#if i'm lucky they'll just block me

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Welp, and as promised here's me once again restarting up WIP Wednesdays! I think we can all agree to just forget the fact that my last update for one of these was back in *checks archive* NOVEMBER????? Oh, uh shit. Huh. Damn that creativity slump was really kicking my ass there for a bit oops. Did not realize that it had been an entire four months since I last shared anything lol.

So, from the bottom of my heart: my bad. So please find it in your hearts to forgive me asjdhjakshdas.

Thankfully at least, I think I'm starting to find a nice after work/morning routine that should hopefully keep that creativity up again. Four mornings are spent cross-stitching for a couple of hours with a little bit of pc gaming afterwards, one (which is smack dab in the middle of those four days) is like 4-6 hours hanging out in a starbucks/library and ONLY writing, and the other two mornings are my days off of work where I just game for like 12 hours straight lmao. Routines are good for the heart and soul me thinks.

Plus, the slightly warmer weather and more sun is making me feel WAY better about life and picking my ass up out of that seasonal depression so that also helps a shit ton not gonna lie lol.

Enough taking about me trying to get some semblance of a life back together, here's the shit that (almost) everyone's actually here for: a teensy little sneak peak from my new outlast au piece!

The only reason that Ashley refused to give in to the pain though, was because she knew that no matter what pain she was currently feeling, Chris was feeling it magnitudes worse. That he could feel far more than the metal slicing into muscle, that he could feel the stickiness of the blood that coated Josh's back, the fabric of the more than likely entirely soaked jumpsuit digging into the cuts and making them only sting more. That he could feel each and every one of the small pieces of rubble that still continued to dig into the bloody palms of Josh's hands, left nearly shredded from his frantic attempts to chip at the thick wall of his padded prison cell in order to make a gap just barely wide enough for him to squeeze through. All as he dealt with not only the insistent, burning itch in Ashley's left arm from where the word carved there was still healing—plus whatever other aches and pains she had gained in the last couple of hours since her long-awaited release—but his own long, angry, and still weakly bleeding gash on his right arm. A parting gift from one Rick Traegar during his own desperate escape from the confines of the Male Ward. A ward that he had only barely managed to escape with his life in that first hour.

And now for the bit for the people who don't give a shit about my writing: cross-stitch update! Obviously not a huge amount of progress since my last pic, since I've only sewn once since then. But that skiploom is certainly coming along okay and should hopefully be finished tomorrow morning if everything goes smoothly!

#wip wednesday #my writing #cross stitch #until dawn #pokemon #outlast au #climbing chrash #is it bad that i missed putting these poor kids through absolute hell on earth and terrible emotional/physical trauma? #cause i really really have lol #anyways cross your fingers for me on friday morning when i sit down for another quarter-day session of writing #got one of my roommates to pick me up some earplugs when they went grocery shopping yesterday #and if i'm really lucky they'll be able to block out all noise so i won't get distracted from writing by the music playing in the starbucks #or the noise of people walking around me and talking in both places #or thats the hope at least lol #that what i really need when it comes time to concentrate when writing is just quiet #though i suppose also going to see a doctor and maybe getting back on my meds would help too now that i think about it #considering those meds are literally just to help me concentrate and focus on shit sjkdhaskdjhasd

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: you decide you don't want to end your friendship because of a casual fuck. he agrees. just why is he then eye-fucking you across the room and bumping into you accidentally? 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: park seonghwa x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.4k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: dilf!seonghwa, bestfriend!reader 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: hair pulling, dacryphilia, public sex, cream pie, ddlg, public oral (female receiving), voyeurism, breathplay/choking, hickeys, bruising

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: choking?, swearing 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: officially, i am ready to get dicked down in a gown by park seonghwa

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

mr park: forgive me for doing it this way, but i would like to cancel the date. it is not the brightest idea, i was carried away by the emotions at the moment. let us close this chapter, as fun as it was. i am not looking for further interactions such as the ones we had, and i am most certainly not looking for a relationship. sorry for giving you the wrong idea. take care.

your heart drops. hidden by the curtain in the changing room, you allow yourself to sit down and drop a few tears. fuck, you were having such a good time. such a handsome, skilled, jaw dropping gorgeous man, just slipped from your grip, and there's nothing you can do about it. you crave his existence, you wish to look at him and touch him day and night. as creepy as it sounds.

the sixth dress you've tried on for the dance is already is itchy against your skin, and you sigh. the bright green isn't flattering on you at all. your friend has already picked the dress, lucky her. your budget wasn't exactly big, so finding something pretty and inside the budget was hard.

"oh, hi dad."

you freeze.

"hello, love."

even his voice is pure honey.

"how is the shopping going?"

"well, i bought mine. i'm just waiting for my bestie to finish trying on."

park seonghwa stays silent. the realization of you being here near him just moments after him ditching you put him in an awkward situation.

"hey, you good in there?" she calls, putting her head between the curtains.

"yup. i'll be right out." you stop to think, making your friend raise her eyebrow questionably. "actually, you go with your dad. i'll check a few more of those sale dresses and head home."

"sale dresses? but the blue one looked like a dream on you! you're still thinking?"

"it's a tad bit out of my budget." you confess, already annoyed at her lack of understanding that you are just not as wealthy as she is.

"oh, why didn't you say so? dad!"

"what the fuck are you doing?!"

"dad, can i get this dress for her? i know you made me block my card because i went crazy at prada yesterday, but i could really use it right now."

hearing her casually mention prada like it was mcdonalds made you a little irritated.

"no, honey. sorry. it's not a really good idea."

"but, but, you didn't even hear the price yet-"

"it doesn't matter. no more spending for this month. be happy i let you get your own dress. you have hundreds at home that are just piling up at the bottom of the closet."

"aren't we, like, super rich? what's another thousand euros for you?"

you are way too embarrassed to leave the changing room, so you stay inside in hopes they'll forget about you and just leave. you glance at the expensive dress that hangs on the wall. it's a pretty royal blue, with a thin sparkly belt on the waist and sparkly straps. it's a minimum, but makes the dress stand out.

"no, i am super rich. you are not exactly. come on, now. get your bags and get into the car. ask your friend if she wants a ride."

"uh, no." your voice is raspy, and you clear your throat. "no, thank you. i am fine."

"very well. let's go then."

you hear paper bags shuffling, then quick footsteps and the doors opening.

"sorry about my dick dad. i don't know what has gotten into him." your friend apologizes.

"you have nothing to apologize for. i didn't even expect him to do something like that, are you out of your mind?"

"oh, what's another thousand for him? he probably made a few just while having that conversation with me. he's just being an asshole."

"car. now."

your squeeze your thighs together, the stern voice coming from the man doing wonders inside your stomach.

"ugh, i'm coming!" the girl stomps after him, leaving you alone in silence.

the green dress it is then.

the day is long and exhausting. considering that you arrived to the shop with the help of your friend's chauffeur, coming back home on foot was one hell of a task. you felt like the paper bag was carrying you, instead of you carrying it. your feet burn from the walking, and you can't wait to wash the sweat and humiliation off of you. you went from a thousand euro royal dream to a fifty euro eco trash bag. at least you have that dollar store green eye shadow you can use with it. how funny.

hot water drips down your body, fogging up the glass and trapping you in your little imagination bubble. your clit is begging for attention, reminding you of all the ways park seonghwa has touched you. his fingers skillfully rub your tense bud in ways that have you wondering if any of it is real. before you know it, you're clawing at the wet tiles as your other hand tries to desperately find the good spot inside of you. he finds so easily, why can't you? your fingers can't be much shorter than his.

half an hour of chasing an orgasm later, you give up. you've spent enough water, and your parents are going to kill you when they see the bill at the end of the month. it's all park seonghwa's fault. you can just mail him the bill and demand to pay. if you weren't so busy touching yourself to the thoughts of him, that wouldn't have happened.

defeated, you exit your room, somehow feeling more tired. you stop in your tracks. a black box sits on your bed, a yellow circle logo proudly shining on it.

"what the fuck?"

you reach for the box, touching the letters underneath the symbol. you don't open it yet, just in case this belongs to someone else.

"mom?!"

"yes?!"

"what is a versace doing in my room?"

"ah, your friend's chauffeur brought it over. said it was exclusively for you! bastard wouldn't let me peek."

that's all it takes for you to dive into the box like it was a new spicy book delivery. you make sure to leave the box intact, not wanting to rip something from such a luxury brand. a blood red gown sits in your hands, plush-like fabric melting down your fingers. it feels so luxurious, and expensive. it looks like something out of met gala, like it was ripped off of blake lively and given to you.

your phone pings, interrupting you from your little daydream session.

mr park: i think the blue is too calm for you. you need something fierce for a change. sorry if i overstepped. i just saw it when driving home and had to go back for it. not a word to my daughter.

you really didn't have to, sir.

mr park: i wanted to. you'll look lovely in it. and, please, have mercy and don't look at me tonight. i am a weak man.

your breath hitches. god, is he serious? just how fierce was this dress?

before you can examine it any further, the doors of your room opens, the familiar girl barging in with her little travel bag full of makeup and hair gadgets.

"whoa, slow down."

"no slowing, there's only three hours left until dad sends the chauffeur for us. god, what is that?"

"oh, it's uh-"

"vintage versace?! oh. my. god." she immediatelly pulls it out of the box, letting the empty carton fall on the floor carelessly.

"it's my moms, she dug it out after i came back home," you lie.

"i knew your mom is so cool."

park seonghwa really meant fierce when he said it. the red dress hugs your body like it was sewn on you, the leg slit high but hidden among the ruffles of the thick quality fabric. it is a corset dress, with offshoulder straps and a low cut. you don't feel exposed though. you feel like a queen.

"this fake ruby will go so good with that dress, trust me."

"oh, thank fuck, i thought it was real," you scoff, taking the big stone necklace and putting it on.

"why? think i can't afford it?"

"oh, no, no. apologies. you can totally afford a real ruby, miss." you joke, then glance at the clock.

just in time, a car pulls up to the entrance, the driver exiting to open the doors so they're ready for the two of you.

"shit, this is it. we're gonna get so wasted."

"isn't your dad gonna be there?"

"oh, he's not going to notice me when the headmaster gets him. poor woman is convinced that my dad wants her. some people just fail to realize that he just doesn't have the time for that. nor the will."

you feel like the sentence is targeting a little, but she doesn't spare you a glance as she sits in the car. the drive there is quiet, the clicking of her nails against the phone screen being the only noise in the small space. you glance at the small mirror of your hairbrush, checking your make-up again. you are feeling a little self-conscious, having never worn make-up this bold before. a winged eyeliner, heavy highlighter on your cheeks and inner eye corner, and a blood red lipstick. it's just a dance, wasn't this a little too formal?

one of your worst fears starts creeping into you, opening the doors of bottomless overthinking and migraines. what if you arrive overdressed, and everyone there is dressed in cute floral patterns and light spring dresses? while you are here looking like you've been dressed by donatella herself. and to think that park seonghwa saw the dress in the window of a store while just driving past it, and then went all the way back to get it and deliver it just for you, makes your stomach feel like fireworks.

to your relief, as you arrive in front of the building, you see that everyone else is equally extravagantly dressed. the dance wasn't at the college, but a place that park seonghwa himself has picked. it is a mansion just outside the city, with beautiful rose bushes, a stone path through the grass, and balconies to die for. it's like he knew how to make you stay longer than you planned on this dance.

"joshua!" you greet your partner as you enter the spacious room, surprised at the big change in his appearance.

"wow, don't you look luxurious. am i allowed to stand next to you?"

you playfully hit his shoulder, blushing at the comment. he turns to your friend, making small talk with her. you use the chance to glance around the room, in hopes of seeing the man of your dreams soon. you do not spot him, but you do spot a very familiar man. a man whose face you've seen on screen, and who has seen much more than your face on mr park's screen. your face instantly goes red, and your blood is boiling. you suddenly feel naked under his gaze, but he erases that feeling by smiling sweetly your way, and waving at you as a greeting. a complete opposite of that day.

"dad isn't answering my texts. i'm just gonna go find him to let him know i'm here."

you nod, then turn your attention back to joshua. to your surprise, he has left somewhere too, you just failed to acknowledge it. you are left alone among people who are already dancing, and you feel a little bored. with the dress in hand, so that you don't trip and make a fool of yourself already, you make your way towards one of the tables that stood near the walls.

you halt your steps, suddenly coming face to face with the man who had you wrapped around his finger. you don't mind. he fails to stop in time, accidentally bumping into you and almost making you fall back. his hands are quick to grab your waist, restoring your balance again. he doesn't immediately remove his hands. you don't mind that either.

"oh, mr park."

he doesn't speak. he takes a moment to look you up and down, and you do the same. he wears a white dress blouse, and his usual black slacks. the blouse is a little see-through, and you are taking in as much as you can while he busies himself staring at you.

"sir?" you call, suddenly remembering that your friend is searching for him, and that he has not yet removed his hands from you.

"god, you look ravishing." he groans.

"sir, your daughter might be-"

"i thought i had it under control. but now that you are here..." he trails, eyes dropping on your red lips. "i wish i could just-"

"seonghwa?"

the man turns around, and your waist suddenly feels cold and empty.

"dad?" another voice calls now behind you.

"sweetie?"

"mom?!"

you are shocked by the sight. a gorgeous woman, age similar to mr park, stands in front of the two of you. luscious locks fall over her shoulders and chest, and the royal blue dress you almost bought is overshadowing yours. it looks so much better on her.

"what the hell are you doing here?" mr park is calm, despite his harsh words.

"i am here to see my daughter. and talk to you."

"there's nothing left to talk about. i'm sure your husband would mind, anyway."

"seonghwa, please."

"dad, please." your friend begs, taking his hand and giving him her best big eyes.

he isn't a fool to fall for that. but he leaves with the woman anyway, because he knows just how stubborn they both are. the once married couple makes their way upstairs, and you can't help but stare until they disappear.

"it's rude to stare." your friend says, annoyed.

"oh, sorry. i must've zoned out."

"no, you didn't. you were staring at my dad."

you scrunch your eyebrows, looking at her confused. she rolls her eyes, then folds her arms across her chest.

