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#like if i speak out on certain issues they would. 'baby' me. and throw a pity party for me
flwrbo · 7 months
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nothings gonna hurt you baby.
sometimes when bokuto is really upset he comforts himself in tight spaces. you find a solution for that.
bokuto koutaro x f!reader. angst&comfort. fluffy. implied chubby reader
it was a rough day for bokuto.
it had started out just fine, if not just a tiny bit anxiety inducing, riding in his car together to his parents’ house. the two of you tried to make it down a few times a year to tide them over, but you personally weren’t interested in having it become a reoccurrence. not that you had any issues with his family especially, but the way bokuto always left with the smallest look of exhaustion was enough to make you want to throw your car keys down the drain and delete his parents’ house from your shared GPS system.
but, still, he made a promise to them so the two of you went. it’s always fine until it isn’t, dinner perfectly prepared with artistically placed cutlery. you pretend not to notice the way bokuto’s mother’s eyes give you a silently dissatisfied look, smoothing your dress a little over your curves before returning a small tight lipped smile. these are the smaller things you can look away from, if it meant bokuto would be pleased.
his father, however, was a different story. “still holding that odd job?” he’d asked you, cutting into the fine steak they were enjoying for dinner. you wipe your mouth, trying to remain polite as you smile, tight lipped. you wouldn’t consider the job you’d held for over three years an “odd job” but you weren’t exactly in the business of starting issues. not here. not with bokuto’s hand holding yours, his thumb caressing you in small motions.
“well at least one of you is bringing in money,” he sips from his wine glass. the smallest twitch of bokuto’s hand is nearly unnoticeable, but not to you. not to you.
“well, actually, bokuto has been doing extremely well in his practice matches lately. he was getting scouted just the other week, i’m certain he’s going to make it pro,” you hold a strong tone, tightening your grip and smiling proudly over at your boyfriend.
our of character, bokuto doesn’t speak. he’s seemingly too focused on inspecting the glass of wine in his hand.
“i, personally, don’t think it’s such a crime that she’s pulling some weight. it’s the least she can do…” bokuto’s mother trails off on the last part of the sentence. you can’t help the look of embarrassed shock that flashes your eyes before you can stop it, almost forgetting to bite your tongue.
“that’s enough, mom.” bokuto finally speaks, setting his glass down. time passes by, silence almost choking.
“well,” she responds, clearing her throat and rising to her feet. “i should bring out the dessert.” she dismisses herself to the kitchen.
his father’s eyes stare scrutinizingly, before he drops the biggest bomb of the evening. “you better not disappoint me again, son.”
the evening is pretty silent from then on.
it’s quiet through dessert, through goodbyes, even through the car ride home. the wind is all you can hear through the cracked windows as bokuto grips onto your hand like a lifeline.
finally arriving home, you go into your shared room to slip your dress off, avoiding the mirror as you replay his mother’s words in your head. once dressed, makeup removed, and hair undone you realized you hadn’t heard from your boyfriend in quite awhile.
“kou?” you call out, walking out of the room. the bathroom is empty, he’s not standing in the kitchen, and his shoes are still by the door so you know he’s not gone anywhere. “hm.” you mumble, walking into your nook.
you see him just as you’re sure he sees you. he’s under your small bookshelf, arms crossed over his legs with his head resting down.
“hi, kou,” you whisper, kneeling down beside him.
“hi.” he mumbles, cheek squished against his knee.
“cmon,” you whisper, rubbing a soft hand on his leg. “let’s get you into something comfy,”
he doesn’t respond for awhile before whispering, “can you just stay with me for a moment?”
your heart cracks in two, nodding before sitting in a more comfortable position, leaning against the bookshelf. your caressing movements on his leg doesn’t stop.
time passes, sad silence filling the air while you wait for him. eventually, he slowly nods just a little.
“okay,” you mouth, standing up and helping him stand up. his legs crack a little as he finally stretches them out.
he’s led by you to the room, rustling through the drawers until you find his favorite sleep shirt and the softest pajama pants he owns. you pass them to him before turning and putting some soft, low music on. once dressed he gingerly gets in the bed, opting for his regular spot on the edge but you shake your head a little, guiding him farther into it until he’s against the wall. it left a perfect place for you in front of his chest, holding him close between yourself and the hard surface behind him. it grounded him.
he sighs out a little as if in relief, comforted at the enclosed space.
“i love you, koutaro. they don’t know what they’re talking about.”
he mulls over this thought and you could almost see the billions of doubts roaming through his head through his eyes as he tries to find the words.
“i should’ve stuck up for you. i care too much about what they think, it causes me to shut down. it’s not.. fair.” he whispers. you shake your head, pressing a tight kiss to his lips.
“it was a rough night. i can be strong enough for the both of us when we need it.”
you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you almost too tightly into him.
“i love you, too.” he responds.
you let out a small breathless chuckle. “i sure hope so. this would be a little awkward otherwise.” you press another kiss, onto his shoulder this time. “you’re the best wing spiker in the world, kou. but you don’t have to prove it to them. you’re gonna prove it to the world.”
he perks up at the sound of this. “can’t wait to hear the sounds of people calling my name…” his eyes finally sparkle again for the first time that night. “as long as you’re the loudest.” he presses a big kiss to your lips, bone crushing you back into the hug.
