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byeoltoyuki · 6 months

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Somewhere only we know

↳ Pairing: Felix x Reader

❧ Genre : Fluff / very slight angst / strangers to lovers / older reader

❧ Words : 2k

❧ Summary : Sometimes, all we need is an escape.

A/N: Honestly I don't know where it comes from. Guess i just needed to write something and this happened.

Some people would say that there was something wrong with you because, still in their opinion, you decided out of nowhere that dating was not your thing. It was so easy to judge without having the full picture; you didn’t blame them, even if sometimes their comments annoyed the crap out of you.

The reality was a little different. Yes, you chose to stay single. But no, it wasn’t decided on a whim. Far from it. The reality was much sadder. You simply stopped believing in love after another failure that had left you bitter, sad and in a dark place. Fortunately for you, You weren’t the kind of person to swallow in pity, therefore after one month of blaming yourself for another failure and mopping around, you decided that there were far more interesting thing to do with your life. Better yet, your happiness didn’t depend on a man.

Far from it.

It was here, at your reach. All you had to do was to reach out and touch.

And you did.

From the moment you decided to take care of yourself, you changed. Improvised trips? A must. Taking cooking classes to improve your life-style? Best thing you had ever done for yourself. Starting learning another language for the sake of self-improvement? Done. Sometimes, just going out for a walk was enough to clear your mind and make you smile.

But apparently, your friends didn’t fully agree with your choice. Especially Changbin. You adored the muscled man, but he was a hopeless romantic, someone who believed in love at first sight, therefore he simply refused your choice. Whenever he could, he would bring the subject on the table and try to argue with you.

Like tonight. You agreed to meet at your favorite bar, having a nice, fresh beer. You had a busy week, deadlines to meet which left you with no choice but to fully concentrate on your work and sacrifice for a little your social life. To some it could seem extreme, but you loved your work and knew that the load of work never lasted.

"I know you don’t want to date, but I promise I have a perfect guy for you." Changbin started, too excited for your liking.

"Not again." You begged. You came here to enjoy your night with him and not to talk about your love life. Or lack of it. "Can we not?"

"But Y/N!" He protested. Changbin grabbed your hand, squeezing it too tightly - sometimes, he forgot that he was really strong. "I swear he’s an amazing guy and definitely someone I can picture you with."

"Bin. I applaud your faith in love, but I’m not interested."

"Just one date. If it doesn’t work out, I promise I drop the subject and never mention it again."

His words made you pause. Just for the sake of your tranquility, you were tempted to say yes. You knew Changbin was persistent and stubborn as hell; he would never give up unless he had a good reason to. But the idea of going to a date with a guy, and a guy you had never met at that, was giving you anxiety.

"Tempting," You admitted. Changbin’s face broke into a smile. Too hopeful. "But still no."

———

Living in a big town was great, for many obvious reasons. Until it wasn’t.

Sometimes, you needed an escape, a place without familiar faces, a place where nobody would judge you, where nobody would question you. With time, you came to realize that your favorite place to go was anywhere by the sea. The scent of sea, the calm sound of waves, the sound of seagulls - it was the perfect escape.

You booked a small room in a hotel by the beach with a perfect view on the sea. Always with the view on the sea; you could watch the sun go down; you could watch the sun rise while drinking a cup of coffee by your window. Perfect scenario.

Tonight, however, you weren’t tired enough to go back to your room. Instead of staying inside, you went for a walk. Despite it being spring and the night being fresh, you walked slowly with your shoes in your hands, wanting to feel the sand under your feet.

You strolled through the beach, walking as close to the water as you could without getting splashed.

The beach was almost empty. There were some people walking and playing with their dogs. Some were couples, walking with their hands intertwined. Some were taking pictures and enjoying the view as you did. But then, your ears picked up the sound of a guitar - without really meaning to, you followed the sound, the sweet melody having you completely bewitched.

A young man was at the origin of the beautiful melody. He was sitting by himself, facing the sea, playing his guitar. You didn’t recognize the song, maybe it was composed by him, maybe not - it didn’t matter, it was lovely.

Without interrupting him, and because you couldn’t resist the pull, you got closer and sat down. You pulled your legs to you to rest your head on top of your knees as you watched the man. You closed your eyes to fully enjoy the moment, every note helping you to relax, to appease your mind.

It took you a moment to come back from your tiny world - you hadn’t realized he had stopped playing until you heard his incredibly deep, smoky voice.

"Hello."

Your eyes snapped open at his voice only to meet the prettiest and brightest eyes you had ever seen. Now that he was facing you, you could see that he was a very handsome and beautiful man, probably few years younger than you. To say that you were stunned would be an understatement.

You cleared your throat, embarrassed. "Sorry. I promise I’m not a creep."

The young man actually laughed heartily and shook his head. "It’s ok, I don’t mind." He looked at you, tilting his head to the side, curious about you. "Moreover, you’re too pretty to be a creep."

Just like that you relaxed and cracked a smile. "Smooth. Very smooth."

"I try to be." He was still smiling at you.

"The song was really pretty, I couldn’t resist." You admitted. Would it be too much if you asked him to play some more? You weren’t the shy type but something about him and about the way he was smiling at you, unsettled you. How long had it been since you felt so confused about a man? How long had it been since the last time you felt such a strong and inexplicable pull? A very long time.

"I’m glad." His gaze slid to his guitar, "Would you like to hear something else?"

Was he a mind-reader, you wondered. You didn’t hesitate as you nodded your head quickly, eagerly. And he obliged.

You watched him carefully, his every move, how concentrated yet relaxed he was while playing, a small smile on his face. You still didn’t know the song, but liked how he played it.

"Did you compose the song?" You didn’t want to interrupt the sweet melody at first. But your curiosity got the best of you. You wanted to know about this talented stranger.

"Yes. I like composing whenever life gets too intense." He admitted, "It helps to unwind."

To that, you could absolutely relate. He had his guitar and music, you, you had your little trips to help you to unwind.

He stopped, stared at his guitar with a frown before sighing, resigned. "I haven’t finished this one yet. Kind of stuck."

"It’s okay. It was still lovely."

He put his guitar to his side and fully turned to you. "Are you from around here?"

"Not really, no." You averted your eyes from his face, feeling incredibly naked under his gaze. His eyes held so much intensity, you felt like he could read right through you; it was disturbing but not in an unpleasant way. You looked at the sea, watching the waves crash beside you. "I tend to come here whenever I need to escape my life."

"A safe place then." He commented

You nodded and averted your eyes from the sea to him. He was watching you, always smiling. His smile was contagious and so genuine, it was heartwarming and also a tad worrisome - because you wanted to see more of it. Maybe you were finally tired enough and weren’t thinking straight.

"Where are you from? If you don’t mind me asking."

Did you want to tell him? There was something about this place, your safe place. You felt at ease and peaceful but if you shared more of yourself, wasn’t it a risk? What if you came to realize that you could meet again, only to realize that this connection disappeared?

Apparently, he could really read through you. "Don’t tell me. I get it."

But did he?

"Whatever happens here, stays here, right?" He got back on his feet, his guitar with him. He got closer to you, hovering over you. He stared at you, his face unreadable which was such a contrast after all the softness and smiles. But you held his stare. Tilting your head to the side, you wondered what he was up to.

"I have a feeling we’ll meet again." He confessed

You doubted, but didn’t contradict him.

"You’ll see."

———

Changbin welcomed you to his little, improvised in the middle of the week, party with a big, warm hug (squeezing the life out of you). You chuckled at his eagerness and hugged him back.

"I missed you!" He complained. He pulled away to look at you and squished your cheeks as if you were a child. Someone forgot you were actually older than him.

"What do you mean you missed me? You saw me last week." You shook your head in feign annoyance, when really, you did miss him a little too. He was a noisy person, but so adorable and lovely, you could only miss him.

"Say you missed me too!" He demanded, furrowing his brows.

Oh boy. "I missed you, happy?"

He flipped the tip of your nose in response. "Very. How was your little trip?"

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him about how interesting it turned out but no words left your mouth as a very familiar melody started somewhere in the room. You forgot all about your friend’s presence, your eyes searching the room in hope to see a familiar face.

"You’re ok?" Changbin asked, noticing your odd behavior.

"Ye-yeah." But were you? It couldn’t possibly be him, could it? "Do you know who’s playing the guitar?"

Changbin glanced at someone hidden in the crowd, a tiny smile spreading on his lips. "Yes. It’s Felix. Remember the guy I wanted to introduce you to? That’s him."

Your breath quickened. No way. There was no way it could be the same person, you told yourself over and over again.

Changbin giggled beside you, put his hands on your shoulders and turned your body so you could see Felix. You couldn’t not see him. Him and his guitar. Him and his sweet smile. Him and his blond hair. The same guy, you thought you would never see again. The same guy that was supposed to stay just in your memory.

But he did warn you you would meet again, didn’t he?

"Want me to introduce you to him?" Changbin asked, curious with how quiet the simple sight of Felix got you.

You looked at your friend and then back at Felix. Did you want to? Changbin, apparently knew what you wanted better than you. He grabbed your hand and made you follow him, to meet Felix.

You expected Changbin to introduce you, but no. He winked playfully at you and left you by yourself near the couch where Felix was sitting. The traitor. You forgot all about your plans and threats, the moment Felix stopped playing and raised his head to look at you. A blinding smile spread on his face at the sight of you. Without even realizing it, you mirrored his smile, followed by an incredibly lame "Hi."

Felix rose from his place and joined you, his guitar long forgotten. "Told you we’ll meet again."

And you found yourself not minding it at all.

#stray kids #stray kids fic #lee felix #stray kids x reader #felix x reader #stray kids fluff #drabble #somewhere only we know

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rubber-ducky143 · 1 month

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College Trip!!

A/N: Hello, sorry I’ve had a MASSIVE lack of writing recently!! Things have been crazy lately! I just finished testing last week and I’m hoping I can write a lot more. I’ve also had a huge lack of sleep recently (about 6 hours per night) but I've been making it through even if all I want is to close my eyes! I’m also working on SOO much right now but just don’t have motivation.. Anyways, I hope you like this :3

Inspo: Last night, I was at a hotel and a video from Caryn & Connie inspired me to do part of this story as well!! Video here :3

Warnings: Fluff, drinking, anxiety(?), that’s it I think lmk if I missed anything :)

Pairing: College Roommate!Felix x M! Reader

Word count: 1545

It was late at night, maybe 9 or almost 10 o’clock. You were sitting at your desk, waiting for your roommate, Felix, to come back. Where had he been? You had absolutely no clue. He could’ve been in a jungle for all you knew. And for all you cared frankly. At this moment in time, you were so tired you just wanted to close your eyelids and fall asleep but something in your body forced you to stay up and wait for that stupid, attractive, blonde man. You wished you hadn’t been paired with him for roommate at times but, at other times, you enjoy it. Like the time Jisung came over and you three drank to your heart’s content and played lord knows how many rounds of the best game of truth or dare you can recall.

You rub your temples with your index fingers and sigh. It was only mere moments that had passed when your dorm’s door burst open. It shocked you enough to lift some drowsiness off of your sleep-lacked brain.

“Hey, sorry I’m so late.. I got so caught up in time.. I almost forgot to come home.. And almost passed out.. On the couch..”

He sounded out of breath. The one who came clearly running through your door was no other than Felix. Or so you hoped. Who else would have the key-card to your room besides you, Felix, and possibly the main office? Also, no one else had a voice as deep and soothing as your roommates, therefore, it only made since that it was him.

“Hey, no worries.. Honestly, if you had gotten here any later, I would've passed out myself.. What were you doing, anyway? Normally, you’re here before sun down..”

Felix hums in acknowledgment, removing his bag from across his torso and hanging it up on a little shelf you both (and friends) made about 3 or 4 years ago. He sighs and stretches, raising his hands into the air and leaning to the side and then to other.

“Hyunjin thought it be a good idea to have a game night and since this week has been full of end-of-the-year testing, I wanted to spend time with my friends and celebrate the end of those brain-wracking tests..”

You nod your head, allowing him to continue. “I didn’t know I was gonna pass out after seeing who could chug a bottle of vodka down faster..” You dumb-smack your face and rest your elbow on the table in front of you. “You.. cease to amaze me.. You know that, right? Who chugs a bottle of voldka at like 10 at night? At least do it around midnight..” “And you’re encouraging me, why?” “Not sure.. Anyways, I’mma go to bed.. We can hang out tomorrow if you have no plans, yeah?”

Felix hums and nods his head.

“Yeah, I’m free. We can go to that double-decker bus bar that opened a few weeks ago. It sounds really fun..”

You nod and force a drowsy smile. With that, Felix pulls you in for a hug with one of his arms and hugs you sideways before letting go and heading to the bathroom to shower.

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------You stretch after being let go and crawl into the comforts of your sheets and comforter along with an army of squishmallows, pillows and other stuffies you refuse to let go of. You rest your head on your fluffed up pillow and close your eyes. It feels like 2 seconds when your roommate comes out with a white, soft towel around his waist. He runs to his dresser, grabs what you assume to be a pair of boxers, a pair of some sort of bottoms, and a shirt of some kind. You couldn’t tell. Fairy-lights only emit so much light!

After a few more minutes of trying to sleep, Felix comes back out of the bathroom wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He ruffles your hair before going to bed himself.

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The next morning, you wake up and lay in bed for an extra 30, 40 minutes. Once you finally actually get out of bed, you change into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. You waddle over to yours and Felix’s mini fridge to get some eggo-waffles and heat them up in the toaster that you use so often it isn’t even funny anymore.

You sit at your desk and enjoy the 2 waffles that are still semi-cold. Who are you to blame your toaster that you’ve had for almost 5 years? Maybe it was time to get a new one?

While caught up in your thoughts about a toaster, you don’t realize Felix snatch a waffle off the paper towel you had placed down until he spins the sitting part of your chair around, snapping you out of your thoughts and noticing the now half-eaten waffle in his hand. “Felix! What the flip!”

Felix laughs and eats the waffle as quickly as he can before you can tackle him and rip it out of his hands.

You sigh and give it up, your body draped over his back as he hunches over on your bed. He originally hunched over to scoff down the waffle he stole from you but now, he’s just hunched over because you haven’t gotten off him yet. Not that he’s complaining. He being who he is, he’d be more than happy to have your body - or any one of his friends or family’s bodies in contact with his.

“You wanna get ready to go to that bus-bar?” He asks, breaking the soothing silence between you both.

