handed it to her, his heart lifted. It hadnβt been there when he first arrived.
She opened it slowly, eyeing the food she once ravished in seconds, and taking a utensil to pick at it. He looked at her, waiting patiently for her to take a bite. When she did, however small, he did too. When she did again, he did too.
She stopped, βWhy arenβt you eating faster?β
He smiled, βBecause Iβll take a bite when you do. I donβt mind, Y/n. I told you Iβm in this with you.β
Her eyes gloss over as they dart between him and the food before taking another bite, giggling a bit when Oscar takes one of his own dish. She eats, he does too and their eyes never leave each other, offering unspoken support.
When the plastic boxes are gone and empty, Oscar has glasses of water randomly appearing in his grip, offering them to his girlfriend who has found herself tangled in that soft blanket he got her last Christmas. Her cheeks are a soft pink from the warmth of it coupled with the candle he lit in the midst of their dinner and she smiles when the cool liquid flows down her throat. Oscar stands over her, hands in his pockets and wondering how anyone could possibly ignore her texts. He wants to take a picture of her, remind her parents of the beauty they have in their reach. But, he also knows that any text he sends to them wouldnβt be one he should send to his potential (very likely) in-laws. So, he stays quiet and looks at her with the love she deserves.
βDo you need anything else?β He asks, pushing the hair out of her face.
She shakes her head, βNo, Iβm good. What movie do you want to watch?β
He kisses her cheek, βItβs up to you. I wonβt be watching.β
Her eyebrows knot together and she cocks her head, βWhy not? Is this some random pickup line where youβre going to tell me how youβll only be watching me?β
He laughs, his head back, as he walks toward her room, βNo, but thatβs a good one. Iβll keep that for later. You put on whatever you want, baby. Iβll be cleaning.β
She crawls to the corner of the couch, watching him begin to pick up her room, βClean? What? Why?β
He stops, turning around to look at her through the door, βBecause I want to help you feel better and I know your apartment is stressing you out. You shouldnβt have to worry, love. Just relax. Iβll be done in a few hours.β
Her mouth is agape as he moves throughout her room, putting things away as if he knows where everything goes. He does, apparently. And when the shock of it wears off, a smile cements itself on her face as she turns on a random movie. She enjoys the soft humming of Oscar in the other room, answering his occasional question about the plot of the movie sheβs watching. When he moves to the kitchen, out in the open and available to see whatβs on the screen, Y/n falls asleep to the picture of her boyfriend doing her dishes and taking out her trash. Falling asleep with a warm heart mended by someone that has always loved her unconditionally.
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Sheβs awoken by the feeling of soft mattress beneath her and Oscarβs arms heavy around her torso. Heβs deep in sleep when she opens her eyes, has her completely enveloped in his grasp on her side. The room is dark, the window open and allowing for a cold breeze to flow through the room. She loves it. Itβs cold outside, but Oscar keeps her warm. Her hands move their way up to his head, playing with his hair and staring at the man who has treated her so gently.
Tears fall down her face all so suddenly, sniffling lightly but still waking Oscar in the process.
Heβs immediately worried, βWhatβs wrong?β
Her head drops to his chest, βI just love you so much and canβt tell you how much it meant to me that you stayed here even after seeing the state everything was in, including me.β
His soft hands leave her body and pull her face up to him. His eyes are dilated as he looks at her, βI wouldβve done it yesterday and Iβll do it for the rest of our lives. I donβt want you to struggle alone. You donβt deserve that. Youβve done too much of that before you met me.β
If only her younger self could see her now. A younger girl worried sheβd never find a man who loved her by seeing her now wholly adored by someone who didnβt just see her, but understood her too. She doesnβt even need to utter the problem, he already knows and sheβs caught on to that since the moment he showed up at her door. His carefully chosen words about her worth and how easy it is to love her were all strategically placed in order to fix the cracks deep in her soul that have come undone at the hands of her parents.
βItβs just upsetting that they only loved me.β She whispers and for a second, Oscar doesnβt understand what sheβs saying. But, the tense of her words dawns on him and the look on her face unleashes anger in his body. Loved. Itβs upsetting that her parents loved her. They no longer do in her eyes. She once had parental support, love, but itβs obvious how transactional, conditional it was now. She got a taste of what it was like to be loved by them, but it was taken away when she needed it the most. She had mentioned to him before that growing up, she felt as if they used her presence to shy away from the problems of their marriage. When she was out of the house, she thought they would separate, but the opposite has happened. She served her purpose, now they throw money at trips to fill the void of what they have refused to face. Disregarded and thrown away, thatβs the implications of what sheβs confided.
He nods, tears in his eyes, βItβs so unfair of them to treat you this way. Theyβre your parents. They should be there for you, but they have never known how to love and you were just an unnecessary victim in it all.β
She wipes the moisture from her face, βI should just move on from the way theyβve treated me. I should give them grace because theyβre my parents. I should just make peace with it all because this will never be fixed in the way I want it. But, I canβt.β
Oscar kisses the top of her head, βItβs okay that you canβt. Thatβs completely understandable. Giving grace just because theyβre your family members isnβt right, Y/n. Just because thereβs a blood relation doesnβt mean you can excuse their behavior. Theyβre your parents and they have neglected you for ages. You canβt keep giving everything to them, only to get nothing in return. Parents or not, you distance yourself from people who bring you down as much as they do.β
More tears smear against his chest, βBut, theyβre my parents, Osc.β
Itβs as if he doesnβt know what to say because he knows how much she praises their drive and determination, giving her a life of privilege. Though, he stands firm on the idea that no one should be given a second chance if they βloveβ this way.
βI know, Y/n, and itβs so horrible that youβve been put in this situation, but I think it would do you some good to let go of a part of them. Youβll go home and see them for birthdays, Christmases, but, in the time between, you donβt have to chase after them. You can find love in other things, happiness in other things. Iβll even do some of it with you. We can take up painting classes like you always wanted, walks in that park down the street that you love, studying in coffee shops, and watching the sunset. Life without them can be freeing.β
Heβs right, she thinks. Life without them will be freeing. But, the story of letting go is never easy and finding yourself flipping to past chapters to hold onto something that isnβt there anymore is usual.
However, as she lays tangled in the limbs of Oscar, she finds future chapters to be more exciting, more fulfilling. Her whole life is ahead of her, one including Oscar, and that sudden revelation fills her with an overwhelming relief. His listing of all the things she loves, wants to try desperately reminds her just how in love with her he is. Every action of hers is noted by him and sheβs spent years begging for that from her parents. She never got it, but maybe that was because something else softer lied in the cards for her. At times, her parents needed her, but they would always need something else more. Glamorous, shiny, new things that would satisfy them for a time. She would never be enough in the minds of them, but in the mind of Oscar, she was more than enough. It was clear she was everything to him.
A life with him would be different from the one handed to her on a broken, rusty platter. She wanted that with him and the way he looked at her told her he did too. Letting go of the dismissal of people she has killed herself for to make proud was maybe for the best, pushed her in the direction of focusing on Oscar and everything sheβs ever wanted. Was this her mending old, deep wounds?
Loved and cherished, she found sleep once more, rejuvenated with hope and a sense of moving on.
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okayyy soβ¦. been thinking about jesus reid with his cane lately and i was wondering if you could do a little blurb where spencer is having troubleβ¦. finishing, maybe cuz of his leg (idk how that would work but like) and spencerβs getting all frustrated so coworker!reader offers to help him out and heβs all whiny n shit π€
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i can imagine this being like he rarely ever has any free time so he tries to get off when he takes a shower but standing for too long hurts his leg. so he went to work without being able to get off. i hope you guys enjoy!! this is fem!reader btw as all of my works are!
warnings: nsfw content, blowjob, female reader, whiny spencer
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when spencer came into work looking defeated, you immediately knew that something was wrong. you werenβt quite sure as to what it was. but as the genius doctor walked with his cane, you just assumed it was likely to be his leg bothering him. you had felt bad at the fact that he had been shot in the leg and was suffering through walking with a cane. and judging by the look on his face, the one of frustration and annoyance, you could tell it was most certainly his leg that was bothering him.
it was one of those rare days when there wasnβt a case and so the only work to do is paperwork or reading up on old case files. your desk was right next to spencerβs as you looked at your computer to check your emails. you glanced over at spencer, who was reading an old file. he was biting the inside of his cheek as his finger followed along the text, his hair falling to his cheeks. he looked tense and you couldnβt help but speak up.
βspence?β you asked, looking at the genius.
spencer looked up from the file to look at you. βyes?β he replied softly. his voice was usually soft spoken and you loved that about him.
βare you okay?β you asked with a concerned look in your eye. βyouβve seemed frustrated and annoyed all day,β you added.
spencer took a deep breath, stretching his arms. βi-i mean for the most part i am,β he exclaimed, βitβs just this damn leg. itβs beenβ¦a hassle really.β
βhave you been elevating it?β you asked, tilting your head at your coworker.
βwhen i can,β he said with a small smile. your concern for him softened his frustrated demeanor. βitβs hard though, alone at home. especially because i have to do everything myself,β he said, licking his lips and running a hand through his hair. βi-uh barely have time toβ¦take care of myself, and when i do, it hurts to stand on my leg for that long,β he whispered nervously, not knowing how youβd react to him.
βtake care of yourself how?β
spencerβs cheeks reddened. βi uh you know what? itβs not appropriate, iβm sorry i mentioned anything at all. letβs just not talk about it, yeah?β he said, going back to looking at the file.
your eyes widened as you realized what spencer had meant. you quickly composed yourself, clearing your throat and going back to what you were doing. though with the redness of your own cheeks, it was obvious to tell that his words had some sort of effect on you.
the day went by without anymore conversation with you and spencer which bothered you a bit. it most certainly had felt awkward after that. though you couldnβt help but think about the idea of spencer trying to get himself off, jerking himself off. it was likely he did it most in the shower judging by how this job has early days and very late nights.
today, being the rare day that it was, everyone had gone home at 5:30 PM. when you had gone home, your thoughts were still on spencer. wet, long hair clinging to his skin as he leans on his bathroom wall, looking down at his cock, jerking himself off. you could imagine just how hard it was to stand that long on his leg, especially since you doubted he brought his cane into the shower with him.
around 8:00 PM, you decided it was time to be a good friend and help spencer with his issue.
you knocked on the door of spencerβs apartment. you stood there a bit anxiously, biting your lip as you waited for him to answer. you were wearing the clothes you had worn to work, a black pencil skirt and a red blouse. your hair was down. after a few minutes, you heard the tapping of spencerβs cane before it stopped and he opened the door. his eyes widened as he saw you, not expecting you to be at his apartment.
spencer was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a FBI sweatshirt. you licked your lips nervously, looking at spencer. βoh!β he exclaimed. βy/n, what are you-β he cleared his throat as he realized his voice was a bit too high. βwhat are you doing here?β
you took a deep breath. there was no backing down now. βcan i come in?β you asked, looking at spencer. he moved to the side, allowing you to come into his apartment. you stepped inside and he closed the door behind you.
he walked over to the couch, taking a seat. you looked around the apartment before you turned to look at your coworker. βso,β you began. βwhen you told me, youβd beenβ¦struggling,β you continued, βi thought perhapsβ¦i could help you.β
βw-what?β he stuttered, looking at you with his beautiful big brown eyes.
you walked over to spencer, your heels clicking on the wooden floor, before you kneels in front of him, between his legs. βi-i could help you if you let me,β you said softly, looking up at him. you put your hands on spencerβs thighs.
spencer licked his lips, looking down at you with a look youβve not seen before. you could tell that your words had an effect on him, judging by the fact that he was already semi-hard in his sweatpants. βi-is this real?β he whispered.
you nodded your head. βyes,β you whispered back.
