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theyhavetakenovermylife · 3 months

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Could we maybe get a part two of TLR Mikey x reader where she confesses her love to him as he’s dying and they have one last kiss 👉👈

Even Better: part 2 (Angst) (18+)

TLR!Michelangelo x reader

Part 1

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A/N: You certainly can!🧡 But given the nature of the first part, I just had to add smut into this one as well, and once again, my smut breaks weren't working. I was all cuddled up in bed, but then had to turn my heating off, only to start crying right afterwards. Anyway, hope you enjoy, even if you cry😭🖤

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The reader is at least 20. Mikey is in his 40’s.

Warnings: Loss of loved ones, age difference, groping, mutual masturbation, pornstar-ish fingering, dirty talk, manhandling, hard sex, suicide mission, description of blood and death, reader my experience what can only be described as an emotional rollercoster.

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After that first night with Michelangelo, everything had so much better than you could have ever dreamed of. Sure, Mikey was still his gloomy self during the day, brooding and training, talking to himself, laying a plan for the day he would take down Oroku Hiroto. Heck, he even became your sister’s sensei, training her in the ninja arts that he and his brothers had been brought up with.

But that was what happened during the day. Night was much different. Every night, once you were sure that your mother and sister had gone to bed, or left for the streets of New York City above your head, or gone to black market during the night, you would make your way to the Splinter’s old room, which Mikey now called his. That or he would already be standing outside of your door, waiting for you to let him in.

Every night was the same. Mikey would hold you close, and ask you about the dreams you used to have about him. What thoughts had been through your mind, as you touched yourself with his name on your lips. He wanted to know. And once he knew, he would make sure that it would become reality, doing anything you asked him to do, his big hand covering your mouth as he fucked you through out the night, drawing one earth shattering orgasm from you after another.

Each night, after Mikey had made sure both of you had been more than satisfied, he would rest down beside you and hold you close, his thick fingers running circles on your skin as he looked at you. In this position he would slowly open up to you, and tell you all the things that had been plaguing him the past 20 years. The faces of those he had lost, and the many things he had to do in order to survive. You would forever remember that night, where he wondered out loud, how his hands, the hands of a monster, that had taken so many lives, was able to bring such a beautiful creature like you so much pleasure. That comment had stuck with you, in a way that you had not expected it to, running through your head, whenever you saw him walk through the lair.

But as the days passed by, and you and Mikey’s nights became more and more. You could not deny the feelings you had been growing for him. It was more than just physical attraction, stemming from an old fantasy. No, it was stronger. On a short period of time, you had developed strong feelings for Michelangelo, and with each passing day, they only seemed to blossom further.

Then came the day he, your sister and your mother went to Stockman’s island. You hated every minute of it, staying back with a few resistance members, trying to keep up the communications, while making sure the base of operations stayed hidden. But when you lost communication with your mother you almost broke down, and in the short time you lost contact with Mikey and Casey Marie you almost fainted. You feared the worst, remembering how Mikey had said he hated the plan.

And then the power went out, leaving all of New York City in darkness. Whatever they had done, it had worked. And once you heard their voices on the intercom once more, you were overjoyed to know that they were alive.

“I think we won”, Casey Marie said.

“The battle, not the war”, your mom answered her.

“And not at a price I’m willing to pay anymore”, Mikey growled, his voice vibrating through the intercom. At that moment you were too relieved, knowing he was alive, to think about what his words meant. Looking back, you wished you had taken the time to think about what they meant…

You raced to the lair in order to find your family, wanting to celebrate their safe return home in some shape or form. But they were nowhere to be found. Your sister was not in the dojo and your mother wasn't in her lab. But what you did find was a bunch of water, creating small puddles on the floor.

You stared at the water in confusion, wondering where it came from, when you heard a familiar low vibrating sound from Mikey’s room. Your heart started beating fast, as you ran to his room, bursting through the door to find him standing by the bed, wearing his overalls, his body covered in small bandages. He showed no reaction when you came in, instead moving some of his things around, his shell turned to you, walking through the small puddles that had formed on the floor, as if they never were there.

“Mikey”, you breathed out, holding back a sob from pure relief, watching as he slowly turned towards you, his face as scolding as it normally was. “Oh, Mikey, I’m so happy that you’re alive! I was so scared, I thought-”.

He caught you off with his hand wrapping around your neck, before pulling you in for a hungry kiss. You gasped, fumbling to grab onto his overalls as his tongue made its way into your mouth, his other hand roughly grabbing onto your ass, pulling your body against his large firm one, with such ferocity, that you would not think that he had ever touched you before.

“Mikey!”, you gasped, pulling from the kiss, your breathing heavy. His eyes were dark, so deep and dark. “My mom could be here! Casey too!”

“Like I care”, he growled, moving his hand from your throat to your chin, forcing you close to him once more. You yelped as he smacked your still clothed behind, making him growl at the sound that left your mouth. “I need you now, (Y/N)”.

You shivered at his words as they shot straight to your core, all thoughts and worries about your mother and sister disappearing, leaving only the thought of Mikey back. He noticed the effect his words had on you, feeling as you subconsciously started rubbing your thighs together, coupled with the strong aroma he had grown familiar with, ever since that first night with you. You smelled just as amazing, as the day he caught you staring at him, and the night he walked in on you touching yourself to the thought of him.

Mikey pulled you in for another hungry kiss, and this time you returned it with just as much need and hunger. Your lips moved together, as if you had thirsted for years, and the only way to quench the scorching desert in both of your mouths, was by the tongue of the other.

Any other night, Mikey would be calmer, almost back you shiver in anticipation as he asked about your dreams of him. But not tonight. His hand on your ass groped you, pushing you up against his clothed cloaca, grinding onto you. But you could not complain. It was exciting to have him growl and groan against your lips.

Suddenly Mikey let go of your neck, in order to place both of his hands on your rear, roughly lifting you up off the ground. You instinctively tried to wrap your legs around his broad torso, your arms hanging on to him for dear life, still deeply engaged in the wet and sloppy kiss.

Without looking or letting go of you, Mikey moved towards the metal spring bed. He stopped just before the bed, once again moving your hips against him, drawing a needy moan from you. Then suddenly, once against catching you totally off guard, Mikey dropped you onto the bed. The old springs creaked under you as you hit the mattress, falling onto you, staring up at the large terrapin, as he towered over you. You bite your lower lip at the sight of him. Even when he just stood there, still clothed, the very sight of Mikey just did something to you, making your stomach tingle in ways you had never felt before meeting him. And now as he stood over you, it reminded you of that night, where he pulled your blanket off, revealing your naked lower half to him. It did not matter how many night you and Mikey had spent together, that one would always remain at the forefront of your mind.

“Take it off”, Mikey grumbled, nodding towards your clothing. You were stunned for a moment, shocked by how three words could get you so hot and bothered. The way his dark hooded eyes watched you, made your skin feel as if it was on fire. It was becoming too hot with your clothes on. You stared into his eyes as you started undoing your top, another rush of excitement washing through you as you saw his own hand move towards his clothed crotch, slowly tracing over his cloaca as the fabric left your skin.

Mikey hummed as your shirt hit the end of the bed, watching as you started opening your pants, his hand now flatley rubbing against himself. “That’s my girl”.

You sucked a breath in as you pushed your pants down your hips, before throwing them next to your shirt, seeing the vein in Mikey’s neck becoming prominent as he was hit with the strong wave of your arousal, almost making his mouth water. As you sat up on your now naked knees and reached behind your back to undo your bra, Mikey started undoing the straps on his overalls, a growl escaping him as your nipples emerged from their hiding place, becoming hard in the cold air of the lair. That was when Mikey stepped out of his overalls, his hardened member already fully exposed from his cloaca, small droplets of pre-cum gathered at the opening. You reached you for him, wishing to touch his shaft, the inside of his mouth begging you to take him in, but he slapped your hand away. He then grabbed a hold of your legs, pulling them forwards so hard that you fell back onto the bed once more, your legs now spread wide open for him, your dripping core still covered by your underwear.

“Touch yourself”, he demanded. “Show me what you used to do when you thought of me”.

You whimpered at his request, before thinking back to all the times you had touched yourself in your room, fantasizing about the mutant that stood in front of you right now. One of your hands slowly went up to your breast, circling your nipple, while the other went down to the waistline of your underwear, your fingers slowly dipping in. You sighed out loud in pleasure as your fingers found your clit, letting you index finger and middle finger rub slow circles over your little bundle of nerves.

Mikey watched as your hands slowly began to work on yourself, his own hand making its way to his erection, where his thumb started rubbing the top of his spongy head.

The fingers on your breast started pinching your nipples, and the fingers in your underwear moved in faster circles. Mikey let go of himself momentarily, in order to pull your underwear down in one swift move, making you scream out in surprise, before being left bare in front of him.

You watched as Mikey’s hand wrapped around his length, just as your own fingers were finding your entrance. Pushing two fingers into yourself, you let out a pleasurable moan, the hand on your chest grabbing on to your round form. Mikey in turn started moving his hand up and down his shaft, matching the speed of your fingers, small but deep groans escaping him.

Resting his knees against the bed, he leaned over you, his lust blown eyes staring into yours. “Does it feel good?”, he asked, his voice raspy and deep and his eyes strained in focus, making you clench around your own fingers. “Does it feel as good as me?”

“No, Mikey”, you whimpered in response, speeding up the movement of your fingers, curling them inside of you. “This doesn't feel as good as you do”.

“That’s right”, Mikey growled, the speed of his hand increasing to match yours. “Because I can do better than that. So much better”.

“Mikey”, you moaned, letting go of your chest in order to reach out for him. But with a roar like groan, Mikey grabbed a hold of you once more, lifting you up from the bed and holding you against him. He quickly laid down on the bed with his shell resting against the wall, bringing you down with him, pressing your back up against his plastron. One of his hands kept your legs open, while the other sneaked up between your boobs, before grabbing onto your neck, using the forearm between your mounts to keep you pressed against him. Instinctively you held onto his arms, gasping as you felt his large member poke against the small of your back. So many nights had he fucked you with rod poking against you, but here you were, still finding yourself shocked at how big he was.

You turned your head, trying to get a better look at the handsome hold turtle, but he turned your head forward, his hot breath fanning over the side of your face. You shook in anticipation, as you felt the hand that had kept your legs open, glide from your thigh and down towards your yearning center.

“From now on”, Mikey grumbled against your ear, his big fingers getting closer and closer to your core, your hips scooting forwards in order to meet them. “When you touch yourself, you’ll always think of what I’m doing to you tonight”. With those words, two of his fingers found your now overly sensitive clit, rubbing them just like you had shown him. You moaned out loud, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. It was no surprise to you that his fingers felt better than yours. Even though he did almost the exact same thing as you, he did it even better.

On instinct, your legs tried to close your core off from the strong stimulation Mikey’s fingers provided your clit. But that was not passing by the old turtle. Hooking his legs around yours, he forced them apart once more. Your hips started to buckle as Mikey inserted one of his thick fingers into you, curling it upwards, before thrusting it hard and fast into you, making you moan louder than you ever had before. Your mouth wide open in an O shape, as you watched his fingers work on you. The wet sounds from your cunt were lewd, along with the sounds that escaped your lips.

“You love this, don’t you, (Y/N)?”, Mikey groaned into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. “All those times before we met, you’ve wanted my hands instead of yours, didn’t you?”

“Yes!”, you practically screamed. “I fucking love your hands, Mikey!”

As if that had been a code word, Mikey removed his hand from your tight cunt, letting go of your legs, before throwing your back onto the bed. You moaned, not expecting that Mikey throwing you around like a rag doll would turn you on so much. He climbed on top of you, positioning himself between your legs, keeping them wide open for him.

“We both know you love my dick more”, he growled, lining himself up with your entrance, not waiting for your permission before he started moving. You almost screamed out in pleasure, holding on to his broad shoulders as he started fucking you, harder than he had ever done before. You were moaning so loud that you were sure that if anybody was home, they would have heard you long ago. You wondered if the streets of New York could hear it. How good Mikey was fucking you and how you begged him not to stop. The bed was creaking and moving so wildly, to the point where you were sure it would break at any moment. But Mikey did not hold back. Instead his big hand found your chin, holding your head still, making sure you were facing him, while his other hand found way down between the two of you, his thumb working furiously on your clit. You closed your eyes, feeling your high coming closer and closer, threatening to take over your body at a moment's notice.

“No”, Mikey growled. “Look at me, (Y/N). I want to see your eyes when you cum”.

You opened your eyes and held on to Mikey with every fiber of your being. You were so fucking close, and you knew this one was going to be big. The biggest and hardest one Mikey had ever given you.

“What’s my name?”, he growled.

“Mikey”.

“What’s my name?!”, he roared, the bed hitting the wall with each thrust into you.

“Mikey! Oh my god, Mikey! Fuuuuck!” Your moans came out as screams as your body shaking orgasm took over. You cried out as Mikey held your spassing body against him, riding out your high and chasing his own as fast as he could. He came with the loudest moan you had ever heard from him. Your name falling from his lips, so loud and clear you would never be able to forget it. And you never wanted to forget it.

Normally, this was where Mikey would hold you close, taking sweet care of you and making sure that you were okay, before the two of you would talk about whatever was on your mind. But like said before, this night was different.

Mikey took care of you, cleaning you up as needed, before pulling the blanket over you. You didn’t think much of it, expecting him to lay down beside you at any moment. But he didn’t. Instead he just sat down next to you, looking at you with an unreadable expression. Quietly he placed a soft hand on your cheek, tilting your head towards him, before placing a soft kiss on your lips, his lingering against yours for what felt like an eternity and a short time, all wrapped up in one. No hunger, no tongue, no frustration. Just… sadness.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I have to go”, he said, getting up from the bed in order to put on his overalls.

“Mikey?”, you asked in confusion, watching him as he wrapped up his arms, before taking on his gear. Sudden realization hit you, as he pulled the black bandana down over his eyes. “Where are you going?”

Mikey stopped in his tracks for a moment, wondering if he should tell you. No, he couldn’t. You were only 20. He could not let you know, and ruin the bright future you had ahead of you. Or at least, whatever bright future that was possible in a world like this. Maybe it was his own emotions holding him back. The fear of not being able to do it if he told you. Or maybe it was the fear of the hurt there would be in your eyes. But he had to tell you something. That was the least he could do before he would go on with his plan.

“Too many innocents are gettin’ hurt”.

That was when it hit you. Like a wall of bricks. You knew what he was going to do. You yelled, tears forming in your eyes, telling him not to go, but Mikey did answer. Instead he looked down towards his feet, took a deep breath, before turning and walking out the door. You jumped from the bed, your hands and legs shaking as you struggled to put on your clothes. You yelled out the door, screaming and begging him to come back. But he didn’t. And now the water was rising throughout the lair.

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Your legs were hurting as you and Casey Marie ran down the sewers, with your mother’s tracker in hand. Both you and Casey had wanted to find him. Either help him or get him back home. But with the power outage and the rising water levels, you had to stay back and help your mother.

“We’re almost there!”, Casey yelled over her shoulder. And she was right. You were almost there. But just a little too late.

You and Casey jumped out of the sewer and onto the rocky beach. In the brown water you saw the white and partly silver body of Oroku Hiroto floating around with his face down. And on the beach, you saw the unmistakable shape of a mutant turtle. The sight of him laying there, almost unmovable, made your stomach turn and your knees buckle. It took you a moment to gather your senses.

“Sensei!”, Casey yelled, running ahead of you. She fell to her knees next to him, tears running down her face as she pulled out his journal from her backpack. Reality finally managed to catch up with you, as you ran to his side, tears falling down your face as you crawled to his side, your sister already crying.

“Mikey”, you whispered, trying not to choke up, watching the blood run from his mouth.

“I’m… sorry, (Y/N)”, he whispered back. “Had to… do it… it was… my duty… my… destiny. For my family”.

“But we’re your family now. I’m your family now”, you said, fighting the tears that was pushing their way forwards. “And… and I love you, Mikey”, you choked out, watching his dazed eyes become more and more blurred. “I love you so much”.

Mikey’s hand lifted from the ground, before letting it rest against your face, as he forced his last will to look at you. To admire your every feature. The face that had provided him with the last bits of hope he had needed. The only face that had made him feel truly happy for these past 20 years. He felt your warm hand on his, holding him close to you, just like he had held you close all those nights.

“I love you too, (Y/N)”, he whispered back. “Thank you… My time with you… has not just been amazing… but even better”. A tear rolled down your face as slowly let your lips meet, feeling him use his last powers to kiss you, with a tender soft kiss. This time there was no sadness in his soft kiss, but a small bit of happiness and gratitude. Mikey finally knew peace. And with that peace he took his final breath, his hand becoming limb in your grip, and his eyes becoming black. You broke down in tears, cradling his hand against your face. Michelangelo, the last of the ninja turtles, and the man that you had fallen in love with, was gone. His spirit now living peacefully with the rest of his family.

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bibiwrld · 2 months

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Nerdy Loser Anakin Skywalker!— Jealous! pt.2

Pairing: Nerdy loser Anakin! x Black fem oc!

Content warning: A very jealous Anakin

“H-hey Sydnee.” The cherry cheeked Anakin greeted Sydnee, as she typed away on her laptop.

Giving him a quick glance and a smile warm enough to make Anakin overheat, she answered back. “Hi Ani, done with your last class? How was it?”

Anakin smiled to himself, listening to her nails clicking and clacking against the keys. He loved when she asked about the little things.

He looked around the dining hall and it was quite silent this time around, everyone was probably still in their lectures. He then brought his gaze across the table from him, looking at a very concentrated Sydnee. “Y-yeah, nothing I couldn’t handle, but what are you doing?” He moved around to her side of the table, his bag on his lap. “Do you need any help?” He leaned closer to her, trying to see her laptop screen.

She chuckled and looked at him, their lips almost touching. “No Ani, it’s a group project.”

“Who’s your partner?” He leaned away, staring at her plump lips.

“Gray.” She answered nonchalantly.

Anakin’s brows furrowed and voice raised. “Gray Nixon?”

“Mhm.”

Gray Nixon, the college athlete known for his looks and frat parties. Anakin knows exactly who he was, and that guy didn’t seem like the type to actually take part in academic activities.

He sighed, looking at how hard she was working. “Syd, let me help, he’s not going to hel—”

“Sorry I’m late, coach extended practice.” Gray chuckled, wiping his wet face with a small towel.

“I was starting to think you were dumping all the work on me.” Sydnee said playfully and stopped typing.

“I would never do that to you, Syd.” Gray grinned, taking a seat beside her.

What the hell?

Anakin couldn’t believe his eyes, Gray Nixon doing work?? And he’s calling her Syd, as if they knew each other for ages.

He didn’t like this one bit.

“Oh who’s this?” Gray was focused on Anakin now. His voice falling flat when he saw him.

Sydnee was sandwiched between the two. “ That’s Anakin, he’s my friend.”

Friend.

Anakin was seething in his seat. She was right, what else could she introduce Anakin as? Her fuck buddy, sex partner? It’s not like they were actually together, all they did was have sex. Amazing, intense, beautiful sex, Anakin would go as far to call it love making.

“Oh.” Was all Gray replied to Sydnee.

For the time Anakin was there, Gray and Sydnee were giggling and talking, and even more giggling, were they even doing this so called project?

Anakin couldn’t take this anymore. He stood up, looking down at her. “I’m going home, bye Sydnee.”

She answered him in between laughs, not even sparing him a glance. “Bye Anakin!”

His jaw clenched. What about Ani?

He waited for her to say she’ll see him later, or that she’ll text him, just something. Something to say in front of Gray to prove that he wasn’t just any regular friend, just something to ward Gray off like some evil entity.

But she never did.

Anakin drove home in complete silence.

He was so damn jealous, it was so pathetic to him.

Anakin barely got to spend time with Sydnee, as she was busy with her so called project. She never returned his texts or desperate calls— just how long do they need to work on a project?

To Anakin, it felt like it’s been weeks, but in reality, it’s been only 3 days.

Every time he saw on her campus, he’d approach her, hoping they could hang out, but she’d always reply—

“I have to meet Gray later for the project.”

“Ani, you know my project still isn’t done, Gray is meeting me in 5.”

“Gray is—”

Gray this, Gray that— what about Anakin?! Where was the time for him? He couldn’t stand to be apart from Sydnee for such a long period of time.

To try and keep his mind off of things, he went to the gym constantly, doing intense workouts and weight lifting. For 3 days, his routine has been class, gym, home, repeat. He realized how lonely it was without Sydnee. He missed when she’d ask questions about the books he’d recommended her, but never answering her because he didn’t want to spoil it for her, but still giving in because how could he say no to that face?