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wandaspetal · 1 year
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Breaking Point
𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Breaking Point
𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Marvel/MCU
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Wanda Maximoff x Reader
𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: N/A
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 850
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Yelling, arguing, break up, toxic Wanda, toxic-ish Reader, Angst
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You are done ripping yourself apart to keep you and Wanda together.
𝐀𝐍: Random angst while I finish editing all these multi-chapter fics I wanna post. I am an unfortunate perfectionist. I may continue this in the future or I may never touch it again. Let me know what y’all think <3
“I have no reason to sit here and believe that you want nothing to do with me!” Wanda exclaimed, her hands and arms extended at her sides. “You expect me to think you don’t care for me? That you-” She scoffs. “What? That you don’t love me?!”
You gave no response and simply gripped the strap of your duffle bag so tight that your knuckles lightened. She chuckled but it was void of humor. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other and spoke after her outburst.
The living room of your once organized and aesthetically pleasing home was a mess. Couch cushions thrown around, the coffee table knocked over, a broken vase and the wilting flowers that once sat in them laid; abandoned on the ground to die. Just like your relationship.
“I don’t want to leave you—Then don’t— but I don’t want to burn myself to the ground to keep you warm.” You scowled. “It took me packing my shit for you to partially own up to the way you’ve been neglecting me these last few months.”
Screaming and throwing things didn’t work and clearly weren’t the solution; bargaining is all she has left. “Okay, but baby don’t go…I love you; you know that.” She took small steps towards you as if she were approaching a wounded animal on the side of the road. “We can work things out and come back stronger than before.”
Your eyes didn’t bother to push any tears to the surface the same way Wanda’s did. That’s when you knew it was time for you to leave, when you became numb to it all. Numb towards her jokes. Numb towards you being dragged around like a prize rather than a person. Numb to her canceling dates last minute only to see her posting her outings with her friends on social media the same day. Numb to her flirting with people when you were a few feet away. Numb to her love. All of it. You stopped caring and knew that would inevitably lead to you hurting each other. And that was the only thing you were certain you wanted to avoid. Dragging things along, longer than they needed to be.
You sighed then shook your head. “I don’t want to work on it anymore. I don’t want to work on anything, I’m tired of being everything to you when it’s convenient and me seeing you as everything and treating you as everything no matter how many times you’ve hurt me. And regardless of the number of times you’ve let me down—it’s like you’re going down a list and saying hmm ‘what else can I do that will cause them trust issues but ultimately won’t make me single again.’ Like you purposefully have been going out of your way to test my boundaries and push me to the point of complacency and you expect me to sit here and take it and believe you’ll change again? If I was enough for you, I wouldn’t need to be so docile for you to be with me and if you are enough for me, I wouldn’t be reaching my breaking point in such an exhausting manner. You’re not just disrespecting me but the love I have for you is making me disrespect myself. I love you Wanda Maximoff…but you don’t love me and I’m not waiting around for you to start when I love me more than I’ll ever love you.”
Wanda opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She sobbed and covered her face with her hands as she finally accepted that she lost you. She ruined the one consistent person relationship she had in her life.
Your shoulders sagged as you turned away and walked out the door. Your mind and your heart battling as you begged yourself not to run and comfort her. It would be so easy to turn around and apologize and say that the two of you could work it out. The easy way is not always the right way. Natasha stood outside; leaning on the moving truck with a lit cigarette in her hand. She brought it up to her mouth a final time, inhaled then threw it on the ground and pressed her boot on it. She knows you don’t like cigarettes and didn’t want to make your mood worse from the smell.
“Sorry, I’ll leave the windows down for a bit.” She opened the passenger door then ran around to the drivers side and hopped in.
The truck roared to life, the two of you sat in silence as Natasha pulled out of the complex you and Wanda’s condo was in. Natasha spoke once she was a few miles away.
Without looking at you she asked, “Wanna talk about it?”
Your tears came rushing to the surface all at once. You released a shaky sigh, intertwined your arms and leaned your head on her shoulder. “Nope.” Your giggle was watery and filled with pain.
Natasha leaned down and kissed the top of your head then leaned her head on your own. “Okay.”
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bloody-bee-tea · 6 months
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BeeTober 2023 Day 12 - Dust bunnies
Kaeya is browsing through apartment listings listlessly. He’s not really thinking about moving, not when his apartment is so damn affordable, but there’s the issue of the room.
The room that Kaeya doesn’t like to think about. The room that he passes by every day. The room that he hasn’t peeked into for at least two months now.
The room that no longer houses Diluc.
“Fuck,” Kaeya mutters, throwing his phone down on the bed.
He promised himself to not think about Diluc for at least a week, but he can’t do it! He blames the room, mostly, because it’s right there and Diluc lived in there for almost two years after all, but still.
Diluc still isn’t talking to him and Kaeya is fairly certain that he left half his shit in the room—not that Kaeya is in any kind of hurry to go in there to check—and all of that simply makes it hard to put the entire thing behind him.
