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#i’m not ready to give up the gf part but i’m also not ready to give up the fine line part
alicerosejensen · 3 months
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What about uhh Leon with a playful gf? Like in a childish endearing way. A child at heart and likes adventure :D
So, I’m slowly clearing out my inbox and answering old requests. In this case, I decided to make headcanons (I have writer's block).
There are no special warnings. Any version of Leon you want (for me it’s most likely Leon!Re4).
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💙 Perhaps sometimes he will be annoyed by your behavior but rarely. His negative attitude will only manifest itself in moments when he is emotionally vulnerable (especially after a mission).
💙 Loves to fall asleep with you under these plush bedspreads but in a dream, he will involuntarily pull it over himself.
💙However, you will not stay without warmth. Leon loves hugging you very much, although you can already sleep, sleep won't come to Leon for a long time, so he will just hug you and look at all these plush toys and various little things that he gave you or that you bought yourself.
💙 I don't think Leon will fall in love with someone who behaves just like a child, but some mischief would give him hope that in this world he has something worth fighting for.
💙 He will buy all these cute stockings to please you.
💙 Leon doesn't really like different adventures because of his job, but if it's something harmless, then no problem. Sometimes he also wants to make a joke and cheer himself up by remembering that he is still a man and not just a slave to the government.
💙 He may sometimes feel uncomfortable in your apartment because of the abundance of toys, but again this is a temporary phenomenon. I'm more than sure that later he will buy you these giant stuffed animals himself.
💙 Leon will always be ready to go to fairs and various festivals with you (provided that he does not eliminate another threat in the form of bioweapons).
💙 If you have a little dog, Leon will even try to get along with him. Maybe he doesn't really like dogs, but from this little miracle he will also be touched and ask you to take him for a romantic walk together.
💙 Without any problems, he will allow you to make all these masks, scrubs, peels on it as a joke and even make some funny photos with you, but on condition that they are stored in personal archives.
💙 Leon will even help you realize your childhood dreams that you did not have time to realize at that time. It may be a small thing in the form of some kind of trip to a place that you have always dreamed of, or a thing that may no longer have any value and usefulness, but you still want to get it since you did not have it in childhood.
💙 He wouldn't have a problem shooting for you in a regular air rifle range, but if you really want to win on your own, then go ahead, baby. At least if you screw up completely, then Leon can save the day.
💙 You may even ask him to let you shoot with his gun (under his supervision, of course)
💙 He doesn't mind when you throw an arm or leg over him in a dream. Over time, Leon will get used to it so much that he will feel uncomfortable sleeping without your body parts on him.
💙 Leon S Kennedy are constantly teasing. This will often lead to him being hit on the head with a pillow, which can eventually turn into a soft battle.
💙 He likes quiet or slightly noisy evenings with you. He likes these old movies with delicious food or some sweets while the movie is on and you're sitting or lying next to him and gently fingering strands of his hair laughing or at least smiling at his ridiculous comments or jokes.
💙However, sometimes while watching, you can seriously start a dispute with him on any topic and take offense at not agreeing with him in opinions.
💙 Although these quarrels never last long.
💙 In any case, he loves you anyway and will most likely be the first to reconcile. Even if you act like a real kid sometimes.
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pablitogavii · 4 months
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Please do one where gavi is super dom so every time she goes out he has to remind her she's his (even tho he would let her wear what ever she wants he knows it turns her on also)
Behave, muñeca
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After Pablo’s injury you really didn’t want to go out at all, or leave him alone for a second. You wanted him to rest and you to take care of him and everything else.
So when your best friend invited you to go out for her birthday party you immediately refused not even telling Pablo about it. It was unlucky that your best friend happens to be Pedros gf and he told Pablo all about it.
“Callate! You’re going amor! It’s her birthday!” He insisted while you whined saying you couldn’t leave him alone at home and he groaned.
“I’ll be fine. I’m not a baby you know?” He frowned and you asked him where his medications were to which he didn’t have a clue.
“Fine! Just leave them out for me and go have fun with Fran..and I’ll call if I need? “ he said and somehow you agreed rushing to get ready.
A few hours later…(think SpongeBob)
“Amor I’m ready! I put your medicine on the cupboard by the bed and you have dinner on there as well. Let me know if I missed something..” you said walking out but Pablo was shaving many dirty thoughts to care about any of what you said.
“You did muñeca..venga aqui” he said in a soft yet demanding tone and you walked up seeing him pat his lap and you immediately knew what that meant. You sat down on his healthy leg careful not to hurt him.
“Que pass amor??” You ask although you already very well knew what it was all about..
“You look very good preciosa..” he said moving your hair back and snuggling his nose into your neck where your perfume was driving him crazzy!!
“Thank you..” you say shyly knowing where this is going. Per usual Pablo’s lips found their way to your neck and he started to diligently suck on your skin. You tried to hide moans..
He bit the skin and you whined naturally pulling away or just trying because he was pulling you right back towards himself.
“Behave muñeca..you know the rules. You wear whatever you want but with Papis marks on your neck..” he smirked and you smiled nodding your head and moving closer again giving him more access to suck in more of marks onto your skin.
“Vale, now you’re ready..” he said licking his lips while admiring your neck covered in hickeys. Pablo was proud!!
“Hmm they look so good Papi” you wink knowing it builds his ego as he smiles leaving a few kisses on top before you get up.
“They look good on you muñeca” he said while you checked yourself up in the mirror.
“Hm I don’t need jewelry..this is my second favorite necklace..my favorite is..your handprint” you whisper into his ear that last part and he clenched his jaw wanting desperately to recover and take you how only he knows..it’s been so long.
“ Behave muñeca..or imma make you go on your knees before you leave” he said and you pouted kissing his lips slowly as he put his tongue into your mouth holding your jaw roughly.
“Mm maybe that’s what I want Papi” you smirk getting on your knees in front of him while he tossed his head back with a loud groan.
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darlindeer · 18 days
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A Good Place
tags: fem!reader, takes place post-canon, reader is/was chronically online, reader is actually a bad person, cursing, Lucifer lowkey is having a mid-life crisis (again), reader does NOT understand hell or what is happening at any given moment, I am afraid that reader is a girlblogger, reader has daddy issues, mention of drug use. words: 3.5k a/n: HIII :D lucifer fic time :p, i feel like this one might be a little bit of a slow burn but :], anyway, again I am horrible at synopsis, so :] I was lil inspired by The Good Place/ Ellenor Shellstrop for reader in this, except that reader is more gen z, so like in her early to mid 20s. Also she has like that "downtown girl" and "rockstar gf" aesthetic not saying that people that look like this are bad is just the vibe I picked out :p ANYWAYm follow perhaps :eyes: maybe reblog peepoShy I am going to be posting more parts of this sooooo DISCLAIMER I HAVE NOT WATCHED GOOD OMENS
part i, part ii
You had only arrived in hell a couple of months ago, in the middle of an apparent crisis? Something about an extermination? You had no idea what anyone was talking about, and you were just interested in doing something to survive, since it seemed like hell was just like any major city in America. Well at least in the pride ring, since it was the only one where sinners were. 
In fact, hell was very much like what your life was, you got a minimum wage job and a shitty apartment. If it weren’t for the fox ears sticking on top of you head and the matching tail on your back you wouldn’t even realize you were in hell. Just like in life you made no effort to make friends or socialize a bunch more than what was required for work, everyone was awful but in hell it was almost a requirement.
And then it happened, whatever the fuck “extermination day” was, sure, it should have been self explanatory by its name but you were confused since it seemed like a bunch of cannibals and sinner fought off the angels, along side of THE Morningstars. 
“Hazbin Hotel…” you read out loud as your eyes lazily scanned through the words of the article on your phone “redemption?” then a light bulb turned on above your head, you could go to heaven, surely there you wouldn’t have to pay rent! And most importantly, you don’t think you truly deserve to be in hell, sure you were no saint but at least 90% of the people that have talked to you here have killed someone. The worst thing you had done was maybe shoplift a 3 dollar lipgloss when you were a teen! (and a motorcycle, but you were already in hell so does it really count?) How is it possible that lil’ ol’ you was in the same place as SERIAL KILLERS AND CANNIBALS. 
So you packed a bag, lace up your shoes and made your way to the hotel, from what you saw in the news it was completely destroyed but it said they were still taking people? So you have nothing to lose really, you are just having a look and if it's completely fucked you’d just go back to your apartment.
“Holy shit” you gawked at the completely reconstructed, 3 times bigger, luxury looking hotel. You got off your bike, and walked up to the door but it swung open before you even had an opportunity to knock
“OH MY GOSH HI, WELCOME TO THE HAZBIN HOTEL, I’M CHARLIE ARE YOU HERE LOOKING FOR REDEMPTION WE CAN HELP!” Charlie Morningstar pulled you inside exited, looking at you with wide eyes and a bright smile, holding your shoulders, she was so much taller than you thought. 
“Uh, yeah actually but.. I thought this place was, like completely destroyed…. Like two days ago” You said looking at her a little confused, giving her an awkward smile 
“Oh yeaaaah BUT It’s good as new! And ready for new people! Like you!” she said still holding onto you 
“Okay sweetie, you have to let go of her first” a short sinner with long hair said, practically peeling Charlie off of you “I’m Vagie, I’m the hotel’s manager” 
“Oh right! You have to meet everyone!” Charlie said excited “oh! Wait! What’s your name” 
“Oh! It’s y/n” You said looking at her “just y/n” 
“Well, y/n, this is Angel Dust! The other guest of the hotel, this is Cherry, she is here a lot but she is not staying, YET! Uh, this is Husk, he is the bartender, and that is Nifty, she’s the maid aaaand Alastor! The facility manager!” 
After introductions you were given a tour of the hotel, which somehow took the rest of the day and ended with you in your new room. The decoration was kinda basic, a little on the fancy side but you were told that you could decorate it however you wanted. You were tired after all the walking and the overenthusiastic princess you were so tired. You changed into the sleep clothes you had brought just in case and fell back on the surprisingly soft bed and closed your eyes. You were asleep in no time.
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It felt like barely 5 minutes passed before you heard loud knocking on your door 
“Everyone up! Come downstairs, breakfast is ready!” Vaggie said from the other side of the door, you groan and dragged yourself out of bed “preferably fully dress”, you sighed and looked down at yourself, your sleep clothes were just a baggy shirt and a pair of shorts, you are clothed enough, so you just put on a pair of bunny slippers and headed out. 
Your eyes were barely open so you couldn’t really make out the other people that were headed downstair with you. You managed to not fall on the stairs and make it to the dining room, where everyone was to sit together and eat together. You sat down in a corner of the table, hoping that no one sat next to you, but Angel came by and sat next to you. He gave you a  little smile 
“Mornin’ toots” He said looking at you 
“Morning” you said back at him, looking at what he was wearing “thats a nice robe” you pointed out, it was one of those dead husband robe
“Aw thanks” he smiled at you again. You hummed a little, Angel seemed genuinely nice, you had only been here a day but you were expecting for people to be much more hostile than they were. You catched a glimpse of Nifty hunting down bugs but that was her job after all, so you didn’t consider it hostile behavior. 
You started at the place mat on the table as you heard soft jazz music around, you glanced up to see Alastor coming around to seat at the head of the table, dressed for the day already 
“Good morning dear” He said to you, his smile as wide and creepy as always 
“Morning” You said softly, tilting your head as you looked at him, your ears falling to the side as well “is that music coming from your cane?” You asked looking at it before back at him 
“My! How observant you are dear! Yes it is!” He tilted his head, mimicking you. 
“ALRIGHT! I MADE PANCAKES!” Lucifer came out of the kitchen door holding a tray with several plates with an apron that said “kiss the chef”. Your eyes brows knit together looking at him, 
The king of hell was making breakfast at this hotel. 
You knew he was Charlie’s father but you didn’t expect him to be around, why would he be around? It all seemed so bizarre to you, not just this but hell in general, maybe it was because you had only been dead for less than half a year, so perhaps this was normal, Royalty just hanging out with people? And for death to be maybe slightly better than life. 