Today, he finished his last workout and chugged down water like he’s been in a desert, getting water all over himself.

Gasping, he removed the bottle from his mouth, wiping it and his eyes slowly traveled out the window to see none other than Sydnee.

That made Anakin quite alert.

She was walking and talking with his cousin Chloe, and her friends Dakota and Lilian, and that June girl, who he had know idea why Sydnee kept around, the girl is a ball of negative energy.

Packing his gym bag and rushing out, he wiped his face with a small towel.

“Syd!”

The entire group paused and looked up at him with curious eyes.

He felt a bit embarrassed under their stare. He never really wore his gym attire in front other people— he barely comfortable wearing it in the gym for others to see.

“Ani, hey.” Sydnee smiled.

“Are you free?”

“We should get going, I don’t want to hear this conversation.” June rolled her eyes.

Finally something her and Anakin could agree on, he seriously didn’t want any of them to hear how embarrassingly jealous he got.

Sydnee waved off her friends. “See you guys.” She then looked to Anakin. “Is everything okay?”

He huffed, closing his eyes. “We haven’t hung out in a while.”

“Because me and Gray are busy with the pr—”

“The project, I know. That’s all you ever talk about.” He blinked, clenching his jaw.

Sydnee’s brows furrowed at his sudden change in attitude. “Is there a problem you have or something?”

First mistake he made was talking over her.

He sighed, trying to avoid any confusion. “I-I don’t have a problem.”

Her eyes squinted at him. Oh she was mad and Anakin didn’t like when she got mad.

“Then what is it?” Her head slightly tilted to the side. “I’m not some fucking booty call you could just hit up whenever you want, Anakin!”

“Sydnee.”

People walked by and gave strange stares.

“I have a life outside of you, you know that ri—”

“I’m jealous!” He confessed pathetically.

Sydnee blinked rapidly at his sudden blurt. “What?”

“I’m jealous of Gray, I feel like he’s trying to take you away. It’s so stupid, but I’m jealous and I miss you and I miss us hanging out.” His bottom lip quivered. “A-and I do miss the sex too, but you’re not a booty call, never call yourself that again.”

Her entire demeanor changed, she was now soft and concerned. “Anakin.”

He squeezed his small towel. “I know I’m not your boyfriend and I shouldn’t feel like this, but how should I feel watching the girl I like, get close with another guy?”

She crashed into his muscular and sweaty body, her arms wrapped around him tightly and her face buried into his chest.

That caught him off guard, his face heating up as people eyed them. “S-Syd..w-we’re in public.”

“I don’t care.”

“And I’m sweaty, I just came from the gym.”

“Still don’t care.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around her.

“I’m sorry for not answering your texts and calls, I seriously was busy, honestly.” She apologized, breaking away from the tight embrace.

“It’s okay.” He smiled down at her. “Soo, are you do—”

She laughed, “Yes, the project is done and we can hang out. Besides, Gray is so boring, don’t know why you were even jealous.”

“He’s boring? Really?” Anakin rose a brow.

“Extremely. Can we go back to your place and talk about it?” She bit her bottom lip.

He gave her a flustered smile. “Y-yeah.”

#my works💌🌷#hayden christensen #anakin fluff #jealous anakin #anakin fic #college anakin skywalker #anakin the nerd💋!#nerdy anakin skywalker #nerdy anakin

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mariefilms · 11 months

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╰───► Summer in Europe - e. williams

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Pairing- mafia princess and assassin!ellie williams x assassin!black fem reader

Warnings- 18+ MDNI!!!!! angst, smut, references/allusions to murder, dirty talk, pet names ( ma, baby), fingering (r! receiving), squirting, use of strap on, multiple orgasms (2), uhhhh i think that’s it.

Synopsis- you and ellie found love when you were both at your lowest, a summer in rome was one of your best ideas until you got a call telling you to kill the love of your life.

a/n- this is my first time writing smut so don’t be too harsh🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 (nsfw under the cut) this was originally supposed to be a oneshot but it was getting long so i decided to split it up into to 2-3 parts, i hope you guys like it !!

it was the summer of 2027 when you fell in love with her. you were only supposed to stay in Italy for two weeks before you met her. ellie was captivating, nothing like anybody you’d ever seen before. she was so hooked on you she followed you around like a puppy not knowing what dangers being in your presence would entail. The lavish dates and time you and ellie spent together only progressed your love for each other. unfortunately, you were needed back home. you had to take care of a client even if you wanted to stay in your little fantasy bubble with ellie. the trip wasn't supposed to last this long and sadly, your work was calling you. you’d never abandoned it for this long of a time period. Therefore, it was time to get back to the real world and out of this lovesick haze. ellie decided it was best to treat you to one last dinner before you had to leave even though she never knew if you were coming back. It was one of the best dates you had ever been on since you’d come to rome. ellie made sure your every need was met and she couldn't help but fall into the pit of love deeper and deeper, not knowing how you would crush her heart and she would crush yours.

on your way back home you got a call from your handler, he was seething at your radio silence for the past three months and didn’t want to have to report it to the higher-ups. that would start a worldwide manhunt neither of you wanted to deal with. “seth, it’s fine ok. i just needed a break.and you of all people should know the importance of that.” sighing, you grabbed a glass of champagne that was offered to you by a waiter.

to your luck, he relented on his incessant nagging (it was all in worry for your well-being, he was getting old and he couldn’t keep saving your ass anymore now) and told you about your next job that needed to be done asap. your assignment was to seduce and kill the notorious mob princess and best assassin the world had seen since julio santana, ellie williams. adoptive daughter of joel miller and tess miller.

your heart dropped in familiarity with her name. everything around you became muddled when you realized. you couldn’t believe your luck. it would only be you who’d have to kill the one and the only person who you loved. “ i-i can’t do this one seth.”

“what- why can’t you do it? you’ve never been opposed to taking a job before. what’s wrong about this one!?”

“its a conflict of interest seth! i can’t fulfill an assignment on someone i know very fucking intimately!” you yelled into the phone and throwing your hands up in the air. this was easily becoming one of the worst days of your life, and you’ve had more of those than you could count.

“what a load of bullshit! you know all of your victims intimately that is the whole point of your job y/n!” he yelled back and you tried not to snap at him because he did take very good care of you but you were tired of his shit.” it’s fucking different seth! this isn’t some one night stand type of thing! i fell for her! i cant and wont fucking do it!” you were seething in your seat in the plane trying not to disturb the other passengers.

“i don’t give a shit about that y/n! you will do what needs to be done, you KNOW, the damn rules!” you tuned him out after that. you didn’t want to hear the truth and tried not to think about the inevitable.

seth was rambling in your ear, still going on and on about how you have no choice and the threat of the higher-ups still lingering because of your long absence, and how you fucked up falling in love with someone from the mob. you tried to argue you didn’t know she was from the mob, just rich but he wouldn’t hear it. you could honestly give less of a fuck about the higher ups but you remembered why you were even in this business in the first place, making your decision a pretty easy one. deciding you had enough of his incessant whining you took the job with a broken heart.

it was october when you finally made your way back to italy. you took a month at home of getting your affairs in order to successfully complete this assignment. you cried so much throughout the downtime to the point where you had nothing left in you but deep despair. the urge of going MIA and not completing the mission was strong, but you couldn’t do that, you made a promise and had a job to do. you couldn’t let a measly love affair stop you even if she meant the world to you. you had to keep up your end of the bargain or shit would get messy.

after you landed at the airport you went through baggage claim and made your way to the lobby before you spotted ellie waiting for you. your heart warmed and filled with dread all at once when you saw her. you rolled your suitcase up to her and smiled when she turned to look at you. ellie looked so pretty standing in front of you. she looked at you like you hung the stars. her piercing green eyes were shining with love while she dragged her gaze on you up and down smiling brightly.

“hi baby” she greeted you breathlessly and wrapped her arms around your waist while going in for a deep kiss. you reciprocated instantly, never getting used to the way she made you feel. you broke the kiss and smiled back up at her. “i missed you so much” you whispered into her lips. “me too, ma” she whispered back before kissing you again but this time it was more vigorous. she ran her hands up and down your sides feeling all your curves and committing them to memory. she'd missed this so much, she'd missed you so much. despite the timing of your relationship, she felt a deep connection to you. ellie couldn’t fathom you leaving her anymore after you came back and decided to stay with her. she squeezed you tighter not wanting to let you go (in more ways than one) but knew y’all had to get back so she could help you unpack and finally fuck you like she’d been wanting to.

“let’s get back, wanna show you much i missed you” she whispered in your ear while her hands drifted down to your ass and cupped it through your jeans. you gasped and pushed her off of you while laughing. “have some decency, we're in public ellie!” she rolled her eyes at you before smacking your ass and grabbing your bags. “you wasn’t saying that while i was tonging you down” your face went warm at her words, forgetting how bold she tended to be, not being afraid to speak anything that was on her mind. “ok but that’s completely different than you groping me!” you smacked her arm and she just laughed at your response, pulling you into her while you both walked out the airport and into her car. her driver was waiting outside of it and took your bags from her. he then opened the door so you both could get in.

during the ride back to ellie’s place, your mind couldn’t stop racing. you felt so wrong for lying to ellie like this. acting like you were here in rome to continue your relationship with her but actually on an assignment to kill her. it was weighing so heavy on you that ellie noticed the shift in your demeanor. she didn’t know why you started to feel upset but she had a feeling it was about you being back in rome away from home and familiarity. she had no clue what your real intentions were, she was still under the impression that you were here for her and trying to commit to a serious relationship, not just a fling. ellie didn’t know that you knew what she did for a living and who she was connected to. she prayed you’d never have to see or experience that side of her. when she was handling her business she was a different person. her anger issues peaking and making her seem borderline psychotic. she wasn’t proud of what she did for a living but it’s what she grew up around ever since joel picked her up off the streets, saving her from a piece of shit who didn’t know how to keep his hands off of little girls.

ever since then she vowed to ruthlessly murder anybody who thought it was ok to do anything remotely close to that.

when ellie’s driver finally pulled up to her house your mood had brightened significantly. ellie was trying her hardest to cheer you up during the long drive the best she could and it worked for the most part. you still had a heavy weight on your shoulders from the responsibility of taking ellie’s life but you decided to not let it bother you for the rest of the day. you needed to appreciate all the time you had left with ellie.

ellie’s driver, who you later learned was named jesse, opened the door for you both to get out of the car and go inside.

“hey love, wait inside for me. i need to take an important call real quick.” ellie kissed your cheek before rounding to the other side of the black g-wagon.

you sighed before agreeing to her demand and walked into ellie’s home. it was a black interior and exterior modernesque house that was ducked off from the bustling city of rome. you’d been here many times in the 3 months you first visited but it never failed to take your breath away. jesse brought your bags in while you got settled in. since ellie was outside taking a call you felt this was the perfect time to hide your weapons to lower any levels of suspicion— not that ellie suspected you, you were just paranoid and had a lot of guilt.

luckily you managed to hide them in very obscure places and avoided being seen by jesse and just in time before ellie ended her phone call, dismissed jesse and finally came inside to spend time with you.

she found you in the kitchen and you were praying she didn’t notice how wound up you were. just seconds before she made her way into the kitchen you had hidden a pistol in a compartment behind the oven. you felt like you were sweating bullets and tried to act as normal as possible when she came up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist and giving your neck little pecks. “what are you doing in here baby?” she mumbled into the kisses she was giving your neck, stirring up a sizzling heat in your lower regions.

“nothin’, i just decided that i wanted to cook something today instead of us going out again.” you giggle at her kisses turning ticklish and feeling her smile against your neck while she sways with you in her arms to a random beat in her head.

you turned around in her arms ready to tell her you needed to start gathering the ingredients before she cut you off with a toe-curling kiss.

“i missed you so much baby. that was the worst month of my life” you laughed at her dramaticness. “i know el, it was hard for me too but i’m here now and i won’t be leaving anytime soon.” you were lying to her and it hurt so much but you had to keep up appearances and not alert ellie to anything being wrong with you.

she pulled you into another deep kiss, tongues sliding together and you both moaning into it before you tried to pull back so you could actually start cooking. ellie on the other hand didn’t want to let you go. she could stay kissing you forever but she knew you had to start on the dish you wanted to make and finally broke the kiss not before grabbing your ass and rubbing on it. she had a panty-dropping smirk on her face as she looked at you. she knew the power she had over you and your body and wasn’t afraid to use it.

“ellie, no. move. i’m trying to cook and you tryna fuck me” you were laughing as you kept trying to remove her hands from your ass while she started back kissing on your neck, implementing teeth and sucking your skin, trying to leave her mark on you.

“you can still cook like this” she smirked against your skin at your scandalized gasp.

“ellie you know damn fucking well, move your ass !” you smacked her forearm so she could take you seriously and move.

she gave you one last peck on your lips before letting you get back to cooking, “ok ok fine, but i hope you didn’t forget about what i said at the airport” she whispered breathily in your ear before, once again, smacking your ass and walking out of the kitchen with a proud smile on her face.

“ooh i can’t stand her fine ass !” you bit your lip before whispering to yourself and turning to start cooking one of your favorite dishes from back home that you had a feeling ellie would love.

once you finally got done cooking the jambalaya, you called ellie down while you were making hers and your plate. she kissed your cheek before going to sit at the table, you walking behind her and sitting right across from her at the table. the dinner reminded you of every date ellie took you on at a expensive restaurant, except more intimate and intoxicating.

before digging in you asked ellie to try it and tell you if she liked it. you know she’s never had something like this before so you really hoped she would.

when she took a bite she literally moaned out loud. you busted out laughing at her response, your efforts to conceal it were futile and it came out anyway, “i take it i did good huh?” she nodded her head fervently and started to scarf her plate down.

“wait- el slow down! it’s not going anywhere” you tried to stop her from eating too fast and too much and later having a stomach cramp. “ i can’t stop it’s so good baby. i don’t know how i’ve never gotten to eat this good in my life.” she heaved after a particularly big bite. you covered your mouth trying not to laugh at her appearance after tearing her plate up. the bottom half of her face was covered in the sauce from the jambalaya with little rice pieces, and she was leaning back in her seat trying to catch her breath.

“ellie you have so much shit on your face” you couldn’t hold your laugh in anymore and it finally busted out.

“what? where?” she started wiping everywhere but where she had smudges of sauce on her. “girl- you know what let me get it!” you stood up and walked to ellie’s side of the table before bending down and using your hands to wipe the remnants of sauce and rice crumbs on her face. as you wiped some crumbs off of her lip ellie licks your thumb in while staring deeply into your eyes and giving it a hard suck. “thank you for the meal baby” she smirks against your thumb still resting on your lip.

“fuck it.” you crashed your lips against ellie’s, taking her by surprise. she moaned into your lips before pulling you into her lap so she could kiss you properly. she sucked on your bottom lip and intertwined her tongue with yours, completely tonguefucking your face in an agonizingly rough pace making you grow so wet in her lap. you were a moaning mess and couldn’t control your hips, rutting down against ellie and adding slight stimulation to hers and your clit.

“mm fuck” ellie groaned into your mouth when she felt you start grinding against her. she dragged her hands down your sides, up and down your back, through your braids, and finally landed on your ass. she loves your ass so much it was crazy. she smacked one cheek before making you grind down harder after hearing you whine and whimper into her. you started bucking your hips uncontrollably when she kissed you particularly hard that sent shiver through your body and had you dampening your panties even more.

“fuckkk ellie” you were so needy for her. she’s the only one that’s made you fell this good out of the many nameless and faceless one night stands you’d had in the past. you needed her to do something about the ache in your pussy and you needed it now.

“ellie cmonnnnn, i’m ready” you whined into her mouth trying to move her hand where you wanted her as she started trailing her kisses lower and lower down your neck. suckling on your collarbone and making a dark hickey appear. “i know, baby i know.”

ellie picked you up while you were still situated in her lap. she made her way to her bedroom while she kissed you deeply managing to not hit too many walls on the way. when she entered her room she threw you on the bed before going into one of her drawers and grabbing some lube, her harness and the black long and girthy dildo that was usually attached to it.

you couldn’t believe how fine she was and how lucky you were able to spend time with her, not wanting to sour your mood with the burden you still carried heavily on your shoulders, you pulled ellie by her tattooed arm on top of you so you could kiss her again but she turned down your advances of trying to deepen the kiss, only giving you a couple pecks before she started making her way down your body, the body she was so in love with.

she trailed kisses down your neck and stopped at your boobs, pressing little pecks between them before taking your right nipple into her mouth and trailing her right hand down to the wetness in between your thighs. rubbing your clit through your panties and making you moan lowly out loud. she used her left hand to knead your left nipple before she plopped off your right to give some attention to the left.

you were out of it. face blissed out with no thoughts behind your eyes. all you could think about was ellie and how much you wanted her mouth and fingers all over you. “ellie please. stop teasing and fuck me!” you whined at the stimulation you were receiving. she chuckled at your impatience and ended up giving in to you, she could never say no to your pretty pouty face.

“ok pretty girl, i’ll give you what you want '' ellie gave you one more toe-curling kiss while removing your soaked underwear before dropping down to your gushing pussy and circling her tongue around your clit. you moaned out so loud and it made ellie so wet, grinding down into the mattress while she hooked her hands under your thighs and pushed them into your chest. ellie licked a long stripe up and down your slit before going back to sucking your clit into her mouth.

you were a moaning mess. everything she did to you felt so good to the point of insanity. she was making you feel so fucking good you didn’t know what to do with your hands. deciding on gripping her hair and messing up her sloppily put-up bun, grinding hard into her face. she groaned into your pussy and sunk two fingers into you before curling them and abusing that sweet spot she knew would have you seeing stars. your eyes rolled back as you felt her attack your g-spot. you couldn’t control your sounds at all. she could hear all the little noises your mouth made and loved it. she lifted her head out of your juices to use her other hand to rub on your clit roughly making you jerk in her hold before she held you down. “yeaaaa let me hear you baby. pussys so wet f’ me”

she was easily becoming pussydrunk. the way your cunt gushed out your wetness and started creating a white ring around her fingers that were fucking into you hard and deep. she couldnt get enough.

“fuck- fucking love this pussy baby” she drawled out breathlessly before diving back in and attacking your clit with her tongue.

“tell me whos pussy this is?” she rubbed on your clit hard.

“yours ellie! it’s your pussy, shit!”

you were bucking and spasming as you felt your orgasm crashing down on you. “ellie- mm- fuck fuck, m’ gonna cum, m’ gonna cum ellie!” you screamed out as you felt the knot that had been building in your stomach since she kissed you in that airport lobby burst, your eyes rolled back from the intensity and her refusal to stop rubbing your clit.

“mm- fucking love this pussy. cum on my face baby, fuck- i want it all” she pistoned her fingers into you faster and doubled downed on your clit drawing your orgasm out and making you cry out from overstimulation. “shittttt- that’s it baby” ellie pulled her fingers out of you and sucked on them savoring the taste of you and moaning wantonly around them. she kissed your clit again before sitting up to put her strap on and lube it up.

you were still overstimulated when she slapped it on your clit twice. “mm’ no more el” you tried to run from her but she pulled you back and flipped you on your stomach. “uh uh baby you know i’m not done with you.” she rubbed her fingers in your juices again before lining up and pushing inside of you.

“fuckkkkk—“ she groaned as she sunk her dick into you like she could feel you open up for her and squeeze down when she hit your g-spot again.

you cried out when she was all the way in. you felt so full and good. “fuck ellie!” you whimpered into the pillow as she started thrusting into you.

“mm’ look at you. fuck— pretty pussy wrapping around me so good” she groaned and punctuated her words with a hard thrust spreading your cheeks so she could get a good look at your pussy opening up for her. her thrusts were sending you up the bed and making you almost hit the headboard. she was fucking you sooo good and deep keeping you pinned down to the point where you couldn’t move, all you could do was take her brutal thrusts. “ellieellieellie, i can’t- i cant- fuck!” you felt her brush against your cervix and sobbed into her pillows. you couldn’t think, she was making you feel so good, you pushed your hand back on her stomach to get her to let up but she slapped your hand away and ground deeply into you in response making her feel immense stimulation on her clit from the harness and you felt her deep in your guts your eyes crossed so hard you saw stars.

“nah you can take it shit—baby, stop. fucking. running.” she thrust into you hard following it with a deep grind making you lose your mind. you were a whimpering mess and couldn’t hold your orgasm anymore, only this time it felt more intense and powerful.