"i'm not stupid. you think i didn't see how you threw yourself on him just a few minutes ago? acting like you're going to fall and shit, just so he could-"

"i swear it's not-"

"oh, shut the fuck up. putting your boobs out like that in that dress. is that even your dress? did your broke ass steal it?"

you are shocked by her sudden change in behaviour. you knew she had a problem with what happened between her father and you, but why did she decide to bring it up tonight? you have brought it up before, she assured you it is alright, and now that you really did not do anything, she is acting worse than before.

"it's not zara, bitch. it's versace. where the fuck did you get it? is it from me? because i can't keep track of all of my clothes, you thought you could just take it?"

you are grateful for the loud music, muting out her yelling. you see red. you know you are at wrong, but she picked the worst time to confront you. besides, it's not like you didn't talk about it at all. you thought it was all solved. guess not.

"your dad bought it for me." you spit out.

"what?"

"he thought i'd look hot in it." you press further.

"shut up."

"in fact, he just admitted that he wants to fuck me in it tonight."

"you're fucking delusional. he is getting back together with mom, don't you see? stop embarrassing yourself."

"you're telling me that your father would take back a cheater?"

her jaw drops. she knows it's true, but she has never heard you speak so freely. and she does not like that.

her hand reaches towards your hair, pulling at it, while the other one grabs a sleeve of your dress.

"stupid whore!" she curses, yanking at the necklace around your neck.

by now, people are starting to turn heads, slowly taking out their phones and recording.

"you are a shit friend, you know that? i've given you everything, and you go behind my back to fuck my dad? not once, but twice?"

"the fuck is your problem, i thought we solved this, you lunatic?!"

it gets on your nerves that you are taking this now that you really are innocent. you fight back, pushing her away from you and accidentally stepping on her dress, ripping it. everyone gasps, hands covering their mouths but phones still up in the air.

"you-" she breathes heavily, face red with rage. "you- you absolute slut! you whore!" she screams.

"that's enough." someone says next to you, before standing in between. "get up, you are making a fool of yourself. your drunk outbursts are hurting an innocent person."

"mr kim-" you start, ready to defend yourself.

"i'm not-!"

"come on," kim hongjoong helps the girl up, keeping her in a tight grip and guiding her outside the mansion. "phones away, everyone. show's over."

in the corner of your eye, you see park seonghwa rushing downstairs, followed by a woman in tears. by now, everyone went back to dancing, assuming that the girl was simply drunk and didn't know what she was saying. you are forever grateful to mr kim.

"what happened?" seonghwa grabs your shoulders, eyes skimming the ripped sleeve of the dress.

"your daughter happened." you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep tears from falling.

"oh, love, i'm so sorry."

"well, i kinda earned it."

mr park looks at you confused. you sigh, then slowly start walking towards one of the empty tables so that the dance floor can free up.

"she was saying some things and i intentionally pissed her off." you explain.

"what did she say?"

"that i intentionally threw myself on you, that i'm exposing my cleavage for you, and you know, that sort of stuff."

you cannot look him in the eyes. his gaze is too intense. his eyebrows are scrunched as he looks at you, and you aren't sure if he is mad with you or his daughter.

"and what did you say?"

you stay silent. you cannot fall any lower in his eyes. instead, you pour yourself a glass of wine, taking small sips of it. you absolutely hate alcohol, but in an awkward situation like this, you'll gladly drink the whole bottle if it means it'll get you out of the subject.

"do you wish to talk somewhere more private?" seonghwa suggests, making you choke back on the liquid.

"how private?" you ask before you can think.

the man chuckles, then offers his hand for you to take. you look around, making sure that the two women aren't around to see. mr kim has probably busied himself with taking care of mr park's daughter, and his ex must've left. she seemed pretty upset. you hate that the sight of her upset makes you happy.

park seonghwa leads you upstairs, much like his ex wife a few moments ago. he passes by a few doors in the hallway, until finally opening one. the interior is similar to the one in his library, only with a much bigger book selection. but he doesn't let you examine too much. he leads you to the balcony, which reminds you of the one from romeo and juliet. it looks like something from an old castle abandoned in the woods, with vines growing all over the old broken stone. the manor is surrounded by a light forest, just a few minutes away from the city, but the view from the balcony makes it seem like it is in the middle of a fantasy field. there is no light pollution, therefore you are able to see millions of shiny dots up in the sky. before you can keep gazing, mr park rests his hands on your waist, turning you around so that your back rests against the stone fence.

"sir?" you ask, hoping he would say something that you'll have an answer to.

"i was right. red is your colour."

his finger brushes over your red lips, then continues down your jawline, the neck bones, and to the cutout of the dress. he caresses the skin above the material, mere millimeters away. you are shivering, despite the pleasant weather tonight. you look into his eyes, bite down your lip when you see how focused he is in his moves.

"now that it's ripped off anyway, i'd love nothing more than to shred it to bits, just to see you again."

"but, you said-" you try reminding him of his message. he is very confusing to you.

"i know what i said. i can't help it." he steps closer to you, face inches away from yours. "i dream of devouring you in this dress."

his hand takes the wine glass from yours, lips pressing against it to take a sip. he looks deep into your eyes while he does so, faint glint getting you more riled up. you feel yourself dripping through the thin material of the thin lace thongs you wore, and it feels like he can feel it too somehow.

the glass is set on the fence now, a safe distance from both of you. you think he will finally speak again, but the man has other plans. his main plan seems to make you fall into his arms tonight, and it is working. his hands cup your face, and he presses his lips against yours. your hands are gripping the cold stone, not knowing what to do from the sudden explosion of emotions. carefully, park seonghwa pours the wine from his mouth into yours, sensually kissing you along the way.

aside from it being the hottest fucking thing that has ever happened to you, you are also happy that you didn't spill any of it. you swallow, and when you try to move away to catch a breath, he only deepens the kiss, your face still in his palms. he tugs on your lips, biting them gently, sucking them, swiping his tongue along them, with a satisfying rhythm. you can't help but whine into his mouth, a certain part of you wishing for more friction.

"all you have to do is say the words, doll." he says, voice deep and almost a whisper.

"what words?" you ask, stupidly.

"any words. anything that will give me a green light." he answers, eyes searching yours for any kind of signal.

you think, for a short time that to seonghwa seemed like years.

"take me. here. on this balcony."

seonghwa groans, and leans in again to give attention to your lips. his hands roam your body, mainly focusing on your waist and thighs. he grabs your flesh through the fabric, squeezing it with desire as his tongue hungrily chases yours, not getting enough of it no matter how much he gets.

he pulls away too fast for your liking, and before you can whine again, he drops down on his knees. his perfectly polished shoes are forgotten as they suffer scratches from the floor, and his perfectly ironed black pants will soon meet a similar fate.

"hold this for me, pretty?" he asks, handing you the bottom of your dress.

you are caught off by the sudden situation, yet your body responds immediately and takes the fabric from him. you can barely see him from the red ruffles, but you can definitely feel the hot wet muscle licking through the thin lace of your underwear. you sigh, your head falling back at the hot sensation on your clit.

"don't hold back, please. i want to hear you."

you feel uneasy, but the moment he pushes your panties aside and attaches his lips to your core, you do not care. you whine, breathe heavily, moan, pull at his hair in ecstasy. you love the thrill of knowing that anyone could walk in and the first thing they'd see is the two of you doing sinful things in the moonlight. bet they'd love the sight, too.

"fuck, sir-" you gasp, feeling him sucking on your sensitive bud.

"fuck, i love it when you call me sir. call me more names, darling, i beg you."

"m-make me," you choke out, feeling his finger sliding between your walls.

he scoffs, playfully tugging on your covered nipple as he continues pumping his finger in and out of you. he does it slowly, making sure to brush against the sensitive spot but not give it complete attention. just enough to keep you on the edge.

"oh, i'll make you. don't you worry." he promises.

his hands grab your thighs, almost raising your body from the ground, so that he could eat you out properly. you have the urge to close your legs, but his hands are firm and keep them open. you shake against his restless tongue, hoping to release soon.

"mr. park- please- please-" you beg, choking back tears.

you do not know why you tear up in sexual situations with him. from the pleasure? from the pain of edging? from knowing that this might be the last time you're doing it?

as soon as he hears your voice shaking, mr park stands up, making sure that it really is what he thinks it is. without a word, he kisses you again, lips wet with your arousal. he keeps fingering you, knuckles disappearing between your folds and deliciously preparing you for him.

"turn around for me, little girl."

his words shoot arrows to your core, and it takes a lot of strength in you to do as he says. his fingers find their place right under your jaw, softly pressing into your neck and making it difficult for you to stay sober. he releases every now and then, just enough to let you breathe properly. his other hand moves the back of your dress, giving it to you to hold onto, and then raises your leg so that it rests on the fence. you are now standing on one leg, wet core completely exposed to the cool night air and him.

"good girl," he praises, leaving a kiss on the top of your head. "so flexible for me."

you hear a zipper, then clothes ruffling. you breathe out when you feel something smooth and hot rubbing up and down your folds, not yet entering. your head drops from the dizziness of his playful choking, and your eyes widen when you finally see the rest of the view from the balcony.

down there, in the garden behind the manor, there are three benches and a fountain. and on one of the benches, his ex wife. she seems to notice you at the same time you notice her, judging by her sudden jaw drop and widened eyes. you don't get to warn him, as you are interrupted by your own gasp caused by his hot muscle pushing inside your tights walls. he wastes no time in thrusting into you, quickly catching a rhythm while simultaneously pulling your hair with his other hand. at this point, it is more you thrusting back into him than he is thrusting forwards into you. you need his every inch, no matter how fucked up the situation at the moment is.

you can't help it, you look at the poor woman in the eyes, moaning as her ex husband is tearing you apart on the balcony of their once shared holiday manor.

"louder," he growls, speeding up his movements.

and you do it. you moan, louder, not on purpose, but because it really feels that good.

"fuck, your cunt is made for me."

"da-daddy-" you test the grounds, and he halts his movements.

shit, you fucked up.

"what?" he says, out of breath.

"nothing-" you gasp, his fingers pressing into your neck, "daddy, i said daddy-"

you are interrupted by a moan again, as he begins thrusting harder. the woman is on the verge of tears, and even though you feel a little bad, the feeling of her husband's cock filling you up feels too good. you also remember the reason they parted. she did the same with another man. you allow yourself a moment of braveness, already having said goodbye to the friendship with their daughter.

you smile down at the woman, then reach behind to grab mr park's hair. you moan, loud and clear, more for her to hear. the man groans, burying his head into your shoulder and biting down, making you gasp and close your eyes in pain. his hand rests on your lower back, making you arch it just a bit more so he can finally hit the spot you both need.

you open your eyes, only to find her still standing there in disbelief and shock. she is disgusted with you, and heartbroken by him. and you do not care.

"mr. park, you're too big for me-" you choke out.

he slows his movements, then raises his head from your shoulder. he admires the bruise he has created for a moment, then follows your gaze down to the benches. upon seeing his ex wife, you expect him to stop. but he only does so for a moment, before yanking down the fabric on your chest and exposing your breasts. he continues diving into you, softly panting into your ear and driving you insane.

the woman seems too stunned to even move. it is clear she is not enjoying it, she isn't a voyeour.

"you're taking me so well, doll. you should see how abused your pretty pussy looks, begging me to cum all over it and inside it." he growls, then grabs your jaw so that he can look at you.

his eyebrows are scrunched, focused on the approaching orgasm.

"moan for me more, baby, please. you sound majestic."

unable to hold back, you moan into his mouth, hips thrusting back in a desperate attempt to reach the orgasm. it is building up inside of you for so long, threatening to overflow any moment now. but he has complete control over the rhythm, and the moment you start moving too, he chokes you just a little harder.

"sir, please, sir, let me cum- i want to cum on your dick so, so bad," you say everything that is on your mind. he enjoys seeing you vulnerable in his hands, and slows down the pace just to hear you some more.

"you want to cream on daddy's cock, little girl? you want me to fill you up all the way, to have you walk with my cum inside your abused little hole the entire night? have my daughter apologize to you as you desperately try to keep my seed from spilling down your legs?"

"mr park-"

"yes, angel."

"sir-"

"just a bit more, doll."

"seonghwa-" you scream, and he is quick to press his lips on yours to calm you down.

feeling your walls squeeze from the waves of the orgasm, you take him over the edge, his seed painting your walls and making it easier for him to ride his own orgasm out. your body shakes from the intense pleasure, and from the sudden rush of cold air on your bare arms. mr park is quick to release your neck, and wrap his arms around you and press your body against his chest. he kisses you sweetly, simultaneously rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm you up. his cock twitches inside of you, and he is still slowly thrusting in and out, riding out the rest of the orgasm.

you breathe heavily into his mouth, legs going limp and threatening to become numb any second. he finally helps you set your leg down, and slowly pulls out of you. hot seed spills out of your hole and down your leg, and you are scared that it will stain the dress.

"do you trust me?"

"huh?"

"do you trust me?" he repeats himself, guiding you so that your body is facing him again.

"well, yes, i- oh!"

he picks you up by your waist, so that you can sit on the stone fence. it is wide enough for you to sit comfortably, but if you could choose not to, you would. his hands are holding you firmly, and his eyes tell you he isn't letting go.

"this dress looks gorgeous on you, but it is in my way the whole evening," he huffs, flipping the dress once more.

"no, i'm too sensitive-" you try to stop him, but he hushes you.

"trust. me."

he doesn't touch your clit. he doesn't try to finger you. instead, he collects the white streak that has started the journey down your thigh, pushing it back into your hole. you feel yourself becoming wet again, horny and angry butterflies raving in your stomach. he uses his two fingers to gently push all of his seed inside you again, and he looks up at you with deadly eyes. you recognize the lust once again, and you almost moan at the sight. "now, let's go find my daughter to get your apology." “no!” you protest, panic swallowing you.

“relax. she will say no, I will be mad at her, and she will then ask to go with her mother.”

you try to follow, but you can’t. why is he so careless about his daughter choosing his ex wife over him? he seems to realise your confusion, and laughs fondly.

“that way, nothing can stop us doing this any time and anywhere. and, I can finally make that dinner reservation at the new restaurant. been dying to try it with you.”

“but, I don’t have any money. I cannot pay my share.”

park seonghwa chuckles, then leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. you feel all fuzzy and warm, feet swinging under the dress from the simple act.

“I’ll gladly be your sugar daddy. just the more romantic and relationship type of sugar daddy.”

oh.

“what do you say?”

“I say your cum is ready to be washed out so I better go fetch my apology.”