βi-if we do this, itβll effect our whole dynamic,β he whispered, reaching a hand to move your hair out of your face.
you looked up at him, biting your lip. βi want you, spence,β you exclaimed softly. βand you need help. i want to help you,β you said as you moved your hand higher. you began palming him through his sweatpants, causing spencer to moan softly. βcan i help you?β
spencer nodded his head, bucking his hips into your hand. βyes,β he said shakily. βplease.β
you let out a breath of relief as spencer had given you. you put your hand on the hem of his sweatpants, pulling them down enough to reveal his cock. spencer let out a gasp from the cool air on his cock. it was red and angry, a signal that he hadnβt had relief in a while. his cock was long but not girthy. about seven inches or so in length. you smiled slightly, looking at spencerβs reddened face as he looked down at you.
you gave his cock an experimental tug, causing him to let out a small whimper. the sound was like heaven to your ears. the genius fbi profiler had been reduced to a whimpering mess by a simple tug of his cock. and it was powerful.
you lowered your head, giving the tip an experimental lick. spencer let out a shaky moan, bringing a hand to your hair. you slowly eased your mouth onto his length, stopping about halfway before going back up. your mouth moved up and down slowly, creating a rhythm as spencer whined and moaned, bucking his hips into your mouth.
it was all very new. youβve of course done this before with other partners. but to do this with your coworker, someone youβve had a crush on since you began at the BAU, itβs most certainly surreal. and clearly, spencer needed the help. so really you were just being a dedicated coworker.
βoh-oh fuck,β spencer moaned as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking his cock a bit faster. βfeels so good,β he whined, closing his eyes in pleasure and throwing his head back. his fingers were entangled in your hair as you sucked him off, tugging at your hair gently. βmm!β he moaned. you hadnβt expected spencer to be so vocal but you didnβt mind it at all. it sent pools of arousal to your cunt, soaking your panties.
spencer began thrusting his hips into your mouth, unable to help himself from doing so and you allowed him to. what you were doing was for him. and if he wanted to use you for his pleasure, you were more than allowing him to do so. βoh my god,β he groaned, thrusting his hips up into you. βyour mouth feels so good, y/n,β he said as he opened his eyes to look down at you. your messed up hair, your glistening eyes looking up at spencer, you were absolutely gorgeous.
spencer felt his cock stiffening as the heat in his abdomen grew bigger. he let out a loud trail of, βoh fuck, oh fuck, iβm so close, oh fuck.β he was about to pull out of your mouth but instead, you kept him in your mouth, sucking him off to completion. spencer let out a whine as he began cumming into your mouth with ropes. βoh my god,β he said, shuttering as his load shot down your throat. and being the good girl that you were, you swallowed greedily.
when spencer finished, you pulled off of his cock, leaving a trail of saliva and cum. spencer was breathing heavily, looking at you with a look of lust and gratefulness. he caressed your cheek, running a thumb across your bottom lip before bringing it up to his own mouth and licking it. βthank you,β he murmured to you, grabbing your hand to pull you onto his lap. you were careful to not hurt his leg at all.
βanytime,β you murmured back.
βi think i should show you how thankful i am,β he said before kissing your lips hungrily. and that kiss began a night of immense pleasure to the both of you.
it was safe to say that the two of you were no longer just coworkers anymore.
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MY BRAINS NOT WORKING AND THE CUTE BOY I WORK WITH KEEPS CORRECTING MY GRAMMAR THIS IS SO AHAIWIAKSDHDGRRRRHRNE
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"i won't be able to see you for a while."
the tokyo streets slip past outside your window, but your eyes aren't quite following the scenery. you feel a little dizzy thanks to the wine satoru kept pouring over dinnerβfilling only your glass, as usual. it was a vintage you could never have dreamed you'd get the chance to taste only a few short months ago; a luxury so distant that you'd never once even thought about what it might be like to try. now it lingers on your tongue, stains your lips slightly, feels familiar in ways you still struggle to reckon with.
you tilt your face towards the man sitting beside you in the back of the car that's taking you home.
"a while?" you ask him curiously, though that's perhaps not the most important query.
satoru hums, smiling a little to himself as his fingers press against the pulse point on your wrist. he's been toying with your hand ever since you left the restaurant, but you've hardly paid it any notice.
satoru's touch used to be limited to the spectacle. his hands only reaching out for you when someone was there to witness it. at one time, satoru would have changed cars before his driver took you home. at one time, he would have dropped your hand the moment the door shut behind you. but he doesn't now.
you've grown strangely used to this, too.
"are you going away for work again?" you ask him when he offers no further elaboration. it's not that you're particularly concerned with where he's going, or why, or for how long. satoru's life always has been, and always will be, solely his own. you're no more his keeper than you are his true fiancΓ©eβand the funds that will be deposited into your bank account by the time you make it home this evening are testament to that truth.
but you ask because it feels like the natural thing to do.
though very little about anything you do with satoru ought to be considered natural.
"no," the blonde answers, with that troublesome lilt of mirth in his voice that always seems to precede something unpleasant. you don't ask any more questions in an attempt to ward it off.
soon you reach your destination, the rest of the car ride spent in silence after your brief but relatively benign exchange earlier in the drive. you glance out through the window towards your apartmentβa building so utterly unremarkable that the sumptuous interior of the restaurant you visited that evening feels palatial by comparison.
satoru's not allowed to walk you to your door anymore. his harsh, obnoxiously unfiltered criticism of your buildingβof your homeβeach time he so much as caught a glimpse of the interior had grown so grating, you'd barred him from entering any further than the entrance to the lobby.
instead, his assistant nanami is the one who silently escorts you to your unit door each night, at satoru's unyielding insistence. he'd been surprisingly terse about it when you'd initially attempted to dissuade him, reminding him (more than once) that you make the walk to your own door every day alone and have thus far lived to tell the tale. but the options he firmly presented in replyβthe only two you knew you had to choose fromβwere either to be escorted by nanami, or let him walk you there himself. you knew that there would be no reasoning with him otherwise, sensed it in the way he held you so fixedly in his stare that day, so you chose nanami.
now each night after satoru accompanies you on the ride home after your engagements, his stoic, well-mannered assistant dips in a polite bow at your door and wishes you goodnight before departing once he knows you've made it safely inside.
behind the wheel up front, nanami slips out from his seat, exiting the vehicle and coming around to your door to open it and let you out. the door cracks open as he pulls the handle, but all of the sudden it comes clacking closed again.
satoru is leaning over youβhis weight, his warmth, the sheer breadth of him a little staggering from this close up, especially so unexpectedlyβholding the door firmly shut by the handle. he stares at you down the bridge of his nose, unblinking.
"i'll see you... when i see you," you breathe out, surprisingly meek, as you sit frozen in your seat beneath him.
satoru says nothing, just watches you curiously. there's a glimmer of something that swims behind his eyesβthat look he gets where you can't help but be reminded of a child playing with a new toyβthat makes you shift nervously.
"you really don't want to know?" he asks you, and he's so close you can almost taste the words on his lips.
this is too near, even by his peculiar standards. satoru's hand is still wrapped tightly around the door handle to keep it closed. his body pinning you into the corner of the backseat.
you can't help but feel on edge when you're trapped like this with nowhere else to go.
"know what?" you ask him. your head is still spinning from the wine, but it's almost worse now. maybe it's only just really beginning to hit your bloodstream.
"where i'm going," satoru goads, "how long i'll be gone."
you swallow thickly. "that's none of my business."
"of course it is," satoru replies, feigning hurt. "we're engaged. it's a fiancΓ©s right to know where their partner is and what they're doing, any time they'd like."
your brow pinches in confusion. you have no interest in knowing those kinds of things, much less feel any right to know them, given the circumstances. your bewilderment leaves you at a loss for words.
"my rut's coming, you see," satoru explains, his lashes fluttering softly as he says it. it wouldn't feel so strange if his lip weren't curling up in a smirk all the while. "so for the next week or so i'll be... indisposed."
your mouth feels dry.
"oh," you manage to say, though it's not really anything at all.
one of satoru's brows quirks curiously at the sound.
"it wouldn't normally be an issue," he continues, though you didn't ask him to. "but this will be my first rut i've spent alone since i presented, so i'm not sure how long it will last."
your lips part in shock.
"alone?" you sound every bit as astonishedβas scandalizedβas you feel. an alpha of satoru's rank spending his rut alone is unheard of. "what about the omega servicβ"
"i would never pay for those kinds of services."
satoru's tone is uncharacteristically cold as he dismisses the mere notion of it. even as a beta, you know that omega services are perfectly legal, and are strictly regulated nowadaysβbut upon further reflection, you're not all that surprised by his seeming revulsion towards the idea. a family as powerful as the gojo clan likely has their own reserve of omegas, each one of the highest pedigree, to attend to the needs of their unmated alphas. hell, the most eligible omegas in the country would willingly accompany him if he were to ask. you avert your gaze under his cold stare, you feel a bit silly for even suggestingβ
"i have no interest bringing any omega into my bed."
your eyes snap up to meet his.
that little glimmer is still there, behind the impossibly clear blue of his eyes.
"will you take suppressants?" you find yourself asking next. still meek.
satoru's face screws up in disgust.
"that garbage is toxic," he sniffs indignantly. "snake oil like that wouldn't work on me anyway."
you remember learning about this in health class as a teen. remember how shocked you were to learn that the efficacy of suppressants decreases depending on how strongly someone's secondary gender characteristics present. it's always felt a bit backwards to youβshouldn't the strongest, least-controllable members of the population be the ones there's the most interest in subduing?
and an alpha as high ranking, as dominant, as satoru is every bit the example.
"no," he sighs, and suddenly any trace of irritation or sterness dissipates as though he's released it along with his breath. his weary tone is too thickly affected to be sincere. "i'll just have to suffer through it on my own."
from the corner of your eye, you can see nanami shift where he stands and waits outside the door, and all at once you remember where you are.
you turn your body away from satoru, angling yourself (as much as you're able) towards your exit.
"well, good luck," you attempt to sound encouraging, but the words still come out slightly ill-at-ease. you reach for the door handle, hoping satoru will get the message and release it so you can take your leave. "let me know if you need anything."
satoru's hand doesn't move.
"do you really mean that?"
you flinch a little as his lips brush the shell of your ear. he's pressed up against your back nowβthe planes of his chest firm against your shoulder blades as he drapes himself over you.
you're frozen again, your hand still outstretched towards his at the handleβpoised in midair. the lights from outside the car glint tauntingly in the diamond on your ring finger.
his breath is hot as it breaks against your throat.
your chest feels uncomfortably tight.
"would you really help me if i were to ask?"
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okay well ACTUALLY i will elaborate on my Whirl feelings. fandom tends to parse 'I want my hands back' as Whirl very specifically being upset he has claws, because they are assumed to be less functional, and broadly that he wants a body which is not empurata'd again. but as I said in this post, we know people who underwent empurata can get new hands and faces- perfectly good ones. tarn used to be damus and damus was a victim of it too, and they got the guy a whole new body! there's no way that with ratchet as autobot CMO, he would not be insistent that they make time and find resources for any empuratee who wants new hands or a new face at SOME point throughout the war. let alone now it's over.
but they would be new ones. the point is that when whirl says 'i want my hands back' he doesn't (just) literally mean 'i want hands again instead of claws', or even 'i want the original hands i was forged with back'. i would argue he means he wants to go back to the person he used to be before the shit he went through beat him into a new shape he hates. (because whirl reeeeally hates himself. we are literally introduced to him during a suicide attempt as his defining character moment, i meanβ¦) but he can't, because that's not possible, and getting new hands won't magically make him the person he was when he was a watchmaker even if it'd make it easier to make watches again.
and that's why whirl doesn't get new hands or a new face! because it's scary to admit that doing so doesn't make him the person he once was again, and if he did it and was still the same damn person, it would be that ultimate proof that nothing he does will ever acheive this. it's safer to remain as he is in a body he hates than to change it and not actually have solved the underlying issue.
it's also why he rejects the offer of ratchet's hands in LL #25. at that point, he has been able to accept the person he now is and will always be going forward, so they no longer carry the same symbolism. sure, that means he could choose to take them without fear, but it also means he can reject them as not really necessary anymore, and i think it makes the most sense for whirl's arc that he chooses the latter, tbh.