“ellie mm’ fuck! m’ gonna cum!” trying to run away from the powerful sensation again. ellie slapped your ass as a reprimand. “stop fucking moving and take it.” she was holding your hips in place and fucking the shit out of you. you couldn’t speak anymore, the only noises coming out of your mouth were little renditions of ellie ellie please! and loud moans and whimpers before your orgasm crashed out of you with a strong liquid. “fuuuckk baby” ellie moaned hard above you, throwing her head back, when she felt your wetness hit her. she ground into you even harder until she was cumming from the friction.

you were spent and didn’t have another orgasm in you. you slumped down into the bed as ellie pulled out of you, discarding the harness and laying down wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close.

she kissed you all over your face and neck whispering sweet nothings. you smiled in her embrace and hugged her tightly. “i missed you so much,” she whispered into your lips before giving you a deep kiss. it was passionate and conveyed her love for you that she was too scared to confess yet. you returned it with the same passion and with a hint of despair. you started to remember the reason you were here in the first place and pulled away from her, not wanting her to take notice in your steadily dropping mood.

unfortunately she did feel your mood change and she looked at you with a question in her eyes, you just shook your head before giving her a peck on the lips and dragging her to the bathroom on your wobbly legs so y’all could clean up. “i fucked the shit outta you huh?” she mocked your words from earlier and grabbed your ass (for the 2726366th time) you swatted her hand out of the way and pulled her into the shower with you.

ellie smiled at you as you began washing eachother. you were in complete bliss and didn’t want this illusion to end but unfortunately time wasn’t on your side and you needed to complete your mission soon or you’d have to deal with so many consequences worse than death.

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gerrydelano · 18 days

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DANNY GOING 💥 ANON HERE. HEWWO. I AM SO GLAD THIS ISN'T CANON

this is perhaps??? the 8th time im rewriting this??????????? but i keep coming back to it. you're one of my favourite authors period so i HAD to just fuckging. absorb all of this so i could process it correctly.

okay okay so

1. widower tim breaks my fucking heart. like really there is no way to properly convey this to you over the screen. like. his whole thing is love, right? it's why he's the witness in literally every iteration of the gtcu. so for him to have to actually Witness gerry's death and be the most broken i have seen him across three aus where the world ends in every one of them breaks me. beyond belief. you and ren made him my favourite (next to danny) and then some. waugh

1b. 'a spire in the fog' A LIGHTHOUSE WITHOUT A LIGHT, YOU COULD SAY?

1c. i don't remember the ronologue it was exactly but it said that marriage wasn't a serious consideration but wife is a nickname that gerry loves?

2. pink is jon's honesty colour. he is wearing a pink kurta. i am going to sob.

2b. the description of the sunny day that gerry died on makes me wail.

3. MELANIE'S EVERYTHING. I LOVE HER SO MUCH. I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE IDEA OF HER MAKING A MEMORIAL VIDEO FOR GERRY FEATURING ALL THE STATEMENT GIVERS WHO WE HELPED. TIMOTHY HODGE. CAROLINE. CALLUM.

4. divishah and the cocoa. god. actually rewinding a little to say that i made it to 'no more estrogen' before crying. sasha did lose a sister!!!! HER BROTHER DIED AND SO DID HER SISTER. FUCK

4b. okay back to the cocoa. that was really kind of her to come all the way down to the archives just to bring them all a treat i love her so much.

4c. SASHA LIKE. REVERSE WITNESSING TIM? IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT GOD. GOD GOD GOD /pos

4c(i) sasha and tim's sections ending the same then danny's ending as the inverse of that. they are the siblings 4ever.

5. DANNY. DANNY!

5b. okay i am really fucking pleased because i think i figured out a through line here. I will put it in a second ask because i need to back (9th time now!) to make sure i am correct so i will leave my miscellaneous observations here

danny only names himself in his dialogue once he recalls coming back when gerry can't

he calls himself the bull and Martin the tamer like how the contortionist did

tim standing in the doorway and blocking him out reminds me of hlm when danny comes to tims house the first time and tim refers the black out curtains he had to get bc of jon's stalking? that's like. the loosest connection ever lmao but it's a parallel and it hurts. (warm and solid vs cold and intangible...)

seconding this by the description of tim's eyes being the same way as the 'nothing. and nothing hurt' that keeps popping up in rtd.

also thanking you for letting danny cry? that sounds weird but it's nice to see a moc that just. is allowed to let it out. i am rotating him (all of them really) in my head

BOOM ANOOOON i'm so glad to see you! you really did just Infiltrate My Brain with that ask and i got completely overtaken and it feels like it's been more than 5 days ngl. thank you So much for the inspiration, i did have a lot of fun with this exercise, it was a challenge to kill my favorite LOL.

cracks knuckles here we go

1. widower tim breaks MY heart! "his whole thing is love, right?" you GET IT! his whole thing IS love! i can't see him as anything other than the witness at this point, even if pbr!witness is extremely different and Much Wetter than the original rtd!witness. him witnessing gerry's death in here is actually just fucking awful because he'd subsist on it in a very specific way; the arrangement renders it a suicide just as much as a murder. writing him this broken was so painful but so satisfying djhfkjdf tim is a worthy favorite to have! he's always been my favorite of the original archives crew, if it wasn't Blatantly Obvious by how much we center him LMAO.

1b. a lighthouse without a light.... you're krilling me, boom anon. shrimply krilling me.

1c. i believe it was the one about gerry being a transfem gay man!

2. pink! is the jon honesty color! yes!!!! he's been quite forthright this whole time i think, they're all really just. wondering what the point would be in anything else.

2b. i neeeeded that anachronism there so badly, just. it's a bright summer day! it's never actually raining or dreary when things like this happen (unless you recall that it was raining in venice when tim was drowned. that time it rained.) but generally, the world goes on. i think... i also just wanted that sunny day to be a little reminder of the kind of person gerry was at his core. symbolism etc etc.

3. i was SOOOO STUMPED ON MELANIE for a WHILE before i remembered she was a youtuber and then i exploded on the spot. her video is titled "the long overdue absolution of gerard keay" and she works for six months to make it perfect and it gets a lot of bad attention and skeptics but mostly condolences and maybe even a few people who had their own experiences but didn't recognize who he was until they saw a picture of him smiling. she'd include selfies they'd taken together as proof of her knowing him. i'm crying a little.

4. sasha losing a sister is a phrase i had a hard time with because there are so many ways to read it, like. that was her best friend's wife, and so kind of her sister that way, but also just. a sister. no more estrogen. no more joy.

4b. divshah is a sweet and thoughtful little bee girl and i am so sorry to her forever because people definitely make fun of her but GERRY NEVER DID! GERRY NEVER DID!

4c. sasha reverse witnessing tim GUHHHH yep! yep! her whole corruption thing is about grief, too, it crosses lines! they all have to do with loss in one way or another!

4c(i). YES YOU NOTICED THE INVERSE YESSSS my work here is complete

5. DANNY INDEED! FUCK!

5b. 9 times jhbfkjnfkjn wildman! i'm crying again!

observations:

YES I AM SO GLAD YOU NOTICED THAT TOO i didn't want him to name himself much in his pov section but i needed to use it there and GUH. you are the most observant and you made my night jdfhbdk

always comes back to the bullfighter and the bleeding man dunnit

that's a fun connection to make tbh!!!! i was saying to ren today "you know what'd Suck the most? if tim didn't even let him in the house and they just talked in the doorway" and they were like "then you have to do it. if it sucks the most that's what you have to do." and YEP! it sucks the most to me!!!! for precisely that reason!

tim's eyes also hurt me like hi mr. spooky man maybe work on that a little bit please g-d you're gonna scare a small child like that. very good connection to rtd though you are NAILING IT and i am over the MOON.

danny crying is extremely important to me for that reason too yes g-d. like. all the other men cried in this, too (especially tim YIKES, MAN) but something about letting danny just weep openly and in such a human way felt like. g-d he's needed this for such a long time. so much longer than anybody is able to count. he needed to let that out and be held through it and he needed to accept that comfort and it's not the first time, really! i try not to be too restrained with letting characters cry because there are a thousand reasons that somebody might like, feel good about seeing it just play out naturally and without shame.

thank you so much for your observations and your enthusiasm and just, everything, jfhbkjnfkjn gosh WOW thank you!

#asks #anon #💥#bad end tag #pbr tag #reviews

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toyafreethoughts · 7 months

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Hello again! I am here for the match up trade we spoke about; the fandoms I would like to be romantically matched up in are HXH(no Hisoka!!!!), black butler, jjba(part 4), One piece, Oran high school host club, danganronpa 2, final fantasy 7, devil man cry baby, demon slayer(I would love a demon), and blue lock.

I am panromantic with a male lean, I don’t really care for pronouns(but I mainly use she/her), and I’m an ISTP Aquarius.

I have chin length curly blonde hair with green eyes and ivory skin tone; I’m extremely insecure about my face and body. I’m 5’5” with a mixed grunge aesthetic. I’m built strong and stocky with longer legs. I have scars on my shoulders and back that I’m not a fan of showing to people.

I am relatively an introvert and tend to keep to myself and the people I care for, I enjoy having my time alone but I enjoy having verbal and physical connectings with others. I am quite nice and enjoyable to be around but if you start off or get off on the wrong foot with me at any time it is very hard to change that. I do have a slight bit of anger issues and will lash out at those who tick me off. I protective over those I care for and will do anything to make sure they are happy, even if it means I’m not. I can also be pretty chaotic and have surges of energy; but those drop quickly

I enjoy music like grunge, rock, indie and alternative, but I will listen to most others if I’m introduced to it. I enjoy drawing both digitally and on paper along with story writing and making characters. I enjoy nature and bug anatomy(but I love staying inside all warm and comfortable on my couch). I love cooking and baking by myself and with other people and I enjoy just talking with others about what we like to each other

I dislike red meats, people who are full of themselves or wanting to be topic of conversation always, people who are loud and noise for no reason at all. I dislike being out in public for long periods of time and I dislike disloyalty in relationships.

If I were to think of my ideal partner, I want someone who is loyal to me, who will always be there for me when I need them. I want to be able to be both best friends with them and partners with them. I want someone who can keep up with me but also just cuddle with me and be there. I want someone who won’t right away trust me, but I want someone who once they will, they will be open with me so I can help them with what ever they need help with.

Have a good day/night and just text me if you need anything!!

Ladies, Gentleman, and Non-Bianary Pals we interrupt your day with a special trade matchup for @therapy-ghost !!

A/N: thank you so much for your patience Ms. Ghost :) i hope you enjoy all your matchups as much as possible—! Let’s start this.

Songs I was listening to: Mind Brand - Maretu, Dispair Incident - Sumia, every pill - kets4eki, asteria and pedro, Tricky House - Xikers, CAKE - Itzy, Vegas - Doja Cat, STAR WALKIN’ - Lil Nas X, Congratulations - Post Malone

Your HXH partner will be…

Shalnark!

In my opinion, i think the two of you would just vibe together you two got along together pretty quickly, you guys would have a lot of conversations on anything important or not they were always the best.

He can also stand your chaotic energy, though it would probably tire him out.

Even though he sees his victims as puppets he would never think that way with you at all, you made him feel something he never felt for ages, I don’t think he would do any PDA but when y’all are in a private area he will be very, very affectionate with you.

He would also listen to anything your listening to such as rock, indie, alternative music, whatever it is and even if it isn’t to his tastes he would say anything and just relax with you.

Your Black Butler partner is no other than…

Undertaker!

While he is a eccentric and enigmatic person while you are a nice and somewhat chaotic person you’d both be perfect for each other!

He will always giggle whenever you guys are having conversations, he’s not like laughing at you of course, it just means he enjoys having chats with you.

You guys will always be a chaotic pair, sometimes you even prank people (mostly ciel) and you guys will be laughing your asses off! There’s no doubt that this is probably his first romantic relationship he will always stay loyal to you, why wouldn’t you think he wouldn’t? There’s no other person out there like you—!

He would also admire you drawing, cooking, baking and etc, he would love to taste test with whatever you cooked! Or if you drew something and gave it to him he’ll forever treasure it and protect it with his life.

Your JJBA partner is…

Josuke Higashikata!

This was a little bit hard for me but after some thinking I thought Josuke would be a good match for you! You guys didn’t really start off bad in my opinion, i think that he was very respecting of your angerness and decided to say hi to you and have a conversation and then it went on from there!

I think you both are very protective of each other, i also think that if he see’s anyone trying to flirt with you he’ll be boiling with jealousy, but I think you would comfort him anyways and he’ll be okay for the rest of the day :)

You guys are like the best friends to lovers troupe lol, he started falling more in love with you when he would always have conversations with you and also because of your fascinating personality.

If you’ve been out in public for to long and you ask your boyfriend, josuke, if you can go home he’ll be taking you back home without a word or complaint.

Your One Piece partner is…

Shanks!

Honestly, I feel like he’s a great match for you, he’s super friendly and charismatic towards you, but by 20x more times :) he enjoys having a lot of connecting conversations with you, its probably the king enjoyable part about his day to just be able to talk to his loved one.

He is very caring towards you, you say you wanna go home? Right away!, To many people? He’ll take you to a more quieter place then! He can also vibe with your chaotic aura, he’ll probably join you if he’s in the mood.

He would also love taking you on walks through a forest to see your face light up with excitement when you see a beautiful view in nature.

He super appreciative of your caring attitude, he’s forever grateful when he’s in the arms of your care and he’ll be happy to do the same in return for all your love.

Your Ouran High School Host Club Sweetheart is…

Kyoya Ootori

Your so lucky to have this man holy moly, super okay with your anger issues, if you even get mad at tamaki he wouldn’t complain at all.

Whenever he’s on break and everything, he loves having his conversations with you, you were also his favorite customer and somehow you started dating him?!?! what did he ever do to deserve such a caring girlfriend like you… anyways, he’s like the mother figure to the club and since your also a card taker the entire club will be begging for both of your help.

He’s someone who will be there with you no matter what happens, if something bad ever happens he’ll tell you who hurted you and will have a nice little “chat” with them :) if that’s not the case and you don’t feel like talking if that happens he’ll go and get some tea and cookies for you both pull you into a hug and let you cry on his shoulder until your ready to talk.

Your Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair Partner is…

Gundham Tanaka!

This was a little hard but I also thought of Kazuichi for you but I wasn’t sure if it was the best choice so it’ll go in my little round-ups when you finish this, but honestly, you both seem to be chill with each other!

He honestly enjoys having conversations with you! But also, he also loves your creativity for your art! He also loves your story writing to and he also hopes you enjoy his creativity as well since I know that he would want someone who appreciates his creativity, also he’s a gentleman, there will never be a time he’s disloyal to you, that’s a nono.

He also loves your appearance, he doesn’t see a reason why you would dislike the way you look, he’ll be happy to show you that your beautiful no matter what, he’ll show you in many ways.

He’s not someone who shows any affection in public, but in private he’ll show you a lot but he’ll be super flustered and hide his face in his magenta/purple-ish scarf, also he only trusts you with his pets! thats how much he loves you :)

Your Final Fantasy 7 partner is…

Cloud Strife!

In my opinion, it just made sense to me, let me explain why, with your polite demeanor it’ll make him slowly come out of his shell a little, not fully but a little! It’s a good process, when you also start holding conversations, he probably won’t talk a lot but if you keep doing it more he’ll start talking and then he’ll be able to have his trust with you.

Even though you both have very different personality’s it doesn’t change the fact how well you guys get along, after a lot of his tragic pasts he wasn’t really the same, but since you came along you’ve been making things a lot better for him, you would always comfort him anyway possible and he’s beyond also grateful, even if he doesn’t talk a lot or show much emotions he wants you to know that he’s always there for you, he’s also very protective of you and make sure nothing will happen.

He would also love your cooking too, honestly make him anything and when you look away the food is already gone, no he did not throw it away, he ate it like it was his last meal.

Your Devilman Crybaby partner is…

Akira Fudo!

Honestly, I think he needed someone like you in his life, he was bullied for being a “crybaby” a lot, he would cry on anyone’s behalf, including yours, you were concerned and you wanted to help of course, he appreciates it a lot but it wouldn’t stop, but you’ll always be there for him. :)

He’s super happy that he has someone who cares for him like he would do for you to! (sometimes in questionable ways, but not all the time for you!), after some time he feels a strong sense of loyalty towards you and decides to keep it that way for you!

I think he would also like listening to rock music (he gives me the vibes kinda), so I think when you guys are hanging out there’ll be some rock music being played softly in the background while you guys are handing around.

As soon as you guys get into a romantic relationship he’ll trust you with all of his life after that, he now thinks that there’s no one else for him then you now and will make sure to keep you with him forever <3

Your Demon Slayer Matchup is…

Enmu!

I also thought of Douma but he does make others feel uncomfortable about themselves so I didn’t think that was a good option so I thought that Enmu would be a good match for you! Even with his sadistic behaviors, if your a demon he’ll be sure to respect you if you tell him so otherwise.

He’s absolutely in love with your appearance, he always kisses your face whenever your near him, he also loves your personality as well! it’s very dominating so I think it’s another reason why I paired you with him.

Since he’s your boyfriend, if you ever have any bad dreams he’ll always chase them away and promise you good and happy dreams whenever you have them, and thats a promise he’ll never break towards you, that’s his way of comforting you.

And lastly, Your Blue Lock Partner is no other then…

Yoichi Isagi!

His cheerful and easygoing personality was good enough to know that he would be your beloved boyfriend ^-^ his innocent habits probably don’t get on your nerves but mostly on other people, he’s also very loyal to you as well.

He will also love being your best friend too! Another best friends to lovers troupe here lol, he also loves watching you do draw, cook and anything really, he enjoys rambling about anything to you, mostly about his soccer games.

He also loves if you drive him to his games and listen to any music on the way there, and maybe you guys go get something to drink, either from a coffee shop or gas station, and y’all would just have a lot of fun anyways!

Round-ups: Gon (Hunter X Hunter), William T. Spears (Black Butler), Tamaki Suoh (Ouran High School Host Club), Aerith Gainsborough (Final Fantasy 7), Douma (Demon Slayer).

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 2 years

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A Moment's Surprise--Chapter 12

Whether it’s called an accident or the fates of the universe, you and Calum find yourselves taking on the next level of your relationship: parenthood.

Reader (Gender Neutral) X Calum. Multi-chapter Series.

Series Note: Across this series, pregnancy is discussed thoroughly. While I have made this series specifically a reader insert and have done my best to avoid coding for cis women, I am taking this moment to acknowledge that this content may not be suitable for every reader. I want to acknowledge even if I’ve been careful some things (like uteri) are still mentioned and if that causes you discomfort please DO NOT read this. You may keep scrolling (as there is a read more) / skip this series as necessary.

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Your alarm goes off in the morning and you sigh as you push up from the mattress. Sleep was better than normal but you’ve taken to using the full on black out curtains for Calum since he’s gotten home. The lack of natural light to help rouse you awake gently makes it harder for you to get up. But over the weeks, it’s gotten slightly easier with time. Today’s one of those days that as you push up, you feel good about the day ahead.

Moving the pillow that was between your knees back up to the head of the bed, you get your feet to the floor and pause. Calum’s at your side of the bed, leaning against the wall but his eyes aren’t focused on anything in particular. A scowl is on his face. “What happened?” you ask. A bit of panic leaks into your voice. You wonder if something happened to one of the guys. Did something happen to Mali? David wasn’t scheduled to come out for a while, but still things could change in an instance. Had something happened to the flight?

Calum shakes his head. The action causes him to move his arm and you catch his phone lighting up. “It’s out.”

“What’s out?”

“Yesterday--someone recorded us while we were in Target and posted it. I made a tweet but I’ve been up half the night trying to talk to our social team. And as I was making those calls, I felt like a hypocrite.”

You push up finally to fully stand. You reach out with a little hesitation. Would Calum even want to be touched? You ultimately decide to drop your hand, seeing that he doesn’t move closer to you. You take it as a sign that you should possibly tread lightly. “Why do you feel like a hypocrite?”

“I’m doing the same thing I got mad at you about. What if you don’t really care if people know? What if it’s all just me? But I can’t help but think the last thing I want to happen now is that you be out and get stopped by fans. Or God forbid, you’re delivering and there’s a fucking mob outside the birth center because somehow fans have figured it out.”

“So you like the idea of a birth center too?” you tease. As much as Calum was willing to listen to your concerns, he harped on about safety measures. Birth centers were only the recent debate surrounding his safety kick.

Calum’s gaze finally drops from the ceiling to you with a tiny smile lifting at his lips. “I might’ve been convinced in all my late night pacing.”