“Oh you are new!” he said setting a plate of delicious looking pancakes in front of you, before turning to Alastor “Oh, would you look at that, no more pancakes for you, seems like you’ll just have to starve!” He said in a passive aggressive tone towards Alastor, who was sipping on a cup of coffee,. 
“Oh, not to worry, I don’t care for pancakes, I already had breakfast in my quarters” Alastor respond in the same tone looking at the king. 
You just ignored them and started eating, even food seemed to be better than in life, you couldn’t remember the last time you hand homemade pancakes, specially ones that turned out so good. you started kicking your feet as you eat, moving your head side to side slightly, being lost in your own world as you enjoyed the food. 
you didn’t even noticed that everyone was staring at you until someone cleared their throat and you looked up.
“was… I not meant… to eat?” you asked confused with a mouthful, looking at around, before you put your fork down 
“no, no, is just that… well we haven’t had anyone new new in a while! and your the first guest at the newly renovated hotel!” Charlie said from the other side of the table, her father sitting next to her, right across from you. 
“oh… uh… i’m not sure what i am meant to say now” you said awkwardly,
“well tell us about yourself!” Charlie encouraged 
God this felt like the first day at a new school, when the teacher would make you introduce yourself to everyone. “say your name, a fun fact about you and your favorite food!”, the request echoed through your brain and how you would blank, just like right now. 
“oh, well, there isn’t much really… I’ve only been in hell for like… 4 months” you shrugged, you didn’t quite feel awkward, it was more so… not wanting to do this, rather than awkwardness 
“wait really?-“ you weren’t sure who asked before Nifty interrupted 
“WHY ARE YOU A FOX?” 
“uh, I guess I lied a lot when I was alive?” you said softly “that like a thing right? foxes are sneaky and like, liars? it’s like a literature thing? I think?”
After a string of weird and a little intrusive questions followed “how many boyfriends have you had?” ”can you put your legs behind your head?” “who was president when you died?” 
You were only able to go to your room an hour after you finished eating, and you had to practically beg Charlie to let you go because you wanted to shower and change your clothes. You stayed in your room after your shower, laying in bed while you mindlessly scroll through your phone. 
There was a small smile on your face “rotting in bed” you mumbled quietly to yourself and then giggled, thinking back at the many hours you had spent doing just this when you were alive, your favorite activity 
There was a knock on your door, you stood up and went to open it, throwing your phone to your bed before opening the door and finding Charlie on the other side 
“Hi y/n, soo, I know we kinda bombarded your with questions buut, we still have to do some daily activities and because you are new, I thought we’d do some trust exercises!” she said smiling big 
“Oh! Um, yeah, okay” you said and returned the smile at her, she then hooked arms with you and walked with you back downstairs, as if to make sure that you will go to the activities. 
“Right! Everyone we are going to be doing trust falls again! With y/n!” Charlie cheered, before picking you up and putting you on a makeshift stage “yay! so everyone! Come close!” 
Everyone came to the front of the stage, looking up at you
“That’s a cute outfit” Angel said looking at you “love the boots” 
“Thanks” you said and posed a little, you were wearing similar outfits, the only difference was that you were wearing an off the shoulder top and your boots were knee high. 
“Alright! So y/n do you know how to trust fall?” Charlie asked looking up at you 
“Know of them.. Yea” You answered looking down, there was less people here than at breakfast, Cherry was gone, Nifty was… somewhere surely, Alastor and Lucifer were there, but they were sitting across each other, in opposing arm chairs, glaring at each other 
“Well then, just say something about you that no one knows and we’ll catch you!” Charlie said, “we” was her, Vaggie, Angel dust and Husk
“Hmmmmm, I don't know, what if I fall to the floor” You said taking a step back and crossed your arms “no offense, but I don’t really know any of you” 
“Well you have TRUST we will catch you! Thats like the whole point of the trust exercise!” Charlie insited and you just took a deep breath and nodded 
“Fine” You sighed and stepped to the edge of the stage “so, um… I really like lemon cake… does that count?” 
“Totally counts!” charlie smiled “now just fall” 
“Wait no, I can do better” you said a little excited now “uh, when I was alive I hated doing laundry so I’d use all my undies and then when I’d run out I’d wear my bikini bottoms and when I would run out of those I’d steal my roommates” You confessed and turned around taking a second before falling back onto the crowd, and you were actually caught! 
“Kinda gross! But not awful!” Charlie said and you just shrugged a little before they let you down. “Next one! Everyone pair off!” 
And everyone did, Husk and Angel, Charlie and Vaggie and then it was you.. With no pair… 
“Oh… uh, no worries!” Charlie, said noticing that you were alone, before looking around, definitely not Alastor… that leaves… “dad!”, Lucifer shot up from his seat in excitement that his daughter needed him for something “Dad! Great! Uh, there is an odd number of guest so that means that YOU, are going to pair with Y/N!” 
“Oh…” Lucifer said, his smile falling a little before looking you up and down, “is there anyone else… that could do this” 
“Dad pleaseee” Charlie plead and it was almost as if you could see Lucifer melt.
“Okay, I’ll do it” He said before turning to face you, hands on his cane 
“Hey” you said looking down at him, arms crossed, you didn’t know what his problem was but you didn’t like the way he looked at you. 
“How you doing” he “asked”, in an indifferent tone, you gave him a small scowl
“So now, you are going to look at your pair in the eye and tell them something personal about yourself!” 
“Need a stool for that?” You said looking down at the king of hell but he just gave you a chaste laugh “so? What’s something personal about you?” 
“Why do I have to go first? You are the sinner” He said pointing at you with the end of his cane
“Excuse me? Don’t act all high and mighty, you are the literal embodiment of a sin” You said leaning down slightly while looking down at him “I watched Good Omens, I know all about you” 
“What the hell is Good Omens?” 
“Dad! Just! Please!” Charlie plead again and Lucifer sighed and looked at you 
“Fine, I’ll go first” He sighed and closed his eyes for a second before looking at you again “ugh.. Uh, after my wife left me I put one of her dresses on a body pillow and slept with it.. For months” 
“That’s really sad man…” you said softly, with genuine feeling “uh… hmm, so when I was 10 years old my dad said that he never wanted me and that he was leaving to do drugs in peace, like he legit said “never wanted you to be born, you make smoking crack a total bummer” and then he left, forever”, There was silence, everyone heard and everyone was silent “someone laugh please” 
Then a static laugh followed, your head turned to Alastor and you pointed at him with a snap “you are a real one, for real, thanks man” 
The rest of the day went sort of the same way, until you could go back to your room, late at night, again you crashed into bed, falling asleep almost immediately 
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It took less than two days for Charlie to tell you how there was no evidence that you will go to heaven, and that there might be less of an opportunity now after the last extermination. But you choose to stay, mostly because you didn’t have to pay for anything, and the people didn’t seem that awful, Angel was the one you liked the most. 
Two weeks have past, you have been doing all of Charlie’s exercises, being nice to people and only lying a little bit. Still, it was weird, it feels like you’re out of place, kinda like you are being squeezed into an already filled car. 
Lonely… that’s what you felt. 
but it was fine, you knew loneliness, and you knew just what to do to feel better 
Trashy tv. 
you sat on the couch of the tv room, since it was only allowed in one place in the whole hotel, and flicked through the channels, your knees to your chest as you finally decided on a show. 
you yawned, resting your head on your knees as your eyes fixed on the tv. 
It was bad, but not bad enough, the only thing that was on was sitcoms, horrible horrible sitcoms, like season 8 of Friends, or season 4 of Community, but with cursing and even worse sex jokes, no Jersey Shore, no Kardashains, no Bachelor or Bachelorette! It’s actually surprising that Hell didn’t have the most mind numbing, trashy tv that could ever exist. 
You pouted and opted to mute the tv, you just couldn’t listen to another joke about the main character fucking anything that breaths. 
It’s been almost five months since your death, and Hell still makes no sense to you, and you were barely getting used to your new animal like features, the most annoying thing was your heighten sense of hearing it made it so much harder to ignore people, you could hear every little sound, that whole “you could hear a pin drop” phrase was an awful reality. 
Speaking of, someone was awake, there goes your peaceful night. You head listed and looked towards the door as it slowly open. 
It was Lucifer… great… is not like you disliked the King of hell, he was nice enough and made a great stack of pancakes but you just didn’t like his vibe that much. 
“What are you doing here?” he asked with a yawn, he was only wearing a robe, red silk with yellow hems and it was falling off his shoulder
“Watching tv” you said and turned your head to the tv again, watching the exaggerated acting making you roll you eyes 
“Ooh, probably shouldn’t do much of that, scrambles the brain” he said walking over and sitting next to you, you were a little confused, your tail wrapping around your body and resting over your feet. “So…” 
“So?” you echoed, not looking at him, keeping your eyes on the tv. 
“Are your memories from when you were alive… still there?” He asked and poked the side of your head gently, which annoyed you a little, why did he care? 
“I guess? I haven’t been here long” you shrugged glancing at him 
“So, what was it like?” He asked, quietly “y’know earth?” 
“Huh?” you turned to look at him head tilted in confusion, he was looking at you but as soon as you turned your head he looked away towards the tv, but for the second that you looked at him he had a sad look on, remorseful almost. Yet another thing that didn’t make sense to you, well… for a second 
It didn’t take long for you to remember that Lucifer was an angel, and that he sort of helped create the world you lived in… he never really got to see what it was like, forced to only see the bad things that came from it. 
“You don’t have-”
“It’s uh..” you interrupted him “uuh, I lived in the US which is… arguably a horrible place but… I traveled a lot, like within the US and well… people, they are… horrible, hate people” You said but he still looked sad, a deep deep sadness “but, everything else was nice, I’ve always liked animals more than people, before I died I.. live? In the pacific northwest, I love the mountains and the forests. I loved bears and otters, and oh! Ducks! They are adorable, I like how they walk, its funny” 
Lucifer face completely lit up after that, eyes wide and bright, it was cute “Ducks?”
“Yeah, y’know tiny, lil sassy, there is like, white ones and brown ones and black ones, the babies are yellow, love ‘em, they go quack” 
“Oh I know, y’know, those were MY idea” He said with a prideful smile, you giggled a little 
“It was a good one” you said looking at him, resting your head on your knees again, you liked how he looked, genuinely happy even if it was because you were feeding his ego. “um, I used to live in this tiny house near the edge of a forest, and if you walked into the forest for like 5-10 minutes, you’d get to this little pond, and it was filled with ducks and swans, it was very peaceful” 
Lucifer started to ask you about other things, most you answered truthfully, but for some you definitely lied, a lot. By the time he had his fill, it was almost sunrise. 
“You are not that bad” He said, quietly looking at you “I really don’t like sinners, but, you aren’t.  As bad as I thought” 
“Thanks?” you said feeling a slightly offended, “you’re nicer than what I thought you’d be I guess, anyway, I’m gonna go pound some energy drinks before someone else wakes up” You said stand up from your seat and stretched before walking away. “Cya” you smiled at him before leaving his eyeline
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calibabii21 · 2 months
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|| desperate || j.ww
pairing: gamer!wonwoo x gf!reader
genre: smut
warnring(s): blowjob, very light face fucking, dirty talk, light degradation, masturbation (f)
wc: 571
n/a: here's a lil sumn sumn for mi bebe @jenoslutie, welcome to the diamond life nabs🤭
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He’s been playing for hours- which is nothing new, of course, but his baritone mumbles of what his eyes caught paired with the nimbleness of his fingers has you in a state of restlessness. “No- no nO NO!!” his voice raises, though rather than alarming you, it further pushes you toward acting on the intruding thoughts. “Sorry you guys that was my fAULT??”
Looking down below the desk, Wonwoo reassures his fellow players everything is fine. As he adjusts his glasses he looks down at you, giving you nothing and expecting an explanation. But you, also, give him nothing. Only opting to go straight for what you want, pulling his less than semi hard cock out. You didn’t mind that he wasn’t fully erect, that’s part of the fun after all.
You hear the keys being clicked again as you stroke him, gently sucking him into your mouth. To your dismay, he doesn’t even react!! This is no longer just fun for you, but a challenge. There’s no way I’m losing to a damn game. You begin teasing his hardened dick with kitten licks and suckles on the tip, until he palms the back of your heady and forces himself down your throat.