They fought and now they don’t speak to each other. That should be all it is, but this stupid apartment reminds Kaeya of all the good times he had with Diluc as well and his absence hurts all the more.
Especially since the stupid room is a constant reminder of it.
“I should get fucking rid of it,” Kaeya mutters under his breath though when he gets up he can’t even open the door.
He doesn’t want to know just how much stuff Diluc left behind, in how much of a hurry he was to get the fuck away from Kaeya and just how much he must truly hate him if he didn’t even come back for these things.
“Fuck you,” Kaeya says, kicking the door and then sharply turning away.
Time for a nap, he thinks.
~*~*~
“What you need is a flatmate,” Rosaria tells him over drinks and Kaeya almost chokes.
“I had one, look how that worked out,” he coughs out and Rosaria gives him a look.
“You had your brother live with you, that’s hardly a typical flatmate situation. You need a stranger, someone you don’t have history with in that room. Trust me, it will help.”
“Shut up about the stupid room,” Kaeya groans out because he cannot believe that he can’t even forget about it when he’s out and about. “I don’t want a flatmate.”
“You also don’t want to avoid a stupid room for the rest of your life, do you?” she shoots back and Kaeya hates how right she is.
Of course he doesn’t want to keep avoiding the stupid room. He wants to be able to pass it without falling into doom and gloom and he would also like to repurpose it to something. A flatmate though?
“Do I really want a total stranger in my apartment?”
“Do you want me to move in?” Rosaria asks, one eyebrow raised.
“Hell no!” He downs the rest of his glass in one go and pretends he doesn’t see her smirk. “A flatmate it is,” he agrees once he swallowed and Rosaria gives him her biggest smile.
“A flatmate it is.”
A cold shudder runs down Kaeya’s back. This is going to end so badly.
~*~*~
“So this is the room,” Kaeya says and points at the door. “Your room, if you chose to move in.”
“If you chose to have me,” the guy—Albedo, if Kaeya remembers correctly—gives back. “Can I take a look.”
“Yeah, sure, of course,” Kaeya stammers out and then gives him his most winning smile. “Feel free.”
“Are you okay?” Albedo asks him and Kaeya immediately nods.
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Is there—did someone die in this room?”
“Now why would you think that?” Kaeya laughs out but Albedo simply looks at him and Kaeya finally falls silent, his shoulders dropping.
“No, but—my brother used to live in there. We had a fight.”
“Ah, I’m sorry,” Albedo awkwardly says. “I can take a look myself?”
“No, it’s fine, I should—” Kaeya cuts himself off with a shrug.
He can’t be a baby about this forever and right now seems like a good time to get over this.
“Here,” he says with conviction and opens the door for Albedo before he switches on the light.
The room is still filled with stuff, though it’s mostly furniture, Kaeya notes with relief. It seems as if either Diluc took everything with him or he came back to get his stuff later, but it somehow makes it easier to breathe to know that Diluc didn’t flee head over heels.
He also notes the dust bunnies with a rising amount of despair.
“I—would clean first, of course,” he mutters out as a dust bunny moves past them, disturbed by the opening of the door.
“That’s fine,” Albedo kindly gives back. “Do you intend to throw the furniture out?” he wants to know, inspecting everything.
He doesn’t seem averse to giving this a chance and Kaeya hates to admit that maybe Rosaria was right. It already feels easier to breathe in his own apartment now that he knows Diluc got most of his stuff out of here.
“Not if you’re interested in keeping any,” he tells Albedo who nods. “I am going to clean though, so no worries there.”
“That seems like a waste. Things will get dirty during me moving in, so it’s better to do it all at once afterwards.”
It’s a very logical argument but Kaeya still can’t help but to think it’s also very kind of Albedo.
“So—you’re going to move in?” Kaeya asks, because that sure sounded like Albedo had already made his mind up.
“I would like to,” he answers. “The price is more than reasonable, and it seems as if you and me could get along. The rest of the apartment is suitable as well.” Albedo turns towards Kaeya. “Only if you’ll have me, though, of course.”
“Sure, yeah, this seems—like if it could work out,” Kaeya agrees and he even means it.
Albedo seems like a reasonable guy, and he’s a student just like Kaeya so he doubts there will be any problems with keeping quiet during study times. And even though Albedo is the first candidate Kaeya doesn’t have a bad feeling about this.
They’ll live their student lives together and then move on once those years have passed. It’ll work out fine.
~*~*~
“What are you doing, Bedo?” Kaeya asks, barely able to see over the mountain of clothes in his arms.
“Are you sure we don’t need the sideboard?” Albedo asks and then snorts when he spots Kaeya. “Here, gimme.” He takes half of the clothes out of Kaeya’s hands and Kaeya thinks that’s only fair because these are his clothes after all.
“What are we going to do with it? I already have a sideboard next to the bed.”
“Mh, yeah, I guess that’s true,” Albedo muses but he still sighs wistfully. “I guess I’ll just miss it, is all.”
“Gods, petal, you’re adorable,” Kaeya says and leans over to drop a kiss to Albedo’s head. “It’ll still be here. You wanted this room as a library or something right? Use the sideboard for that. We’re not going to throw it out, after all.”
