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pucksandpower · 7 months
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Grid Kids: y/n pregnency!!
Grid Kids: Bun in the Oven
Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers
Summary: moments with the grid kids during your pregnancy
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Kicking Up a Storm
“Did the little one just ...” Charles’ eyes widen as he pulls back his hand abruptly from where it had been resting on your stomach.
Lando, lounging on the other side of the room with a video game controller in hand, smirks, “Did what? Tried to escape? Can’t blame it, considering the rest of its siblings."
You swat playfully at Lando as Max and George, engrossed in assembling a nursery chair, look up in anticipation. “Come on, let us feel!” Max pleads, abandoning the chair pieces on the floor.
As everyone gathers around, taking turns to gently place their hands on your baby bump, you feel a flutter, a gentle kick responding to their touch. The room fills with gasps of wonder and joy.
“Feels like a future driver if you ask me,” George grins, looking at Sebastian, who chuckles, already imagining another Vettel on the tracks.
Lance, feeling a tad left out, decides to jump in. “Can it hear us? Hello in there, it’s your brother Lance! Remember to pick me as the fun brother, okay?”
Mick, who has been reading every pregnancy book he could get his hands on, chimes in, “You do realize the baby can’t differentiate voices yet, right?”
Lance waves him off, “Details, details.”
Cravings Are No Joke
“Pickles and chocolate? Seriously?” Max raises an eyebrow, holding up the two seemingly mismatched items as he stands in the middle of a grocery store aisle.
Lance, pushing the cart, shrugs. “Don’t question the cravings, just go with it.”
Charles, scrolling through the list on his phone, adds, “Oh and don’t forget the spicy ramen, blueberry pie, and ... pineapple pizza?”
George groans, “Pineapple pizza? Come on! Anything but that. I’m not even Italian and I’m still offended.”
Lando, with an impish grin, quips, “Remember when she wanted the mango gelato at 3 am? That was a fun drive.”
Mick chuckles, “Or the time we went to five different bakeries just to find that particular lemon cake she couldn’t live without.”
Lance pauses, looking thoughtful, “And wasn’t there a phase where she only wanted foods that were purple?”
George nods, “Yep, aubergines, purple potatoes, grapes ... I still can’t look at a plum without laughing.”
As the grid kids continue shopping, picking out items based on the rather diverse list you gave them, they share more anecdotes of the past months. The store’s other patrons watch in amusement as the young men navigate the aisles, often debating the merits of various brands or flavors, all to ensure they get it just right for you.
Later, back home, your grid kids proudly present their haul. You and Sebastian look on with affection as they lay out the eclectic mix of food.
“Did you guys get everything?” You ask, trying to hide your laughter.
Max feigns offense at being questioned, “Of course, we’re professionals.”
Sebastian leans in to whisper in your ear, “I’m just glad they didn’t try cooking this time. Remember the schnitzel incident?”
You giggle, recalling the disastrous attempt. “Of course I do. I was cleaning flour off the cabinets and ceiling for weeks. But hey, it’s the thought that counts.”
It’s a …
The preparations for your gender reveal are in full swing at the local park and your grid kids are at the heart of it. They’ve split into two factions: Team Girl, led by Charles and Lance, and Team Boy, spearheaded by Max and Lando.
Charles and Lance have laid out a series of pink challenges, including a three-legged race where participants wear pink tutus. “It’s going to be a girl, no doubt about it!” Lance proclaims confidently.
Max and Lando, on the other hand, have a blue-themed obstacle course, complete with a mini kart race. Lando, wearing a blue bandana, shouts over the ruckus, “I have no idea what you’re talking about because it’s definitely a boy.”
George has taken on the role of referee. Dressed in a striped shirt, whistle in hand, he’s ensuring that the competition remains friendly. “Remember, it’s all in good fun!” he reminds everyone, though his “Team Girl” badge suggests where his loyalties lie.
Mick, though undecided, has tie-dye patches of both blue and pink on his shirt. “I just want a healthy sibling for all of us,” he says with a gentle smile, standing back and enjoying the antics.
Sebastian, watching the chaos unfold, leans over and whispers in your ear, “Did we really think letting them plan this was a good idea?”
You laugh, “It’s a bit crazy but look at them. They’re having the time of their lives!”
The moment everyone’s been waiting for finally arrives. At the center of the park, a large, sealed box waits. As you and Sebastian approach, the grid kids form a circle around it, their playful banter coming to a halt.
With a shared look of excitement, you both pull on the ribbon. The box flaps open, releasing a cloud of ... green smoke?
The park erupts in a mixture of laughter and confusion.
Max looks baffled, “Green?”
Charles chuckles, “Guess neither team wins today!”
Lando, trying to waft away the smoke, jokes, “Alien? Oh my god, you’re having an alien!”
Mick wraps an arm around you, “Like I said, as long as it’s healthy.”
You smile, nestling into Sebastian’s side, “We thought we’d keep everyone guessing for a little longer.”
False Alarm
“Sebastian! The baby! I think it’s happening!” You exclaim, feeling a sudden tightening in your abdomen.
Sebastian, who was in the middle of mediating a lively debate with Max and Charles over who will be the baby’s favorite brother, nearly trips over the rug in his rush to get to you. “Okay, okay, okay. Deep breaths, in and out.”
Lance, eyes wide as saucers, frantically begins googling “how to deliver a baby” on his phone while George starts making a list of things needed for the hospital. “Towels! We need towels, right?”
Lando is somewhere on another planet, muttering to himself, “This isn’t happening. I am not ready to see a baby being born. Nope, nope, nope.”
Mick tries to restore some order. “Calm down everyone. Y/N, are you sure it’s really labor?"
Before you can respond, Charles bursts through the door, holding a bucket of ice. “I read somewhere you might need ice. Here!”
You laugh through the discomfort, appreciating the chaos ensuing because of your grid kids’ concern. "Actually guys, I think it’s just Braxton Hicks. False alarm.”
A collective sigh of relief sweeps the room. Sebastian, still slightly pale, pulls you into a hug, “You sure know how to keep things exciting.”
Lance looks up from his phone, “What’s Braxton Hicks?”
“It’s like a rehearsal for the real thing,” George explains, folding up his hastily made list.
Max, trying to regain his cool, smirks, “Well, if that was a rehearsal, the main event is going to be epic.”
You chuckle, patting your belly, “Guess the little one just wanted to see how quickly you all could jump into action.”
Putting the “Student” in “Student Drivers”
As you and Sebastian sit on the couch, going over your prenatal class schedule, a curious George peeks over. “What’s that? Are those the birthing classes?”
You nod, “Yep! We’re starting next week. It’ll help us prepare for the big day.”
Suddenly, Charles pops up beside George, eyes widening in interest. “Can we come?”
“That sounds cool! I’ve always wondered what those classes are like.” Lando chimes in from where he’s keeping an ear out in the kitchen.
Sebastian looks a bit overwhelmed, “I thought it was just going to be the two of us.”
Lance joins the group, scrolling through a magazine article about celebrity dads attending birthing classes. “Look at this! It’s a thing now. We could all go and support you both.”
Max adds, “Besides, we’re family. We’ve been there through everything else. Why not this?”
“Do they even allow so many people to join?” Mick ponders.
You can’t help but laugh at the eager faces in front of you. “I never thought I’d have to bring an entourage to a birthing class.”
Sebastian rubs his temples. “Okay, how about this? We’ll ask the instructor if it’s okay. If they allow it, you guys can join on one condition.”
Lando bounces on his toes, “What’s that?”
“No teasing or making jokes during the class. We’re there to learn and be supportive.”
Charles nudges Max, “That’s mainly directed at you.”
Max fakes innocence. “Me? I would never!”
You shake your head, “Alright, I’ll call tomorrow and see if our little ... or rather large group can attend.”
Your grid kids cheer, excited about the new adventure. As they scatter, already planning and discussing among themselves, Sebastian leans over to whisper in your ear, “This baby is already turning our world upside down and they’re not even here yet.”
You smile and squeeze his hand, “With this family, every moment is an adventure.”
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The birthing center’s usual tranquil ambiance is slightly offset by the excited chatter of the grid kids as you all enter. The instructor, a calm and composed woman named Clara, raises an eyebrow at the large group but doesn’t comment. After all, it’s not every day that half of the Formula 1 grid walks into her class.
The session starts with everyone introducing themselves. Most couples share sweet stories of their relationship journey. When it's your turn, Sebastian starts, “I’m Sebastian, this is my wife, Y/N,” he pauses, motioning to the group, “and these are ... our sons.”
The room erupts in chuckles. One of the expectant mothers quips, “That’s a lot of kids! You two have been busy!”
Clara moves on with the class, demonstrating breathing techniques. Everyone’s earnest attempt to follow along results in a mix of deep breathing, snorts, and a few stifled laughs. At one point, Max, struggling to get the rhythm right, looks over at Lando and mutters, “I feel like I’m preparing to go underwater.”
When it comes time for practicing labor positions, the grid kids enthusiastically volunteer. George and Charles end up demonstrating a position, with George playing the supporting partner and Charles the laboring mom-to-be. The sight of Charles leaning into George, pretending to be in labor, has the room laughing, especially when Charles exaggerates with dramatic moans.
Lance and Mick take a turn next and when Lance offers words of encouragement to “pregnant” Mick, saying, “You’re doing great, sweetie,” you almost fall off your chair laughing.
Towards the end of the class, Clara demonstrates the use of a birthing ball. Lando decides to take a leap onto one only to bounce off, crashing into Max and sending both of them tumbling to the ground. The room is in stitches.
Despite their hilarious antics, your grid kids genuinely try to grasp the concepts, asking thoughtful questions and engaging in the exercises.
As the class wraps up, Clara approaches you with a smile. “I must say, this has been the most ... lively class I’ve ever taught.”
You grin, “That’s one way to put it.”
She chuckles, “But it’s clear they all care deeply for you and want to support you both in any way they can.”
Sebastian nods, wrapping an arm around you, “We’re very lucky to have them.”
For Real This Time
Lando and Charles are in the middle of a heated argument over the best way to make a sandwich (complete with props and charts) when you suddenly feel a warm sensation. Looking down, your eyes widen. “Uh, guys?”
“What is it?” Sebastian jumps up right away.
You swallow, “I think my water just broke.”
For a moment, there’s stunned silence. Then … mayhem.
Max yells, “To the car! Now!” while Lance scrambles to grab the pre-packed hospital bag.
George accidentally knocks over a vase in his attempt to find your phone. “Sorry! We can clean that up later, right?”
Mick tries to maintain calm, “Everyone, deep breaths, remember the class?”
Lando, eyes wide, mutters, “This is nothing like the class.”
Upon arriving at the hospital, the reception area becomes a scene of organized chaos. As Sebastian wheels you in, the grid kids follow in a flustered procession.
A nurse at the reception desk blinks in surprise. “Is there a convention in town?”
Mick, panting slightly, replies, “No, just family.”
Lando adds, “The biggest family you’ve ever seen.”
Another nurse, recognizing some of the faces, chuckles, “Formula 1 drivers in the maternity ward? Now I’ve seen everything.”
Inside, as the medical team preps you, the grid kids stand outside, pacing and nervously waiting. They take turns peeking through the small window, offering waves and thumbs-up.
Sebastian holds your hand and doesn’t complain once as you grab back hard enough to break every bone in it, “You know, I’ve faced pressure on the track but this ... this is on another level.”
You chuckle, squeezing his hand, “Just remember, I’m doing the hard part.”
Soon enough, after what feels like both a minute and a lifetime, the beautiful cry of your newborn fills the room. Your grid kids, hearing the sound, cheer loudly, causing several nurses to hush them.
Charles, tears in his eyes, says, “We’re big brothers now. Like, for real.”
“Wait,” Lando interjects, “aren’t you already a big brother?”
“Shush mate, let me have this moment.”
Max rolls his eyes but smiles, “Welcome to the family, little one. We’re a bit crazy but we already love you so much.”
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supernovafics · 2 months
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𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔
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"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist
pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 2.9k words
warnings: explicit language, (slight) jealous!steve, brief mention of blood/injury (reader has a lil fall)
summary: in which everything has changed for steve after that night at the bar and morning in your bed, but he hasn’t admitted that to you yet. being honest is much harder than he thought it would be and no moment feels completely right, so he continues to pretend that nothing has changed. but, a day at the park playing basketball with you makes it feel a thousand times harder to keep the secret
author's note: the slow burn will end one day (eventually) (i promise) i just love dragging things out for absolutely no reason<3 (i’m sorry!)<333 anyways enjoy this very slight jealous!steve moment! he’s a bit of an asshole in this but also like not really and it’s only kinda for a second
general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333
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Winter 1986
It actually wasn’t all that surprising when Steve asked you to go to the park— that Saturday marked the first slightly warm day in months. 
And maybe saying that he “asked you” was a bit of a stretch because this felt more like a hostage situation; one that you technically orchestrated since, as one of his Christmas presents, you promised that you would play basketball with him one time. And today, on one of the first few days of March, he decided to drag you out of the apartment and to the park that was a quick drive away and had semi-nice basketball courts. 
You changed out of your typical Saturday attire, which simply consisted of a hoodie and shorts, and into a cream-colored t-shirt that said, “Sports Suck. And you do too” in black lettering, Steve got it for you for your birthday, and it felt almost too fitting for this moment. You also had on a pair of black athletic shorts that had been your usual attire during high school gym class.
“You’re the only person that I would ever subject myself to doing this for,” You said to Steve as you stepped out of his car and grabbed the basketball that had been sitting at your sneaker covered feet during the drive. “So, I hope you understand how huge of a deal this is.” 
Steve laughed a bit. “I know, and I feel honored that you’re risking your life by doing this for me right now.”
“You say that jokingly, but I brought a first aid kit just in case this ends badly,” You said and handed the basketball over to him. “So, what’s first? A riveting round of HORSE?”
“Before we play any games, and I beat you at all of them, let’s just shoot around for a bit so you can get used to it. Was the last time you played basketball really at my eleventh birthday party?” He asked, shooting the ball from a little bit in front of the three-point line as he spoke and making it almost too effortlessly. 
You grabbed the ball as it bounced on the court and then took a shot. You were standing much closer to the basket than Steve had been but still missed. 
“If that didn’t just answer your question, yes, your birthday party was the last time I even thought about playing. I actually think it was that day that made me realize I should stay away from all sports.”
“You hadn’t been that bad back then.”
You gave him a look. “Steve, I hit your grandma with a basketball. I missed a shot so bad that it hit her.”
It was that day that you were banned from using the basketball hoop in Steve’s backyard, rightfully so. 
“Okay, yeah, but she was fine and forgave you immediately. And even made sure you got an extra piece of cake when you started crying because of how bad you felt,” He said, tossing the ball to you so that you could try another shot. 
“Still doesn’t change the fact that I’m horrible at this,” You said before taking a breath and shooting the ball. You missed again, but it at least hit the rim that time. 
“That’s progress,” Steve said and gave you an encouraging smile.  
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Exactly twenty-three minutes had passed, and the only reason that you were keeping close track of the time was because when Steve had dragged you out of the apartment, you told him that you’d only be playing for an hour; unless you somehow turned into a prodigy. 
You had lost count of how many times you shot the basketball, but you knew that the number of times you successfully made a basket was four. It was an embarrassingly low number, and you definitely were not a prodigy, but each time you surprisingly made a shot, you’d gasp in shock and Steve would whoop happily and give you an enthusiastic high five while saying that the pointers he was giving you were working. You weren’t entirely sure that was true— and it wasn’t because he was a bad teacher, you were just a bad student. You were certain that each shot you made was based on pure luck and simple probability; if you kept shooting the ball, you’d eventually end up making something. 
And when you told Steve exactly that, he only shook his head at you. “No, you made those four shots because you’re good.” 
How happy and positive he was being about this entire thing was the only thing that made it bearable. 
You laughed a bit. “I love you and your encouragement, but that is such an overstatement.”
“For someone that hasn’t even touched a basketball in eight years, you are good.” 
“Thank you,” You said with an amused smile on your face instead of rebutting his statement. “I’ll make sure to try out for the local rec team when the time comes.” 
“That’s a great idea. I’ll coach you to help you prepare,” Steve said jokingly, and you only laughed in response. 
You were about to ask him to toss you the ball, but a group of guys walking past you two, probably headed to the empty hoop on the other side of the court, caught your attention for a second instead. There were four of them and one smiled at you as he passed by you and Steve and he was kind of cute so you smiled back. 
You were completely unaware, but there was something about that smile you gave the guy that made Steve have to look away from the entire nonverbal interaction and focus on the basketball in his hand instead. All too quickly he wanted to blurt it all out, everything that had hit him so abruptly that morning in your bed barely two weeks ago. 
I love you. I’m in love with you.
For the most part, that thought was the only thing that consumed his mind these days, especially when you two were together; which of course was way more often than not. 
There had probably been at least a hundred moments where he almost accidentally let it slip. Hours after it all had hit him, you two were sitting on the couch mindlessly watching some random sitcom and you leaned your head on his shoulder and he was so close to simply whispering it to you. And then when you two were in your Film and TV history class that Tuesday and writing unserious notes back and forth to one another in the margins of his notebook, he wanted to just write the five words down and slide the notebook back over to you. And just last night when you two were driving to the movie theater to see something with Robin and Eddie, he felt the urge to say it when a stupid love song that felt as if it cheesily summed up exactly how he was feeling came on the radio. 
However, he would always bite his tongue right before he told you because he was waiting for that perfect moment to be honest with you, and nothing felt entirely right just yet. And it especially didn’t feel like a good time in this moment where you were smiling at some guy that wasn’t him and a certain feeling that could only be deemed as jealousy sat in the pit of his stomach. 
Steve cleared his throat, bringing your attention back to him and then he tossed the ball to you. “Your turn.”
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The first round of HORSE was started and finished barely fifteen minutes later, quickly ending with Steve winning. Even though you could tell that he was going very easy on you and trying to let you win, you still somehow managed to lose. 
“This loss feels so much more embarrassing knowing that you were trying to let me win,” You had said after you missed your shot and got an “E.” 
“I wasn’t,” Steve told you with a shake of his head and you only gave him a look that said you didn’t believe him. 
You reached down to grab the ball and stop it from rolling away, but you somehow tripped over nothing but your own feet and landed hard on the ground. 
You yelped as you collided with the concrete. Luckily, you thought fast enough to put your hands out so that you didn’t completely faceplant. “Ouch. Shit.” 
Steve was by your side in an instant and started helping you up. “Are you okay?”
You could only shrug in response to his question at first as you stood up with the help of his hand on your arm. 
“Okay, just kidding, that moment was a lot more embarrassing than losing the game,” You told him. When you looked down and saw the deep scrape on your knee and the blood already starting to rise from the wound, you immediately had to look away from it. “I put the first aid kit in the backseat.”
“What? You actually brought it? I thought you were joking,” Steve said, keeping an arm around you as he helped you walk over to the car and opened the passenger side door so that you could sit down. 
“Of course, I wasn’t joking. It felt inevitable that something like this would happen,” You said as you sat sideways in the passenger seat so that your feet were on the ground, and then you grabbed a couple napkins from the glove compartment to place it on your knee and help stop the bleeding. “Honestly, I’m surprised this didn’t happen in the first five minutes.”  
Steve grabbed the first aid kit before kneeling down in front of you and you looked at the four guys down at the end of the court. They were playing a two against two game and the one that smiled at you earlier just made a shot at the three-point line. 