“Take it.” The command could have not even been for you, but eager for the attention and initiative he took, you obey and attempt to take him in further. A raspy groan rumbles in his throat. When you moan against him, he looks down at you- one hand squeezing and massaging the nape of your neck while the other continues executing attacks on his monitor, “Does it taste good?”
Your nod in response causes his tip to rub against the grooves of the top of your mouth, eliciting a louder groan than before. “Fuck, I died.” He now holds your head between both of his hands and leans back in his chair, slightly thrusting into your mouth, “Look at you giving me your best support.” He lets his head fall back to rest against the seat, “So desperate for your mouth to be full, hm?” 
The words calling you out, audible to even his online friends, makes you moan as you suck him with more intention. He looks down at you from a high position, with glasses resting on the edge of his nose, “Your pussy's so needy it couldn’t wait?” You squirm and speed up the circling of your fingers on your clit. He’s right. You couldn’t even wait until he finished to be touched.
Your desperation began to overflow as you insert two of your fingers into yourself and rock back and forth on them. His eyes watch you intently. Your hips grinding on your own hand as your mouth power sucked him. “I’m close baby.” There was nothing he needed to add. How he came- more like where he came, was entirely up to you. 
Wanting him down your throat, you prepare a breath before gradually taking all of him- the feeling of your gulps and hums causing his seed to spill out. Your fingers curl as you, too, reach your peak and clumsily grind it out on your fingers. “Good, girl.” He wipes a few stray tears from your face before tucking himself back in and starting a new round of his game. “Give me ten more minutes.” All you can do is shake your head and make sure you have plenty of condoms ready.
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thebearer · 7 months
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okay but lip (angst that turns sweet?) concept! so we agree that like, he's definitely the fuck the attitude out of ya. however, he's also not the best at reading situations (I feel unlike Carmy, because he senses his girl's moods more quickly just because he's more soft and attentive in nature)
so imagine lip coming home after his gf had a horrible day and she's just done and usually, she fires back at lip and enjoys their little fights that turn to sex. but today she's done and lip just keeps at it, at first, until she snaps and goes off, "lip i cannot do this right now, can't you see that?" and her voice breaks and she tears up. and lip freezes at first because he's an idiot and could not see this coming but he turns so quickly? he sees you starting to turn and walk toward the bedroom but he's sure as fuck not going to let his girl be and sad by herself, especially since he was a part of it, so in a second you're wrapped in his arms and his cooing and apologizing and stroking your hair. the evening ends up quite different with lip and his girl cuddled up, she's wearing his shirt and watching her fav movies together and it's the first time she's seen lip so fucking soft and it ends up just changing the relationship for the better <3
lip just likes a brat idk something about the fight and best of all the taming of a brat just does it for him.
sometimes you make it wayyyy too easy on him. you’ll come home in a little attitude that’s got his cock twitching, mouthy and ready for a fight, only for him to have you absolutely dumb on his cock later while he fucks you quite literally brainless.
then there’s nights lip is in a mood for it, and will look for any sigh that you are too. normally you’re more than happy to oblige him, play along when he starts being a little mean to you. not tonight.
maybe it was the slight whine in your tone when you told him to stop, really you were just overwhelmed and trying not to get emotional.
“lip, I told you I’m not in the fucking mood.” you snap.
“the fucks wrong with you, huh?” lip scoffs. “being a bitch today.”
normally, that type of degrading would have you on your knees, but not this time. your eyes well up with tears, a small whine that has lip’s eyes bulging.
“wait, shit, I’m sorry.” lip says quickly. “what’s wrong? hey, I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. look at me, please? I-I didn’t…”
you cling to him anyways, small hiccuping sobs that has lip cringing lightly, your face buried in his shirt. “I just… I had a really bad day at work.”
“what happened?” lip cooed before he meant to. his hands fell down your spine, stroking it gently while you told him.
“what’s that fuckers name? I’ll fuckin kick his ass.” lip growled, shaking his head furiously.
you grin, wiping at your eyes. “‘s ok.” you shrug, arms still around his torso. “I just… I don’t wanna do too much tonight.”
“no, no, I get that, baby. I’m sorry. I thought you were… it-it doesn’t matter. c’mere. I gotcha tonight.” lip pulls you into your shared bedroom, helping you out of your work clothes sweetly. even taking off your shoes, giving your feet a nice rub that had you swooning.
you settled in one of his shirts, one soft with wear that smelled just like lip. he fucked you into the mattress, right to sleep all sweet and loving, lips on yours, on your cheeks, nose pressed against your temple while his hips rolled into yours.
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A few fluffy headcanons, sprinkled with some mild hurt/comfort for Jake “Hangman” Seresin x GF!Reader with social anxiety:
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Jake doesn’t get it at first. He’s used to having a lot of attention when he walks into a room and he uses it to his full advantage.
You try not to let it show because you don’t want to slow him down. And you definitely don’t want him to be disappointed in you.
So when you’re out with Jake and his buddies at a very crowded Hard Deck, and it feels like you can’t breathe, or the headache starts coming on, you disappear.
You think you can regroup before Jake notices you’re gone.
But that doesn’t happen. No matter how much Jake runs his mouth and puffs and preens, he still has one eye on you the whole time.
So he notices as soon as you slip out the door without saying anything to him.
He follows you out to the beach where you’re sitting, huddled up against the chilly breeze with your shoes off and your bare toes in the sand.
“Am I interrupting a romantic rendezvous with your secret lover?” he calls as he approaches with this smile on his face that melts you on the spot.
Because it just hits you that Jake is completely and totally out of your league and what the hell is he doing with you?
When you don’t reply, his smile falters a little. “This is the part where you say that I’m your secret lover and we can get the party started now that I’m here.”
You manage a very tired smile. “If it’s a party you’re looking for, you left it back there in the bar.”
Jake sits beside you on the sand, brushing his hand down the back of your head.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks softly.
For a few seconds, you don’t say anything, trying to convince yourself that you’re fine. But it all comes bubbling out that it’s so…much. All of it happening at once.
“I never know what to say. And I’m worried I’ll say something stupid and embarrass you. So I just sit there like a dumbass and I feel so fucking lost and out of place. But you…everyone’s eyes are on you but I feel like this stupid little wallflower. And I don’t want people looking at me but I’m not…I mean…I’m sure your friends think you’re way too good for me and they’re totally right. It’s just - “
Jake cuts you off by cupping your face in his hands. As soon as his broad palms, firm and warm, are pressed to your cheeks, you give a little sigh of frustration because sweet jesus, you love him so much but you’re afraid to lose him.
“Babe. Babe, slow down. Take a breath.”
You bite the inside of your cheek to compose yourself, shift your gaze to the sky, and begrudgingly inhale and huff an exhale.
“That’s better,” he says gently. “Now. Did someone tell you that? Did someone say I was too good for you?”
You shake your head and very quietly say, “No.”
“Then where on earth did you get that idea, sweetheart? You’re my girl. Mine. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says or thinks. You don’t have to do a damn thing. You’ve already got me, hook, line, and sinker. Okay?”
As his words sink in, the exhaustion takes over and you melt against Jake. Your eyes droop closed and you sag into his hands.
“I didn’t want to let you down,” you whisper.
Jake looks at you with this completely baffled expression because he believes that’s literally impossible. You could never ever let him down. So he folds you into his arms, rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
You stay like that for at least thirty minutes, more insecurities and anxieties bubbling up. Jake neatly and logically bats each one down in a way that encourages you to replace the thought with a better one of your own making.
After that, when you hang out in a social setting, Jake makes sure to hold your hand with a firm grip to keep you grounded and comforted.
The two of you also developed a series of hand signals that you used on everything from, “I’m tired and ready to leave,” to “Extra anxious today. Could you order for me at the restaurant?”
Jake often offers for the two of you to stay in on date night, instead of going out with friends. As much as you enjoy those days staying in together, you also make sure that you challenge yourself to hang out with his friends because it’s important to him.
You found out by accident that when you’re really overstimulated and shaky, you can nestle right into Jake’s arms, with your back to his chest and his chin resting on your shoulder. His body heat and his weight pressed against you feels like a weighted blanket (except it’s a 1000x better) which calms you down.
Jake is ALWAYS eagerly offering to be your human weighted blanket. “Happy to be of service, darlin’,” with that trademark smoldering smirk that makes you want to strangle him and kiss him at the same time.
Jake also understands when you prefer to remain in your corner solo. Since his presence draws attention, sometimes he’ll purposefully make a scene AWAY from you so that you can have some breathing room during social events.
After a social event, he knows the social hangover can be extra hard on you so he makes sure you both have down time. He sleeps in with you, holds you, naps with you, and makes sure to be extra gentle with you until you’re 100% again.
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𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐦: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞
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ESCAPISM CHAPTER THREE | BARRY'S GF!READER | DARK!RAFE
PAIRING: Barry x Reader, Rafe x Reader (later on)
SYNOPSIS: You chose the wrong time to return home in the cut, you're sent on an adventure with your boyfriend and his so-called-friend. An adventure you can't escape. WORD COUNT: 3.8k
WARNING(S): Drug use, dealer!Barry, dealer!Rafe, Canon!Rafe, Gun Use, Kidnapping, Dark!Rafe, Dangerous!reader, Cheating? CONTAINS DARK CONTENT 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
SONG SUGGESTION: You right - Doja Cat & The Weeknd (for obvious reasons lol)
AUTHORS NOTE: So sorry for procrastinating on this fic. The sad part is I forgot how I wanted this to go. But algood. Here you are.
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The sun hung low in the sky as another summer day dawned over the Outer Banks. Y/n had spent the morning catching up with old friends, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the intense encounter with Rafe Cameron the previous night. You couldn't shake the memory of his piercing gaze and his relentless flirtation. 
Meanwhile, Rafe woke up with a sense of restlessness. The hangover from the party mixed with the ache in his chest made it hard to focus on anything else. He had seen Y/n again in his dreams, her presence haunting him.
As the day progressed, Rafe's feelings for Y/n deepened. He couldn't deny that he was developing a crush on her, but he also knew he had to hide it. She was Barry's girlfriend, after all, and he couldn't risk damaging their friendship. The morning sunlight filters through the curtains as Rafe nervously knocks on Barry's front door. He's still wrestling with his emotions after the events of last night.
As the door swings open, Rafe's heart skips a beat when he sees you standing there, looking surprised to see him.
He stands there awkwardly, turning away from you with his eyes closed.
You react too, by turning around and covering your exposed chest “Fuck. Weren’t you taught how to knock?” you hurriedly button up your shirt (well Barry’s shirt) your face red with embarrassment feeling exposed in front of the kook, “Barry's out at the moment so-.” you turn finally dressed, well mostly, the bottom part of Barry’s shirt is still unbuttoned, the left side of your midriff showing. 
Rafe steps inside, trying to keep his eyes averted as you walk past him to pack your bag for work. “I don’t need to knock, Barry used to let me stay here” You just shake your head, “what for two weeks?” Rafe just watches you fuss over your things, putting multiple things into your bag. You call over to him, facing away from him, “So what do you want Rafe?” Rafe's eyes briefly flicker to a scar on your abdomen, visible as your shirt continues to ride up a bit while you stand. He remembers his conversation with Kelce and how he mentioned an incident with your father. His curiosity gets the better of him, but he decides not to pry.
He gets nervous all of a sudden, which is uncommon for the kook. “Um, I’m here to convince Barry to help me” His eyes follow you around as you continue to get ready for your shift.
You chuckle, still not facing him which annoys him to no end, “that’s not happening, you know that right” “Where is he anyways?” He crosses his arm leaning against Barry's couch. “Out” Rafe just rolls his eyes, releasing a sigh and walking up to you. “What’s so special about you anyways? Why would Barry choose you over me? Me?” His voice is low and probing. You stand with your back against the wall, your heart racing as you feel the undeniable pull towards Rafe.