(sidenote: especially worth noting we never actually see if whirl can't make watches with his claws. he can at least make clocks! i've seen people suggest you can interpret it as him actually being perfectly capable with his current frame and he doesn't want to admit it and learn a new way because *points at above*, and honestly, intentional reading or not, i fully buy this. i like to imagine post-canon, he's perfectly good at making them with his current hands, because now he's not so hung up on all that baggage that teaching himself the necessary new techniques is unbearable to consider like it was before. this also has the bonus of mitigating some of the comic's uhhh. confusing? messaging around forged/constructed stuff and disability, so i'll take it.)
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don't get cut on my edges || gojo satoru x reader
synopsis: Gojo is easily bored, you're the latest enigma that's caught his interest. He sets off in trying to figure you out. Lucky for him, you're coming on the week-end trip Shoko's planned for the week-end.
βWas I off script?β
You look up at him.
βYouβre always off script.β
word count: 5.4k
genre: college!AU, fluff, slice of life
cw: unresolved sexual and romantic tension, reader has anxiety and is socially awkward, she/her is used for the reader, a little suggestive, overall very sweet and fluffy
a/n: this was fun to write! any feedback is appreciated, and i hope you enjoy my writing here :)
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Gojo knows that people talk, knows that they talk shit, knows that there isnβt a soul on campus that doesnβt have an opinion on him. He can tell that eyes follow him around when he walks into a room, that his presence is enough to shift the atmosphere at a gathering, that some people roll their eyes at him while others try their best to catch his attention. Itβs a lot to take in, for just one person.
Fortunately, heβs proved to be incredibly gifted in the art of not giving a fuck.
Then again, heβs incredibly gifted in most areas of life. Truth be told, he thinks people arenβt giving him enough credit for that. Sure, they tend to know that heβs a physics major, but thatβs just tangential to what they know about the rest of him. Heβs not just kinda good at physics, not some dude that goes to college mostly for the parties and then get a meaningless job at daddyβs company, no, heβs the fucking best, and he works fucking hard to be able to claim that title.
But that doesnβt really fit in with the rest of him, and at the end of the day, who cares? He certainly doesnβt.
With all that, itβs not statistically unlikely for him to catch people talking about him.
Well, heβd have to conduct a detailed study to calculate the exact odds, but with how much alcohol is in his blood at this very moment, it makes sense to him that it would happen.
Still, for people to be talking about him at a party he is at, in front of an open window, youβd think they would have some sense of shame. Not that he has any room to talk, because shame is not part of his vocabulary, but like. Come on.
βGojo really canβt take not being in the spotlight for more than ten seconds, huh?β
That voice, heβs quick to identify, even if he canβt see her face from whereβs heβs standing under the porch, belongs to Mei Mei. Aw. Bummer. Theyβd spent quite a lot of time around each other, have friends in common, sleptβ Wait, have they slept together? He canβt say for sure anymore. It seems to have slipped from his mind. Oops. Maybe thatβs why heβs getting that treatment. Maybe he deserves it.
Thereβs a scoff, and really, the acoustic of this place are impressive. It feels like heβs straight in the room with those people.
βWhat else do you expect from someone whoβs always had everything served to him on a silver platter?β
And that would be Noritoshi Kamo. Man. That was one of the few kids in the families his parents insisted on frequenting. They used to be sat next to each other at the kiddie table while the adults talked about the important stuff. They never had much in common β not then, not now. And, after all, maybe Noritoshi has a point, after all. His mother wasnβt a mistress, wasnβt turned into an outcast, and heβs never had to pretend he didnβt hear the loud whispers that tarnished her name. Yeah. Sounds like these two arenβt saying anything new after all. Not that heβs gonna change, yβknow, but he already knows who he is, and he is all that.
βThat seems like a very mean thing to say about a friend,β a quiet voice comments.
The world freezes.
A silhouette appears to go along with the voice, then a blurry face, then the picture becomes clearer. A figure sitting next to Shoko, giving him sweet, polite smiles when he approaches. Not chatty, kinda shy, pretty cute. Would get quiet when he was near, though, so he hadnβt paid a ton of attention. Heβs used to giving it to people who asked for it, who wanted it.
Youβd never asked.
But youβreβ¦ not wrong. Heβs not sure why he hadnβt picked up on it himself. It is a mean thing to say.
βDonβt get me wrong,β Mei Mei protests, βI love Gojo, but you know Iβm right about this.β
βYeah, and Iβve known him my whole life,β Kamo adds. βItβs just a fact, weβre not talking shit.β
Thereβs a silence. Gojoβs invested now.
βI donβt know him that well,β you say. βLike I said. Itβs just a mean thing to say about someone you hang out with every day.β
βCome on, donβt act likeββ
βI think Iβm going to go, actually,β you say. βThis feels super shitty.β
βWhat the fuck was that?β Mei Mei laughs, just a second later β presumably after youβve left the room.
βShe wants to fuck him, I guess,β Kamo says.
Well, youβre making one hell of a headway then, because heβd do you so hard after that.
When he walks back in, youβre chatting with Shoko. You give him your usual, close-lipped smile, donβt quite make eye-contact. If youβre trying to get in his pants, you have a very original way of getting it done.
βWho was your friend again?β he asks Shoko, later that night. She answers without looking up from her phone.
βShe doesnβt talk much when there are new people around,β she warns him. βLeave her alone.β
βWhen have I ever bothered anyoneββ
She reaches to smack the back of his head, misses and gets the nape of his neck β thatβs the downside about being so tall, thereβs just a lot of him to hit.
βDonβt make her uncomfortable. Thatβs all Iβm asking.β
He wasnβt planning on that. Heβs justβ curious. Intrigued.
Itβs unlikely to last, though. Heβs been known to get bored easily.
Youβre already in the car when he gets in. Well, okay, when he gets shoved inside by Todo, despite his protests that his legs are too long for the backseat. Youβve squeezed yourself in the middle seat, with Shoko on one side, and him on the other now. Thereβs a bag of snacks in your lap, yet you still try to shift yourself to give him a little more room. It doesnβt help at all, but in your defense, the only thing that could help would be to buy a new car.
βIs everyone ready?β Suguru asks as he adjusts the rearview mirror.
βSure,β Shoko says.
βLetβs go!β Todo shouts.
βNo,β Gojo whines.
βYeah,β you say, completely drowned out under the rest.
βGood,β Suguru hums as he starts the engine.
Gojo pouts, but he doesnβt insist. Well, he doesnβt make any more of a scene than he already has. Truth be told, he could have taken Todo β dude might be all brute force, but Gojo has brains and brawns, thank you very much.
But heβs curious, still, and he hasnβt been given enough information to quite satiate his curiosity. Everything heβs gathered about you says that you mind your business and keep to your corner.
So why did you say that to Mei Mei and Kamo? It makes no sense, but Gojoβs never met an equation he couldnβt solve.
Thatβs an overstatement. Obviously there are equations he canβt solve. Yet. Heβs sure heβd figure it out eventually. Like heβll figure you out. See? That metaphor does make sense.
Suguruβs music is playing in the car. The sun is still low in the sky, the day is quickly getting warmer, and the phone says that theyβll be at the beach in two hours.
Satoru closes his eyes. Fun fact about him? He can fall asleep anywhere he wants to.
He wakes up with his face smooshed against the window, a hand tapping his shoulder carefully.
βWeβre here,β you say, giving him a smile and then shuffling to leave the car from the other side.
Todoβs already running towards the beach, while Suguru and Shoko are getting the bags out of the trunk. Somehow, Shoko manages to sling a bag over his shoulder, but he takes off before she can stuff the cool box containing all the drinks in his arms.
He then lies to Todo to get him back to the car, so that he can carry the damn thing. Shoko better thank him later for that.
He catches up with you, and he sees your eyes widen a little when he approaches, as you visibly search for something to say. He canβt resist the temptation to shoot you a grin. Thereβs a light breeze in the air, but he wonβt be fooled that easily β with his skin, heβs going to need an insane amount of sunscreen, if he wants to survive the day. Which makes him think, actuallyβ
βWanna help me apply sunscreen?β he asks.
βHuh?β you say.
He leans towards you, looks into your eyes from over his sunglasses. You appear to be fully frozen in place, only swallowing once as he gets closer. His grin gets wider as he takes in all of you, and heβs once more fascinated by the idea that you had been able to say something to Mei Mei and Kamo but you can barely face him.
His gaze drops to your parted lips.
Then the bottle of sunscreen smashes against his cheek with impressive precision.
βTodo can help you put that on!β Shoko offers as Suguru starts setting up a parasol. βRight, Todo?β
βOf course I will, my brother,β Todo say as he appears, but by then, Satoru has already started running for his life.
βJust kick him in the balls if he pulls something like that again,β Shoko says.
βOh, no, itβs fine,β you reply, shaking your head in mild horror. βI justβ I donβtβ knowβ how to react sometimes. But he doesnβt bother me.β
That statement has her raising an eyebrow at you, filled with doubt, but she doesnβt insist.
βPlay nice,β she does warn Satoru once more, later on. βDonβt push it too much.β
βAw, Shoko, are you saying you wouldnβt approve of me?β
βDo whatever you want to,β she replies, rolling her eyes, βbut give her more space. Sheβs not used to you beingβ¦ you.β
Satoru rests his chin on his knee. Heβs taking refuge under the parasol for now, and youβre already in the waves with Todo and Suguru. You seem comfortable with Todo, laughing at something he said, less so with Suguru. It all looks like a lot of work, all to satiate his curiosity. Heβs all about committing to the bit butβ he doesnβt know about that one.
This, too, all this thinking and questioning, is a lot of work, though, so he ends up shrugging it off.
βAre we getting in or what?β
βAbsolutely not. Noβ Gojoβ Donβt you fucking dareβ Gojo!β
Shokoβs full-on shrieking by the time he throws her in the water. You burst out laughing. She comes out screaming for revenge, and Gojo starts scampering around to try and avoid her.
The sun is high in the sky, thereβs a light breeze.
The time is good.
βSatoru!β Suguru calls when the watch on his wrist starts beeping, βitβs been two hours!β
It takes a second for the information to reach his brain, but the second he understands it, Gojoβs sprinting back towards the parasol at full speed. You look up, surprised, from the towel on which youβre lying with a book. Shoko doesnβt even bother with lifting an eyelid to see whatβs going on.
βYou okay?β you ask.
Ah, so she does speak.
βYeah,β Gojo says, ruffling through a bag. βJust need to reapply some sunscreen. Iβm not trying to look like a lobster.β
βOh,β you say, βso, did you want me to help you with that?β
His fingers finally close around the bottle, and he stills to look at you. Shit. Heβs curious again. Shokoβs words are swirling around in his mind, though, and he has no interest in forcing your hand.
βYou didnβt look like you wanted to do that,β he says with uncharacteristic caution.
You roll your lips together, glance away from him, and your hand curls into a fist in the sand.
βNo, itβs justβ Um, Iβm sorry about earlier. Youβ caught me off guard, I guess. I couldnβt figure out what to answer.β
βI usually just go with whatever appears through my head first,β he shrugs as he comes to crouch in front of you β you in the sun, him in the shade.
You laugh softly, but you avert your eyes, focusing on the sand as you trace patterns in it.