“good girl.”

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[vanishingcherry]

GOT A SENSE I'D BEEN BETRAYED

pairings: lando norris x reader

warnings: swearing, mclaren being shitty, lando being shitty for agreeing with mclarens plans, break ups, general angst

authors note: based on this request hii! thanks for requesting! the start is just a bit of a backstory, so its not that great. prompt 9 is "'you promised' 'i know'", prompt 10 is "none of it was real... was it?" and prompt 11 is "don't touch me". check out my prompt list

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When introduced to the world of F1, you immediately became a fan.

After a couple years of watching the sport on TV, you managed to get tickets to a Grand Prix not too far from your city. You were overjoyed as you walked through the entrance on Friday, having managed to snag tickets for all three days of the race weekend as well as a paddock pass for free practice.

Decked out in all the merch you owned, you were a sight to see. Lucky for you, the clashing shades of red, orange, black, green and blue were an all too common sight at a race, allowing you to comfortably blend in wherever you were.

Your day at the paddock was amazing, to say the least. Watching pitstop practices, meeting other fans and even taking pictures of and with a few of the drivers. It was, arguably, one of the best days of your life.

You were just about to leave the paddock when a McLaren employee walked towards you, blocking your path.

"Hello! I'm Julie, what's your name?"

After replying with slight confusion, she explained why she was talking to you.

"Lando saw you earlier in the day when you were outside his garage and wanted to talk to you! I'm glad I caught you, he wanted me to give you these paddock passes for tomorrow on behalf of McLaren."

She went on about everything the passes included, but you were still stuck on the fact that Lando was the one who had invited you.

"Wait- I uh- Lando? As in Norris? The driver?"

"Yeah." she laughed at your reaction. "Just come and show these passes to anyone at the McLaren hospitality tomorrow and they'll tell you where to go."

When you showed up the following day, weirdly enough, they directed you straight to Lando. You got to talking, and before you knew it you had spent hours with him. The two of you were interrupted a while before qualifying was meant to begin, and shockingly, he asked to take you on a date the next week.

You were slightly skeptical, it seemed like something straight out of a movie and you knew that going on a date with Lando could have repercussions on your entire life. Nonetheless, even you knew that turning down this invitation would be stupid. Even if it didn't lead to anything, it would be an experience for sure.

To your surprise, it was one of the best dates you had ever been on. A year later, the two of you were still together. Despite the unordinary circumstances that had brought you together, you were glad to have caught his eye that day.

Since then, you had accompanied him to many races, and today was no different. Heading towards his driver room, you lift your hand to knock, before stopping centimeters from the door. Someone else was in the room, you could hear hushed voices. You turn around, taking a few steps away, giving them their privacy.

"Y/N deserves to know!"

It was the voice of one of his friends, and the sound of your name had caught your attention.

"I can't tell her right now, okay? I- I'll tell her soon." That was Lando. You frowned at his statement, now wondering what he was keeping from you.

"Lando the longer you keep this from her, the worse it's going to get. In fact, you're probably lucky if she finds out now and doesn't leave."

"Don't you think I know that? Why do you think I'm not telling her?" Lando's sudden outburst was too much. He was hiding something that potentially changed the entire course of your relationship, you deserved to know what.

You slowly open the door, walking in just in time to hear what Lando's friend says.

"If you're not going to tell her, I am. She deserves to know that this started as a publicity stunt, even if that may have changed now."

"What?" you say in disbelief. Even though you barely heard the word yourself, both Lando and his friend turned to you at the sound. It would have been comical, how fast their eyes widened and expressions changed. But in the moment, all you could focus on was the fact that Lando didn't deny it.

Started as a publicity stunt.

Why do you think I'm not telling her!

You're probably lucky if she finds out now and doesn't leave.

Lando's friend murmurs an excuse, brushing shoulders with you as he walks out and softly closes the door behind him. Leaving you and Lando alone. If it was any other day, you would have been overjoyed to be alone with Lando, with his schedules and races you were rarely left alone. But right now, all you wanted to do was leave. Still, you ask.

"None of it was real... was it?"

Lando didn't answer. At a loss for words, his mouth opened and closed. He was wracking his brain, trying to think of something to say that would make you believe him, trust him. He had fucked up, he knew it. He just had to figure out how to fix it, make things right so that you wouldn't leave him.

You didn't notice the look of anguish on his face, instead you continued speaking, trying to make sense of the situation.

"You just thought that it would be okay to lead me on. That when I found out I was just for publicity, I would be okay with it. Or actually, you probably weren't going to tell me at all, based on your conversation" you all but shouted, referring to what you had overheard.

"I can't believe you!" The room, although large, seemed to be closing in on you. You felt like you were suffocating. "Say something Lando."

He stayed silent.

"God!" you turned around, resting your forehead in your hands, going through every moment of your relationship. The bright and happy memories were now darkened with the knowledge of Lando's initial intentions.

Waking up from whatever trance he had been placed in at the sight of you, Lando silently walks over. He carefully wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

"I'm so sorry, my love. I wanted to tell you I swear, I just chickened out every time. I love you, okay? I love you so much and I swear I'm not lying." He starts off, trying to explain before you cut him off.

"You promised." you whisper.

"I know." he mutters, knowing exactly what you meant.

"You promised, Lando. You promised you would never hurt me." Your voice cracked as you shrugged off his arms. He takes a few steps back and instead picks up your hands and plants a small kiss to your knuckles.

"I know, I'm so, so sorry. Darling, please just-"

"Don't touch me!"

He flinches at your tone, moving his hands from your own and taking a step back. Taking a couple deep breathes, he tries again.

"My love, I am so sorry." He bends down slightly, trying to make eye contact. "It started as a publicity stunt, yes, but I fell in love- I am in love with you."

He pauses for a moment, but remains undeterred when you don't respond. "I swear, all of it was real. My feelings are real, I never lied about those."

"Yeah, just lied about everything else" you scoff.

He almost reaches out to you before remembering that you didn't want to be touched by him. He flexes his hand before balling it into a fist near his thighs.

"I'm so sorry. Please just let me explain and I swear I'll fix this, okay? I- i'll figure something out and I'll fix this and we're going to be okay." At this point, he was convincing himself more than he was you.

Before he could say anything else, there was a knock on his door, signalling that he had to get in the car.

"Lando, its time."

"I know, I- just give me a minute" he begs.

"Lando we have to go right now, the race starts in 10 minutes". His engineer is adamant, slamming the door behind him, leaving no room for argument.

"Fuck!" he turns to you. "Darling, just stay here, yeah? Just for a while. I- we can talk after the race, I'm so sorry, just please stay here."

He waits for you to nod, eyes frantically scanning every inch of your face for a sign that you would stay. When you don't provide one, he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Please. Please, I am begging you just don't lea-"

"Lando! Now." A voice calls through the door.

"Coming." He shouts back. Turning to you again he speaks, walking backwards out the door as he picks up his baclava and helmet. "Please, just stay. I'm so sorry, we'll talk right after the race I promise. I love you."

With that, he leaves you alone in his driver room. You take a deep breath before sitting on the chair. You couldn't find it in you to stay, and so the moment the race started, you were up and finding a taxi back to the hotel.

Lando couldn't focus. From the moment he sat in the car till the moment he got out, all he could think about was you and the pained look on your face when you found out.

He regretted everything. The fact that he had kept this a secret for so long, and the fact that he didn't let you find out this way. But most of all, he regretted the day he agreed to the publicity stunt.

No one was supposed to find out about it. It was simple. He would date you for a couple months, and then make an excuse to break up. You wouldn't find out, the media wouldn't find out and he would have the publicity the team wanted. It would serve as the perfect distraction too, any poor performances would be overshadowed by the news of his new girlfriend. The team thought it was great, it would mean more fans interested in him because it wasn't everyday a driver dated someone that wasn't a model or famous.

Till he fell in love with you. He fell hard too, it wasn't slow and gradual but all at once. He was just sitting at his apartment, watching you read a book on the sofa when the realisation crashed down on him. That he would give up anything for you, that you were it for him. You were the only one he wanted to spend time with, only one he wanted to see when he came home after a race.

Lando knew that he should have stopped it then, broken up or at least told you. But he was selfish, he wanted to stay in the bliss you had created together. And so what was supposed to be a few months turned into 6 and then a year.

The race was shit for Lando. He had half a mind to crash on purpose, just because it would mean getting back to you faster. Nonetheless, he stayed on track, praying that there would be no red flags to delay the end. He had qualified well, at P8, but slipped back to P15 by the time the checkered flag came out.

The second he entered the garage, he walked straight to his drivers room, completely ignoring all the mechanics and engineers trying to console him after the bad result.

Opening the door in a hurry, he swears at the sight of no one in the room. "Fuck fuck fuck!"

He spins around a couple times, making sure you weren't there before opening his phone and walking out of the room in a hurry. At the back of his mind, Lando knew that there were a million things he had to do before leaving, but he forgot about all of them, running to the spot where his car was parked.

He tries calling you, repeatedly pressing on your contact as he speeds past the red light. He'd pay all the fines they wanted, getting to you was more important. He sighs when you don't pick up, face scrunching as he tries to keep the tears back.

Reaching the hotel, he hands the car to the valet, running through the lobby, just managing to slide into a closing elevator. Once at the right floor, he unlocks your hotel room.

He is close to crying when he realises that this room too is empty. You had taken your belongings, and all that was left was Lando's half-open suitcase in the corner.

But what really got him crumbling down is the note you'd written and left on his pillow. He read it over and over, making sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.

I'm sorry, I just can't. Don't message me. Please.

#vanishingcherry #leah writes ──⋆˚₊⋆ ๑ #f1 x reader #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #lando norris drabble #lando norris fluff #lando norris f1 #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris angst #formula 1 x reader #formula one x reader

[heartfullofleeches]

This is a stick up!!! Give me all your Tobi head canons!!

Please

In ghost hunter darling lore - The two of you met during your second outing. The house they inhabited had been known for paranormal sights decades before, but recent visitors reported hearing strange creeks and groans from within after the disappearance of the family that moved in a year before. I'm sure you can guess who was there.

Tobi has few memories of their life before that house or you. Their brain actively blocks out memories it doesn't deem important. All they had was a beat up old camera with peeling tape on its side that read "Tobi" in sharpie. Their vaguely southern accent originates from the boy in those recordings. You would've been yet another tally on those aging walls - had you not mistaken them for a hunter like you and greeted them in kind. Due to how their brain runs - they could barely remember any of their previous guests, but after that one night all they could find of was you.

After your meeting, Tobi powered on one of the many phones laying out their hideout and searched up the name of your channel. Things like ghost and ghouls confused them, but they eventually figured out the apparitions they're able to see are what you're after. As if by cosmic intervention, the next day you posted a listing online for a camera man. They're one of those!.... They think. You were also looking for a roommate. They could be that too probably. Lucky for them, that truck the family owned still had some juice and driving lessons had been one of the videos filmed by them.

Onto General Hcs -

Tobi has two cameras. The one used for filming vids and "Tobi Cam" which is the camera they found upon waking up. They use this camera to film their precious moments with you. While their brain is clogged with the memories you share, they keep physical copies in fear of the worse and to relive them over again. Tobi does not allow you in their room as their walls are lined with frames of their favorite ones and their shelves are filled with journals with written text of those encounters - each a million words long.

Tobi is an incredibly fast learner and often learns new talents just to prepare for your long future together. Not only are they your camera man, but they're also your personal chef, mechanic, dance party, and therapist - for when all your friends inevitably go missing. They're the one who designed your merch and even began production for the shirts and pins in their own room. They've always been hesitant to ship products with your face on them and there's some limited edition pillow and plushies that only they have access to. They have a whole ass bed but sleep on their mountain of merch like any good fan does.

Given their inability to communicate for long periods of time, Tobi has multiple mediums they use to talk to you. Abusing chat and texting you are one, but Tobi has a whiteboard set up in the living room they change every morning and night with words of motivation and fun facts they learn. As much as it hurts them to hurt you, if you do something they don't like Tobi is not above knocking you out with their words. You'll have a nice verbal conversation and all of a sudden your nose begins to bleed - then you're out. Thankfully, you never really remember the ten minutes before you black out. This is also a guilty pleasure as they wish they could talk to you like this all the time. They make up for it by cooking you favorite meal while you're recovering.

Tobi refuses to let you lift any heavy equipment. If you're lifting something up, they're picking you up and telling you to point in which direction to go. Given how easy it is to snap their bones, Tobi sees all humans as fragile and fears for your well-being at all times. They're like a kid knocking down shelves of glass to put their favorite at the top

Tobi's oral fixation isn't inherently sexual. When you're watching movies together they'll chew on your shirt or fingers because it relaxes them. You'll know when they're frustrated when they storm out of their room into yours just to bite at your cheeks or shoulder to calm himself. It's never too hard, but if you don't like being a human chew toy giving them an old shirt or sweater that still has your scent on it works fine. Jealous baby, so if you go anywhere without them they insist you wear their jacket to mark their territory.

Has play wars with ghosts that may invade your living space. They could devour them at any time, but it's fun to relish in domestic bliss with an audience only they can see or hear. Some of them are old friendd you lost. They kiss your cheek twice or those guests. When living visitors come over they lift their cap ever so slightly so they know they aren't welcome

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[atopfourthwall]

Geez Louise that was an aggressive response. I wasn't advising you on how to make everyone stop teasing you, mid level youtubers will always have jerks. I was talking about a proven method to deal with it in a healthy way- judging from your response alone I felt you needed. Think of its this way: you made that comic 17 years ago. Do you really want to be still getting SO angry and snapping at people in another 17? If not at LB but whatever else they'll come up with? But up to you, best of luck.