He steps closer, his eyes searching yours intensely. he begins to lean in not giving you space to back away. You clench your jaw, hatred in your eyes, “Rafe, back up right now” your voice equally defiant with threat and he shakes his head. “No, I wanna know. Cause I barely have heard of you before last night, then I hear you’ve been dating him for years? What is that all about?” He groans against you, his voice tight with frustration, his eyes watching you intensely. You just lean back against the wall, that pisses Rafe off so he brings a hand to your chin forcing you to face him. “What’s so special about you little pogue?” anger evident in his voice. You try your hardest to get out of his firm grip, he just grins watching you struggle. You try to keep your composure. Rafe licks his lips, moving down to level with you, “hm? Why would Barry say no to me now?” You manage to shove him off of you, stepping back but he stands his ground. “I know him better than you think.” Rafe lifts his eyebrows at that, “I'm just saying, maybe you don't know him as well as you think you do. Maybe he's not the perfect guy you believe him to be.” You stand up straight, challenging him, “And what about you, Rafe? You act like you know him better than anyone, but what do you really know about him?” Rafe looks at you defiantly, “I know enough. I know he's my best friend, and yet he chose you.”
You lick your lips teasingly, “Jealous, Rafe?”
his eyes narrowing as he takes a step closer to you, “I'm not jealous. I just don't understand what he sees in you.”
You look up to him, smirking, “Maybe you're just afraid that he sees something in me that he never saw in you.”
He’s leaning in, your faces inches apart, “You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N.”
You meet his gaze, voice a whisper, “And you're enjoying every second of it.” “But i’m with Barry so,” Once again pushing him off of you. “Do you know what he's been up to while you've been away?” He smirks mocking you. You just roll your eyes, that little gesture makes his heart skip. You defiant little thing.
“What, So he doesn't give you a play by play of his activities?” Rafe describes activities with a more sardonic tone. “You both are legit drug dealers, I think I know what you both get up to when I’m not here” He just shakes his head at you, eyes locking onto yours, “you sure about that?” he pauses, smirking at you once again, “We stole a cross and melted it down. Turned out it was solid gold.” “You did what?” you say aghast. He pulls back displaying a shrug like it was no deal, “it was an opportunity we couldn’t pass up.” You take a step back, trying to process the new revelation about the man she thought she knew. “When was this?” you ask, hoping that you were wrong. “In may, why?” He crosses his arms, a little confused as to why you asked that. Your eyes widened, that explains Barry’s random payment to you. He told you that he earned the extra cash fixing up an old bike and wanting to spoil his girl, but now you know he lied. He’s stepping closer, not letting you back away, “And there's so much more you don't know about me, about us.”
You try to steady your trembling voice, “Why are you telling me all this now?”
He’s flashing a smirk, “Because, despite everything, you still chose to be with him. I want to know why.”
You challenge him, “Maybe it's because I believe people can change, and I see something in him that you seem determined to overlook.”
His gaze was intense, “And what about me? Do you see anything in me worth considering?”
Your voice softening, “I don't know. Maybe there's more to you than meets the eye, Rafe.”
As the tension between them reaches a breaking point, you try to back away, but Rafe stands his ground, refusing to let you escape. Rafe whispers against you, “You can't deny what's between us, Y/N. There's something here that we can't ignore.” You tease, trying to distract from the intensity, “You really enjoy pushing boundaries, don't you?” Rafe licks his lips,his voice husky, “Only when it comes to you.” you quickly step away from Rafe, trying to hide the undeniable chemistry still lingering between the two of you. “You really wanna know why me and Barry are together?” “Y-” He tries to speak, but you interrupt him. “Are you sure about that Country Club?” You tease, walking around the couch trying to create space between you two. “Don’t call me that” He groans, following you around the room. “What do you prefer? Kook King? Rich Asshole? “ you roll your eyes, hating that he’s shadowing you. “y/n-” He stops at that.
You gain some confidence this time it's you who corners him against the wall. “You really wanna know what's so special about me Rafe? Is it because I have the tightest pussy he’s ever felt? Because I squeeze him so tight, I make him cum in seconds” you tease eyes locking on to each others, licking your teeth. “You saw it yourself yesterday right? Watching us like a perv?” You watch as he stands there avoiding contact with you, you gain the upper hand. You continue your rant, “No, you moron, it's because I'm the only person in his life that's willing to come back to him. He may not be my main motivation for my return to this hell hole but he is one, and to him that's enough”
Your body's inch closer, the forbidden desire pulling you together like magnets. The tension between you reaches a breaking point, and for a moment, you both teeter on the edge of giving in to your desires. But just as the intensity grows, a sudden noise breaks the spell, and you both turn to the front door as it opens, and Barry walks in, catching you in a compromising position.
Barry walks in, his voice strained, “What's going on here?”
You and Rafe quickly pull away from each other, the charged atmosphere dissipating as guilt floods your expressions.
Your voice is shaky, “We were just... talking.”
Rafe’s trying to sound nonchalant, avoiding eye contact with you.“Yeah, just talking.” 
Barry's gaze shifts from you to Rafe, sensing something is amiss. The tension hangs in the air, unspoken words swirling between them.
You turn to pick up your packed bag, looking over to the clock to the left of Barry before speaking up, “So I’m gonna head out” and you walk over to Barry kissing his cheek. Rafe speaks up, “where you going?” You turn to him, your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why he cares. “Work, I know its a foreign concept for you but some people have to earn their wage” you tease, before winking to your boyfriend who just chuckles as you whisper the last part, “legally of course” And exit through the front door leaving them two alone. Barry finally speaks up, “so, what brings you here?” Rafes gaze still on the front door, you encompass his thoughts once again. Well he has to admit you haven’t left since last night. Shaking off the tension between him and you he turns to your boyfriend trying to recompose himself. “Um, I came cause I still need your help” Barry nods, gesturing to the couch and the two sit down. “Yeah okay, I need the money anyways” Rafe smiles to that as they both shake on it, “My man”
The Island Club buzzes with energy as people dance and enjoy the night. You stand behind the bar, expertly mixing drinks and engaging in light banter with the customers. Unbeknownst to you, Rafe is watching from a corner, keeping a careful eye on you. He observes you serving drinks with a smile, but he can't shake the feeling that something is amiss.
Amidst the chatter and laughter, your attention is suddenly drawn to a certain blonde walking towards you, nearly drops a glass, surprised to see him there.
What is he doing here? You react by dropping onto the ground and crawl away behind the counter, trying your best to hide from him. You can hear the murmur of his voice, “I’m here to see y/n” Your manager speaks up, “Customers aren’t allowed at the back,” her voice firm. “What if I'm her boyfriend?” he questions, her eyes widen at the lie. Speaking of boyfriend, he's on a mission for Rafe on the opposite side of the island. Keeping an eye on the pogues and preparing their next move.
“Fiance?” that catches your attention, hitting your head on the counter on your way up.
You now stand in front of the two, rubbing the sore spot. “I can take it from here, Miranda” you say with your gaze locked onto Rafes.
You can't help but notice him admiring you in your work uniform. Feeling a mix of flattery and discomfort under his gaze. Your other co-worker, who heard the interaction between him and Miranda comes behind you and whispers in your ear, “When you said you’re staying with your boyfriend, I didn’t know you meant Rafe Cameron” she teases with a wink, making Rafe grin down at you, who’s gaze hasn’t left him. “What do you want Rafe?” you ask, more annoyed than ever, annoyed that he’s here, that he had the decency to lie to your co-workers let alone your boss; what happens when Barry comes to visit? Rafe smirks down at you, leaning into the counter.
“Just thought I'd drop by and see you in action.” he continues mockingly, "you know, because I have no idea what it looks like to work or what you claim to be earning your wage."
He watches you with admiration as you move around continuing to make drinks. But your keen eye notices something in his pocket that raises concern. You spot the outline of a gun in his pocket and raise an eyebrow, concerned and curious. Pointing at his pocket, “What's that? Rafe, why do you have a gun on you?”
He shrugs like it's the most casual thing to own a gun, “Oh, that? Just a little something I keep with me for safety.” He notices your silence so he leans in to tease you, “You're pretty observant. Guess I'll have to be careful around you.”
You straighten up moving around to his side of the bar, voice firm, “Rafe, this is a bar. Why do you have a gun here?”
Rafe remembering the tension from this morning wanting to feel it again, he leans in flirting with you, “Maybe I wanted to impress you with my... firepower.”
You roll your eyes, “Don't be ridiculous.” reaching for his pocket, trying to take the gun from him, but he playfully dodges your attempts.
Rafe smirks down at you, “Feisty, I like it.”
You reach for it once again, and he just takes a step towards you, one hand around your waist while the other grips your hand on the gun, Rafe just continues smirking, “No touching sweetheart.” Shaking your head at the nickname, “Don’t call me that” “What Sweetheart?” he flirts, loving the feel of your heartbeat against his. You clench your jaw, leaning in to him, “Call me sweetheart again, and i’ll knock over your precious bike” “Is that a threat?” His breath blending in with yours, you can taste his scotch. Leaning up on your tippy toes, “It’s a promise” His smile deepens, the tension between you two no doubt returned and oh how much he loved it.
You come down from your tippy toes and shake your head at him returning back to your previous argument about the gun, “But it's also dangerous. Be responsible, Rafe.”
He looks down at you playfully, “Are you worried about me, Y/N? Where did your previous threat go?”
You’re trying to keep it casual, “I just don't want anyone getting hurt accidentally.”
Rafe’s leaning in, flirting, “Don't worry, I've got it under control. Besides, I'm a trained professional.”
You scoff, “Right, with all the rumors about you.”
He takes a step back, offended not wanting you to believe everything said about him, “What rumors? You know that’s not the real me right.”
You roll your eyes at him, “What do you want me to say?”
He looks at you vulnerable, “That you don’t believe everything you hear.” “Rafe-” he interrupts you, shaking his head. “What about you? Huh, are you gonna tell me how you got that scar on your abdomen? Or what happened with your father? I’ve heard rumors about you, but I choose not to believe them. So are you?”
You groan out his name.
He’s leaning in close, “I'll be here when you're ready to hear my side of the story.” “I gotta get back to work” you say, wanting out of this conversation. “You do that” he says with a clenched jaw, eyes glaring at you.
Despite the earlier tension, there's an undeniable spark between the two of you. The night goes on, and you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of getting to know Rafe better.
As the evening winds down, Rafe lingers a bit longer at the bar, not quite ready to leave. He's intrigued by you and can't deny the attraction he feels. Little does he know that your paths are about to become more entangled than he ever imagined.
As you continue to work, Rafe tries to figure you out. He knows there's more to you than meets the eye. But he also realizes that he needs to earn your trust and respect, especially if you’re willing to work with him.
As the night winds down, you finally take a break and join Rafe at a table. Sighing, “You're still here.”
He glances up at you,smiling, “Can't resist your company.”
You playfully groan, “Flattery won't get you far.”
Rafe glances at you earnestly, “I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have brought the gun here.”
Your eyes softened at his apology, “Just be more careful, okay? It's not something to take lightly.”
He nods, “I get it. You’re Barry’s girl, so I want you safe you know”
You grin remembering his title a couple hours ago, “What happened to you being my fiance?” 
Rafe matches your smile, “that was only to get through the door” you just roll your eyes at that. “Which worked by the way, now everyone thinks we’re together” you reach over and playfully push him making him chuckle. This will be your downfall in the near future. “Hey,” he pauses lifting his hand up in a surrender, “if it keeps guys away from you then it’s worth it” You groan, snatching his drink and taking a huge gulp. But its bitter taste makes you spit it out, “fuck, that’s straight scotch” He takes it back, releasing a low chuckle once again. You just shake your head at him, “I honestly don't see why you kooks are so obsessed with that drink.” Both of your eyes lock on to each other, the tension from this morning returns. Straightening up in your seat, “I'm guessing Barry accepted your offer?” you ask, realizing the reason for his visit. Rafe nods, biting his bottom lip, “but the asshole asked for double” that makes you chuckle, “good.” You lean in, “but you’re here to ask for my help aren’t you?” His gaze falls on to your lips, the tension between you growing, he nods once again trying to distract himself as he finishes his drink. “I don’t know how much help I’ll be to be honest” you say truthfully, now leaning back in your seat with your arms crossed. “Is that a yes?” he asks jokingly with eyebrows raised.