“Want some coffee for this conversation?” you ask, offering your elbow out.

Calum goes for your hand instead and nods. Now with less distance between the two of you, you catch the faint note of nicotine from Calum. “It’ll be my second cup and today seems like the day I’ll need it.”

For all that it matters, Calum had done well with his smoking until now. Ashton kept tabs on him and sent you updates periodically. Though, neither one of you made it super obvious that you were paying attention. Now, undoubtedly the stress he’s surmounted and feels like he’s facing, you keep a close lip around the scent. The two of you pad softly to the kitchen. Joy’s taken to getting up either when you do a little before and as you two round the corner to the kitchen, you spot the light on.

“Who’s been in my kitchen?” she asks aloud.

“Me, Mum. And technically, it’s my kitchen,” Calum quips. He gives her a kiss on her cheek.

“You look like hell, son.”

“I feel like hell.”

Joy turns and spots you. Her eyes ask if you know. You give a so-so or somewhat gesture with your hand and she turns back to Calum. “Should I refresh this pot then?” she offers.

“Great minds think alike,” Calum grins, already getting fresh grounds into the machine.

The kitchen falls silent around the work of Calum. But like he knows that everyone is watching him, he drops his hands to the counter to support his weight. “What do you think, babe?” He looks up and over to you.

“About?”

His brows furrow. “I didn’t show you anything, did I? I’m sorry. I’ve been a mess since last night,” he confesses.

“It’s okay to be a mess sometimes.”

You stand on the opposite side of the bar height counter top. So Calum steps closer and extends his phone out to you. You take it, going to unlock it. Maybe it matters less about you and more about what Calum feels comfortable doing. You had told coworkers and some other friends. People close enough to you already knew. Had it really mattered if the thousands and millions of other people knew too? You were now closing in on your third trimester. Things were looking good for you and baby boy Hood. A stark change to your perspective from before you know. But maybe the cosmos had a way of operating that was just beyond your understanding. Or maybe even if your mind has changed the distinct stress on Calum’s face takes precedent.

“What do you want?” you ask Calum.

“What do you want?” he counters.

“I want you to feel like we’re safe and that you’re in a place where you feel comfortable with what’s public and what isn’t.”

Calum nods but not without comment. “And I want you to feel like you have a say.”

Of course, he did. You unlock his phone only to stare at the cluttered Home Screen. While Calum wasn’t disorganized, his strategies were much different than yours. You don’t mess with any of the text messages. “Where should I go?”

“Twitter,” Calum answers.

You load the app--the mentions are a cluttered mess and you can see why he’s got literally every notification setting turned off for any social media app. You go to his profile first and read through the tweet he made. In the early parts of your pregnancy it was important to you to keep this quiet. Things were in a state where they could rapidly shift from good to bad and from bad to good, or bad to worse. There was no reason why you’d want to have to put that sort of information out into the world when it was constantly in flux and already stressful on its own. In addition, you know Calum. You can take one look at him and understand the words that don’t always fall from his lips. It’s not so much a secret language as it’s finally cracking the code on Calum’s language and him cracking the code on your language.

You two have become proficient and fluent in the languages of each other. “What has your social team said?” you ask.

“They’ll try to contact the person who originally posted the video and ask them to remove it. But it’s being reposted all over. So there’s no real way to stop it now. I’m waiting for an update now.”

“And am I correct to assume I shouldn’t go look at the video or what people are saying?”

Calum nods. He read only a few comments. Some were shocked by the news and happy. Others were much meaner in their remarks. “None of it changes how I feel about you or our baby. Nor does any of it have any bearing in our relationship.”

“Well, I always knew that,” you laugh. You set his phone down on the counter just as the coffee pot settles. Joy steps in to divvy out the cups and mugs.

Calum’s mug billows with steam from beneath him. You take the mug Joy extends out to you with a quick thanks and let the warmth seep into your palms for just a moment before you set it down. You notice your mug is filled with decaf tea as an alternative and you’re not even sure when Joy got the kettle going for it to steep. But you appreciate her careful eye.

“I think privacy is important. And I don’t fault you for taking steps to make it clear that this pregnancy is a private matter,” you return. “Who knows? Maybe people will start deleting what they’ve shared now that you’ve tweeted about it.”

“I can only hope,” Calum returns. The two of you share a nod--an agreement that whatever steps Calum has taken are okay to continue down--and then both take a sip from your respective mugs. “I’ll give up alcohol for you, but never caffeine,” Calum jokes after his sip.

“And I would never want you to.”

“I’ll fix all of us breakfast and that way you can get ready, love,” Calum offers.

You nod and Joy’s silent from the corner of the kitchen. As the two of you lock eyes, she gives you a tiny nod. She’ll keep an eye out on him while you’re gone. “Me and Duke will post up in the living room I guess. Lots of cuddles needed to be had,” Joy laughs.

By the time you’re dressed and ready for work, but not forgetting to enjoy the breakfast that Calum prepared, you’re ahead of your normal schedule. You consider it a sign. You’ll leave work earlier too because of it. Calum walks you to the car. He gets your bag into the passenger side, but you can tell by his face that there is so much more on his mind. “I’m worried about you and if something happens at work,” Calum confesses, looking down at the car door. “I can feel you staring at me and I figure rather than making you ask, I’ll just tell you.”

“I’m going to be okay. We’ve got security at work. If it looks really bad, I can call them,” you offer.

“I know. I also reached out to one of our security guards. If anything goes wrong, or seems bad, you let me know. We have a guy ten minutes from your job.”

“Please tell me he happens to live close to my job and not that you have him posted up near it.”

Calum chuckles. “He lives out there.”

“Poor man did not ask to deal with this.”

“But I’m just glad he’s happy to help,” Calum states softly. “Be safe today.”

It sounds like a plea to you, to the universe, to any and every force. You nod in return. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The rest of your day is uneventful. When you get to the office, it’s just you and the custodians for a moment. A few more people filter in in the early morning and then as the day progresses the office fills out more and more. In your morning break, refreshing your water bottle, Sharon, one of your co-workers steps up to you. “Hey, you doing okay?” she asks.

You nod. “Yeah, doing good on my end. How’s your sister and niece?”

“They’re doing well. My niece is dreading the end of summer, but ain’t it how it always goes,” Sharon laughs.

“The summer breaks really aren’t that long.”

“Speaking of my niece,” Sharon drops her volume just a little, “I heard about a video on Twitter. What is-how are you actually doing?”

Part of you is curious just how much Sharo knows or what she say, but you know if you go doing you’ll find more than what you’re looking for. “We know. His team is on it, I think. Mostly just trying to lay low,” you return with a nod.

She hums. “Yeah, I get that. I was shocked that she even remembered you from the holiday party--my niece. She just happened upon it and then sent it to me asking if that was you. I didn’t respond, but I was shocked considering how long it’d been.”

“Seems to be a hazard of the job for him,” you return. “Hoping it blows over really.”

“Understandable, really. If you need anything, let me know.”

There’s something in the way that Sharon’s got you almost pinned to the wall that makes you wonder if the conversation is as friendly as it was supposed to appear. You only nod in response and then slip away back to your desk. You don’t want the circumstances to cloud your judgment, but you also can’t be blind to them. Besides, better to err on the side of caution than to be caught in a bigger mess. When you’re done for the day and go out to the parking garage, you keep your phone pulled up on Calum’s number. You’d rather wait an extra ten or so minutes hiding out in the lobby bathroom of the building than get cornered again.

But there’s nothing but the bright morning sun. There’s nothing besides the clack of people walking past and the chatter of their voices. The drive back home you take in silence. Not even the radio plays faintly. It’s just you and the rush of the wind in through your windows as you carry yourself through the streets. As you turn up into your neighborhood, you realize just how tense your shoulders are, how much you’ve been pulled up close to the steering wheel.

Calum’s waiting for you on the front steps as you pull into the driveway. Behind him you spot Ashton peeking his head out of the door with a wave. You wave up at him and he ducks back inside. Calum grins as he approaches the driver side door. “You survived.”

“Thankfully,” you laugh in return. “Is it just Ashton?”

Calum nods. “Michael was by earlier and Luke said he’d be by after dinner. I think they’re taking shifts.”

“You’ve been that much of a nervous wreck?”

“I care deeply about you and Pumpkin. Fucking sue me,” he returns, helping you out of the car.

“Be careful what you wish for.”

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part 60

harry being your first bf and the first person you've ever done things with, and you're soooo nervous but he would be so sweet 😔 he's always telling you it's okay if you need to slow down and he means it, he never gets upset when you hesitantly nod and say "can we maybe?" he rolls off you right away, kissing your cheek and saying "of course, we can do whatever you want" 😔 he teases you sometimes but he never ever makes fun of you, he just wants to do everything he can to make his girl comfortable with him 😔 and when you get brave and ask to try new things he would be so happy to show you everything, never getting annoyed when you ask a million times if you're doing okay, he just gives you a kiss and says that you're doing great every time 😔and he would praise you coooonstantly, he knows you're shy but also that you like being called a good girl so he takes advantage of that to help you open up to him 😌 ugh he would be so good 😔

thinking about how harry gets a little whiny when he's close... he grips your hips and tucks his head in your neck, letting out a little whimper and saying "I'm so close... feel so fucking good baby" 🤕

the night before you and harry get married would be filthy sorry not sorry 🤭he would be such a pest saying "this is your last night as a single woman... wanna have one last fling, hm? I'll make sure it's good for you" 🤭 he would make you cum at leeeeeeast three times, he would go down on you until you're begging him to stop and he would use your favorite vibrator on you 🤭 when you're both completely spent he kisses your forehead and says "I'll see you tomorrow my beautiful girl... I'll be the one standing at the altar, probably crying a little bit" and then he's gone 🤭

but when you and harry are trying for a baby 😋 you would be having sex coooonstantly, and he makes sure you cum twice every time bc he says he read it makes you more likely to get pregnant 😋 and he's all over you all the time, even when you're nowhere near ovulating and there's a really low chance of anything happening but hes all "just in case 😋" and you say "I'm about to start my period, the chance is basically 0-" and he's all "juuuuuuuuust in case 😋"

that video of him splashing fans is him in the pool with you, you splash him a tiny bit and swim away but he's all "ohhhh no you fucking don't" and he's chasing you, he backs you against the wall and has an evil look on his face as he slowly gets closer 😋you say "I'm sorry I didn't mean to" and he just raises his eyebrows, and now he has you completely cornered 😋 you're saying "no no no no no" and you try to dart to the side but he catches you, you're pushing at his arms but he just laughs bc he knows he's much stronger and he says "take a breath!" and you do and then he's pulling you under the water with him 😋 you come right back up to the surface and you're wiping your face saying "that was so mean I only splashed you a little bit" and he's giggling saying "you know i always win, what did you expect?" 😋😋😋😋😋

harry fucking you with his tongue 🤕 usually he keeps things more ~outside~ but then one night he wants to try something else, so every time he licks over you he's pausing for a second and then pushing in just a little before he's licking you again, but then finally he just goes for it and pushes his tongue all the way in 🤕 it's such a different feeling and you're not used to it so you cry out and your back arches, and that just encourages him to keep going and get you to make that sound again 🤕

harry is probably a black coffee bitch but then one day when you get your complicated iced latte with 3 types of syrup and 2 types of creamer he's like "I have to know how bad that tastes because it sounds awful" and you give him a sip, and he's quiet for a second before he says "okay i need another sip" and you're laughing saying "oh so it's not as awful as you thought?" and he goes "now now don't get too extreme... just give me one more sip" and you know you've changed his life 😋

hey besties just reminding you that Harry loves to pull your legs over his shoulders and go to fucking townnnnnn he'd be shaking his head a little bit and running his tongue everywhere he can reach to really taste you and he would suck on your clit bc he knows you like it and he would not let up until you're pushing him away 🤕

anyways Harry being your first everything 😋 your first bf and he can tell you're a bit nervous to do physical stuff but he's always gentle and never teases you for it 😔 he's your first kiss and he didn't even know you hadn't kissed anyone before until you pull away and you're blushing so hard, he runs his thumb over your cheek with a big smile and says "i think you have a crush on me 😋" even tho you're literally dating and you say "I've just- I've never done that before" and he's all "really? i was your first kiss???" and you nod, then he leans in again to give you another and he says "now i was your second kiss too😌" and that has you blushing even harder 😋 he knows you get a bit anxious when you try new stuff with him so he always makes sure to take things slow and reassure you that you're doing just fine, and he's not shy about making noise for you whenever you're touching him 😋

and he would always be so cocky too 😋 he's very excited that he's the first person to make you cum and that he's the only person who ever gets to see you and touch you like that 😋

okay but harry using lube on you 🤕 it's not like you really need it but sometimes he just wants things to be a little extra wet so he's opening the bottle with a big fucking grin on his face while he pours it on your fingers 🤕 he tells you to spread your legs for him and then he's massaging it around, making sure his fingers dip inside so you'll be dripping 🤕sorry that was horny of me but 🤕

telling harry you got a new coffee order and it's sooooo yummy and he's all "oh great so now i have an even more complicated order to remember 🙄" but you both know he's gonna get it right immediately just to make you happy 🥹

photographer harry takes pictures of you when you cum bc he thinks you are absolutely gorgeous when you're feeling so good 🤕 he maybe has to make you cum a few times to get the right shot but neither of you are complaining 🤕

I fear harry loves to hear you beg even tho he never says no to his pretty girl 🤕 when you're close you say "I'm gonna- can I cum please i need it-" and he's smiling, nosing at the skin on your neck and he whispers "beg me for it" 🤕🤕🤕 he never outright says no but sometimes he makes you wait 🤕

plugrry is that obsessive kind of bf 😋 he gets a tattoo of your name 2 months after you start dating and he can never keep his hands off you and he has to kiss you ever 5 minutes or he'll die 😋 very delicious and yummy 😋

when you gasp "oh fuck" when he gets his tongue on you he lifts his head and says "I'm working on it, so impatient" with the biggest fucking smirk 😋

you're always saying "we should stop" and he's like "okay then we can stop" but you're not getting off his lap, your hands are on his chest and you're staring them for a second before you say "okay no after this time we should stop" and you're kissing him again 😋

riding Harry when he gets back from his date with someone else, you're kissing at his ear just how he likes and whispering "did she touch you like this? did she make you feel this good?" and he's gripping your hips and nearly whimpering bc it feels so good 🤭

every time you can tell he's close you slow down 🤭 he's whining saying "no no I'm so close please just-" and you interrupt him to say "did she get you this desperate? did she make you beg?" and he's shaking his head saying "no, no she didnt- please keep going I'm so close" and his voice is so whiny you can't help but give in 🤭 but the next time you can tell he's close you stop again, and his head tips back and he lets out a frustrated sound saying "please, I don't know what you want me to say I just need to cum" and you see a few tears threatening to slip down his face 🤭 you lean in closer and say "tell me I'm better than her, tell me you'll never go to anyone else again, tell me you're mine" and he's just so desperate 🤭 he's always known he had a crush on you but hearing you talk like this is making him 🤭 so he's nodding so fast, saying "you are, you're so much better than her, she didn't feel anywhere near as good-" and he cuts himself off with a moan when you start moving your hips again 🤭 you say "keep talking" and he whines out "she- she wasn't as good as you, I'll never go to her agin- I'll never go to anyone else again, you're the only one I want because-" and he lets out another desperate sound before he says "because I'm yours, I'm only yours" and his voice is so shaky from how hard he's trying to hold back so you finally say "good boy... you can cum" and he nearly cries out in relief before he's grabbing your hips and slamming up into you and cumming 🤭

or covering his mouth when you're riding him and he whines too much 🤭 you say "you made me feel bad tonight... i don't like it when you're with other girls, i don't like it when I can smell their perfume on you" and you have your hand over his mouth when you squeeze down on him 🤭 you can feel his moan against your skin but you don't care, he upset you and you're still a little pissed 🤭 you say "you need to make it up to me... show me how sorry you are" and you move your hand, right away he's apologizing saying "I am, I'm so sorry baby let me make it better, please let me show you how sorry I am" and as soon as you nod he's flipping you over and pulling out so he can apologize with his tongue 🤭

this is what i mean by toxic harry 😋 you can faintly smell the other girls perfume on him and it pisses you off so you're doing the absolute most to mark him up and give him a night he won't forget so he'll come back for more 😋he sees your little 😠 face and he's smirking saying "what's the matter, love?" and you say "I can smell her perfume" and he just says "I like yours better" as he's walking you backwards to the bed 😋

your first time with harry being not so perfect 🥹 when you're kissing his necklace gets tangled in his hair and neither of you notice until he goes to move and it pulls really hard, you can't help but let out a loud gasp and he's immediately like "oh fuck- here lemme-" and he tries to move back towards you but he goes too far and it pulls again and you're trying not to laugh but it still hurts and you're like "you do realize we're connected right now? as in you can't move more than 6 inches" and he's all "oh really? I didn't know that thank you for letting me know 🙄" you're both just so unserious and sarcastic in a teasing way 🥹 when he finally gets that all sorted he's looking at you and he says "hi" with a big smile, ofc you say it back and then he's leaning in to kiss you again 🥹 then when you're trying to take some clothes off he wants to undress you, but his hands are a little shaky and he can't get your bra undone for the life of him and he's getting so flustered saying "i promise I know how to do this" and you're laughing, you grab at his arms and say "can I help?" and he blushes but nods saying "yeah that might be best, I'm not getting very far back there" so you're smiling and taking it off 🥹 then later when he's trying to flip you over he gets wayyyyy too close to the edge of the bed to the point where you feel like you're going to fall, but he immediately has a death grip on you and he's pulling you back to the center, he's swearing and apologizing and saying "I'm so sorry, i thought I was farther over, I had no idea you were so close- are you okay???" and you're laughing saying "I'm fine, it's not like I fell... you're much too big and strong to let me fall😌" and he's all "this is not a laughing matter🙄" but then he's giggling too 🥹 the whole time you're just so close and in love and even tho little things keep happening, neither of you have ever been happier 🥹

being so so so so stressed from school and Harry just can't have that so he's picking you up from the table, you're saying "no I have so much work to do harry i can't-" and he says "you need to take a break, you're going to burn yourself out if you don't" and you're already in tears 😔 he puts you down in the bed and lays down next to you, he doesn't say anything but he wraps his arms around you when you start to cry 😔 between sobs you manage to get out "it's too much, I can't do it I'm not smart enough it's just too much for me" and he's shaking his head, saying "that's not true, you are so smart my pretty girl, you're just exhausting yourself" 😔 he's rubbing your back slowly while you cry, then he says "you're so close, baby, you just have a few weeks until winter break and then you're done for a while... we're going to go away, just me and you, hm? how's that sound?" and you're nodding, then you sniffle and sit up a bit saying "but tonight I have more work to do-" and he says "uh uh, you've barely taken a break all day, you're done for now. it will all still be there in the morning, but you need to sleep" and it barely takes any convincing on his part before you're laying down again and you're out cold in minutes 😔 he tidies up your study area for you so everything will be fresh in the morning, then he gets in bed with you and pulls you into his arms 😔

harry knowing you like to see how strong he is oh i fear you would never know peace 🤕 hes always throwing you around and moving you into different positions just bc he can, pulling you into his lap or flipping you over 🤕 he loves pinning your arms down too, just bc he can tell you cum faster when he's holding you like that 🤕 you like it when you struggle a little and all he has to do is tighten his grip a tiny bit to keep you still and it gets you so wet 🤕 or when you're riding him he can really just grip your hips and start moving you at whatever speed he wants 🤕hes just so big and strong and he loves to show off 🤕 you're always grabbing at his arms during sex and he smirks every time, knowing you're obsessed with how strong he is 🤕

being a little inexperienced with sex and you're kind of embarrassed about that, but harry would always make sure he lets you know it's nothing to be worried about 😔 he's always guiding you too, when he's going down on you for the first time he takes your hands and puts them in his hair so you'll have something to grab 😵‍💫 he feels your fingers flexing little bit, and he lifts his head with a grin to say "you can pull on it, i don't mind" and he has such a dirty smirk on his face 😵‍💫

harry getting home late one night, you promised so many times you'd be awake when he got home even though he told you over and over it's okay and you don't have to, but you say "no no I'll stay up" but since you stopped responding to his texts around midnight he's pretty sure that didn't happen. so he gets in and he's being so quiet bc he's sure you're asleep, and he gets to the bedroom and sees he's right 🥹 you're all curled up with your face tucked against the blanket the way you do when you're really sleepy, and he brushes some hair out of your face and kisses your forehead 🥹 he feels you shifting around and he shushes you, but you're awake and say "I wasn't sleeping, I was just resting my eyes" and he grins saying "mhm, I'm sure you were... you can go back to sleep, im just gonna brush my teeth" and you say "i wasn't sleeping" but you're already drifting off again 🥹when he comes back from the bathroom you're out, and he tries to be as gentle as he can when he climbs into bed and pulls you into his arms 🥹

harry coming home after work and you're on the couch watching your favorite show, your hair tied up in a messy knot and you're wearing his hoodie 🥹 you're eating your favorite snack and he comes over to give you a kiss, then he says "can I have some😁" so you feed him a bite 🥹 he for sure pretends to bite your fingers but then he just grins and kisses you again before he settles in next to you and asks what you're watching 🥹

and he's still fully clothed too, he just unzipped enough to pull out 😵‍💫 something about both being fully clothed and him just pulling your panties to the side makes it feel so much more dirty, and when he cums inside he pulls your panties back to cover you and he zips up again 😵‍💫 then he's giving you a pat on the ass and a kiss on the forehead before he's heading out the door again 😵‍💫alternatively after he cums in you he's sinking down to his knees and pushing your shirt out of the way so he can clean you up with his tongue 🤕 you're so sensitive that it's hard to stay still but he has a good hold on you 🤕

don't think about the filthy noises you would hear when Harry's going down on you ... he would be all "you're so wet, baby, that all for me?" and he doesn't even let you answer before he's sucking on your clit 🤕 when he slips his fingers inside you can hear the wet noises and it's almost embarrassing but he's grinding against the bed so clearly he's into it 🤕 he would be moaning too just being so filthy 🤕

touching yourself while you wait for him to come back 🥵 you wait until you know he'll be back in a few minutes, then you start you'll be right in the middle of things when he gets home 🥵 and when he walks in on you 🥵 he's losing his mind watching you touch yourself in his bed, wearing his shirt, looking directly into his eyes and smirking 🥵 he's coming over to you and saying "so this is what you do when I'm not around, huh?" and you nod, your fingers still moving when he leans down to kiss you and you moan into his mouth 🥵 he whispers "go on, make yourself cum" and what are you going to do, say no? 🤭