You stopped looking at him and instead focused on the top of Steve’s head. “Ugh, I can’t believe I just fell in front of that cute guy.” 
“Maybe he didn’t even see,” Steve mumbled with a quick shrug.
“I doubt that,” You said and then sighed. “These last few weeks have been very humbling. First, things immediately going downhill with Jamie, and now this.” 
Steve didn’t know how things had ended with Jamie, you had yet to tell him the exact reasoning, but selfishly he had been glad that they did. Although he couldn’t find it in him to tell you the truth just yet, the thought of now having to see you with anyone else annoyed him. 
You tapped his shoulder so that he would look up at you. “It would be a bad idea if I went up to him and asked for his number, right?” 
“Yeah, it would,” Steve answered, pulling his eyes away from yours and focusing on grabbing something from the first aid kit instead. His words were a lie, for the most part— he personally would’ve thought it was cute if a girl did that to him. He immediately felt like shit for lying to you, but not enough to go back on what he said. 
You nodded at his response. “Okay.”
You kept your eyes away from what Steve was doing as he cleaned up your knee, looking up at the sky instead until he was done and placing the large band-aid over it. 
“Thanks,” You said and smiled at him. 
He looked up at you for a brief moment before standing up and simply giving you a small nod. He went over to grab the basketball, which had rolled into the grass, and then put it in the backseat. 
The drive back to the apartment was quiet and it felt more like Steve’s doing than yours. He suddenly seemed distant, maybe even mad at you, and the abrupt shift felt so odd.
You looked over at him. “What’s wrong?” 
He shook his head. “I’m fine.” 
It felt pretty clear that he wasn’t fine, though. You could tell that he was annoyed at you for reasons that you couldn’t decipher and that only made you annoyed as well. You didn’t even play with the radio during the drive back to the apartment, you just sat there with your arms folded across your chest as you stared out the window. 
You wondered if the prevailing silence bothered him as much as it bothered you, but then that question didn’t even matter because he was pulling into the parking lot of the apartment building and parking in the usual open spot next to your car, and you were unbuckling your seatbelt. 
“What happened with you and Jamie?” Steve asked before you could open the door and step out of his car. “You never really talked about it.” 
The abruptness of the question surprised you; and it wasn’t even the question itself that was the surprising part, it was more so the timing of it. Was that why he decided to randomly get mad at you? Because you never told him what happened on that dumb date? And why the hell would it even matter at this point? 
You weren’t even entirely sure why you hadn’t told Steve the full extent of what happened. When you came back from the date that night, you only said that things had gone badly. 
You turned to look at Steve. “He didn’t like you.” 
His eyebrows furrowed at that. “What?”
“Well, not you necessarily, but us; our friendship,” You said, looking down at your band-aid-covered knee. “When me and him went on the date, he asked about what my emergency was and why I had to cancel the date the first time, and I told him about your accidental phone call and you being drunk at the bar and me having to go get you, and he didn’t see that as much of an emergency; especially since you had wanted Eddie to pick you up. He thought it was a little weird how easily I canceled plans to go do something for you, and the whole night kind of shifted awkwardly from there.”
You remembered that entire conversation perfectly, and you honestly couldn’t even get that annoyed with Jamie when he said any of that because you didn’t think that your priorities would ever be able to change. Steve would probably always be at the top of your unwritten list, and you had come to the conclusion that whoever else wanted to be in your life would just have to deal with that. 
“Oh.”
You looked at him curiously. “What?”
“Nothing,” Steve shook his head. “I’m sorry.” 
Hearing him say that only confused you. “Sorry for what?”
He was quiet for a long moment before sighing. “I don’t know…” 
“Is that why you were mad at me just now? Because I didn’t tell you what happened on the date?”
“No, I don’t even know why I brought it up right now, I was just curious,” He said with a shrug before meeting your gaze. “And I’m not mad at you for anything. I promise.” 
“Okay…” You said as you found one of his hands and gave it a light squeeze. “So, what’s up with you? Clearly, something’s wrong, right? Is it something with your parents?”
“No, nothing with them,” He responded, which was an answer that only confused you more. It looked like there were a thousand things going through his head right then, and you couldn’t seem to decipher any of it, which felt foreign to you— you were so used to reading him like a book. “It’s just… it’s kind of hard to explain right now.”
If it really had nothing to do with his parents, you were unsure what else it could be and what else would be difficult to talk to you about. In your head, there wasn’t supposed to be anything that you couldn’t talk to each other about; you were best friends for a reason. It was easy to joke around and playfully banter with one another, but it had also always been easy to have the types of deep and honest conversations that neither of you would ever have with anyone else. 
You decided not to push him further in this moment, though. Whatever was going on with him, you knew that he’d tell you eventually. 
“It’s okay. Tell me whenever you want to,” You said softly and then decided to say your next words jokingly to shift the mood a bit. “But stop being weird about whatever it is, or I will think that you hate me or something.”
Steve only shook his head at your words at first. “I could never hate you.”
Maybe that was when you should’ve seen it, when you should’ve realized how he felt about you. There was something about the way he said his short statement— so certainly, so truthfully— that should’ve made you connect all of the dots. But, that was the last possible thing on your mind. You would’ve thought that he wanted to move out of the apartment for some random reason before you even considered thinking that he had any sort of romantic feelings toward you. You two had been friends for forever so that just didn’t sound like a plausible thought. 
Therefore, instead of any sort of “aha!” moment hitting you right then, you smiled playfully at Steve and said, “Good.”
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gaeasun · 6 months
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Cut Lawquane was absolutely a Commando
Ok, crazy theory time.
I think Cut Lawquane was a Commando, or least a Commander. But going with Commando for now. But I don't think he was a rank and file clone trooper.
All of the clone troopers i think should be shown as exceptionally trained, but Cut Lawquane showed incredible skill, even though we saw him compared to Rex the entire episode. Evidences are below:
A) Rex is both a Captain and one of the oldest of the CT's, but the entire time Cut acts as his equal and perhaps even elder. He doesn't talk quite down to Rex, but it reminds me of how people act when they're just a grade apart. Not like they know everything and the other knows nothing, but there is a definite difference between them. Also he instinctively recognizes Rex as a Captain, but is not phased by that at all.
B) He disables Rex, the Captain Rex, with a farming tool in zero seconds flat, and does it without hurting him.
C) He recognizes Commando droids, which are typically only used in special assignments. And he also knows that it takes a headshot to pierce their armor. On Rishi it was Captain Rex who recognized them and said they were brand new. So for Cut to already know exactly what they are, especially when he's been out of the war for months, at least implies he could have been on high stakes missions before right in the beginning of the war. Which is also why I'm leaning Commando instead of Commander, because it's more Commandos who go on missions while Commanders are still often with general forces.
D) He has a highly developed sense of individuality and creative thinking, which was encouraged more in the special forces than general troopers.
E) Cut also says, specifically, "everyone I cared about, my team, was gone." Commandos are specifically trained to work in groups of four as a cohesive team. additionally, with these commando units being so tightly knit, the feelings of complete loss could have played a large role in Cut's desertion.
F) Cut and Rex play a game of dejarik, and while the winner is not shown, by the end they're both down to the last piece, which shows that Cut is around Rex's level when it comes to strategy. And Rex is so good at strategy that Marshall Commander Cody, who the commanding officer of around 36,000 men, considered Rex to be one of the best they had in that regard. Not to mention that Cut is impressed with Rex too.
G) Cut has 3 blaster type weapons that are probably the weapons he had on him when he deserted: an older rifle, a blaster carbine, and a DC-17. Now, it makes sense for a farmer to own a rifle, and the blaster carbine is a general GAR blaster. but the DC-17 is the same blaster pistol that Rex uses, that we have only seen used by ARC Troopers, Captains, and Commanders.
H) This is probably the most obvious one of all, but Cut is an incredibly good fighter. Even our beloved ARC troopers Fives and Echo struggle to take on a few. Cut takes on 20 and lives (granted the droids are not top form but its still impressive). He makes three headshots in a row with his rifle in less than three seconds, and the next three kill shots are all headshots as well. he also throws a wooden rafter-beam off him (that might be dad-strength tho) and hits a metal droid with a wooden chair hard enough to break both of them. he also punched one of them in the face hard enough the droids eyes flashed red (and then slightly regretted it, but it didn't look like he broke his hand either).
I) Cut hadn't been fighting for at least several months, since he deserted almost right after Geonosis. so as incredible as his skills are, he had probably been even better before, so just think about that for a moment.
Edit: i forgot to put this in because it wasnt in The Deserter, but by bad batch he already has gray streaks and a receding hairline. guys an old teenager for sure
So, Cut is a highly trained and skilled fighter in both hand to hand combat and blaster combat, he's at least as old as Rex and is not intimidated by his rank at all, he was in a specific team and felt like everything had no meaning after they all died, he has the weapons of an officer, had seen enough of commando droids to recognize them and their weaknesses, is Rex's match in strategy and combat while being more independent.
All of this points to Cut being anything but a regular CT, and as far as I'm concerned he was absolutely a Commando.
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cherry blossom
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summary - some things are just meant to be serendipitous surprises
pairing - justin herbert x fem!reader
wordcount - 4k
A/N: im already working on pt 2 to this, dont you worry. and of course the title is a lana song
masterlist, part two
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10 minutes
The timer glared at the two of them as they sat on the edge of Y/N’s bathtub. Justin was too scared to touch any part of her, and the inches between them suddenly felt like miles. All because of a little piece of white plastic. 
He kept mumbling something incoherent under his breath, but Y/N couldn’t bring herself to pay enough attention to figure out what it was. Her eyes were just glued to a spot on the vanity in front of her, so lost in her own mind she almost forgot to blink.
9 minutes
“What if…” Justin mumbled, this time loud enough for her to hear. He was too scared to go on, not wanting to even speak the thought into existence. 
“I don’t know,” she replied, voice shaky as she continued wringing her hands together, not minding the slight pain in her joints the motion caused. 
8 minutes
“Does it always take ten minutes? What if it takes longer? Or shorter? Shouldn’t we check already?” Justin kept firing off questions, finally turning to look at Y/N, her eyes only meeting his briefly before turning them back down toward the tiled floor. 
“I– I’m too scared to look.”
7 minutes
“So we wait then?” She nodded in response to his question. “How much longer?”
“About seven minutes.”
“This has been the longest three minutes of my fucking life,” he sighed, rubbing a hand down his face and the small amount of beard growing on his jaw. 
6 minutes
“If it’s… we take another, right? Just to be safe,” he nodded to himself, not even knowing who his words were directed at anymore. They might as well have been screamed into a black hole; nothing was sticking in either of their minds; everything a complete blur.
“Yeah, we need to go buy another then. I only got one.”
“Why didn’t you get more?”
“I wasn’t thinking clearly. I think you can guess why.”
5 minutes
“Halfway,” she mumbled, her fingers twitching to reach out and check. She needed to know, every atom in her body was begging her to. 
“Five minutes. We can do this. I’m okay – we’re okay.”
He wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating anything. Maybe this was just a dream; a freakishly realistic and horribly terrifying dream. 
4 minutes
“Promise you won’t be mad, whichever way it goes,” Y/N pleaded, her glassy eyes meeting his. It looked as if he was keeping himself together by a thinning thread, which slowly started unraveling at the sight of her glossed over irises. 
“Of course not. We– whatever happens and whatever we decide we do together. Okay?” 
“Yeah, together.”
3 minutes
“I think I’m gonna throw up,” she groaned, resting her head between her knees as she tried to steady her breathing.
“Already?” he joked, his voice shaking within the first syllable. 
“Don’t make me laugh.” She tried suppressing her grin as they made eye-contact, and for a second she forgot about their predicament. 
2 minutes
“I guess it’s a belated ‘happy birthday’ no matter the outcome, huh?” Y/N was the one to try and joke this time, seeing the seconds tick down oh so slowly. 
“It’s September,” he dryly replied. “Just a couple months too late.”
“Eh, I’ve done worse.”
1 minute
“Now I’m really gonna throw up,” she warned as they stared at the timer on her phone, the seconds continuing to tick down as if its end couldn’t change the trajectory of both of their lives. 
“Oh my god,” Justin mumbled to himself. “Oh my god.”
“We’re fine, it’s okay. It’ll be okay,” Y/N repeated out loud like a mantra, both for herself and for Justin. And just as she was going to start the cycle all over, the beeping sound that made their skin crawl echoed throughout the tiled room. 
They just sat staring at the test now, neither daring to move. Justin acted first, opting to grab Y/N’s hand instead of the test. “We’ll be okay.”
“I know, I know, we’ll figure it out. We always do,” she nodded, squeezing his hand comfortingly before reaching for the test – which had been sitting upside down on the bathroom counter in front of their eyes the entire time. 
Flipping it over in her hands, the both of them could very clearly see the bright pink line on the white backdrop of the test. More importantly, they saw the lack of a second line. 
“Thank fucking god,” Justin exhaled deeply, turning around to gather Y/N in his arms, giving her a bone crushing hug as he joylessly laughed. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if it was positive. I mean, I just turned 25, and we are so not ready to be parents yet.”
“Oh, absolutely. I was fucking terrified,” she laughed alongside him, swaying side to side before letting go and backing up a bit to get a better look at his face. His expression could only be explained as complete and untainted calm; like the one after a storm. Before, his eyebrows had been tightly pulled together, the anxious frown on his face so deep his green eyes were barely visible.
“I’m sorry, but I’m just so relieved. I’m not ready for this, and I don’t think you are either.” He tread cautiously with his words, although she didn’t take any offense as she completely understood what he meant. 
“It’s fine. Jeez, I guess this is what happens when we’re reckless, huh?”
“Yeah,” he agreed, a sad smile on his face. 
“We should probably stop, then. This was kind of a wakeup call, don’t you think?” she proposed.
They hadn’t been dating before their scare. The closest and most accurate label they could find would be ‘friends with benefits’. Everything was very casual. Y/N cared for Justin, and vice versa, but neither was in a position to have an actual relationship where they could devote the amount of time that was fair for a partner for an extended amount of time. Their arrangement worked for them. It had worked for them.
Justin realized it, too. They’d flown too close to the sun. 
“Yeah. It’s kind of nice ending things like this, huh, amicably,” Justin smiled softly, no animosity in sight, only an underlying sadness that came with any inevitable and major change. “Plus we can be friends without any obstacles.”
“Yeah, that’s always a plus,” she laughed. “I’m gonna miss Nova more than you, I think. She’s basically become my best friend.”
“You’d choose my cat over me? That’s just rude.”
“I’ve gotta have priorities,” she smiled, reaching over to wrap him in a warm hug, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek, truly sealing their goodbye. 
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Y/N didn’t know how things ended up this way. One day she was living her normal life, going to work, coming home to her empty apartment, doing more work, and falling asleep. The next, everything was upside down.
She had been incredibly overworked, so it wasn’t too much of a shock to anyone around her when she had her fainting spell at work.
It was embarrassing to say the least. The only true consolation she felt was that she had been wearing pants that day, so no flashing had occurred. 
That was nearly a month ago to the day, now. And it also marked the day she found out she was pregnant. 24 weeks. The option of getting an abortion was long gone, though she wasn’t even sure if she would've gotten one. But it still kind of stung being blindsided and left without a choice.
She was now 28 weeks along, and had had time to come to terms with her situation. It helped that her bump seemed to have popped only a few days after her spell. Thinking back, she had been gaining weight the last few months, but given how overworked and stressed she was, she assumed nothing of it. The same anxieties also caused her to lose track of time, and not realize her period hadn’t come at all the last few months.
Now she could easily feel the kicks of her baby, and the odd sensation of them moving around. She was lucky she’d managed to bypass the morning sickness altogether – she already had a weak stomach, she really wasn’t sure she would have survived that all by herself. 
And now that she was sure of what she wanted; that she wanted this baby that she’d already come to love, she realized the next obstacle – telling the father. 
Of course she knew who it was. She had only been with one person the last year, and that was Justin. She had almost called him that day in the hospital, but as her thumb hovered over his contact, she remembered how adamant he was on not being ready to have kids yet. She had said the same things, and here she was now, so she knew she still had to tell him, but hoped to procrastinate only a little longer.
Y/N didn’t want to distract him during the season, but with January nearing its close, her excuse was running out of validity quickly. He deserved to know, that much she was sure of. 
But part of her was scared, completely terrified of how he would react. She worked a normal job, with decent pay and benefits, but it was nothing compared to the insane net worth Justin had amassed the first few years of his career as a NFL quarterback. 
She’d heard the stories of the crazy “baby mamas” and “gold diggers”. She didn’t want to be clumped with them, and she didn’t want her kid to have that stamp. It was a delicate and stupid situation. She wanted to blame herself but mostly she just blamed that faulty test. If it hadn’t shown that false negative then she wouldn’t have been in that predicament.
But there was nothing left to do now except deal with the aftermath. And, of course, even that would turn out to be ripped from her grasp.
“You’ll never believe who I saw today,” Keenan dramatically entered the locker room – which was empty save for Justin. Many of the lockers were cleaned out, the season having ended in a playoff loss a week prior.
“Uh, Beyoncé?”
“No, dummy. I saw Y/N at the pharmacy.”
Justin physically recoiled at the sound of her name, his face scrunching up a bit. He hated talking about himself, and the only connection Y/N had to any of his teammates was through him. The conversation had barely started and he already wanted out.
“Okay?” he asked, not really understanding what was so special about it.
“Dude, did you know she’s pregnant?”
Oh fuck.
“What did you say?”
“She’s pregnant. Like, really pregnant, visibly,” Keenan emphasized, gesturing to his stomach to get his point across.
“Oh my fucking god.”
“Just thought I’d tell you, I guess she really took advantage of that no-labels thing, huh,” the receiver joked, though his smile quickly faded as he saw the unchanged look on Justin’s face – completely blank and without blinking. 
“Oh my fucking god,” he repeated.
“What? S’not like it’s yours,” Keenan shrugged, immediately freezing once the words left his mouth. “It’s not yours, right? Please tell me you didn’t knock some girl up.”
“Oh my fucking god.”
“Justin Patrick Herbert, you dumb motherfucker. Did you not learn about birth control in school?”
“She’s really pregnant. Like, having a baby pregnant,” Justin mumbled to himself, leaving Keenan to observe the absolute look of terror on his face. There were so many emotions streaming through his mind in so little time. 
“Congrats, dude. I think,” Keenan winced, clapping him on the back in what could either be construed as celebratory or comforting.
“Why wouldn’t she tell me?” He sounded so small as the words left his mouth, his green eyes fixated on some spot on the locker room floor. 
“You gotta ask her that, not me.”
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And so he did. At eight pm that night, after hours on the phone with his brothers debating how he should approach the situation, and then time just sitting and thinking, he finally mustered up the courage to knock on her door. He’d sat in his car for close to half an hour before he could step out, his knees seeming to buckle each time he tried to get out.
But now, he stood in front of a woman who looked like she’d just seen a ghost. Her eyes were comically wide, and her mouth slightly agape as she just stared at him, no words exchanged between the two.
“What are you doing here?” she tentatively asked, wrapping her arms around her middle protectively, whilst trying to hide the slight shake in her voice. 
“I– Keenan told me… you’re…” he trailed off, his gaze drifting toward her stomach, wrapped snugly in not only her arms but an oversized sweater – one which didn’t do much to hide the swell of her middle. “You’re, we’re– I don’t even know what to say.”
“Come in,” she gestured, rubbing at her temples – no doubt a headache creeping in. 