You're absolutely right it's an aggressive response. Maybe it was an unwarranted one... but your message was frankly unserious and unoriginal. Because your "proven method" is horseshit. "If you let people bully you, they'll stop bullying you." That's what you're recommending - be good natured about people insulting me. It is in fact not healthy to sit there and bear it and pretend I'm okay with it. I was quiet about it for a year or two before I finally started pushing back on it. I was miserable and it was affecting my mental health. They kept doing it - some because they honestly did not realize it upset me (and again, that's who the thread is for and I repeat - speaking out about is what got people to stop). But the other ones? "Do you really want to be still getting SO angry and snapping at people in another 17? If not at LB but whatever else they'll come up with?" Here is what you need to understand and I don't think you do: THESE PEOPLE DON'T FUCKING LIKE ME. They don't like my face. They don't like my voice. They don't like my show. They don't like my sense of humor. They don't like my hat. They don't like that I'm liberal. They don't like that I support LGBT+ people. They don't like that I analyze Power Rangers. They don't like me when I'm happy. They don't like me when I shout. They don't like me when I'm successful. They don't like that I was part of Channel Awesome. They don't like that I'm NOT part of Channel Awesome. They don't like my friends. They don't like me streaming. They don't like me criticizing truly awful people. They don't like when I don't dance to their little nickname. They. Don't. Like. Me. I am a joke to them - a clown, a living meme that they can throw my name out and it's an automatic laugh. I am not a person to them with thoughts and feelings and something that can be hurt. I am only real to them because they think I'm pathetic and they want to bully someone that they think is more pathetic than them. They do not and never will respect me. They see me as the guy who invented Lightbringer 17 years ago. That's it. That is all I will ever be to them... if I'm lucky, because these are the same kind of people who will try to find ANY weakness, anything that's slightly embarrassing I've said or done as a weapon... or just make up complete bullshit to attack me and make that into more memes against me, too. And the fact that you just refer to it as "teasing" me shows everything I need to know, frankly. Because that's all that it is to you - not something that was hurting me. Not something that was affecting my mental health. Not something that I respectfully ask people to stop doing because it makes me uncomfortable. Hell, your original message said I was "constantly" doing it. Two threads a couple years apart with a smattering of me asking one-on-one "Hey, can you not do this? It's actually intended as an insult." The assholes doing it to be assholes just get a block, because why the fuck would I try to engage with them? So yeah, if I'm aggressive in my response, I'm sorry, but your way is NOT healthy. Maybe my way isn't the right way for everyone, sometimes it CAN make things worse... but that's not the case for me and I get tired of bad advice from people who think they understand what's going on.

[seat-safety-switch]

Building a race car is a huge undertaking. You can start with a production vehicle, but as you race it, you'll slowly notice things deteriorating. Maybe you'll get lucky, and it will just be wheel bearings you have to replace prematurely. If you're really in the shit, or if you started adding a ton of power, you'll be seam-welding and buttressing parts of the body as they tear themselves apart under the repetitive, brutal forces. Things will break that make the dealership parts monkeys claim they "ain't never sold one of these before."

Anything that's successful on track, even a car that once ran on the street, is a melange of hacks, tears, and sleepless nights of re-engineering. And every major city has experts who can help you make things more reliable, for a price. For instance, did you know that old iron-block engines will slowly drift out of square the more you pound on them? After a couple years of hard use, they need to be re-bored, or they'll devour crankshaft bearings alive. That little bit of knowledge cost me (or at least my tax-deductible street racing team, Project Dodge, which, it is important, is legally distinct from myself and accepts all liability for its own actions or inactions) the approximate price of sending a conceptual artist to the International Space Station.

What this means is that, if you're sitting there in the stands cheering on the professional race car that looks like your car, you're actually cheering on some kind of futuristic jet fighter wearing the skin of your vehicle like Buffalo Bill. This, of course, should not discourage you from cheering on a professional race car. Cubic dollars have been spent on every inch of the car, developing it into a new kind of monster that is ready to do battle with all the others. Then thrown away, of course, because things wear out, and race car builders need to put food on the table, and races get more competitive every season.

Anyway, that's why I'm driving a Craftsman Truck Series racing truck to work these days. Those eggheads at NASCAR did a pretty good job on this thing, and our remarkably lax import laws don't blink an eye at a "Chevrolet pickup truck plus spares" driving across the border, even if it is at 120dB and fully sideways. And with my boring commute to work, chances are this thing's race-hardened might will never break.

[riality-check]

👉👈 could i request another lil ficlet that includes steve getting comfortable with his body as it changes over time, that shit is so healing

Hi anon, of course you can!! I love getting requests, even though I might take a bit to answer them!!

I'm going to take this one in a slightly different direction, if that's alright with you. I've got a couple of thoughts about Steve and migraines that I'm using this opportunity to share.

(For those who missed it, this ficlet is the one anon is referring to!)

Steve thought, like most people, that his twenties would be filled with adventure. He'd get to party, make mistakes, learn about himself, and have fun. He'd go places and find a place to call home and maybe even a person, too.

But he's twenty years old, and at least once every two weeks, he's out of commission because his brain decides to scream at him.

Scream is probably too kind of a word. Jackhammer through his eye socket fits better, but that takes too much effort to say.

Today is one of the jackhammer days, and Steve doesn't even get all the fun warning signs and the aura before it sets in because he wakes up to pain so bad that opening his eyes feels monumental.

Woo-hoo, twenties!

He rolls over to smash his face into his pillow. It blocks out the light, and the pressure helps, but being face-down is going to make him nauseous in a few minutes.

What he'd give to be normal.

A hand snakes its way into his hair, lightly ruffling it, and while, normally, Steve considers himself exceptionally lucky and ahead of the curve (for once) for already having found his person to call home, right now he wishes he were alone.

Not really. The hand in his hair has to go, though. It's too much when breathing hurts.

He groans and tries to move out of the way, but that hurts, too.

"Oh, shit," Eddie whispers, taking his hand away. "Migraine day?"

Steve hums, though it ends up being more of a whimper.

"Okay," Eddie says.

The bed shifts next to Steve, and the sound of footsteps appears and disappears. Before Steve musters the courage or willpower to turn back over and open his eyes, the bed dips again, and gentle hands are rolling him over.

He groans in anticipation of the light, but it doesn't hit his eyes. Eddie must have closed the curtains.

"Water is on the nightstand, along with your meds. I don't know how much they'll help now, but if you can stomach them, I think you should take them," Eddie says softly. "Do you want the ice pack?"

Steve nods, just barely.

Gently, Eddie places the ice pack, already wrapped in a towel, on his forehead. Steve sighs when the cold makes contact with his skin.

"Sorry," he rasps. He's glad Eddie brought him water, even if he can't make himself grab it yet. His voice is a wreck.

"What for?" Eddie asks, lightly running a hand up and down Steve's bare arm.

"Making you do this."

Eddie huffs. Steve cracks his eyes open to see him frowning, like he expected.

"You don't make me do anything," Eddie says. "Do I make you do anything on the days my nerve pain flares?"

"No," Steve mumbles.

It's just not fair. The monsters are dead and gone. Steve is young and strong and hot and able, except for the days when he isn't. He shouldn't have days when he isn't, not when the shit that caused them is dead.

He wishes this was something like the Mind Flayer. Something that could be exorcised from him or cut out like a tumor. Something that can be killed.

Steve is good at killing things. He isn't good at fighting by standing down.

"So, we have a day in," Eddie says, still quiet. "I wanted to finish my book, anyway. Mind if I read next to you?"

"Sounds good," Steve says.

He closes his eyes again, hears the rustling of sheets as Eddie gets settled in next to him.

It does sound good. Eddie has a way of spinning things, of distracting them both from both of their pain.

Steve wishes he could see himself in Eddie's eyes. He wonders what he'd look like. He wonders about the thoughts that Eddie doesn't share.

He's long grown past the misguided belief that those thoughts are bad.

Steve isn't good at fighting by standing down. But he thinks, as the light sound of Eddie's steady breathing and the blissful dark and the pleasant cold of the ice pack start to lull him back to sleep, despite the pain, that he doesn't have to fight. That this is just a condition of existence, just something to be lived with.

Not an enemy. Just baggage. And Steve can use his arms to hold it instead of swing.

He isn't normal. Neither is Eddie. And that's okay, too.

#ria writes #asked and answered #thanks for asking!! #anon #steddie #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #st #st ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson

[threadbaresweater]

sometimes I miss getting notifications that "so and so reblogged your post", and then I open it and there's a fucking reblog essay attached to a fic that i wrote. I'm not sure when that went out of style, and I, too, have changed how I reblog fic according to the trend I've noticed the last couple of years. But MAN there was no rush quite like the one where your mutuals and friends would comment on every line they loved and pick apart themes you didn't even realize you touched on. some of mine would even add custom memes and additional tag screaming.

just been thinking a lot about fandom and community today. I've seen discourse in 3 different fandoms now and I'm just sitting here with my jaw on the floor and wondering where exactly it all went sour. maybe I just got lucky the with the first fandom I participated in, idk. it just used to be interactive in a different way. of course, there are things I love about how it is now- I think in the place I've found myself, we as writers and consumers alike are more apt to toss ideas and themes around and not necessarily feel like we have to write a full-fledged story. there seems to be less of a divide between writers and non-writers than there was in my previous experience, which is really fun for me! we're all here to enjoy the same stuff, more or less. and I'm lucky to be in a place, too, where most of us respect what our peers are posting about, whether we enjoy it or agree with it or not. it's why I have a hard time jumping into a new fandom, mainly because it took me months to feel comfortable here, and I'm not sure I have the spoons to do that again somewhere else.

anyway, this is long and rambing and pretty much just thoughts off the top of my head, but yeah. good god, be kind to each other. don't be afraid to talk to people. have a good time. write stories and bounce ideas off of each other and block people who threaten your peace. and write big ass comments on your friends' fics. they'll kiss you on the mouth, with tongue. I guarantee it.

#not sure what to tag this #but here are lin's 10:28pm sleep deprived thoughts

[levenlike11]

professional player suna x famous reader (they/them pronouns used) drabble! hope you enjoy🫶🏻 sorry for the inactivity, my brain refuses to work these days🥹

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"do you think people will recognize me here?" suna shows you a picture the paparazzi took of you two together on your date last night. you have no idea how they even recognized you since the photo was taken at 1 a.m. in pitch black dark on a narrow street in the city, where you thought no one would come at that hour.

"no one's that obsessed with you to know you from your back and ass." you scoff, sliding down on the flood of articles titled "y/n and their new partner spotted at midnight"

"some people are but anyways-" you roll your eyes. "what does the articles say?" suna asks, pushing his body closer to yours so there's not a single inch left between your sides. you push him away from you which makes him pout and he takes your phone from your hand.

"you have your own phone to use rin, leave mine alone." you try to reach for your phone but fail miserably when he turns his body the other way. damn him and his too long arms.

"after an interview with *** magazine, y/n had denied any rumors about their dating life. it seems that was just a bluff, seeing how we can easily say that's them in the picture, embracing a mystery person in the middle of the night." suna reads aloud and turns off your phone.

"you got away again." you huff and take your phone back, logging into your profile. "i lost thousands of followers in one night, i'll probably lose a lot more." you put your phone on the nightstand and throw yourself on the bed, suna joining you soon after.

"i'm sorry baby, i didn't think anyone would see us, i know you didn't too. you're always extremely careful to not cause a scene. they must have been following us for a long time for that picture, i'm surprised they didn't see who i was. at least you'll only deal with your disappointed fans and not mine too." he tries to look at the bright side and pats your head hoping it will help you feel better.

"my staff will be so angry too, like i told them to take a photo of us. they always ignore how hard i try." you push your face into your pillow.

"i feel bad that you have to deal with this alone." he rubs your back and you turn back to him.

"i have an idea. but it might just make things worse."

"do you want to tell everyone?" he asks and you nod.

"only if you want to as well though. i don't want you to feel like i pushed you into the situation. also my team and yours might get much angrier."

"at least we won't have to hide anymore. you can even come to my games and cheer for me!" he smiles, trying to look on the bright side again. you really wish to be as careless as him sometimes.

"so you don't mind?" he shakes his head. "like not at all? completely sure?" "hundred percent." he answers and hugs your side. "i want everyone to know i scored such a great, gorgeous, hardworking, pretty, nice, amazing partner." he smiles.

"they'll probably think i'm the lucky one for finding myself such a handsome boyfriend." you chuckle seeing how he grins after that and pick your phone back up from where it was.

"do you want to post something or should i?" you ask, opening instagram. he takes your phone, opens your photos and chooses a selfie you took last night with you smiling bright and a kiss mark on his cheek. he posts the photo with the caption "my mystery person<3" and you both ignore all the calls and texts you get all day, enjoying the freedom by going out to get food together, hand in hand.

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note: sorry this kind of sucks, trying to force myself out of a writing block (not working very well as you can see :/ ) hope you enjoyed it nonetheless, as always feel free to leave feedback and point out any mistakes!

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[agust-june]

Let's talk about KIM DOYOUNG...

I just came here to say if I CATCH yall defending Doyoung out here it's blocked on fucking site. I need yall Ncitzens and Kpop stans to STAND THE FUCK UP.

Out here posting pictures of ugly ass snowmen with MCDONALDS BS. GFTOFH. I saw this yesterday but Koreaboo pissed me off and these tweets of these fucking weirdos made me mad. So imma talk about it here.

Imma post screen shots of tweets and for those of you that are clearly not assholes or not delusional, let's point and laugh.

Fuck the first tweet bc though he is not supposed to be making political statement. That's what he's doing. And I will drop that man like a trash bag into the dumpster. The SECOND TWEET FUCK KIM DOYOUNG'S FEELINGS. Fuck him what about the feelings of the Palestinian fans that he has? What about the people you are actively dying from bombs? starvation? Dehydration? What about them? Out here actively making SNOW MEN using McDonald's shit FUCK HIM. AND FUCK YOU TOO WEIRD ASS BITCH.

The first tweet here. It's not about his family or friends. Doyoung is in the public posting pictures of McDonald's snowmen. He's fucking weird. And if we find out about his family and Friends they can get the smoke too. They ain't special. The last tweet on the bottom...yall spend too much online into kpop. I need people to be educated and up-to-date in the world bc what do you mean does that country exists??? I need people to WAKE UP GO TO FUCKING SCHOOL OR GET HOBBIES OUTSIDE OF KPOP PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

We knew SM wasn't shit. We knew. Doyoung, I am not shocked he's in SM. I like to give people chances but once you fuck up you fuck up. And THIS??? Oh baby you lucky SM needs you for they check which is why I will not be supporting Doyoung and I will give you the Wendy treatment bye bitch.

Hell isn't hot enough. That's all imma say.

On that note, I want to add that as a K-pop fan and Ncitizen, I am greatly disappointed, but I am not surprised. I had a FEELING someone in NCT was gonna do this bs. For once, I was hoping to be proven wrong. But that hoes to show you... we don't know these groups. He isn't the only one supporting these companies. Other idols are, too.