I'm actually going to cry thinking about being so nervous for harry to see you naked and you're not even sure how to tell him, but then one day you're kissing and he starts to slide his fingers under the hem of your shirt and you're pulling away, grabbing his hands to stop him and he's apologizing before you even say anything, but you shake your head and say "it's okay... it's fine I'm just- i haven't really done anything before and I'm not really sure what I'm doing, like at all, and actually I think we need to turn the lights off if we're going to be doing any-" and he's cutting you off, he says "woah woah woah... slow down, we don't have to do anything you're not up for... and why would we need to turn the lights off? you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen" and you tell him you're just really nervous, he kisses your cheek and says "theres nothing to be nervous for, you're gorgeous and I am very lucky to have you" 😔 and when you finally do feel ready to go farther than just kissing, he lays you down and he's so gentle with you when he starts taking your clothes off 😔 he kisses every new inch of skin, murmuring how pretty you are and how much he loves you 😔 and when you're fully bare he can't keep his hands off you, and he definitely spends at least an hour kissing all over you and just exploring 😔

literally shut the fuck up he would always be teasing you for being shy... he runs his finger along your cheek and says "ooooh she's blushing 🤭" and that only makes it worse 😋 he makes you keep eye contact w him by grabbing your chin and he smiles when he sees how fast you're breathing 😋 he just loves his shy girl and he loves to make her blush 😋

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whatsnothappening · 2 years

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I just have to say, public restrooms are so fucking weird man. Think about it. You are in a small ass room, with the shittiest ventilation. And everyone in that room has got their crotch out. All you all got to keep your crotches apart… is this thin ass door that don’t even touch the ground. You know how many videos I’ve seen on the internet and also from friends of kids just peeking under those damn doors to say hello. Whether they think it’s their moms stall or not. I need better fucking privacy man, who the hell came up with this layout? Man, I don’t know if it is a country wide or world wide thing. I live in a small town so when shit hits the fan or something amazing happens on this rock you better give 1-2 business days before I find out a bout it. We don’t get any freshly spilt tea over here. But anyhow, buccees man. They have got that shit figured out right. Man you don’t get a stall to do your business in, you get your own private room. You walk into this huge ass public bathroom and the layouts the same but instead of these whimpy peasant stalls you got room after room. I guess you’d compare them to closets really. You get your own pleasant closet with nice relaxing lighting too. Nothing too bright where you feel like your on stage. It’s an ambiance really. These other places need to figure it out. Learn something from the buccees. One thing I’m a bit confused on recently is why there’s so many people who have an issue with the jefferey dahmer series. One thing I will say is I completely understand the victims point of view. I get it. I would never want to re-live such a horrid time in my life. Losing a loved one in such a gruesome horrifying way. I can’t even fathom the thought of going through that. But… in my opinion.. watching this series… I have really had another eye opener of how horrible our justice system was. How possible it is for our justice system to fail you. I got to see the pain of a black man or women trying to reach out and cry for help when they feel in danger or feel that someone else is and just not have their voice heard. For me, it was another eye opener. It was also an eye opener to see many different signs of a person who is severely sick mentally cry for help. In my opinion again, and I am going off a Netflix series. No documentary. I believe dahmer was fully aware of what was going on with his mental state, he was aware that his thoughts were completely fucked and he needed help. But he did not get it. I got to see many different signs of a child’s upbringing that can lead him/her to a path of darkness. (Not saying every poor childhood creates a serial killer) the dahmer series is seriously too me, a very big eye opener and it was very interesting to see completely both sides and how they went through that hard time. I would love to hear other peoples thoughts. That’s just my thoughts on that. But also, man have you ever been walking in public, and I mean you can be in the grocery store, neighborhood park, hustler, and you just have this random piercing pain in your asshole? And dude, it just takes you down for the count for a minute. Your done for. I don’t know what the fuck it is man. I can’t explain it. It makes no sense, I don’t have hemorrhoids…I think. No ,I don’t have em’. I feel like it is mostly when I’m on my period. But it’ll just happen randomly. And I can be in the best mood too man. Then POW needle straight to the Anus. There’s so many times where I have a sharp pain somewhere in my body and I just stand there like “fuck. Is this it? Am I dieing?” And then I wait a minute and realize I’m still breathing everything’s cool and I go about my day. Imagine the damn doctors bill if you went every time you had a random ass pain. Mannnnnn I’d be broker than I already am. I guess I’ll leave this here. I feel like I’ve spilled most of everything that I’ve been thinking about today. That’s a good feeling man, having an empty mind. I like it.

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lgbtqforeverything · 10 months

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pirates and horses, what a wonderful time

Day 4 of Dukexiety week! My first of two (2) entries. @dukexietyweek Read on Ao3

-remus’s whole ren faire thing is just what this dude does. @fangirltothefullest came up with the idea and made this art.

-virgil’s whole ren faire thing is based on a traveling show troupe featuring horses called Equestrian Chaos. And more specifically this performance.

Ah, a Renaissance Faire. The sights, the sounds, the humongous turkey legs that were devoured in seconds, Remus loved it all. Since his first one at the tender age of seven with his brother and parents, Remus had been enthralled. The intersection of crafting and acting, along with the fascinating darker history of the time period that was sometimes displayed, had caught him in a vice grip and never let him go. A great stroke of luck, considering that Ren Faires were now his whole livelihood.

After that first Ren Faire, he and Roman had become so obsessed that their parents enrolled them in a series of classes and activities, all harkening back to things seen at the faire, to channel their enthusiasm. Because of those classes, Remus could work with metal or leather, knew how to cook all manner of food, and easily hold an audience captive. However, nothing had interested him quite like the whip performance he saw one evening when leaving the community center.

The whipmaster had done such amazing feats, made such incredible noises, and impressed nine-year-old Remus so throughly that he had started begging his parents to learn that very night. They were, understandably, resistant to their young child learning how to use whips. It took a year of research and begging, before they, finally, agreed to let him take lessons - on a trial period.

Remus took the conditional yes and ran with it. He trained so diligently and with so much intensity that his parents had no choice but to accept that their son was going to keep with it, wether they allowed him to or not.

Now, years later, Remus was at his first faire as a full time performer, no longer sneaking in shows around his day job. It was made even more exciting by the fact that he had never been to this faire before, as an attendee or performer. This was a whole new place and he was greatly enjoying walking around between performances and seeing all it had to offer.

This faire in particular boasted it’s themed weekends, where every weekend the shows, shows, costumes, and sets were themed towards a different genre of renaissance faires.

For example, this weekend was pirates and as Remus wandered the grounds he could see cutlasses and hats galore.

“Remus!” A voice called from behind. He spun around to see Patton, a fellow performer that he knew from past faires.

“Poptart!” Remus cheered with his usual manic grin. “I didn’t know that you were going to be here!”

Patton let out a small chuckle, “I’m usually at this one, kiddo! But this is your first time, isn’t it? Oh, how’s your show going! You’re full time now, right?”

“It is my first time!” Remus exclaimed. “Show‘s been going pretty good! Lots more country requests than I usually get, but those are pretty fun. And yes, no more art teacher for me!”

Patton clapped his hands. “Congrats! Isn’t that great Virgil?”

That was the moment when Remus noticed that, standing slightly behind Patton, was tall figure. The mysterious figure was dressed in black with the only spot of color being a purple flannel, the sleeves rolled up and showing off wonderful looking arms.

He had smeared eyeshadow underneath his eyelids, popping against his warm tan skin, hair long enough to be tied up in a ponytail, with braids scattered throughout, and was very, very tall. So tall. If there was height to be had, this person definitely had it.

“Oooh, who’s the emo, pattycakes?” Remus asked with a smirk and an appreciative glance up and down said emo’s body.

“Oh, this is my friend, Virgil!” Patton enthused, grabbing Virgil’s arm and dragging him out from behind him. “Virgil, this is the friend I was telling you about!”

“The dirty-jokes-musical-whips dude?” Virgil questioned. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Remus winked. “Glad to know I’m recognizable.”

“Virgil is a bonafide expert for this ren faire,” gushed Patton. “He knows where everything is and almost everyone working.”

“Really,” asked Remus. “What’s the best food stall then?”

Virgil scoffed. “Obviously, it’s Breaded Treasure. They’re the only stall that everyone can eat at, no problems.”

“I’ll have to go try them out then.”

Patton gasped. “You haven’t been? Well now we have to go, come on!” He grabbed each of their hands and pulled them up in the direction of the makeshift food court. Even as Remus laughed and teased Patton about his exuberance towards the bakery, he didn’t miss Virgil’s cautious gaze considering him.

Remus let out a moan.

“Glad to see you agree it’s good!” Patton laughed. Remus’s reply was unintelligible as he stuffed his third savory bun further into his mouth.

Virgil quietly huffed a laugh as Remus continued trying, and failing, to speak through the food. “Glad to know my recommendations are still up to date.”

Remus just let out another garbled groan of delight in reply.

Just then Virgil’s phone beeped. He picked it up and frowned at whatever he saw. “Shit, I’m going to be late” He said, standing from the table.

“Pat I’ll see you later, ok?”

“Of course,” Patton confirmed, casting Virgil to give him a small smile. “Oh, and Remus,” he turned, looking at the man who had stilled with baked goods still stuffed in his mouth with a wrinkle of his nose. “It was nice to meet you.”

Remus let out a few noises that couldn’t even be words if his mouth was empty, stuck still at the image of that beautiful smile and then adorable nose wrinkle.

“Remuuuus. Remus!”

Remus startled and began to choke. Patton thumped him on the back as he tried to get his breath under control without sacrificing any of the buns still in his mouth. When he had successfully stopped choking and saved as much of the food as he could, Remus turned to look at Patton, finding his friend fiercely squinting at him.

“What,” he asked. “Did I actually die and take you out with me and now we’re both ghosts?!”

“No,” Patton said with a shake of his head before standing and extending Remus his hand. “Come on, let’s go check out some of the shops!”

“Ooh we can look at the metal working shops! They have some really nice daggers that I think you would love,” Remus replied, jumping up and heading back into the crowd.

“Look!” Remus gasped. “This clock’s hands are made of real animal bones!” After working their way through the forge shops, the pair had ended up in one that did both metal and leather working.

“Ah, no thanks, kiddo,” replied Patton, looking slightly queasy at just the prospect.

“We have this one in the shape of a bee, if that’s more your style,” the shop keeper offered.

“Aww, its so cute!” Patton squealed. “Wait,” he gasped. “Is this the actual time?”

“Yep,” the owner answered. “All our clocks come pre-wound.”

“These look amazing, but I'm sorry we have to go,” Patton said, putting the clock down and instead grabbing Remus. “Come on, we’ll miss the show!”

Without waiting and answering Remus’s question of “what show?” Patton pulled him through the crowd towards the fenced arena where jousting took place.

“This is my second weekend, Pattycake,” Remus said. “I’ve seen the jousting show before.”

“Oh, this isn’t the jousting show. This is something even better!”

“Better than two people trying to stab their opponents off horses?” Remus scoffed. “Nah, seems fake.”

Patton gave a hum and a sly smile. “I don’t know. Something tells me you’ll really like it. Either way, we’re here now, so let’s watch it!”

As he finished speaking the announcer, Missy, came over the speaker system. She introduced the pirate captains running the “ship” (faire) and explained that they had just boarded and claimed another vessel. In order to keep their lives, the passengers onboard had to perform for the captains, either impressing them and being let off at the next port, or failing and walking the plank.

Once Missy finished she left the ring and boisterous, instrumental pirate music began playing over the speakers as three figures riding horses galloped in.

They were decked out pirate attire and so were the horses, each wearing a different colored bandana around their forehead and beads in their manes. Each bandana matched the accent color of their rider, pink for one, yellow for another and purple for the last. All three riders had pirate hats, coats, and boots, as well as elaborate braids in their long, colored hair.

But what really caught Remus’s attention was the identity of the purple rider. It was Virgil, confidently whipping around the arena on a murder beast whose teeth took up more space than their brain! And he looked absolutely drop-dead, stick a needle in his eye, hot as fuck while doing it!

“Allow me to introduce Remy, Janus, and Virgil! The brave captives hoping to escape with their lives. Will their performance wow, or will they being bowing goodbye?”

Remus watched, enthralled, as Virgil raced around the arena, performing all manner of stunt tricks. He shot arrows off running horseback, twisted himself around the horse like he was defying gravity, and even engaged in a sword fight, though that was on the ground.

It was skill mastery that Remus had rarely seen before and it was beautiful.

When the time came he applauded louder than anyone else, screaming out his amazement for Virgil to hear.

“Have the captives evaded their fates, or will they be walking the plank?”

Remus watched with bated breaths as everyone waited for the captains’ verdict. Though, to be fair, he wasn’t sure what he was wishing for, since he’d love to see Virgil soaking wet.

“Remy, Janus, and Virgil will live to ride another day!”

Missy’s announcement of survival came with thunderous applause, which Remus gladly participated in, Patton next to him jumping up and down in excitement.

As the three riders moved to the edge of the area to collect donations, Remus tried to catch his breath and saw Patton with a smug, smug look on his face.

“What,” he asked. “Ooh did you eat a fly out of the air?”

“Nothing,” Patton said primly, that stupid look still on his face. “I just knew you would like it.”

Remus stared as he walked off to the rider in yellow. “Why does no one believe me when I say he’s evil!”

“I would,” a voice said from next to him. Remus whirled around to see Virgil had pulled up next to him. “Patton’s the most conniving person I’ve ever meet.”

“I knowwww,” Remus whined, doing a weird step-hop movement to get closer to the fence. “But he has that stupid innocent act down so well that no one ever believes me when I try to spread the truth!”

“I do,” Blush began to spread on Virgil’s cheeks and he coughed. “Uh, believe you, that is.”

“Ya know, many say that’s a very bad idea. Especially my brother. But I only buried him in the sand while he was sleeping four times! That’s practically nothing.”

“All the way buried or only partially buried? You know what, never mind,” Virgil shook his head a bit, erasing the confused look on his face. “I’ve found that many people are also idiots.”

Remus grinned. “Virgie, with looks and opinions like that, I think we are going to get along very, very well.”

As Virgil slightly spluttered and the blush on his cheeks darkened, anticipation for the next few weekends fluttered in Remus’s stomach. (And that fluttering definitely wasn’t butterflies. That’d be crazy.)

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Maniac; Rafe Cameron

Warnings; Stalking, kidnapping, toxic relationships, overbearing Rafe, drugging, SEASON 2 SLIGHT SPOILERS!

Part 2; Here

-The one where Rafe goes manic !

Rafe’s attachment to you came out of almost nowhere when you two were younger. It was in second grade on valentine’s day, he brought you a large stuffed animal along with your favorite candies. It had blind sided your younger self, not having anything to give to him, he simply offers the two of you just go swimming at his house after school.

That was almost 11 years ago, Rafe had slug to your side ever since. Being there for your first everything, first cheer game, first period, first prom. Everything you two did, you did it together. When Rafe began to use Coke, you didn’t mind thinking he was just dabbling. When you realized how much of a big issue it was, when he killed Peterkins which, he admitted to you right when he got home.

Ward trusted you with his son, nobody had even stayed with Rafe as long as you did. When he had a break at the age of 15 & had to get sent away for a bit of “rehabilitation” as Ward called it, you stayed and never spoke a word of it. Telling your friends he was spending time with his grandparents in Miami.

“Rafe you need to calm down.” Roses voice urgent. “We’ll get her back before we leave, I promise but for now I need you to calm down.” You had ran off, afraid & confused when you found out about Rafe’s attempt to drown Sarah. “Fuck.” Rafe screamed before punching a hole in the wall. The room felt like it shook as his fist collided with the wall, Rose stood in shock.

You only managed to go two days without seeing Rafe, not knowing that he was seeing you. Sitting in his Jeep outside of your house, monitoring you in his free time. When he wasn’t free to sit & watch you, he made sure to keep track of your location via find my friend which you had forgotten to turn off.

“Y/n.” You hear Rose call out & the soft sound of the front door of your jobs bell going off. She was given good instructions by Rafe. You closed Tierra Mia every night, you’d be alone but leave the door unlocked until you left. From time to time homeless people or pogues would come into get any leftover scraps from the days bakery. She knew she had to be quick & smart about this.

You walk around the counter to see her, dressed in mainly black which is odd, used to seeing her in floral or pastels. “Hey Rose, is everything okay?” You question, throwing the rag you were using back into the bucket. “I’m afraid not, I actually came to talk to you about Rafe.” Her voice saddened, panic comes over your face. “Well is he okay? What’s wrong?” No matter how afraid you were of him, you couldn’t help but to care. “Come sit.” She reaches her hand out, pulling you into a seat next to her.

“Y/n, I think we both know Rafe doesn’t have the healthiest attachment to you. You’re all he’s ever thought about. When he was a young boy I always wondered why he latched onto you quickly. I remember you coming over to swim with him that first time I met you. I had never seen him smile like that, not in the two years that I had met him. When I made you guys lunch that day & I put tomatoes on your sandwich, he screamed in my face because you didn’t like them but, you calmed him down quicker than i’ve seen anyone else be able to.” She paused, “We welcomed you into our family with warm arms & we’ve been more than grateful for our secrets that you’ve kept but lately I feel like we’ve kept you out of the loop, mainly because Rafe’s afraid of you becoming more afraid of him so, I’m just going to cut to it. Wards alive, he faked the whole thing so he can clear Rafe’s name & tonight we’re leaving. We got the cross, we got the gold & now all we need is you.” Rose softly smiles, her hands still interlocked with yours.

“W-what? Rose you know I can’t go.” You stand up, trying to unlock your hands. “I don’t want to go.” You back up. “Y/n, I don’t want to have to do this but you’re not giving me many options, you know how Rafe gets when it comes to you.” She stands up, pulling a small bottle out of her pocket, she grabs a dry rag that had been left of the counter, emptying the contents of the bottle onto it quickly. “What’re you doing, Rose.” You back away, the feeling of your back hitting something makes you stop.

You turn to face the one & only, Ward Cameron. “I don’t understand-.” You were cut off by Ward slapping his hand over your mouth, wrapping his other arm around to in attempts to keep you still & silent. “I’m so sorry we have to do this Y/n, you’ve been nothing but kind to our family, hell you are our family but we just need you to cooperate.” Ward pleads. Rose slowly walks toward you, Ward quickly moves his hand off your mouth & before you can let out a scream, Rose puts the rag up to your mouth.