You bite your tongue, hesitating for a second before answering, “it’s a maybe”
“Good”
“good”
But not too far away sits Singh and his crew who notice Rafe's interest with you. They see an opportunity to get to Rafe through you, and Singh devises a plan.
The club is buzzing with activity as patrons enjoy the lively atmosphere. You're behind the bar, focused on your work. Singh’s crew watches from a distance, observing Rafe as he keeps a close eye on you.
Samuel, a crew member for Singh, receives a text as you walk over to serve him, “Keep an eye on her. See if she takes the bait.”
Samuels pretending to be a regular customer, and strikes up a conversation with you. Singh's plan is in motion, investigating how important you are to the kook king. Rafe interrupts, not liking how Samuel is watching you, knowing your shifts are about to end. “Hey, Y/N. Need a ride home?”
You display fake a smile, “Thanks, but I have plans with my co-workers. I'll be fine.”
Rafe looks at you concerned, “Are you sure? I don't mind giving you a lift.”
You lie, “No, really, it's fine. I'll see you around, okay?”
Rafe reluctantly lets you go, but as soon as you step outside, he discreetly follows you from a distance, wanting to ensure you’re safe. He keeps a watchful eye on you, ready to protect you from any harm that may come your way. He's drawn to you in a way he can't explain, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe from the dangers that surround them.
You arrive at a modest-looking foster home. Rafe hides behind a nearby tree, watching as you ring the doorbell. A few moments later, the door opens, and your younger brother, Timmy, greets you with a big smile.
You smile lovingly down at him. “Hey, Timmy. How was your day?”
Timmy jumps up excited, “It was great, Y/N! Look, I made this drawing at school today!”
You look down at him, adoringly, “Wow, that's amazing, buddy. You're so talented.”
Rafe watches the heartfelt exchange between you and Timmy, a mixture of surprise and admiration in his eyes.
He whispered to himself, “I had no idea she had a brother.”
As you spend time with your brother, Rafe realizes that there's much more to you than he ever knew.
He sees the love and care you give to Timmy, and it touches him deeply. Reminding him of his relationship with Wheezie, it’s a little strained now but deep down she knows how much he cares for her.
He couldn’t help it but he brings his phone up and googled you and he begins to read an article about you.
Daughter stabbed defending little brother from drunk father.
Rafe murmurs to himself softly, “Fuck, She's been through so much” He watches from a distance, understanding the allure of your complicated life and the reasons behind your choices. He realizes that there's more to you than meets the eye, and he's drawn even closer to you, wanting to protect and support you in any way he can.
As the night grows darker, Rafe silently slips away, leaving you to spend time with your brother in private.
The allure of your complicated past remains, but now, he's seen a new side of you, one that brings him even closer to the enigmatic girl he thought he knew so well. Unbeknownst to the both of you, that three cars down is Singh and one of his crew members watching you interact with your little brother. “Isn’t that cute” Singh teases watching you, “you were right Samuel, that girl is important to Rafe. We need to bring her in immediately to get him back on our side.”
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he likes to take care of her - r.b x female!reader
Blurb: i've written a lot of mean regulus so here is just some pure fluff about all the ways he takes care of his gf Word Count: 5.5k Warnings: she gets drunk and there's a whole section that is about food (not eating enough specifically) A/N: i'm in the mood to write and have no inspiration so i'm struggling. also this was not proof read lmao
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Regulus likes to take care of her when they’re out at some event. Whether it’s a party with all of their old friends from Hogwarts, or a dinner with the people they work with, Regulus is constantly reading her to see when she’s ready to go home. 
It starts when he first picks her up. She looks as beautiful as ever, but the skin underneath her eyes is slightly sullen and she’s already yawning in the car on the way over so Regulus knows it’s going to be an early night. 
Not that she wants it to be. 
“Are you tired, my love?” Regulus asks in the car, turning his head over to look at her quickly before bringing his eyes back onto the road. 
The radio is playing softly and she looks over at him trying to give him a convincing smile. 
“I’m fine,” she replies, giving him a quick smile. 
Regulus already knows she’s lying. He already knows the short temper that takes over her when she’s tired is starting to show. So he doesn’t push it even if he wants to ask what time she went to bed last night, knowing that it was probably later than what was good for her. 
He had told her countless times that she needs her sleep, ‘But the only free time I get is before I go to bed,’ she complained. 
‘Well, you’re cranky when you don’t get enough sleep.’
‘Well, I’m cranky now.’ 
Regulus rolled his eyes at her but in the end they agreed she’d try to go to sleep earlier, just for him. But some days she treated herself, like last night, he thought. 
When they get there she yawned again as Regulus opens the car door for her and he purposefully keeps his mouth shut. 
It’s one of those nights where they’re out for dinner with their work colleagues. She’s sitting next to Regulus on a long table with a plethora of food and drinks floating around the table while everyone tries to speak over the other to be heard. 
It’s all very overstimulating for her considering she can feel the fuzziness behind her eyes and her short temper starting to take over. 
Regulus can sense it too. He has an arm around her shoulders and he feels her tense when her coworker sitting in front of her still hasn’t heard her for the third time. 
She knows it’s not their fault. She knows it’s because everyone else is talking around them, but she’s feeling snappy and she notices her words becoming more curt as she repeats it a fourth time. 
And she’s still yawning, Regulus notices. He wonders if her jaw is tired from the amount of times she’s yawned in here, but he doesn’t say anything. 
He has already come to terms with the fact that it’s going to be an early night and that’s fine. He is happy to go back to her apartment and feel her body pressed against his side as he plays with the ends of your hair. He can smell her shampoo from here so he knows it has just been washed and he knows it will be soft to touch. 
Regulus has decided that as soon as she finishes dessert, it’s home time, even if he has to pretend that he is the tired one because he knows if he even insinuates that she’s the tired one, she’ll snap at him and be huffy for the rest of the night. Which he really doesn’t want. 
He’s surprised when she says no to dessert. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard her say no to dessert. But he knows that as soon as he is put down in front of him, she’s going to steal his spoon and have the first bite. And that’s fine, that’s part of the reason he got it anyway. 
And as soon as the plate is placed down in front of him, she does exactly what he thought she would. 
“Did I say you could have some?” He has a teasing smirk on his features, as he looks down at her, bringing the spoon out of her mouth and putting it back on his plate. His arm is still around her and he leant in to whisper in her ear, not wanting to shout it down at her. 
Regulus prides himself on knowing her better than she knows herself. It annoys her relentlessly, but she still thinks it’s sweet that he has noticed all of her quirks and habits. But Regulus is shocked to admit that he didn’t see her reaction coming. 
Her bottom lip juts out ever so slightly and the crease between her eyebrows thickens and Regulus finds himself sitting up and looking down at her with concern. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled out, and Regulus can see the way her chin wobbles ever so slightly as your eyelashes flutter. 
“It’s okay,” he promises, “it’s fine.” His hands have found her and she lets out a small sniffle that has his heart racing. “What’s mine is yours, yeah?”
“I’m sorry,” she repeats, finally looking at him, unconcerned with the people sitting around them who were thankfully so enthralled in their own conversations that they weren’t paying attention to her little scene. “I’m just really tired, I’m not really sad about it, I’m just tired sad about it.” She explains really quickly, making Regulus smile and partially relax at her admission. 
“So you are tired,” he says accusingly, squinting his eyes at her hoping she’ll giggle. She lets out a sad giggle and Regulus thinks that’s good enough. “I knew it.” 
Regulus wants to say that this is different. That he’s dealt with her cranky tired and her angry tired and her grumpy tired, but never her sad tired, but he thinks he’ll tease her about it when she’s not so tired and emotional. 
“How about we finish this and then we call it a night?” He offers, but she still shakes her head ‘no’ at him. 
“No, don’t feel like you have to leave for me, I’m happy to stay, really.” She says, trying to emphasise her point. 
Regulus fakes a yawn.
“It’s fine, I’m feeling a little tired as well, had a big week at work.” She gives him an unimpressed look knowing that he’s the world’s biggest fibber, but he only looks at her innocently. 
“Regulus,” she said, grabbing his spoon again and stealing another bite of his dessert, “it’s fine really.” 
“I’m serious,” he exclaimed, taking the spoon off her to finally have a bite of his dessert, “I’m really tired.” She rolls her eyes at him, but lets the conversation drop, as they both finish off his dessert. 
Once the plate is cleared, Regulus pretends to stifle a yawn. 
“I’m exhausted,” he muttered, loud enough for the people sitting around him to hear. “Think I’m going to call it a night,” he says, “if that’s alright with you?” He turned to her expectantly. 
She gave him a small nod, the ghost of a smile gracing her lips. 
They said their goodbyes and when they’re back in the warmth of Regulus’ car she yawns once more, letting her head fall against her shoulder. 
“Thank you,” she mumbled, looking up at Regulus through her eyelashes. 
“Anything for my girl,” he mumbled back, sneaking a glance at her before looking back onto the road. 
The radio is playing softly and she thinks she could fall asleep in the car, but before she can, the car had stopped and Regulus is already making his way over to open her door for her. 
“Shower and bed for you,” he said, a faux stern tone to his voice. 
“I’m too tired,” she pouts and Regulus sighes. 
“Do I have to do everything for you?” 
They’re walking into her apartment and as she turns the key in the door, she turns back and gives him an innocent look, giving him a pathetic nod that makes him sigh dramatically. 
“Lucky you’re cute,” he grumbled, as if he wouldn’t put his whole life on hold for the pretty girl in front of him. 
So she’s sitting on the bathroom vanity while Regulus gently rubs her makeup off, squishing her cheeks together purposefully so he can press a little kiss to her pouted lips. And he ties her hair up and undoes her zipper, running the water simultaneously to ensure it’s the correct temperature. And when she comes out he has a fresh towel and fresh pyjamas for her, and if she asked, he would have dried and dressed her as well. 
But instead he waits in her bed, ready for her to come up and wrap an arm around his bare chest as she pushes her body up against his side so she can find some warmth, because Regulus can’t help it, he likes looking after her.
~~~
Regulus likes to take care of her when he can see she’s working too hard. She’s been at her desk for the past three hours, her pen scribbling furiously on the paper in front of her. 
Regulus can basically see the thoughts spilling out of her head and he really doesn’t want to interrupt her. He knows what she’s like. Knows she’ll get cranky if he ruins her train of thought. 
But she hasn’t had a break in three hours and he knows if he doesn’t make her stop, she won’t stop until it’s time for bed, and Regulus knows that’s not healthy. 
When she puts her pen down to flex her fingers Regulus decides to break the silence. 
“How are you going?” He asks from her bed, putting down the book he got from her shelf to look at her. She doesn’t look up at him. 
“Fine,” she mumbles, letting out a small sigh as she goes through the work she still has to do. 
Regulus stands up. If he even suggests to her to have a break he knows she’ll have a mental breakdown. 
“I have so much work to do, Regulus, I don’t have time to have a break. I know you want to spend time with me and I want to spend time with you but just as soon as I finish this.” He’d heard it all before and he’d seen the tears and the pouts and the grumbles and the yells. 
He needed to go a different direction. 
Instead he stands behind her and puts his hands on her shoulders, his fingers sinking into the flesh near her shoulder blades. He notices that she leans back into his touch. 
“That looks very tricky,” he whispers, “but it looks like you’re powering through it, my smart girl.” 
“It is tricky.” He can hear the whine in her voice. “But I’m not powering through it, I'm actually really struggling,” she admits sheepishly. 
He keeps digging his fingers into the grooves of her back and he can already sense some of the tension leaving the room. 
“How about you explain it to me, don’t they say the best way to learn is to teach it to someone?” He moves his hands away from her soft skin and goes to lean against her desk. But he sees the way her body leans into his as he pulls away and he notices the small look of distress on her face at the loss of contact. 
“That felt really good,” she admits, looking up at him. 
Regulus acts innocent. 
“Maybe I can explain it to you after you finish massaging me?” Her voice went higher as she finished the sentence and her head slightly cocks to the side and Regulus doesn’t think he could ever say no to her. 
He doesn’t respond, just goes back to standing behind her as he brings his palms to knead at her back. 