“But I’ll barely spend time in here,” Albedo complains and Kaeya can’t help but to waggle his eyebrows at him.
“Oh, and why is that? Will you be too busy in my room?”
“Kaeya,” Albedo laughs out and nudges Kaeya along on their way to finally transfer the last of Albedo’s things into Kaeya’s room.
“What? A guy can’t dream?” Kaeya sighs out but he can’t deny the happiness that’s bubbling in his belly whenever Albedo is around.
And Kaeya hopes that he’ll be around for a very long time.
~*~*~
“Klee, what did we say about cleaning up these dust bunnies under your bed?” Kaeya asks, his voice as stern as he can make it when he faces Klee, which means he’s not very stern at all.
“To make sure to always do it,” Klee gives back, an adorable little pout on her face and Kaeya throws a look at Albedo.
Albedo who is pressing his lips together and clearly trying not to laugh, so Kaeya can’t expect any help from him, the traitor.
When did being a stern parent fall to Kaeya? They’ll have to talk about that.
“And why do I see at least two dust bunnies peaking out at me then?”
“Because they are not dust bunnies!” Klee is back to her big grin and that’s almost more dangerous than the pout before.
“What are they then, Klee?” Albedo asks and now he decides to chime in.
It’s Kaeya’s turn to pout and at least that moves Albedo to thread their fingers together.
“They are dust Dodoco’s!” She says it as if it should have been obvious and maybe it really should have been, with all the Dodoco plushies covering her bed, but it still catches Kaeya off guard. “And dust Dodoco’s were not part of the cleaning up order.”
“Klee,” Albedo sighs out, but Kaeya spots the tell-tale twitching of the corner of his mouth and in all honesty, he’s not fairing much better.
Klee is too adorable and too smart for her own good sometimes.
“Big brother Albedo,” she says, her mouth suddenly wobbly as if she’s about to burst into tears and Kaeya knows that Albedo cannot withstand that look.
It seems it’s on him to step in again.
“No, Klee. Even dust Dodoco’s need to be cleaned up.”
“But why?” she cries out, big fat crocodile tears streaming down her face and now Albedo is looking at Kaeya as if he’s to blame.
“Because if a Dodoco falls into a dust Dodoco, when it can no longer sleep with you in the bed. We’d have to put it in the washing machine first. Do you want that?” he gently asks and that gets Klee to look at him in horror.
“No!” she gasps out and Albedo hands her the broom.
“Then make sure to clean them all up.”
Kaeya narrows his eyes at him because this is not at all fair.
“Klee will make sure to get them all!” Klee promises them and promptly gets to it.
Kaeya takes the chance to pull Albedo out of the room, glaring at him the entire time.
“It wasn’t the deal that I’m going to be the strict parent, simply because you’re too easily swayed by her too sweet face,” he hisses at Albedo who only laughs at him.
“But you do it so well,” Albedo tells him, pulling him down for a kiss.
“I see, so that’s how it is,” Kaeya whispers right against his lips and even though he’s still a little bit mad he can’t help but to steal another kiss.
“And how is it exactly?” Albedo wants to know, an excited glint in his eyes but instead of playing along and pulling him into their bedroom for a make-out session, Kaeya noses at his cheek.
“You love me,” he mumbles, brushing his lips against Albedo’s skin and he can’t help the little satisfied grin when Albedo shudders.
“I do love you,” he easily agrees as if it’s the most normal thing in the world and for that alone Kaeya would adore him to pieces.
“Good, ‘cause I love you too,” he immediately replies, because he never wants Albedo to doubt that.
“As if I don’t see that every day,” Albedo mutters and turns his head for another kiss. “You’re being so good to us.”
“If I remember correctly, it’s you who’s good to me,” Kaeya corrects him, because it was Albedo who waltzed into his life and tore the sadness right out of Kaeya.
“Mutual, then?” Albedo cheekily asks and Kaeya drops a kiss to the tip of his nose.
“Mutual,” he agrees and hugs Albedo close.
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thisnightsrevels · 7 months
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for the 🔥choose violence🔥 ask game 👀:
7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?
16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)
annnnnnnd....
25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing
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7. Who do I hate because of how the fandom acts about them rather than canon?
This is hard to answer bc for all characters I kind of squirrel away my own interpretation of them away from the communal fandom pool of headcanons and interpretations and such, but absolutely the general (or at least common) interpretations of some characters drive me up the wallllll
I've spoken before about Pete and Chay, and those still stand, but in addition I would like to submit Macau and Tankhun this time, for different reasons.