“Shh, it’s okay.” She coos you. “Just breath, sweetheart.” Ward says, trying to relax you. Soon enough, you’re out.

The rocking feeling is the first thing you felt, trying to open your eyes but quickly shutting them again because of the brightness in whatever room your in. When you can finally open them all you see is Rafe, standing over you. For a second you had wondered how long he had been watching you like this before you jump at the feeling of his hand on your face.

“Hi baby.” He lets out a breathy laugh before stroking your hair. “Ready for our new life?”

Part 2 orrrr??

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Premiere Night (I) | Lando Norris

Part of the Sweet Dreams series

word count: 8.6k words warnings: slow burn, alcohol, suggestion of harrasment, throwing up, lots of sarcasm english is nog my first language

LONDON, ENGLAND - FEBRUARY 4TH 2020

While you and your best friend, Sophia, are getting ready to leave there is a loud knock on your hotel door. “We need to hurry up ladies.” the person behind the door says. You walk to the door and open it to see Max Verstappen standing there, already dressed up in a nice white button-up shirt and some black jeans. Max walks in and stands in the opening of the bathroom door. “Since when do you care about being on time?” You say, wearing a skirt, a blouse and to top it off some heels. You walk back into the bathroom to finish the last touch-ups on your hair. “I don’t. Just be done already.” and Max walks further into the hotel room. “You hate Netflix, so why are we even going?” Sophia screams from the bathroom while doing her make-up. Sophia was always the one to not care if she was overdressed, so she was wearing a dress, that perfectly fitted her body. “Then don’t come with me. Is it too much to ask for some time with my friends?” Max sits down in one of the big chairs, knowing that it is going to take a while for his friends to be ready. You sit down on the armrest of the chair Max is sitting in. “Of course not. It just starts to feel like you want to go for some other reason.” “Well, I might have heard that there will be an after-party, which we definitely will be attending if the rumors are true.” “Almost done!” Sophia screams from the bathroom and grabs her bag from a chair. “We will see about that after-party, Max. We have a flight at 5 AM.” You fight Max back. Sophia stands with her arms crossed in front of the door. “Are you two coming or what?” You and Max jump out of the chair and the three of you walk out of the door. Max hasn’t said anything back to you, knowing that if he would start this argument you won’t even make it to the premiere of Netflix’s Drive to Survive season 2.

Max, Sophia, and you have been best friends for half a year now. Although Sophia and you go way back. You have been friends since the moment you could walk, even before that to be fair. From the moment you were born, Sophia and you were inseparable. Both girls grew up in The Netherlands in a very small city, just a five-minute bike ride from one another. They went to the same pre-school and middle school, just for high school to split them apart. It was a strange period for both of them. Not being able to speak or see the other every second of the day. It became even rougher on them when Sophia her parents got a divorce. Sophia wasn’t the type of person to really speak about her emotions, she rarely even did it to you. So, after your high school years, Sophia and you went on a trip to Los Angeles. You spent most of your summertime there and basically fell in love with the city. So, as soon as you both got home you started to plan something you never thought you would ever do together. After a lot of talking with both families, and a lot of discussions on how they would handle all of this, the girls officially decided to start looking for an apartment in Los Angeles. In the meantime, their first year of college had started. Sophia wanted to study on the east side of The Netherlands, while you chose to study a bit closer to home. But the distance between your two colleges didn’t keep you from meeting one another and you both still stood behind your decision to move to Los Angeles. You two became very popular on Instagram and even TikTok became a way to show off who you were. Sophia decided to take an extra step and started doing YouTube, you on the other hand were just fine with what you were already doing. Sometimes Sophia couldn’t help but ask for your help when it came down to the creative ideas for editing or content. In a nutshell, the summer of 2019 was a life-changing summer for you and Sophia.

The taxi ride from the hotel in London to the theater in Waterloo was way longer than the three friends has anticipated. “I told you we should have gone with the London Underground.” You shut the car door. “No way, not while wearing this.” Sophia and Max angrily said in chorus. “Whatever fashionistas. At what time did you say it started Max?” You ask while looking around the venue. “I was told to be here at 7 PM, it is 7:30 PM thanks to both of you.” Max states bit pissed off not looking up from his phone. “Max I don’t think we missed anything, just the red carpet.” Max looks up and sees that people just cleaned up the red carpet. “Really something for you to mistake the time Max.” Sophia stated. “I swear it said that it will start at 7 PM.” Max claimed. “Let’s go inside before we actually miss anything.” and you lock arms with your friends. Without any hesitation, the three of you walk inside and Max immediately walks up to his old teammate Daniel Ricciardo. “There you are! I was about to text you, man.” Daniel says in excitement when he sees his friend walking up to him. “Y/N and Sophia, lovely to see both of you again.” and Daniel turns to the two girls who were walking behind Max. “Likewise Daniel.” and you hug Daniel. “We didn’t miss too much, right?” Sophia asks while hugging Daniel. “No, not yet. They just started letting people in.” Just when Daniel finished his sentence Max is being called by Christian Horner. “See you later Dan.” Max says and walks with the girls to Christian. “You three are the first once in.” Christian says and walks away. When the worker asks for your tickets, you see two boys playing around on the stage. It looks like one of them is trying to make words out of the letters on the screen. When he tries to show his friend what word he made up, the boy notices that people are coming in and jumps off the stage. “Y/N? You coming?” Sophia looks at her friend who is still standing in the opening of the doors. “Yes, coming.” and you catch up to your friends. When you walk past the two boys, you make eye contact with one of them and both of you give a little smile. The seats are getting filled quickly and before you realize it, the screen starts to light up. The first episode of the new season starts playing.

As soon as the screen turns black everybody starts clapping and slowly leave the screening room. While walking back to the entry hall everyone gets a glass of champagne. “Now I know why you were invited to this premiere.” Sophia raises her glass and the three friends toast to Max starring in the new season. “Never again.” and Max downs his champagne. Meanwhile, Daniel has joined the table. “Well congrats both of you on starring in this season, I guess.” You say and take a small sip from the champagne. Daniel laughs while thanking you. Slowly there has been a conversation started around you, but you already lost your attention when you see the two boys again. You recognize one of them from the episode you just saw. His cap was shown and had a number on it. What number was on his cap again? Oh yeah, 55. You start thinking. So, then he must be.. what was his last name again. Sainz, Carlos Sainz. All of a sudden she gets dragged out of her thoughts when she hears her name. “Y/N? Sophia?” both girls startle when Max calls their name. “Sorry, what were you saying?” You try to save yourself. “What were you doing?” Max questioned his friend while trying to find what she was looking at. “Me? Just putting some faces to race numbers and names.” You confess and Sophia nods in agreement. “I can just introduce you to them.” Max drags you and Sophia around the hall without giving you a chance to say anything back. Before they reach any drivers Christian holds you up. “Hi Y/N and Sophia! Sorry, I didn’t have the time to properly greet you before.” and Christian holds out his hand. “We fully understand that.” Sophia says and both of the girls shake his hand. “While we are here. Let me introduce you to Zak Brown, CEO of McLaren.” Max says and pushes his friends towards Zak. You and Sophia politely shake the hand of the team boss. “How are you doing?” Christian asks to avoid any silence. “Everything is alright, really loved seeing Red Bull last season.” Sophia replies. “That is good to hear. You Y/N?” “I’m doing fine, but I have to say McLaren surprised me last season.” You reply and smile at Zak. Zak starts laughing. “I like you already. How long have you been watching Formula 1?” Zak asks “Long enough to know that the hard work from the past years is finally starting to pay off.” You reply to Zak’s question. “Well, we have to meet some other people.” Max says and slowly turns away from the group. “We talk later Christian?” Max asks before completely leaving. “My drivers should be around here somewhere. I think they would love to meet some new people.” Zak squeezes in before the three friends leave and winks at you. “Yes Max, we will. Y/N I will remember what you said tonight.” Christian says and tries to look angry towards you. While walking off you mouth to Christian that you’re sorry.

“Y/N did you really have to say that in front of Christian?” Max asks when the three friends have distanced themselves from Christian and Zak. “I can’t hide my proudness for McLaren in front of the CEO.” You confess with a wide smile on your face. “You support McLaren?” someone says behind you. You turn around to see Carlos Sainz and the other boy from earlier. “I do indeed” You reply to Carlos. “I’m Carlos Sainz by the way and this is Lando Norris.” both boys put out their hands and you shake the hands of both drivers. “Nice to meet you..” and you shake Lando’s hand. “..I’m Y/N and this is Max, but you probably know him and this is Sophia.” Carlos and Lando smile and shake hands with Sophia. “Well nice to meet you both”. She says while shaking their hands. “So I heard that some of the drivers are going to an after-party, are you all coming as well?” Carlos directs his question to you. “Well I mean, I don-“ You try to say before Max cuts you off. “We are definitely coming.” Max enthusiastically says. “Max we’re leaving tonight, we can’t,” You say annoyed. In the meantime, some more people have joined the group that was forming in the middle of the hall. “A few hours won’t hurt.” Daniel says and tries to persuade you with his smile. “Exactly, Sophia what are you thinking?” Max turns to Sophia who wasn’t listening clearly to what Max was saying because she caught the eye of one boy that just joined the group. “Depends on who is going?” Sophia questions while maintaining eye contact with the same boy. “Well obviously Daniel and me..” Max starts looking around the group. Some of the drivers and their spouses nod their heads. “..Alex, Pierre, Charles, Carlos and you, Lando?” “Sure, you also coming, George?” Lando turns to his friend. The boy, who Sophia has been staring at, responds. “I’m in for a party.” “So, are you two coming?” Max turns to his friends seeing that they are debating with themselves. “Sure.” Sophia answers shortly. “I don’t know Max. I mean-.” You get cut off by Max once again. “Please Y/N? We haven’t seen each other in ages! Plus it is not often that Sophia says yes to after-parties.” Max puts on his puppy eyes, begging you to come along. “Fine, but not too long.” You sigh, giving in on the pressure your friend has been giving you. “Can’t promise any of that.” Max says and everyone starts laughing. “So where is this party actually?” Carlos says, who was joined by a blond pretty looking girl. “Just a few blocks from here. I think we could all walk there?” Max looks around and everyone nods in agreement. Soon the big group of drivers and friends are walking the streets of Waterloo. When you and Max are walking ahead of the group, you ask Max if he was the one starting this after-party rumor. “I did. I just needed some distracting from..” Max confesses. “I know, no need to say anything. You could have at least warned some of us. I mean we could have gone out partying earlier this week.” You say and pinch your friend. “No, I was busy with Red Bull and by the way, you two were busy with these modeling shoots.” Max replies with a serious tone. “You have made a point there.” and both break down in a laugh. “What is so funny?” Sophia asks when the group has caught up to the two laughing “Y/N being dumb as always. But we are here guys.” Max says and turns to the entry of the club.

WATERLOO, ENGLAND - FEBRUARY 4TH 2020

“First round is on me!” Max screams above the music as soon as they step into the club. Max walks off to the bar and the rest starts to form a little circle around the table Max has managed to reserve. “So, I think some of us hadn’t really gotten a chance to introduce ourselves properly earlier. I’m Pierre Gasly.” and he shakes Sophia’s and your hand. “I’m Sophia.” “Y/N, nice to meet you.” and they go around the group. Max has come back with a big bottle of champagne followed by some girls holding champagne glasses. “Cheers to an eventful night!” Max toasts and everybody takes a sip from the champagne. You and Sophia are being dragged to the dance floor by Charlotte, Isa, and Lily. While the girls are having the time of their lives, showing off their best dance moves, the boys around the table start asking Max some questions about his two best friends. “So Max, tell us who are Y/N and Sophia? How do you know them?” Carlos asks. “They are sisters to me. They are truly the best thing that happened to me. Without them, I wouldn’t have been here.” Max responds, begin already tipsy from the drinks he had. You had made your way back already. “Are we being sentimental again Max?” You mingle in the group. “Are you two his sisters?” Pierre asks with a very confused face, just like half of the people around the table. “Is he telling you all we are his sisters? We are not.” You laugh. “Then how are you related to him?” Carlos tries once again. In the meantime, the other girls had made their way back as well. “We met Max last summer, during a party of a mutual friend of ours.” You reply to Carlos. “Very fun party actually.” Max has a big smirk on his face, making the group confused again. “Just a BBQ with some drinks. We chatted for a while, shared some laughs, and then we became close friends.” Sophia continues replying to Carlos. “After that party, we met up a few times, mainly for other parties.” You give in. “Party trio.” Max tries to intervene. “So this night is one of those meet-up moments?” Pierre asks. “Oh no, we both enjoy watching Formula 1.” You say, sounding a bit sarcastic. Most of the boys start laughing. “Quite a lot actually.” Sophia clarifies and makes eye contact with George, who was one of the few not laughing. All of a sudden everybody stops laughing and looks seriously at Sophia and you who are just nodding, confirming your love for Formula 1. “We have never seen you around the paddock, have we?” Lily asks. “No, we have never been asked by our oh-so-close friend.” You reply and sarcastically look at Max who has lost his attention to another group on the dance floor. “Why do I have a feeling that I have met you two though.” Lily looks questioned. “Really? When?” Sophia asks in confusion. “I don’t know, but I recognize your faces from somewhere.” Lily claims, trying to find out where she knows you from. At the same time, the whole group is staring at Sophia and you. “Oh, that could also be because of TikTok or social media in general.” Sophia thinks she found the answer. “You are TikTokers? Or however, they call those people?” George asks a bit harsh full. “I prefer influencer, but if that is more comfortable to you than yes.” You reply with the same harsh full attitude. “No, I haven’t used TikTok. Have you two been in Los Angeles recently?” Lily asks. “We were there two weeks ago.” Sophia continued to reply to Lily. You and George meanwhile, have made up the little tension going on and are now laughing about it. “You two have been looking for a place in downtown Los Angeles?” “Yes. We are actually moving there soon.” Sophia exclaimed, getting the attention back from you and George. “That is it! Well, you two are my neighbors then. Not really neighbors but we live in the same street.” Lily says relieved. “I remember now. You asked us for a screwdriver, but we didn’t have any because we were just looking at the place.” You add to the conversation. “Yes! Congrats on the place then.” and Lily hugs Sophia and you. “Influencers? Moving to Los Angeles? I still don’t get the connection with why you are here tonight.” George says. “We watch Formula 1 every race weekend.” Sophia smiles at George. “Since a very young age to be honest. So when Max finally got the chance to invite us to anything Formula 1 related he did.” You continue to answer George’s question. “Speaking about Max, where did he go?” Sophia asks and everyone starts looking around. “Getting more drinks..” Sophia and you say in chorus making the group break out in a laugh. “Why hasn’t he invited you to any races? I mean if you have been watching it on TV for so long.” George asks when everyone has recovered from laughing. “She didn’t let him.” You answer him. “She?” George looks confused at you. “Max’s ex-girlfriend. Probably the reason why we have been dragged to this club tonight.” You reply. “When the three of us became friends, she didn’t like that we were going out all the time. So every chance she had to ruin a fun moment, she did.” Sophia adds. “But they seemed really happy together.” Pierre claims. “Oh they were, don’t get us wrong. We were fine with her, nothing went wrong really. She just didn’t like the idea of us being around.” You explain. Max has slowly started walking towards the group. “That explains why Max is drunk.” Pierre looks over to Max. “This is just tipsy Max.” You see that Max is approaching Sophia. “I’m not dancing with you Max, not happening.” Sophia is a bit annoyed and flicks Max his hands off of her. “I will Max.” You grab Max his hand and drag him to the dance floor. Max is indeed very tipsy and starts dancing very temptingly with you to the music. Some other people from the group took this moment also to enjoy the music and dance. “Max his ex was jealous basically?” Lando asks, basically saying his first words of the night. “Sorry, what?” Sophia was focused on her two friends and got shocked when Lando started talking. “His ex, was jealous that he might have feelings for any of you? Or the other way around.” Lando explains himself. “No no, none of us have feelings for Max and he doesn’t have any feelings for us, for all I know.” Sophia sees that Lando is staring at you and Max dancing. “He did make it sound like one of you had a relationship with him, and considering the current situation.” George says. “Max gets, how should I say, a bit too much of everything when he gets drunks. So Y/N being Y/N she knows how to handle that and I tried, but I can’t. We are used to this Max. I think we can even say that we don’t know him in any other way.“ and they all start laughing. During Sophia her story, you had walked off to the restrooms to freshen up, while Max was just walking back to the table. “You guys are no fun.” Max says with a double tongue and falls on the couch. “We will be in a second.” George says and gives Sophia a wink.

Meanwhile, at the restrooms, you were washing your hands when you heard a familiar voice. “There you are. I knew you would be here tonight. Come dance Y/N” You turn around to see him. “No thank you, Lewis. I’m doing fine.” You want to walk off. Lewis approached you and grabbed your arm. “Come on, I know you like dancing.” You try to get loose out of Lewis his grip, but with every turn you make he starts grabbing your arm harder. “Y/N finally! I have been looking for you silly.” You look up and see Daniel standing in the door opening. Daniel didn’t walk with the group to the club, which made it impossible for him to find the group once he arrived at the club. “Daniel I was looking for you as well.” You say with relief in your voice. Daniel walks up to you and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Let’s go dancing.” and they both walk away from the restrooms. You look around one more time just to make sure that Lewis isn’t following you. “Thank you so much, Daniel..” You say when you see that Lewis isn’t around. “..You can go back if you need.” “I didn’t need to go. I just heard your voice and you didn’t sound fine. So I walked in.” Daniel smiles. “How did you know about Lewis?” You ask Daniel while walking back to the table. “Max has told me.” Daniel replies. You approach the table and see that everybody has made their way back. Some with drinks in their hands and some just secretly dancing along to the music. Daniel has still his arm wrapped around you. “Wow, you move on quickly.” Max says disappointed when he sees his best friends standing there. Daniel quickly puts his hands up as if he is held at gunpoint. Sophia sees that something isn’t right about the situation and walks up to you. “What happened?” Sophia whispers to you, but not silent enough because Lando who is standing not too far away could hear the conversation. “He strikes once again.” You reply and Sophia comforts her. Max has caught up to the situation and immediately sits straight up as if he had sobered up. “I’m so going to punch that dude one day.” Max stands up to take off. Sophia, you, and Daniel stop Max from moving any further and tell him to calm down. “No Max, calm down. Daniel was there in time luckily.” You say and put Max down on the couch. It becomes quiet around the table. The silence is killing, although they’re at a club. “Alright, let’s all go dancing. We are here for a fun night.” You try breaking the silence and you drag Max and Daniel to the dance floor, who have each dragged somebody else to the dance floor. They all dance for a while. Asking each other questions and making small talk. All of a sudden Max’s and your favorite number come on. Max grabs you and you start dancing. Sophia looks over to her friends and sees Lando in the background staring at them. At some point, Max spins you too far and loses his grip on your wrist and you slip away, making you bump into someone’s chest.

“I’m so sorry, my friend is-“ You get cut off by the boy who just caught you. “Drunk? Max?..” You look up and laugh. “..No worries, I have seen him like this before as well.” Lando says. You take a step back and comment “Well, now we are here. Why not make the best out of this moment?” “I can’t dance.” Lando says nervously. “Fake it till you make it.” You smile and start leading Lando slowly. Lando picks up quickly and takes over the lead. When the music comes to an end Lando spins you around once more and as soon as the music switches your faces end up really close. “You want something to drink?” Lando quickly lets go of you. You nod and you both walk towards the bar. “What can I get you?” the bartender asks as you and Lando sit down. “Just a water for me.” You say. “Same over here.” When the bartender leaves to get the water bottles, Lando asks “You’re not drinking?” “I was about to ask you the same thing..” and they laugh “..No I have two people to take care of.” You say and look over to your best friends who are still dancing. “Not a big fan of drinks myself.” Lando replies to your question. In the meantime, the bartender had set down their drinks. “Cheers to not being drunk?” You hold up the bottle of water. “Cheers to that.” Lando and you toast. It is silent between them for a second until Lando compliments you. “You’re an amazing dancer.” “So you have been looking all this time?” You tease. “No, no I was basing it on what just happened.” Lando starts to blush. “I was just joking Lando. But thank you, you’re not that bad yourself.” You try to relieve some tension. The silence falls between them again for a split second. “Sorry if my friend offended you earlier.” Lando says and turns around to you. “George? It is all fine. I just don’t like being called that.” You also turn around to Lando. “What do you do on social media?” Lando asks. “Uh, I do some dancing and music. I talk about clothes and education. Creative things as well or modeling. Oh, and I obviously talk about Formula 1 on the race weekends.” You answer with a smile. “I see why you prefer to be called an influencer.” He says and smiles as well. You want to ask Lando a question but you get dragged onto the dance floor by Sophia. Just before you disappear in a sea of people you apologize to Lando by mouthing sorry.