She lets out a sigh of content and Regulus feels satisfactory that he has done his job of a doting boyfriend. 
“You’re the best,” she mumbles, closing her eyes as she leans back into his touch. 
“I know,” Regulus replied, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, glad that she lets him take care of her. 
~~~
Regulus likes to take care of her when you go for a walk. Winter is starting to be left behind and she’s ready to welcome in summer, even if summer isn’t entirely ready to be welcomed in. 
But the sun is shining outside and they both have a day free and Regulus wasn’t going to say no when she tells him they should go for a walk. Regulus is happy to go for a walk. He loves holding onto her hand and swinging it comically to hear her giggle and he likes that she does it right back to him. 
She’s already in her work out clothes when Regulus comes down with some old sunscreen that she keeps in the bathroom. 
What she doesn’t expect him to do is to come over and start putting it on her face. 
“Regulus,” she whines, scrunching her eyes up as he applies the cool product on her face. 
“Don’t want your pretty face burning.”
“It’s not even that hot.” 
“Well you certainly think it is,” he said, referencing the short sleeved tee she was wearing, “are you bringing a jumper?”
“No,” she mumbles, “I’ll get hot from walking.” 
“You should still bring a jumper,” he argues, squishing her cheeks between his forefinger and his thumb as he finishes applying the sunscreen to her face. 
“And what am I going to do with it when I get too hot?” 
“Tie it around your waist,” he shrugs, causing a pretty scoff to fall from her lips. 
“And it will still make me hot.” 
Regulus gave her a look. He had an eyebrow raised and his lips were pressed into an unimpressed line. 
She gave him a look back. Her eyes innocent and her hands on her hips. She knew, realistically, that Regulus was right, but she wasn’t sure why she was fighting it. 
Regulus lets the argument end there. He’s going to bring his jumper over his thin jacket anyway because he knows that she is always cold and will want the thick jumper, so there’s no point in starting something over this. 
Instead he walks over to her. She’s sitting on a chair and he pats his thigh so she puts her leg up and he ties her shoelaces up for her. A double knot so it doesn’t come undone during their walk. 
“Ready?” He asks, any trace of their previous argument long forgotten. She nods, grabbing his hand and walking out the door. 
Halfway through their walk, the clouds float over the sun and with no sunshine to keep her warm she starts shivering. Their hands are still intertwined and Regulus is still swinging them back and forth, and he knows she’s shivering. 
He waits a minute or two just to see if she’ll be the one to break and ask for his jumper. But he knows she won’t. She’s too stubborn and she won’t ask especially after the big deal she made about it back at their house. 
So Regulus sighs and takes his hand away from hers to take his jumper off. 
“Bit hot, isn’t it?” So maybe he is going to do the right thing and give her the jumper he brought especially for her, but he’s not going to do so easily. 
“Yeah,” she mumbles, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest to try to bring some warmth to her. 
He stops walking and she stops a few feet in front of him. He hands out his jumper and she quickly snatches it off him to put on herself. 
She sighs when she feels the warmth envelop her as she breathes in Regulus’ scent. 
“You’re the best, you know?” 
“I know,” Regulus says as he grabs her hand again and starts swinging it back and forth making her giggle. He thinks that he’s happy to spend the rest of his life looking after her if it means she’ll look up at him with that cheeky grin she gives him as they keep walking. 
~~~
Regulus likes to take care of her when they go shopping. She needs a new dress for a party on the weekend and Regulus is happy to offer his opinion so he tags along. 
He sits patiently outside the dressing rooms and gives her his opinion every time she comes out in a new dress. 
Even if he says she looks beautiful in everything, Regulus always tells her which one he prefers and when she has finally picked one Regulus pays for it at the counter while she finishes getting dressed. 
“I would have got it,” she grumbles when Regulus hands her the bag. 
“I’m sure you can make it up to me somehow,” he whispers into her ear, sending her a confident smirk as he pulls away. 
She rolls her eyes at him, but still stands onto her tippy toes to press a kiss to the corner of his lips. 
“Thank you darling,” she says and Regulus doesn’t like to admit how his heart skipped a beat at the pet name. 
There’s a few more things she needs to get for around the house, so before they go home so she drags Regulus into the supermarket. He gets the basket and he carries it as she happily puts whatever she needs into the basket. 
When they get to the checkout Regulus puts down two bottles of water that she misses until she’s paid and he is passing it to her. 
“Oh that’s just what I needed, how did you know?” She happily takes the bottle from him as he grabs the grocery bags and brings them down to her car. 
He watches her drink almost half the bottle and smiles to himself. 
She sighs happily as she puts the water back into one of the bags. 
“I swear you know me better than I know myself,” she giggles and Regulus nudges her with his shoulder as they finally spot their car. 
“Just like looking after you, s’all.” 
~~~
Regulus likes to take care of her when they go out for the night. She’s wearing the new dress that she had bought with Regulus on the weekend and Regulus is walking over to zip it up for her. 
She sits on the bed and Regulus is already kneeling down to put her shoes on for her, pressing gentle kisses up along her calf making her giggle. 
He drives them there. He almost always drives when they go out. He’s not a big drinker and he knows she doesn’t like driving at night so he doesn’t mind. 
It also means he gets to look after her, especially on nights like this when she’s a little tipsy. 
“Regulus,” she sighs happily when she sees him sitting in a lounge. 
She sits next to him, her leg on top of his as she leans into him. 
“How much have you had to drink?” He asks, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he looks down at the pretty girl staring wide eyed back at him. 
She shrugs. 
Then she leans her head on his shoulder. 
Regulus squeezes her thigh. 
“Will you bring me to the bathroom?” 
“Of course,” he says, gently moving her leg off his so he can help her up. 
He has a hand on her waist as he walks through the crowd of people at a house that belongs to one of their friends from Hogwarts. But as they get into the thick of it, Regulus trusts her to lead the way and brings a hand to the back of her neck. 
The touch of his long fingers made her body erupt in goosebumps as they rested delicately on the nape of neck, firm enough not to lose her, but still gentle. 
When they got to the bathroom, Regulus stood outside and closed the door. 
“Are you having fun?” He can hear her muffled voice through the bathroom door and can’t help the smile that forms on his lips.
“I am,” he says, letting his back rest against the door. “Are you?” 
“Yeah.” 
Regulus makes a note to grab a bottle of water on the way back. He knows if he offers her some water she’ll decline it. 
“But won’t that sober me up?” She’d ask. 
“Yeah.” 
“Well I don’t want to be sober just yet.”
He’d had that conversation thousands of times so he knew he had to figure out something else. 
He heard the toilet flush and the water from the tap running. He moved away from the door and when she came out she beamed up at him. 
“Regulus,” she exclaimed. He smiled at her. 
“It’s me.”
She sighed as she grabbed onto his hand. 
“I love you,” she said happily, dragging him behind her as she brought him back out into the crowd. 
“I love you, too,” he replied, but he didn’t think he heard her. 
When they made their way back out, someone offered her a drink. Regulus wanted to tell her no. That he didn’t think she should drink anymore because he didn’t want her to throw up, nor did he want her to get alcohol poisoning. But instead, he grabbed an unopened bottle of water and continued to let her drag him back to their place in the lounge. 
Regulus lets her sip her drink. He doesn’t bring attention to the water bottle he’s opening. But he brings it to his lips and takes the tiniest sip as she rambles on about something that someone said. 
And Regulus is listening, but he’s more focused on the way she hands him her drink and takes the water from him subconsciously. She takes a big sip from it and Regulus smiles to himself. 
Eventually she hands him back the half emptied water and takes her own alcoholic drink back. But Regulus thinks it’s progress so he doesn’t mind. 
And she’s all smiles for the next three drinks as well until Regulus starts his car up and she turns to him, suddenly looking pale. 
“I don’t feel great.” 
“Do you want me to stop for some food?” Magically she gains some colour. 
“What are you offering?” She asks. 
“Whatever you want.” He hadn’t started driving yet, still looking over at her and watching a flash of excitement pass through her eyes. Her hands are still in front of her tummy, but she looks considerably better with the idea of food at the forefront of her mind. 
“Do you know what I want?”
“What?”
“Pizza.”
“Pizza it is then.” There was a pizza shop in town that was open until late, it was an extra twenty minute drive but if that was what his girl wanted, then that was what his girl would get. 
Regulus went in and ordered it for her and when he brought it back out to her she squealed as she reached out for it. 
“You’re the best,” she sighed as she took in a deep breath. 
When they got home, Regulus thought he had never seen her eat something so quickly. 
“Thank you Regulus,” she hummed. Her mouth was full of pizza, but Regulus didn’t mind. He liked looking after her. 
When they get home Regulus helps her with her nighttime routine and makes sure to place a big glass of water next to her bedside table as well as a few aspirin. And when she wakes up, he’s already got a few slices of toast waiting for her and he’s already starting on the rest of her order. 
~~~
Regulus likes to take care of her when she comes over to his family’s  house. There’s an unspoken promise that one day this will be their house and Regulus thinks it is that fact that always makes his mind turn to mush. 
It’s why the second they sit down in the lounge room, Regulus is already pulling her onto his lap. There’s not enough room for everyone to sit down anyway and he likes that he can still smell her shampoo. 
It’s why his heart tugs when his mother starts to get dinner ready and she’s standing up to go help. But Regulus tugs on her hand making her turn around and when she does so, he moves his hands to pull her skirt down and realign it because it moved from the way she sat on his lap. 
He watches from a distance as he watches them get everything set onto the table. Regulus wants to go help, but he also wants to wait a minute to appreciate how well they get along. 
But then he watches her try to reach the glasses on the top shelf and Regulus finds himself standing up subconsciously to go help her. 
“Need some help?” He mumbles into her ear. He places a hand on her waist and reaches over her to get the glasses that she couldn’t reach. 
“My hero,” she giggles, leaning into Regulus to place a small peck on his lips. 
For a moment, they both forget that the rest of his family is there, their mind already living in the moment when it will just be the two of them in that house, with their own family. And Regulus likes to think he’ll still be taking care of her, even then. 
~~~
Regulus likes to take care of her after a long day at work. He’s back at her apartment after they’ve both just finished work and he’s already bringing her into his arms and pressing soft kisses to her hairline. 
“How was your day, pretty girl.” He asks as she pulls away to take her coat off. 
“It was so busy Reggie, you wouldn’t believe what happened,” she started and soon he’s trotting behind her as she continues her story about all her meetings and the work she had to catch up on. 
“Did you manage to eat anything in between all of this?” He asks, handing her a glass of water he had poured for her. 
She sits at the table and blinks up at him, her lips unmoving. 
Regulus frowned at her, already knowing the answer. 
“Sweetheart,” he starts, “you have to eat, you know that.” 
“I know,” she starts, sipping her water so she has something to do. “But we’re going out for dinner anyway tonight so it’s fine.” 
Regulus doesn’t think it’s fine. 
“But you need food in between that.” 
“I know,” she grumbles, “I know, I just didn’t have time.” 
Regulus sighs. 
“I had a chocolate bar if that counts?” She adds, sending him an innocent look. 
“So nutritious,” he says sarcastically.  “Well you should eat something before we go out.” They were going out for date night to her favourite restaurant. “Something that’s not chocolate.”
“It’s fine,” she says quickly, “I have to get ready anyway and by the time I finish it will be time to go.”
She’s already getting up to go to her bedroom and get ready to prove her point. 
Regulus’ lips remain in a tight line. 
Regulus watches her getting ready, slowly getting ready with her so they’ll finish at the same time. 
He’s in the bathroom, washing his face when she comes in with her mascara in hand. 
She stands next to him and starts putting it on. They’re both happily sharing the mirror space until she bumps her elbow on Regulus and gets her mascara on her forehead. 
“Ugh,” she groans, “you’re in my way.” 
There’s no malice in her tone and Regulus isn’t offended. But he knows the reason she’s so snappy and so he only passes her a qtip and apologises, pulling her into his side and kissing the side of her head. 
“Sorry, my girl.” 
He’s already ready so he goes downstairs into the kitchen and grabs a small muesli bar to put into his pocket, sitting at her dining table until she comes down. 