Macau: I do think this is more a combination of a) he's a very minor character comparatively speaking and b) what we do see of him is shitty little brother (beloved). So, fair enough, the majority of his character is up for debate compared to everyone else, who are much more rounded characters. That said. I don't even know how to put it into words just so often the way Macau is characterised irks me so strongly and i truly i cannot explain it at allllll Like, in my head he does sort of fall into the Venice category, where there's (again, comparatively) not enough of him to be a fully fledged character in his own right, so i'm perfectly willing to handwave differences in characterisation but just. Sometimes he just irritates me so much and OH I KNOW WHY I JUST FIGURED IT OUT Macau annoys me when people pair him with uwu soft innocent baby Chay bc. soft innocent baby Chay pisses me off because he's not!!! at the risk of turning this into a Chay rant - writing Chay as a bit softer than his multiple-homicides-family-members is a-okay! I love reading Chay fics where he's the moral compass of sorts for the family! Some of my favourite Chay fics are like that! But the recurring theme in those fics are that Chay also has a backbone! He may not be certain of the world he's found himself in, but he's not some soft uwu baby and i think why Macau annoys me in these iterations is that it winds up feeling very much damsel-in-distress Chay gets saved by strong-rugged Macau which. doesn't do either of them justice. . Okay now for the other one . Tankhun: He Would Not Fucking Say That Dot Jpeg. Khun is absolutely eccentric and traumatised yes, but he's not. He's not stupid. He's one of the sharpest characters in the whole show and i will die on this hill. I absolutely hate it when smart motherfuckers get whittled down to the Village Crazy Lady because it shows a lack of understanding of him as a character. It is very clear that he is not as unhinged as he acts, and moreover it is clear that he acts this way to throw people off. Everything he does is calculated! He's incredibly perceptive and when he is present in the war room he is making excellent points!! . Justice for Tankhun fr
16. I can't understand why so many people like this thing: Something I see quite a bit, particularly with omegaverse, is setting it in an ambiguously medieval village setting. I'm much less passionate about this than I am my other points, it's less I Hate This and more okay cool i'm not wild about it but to each their own.
I just... don't get it.
It's like, there are some medieval/fantasy fics where i do really enjoy the setting because it adds to the story - for example, 'It Was An Honest Loss' by YourKnightOfRage is one which I feel does this really well and i definitely recommend checking out!
I absolutely love AUs, but i think my issue with these villagecore style AUs (which, again, are not at all bad, just simply not my favourite setting in the world) is that i often feel they are under-utilised. Not Kinnporsche (et al) at all, but one of my favourite fics of all time is 'seems you've set it running free' by idnis which i think makes excellent use of the village setting!
25. Common fandom complaint I'm sick of hearing: (: there is a difference (: between a character who does bad things (: and them being a bad character (:
Korn and Kan do terrible things! And they're two of the best characters! I'm watching Only Friends and let me tell you: everyone fucking sucks they are all horrible people! But they're excellent characters!!! Mew is incredibly manipulative and sucks just as much (if not more) than Boston, and that's why he's such a good character!
It is so so important that people remember that. These blorbos are not real people. They are puppets being used to carry out a story, tools to demonstrate and carry out various themes and plots etc etc
Cutting myself off before i ramble into the night so i'll round off w 'Good characters are not necessarily good people, good characters are interesting people'
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theliterarywolf · 2 years
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>"Okay, so is darling in the franx an actual "have sex, make kids" propaganda?" As someone who watched Franxx while it was airing? Not really? The actual show is a post-apocalyptic dystopia where children are born and trained to pilot mechs in two-person Male/Female teams to fight off Kaiju that spawn from the Earth as a result of mankind harvesting "Magma Energy" to keep the Adults of the domed cities in lives of blissful, ignorant and immortal comfort (while living bland and stagnant lives, getting their physical needs provided but their emotional needs basically nonexistent—void of any names, emotions, passions, companionship, socializing, or even simple pleasures like eating or dreaming) while the children all suffer and die in the name of Humanity's Big Brother-esque Cult Leader figure "Papa." The Children have next to no actual education on anything because their entire purpose is to fight and die piloting the eponymous Franxx Mecha, so they're incredibly sheltered and don't actually know how to love, be free, or really act as mature humans, but that starts to change as the core cast starts realizing how Papa and his entourage aren't nearly as benevolent as they seem, thanks to Hiro (the MC)'s stunningly well-written romantic relationship with 02 (pink-haired girl with horns who you've probably seen a bunch in fanart). The "I wanna have a baby" thing is because one of the other ensemble cast girls finds a book on child raising or something in the ruins of a destroyed pre-apocalypse town they explore on the beach episode and asks her love interest to help her make one because that's her idea of what you do as a couple, which the anime journalists ignored the context of "These kids don't actually understand romance or families or anything because they're tykebombs who have no idea how horrific their life is" to scream and throw tantrums over "Japanese heteronormativity and hating queer people blah blah fucking blah I'm a dumbass" and other stupid shit like that while taking the Shinzo Abe "Have sex" meme too seriously. They also missed the part where, due to these kids being genetically altered freaks, the girl loses her memory during the pregnancy so it's not like it's wholly glamorized like propaganda would be. There was also one bit where there was another Mecha pilot who, due to his uprbringing as a clone soldier in this fucked up society, was basically some form of... I don't even know what to call it, some form of militantly sex-repulsed Asexual(?) who thought relationships were dumb and gross and he got slapped for it. Somehow people twisted that into being some nonsense about homophobia despite the fact that the character who slapped him was A LESBIAN. The show's reception is mixed due to developments that happen near the tail end of the series, but I still think it's worth a recommendation and it gets more shit on than it actually deserves (example: people saying certain plot twists "came out of nowhere" despite some very obvious foreshadowing that you really can't have missed unless you're either a moron or you didn't pay attention).