“Yeah, sure.” You get off Felix’s back and he stretches after sitting up on his knees. You both get ready for the day. You put on one of the most classy outfits you know you own. A pair of ripped blue jeans, a white t-shirt that may or may not be your roommates considering the small yet noticeable size difference. You have a black sweater that has lighter holes and just holes in general. It’s been in your wardrobe since you were like 12 or 13. You still love it to this day and thank your past self for loving oversized clothes. You wear a black pair of messed up converse and some white ankle-high socks. You, of course, also have your own cross-body bag with all your own essentials and more things you probably haven’t seen for months. Felix wears something similar. A white t-shirt, just as big as your own, blue jeans but not as ripped, white socks, and a pair of converse for himself. He also has a jacket. It’s just a blue hoodie, nothing special.

“You ready?”

You nod at your roommate's question and quickly check to make sure you have everything before leaving for your car with your roommate by your side.

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After about 10 minutes of driving (and being a little lost downtown), you finally make it to the double-decker bus that was turned into a bar and hang-out place. You and your roommate go into the bus and order a few drinks. Many other college students are there, enjoying themselves.Felix wraps his arm around your lower back to keep you safe in fear of you being taken away by some drunk person that wants to use you.

After a few hours of sticking side by side and drinking a few glasses, you both go outside and sit on one of the many benches that was outside. You and Felix sit outside, resting in each other’s embraces because both of you are most likely too drunk to drive.

“Hey, Felix? How’re we gonna get home..?”

“I can call Chan or Lee Know if you want..?” You nod and almost fall asleep due to being so drunk. Felix calls Bang Chan and Lee Know so one of them can drive you both back to the dorms with your car and the other can drive the one who drove you both with your car back to their dorm. (Did that make sense?)

About 15-20 minutes later, Lee Know and Bang Chan come out of a car to bring you and Felix home.

Bang Chan ends up bringing you both home. He decides to stay for a while to make sure you both don’t die or something.

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The next morning, you wake up on your bed, Felix in his, and Chan on this floor. You blink to try to remember what happened and fail miserably. You rub your eyes and sigh.

Just can’t wait for the migraine..

You think to yourself. Just great. As much as you loved spending time with your bestfriend and the light of your world, you wish his mind wasn’t all drinking. Or mostly drinking. Sure, it was fun every once in a while, but the aftermath of it was terrible.

You stumble out of your bed, tripping on Chan’s leg in the process, and lay down with the still sleeping sunshine on the opposite side of the small dorm room.

You lay there, head on his chest that was peacefully rising and falling. You put your wrist under his neck and rest there instead of your own bed, by yourself. It was much warmer and it relieved the pain of your migraine by a smidge.

#felix #straykids #leeknow #minho #chris #chan #bang chan #felix x male reader #kpop #kpopxmalereader #male reader #fluff #c&c #caryn&connie #blondie w freckles

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ask-the-royal-absol · 1 year

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*The Zoroark prepares herself, hand glowing an odd pink. Swirls of other hues of pink are seen inside of it and she looks towards Destino.*

Mistress Mirage: So, a few things before we go through this. One: This power I’m going to gift to you can be used whenever you like. Very much a free transformation, if you will. However, the more you use it, the more tired you will become. I’d suggest pacing yourself. As much as you’ll probably claim to be, you’re not an expert when it comes to illusions and transformation.

Destino: I’m sure I’ll be fine. What’s the worst that could happen? I get a little tired?

Mistress Mirage: May I remind you that the place you’re going to is filled with those fairy types? And if you use my power to the point of exhaustion, you could transform back into your true form without your control. Therefore, they’ll discover your true identity.

Destino: Hm. Fine, guess I will pace myself. *Destino shrugs.*

Mistress Mirage: Two: Your form will not exactly match the Pokémon you are going to become. With your lack of aura control, it makes things more complicated for my power to make your transformation perfect. So you may want to come up with an excuse for why you look different. Don’t want Pokémon to be suspicious.

Destino: Bullshit my way through this. I’m doing that every day of my life. Come on, you expect that to be a challenge for me?

Mistress Mirage: I suppose our relationship did prove that you could lie about yourself for a long period of time. Three. Now this is really important so I need you to actually listen to this. This doesn’t mimic the Pokémon’s abilities they can learn or their moves. You’ll need to be wary of using your moves around other Pokémon, especially if the Pokémon can’t learn the moves you can learn.

Destino: Sure. Speaking of, what Pokémon will I become? They better be as attractive as I am.

Mistress Mirage: Not sure but it’ll be a Pokémon linked to your ancestry and something fairly close to your body type.

Destino: My ancestry? I thought you’d just let me transform into anything.

Mistress Mirage: You’ll only be allowed one transformation. Perhaps if you’d taken lessons in aura control, you could use more than one transformation.

*Destino thinks back to that little bell guy. They hated when others were right about something.*

*The power that was going into Destino felt amazing. Truly amazing. Like a river, it flowed into them. It swelled inside of Destino, continuing to grow and grow. Destino had no idea Mistress Mirage held this much power. It was enchanting. Irresistible. Addicting. Destino wanted more and more.

And more!

And…

No…

That’s a lot of power...

Some bodies can only take so much before it becomes too much. Destino’s body begins to cry out. No more! No more! It was just too much! The pain surged through, engulfing their body.

If you were in the Underdark forest that day, the only thing you would have been able to hear is the sound of the Prime screaming in pain and agony. A scream that tore through whatever silence may have been there. A scream Destino had never made in their life before. The pain was too strong. Felix hurries to their friend as Destino begins to collapse, vision going dark.

Felix: Destino?!

Mistress Mirage: Oops, did I forget to mention how much pain you’d be feeling? How silly of me. *the malicious smile on her face spoke of how much she was enjoying this.*

#pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokemon askblog #pokemon oc #ask blog #ask the royal absol #pokeask #ask #destino the absol #absol #pokemon absol #mistress mirage #dusk the zoroark #s #mistress mirage you gotta stop having an overwhelming amount of power #that just ain’t good for anyone

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medunotes · 2 years

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The Power of Unity - VBS Event Story Ch. 1 A Little Hint

Hello! I haven't seen any translations for this event story yet, and since we might be getting another VBS event soon, I wanted to try translating it for the VBS fans who want to keep up with the story!

Feel free to send any critique and corrections my way.

Translations are under the cut.

Shibuya Park

Akito, Touya:

『————！』

An, Kohane:

『————！』

Akito:

(...Even though we’ve been practicing since this morning, everyone’s still full of energy)

Akito:

(Like I thought, we're still affected by that)

Unknown

Nagi:

♪————————！！

Ken, Taiga:

『♪————————！！』『♪——！！　——！！』

Akito:

(...That kind of intensity from a video.)

Akito:

(You can find "events where good singers gather together and put on a show" all over the world but...)

Akito:

(RAD WEEKEND...is different.)

An:

Ah~~~I’m exhausted.

Kohane:

Hah……Hah…….We’ve been singing all morning.

Touya:

Yeah, we should take a break.

An:

Yeah! But…we can’t get tired out from just this much

An:

My dad and his friends could sing all day without breaking a sweat, we’ve got to keep practicing to get stronger.

Kohane:

Un! We can do this!

Akito:

……

Akito:

(Getting stronger is a given, there’s no denying it. On top of that we have to refine our pitch and rhythm.)

Akito:

(But is it really okay to carry on as we have?)

Akito:

(Truthfully in that place, hard-working, talented, top-class musicians were assembled,)

Akito:

(But in order to surpass RAD WEEKEND, I can’t help feeling like we’ll need more than just talent.)

Unknown

Nagi:

♪————————！！

Nagi:

Now next up— RUST! Take us away!

RUST:

♪——！　——！　——！！

Nagi:

Then after that, GLaP day! You guys keep your voices going, you hear?!

Nagi:

Now for our final event, of course it has to be our---

Nagi:

RADder!!

Akito:

(If we want to surpass RAD WEEKEND, we’ll have to exceed that wild energy.)

Akito:

(But something like that can’t just be produced so easily.)

Akito:

(In fact, I’ve seen events held by musicians who are on Ken-san’s level, but none of them felt like they could surpass the intensity of that event.)

Akito:

(At the time all the teams participating in RAD WEEKEND were clashing to try to become the only one at the peak.)

Akito:

(That wasn’t any ordinary enthusiasm….. Teams colliding together created an “Atmosphere of Lifting Each Other Higher”)

Akito:

(If that’s the case, to surpass RAD WEEKEND we’ll have to—)

Touya:

—Akito?

Akito:

Hm? Ah, what is it?

Kohane:

Um, we were talking about having lunch at Meiko’s cafe.

Kohane:

Last time we were there Len said “he wants us to visit when we have the time.”

Akito:

Ah, now that you mention it he did say something like that. Then, shall we go to Meiko’s cafe?

An:

I wonder if Len needs us for something.

An:

Well, we’ll know when we get there! Let’s head over there to take a break!

Kohane:

Yeah!

Akito:

……

Street Sekai Crase Cafe

Len:

Therefore--

Len:

Let’s organise our own event!

Rin:

Let’s do it! Let’s do it!

Miku:

What do you mean by “Therefore”?

Rin:

Eh??? We just explained it!

Len:

RAD WEEKEND was so awesome, we were thinking about organising an event too!

Luka:

Ahaha, The both of them are totally fired up.

Miku:

I understand how you feel. That video was seriously amazing.

Meiko:

That’s still pretty surprising. I was wondering what was going on when you called all of us over.

Kaito:

Yeah it’s a little surprising. But organising an event sounds like fun. I'll support it.

Luka:

I’m in favour too~ It would be nice if all of us sang together once in a while~

Len:

You see! Kaito and Luka think it's a good idea!

Rin:

Miku and Meiko should take part too! If all of us sing together it will be so much more fun!

Miku:

Sure, sure

Akito:

Yo, We’re here to grab something to eat.

Kohane:

Good afternoon. Hm? Everyone is here today.

Len:

Ah, Nice timing you guys!

Rin:

Listen to this! We’re talking about organising an event!

An:

An event?

Len:

Yup! After watching the RAD WEEKEND video with you, we were thinking of making an event just like that!

Touya:

That sounds great. Will you be doing it here?

Len:

Yup! I’m thinking of holding it on the terrace! We have all the equipment, there’s plenty of space, and lots of seats too!

Meiko:

Hey, you haven’t asked me about using the cafe yet. Well I guess there’s no helping it. Make sure you clean up afterwards okay?

Rin:

Yay! Let’s get pumped up everyone!!

Luka:

Woo~

Akito:

(An event, huh)

Kohane:

Fufu, I’m happy for the both of them.

An:

But still, Hosting an event huh…That brings back memories

Touya:

Memories? What do you mean?

An:

Actually a long time ago, after seeing RAD WEEKEND, I also thought “I want to do an event!”

An:

I was eagerly gathering my friends and acquaintances to do it!

Akito:

Did you really manage to do it?

An:

Yeah!...Kind of. At the time I didn’t have enough experience or skill.

An:

It wasn’t a complete flop, but it wasn’t what I imagined it to be.

An:

After that I spent some time thinking. First I had to get team mates like my dad, then after we practiced a lot together, we’d take on the challenge again!

Kohane:

Oh I see!

Touya:

As expected of Shiraishi, you’ve even hosted your own event.

An:

It’s not that big of a deal. We just got the word out, booked a location, rehearsed and did it!

Kaito:

So that’s how it was! It sounded like a lot of fun.

Kaito:

—Ah! That’s right.

Kaito:

Since we’re going to hold an event, why don’t you give organising one a shot too?

An:

Eh?

Len:

Yeah! Right now you have Kohane and the rest, and you’ve practiced a whole lot. You’ll be able to hold a great event for sure!!

An:

That’s true… I thought we’d have wait until we were good enough as a team, but this time it’s possible we could pull it off.

Akito:

Yeah… I think holding our own event is a good idea.

Akito:

At the very least this should give us a “hint”.

Touya:

A hint? What do you mean, Akito?

Akito:

I was thinking about RAD WEEKEND earlier.

Akito:

It wasn’t just “An event put together by talented teams”

Len:

Eh? Really?

Rin:

I thought that getting a bunch of really good singers would make a really good event.

Akito:

Well, of course being skilled is important. But that’s not enough to make an event like that.

Akito:

What made RAD WEEKEND legendary, without a doubt, was that “atmosphere.”

Kaito:

“Atmosphere?”

An:

Ah, I totally get it.

An:

It was really amazing. Everyone was singing so intensely… you could say it was like they were risking their lives.

An:

I’ve gone to lots of events organised by people who are as skilled as my dad but, if we’re talking about surpassing that atmosphere, I don’t think any of them even come close.

Kohane:

So that electrifying feeling, it comes from the teams clashing together with all their might?

Touya:

…That seems like it. On top of that, there was also a sense of unity. As though they were all trying to reach the same goal.

Akito:

Yeah. I was thinking the same thing.

Akito:

The teams that took part in RAD WEEKEND all became one, that’s why they could give birth to that atmosphere.

Akito:

I don’t know how we’ll be able to create that atmosphere, but if we make our own event, we might be able to grasp something.

Touya:

I see.

An:

If that’s how it is, then I’m all for it! There are lots of things we won’t know until we try!

Kohane:

Un! That’s right. I’m a little nervous but…I want to give it a try!

Touya:

Then we’re all in agreement.

Akito:

Then we’ll start moving from here, shall we?

Rin:

Let’s have a double event! In this sekai and in your world!

Luka:

Oh that sounds good. I’m getting really excited already.

Meiko:

Hold on everyone, there’s no need to rush.

Akito:

Ah. But we’ve already decided what we’re going to do—

Stomach grumbling sounds

Miku:

Just now…was that the sound of someone’s stomach?

Kaito:

It wasn’t me!

An:

Wasn’t me either.

Rin:

Hm?

Touya:

Sorry. I must have been hungrier than I thought.

Akito:

Touya…

Meiko:

Fufu, you all have such healthy appetites, don’t you? Well then, why don’t we have some lunch?

An:

That’s right! We can talk more about the event afterwards.

Kohane:

Un! Ah, but I have afternoon practice with Taiga-san

Touya:

We’ll find another day to discuss it then. Is that okay with you Akito?

Akito:

Sure.

Akito:

(If we’re going to do it, we won't let the result be half-assed.)

Akito:

(We’ll definitely grasp the true nature of that atmosphere.)

#project sekai #shinonome akito #aoyagi touya #shiraishi an #azusawa kohane #project sekai translation #vivid bad squad

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ss3890 · 2 years

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20-Day Deity Challenge courtesy of @broomsick: LINK

I’ve been thinking about this one for a day or so now, listening through my expansive pagan playlist for one that clicked. This one came on and I was like Ooh, yeah. This one feels right:

Bergatrollets Friari by Cesair: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajCsa2XTGxY

Thing is, I couldn’t understand a damn thing they’re singing about. I had no idea what the title meant - I just knew that the sounds they were making felt amazing and hit me in all the right ways. The drum beat, the tempo, the melody, the climaxes...it makes me feel powerful and want to dance - which is something I tend to do when I’m feeling particularly spiritual.