And soon she does, shoes in hand as she sits on the chair next to Regulus and passes him her shoes. As he puts them on he asks, “Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
“What am I?” she asks, “five?” Regulus knows she’s only scoffing and grumbling because she’s hungry and probably a little tired from her big day at work, but he just shrugs. 
“You never went when you came home.”
“I think I’d know if I need to go to the bathroom, Regulus.” 
Regulus only shrugs. Patting the flesh on her calf as he finishes putting her shoes on. 
She thanks him and grabs onto his hand as they walk out to his car. 
It was just under a thirty minute drive to the restaurant and when Regulus stops at the third red light, he notices her squirming in her seat. 
“You good?” He asks, shooting her a quick glance. 
“I’m fine,” she whines. 
Regulus knows if he explicitly offers to fix her problems she won’t accept the help, so instead he pulls out the muesli bar he shoved in his pocket earlier in the kitchen and takes a bite of it. 
“What’s that?” She asks and Regulus’ lips quirk upwards at her sudden interest.
“I don’t know, I just found it in your pantry.” He takes another small bite. 
“I don’t remember buying those, let me try it.” She grabs it out of his hand and takes a big bite. 
Regulus is glad. Sure, they will be eating soon but they still have to get there and order and wait for it to come out, and he doesn’t want to deal with her grumpiness until then. 
She pushes her hand into his face so he can take another bite, but he only takes a small nibble. 
He’s happy he’s solved that issue, but she’s still squirming in her seat and Regulus is trying to be a good boyfriend and not ask if she needs to go to the bathroom. 
He doesn’t. He lets her squirm and groan quietly when they hit another two red lights. There’s only five minutes to go, but there’s a gas station they’re passing and Regulus pulls over. 
“What are you doing?” She asks, furrowing her eyebrows over at him. 
“Sorry love,” he apologises, “I need petrol.” 
She nods her head slowly at him. 
“Okay, I’m just going to jump out as well.” 
They both know she’s going to the bathroom and Regulus smirks to himself. So maybe he just got petrol two days ago, but you can never have too much petrol he decides. 
When she comes out, she sighs when they both get back into the car. 
“Feel better?” He asks, wondering how she’ll react. 
“Much.” She settles with, still not wanting to let Regulus know what she had done. Regulus wants to say I told you so. Wants to prove that he knows her better than she knows herself. But they both know that already and he’s happy with that. 
~~~
Regulus likes to take care of her when they wake up in the morning. It’s a Sunday and they’ve slept in. Her legs are draped over his skin and her head is nuzzled into his chest and he doesn’t mean to wake her, but he yawns and he can see her eyes fluttering. 
They spend more time in bed, not wanting to get up. But when her tummy starts rumbling, Regulus asks what she wants and when she decides on pancakes, they’re getting out of bed and making their way to her kitchen. 
She’s flipping the pancakes when Regulus comes up and pats down her hair, putting it in place. She whines. 
“My hair’s a mess.” 
“It’s cute.”
“It needs to be washed.” Regulus doesn’t say anything and so she continues. “I was meant to wash it earlier this week but I never got a chance to.”
“I’ll wash it for you,” Regulus offers without thinking about it. 
“Really?” She asks, genuinely curious. 
“I’d do anything for you, my pretty girl.” 
She’s glad her back to Regulus so he can’t see the effect he has on her. 
That’s how they find themselves in her bath after breakfast has been cooked and eaten. 
She’s humming to herself as Regulus massages her head, lathering in her shampoo. He rinses it out, making sure not to get any soap in her pretty eyes staring up at him.
When he’s done and they’re just sitting in the bath, her back resting against his chest she sighs. 
“You know,” she says, her tone making Regulus smile. 
“Yes?” 
“I do need to shave as well.”
“Do you now?” He teases, knowing he’s going to be the one who ends up shaving her. 
“Yeah,” she sighs as if it’s a burden. 
“Better pass me the razor then pretty girl.” 
She giggles as she does so. The water sloshing around them because of her movements. She’s quick to give him a kiss and say, “Thank you Regulus, you’re the best boyfriend ever.” 
Regulus sighs dramatically as he says, “you’re lucky you’re pretty.” But really, he doesn’t mind. Regulus likes to take care of her. 
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OMG FINAL PART OF YOUNGER YN!!! IM DESPERATE
and here it is, the final part of this series! i have to be honest with you, i’m not convinced of this is the best ending but i hope you enjoy it, let me know your thoughts <3
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ynfan1 STUNNING
conangray they’re not ready
ynfan2 JUST ANNOUNCE THE ALBUM
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harryfan1 if she releases her album the same day as harry’s house istg
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harryupdates “I write about my personal experiences so yeah, there’s going to be songs on this album about the time we spent together, just as there’s going to be songs about other people in my life and stuff I’ve experienced” - Harry about if there’s going to be songs about YN on Harry’s House, via the Howard Stern Show
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harryfan1 i hate stern
harryfan2 as someone who listened to the leak album.. there’s a lot of songs that scream yn
↳ harryfan3 don’t spoil
ynfan1 when is he going to stop bringing her up
↳ harryfan1 maybe when interviewers stop asking about her
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harryfan1 BEST ALBUM EVER
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ynfan1 the songs about yn are the best
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harryfan1 damn
ynfan1 and that’s how the best song on his album it’s about yn
↳ harryfan2 annoying
harryfan2 i don’t know why are people surprised, harry said they were going to be songs about their time together on the album
ynfan2 i wonder how she feels about thisss
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leclerced · 3 months
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thinking about Charles and teammate!gf (she rly needs a name!) being all over each other when they think they’re alone in the back of a dark club after a race but one of the drivers catches them (idk who— maybe Lando? Danny?? someone who’d for sure clown them about slipping up even tho everyone already knew they’ve been fucking for months)
Charles would be annoyed at them for interrupting more than anything as his hands never left her body, too drunk and smitten with her to care that they’d been found out. he just shrugs and smiles stupidly and waves the other driver away so he can go back to kissing his hot girlfriend <3
also I love thinking abt him teaching her French, his accent does things to me so I just KNOW girly would be absolutely dripping hearing him whisper all his dirty thoughts about her in her ear when they’re working and she’s not allowed to touch him. she’d get him back for it later though and have him whimpering underneath her in his driver’s room as she makes out with him and sits on his lap, grinding softly against his cock straining in his racing suit 🤭
help I’m hyperfixating and I need more of your thoughts pleeaaseeee 🫶🏼
im so sorry i saw this when u sent it but i was at work and forgot about it n then got sick and lost it pls forgive me <33 we do need to give her a name!!
max is the one to catch them because the three of them shared a podium together and yet he’s the only one partying as such, so he’s looking for them to pull them into his drinking shenanigans. he finds them in a booth at the very back of the vip section, after searching everywhere else he goes back to the couple he saw out of the corner of his eye while leaving the section earlier, he almost convinces himself it’s not them but then the couple parts for air and she goes for his neck, and max recognizes the blissed out face of his best friend as his head tips back and he moans, and as max gets closer, he realizes that she’s grinding on his lap. he slaps his hand on the table and they jolt apart as he teases, “since when are you two going at it?” as soon as charles sees max he laughs, and just shrugs, “awhile. don’t tell.” and max looks around to the drunk drivers meandering around the club and realizes even if one of them saw, they’re probably all too drunk to realize its the two ferrari drivers getting hot and heavy, or too drunk to remember it in the morning.
charles waves him away with one hand and cups her cheek to pull her in for another kiss with his other hand and max leaves them to it, after taking a photograph of them making out so even if he gets too drunk to remember, he’ll have the photo evidence to remind him in the morning so he can tease charles about it.
he speaks french alll the time around her, not even to her but to anyone who knows french. she never knows what he’s saying so it doesn’t even matter, he’s talking about how bad his race was and she’s dripping for him, like imagine it it happens in an interview, the interviewer speaks french by chance so charles they’re using french constantly. the cameras catch her biting her lip staring straight at him with the neediest look and f1 twit goes crazy for it, like damn girl gets it, she goes crazy for charles speaking french too.
but the dirty talk really gets her, she knows it’s dirty when he leans into her ear in a back hallway and puts his hand on her waist and starts whispering in a low voice all the things he wants to do to her, he’s not even doing anything and she wants to moan for him. anytime they get out of the car, he has a reason to be close to her, pretending they’re talking about the car as he gestures at ir but he’s really saying all the positions he wants to put her in. or telling her how he’d fuck her on the car.
as soon as they have a break, she’s pulling him away to her drivers room and after making out and grinds on him until he’s ready to cum in his suit, then she’d get off on his thigh. he loves when she does that so he’d be so into it, be even more turned on and half expecting her to get on her knees and finish him off like usual, but she leaves him high and dry. later, when he finds her in her garage, she asks him how it feels to be teased?
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So Vogue cover is part of the stunt package but this current stunt is probably not famous enought to be on the cover for US/UK edition so she got italian. She said in that interview something like she’s waiting for the right director to come and give her a role like what, is she that famous to be picky and directors will chase her? She also said she doesn’t have anything planned after March a) H will be stunting with her every other day, yay yay yay!, b) I’m just wondering where that ambitious ready-to-break-the-Hollywood actress has gone or being called Harry Styles’ gf is enough for her and so she will be stunting with him until the contract will end and then what? Idk I lost respect for her because I thought she made this stunt deal to get more famous and boost her career but now she looks like her only job will be being someone’s gf to fill tabloids (and gf harries fantasies). Like after that interview I’m even wondering why H doesn’t tell her to try and get a proper job or he’s gonna end it earlier because what’s the point for stunting with him when she’s doing nothing?
Hi, anon!
I saw. I'm laughing about how there is a stunt package. When you sign on to stunt with H there will be a V*gue cover, there will be vacations with Corden and we'll throw in some pregnancy speculation. How lucrative! This stunt is sponsored by citrus fruit bicycles, Loew*, Plea*ing and Vogue! I'm so tried of stunts, the tangled in brand sponsorships and the desperate for attention beards...
I guess what she gets out of it is attention and she's hoping that will bring her opportunities. Like they'll automatically fall in her lap. She seems a bit directionless, doing both modelling, movies and theater. I would concentrate on one of them if i were her. She seems like a more successful model than an actress. I guess i just don't get the hype around her. She's not that special? She's certainly in no position to be choosy and she isn't going to be headhunted by casting directors if that what she's banking on. I guess we can't expect any different from someone taking the short cut to fame through a fake PR relationship with a higher on the list and closeted celebrity.
What H gets out of it is a "low key" fake relationship after the last disaster, a muse for his album and a beard. I don't think he cares she's jobless, lacks talent, ambition or drive. She's decent at what H needs her to do, which is very little. She's going to be forgotten after they break up like the rest. The attention she's getting now is temporary and she'll have to go back to the grind to make it when they eventually break up. He gave her a platform to shine and it's up to her to take advantage of it. If this is the best she can do, then that's quite telling.