I'll grand you that description is very likely based on some form of Japanese social commentary allegorically speaking, but reducing it to "I WILL KEEP IT REAL WITH YOU SHINZO ABE" really pisses me off for a lot of reasons because that was only one part of the major theme of "Utilitarianism strips us of all that makes us human and the joys of life that we experience like love" and reducing it to just that is just incredibly dishonest. It's also part of the usual Social Justice Warrior rhetoric that show just how much people who claim to care about "America Centric Views/Cultural Imperialism" Have no goddamn self-awareness whatsoever because Japan's relationship with LGBT issues is different than ours, and trying to shame them on it, especially for contexts as stupid as this, is going to fall on deaf ears.
Welp, that was a lot. However, it does look at things from the perspective of someone who watched the show all the way through, so it's still good to have.
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pumpumdemsugah · 1 year
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maybe the baby needs to be thrown out with the bath water lol. y’all care way too much about the relating to the “identities” and certain characteristics of characters and it’s boring and transparent. i don’t want to be pandered to i want someone to tell me a story and if the characters are well written i should probably enjoy them, i don’t need them spoonfed to me and made “diverse” just to appease some expectation. i won’t feel bad when this whole thing is over because i hope it doesn’t end and people keep speaking up and disagreeing with the line of thought that unless a character represents you to a t and had a worldview you’re comfortable with they aren’t Doing Enough Of A Good Diversity - it’s not fucking about that it’s not fucking about YOU
If you think throwing the baby out with the bath water is a good idea, you're an idiot. Representation discourse got here because people threw the baby out with the bath water and abandoned all context, including storytelling but some of you can't engage with shit unless it's expressed in the most black and white way. We got here because the discussion got stupider and stripped of complexity. Which is exactly what's happening now because you think issues happen one at a time and something should stop being expressed because it's been tainted by dumb interpretations.
It's unfair to pin all that on the sentiment in the tweet because it's never one single thing that causes anything to happen and where did the tweet even imply it backed those ideas? Maybe the tweeter does think that but I'm talking about what's in front of me. There's countless feminist literature that expresses the exact same thing as that tweet, does that mean those women responsible for the state of things now ? We better stop feeling anything because what if people start being annoying about it ? We need the perfect opinion that accounts for everything.
People like you can't imagine others can disagree with your premise and part of what was said, while agreeing with the issues brought up to support the point because you need your criticisms to be chopped up in small easy to swallow chunks or you choke. I never said the things brought up weren't issues but you need to pin ideas on me so your little rant works and your lecture feels profound.
Would you like this formatted as bullet points? Want me to mash this up into babyfood to make it really simple for you ? You lot have a field day with my commentary if it makes you feel better. I'm still right.
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calypso-finale · 1 year
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Forty Eight.
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I would say it’s a weird feeling to hold my baby sister knowing the massive age gap we both have, the fact she is already an auntie, the fact she has all these things to go through. The fact she will be growing up alongside my son, she is going to be feeling weird about it but she is my sister and I will be here to help her through life. I know I was acting a certain way but I was shocked and really I don’t think they needed another, but she is here and she is a mini Imani, she is my dad’ daughter so much, I love it really “if only Aziel was a girl, I think we should swap you over. I am sick of boys, they are just ew” Emi is staring at me in awe and I love that “girls are delicate, boys are hell. Like now, your uncle is loud and wrong every time too” Aziel is just throwing my makeup around, if I don’t stare at Emi I’m going to smack his butt “I’m sorry” I apologised “I’m not that bad, and really you will always have protection. You will have the most fun with us” she smiled “yeah baby you will, Aziel! Enough. I’ve had it, put it back now” looking at him, he talks his shit like he cussing me out “no! You made the mess” walking around the bed “no!!!!” He started stomping and shouting, “no you, pick my things up now” grabbing his arm “now!” He is a pain this child “clean the mess you made! Ruining my makeup and for what!” All I can hear from Aziel is mumbled words and mommy “ok, just clean the mess, then we can go down and play, you can play with Emi” walking off, I won’t have Aziel lazy like he can just make a mess and get away with it like that. Walking around my bed to sit down, this outlook if I was to have another is ugly so that will not happen to me “no sir” I said to myself, I don’t want a second for a very long time so Aziel will be a lonely child, looking behind me “awww Aziel, you are a good boy for mommy” I have to praise that he is cleaning up after he made the mess “don’t be like these boys, animals” I wish Aziel was a girl now, he would be such a pretty light skinned girl with the ashy blonde hair.