So I investigated the lyrics, translated them, and felt a little...conflicted? Because the sound felt so good, but the lyrics and the story they told gave me pause. Was this really what I wanted to devote to Hecate?

So I kept listening to it. I gave it some serious thought throughout the day yesterday, and I realized that yes...this song is actually very fitting for my experience with, and relationship to, Hecate.

Bergatrollets Friari, also known as Herr Mannelig, is a Swedish folk ballad telling the story of a female mountain troll trying to who a young human male. She offers him many fine and beautiful gifts, but he refuses because she is not a Christian woman: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herr_Mannelig.

It can be implied here that the mountain troll is symbolic of a woman who is pagan, heathen, a ‘wild woman’ - she is not Christian and therefore not of the current mainstream...and in spite of the wealth she can offer, the man rejects her.

A lot of us who identify as pagan, heathen, and wild women have experienced rejection for our nature many times over. I know I have, and while this ballad is in regard to a romantic love, I think it can apply to other and all types of relationships as well. Familial, Social, Platonic - right along with the Romantic.

The rejection hurts. It’s painful. It makes us angry and sad and separates us from the rest - pushes us to the fringes of society - or causes us to subdue ourselves and what we are to blend in and get by. Thing is, though? Hecate LOVES people like us, and we love her in return - because she is our champion and reflects what we are as good and right, when society at large tells us we are wrong.

A DEEP KNOWING IN THE BONES:

I had the privilege of growing up in a rural town, without close neighbors, with access to forest when the internet was in its infancy. I practically LIVED outside - running around barefoot, crawling on my hand and knees, climbing trees and wading through muddy brooks and cool mosses. My brother and I would be off playing in the woods for hours and our parents never cared because they knew we were around somewhere and would come back when we were tired or hungry. We never felt afraid, were never threatened, and always, always, felt comfortable in those wild places around the home.

There were old skidder trails that ran behind the house. We had a ‘road’ we would follow in order to find our sacred place - The Mossy Grove. We always followed this path and no other - even when there were other options to take. At the first fork (crossroads), we would go right and never left. Never left, for reasons we did not know.

The one time I did go left, later in life when I was no longer a small child, just to see what was there. I didn’t get very far before something felt wrong. My whole body responded to something I could not see and for the first time in my life, I understood what it felt like to be frightened of the woods. I knew what it was to feel vulnerable...and promptly got the fuck out of there and never, ever, went back that way again. There was something watching over us as children, keeping us safe and secure, and there was something watching over me then - warning me of something I needed to avoid.

We’d walk through a glade of beeches and come to a grove of evergreens that closed in tightly around the trail. They always freaked me out a little bit. Couldn’t see around you at all, just had to tip your head up and move through them with a blind faith that you’d come out on the other side.

And when you did, you were met with the most beautiful moss-and-mushroom filled glade I have ever seen. This was our secret eden, a sacred wild ground that we cherished with our whole being. We were as much a part of the forest as it was a part of us.

But we would often get pulled from the mosses and the water and the trees and be forced to sit in someone else’s sacred space, made up of rigid pews and rules and strangers that wanted us to be something we were not.

No matter how many times they tried to make us fall in line, we never did. We didn’t care about their Christian stories or their rules or their sacred book. It never resonated, never took root in us, and both of us are still inherently heathen to this day. The wild was in our hearts from the very beginning, and it refused to be snuffed out.

At that time, resources on paganism were hard for a young person like me to find and there was no guidance from any family members or friends. I just knew I was different, other - though it took me many, many years to fully understand why and find communities and resources that solidified and supported that knowing.

Still, I embraced what I was. When I began to express my otherness in conversation, I was met with resistance and judgment. I’ve had once-loving people stop talking to me entirely. I have constantly been criticized for being too stubborn, head-strong, and aggressive - untamable. Traits that would be applauded if I had a phallus between my legs.

I was never an obedient, demure christian woman, and a lot of people have taken issue with that at various points in my life. It’s an interesting thing, to be considered too much and not enough all at once. But that rejection only served to make me fierce and angry and more self-assured - because I knew all the amazing things had to offer to the world and to those who could appreciate my nature. I inherently knew my worth in spite of everything.

I soon discovered Hecate and recognized myself in her - that dark, powerful, and wild feminine - and if those traits could be embraced within a goddess, then they could be embraced within myself as well.

I realized I had always walked in her wild realm, along her crossroads, and liminal spaces - it just took me a little while to recognize it in a world that has tried very hard to snuff her out. And through all those little underworlds of pain, trauma, and rejection I moved through, she was there beside me to help me realize my own power. That’s what Hecate does for us - she helps us find our power by facing and owning the deep wounds within us.

Today, I am loud and proud. I show off my symbols, post to social media without fear of criticism, speak honestly, and carve out a place for myself in wider society whether they want me to or not - and in doing so, I have seen other wild women come out from the shadows and reveal themselves to me, bolstered by my own shameless confidence to embrace their true selves in turn. In good Hecatean fashion, I am happy to act as a guiding light for others to find their way.

SO, BACK TO THE SONG ALREADY. WHY CHOOSE THIS ONE?

Because in the way Cesair has composed this rendition, it is deeply powerful in spite of singing of rejection. Those drum beats drive me to get up and dance. The tempo and twirling of voices and notes charges my blood and makes me feel solid in my power, and I face the fact that in spite of the many gifts I can give to someone, sometimes it is simply not enough in the face of my wild nature - but I stay wild all the same, embracing that scorn and rejection like a badge of honor, because I refuse to make myself lesser to in order to take the easier route in life.

Herr Mannelig and his ilk can go fuck themselves, because someone like my husband is inevitably going to come along and appreciate all those fine gifts I can give him, all while knowing full well I’m a half-feral mountain troll and loving me all the same - if not more so.

So I devote this song, and those feelings it evokes, to my goddess - because she is the one who has helped me understand that what I am and the inner power I hold is rooted in her divinity and it is something to be uplifted and celebrated, even when the world at large often refuses to do so.

Power through pain, my friends. Power through pain. 🤘🏻

#20 day deity challenge #witchery #witchcraft #paganism #hecate #divine feminine #dark goddess #self-confidence #self-worth #bergatrollets frieri

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hi, art, my love!! first of all thank you so much for the sweet treat you just posted. I have so many things to say but to start, I want to say that this drabble made me realize how open and carefree our lovely oc has become around jungkook. it makes my heart ache so much imagining how much courage they must've gathered to show jungkook their messy, unpredictable, uncensored, and vulnerable side of them considering how they've been independent for so long.

second is, it's such a refreshing experience being able to view oc in jungkook's lenses. eyes that twinkle with eagerness fluttering shut; you pull away with smacking sound, giggly and bubbly, might be his favorite version of you; you're so pretty, everywhere, even when naked and bare. no especially. it's all he can think about. those are just a few that I could recount at this moment but even in the silliest, simplest, or even most risqué moments of oc, he is still talking about them in a lovesick way - his heart is hopelessly pierced, chest bleeding with so much love, and the arrow is oc's existence itself.

third, I would like to talk about the moment where oc whining about them running out of protection and them abruptly wanting out of the car because they saw a cart of their favorite snack. really. jungkook, I understand you now. oc is such a stubborn and I could say even more spontaneous than him and how kook put up with that and seeing it as just oc being oc is such a... I have no idea how to put it into words but you know how most guys (or people) would consider that being immature and wanting their partners to change and seeing such traits as a flaw just because they aren't like that? I don't know, it's just crazy for me to see such a small thing like that possible in a relationship.

fourth is... "he turns around, and he knows it's going to sound extreme silly, but damn, you make his life feel like a movie - because you're jogging towards him, and the universe begins moving in slow motion." art, when I tell you that I fell in love with you at this moment, I mean it! as someone who likes to read, the format of how you wrote it, literally made everything play out inside my head so vividly that I could see it and describe every little things inside that moment. I love how you use words to paint a picture but at the same time you remind us that we are inside jungkook's brain and that this is the pov of this certain character. also, the cuts of every scene and how you continue it with a different scene but without us getting lost. like really, you even do that with flashbacks such as the lost key in the ocean drabble, it's just so amazing how it felt like you are holding my hand with a tight grip as we both travel into someone's library full of their memories and you are the librarian that guide us throughout. you get me? I hope it makes sense hahsha!

lastly, I could say that oc is right, being one dimensional is boring, but being different things all at once is sexy. I am personally, have interests that are in different ends of spectrum and with all these aesthetics and stuff going on with people my age, I struggle to really know who I am because I like a lot of things therefore, I couldn't really find an aesthetic that fits for me. But oc made me realize that maybe it's okay to not fit in, or just be me and maybe, make your own.

I'd like to end this review/long message with a song recommendation by beadbadobee called "lovesong". It reminded me of the in which couple as it talks about devotion, connection, as well as longing and missing your lover constantly. I just think that the lyrics describes them so much. I hope you enjoy it!

I would never get tired of expressing my gratitude for sharing this little adorable and gut-wrenching story with us. I hope the universe would always be nice to you and give you all of the things thwt makes you happy!

🦢⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

hello my sweet swan anonie 🥺🩷 i’m sorry for getting to this so late, i wanted to read your thoughts in my free time so i could take it all in <3

first!! 😭 you’re already making me cry from the start lol god this is so true :( oc really took a gamble on jungkook and bared theirself to him </3 oc must be protected at all times i do make the rules !!!!!

second!! hehe i’m so relieved to hear that 🥺 i was worried that it would feel off or boringhdjskdjfdjkf but it was really so much writing from his pov!!!

his heart is hopelessly pierced, chest bleeding with so much love, and the arrow is oc's existence itself.

🥲🥲🥲 i’m so emotional. you said it so perfectly!!!! cupid found jobless due to oc’s charms LOL

third!! jungkook, I understand you now. oc is such a stubborn and I could say even more spontaneous than him. lmaoooo idk if i said this answering an ask or in a drabble but jungkook definitely met his match in spontaneity in oc and it’s been interesting writing about this dynamic 😭

how kook put up with that and seeing it as just oc being oc is such a... I have no idea how to put it into words but you know how most guys (or people) would consider that being immature and wanting their partners to change and seeing such traits as a flaw

our kook is just so hopelessly in love ☹️ loves oc for everything that they are and as someone who’s spontaneous aswell he loves that oc is so unpredictable sometimes looool. i remember someone pointing this out too !! after the drabble where oc lost his car keys went out lol and considering this was set in 2018 and that one in 2023… 🥹 i won’t start talking bcs then i won’t stop </3

fourth!! art, when I tell you that I fell in love with you at this moment, I mean it! 😚😚😚

I love how you use words to paint a picture but at the same time you remind us that we are inside jungkook's brain and that this is the pov of this certain character.

thank youuuuu oh my god this is honestly something i’m very conscious about when i’m writing 🥺 as much as possible i really want those pictures i describe to feel alive !!!

also, the cuts of every scene and how you continue it with a different scene but without us getting lost. like really, you even do that with flashbacks such as the lost key in the ocean drabble, it's just so amazing how it felt like you are holding my hand with a tight grip as we both travel into someone's library full of their memories and you are the librarian that guide us throughout.

ohhh my god this makes me so happy to hear you have no idea thank you 😭🩷 trying to connect scenes seamlessly is not easy like generally i imagine it like a movie but it’s not really the same with writingsjdhfjfhjf and yeah what the hell it totally makes sense that’s literally the vibe i’m going for with the entire series !!!! 🥹🥹🥹 i could kiss you rn for real

But oc made me realize that maybe it's okay to not fit in, or just be me and maybe, make your own.

this warms my heart so much 🥺 i think having your own identity instead of fitting yourself in a mold is so important to live a happy life. humans are complex and we should embrace that :")

LOVESONG !!!! is one of my favorite songs in the album 🥹 brings me so much joy that such a beautiful song is associated with the iw!couple i’m tearing up. thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to write this long message <3 your kindness is very healing to the soul :( i wish you all the best things life has to offer 🫂 love you

#🦢 anon #feedback: in which <3

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yikimiki · 3 years

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What about stepbros Zeke & Eren tag teaming their little princess🤭

stepbro!eren x fem!reader x stepbro!zeke | warnings: smut, stepcest, all characters are adults, threesome, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, breast play, praise kink, size kink, creampie(s)

♡ ♡ ♡

You knew it would come to this — it always does. It’s rare that both your brothers are home at once, always busy with either college or work, and, even more so, that they’re in good terms. You have no idea what kind of love/hate relationship goes down in the Jaeger family, but you are beyond used to seeing Eren and Zeke with a frown on their faces when the other walks in, therefore the vision of them talking in friendly terms always catches you off guard.

The text from your mom comes just as you’re walking home — dad and I are out on a date! Zeke and Eren are home and you can all order something to eat — and the late warning has you rolling your eyes. You like your makeshift brothers most of the time (you swear you do) but you seriously need a relaxing night and, by experience, being home alone with the two of them is always anything but.

It all starts when you throw yourself on your bed, groaning loudly at the tension on your shoulders as Zeke walks into your room, hands in his pockets and a curious look on his face. “Tired?” He asks.

“Exhausted. My back is killing me,” you answer, pressing two fingers against your temple. “Mom said we can order something tonight. They’re out on a date.”

Zeke takes a step toward the bed, eyeing you up and down. “We can do that, Eren says he wants pizza.” You nod at his words, expecting him to take a jab at his younger brother’s wishes. It doesn’t come, though, Zeke just sits behind you in bed, two large hands coming up to press against your tense shoulders. When he speaks up again, his voice is husky and low against your ear. “And we can make you feel better if you want, princess.”

Once again, you knew it would come to this. What can you say? You’re weak, and you’ve gone through every excuse in the book in order to convince yourself that what you’re doing with your two stepbrothers isn’t that weird. You’re not biologically related and, frankly, you haven’t even heard of the two of them a little over a year ago. You’re all consenting adults and... they just feel... so good. And they take care of you so well.

It’s an unspoken truth between you three that the two of them work like beasts when they’re in the same tune. Zeke has barely started massaging your shoulders when Eren walks into your room, then is just a matter of minutes and a few shared looks until he is pushing you against Zeke’s chest and spreading your legs so he can take off your pants and lick your pussy clean. The hands that were caressing you are now strongly keeping your body in place, Zeke kissing up your neck as his younger brother makes you whimper and moan.