He’d been in the apartment tens if not hundreds of times before, always with a warm welcome and a kiss, but this time it felt very different. It had been months since they last saw one another, in this very apartment.
Justin had expected the place to look completely different, but it didn’t seem like much had changed. He did take note of a few new things as they walked to her living room – an unfinished stroller, various gift boxes and a high chair. It was odd seeing everything baby related, it felt surreal.
He gingerly sat down on that same blue couch he’d sat on countless times before, each of them sitting on opposite sides of it. Justin’s eyes were glued to the rug underneath his feet, his leg bouncing up and down uncontrollably. He’d never been in this situation before – luckily – and he had no idea how he was supposed to act. 
Should he congratulate her? Offer child support? Maybe he shouldn’t even assume it’s his, he had no idea how far along she was, even if it was more than obvious that she was pregnant. Maybe he shouldn’t even have come – god knows she hadn’t even contacted him. 
“Is he – she – it – mine?” he asked, stumbling over his words, picking at his nails. 
She sighed shakily, her hands rubbing nervously up and down her sweatpants. “Yes, I’m so sorry Justin, I really am.”
Before either of them knew it, tears were streaming down her face at an alarming pace. No matter how many she tried wiping away, more of them seemed to appear out of thin air, streaking her makeup-free cheeks. 
"I'm fine, I promise. Stupid hormones."
Justin immediately moved closer to her, thumbing away her tears and shushing her gently. He hated seeing anyone cry, but watching her cry had always felt like a knife to the heart in a way he hadn’t ever been able to explain. 
“Why didn’t you tell me,” he forced out as he cradled her head to his chest, her tears soaking his Nike hoodie. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer, but he needed it. If not for closure, then just for the sake of his sanity.
“I swear I was going to – I promise. I didn’t want you to think I was some crazy girl showing up like ‘hey you knocked me up can you now pay me thousands every month?’, I didn’t want that, ‘cause that’s not true.”
Y/N kept on rambling, some words jumbling together and becoming somewhat incoherent as she babbled into his shoulder. Eventually she calmed down enough to detach herself from him, pushing the palms of her hands into her eyes as if that would stop the tears. She sniffed, looking up at the ceiling for a second before continuing.
“I found out only like a month ago – I don’t know how I didn’t know. The test must’ve been a false negative – I didn’t even know those were a thing, honestly,” she admitted, making eye contact for a second, before she had to rip her gaze away. The sight of his green eyes filling with tears was too horrible to watch – especially with her overactive hormones. “And then you made the playoffs, and everything was going so well, and I didn’t want to stress you out any more than I had to. So I thought I’d wait.”
Justin just let her words sink in, not bothering with any more questions. He assumed she’d just keep talking if he kept quiet, which he was right about. 
“And honestly I was being selfish, too. I mean I’d just found out I was pregnant, and I had barely accepted the fact myself. And then I realized I had to tell you, too, and I kinda shut down,” she admitted with a sigh. Y/N felt so ashamed of herself, to the point that any anger Justin felt towards her felt completely justified. 
“And you’re keeping it, then? I mean, I’m assuming ‘cause of all the baby stuff all around,” Justin mumbled as he brushed a hand through his hair – a nervous tick of his. He felt like he needed to know everything, to have all of the facts, before he would let himself be sad or happy about anything. He needed to know, and then he could react accordingly.
“It was too late to have an abortion when I found out – even if I had wanted to. I’m not sure I would’ve, but I guess I’ll never know,” she mumbled, a little scared of his reaction. 
“Okay, okay. I get that,” he kept on nodding, as if her words needed some help sinking in. 
“I was also scared you wouldn’t want our baby, ‘cause of that last conversation we had.” That piqued Justin’s interest, his eyebrows furrowing and his eyes instinctively moving to hers, trying to gauge her reaction. “We both said we weren't ready for kids, then, and it’s only been a few months, so. I was scared you were going to reject them, and I guess I thought never knowing would be less painful.”
He couldn’t help but understand her reasoning. They’d openly decided together they weren’t ready to be parents, but fate seemed to have other plans, clearly. He felt guilty, like he’d abandoned her in a time of need, even if he had no idea what he had done.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she shook her head fervently. “You didn’t know, this is all on me.”
After a beat, Justin opened his mouth again, hesitantly wording his question. “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl yet? And is he or she healthy?”
“It’s a big baby, I can tell you that much. Happy and healthy. Lungs and heart are growing perfectly, and no congenital problems. They're gonna be a kicker without a doubt,” she smiled as she spoke, her hand rubbing up and down the swell of her stomach, a small protrusion showing as if on command. “I didn’t want to know the sex, I felt like it would be wrong finding out without you. And I wasn’t sure I even wanted to know, I think I wanna be surprised.”
Unconsciously, Justin let a grin spread across his lips, keeping his eyes glued to her belly. “Can I?” he asked, gesturing toward his baby, an asinine thought to him.
“Of course, go ahead,” she quickly agreed, pulling her sweatshirt up to reveal a thin tank-top, giving him easier access to the baby.
As Justin’s large and very very warm hands spread out across her stomach, their baby seemed to know it just as much as they did. It immediately kicked right at the palm of his hand, moving and squirming around. “This feels so weird.”
“Imagine having that inside of you. Should’ve had a kid with someone shorter, your kid seems to elbow my bladder every time I fall asleep, and I’m not even that far along, yet.”
Justin laughed, letting the smile stay on his face as he kept his hands on Y/N, his hands moving to stroke the skin ever so slightly. “We’re having a kid.”
“Yeah,” she nodded, the tears brimming her eyes once more – even if that seemed to be the norm for her, these days.
“We’re really having a kid – I’m gonna be a dad,” Justin laughed out, finally looking back up at Y/N, showing off his tear stricken face and glossed over eyes. He looked so happy, and she couldn’t help but feel the weight being physically lifted off her chest. 
Before she even had the time to get another word in, he all but launched himself at her, wrapping her in one of his bear hugs. His arms were long enough to make their way all around her, even with her stomach in between them. She could hear his sniffles in the crook of her neck as he cried, his entire body shaking. 
Y/N could only stroke his back comfortingly and whisper sweet nothings as she waited for the wave of emotions to pass. She’d gone through all of the same stages when she sat alone in that doctor’s office last month, only hers had come over a longer period of time. Justin seemed to have everything hit him all at once. 
“Shh, it's okay.”
“I know, I know, I’m just so happy, I don’t even know why,” he cried. “I mean, I know why, but you know what I mean. God, I wasn’t sure how this was gonna go.”
Y/N only kept up her movements, moving one of her hands to run her fingers through his overgrown locks, letting her nails scrape across his scalp the way he always loved. “I’d be fine to do a paternity test, if you want. I’d get why you’d want one,” she offered tentatively, wanting to give him the option, even if she knew there was no one else it even could have been.
“No need, I believe you. I really do. Oh my god.”
He pulled back to wipe his face of all the snot and tears, a little embarrassed of how he reacted. “And I’ve missed so much, I’m so sorry you went through all of that alone.”
“I’ve only been to one ultrasound – the one I had when I found out at 24 weeks – and I’m now 28 weeks. They should be about as big as an eggplant now, I think. But with the doctor’s measurements of how much bigger this one is, it’s at least a small honeydew melon now.”
“That’s so big,” Justin whispered, his eyes wide as they once again went to her stomach. “Tell me more about the appointments. I want to know everything.”
They spent the next few hours on her couch – with multiple bathroom and snack breaks in between for Y/N, but they’d definitely gotten somewhere. They had a lot to talk about, and a lot to plan. After all, they only had three months left until the potentially biggest day of either of their lives.
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mystic-writings · 6 months
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almost perfect | jess mariano
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PAIRING — jess mariano x fem!gilmore!reader
REQUEST — Anon - Where Emily and Richard have a kid a year older than Rory (they had her before Lorelai got pregnant with her) and she’s sent to love with Lorelai around the same the same time jess moves to town? And they meet all cutesy and shit 🤭
SUMMARY — you move to stars hollow to live with your sister, lorelai, and end up falling for the one person who understands you - and the one person your sister doesn't like
WARNINGS — angst, familiy arguments, odd family dynamics, confessions, fluff
WORD COUNT — 3,461
NOTES — this idea has had me in a chokehold fr thank you anon
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Moving to a new town and starting your life at a new high school with only two years left before graduation was difficult. But moving into your sister’s town, and going to a school where her daughter was a former student, and everyone already knows who you are, is infinitely worse. 
You supposed that being semi-close to Rory as kids was a good thing, because if it weren’t for knowing her and, by extension, knowing Lane, you’d be wandering these halls completely alone, and doubly more confused. 
Dean and Lane were angels, helping you with every piece of much needed information on what teachers were good or bad, who to avoid at every chance, and where to not sit during lunch. They promised to do their best to help, but Lane’s mother was as strict as a dictator, and Dean often worked after school, so beyond sitting with them in the classes you happened to share, there wasn’t much they could do. 
Still, Rory walked you to the doors before heading off to catch the bus to Chilton, taking extra care to make sure you were okay before leaving. It was nice, the relationship you had with her despite everything. 
Lorelai wasn’t too happy that you were staying at theirs, but she understood why you had to leave your parents behind. Or, more realistically, why you were forced to walk out. It’s why she left them 17 years ago. 
Despite the age gap between you and your sister, Lorelai was all too aware of why you were born. Of how your parents treated the both of you, and the fact that no child should’ve been raised under the Gilmore name. She was never really close with you, considering you were only a few months older than Rory, but you understood. No 16 year old should be raising a kid while her parents are raising a baby themselves. 
But, she was kind enough to open her arms, and redecorate her spare bedroom, to fit you in. She got you a place at Stars Hollow High, settled you in with the townspeople, and did anything in her power to help. 
However, there was no helping the bundle of anxiety in your chest as you headed from your locker to homeroom. The school was small, of course. Not small enough to have a graduating class size of under 70 kids, but small enough that people knew who was attached to your last name. Small enough for people to start asking questions. 
Homeroom itself was fine. Lane and Dean had different homeroom classes, and people whispered when your name was called during attendance, but everything else was fine. The boy you sat next to seemed entirely unbothered by the environment around him, clutching a pen as he wrote in the margins of the book he carried - On The Road, by Jack Kerouac. Rory had lent the book to you not even two weeks ago, and you mentally appraised him for his literary taste. 
Of course, you should’ve known that trouble would’ve found you not long after your first day. 
Between second and third period, you’d been standing at your locker, supposedly the one Rory used to inhabit - and one you’d already decorated with stickers of bands and movie references - switching out your books when three girls approached you. You were already not prepared for any unexpected interactions, but these girls spelled trouble, just from the way they were all blonde, pretty and primped at 9am, in a small town high school. You expected it from the Chilton girls, sure, but not here. 
“You’re Y/n Gilmore, right?” The one in the middle said, her mouth upturned in something like a grimace. 
“Yeah, why?”
“Well we saw you during homeroom and we were wondering,” the girl on the left spoke, her gum popping annoyingly as she chewed on it. “If you’re, like, a Gilmore, does that make you Rory’s sister?”
“Yeah, we didn’t know Rory had a sister.” 
“How come we’ve never seen you before? I mean, you both should’ve gone to the same school, right?”
“Oh, my God, are you not her sister? Or were you just like, in rehab or something?”
“Oh my God, are you a drug addict?”
The girls continued to chirp at you, and among themselves, endlessly thinking up possibilities of how you could be Rory’s sister and still not go to Stars Hollow High until now. You didn’t even know they had that much brain power, let alone that they could jump to that far of a conclusion so fast. 
Suddenly, from behind you, someone spoke. “Why don’t you girls leave her alone, huh?” 
They stopped, almost freakishly in sync, and grimaced at the person behind you. 
“Seriously, Barbie, why don’t you go fix your makeup or something.” He scoffed, stepping up to stand beside you. “And honestly, if she was a tweaker, do you really think she’d even be allowed in the school?”
“I-”
“Just go away,” he complained, and the girl in the middle scoffed. 
“Whatever, Jess. Just trying to get to know the new girl.” She rolled her eyes.
You didn’t stop yourself from looking at the trio in disbelief. “You sure have a funny way of doing it, then. Why don’t you make up rumours about someone else and leave me the hell out of it. Or have you gotten bored of doing it to everyone else?”
It was amusing, watching the shock make their jaws drop before they managed to saunter away. When you turned to look at the boy who helped save you from that awful experience, you found the person who sat next to you in homeroom. 
“Thanks.”
“No problem,” he shrugged, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and you noticed that his hands were shoved in his front pockets. “Trust me, those girls do that to everyone. Y/n, right?”
“That’s me. And you’re Jess.” 
“Yep.” 
You stood silently for a few moments, staring awkwardly at one another. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, the warning bell rang, and the noise level around you picked up as students rushed to their next classes. 
“See you around, Y/n.” And just like that, Jess disappeared into the crowd of students, leaving you to gather your things and head to calculus, one of the few classes you shared with Lane. 
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It’s been almost two months since you moved to Stars Hollow, and you found that adjusting was a lot easier than you first thought it would be. Despite having Lane and Dean at your side, you also seemed to be one of the lucky few to catch and retain Jess Mariano’s attention. He was, to everyone else, the loner who barely came to class and had no interest in being in the town in the first place; but he seemed to take a liking to you, the reason for which was still unknown to everyone but him. 
He was quick to become your best friend, and the only person in town who you gave a detailed description of your family background to. Somehow, the rumours that the girls who forced you into conversation never made it outside of their circle, but at some point the truth about your relationship with the Gilmore girls was spread around town, as you assumed would happen at some point. 
Still, no one minded that much, and found that your closeness to Rory and Lorelai meant that you were close to everyone in Stars Hollow. The welcoming warmth and sense of community was something that you had never felt in Hartford. 
Jess, of course, found it annoying, but you liked to tease him about it, and you knew he meant well. No one else seemed to want to care about him like you did, like Luke did. Including Lorelai, who was less than pleased that you chose to befriend him out of all the other supposedly stand-up kids in town. 
It wasn’t uncommon for you to have Jess over while Lorelai and Rory went to Hartford for Friday night dinners. In fact, it was what you had in mind for your plans as you watched the mother-daughter duo scramble around the house to get ready. 
Rory was, as usual, ready to leave exceptionally early, and had bid you a cheerful goodbye as she headed out to the car to wait for her mom, who was marching her way down the stairs while struggling to put in earrings. 
Lorelai caught sight of you on the couch, curled up and channel surfing, and smiled. “So, what are your plans for tonight? Partying hard, I hope. Remember my rule, no bikers and no drugs past 8pm.”
“Funny, Lorelai,” you smiled, craning your neck to look at her as she shoved items from the side table into her purse. “I’ll probably just order in and call Jess. He’s never doing anything on Fridays, and it’s better than being alone all night.” 
Your sister paused in the hallway, fidgeting movements indicating that she was contemplating something. 
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
Lorelai turned fully, and took a few tentative steps toward you. Her iconic awkwardly polite smile stretched across her features, and you looked her up and down. “Why do you hang out with Jess so much? Sweetie, I mean, you’ve gotta see how bad of an influence he is.” 
“He’s not a bad influence, Lor. If anything, I’m being a good influence on him.” You said, sitting up straighter, leaning on the arm of the couch to properly face your sister. “Besides, he’s nice. He just doesn’t like a lot of other people in town.” 
“So you’re trying to tell me that he’s nice to everyone but you?”
“Yes, and I don’t exactly see what’s wrong with that.” 
“Well, hon, I mean, don’t you think that maybe that’s a little, I dunno, odd?” Lorelai suggested, her fluster clearly underlining her tone. 
You shrugged. “I don’t think so, no. He’s my best friend.” 
“Yes, I know that, but-” Lorelai tapped her foot, trying to find the right words to say. “I think you’re spending too much time with him, Y/n, and I just think it’s gonna end up with you getting hurt somehow.” 
“Hurt?” You scoffed. “Lorelai, how in the world would Jess be able to hurt me?”
Lorelai sighed, stepping closer to you. “I think you like him, Y/n. I think you have a crush on him, and I don’t think he likes you back. I just don’t want you to do anything and then end up being heartbroken and losing Jess as a friend.” 
You? Having feelings for Jess? It was something you could barely wrap your mind around. Lorelai’s accusations, even if out of some sort of motherly-type concern, were out of line. There was no way you liked Jess like that, right? And besides, even if you did, she didn’t have the right to try to stop you from doing or not doing anything about it. 
“Why are you so concerned about this all of a sudden?” You asked, furrowing your brow. “I mean, I’ve been hanging out with Jess one on one for a while, it’s not like all of a sudden I’ll catch feelings for him or something.”
“I understand that, but I’m saying that it seems like you caught feelings a while ago, Y/n.” Lorelai said, exasperation clear in the speed at which she was talking. 
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Why won’t she just drop it? “I’ve got it handled, Lorelai, please, just leave it be and go to dinner. You’re gonna be late, and you know how much mom hates that. Especially when you’re late.”
Lorelai scoffed. “I have plenty of time before we have to go. Now will you please tell me why you have such an attitude about this? I’m just trying to look out for you. Jess isn’t good for you, and I just want to-” 
“I get that Lorelai but I don’t need you to.” You snapped, swiftly getting to your feet. “I don’t need you to protect me, or look out for my best interest, or be motherly toward me. I get that you’re trying to make up for the fact that you couldn’t protect me as a kid and I ended up getting kicked out or whatever, but you’re not my mother.” Your blood was boiling. You didn’t know why, but it seemed that something within you just… snapped. “I don’t need you, Lorelai.” Your words pierced Lorelai’s heart with every bit of enunciation you placed on them. 
“And it doesn’t matter what kind of influence Jess is on me, because our mother made sure to ruin me beforehand. You of all people should understand that.” 
Lorelai stood, shocked at your outburst. She’d never seen more of herself in someone before, and still, she was heartbroken. Tears brimmed her eyes as she realized that, despite what you just said was more than likely teenage hormones kicking into gear, it was the truth. She tried, as hard as she could, to protect you as a kid. Harder than she tried to get herself out of that house. But she failed, because Rory came first, always. You didn’t need her anymore, not to raise or protect you. 
“You’re right,” Lorelai nodded, clearing her throat before blinking away her tears. “You’re too grown up to need me anymore. I just… wanted to make sure you knew I cared. That I was worried. But you don’t need me, so go ahead and make whatever decisions you want to. It’s not on me.” 
You watched Lorelai turn and walk out of the house, the door rattling the house as it swung shut. And suddenly, the silence pressed in on you, weighted with the realization of what you’d just done. Months of trying desperately to repair your relationship with Lorelai, of further building your relationship with Rory, only to have it torn down in seconds by your stupid teenage denial and anger. 
The weight of your actions came crashing down, and soon you were sitting back on the couch, sobbing into your hands. 
You don’t know how long you spent stuck in that spot until the house rattled again, and Jess was calling out to you, telling you what he forced Luke to make for the both of you to eat during your hangout tonight. 
Jess barely heard you crying on the couch until the food was on the table and he turned to find you there, back to him, curled into yourself as you sobbed. His voice faded instantly, his legs making long, quick strides in order to reach you as fast as he could. Jess’ mind was a flurry of confusion and worry - you sounded fine when he called you an hour ago. 
As soon as you were within reach, Jess’ hand gripped your shoulder, refusing to let himself lose the grasp he had on you even after he manoeuvred himself to sit next to you. He shuffled as close as he could get, and it was those movements that forced your head up from where it rested on your knees, enclosed by your arms wrapping around your legs. 