Getting to the bottom step with my grip on Aziel hand, I don’t want him to fall now “big boy! You did it” he is ever so careful to come down “bonding with Emi” my mom asked, it’s quiet downstairs “yeah, I forgive her for getting in the way” my mother side eyed me “thank you for having her though, just had to deal with the boys. Looks like she loves you though” looking at her, she just staring at me “she is thinking how beautiful I am” my mother scoffed “how big is your head? Girl shut up” I chuckled “I mean mom, look at your head, why is it quiet? Everyone gone?” My mom nodded her head “the boys went away and so did your sisters” letting out an oh “I stopped Oakley leaving, thank me” my mom walked off, I swallowed hard. Why was he even leaving, that is the point. Since he snapped on me, that night I just didn’t speak to him, he then took Aziel and just said one word of I will put him to sleep with me, then in the mornings I do see him, but it was in passing, now my mom asked if I would take care of Emi but now everyone has gone out and left me and Aziel here. Following behind my mom confused, I don’t get why he is going “why was he going mom?” I asked “he just seemed really upset, he didn’t say a thing, I just asked if he was ok and he goes I’m going home, I asked why. He just said I’m not feeling it, that he is not good. So then Chris piped up and took him for a talk or whatever then he came back still wanting to go, then I said look I invited you here and I want you to stay, whatever is upsetting you unwind, go and explore Barbados for real, no drama or anything so they went, for a few days” my mouth fell open “few days!? Mom what? Why was I kept in the dark?” I am not happy “maybe you’re the issue” my mom looked at me like I have done something “huh? This is wrong? How can you say that” I spat “Rylee, think about it ok. Also I think we need to spend time too” I swallowed hard as my mom walked off; I’ve been left behind. Is this why I was locked in the room, they did this behind my back.
I am actually livid and it’s not even a joke, how did they just do this to me “and left Aziel? That is wrong, since when did you even care about Oakley? This is stupid” my mom laughed “first you want me to care and then you don’t? Make up your mind up” why is my mom mad with me “I don’t get it, you hate him what is this?” I want to know, my mom crossed her arms across her chest “because I assumed my daughter would be strung up on him and that she would be working to get this back, that you both would have a nice time away here but it’s not what I assumed, I have you not caring and him depressed. I assumed that you both were eventually going to get together again, I said it to your dad that I might as well get used to it, what better way then to bring him to my home, my peace but it’s not that is it Rylee. I don’t think you both want that” I shrugged “I don’t know what he wants” I don’t get it “clearly he is not in a good place, have you cared to ask?” I turned away with Emi, I don’t want to hear it “when you’re ready to speak to me like an adult I will be here, we have a few days together” this is hell, this is my hell. I cannot believe Tianna did this to me, how was this even a thing, how did it happen. I am going to get her so bad, I am going to call her when I get my phone from upstairs, how could she just leave me with mom, I don’t get why I am being blamed for Oakley being all depressed, I did nothing to him.
My mom is cooking, and I am just staring “where did they go?” I have been silent all that time, I didn’t want to speak to her but what can I do, we are stuck with each other “St Lucia” my eyes bulged out “mom, you are crazy. Why stay behind?” my mother doesn’t care, I can tell with the look on her face “because I wanted a family holiday, my family isn’t here. But then I thought you know what, Rylee and I need some time, we need to talk, we need to bond again. Why not, let them have their time. Let Oakley have his time there, clearly something is upsetting him, and I am shocked you don’t know?” shaking my head “he shouted at me really, we haven’t spoken since. I mean literally there is nothing to be upset about? I did nothing” my mom rested against the kitchen counter “I don’t get it mom, you tell me?” I asked “how can I tell you something you should already know, Oakley to me seems like a guy that doesn’t really go out of his way to show himself unless he needs too so when he showed feelings, and showed his sadness I was shocked and even I said don’t go, so I am asking you, what did you do?”  now why am I getting questioned “I don’t know” I mumbled “you know what” my mom paused “it’s ok to not know, sometimes we don’t I love your dad and at times I didn’t know what he was feeling, I didn’t and it was because we didn’t talk” my mom shook her head “we didn’t talk about feelings, about things. We just saw each other as I don’t know really, we cared but didn’t care enough to listen because we didn’t want to hear the truth. But since we do, since we do talk, we listen it’s better. For you to not know, you ain’t asking or he isn’t telling” she is right, chewing on my bottom lip.
Rubbing my face “he did say to me, that I changed. Like I see it, he looks at me and he loves me but he said to me that I changed. I changed him, I made him love me because I showed him things and then switched on him but like, I don’t know. Ever since I had Aziel, things, well life has been just a none stop rollercoaster for me. Loving another human, a baby that is relying on me and uhm. I messed up, with Brian. I jumped so fast that I forgot him, and he was stuck at home after being shot, and his friend” I breathed “so you do know the issue” my mom said, staring at her “you look guilty” looking away from her “Halle said sex fixes things, but I think she meant that in a difference context. He still been doing it with me?” my mom huffed out “I argued with your dad, and I opened my legs, and he would still fuck me. Of course he will” chewing on my bottom lip “I don’t want to know about that, please” she waved me off “if you don’t want him then say it, if you want him then you need to fix it. Look I get it, new mother. We go through a lot, body changes, feelings change. Everything changes, it can happen and men can be the least of our problems and we expect them to just get on with it, I mean come on Rylee. Look how sensitive your dad is” she laughed “he is so sensitive that at times I felt like I was too cold with him but men” my mom sighed “men in love girl, they are different, you are young still. This is why I am trying to tell you, that if you don’t want him you need to do this properly, and I mean cut it off, you stop sex, you stop playing with him. And if you want him you be there for him and you help him, and that alone isn’t easy for a young girl that is starting off in life, whatever you did to get him like this, clearly he fell for it. Be real, you are an adult now, and” my mom paused “don’t’ make the same mistakes as I did, I neglected the man I love, and I could have lost him” putting my head down.