βYeah, I think thatβs the preferred method, but itβ doesnβtβ really work for me. So I haveβ I have a script, kind of, for interactions.β
βAnd I was off script?β
You glance back up at him.
βYouβre always off script.β
For a moment, he just looks into your eyes, and you look back without any of that earlier nervousness. Then you shrink back into yourself, and the smile that so rarely leaves your lips reappears, like a shield that comes back up.
βSorry. I knowβ I know how silly this sounds. I also wish I didnβt feel the need to do that, I just, umββ
βAll good,β he replies with a shrug. βSure. Help me with that.β
He throws you the bottle and you miss it, and he can feel you eyerolling at his back without needing to turn around, but when he shoots you a grin from over his shoulder, he can see how your breath catches in your throat.
Softly, your hand goes over his back, your touch gentle and cautious. It feels quite nice, actually, especially when your nails brush over his skin.
βItβs not too cold?β you ask.
βAll good,β he repeats.
Shit. Heβs invested again.
βOkay, we have the tickets, we have the water bottles, we have the hats, we have flat shoes, we have Gojo, we have the car keysββ
βIβm sorry, why was I just in the middle of a list of belongings?β
βWe have cellphones and portable batteriesβ¦ I think weβre good,β Shoko concludes, fully ignoring him.
βYou donβt think weβre just a touch overprepared?β Suguru asks.
βYou can never overprepare, my brother,β Todo says, grabbing his shoulder firmly. βIf you want to triumph in the face of adversity, you need to know everything about the enemy.β
Suguru opens his mouth, closes it again. He knows how to pick his battles.
Gojo doesnβt.
βWeβre going to a festival, not trying to breech the Pentagon,β he deadpans, and then, from the corner of his eye, he tries to see if youβre laughing. He delights in how you lower your head and try to keep it discreet.
βYou never know whatββ
βIf I have to hear a second more of this nonsense, I swear to God Iβll kill someone here,β Shoko announces cheerfully. βLetβs move.β
Finally, after a good fifteen minutes by the door of the Airbnb youβve all spent the night in, you start moving.
The good news is that you donβt have to get in the car, in the smothering heat, to get on the overcrowded streets packed full with the cars of the other attendees. The bad news is that you have to walk there, in the smothering heat, near the streets packed full with the cars of the other attendees. Suguruβs in charge of the map, which everyone seems happy with. Gojo had offered to do it, too, and thereβs not a shred of doubt that heβd be able to read it competently, but Shoko had insisted the risk of him taking everyone to the wrong place βjust because it would be funnyβ was too high.
Sheβd been right but like, that was still rude.
The march in the heat and the waiting in line, while painful and unpleasant, as Gojo makes sure everyone around him is well aware of, go pretty smooth. Everything is planned and accounted for. Thereβs a game plan once they make it into the festival, too, because of course there is, but thatβs when things start going south. First, Todo tries to go rogue when he spots someone wearing Takada merch. Sheβs not performing here, but heβs heard rumors that there would be a stand for her, and he lurches towards the woman. Heβd get lost in the crowd immediately if not for Gojoβs lightning fast reflexes.
Unfortunately, soon enough itβs Gojoβs turn to get distracted. What can he say, thereβs the smell of sugar in the air, and he needs to know where itβs coming from. Suguruβs the one to get him back on track, as they all head towards the main stage. Because thatβs what Shokoβs grand plan leads to: sweet, sweet, close-up spots to watch the Sorcerers, headliners for the festival and also unarguably greatest band of all times, with minimum wait before their show.
There are a couple other close calls, but the group manages to get close enough to the stage. There are people here already, but theyβre here for other artists mostly, and theyβll no doubt move quite a bit before the start of the real show. From where they are, even you and Shoko will be able toβ Wait a minute.
βHuh,β Gojo say. βHey, Shoko, do you happen to see (y/n) around?β
βIf you canβt see her from up there, why would you think Iβ Fuck.β
βA fallen soldier,β Todo sighs somberly. βSometimes, you have to make sacrifices forβ"
βWe should go get her,β Shoko interrupts him. Sheβs biting her lower lip, staring at her phone. She looks quite worried, Gojo notices as he stares at her.
βWhy isnβt it enough to just text her?β Gojo asks. Itβs not ideal, and it wonβt be easy to find the group in the middle of this sea of people, but itβs not impossible.
βI justβ I donβt know if sheβll want to deal with all thatβ she gestures at the crowd βalone. Iβm afraid sheβll say she doesnβt mind and then she wonβt have a good time.β
Gojo tilts his head. It wouldnβt cross his mind to say something he doesnβt mean. Itβs an incredibly weird thought, actually. But Shokoβs better than him at, well, people, and she might have a point. He also doesnβt want you to have a bad time, after all. With one last glance at the stage, he nods at her.
βIβll go get her.β
βAre you sure?β Suguru asks. βI can go, if you want me to. Itβs your band.β
As if it isnβt his, too. But Gojo shrugs. His attention span is fleeting, and heβs got his sights on something else right now.
βNah, donβt worry. Iβll make it back.β
βThanks,β Shoko says sincerely.
He waves vaguely at her before making his way back through the crowd, earning his fair share of nasty glances. He still doesnβt care.
A few minutes later, he receives a text from Shoko with a screengrab where you say youβre getting something to eat. Sure enough, he has no trouble finding you waiting in line. Youβre typing on your phone, not paying attention to your surroundings, and heβs grinning already. He lets himself half fall on you, arm wrapping around your body as he drops his chin onto your shoulder. You jump, glancing back bewildered, but you donβt stay tense long once you see itβs him.
Which makes him feel things, actually, but heβll unpack that later.
βWhat are you doing here?β you ask, brow furrowing. βI thought you guys would be in front of the stage by now.β
βI came to rescue the princess, obviously,β he says, and you laugh. You laugh a lot when he talks, instead of rolling your eyes like people usually do.
Maybe youβre a bit too good of an audience.
βI donβt need rescuing, Gojo,β you answer, and itβs interesting how calm your voice is. βItβs packed too tight for me in here. I told Shoko butβ¦β You shrug. βItβs not always easy to understand how it is. For me.β
βYeah,β he says. βI donβt get it at all.β
Your shoulderβs pretty comfortable, though. And you havenβt tried to get him off of you yet.
βDo you want to order something, too?β you ask, pointing at the food stand. They sell waffles, and just the smell has his mouth watering. βStrawberries and whipped cream, right?β
Gojo pauses.
βHow do you know that?β
βYouβve mentioned it. A few times, actually.β
Heβs sure he has, butβ
βYou were listening to that?β
You blink at him. He realizes how close your face is, with his head on your shoulder.
βOf course I was. You were talking.β
βShoko didnβt tell you? Itβs like, rule number one of being around me, donβt listen to the stuff I say. Thereβs a lot of dumb shit in there.β
You tilt your head, looking kind of confused.
βI still want to hear what youβre saying.β
Something inside him feels warm all of a sudden. Very warm.
βYeah,β he says, but his throat is tight. βStrawberries and whipped cream.β
When you step forward to they can take your order, he begrudgingly gets off your shoulder, which allows him to swipe his card before you can get to it.
βI had that,β you protest while he bites into the insane amount of whipped cream in his waffle β he asked for more until the guy behind the counter looked like he was going to murder him.
βI had it first,β he says, and then he sticks his tongue out at you. He anticipates your laugh this time, finds himself waiting on it. When it comes, it sounds just like he wanted it to.
For a while, the two of you sit on a fence. You hand him a water bottle, say that he needs to stay hydrated. With no one else around, you donβt seem to have such a hard time speaking. Youβre so quiet when everyoneβs there and, well, him and Todo take up a lot of space, when it comes to conversation. Neither Suguru nor Shoko struggle with making their voices heard either, and in the middle of all that, you tend to stay silent. Apparently, that doesnβt stop you from listening.
βShouldnβt you be going back?β you ask, after a while.
Gojo tilts his head as he thinks about it.
βNah, Iβm good. Letβs find some place where you can enjoy the show.β
βYou donβt have toββ
A grin, and then heβs jumping from the fence to come stand in front of you. Even like that, he doesnβt have to look up to meet your eyes.
βAnd how dβyou plan on stopping me?β
Your eyes go wide. He can almost hear your heart racing, and he thinks heβs starting to get a little too high on that feeling. Itβs just so easy, so fun, so delicious.
βOkay,β you squeak, averting your eyes and jumping down after him, clearly trying to hide your reaction. βOkay, Iβm coming.β
When you start walking by his side, grabbing your hand is just too easy not to do it.
βWouldnβt want you to run away again,β is what he says as he intertwines his fingers with yours. βNow youβre stuck with me.β
You still refuse to look at him, but there is no actual discomfort in your reaction, just what he thinks is uncertainty about how youβre supposed to behave now.
βHave I gone off script again?β he practically purrs.
You glance up, a flash of amusement on your face. Lots of fondness, too, and this time heβs the one who gets caught up in it.
βYou havenβt been on script once today.β
βGood,β he says, managing to pass off the emotion that just choked him for a second there as impatience. βSomeoneβs got to keep you on your toes.β
βIβm always on my toes,β you mumble behind him, but you canβt explain to him what anxiety feels like, so you just let him drag you away. His fingers are long, his hand engulfs yours easily. You like the feeling of it more than you should.
Your eyes are on Gojoβs broad back as he pulls you through the crowd, which parts effortlessly for him. Youβre enjoying this.
You donβt think itβs going to last.
Gojo doesnβt think about that though, just like he rarely thinks about tomorrows. What heβs thinking about, as he keeps far, far away from the stage, is how to find a place with enough air around for the two of you. Itβs easy for him to get a good look at the stage, and he earns his fair share of pissed off glares β βSeriously, it should be illegal to come to an open-air stage when youβre that tallβ β but it takes more work to get the perfect space for you. Finally, his eagle eyes figure out some place thatβs just perfect, and he beelines for it with you in tow.
βThere,β he says, pulling you in front of him and putting his head on top of yours, just to check that the line of sight is good enough.
Ha. He nailed it.
βThanks,β you say. Thereβs surprise in your tone.
βIs this a good spot for you?β he checks, but really, he just wants to hear you praise him?
βIt is, butβ I thought you said you didnβt get it? Myββ You gesture vaguely. ββstruggle. With all that stuff.β
Oh right. You actually listen to what he says. He needs to keep that in mind for the future.
βDoes it matter?β he asks with a shrug.
You stare. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out, and then the crowd starts absolutely howling and you spin around to see the Sorcerersget on the stage. Whatever moment there was there, is forgotten right away. He sees you fish in your bag for your phone, then raise it over your head and tiptoe around, trying to get a good photo.
Itβs cute, itβs adorable even, but itβs not very efficient.
βDo you want some help here?β he asks, leaning close to your ear so you can hear him over all the noise.
Your body shivers into him, and he files that away for later.
βUm, yeah,β you shout over the noise. βHere, could youββ
But he pays no attention to the way you offer him your cellphone, and instead heβs bending down, and ignoring your surprised protest as he pushes his head between your legs.
He bench presses a hell of a lot more than he looks like he does, for the record.
With a grunt, he manages to get you up on his shoulders, and some people behind him complain loudly, but whatever, they can wait for you to get the perfect picture. You struggle to stabilize yourself for a dangerous second, and then you stop moving around for a second. Your thighs are supple and warm under his hands and around his head.
One more thing to remember.
βIβm good, Iβm good, get me down,β you say quickly, just as heβs storing the thought away.
You seem relieved when your feet get back on the ground, and Satoru lets his hands linger on your waist.
βWas it a nice pic?β he asks. He knows heβs all red in the face, but heβs grinning so wide it almost hurts, actually.
βPerfect,β you squeak. βThank you. Again.β
Aw. Heβs going to get used to that word real quick.