“Hey,” he said, trying his best to soothe you, but Jess wasn’t one to do that sort of thing often. “What’s wrong?”
“I am,” you croaked, followed by a sniffle and a shaking breath. “I’m so stupid, Jess.” 
Jess’ hand moved down your shoulder, until it squeezed your forearm comfortingly. “No, you’re not. And you’re obviously not okay. Tell me what happened.” 
As soon as the words left his mouth, you shook your head. Telling Jess that you argued with Lorelai over him would just make things worse with her, and telling him it was about your feelings for him would ruin things altogether.
“I can’t.” You said quietly. “It’s nothing you need to worry about, okay, Jess? I was just stupid and it’s my fault, I don’t wanna drag you into this.”
“No, I do have to worry about it, Y/n.” Jess said, his words firm. You could see his brows furrowing, eyes darkening. His emotions were brewing, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop it. “You’re my best friend. Hell, you’re my only friend, and I don’t know how you managed to do it, but I care about you. I actually care about someone for once in my life, and it’s you. So tell me what happened, drag me into it, because I… I care.” 
You couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. Sniffling once again, you moved yourself to wipe some tears from your cheeks and put your hand on top of the hand Jess laid on your forearm. You stared at your hands and soaked in his warmth as you spoke. “It was Lorelai, we fought and-”
“Of course it was,” Jess scoffed.
You rolled your eyes. “Jess, just let me-” 
“No, she always has something to say about- about everything.” He said.
“Let me finish, please.” When Jess didn’t speak again, you continued. “I told her you and I were gonna hang out for the night and she sort of… well, she mentioned a few things and I got angry and we fought. I was an idiot and I yelled at her for trying to be my mother because she didn’t protect me as a kid and it just… it was a disaster.” 
Jess scoffed again, pulling his hand back and scrubbing his face, leaning into the couch. “Of course, she had to say something about you being with me. What, does she think we’re gonna rob a bank as a fun casual activity? I mean, seriously, she’s had it out for me since day one.”
You leaned forward, re-initiating the touch by resting your arm on his shoulder, your hand just barely grazing the back of his neck. “She doesn’t think we’re good for each other. At all. But she’s wrong, I know she is.” 
“Me too,” Jess sighed, looking over at you. 
The silence that filled the space between you, and your stomach was churning. Lorelai’s words came back to you, and as much as you didn’t want her in your head right now, you knew, deep down, that what she’d said about your feelings for Jess were true. 
Before you could stop yourself, you pulled away and the words came tumbling out, awkward and choppy and full of anxiety. “She was right about one thing, though.” 
Again, Jess scoffed an almost playful smirk lifting the corners of his lips. “Oh yeah, and what was that?”
“That I… have feelings for you.” You said, following it with an awkward and bashful smile. It was now or never, you supposed. “I mean, I didn’t even realize it until just now so don’t yell at me for keeping it a secret or something but she is right. You’re the only other person besides her and Rory and Luke that I care about and even then I care more about you than them and all I almost ever think or talk about is you and it sucks and I don’t want to keep it to myself. If you don’t want to be friends anymore I understand because it’s weird to have a friend who has feelings for you, trust me, so you can just leave now if you want-”
Jess’ lips crashing onto your own cut off the breathless ramble you had found yourself in. Your brain nearly completely shut down, complete peace silencing all the anxious thoughts in your head as you closed your eyes. By the time you registered that you needed to kiss back, Jess was pulling away, but you refused to let the moment end. He barely made it inches away before you were chasing his lips, placing a hand on his jaw to guide him back to you. 
The kiss was simple, but it was as if it sparked something within you, and every nerve in your body felt the emotion within you. You never imagined you’d be kissing a guy like Jess. Hell, you never imagined you’d find someone like him, someone so damn near perfect for you, in your lifetime. But you did, and he was kissing you, and you couldn’t give a damn about what anyone else would think when they found out. Because right now, it was just you and Jess, and no one else knew, and things were almost perfect, and that was what was important. 
You’d fix things with Lorelai tomorrow, and you weren’t sure you’d ever truly fix things with your parents; one day you’d try, just not yet. But for right now, all that mattered was yourself and Jess.
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Private Confession
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A shy sister decides to walk into the confessional to relieve some weight on her shoulders, she needs to confess the filthy dreams she has been having with the image of her Papa Emeritus the Third and take some guilt off , what she doesn't know it's that Papa himself is taking the confessions today.
Word Count : 4300 words.
Warnings: Smut with plot basically.+18 NSFW Oral Sex (male on female) Unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of praise kink, a dash of Dom!Terzo, a bit of corruption kink he just want to break her mind and shit. Y/N is used, some broken Italian that I took from Google translate sorry if it sucks. Minors DNI. All the pictures were found on Pinterest I just edited them so credits who made them. No betad. today I die like a woman (?).
The cute dividers that I used this time belong to @firefly-graphics 💕
A.N : I promised this a couple of days ago but I never thought that it will be that long, again I just got carried on. The fires are still burning near my city, everything was covered in ashes and smoke so I just locked myself in my home and spent all day writing and playing monster hunter on the switch. I hope you enjoy this filthy piece of work. Take care, drink water, eat your three meals and hug your loved ones. 💕
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She was nervous, the last time she confessed to a member of the clergy was years ago, and she wasn't sure if it was ok for her to confess her latest dreams with the new Papa of the church. Papa Emeritus the Third was like a breath of fresh air into the Rituals, he was too charming, too charismatic, too flamboyant. And it was magnetic, since the first ritual she felt pulled to him not being able to keep her eyes out of him during performance, the purple gowns, the modals, the way that he moved and walked on the stage. It was even worse in church and the abbey, the way that he talked with the sisters, and walked around winking his eyes and smiling. That's when she couldn't even look in his direction. After a few months of this martyrdom she began to have the most unholy thoughts of the man in the sheets of her bed, most of the time giving herself pleasure in the process. She felt guilty, he was on another level completely away from her own level in the clergy, she shouldn't be having those lustful dreams with him! So she decided that the best thing she could do about it was going to confess, get the weight off her chest and get some advice in a more private scenario. She greeted without entering the little space of the confessional waiting for the clergyman permission
—Come in, sister. Please.
—Thank you Cardinal...
And the men inside the other side.of the confessional tensed, he was no Cardinal. He was Papa himself, the change in "title" shook him a bit, it had been a long time since someone referred to him as cardinal.
Terzo found himself bored in the abbey so he changed his place at the confessional with Cardinal Copia, he was one of his closest friends in the church so he was always down to help him, after the last ritual he ended up with a raspy deeper voice because his over exigence and that helped him to mask his identity behind the confessional. He wanted to talk to other people, he was tired of only talking to the upper clergy most of the times, he wanted to talk with anyone else besides Imperator and his dad
—What's your name, little lamb?...
— It's y/n , Sister y/n. —He smiled trying to get a look at her to confirm his suspicions, but he was sure that he knew her. She was the soft lamb that always seemed to shiver around him, but was always at the rituals supporting the Ghost Project. She was particularly interesting to him, she seemed to change every time he went on stage, her eyes fixated on him more than any other sister or brother at the rituals. So he was aware of her existence and presence in the church.
— Tell me Sister y/n ... why are you here? What is the thing that lingers in your mind? The burden that you charge...
She didn't recognize the voice...It was not the Cardinal , but she couldn't quite guess, it sounded a bit raspy
— Sister, are you okay? It's okay, this is a private moment, a moment of trust. I'm not going to judge you.
She felt the guilt and the shame in her head but he was right. It was just a confession and besides he was there to help her and not judge her. And most probably he didn't even know who she was.
— I have dirty thoughts... sinful and dirty dreams every night...
— And why do you think it is wrong to have sinful dreams my dear?
— It's not because of the dreams....It's about who I am dreaming in those dreams..
—Why do you feel bad about dreaming with this person?..
—Because he is our excellency, our guide in this place...I'm having dreams with...—She took a breath and let out a sight before saying it. — I'm having dreams with our new Papa. Really nasty and naughty dreams...
Terzo was amused, this cute sister was having dirty dreams with him? How could he be mad?
— Sister, what kind of dreams? Why are they naughty?....You mean sex dreams?...
—Y-Yeah....they begin always the same, Me and Papa talking after a ritual on his back stage...and then I gave him a shoulder massage to ease his tense muscles and...we ended up fucking. It's always the same and...I feel that is wrong! How could I dream such dirty things with someone that I admire...
— Sister....you like what Papa does to you in the dreams?..
— Y-Yes....he feels so good...the way he kisses me, and rubs me, and soothes my skin with his hands, and move me like I was a doll on top of him...
— So, do you desire your dream to become true?
She stood in silence for a moment. She really wanted that dream to become true? Or she just wanted to leave it as part of her dirty imagination?
—...I don't know....he would never look at me in that way! It's almost impossible...
— That is not an answer, little lamb...
— I'm sorry ...I would like to be true ...but I know that it's almost impossible.
— Ah little lamb...who says that dreams do not come true?...—Terzo laughed a bit leaving his spot inside the confessional and opening the door of the side in which she was seated.
She looked at him in utter disbelief, she just confessed to Papa himself that she was having sex dreams about him! . But Terzo did not look angry, he had this flirty expression, that arrogant and sly smirk in his face looking down on her. He grabbed her chin with his fingers and made her look up to him as she was trying to not look him in the eyes.
— What's wrong sorella...are you ashamed that I heard your secret?...—He caressed the skin of her cheek with his thumb slowly, without looking her right in her eyes. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes had this glisten in them, her expression was a mix of fear and excitement.
—P-Papa I'm ...I'm so sorry....
—Don't be sorella....do you think I'm mad at you? I'm amused....you who always shiver when I go near you, you who are always so supporting during Mass or in the rituals...all of this time living with the burden of those dirty dreams with me...Poor thing...did you get your relief after those dreams? You were touching yourself thinking about me?.....
She felt her thighs clench together, her chest was on fire. Her breathing stopped for a moment before answering
— Yes Papa....
—Don't worry my sweet sorella...I know this place is too small for you to enjoy...-He let go of her chin and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the confessional — Follow me...we are going to have a extended talk about your dreams....If you are really repented you are going to show me how did you pleasure yourself.
He dragged her to his room, she felt lightheaded. She sure was having a dream again, because none of this could be part of reality. She was being dragged to Papa Emeritus the Third room to "show remorse" and "talk" about her sin.
He opened the door and guided her into his chamber, seating her on the bed. The luxurious deep purple bed sheets, the soft cushions and mattress, the smell of roses and leather. Everything felt too dreamy to be true. She sat there, waiting for him to say something, waiting for her to wake up from her dream.
—Sorella...tell me...how did you touch yourself?
— I...I....
—Don't be afraid little lamb...we are not going to do anything that you don't want to...but I want to know how did you treated yourself...So I can know where to start your penitence, and don't worry about the old hag...This is our secret of confession ...Now my dear sorella....—He took a seat in front of her, not before removing part of his "working clothes''. He just had a white silky shirt and his black tight pants left as he sat in front of her— Show me, how you enjoy yourself after dreaming with me...
Her pulse was completely messed up, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her eardrum. Her legs spread slowly, shyly she took one of her hands and lifted her skirt showing her red lace underwear.
He felt his cock twitch inside his pants, who would have thought that the shy sister used such sexy lingerie? He was delighted, her soft and embarrassed expression contrasted so well with the sexy red lace between her legs, he could even see the dark spot where she leaked her fluids, he swore that he could smell her in the air.
— Take those off and give them to me...
— Yes papa....—She slid them down her legs and handed them to him, she couldn't do anything more but obey him. She opened her legs once more, but this time showing her exposed core to him, her folds were coated and slick with her fluids, she froze for a bit looking at the darkened and lustful expression in Papa eyes.
— Please continue...show me more, I want to see you give pleasure to that perfect pussy of yours...—He licked his lips, he wanted to go down on her and lick her fluids while fingering but he knew that if he waited the reward was going to be much better.
—.....Y-Yes....Mnhg...— A whimper left her lips as soon as she brushed her clit with the tip of her fingers. She was so sensitive already, she felt her insides twitch wanting something inside to fill them. She gave her clit slow grazes and applying some pressure, his middle finger slid slowly between her folds tempting the entrance of her hole for a bit before pushing it inside. She moaned and cursed herself on her inside for the embarrassing sounds coming out of her mouth. Her free hand was on her right nipple, pulling and pinching the button sending shivers down her spine directly to her pussy.
He was stroking lazily his cock under his pants, the show she was putting for him was completely outstanding. The way she moaned, how her hips moved looking for more contact with her hand. How she squirmed and giggled at the pleasure. He wanted more of her.
— Keep going....show me more, I want to see you fully sister.,..come on, obey your Papa..
— mnhg...ah! No...Papa per favore...
— Oh my little sorella....you know Italian huh? ...—He positioned between her legs, standing over her looking at her trembling body — la mia tentazione dolce e peccaminosa, così bella, solo per me, vero?....—He leaned on her just a bit, touching her face and caressing her skin, looking at her glistening eyes, waiting for an answer — Vero?...
— S-Sí....just for you....
He felt his cock pressing so hard against his pants just by hearing her. It was all the confirmation he needed to make his move. He dragged her to the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of her, taking an intense look at the wonder in front of him.
— Sorella....we are not going to do anything that you don't want, I need you to say it, say that this is what you want....—There was a deep growl inside him trapped, her smell was driving him nuts, she was so wet that it dripped down her ass to his bed , directly into his velvet bedspread leaving a wet spot that grew by the minute.
— Papa please....I want you!.I need you!...are those dirty thoughts enough proof for you?....I desperately need you....—She whimpered and moaned, she was so needy of him. Her sweet and shy demeanor was long gone, she needed him, she wanted to indulge in the sin of Papa Emeritus the Third and never be the same again.
— Lucifero per favore, fammi godere per sempre di questo piacere peccaminoso....—He looked at her, his eyes completely darkened by lust, he began placing small kisses along her thighs, getting closer and closer to her wet impatient core, he spread her folds with his fingers to leave her clit exposed to him, he blew a bit of cold air and she moaned by the feeling.
After a sly smirk he got closer and closer
— Thanks dark lord for this delicious meal....—He gave a long lick to her clit down his folds before completely attacking her clit. Sucking slowly and moving his tongue over the sensitive bud. His hands left to her thighs caressing and tracing the skin with the claws of his gloves, her moans sounded like the most delicious choir of sweets sounds.
She was losing slowly her contact with reality, she had never felt something like this before, she had been with boys during her teenage and young adult era, but nothing like this, nothing like the sinful dexterity of Papa's tongue, the feeling of his leather gloves and claws along her thighs as she moved her hips looking for more contact ,her hands playing with her nipples pulling them every time he gave a long lick.
He felt how she was melting under him. He took his gloves off and carefully placed one of his fingers at the entrance of her pussy, pressing slowly letting her suck him inside. She was so wet that his finger slipped inside easily, but she felt tight around it at the same time. He moved one finger and then added another one, spreading her insides preparing her for him.
— Don't try to muffle your voice, my little songbird....—He moved his fingers slightly up inside her, touching that rugged spot over and over — I want you moaning my name...say it....
— Papa....Mngh papa, please made me cum....
— No no....not papa....—He finally released his erection from his pants and underwear , he kept moving his fingers inside her, brushing her clit with the palm of his hand every time he pushed into her, and with his other hand he was stroking himself.
She was about to climax on his fingers, she needed to release the pressure in her belly, she needed to let loose the coil that was about to snap. She moved her hips wanting more. She couldn't say his name, she was going to burst if she heard herself saying his name, no not papa, Terzo.
—Say it...or else I will not let you come, how about that? Enough motivation for you...puttana?....
She whimpered and moan obscenely at the nickname, her hips jerking from the bed moaning out loud his name
— T-Terzo! Terzo please! I need to....I want to...
—....You little filthy sister....—He positioned himself between her legs and without much warning he pushed inside, gasping and moaning deeply at the feeling, she felt the most blasphemous pleasure in the world.
Something inside her snapped after his thrust, her whole body felt like wildfire and she could swear that she was seeing stars and glistens all over the place, with the last part of her coherence she moved his arms towards him, looking for more of his touch, she wanted to feel him completely. He kept thrusting into her while taking of his shirt, he leaned over her and kissed her, her lips were soft and plump, as they kissed her moans got trapped in her throat and left only as breathy whimpers as he moved his hips and his bodies became one sweaty wet mess.
— I can feel you squeezing me so good....such a good girl for your Papa...—He bit her neck leaving marks all over the skin, she scratched the skin on his back and pectorals, she looked at him completely lost in her lustful dream that came true , adoring his expression, his passion and the delicious way in which he was devoted to give her pleasure.
For him, she was a devil that came from hell to make him lust over and over. He already had many affairs under his sleeve, but no one of those compared to the sinful sweet adoration of the sister. Her body seemed to perfectly fit with his, the way her legs hugged his hips, how her breast moved hypnotizing him, the delicious tightness and the way his name sounded on her lips. He wanted more of her, he wanted her for him and only him, this egoist desire of consuming her, of corrupt all if her shyness and all of her politeness into a pure lustfull mess, a fuck doll , a slut just for him.
He stopped for a bit to lift her legs over his shoulders and letting one of his hands wander from her tits to his neck and to his face, drawing the shape of her lips with his finger, looking at her and licking his lips at the sight, she licked the tip of his finger and he slide his thumb on her mouth. She began to suck desperately, her glossy eyes dropping tears of pleasure as he rolled his hips so deliciously over her, her insides twitched with anticipation of a climax that was already there. She was sure she scratched so hard that he bled a bit, but the pain turned him even more. He helped her ride her orgasm and lowered the pace of his thrusts for a minute.
—How was that dolcezza?....—He grabbed her by the waist and placed a pillow under her back for extra support and then proceeded to give her sweet kisses helping her ride the last waves of her orgasm before keep going further. — Are you okay?
— More....—She looked at him blushed, slightly drooling. Pupils fully dilated by pleasure, sweaty and still gasping for air but begging for more. "Such a good girl "terzo thought admiring the sight in front of him , but he needed to make sure she was okay, because after her approval he was going to go full feral on her.
— First, are you okay? Nothing hurts?....I plan to make love to you all afternoon and then at night if you are still needy give you some more but I need to know if you are well...—He brushed some strains of hair out of her forehead and caressed her cheek.
— I'm okay....I want more. Please....
— Mnn...I'm not sure if you are well...—He smiled devilishly moving his hips with one hard thrust — You seem quite agitated and...—He thrusted again — you look too red...—Once again another thrust — and you are gasping for air...
— Mnh...p-please ....ah! Don't....don't tease me....I ...I want more...
— And are you sure that you could...—His thrust were slow but hard and deep, he took his subtle time between thrusts just to make her squirm underneath him —.... take it?..
— I'm sure! I just....please fuck me! I want to feel your cum inside of me!
— Mngh....fucking hell y/n....you filthy puttana...want more of your Papa?....—He lifted her in his arms and sat on the bed with her on top but with her back pressed against his chest , he had her hold by the thighs with the rest of her legs clinging in the air. — Then take me....
After this sentence he began thrusting into her making her almost jump in his lap, her moans were obscene and loud, the wet slapping sound echoed in the room mixed with the moans of them both. His nails dig into her soft skin , her neck and back as his full disposition to bite and kiss , leaving marks all over her skin. He was close, he could feel the tightness in his abdomen. He dropped one of her legs and lowered his hand to her clit pressing and making circles over it as he thrusted, she squirmed and moaned his name over and over.