While you and Lando were talking, George had found a moment to talk to Sophia as well. George walks up to Sophia and asks “So you do this quite often?” “We don’t always party when we meet up, but mostly when Max is around we do end up at a party.” and Sophia smiles. George smiles back and wants to ask Sophia something but she cuts him to it by saying “It also barely gets to this point though. Normally Max can control himself a bit better.” She looks at Max who is being a mess around their friend group. “So the love for Formula 1, how did that happen?..” George asks all of a sudden. “..apart from watching it since you were born, you said?” He adds and smiles. “I guess it really is just something that we got used to watching.” “But who got you into watching?” “Oh, our dads 100%. At some point, Y/N and I decided to have our own watch parties because our dads stopped watching.” “Well, that is some dedication there,” George starts laughing. “What got you into Formula 1?” Sophia asks, trying to be polite and not too much of a standard girl meeting a Formula 1 driver. “My Formula 2 career.” George and Sophia start laughing. “My older brother and father were really into karting, so I joined my brother here and there and made my dad my engineer. That is how things started rolling really.” George then answers seriously. “So who are the single ones in this group?” Sophia asks with a smile, trying to show her interest. “Just me and Lando, oh and Pierre but you never really know with him.” “With who you don’t really know what?” Sophia asks, not being able to hear the name clearly. “With Pierre..” and George points at his friend on the dance floor “..one time you think he is single and then all of a sudden he shows up with a girl.” “Oh, Max is something like that as well,” Sophia says and they start laughing. When Sophia hears a specific song turn up, she and you can’t withstand dancing too, she excuses herself to George and walks off looking for you.

WATERLOO, ENGLAND - FEBRUARY 5TH 2020

“There you are. You were gone all of a sudden after you danced with Max.” Sophia happily says when she has found her friend. “He is the one who lost grip of me and let me bump into someone.” You say and feel that the heat is rising to your cheeks. “You weren’t dancing with Max the whole time?” Sophia asks confused, not noticing you were blushing. “No? Where is he though?” You start to look around. “I don’t know. But that doesn’t matter, who were you dancing then with?” Sophia turns your head so that she can look you in the eyes. “I have found him. He is dancing with some other girls.” You are trying to avoid eye contact with Sophia. “Don’t avoid my question Y/N” “With Lando.” You feel that you are blushing again. “I knew I was seeing things right. Did you know George, Lando, you, and I are basically the only ones single here?” Sophia says, hoping her friends understand the little hint. “Well I’m pretty sure there are way more people in this club who are single at the moment, but why do you care?” You are confused by the comment your friend just made. “Come on Y/N, you don’t need to hide you’re attracted to him.” Sophia’s face has a cheeky smile. “To who?” You are still confused. “Lando? Don’t tell me there is nothing there.” Sophia is now standing still in the middle of the dance floor. “What? I just met him. Besides I don’t have feelings for anyone at the moment.” You even get a little offended. Max joins the two girls who are just standing still on the dance floor. “You don’t stand still on a dance floor..” He comments, looking at his friends knowing something is off “..What is going on?” He is now also standing still on the dance floor. “You might have seen it as well. Y/N and Lando there is something there, right?” Sophia tries to convince you by asking Max this question. “Oh definitely. You know what, I will send him your number.” and Max grabs his phone out of his pocket. “No, why would you do that! Max give me your phone! There is nothing.” You’re trying to grab Max his phone out of his hands. “Done.” Max shows the text to you and Sophia. “For those in need. Y/N’s number 😉.” the text reads. “Great, now I have random people texting me.” and you walk off pissed. “Just some people you met tonight.” Max shouts trying to reach you. While you walk off to the bar, Sophia is joined by Charlotte, Lily, and Isa. “Can I just say that you two are super good dancers? I’m jealous honestly.” Isa says not noticing you left. “Thank you, also from Y/N,” Sophia smiles. “We should definitely hang out together. Can I ask what your numbers are? If you would like to hang out as well of course!” Charlotte asks. “Yes sure.” Sophia says and gives Charlotte both her and your phone numbers. Charlotte makes a group chat for just the girls. “We have officially a group chat now!” Charlotte exclaims. “We should dance to that!” Lily joins in on the excitement. While the four girls are having fun on the dance floor, you are still at the bar, Max has joined his friends at the table. “Why did you send Y/N’s number in our chat?” Pierre asks when Max has made his way to the table. “She could use some dates, both of them actually. They are so single.” Max replies to Pierre. “I figured you had a relationship with one of them since they aren’t your sister.” Pierre says. “No man, I could never date them. They are my best friends.” Max says back. When you finally got your drink you walked back to the table, hoping not many people would be there. You sit down, still being pissed at Max for what he just did. “Everything alright?” You then hear someone saying in front of you. You look up and see Lando standing there. “Sort of, I guess.” You say and Lando sits down next to you. “You look pissed.” Lando commented, hoping he just didn’t make things worse. “I am.” You say, normally you wouldn’t want to talk about it, but right now you didn’t care. “How so? We are at a party.” Lando smiles. “Max, Max is just being annoying.” “You pissed at him because of the text?” Lando asks politely. “Yes, I don’t know why I’m pissed at him for it, but I am.” “I think I would be as well. I mean, like what, six random boys now have your phone number. We could be stalkers for all you know.” Lando says hoping he can cheer you up. You start smiling at what Lando just said. Without both of them noticing, you are sitting really close to one another and slightly are brushing your arms against each other when they move to talk. “So are you from around here?” You then ask, being fully cheered up by Lando. “Not really, I live in Woking.” Lando says. “Woking? Oh, close by the McLaren Technology Centre, quite handy.” You smile. “I suppose you are not from around here.” “You are correct. Born and raised in The Netherlands.” Y/N wanted to continue the little conversation that they were having, but they got interrupted by someone. “I noticed you were staring at me after the screening.” Carlos says and joins you and his friend at the table. “Sorry?” You reply, being shocked by the way Carlos just stated that. “After the screening, when everyone went back to the hall, you were staring at me, weren’t you?” Carlos explains himself. “Oh, I didn’t mean to make it obvious. I was trying to put some faces to some names. Your face was the only one I recognized and could pair with a race number.” You nervously start laughing because you feel caught. “It’s fine. But my race number? I’m not wearing it.” Carlos looks at his outfit. “No in the episode, your cap revealed a number so I figured it must have been your race number. Since it was on your head, I made the connection when I saw you in the hallway.” “Impressive.” Lando says trying to join the conversation. “I truly only know race number and last names.” You smile uncomfortably. “Let’s test that then.” Carlos says, to keep the conversation going between Y/N and his mate. “Let’s start easy. What is Max his number?” Carlos asks at first. “33, that is way too easy Carlos.” You emphasize the fact that it was easy. “Alright, what about Daniel’s then? You seem to know him.” Carlos continues his questionnaire. “Oh, taking big steps now. I’m feeling the pressure, but it is 3.” You say without any hesitation letting Carlos know that this was also an easy one. “You know what, I will make a big step. What is Lando his number?” Carlos then says while looking at his friend. Lando is just sitting there, making a questioned face, putting you slightly under pressure. “No pressure at all here..” You joke and start to really think about this one. “..You drive for McLaren right?..” You then ask Lando as a joke, hoping he will give a clue in any sort of way. But both of the boys don’t move a muscle. “..Alright, not making things easier here..” Lando is slightly getting offended by the time you are taking. “..What am I talking about, your race number is 4.” You then say, proudly smiling but also doubting yourself. “You passed!” Carlos states and gives you a high five. “I don’t know mate. For all I know, she just went with 4 because her last answer was 3.” Lando says trying to challenge you. “Alright, give me last names and I will give you numbers.” You take on the challenge. Not knowing what names to expect. “Every driver you met this night, apart from the ones you already answered.” Lando says and looks at you, patiently waiting for an answer. “Not going easy on me, are you? Well, Leclerc is 16. Pierre was his name, right? Is number 10. Alex is 23, I reckon, and George must be 63.” You say trying to convince Lando after taking some time to think about the last two. “I mean, while you’re at it. How about the new people for the upcoming season?” Lando says knowing whatever you’re going to say he can’t confirm nor deny. “Mate you don’t even know that yourself, you barely know them from last season.” Carlos comments, taking away the whole challenge. “Guess I outplayed you there.” You say and pat Lando on his back. Lando fake smiles which made both of you laugh. “Guess you just got lucky.” He says once you stop laughing and smirks.

Just when the three of them recover from all the laughing, everybody from the group slowly comes back to the table. Max on the edge of being wasted comes back with more champagne. “Champagne time!” Max shouts and opens the bottle of champagne. Without really having any choice Max hands you and Lando a glass of champagne. When Max finishes his toast everyone downs their glass of champagne, except for Lando and you, you just take a little sip out of the glass. When everybody puts their glasses on the table Lando and you look at one another and start laughing. Max notices that you both didn’t drink the whole thing, so he takes your glasses and downs them himself, making Lando and you laugh even more. Within a second Max is off to the dance floor once again and so are the girls. This time you are going with them. They all dance for a while when you feel some hands on your body. As quick as those hands touched you, you turned around and had your hand ready to hit the person behind you. “Max you idiot. I would have hit you.” You growled when you realize it is just your friend. “I need to talk with you,” Max whispers in your ear and he drags you to a corner of the club. “What do you want to tell me?” You ask when you are standing in a corner. “I want to take her back to the hotel,” Max is struggling for words and pointing at a girl, who is dancing with her friends. You recognize the group, Max has been dancing with them for quite some time tonight. “You can’t Max. We have to leave early in the morning.” “But I can make it quick. You know-“ You cut Max off, not wanting to hear anything about how he would spend the night with the girl. “That is not happening Max. You are not bringing her to the hotel.” You walk away. When you arrive at the table you see that some people are having a conversation, while others are still enjoying the music on the dance floor. “Y/N tell them how it is possible, that we didn’t know who they were, although we are obsessed with Formula 1,” Sophia is slightly struggling to pronounce some words. You notice that Sophia is tipsy and support her by putting your arm around her. Without realizing you’re now facing Lando. You look him in the eyes and start talking. “We genuinely have never been bothered to know what was underneath the helmets. No offense to your faces..” and you smile, noticing that Lando is also smiling. “..the sport has been with us for our whole lives. So after a few years, you realize race numbers, teams, and last names are easier to remember than faces.” You say. “So how does it feel to finally meet the faces underneath the helmets?” George asks while maintaining eye contact with Sophia. “It is a pleasure.” She replies with a big smile on her face. While those two slowly start having their own conversation, Lando moves over to you. “You’re making faces again..” He whispers “..this time you look uncomfortable.” “I hate to say it, but it is Max again.” and you both laugh. “What did he do this time?” Lando asks. “Just got too much detail on some of his plans,” You say, trying to spare Lando the same image you’re having in your mind right now. “You lost me there.” He says. “Don’t blame me if you get scared for this. But I just had to hear Max explain to me what he wanted to do to one of the girls in this club..” Lando immediately starts making the same face you made a few minutes ago. “..I tried to save you.” You start laughing. “Oh lord, why would he share that with you?” “If I knew Lando, I would do anything to never be the victim again,” You say and start yawning. “Am I boring to you now” Lando sarcastically says. “No, no. What time is it?” “Almost 2 AM,” Lando says after quickly looking at his watch. “I don’t want to ruin tonight, but I think it is time for us to leave,” You announce after the private conversation with Lando. Some of the people in the group had already left or wandered off to other friends. “Really Y/N? I just started to have fun.” Sophia tries walking away from you. “I have noticed, but we have a flight to catch,” You say and drag Sophia back. “Fine. Where is Max?” Sophia says and you both walk off to the exit.

“I don’t know. I thought he was behind me when I walked away from him earlier.” You continue walking outside when you both bump into George and Lando. “Everything alright?” George asks noticing that the girls are looking worried and Max is not with them. “We have lost Max, which is usual by now. But we really need to go and don’t even have a taxi. This is going to take forever.” You are slightly getting pissed. “Why don’t Sophia and I look inside for Max? Lando and you stay outside to call a taxi and catch Max in case he comes outside?” George suggests. “I agree with that.” Sophia says and walks inside with George before you or Lando could say anything back. You let out a big sigh and roll your eyes. “So I will call a taxi? Then you can think about where Max might be.” Lando takes his phone out of his pocket and starts dialing for a taxi. “Thank you.” You say after Lando tells you that he has ordered a taxi. Shortly after you start shivering. “Here take my jacket, before you start freezing.” Lando says noticing that you’re not only shivering but also trying to keep yourself warm by taking little dances steps. “No, it is fine.” You say continuing to shiver. “It’s going to take a while before either Max or that taxi is coming.” Lando says and smiles at you. You give in and let Lando take off his jacket. When Lando has taken off his jacket he puts it over your shoulders and you thank him with a smile. It is indeed taking a very long time for either Max or the taxi to show up. Then suddenly a girl comes walking out of the club with Max by her side. “There you are!” You say with relief seeing her friend walk out alive of the club. “I will let George know we found him.” Lando says and makes a quick call to George. You nod and walk over to the girl. “I suppose this is your friend.” the girl says. “Yes, he is. I’m so sorry for whatever embarrassing he has done.” You take over the slouching Max. “It’s all fine. He was actually quite nice company.” the girl says and walks off. But she changes her mind and turns around and says “Uh… Could you give him this? Only if he remembers me after he has sobered up.” The girl hands you a piece of paper. “Yes of course. May I ask for your name, in case he does start asking about you?” You ask, hoping Max will remember her. “Kelly.” She smiles and walks off. In the meantime, George and Sophia have found their way back outside, and the taxi arrived. “Come Max, we are going to the hotel.” You walk with Max towards the taxi. Max only grunts and stumbles into the taxi. Sophia is saying her goodbyes to George and Lando and when she walks towards the taxi she also stumbles to get in. “Let me help you..” You say and help your friend into the taxi. “..Sorry that for both of you the night had to end like this.” You say when facing George and Lando. “It is alright. I hoped you had just as much fun as your friends.” George says and he smiles, Lando just nods. “Yes, it was an eventful night. Thank you again for your help with finding Max and you for calling the taxi.” as you turn to Lando. “No problem. Glad to hear you still had fun tonight.” and he is now smiling as well. “Oh, your jacket. Almost forgot.” You start smiling and give Lando his jacket back. “It would have found its way back eventually.” Lando receives his jacket with a big smile on his face. “I’m not so sure about that..” You start laughing. “..Well, since I probably won’t be seeing you any time soon, I guess this is goodbye,” You say and start gathering all courage to say goodbye to George and Lando. “What?” Lando and George say at the same time. “We are going back to The Netherlands now and a few weeks later we are officially moving to LA.” You explain “Really?” They once again say in chorus. “Yes, so if it is alright with you I would like to say goodbye with a hug?” You smile softly. “Of course!” George says and he hugs you. “Yes, no that seems appropriate right now.” Lando says struggling to get the right words out. You hug Lando as well, only your hug is a bit longer than the one you had with George. “Well, I hope that we get to see one another eventually someday. But until then, all the luck with the upcoming season and know that we will be cheering from a very different time zone.” You smile and step into the taxi. Lando and George wave at the taxi until it is around the corner.

“So that was a long hug,” George says while walking with Lando to their taxi. “What?” Lando just coming back to reality after replaying some parts with you of tonight in his head. “Your hug with Y/N? It was longer than mine.” George emphasized on Y/N. “No, it only looked like that mate. You got some lipstick on your cheek though.” Lando says trying to switch the subject of the conversation. “No, I don’t,” George replies quickly but does wipe his cheek to make sure. Lando starts laughing.

LONDON, ENGLAND - FEBRUARY 5TH 2020

Luckily the ride back from Waterloo to the hotel in London didn’t take as long as earlier. “Max, stop working against me please.” You’re trying to get Max up walking, but at the same time on the other side is Sophia, who is still struggling with every step she takes. You unlock the door of the hotel room. When you reach the beds you drop Max on one bed and Sophia on the other. Max sits up in bed and says “I don’t want to sleep here.” “Max we have given back the other hotel room this evening. Just close your eyes for now.” You see that Max falls back onto the bed. You start gathering the last few things from the floor and put them in a suitcase. In the corner of your eye, you see that Max is walking towards the bathroom. “Max? What are you doing?” You don’t get a response, but from the puking noise, you know that you need to run to the bathroom. As soon as you’re in the bathroom you close the door. Hoping that Sophia hasn’t heard the noise, otherwise you had to deal with two people throwing up. “Alright, Max..” You start rubbing Max his back and he goes again “..You done?” Max nods and sits down on the floor. You grab a washing cloth and make it wet. “Use this to clean your face. I will be right back.” You say and walk out of the bathroom. Knowing Max, he will not be able to stand up from that place. So you grab two pillows and your phone. Might as well get something to do while being stuck. “Good, let’s sit down here so that you can lay down on this pillow..” Max nods and immediately lays down on your lap after you sat down next to Max and put a pillow onto your lap “..So how long until the next party?” You ask before Max falls asleep. “Long.. Very long,” Max replies and you laugh. All of a sudden you get a text.

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Hi!

Happy New Year! 😃 There’s so many to choose from but as soon as I saw this one, I knew it was the one I wanted to pick.

Prompt #35 from Prompt List #2 - Frankie Morales

Thank you!

#35: “About the baby...it’s yours.”

Ohhh, this is inch resting! Enjoy!

Frankie Morales x Reader ; warnings: pregnancy (and any and all things related to it), mentions of sex, drinking, smooches.

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“No,” you sighed in frustration as you looked at the small white stick in your hands. It was a simple pregnancy test, but right now it felt like a ticking time bomb. You read over the singular word in frustration before tossing it onto the floor and watching as it skidded to a stop next to the bathtub.

Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.

It couldn’t be right though, surely it had to be a false positive. But then...what about all the rest of the tests you had taken? All nine others were lined up on the counter, a testament to how determined you were to find out that you weren’t pregnant. But...could ten tests really be lying? What were the odds that all of them were false positives?

“Shit,” in a burst of anger you tossed them all off the counter and onto the floor, tears already running down your cheeks as you sank to the floor in frustration. How could this have happened? You were so careful every other time; you were on birth control and always made sure to have your partners use a condom. And yet...here you were. Pregnant and alone, crying on your bathroom floor.

You pulled your knees up to your chest as you decided to get all your tears out then and there before making a plan. One way or another, something was going to need to happen - and as soon as possible hopefully.

But then, as you sat there, crying and ignoring the incessant notifications on your going off on your phone, it hit you.

Frankie. Francisco Morales. He’d been the last person you had sex with.

Holy shit. No - there was no way. You couldn't be pregnant by your best friend that you'd secretly loved for years and had a drunken one night stand with. Absolutely not. Nope...that would be...the worst thing in the eternity of the universe. Some sort of vile joke that the universe would be playing on both of you. It couldn’t be him...no, no, no.

But...he was the last person you'd had sex with. And before then...it had been months since anyone else. Unless there was some sort of divine intervention on behalf of your uterus and you were some sort of abstinent Mary, Frankie Morales was the father of your baby.

The baby - not your baby. Rather, the small peanut inside of you. Referring to it as anything else was too...real. It was just a baby - a maybe baby. One you weren’t even sure you’d keep, wanted, or would tell Frankie about. But...shit. You couldn’t not. It would come out somehow, if not now, then later, in a moment of indiscretion, or another drunken evening. You had to tell him...even if it was just to let him know what happened before you made some sort of decision.

But what the hell were you supposed to tell him? Oh by the way, remember when we had sex two months ago? Yeah, well, I’m pregnant.

You must have forgotten to take your birth control, and neither of you must have had enough sense to remember a condom. Or one of the two failed...or both. Either way it was a perfect storm that resulted in the worst possibility.

The worst part of all?

Despite the upset and sheer terror you felt, there was a small part of you that wasn’t...entirely devastated. You’d never given much thought to children, having been perpetually single for the better part of the last decade, and hopelessly in love with your best friend. If there was a man that you wouldn't have minded children with, it would have been Frankie. He was a good man, always trying to be better, trying his best, and despite all the shit he’d been through in life, he still managed to have a soft, loving heart. He would have made a good father, that much you knew.

But shit. He was only your best friend, and unlike you, he wasn’t deep in love. Would he even want a baby? A child he’d have what - half custody of while you had the other? It would never work, it wasn’t meant to be...it just...no. There was no way in hell this was going to work out.