A familiar guitar riff comes from the stage, and you turn away from him once more, but his hands are still on your waist. He uses that to pull you against him and this time, you donβt hesitate to let yourself lean back against him as the two of you move in rhythm with the music.
The concert is a blur after that. Thereβs a lot of singing, a lot of screaming, basically no time to catch a breath, because the Sorcerers are fucking beasts that donβt let up, not even for a second. At some point, you tell him something, but he canβt really hear, so you crane your neck back and he lowers his head. Your lips brush against his neck, an accident really, but it sends such a jolt of electricity through him, he thinks heβll go into full overdrive.
The only thing that stops him from chasing after your lips immediately after that is Shokoβs voice, going around in his mind. βDonβt push it.β What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
You move away, and he still has no clue what you were saying. If after that, his hands hold your hips a little tighter, if he pulls you a little closer, he canβt be blamed. If, during one of the more sulfurous song of the show, as youβre swaying against him, humming along to the song, his lips find your neck, he doesnβt want to hear about it.
When he presses a kiss right by your jaw, you turn to look at him. Youβre pretty. Heβs always thought you were pretty.
Fuck Shoko, he thinks, and heβs ready to put his mouth on yours, to slide his tongue between your parted lips that have looked so inviting this entire week-end, when the riff of the bandβs most popular song starts playing, and he loses you attention once more.
Cock-blocked by his favorite band. Fuck his life.
When the song ends, thereβs movement in the crowd as the band gets off the stage and people start chanting for an encore. In Shokoβs fool proof, perfect plan, this is when youβre supposed to start leaving. Gojo doesnβt want to β how is he supposed to do anything about how much he wants his mouth on you once youβre back with the other β but this time you grab his hand and pull him away from the stage and he has even less of a clue of what heβs supposed to do about that.
You get to the meeting point before Shoko, Todo and Suguru, which makes sense, considering you were much further from the stage than them. Itβs a specific pole that Shoko had pointed to as you were first getting in, and the urge to push you against it and to taste your lips is strong. Gojo isnβt typically one to ignore that kind of feeling. He just goes for it, doesnβt let his brain get in the way too much. Heβs not sure what it is with you and your doe eyes and your sweet smile that makes him act different.
Whatever it is, it makes him ask βDid you have a good time?β instead of kissing you senseless behind the pole while watching to make sure Shoko doesnβt catch him in the act.
βIt was amazing,β you say. βI donβt thinkβ I donβt think Iβd have gotten that close without you.β
βDid I force your hand?β he asks, frowning.
βNo, no, that was great, actually.β And there it comes, his favorite words, and then heβll kiss you. βThankββ
βThere you guys are!β
You have got to be kidding him. The Gods of timing are so set against him, he must have done something to piss them off badly in another life.
βOkay, we should start heading towards the exit,β Shoko announces.
βNah, we βre staying until the end,β Gojo says, burying his hands, balled into fists, in his pockets. Heβs being needlessly belligerent, but whatever, she deserves it, whether she knows it or not.
βDonβt be a dick,β she glares.
He smiles at her. And he doesnβt budge.
βWeβll run,β you say, stepping in. βIβm sure we can still beat the crowd if we run.β
She narrows her eyes at you, then at Gojo.
βYouβre a bad influence, you know that?β
So many delicious thoughts coming to him, and he canβt do anything about it. Damn it all.
Of course, it ends with the five of you sprinting on the lawn and all the way back to the house. Of course, he doesnβt catch five seconds with you after that. Of course, your face is on his mind the whole night.
Of course, because itβs just his luck, isnβt it, in the morning, Shoko tells him you had to catch a flight early in the morning.
βI told you, donβt you remember? Sheβs going back to her family for the summer.β
Of course, he doesnβt.
Ah, whatever. It bothers him for a minute, but then the day continues unfolding, and the sunβs warm, itβs the peak of summer, and he only really knew you for a couple of days. Heβll see how he feels about it when college starts up again in the fall. Heβs not known for sticking with things, anyway. Heβll probably forget; you probably wonβt capture him again like you did; it was probably a fluke.
That, or these will become famous last words.
sequel
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Unwanted: Chapter 26, Unsurprising - Pt. 5
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader
Summary:Β When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldnβt be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.
Warnings:Β (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of sex.
Word Count:Β 1.4k
Previously On...: Nat gave you some very interesting, and disturbing news.
A/N:Β ::giggles like school girl::
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βBuck,β you hissed, shaking his sleeping form. You hadnβt been on the phone with Nat for that long; thereβs no way he should be sleeping this deeply already. βWake the fuck up!β
He groaned and rolled over, looking at you through sleepy eyes. βPocket?β he groaned, bringing up a hand to rub at his forehead. βI told you, Iβm not just gonna fuck you if it doesnβt mean anything.β
You shoved him. βThatβs not why Iβm here, asshat!β you hissed. βSomethingβs happened!β
Bucky bolted upright and flipped on the bedside lamp. βWhat is it?β he asked, looking alarmed as he ran his eyes over your frame. βAre you alright? Are there complications? Do you need to go back to the hospital?β You were surprised that his immediate response was concern for your welfare, though you shouldnβt have beenβ Bucky had always been protectiveβ until it came to protecting you from his actions, of course.Β
βNo,β you said, reassuring him, βIβm fine. Something happened at the Tower. With Carthage.β You quickly recapped what Natasha had texted you, adding the sparse details sheβd provided during your call.
βSo, she quit?β he asked. βThatβs great!β
βNo, baby,β you said, and if either one of you noticed the endearment that slipped out, you didnβt acknowledge it. βFuckβ¦ Iβm just gonna say it because I donβt know how to put it delicately: Jadeβs an undercover Hydra operative and her mission was to bring you back to them so they could reclaim you as their asset.β
You werenβt sure what reaction you had expected from Buckyβ shock? Anger? Tears? Any one of them, or, hell, a combination of all three, would have been more than appropriate and expected.
What you had not been expecting, however, was fucking laughter. You looked at him blankly for a minute, wondering if youβd looked this crazy when youβd started laughing after Dr. Carson had informed you of your miscarriage.
βItβs not funny, Buck,β you said, annoyed.Β
βItβs fucking hilarious, doll!β Bucky gasped, tears coming to his eyes from how hard he was laughing now. βSheβs a Hydra agent? Sheβs got TicTac followers, for Christβs sake!β
You could feel your blood pressure rising in your veins. Oh, you were getting angry at him, now. βFirst of all, itβs fucking TikTok, and I donβt know why we have to keep having that conversation! And second,β you took a breath, knowing this was probably not the most appropriate time to start something, but not being able to let it go, βI cannot fucking believe that, after everything, all the bullshit you fed me tonight in the living room, youβre still taking her side, taking her word over mine, as if I would make an accusation like that without any fucking proof!β
Buckyβs demeanor sobered up in an instant, as if youβd physically knocked the laughter out of him. He reached for your hand, and you let him take it. βOh, sweets, noβ thatβs notβ¦ thatβs not why Iβm laughinβ. I believe you; trust me, I learned my lesson there. No, itβs fucking hilarious, because of course sheβs a Hydra agent. It explains everything, actually.β
He didnβt need to elaborate for you to catch his meaningβ of course she would have only pursued him so aggressively because it was her mission objective to do so. He must have felt himself so foolish to think that she would have had real feelings for him. You thought for a second that the realization should make you angryβ you hadnβt needed a secret agenda to love him, after all, but then, he probably thought you didnβt love him anymore, either; youβd certainly given no indication of it. Even now, he still viewed himself as so completely undeserving of affection, and that just made your heart heavy with sadness.
βI donβt think it was just her mission,β you said, not really sure why you were about to come to the defense of the woman whoβd made your life a living hell, but also knowing that you couldnβt stand for him to think he was unloveable. βShe had the perfect opportunity to incapacitate you and bring you back to them on the Russia trip.β Ugh, just saying those two words left a sick taste in your mouth. βYou were alone, in their territory, and sheβ¦ she had you in an extremely vulnerable position. It would have been so easy for her to incapacitate you there, deliver you to them. But she didnβt. Whatever her mission objective is, Iβm pretty sure sheβs got one of her own, and I think itβs just you.β
Bucky studied you quizzically. βAre youβ¦ trying to reassure me? Because trust me, Pocket, itβs no skin off my back if she never actually cared about me, though it does make me regret everything even more.β
βI justβ¦β you struggled to find the right words. βI just donβt want you thinking the only reason someone would want you is because they were told to,β you said after a minute. βThat they were pretending. Iβve seen the way she looked at you, and it drove me absolutely crazy, because I know thatβs how I look at you, too. Iβm just saying, in her own fucked up way, I think she does care for you, whatever that means to her.β
Buckyβs head tilted as he looked at you, eyes gone gooey. βPresent tense,β he said softly.
βWhat?β
He held your cheek into his big hand, rubbing a thumb along the line of your cheek bone. βYou said thatβs how you look at me. Not looked. Present tense, not past.βΒ
You snorted; youβd walked right into that. βJust because I stopped trusting you doesnβt mean I ever stopped loving you,β you admitted.Β
βPocket,β he said, leaning closer to you, βIβm gonna kiss you now, okay? If you donβt want me to, just say the word, and Iβll stop.β
βWhat happened to not wanting to be intimate with me if itβs not going to mean anything,β you exhaled. He was impossibly close now, but you hadnβt told him to stop. Not yet.
His breath teased your lips. βI think we both know now itβs anything but meaningless,β he said. His lips brushed across yours in a whisper of a kiss. βTell me to stop,β he said again in a final warning, but you both knew you wouldnβt. You couldnβt. All you could do was close the millimeters of distance remaining between you until his mouth was on yours, begging for you to let him in.
So you did. And it was like a sudden summer downpour after a drought. A ray of warm sunlight breaking through the chill of snow clouds. The first blossom unfurling from the ground to signal the true arrival of Spring. It was finally coming home, all encompassing and everything youβd ever needed, a promise of sweetness and new beginnings. And it was over all too soon.Β
Bucky broke the kiss, chuckling as you greedily chased after his lips with your own, a pitiful whine escaping them at the loss of contact. βCome back here,β you grumbled, reaching for him to bring him closer, but Bucky leaned away from you.Β
βTold you, sweetheart,β Bucky said, pulling down the covers next to him and beckoning for you to join him in the bed, βIβm not gonna have you if I canβt have all of you. Now get in bed.β
Son of a bitch. He wasnβt playing fair. βNot sure how that translates to me getting in bed with you, Barnes,β you said, definitely crossing your arms over your chest.Β
Bucky rolled his eyes and picked you up, gently depositing you in the space heβd made for you inside his covers, and you couldnβt help but let out a little squeak. βIf you think Iβm gonna let you sleep on your own when we have no idea where Carthage is, youβre crazier than I thought,β he said, pulling the sheet and blankets up around you. βNow go to sleep.βΒ
If you hoped he was going to wrap you in his arms and hold you close while you drifted off, you were in for disappointment. Instead, he left a respectable distance between the two of you, then, checking behind the nightstand to make sure his gun was where heβd left it, turned off the bedside lamp.
βGβnight, sweets,β he called softly before settling on his side, facing away from you.
βNight, Buck,β you whispered into the dark, more confused than ever before.
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The Fall from the Heavens (27)
[ dark β’ Aemond x Strong β’ niece female ]
[ warnings: fingering, masturbation, sexual tension, smut, angst, dirty talk, kissing without consent, swearing ]
[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naΓ―ve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession.Β Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, veryΒ dark Aemond.Β ]
The story in this series is an alternate reality from the oneshotΒ Stay and love, leave and die, in which Aemond reads the letters his niece has sent to him over the years. They areΒ the same charactersΒ and it shows what would have happened between them β I have changed the background story from their childhood slightly for the sake of the plot.