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Ugh I just want to yell at someone about this. So there’s this guy I like bc ofc there is always a guy. And he’s been a good friend to me and I to him, like held each other when crying, talk each other through growth, inspire each other to be better etc etc. Like we are really compatible in a lot of ways and I like a lot of little things about him that reflect bigger parts of who he is. Well we recently sort of have started a friends with benefits type thing, like companionship+. It’s pretty obvious he’s crazy into me like, you can just tell. Well lately we’ve been dancing around the “maybe we should just date” conversation. And I’ve been cautious bc I got out of a long term relationship about half a year ago and I’m not sure I’m ready for all that. And the last few times that this conversation topic has come up this guy has mentioned my weight and how he’s concerned that as a girlfriend I might not be able to keep up with him bc he’s v active or that it bothers him that he can’t pick me up. Well, this time around I called him on it. I told him that while those things might play a part in it, I thought he was actually upset bc I didn’t look the part of someone he wants to be seen with bc being fat isn’t desirable and he doesn’t want to be seen as a dude who’s with a fat chick. And he basically said like I’m not wrong but that obviously I’m a really amazing person and that matters more to him but he’s always been told he could do better then his exs and he doesn’t want to be seen as settling. And I really like this guy. But still I told him (while fighting tears) that if weight was something that important that he needed to be honest and not sugarcoat it and say my personality made up for it bc I’m not going to change. I’m not going to try to lose weight or go on a diet or wear shapewear for him. I told him that I keep dating people who don’t like me and if he’s not crazy about every part of me what’s the point. He basically replied saying that he just wasn’t usually attracted to my type but he really likes me and I told him that it’s fine to have a preference but i would prefer he think I’m beautiful including my body bc that’s the part he’ll be looking at that represents me. And then I told him he can think about what he wants to say but the conversation was upsetting me so I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Which is where I’m at now. I guess my question is…is there anything he can say that makes that thought okay? Like I really like him and he’s good for me on every other front truly truly. I’m good for him too. Is this a deal breaker?
hey!! i'm so sorry to hear this!!!!! i haven't been on tumblr as much lately so i'm not sure when you sent this. i am so sorry this happened to you!!!!!!! i would be SO upset if i were in your shoes & i honestly think you handled this AMAZINGLY. good for you for standing up for yourself, i'm so proud of you and that's so inspiring becuase that's so hard to do. his original excuse of like thinking htat you wouldn't be able to keep up with him is bullshit lol like what does that have to do with anything, like.... is he looking for a gym buddy? or like are you housebound? i dont really feel like that has anything to do with anything.
i honestly dont know what i would do in your situation. its really hard and also really easy to give advice when its not happening to you, like it would be really easy for me to bel ike "tell him to fuck off!!!!" when its not me who likes him and knows him.
i feel like if he apologizes and is really into you and doesn't act embarrassed about you or anything like that and is willing to just be a normal bf/gf and not try to hide you or do anything weird likee that then i woudl probably give him a second chance if i really liked him and he wasn't making me feel bad about myself. but i feel like if he was making me feel bad about myself in any way then it's not worht it to be with him. but also honestly like.... i'm not an expert. all i know is that you deserve a good relationship with someone who loves all of you and your weight is NOT something to feel bad about or for someone to make you feel bad about.
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The detail of Ross holding his hand open for reader to squeeze as she walked past… I’m obsessed. I have 2 things to say.
Ross’s girlfriend in a girl group. They release a song and the lyrics are very much about Ross (talks about his height. How big he is. How GOOD he is in bed). And Matty delights in quoting the lyrics to Ross on stage. I like the idea of Ross posting a pic of him and his gf to ig w a caption related to the song.
My other thing to say is pls can you write a whole blurb ab subtle PDA between u and Ross, similar to the hand open thing bc oh my god that ruined me.
this has so much potential to be another ross universe... much to think about and Ponder hmmmmmm. also initial thingy can be found here! and yes i'll answer both things here
first part: obsessed with this, and obsessed with the thought that you rocked up to a writing session the day after the best sex of your life and went "i have an idea". also obsessed with you having to tell ross about the fact that you've written a song about him (not for the first time, to be fair) and how sexy he is, because if he's not cool with it then it'll go unreleased - he blushes like crazy when he reads the lyrics, but he secretly loves it, and even from a rough demo he's like "no this is a hit you have to release this song babe". i'm not going to attempt to write it, but i'm imagining the lyrics being chock-full of sex references (charli's like "this makes my banana split lyric look TAME" when she hears them), with a lot of them being really quite intricate metaphors and some others just like on the vibe of "yeah i'm getting bent over daily" - george and matty are simultaneously scandalised, jealous of how good these lyrics are ("we've been writing sex shit like this for twenty years and you outdo us with it on your first attempt smh"), and deeply deeply in love with the song and the way it's constructed/performed. as you said, matty (who is a known stan of your band btw) relishes the opportunity to pester ross with the lyrics onstage; when he introduces/credits the band, he starts singing one of the lyrics from it before he says ross's name, and ross just smirks and raises his eyebrows while the crowd go nuts (like i said, ross secretly loves it). and the fans (and your friends) go even more nuts when ross posts a pic of you and him all sexy and ready for date night on insta with the lyrics referenced or paraphrased in the caption - the best thing about it, though, is that he posts it the morning after date night, from bed, where the two of you are curled up sweaty and exhausted after a looooooong moment of ross proving your lyrics right lmao
second part: i think the subtle pda thing started because you and ross didn't make your relationship public until you had been together for a while, for whatever reason, but the nature of your job meant you guys would run into each other at events and you needed a little way to show affection while still maintaining your privacy. little squeezes of thighs under tables, three little tiny taps on the other's hand to say "i love you" when passing drinks to each other, trapping the other's leg between yours under the table to keep them close... a lot of stuff like that. and there were less subtle moments as you got drunker - ross resting his head on your shoulder to snuggle you under the guise of being tipsy and tired, asking about new developments in each other's careers (that you already know about lol) in order to give yourselves excuses to give long "congratulatory" hugs, cheek kisses hello and goodbye that accidentally seem to land on the corners of lips. obviously now you're openly a thing, you don't need to do all that, but the quick little touches are great for red carpets and moments where you have to be a bit more professional as members of your respective groups. but you can't go without touching ross, and he's the same with you - you just love each other too much to let it go unaddressed at any point lol <3
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Okay so here is the deal: I wasn’t going to get in to get this actually extracted till the 24th, but, I have been distressed because the antibiotics weren’t reducing the swelling as well as they were supposed to and it was distressing. Thing is, this extraction is on a 3 root tooth, which means it might come out in pieces and it’ll be harder to get out, but it’ll work. They originally said a root canal could fix it, but I said I would rather have a bone graft so I have a possibility of an implant later. So they said they can fit me in today in 3 hours to do the extraction and bone graft.
Now. A bone graft is around 600 and the extraction itself is around 400 and the examination today was around 100. So. That’s a lot of money for out of pocket. And I had to have all of it ready by 4pm. So I started phone calls, I called dad and he said he’d ask grandpa (I would like you to know now that if none of this was possible I would still get the tooth extracted today cause it’s that upsetting to me but the graft for an implant later was the goal here) but with grandpa he couldn’t send money for a few hours and even then he sends through credit union which takes a bit.
So he’s still sending 300 or so because he’s amazing and I love him, but that means that that 300 is going to pay back my gf who is putting down her card to make up the difference here. So I’ve got around 400 in PayPal and maybe 200 in cash and 300 from grandpa, so babe is making up the difference here. Which isn’t too much thankfully.
I just. Needed someone who immediately could help but also trust me to pay back. Either way. God this would be so much easier if I could get on disability already I could save up myself for things like this every couple of months. Ugh.
Anyways. Once more, saying that the emergency will be taken care of but if anyone’s genuinely invested in helping I will accept that, PayPal link in bio in all that, but I also want to be transparent about costs and stuff, and also that if my fics or funny posts can inspire donations I will never turn that down because at least I do something in this world that brings a smile and that makes me so happy, but I also don’t really have much going for me because of disability so it’s nice when I can get help like that. Pretty much everything I have goes to medical or an occasional switch game if it’s cheap enough to justify it lmao I’m not gonna lie about that but I’m still cheap and get them on sale, usually for under 10$.
So like. Writing and crochet and gaming is my life rn and if I can get past some of these issues I got, exercise can be a huge part of my life again, I miss it so much. But constant head infections this year has made me realize that exercise sucks when you feel bad.
So. Um. I love you guys and you all have made this journey so much easier and I’m so happy to have every single one of you. I’m happy that some of you could help and it’s honestly made a massive difference in this whole situation, and, again, not asking because I can scrape by, it’s just, any help you guys give is always appreciated and used to it’s fullest, like now.
Uh. Yeah. I’m still nervous but way less nervous now that I have a plan, and the graft situation was a bonus that is coming to me from family which is so nice of them to help look out for my future here too. Love them.
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Can you imagine all the catching up they're gonna do? All that hot, sweaty sex they'll be having. And all the pillow talk and vulnerability and Kate is going to keep telling Lucy that she loves her and maybe Lucy will have to shut her up with some more kisses again. And they'll be so happy and in love and they're not gonna be able to keep it all in. I bet Kate is feeling so on top of the world right now, she got the girl! And Lucy is so going to love all the PDA she's gonna get from her ✨gf✨ because now that she's made peace with being out in front of everyone, Kate will not want to let go of Lucy's hand, will always wanna give her a peck on the cheek every chance she gets. They're gonna be insufferably in love and the team is gonna have to look away in embarrassment every time they're in the same room. And wait til they're all alone together. Ooh ooh clandestine makeout sessions at work?? Heheheh
I'm actually a little disappointed they never showed the two of them rejoining the party as a couple in Jane's house where everyone will be like "Ayyy look who's decided to join us! Lovebirds!!" and they will be beaming from ear to ear like newlyweds, accepting congratulations from everyone and Kate will be so attentive to Lucy as she deserves. All the looks they're gonna give each other even when they're apart that says they're saving the best part for when they're alone. And when the day is done, they will go home together, doesn't matter whose place is it, as long as they're together it's home. 😊 And this is all just the beginning, I can't wait to see what's in store for them.
Love love love this lil stream of consciousness (I know you sent it RIGHT after the finale and it really captures the vibe of that moment)
I fully agree with everything you’re saying here. I love how these two have such SIZZLING chemistry and also clearly have so many big beautiful feelings for each other. It would’ve been cool to have seen them rejoining the crowd but alas, we’ll just have to imagine it!!
Also, I’m soooo excited to see their dynamic in season 2 cuz I think it’s going to be familiar but also different from what we’ve seen so far. We got to see it a little bit, I think, in 1x10 when they went on that adorable date. But I’m ready for MORE hehe 🌞🌞🌻🌻✌😎😎✌
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Yall are really overreacting w the charles paps pics that just dropped. Saying it's all fake and he's let fame get to his head?? Like cmon he was in LOS ANGELES Beverly Hills to be exact which is like the Hotspot for celebrities and influencers. paps are everywhere ready to take pictures even of someone who is semi famous or they "think" is famous so that they can sell the pics and earn money. Like im not even kidding my friend got papped while she was leaving a restaurant w her bf in Beverly hills cz they looked really formal and "celebrity" like.
Obviously charles is known. He's the 2nd most famous driver currently on the grid after lewis. Even ONE pap knowing him is enough for his pictures to be clicked. Also I'm not denying that it isnt pr cz that would be a lie. Vegas is coming and the pr for it started LAST YEAR itself. Daniel is rumored to be on the Kimmel show soon. What's that for?? Vegas gp obvs.
Also what's w all the alex hate. Let that poor girl live. It's clear from the pics that she did not wanna be papped also seems pretty obvious that the pap flash did make her uncomfortable. Yall can say oh bt she's pictured in paddock. Yes. That's cz she IS OKAY w that. She'd have given permission FOR THAT. But not for this pap thing.
To say charles has lost passion is just cruel and sad coming from his own fans when we've clearly seen how much he dedicates himself and ends up disappointed because of reasons that are out of his control.
Has he lost hope for this season?? Yes. Wayy back. Might he be having second thoughts about ferrari even though he strictly says he's in it for long haul??? Idk cz idk him and we don't know what's happening behind the scenes. Bt have we ever seen him neglecting this and be like ykw this seasons done let's try next yr?? No that man was p2 last race and p1 at the previous 2 races. Has he lost hope altogether??? No.
I'm not hating on anyone I'm just tryna idk give a viewpoint that's not entirely negative. we can as fans just understand him and not feed into our own doubtful thoughts and turn him into someone we don't like especially if he's not done anything to give us that perception of him. He's been having a frustrating couple of seasons and till now he's always been composed about it bt he's also human and there's only too much he can handle.
All I see in your reaction, it’s being rude and harsh. I’m sad as fan, outside gossiping about his couple you agree or not, to see reaction as this one.
I wasn’t even talking about his couple in the post I tag him. I was talking about his image, my feelings as a fan. Being in a community fan doesn’t mean, nodding your head as sheep. I receive opinions that didn’t saw the things as I’m seeing and it was said nicely.
You’re asking to stop judging his gf, but it’s what you’re doing here with his some of his fans.
You’re living in this Black Mirror episode (that is my fav by the way 😂), where we don’t agree you lost points. It’s the same things. I don’t want to be part of a community like this. I want when we’ve weird feelings for a personality we appreciate, we can discute why. Outside gossips. It’s even about this.
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