With that thought in your mind, you rested your head on your knees, crying and shaking as you tried to wrap your head around it all.

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“Hey,” you felt a soft touch on your arm as you heard your name being gently called, “hey, Bee...wake up.”

You opened your eyes, blinking away the dried tears and bleariness as you took in the face looking back down at you with a gentle smile. Momentarily forgetting your predicament, you offered him a smile of your own as he held out his hand to help you up to your feet.

“Frankie,” you gave him a curious look, “what are you doing here? It’s not movie night or anything.”

“I’ve been calling and texting,” he nodded in the direction of your discarded phone, which was blinking at you with notifications, “you didn’t answer and I got worried. It’s not like you. I wanted to see if you were up for getting a drink tonight? The brewery’s got a new ale out.”

“I...umm,” you quickly remember your situation as a sense of panic set into your bones. The tests and discarded boxes were still all over the floor, one right next to your phone. He had to have seen them. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you nodded lightly, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Frankie.”

“Yeah,” he said as he gave everything the once over. Another worry suddenly crossed your mind; you’d been drinking the last two months. Granted it hadn’t been anything crazy, just a beer here and there and a glass of wine on occasion, but still. Shit. He cleared his throat awkwardly as you scurried around to pick everything up. Ever the gentleman, he stepped into help, pausing slightly when he noticed all the positive tests, “you...ugh...you’re pregnant?”

“I-I guess,” you offered him the most neutral look you could muster up, “I just ugh...found out. It’s a bit of a surprise to me too.”

“Oh...you don’t…” he swallowed thickly as he nodded, more to himself than anything else as wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole, “do you…”

“I don’t know a lot,” you cut him off before he could continue his line of questioning, “i didn’t really know I was...pregnant until I missed my period this month. I-I-I thought last month was a fluke but two months in a row is disconcerting. So I panicked and got some tests.”

“Oh,” his eyes widened as you could practically hear the gears turning in his head as you realized what you said. You might as well have told him then and there, “I thought you were…”

“I am,” you tried to cover up your own tracks, “I’m on birth control, so I’m also a little...surprised. I’m trying to keep calm, but in all honesty I’m freaking out.”

“It’s okay, Bee,” he promised softly as he gently put his hand on your cheek, brushing his thumb over your cheek. It was hard not to melt into his touch and confess everything then and there, “I’m here for you. Whatever you need, whatever support you want, I’m here, every step of the way.”

“Frankie...I-I don’t know what to say…” your lip trembled with effort as you tried not to break down in a fit of tears again. It would be better to get it out in the open now and to just say it and let him know and -

“Either I get to be the best fun uncle, or...I’ll be here for you either way,” he insisted with a smile small before pulling you into a gentle, warm hug. You were stunned into silence, but decided to let things happen, wrapping your own arms around his waist as you buried your head in his chest.

You wouldn’t tell him now. But soon. You needed to. For your sake as well as his own.

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It was an odd feeling, walking out of the doctor’s office, clutching a stack of papers with more information than you knew what to do with, including a set of grainy black and white images. You’d cried - as you’d often been doing lately - but somehow you weren’t upset. It had been about two weeks since your surprise discovery, and with each passing day, it became more real.

You were still confused, more than you had ever been, but somehow you’d grown attached to the idea of the little bean that was inside of you. It was scary, more than anything else in life ever had been, but you...just...it was a lot.

No you just needed to tell Frankie.

It seemed like every time you’d tried, something or someone came up and interrupted, pulling his attention away or making it a most inopportune moment. But...shit. You couldn’t let this go much longer.

You’d tell him. Tonight. There was no doubt in your mind it was time to do it and then the pieces could fall wherever they landed and you’d figure it out. Keeping it from him just wouldn’t be fair, and you couldn’t imagine a world where you had this baby and Frankie only thought of himself of an uncle.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you walked into your apartment, ready to sit down and relax - and get yourself hyped to tell Frankie - before he came over for your weekly movie night.

But when you got in, your heart plummeted when you saw Frankie already in the kitchen, messing around with some snacks. Shit, shit, shit. He wasn’t supposed to be there for at least another two hours.

“Bee,” he grinned at you when spotted you, excitedly pointing at the various treats he was setting out, “you’re just in time!”

“And you’re early,” you tried to make light of it as you walked in and set everything down on the table, “I wasn’t expecting you for a while.”

“I know,” he grinned with a wink, “but I knew you’d be home soon, and wanted to do this for you. You’re dealing with a lot, and I just want to help however I can. How did it go? Did you get more information...what am I saying? Of course you did...how was it?”

“It was a lot,” you admitted, just like everything right now, “the doctor was really helpful and gave me so much information. But..ugh...the ba - it’s fine right now.”

“The baby?” he asked as you nodded, setting down the stack of papers, letting the sonogram images land on top, “you can call it a baby, Bee!”

“I know,” you huffed lightly with laughter at yourself, “it just...makes it feel so real. Calling it a baby. I dunno.”

“Bee’s having a baby...Baby Bee,” he said excitedly as he looked over your stack of papers, his soft brown eyes landing on the pictures, “maybe...a maybe Baby Bee…”

Before you could stop him, he reached for the sheet of images, bringing it up to his face as he furrowed his brows to study them closely. A small smile tugged on the corners of his mouth as he looked at them, and you couldn’t help but grin back at him. You were so in love with this man, it was almost painful sometimes. And you here you were, having his baby and he didn’t know, he wasn’t yours...that bad it all that much harder. Before you knew it, tears were running down your cheeks, and a sniffle escaped your lips.

“Umm, F-Frankie…: you whispered softly as he looked at you with a concerned expression, “about the baby...i-i-it’s...it’s yours.”

He stiffened for a moment, a million different expressions crossing his features as he looked between you and the sonograms and back at you. Opening and closing his mouth a few times, all he could manage was a small, “what?”

“I-I know I should have told you sooner, right when I found out and you came in,” you were crying now, a blubbering mess, “I just couldn’t do it...I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for all of this...you’re the only one I’ve been with in almost a year and I-I-I know it was a one night drunken thing, and I thought we were careful but this...just happened. I’m so sorry, Frankie.”

“It’s mine?” he asked softly as you nodded, watching as his eyes flicked to your still non-existent bump, “we’re having a baby? Together?”

“I-I know this isn’t what anything we expected,” you wiped at your eyes, “I-I don’t expect you to help or have anything to do with it, but I...I want to keep it…”

Frankie inhaled and exhaled deeply, setting the images back down before turning his attention to you. His gaze was on your face, eyes soft as ever before he closed the small distance between your bodies. Before you could ask what he was doing, his hands found your face, touching it tenderly for a few moments, almost as if he was asking you for permission, which you readily granted, before crashing his lips onto yours and kissing you deeply.

And it felt so...perfect. So natural as his arms wrapped around your waist and you put yours around his neck and held him close. He didn’t let you go, reluctant to part his lips from yours for even a moment, only doing so when you were left dizzy and breathless.

“I love you, Bee,” he whispered softly, chasing your lips with his own, “always you, for so long. It wasn’t supposed to be a one night stand, I just got so foolish and scared…”

“I love you, Francisco,” you promised, “you’ve been it for me for so long. I never thought…I never thought you would love me back. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be loved by you.”

“You’ve been loved by me for so long,” he promised, “you never had to wonder. I should have told you sooner.”

“Now is good,” you grinned at him, your head spinning with everything that was going on, “now is perfect.”

“Bee,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, stopping at your lips, “and Baby Bee. I couldn’t ask for anything better. I am so in love with you.”

“I love you more than anything,” you ran a hand through his dark locks, a few tears already spilling down your cheeks again. He beamed at you, gently wiping them away, “but, Frankie...you’re okay...with the baby? Keeping the baby?”

“Yes,” he whispered softly, his own eyes glistening with tears as he nodded, “yes. I want this...I’ve always wanted this. I want everything with you - you and only you.”

“Francisco…” you smiled, and just like that, you lit up his entire world, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he nuzzled his nose against yours as he breathed you in, “my Bee and Baby Bee. What more could I ever ask for?

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WHY WAS MICHELLE CLAPTON SO AGAINST LETTING ARYA BE PRETTY? (trying to help you in reaching your daily anti got post quota)

okay the first thing I saw was the words “Arya” and “pretty” in the same sentence and I thought you were trying to start up that discourse with me and I got scared for a sec.

But honestly, the real question is why wouldn’t Michelle Clapton let anyone look good? That woman was apparently on a mission to be the sole person responsible for the decline of creative costume design in the period drama genre. She tended to just design one outfit for each character that would last them 2-3 seasons. It looked stale and boring, especially since GRRM puts so much description and meaning into the clothing in the books. Like when Tyrion thinks about how Sansa “wears sorrow on her long dagged sleeves”, or how the blinded Arya has to learn to tell the difference between her different colored socks by feeling which one has stitching along the top. The Night’s Watch are the only group who wears all black, and you have to keep it that way, or else it loses its meaning. Cersei likes wearing green because it brings out her eyes. All of the clothing in the books adds into the character. And it’s also just creative. GRRM gave Clapton so much to work with (each house literally has its own colors to wear, it shouldn’t be that hard!) and she just chose to ignore all of it. Again, this is just a general problem with the whole production, like how D&D said that following the books “wouldn’t earn them bonus points.” They had zero respect for the material they were adapting, believing themselves to be better at doing this story than THE ACTUAL AUTHOR.

Since you brought up Arya, I’ll just focus on the outfits that people tend to hate the most: the costuming of show!Dany, show!Sansa, and show!Arya during the last two seasons. Obviously, they were horrible, and they only got like 2-3 outfits each throughout that whole period (maybe there were more, but they were so unmemorable and indistinguishable from the others that it doesn’t even matter). But let’s just brainstorm on what to do instead.

Dany: simple. STOP WITH THE FUCKING MONOCHROMATIC DRESSES. They were so lazy throughout the whole show. It was just blue, then white, then black or white fur. Dull dull dull. Put Dany in some winterized Dothraki-inspired clothing, with riding leathers, a chainmail shirt, thick horsehair pants, a black and red cloak, and flat-soled boots. If you’re going to keep ignoring her short hair, at least stop with the Party City wig that keeps magically conjuring more volume of hair out of nowhere. Give her a long braid.

Arya: Put her in the fucking Stark colors. And let her wear more than one outfit. The one she had was fine as a single outfit (that one-shouldered cloak thing wasn’t too bad), but not every single episode. Like Dany, Arya would most likely choose to wear pants most of the time, but she probably wouldn’t mind throwing on a wool dress once in a while. Perhaps have her in the formal dress style of her House/the North when they all meet Dany. For her hair, I don’t know why they wanted to scrape all the hair back off of Maisie and Sophie’s foreheads like that. Was it in their contracts that as much of their faces had to be showing on screen at all times possible and the hair would block that? Anyway, it’s just horrible styling for a couple reasons. 1) one of Arya’s characteristics is that her hair is always messy, it shouldn’t be in a tight style, and 2) if you’re gonna do braids in dark hair, you need to make them stand out, or else they get lost and the audience can’t see them. There’s a line in the books that mentions how Alys Karstark has strips of leather in her hair, and I think that that’s a great thing to build off of. Braid strips of leather or fabric into the northern girls’ hair, or add bands of bronze or iron around the braids. For Arya, I would either have her hair be completely loose and wind blown, or with small braids in the front of her hair that have accessories in them so they can be seen:

Sansa: holy shit just put her in a grey and blue wool dress. Everytime I think about show!Sansa’s costumes I just think about how Michelle Clapton said she gave her those dumb circle-chain necklaces because that’s what she likes to wear in her own life. Lady... if Sansa was your fashion-self-insert... you have bad style. For Sansa, I would, obviously, dress her in her house colors, as well as blue. I’d have her in mostly wool and fur, very little leather or metal, and inspired more by Celtic and Slavic folk clothing. For her hair, again, why, oh why, did they scrape it off her face like that? It makes her look so severe, and older than she was. You also can’t even see the back of her hair where the action is, because she’s facing the camera most of the time! I would give her braids that would be seen, and would frame her face. Perhaps braided pigtails:

Or a crown braid:

Now, something that annoys me about the whole show in general, not just with Dany, Sansa, and Arya, is the lack of crowns. Where’s Robb’s crown! Where’s Dany’s crown! Where’s Stannis’s crown! For the Stark sisters, I think that they should have had circlets, because they’re princesses. Jon was the king... he was their brother... they were princesses. It also solves the empty-foreheads problem. I would give Arya a simple, light bronze circlet, akin to the one Val is described to wear. And I would give Sansa something a bit more intricate, and made or dark iron to contrast her hair. One of my favorite hair styles in all of film is Éowyn’s hair during the funeral in The Two Towers. I think something like that would’ve been great for Sansa.

Also, last note, but I think it would be neat to show the characters doing their hair. Sansa walks into Arya’s room and we see Arya finishing up one of her braids. Arya walks into Sansa’s room, and Sansa is letting out her hair for the day. Show women interacting with their hair more, don’t make it feel like it’s just LEGO hair that they pop on every morning.

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evertyun · 3 years

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OPPOSITE ATTRACTION - ♯kang taehyun [ 1 ]

[ 1 ] — what goes on

PAIRING : kang taehyun x reader

GENRE : college au! fluff, maybe angst like 2%

"y/n, im a visionary not a dreamer, and if i want you, i want you"

"i am sorry but what??" you replied in utter shock unable to process what is going on right now.

"do you not understand?" taehyun pushed his brows together looking at you waiting for a reply knowing too damn well you are in all girls dream right now, if anyone of them witness this, you could lost your life on sight right here.

"i-i... i think luna is calling me! bye!" you panicked and ran off leaving the poor boy standing there after confessing to you.

you ran off straight to the girls washroom and look in the mirror quickly touching both your cheeks, no way this is happening, the kang taehyun yes kang taehyun just straight up said he wants you?

the next morning you treated the day as normal, of course not forgetting what happened yesterday, you went straight to your locker to get ready for first period.

"y/n!" you turned to where the voice came from, to see a girl linking arms with a tall black haired boy like drunk mates

"luna! morning, and who is that?" you asked seeing a new face not so familiar at all.

"oh him? that's beomgyu, we are part time colleagues unbelievable!" luna snorted out laughing and beomgyu greeted a small hello, being cheeky as usual he wink at you

"we getting some coffee and milk before heading to class wanna tag along?" luna asked you, while you were just packing and closing your locker door, agreeing like what could go wrong getting a morning beverage.

you were so wrong.

"tyun, strawberry milk in the morning again?" beomgyu coos out

"stop babying me before i make sure you can't speak again." taehyun turn and hissed at the slightly taller boy and to make eye contact with you

panicked you just nervously laugh "oh morning!" you smile and raising one hand slightly up at him

"morning y/n" he greeted back slightly smiling, and you swear to yourself that's the first time taehyun ever smile kinda at you? or you've seen

"woah woah woah am i missing something? l/n y/n" luna jokingly teases

"a whole season of penthouse 3" you replied jokingly giving your signature meme smile that got beomgyu laughing out loud.

after getting your drink, you notice taehyun wasn't with you all anymore, he must have left for his class. when you turn to your right you noticed taehyun was with yeonjun the school soccer team captain.

of course they have a match coming up too.

the bell ring signing its time for class as everyone disperse to their class, when walking to class walking up the stairs to class when you felt a tug causing you to turn to meet with the cherry headed boy.

you suck in all your breath

"t-taehyun h-hi?" you clearly are trying to hold in your emotion and laughter because what in tarnation is going on right now

"i hope you could watch the match today... even if sunghoon isn't in the line up" he said holding an eye contact with you

"i can try!" you replied getting ready to escape this unwanted attention you know you're getting from some girls right here and now. but he didn't let you go yet

"just think about what i said, there's no rush really, but yea have a good day" he said before walking off in a different direction, you know for sure you are embarrassed to even do anything right now

walking to class now you're just thinking, what kind of mess you got yourself into. you never had any memories with taehyun that's for sure besides the fact you both were in the same school since kindergarten til now.

what's more was the way both of you are built differently, personality wise. deep down you don't know what taehyun is feeling but you know for sure you don't feel the same, mainly because sunghoon the love of your life (self proclaimed) exist.

classes was okay besides the fact you keep wondering off thinking about what taehyun said, sure he is nice and all but no way you would like a stone, worst of all the man of every girls dream? just no, but you didn't have plan to turn him down because you're shy and scared to reject someone

noon came fast as you decided that maybe you should just go watch the match, i mean what could go wrong, although it means there's no sunghoon to look at but a cherry headed boy, how bad could it be. you left your class and look out the window from the fourth level, directly towards the field you could see everyone stretching and practicing, your eyes wonder to finally stop and follow a cherry headed boy jogging in circle next to the so familiar just met today beomgyu.

"oh who you looking at now sugar boo" you turn so quickly to be facing your best friend luna, denying with the "no one in particular" answer she just laughed off

"can't be sunghoon since he went for debate so, is it perhaps lover boy yeonjun?" luna teases as usual and there you go back to your insult

"yeonjun? seriously, i in no way would look at that flirty cheesy vicenzo boy" you said out loud with your whole chest causing luna to crack out loud "you mean casanova, not vicenzo" she couldn't stop laughing causing your cheeks to turn full on red from your mistake.

4pm came by fast, which means it was the soccer match, you decided to just go and watch, walking towards an empty spot at the spectator area, you sat at the empty spot at the back along with your bag and a bottle of soda.

the players came out greeting each other before starting the match, and you got to admit this was your first time watching a match sunghoon is not playing and looking at someone else, you felt ad though you were cheating on sunghoon. just embarrassing.

the match started, your focus was on taehyun after all he invited you to watch the match in a sense, seeing him kicking the ball and passing, god he was good and how come you didn't know of sooner. his stamina and physique was perfect although he seems kind of short. he was no joke a good player, you cheered unknowingly when he scored and you swore you felt his eyes on you after celebrating his score.

the matches end not long, the team won with a 2-1, a great match indeed, you decided to wait until everyone leave before you take your leave but no, you should have left first because what happened next, is what's going to ruin you for the next few days.

you sat there drinking all your soda before living the field, when you heard a few girls talking, sounding like praises towards a familiar name, when you finally take your attention to where all the talking was from you were greeted with a red headed boy bending down to your eye level blinking.

your cheek turned red immediately, you mumbled a hi, hoping it doesn't make the situation awkward, but no you could feel a few pairs of eyes watching you right now, and it doesnt feel friendly either.

"hey, i didn't think you would show up since sunghoon isn't here" he said

no way he knows?!?!

"w-what do you mean sunghoon ha ha nah i came because you asked you know, friendly support in a way right yea ha ha yea ha ha" you replied and that was your most awkward experience in your entire life

"well if you say so, but thanks that score was for you anyways" he said sounding emotionless before standing up from his bending position, you kept looking at him, until he gave you a pat on your head and smile slightly "get home safe, bye," his final words before leaving, going back to the team

"no fucking way..." you mumbled to yourself, the way you froze through whatever he said. kang taehyun impact is real. when you heard someone calling your name, a hazel medium length hair girl standing next to you with her sunglasses on her head, looking utterly shocked. it was none other than the one and only hyewon

"y/n since when were you and tyun close even" hyewon asked crossing her arm and god you swear you didn't want anything to do with her right now but hope she leaves you alone for good. but nope you pretended to be deaf and decided to walk away as she grab your wrist.

"i am asking you a question?" she said with a stern voice, turning to look at her your reply was simple yet unsure mainly because you wouldn't want to go through hell caused by her "and i chose not to answer?" you simply replied and left.

on your way home, you dropped by the near by tteobokki shop you have your dinner, while scrolling through tiktok and your instagram feed, to land on sunghoon post. your heart did a flip, the way you felt guilty for watching a match he didn't play, and luna would laugh if she finds out as well. now you're stressed not from your depressing grades but also how to sort your crush feelings for sunghoon and reject taehyun.

by the time you reach home it was late and you decided to take a shower and just head to sleep early since tomorrow there will be morning class might as well. you switch off the light and lay down on your bed, setting the alarm on your phone, before closing and going off to sleep suddenly you received a call from an unknown number.

you picked up hesitantly, and answered a tiny hello, then voice on the other line seems calm, "is this y/n" the person spoke, the familiar voice you swore you recalled somewhere. "y-yea?" you replied. a sudden pause on the other line, and you feel like shitting your pants, "it's taehyu-"

you panicked so fast and ended the call by accident.

a/n : no this is so bad but its the best my brain stopped but ,, in advance if i drop this series its because i feel like its going nowhere or something ;-; also english is not my first language so sorry for bad grammar and words

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