“Shhh, relax, princess,” he says, big hands slowly sliding up your torso, squeezing your breasts. The motion of Eren’s tongue against your clit is making your vision blurry, wave of pleasure growing faster by the second. “Let your big brothers take care of you. You’ve had such a long day, hm?”

“Y-Yes,” you agree breathlessly. The buttons of your shirt come undone one by one until the white cotton is thrown on the floor. You’re almost cumming as Eren groans against your slit, moving up to kiss your hips, your belly, until his mouth is settling on your nipple. Zeke pushes the two mounds together, bruising the skin as the younger sucks on it. “P-Please let me cum.”

It’s Eren who answers, his nose bumping against yours as he raises his stare to look at you. “You’re gonna cum, princess,” he assures, voice low. His lips are swollen and wet, brushing against yours as he speaks. His next question is not directed to you, but his stare doesn’t falter. “How do you want her?”

Zeke hums, nonchalantly placing two long fingers over your slit. You shiver as he starts rubbing your clit slowly, barely enough to give you any pleasure. “She’s so wet,” he muses, thinking for a second. His other hand moves upward, holding your jaw as his thumb presses against your lips. Eren moves back to watch it too, how you are eager to suck it into your mouth, warm tongue swirling around it. Zeke sighs. “But this mouth is so fucking perfect too. She always sucks my cock so well.”

“So, what is it?” Eren presses on. “I’m being nice enough for letting you choose this time, so hurry up.”

Zeke scoffs. You almost choke on your own spit when he switches his thumb with his middle and ring finger, thrusting them in and out of your mouth. “It’s my turn to choose, you did it last time,” he remembers. Eren rolls his eyes. “I want my cock in her mouth.”

Eren smirks, happy with that decision. His gaze returns to you, to your perfectly overwhelmed face. “Gonna let me fuck your tight little cunt, baby?” He asks. You nod instantly. “Good girl. Hands and knees for me.”

With a bit of maneuvering, everything falls into place. You turn around, facing Zeke, and pull his pants down as you hear Eren’s zipper opening behind you, your bare heat exposed and glistening. Zeke grunts when his cock springs free from his pants, one hand automatically landing on the back of your head as you lean closer to it, warm tongue licking up his length. “Perfect little thing,” he praises, meeting your doe eyes as you wrap your lips around his tip. Behind you, Eren sends a surprise smack against your ass, making you whimper around the other’s cock. “Fuck, that’s a good girl, wanna see you choking on it.”

“She’s so fucking horny,” Eren breathes out, heavy cock resting against your ass. You wiggle your body towards him, hearing him snicker behind you, fisting his girth. “Look at this, our little sister is soaked for us.”

“Yeah?” Zeke asks, barely holding back a moan when you suck him. “Make her feel good or I will.”

“Don’t even think about it,” he warns. You moan loudly when Eren’s crown slips between your folds, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and setting into your pussy. He curses about how wet and small you feel, how his thick cock throbs when he bottoms out. You are sobbing around Zeke by the time that Eren starts with a rough, steady pace, throwing your body forward so the other’s cock is pushed deep inside your throat. “Fuck, this pussy’s so good, can’t wait to fill it up.”

“Gonna let your brother fuck you full of his cum, princess?” Zeke asks, pulling on your hair. You moan around his cock, hoping he realizes you’re agreeing with it. “Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and let us use your tight little cunt however we want?” Once again, you moan. Eren slaps your ass again, moaning something about how tightly you’re clenching around him, trying to milk his cum. “Fuck, you know I have to feel that pussy around my cock later. Wanna cum inside too, fill our sister up.”

“Feels so fucking good,” Eren says, sounding completely dazed behind you. His cock is so big that your legs are starting to give in, whimpers and sobs pushing past your chest as you sink your mouth deep around Zeke’s member. You just feel so full, so cherished, that you can’t even remember why you felt so tired in the first place. “She’s so fucking tight, I don’t even know how she can take my cock so deep.”

Zeke breathes out, shivering when you gag around him. “You’re made for it, aren’t you, baby?” You whine out, barely hearing as Eren reaches his high, emptying his balls inside you and fucking himself through his orgasm. You only notice once his cum starts leaking out of you, and Zeke notices it too. “Fuck, that’s our good girl,” he praises, but his touch is harsh as he yanks your head up, teary eyes looking up at him. “I need your pussy now.”

Eren groans behind you, pounding into you a few more times until his sensitive cock can’t take it anymore. Your pretty hole flutters when he moves away, a blob of white cum leaking out. “Gonna get both?” Eren asks, pulling his cock out of you. “Only if I can fuck her throat too.”

“Learn how to share,” Zeke answers. You’re shivering by now, orgasm torn from you twice in a row. Your big brother sighs, caressing your cheek as Eren pushes his cum back inside your pussy, moaning something about how you’re still so tight. “Look what you’ve done to her, Eren, she hasn’t cum.”

Eren clicks his tongue. “Not my fault. Finish her off, then.”

With a bit of teamwork, both of them do. In a matter of seconds, you’re on your back and Zeke is pounding like a madman inside you, stretching you out as Eren’s cum drips down his cock, your thighs, making a mess on the bed. Eren decides to position himself next to you, eager hands exploring your body, teasing your clit as his mouth sucks onto the skin of your neck. When you’re about to cum, Eren pulls your face towards him, making out with you as you reach your high; playing with and sucking on your tongue as your brother spills himself inside your abused pussy.

When Zeke pulls out, you feel the mixture of their cums leaking out of you, and you can’t even process the bickering that follows — Eren wanting you to suck his cock now, Zeke saying you’re too tired — because you just feel so good. Peace never lasts between those two, but, when it does, it brings along amazing gifts.

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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 3.

Part 1- Here

Previous part Here

Next Part Here

Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate, Shinso/Denki side relationship

Where we left off-

You glanced up at the sound of the door. In came your parents, then the Yokomadas. You did a double take as the final person, the omega you were here to meet, entered the room. They looked equally as startled as your eyes locked.

“Y/N?”

“Denki?!”

You slowly walked through the teahouse garden, your electric blond friend oddly silent as he kept pace with you. Your parents and the Yokomadas had allowed the two of you a bit of privacy to talk. So far, neither of you had mustered the courage to break the awkward atmosphere. Neither your parents or the Yokomadas had seemed to pick up on Denki or your mood. If anything, they were thrilled you two already knew each other. With a sigh, you sat on a bench by the koi pond, not looking at the blond as to settled down next to you. After several minutes, he spoke.

“So. What are you doing here?”

You snorted, and gently dumped your shoulder against his.

“Right back at you, Pikachu.”

“I’ll tell you. After you tell me.”

You chuckled humorously, and tilted your head back to look at the sky.

“Would you believe me if I said I was just here to appease my mother?”

Denki considered for a moment before shaking his head.

“No. You’ve been saying no to her for years. So tell me, why are you here.”

You take a deep breath and let it out again slowly through your nose.

“I… I think I wanted to be here. Needed to.” You wrung your hands, throwing a sideways glance at Denki. “I… I want to be mated. Have a family. Have someone who needs me and lets me need them. I used to think Kat… I used to think Bakugou was my person. But I’m not sure anymore, Denks. You know what he’s like and so do I, but I’ve waited for years, and nothing, and I’m so tired, and I’m not even sure he even likes me anymore, and…” You’re stopped by Kaminari gently rubbing your back.

“Breath, Y/n. Come on. Deep breaths.”

You inhaled shakily. You hadn’t even noticed you’d been hyperventilating. Quiet settled again, aside from the sounds of nature and your slowly slowing breathing. After a few moments, you spoke again.

“I’m just so lonely, Denks. I see him every day, and I’m still so goddamn lonely. So I think… I think it’s time to let go.” Your lips twitched slightly upward as you tilt your head to look at him. “Am I terrible?”

Denki huffed out a breath and shook his head. “You? Never.” He sighed, removing his hand from you back as he began picking at the hem of his sleeve. “I wish I could say I didn’t understand. But I do. I’m kinda here for the same reason after all.”

You gave an encouraging hum and reached out, taking his hand in yours and running your thumb over his knuckles. He interlaced your fingers, giving a squeeze before continuing to speak.

“You know how I feel about Shinso, right?”

“I think everyone but Shinso knows how you feel about him.”

Denki snorted. “Yeah. Not surprised. But that’s the problem. I’ve liked him for years. Little bit of a crush but at UA, thought I could play it cool and it would go away; but then the agency paired us together and, well.” Denki gestured with the hand not holding yours. “It was so easy! I’d go boom! And then he’d go pow! Then shoom! It was amazing! He was amazing… And so I tried to get his attention. I tried so damn hard. And you know me.”

You snorted, giving his hand a squeeze. “You’re about as subtle as a brick through a living room window.”

“Exactly!” He shouted, pulling away to stand up and pace. “I flirted. I used all my best pick up lines. I asked him out to the club, and he said yes. But do you know what he said afterward? He said though it wasn’t his usual scene, it was really good being able to hang out with a friend. I… I asked him to spend my heat with me.”

You inhaled sharply. Kaminari looked at you with an expression you hardly recognized. He collapsed onto the bench, leaning heavily against you.

“He said ‘I’m glad you’re that comfortable with me, but it probably would be better for you to ask someone else.’” Denki whispered, sniffling.

“Oh.. Denki.” You wrapped your arms around the blond, squeezing him tightly. Half out of instinct, you tried to pump out soothing pheromones while you gently scented his hair. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing, sweetheart. You’re a wonderful omega!”

That was all it took for Denki to start sobbing heavily in your arms. You squeezed him tightly as tears filled your own eyes. The tears fell when Denki wrapped his arms around you, hugging you just as tightly as you held him. There in the tranquil garden you both huddled together as you finally allowed yourself to cry. Years of hurt and longing fell from your eyes one drop at a time.

You weren’t sure how long it had been when the two of you slowly pulled away from each other. You used your thumbs to wipe Denki’s cheeks. He gave you a halfhearted smile.

“So,” you asked tentatively, “what should we do? They’re going to expect an answer from us about this whole…” You waved a vague hand “Marriage date thing.”

Denki hummed, puffing up his cheeks as he blew out a breath. “God, I don’t know. Certainly wasn’t expecting it be you, you know? No offense.”

You drew back, gasping in mock anger. “Full offense!” You could only hold your expression a few seconds before you started snickering.

Denki grinned his first really grin of the day. “Well excuuuuse me for insulting your alpha sensibilities.”

“You’re excused. For now.”

You both chuckled. Looking out at the pond, you spoke again. “I just wish I had the right answers. And I really wish we had more time.”

Denki furrowed his brow. “Well… Technically, we could.”

“What do you mean?”

Denki bounced on his seat. “Okay. So. Hear me out. We both need time to process, clearly. Also clearly, our families are just not gonna give us that. So… Why don’t we do this?”

“Wait. Wait. We do this?” you asked, both curious and incredulous.

“Yeah! Think about it. One! They mainly want us in relationships they approved of. They set us up, so clearly, they approve. Two! If we say we’d like to try out this match, they obviously aren’t going to set up any more dates; therefore buying us time. And bonus of no annoying randos. Three! We can say we’re going to take the relationship slow because we’ve both been burned before and want to make sure. Four! Four…” Denki trailed off, looking at his feet.

“Four is maybe if we can’t find a love match at least we’re friends who work well together?” You murmured.

Denki nodded, glancing at you with a rueful smirk. “Yeah. Exactly. Vibe on the same wavelength. Hell, we even want similar shit in life.”

“Actual house, few pets, stability…”

Denki nodded again. “Sucks, but would make sense for us to consider it. As much as I fucking hate the ‘You’re not getting any younger’ speech, they are kind right. We can’t waste all our time waiting for things that aren’t gonna happen.”

You shook your head with a chuckle. “God, don’t you hate it when they’re right about shit like that?”

“You have no idea.”

You stood, stretching. “Well, I guess we go tell them, then.”

Denki groaned. “There isn’t enough saki in the world for that conversation.”

“And just so we’re clear, this stays between us for now, right? No one knows but us, our folks, and I guess your cousins.”

“Agreed. I don’t want to think about what anyone would say. Bakugou would kill me!”

You winced. “Unlikely. I doubt he’d care. But if Mina finds out, everyone will know.”

“You’re not kidding. No worries from me, I don't want this getting out any more than you do.”

“So… Engaged, I guess?”

Denki dusted himself off and stood. “Deal. Engaged.” Denki stuck his hand out, and you shook it.

You both turned and started making your way back to the teahouse, taking your time and going the long way to be sure to avoid and of the other patrons. This was fine. A good plan. Nothing could go wrong as long as no one found out.

And there you have part 3! Sorry the wait and thank you all for being patient! If anyone has any questions regarding the fic or how this particular omegaverse operates, please feel free to shoot me an ask. Also, please note that @snuggleyourredpandas is my main account, so it you see a message reply from them, that's me!

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dailyreverie · 3 years

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Hello love! Can I request a little something with Poe Dameron? I know it’s cliche but I love a mechanic! Reader who is just a shy mess around the handsome pilot. ❤️ thank you!

The best mechanic

A/N: Well first of all I'm sorry this took so long, I loved the idea and I wanted it to be perfect! And don't worry about it being cliche, I absolutely love those kind of fics too lol Also, a shy mess around a crush? That sounds like me.

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Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN Mechanic!Reader

Word count: 945

Seeing the Black Squadron return from a mission meant one thing only: time to bring Black One back to life. It’s not that the other ships were not damaged after being fired at, but for some reason, every single time, that one ship was always on the verge of falling apart, which is why you were assigned to the ship.

It had happened by accident, really. You had made some repairs on it once and the pilot, amazed by your work, requested that no other mechanic ever touched his ship again. Praise and recognition were more than appreciated, but the face that came with them would always make you weak on the knees. It didn’t help either that his smile would always feel so warm, even in the middle of the chaos that had dragged you both to the Resistance, with him it always seemed to be time for a kind smile.

The cockpit of Poe’s X-Wing had been your seat for the whole day. The handle of one of the blasters had come loose after the last battle the ship went through and therefore it needed to be rewired, which meant that you had to basically remove the dashboard and put it back together again in order for it to work properly. That, of course, led to finding out about other little things that needed to be fixed.

It was quiet in the hangar already, with just the faint noise of other late-workers and the small whirring sounds of your repair droid beside you to keep you company, until heavy boots suddenly began climbing the ladder to where you were working.

“Hey there.” Poe’s voice suddenly filled the cabin, his arms crossed resting on the edge of the ship. “Is it still giving you trouble?”

Your cheeks shouldn’t be feeling so warm and your hands shouldn’t be trembling this much just because he went to check up on you, but yet they were. “I… Yeah… Well… We’re getting somewhere.”