— Mnhg...y/n I'm...I'm close....you want it inside huh?....You filthy whore....so dumb fucked by your Papa...this is what you dreamed of isn't it?...mnhg! Ah! Fucking Satanás! ...
His hips moved faster and harder searching for his climax , but he couldn't indulge until she came at least one time more.
— Mmngh terzo! Together please....I want to come with you Papa! ...I want to be your personal..ah! Fuck toy! ...
— You sure are a bag of surprises sister...— His gasp and moans reverb on her ear, the praises and filthy remarks made her even closer, with only two thrusts more she came undone over him, squirting hard and wetting his bed, sofa and floor. He felt like he was melting in the caldrons of hell with her, he came with a loud and deep growl thrusting some more before collapsing in the bed with her underneath him. He pulled it off and watched as his cum leaked from her, this filled him with pride, looking at her so disheveled on his bed.
— mnhg...ah....don't leave...
— I'm not leaving....—He brushed some strains of hair out of her face and gave her a sweet peck on the lips as she turned around to be face up on the bed— but I need to prepare something...wait a minute dolce...
He went to his bathroom and prepared the tub for her, he took her in his arms slowly and carefully before letting her down slowly in the warm water. She was dozing a bit.
— You will stay here in my chambers today, and tonight you will make me company at the mass and ritual, then right back here with me si?...
— But...papa....—As she came down from her high the weight of reality became real, she knew that this will probably be a one time thing and she needed to get back to her chores— Sister Imperator is going to punish me if I do not finish my chores...
— It will be arranged as soon as we leave the tub, sí dolce?...—He entered the tub with her and she cuddled instantly on his chest, such a cute sight...
— Are you sure Papa?...
— I'm sure...and do not call me papa when we are alone si? Just terzo...Don't worry about the old hag , she is going on a trip with the old man and my brothers, we are going to be alone all week...Just me and the Cardinale, and of course you in my office all day wearing your cute dresses just for me...—He nuzzled her hair messing with her....
— Oh...I thought that...you know...I was going to be your one day off and stuff...—She looked up at him and he melted again, so innocent and yet so filthy, who would think that about her? He needed to thank his dear Amico later for letting him get in the confessional, maybe she would never had approached him otherwise, and yes , maybe he wouldn't done either . He was glad that Satan put her in his path.
— I know about my reputation sister...
—Just...y/n is fine if I can call you Terzo...just between us ...
— Well...y/n I know about my reputation but that's mostly a ...eh....it's part of the job...and I know that i have my fair share of affairs with a lot of sisters but no more than Secondo did or even Primo in his "prime" — He joke about his lame joke to ease some of her tension — You are right in be suspicious but I'm being honest...I want you for me as long as you are right with it , maybe we could get to know more about each other...I'm a bit tired of the running around with the sisters if I'm honest I'm bored about everything this days that's why I asked Copia...I mean, Cardinal Copia the favor of being on the confessional and that lead me to you, I will take it as a signal from our dark lord..
— So...you are asking me out?...—She smiled, it wasn't a dream right? — I'm not dreaming of this? Please tell me that I'm not..
— You are not ....— He laughed before pinning her slowly against the marble of the bath — But I'm going to make you feel like you are walking on air after this....—He laughed a bit at her expression of sudden lust and hunger— So eager....another round then?...
She used his weight in her favor and the slick of the water and turned around this time pinning him, he felt his dick bounce to his abdomen as soon as she was over him and her tits hanging in front of his face. She rocked her hips back and forth slowly over his cock
— Another round then ....—She took a deep breath and let him slide inside of her in one seat — Mnhg!...fuck...why it's so big?...mgnh....
— Mgnh...y/n ...so eager....—He bit his lip and grabbed her hips to give her more support, she moved wonderfully. She looked like a dark goddess of lust over him. His breast moving up and down with her, tempting him to bite and lick every piece of skin on them and so he did, he trapped one of her nipples between his lips sucking and biting, his hands traveled from her hips to his ass, squeezing and slapping her precious butt cheeks.
— Mnhg...Terzo....—She put her arms on his shoulders for support and started to move harder and faster, moaning his name over and over. The echo in the bathroom made her sound like a choir of devilish succubus filled with pure and primal desire. Her whole body was invested in giving him the biggest pleasure as a way to retrieve the pleasure that he gave her, the way she moved and breathed, how she moaned his name, how the tightness inside her felt. He felt his whole body sensitive, the way the warm water soothes his skin while being in the hot embrace of that marvelous woman on top of him, he moaned her name as a prayer. His wet hair falling on his face, her hair dropping over his shoulder everytime she moved, the heat of both bodies becoming one through the ritual of pleasure and lust.
— Mnhg! Fuck....y/n I'm not....mgnh...you are too...mgnh... damn hot ...I want to feel you more...ah la mia dolce puttana...così buona per me, così desiderosa del mio sperma....
— Sí Terzo please! Fill me with your cum...I'm getting closer...mgnh I want to come all over your dick...
— Mgnh...Sí dolce ... everything that you desire my sweet little devil....—He grabbed her hips, thrusting hard and fast over and over until she came with a high pitched moan. He came shortly after, filling her again with her cum..
— Mnhg ...ah!...don't ...move....—He smiled a bit — Too...sensitive....
— Oh...let me just ...—He plopped out of her and lifted her slowly.
— Mnhhh.....—She cuddles with him again. Caressing his chest and brushing his chest hair slowly. Giving kisses on his shoulder and chest.
— You are so cuddly...—He sighed in relaxation— so warm...
— You...don't like it?....—She asked a but worried of being too much all of the sudden.
— I love it....—He kissed her over and over, making her blush. — Let's get out of here and shower, I will make a ghoul go for some clothes for you and then you can sleep a bit on my bed while I take care of some duties...Don't worry about a thing of your chores, it's all ready....now, let's get cleaned up si princesa?...
They showered and rested on his bed, she fell asleep quickly, he brought his paperwork to his chamber and worked on his desk while watching her sleep, he was sure that it was the right decision following the devil's sign that guided him to her. All of it just for a simple private confession...
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A.N : Heeeey! I hope that you enjoyed it, I was in the mood for a filthy sexy smut with our slutty Papa but I could keep the fluff away, I like fluff. If you have comments suggestions or want me to write something specific you can comment something down below or leave and question on the ask me page. 💕 thanks again for reading and I hope you have a great day/night/afternoon etc. 💕
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Ultimatum | Part three
Summary: You give Charles an ultimatum. His apartment or you.  
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You decided to leave Monaco. You can’t take all the pressure your friends put on you to talk to Charles. You don’t want to see him, talk or even think of him. That’s why you left. Your maternal grandmother has a house in the South West of France. Away from all the hustle and bustle of Monaco and away from him. You never talk about the existence of this house to anyone, so you hope to find calm and serenity there.
You rushed out during the night with two large suitcases, several travel bags and all the necessary documents for your extended stay there. You drove all night, and it was only at sunrise that you reached the house. It’s a small country house on the border with Spain. The smell of the Atlantic Ocean has always done you good, and returning to the holiday home of your childhood allows memories to resurface.
Charles came back from Paris. He tried to get in touch with you, but you blocked all communication with him. In fact, you blocked his entire family and any relative who could give him any kind of information. After the video, you didn’t know what to think or say. But you promise yourself that you won't fall for his stupid game again. 
You spend the night after you see the video arguing with him.
“What did I do to you? What did I do to you?” You yell at him on the phone. 
“Nothing.” He says, defeated. 
“D’accord, donc t’es une merde!” You assert by cutting communication. Okay, so you’re a piece of shit.
Your seven-month-old tummy keeps you from fixing the house as you wish, but you make a mental note to get there. You don’t want to contact anyone because you don’t want to tell Charles. You blame yourself for cutting him out of your life this way, but he hurt you, and you don’t want your baby to be born in this atmosphere.
You want a loving and welcoming home for that little being you’ve been keeping warm all this time.
“You’re going to be so loved, baby, even if dad an asshole. I am going to make sure you have the best life.” 
He found out you were leaving only hours after you left. The janitor brought him into the building after hearing him bellowing for about 20 minutes for you to open up.
He is the one who informed Charles of your departure. You told him nothing, only that you would not return. Charles looks at him in disbelief, asking the see the apartment. He rushes inside only to find it empty of you. All your clothes, electronics, vinyl, and books are gone.
He went around several times, hoping it was a dream, a bad dream. Yet, you’re off to a good start. You made sure to leave Charles' things behind. All your photos, his clothes, jewelry, perfume, everything. 
He discovered the room you had prepared for your daughter. A beautiful room with a warm tone, neither feminine nor masculine. A perfect blend of colour and texture.
There is still the onesie you had prepared in the cradle with a small cap, tiny socks, and some comforters surrounding the bed. Tears rise in his eyes, and he bursts into tears taking the clothes in his hands.
“J’ai merdé. J’ai tellement merdé.” he cries out. I fucked up. I fucked up hard. 
Charles knows you found out about the video. It wasn’t hard to know because when he went out of the bathroom with that girl, one of your best friends was waiting for him. She’s staring at him like hell, threatening to make him miserable for making you suffer, and she yells at him to never talk to her again.
He came to your apartment that night. Looking completely distraught and determined. He knocked on your door several times before you came to open it, pissed.
"I warn you if you slam the door on me. I sleep on the doormat."
“Goodnight, then.”You slam the door violently without saying anything more.
And you left him there all night. He looked miserable the next day when Max came to dislodge him at your request. You didn’t call the police to avoid a scandal, but you didn’t want to deport him yourself.
You cried on the phone to Max so he could come and help you, knowing full well that Max would not let himself be stepped on by your boyfriend. And he pulled him out hard, forced him down the stairs and took it home. Large black pockets were present under Charles' eyes.
Christmas arrives, and Charles still has no news of you; where you are, how you are, how the baby is, nothing. Your friends don't have anything information either. Everyone is worried, and Charles is about to explode. Not knowing kills him more and more each day. And his family fills him with more and more crazy ideas.
For your part, you got your last ultrasound a few days before Christmas with a new doctor and your mom as your partner. You contacted your old doctor two weeks after you arrived. You had heartburn and pain in your lower abdomen, so he asked you what you did, and you explained briefly what happened. He advised you to rest for the rest of the pregnancy without going into too much detail. At least until the baby’s born in February.
For the holiday season, your parents came with your brother to give you a little help. To fix the house and prepare a new room for the baby. It feels good to have them near you. You missed your parents terribly.
You and your mom have been talking a lot about Charles' case, and you’re feeling more and more guilty about leaving, but ever since you got here. You feel more comfortable and less stressed. You have no desire to return to Monaco.
She, however, advised you to contact him. Tell him that you are well and that the baby is too because, after all, he is the father. You were frustrated with her words, but you knew deep down that she was right.
You didn’t find the courage to unblock his contact, but you still sent a message to his assistant, telling her that you were fine and the baby was fine too. You didn’t add anything more. Only you don’t want to see him anymore and need to think.
A little embarrassed you couldn’t talk to him, but you wanted to hurt him like he hurt you.
It was only on the morning of Christmas Eve, the 24th, that you received a notification from your lawyer.
To be continued... 
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Look Away
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Look Away universe - masterlist
Pairing: married!sugar daddy!Jake x AFAB!reader (no use of Y/N)
Summary: you and Jake enjoy an afternoon in his private yacht, and he has a surprise that could change the nature of your clandestine relationship.
Notes: first things first - I am so, so sorry that it took me so long to get this one done. I got sidetracked, then I spent way too much time writing snippets of their relationship prior to when this fic takes place (why????), then I lost all inspiration for a while, life happened, and it wasn't until a few days ago that I felt I could give it another shot.
Unfortunately I have never been in a yacht, and although Google probably now thinks I'm looking to buy one, I am sure there are nautical inaccuracies. Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn because the yacht is hardly the focus here. This fic is intentionally vague about Jake's occupation - all you need to know is that he's filthy rich.
Special thanks to @writercole for a) pushing me to write this and then b) looking over it to make sure it wasn't complete trash; @kryptonitejelly for freaking out with me over Jake's wedding ring; @formationlaps for putting up with me even though, as she would say, she doesn't even go here
Warnings: 18+ only. Infidelity (not implied, very much in your face, open acts of infidelity), mentions of a failed marriage, (sort of) public sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, breath play, praise kink, daddy kink, object kink, extensive use of pet names, I think that's it?
Word count: 3K
I gotta say I'm in the mood for a little bit more of that
I mean, I'm saying what kind of deal, just two days?
I need me at least 'bout four of them, more of them
more you on me, on us
(the weekend, SZA)
You like what you see in the immaculate mirror. The bags and wrapping paper scattered on the bed tell the story of how Jake has dressed you from head to toe. Well... perhaps "dressed" isn't the right word, but still. Designer everything: sunglasses, earrings and rings on every other finger, two-piece bathing suit, flowy oversized shirt, high heel sandals which may be a bit impractical given you're in a yacht. But then again, he always says your ass looks amazing when you wear high heels, and if that's what it takes for him to keep coming back to you, you'll sleep in them if you have to.
You make your way to the upper deck, and it only takes you a few steps to see Jake sitting there on the sun deck. Manspreading as he's wont to do, tanned face kissed by the Spanish sun that's reflecting off his aviator sunglasses, long-ish strawberry blond hair tousled by the breeze, scruffy beard that's more than a few days old. He’s unbuttoned his shirt almost all the way down, cigar in one hand, drink in the other. You decide right then and there that you prefer him like this: relaxed, a little unkempt, so different from the Jake you met many months ago as you worked the bar of an upscale restaurant in San Diego.
There's no shame in admitting that he had you the moment he walked in. How could it be any different? He was the most handsome man you'd ever met, and as he sat across from you to have a drink while he waited for someone, dazzling in his perfectly cut suit, styled hair and expensive watch, you realized it was very easy to get lost in his gemstone green eyes. A few charming words were exchanged, and you realized it was very easy to get lost in him too.
You can't, a shiny, gold wedding ring on his left hand yelled at you. You couldn't. And yet, you did.
What started with one heated clandestine encounter turned into two. And three. And counting.
What started with four-digit tips turned into him paying for your college tuition. Your rent. Sending you bags and shoes and clothes you couldn't ever have dreamed of having. A week long vacation in Spain, in his private yacht.
“You are so pretty, baby", he purrs once you reach his visual field, one arm reaching out to pull you closer and you oblige, his soft beard brushing over your stomach as he breathes you in, your fingers carding through his damp hair. "Smell so good too."
"All for you."
"Is it now?", he asks, voice dropping an octave, planting soft kisses down the side of your waist and you giggle.
It feels a bit odd, being literally out in the open with him. This is not how you do it. Your relationship is confined to the walls of hotel rooms, where your secret should be safe, where no one can see you, where no one even knows your name because he makes you check in with a fake ID which he got for you. There are no walls now, it feels like the wind is blowing those secrets away and you feel lighter. It's just you and him and the vastness of the ocean.
"Let me see you", he orders; you shimmy the linen shirt off your shoulders before going for a playful twirl to the sound of the soft lounge music that's coming out of a speaker somewhere. When you turn back around, he's placing his drink on the seat beside him. There's something about him today - the way he let you sleep in after you'd gotten in late last night, and then made sure your favorite dish was served for lunch; even the way he looked at you while you were preparing his drink for you before you went to change your clothes. His drink: the recipe you created just for him after you got tired of serving him a number of tequila sunrises with no orange juice.
There's something about him today that literally brings you to your knees, your head resting on his thigh. Your eyes follow as he brings the cigar to his lips, draws in one long puff which dwells in his mouth for a moment before he blows out thick, white smoke. His other hand reaches out to remove your sunglasses and place them close to his glass, before moving back to caress your face. The movement makes his wedding ring glisten as it catches a flicker of sunlight. It was your very own scourge. It's there to punish you, to brand you as the cold metal touches your cheek, a constant reminder of the sins you're committing. You'll atone for them later, and then you'll come back for more.
“Come here, baby”, he’s cupping your cheek and you slither up his body until you’re straddling him. His warm hand never leaves your face and pulls you to him, until your lips crash.
He tastes like fire. Spicy smoke and cayenne pepper, the alcohol in his breath spreading through your mouth as his tongue glides past your teeth so he can ravage you, fingers wrapping around the back of your head as he breaks from your lips, sloppy kisses trailing down your jaw. You slide your hands under the collar of his shirt, steadying yourself by gripping on his shoulders; he nips at the exposed skin of your neck and you jolt on his lap, the hand that's still holding the cigar is now also pressing on your hip.
"Jake", you stage whisper, "someone can see us!"
It’s supposed to be a warning, but for some reason your body reads it like a dare, a surge of warmth spreading under your skin.
"So what", he dismisses you quickly with that kind of self-assured nonchalance that only truly rich people can project, tips of his fingers trailing down the edge of the bottom part of your swimsuit and you wrap your arms around him for balance. "That’s why they’re paid as much as they are."
He rests the cigar on an ashtray to his side, his lips finding the curve of your neck again, where he buries himself as his fingers finally slide down the globe of your ass, under the fabric, and you keen.
"So wet for me, fuck. You think anyone is seeing this, baby girl?", he teases you before pressing his middle finger into you. "You think anyone's watching as I'm plunging my finger into your pussy? What if I add another one, warm you up a bit?"
He does just that and you whimper, walls fluttering around his digits. If anyone asks why, you'll say that it's the pressure and the angle, and although that's true, it's not the full story. There's something else - something so depraved, you'll never say it out loud. Good thing is that you never have to, not with him. You're not sure if it's because your time with him is always so limited, or if it's just his nature, but Jake is laser focused on you when you're with him. As a result, even though you haven't been together that long, he knows you inside and out: from shoe size, to pet peeves, to the exact right buttons to push so that you're melting for him.
"You are squeezing me so- oh. You dirty, dirty girl", he coos, removing his fingers from you while his other arm wraps around you so you can lean back a bit, your hands lacing around his neck. He pushes your swimsuit to the side and you watch, slack jaw and hooded eyes, as his slick-covered fingers enter you again, agonizingly slowly.
"Look at this", he muses, as if you could ever resist the sight. "Look... at... this." He pushes them all the way to the knuckle, his wedding ring disappearing into you.
The moan that escapes your throat is as unholy as what's happening right now, your head falling back in ecstasy. The gentle sea breeze isn't strong enough to cool down the fever that's raging inside you.
"Oh fuck, that was a pretty noise. Think you can do it again for me, angel?"
"Yes", you breathe, and now you don't even need to look, the feeling of the cold metal against your burning core alone sends you into a spiral of all that's profane and forbidden and delicious, and you let out another indecent moan just for him, just because he asked you to, just because he's the only one that can bring you to the edge of insanity like this, just because all you ever want to be is his
"Good girl", he praises, earning a whimper. He's moving at his leisure, marveling at the sight just as you were, but  you're burning up so hot that what he's doing isn't nearly enough. You grind your hips, trying to catch more friction, more him.
You should have known better.
He clicks his tongue and lands a smack on your butt cheek, keeping his digits locked into you, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit. "Gettin' greedy, baby girl? What do you want?"
You want to answer, you do, but he runs a firm hand up your back until it's wrapping around your neck, curls his fingers inside you just so, twists his hand the tiniest bit and you're seized by the feeling of how ridiculously wet you are for him, how close you are to bursting.
"Tell daddy what you want."
A strained, breathless fuck passes your lips, your fingernails digging into his upper back, your forehead coming to rest on his shoulder. His skin smells wonderful as it always does, fresh and warm, tinged with a bit of smoke, and your mind races back to the many times you found comfort in his lap on the balcony of hotel rooms. The memory does nothing to stifle the feelings that are bubbling to the surface of your body.