Here's some links to other idols

I also want to note that I will be taking my Doyoung post down even though it had Johnny in it. I'm clutching my pearls like a southern white woman and leaving. I can't get rid of the merch I bought, especially my DoJaeJung albums, but I won't be buying anymore. I understand some of these idols are under contract. For example, New Jeans they have a contract with Coca-Cola, and they just had a meal with McDonald's. That I completely understand. But ACTIVELY spending money to McDonald's and Starbucks and posting it!?!? Nah, you gotta go. Idc who you are. I don't care you have godly teir vocals you're done. It's not that hard to TRY to do something good. I am actively avoiding Starbucks, McDonald's, actively staying up to date on what's going on in the world. It's not just Palestine. It's Congo. Sudan. Yemen. If I can do all of that work a job. Go to school. Watch One Piece (an anime that actively talks about corrupt governments, genocide, war, propaganda, etc). Kim fucking Doyoung and other kpop idols can do it too. They just don't care and want to keep rolling their checks (he probably need to with that pocket change he probably getting). I AM BEGGING yall K-pop stans who still don't get it to STAND UP. Get a life. Read a fucking book. Because yall look dumb as hell, and I'm sorry, but my EGO MY PRIDE will not allow me to be dumb and continue to turn a blind eye when I know people are dying in a genocide. And for those of you saying "well just educate the idol." Baby, there's a reason why college is for adults, and it's not a mandatory if grown adults want to make the choice to learn they'll do it. These idols are GROWN it's not my job to educate adults who are older than me, and it shouldn't be your job either, especially FOR FREE.

I hope yall have a good day today, and I hope yall stay safe out there!

#black kpop stans #nct 127 #kim doyoung smut #june talks #dojaejung #doyoung nct

[manari-archives]

emails i can't send fwd: masterlist

note: some of the stories are not inspired by the entire song and only a couple of lines or verses.

001. emails i can't send | CS55

It's times like these, wish I had a time machine So I could see what you did And thanks to you I, I can't love right I get nice guys and villainize them

002. Vicious | CS55

You're lucky I'm a private person I've quietly carried your burden, and Everyone thinks you're an angel But, shit, I would probably use different wordin'

003. Read your Mind | MV1

To think that we could be casual You're not my friend And, baby, you never were Why the fuss if you say you just wanna be mine?

004. Tornado Warnings | LH44

I'll drive you home ,You drive me crazy But that's not gonna stop me I'll call you out, You call me "baby"

005. because i liked a boy | GR63

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice All because I liked a boy You said I'm too late to be your first love, but I'll always be your favorite

006. Already Over | MS47

We been talkin' for hours 'bout how we shouldn't talk for hours on end Kissing after a conversation 'bout how we'd probably be better off as friends

007. how many things | LS18

I wonder how many things you think about before you get to me I wonder how many things you wanna do you think I'm in-between I feel myself falling further down your priorities And I still make excuses for you constantly

008. bet u wanna | DR3

When you don't have control of who I'm holdin' Is it feeding all your fears? Bet you miss me, bet you're reminiscin' I bet you hate the way that you said goodbye

009. Nonsense | MS47

You said you like my eyes and you like to make 'em roll Treat me like a queen, now you got me feelin' thrown, oh I think I got an ex, but I forgot him

010. Fast Times | LN4

Couple days in, I call you "baby" Three stories up here contemplatin' But what the fuck is patience Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it

011. skinny dipping | DR3

But both of us, we'll be thinking about how different we are From those scared little kids that had those Arguments in your garage All the ways we sabotaged it What it was and what it wasn't

012. Bad for Business | LH44

We look good in photographs, I like the way you like to laugh At dirty jokes, I know they'll always land Used to get to work on time, but now you're taking up my nights Never been so glad to be so tired

013. decode | MV1

There's a weight off my shoulders now that I don't chase you Being myself, did that emasculate you? Learning from you that I can walk away too

014. opposite | CL16

Oh so you do have a type? And it's not me Oh so you can reply? Just to not me So y'all are in Paris now? Guess it's public Face like that other girl,You're in love with

015. Feather | CL16

Your signals are mixed, You act like a bitch You fit every stereotype, "Send a pic" I got you blocked, Excited to never talk I'm so sorry for your loss

016. Lonesome | GR63

If I fall in love with all my problems, will they leave me too? Well maybe I believed in all your lies, 'cause I believed in you Why were you somewhere else when you were next to me? I know, you know, it keeps me up

017. things i wish you said | LN4

When I saw you cry, I didn't handle it well Without you here I don't know what to do with myself I hope you know it scared me to death The night that your sister said that you got in an accident

#carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #george russel x reader #george russel imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #mick schumacher x reader #mick shumacher imagine #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll imagine #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel riccardo imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

[canirove]

Kylian Mbappé Imagine | one

Author's note: So far I had only shared my Mbappé imagines on Wattpad because that’s where I’ve been getting the requests, but since people are liking them so much, I thought about starting to share them here too 😊 Yesterday I posted some kind of masterlist with links to Wattpad, so some of you may have already read this, but I wanted to post it here for people who don’t have an account there, don’t want to open it, or just want to have these imagines archived somewhere. Hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

Little summary: you are dating Kylian and PSG is playing against Monaco, your ex's team. He didn't treat you well, and now you fear something bad may happen during the game.

Masterlist

"How was training?"

"Great. I'm ready to kick some Monaco asses tomorrow" Kylian says, sitting on the sofa next to me.

"Monaco..."

"Wait, no, sorry. It was joke. I'm sorry" he says, hugging me. "I had forgotten about him."

"Lucky you" I chuckle.

"It's gonna be ok, you'll see. That jerk won't dare hurting me."

"You don't know that, Kylian. I still haven't forgotten about the texts he sent me when he found out that we were dating. They were fucking scary."

"You should have blocked him the moment you broke up. But hey, they were just words. The words of a coward. Only cowards will treat the person they love the way he treated you" he says, caressing my cheek.

"But what if..."

"I'll be fine. We'll be fine. You are staying home, right?"

"Yeah... I'm too nervous already. If I go to the stadium, it will only get worse."

"And Alex is coming to stay with you, right?"

"Yes."

"Good, I don't want you to be alone. But I'll behave and nothing will happen, I promise. Beyond me scoring a hat trick and dedicate you each goal" he says with a cheeky smile.

"Thank you" I reply, kissing his cheek.

It's gonna be ok. It'll be an easy game, PSG will win, Kylian will score, and everything will be ok. It will be.

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Minute 70. PSG wins 2-0, both goals by Kylian. So far the game has been a quiet one and no one has tried to break anyone's legs. But that's just because my ex isn't on the pitch. Yet.

"Oh God" I say when I see that Monaco is doing a substitution after one of their defenders got injured. "He's coming in."

"Maybe they'll put in a striker, they still have time to score a couple of goals" Alex says.

"They won't risk it. He is coming in."

And the moment those words leave my mouth, I see him on tv.

"Kylian said he'll behave, right? He'll be fine, don't worry" Alex says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze.

"That's what he said, yes" I sigh, my heart already beating too fast.

Minute 88. They haven't crossed paths, my ex busy defending Neymar. But then...

"Penalty!" Alex screams. "That's a freaking penalty! Why do they have to go check the var?"

"Maybe because Neymar is the one who went down?" I chuckle.

"Rude" Alex says.

"It is a penalty for PSG. Kylian Mbappé wants his hat trick" the commentator says.

While he gets ready for it, he notices there is something missing. The most important thing, the ball. And who has it? Yes, you guessed it. My ex.

When he gives Kylian the ball, he says something to his ear, making him laugh at first. But then, he gets really serious, his eyes focused on the goalkeeper.

"That look... Yikes" Alex says. "I would not like to be the goalkeeper right now, he is going to destroy him."

"Urgh, I can't watch" I say, covering my face with my hands.

"Mbappé is ready. He takes a few steps back, a deep breath... And goal! It is a hat trick for Kylian Mbappé against Monaco!" the commentator says.

"He is scored! Look!" Alex says, grabbing me by the arm and shaking me until I'm looking at the screen again. "Awww, he did your thing again. Cute."

"Cute would be the game ending now" I say, trying not to smile but failing. He said he would score three goals and dedicate them to me, and he did.

As he walks back to the centre of the pitch, he crosses paths with my ex again. They start talking, but the chat quikcly turns into an argument, getting closer and closer to each other until they are forehead against forehead like footballers always do. Why? Who knows.

"Oh my God" Alex says as players from PSG and Monaco get around them and try to break them apart. When they finally are able to, Neymar is talking to Kylian, telling him something like "think, use your head", while he says my name and points at my ex.

"I can't watch this anymore" I say, getting up from the sofa and moving to the kitchen.

"It is over" Alex says, joining me a few minutes later.

"Finally" I sigh.

"Do you want me to stay until he is back?"

"Nah, don't worry. I'll probably eat something and go to bed. I've been so tense that I feel as if I've been playing myself."

"Ok" Alex says. "But don't be too harsh on him. He was provoked, too excited after the hat trick, and when you mix it all..."

"He had promised me to do nothing, tho."

"I know, but... Just don't be too harsh, ok?"

"I'll try."

"Will you call me tomorrow?"

"I will. Goodnight, Alex."

"Goodnight."

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"Hey" Kylian says, walking into our room.

"Hi."

"Did you watch the game?" he says, getting in bed next to me and hugging me from behind.

"I did."

"I scored a hat trick like I told you I would."

"I know."

"Are you mad?" he asks after a few seconds in silence.

"No."

"Then why are you being so cold? Why aren't you looking at me?"

"Maybe because you also promised that nothing would happen with my ex, yet it did?"

"He started it, I didn't."

"I don't care who started. It still happened."

"I'm sorry" he says, hugging me a bit tighter.

"I hate this. I wish we wouldn't have to see him ever again."

"Well, that may actually happen."

"What?" I say, finally moving to look at him.

"This was our last game of the season against Monaco, we won't be playing against them anymore. But a very reliable source told me that he is leaving."

"Leaving? Where?"

"Turkey" Kylian snorts. "Sorry, sorry. But he isn't playing that much here, and a Turkish team was the only one interested on him."

"And you won't have to play against him anymore?"

"Nope. The team he seems to have signed with doesn't play the Champions League. It is over."

"For real?"

"For real" he says, caressing my cheek. "That jerk won't be bothering us anymore, and now we'll be able to focus on being happy together."

"Finally" I say, letting out a big sigh.

"Will you forgive for the fight, then?"

"It depends."

"On what?"

"On if the kiss you are about to give me is the best kiss ever" I smirk.

"Lucky you, besides having a hat trick scorer as your boyfriend, he also happens to be a really good kisser. One of the best in France. In Europe. In the world!"

"Yeah, sure" I chuckle.

"Do you want me to show you?" he says with a mischievous smile.

"I'm looking forward to it" I giggle. "I love you, Kylian."

"I love you too" he says before kissing me and showing me that, indeed, he is one of the best kissers in France, Europe and the world.

Though if you ask me... He isn't just one of the best. He is the best.

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe fanfic #football imagine #football fanfic

[nappingtopknot]

Home for the Holidays - Will Poulter x Reader

God you guys have no idea how long I was working on this, writer's block and depression are a bitch.

Anyway finally getting my shit together and really wanted to finish this before moving on to something else.

Hope you like it

Warnings: Some swearing, a tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff

Word Count: 3,304

Summary:  You take your boyfriend home to meet your family for the first time and it takes an unexpected turn.

Under the cut for length.

Introducing your boyfriend to the family was never an easy thing to do. Especially around the holidays.

You haven't seen your parents in a while and they've been itching to meet the new beau since you first made it official two summers ago.

This is huge.

What if they don't like him? What if he doesn't like them?

Anxiety flushes over your arrival at the airport. A million thoughts race through your mind on how this can end so horribly.

"Hey" a voice snaps you from your trance.

You look over at your boyfriend, concern on his face. Reaching over to grab your hand before giving it a gentle squeeze.

"It'll be fine I promise. They'll love me" he says matter of factly.

You hear them calling your boarding group and before you have a second to contemplate it any further you're making your way toward the gate.

Here goes nothing.

Driving through your hometown is always so weird. The nostalgia that flows can be overwhelming, relieving memories so vividly as you pass through certain areas.

You miss it you do. But you left and that part of your life is behind you now.

Walking up the steps to your family home the nerves set in again. Go away, you tell yourself as you try to shake them off before ringing the bell.

They'll love him.

They'll love him.

They'll love him…

"Y/n! Oh, honey, we're so glad you're home!" Your mom says pulling you into a bear hug. "We've missed you so much"

She pulls away briefly looking around before meeting your face again. "Y/n, where is he? Your bae" she says teasingly, "You said he was coming to meet us"

"He's just getting the bags from the trunk I'm sure he's-"

Your mom all but screams when she sees your boyfriend finally.

"Hey Mrs. Y/L/N! It's so nice to finally meet you" he says holding his hand to meet your moms for a handshake.

"Mom, this is Michael"

"It's so wonderful to meet you too! Oh my gosh y/n isn't he just the cutest"

She likes him. That's good?

"Let's get you both inside"

You're home.

Walking through your childhood home sent so many memories flooding through your brain. Walking up the stairs, looking at all the photos that line the walls.

Nostalgia hits you like a brick wall as soon as you enter your old bedroom.

Michael lets out an audible laugh when he sees some of your childhood photos.

"It was a phase okay? Don't laugh" You playfully scold.

"I don't know I'm kinda digging this look more. Maybe you need to bring this back" he teases as he draws closer to you. His hands raking up your hips.

You press your lips to his chest, "maybe if your lucky I'll dig that shirt out later"

But before Michael can answer your mom hollered from downstairs.

"Y/n your father's home! Come on downstairs"

Mom's no big deal compared to Dad.

You feel the worry and anxiety wash over you again but before you can get lost in your thoughts Michael squeezes your sides tight.

"Hey, it'll be fine, alright?"

You nod and make your way downstairs with Michael in tote.

As you turn the corner wrapping around the stairs you meet your father's eyesight.

"There's my girl" your dad shouts from the bottom.

"Dad!"

You make your way down the stairs to meet your father's warm embrace.

"I've missed you so much sweetheart," he says squeezing you tighter.