“I’m so sorry! The moment I felt the thing come off I knew you were going to kill me.” There was an apologetic look in his eyes as he looked between you and his dismantled dashboard. The thought of killing him hadn’t really crossed your mind, but now that you found out he was not only handsome and kind, but also considerate, you were starting to think about it before he had the chance to kill you.

A nervous laugh left your lips. “It’s no big deal, Commander.” You spoke with a giggle, like a teenage girl with a crush, your roommate had said once.

“I told you to call me Poe.” He warned with a smile, making you match it as he locked eyes with you. You could swear it lasted longer than usual, but that could just be your tired brain. “So, what are we looking at?”

You sighed, blinking out of your dazed state to be able to form a complete sentence. “Well, the handle is done, but when I was rewiring it I saw a few wires around the tracking area about to peel, which were making the aim appear a few inches off on the target screen.” Poe nodded understandingly, looking at the mess of worn off cables coming out of his ship.

You stifled a yawn, and as if on cue he asked “Will you finish anytime soon?”

“I just have to put this back together again and-” Another yawn came over you. “-and weld it, probably a couple more hours.”

“Hell no.” Poe said firmly. “I’m not flying anywhere tomorrow, it doesn’t have to be done today.”

“I- It’s alright-” You did your best to brush off the tiredness you felt, but a wave of embarrassment came over you as you noticed the concerned look on him. That was your job. Fixing ships was your job. If it made you tired, or if it was midnight, it didn’t matter. There was a fleet depending on you, a Commander depending on you, and you were not going to let him - or everyone - down.

“Come on, I already feel guilty enough. The last thing I need right now is our best mechanic having a breakdown because of me.” He nudged his head to the side, signaling you to get out of the ship.

The best mechanic, not even all the stars in the galaxy could make you feel as giddy as his words just had.

As you climbed down, his hand suddenly appeared in the corner of your eye to help you get down the last few steps. It was warm when you took it, your unsteady fingers latched around his palm and stayed there for a couple more seconds once your feet hit the floor next to his round droid.

“Promise me you will get some rest.” His large hands grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to look at him straight into his eyes. They were also tired, probably just as much as yours.

We can go get some rest together is what you wanted to say. “Y-yeah, yes, I will.” you said instead, nodding without breaking his gaze. “You should too, Poe.” Saying his name was new to you, and as butterflies erupted in your stomach you almost missed the small smile that adorned his face at the mention of his name on your lips.

“I will see you in the morning, I’ll bring the coffee.” He squeezed your shoulders and sent a wink your way before turning around to head towards the door. A series of beeps came from the BB unit that rolled beside him, and Poe turned around quickly to check if you had understood them.

“Are you telling them you broke the handle on purpose?”

“Shut up, bud!”

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infinite-insomniac · 1 year

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give the professor a magical girl transformation next season

#puppet history #i’m tired therefore this sounds like an amazing idea #watcher entertainment

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aerimomo-mellon · 3 years

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NCT U react to s/o cooking.

note* NCT U Members Lineup for their Title Track "Make A Wish"

Genre~ fluff ☁

Paring~ NCT U x reader

A/N~ I wrote this from what I know about them and that's it so have fun!

request's are open! you can write it on "have a promise? ask away!"

시작..

Taeyong

Just loves the idea of you cooking for him. The outcome doesn’t matter cause he is just so happy that you’re working so hard just to cook for him.

While you’re cooking he constantly checks on you, hugs you from behind and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

When the food it ready and you’re done plating you call him and he rushes to the table. Gives you a quick peck and digs in. The moment the food is inside his mouth he can’t even tell you in words how good it was to him. “ wahhh… mmmmm” he let’s out stuffing more food in his mouth.

“ babe you’re perfect!!” He says as he finishes and hugs you. “Sorry I should have left you some to try but I was so into it, I’ll order you food soon…”

You give him a smile “ glad to hear that you liked my cooking..”

Doyoung

He likes it very much that you’re cooking but isn’t so sure if he is going to like it or not.

While you’re cooking he won’t check on you that often cause he would be too busy praying 🙏🏻 for good food. Of course he loves you dearly and knows you very well but he doesn’t want to make you sad therefore he prays for good acting skills as well.

Once you’re done you call him to the table and he looks at the plate which didn’t have the best visuals for sure and so he took a small bite chewing it thoroughly and once he was done. “Actually far better than I expected honey.. I like it!”

“ what do you mean than you expected?” You say as you teasingly rolled your eyes. And that whole session turned into you chasing him and having tickle fights. “Hey the food!!”

Jaehyun

The fact that you were cooking meat was enough to make him all happy and excited.

This guy lives for meat loves it too much. The one to be constantly checking on you too. He joyfully skips to the kitchen and gives you a peck on the cheek and leaves with a “hwaitting!!”

Your done with your meal and he comes to join you. The sight of it making his mouth water already, “wahhhhhhhhhh what are you?” He says sarcastically. “Your savior from heaven…” you reply giggling..

He quickly grabs a seat and says a quick prayer, “ thank you for this wonderful priority right beside me who made this delicious food for me and help her make more!” And he digs in. “Wow so good baby it’s so good!!” He says with wide eyes. “You sure it’s good? Or you’re just in love with meat..”

Lucas

Oh dear Lucas and his love for food. No really this man probably thinks food is something he loves after his girlfriend and parents.

While you’re cooking he doesn’t have to check on you cause he is with you the whole time. Asks if he can help but you don’t let him even so he repeats the questions until you let him cut the kimchi for the kimchi stew. Tries his best but ends up bending the knife, apologizes afterwards and sits down quietly.

Once you're done preparing the meal all his mouth says is “I love you, I love you my baby, ohhh thank you my babyyy” and you laugh at his Korean accent and think it’s super cute.

He takes a sip of the stew and says “ oh may gadddd you’re amazing baby!!!!” And gets up opens the kitchen window and shouts so the whole neighborhood can hear “my girlfriend can cook the BeSt kimchi stew!!!!!!!!!” In his poor accent. “Babe that’s enough stop…” you say cringing to his statement covering your face.

Xiao Jun

Is not into you cooking for some reason but will let you anyway. Just because you begged 🥺

While you’re cooking he won’t be there with you cause he went out to find his Lao Gan Ma sauce. He can’t eat without that sauce so he went early morning to find it. Your phone rings “ hey baby, uhh I can’t find it at the store so I’m going to see Kun maybe he has it. I’ll be a little late” he says and hangs up.

finally brings the sauce from Kun and sets it on the table. "babe your late and I cooked lunch but it's already dinner time" you say patiently. "sorry hehe, I'll still eat it though" he says with a made up smile.

Takes a bite with his sauce "hey, I don't think the sauce matches with this dish baby" he says chewing slowly. "well yeah that's what I've been trying to tell you this is an Italian pasta!"

Jaemin

you knew your boyfriend loved honey Tteokbokki so you decided to surprise him with it after he came from practice..

The ingredient list had a lot of ingredients so you decided to get the ones you did not have at the moment. Once you got all your needed ingredients you came home and started to cook. As much as you were having trouble with it you still wanted to make your tired boy happy.

There was the sound of the door passcode and he entered the room. “Mmmm baby what did you cook?” He says smiling and coming to hug you. You gave him a peck and he kissed back once it broke he looked at you with so much love “ you made something for me?” He says smile showing his pretty teeth. “Yup! Guess what it is?” You say curious for his answer. “Umm ramen? Tteokbokki?”

“ close but not precise hehe” you say opening the lid of the pan he said with wide eyes 👀 “ this is honey tteokbokki right?” He says. “ yup, I tried very hard but I don’t know if it’s good or not hehe sorry” you say scratching the back of you head. He takes a pair of chopsticks and eats one rice cake from the teokbokki. “ wow this is not bad but little bit sweeter than usual but it’s like you so I’ll eat it” he says hugging you tightly. “I love you nana” you say as he presses another sweet peck.

Shotaro

Since he loves sweets you asked him if you could bake something for him. He wanted you to bake brownies and so you did…

He isn’t the best at cooking and he doesn’t know a lot of baking too so he couldn’t help but encouraged you through the process of making it. Maybe plays you some songs or even raps for you if you ask for it. Loves seeing you bake or cook so he spends his time staring at you.

When you ask him to help you get the brownies out of the oven he freaks out but won’t show it and do as you say. “Be careful!” You say as he slowly takes it out. “See? It wasn’t a big deal actually…” he says as you role your eyes at him. After you let it cool you cut the brownies in cubes and put it in a container and sent it to him since he went for practice just before you kept in to freeze.

Your phone rings “ babyyyy!!!! Why did you send it here I don’t get to have them in peace now the others are devouring it all!!” He says in a desperate manner. “ chill out I’ve got extra in the house, come home soon!” You say and hang up.

끝..<3

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Hello! Just read your Boba x pregnant reader fic and oh boy, if you've got the time and the inclination, I'd love another installment! Maybe expand on your line: "If you thought he was protective over you before, then you were in for something else." Protectiveness is my jam and I'd really enjoy seeing what Boba might do if someone threatened/kidnapped/endangered the person carrying his child... You're the best! ❤️❤️

Oh, I love, love, love the idea of protective Boba 🥺 I hope you enjoy!

Boba Fett x Fem!Reader ; warnings: pregnancy

Can be read as a standalone or a companion piece to these -> Part 1, Part 2

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"Boba," you turned on your heel and huffed at your husband, finding him underfoot once again. You'd asked him about a million times to give you space and alone time, but apparently your Mandalorian didn't know what either of those things were. All you had wanted to do was make some cookies in peace and quiet, "I think I can handle making cookies. Alone."

"I just think it's better for you to have someone around," he said gruffly, a little smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth, "what if something happened?"

"Oh, you silly man," you huffed at him before taking your dish towel and swatting him away, "what in the maker forsaken galaxy is going to happen? I'm baking - not chasing after some sort of quarry!"

"The baby-"

"If anything were to happen," you finished mixing the dough before raising a brow as Boba tried to dip a finger in and take a scoop, "someone would be close by and I could call out to them. It wouldn't be a problem and nothing will go wrong if I'm alone for ten minutes. Now stop eating all of my dough."

"Cyare," he quickly pulled out his hand and instead settled it on your small bump. You had seemingly popped overnight, your pregnancy not easily noticeable before. But now? It was clearly evident and Boba seemed to have only become more protective, "I want to keep you both safe."

"I know," you whispered as you put your hand on top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze, "and you've done an amazing job. But you have so much to think about already, don't let this worry you too."

"I lost you once and I am not letting it happen again," he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You sighed contentedly before resting your hand on his cheek, "if that means staying by your side, I will do it."

"I understand that," you promised him, "but I need some room to breathe too. And, on top of that, no one is going to mess with Boba Fett's wife. They know better."

"I-"

"Boba," you took a step back and slowly started to push him away and out of the kitchen, "give me some space and let me finish the cookies. That's all I'm asking for right now...if I need you, I'll call. Please?"

"Fine," he huffed lightly as he pressed a kiss to your lips before reluctantly leaving, "I call dibs on the cookies!"

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You might have gotten some alone time that day, finishing off your cookies in peace but after that...it wasn't much better. At least on Boba’s end; maker, you loved every man she was amazing in every way, but he was borderline over protective. In reality, you didn't mind - the fact that your husband was fawning over you and your unborn child was endearing.

You'd only snapped at him a few times here and there when the hormones got to be too much, and you couldn't help but explode. Luckily, Boba was a smart enough man to give you some spaces during those moments. He always tried to make it up to you with some sort of treat, usually whatever you were craving at the moment.

But as you progressed in your pregnancy and your belly continued to grow and swell, he only got worse. Some days you weren’t sure how you even managed to go to the ‘fresher alone. Some days you wondered why he got so intensely protective; there had been no issues throughout your pregnancy and the baby was healthy and active. Oh so active, sometimes it felt like they were doing somersaults in your belly, restless and therefore causing you to be restless as well. One thing you did know was that the movement always increased when Boba was around.

As soon as the baby seemed to hear Boba’s voice, the excited kicking and moving started. The first time it had taken you by surprise, but now you were well prepared for it. The look on Boba’s face when you had grabbed his hand and pressed it to your belly so he could experience the sensation had been priceless. At first he had been taken aback, shock and awe crept into his features, before the biggest and brightest smile ever tugged on his lips. It was nothing short of pure adoration as his dark eyes softened and he gently kissed you, whispering words of love into your ear.

It was after that he made it a practice, when you were tucked and laying together in bed, to keep a hand on your belly as he spoke and sang softly to your unborn child. It easily became one of your favorite parts of the day - your whole world was there, tucked safely under warm, plush blankets.

You knew why he got like this, why he was so careful and protective over you. For how gruff and tough he could appear, he was a gentle, calm man underneath it all. He was a good man, he only wanted the best for his people - you and your unborn children first and foremost.

Boba Fett had lost everything that mattered to him multiple times in his life, having to start over and pick up the pieces more than once. First it was when he lost his father as a boy, then when he lost you and almost his life, and now? He was never going to let it happen again. He would do whatever it took to keep you safe, healthy, and happy. And you loved that about him, because you would do the same for him. Just as he’d lost you - you’d lost him too. And you weren’t leaving his side ever again.

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It was a warm summer day, nearing the end of your pregnancy, when you’d decided to go and check out one of the open air markets to see what kind of wares and exotic fruits and treats were available.

Boba, of course, accompanied you, further flanked by his own retinue. His hand was on the small of your back or wrapped around your waist almost the entire time as you examined everything. Despite his protective nature, he was able to enjoy himself as well, a smile almost never leaving his face.

At one point, as he busied him with talking to one of the stall owners, you grew thirsty and hungry. Boba was so enraptured in his own conversation that he didn't notice you slip from his side as you wandered back to one of the stalls you had spotted earlier.

The market was busy and bustling, and there were a few times you had to side step people to pass by. Most people were kind enough to make room for you, but of course, as always, there were some people that didn't care and just remained rooted in their spots.

"Excuse me," you kept your voice polite and calm as you tried to pass by a particularly gruff looking man. If he heard you he didn't do anything to indicate and remained turned away from you as he carried on in his conversation. A sigh escaped your lips as you tried not to grow irritated - but you were hungry, tired and pregnant. You tapped his arm, this time deciding to be more bold, "excuse me."

"Kriff off," he jerked out of your touch and almost knocked you over from the force of his movement, "go around girl."

"I can't," you huffed, indicating all the people around you before pointing at your belly, "I just need to slip by real quick."

"Too bad," he reached over and to try and push you back out of the way, but before he could get too far, and a hand wrapped tightly around his wrist, twisting his arm sharply.