"I want you."
"I'll need you to be a bit more specific", he says, voice so low it makes you shudder.
"Fuck, I need you to fuck me, Jake, please, just- please fuck me, I can't-", you trail off with a sob. Pathetic.
"Okay, okay, shhh, come here", he hushes, making you whimper when he removes his hand from your core. "Clean these up first, will you?"
Your lips close around his fingers and you hollow your cheeks, but in a second his fingers are replaced with his tongue invading your mouth, your own taste mixed with tequila and tobacco making your head spin.
He peels his lips off yours and sits back with his arms stretched over the back of the cushions; a contented, smug smile paints his face as you fumble with his jeans, undoing button and zipper as fast as your desperate hands can go, and finally getting to see the outline of his hard cock brings a smile to your face too. 
There’s no time to waste. You lower the waistband of his boxer briefs and watch his head drop back slightly once you wrap your hand around him.
“I'm really gonna do all the work, huh?”, you ask, half joking as it seems he has no intention of moving an inch; and when he doesn’t, you let go of him and his cock hits his stomach with a smack. “Well, if that’s the case… I may as well take care of this myself”, you say, making a motion to move away from him.
It works exactly as you predicted it would. Firm hands press down on your hips as he sits up straight.
“You’re not going anywhere, pretty girl. You’re staying right here where I want you.”
You shuffle up his lap until you're pressing down on his length, wetness seeping through the fabric of his underwear, and it's so satisfying to watch his breath hitching when your fingers trail down his chest and start undoing the last few buttons of his shirt. You push it off his shoulders and level your eyes with his. “Make me.”
A small gasp passes through your lips as his fingers suddenly graze your pussy and hook around the damp bottom of your swimsuit, pulling you closer to him until his hot lips are hovering over yours.
“Don't make me rip this."
"Why not? Too expensive?", you snicker.
"Like I fucking care", he growls, hands sliding until he finds the seam, gives it one forceful tug and you hear the fabric tearing. It slides from underneath you as he yanks it out, discards it over his shoulder, and it lands, ruined, on the railing behind him.
"Jake! I kinda liked it", you protest. He pays absolutely no mind, snakes one arm around you, pulls down the waistband of his underwear and maneuvers your body until you sink down on his cock, slow and easy, both of your heads thrown back for a moment.
"Shit, I'll buy the whole fucking brand for you.”
The power, it turns you on. It's a byproduct of his wealth, you know it and if you think about it long enough, it makes you feel guilty. Well... to be honest, that's the case of your entire relationship with him - think about it long enough and the guilt is inevitable. So you try your best not to think. Your body, though, is constantly betraying you, giving him signs here and there which Jake picks up on with unnerving ease. And so he chuckles, hands smoothing up your sides as you start rolling your hips.
"Did you just clench down on me, baby?"
"Shut up", is your meager attempt at deflecting from his question, eyes still squeezed shut, palms pressing down on his chest.
"Look at me", he commands, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck so you're left with no choice but to comply, his other hand running softly through your hair. "I'll give you anything you want, angel. Anything."
"You, Jake. That's all I want."
"You have me", he whispers, and you swear you feel him twitching inside you. He's lying - you don't have him, at least not the way you want, but if this is all you get, you will take it. As always, you'll take all the crumbs he feeds you with, until someday, perhaps, you'll be given a proper full meal.
Blunt fingertips dig into your ass. Jake pulls you up, kneads your flesh, spurs you on until you find your rhythm.
"Just like that, baby. You look so beautiful riding me like this, fuck."
Somewhere in the background Hope Sandoval is singing about how the devil makes us sin, and the devil is right there inside you, beneath you, in front of you, making you sin again but you can't be bothered with unresolved guilt.
Not now, when he's looking at you with narrow eyes, the green of his irises clearer than the ocean.
Not right now, when you purposefully drag your walls slowly along his length, a fluttering feeling buzzing through your body as you savor every inch of him.
Definitely not right now, when he pulls you in for a long, messy kiss, his tongue reminding you of what it's capable of and sending sparks right down to your core, your fingernails digging into the muscles of his back as you grind onto him, chasing and chasing and chasing. You're lost somewhere between the sea and the sky, lulled by the trip hop beat, feverish body tingling with every touch, hips bucking when his thumb rubs over your jaw because you know what's coming and it's going to end you.
"Come for daddy, angel", he whispers into your mouth as his fingers wrap around your throat and he gives it the tiniest squeeze. It's the complete surrender, the certainty that he'd never hurt you, the cold metal on your skin that tips you over the edge with a sharp gasp.
"My good girl, my good fucking girl, that's it baby, fuck you're gonna make me come if you keep squeezing me like that", he says, and you've barely come down from your high when he starts thrusting up into you, hands moving down to your waist with a brutal grip to keep you in place as he fucks you senseless, pounding and pounding until he falters, coming with a succession of the most delicious groans.
"Well", you start after catching your breath, palms slipping down his chest, "it may be that no one saw us, but I'm pretty sure someone heard that."
He scoots back up on the couch, bringing you with him so he's still inside you, and reaches for his drink.
"Like I said, that's why they're paid so generously", he says, in between sips. "Plus, soon it won't matter anyway. My divorce is going to be finalized soon."
Your head whips up so fast.
"What did you just say?"
You're sure he can see your heart pounding wildly against your rib cage. Apart from one conversation you happened to overhear, you knew nothing about his marriage. The only reason you knew his wife's name was because it flashed across his phone screen from time to time, and that was it. You didn't ask, didn't pry, didn't force your hand. He's always been the only thing that mattered.
"Yeah. Took a long time, but it should be all done by next week. After that... I'm all yours."
All yours.
The words resound through your ears and into your mind, and is it the sea that's making you dizzy?
"Are you serious?"
"I wouldn't joke with something like that, you know it."
You do know it. Your eyes lower down to where his hands are resting on your thigh.
"Can I?"
He nods.
Carefully, ceremoniously, you push the ring up his finger. There's a faint tan mark there but you know it will be gone by the time you go back to the US. The ring goes into his drink with a plop.
"I told you, angel. Anything you want."
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scar-crossedlvrs · 10 months
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can i request life with carlos and s/o after marriage with kids and stuff. kind of like a continuation from ur last drabble where he said they should get married and start a family? thanks!
Carlos Oliveira - I’ll think about it
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okokok I know this took an entire week to get to, but I'm a mess and I had so many random ideas, so please take this collection of random drabbles, snippets into what this could look like. I had so much fun writing this. Anyway, this pretty much picks up after the last drabble.
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You thought about it, and he kept asking. 
Once, twice, three times in the span of a month. Always in that same flirty tone that makes you think joking around. “C’mon, quit. Be my pretty little housewife instead.” You refuse to take him very seriously each time. Not because he’s not completely intent on it, being a man that knows exactly what he wants, but because of your own stubborn nature.
If he’s going to ask, it has to be the right way. 
It had seemed the subject had been dropped when that day came, the arguments about your job disappearing like the bruises on your abdomen. Carlos had framed the outing as a celebration of your all clear from the doctor. All of your favorite spots, the excuse of you being cooped up at home for weeks disguising his true intentions. 
You didn’t notice it, the way everything seemed to line up perfectly, the way he had tried to tame his normally unruly hair, or the uncharacteristic twinge of nervousness every time there was a pause in the conversation. It wasn’t until he was in front of you, down on one knee that the pieces fell together. 
“I want an answer this time.” Carlos has a coy smile across his lips, “Marry me.”
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You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, nerves coursing through you as you hovered in front of the mirror. Dressed in white, you had mere minutes before you were expected in the chapel. Everyone else had already left, they all had something or another to prepare for in time for the ceremony.
There’s a soft knock on the door and you turn. “It’s unlocked. Come in.”
“Can’t. You know that’s bad luck.”
You sigh, taking a few steps towards the door, but stop before you could open it. “Carlos?” Just hearing his voice helped calm the nerves. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”
“Just came to check on you, doll. Making sure you’re not going to run away.”
You stifle a laugh, fingers tracing lines onto the wood of the door frame as you imagine him on the other side.
“I’m not going to run away.”
“Good. I’ll see you downstairs.”
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He had insisted on being a father since the day you had gotten married, but sitting here with the test in hand seemed to be too much for him.
“How long do we have to wait?” He’s pacing, unsure of what to do with all of his pent up energy. It wasn’t helping your already on edge mood.
“Just give it another minute, okay?”
You try your best not to snap at him, to tell him to sit down. His heavy footfalls were making you nauseous, or maybe it was the anticipation. Either way, the worry was beginning to set in. Part of you already knew what you were going to see once you flipped over that test and the thought terrified you. There was no way you were ready for this, right? The thoughts flooded your mind.
“Fuck it, I’m looking.” Carlos is reaching across the table now, his impatience getting the better of him.
You can’t even stop him at this point, he’s already got the test in his hands. God how you wanted to scream, tell him every single one of your worries before he could even get his hopes up.
Soft brown hues widen, flickering up to your face and he’s got you wrapped up in his strong arms before you can even protest, feet lifted off of the floor.
And just like that, the worries have melted away.
—--
“Baby I told you we should have paid the extra fifty dollars to have it assembled.”
Your eyes trail down to where he was on the floor, surrounded by a mess of wooden pieces. The instructions splayed out on the floor in front of him as he pushed his messy hair up to get it out of his eyes. The crib was the last thing the nursery needed before it was ready, and for whatever reason he had put this off until it was almost too late.
“Yeah, and where’s the fun in that?”
You roll your eyes, hand resting on your swollen belly. “C’mon let me see what it says.” You reach for the packet of instructions.
“And risk you climbing down here to help?” His eyes meet yours and Carlos shakes his head. “Nuh uh, not a chance. You’re supposed to be resting til that little monster decides to show herself.”
“Fine, take hours to finish it then, see if I care.”
It took him twenty minutes to give in, and another three hours for the both of you to figure out how to put the damn thing together.
—--
A shrill giggle caught your attention from the other room, and you couldn’t help but lean against the doorway to watch the scene unfold.
“No daddy, like this!” The dark haired toddler insisted.
“Right, that’s what I’m doing.”
Carlos was seated on the floor, and from where you could see, tufts of his hair were sticking out in all directions, your daughter to another handful of it with a rubber band in tow.
“Not that one.” her little balled up hand moves to point at a spot just about an inch away, taking his hair with it. “That one.”
You could hear him wince, “Hey hey, easy on the hair little lady. I’m not ready to go bald yet.”
You can’t help but laugh now, and soon there’s two pairs of eyes on you and the padding of small feet in your direction
“Look!” a small hand clamps around your own, pulling you into the room. “I made daddy pretty.”
Your gaze is met by five haphazardly made ponytails and a lopsided grin.
“Your turn.”
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songmingisthighs · 6 months
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Genesis
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ch. li - drop by
fashion mogul!mingi × reader
buy me coffee ?
things aren't always what it seems but when even the truth is left unheard, what can people do? one musn't lie but what if the lie is more accepted than the truth? the scariest thing in this world isn't monsters or demons. it's people with no agenda and time to waste.
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You were about to take a sip of your soup when your room's door was opened and Mingi came with a big grin on his face.
"(y/n), I have someone I want you to meet!"
It was a good thing that you didn't put food in your mouth because if you did, you would've definitely choked. Your mouth became dry and your body went cold at the sight of your ex-fiance smiling next to your baby daddy as if it was the most normal thing ever. What kind of a lunatic would show up in his pregnant ex-fiance's hospital room like this?
Oh yeah, the lunatic who abandoned you less than two months before you tied the knot and ran off to Europe.
Ironic how he's back.
Mingi, excited and completely oblivious, pulled Hongjoong into the room and stood next to your bed. "This is Kim Hongjoong, he and I have been working together for some time now because we're getting Fix Song in The Gallerio where he's the head of Fashion Merchandising. On top of that, he's a big name in the fashion industry," he rambled on, thinking you didn't know all the things about Hongjoong. Then he turned to Hongjoong, "I apologize if it seems like (y/n) doesn't know you, hyung, she's not much into the fashion industry," he said, jokingly jabbing at you as proven by the teasing glare he sent your way which made you roll your eyes. Hongjoong chuckled at Mingi's 'apology' because of course, as someone who has dated you for almost three years, he knew of your ignorance of the fashion industry. "Well of course she is, I-" Before Hongjoong could say something, you cut him off, "Just because I'm wearing a hospital gown which is mandatory, doesn't mean I'm completely oblivious to fashion. But why did you bring your buddy here?" Though you aimed your question at Mingi, you managed to shoot a look at Hongjoong that made him raise an eyebrow, understanding what you were saying but also questioning it. "Because he has been the one who gave me the security detail contact and also the PR team which I can't thank him enough," Mingi was truly, genuinely seemingly in love with Hongjoong and as sickening as it was, you tried to hold in your disgust at how the father of your child bats his eyes at the man who broke your heart into a million pieces, pretended to have done it gently, then hung with Olivier Rousteing.
Of course, Hongjoong, the ever-humble man chuckled as he shook his head, "No no, Mingi, no, I only gave you the contacts and you actually handled everything yourself," he smiled at the younger man. But Mingi disagreed, shaking his head wildly, he grabbed Hongjoong by the shoulders, "But hyung, I wouldn't have known what to do had you not helped guide me to the right people. (y/n) and I... We couldn't have been safely hidden away here without your help." It took every ounce of power within you to not roll your eyes or scoff or call the nurse to give you something to induce coma in you so you don't have to watch what you could only describe as... Actually, you don't know how to describe the situation. It's Dear John meet The Notebook meet Dumb and Dumber.
Thankfully before the compliment bomb dropped between them, Mingi got a call and he excused himself to take it. Which meant that you were left alone in the room with the last living creature you'd want to be in the same room as. At this point, considering what he did, you take being in the same room as a starved lion over Kim Hongjoong.
As soon as Mingi stepped out and closed the door, Hongjoong shuffled around and produced a bouquet that you didn't even realize he was holding. "I... I got you these. I remember you admiring baby's breath and daisies and of course I can't-" "What are you doing here?" you cut him off, not in the mood to listen to his lame small talk. Hongjoong's shoulders dropped and his lips pursed, "I guess it's weird that I'm here, huh?" he chuckled awkwardly. "Is it weird? I don't know on the account that nothing is as weird as having to explain myself to YOUR parents the reason you left for Europe without me was because you broke off our engagement, broke up with me, and cancelled the wedding," you didn't know where that came from nor were you aware that you've been holding that one specific thing on him. Your words seem to brought a sense of shame to Hongjoong as his eyes dropped down to his feet and he began to show his nervous tics; kicking the floor with his toe and scratching the left side of his neck. "I guess... I should apologize for those..." It surprised him when he looked up to see you furiously shaking your head, "Um, no you don't? Saying sorry only alleviates your guilt and boy do I want you to live with that guilt. Were you even aware that your brother had left me voicemails for 9 straight days, apologizing on behalf of you and your family and that he only stopped because Jongho barked at him to stop making me cry because of the voicemails?" "Yeah... Bumjoong hyung might have told me about the voicemails but I didn't know Jongho talked to him. How is he by the way? How are your friends?"
You weren't sure what Hongjoong was doing at that moment. Was he trying to act like nothing happened? Was he trying to distract you? Why would he put himself and you in this position?
"No, you don't get to ask about them, Hongjoong! Why are you here?" you were getting frustrated and it was obvious. "I just want to see if you were okay. I was there the day you were mobbed and I wanted to help but Mingi already jumped in," "Of course, he jumped in, his baby was in danger!" There was a noticeable shift in Hongjoong's expression when you mentioned Mingi's baby. It was minuscule but you caught it. To cover it up, Hongjoong cleared his throat and turned to put the bouquet on the table where Mingi's laptop was sitting on. "Speaking of Mingi," he started, taking a moment to formulate his question, "He... Seemed unaware of us, our history. Why is that?" You figured this question was about to appear sooner or later and as much as you are prepared to answer it, it's still annoying to think about. "I saw you two becoming close and he seemed to genuinely like you so I didn't want to jeopardize anything for him. Besides, there was a time I thought Mingi was not going to be in my life anymore so I thought... Why bother?"
Whatever response you were expecting from Hongjoong couldn't prepare you for the casual chuckle he gave. "I remembered having a conversation about that," he said which made you furrow your eyebrows, "What... The fuck are you talking about? He talked to you about bean?" "Well, not technically. I remember him being so distracted during a lunch he and his business partner Seonghwa had with me so after that I asked him what was going on and he told me about doubts if I remember correctly? He spoke about jumping into a decision he didn't get to think through and I kinda told him about you," he shrugged. The revelation both surprised and confused you, "You told him about me? Does that mean... Mingi knows about us?" which made no sense because Mingi seemed oblivious. Hongjoong immediately turned around and shook his head, "No, no, I... Only referred to me as my ex," and you couldn't help but jab him, "Should've added 'that I threw to the side like she meant nothing before running away'," to twist the knife even further, you threw him a smile, a smile that used to bring flutters in Hongjoong's belly. Which it still does unbeknownst to you.
Seeing Hongjoong silenced be it from guilt or shame (both would've been awesome), you leaned back on your bed that's been set to a seating position and crossed your arms, "What else did you talk about to Mingi?" It seemed like focusing on Mingi instead of the two of you was the best decision at the moment as you two were in a hospital and as convenient as it is for Hongjoong to receive treatment after you're done with tearing him a new one, you didn't want a new headline to appear in the news tomorrow. Hongjoong pursed his lips again and stared off into space as he took a moment to think, leaning against the edge of your bed. Just him doing that made your heart clench because you remembered cooing over how adorable he looked and poking fun at how he would habitually do that without realizing until you point it out. But you push that feeling aside, down as far as you can as you face the man who turned your resolve around with one single blow. "I guess we mostly talk about work, nothing too personal," the content of the conversation seemed to be surface-level enough but you still raised an eyebrow at him, "Yet... He felt comfortable enough to talk to you about his decisions pertaining his unborn child?" Hongjoong couldn't help but playfully roll his eyes at you, "Okay, we didn't even talk about babies until this whole thing happened and he only told me because I asked, he was distressed and under pressure."
It shouldn't have been that big of a deal that Mingi talked about bean to someone he felt like he could trust but out of the billions of people on earth alive not to mention the uncountable number of dead people he could've contacted, he had to talk to your ex-fiance. You groaned and dropped your head back, "Ugh, we haven't even made a decision on how to break this to the public and you already know stuff you shouldn't know," you muttered to yourself but it was obviously loud enough for Hongjoong to hear. He laughed and reached to pat your leg gently over your blanket in an effort to comfort you, "Hey, you have nothing to worry about, unlike your friend Yeosang who can't even keep your birthday surprise, I won't tell the press about bean until you and Mingi decided to say anything." As much as you hated to admit it, his touch still managed to give you comfort and you don't know how to feel about it. So you shot him a polite smile and said a small thank you. Hongjoong beamed at your niceties and nodded, "No problem." It seemed that the tension between you and him had dissolved considerably and while there were still unspoken things, you knew that it could be dealt with on another day, at another time.
"By the way, are we sure the baby is Mingi's? I mean... It could be mine?" Hongjoog joked which caused your smile to drop into a frown, "Don't even," you warned. Hongjoong cackled happily at your reaction, knowing that you weren't taking his question seriously and that his assumption was right, the tension had lowered significantly because no way you would've let your reaction be just like that had the tension been still too thick.