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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
Next chapters:Β Masterlist
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When her uncle decided that they would spend the night in Dragonstone for a moment she thought she had overheard herself β she was unable to contain her delight and outburst of joy at his words, feeling that he had somehow rewarded her for her efforts.
Or at least she thought he had.
His sudden change of plans was unlike him, and she was aware of that, knowing his nature.
He detested deviating from the plans he had previously made for himself.
However, she recognised that perhaps he wanted to show her and her family his sincere intentions, to prove that she was not just a prisoner in his eyes and that he, as her husband, could also sleep under their roof without being one.
She wasn't sure if she had ever been as happy in her life as she had been the moment she flew through the sky next to Vhagar, Caraxes and Syrax; her heart was filled with heat and hope, her uncle's words echoing in her mind like a sweet whisper.
I am proud of you.
Those words meant more to her than any of his other confessions.
Of course, his confession of love was a wonderful thing, but she had always been waiting for him to appreciate her as a person, not just a woman he saw by his side.
With this, she finally felt equal to him.
Her optimism extinguished as quickly as it had appeared as soon as she crossed the walls of the family fortress. Although her heart screamed with joy at the sight of familiar rooms, smells and sights, the faces of her brothers left her with no illusions.
She swallowed loudly as she saw the hateful look on Jace's face; she knew him and she knew that he was hurt.
He was disappointed and heartbroken, he felt humiliated and, deep down, betrayed by her, even though she never meant it.
Luke clearly didn't know what he felt himself, because he just lowered his head, unable to look into her eyes.
She felt a squeeze in her throat at the sight, a discomfort in her stomach that told her that perhaps this wasn't her home at all anymore.
She was no longer welcome here.
She was snapped out of her reverie by Rhaena β her step-sister was the first to approach her, warmth and longing in her gaze, some kind of understanding from which she felt tears under her eyelids. They hugged each other tightly, though they had never done so before β her words made her feel a tightening in her stomach.
"I'm so happy you're alive." She muttered in a breaking voice, and she smiled involuntarily at her words.
"Me too."
As Baela approached them, also enclosing her in the tight embrace of her arms, she thought with a shrug that even though she hadn't let them into the depths of her heart for so many years, they truly cared and worried about her.
At the very end Joffrey ran up to her, sobbing loudly.
"β why have you been so long in King's Landing? β why did you leave us? β Jace wouldn't read me my favourite book β" He mumbled cuddled into her belly, her hands combing through his dark curls with the calm motion of her fingers.
"β forgive me β I'm here β" She said softly, looking at her older brother and swallowed hard, seeing the murderous glances they exchanged over the table with her husband.
She looked at her mother, who nodded, understanding what she wanted to convey to her.
"You are certainly exhausted. Take up your old quarters, daughter, I will immediately command them to be brought to order and prepared for you." Rheanyra said calmly, and she bowed before her.
"Thank you, my Queen." She said softly, looking into her eyes. Her mother swallowed hard and nodded, allowing them to leave.
As they stepped inside her chamber, she felt a squeeze in her heart and some kind of elation; all her belongings were in their places exactly as she had left them, as if no one had been allowed in here since she had been forcibly held in the Red Keep.
She shuddered, snapped out of her reverie when her uncle moved ahead of her, strolling around the room with his hands folded behind his back, intrigued.
It seemed to her that some part of him wanted to understand what her life had been like and who she had been for the eight years during which they had been separated.
She saw him walk over to her old oak desk and run his fingers over its top, thoughtful.
"β is this here? β" He asked casually.
She felt heat in her lower abdomen at the thought that he meant the place where she had written letters to him.
"β yes β"
She swallowed quietly as he hummed at her words, watching as he sat in the chair where she sat many times leaning over the parchment, scribbling words on it meant only for his eyes. He tapped his finger on the armrest, turning to face her in profile as he gazed out of the window, apparently absorbed in memories.
She thought that although her return home had proved more uncomfortable than she had thought, she was grateful to him.
Whatever decision he had made that morning had led them here and was proof of his intentions.
"β we should rest, husband β if that's what you wish, we'll have supper alone β" She said quietly, smiling at him, wanting him to know she wouldn't force him to sit at the same table with her family.
She thought she would spend the evening with him, give him the feeling that she was not speaking with anyone behind his back, and perhaps in the morning, before they flew away, she would ask him so that she could speak to her mother at last in peace and solitude.
Comforted by this thought and the fact that it looked like all was not lost, she began to tell him about her life in Dragonstone, to show him the books she had written to him about in her letters, the places she had flown to on Larax.
It seemed to her that her husband was only partially listening to her; his gaze was thoughtful, his face expressed weariness and discouragement. She knew that something was making him uncomfortable and she suspected that it was about the place they were in; however, she did not know how to help him, to give him the feeling that neither he nor she was in danger here.
"β uncle β will you tell me what troubles you? β" She finally made an attempt to find out what had been on his mind since the morning. He shuddered at her words and looked at her with a horror as if he was about to faint.
"I'm tired." He replied quickly, without thinking, as if he wanted to answer her anything just to end the subject. She sighed quietly, recognising that she couldn't push him too hard.
Not after what they had managed to accomplish.
"Let's go to bed."
She felt a squeeze in her throat as, already lying on the bedding, she watched as he took out his dagger and tucked it under his pillow; she looked at him and met his calm, impassive gaze.
She decided not to say anything, understanding where his caution came from, not wanting to discourage or frustrate him.
She smiled involuntarily, content as his body clung to hers as soon as he lay at her side. She heard him murmur as she snuggled his face between her breasts, felt his arms embrace her waist and tighten around the material of her nightgown on her back.
She loved it when her mother sang lullabies to her when she was a child; it always calmed and soothed her. She had never dared to sing to him when they were children, fearing that her voice was too squeaky and unpleasant, but now she decided that maybe that was just what he needed.
So she sang, humming softly, once in a while placing a warm, lingering kiss on the top of his head β she felt his embrace slowly growing weaker, his muscles relaxing, his breathing quiet and even.
She sighed quietly feeling him fall asleep.
Someone's jerking and growling roused her from a deep sleep; when she opened her eyes for a moment she didn't know where she was or what was happening.
She recognised her chamber but did not know what her uncle was doing in it, convinced that he still had not answered her letters, as he had not done so for eight years.
After a moment, however, her mind seemed to regain focus and she remembered that she was his wife after all, and that his silhouette lying beside her was not a figment of her imagination.
She raised herself up on her elbow seeing that his body convulsed once in a while, as if he was trying to break free of something, whimpers and grunts came out of his throat, however, his mouth did not open, tears began to fall from the corners of his eyes one by one.
"Uncle! Uncle, please, wake up!" She called out, grabbing his arm, feeling her heart pounding like crazy.
She was frightened and jumped back as his eye opened suddenly, his figure rose to sit up, and he began to pant like a wild animal, quivering all over. She looked at him in disbelief, horrified to hear that he was struggling to catch his breath.
Was he having nightmares again?
Was he dreaming again of the night he lost his eye?
"β easy, my love β breathe β" She whispered tenderly, gently touching his back; he flinched all over and looked at her as if he didn't recognise her β his eye was wide open, his nostrils twitched in accelerated, heavy breaths.
"β Rhaenys β Rhaenys β" He mumbled like a small, terrified child and fell into her arms, bursting into a sob so loud that the voice stuck in her throat.
She embraced him immediately, letting him find protection and comfort in her arms, stroking affectionately his hair and back, placing warm, soft kisses on the top of his head in an attempt to reassure him.
"β I'm here, my love β I'm here β" She mumbled, feeling that the fabric of her nightgown was all wet with his tears, his hot, broken breath enveloping her skin.
She felt like he wanted to melt into one with her, to hide deep inside her from whatever it was that scared him.
He was silent for a long moment, trying to calm himself; she hushed him tenderly, whispering that he was safe, that she was by his side, that all was well. She finally heard him swallow hard, his voice trembling and uncertain.
"β there's something β there's something I want to tell you β" He muttered. She blinked, twisting comfortably in her seat, feeling her heart begin to beat faster.
"β I'm listening to you, my love β" She whispered, stroking his hair. She released him from her arms when she felt him wanting to rise.
He sat on the bedding with his side facing her, running his shaking hand over his face, his healthy eye closed as if afraid of what was about to leave his mouth.
"β I β fuck β" He began, swallowing hard β her hand rose to his back, stroking it reassuringly.
"β easy β take your time β start from the beginning β" She encouraged him softly, not wanting him to fall silent again, seeing that he wanted to throw off whatever had been weighing on his shoulders since they had left Harrenhal.
"β you may remember β Lord Strong wanted to speak with me soon after we arrived in Harrenhal β" He said uncertainly, and she nodded, reminding herself that this was indeed what had happened.
"β yes β"
Her uncle swallowed hard, drawing in air loudly.
"β he told me at the time β that my grandfather had no intention of letting your mother and Daemon leave the Eyrie alive if it turned out they wouldn't accept our terms β but now I think they wouldn't have left alive anyway β Larys had his spies there β" He muttered and fell silent, freezing completely as she did, her heart beginning to pound like mad.
My grandfather had no intention of letting them leave the Eyrie alive.
"Will you be by my side even when all is lost? Even if there is nothing left but darkness? Is that what you had in mind then?" She mumbled out in pain, feeling that there was a complete void in her mind. "Will I be there for you even if your grandfather kills my mother?"
"β n-no β" He began quickly. "β will you be there for me even if I fail to prevent it knowing that I didn't tell you β"
She felt a constriction in her throat and lower abdomen, felt tears of disappointment and sadness flowing into her eyelids β now it was her body that trembled in convulsions, his gaze full of shame and horror directed at her.
She sucked his cock, she let him take her, and he knew that the next day her father and her mother could be murdered.
She pressed her lips together, shaking her head and laughed low.
"β you will betray me β you will run away β those are your words, aren't they? β you were always the first to accuse me β was it because you were trying to cover up your own conscience? β you wanted me to let you down so that you wouldn't feel guilty about doing it over and over again? β" She asked with a cold mockery, from which he bowed his head in embarrassment, in a subconscious reflex he had inherited from his mother plucking the cuticles around his fingernails.
He did not answer.
"β what should I do now? β divorce you? β say I won't come back to King's Landing with you? β not speak to you for eight years? β tell me, uncle, what do you think you deserve? β" She asked dispassionately, feeling the tears of rage and grief one by one run down her cheeks.
She saw him tremble at her words and curl into himself, as if he were again the same little boy who had cried in her arms when his mother had reprimanded him for inappropriate behaviour.
She pressed her lips into a thin line as he hid his face in his hands and wept helplessly, as if his whole person, everything he had built around himself was just falling apart in front of her eyes, showing him his insides, what was left of him.
He was vulnerable.
"β fuck β I β I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you'd change your mind β that if you warned them they'd see it as a betrayal and wouldn't want to pact β that's why I didn't let any of us stay in the Eyrie β I β"
"β because my mother agreed β but what would you have done if things had turned out differently? β" She asked coldly, and he swallowed hard, covering his eyes with his hand, as if he could not bear what he felt or this conversation.
"β I don't know β I don't know how I could have protected both you and my family then β what decision of mine would have saved you from death β" He muttered and she pulled herself up from the bed, recognising that she didn't feel like listening to this, that she had had enough of him and his guilt when it was always him, him, him disappointing her.
From the first night she had returned to him, when he had closed her cheeks in the brutal grip of his fingers she had seen in his eye what had now become clear to her.
He was weak, and when he was afraid, he resorted to violence.
She heard him stand up behind her, panting heavily, wiping his tear-wet face with his hand.
"β no β don't leave β I told you because β"
"β because your conscience didn't give you peace β because you didn't want to carry your guilt alone β" She hissed, turning towards him with furrowed brows.