"Don't even think about it," Boba’s voice was laced with venom as he stared the man down. He was in his full armor, presenting a menacing picture as the dark T of his helmet was trained on the man, "touch her and it will be the last thing you ever do."

A look of pure horror crossed the man's face as he realized who Boba was. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, like a fish out of water, trying to figure out what to say that could get him out of this situation.

"I-I-I didn't mean to," he stammered nervously as you just offered him a small smile, "I didn't know she was…"

"My wife? It does not matter who she is- you will never touch her again, nor will you ever touch anyone else," Boba's voice was low and predatory as he tilted his head in question at the man. He quickly nodded before mumbling out a few incoherent words, "now leave and don't let me see your face again."

"Y-yes," as soon as he could pull his arm out of Boba’s grasp, he started to quickly run away, wearing his way through the crowd.

You turned to look at him, an amused and thankful expression on your own face. He put his hands on either side of your face as he looked you over to make sure you were safe and sound. Nodding at his silent question, you pressed your forehead against his helmet, "I'm okay….you came just in time."

"You were supposed to stay by my side, Cyare," he whispered so only you could hear as you gave him a sheepish smile, "what if something had happened and I wasn't there?"

"Thank the Maker you were," you said softly, "you were so into your conversation and I didn't want to interrupt and I got so thirsty and hungry so I just...went."

"Oh my sweet girl," he sighed softly, "please just be careful. If something had happened-"

"But it didn't," you reassured him, "and it won't. I know you'll always protect me, Boba - protect us."

"Always," he promised, "come on - let's get you out of here and find you something to eat and drink."

"That sounds perfect," you agreed, as he slipped your hand into his, a warmth washing over you as he laced your fingers together. Almost as if the baby could feel what you were sensing, the fluttering and movement in your belly picking up. You halted for a moment as Boba gave you a concerned look that you quickly shut down as put his hand on your help, “the baby’s happy too. Happy that they’ve got the best father - you.”

“I am the lucky one,” he insisted softly, “for I have the two best things in the galaxy right here, and that is more than I could ever deserve.”

“Don’t say that Boba,” you hushed him, “you deserve everything in the galaxy, and I am lucky to be loved by you and at your side. Don’t ever doubt that.”

“How could I?” he whispered gently, “you always remind me. I love you, Cyare.”

“We love you too, Boba,” you reached over and gently lifted his helmet to reveal his lips, giving him a soft kiss as he smiled against you, “always and forever.”

“Always and forever.”

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lightsovermonaco · 3 years

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 10

Masterlist

Shoutout to my bestie @acollectionofficsandshit for all the drunk comments she made while betaing this one... Wish you guys could see them lol

Word Count: 4.8k

Recommended song: “Amnesia" by 5SOS

Pierre paces in his dinky trailer at the Circuit of the Americas and desperately tries to forget you exist. He had already taken down the pictures on the wall but the images were burned into his brain. He had shoved your shirt under his bed, having absolutely no idea how it had made its way halfway around the world to taunt him.

He was slowly unraveling like a spool of thread on a loom as you wove him irrevocably into the tapestry of your life.

The race in Austin started in less than two hours and you hadn't texted him. Not once in the handful of years he'd known you had you neglected to wish him luck before a race, even if it was 2 am your time or you had exams, you always took thirty seconds to warn him to be safe and finish well.

He was beginning to think you hated him for how he'd acted at the gala last weekend, jealous and possessive from afar. Talking to you would have been the better choice. But seeing you laugh and dance the night away had hurt too much. He’d slipped out early after Victoria assured him she could find a ride and sped home to fall apart.

He had only barely managed to piece himself together in time for the race.

Pierre checks his phone for the third time in as many minutes and swears under his breath. He didn't know why he expected it to ring and for your face to pop up at this point. Even if you called to tear into him, he'd still fall to his knees at the sound of your voice. He just wanted to hear you speak, didn't care what was said, only that he could latch onto your words and lose himself in them.

Hope sparks when his phone chimes but he nearly throws it across the trailer when he sees Charles' name.

Heard from her yet?

No. At this point I'm beginning to think I never will again.

Maybe she fell asleep early?

It's 5 pm in London. I'll bet you she's eating a bowl of takeout from the Chinese place down the street, not sleeping.

Its still possible. Don't dwell on it. This isn't the headspace you wanna be in before a race. Block it out. I don't wanna see my best friend wind up hurt today.

Pierre didn't reply, if only because Charles was right. Worrying would get him nowhere. After his shitty qualifying yesterday, he started thirteenth on the grid so he had his work cut out for him. Austin offered plenty of opportunity for overtakes; he could get the job done if his team made the right calls.

And if he made it to the podium, you would have to text him.

The thin mattress groans when he sits to unlace his hastily tied race boots. He folds his legs to sit criss cross and places his palms on his knees. The familiar pose already has some of the tension leaving his shoulders as his eyes slide shut. He breathes in for ten seconds, reflecting on what ails him. He holds the breath for five seconds before releasing it slowly.

He repeats the process until he comes to terms with the fact that you won't be wishing him luck. That was your choice; there was nothing he could do about it and therefore no sense reading into it. He had done all he could to convince you to trust him. The ball was in your court; he had to be patient and wait for you to take a shot.

“Focus,” he murmurs to himself, forcing any erroneous thoughts from his head. “Walk through the track.”

The circuit at Austin was challenging, consisting of a mix of 20 sweeping corners and scattered hairpins. He was almost lucky in a way to be starting so far back on the grid because turn one was only a few hundred meters from pole and their tires would be slightly colder and less grippy upon arrival than his would be. The few extra seconds afforded to him by starting thirteenth could mean the opportunity to leap frog past his rivals in the first corner.

The counterclockwise circuit meant he would have to keep an eye on his front left tire too, as it would wear faster than the others. He'd change gears an average of 66 times per lap, higher than similar length tracks like Monaco. Pit stops cost an average of nineteen seconds, meaning he would need to build a significant gap to the driver chasing him in order to avoid the threat of any undercuts.

There were too many variables occupying space in his mind to afford you a sliver of it.

Some time later he decides that his four leaf clover tucked safely in the worn leather of his wallet will provide all the luck he needs and switches on his pre race playlist after popping in his ear buds.

"Sights on the podium," he murmurs to himself, hand on the doorknob. "Let's race."

The bass flows through him as his feet carry him to the Alpha Tauri garage on autopilot, through the back entrance and to his plain white driver room. The familiar beats are a numbing salve spread on his frayed nerves, his anticipation rising like a crimson wave in his veins. He leaves his clothes in a haphazard heap in the corner and changes into the white fireproofs hanging nearby, thoughts momentarily veering to you knocking on the door and stripping them right back off.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, he runs through his usual stretch sets until Pyry arrives to walk him through reflex exercises.

"How's your head?" Pyry asks, running him through more cool down stretches. "Do we need to take a minute and do some meditation?"

"Beat you to it," Pierre grunts out, pushing back against the hand on his head to work his neck. "I'm good."

"You sound better than you have all week, I'll give you that. Keep that focus, use it to propel yourself forward."

"Run me through the lineup again," Pierre requests, "I need something else to think about."

Because if he let his mind follow the path it wanted to, it would inevitably lead to you and undo the work he had done to avoid that. He needed to be empty of anything that wasn't racing, anything else was an unnecessary distraction that had the potential to end in disaster.

Pyry rattles off the grid in order of who Pierre needs to overtake, pausing between each name to give him time to recall their driving styles and potential chinks in their armor to exploit. He knew from tapes of previous years that Stroll often ran wide into turn one, giving Pierre the option to brake late and sweep up the inside. Vettel was half convinced the track was cursed, so his mind would work against him enough that Pierre could exploit it and get past at some point. He continued until he got to Hamilton and Max locking out the front row, where he would need a bit of luck to overtake.

"You got it?" Pyry asks, stepping back.

Pierre rolls his shoulders and nods.

"Get shit done mate," Pyry says and bumps fists with his driver. He slips out to allow Pierre a moment to center himself before slipping into his race suit, leaving it half unzipped and tying it around his waist before following his trainer.

Pyry leads the way to where the matte navy and white car waits, mechanics swarming it like studious worker bees tending to their queen. No one talks to him save his engineer because words from anyone else threaten to break his carefully constructed race mentality. If they wanted him to bring home points, they knew to leave him alone once he was suited up.

His mind is blank of anything but statistics as he twists his ear buds in and pulls on his balaclava and helmet. As his vision narrows to the sliver of track he can see through his visor, so does his focus. With forty minutes to lights out, he's directed out onto the track. He rips the wheel to the right as he exits the garage, getting a decent powerslide for his efforts.

There was no doubt in his mind that he would land on the podium, if only to see the look on your face when he did.

**********

It took an unfathomable amount of restraint to keep yourself from calling Pierre to wish him luck.

You texted Max instead, wishing him a safe and comfortable podium a half hour before lights out. He hadn't responded, likely already in the garage with his trainer going through his pre race routine.

The pace Max had set the day before had awarded him pole position and the margin between him and Hamilton had been enough that you were confident in his ability to hold off the Mercedes for all fifty six laps.

If you were honest with yourself, you were disappointed that the Alpha Tauri you so desperately tried to ignore would be starting in thirteenth. You try not to think about it, instead queueing up SkySports and opening your laptop for pre race coverage. You avoid the interviews in favor of listening to the commentators analyze the grid.

"It should be an easy win for Max as long as he fends off Hamilton until the first round of pit stops. The undercut works well here, as Red Bull proved last year, and I'm sure they plan on doing the same thing this year."

You hum in agreement, gingerly sipping your steaming tea. You really ought to consider a career as a sportscaster at this point based on how often you came to the same conclusions they did.

"I think one of the biggest shakeups is Russell starting all the way up in eleventh after his amazing qualifying for Williams yesterday. Think he can hold onto that position?"

"He's got some fierce competition not far behind in the form of Alpha Tauri. Gasly starts thirteenth- surprisingly far back on the grid given the otherwise flawless performance he's shown this year. But it seems likely that he should be able to overtake-"

You flick the tv on mute, unable to stomach listening to them sing his praises. You numb your mind with social media until the Formula 1 theme plays on your laptop, alerting you that there's a few minutes until race start. Tire blankets are peeled off and the drivers weave their way through the formation lap with the exception of Kimi who takes his traditional straight line approach to warm up his supersoft tires.

Most of the front runners are on ultrasofts, indicating a two stop strategy. It was Pirelli's recommended approach, and you were glad that Horner heeded their advice for once and let Max use the ultras in Q2. It would give Max the upper hand over Hamilton who starts on the yellow sidewall tire and thus slightly slower lap times.

Crofty and Brundle break down the notable turns as the cars line up on the grid, pointing out the sharp hairpin only a few hundred meters from pole position. If Max got away clean, he would be ahead of the cramped pack and have an even better edge over the silver arrows who would be forced to queue behind him.

The traditional "lights out and away we go" kicks off the grand prix, engines roaring into the first turn. Max does manage to get away clean and is awarded with an immediate advantage. Turn one proves tragic for the Alfa Romeo of Raikonnen and the Asthon Martin of Stroll who collide and cause Kimi to spin. They rejoin at the back of the pack, your eyes snagging on the navy and white of an Alpha Tauri as it streams past.

Your heart spins in a similar fashion when the GAS driver tag leaps up two places in the timing table, suddenly in eleventh due to the incident. Your gaze snaps to the laptop humming on your legs before you remember its Max's driver cam you queued up. The Dutchman is silent as his engineer relays information about the incident and informs him of the widening gap between those chasing him.

“Confirm received,” Gianpiero says calmly. No matter the situation or how heated Max got, he always kept his head. It was what made the duo such a good match and had likely kept Max from going off the rails on more than one occasion.

“Yeah,” Max says shortly, clearly pissed about how quickly Hamilton was approaching. “Let me know when I’ve got enough charge to get out of range.”

“Yep, will do. Just keep this pace and you’ll hold him at bay.”

Live coverage replays the incident between Stroll and Raikonnen from the view of onboard with Pierre. The instant the 10 on the halo appears in the center of your screen you suck in a breath. He yanks the wheel to avoid colliding with Ocon, who had to do the same to keep from hitting his teammate as they navigate through the carnage.

You chew on your lip and try to refocus on the battle between the front runners. Not much is happening in the midfield for the next thirty or so laps and Max just barely manages to build a solid enough gap between himself and Hamilton to dive into the pits comfortably without losing places.

Your phone rings and you answer it without checking who it was as the only person you wouldn't answer was currently occupied.

"Hello?"

"Why the fuck didn't they pit Daniel?!"

You grin, noting the blistering beginning on his front left tire as SkySports switches to his onboard camera. "Because he's about to pass Charles," you tell Dan's girlfriend. She didn't call you often during races. It was likely that she knew you were nearing your wits end and this was her way of offering support.

"He won't be able to with those tires- oh." She breaks off when Daniel passes a DRS detection zone and his rear wing opens, allowing him to pass the Monegasque with ease.

"Told you," you say with a touch of reprimand. "You're always too nervous about those things. Daniel knows how to drive, just trust him to get the job done and he'll bring home another trophy for your apartment."

"I don't live here," she points out and you roll your eyes. She had lived in London as long as you had known her, but she was almost always at Daniel's apartment whether he was in town or not. Daniel digs in as the camera follows him for a lap, highlighting the widening gap between the McLaren and the Ferrari.

"You basically do. At this point, you're paying rent for a dusty one bedroom apartment on the east side that you set foot in maybe once a month." She scoffs but you push on, "a waste of sterling if you ask me, when you're at Daniel's every time I ask you to do anything."

"You act like I never- there goes Pierre!"

His name sparks dread in your gut as your attention flicks back to the screen in time to see him overtake Bottas on the inside of turn one. He'd managed to claw up to fifth with the move, somehow gaining places while you weren't looking.

"Good for him," you croak, trying your best to be genuinely happy for him. He was pushing the car to the limit and you'd be amazed if he didn't wind up on the podium along with Dan and Max. Charles and Hamilton were the only ones in his way, and something told you Charles wouldn’t put up much of a fight when his mate reached his gearbox. Hamilton would prove a challenge but he had been making tiny mistakes all day. Nothing significant, though enough to add up to him barely holding onto second while Daniel rode his gearbox.

"He's got ten laps to get past those two," she murmurs as if momentarily forgetting you were on the phone.

"Can we talk about literally anything else please?" You whisper, half tempted to shut off the race completely.

"Babe, you have to face the music at some point. Either you never want to see him again or you love him, which is it?"