To the oblivious, it would appear as if you and Hongjoong had a connection, a relationship. Which obviously had, considering how you both seemed rather comfortable in conversing with each other. That's why the pair of eyes that had been watching you two from your door couldn't believe what he was seeing and had to walk away to process things.
"What the fuck?"
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raina-at · 3 months
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Year in fic review 2023
Total number of completed stories: 4, I finished Spare Parts in 2022, just finished posting in 2023.
Total word count: About 50 k (published, god knows how many words of unfinished WIPS and abandoned one-shots)
Fandoms written in: BBC Sherlock, I'm a one-trick pony these days ;-)
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?
Hm, I suppose less? And not the things I expected. I started writing a lot of long, plotty fics but apparently, it wasn't the year for long and plotty fics. I suppose I didn't have the brain space for long and plotty.
What’s your own favorite story of the year?
Probably Nothing Gold Can Stay, because I had this idea months and months ago, of John having a bit of a crisis before his wedding. I had this one piece of a core of a fic, the whole nucleus where John tells Sherlock nobody ever sticks with him, ever. And then I had three different fragments of fics trying to make it work, and every one had something amazing in it, but I just couldn't make it gel. And then I thought of the famous The thing you wanted to say, say it now, and the scene on the bench in TSOT, and bam, I had a fic. It came out in stops and starts of 200-word chunks, while John laboured with whether and how and when to trust enough, to have faith enough to actually say how he feels. I'm really proud of how it came out in the end, and I'm very happy you guys responded to it the way you did.
Did you take any writing risks this year?
I don't know about risks, but I wrote 31 ficlets in pretty much a month, which came out to 26000 words, and that was no mean feat. And I actually still like most of them. Gave me a bit of writers' burn-out, I won't lie, but what a ride!
Do you have any fanfic goals for the new year?
I want to finish my Christmas fic. I would like to re-visit the Nothing Gold boys because I think there's meat on these bones and I always wanted to do a series of shorter fics that hang together. So maybe I can do something with that. But last year was so stressful at work and I don't see this year going any better (we have three big conferences this summer, so it's probably going to be So Much Worse). So, I'll be grateful for what I can accomplish, and accept that it might not be everything I want.
Most popular story of the year?
Nothing Gold Can Stay for sure.
Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:
Hm, I got a lot of lovely feedback this year, so I generally feel loved and appreciated by fandom. My May ficlets especially got a lot of responses here on tumblr, and I loved that dynamic interchange between writing and reading and commeting, especially with the others who did the challenge.
If I had to pick one underappreciated story, my Spare Parts 'verse January 29th fic The Stars Walk Backward didn't get a lot of eyeballs, but it's understandable given that it's a one-shot in a 'verse that not that many people are famliar with in the first place. It's a bit of a stepchild of a 'verse, but I love it, and I love this story for its unabashed sentimentality. It's very sweet and very calm and has a lot of 'we're back together and I don't want to fuck this up again' energy. I love re-visiting this fic if I need a quick pick-me-up, so. You know.
Most fun story to write:
Most of the ficlets were fun to write, and Tipping Point was somehow the opposite of Nothing Gold Can Stay in that it came out in a big rush over four days, like a writing tsunami. But my Christmas fic is also super fun to write, I just hope I can sustain the fun and actually finish it.
Most unintentionally telling story:
Probably Nothing Gold Can Stay, I suppose. Grief is really complicated, and it's difficult to come to terms with the fact that you can sort of stumble into pockets of it, and that you sometimes grieve things that are technically still there but have changed a lot. Essentially, the story is about a John who has to stop running away from his grief and turn around and face it, and a Sherlock who sees that if he wants to truly get John back, he has to face it with him.
Biggest disappointment:
With myself for being unable to finish the many, many, many fics I've stared but didn't remotely finish. But also gracious to myself for letting life happen.
Biggest surprise:
Not surprise but gratitude for the love and support of this fandom. You guys are awesome. I'm so grateful whenever someone tells me that something I wrote made them Feel Something(TM). It's the greatest compliment a writer can receive, and I feel truly blessed that I heard this a fair bit this year. I write because it makes me happy, and if people reading my fics experience something similar, then that makes me even happier. So thank you, fandom.
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lady prince (1) | k. bakugou.
☆ tags ;; fem!reader, fluff, role-reversal, non-linear events, tsundere bakugou, reader is like.. a stupid prince charming and a pro-hero
☆ wc ;; 1k
☆ a/n ;; this will probably have more parts to it in like a non-linear way lol.
☆ summary ;; bakugou thinks his patrol partner is the worst.
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"Kacchan... I hate to say this but aren't you kind of overthinking this?"
"I knew you three wouldn't fucking get it,"
Bakugou groans, burying his face in his hands. Everyone around him is so useless it's frustrating. He takes a minute to compose himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. The mess hall at the agency is loud in the afternoon, and all the noise is making his head feel like it's full of water.
"I agree with Midoriya,"
"Me too. You're way overthinking this Bakubro,"
He slams his hand on the table, making all the cutlery rattle but no one even flinches. He doesn't even know where to start, nearly screaming. He would be screaming if the problem itself wasn't 50 away from them - smiling and laughing like everything is fucking fine.
"Overthinking, my ass. It's like she's trying to damage my fucking pride, that idiot,"
"Don't call her an idiot, Kacchan,"
"Shut the hell up! And why the fuck are you blushing nerd, I'll kill you,"
Kirishima laughs good-naturedly, picking up a piece of meat with his chopsticks.
"Midoriya has a crush on her like every other person in the agency,"
"Actually it's mostly women. Which makes sense,"
Bakugou looks over to the damn nerd, rage boiling in his body. He doesn't care, he doesn't care, he doesn't-
For the last 3 months, Bakugou Katsuki has been having a crisis.
When a new rookie hero joined the agency he interns at, he was pretty sure it was gonna be another useless extra in the long line of them that come and go. Most of the people who enter are gone before training is complete - the regiment is made to weed out the weak from the strong.
The first time Katsuki met you, he was sure you would be one and the same. You had the friendly smile and docile way of talking that he hated. To your credit, you were never timid but you didn't seem like someone who belonged at the agency.
In the end, he was wrong, and you became a promising contender in the league of young heroes and joined the agency. In that time, you seemed to make easy friends with everyone. Bakugou found that part of your personality abhorrent.
Your problem was that you were too charming. At least putting it bluntly. Bakugou has never really adhered to or cared about gender roles as he hated everyone equally and wasn't a scumbag. And caring about something like that always felt especially shallow. Strength is strength and weakness is weakness. There's no two ways about it.
But it's hard for Katsuki to overlook the discrepancy that you walk around like you're a part of some shitty romance movie. He doesn't know if you know you're doing it on purpose on not because you're dense as fucking bricks. And it never mattered before, not until he started paying attention to you and inadvertently became your patrol partner.
Being around you is demoralizing. It wasn't at first, but it became that way all because you were insistent on being his friend. That much he isn't surprised by his, his best friend being Kirishima. But as time went on and you spent more time with each other, Bakugou kept noticing something. One day on the field, you jumped in front of him like it was nothing and saved him. Only after being carried like a princess through the field did he realize you had a nasty habit of treating him like some kind of damsel in distress.
You did it all the time, actually. And it was also troublesome but it was never embarrassing until the realization dawned on him all at once.
Even still, he can't wrap his head around it at all. Of course, his reactions are always angry when the realization set in. The number of times he's had to shove you away because you were doing something embarrassing keeps growing in number.
The issue is it's humiliating because that's not what you're fucking supposed to be doing. Even in a situation like that, isn't he... that's... well, you know...
He closes his eyes. If he thinks about it too long his head starts throbbing in pain.
"Bakugou, may I suggest something?"
"Don't say something stupid,"
"Is the problem perhaps not with how she acts, but actually how you feel about it?"
His eyes widen in shock and horror.
"Yeah, dude. You're not the type to be bothered about stuff like that. Are you sure you don't just like that she's aggressive? Some people are into that,"
Bakugou feels his hands tremble in rage.
"Wouldn't that normally be Kacchan though?"
"Maybe that's why he's so conflicted,"
"Stop fucking talking about me like I'm not here, dammit! And there's no fucking way that—"
"Yo, Dynamight!"
He jumps in his skin, startled to see you running towards the table without a care in the world. He immediately ignores you, but it doesn't stop you from approaching. Fuming, he eats with his head down.
"Hey, guys," You say, cheerful as ever. A chorus of hellos greets you.
"What are you here for?"
"I just wanted to ask Bakugou if we'd still be going to investigate that case later,"
After he manages to work up some nerve, he turns his head stiffly to look at you. You're fucking beaming, like the sun or some shit. He hates it so much.
"Just check your calendar next time, idiot,"
"But if I did that I wouldn't get to see your face on break," Your hand reaches out almost incidentally to touch his face. He doesn't even flinch, too shocked to say anything. Your thumb brushes under his eyes "You should wear waterproof eyeliner so it doesn't smudge."
"I already told you I would when I fucking finish this one,"
"Oh, that's right. I'll miss seeing it kinda messed up though."
You remove your hand and then give him that familiar empty-headed smile as his whole body lurches from a delayed reaction. A woman calls out to you, probably a friend of sorts.
"Gotta go! Nice talking to everyone! See you at 6, Dynamight."
You disappear without another word. For a minute he sits there before slamming his head down on the table, forehead hitting it hard. He can feel himself blush, the tips of his ears and the back of his neck going completely pink. You're definitely a fucking idiot, what the fuck.
"... So she's definitely spoken for,"
"Better luck next time, Midoriya.
"All of you, shut up!"
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btsficsandsuch · 6 months
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Okay love how An Ungodly Dream started!!!
Thank you for taking my request into consideration, I love it, of course I would like a little more angsty part, you can take as much time as you like, I'm in no hurry and neither should you💜💜
Here’s part 2! This one gets pretty angsty. Warning: Mentions of demons/demon activity, Death, Also gets suggestive. PART 1 HERE
An Ungodly Dream
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Even if you had 1,000 chances to guess how you’d be spending a Thursday night you never would’ve guessed sitting in your living room talking to a demon but here you are. “Soooo Yoongi, were you born a demon or how did this happen?”, you asked unsure if that was even okay to ask but you weren’t sure about boundaries when it came to demons. He chuckled, “It’s kind of a long story but no I wasn’t born a demon. I actually signed a contract with this guy and in exchange for him doing something for me I agreed to become one his servants.” You nodded unsure of what your next question should be.
Yoongi could tell that you had a lot more on your mind. He began, “Look Y/N there’s a lot about this you’ll never understand but I’ll try to make it as simple as I can. About six years ago I was really in love with this girl. She was my everything. One day she passed out at home and after they ran some tests in the emergency room they told us she had incurable brain cancer and was given three months to live. I was devastated and I knew I’d do anything to not loose her.” He ran his hands over his face and sighed. This story was clearly hard for him to tell but he continued anyways, “One night shortly after that, I went to a bar to try and drink away the pain. While there I met a man who told me his name was Jin. He said he could take away any pain in the world in exchange for something small. He had my attention so I followed him to a back room. He pulled out a piece of paper that I didn’t really understand but at the time I didn’t really care. He basically said he would heal my girlfriend so that she’d be cancer free and all I had to do was agree to work for him. In my drunken grieving state I didn’t even ask any questions, not even how he knew about the cancer when I never even told him that. I signed the paper and before I could say anything else he was gone. Well a week goes by and I assume it must’ve just been a drunken dream because nothing has happened. Then we go to my girlfriends appointment and there are like nine doctors from all over the world. One of them pulls up her brain scan from the day before and tells us how the cancer is completely gone. They’ve never seen anything like it before and it’s a medical miracle that she was cancer free. I was ecstatic. The love of my life was healed and no longer weeks from death. I didn’t even think about the contract that I signed. So a couple weeks go by and I come home from work and hear a strange sound coming from the bedroom. I gently pushed opened the door and saw my girlfriend in bed with another guy. When I confronted them she told me that she had a new lease on life or some bullshit like that and didn’t want to be tied down to one person any more. So I packed a bag and went back to the bar to drink away the heartbreak. That’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Jin standing there. He told me how he had held up his end of the contract and now it was my turn. So I’ve spent the last six years doing his bidding all for a girl who in the end didn’t even love me and I have no way out of it.”
You were speechless. Yoongi’s eyes didn’t move from the the coffee cup on the table in front of him. After some time you reached out and grabbed his hand, “I’m really sorry that happened to you Yoongi. I really am.” He gave you a small smile. “Any other questions?”, he asked trying to change the subject. “Um yeah a ton but I don’t even really know where to begin. What kind of things do you normally do for this Jin guy? Is there anyway for you to break the contract? Maybe a lawyer or something?” Yoongi chuckled at that, “Do you really think there are lawyers that specialize in demon contracts? No there’s no way out. Either fulfill the contract or cease to exist basically. As far as what I do. I do a little bit of everything. I’m a master of all trades.” There was that cockiness again that you hated but also kind of found attractive. He continued, “It depends on why I was summoned or what Jin had planned for me. Sometimes I’ll make deals with people and have them sign contracts to lure them in. Sometimes I’ll be an incubus if that’s what is requested of me.” You cleared your throat unsure if you want to ask your next question or if you’re just scared of the answer. You forgot that he can read minds but he answers before you can even ask. “I only physically hurt people if I’m commanded to by Jin. He’s like my boss. It’s rare for that to happen though. He mostly only cares about getting people to sign away their lives. The more contracts he has the more powerful he is.”
You nodded in acceptance of his answer feeling a little better. You had so many more questions but decided that it was late and he had opened up enough for the night. “So do you sleep or how does this work?”, you asked unsure of yourself. Yoongi smiled, “I can sleep. I don’t have to but sometimes it’s nice to just relax and pretend to be fully human again.” You awkwardly chuckled being reminded that this beautiful man in front of you was not actually human any more. “Go to sleep Y/N. I’ll be alright out here. We still have a lot to discuss tomorrow.”, he smiled over at you. You nodded and began walking back to your bedroom before turning around, “Goodnight Yoongi.” He smiled back at you, “Goodnight Y/N.”
Somehow you managed to fall asleep for a few hours before your alarm went off signaling you it was time to get ready for work. You quickly showered and changed eager to find out what your new demon roommate was up to. You weren’t expecting to walk into the kitchen and find a large breakfast prepared for you including pancakes, blueberry muffins, an omelette, and fresh squeezed orange juice and hot coffee. “Morning sleepyhead”, Yoongi smiled before handing you a mug. “I didn’t know you could cook.”, you said happily taking some coffee. “I used to be human or did you forget already.”, he laughed. You rolled your eyes, “No I didn’t forget. I just didn’t ever expect demons to be this nice. You know, usually they’re more demon-ish.” Yoongi smirked as he sat down next to you taking a bite of a muffin. “Not all demons are like that. Of course there are ‘bad’ demons but a lot of them are like me. We’re just trying to survive after making the choices that we did.”, he said taking a sip of juice. You nodded and silently ate your breakfast.
Yoongi told you to leave the dishes as he’d do them later since he had nothing else to do. You reluctantly agreed before grabbing your purse. “When I get back from work we can talk some more.”, you told him. He nodded before walking you to the door. “Oh and there might be some chicken in the fridge. You know in case you wanted to whip up something for dinner later.”, you said and he chuckled taking your hint. “Yes Dear. Anything else?”, he asked. You shook your head before saying a quick goodbye and closing the door behind you.
The day went by surprisingly quick. It probably had to do with the fact that you couldn’t wait to get home to see Yoongi. Somehow you found yourself actually kind of missing him. So once 5:00pm hit you found yourself rushing home quickly kicking off your shoes by the door and walking into the kitchen greeting Yoongi who was hard at work putting the finishing touches on dinner. “I hope you like it. It’s been a while since I cooked like this.”, he said shyly. “It looks amazing plus anything is better than what I would’ve been able to make.”, you chuckled. Taking a bite of the food you smiled. “It’s so good Yoongi. You’d really make a good husband one day.”, you said not noticing his shoulders drop at the compliment. The two of you ate in silence and then you washed the dishes with Yoongi’s help because he insisted. After you changed into some comfy clothes you met Yoongi who was already sitting on the couch mindlessly watching something on the tv. When he saw you walk in he shut it off, “I’m guessing you want to talk about some things.”
You nodded, “Yeah we probably should.” There was a long silence until you spoke, “How do I release you back since I summoned you on accident?” He bit his lip, “Well there are three ways to do that. The first being that I complete a task for you, it would be the reason you summoned me to begin with. The second is to have you sign a contract and you basically become one of us. The third is we have to wait for the next full moon and on that day we would follow the guidelines in that book you were reading. Looking at our options we’ll probably have to go with the third one.” You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, “I mean we could look at the other options. I know I didn’t intend to summon you but my boss has been a real jerk lately so maybe I can have you go mess with him a little. You know slam some doors. Open all of his kitchen cabinets in the middle of the night.” He laughed, “Y/N I’m a demon. Not a poltergeist. You’ve said it yourself that you didn’t mean to summon me. And there’s no way I’m letting you sign any contract so our only option is number three.”
Nodding in agreement you got up and retrieved the book from your room turning to the chapter on demons. Yoongi helped you flip through the pages before finding what he was looking for, “There that’s it.” You began reading through the pages wanting to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all but at this point nothing shocks you anymore. You checked your phone, “Okay the next full moon is in three weeks.”, you said. “Okay then I guess we’re gonna get to know each other.”, Yoongi smiled. You wanted to say something sarcastic but deep down you felt your heart flutter at the thought.
The two of you spent the following week acting like an old married couple. You’d bicker about minor things only to return back to normal shortly after. He cooked you breakfast and dinner every day and even packed your lunch a couple days. The two of you ended up cuddling on the couch one night after falling asleep leading to you both waking up feeling awkward and confused.
Thankfully it was the weekend so you were able to get to spend more time with each other. It was Saturday evening and the two of you had decided to go out to dinner. Admittedly you maybe put a little more effort into your outfit than you needed to but it was worth it when you walked out and saw Yoongi checking you out. “You look very nice this evening.”, he said offering you his arm to hold onto. “Thank you. You clean up nice yourself.”, you responded. Since the weather was so nice and the restaurant wasn’t too far the two of you decided to walk. As you passed a group of guys standing against a wall Yoongi protectively put himself between you and the men while keeping his arm left arm around your waist. Just as you walked by them Yoongi suddenly stopped and whipped his head around to glare at one of the men wearing a blue baseball cap. “Weren’t you ever taught to respect women asshole? She’s not a toy for you to use as you please.”, he spat. Yoongi grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you away from the men before you could even question him but you assumed the guy had thought something provocatively about you and Yoongi heard his thoughts. You felt a smile creep up at the thought that he felt the need to defend you like that.
Dinner was one of the best nights you’d ever had. Yoongi had lots of stories about things he had done and seen. You listened very closely taking it all in. After dinner the two of you made your way back to your apartment and once inside you let your feelings overtake your brain. The alcohol from dinner probably didn’t help but you instinctively wrapped your hands around Yoongi’s neck pulling him closer to you and placing a kiss on his lips. You waited to see if he’d push you away. When he didn’t you pulled him in again and deepened the kiss. Then you moved to his dress shirt and you started unbuttoning it one by one as Yoongi removed the sweater you were wearing over your strapless dress.