"I missed you too dad"

He holds you just a moment longer before letting go and finally laying his eyes on Michael standing behind you.

"Ah, this must be Michael. Put her there son" he says holding his hand out for a handshake

"Pleasure to meet you, Sir"

So polite.

"Pleasures all mine"

Going well so far.

"Whaddya say about a beer son? I'll show you the man cave in the basement."

Michael looks towards you briefly for a moment before your father speaks up, "I'm sure y/n and her mother have some catching up to do so it'll give us a chance to get to know each other"

"Yes sir"

"Alright y/n, we'll see you later. If your mom asks where I am tell her I'm in the basement"

And with that, they were gone. He whisked your boyfriend away to the "man cave".

Fingers crossed they get along. God, you hope they get along.

Walking into the kitchen brings back old memories of rushing out of the house to get to school.

Those random bake sales you did with your girlfriends. And you can't forget the late nights spent hanging out with friends.

You've kept in contact with most of your old friends, and a few you've grown apart. Life just gets in the way and it's understandable.

No one stays in your life forever.

Pulling you from your thoughts is the sound of clinking dishes. Helping mom, right.

"Hey need help with anything?"

"Yeah hun if you wouldn't mind pulling the leaf out from the garage, we'll need it for dinner on Wednesday."

"Why the leaf? I thought it was just us for Christmas"

"Oh gosh I didn't tell you did I? Your father and I have been doing a joint Christmas dinner with the neighbors, it's too quiet with all the kids gone so it's nice having a full house again."

"You.. you guy's never mentioned that. Mom, I would have come home more for Christmas if I knew you were lonely."

"Oh, sweetie!" your mom exclaims, "It's no problem! You are an adult with your own life and career sweetie we understand. It's actually been great! It's like a potluck and we switch off houses each year and we happened to be hosting this year."

"Well that sounds fun I guess"

Now you kinda feel like a jerk for leaving your parents all alone.

"It's a lot of fun. You forget how to live for yourself when you have kids, and after you leave us we as parents all feel lost. But I've found new hobbies and made new friends of which Linda from pilates and her husband are coming so you'll get to meet them."

"Well that's good I'm excited to meet them. I'm happy for you mom."

"Now go get the leaf and you can help me start prepping dessert."

You nod and make your way toward the garage.

After some digging around in the garage you finally found the damn leaf hiding behind a heavy box you can't lift.

And you think to yourself that this is a perfect excuse to go steal your boyfriend back from your father.

But as your walking back into the house you hear indistinct talking. Your mom. And someone else?

You can't make out who it is, but they sound eerily familiar?

As you make your way back inside, walking through the mudroom into the hallway you hear the voice more clearly.

That's not...

Rounding the corner you're sent into a tailspin.

Why is he here?

You're not even paying attention to the words your moms saying to you, you're too distracted by him.

You clear your throat awkwardly as you realize you've been silent for too long and their both now just staring at you.

"Sorry, Mom what?"

"Y/n, honey, I said did you find the leaf?"

"Oh right, sorry. Yeah I was coming in to get Michael because it's behind some heavy boxes I couldn't move on my own"

Stop staring at him.

Why are you staring at him like that?

"Well, what perfect timing, look who stopped by? I'm sure he won't mind helping now won't you, Will?"

"Of course not. It's lovely to see you y/n! It's been too long"

"Same, uh, to you. What, um are you doing here?"

You couldn't be more uncomfortable right now.

"I'm in town visiting my parents and your mom had asked for a few eggs so I'm just dropping them off."

"Greaaat. It's fine though I don't need your help, I was just gonna get my boyfriend to help. You can go home."

"Nonsense y/n, I'm sure he doesn't mind", your mom interjects.

With awkward silence that's only awkward to you, Will finally speaks.

"Right, well lovely speaking with you Mrs. Y/L/N, mum's looking forward to your pot roast on Wednesday."

"How sweet, tell her I look forward to her famous toffee pudding!"

"I'll make sure to tell her," he said before walking toward you.

"This Way" you lead.

"So love, how have you been?"

Will tries to fight the silence.

You don't hate him. You just dislike him.

"Been good Will."

Okay, maybe you do hate him.

Growing up you were two were close. And now you're not and no amount of pretending is going to make things normal.

"Boxes are there" you spit more bitterly than intended

"Right let's get these buggers moved shall we."

The truth is you did like him at one point. But that's long since passed, he's an ass. Conceited and only cares about himself.

You were good friends with his sisters, that's how you two met. But he's an ass and abandoned you.

"All set, do you want me to carry this in for you? It's quite heavy"

"No Will I got it."

"Are you sure?", Will tries to insist, "It's really not a bother"

"I said I got it."

"Alright... I do mean it, it was lovely seeing you again. Don't be such a stranger."

Psh. Me? He's the stranger.

Besides. You both are different people now. And you don't need him in your life.

Will holds his hand out for a handshake and you turn to grab the leaf with both hands instead.

Will retracts his hand taking the hint, "See you around love."

----

Even though you hadn't been home for long you cannot count down the days until you were back home in your own bed back to your normal life and routine.

It's definitely comforting to at least have Michael here by your side when you wake up.

Staying with your family has gone smoothly so far.

You couldn't have been happier that Michael and your family were getting along.

Making breakfast the day before for your mom and dad was certainly the cherry on top for them with Michael.

You were helping your mom clean the house and move furniture around to make room for all the tables.

Michael is even helping hang some decorations.

Everything was picture-perfect… until he showed up.

"Will! I'm so glad you could come help." Your mom all but cheered for him.

"Of course Mrs. Y/L/N, I'm always happy to help"

"We have some decorations that need to be hung and I cannot for the life of me find our ladder, but your nice and tall so I figured you should be able to reach them"

Will let off a soft chuckle.

A sweet sound you haven't heard in a while. No, you hate him remember?

"I will do my best," he said simply.

"Great Michaels in the dining room he'll show you where you put them"

Fuck.

Should you be nervous that your boyfriend and Will are in the same room? Any sane person would say no.

The thing is, Will has never liked a single one of your boyfriends growing up. Not one.

He always had something to say and always thought you deserved better no matter who you were dating.

Seeing them making small talk has you nervous he'll try to sabotage another relationship.

It's one of the reasons why you started to drift apart. There was no winning with him and after graduating, he just up and left.

"Alright, mom what's next?" You say in an attempt to clear your mind.

"Besides setting the tables and putting up a few more string lights I think we're good. Let's go check on the boys."

Godsend. Get Will out of here.

As you make your way toward the dining room you can't help but feel anxious.

What have they been talking about? Are they talking about you?

Was Will just being a dick again, trying to run Michael off.

"Wow, it looks good boys!" Your mom says looking around the room

"Yeah it looks really good guys," you say checking out all the hanging decorations.

"Thanks, love" Will responds.

Your boyfriend shoots you a look of discomfort at your seemly newfound nickname.

Will was a part of your past that you never got into with Michael. It never felt like something important that needed to be discussed.

Besides every celebrity has an asshole story about them from their past friendships.

and to be completely honest, you never thought you'd ever see him again. One big role and suddenly Will's too good to call you anymore.

What a dick.

It didn't help to see all those girls hanging on him like arm candy.

Deep down you couldn't blame the girls. He was incredibly attractive and his accent. God. It's like heaven.

But you knew the real Will. You wouldn't fall for this fake sweet person he suddenly is.

Pulling you from your thoughts, your mother remarks, how nice it is to have everyone together again.

"You should have seen how inseparable these two used to be Michael. We couldn't keep them apart!", your mother jokes lightly nudging both you and Will.

"You know we all used to think you'd get married someday, how silly is that?" Your mom further explained and laughed.

Earning a blush and a chuckle from Will.

Meanwhile, Michael couldn't look more uncomfortable. Clearing his throat he excuses himself.

Taking his queue you follow your boyfriend and as you're heading up the stairs you can faintly hear your mom ask Will,

"What? What did I say?"

…

You find Michael up in your old room, pacing which is never a good sign.

You make your way into the room and plop down on the bed, watching Michael angrily pace, you try to grab his hand to bring him close to you but he pulls away.

Upset he asks, "Were you just never going to tell me, y/n? Cause I think that's pretty shitty of you"

"Woah, tell you what? I have no idea what you're talking about. Calm down baby come sit, talk to me" you pat the empty spot on the bed next to you.

"Calm down?" Michael begins to raise his voice

"Hey", you say firmly interrupting him, "please don't shout with my parents downstairs"

"Y/n, I'm going to shout if I want to shout because I am angry! How could you not tell me your history with him?"

You don't even get a chance to respond as Michael interrupts,

"You really think I want to spend my Christmas with my girlfriend's family and her ex-boyfriend." if your parents didn't hear him shouting before they certainly did now.

"Oh my God no, we never dated! What on earth would give you that ide-" before you could finish your sentence you realized the implications of what your mother said. "That's not what my mom meant Michael"

You stand up and grab his arm trying to bring him closer to you but he pulls away, shoving your hand away.

"No", he shouts, "don't lie to me. I see the way he looks at you."

"Michael, baby please listen to me" you plead

"Damn it, y/n, no I'm leaving!" he says before opening your bedroom door and storming out slamming it behind him.

You had tried to catch your door from slamming but you were too late, it sent a violent shiver throughout your bedroom. And the whole house if you're being honest.

Whipping the door open as fast as you can to try and catch up, chasing him down the stairs desperately pleading with him to stay and talk with you.

But you're too late. He's out the door and starting the rental car, your rental car, and peeling away.

You just stand there in utter shock, you can feel the tears fighting to escape as you watch him drive off into the distance.

This isn't the first time you've fought with your boyfriend.

It's not unusual for him to work himself up over nothing, only to then scream at you for 20 minutes and then apologize.

It's not healthy and you know that. But when you aren't fighting he is a nice guy who makes you laugh and you love him.

But you don't want to walk back inside and face your parents knowing they heard your fight.

There's one place you know they won't look for you, and that's your old tree house.

The place you spent most of your time hiding from the world.

As you make your way up the ladder you think to yourself how perfect this plan is because you know It won't be long before the guests start to arrive. And then your parents will be too distracted with hosting to bother you about Michael storming off.

You can wait it out.

What you weren't expecting was a knock on the tree house door.

"Y/n, I know you're up here. Can you please open the hatch?"

Of course, he would come to find you.

"No, Will go away! Can't you read the sign? No boys allowed"

You can hear him laughing from beneath the floorboards.

"Fair, but darling, I am more of a man though, so can you please let me in?"

He's the last person you want to see right now, yet here you are undoing the latch to the door.

You shimmy back to your little corner to make room for Will and you can't help but giggle at him bumping his head as he enters.

"Oh, is my pain funny to you?" he presses his hand to his chest feigns his hurt.

You try your hardest to fight the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth.

"I mean you really should see yourself right now" now fully failing to hide your amusement

After some rustling around on Will's end, he was finally able to sit down despite looking so uncomfortable and out of place in your tiny childhood tree house.

"So…." Will breaks the silence

"Sooo…."

"Michael seems… interesting"

"Oh shut it, Will. You never have anything nice to say about anyone I've dated"

"Yeah, but that's because you always manage to date arseholes"

You huff, "I do not always date assholes, Will."

"What about Steven?" Will asks, raising his eyebrow

"Or that Chris guy… and Matt.. oh and that guy with Mohawk- you cut him off "okay okay I get your point. Alright? But you don't know what it's like."

"You have always been so critical of everyone I've ever introduced you to. It's not nice having your best friend tear apart every guy you bring around"

Will frowns. Knowing he's made you upset.

Why the fuck did you let him up here.

"I'm sorry, love. I wasn't trying to be mean on purpose I just-You mean so much to me, you deserve so much more than those losers"

"If I meant so much to you why did you leave me?"

The question you had asked yourself for years.

"Because Y/n, you deserve more."

Your eyes swell, desperate to keep the tears from spilling. You've been fighting these emotions for so long.

You are tired of fighting. Fighting yourself, fighting your feelings.

"Don't bullshit me Will, honest to God. I loved you, you were my best friend and the last person that I thought would abandon me."

"Y/n-" Will starts but stops his train of thought.

"I'm a massive wanker"

You're caught off guard by his choice of words, falling to suppress a giggle through your tears.

"Don't laugh, y/n I'm trying to be serious here"

"I'm a massive wanker- he begins again, "for not telling you how madly in love I was with you."

"What?"

"I was afraid it would ruin our friendship and then things got so busy with acting, always traveling and you didn't deserve that. You deserve someone who can be there for you always."

Will moves closer to you before continuing,

"But it's not only that, I wanted to tell you so many times, but the more I thought about it the more I thought about what people would say about me online I could only imagine what they would say about you, and I just couldn't put you through all that."

He pauses to take your hand into his for comfort.

"I'm sorry, I handled it poorly and shouldn't have left you the way I did."

"Will, I- I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, it's okay I just want my best friend back. And I will understand if you say no"

"I-yeah yeah Will I think I would really like that."

You look up at him and see how wide he's beaming.

"Would you care to join me for dinner before it gets cold?"

"Yeah Will, I'd like that."

---

Later on, in the evening you texted Michael and told him to have his shit packed and out of the house before you returned later in the week.

You then spent the rest of that night, and a few more hanging out with Will. Catching each other up on everything and anything.

You felt nostalgic, you missed this. You missed him.

Despite everything that happened between you and Will it felt like a fresh start, you felt at peace with where you two were.

And who knows where this rekindled friendship will go.

#will poulter #will poulter x reader #will poulter fluff #will poulter imagine #will poulter x you

[therealvinelle]

This has been picking my squishy little thought organ.

Submitted to several others for a wide range of potential awnsers

If Jalice had a kid, what are some hypothetical gifts it could have?

I could see it having the gift of giving hallucinations.

(that previous ANON got me thinking, clearly)

Because of his emotional ability--> making them believable. [Fool the emotions all else will follow.] Her visions are quite sporadic at times. ---> crafting the mental space devoted to that.

Environmental Factors---> Bella & her daughter can project, and I think environmental factors will give the gift a push to be able to be casted. INSTEAD of actually just ending up with hyperaphantasia.

"People with hyperphantasia can imagine scenes, sounds, smells, tastes, and sensations with great clarity and detail. They may also have enhanced abilities in creativity, memory, and empathy."

Alice & Bella are besties, so they'll spend a considerable amount of time together interacting. So, I think the block Renesme has on the visions will be a giant factor too.