She never failed to be anything but brutally honest. You appreciate it because everyone else let you brush off your problems, but she called you on your bullshit. She would needle you about it until you folded.

"I think it's better for both of us if I pretend we never met, don't you?"

"Easier for you, yes," she agrees. "But it'll kill Pierre. You don't think you could keep in touch with him, just as friends?"

"I don't know if I can handle that. I can barely look at him without wanting to bawl my eyes out."

She sighs, pausing to contemplate what to say. Voice soft, she continues, "Why don't you just take him back? Clearly it's ruining both of you. Are you really gonna let the press wreck the best you ever had? I know its hard but-"

"I'm not like you," you cut in. "I can't just ignore the articles and the comments and pretend there aren't people out there that hate me for being with him. They came to my house, disrupted my family. Hell, Ben can't even go to school without being mobbed by his classmates demanding answers. If my suffering is what allows my family to go about their lives then so be it."

"If that's what you wanna believe."

You sigh, tangling your fingers in the hem of your shirt. "It is."

"Alright," she says, voice teetering on a knife's edge. "I know better than to try to change your mind when you're like this. He's on the podium by the way. Oh, and watch what you say to Max- Pierre will read into it."

She hangs up without a goodbye, leaving you to deal with the realization that the podium is indeed VER RIC GAS on your own. Your eyes are glued to the Red Bull and McLaren drivers, blatantly ignoring the one in the white suit as the anthems play and the champagne is sprayed, turning away to busy yourself with making coffee when Daniel hands his liquid filled race boot to third place.

You weren't quite sure how you were supposed to watch what you said to Max- there was no reason to in your mind. Max was your next closest friend on the grid and you had every right to congratulate him if you wanted to.

Resolute in your decision, you text Max and Daniel a quick congratulations before shutting off the TV and closing your laptop.

Max's insane custom ringtone he'd selected for himself nearly makes you jump out of your skin when it blares from your phone.

"Hey great race-"

"Did you see it? I wasn't sure if you'd watch it- did you see my move on Hamilton when he tried to get past me?" He was talking a mile a minute like he was still out on track. "I was like- and then Dan tried to overtake me on the final lap and I was like no way! And then-"

"Max," you chime in, dragging out the 'a' with a sing-song voice. "You're rambling."

"Oh right. Yeah but I made it! Led every lap and finished with another win."

"That's great." You force as much enthusiasm in the words as possible, trying to match his chaotic energy. "You did great. I know it probably doesn't mean much, but I'm proud to be your friend. You beat a world champ!"

"It means a lot-"

"Who's that?"

You stiffen at the familiar cadence. You had assumed Max was back in the garage when he called, but he must have still been in the podium room. You could picture him in his race suit, smudges of grease and dirt staining the pristine white. Beads of sweat probably ran down his neck, begging to be brushed away by your tongue.

"Uh, no one," Max says in a lame attempt to cover up his digression. "I gotta go," he whispers to you.

"Let me talk-"

"Wait don't," you start, but the call ends abruptly and you blink. You stare down at your phone, completely dumbfounded. Of course his instinct would be to talk to you, to share the euphoria of a podium with you. It was the first victory in three years he wouldn't have you to celebrate with.

It was only a matter of time until his resolve popped like the cork on his champagne.

**********

Pierre's phone is in his hand as soon as Max hangs up. He hefts his trophy in the other, a wild grin on his sweaty face as he snaps a picture. He makes sure he's the only one in the frame, shamelessly wanting himself to be the center of your attention.

"Mate," Daniel pipes up, catching his eye, "you think that's a good idea?"

Pierre sighs, cutting the Australian a glare. "I'm just trying to fill her in."

"Wasn't your plan to give her space?"

"It's been a week, isn't that long enough?"

"Take it from me, sometimes it takes months for someone to figure things out. Hell, you know how long it took me to sort through my feelings for-"

"I know," Pierre cuts in. "I know. I just- a snap can't hurt can it? C'mon, I just got a podium! If it goes bad I can blame it on the post race jitters."

Daniel holds up his hands and shrugs. "You're a grown man. Do what you want."

Pierre studies the photo, scrutinizing the way his hair was plastered to his head and the awkward way he'd posed to keep anyone but himself out of the frame. It's his genuine smile that he knows will do you in, and ultimately the reason he sends it.

His phone is a lead weight clutched in his grip as he winds through the paddock, constantly stopped by vips and team members congratulating him. None of what anyone says registers, he just tries his best to match their mood and sputter praises about his team's contributions to his podium.

The snap you finally send back is only from the eyes up, but it's enough. He's surrounded by people in his driver room, but for ten seconds it might as well have just been him staring at a sliver of your face on a screen.

The tiny lines at the corners of your shining eyes tell him you're smiling, which is a step in the right direction even if you won't let him see your entire face. It's enough to reignite the hope that slumbered in his chest while waiting for you to pull the trigger and make a move.

He sends back a video of the people in the room, who cheer when they realize they're being filmed. 'Wish you were here,' is what he captions it and sends it without giving himself a chance to overthink.

Ten minutes pass with no reply.

The beer he’s already consumed have given him a pleasant buzz as well as an excuse to make a bad decision or two. He takes another video of the room to post to his Instagram story, 'Missing you' written in the lower left corner.

Fuck, he hopes you'll see it and regret leaving him on read. Instead all he gets is a text from Charles chastising him for stirring up drama.

Really Pierre?

Blame it on the alcohol, he texts back.

I know you aren’t drunk. You can’t form a coherent sentence when you are.

Guess i gotta drink more then

Pierre doesn’t turn anyone bearing alcohol away. He's two celebratory shots deep when Daniel finds him sulking in a corner. "You've got my girl texting me freaking out over your story. I've seen it and I gotta agree with her. Was that really necessary?"

"She left me on read," Pierre says like that was enough explanation. His head was spinning and it was getting hard to keep the room upright. "And it's the truth. I miss her like hell. I want her here. She was supposed to come, you know? I was gonna have her fly in with me on the jet. She doesn't start class again until June. I had this whole week planned out. I was gonna show her Texas- she’s from New York and..."

He trails off when he notes Dan’s pitying smile. Daniel sighs and runs a hand through his curls. "I know. I get it, okay? I know it's hard but you can't force it. You've gotta let her come back on her own, all you're doing now is pushing her away."

He was fucking clueless when it came to these things. He'd had you for a few precious moments and now that he'd lost you he didn't know how to act. His mind was running on hazy autopilot; he barely knew which way was up, let alone did he trust himself to make any sort of important decision.

He stares down at the shot he'd been handed at some point before throwing it back. The cheap whiskey burns his throat but he barely registers the sting. "Should I take it down?"

"She already saw it," Daniel says gently, as if he anticipates how bad the fuck up will hurt. And it does. It hits him like a tire wall at two hundred kph, knowing that you were probably ranting or crying on the phone with Daniel’s girlfriend. "But yeah, that's probably best. People are already wondering what happened between you two, no need to throw fuel on the fire."

"You're probably right-" Pierre cuts off when Charles arrives with a grimace on his face. He shakes his head and gives his friend’s shoulder a squeeze.

"For once I'm not the dumb one."

"You're a dick, you know that right?" Daniel says, allowing Pierre to delete the post. It takes him a few tries before he gets it down, but undeniably rumors will be circulating in the morning if they weren’t already.

"Honestly what were you thinking?" Charles demands, edging towards full blown yelling. "I told you to leave her be. The gossip stemming from this isn’t gonna help.”

The last thing he needed was someone else telling him how stupid his decision had been. At least Daniel had the decency to show sympathy.

"Honestly?" Pierre responds with the same intensity, his anger flaring. "Honestly, Charles, I was thinking that she was happy for me but was too afraid to take the leap. She haunts me. Every second I’m awake I have to force myself away from her. Even when I’m asleep I can’t get away from her. So I don’t know, maybe I wanted to haunt her too."

“This isn’t the way you win her back and you know it.”

“I know!” Pierre throws up his hands. “But what else am I supposed to do? She won’t talk to me. She has no problem talking to Max or Daniel but apparently she draws the line at me.”

“You know it’s not-” Daniel's eyes flick to his phone and he fights back a grin. All it does is remind Pierre that he lost the person that could bring that sort of smile to his own face. "Fellas I wish I could stay and help but I gotta get going. Charles, I think Pierre needs another drink." He slaps five American dollars in the Monegasque's hand. "First one is on me."

Pierre is too deep in a spiral to care when his friend drags him from the party to a bar just south of the circuit. Somehow it was within walking distance; the floor was sticky and the lighting was for shit but he didn't care.

Pierre's focus was on downing shot after shot, erasing the broken image of you his mind had conjured up. He never should have posted the story. It only served to feed into what the media had been speculating for the past week and dredged up more tension between you.

Pierre stops checking his phone two shots later. The liquor provides a wet blanket over his senses, dousing him in cold water and scrambling his brain. He could barely remember his own name, but yours still lived in the corner of his mind.

Even drunk, he refused to forget you.

Two hours and who knows how much alcohol later, Charles helps Pierre back to his hotel room.

Pierre falls asleep as soon as he hits the mattress, head too blurry to dredge up memories of you.

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Free will argument

Fandom: Dracula (2020)

Characters: Count Dracula, Agatha Van Helsing, John Seward

Relationship: Dracula/Agatha Van Helsing

Rating: Mature

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Zoe's voice trailed off in her head, and Agatha went to the window.

Light rain glittered in drops on the bushes and benches of the hospital park, the evening sun peeped through the rare clouds. Slowly Agatha put on her jacket and dialed the number she found in her grand-niece's phone.

‘Jack, get me out of the hospital. I'm discharging myself.’ It sounded confident. The young man on the other end of the line tried to object, but Agatha said: ‘Hurry up,’ – and dropped the call.

They rode in the taxi in silence. They stopped once – at an antique shop. Digging through Zoe's memory, Agatha found this little store in Soho, selling all sorts of unnecessary trifles along with false antiquities and pseudo-magic nonsense.

Climbing out of the car, Agatha returned five minutes later. Leaning over to the open window, she put the bag with aspen stakes on Jack's lap and, going around the car, got back.

She did not know why she was going to Dracula and did not know what kind of reaction she expected from him. And she really had no idea what she was going to do.

‘You don`t look very surprised.’

‘You don`t look very dead.’

‘I`m getting there.’ Agatha walked through the open door and, staggering slightly, sat down at the table. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jack follow her apprehensively. She heard her own voice telling how easy it was to find Dracula's apartment.

When Dracula grabbed the guy by the throat, Agatha woke up abruptly.

‘Let him go,’ she said, feeling the pain rise inside Zoe's body in a hot wave. Why is she here?

‘Why?’ Dracula turned to her with interest.

The pain squeezed her chest and then gone. Agatha swallowed.

‘This is England,’ she said, catching her breath. ‘Conversation preseeds dinner.’

So little time, Agatha thought, looking at how Dracula threw the young man away and, turning to her, leaning with both hands on the table. Almost unconsciously, she mirrored his pose, inside fleetingly noting that she had never been in a more stupid situation.

Except when she died aboard the ship, which she herself blew up, hoping to kill the vampire. Agatha frowned, shaking her head. She needs to concentrate. She thinks about the wrong things.

‘– waiting for someone?’ Jack's voice came to her through the fog in her head.

‘Lucy Westenra.’ The name of the girl Dracula killed brought Agatha back to reality. She raised her head. ‘Do you expect her to rise up and come to you? I have to disappoint you – she was cremated.’

Agatha was surprised by Dracula's reaction. Anger, disbelief, irritation – and a shadow of horror suddenly replaced each other on his face. Did he really feel something for that child, Agatha asked herself distantly. Most likely, however he just…

Dracula's ferocious monologue was interrupted by a sharp ringing at the door. He paused, looking first at Jack, then at Agatha with a victorious smile.

‘You underestimated... hmm... vampires' liveliness,’ with flashing eyes, he said and went to open. He turned around halfway. ‘Dr. Seward. She was your friend, wasn't she?’

Agatha spent the next half hour desperately battling nausea, pain, and fear. The scene with the ill-fated, half-burned Lucy was disgusting, and Agatha almost regretted bringing Jack with her.

It is better for old acquaintances to meet in private.

‘...at least she died well. This is a rare quality, believe me.’

Agatha shuddered.

‘Quality or taste?’ she asked, turning to Dracula.

‘Oh, taste,’ Dracula nodded mockingly. ‘Her taste was unique. I've never seen anything like it before. It was as if she was in love with death.’

‘That`s it!’ Having doused Agatha simultaneously with pain and heat, understanding came. ‘That`s everything.’ She looked at Dracula, frozen in bewilderment. She turned to the tear-stained youth. ‘Jack, go away.’

‘Dr. Helsing, I can't…’ he protested. ‘I will not leave you…’

But Agatha did not listen to him.

‘I need to speak to Count Dracula. It's very personal,’ she said, looking Dracula in the eye. ‘He wouldn’t want anyone else to hear it.’

‘Why not?’ Dracula asked.

‘Because now I know exactly what you fear most,’ Agatha said. She straightened, returning his victorious smile. The pain receded, she suddenly felt at ease.

‘Well, I don’t know,’ Dracula looked at her with childish delight.

‘I know you don’t,’ Agatha replied.

‘Dr. Seward, you may leave,’ Dracula said without turning to Jack.

‘Get out,’ said Agatha.

She glanced at Jack. He looked at her questioningly, as if he expected her to explain everything to him and tell him what the hell was going on here. Agatha sighed slightly.

To tell the truth, she was not sure of anything. Least of all – how what she just realized will help.

‘Today is going to be a beautiful day,’ she said to Jack with her eyes pointing to the curtained window. Deciding that he understood her plan, the guy nodded and left, finally leaving them with Dracula alone.

For some time after his departure, Agatha stood with her head bowed. Pain, faintness, and weakness returned again. I can't do it, she thought.

For just a second, she let go of the expensive tabletop, on which she was leaning so as not to fall, and found herself in the center of some kind of hurricane. She was hugged, held close to Dracula, and he showered her face with kisses. Agatha froze, slightly stunned from all this and from amazement without even trying to escape.

Dracula hugged her with both hands, stroked her head, touched her vertex with his lips.

‘I missed you... I missed you so much,’ he whispered into her hair, laughing.

His lips were unexpectedly warm and soft and he was strong and she was so tired. So confused, so worn out. A stranger in this time, in this place, in this life, and in this body. Pressing her cheek to his shoulder, Agatha briefly allowed herself to just be where she was. She felt good.

Unexpectedly, this thought sobered her.

‘Let me go,’ she said emphatically. He, oddly enough, obeyed instantly. ‘What do you mean – you missed me?’ looking up at him, asked Agatha.