She felt that fury, not blood, was flowing through her veins now.
He swallowed loudly at her words, looking at her wide-eyed.
"β if you've never hidden anything from me β you've never concealed anything from me for fear that I might react impulsively, leave β but if you did, come back to bed β I won't touch you β"
She pressed her lips together in fury, recognising that he must have been mocking her, but then she felt an unpleasant sting in her heart that proved she had doubts.
She heard again the words of one of her servants in King's Landing whispering in her ear that when the time came, Prince Daemon would help her escape; she heard again the words of Alys speaking of the prophecy she had not shared with him for fear of his reaction.
Had she really never hidden anything from him?
Her whole body screamed for her to leave; she wanted to do it, but felt that if she did, she would be lying to herself and to him, creating an image in which she was without flaw.
She could say that she had the right to do it, that she had good intentions, but didn't her uncle think the same about his decisions?
She glared at him and let out a loud breath, returning to the bed without a word, sinking into the soft sheets, turning her face away from him. She heard him breathe heavily, and after a moment, the bed creaked under the weight of his body settling against her back.
"β tell me β" He whispered.
She sighed heavily and grunted, recognising that her faults were less than his anyway.
So why did she still feel shame and a squeeze in her gut?
"β after I tried to take my life I was told that my father could help me escape β don't ask how β I also didn't tell you about the prophecy I heard from Alys β"
"β that fucking witch is a liar β" He growled, and she let out a loud breath, impatient.
"β it is possible β but I also heard this prophecy from your sister's mouth β both of them spoke of two rivers of blood merging into one, taking the shape of a dragon's crowned head β" She choked out finally, her husband stirring beside her in his place, surprised.
"β what could this mean? β"
"β I don't know β I was afraid that when you heard it, you would want to give up on the negotiations and return to King's Landing β Alys warned me, so she probably knew what your grandfather was planning to do β" She said regretfully, thinking that strange woman was more concerned for her safety and her family than her husband.
She heard him swallow hard, letting the air out loudly.
"β forgive me β"
She lay in silence for some time, feeling anger that he expected her to simply forget everything, understand his reasons and forgive him as always.
No.
"β I will forgive you, but I have my conditions β we will stay here longer β for a week or two, I will decide in the morning β" She said coldly.
"β but β my mother will be convinced that they are holding us by force β" He began, but she would not let him finish.
"β you will write a letter to your brother informing him that my mother has accepted his terms, but is also setting her own β that we will stay here to discuss all the details, show our goodwill β if your mother wishes, she can travel here in her own person β you can leave Dragonstone when you wish, but I will stay here as long as I desire, and you will show no opposition β" She said impatiently, feeling her heart pounding like mad, her hands clenched into fists.
Her husband swallowed loudly at her words, tense.
"β I β very well β" He muttered finally, knowing that any other words would forever cross him out in her eyes.
She hummed under her breath, covering herself tightly with the bedding and closed her eyes, figuring she wouldn't turn towards him for the rest of the night.
"β don't try to take me or embrace me β" She commanded and he sighed quietly.
She swallowed hard when she felt him place his large hand on her head and begin to stroke her hair exactly as he had when they were children.
She felt furious that it was so pleasant, so soothing, that he knew she loved it.
"β my Rheanys β" He whispered tenderly. She pressed her lips together at his words, feeling a single, lonely tear run down her cheek.
The next morning she was awakened by a rustling noise and the sound of a quill scratching on parchment; she lifted her sleepy eyelids and saw his silhouette sitting behind her desk, bent over a letter he had apparently just written.
She felt strange at the thought that he was sitting in the exact place where she had spent years writing him messages that had never received a response.
She knew, however, that she now had the upper hand over him and that her word was an order to him.
She was not going to imitate his cold nature and not speak to him β they had to maintain a semblance of at least a warm relationship so that the image of their marriage, on which the whole agreement between the two parties was supposed to be based, did not begin to crack.
He lifted his gaze to her when she stood up, but they did not exchange a word between each other.
He did not know what to say.
Her maidservant walked in at her summons and bowed before her, bending her head humbly.
"β my Lady, will you have your morning meal before your travel? β your mother would like to speak with you before you leave for King's Landing β"
"β we will have a meal, but convey to my mother that there is no rush β my husband and I have decided to stay here for a few weeks as an expression of our sincere intentions β my husband is in the process of conveying this message to his brother β my uncle is in need of new garments, provide them for him without delay and bring them to my chamber β" She said calmly; her servant blinked, shocked and nodded, immediately disappearing behind the door.
Despite what she had learned and the rage she felt, she was pleased β the roles had been reversed and although her husband was not her prisoner, he was attached to her and was forced to stay in a place that disgusted him.
Good, she thought.
She wanted him to feel what she had felt during the month she had spent in King's Landing, imprisoned by his mother and grandfather.
"β I wish to spend this afternoon with my mother β if you so desire, I can show you in which chamber the library is located β" She said lightly, without looking at him however, taking a bite of bread spread with confiture. Her husband rolled his eyes, displeased.
"I have no intention of leaving your quarters." He replied indifferently.
She raised her eyebrows in amusement at his words.
"You are not my prisoner, uncle. You can walk and fly wherever you please. Holding someone by force is not in my nature." She murmured softly β her husband gave her one tired look.
She smiled at him in a way from which he swallowed hard and looked away, sighing heavily.
He knew she was enraged and he wasn't going to get in her way.
One of the aspects she enjoyed upon returning home was that she had finally retrieved all her robes; her uncle looked at her from the side, watching as her servants helped her put on a golden gown with long black sleeves that reached the ground.
"β make braids around my head β my husband adores it when I wear this hairstyle, is he not? β" She sneered, glancing at him over her shoulder. She only saw him roll his eyes, running his hand over his face, not saying a word.
He knew he had to endure everything she was throwing at him with humility if he didn't want to make his already bad situation worse.
She had no idea what he could do to regain her favour, her trust, the respect she had for him.
"β have a pleasant day, husband β" She threw over her shoulder, leaving him alone in the chamber, recognising that she did not care what he did.
As she stepped into her mother's quarters, Rhaenyra rose from her seat, putting down the quill she held in her hand, approaching her with surprise and uncertainty written on her face.
"β is it true? β are you planning to stay in Dragonstone? β" She asked in a trembling voice β she smiled and nodded. Her mother sighed in relief and walked over to her, embracing her tightly with her arms, snuggling her head into her neck.
They pulled away from each other after a moment, her hands gripping her cheeks, her thumbs stroking her skin as if she remembered a time when she was still a small child.
"β let's sit down β"
Being in her chamber again was like a dream to her β she couldn't believe she was sitting at the same table again, surrounded by the same furniture and bed with a red curtain, with the windows open to a view of the great sea.
"β does he treat you well? β" She asked suddenly, taking her hand in her own.
Her mother's question surprised her, but it also filled her heart with warmth and emotion.
"β I β yes β despite his harsh, difficult nature β"
"β so how did he let this happen? β" She asked, exposing a part of her wrist with her thumb, where her pale scar was clearly visible. She swallowed loudly, not knowing what to answer her.
She wanted to tell her about the moon tea, but hesitated.
She didn't want her to think that her husband knew about it, that he was a worse person than she assumed.
It devastated her to think that she still had to tell half-truths.
"β I did it as an act of desperation β when he found out he wouldn't leave my side for weeks β he wouldn't let anyone but himself, Helaena and the maester cross the threshold of my quarters β he let me see Luke β" She muttered, looking at her at last. Her mother lowered her gaze, sighing quietly, tired and pale.
"β when Daemon passed on your words to me, I was furious β I didn't understand how you could do this to me β" She began and fell silent, closing her eyelids for a moment.
She felt an all-consuming shame at the thought that she had failed and disappointed her as a daughter.
"β forgive me β I would never question your rights if it were only about you β but you know very well that it is not β" She said cautiously β her mother lifted her gaze to her and nodded.
"β I know β"
They fell silent for a moment.
"β can I trust him? β your husband β and my brother β" Her mother asked coldly; she raised her gaze to her, surprised to feel that her lips involuntarily parted.
I don't know.
"β yes β" She muttered. "β he refused Maris Baratheon to take her as his wife β he himself proposed a form of compromise, and his elder brother supported him β Aegon is not a good man, but he cares about his children β he knows he will not leave them a secure, safe throne β just as you would not leave it to your sons β"
They said no more.
She spent some more time with her, just holding her hand, wordlessly trying to comfort her, thinking with weariness that she had to give up everything that was rightfully hers.
She finally decided to take pity on her husband and return to her chamber, not wanting to leave him alone for so long in a state of anxiety and uncertainty.
She felt her heart stop as she stepped into her quarters and saw no one inside β a cold shiver ran down her spine at the thought of him leaving her.
He had returned to King's Landing without her.
She pressed her lips together, involuntarily feeling her heart begin to pound like mad with pain and sadness, her eyes glazed over with tears that she was ashamed of, thinking it shouldn't hurt so much, and yet it did.
She looked around the room quickly, looking for a letter or anything else that might say he had left her some word, but found nothing of the sort; she shuddered when she heard someone's dim voices in the distance and walked over to the window.
Her father and her uncle stood facing each other on the beach with their hands folded behind their backs, discussing something animatedly, a clear tension between them.
She felt regret towards herself, her body filled with an overwhelming relief that he had not left her, that he had not betrayed her again.
She thought the gods had been cruel, allowing her to love this man so deeply.
She blinked, startled, when she heard the door from her chamber open; she turned and saw the figure of her eldest brother, who only spoke up when they heard a loud clatter of wood behind them.
"β how could you do this? β choose him over us? β" He growled with regret, resentment and disappointment, his big brown eyes filled with anger and pain from which she felt a tightening in her throat. She furrowed her brow and shook her head.
"β we both know what the truth is β you can't rule with lies β" She replied, shrugging her shoulders; Jace moved towards her and she flinched all over, surprised at how pale he was, his lips tightened into a thin line β she had the impression he was trembling all over.
"β this was my inheritance β my throne β my crown β and you chose him, a man who did not write back to your letters for eight years, who humiliated you by calling you a bastard, and you shared a bed with him the first night you saw him, like some... β" He didn't finish and fell silent, the word he wanted to say stuck deep in his throat. She felt her lower lip tremble at his accusation, her eyebrows arching in pain and anger, her eyes red from tears of shame and humiliation.
"β say it β you've already spoken the word in your mind β" She sneered, lifting her chin higher, challenging him.
"β I won't call you an unworthy name β" He muttered lowly, and she laughed involuntarily at his words, shaking her head.
"β you think that makes you a better man? β look at this β" She hissed, lifting her hand up, exposing her wrist tugging impatiently at the material of her black sleeve. "β here is what I have done for you and for your crown β should I do it again? β"
She swallowed loudly, surprised when she noticed that something in her brother's expression had changed β Jace had grabbed her wrist and locked it between his fingers, but there was no aggression in the gesture, his thumb stroking her smooth, bare skin.
They stared at each other for a moment, breathing loudly; she felt that there was a kind of tension between them from which her heart was pounding like mad, but she wasn't sure what it was caused by; something in his gaze, in his brown, misty eyes and parted lips, made her feel hot.
"β do you love him more than our mother? β than Luke, than Joffrey? β than me? β" He asked in a trembling voice and she shook her head, not understanding what he meant.
"β Jace β it's a different kind of love β I β"
"β what kind? β" He hissed. "β the kind where you're constantly betrayed? β in which someone mocks your parentage? β locks you up like some prisoner? β"
Gods.
"β Jace β" She gasped, feeling that something in his questions, in his gaze, in what he wanted to hear from her had broken her down, her whole body began to quiver.