Despite Bella and Alice just not being close it will happen anyway. Cause there's nowhere realistically for her to go.

She's stuck and Alice probably isn't going to get a vision going oh, now is the right time to leave.

Even if you could argue oh, they'll never fight. Most likely right unless we wanna go even more Au... {Which I am 100% ok with}

But I think Alice's slight harboring of resentment for Renesme for blocking her visions will be the key in the lock for this to all work out right.

She isn't going to stop blocking them. Alice already has had time to get over her gift dependency so much but like she won't do that.

Jasper's gift can't be blocked by a shield, but I imagine he's a little immune to Renesme's gift. (Realistically not...? But it's a silly little Tumblr post I don't want to think about the power scale too hard and implode.)

I was hoping you could pick up where I left off about how things realistically work in Twilight.

Besides the whole vampires have a kid despite one being infertile.

But I think this would be a hell-on-wheels problem. Cause while Jasper I'd argue! Has a more moral conscious (at least in the ways we see it.) than Alice. But they're both pretty grey.

Which means they're both pretty ruthless. Like Bella and Edward are for their child.

All i know is this offspring would have to be so lucky to not be snatched by the Volturi.

I think this kid would fare better than Renesme in the short and long term. Even if they were both hybrids. This kid would have parents that would in my opinion actually teach it more.

I think Bella and Edward don't teach Renesme. much.

I think Jasper would make sure his kid had the skills should they be needed to be used. And Alice would support this or just let it happen. I think he's a more active parent than her but that's 100% different bullshit Au type of discussion and I just needed to drop this meta off to blogs for their thoughts.

I am driving myself crazy. I would like to sleep.

Well, I'm not entirely sure how this child would come to be in the first place as Jasper and Alice can't have one.

Assuming, though, that God bestowed one upon them, I subscribe to @smallcatwoman's fellow who has the gift of seeing emotional outcomes, the child would be as delightfully alien as Alice only in a very different way (optimal future-oriented Alice versus happiest outcome-seeker Greige).

As for how the child is raised, I imagine it would have much the same upbringing as Renesmee. If Jasper and Alice are interested in teaching a child, Renesmee is right there and is, by all accounts, The Cullen Child™. They are all devoting every resource to her, raising her communnaly for all that she is officially Bella and Edward's.

A second child with a different set of parents would, if possible, be even more Cullen Communal Property than Renesmee: Bella, at least, had an interest in her child, Alice screams childfree. Oh, she'll be the cool aunt and take the kid shopping, no problem, but parenting? Motherhood?

Esme and Rosalie can do the hard parts, and Jasper and Carlisle too if they want. Alice will be pointing out that God making the child genetically hers was simply a matter of good taste, doesn't mean she should be raising the damn thing.

And the child gets to live in the shadow of Renesmee, who was wanted by her mother, the first and miraculous baby everybody and their cousin were willing to die for, and has a guy imprinted on her. Renesmee, by all accounts, would be the golden child and the other one would be... the other one.

Wasn't supposed to exist, his mother foisted him off and prefers to dress up Renesmee anyway, and his gift is only able to tell him that he can't be happy around his family, so he ignores it.

Perhaps Greige will love Renesmee, but I prefer the timeline where he resents her too much to recognise his cousin for just as unhappy as he is, and Renesmee has no idea why but only knows that she can't meaningfully connect to him.

Drama is had.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight headcanons #greige #renesmee cullen #twilight meta

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.75 Happy, happy, joy, joy

Sophia and I were only a few blocks from Dad's house, and it was only fitting that he be the first to hear our news. I wouldn't have gotten engaged if not for his guidance. We hurried there, half walking, half running, fueled by unbridled glee. Kooper didn't appreciate the accelerated pace, but Rosie was totally here for it and ran in front of us as if to lead the way. When we arrived at the house, I knocked once to alert him, announced myself so he wouldn't get up, and let myself in. That's how I dealt with the weirdness of going back home. I still had keys and a room. I felt that knocking and waiting to be let in was kind of pointless. But I didn't live there anymore, and my parents deserved privacy, I guess.

"Two days in a row?" he said. "Must be my lucky week."

"I asked Sophia to marry me!"

I think the shocked faces were my favorite part of sharing news this big. Seeing their eyes grow as large as saucers and mouths drop to the floor filled me with such joy. And the best part about it was I knew they felt it, too.

"You did it?? Wait...she said yes, right?"

I laughed. "Of course she did!"

Dad's face turned red, like he was about to cry, but then he laughed. But it wasn't a laugh. It was more like...a holler? However you'd classify that utterance, it was most definitely pure, unadulterated joy.

"Congrats, son! Oh, I'm so happy! And proud! That's such great news! When did this happen?"

"Just now! We were at the marina. There's a house right across the street that I want. That's where I did it."

"What a great idea. So you're moving back, huh? It'll be nice to be neighbors. Say...where is she?"

"Oh, she's outside watching the dogs. She always watches them so carefully, like she's afraid they'll hurt each other or something."

"That's just her motherly instincts. Speaking of...let's sit..."

He lowered himself onto the sofa, slowly and carefully. Watching him and my mother get older was a fascinating process. Before, when I saw an older sim, I always thought they'd been old for a while and were used to it. But going through it with my parents, and listening to them complain about new ailments and struggling to do common things, I realized we were all on the same journey. They, like me, were experiencing everything for the first time. They struggled to see themselves as old, just like I did. Maybe one day, when they're even older, they'll find acceptance and live with their new normal.

"At the risk of sounding like your mother, how do you feel about children? And what about Sophia?"

"Heh, well, she wants children yesterday."

He chuckled. "Sounds about right."

"I'm actually looking forward to it, too."

"Your mother will be thrilled to hear that, ha ha. I'm glad too. Having children is such a rewarding experience. I always wanted that for you."

"I think I always wanted kids. At least I always assumed they'd be in my future, despite not knowing how I'd actually have them."

"Well, you certainly have a worthy partner now. I wish you two all the best. I'm so very proud of you, Luca."

"Thanks, Dad. I mean...thanks for all your advice and stuff. I don't think I would be here without it."

He shrugged.

"That's the job. When your children come, I'll have all new material for you."

"Ha! Good."

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar #ali murillo #rosie #kooper

[bhaalbaaby]

Title: Lace Trimmed Danger (4829 words) Pairing: astarion/tav, slight gale/tav Warnings: nsfw, feelings all over the place, some jealousy, etc etc lol A/N: pov is a bit all over the place i think ;; but i hope I'm not too ooc takes place before they reach the goblin camp. tried not to copy the scene exactly with gale, but it is referenced

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The day drags on. They'll reach the Goblin Camp soon, that's for sure. She tries not to be put off by their stench but everything about them reeks of blood and bile. They'll make camp and strike in the morning. She glances over at Astarion, blood splattering his face. The view makes her heart skip beats but she ignores it, swallowing hard.

"I think we should stop for the evening. My mana needs to recharge." Gale announces, looking over at Sarnarei. Hers is low as well, but she could go on for a bit longer. The looks on Astarion and Shadowheart's faces however make her change her mind.

"Alright. Let's set up." She says giving in.

They set up near the river which excites the sorceress. They all need a bath to get the various smells out, at least for now. She approaches Astarion first. He keeps her mind in a buzz. "Let's go bathe." She says playfully, running her fingers down his armor.

His pale eyebrow raises, pulling her closer. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you just want to see me naked. Lucky for you, we do need them. All this running around and killing is exhilarating but absolutely disgusting." 

Astarion lets her lead the way, away from others until she stops by a tree. She strokes the bark, hard and firm under her fingers. The leaves give a nice canopy of privacy from above, the lower ones blocking the view from their friends. Astarion is aware of the trick, the look in her brown eyes as she flashes an innocent smile, her next words vulgar.

"Will you fuck me here?" She asks, stroking the bark, pushing her ass out, her tail whipping from side to side. His eyes drink in the sight, her dress easy access, inviting him for the touch. It would be easy to take her now, press her against the tree, and give her what she thinks she wants, but he hesitates.

"Should we get clean first?" He asks, tugging his white shirt off, and tossing it in the grass.

She considers this, staring at the river bank. It was her idea after all to get clean. She should honor her word. "Yeah, that might be a better idea." She says, feeling embarrassed. She feels so out of character with him, but he's so alluring. Sarnarei hopes he doesn't think she's only interested in the physical. He seems interesting too, more than everyone else so far, but she shouldn't be looking for companionship. They need to find a cure.

She turns away as she slips the bands of her dress off her shoulders. She also isn't sure if he likes her because of the sex or because of who she is as a person. She hates not knowing, but she will not ask him. She knows his answer and knows it's too soon.

She turns to see him already naked, going towards the riverbank. He's so pale, she thinks, staring at his ass. Can't have it all.

She walks towards him with the lavender soap she has. "I'll get your back if you get mine." She says with a small smile, handing him the bar. He grimaces as he takes the soap. "I can't wait until we're back in the city for a proper bath. I feel so…" He walks deeper into the river until it's up to his waist. She follows, listening to his whine, the water splashing her breasts.

"Feel so what?" She asks as she turns around, offering her back to him.

He sighs, cupping his hand in the cool water and pouring it over her back. "It feels too rustic for my liking."

She laughs softly as he lathers her back with the soap. "Rustic? I take it your life back in the city was higher class?" She asks, feeling his hands slide down her sharp shoulder blades, where wings should have grown if she had been a Cambion.

Astarion doesn't answer right away, his hands continuing to explore her back, the differences of sharpness and softness until he pulls her closer, her tail, flush against his cock. She bites her lip, feeling her heart skip over itself. "You could say so. It wasn't my wealth anymore as it was my Master's." His hands travel to her front, over the ridges on her chest to her breasts. She moans softly as she leans into him, laughing softly.

"Ah, I see… We'll get caught…" She says finally, moving away from his touch. She turns to face him, her face flushed. She expects to see the same on his face, but he looks distant. He plays it off with a smile, handing her the soap.

"I thought we were trying to help each other get clean," Astarion replies, with a cheeky smile.

"I just can't get my back," Sarnarei winks as she pecks his cheek. "Are you feeling alright?" She asks as she steps back, waiting for him to turn around.

"Of course I'm fine. Tired, but fine." He says quickly, slowly turning around. She frowns, seeing the scars up close. She felt them before, but Astarion had been quick to put his shirt back on, not giving her space to assess them until now.

She pauses for a moment recognizing the script, Infernal. She frowns, her fingers hovering.

Astarion scoffs feeling her hesitate. "What? What is it?"

"I don't want to overstep, but these scars on your back…" She stops herself, reading his body language.

"What about them?" He scoffs, turning around.

"They're Infernal. I remember the language from my father's tomes." She says, shrinking into herself.

A light of recognition flickers behind his eyes, "Infernal you say? Do you know what the words mean?" He asks, reaching behind his back, his fingers running over the raised scars.

Her frown deepens, "No, I don't, but from what I remember from all those years ago is that they're only used in contracts." She doesn't have to mention who the contract is from. It's written all over his face.

"I need to know what it says. Exactly." He takes the soap from her, washing himself lost in thought.

She only watches, wishing she brought her other bar of soap. They bathe in silence, hands to themselves.

When they arrive back at the riverbank, they notice some towels left for them. She smiles to herself, grateful for the other's thoughtfulness. She wraps herself up, sneaking glances at Astarion.

"If you need some warming up later, my tent should be available," Sarnarei says softly, glancing at the damned tree.

"I may take you up on that offer. Um, Sarnarei?" She raises her eyebrow, his voice unsure. "Please keep this between us." He gestures to his back and she gives him a firm nod.

"Of course." His shoulders relax as he steps closer, pressing his lips against hers. She practically melts at the quick kiss as he disappears into the camp.

She sits at the entrance of her tent, watching everyone. Sarnarei has picked up on their quirks while they wait for Gale to finish cooking. Shadowheart kneels, her eyes closed, the slight breeze playing with her ponytail. She seems so serene, but she knows not to interrupt.

Astarion rests shirt loosened, his face towards the warm sunset. Her heart skips beats as she remembers she'll be seeing him later. She just wants to stare at him, afraid her words would break whatever illusion he has of her.

Lae'zel practices on the dummy in front of her tent, speaking in Gith to herself. She's prepared for tomorrow, more than what Sarnarei can say. Sometimes she's tempted to ask for some lessons but is afraid Lae'zel might break her instead.

Wyll and Karlach are at his tent, laughing and sharing stories. She's glad they've made up enough. Wyll has the best laugh and Sarnarei can tell Karlach is doing it on purpose to hear it more. Nothing wrong with that. In another life… Maybe if she met Wyll first before meeting Astarion. She would have been drawn to Knight in Shining Armor instead of a random vampire pulling a knife on her.

She laughs to herself as she decides to talk to Gale, his pot self stirring while he stares at a reflection of himself. "Are all your spells just recreations of yourself?" She asks cheekily as she sits next to him.

Gale raises his eyebrow and shakes his head, the reflection disappearing. "No. Not all of them. And this is not me. This is Mystra, Goddess of the Weave. Not like you would know her."

A dig at her sorcery. She frowns as she tucks a hair behind her ear. "I apologize. Saw the long hair and an earring." Sarnarei says, ducking her head.

"Understandable… I can teach you some though, if you would like." He pipes up, moving closer to her on the log.

"What would you teach me?" She asks, feeling his body temperature against her arm. She never realized Astarion is much cooler until now.

"Just a simple trick."

"A simple trick? I might pick up instantly." She muses as he puts his hand out in front of him. "Then it'll be easy for you. Even the untrained can do it, feel the magic of the Weave."

She takes a deep breath, waiting. He waves his hands in front of him, purple light coming from his fingertips forming a small orb. Easy, Sarnarei thinks to herself as she copies him, matching him perfectly.

He smiles, moving closer again, warm energy surrounding her, not just from him. "You're a natural of course. Now, repeat after me. Ah-Thran Mystra-Ryl Kantrach-Ao."

She repeats him, trusting him. The warmness intensifies, relaxing her as she can feel the Weave's energy more than usual. She glances at Astarion, wanting to share this moment with him before bringing her attention back to Gale. "Perfect. Now I want you to picture harmony the best you can."