‘That means that I badly wanted to see you.’ He smiled. Agatha frowned in annoyance.

‘You set it up. Zoe... you offered her your blood.’

‘She wanted it herself.’

Agatha flared up.

‘Do not try to confuse me!’

‘It's not that easy to do.’ He took her chin. ‘Agatha,’ he said, looking at her carefully, ‘tell me what you understood about me.’

This simple request uttered without irony and the usual mocking subtext suddenly made all her diligently accumulated anger disappear.

Walking around Dracula, Agatha slowly, overcoming sharp spasms twisting her body, went to the curtained window. She raised her hand and jerked the curtain down.

After waiting for the fuss and screams to subside behind her, she turned around.

‘It`s one hundred and fifty million miles away. What would it do to you?’

Dracula sat on the floor, shielding his hand from the sun, and looked blankly.

Suddenly softening, Agatha walked over. She dropped down next to him.

‘Have you ever thought,’ she asked, ‘why are you the only one of your... kind who is afraid of the sun? Why could Jonathan stand it and why was the girl in your basement not afraid of it? Like the cross, by the way. And Lucy Westenra, by the way, came here before dark.’ Agatha watched his expression slowly change. ‘Why?’

He frowned.

‘I do not know. I thought it was –’

‘Just habits,’ she said. ‘The things which you taught yourself to be afraid many centuries ago, so as not to think about the most important of your fears.’

She turned around, leaning her back wearily on him. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, and in some incredible way, this gave her strength.

‘All your fears lead to one,’ Agatha said, closing her eyes and throwing her head back on his shoulder. ‘Lead to the fear of death. You are a warrior from an old line of warriors, and therefore you hate this fear and are ashamed of it. That's why you came up with all your superstitions and signs.’ Lord, the pain was terrible. Agatha grimaced. ‘Simple as two times two.’

He kissed her again, now somewhere on the cheek or temple. Agatha did not have the strength to resist and argue: Zoe's body was slowly fading away, she every minute waited for the blessed night to fall on her.

Agatha did not remember her last death. Her awakening in the twenty-first century was abrupt and rather awkward. Waking up in a body that she shared with a frightened and lost grandniece, Agatha spent the first few days looking around and trying to understand what was happening and what to do with all this. It was not easy to establish contact with Zoe – she was exhausted and stubborn, overflowing with a sense of guilt. It took three months before her weakened mind was able to listen to something other than itself.

Agatha reproached herself for missing the time. Perhaps she should have been more persistent. Perhaps then young Lucy Westenra would be alive.

It was easy to explain to Zoe why Agatha went to Dracula. Much harder – to explain it to herself. She did not have any means and even physical strength to fight him, and no support, except for a frightened young man, gripped by double grief – because of the loss of his beloved and a friend he was about to lose. Why did she do it?

Because there is free will in the world. Agatha smiled without opening her eyes, remembering how she argued about it there, in the wine cellar, with Dracula. He convinced her that she was looking for violent passions and great adventures, deliberately choosing the dangers – and he believed that she was right in this. Her position, however, rather confirmed his words – even if Agatha did not know what exactly was happening, one thing was obvious: he kidnapped her and kept her with him.

‘What would await you in the monastery, Agatha?’ he said during one of their conversations at chess. ‘Monotonous days, hard work, and prayers to someone you don't even believe in.’

‘I believed in Him thanks to you,’ Agatha answered, and he smiled incomprehensibly and strangely.

Agatha opened her eyes.

‘I lost,’ she said quietly. ‘I lost because I teased the wolves.’

‘I wouldn't jump to conclusions,’ there was a whisper in her ear, and the warm lips moved down to the base of her neck. They played and teased and caressed her until…

‘Will you ever leave me alone?’ Agatha asked, looking up from the chess table in front of her. She opened her mouth again, about to say something harsh, and suddenly realized that the pain was gone. During the three months that Agatha spent in Zoe's body, the pain became so familiar that it was as if, after the even creaky sound that tormented her day and night, there was suddenly quietness.

She looked at Dracula. He sat without saying a word, as the last time, demonstratively clutching a glass of blood in his hand.

‘It's poisoned,’ Agatha said, pointing to the glass.

Dracula was still silent.

‘What do you want?’ Agatha asked almost plaintively. Confusion and fatigue hit her at once. Dracula put the glass on the table, stood up, walked around it, and stopped in front of her.

‘Agatha,’ he said softly. She got up. He smiled. ‘I want to offer you... a choice.’

Agatha frowned. It didn't take a big mind to understand what he meant. Zoe's blood was poisoned, but apparently not enough to kill him. She looked into his eyes.

‘Either I will finish you off, and your death will be quick and easy,’ Dracula spoke her thoughts out loud, ‘or let me convert you.’

The last word made her recoil. Turning away, Agatha walked around the small room several times before remembering that it was impossible to escape from it. Desperately, she looked at Dracula. He stood where he was, not trying to speak to her or stop her. And that moment she clearly realized that he would not force her.

She went up to him again.

‘I have about ten minutes left to live,’ she said softly.

‘That's enough for me,’ Dracula assured her. ‘Although, judging by your blood, you have at least two weeks.’

He was serious. And it was more frightening than all his previous bullying. Agatha ran her hand over her face.

‘You want to make an animal out of me. If only to save me, and you could continue to play with me, you are ready to make me a primitive creature driven by hunger.’

‘I'm glad that you think so highly of me.’ Now in the voice of Dracula, there were familiar, risible notes. ‘But your prejudices prevent you from seeing the essence. At this time, the vampire no longer needs to be a hungry animal,’ he said impatiently. ‘You don’t even have to kill to live. My lawyer delivers blood to me at my first order. Given the required parameters and the talents that I am looking for. Yes, he is quite inventive,’ Dracula smiled in response to the dumbfounded expression on her face. ‘You don’t have to hide, you’ll no longer be an outcast. It would be all the joys of this world before you, including the sun.’ He raised his hand and stroked her cheek. ‘Hate me, if you want, leave me by slamming the door – whatever you want, please. But allow yourself to use this chance.’

Out of place, Agatha imagined what would have happened if she had actually stayed in the monastery. Probably, she would have lived a peaceful life, which would have found its completion in a modest cell on the slope of long fruitless years. She looked at Dracula. He tore her out of that life by the roots, throwing in the face of the self-confident and naive nun the consequences of her own impulsive actions. He killed her, returned her after one hundred and twenty-three years, and offers her... a life without him. Shaking her head, she laughed.

‘Why are you sure that you will succeed?’ she asked without preamble. ‘If I remember correctly, you told Jonathan that most of those whose blood you drink die. How then are you going to?..’

‘Jonathan helped me understand how simple everything is,’ Dracula replied with a smile. ‘And difficult at the same time. Free will, Agatha,’ he said, seeing that she still didn't understand. ‘It's all about free will.’

Agatha frowned, but not because he was now literally quoting what she was thinking.

‘Lucy… you told her something… that in four hundred years she was the first to give you her blood voluntarily. She wanted you. She wanted to stay with you. Like that girl in the basement, probably. But Jonathan,’ Agatha said immediately, ‘Jonathan definitely didn't want that. He begged you to let him go.’

‘He wanted to leave me,’ Dracula agreed. ‘But also – before he died, he swore that he would do everything in his power to stop me. But what could an exhausted, almost drunk dry, sick person do to me?’

Agatha's eyes widened.

‘To fight you, he had to become your equal,’ she said, barely audible. ‘He became a vampire because he wanted to.’

‘Like everyone else,’ Dracula nodded. ‘It's a pity that I realized this so late.’

Agatha just brushed aside another dark joke. Turning away from Dracula, she stared ahead of her for a while.

When she looked at Dracula again, her gaze was direct and open, and she did not need to say a word. He already understood everything.

The next thing Agatha saw was the sun's rays. They shimmered, shone, covered her body from head to toe, spread a sheet of bright light under her. Fascinated by this incredible sight, she did not immediately realize that she was naked and was lying in the arms of a naked Dracula, who touched her shoulder with a kiss.

‘It always seemed to me that the conversion had to be... painful,’ she gasped in amazement.

Dracula smiled, looking up.

‘After all this time, did you think, I`d let it hurt?’

#dracula 2020 #bbc dracula #count dracula #agatha van helsing #dragatha #fanfic

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How do you handle casual ableism especially ableism that’s said to be “a joke”? I am blind and I get this all the time and it’s so annoying because I can’t win.

If it’s said by someone I know I probably won’t talk to much, if ever again, I just grin and bear it. If I’m invested in this friendship or know I’ll be working with them a lot, then I’ll say something. But I do have some personal pet-peeves.

“Oh, so you’re blind, but not like, blind-blind.”

Whenever I explain to someone new that I’m visually impaired and what I see, I sometimes get the “oh, so you’re blind, but not like, blind-blind.” and I just... *internal screaming*

I hate it because it reinforces this hierarchy of “who has it worst in the world” that abled society has. It’s like saying, “oh, you’re blind, but at least you don’t have cancer.” That is insensitive to both people who are blind, people who have cancer, and people who have both.

Everyone is going through their own stuff, and sometimes it feels debilitating and sometimes it feels normal. Undermining someone’s experiences by saying/implying someone has it worse is terrible and even worse is using that idea to say “oh, then you don’t need this accommodation that badly, you’re not disabled-disabled.”

I am blind. Just blind. I have a condition that highly affects my life and just because there are a few settings where I can pass for sighted, does not mean that I am not blind.

And those people feed my internalized ableism and imposter syndrome so that I begin to think “I’m not that blind, people have so much less sight than me” and begin to feel like I don’t deserve any of my accommodations, even my cane when my worst days hit. My cane, that thing I bought myself that affects no one apart from warning them I can’t see them, but means everything to me.

What I would like to say: “I am blind. What I’m describing might sound like no big deal to you, but it affects my life every day and I will never, under any circumstances, see as much as a sighted person. Please stop comparing my disability to other disabilities.”

“Can you use your cane as a weapon?”

It was funny the first 3-4 times I heard it, but strangers say it to me constantly and it’s just like... “oh, them Lakers” or “How’s the weather up there” or some other cliché joke that has been told to death. And these strangers don’t realize how unoriginal it is because they probably never interact with other blind people, but I hear it all the fricken time.

I’ve explained to friends that I don’t like this joke. And I have an example of it in A Witch’s Memory, specifically Ulric’s second chapter. But like, I cannot control what strangers think is funny.

What I would like to say: “I cannot. Canes are much more fragile than you think, and each one has cost me $50 each. And I’ve had... six? Over the years. And they take weeks to ship to me. I would be terrified of my cane getting damaged.”

“I bet you’re looking forward to robot eyes.”

No. I’m not. I’m really not. Leave my eyes the fuck alone.

This was waaaaaay before I was diagnosed with Visual Snow Syndrome, which is a neurological problem, not an eye problem, even if the symptoms that affect me most are visual.

And as for the ableism, there’s soooo so much in that statement:

“Oh, I bet you’re looking forward to getting cured”

“I think being blind is terrible, I would want robot eyes immediately”

And if I said that I didn’t want robot eyes ever, I’d almost always get:

“I bet it wouldn’t be that bad, you’d be a cyborg. How cool is that?”

I said no the first time. Respect that answer. It’s my body, my eyes. I’m so tired of this debate.

The only form of this conversation I will ever accept is from my best friend who admitted that he personally would jump at the chance for cybernetic enhancements, especially something that reduced chronic pain. There are some more personal issues I won’t disclose, but from his perspective I understood and we came to the acceptance that we had very different stances and that was okay so long as we respected each other’s choices.

What I would like to say: “I have considered this and personally decided that under no circumstances would I ever want this kind of surgery done to me. Please respect that choice and don’t joke about experimental surgeries with me.”

“Just consider me your personal human guide dog.”

Only one person has ever said this to me, but he’s said it several times while acting as my sighted guide and I hate it, not because there is any ableism directed at me, but because he’s calling himself less than human and I wish he treated himself better. He deserves better. My solution is just saying nice things to him every chance I get about how much I care about him and how he is good.

“Fuck you! I love you! Don’t you dare call yourself a dog. You’re amazing and I love you.”

“Well you’re able-bodied.”

Said to me by another person with a disability, specifically a chronic illness, while complaining about why I couldn’t do something for him.

It was my father.

and I just...

I have literally never not been disabled in some capacity.

I remember my ADHD affected me from the early age of six years old and how much that affected my self esteem. I started having chronic health problems (mostly due to anxiety) as soon as I entered my teenage years. The worst was when I was 19. And then I went blind.

I am in no way able-bodied. Do not throw this hierarchy of who’s more disabled at me. I physically cannot handle the task you asked me to do without physical pain following me for the rest of the day. It’s either going to have to get done by someone else, or I’m going to need help. Why do I need to be in pain all day for this?

You’re young, therefore you are able-bodied.

You means nothing in terms of disability! Lots of people are disabled, visibly and invisibly. And if your kid needs disability aids to perform normal tasks like walking safely outside, you shouldn’t be calling them able bodied.

What I would like to say: “I am not able bodied. I am far from it. What you’re asking me to do will either risk serious injury to me or will cause me serious, lasting pain. Please respect my physical limitations.”

“And on your right you and hear, smell, taste, touch the ocean.”

It was a joke by a close friend when we were on a road trip. Also, we were in a car on the freeway, literally, none of those things would be possible from that distance because all I would hear and smell would be car fumes.

Like, okay, I know I can’t enjoy the scenic view the way sighted people can, but I am enjoying this drive in my own way. Even the visuals I can see are nice(ish). It’s stimulation, something different for my brain. I’m having fun listening to the music and your story while we move and there are shapes and faded colors passing us.

I’m experiencing this amazing road trip.

Maybe it’s not the way you would experience or best enjoy it, but I am having fun, don’t spoil it by reminding me that I’m different from you and that my experience “must be less enjoyable.”

I told him: “I don’t like those jokes. They aren’t funny to me. I don’t need to see it to enjoy it.” And he stopped. He never made another one after that drive.

(He’s also one of those people who has serious anxiety around making someone uncomfortable, and me telling him “hey I don’t like this, can we do this instead” actually helps us both, because I’m no longer uncomfortable and he can trust that I would immediately tell him if he ever did something I didn’t like. If I’m not speaking up, then I am good. And I can trust that he will stop as soon as I tell him to, and that I can always speak up if I need to.)

#Anonymous #disability #actuallyblind #cripplepunk #ableism #ableism tw #blindness #mimzy things #there are probably a dozen or more reoccurring jokes but my brain is tired #I'm gonna make myself go to bed...#eventually #adhd is being a pain #just end the task already #but I have music playing and I like this playlist #long sigh

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