She shuddered as he approached her suddenly, as his free hand cupped her warm cheeks, as his forehead pressed against hers, his voice trembling as the words left his throat like a river.
"β I am your oldest brother β you were born to be mine β I would be good to you β you know I would β"
"β brother, what are you saying? β you had no objections when my mother decided to marry me to Ronnel β" She said disapprovingly, furrowing her brow in anger.
"β it was our mother's decision β how could I oppose her? β" He asked with a frown, as if he really believed what he was saying, a cold shiver ran through her body as his thumb ran over the soft skin of her cheek, hot with emotion.
"β you have never loved me β not in this way, we both know it well β you have always preferred to lie to yourself rather than face the truth β you do not look at me as the woman you desire, but as an inheritance that was taken from you β" She said with pain, feeling that what he was saying was not due to any deep feeling he had for her, but to his anger that she was not waiting for him docilely like his throne and his crown.
Her brother swallowed hard at her words, his hot, ragged breath enveloping the skin of her face.
"β when you were born, our mother told me that you might be my future wife β and I always, always saw you this way β"
"β you mocked me with Aegon β"
"β I craved his attention β he was older and impressed me β didn't you do anything you regretted as a child? β" He muttered wearily; she felt her heart stop at his words, a drop of cold sweat run down the back of her neck.
What was she supposed to answer him?
"β brother β I am married to another man β of my own free will β"
"β you are a traitor β"
"β how dare you β"
"β you are a traitor, but I still am unable to hate you β"
A squeal of terror stuck in her throat, her body froze completely as his lips pressed against hers in a greedy, hot, sticky kiss, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her cheeks, refusing to let her move away.
She cried out and pushed him away β before he could make any move her hand slapped him in the face so hard that he took a few steps back, clutching his red cheek, panting heavily.
"β get out β" She muttered, placing her hand over her heart, feeling as if it was about to burst out of her chest. "β get out of my chamber, brother β I'll forget this...conversation ever took place β"
Jace swallowed hard, horrified and ashamed, as if it had only now occurred to him what he had actually done.
What would Baela say if she saw this?
It seemed to him that they both couldn't believe he had done it β Jace had turned and walked out, leaving behind an open door and a complete blank in her mind.
She thought he wanted to take it out on their uncle, to take away something that belonged to him.
That she was just an object for him on which he had decided to vent.
She thought with pain that he, unlike her husband, had never tried to truly understand her.
When her uncle returned to her chamber they did not exchange a word β he seemed distracted and frustrated to her. He took one of the books from the bookshelf and sat by the fireplace, pretending to read. She lowered her gaze, playing with her fingers, thinking only of the fact that if she hid it from him, she would be just like him.
She didn't know for a long time how she should put it into words, but she figured he'd be furious either way.
"β Jace kissed me β on the lips β" She muttered, glancing at him fearfully β his eye opened wide, looking at her in disbelief, his jaw clenched in such a way that a shudder went through her.
He was silent for a moment, as if he had run out of words, which frightened her even more.
"β he did WHAT? β" He growled, closing the book with a loud slam, pulling himself up from his seat like an enraged bear.
"β he kissed me β grief and humiliation took his mind away β I β wait β gods β" She muttered, standing up as soon as he headed towards the door, which he opened with a loud clatter, running out into the corridor after him.
"β Aemond β no, no, no β stop! β" She hissed, grabbing his arm, but he pulled away from her, opening door after door until he found himself in the right room β Jace and Beala were sitting together at a table, apparently discussing something.
Her older brother rose from his seat and turned pale at the sight of them, horrified.
Her husband walked into his quarters with a wide, menacing smile, exactly the same one he bestowed on him and Luke when they saw him duelling with Criston Cole in King's Landing. He put his hands behind his back, shifting his body weight to one leg, cocking his head.
"β haven't you learned yet not to take what's not yours? β hm? β"
"β Aemond β" She said warningly, but her uncle didn't listen to her, his healthy eye wide open, as if he was just waiting for this.
An opportunity for confrontation.
"β your sister when we were children told me that she never desired you as a man β she knew even then that you were a cunt β" He sneered amused, revealing his teeth in a wide grin full of feigned recognition.
"β Aemond, that's enough β"
"β how dare you? β you are a guest under our roof β get out β" Baela thundered.
She felt a squeeze in her heart at the thought that she knew nothing.
She moved ahead and stood in front of her husband, looking at him with furrowed brows.
"β we are leaving β"
"β no β I'm speaking with my nephew β"
"β we are leaving, uncle, or I swear I will never return with you to King's Landing β"
"β so I'll stay here with you β Jace as ruler of Dragonstone will surely be delighted to host us, won't he? β he seems to have a weakness for you, sweet wife β" He murmured in a voice filled with poison, from which a strong shiver ran along her back.
"β Jace, say something at last! β" Baela hissed, furious that her betrothed simply looked at their uncle and remained silent, unable to get a word out.
"β I made a mistake β I shouldn't have done it, forgive me β I β" He directed his words to her, to his sister, sadness and regret in his gaze, from which she involuntarily felt sympathy.
"β you made a mistake? β I seem to be able to understand the feeling β I have made a similar one many times, as well as others, even worse ones β" Her husband hissed, gripping her cheeks in his hand β her voice stuck in her throat as his fleshy lips clung to hers in an aggressive, loud kiss, his tongue forced its way deep into her throat.
She sighed as he turned her back to him, pressing her brutally against his chest and grabbed her neck β she grasped his wrist as his free hand slid down her lower abdomen, his fingers dug into the material of her gown beneath which her womanhood lay, she could feel his hot breath on her cheek.
"β so beautiful, isn't she, nephew? β I couldn't help myself either β I can't count how many times I took her β how many times I have filled her with my seed β right here β" He breathed out into her ear and she closed her eyes, feeling with horror and disbelief that her nipples had hardened, that her walls had clenched around nothing at his embarrassing words, feeling his finger tease what lay between her thighs despite her resistance.
"β u-uncle β stop β" She muttered, a moan stuck in her throat as she felt his erection behind her throb hard at her words, pushing against her buttocks, his fingertips dug deep into her folds hidden beneath the fabric.
Gods, he wanted her brother to watch this.
Baela looked at Jace as if she suddenly understood everything, her eyebrows arched in pain and disbelief.
"β what did you do? β" She asked quietly, her older brother shook his head, all red, turning his face away, unable to look at it.
"β I β" He didn't finish; her uncle let her go immediately, panting loudly as she did when Daemon walked into the chamber, looking at them, then at Jace and his daughter.
He grinned.
"β what is the meaning of this...commotion? β hm? β" He asked, raising his eyebrows in amusement and mockery; she looked away and glanced at her uncle, shaking her head with furrowed brows, letting him know that he was to remain silent.
Her husband pressed his lips into a thin line, but did not utter a word.
They stood in awkward silence, with only the quiet fizzle of the blazing fire in the fireplace around them.
"Mmm." Her husband hummed and turned away, heading for the door. Not knowing what to do, she simply moved after him, casting only one apologetic glance at Baela.
When they finally returned to her chamber she let out a loud breath.
"β what was that supposed to mean? β" She asked in frustration, wondering what had possessed him.
She tried not to think about how embarrassingly wet she was now.
"β I don't know what you're referring to, wife β I've merely shown my nephew the depth of my understanding as to his desire β" He grinned, grabbing a jug full of wine, pouring himself a full cup of it.
She licked her lower lip in impatience, standing still and watching him β their gazes met as he raised the goblet to his lips and took a deep sip from it.
"β what β are you wet now? β" He sneered and she felt a hot wave of shame surge through her body β she felt like her cheeks had turned scarlet.
"β don't mock me β this was humiliating β" She growled, furrowing her brow, a smirk on his face that she didn't like.
"β if you say so, wife β" He muttered, approaching her lazily, playing with his cup in his hand, raising it to his lips again "β I, however, think you'd rather I did something else β"
He said and took another sip of wine, swallowing it loudly, towering over her with a look from which a pleasant shiver ran through her core.
"β I think you'd rather I fucked you good in front of him β for me to slip my fingers under your skirt and sink them into your leaking cunt β" He murmured, leaning over her so that the tips of their noses were almost touching, her walls swelling all over at his words β she felt a drop of her own wetness run down her thigh.
"β am I wrong? β" He asked, cocking his head curiously, taking another sip of wine from his goblet without taking his eyes off her.
She drew in a loud breath as he set his cup down on the table standing beside them with a loud clang of steel, taking a step towards her, his lips parted in desire.
Gods, no.
"β don't touch me β"
She saw him squint his eyes as he hesitated, his nostrils flaring in accelerated breath.
She knew he was hard.
She knew he wanted to soften her up.
"Mmm."
She immediately summoned her servant wishing that she would help her pull off her gown and let her hair down. After this, she lay down in bed, covering herself with thick furs, not looking at him or speaking a word to him. She swallowed hard when she heard him lie down right next to her and closed her eyelids when she felt his hot breath on her neck.
She thought he would try to touch her, embrace her and give her a reason to push him away, but he just lay behind her back, driving her crazy.
She waited for some time, listening to his quiet breathing, and decided that he was surely asleep by now; her hand slipped silently into the material of her nightgown, lifting it up. She swallowed quietly, tightening her lips as her fingers sank into her leaking, soft, hot womanhood begging to be fulfilled, teasing and squeezing the bud between its fleshy folds.
She felt herself grow hot, her heart began to pound like mad at the indecent idea that these was his hand touching her in front of Jace, making him watch, wanting him to see what her fulfilment looked like.
She felt her walls clench greedily around nothing at the thought, her fingers teasing the spot between her puffy folds with circular, intense strokes.
Involuntarily, her hips began to rock softly to the rhythm of the flicks of her own fingers, she felt that she was wonderfully close to fulfilment.
"β what are you doing? β" She heard his low, cool voice and froze completely. She swallowed hard, sliding her hand, sticky with her own moisture from between her thighs, and remained silent, unwilling to give him the satisfaction.
"β go on β" He said in a hoarse, deep voice from which a shiver went down her spine. She heard a rustling behind her and then the sticky sound of skin slapping against skin β his hot breathing quickened, heavy and ragged. "β come on β"
She couldn't help herself; his fingers dug into her swollen folds again causing a wave of heat to pass through her body β she felt pleasant tickling sensations in her lips, fingertips and nipples. She moaned quietly when she felt his nose pressed against her hair, her hips involuntarily began to rock when she heard him begin to pant, the splats behind her getting louder, louder and louder.
"β fuck β you know I'd lick you good there β hm? β" He sighed and she felt her whole body quiver, her fingers teasing her puffy pearl all sticky from her own wetness.
"β mhgm β" She whined, tilting her head back, feeling his hot, uneven breath on her ear, his swollen, wet lips run down her neck.
"β are you leaking? β are you leaking at the thought of how good I would make you feel? β at the thought of your brother watching me fuck his little sister? β" He breathed out, and she moaned loudly as she felt a wonderful, relieved sensation at his words, her fulfilment shaking her like a hot, tickling wave.
Her slit pulsed all under her fingers as her own moisture leaked out of her, she shuddered when she felt his warm, rough tongue run across the bare skin of her neck, leaving a slick, wet mark on it.
"β fuck, Rheanys β" He muttered and after a moment he gasped β she felt something sticky and warm spurt out onto the back of her nightgown.
His seed.
Gods.
She closed her eyelids, trying to calm her breathing, furious at herself and her weakness.
"β let me embrace you β"
"β no β"
She heard him huff, sighing heavily, his face still sunk into her neck.
"β move away, uncle β"
"β I inhale the wonderful scent of vanilla after having experienced fulfilment with my wife β"
"β your wife does not wish for this β"
"β sleep β"
She pressed her lips together and swallowed hard, thinking with frustration that she hated him with all her heart.
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