The two of you made your way to your bedroom where Yoongi pushed you down onto your bed before going in for another kiss. The kisses went back and forth moving from your lips to various parts of your body. In-between kisses you managed a whispered, “Yoongi.” Not stopping he mumbled something which you took him as acknowledging you. You placed another kiss to his lips before speaking, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
You weren’t sure what you expected. Hopefully for him reciprocate the feelings. At the worst just ignore you and pretend he didn’t hear you. What you didn’t expect was for him to jump back like something had just bit him. “Yoongi what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”, you asked concerned. “We can’t do this Y/N. There can’t be anything between us. We’re not the same and I’m not going to risk you being dragged down with me.”, he said quickly buttoning back up his shirt. “Yoongi I don’t understand. Everything has been so good between us. We can figure something out.”, you said reaching for him. He shook his head taking a step back from you, “No Y/N. It’s not like a long distance relationship or something. This is serious. There are things you just don’t understand. I ruined my life and I have to pay that price. I won’t let that also hurt you.” “Yoongi please. Help me understand. I’ll do what it takes to be with you.”, you cried. You watched at Yoongi opened your bedroom door. He turned around to look at you, “No Y/N. I won’t let you do that. I’m gonna stay in the spare room until the full moon is here and we can follow the protocol to release me. Just stay away from me until then. It’s for your own good.”
With that he walked out and shut the door behind him. You heard the faint click of the door to the spare room shut next to you. Sitting on the bed you began to sob into your pillow. You knew he was right. He was a demon after all and you seemed to forget that little detail. But even after you reminded yourself of that you still couldn’t help but feel your heart breaking at the fact that the man you loved was in the room next to yours but you were never going to be able to have him. Unless maybe you signed a contract of your own…
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20 COPIES OF THIS IN EVERY REBLOGGABLE FORM SO HER AND HER CRONIES CAN'T MISS IT
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup she just came in and tried to spam a bunch of random things and be normal Which on its own? Almost ok but this bitch wants to pretend she's a motherfucking mystic and charges people for it
She also managed to obsess about avatar again during this, and a crow playing in snow out of season. AND THIS GEM
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THEN FUCKING DO IT AND BE PUBLICLY HONEST YOU FUCKING SCARLET LYING ABUSIVE WHORE. IF YOU THINK YOU AND MARK CAN WORK THROUGH IT THEN JUST FUCKING GET OVER IT AND DO IT ALREADY
SO YEAH HER BLOG IS STILL COVERED IN INDUCED ROT WHILE SHE TRIES TO BE NORMAL AND SPAM CUTE BIRD PICS. ZERO FUCKING MYSTIC COMMENTS EVEN DURING ONE OF THE MOST MYSTICALLY ACTIVE NIGHTS IN 20 YEARS. FAKE. FAKE FAKE FAKE. FRAUD MISS CLEO PIECE OF SHIT STEALING MY SHIT AND CHARGING PEOPLE. ANYWAY I'M AWAKE ARE MY IMAGES BACK
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yes they ARE and anyway, love seeing exactly when i sleep and wake up
bitch posts that fucking thing about working on it together motherfucking unironically. motherfuck. fucking motherfuck I don't have other words. Absolutely motherfucking WHAT? The entire reason you haven't fully hopped off this shit and let me play in your frozen atohallan of a head like a crow in the snow in SPRING, is because you don't actually believe that, like you don't actually believe in ANYTHING you put on your fucking blog.
I AIN'T LETTING GO OF THIS SHIT UNTIL YOU LET GO OF ME BITCH. I HAD LET IT ALL GO BUT YOU JERKED YOUR WAY OFF BACK INTO MY LIFE AND IT'S NOT FUCKING HAPPENING AGAIN YOU UNRESTRICTED PIECE OF BREATHING TRASH
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take the FUCKING CLUE IN GENERAL AND LET THIS SHIT GO. LET ME GO. LET THE PAST GO. WORK ON IT. IF YOU DON'T THINK MARK WILL DUMP YOU FOR ALL THE LIES AND MANIPULATION OF EVEN HIM YOU'VE DONE, AND IF YOU CAN FACE HIM HAVING LED YOU INTO THIS PIT OF HORSE SHIT FOR HIS OWN GAIN, THEN MOTHERFUCKING DO IT ALREADY AND STOP YOUR BULLSHIT!!!!
i am NOT ACCEPTING YOU TRYING TO QUIETLY SLINK OFF, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT, YOU FUCKING CRACKHEAD PIECE OF STALKER SHIT, BECAUSE UNTIL I KNOW YOU'VE COMPLETELY FUCKING FIXED THIS SHIT YOU'RE JUST GOING TO KEEP COMING BACK TO FUCK ME UP LIKE YOU HAVE FOR **TWENTY FUCKING YEARS AND THREE, AND SIX MONTHS, AND NOW**. FUCKING NO. YOU'RE GONNA SAY IT AND FIX YOUR LIES ON MAIN FOR EVERYONE YOU'VE FUCKED UP ABOUT HIM WITH YOUR DELUSIONAL ROLEPLAY JERKOFFS YOU CALL MAGIC CRYING INTO MY OLD AND NEW ROMANCE PLAYLISTS.
YOU ARE GOING TO MOTHERFUCKING TURN AROUND, AND GO BACK, AND LEARN RIGHT IF YOU WANT TO LEARN HIM OR FRANKLY ANYONE AT ALL BEYOND SLAPPING REBLOG AND PUTTING CANDY IN YOUR FACE. NO MORE DOUBLING DOWN IN REVERSE IN THE WRONG FUCKING DIRECTION.
stop defending you changing his gender behind the cut, you piece of shit. You are literally arguing against one of hermes' seven rules with your post about henry behind the cut, you lying piece of fraud trash. HE HAS SEVEN AXIOMS AND YOU FUCKED THEM UP BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW ANY OF THEM.
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PUT THAT IN HUMAN, SEE HOW THAT SOUNDS. NO, YOU DON'T GET TO GO 'BUT THEY NOT HUMAN' IF YOU PRETEND TO HAVE EVER KNOWN HERMES, YOU FUCKING LYING TERF PIECE OF MISS CLEO SHIT.
bitch DEADASS BROKE OUT THE TERF/ANTI TRANS CHROMOSOME THING AS HER REASON AND CAN'T EVEN FUCKING SEE IT BECAUSE SHE'S THAT FUCKED UP, OFF, AND IN.
nonono shea. Look at mark and say, "Only XX chromosome humans get periods so I WILL use female pronouns." and see how that goes over. Again, no, you don't get to say BUT BIRD. Birds defy gender convention often, some of the most often in the animal kingdom, and that bird still grew up getting called and being happy with masculine names, pronouns, nicknames, that he identified the world through, and you're just gonna terf into changing it because some bullshit about CHROMOSOMES even though Hermes teaches GENDER IN EVERYTHING, NOT JUST PEOPLE. Fucking fraud harlot terf piece of shit. Abusive fucking stalker.
Here, I'll motherfucking help your trash ass, and you'll realize you read this years ago and you marked it under Unimportant Details. I'll even highlight the ones you've either violated or proven yourself ignorant to the last month.
The principle of mentalism "The All is Mind; the Universe is Mental."
The principle of correspondence "As above, so below; as below, so above.” […] This principle embodies the truth that there is always a correspondence between the laws and phenomena of the various planes of being and life. (YOU KEEP PRETENDING ALL EVENTS ARE RANDOM AND ARBITRARY EVEN WHEN DECLARED OR WITH A CONSISTENT PLOT)
The principle of vibration "Nothing rests; everything moves; everything vibrates." (ARGUABLY YOU'RE IGNORING THIS WHILE I MUSIC MAGIC YOU INTO THE VOID)
The principle of polarity "Everything is dual; everything has poles; everything has its pair of opposites; like and unlike are the same; opposites are identical in nature, but different in degree; extremes meet; all truths are but half-truths; all paradoxes may be reconciled." Wet and dry, cold and hot. (PEANUT FUCKING BUTTER)
The principle of rhythm "Everything flows, out and in; everything has its tides; all things rise and fall; the pendulum-swing manifests in everything; the measure of the swing to the right is the measure of the swing to the left; rhythm compensates." The swing of the pendulum. (ALSO PEANUT FUCKING BUTTER. your self admitted disjointed pendulum too. )
The principle of cause and effect "Every cause has its effect; every effect has its cause; everything happens according to law; chance is but a name for law not recognized; there are many planes of causation, but nothing escapes the law." (AGAIN YOU KEEP PRETENDING THIS IS ALL RANDOM AND NO RULES APPLY TO YOU)
The principle of gender "Gender is in everything; everything has its masculine and feminine principles; gender manifests on all planes." (YOUR WEIRD CHROMOSOME BASED TRANSPHOBIC SHIT YOU'RE DEFENDING)
OH??? THEY'RE THE RULES THE XORVINTAAL WAS BASED ON? I KNOW YOU WERE DISTRACTED BECAUSE I MADE THAT CHARACTER UNFUCKABLE BUT YOU'D REALLY THINK YOU UNDERSTOOD BY NOW THAT NOTHING I DO IS RANDOM. NOW REBLOG ME ANOTHER KION IN THE VOID ABYSS OF HIS RESOLUTION OF BEING THE ONE WITHOUT SEEING IT AGAIN.
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fake ass piece of shit channeling my dick for years, sobbing into our old playlists, mixing in my new ones, and lying to everyone around you for motherfucking years while you charge them for your own un-therapy.
Bitch i'm not motherfucking kidding, you are literally only this fucked up because you fell in love with a magus, betrayed him at the tough part (several times actually! I was almost here 11 years ago until you fucked me up! hence everything being stuck in an echo loop you're pretending not to see between here and there!), and refuse to fucking comprehend what being the magus is, or what the path was ever about the entire fucking time. so now you're trying to stalk, roleplay, hump, and groom other people into a way back into my life while shaking my shadows and refusing to accept that's what's going on.
I DONT KNOW IF YOU HAVE MOTHERFUCKING NOTICED, STARLIGHT, BUT WE ARE, IN FACT, LITERALLY OFF THE MOTHERFUCKING RAILS UNTIL YOU FIX YOUR ABSOLUTE DELUSIONAL HORSE SHIT AND FACE YOURSELF AND SPEAK THE TRUTH.
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NEVER THOUGHT I'D MEET A HUMAN SHAPED LANDFILL, THEN I MET THE GRAND NIECE OF HITLER, WHO WAITED TO INFORM ME OF THAT DETAIL FOR A DECADE UNTIL A FEW YEARS AFTER I MOVED IN WITH HER. LIKE 'OH BY THE WAY WE GET TO INHERIT HITLER'S SHIT MY PARENTS HAVE IT IN THE ATTIC' WHAT THE FUCK.
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Just like you only Perform religion and spirituality, you only Perform trans allyship. You don't really support Mark for being trans. You met Mark in a disassociated digital form that came in as male to you for the most part. You refused to divide me from my external sex and insisted I kept shoving my gender, identity, spirituality and everything in a motherfucking box for you to play with like a ken doll, and the second I was withdrawing it for a mix of realizing you were full of shit, dangerous to both of us, and me working 60-70 hours a week to support your habits, you motherfucking ran off to throw me out the door. And then sat there in a void of absence of everything you wanted. And started wearing my shadow like a fucking scarf.
NO MEANS NO, SHEALYN. AND DRAWING THIS ABSOLUTE MOTHERFUCKING BOUNDARY REGARDLESS OF IGNORANT WHINY FANS OR CRONIES OF YOURS SPAMMING MY INBOX or STUPIDASS FEAR OF LOSING NONSENSE FOLLOWERS, IS THE MOST LIBERATING FUCKING THING I'VE EVER FUCKING DONE, SO LET US FUCKING GO.
you LITERALLY cannot parasitically attach to my path with him and pick up from there, that is LITERALLY the motherfucking opposite of how this works. You wanna know him? Turn around, go back to at least 2012 like you were doing a few weeks ago before you panicked and doubled down backwards again because you DON'T trust your ability to work it out with Mark, and fucking learn him yourself, and find yourself. Yourself is already screaming at you though, and as your cheap piece of cowardly shit ass does, you ran from that too, but it's still chasing you.
ALL THE WAY BITCH!! NO HALF!! WTF IS HALF!!! I EVEN ASKED YOU THAT THROUGH GNOSIS GUY THAT TALKED ABOUT PROTECTING MY D WITH MICHAEL'S FLAMING SWORD BEFORE YOU FUCKED UP AND TRIED TO SUMMON MICHAEL, AND BEFORE YOU MET THE AIR JORDAN GUY THAT GOT SHOT AND HAD HIS COLLECTION STOLEN YOU TRIED TO GO HALF ON AND THOUGHT YOU WERE THE FUCKING BENEFACTOR ON THE FULL MOON NIGHT I DECLARED A MANIFESTATION ON AND YOU SAID WAS WEIRD ENERGY. YOU HEARD 'AIR JORDANS' BECAUSE USHER WAS IN TARTARUS AT THE BIG GAME, YOU DENSE ASS PIECE OF SHIT. HE BROUGHT CUSTOM AIR JORDANS.
it was a whole ass thing!!! so the collective gave it to you as motherfucking air jordans on my FUCKING ghost.
even in your MOTHERFUCKING ROLEPLAY GAMES YOU PRETENDED YOU COULD CONVERT TO SPIRITUAL CHANNELING, SHEALYN.
COYOTE TOLD CRYSTAL THE ENTIRE TIME.
YOU DO NOT WANT THIS. YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE WITH ME. I CAN GIVE YOU SECURITY AND A PLACE TO STAY BUT THIS WILL NOT LAST. HE AND I WROTE A WHOLEASS SONG ABOUT IT. AND BOTH THAT SONG AND THE CURRENT ONE THROUGH THE UNIVERSE IS MOTHERFUCKING FOR **YOU** GARFIELD.
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YOU MAY BE ABLE TO GROOM A BIRD WITH THE INTELLIGENCE CAP OF A TWO YEAR OLD INTO LOVING YOU, BUT YOU CANNOT FORCE ME INTO YOUR MOTHERFUCKING LIFE.
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This is it, right? The album is finally out. I'm happy for Jimin. I've been listening to it since the morning and I think he did a great job for a first solo release. He showed he's capable of doing it on his own and make his mark. I hope good things come to him in the future.
I'm not going to analyze the album, or the music video for Like Crazy. This is the end of the road for me. It's time to move on. I know I said I will be here until he finishes the promotions, but life intervenes and sometimes in the best of ways. This is that situation.
First, some basic points. I won't delete the blog. I've worked too hard and a lot on it. Maybe other people will find it at some point and will see something interesting to read. I will not make any posts in the future or answer any private messages. I had some great conversations here for which I'm grateful.
I will not offer any other platform where I can be reached out. I'm getting out of the K-Pop world completely and I want to do this by leaving everything behind. From strictly a music perspective, I might follow Jimin's official schedule for the album if I'm in the mood for it, but nothing else apart from that, followed by the clean cut approach.
I made this blog during a period in which I was ignoring other writing responsibilities. It was escapism, just like getting into BTS at the beginning of the pandemic. I'm not regretting anything. I rediscovered the pleasure of writing and doing it on my own terms. I've wrote some of my favorite pieces here. They might not be the best ever, but I enjoyed every second of it and I'm proud of my writing.
I've said before that I will leave this blog when it's no longer enjoyable. I didn't keep my word and I just dragged it for months. I clearly wasn't having fun anymore, but I couldn't let go. It's familiar, part of my routine, what will I do next? But I realized that just because some aspects are positive, it doesn't mean I have to be stuck with something that doesn't represent me anymore.
I've also lost interest in BTS and K-Pop in general. I've spent three years being a fan, but also in a position of a sort of researcher. I feel like I've reached a point in which the knowledge I currently have is enough. My passion and curiosity is what drives me in everything that I do and get interested into. Now it's time to move on to other things.
I used this blog as an outlet for my rational side as well, writing publicly what I was trying to tell myself when I reacted emotionally to various aspects in this fandom. I was splitting myself because I couldn't deal or admit how some things affected me. But in the end, that's not entirely healthy. Balance is the key and I couldn't actually find it.
I want to borrow a quote from Miss Penny Lane, taken completely out of context, but this is something that I want to tell myself and to anyone who has been reading this blog. ''never take it seriously, if ya never take it seriously, ya never get hurt, ya never get hurt, ya always have fun''. 
Not everything has to be turned into a discourse, nothing is as important and as essential as one might think when we're deep into fandom spaces. Enjoy the song, the media content, the relationship, regardless of its nature, without letting it take over your life. It's not worth it.
Goodbye,
BMT
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I don't know how to thank you. This feels like the end of an era. I can't believe it's been 4yrs since you started posting hiuh and I was instantly hooked. It literally got me through the pandemic. I learned so much from the story and felt I had Neo as a therapist(the best in the world). You must be flooded with asks now but I am really curious how the story formed in your head. It's hard to believe how consistent the story is as you posted chapter by chapter. Did you outline the whole story when you started? did you stick to all the original ideas? if you changed your mind what were they? It really is a master piece - much much better than many published books I read and I hope you will publish someday, if that's what you want.
I'd also offer you my first born to have an epilogue. hopefully lamen with their child(ren) playing on the beach and Nicaise being the doting big brother. they all grew so much and deserve all the happiness. oh and Kastor and Jo and Galen for big family gathering. I'm so proud of all of them.
thank you thank you thank you for all your patience and genius and mostly, generosity.
hello!!!! i'm so happy that my story resonated with you and got you through some tough times. it did the same for me!
It's hard to believe how consistent the story is as you posted chapter by chapter.
thank you!! it will never be as good as it was in my head or as good as I know I could have made it if I had spent more time on it, but for me the most important thing is that it is completed and at least 70% of what I wanted it to be. a win is a win!!!
Did you outline the whole story when you started? did you stick to all the original ideas? if you changed your mind what were they?
i got the idea for a modern au break up fic in 2020 while I was writing and posting wtsioa. i started the story as a 20k one shot and then realized 5k into it or less that it was not going to fit into that word count. the reason was very simple: i did not want a break up fic centered around "miscommunication" in a naive, fluffy way. i did not want to write a fic where the main issue was that one loved the other too much or that they thought the other was cheating when it wasn't true, etc. i wanted to write a break up that felt honest to me, and this meant giving them both issues that felt real, that i saw in myself and in the people around me irl. which meant that it would take them both considerably more than 5k to get over them (if they ever did).
i outlined the fic very roughly. my first drafts . . . they are not it, girl. like, anyone that has read wtsioa knows that. I'm a much better editor than I am a writer, so for hiuh i outlined the main beats (nicaise calls damen after months, damen goes to therapy, nicaise is out of control and some incidents happen, laurent is dating maxime, they get back together). then, i wrote the entire thing in . . . a year? maybe less? then, i made a mistake and got cocky: i edited the first three chapters and started posting on ao3. that's why the fic took so long to post. i had to edit each chapter a lot after the first three were released.
i edited out too many things to count. things you wouldn't believe if I told you now because they make no sense when looking at the finished version. idalia was a pretty big character, and so was jokaste. in the og outline, I debated between claude/heavy drugs for nicaise. i almost named dog NIKANDROS!!!! damen actually punched aktis at the party when he talks shit about laurent . . . which led to him also punching nik. laurent slapping nicaise once. aimeric and damen baking together. then, there were things I wanted to write but couldn't because they didn't feel very real to me, despite being the best self indulgent daydream scenarios ever: damen hunting claude down (yeah, ruth wanted this to happen), dog getting sick, aimeric's EVERYTHING lol, nik and nicaise talking, etc.
thank you for sending this ask and reading the story through all the ups and downs and... lack of updates on my end!!! it has been the best experience ever, knowing that someone out there is reading and cares about what I made. thank you!!!!!!!!
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