She closes her eyes, romantic thoughts flooding her, flipping between cuddling close to Astarion as his face morphs into Gale, his face so close to hers. She tries not to focus on it, but it becomes clearer and clearer. She's not opposed to it surprisingly but her heart pangs. Sparks of purple light come to her vision as she slowly opens her eyes, the feeling intensifying as she sees Gale closer to her face. Gods.

She breaks the connection, her cheeks hot as she looks over at the pot, saying a mental spell to cause it to overheat. "Oh no, you should check on the food." She says quickly, faking her worry. He doesn't notice that it's her fault as he curses. "The stew. Oh Gods…"

She takes the moment to slip away, the feeling slowly fading. Could she kiss Gale? Could she forget Astarion for him? She hides in her tent, deciding she will eat alone tonight until it's time for her to meet with Astarion later. 

They decide to meet at the tree. Astarion gets there first, reflecting. Sarnarei is dangerous, but not because of her magic, her control, her nativity, or anything he can usually pinpoint. It's himself. He can tell she won't let anything happen to him which he still doesn't understand, but he didn't want anything to happen to her either. When did he start caring?

He stomps the feelings down when he hears her footsteps. Her modified sleep dress for tonight just contains her sorceress robe, wrapped tight around her body. She smiles, her brown eyes sparking the feelings he just swore off. She's only here for sex, he reminds himself.

"I'm sorry I'm a little late. Gale stopped me and showed me a magic trick." She rolls her eyes as she steps closer to him.

"A magic trick?" Astarion asks, raising his eyebrow.

"I'm not connected to the Weave the same way he is. It flows through me. I don't have to access it, but it was interesting." She says softly, her feelings a million miles away. She could have him romantically, Gale. Astarion is here, for now, he justifies.

"Do you want to learn?" She asks, perking up, taking his hands in hers.

"I don't know about that, darling. I'm not really magically inclined."

Sarnarei keeps up her smile as she nods, "'The Weave flows through all of us if you let it.'" She presses her lips against his knuckles. "That's what Gale said anyway." She explains quickly, resting against the tree.

"Maybe another time," Astarion replies, watching her reaction.

The corners of her mouth dip a little but she doesn't seem to let the disappointment get her down. "Another time then." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Besides, we have other things to do." Ah, sex. Astarion smirks, leaning close.

She pulls away, her eyes widening. "Oh, ah. I." She stammers, her cheeks hot.

Astarion's brows raise. "If we're not fucking, then what are we doing, my dear?"

She shrugs, "We can still, not right away if that's okay." She states, avoiding his eyes.

Interesting. He checks her body language, her lips, and pupils. Did she kiss Gale? The thought infuriates him for a moment, but he lets it pass.

"Do you just want to fuck?" She asks after a moment.

Astarion's surprised by her forwardness as he pulls away his hand. "I mean, the night is young. We've got these tadpoles in our head as a ticking time bomb."

She looks away, her nostrils flaring, eyes misty. "That's true. I just…" She steels her face as she keeps her gaze away from him. "I really like you, I think. I feel stupid, but I don't want to mess it up." She says quickly, her throat closing up, making words hard to come by.

Astarion laughs in disbelief. Well of course she likes him. His seducing skills are top-tier when it comes to naive women. "You're not going to mess this up, dear. It's all overwhelming. Having to deal with our predicament while also trying to save others, which you chose to do. But I'll be here, supporting those decisions I guess." He says, choosing his words carefully. He still needs her protection.

She sniffs, nodding. "I also feel so guilty." She confesses, wiping her eyes.

"Guilty?" He repeats, unsure where she is going with this new train of thought.

"I thought about kissing Gale. I didn't, but that Weave air was infectious, intimate." A guilty conscious. "We didn't act on it because I thought about you. I couldn't face you if I kissed him and then bedded you." She continues, her voice hiccupping as she starts crying.

Astarion frowns as he listens, wishing she would have just unwrapped her dress, revealing her body to him. Her body would have been pressed against this tree already, holding on for dear life as he fucks her hard. Handling other people's emotions isn't his strong suit especially when tears get involved. "Don't worry my little love. You are welcome to dabble with others. We're not a couple." He wouldn't lie to himself and say he didn't like her devotion to him. Even if it is ill-placed.

She nods as she keeps her head down. "I'm sorry I overreacted. Probably killed the mood." She says, wiping her cheeks. He tilts her head up, pressing his lips against hers.

Her moan is muffled by the kiss as he pulls her closer. "Now, unless there's anything else on your mind, may I fuck you against this tree like you asked me so politely earlier?"

Her heart skips beats as she nods, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He pushes her against the hard bark, his knee forcing her legs apart. She whimpers as he keeps her pinned against the tree, his knee caressing the lack of her clothes.

He smiles to himself as his tongue prods her lips open. Their tongues dance in her mouth as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. His lips drag down her chin and neck and sharp collarbones. She rests her head against the tree, her fingers knitting in his hair.

He sucks on her neck, tempting himself as the blood vessels underneath break for future bruises. He likes to wait to bite her until he's close to climaxing, the blood adding to his red-hot passion. His hands find the tight cloth she wrapped around her waist, quickly undoing the belt, her robe opening up to him. He drags his teeth lightly across her skin, feeling like he's opening a beautiful present. He palms her breasts, her robe barely holding on as her fingers rake across his scalp.

He pulls away, getting on his knees. He tsks when he sees her panties. Still so modest. She bites her bottom lip as he pushes them to the side, deciding he wants to ruin them just as badly as he wants to ruin her. He glances up at her waiting face, the way her brows knit together as she watches with anticipation. She would let him do anything to her, the stupid girl. He presses a kiss on her pelvis, feeling her squirm and gasp.

"You are so cute when you're making those noises, darling." He says before his kisses lower, his tongue against her folds. She winces, keeping her hands to herself, standing on her toes. His hands rest on her ass, bringing her hips towards his hungry mouth. She closes her eyes as she gives into the pleasure, the bark digging into her shoulder blades as she leans back, her breathing shudders. He focuses on her, having done this plenty of times. Each time is a little different than the next, but not as much. Not nearly as much.

Her moans increase in volume as he slips a finger into her warm tightness, her head drooping as she cries out. He doesn't think he has ever done it with a tree involved like now, but it wouldn't be any different than holding on to a corner or a column in the night. He pulls away, enjoying the sight of her getting worked up. How easily the serious yet caring persona crumbles as she holds on to the tree behind her, her breasts peeking out from the crimson robe.

"Astarion," She whimpers, opening her eyes slightly, pleading with him. He returns his mouth, sucking on her clit as she tries to run her hips away, his other hand staying gripped on her ass, keeping her in place. Her legs tremble as she tries to keep her orgasm at bay. She lifts her leg over his shoulder, her stomach tensing with each thrust of his fingers. He thinks it's silly how easy it is to make her get this way, though he's grateful. His mouth deserves a break. Some past lovers would make his poor jaw so sore. And even worse, they wouldn't return the favor. Sarnarei would, eagerly.

"Not yet." He purrs, as he pumps her, her hips rocking with him.

"Please." She says back quickly, not sure if she could even attempt such a thing as holding it back.

He removes his fingers, hearing her whine. "I'm not ready yet." He replies, pulling his pants down. He isn't sure if it was her crying, her confessed feelings, or Gale that made it harder for him to get, well, hard, but Sarnarei doesn't question him, her turn on her knees. 

Her mouth is warm and perfect and she tries her best to avoid her sharp teeth as she sucks him off. He questions her self-professed lack of skills as her tongue swirls around his tip, his breathing catching in his throat. He wonders if she practiced in her tent on phallic items or if someone not Gale volunteered. His fingers knit in her copper hair, forcing her eyes upon him.

She gives him a knowing smile as he takes over. She whimpers, his hips thrusting in and out of her sweet mouth. He keeps her head still as she closes her eyes, moans muffled. "Good girl…" He purrs, hardening in her mouth. He pulls out, watching as she gasps for air, the strands of saliva dripping down her chin.

"Such a good girl." He repeats as he rubs his cock over her plush lips. He can't imagine Gale having her in such a position, her body begging for him, letting him do whatever like Astarion. He silences the jealousy as he resumes using her mouth. At this moment, her body belongs to him. He runs her fingers over the curvature of her horn, surprisingly smoother than he figured they would be, but firm and hard. Her eyes shoot open, their eyes meeting. Were her horns a no-touch zone?

He pulls out of her mouth, waiting for her to say so, but she pants, her eyes then going down to his now-ready cock.

"On your feet." He states, helping her up. She kisses him softly, pressing her body against his. "How did you want to get fucked against this tree?" He asks, his cock pressing against her stomach.

Her eyebrows quirk up as she stammers a lie. "I-I don't know."

"Oh, you know sweetheart." He turns her around, pushing the robe down off her shoulders, making a soft clothing pile at their feet. He brings her hips back flush against him, his hand going up her back as he presses her against the tree. "You wanted me from behind, pounding you hard while you hold on to this tree for dear life. Is that right?" He asks, leaning into her ear, his teeth grazing her earlobe.

She nods, closing her eyes. "Yes, please." She rests her face against her hands, a cushion against the hard bark. Her tail whips from side to side in anticipation. His hands push her panties to the side again, holding them away this time as he slowly pushes his cock inside of her.

She moans out, pressing her ass back against him. There's a neediness, he recognizes, how quickly this will end. She does try her best however to keep it away with the first few strokes, getting her adjusted again to his size. He wonders what she's thinking about as her tail twitches. She's probably telling herself not to come immediately, counting down until she thinks it's the right time.

He smiles at the back of her head, his hands sliding up to her hips and waist. He always enjoyed this angle from anyone, how sensual it is as he picks up his pace, the sound of skin meeting skin filling their space as well as the cute moans she tries to keep down.

Her thighs squeeze together as she leans lower on the tree, crying out. Ah, there it is, Astarion thinks as he doesn't let up, her breathing loud and ragged. Her walls are so wet and clench around him with each thrust. He only wishes he could see her face, watching as she tries to fight it. His fingers dig into her hips, pressing his cock deeper inside.

She tosses her head, starting her begging. "Please… Please, my love… I'm so close…" She sounds so adorable trying to bargain her pleasure, but it's so quick. Too quick.

"Hmmm, no." He states, his hand going up to her hair, dragging her up until her back is arched against him. "Tell me how badly you want it." He growls in her ear, his other hand groping her breast. She's shaking like a leaf as he continues to pound her from behind. "So badly. So fucking badly, Astarion."

His name sounds so melodic when she's moaning it. His hand leaves her hair, wrapping around her neck. "How badly? Why should I let you finish when I could just stop now."

She shakes her head as she tries to turn her head to see him. "Please no. Do not stop." She cries out, her nails almost digging into the tree. He lets go of her neck, watching as she tries to get her bearings, her legs trembling. "Gods, yes. You're amazing. So so so amazing." She praises, panting as she feels him getting closer.

He chuckles at her attempts at dirty talk despite her brain being fogged up by pleasure. He's crystal clear as he glances down, watching as his cock disappears inside of her before reappearing. "You're mine, say it." He commands before realizing the thought left his mouth.

"I'm yours. Fuck I'm all yours." She sobs as she barely can hang on, her legs stiffening and back arching.

"Again." He goes with it, exposing this kink of hers, belonging to him.

"I'm all yours, oh please." She whines giving her final warning before the impending implosion.

It didn't matter for him either, his tip pressing against her cervix, the action turning him on. What says she belongs to him more than 'breeding' her, letting his seed spill down her leg? She'd lose her mind and he'd be safe for one more day. He holds her hips in place as she again tries to seize her body away, her arms practically wrapped around the trunk as he fucks her hard, ignoring how she comes undone around his cock.

He rarely came in people, not because he cared about the consequences, but because it took him a while to get there or he forced himself to get there on their body parts, faking it well enough. But he's not faking it, not this time, he realizes as he grunts, his attempts to keep the hard pace becoming harder as he feels all the nerve endings in his body reawaken, the sensations going to his brain and cock. "Ah, I'm so close my love. Let me claim you, just for tonight." He asks, her ass reverberating against his thrusts.

She mewls, her legs still shakily trying to keep her up against his thrusts. "Please, fuck!" She squeaks, the bark pressing against her face.

"Good girl… Good, good girl." He moans as his cock erupts inside of her, painting her walls with his sticky cum, the warm fullness intoxicating for her. He pulls out, panting, watching as he starts to spill out of her hole. He wonders if she'll keep her panties on, his semen pooling the fabric. Mildly disgusting, but he revels in it. His ownership of her.

She sinks on the ground, crumpling up so fast as she tries to catch her breath.

"Aww, was that too much for you darling?" He asks, rubbing himself for a moment to clean himself quickly. He'd do the full clean later.

She turns around, her cheeks flushed and her hair a mess as she shakes her head no. "It was perfect." She says, slowly standing up. Her eyes widen when she realizes what he's done, and how it feels.

He smirks, his red eyes locked on her thighs as she squeezes her legs together, trying not to let him spill out. "You should clean up before we go back to camp." He suggests as her cheeks heat with embarrassment, as he watches her waddle away to a private bush. Nature. He can't wait to be back in the city. A proper restroom.

She comes back, waddling still, her panties balled up in her hand. "You're so adorable." He continues to tease her as he hands her the discarded robe. She rolls her eyes as she wraps herself up, grimacing before kissing him quickly.

"We should go back to camp before people get worried." She says, worry lacing her expression.

"I doubt they'll care, darling. You were pretty loud." He says, watching as she walks, her legs still wobbly.

He helps her back to her tent, her legs barely working. It amuses him as he holds her close until they reach her tent. Lae'zel is on night duty. They hear her scoff as he helps her into the tent. "Sweet girl, you should rest."

She pouts as she leans into him, kissing him gently. When their eyes meet he sighs. She makes it so easy for him to seduce her, how doomed she is to think she likes him. "Stay the night with me?"

He laughs, shaking his head. "If I do that, you won't sleep a wink."

"You know I don't mind it." She whispers back.

He shakes his head as he pulls away. "My dear, I don't want you to overexert yourself." Her nostrils flare in defiance as he gives her one more chaste kiss.

She lies on her side, still watching him with those beautiful brown eyes. "You can feed on me if you want tonight." She adds a small token.

His stomach growls at the offer. She is so delicious. How could he say no? "So sweet of you to offer. I'll be back later. I need to take a walk." He pats her hand, knowing it's bait for him to stay longer, and be tempted again. She frowns but lets him leave, resting on her back, her mind racing with the events of the evening.

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