Flicking through the picture of Imani took in St Lucia, I am still mad at them ‘LOSERS’ I pressed send in the comments, I would say more but I won’t, I think losers will suffice for now, I mean look how beautiful the pictures are. I mean I can see the side of Oakley there; he is flustered. He is too white for this weather; he knows damn well “I forgot his birthday too, and rarely let him see Aziel when he was down” moving my phone back, I said this randomly, but it came to me “what do you want Rylee?” my mom keeps asking me that “I for one is, well was against this but I see that Oakley has some form of power over you which you need but I think because he is not in the right headspace he’s just lost it in that sense. I can’t put it all on you because you’re young but also you wasn’t that stupid with the way you got with him, I just don’t want you to play games. Like one day Rylee you could wake up and regret you never lived your life or you might wake up and regret that you let him go. You can’t have both worlds” I swallowed hard “I am happy with Oakley, always am. I think in that sense I feel ashamed with how I have been with him that I cheated on him, in a way I did. I was with Brian while he mourned his friend and I know that but bringing that up is so bad, I can’t do it mom” my mom cringed “I get it” she said and that is the only thing she said, even she is shocked with me, I have fucked up badly, I know I have.
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valleyfae · 2 years
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this is soooo random but baby i agree so much with this i could speak on it forever, it's so difficult since alot of people have completely ruined or changed the meaning of the term or glamorized it, it's like they automatically assume daddy issues means that you like older men or lana del rey when it simply means you have a terrible or strained relationship with your father and it's so frustrating because the people who throw that word around when they don't realize the actual meaning of it have completely turned us into a joke, it's so annoying? they use it like a lil jokey joke or punchline and our actual experiences feel invalidated 😞 even worse when they shame us for having it like it was our fault in the first place :/
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i'm so sorry about the rant 💔 i wish it was different ugh
No need to apologize. I understand and am about to rant and get mad under the cut lol. I am sending you lots and lots of hugs. I’m here if you need anything <3
Also, the second I open Pinterest this is the first thing that pops up. How ironic…
I love Lana with every organ in my body and have nonstop listened to her since I was 11.
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I am in no way bashing people who use the term "daddy issues" because I certainly have and do, but sometimes it’s very frustrating.
Jung's and Freud's theories about having a "father complex" were accurate. The father complex was initially described as: "a person who has unconscious impulses and associations as a result of a poor relationship with their father" and "the psychological challenges resulting from an absent or abnormal relationship with one's father, often manifesting in a distrust of, or sexual desire for, men who act as father figures." But the meaning has completely shifted and is now simply associated with the song, ldr, and liking older men.
Celebrities and regular people need to be distinguished when talking about older men. There is a difference between having a crush on Chris Evans and feeling emotionally attached to an older man in your life who acts as a father figure. Having a crush on an older celebrity doesn’t automatically mean you have daddy issues.
People need to stop thinking that being abused is pretty. It disgusts me how people flaunt that they have "daddy issues" like it's something they chose and want. I hate how people joke about being abused, "how horrible their dad is/was," or minimizing ptsd like it’s not debilitating.
I feel that daddy issues is now used as either a mocking insult, joke, or the "I’m so broken and misunderstood and corky." Having a bad relationship with your father or being abused in general should never be put on the victim, no matter gender, race, anything.
Even when I was 13 and no one knew my situation but one friend who found out and started treating me like a mentally ill unstable girl who couldn’t do anything for herself, people would make fun of me and tell me I had daddy issues. It was very frustrating because they had no clue about the abuse I was going through, and it felt like they were saying it because of certain traits I had, but mainly because I was close to one of my teachers, who was 50 and had kids my age. I was always in his classroom. I was and continued to be "friends" with and had a close relationship for a long time. My friends always said I was fucking him, which made me feel fucking disgusting. One, because I had a subconscious sexual attraction to him that I couldn't control and was ashamed of. But two, he was kind of like a dad to me.
Personally, physical abuse isn’t the worst part because it’s somewhat temporary, but feeling like I’m insane and everything is my fault is the worst part. People who mock and use the term daddy issues like it is something cute continue to make me feel insane.
I've been biting my tongue my whole life and just want to scream at people lol
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acefaun · 7 months
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Have you seen a therapist?
Oof 💀 That again. I did... Twice.
The first time I gave therapy a try, she somehow only made me feel worse about myself?? Almost to the point of making me drop out of college.
I wasn’t being treated for anxiety at the time and she would send me home with little assignments like “Go order food at a restaurant”, “Compliment a stranger”, “ask someone how their day is going”. All simple easy things when you don’t feel like the world is ending.
And at one point, I was going to college for education and she told me “It takes a certain kind of person to be a teacher…” so me and my low self esteem switched majors and did art. But her words haunted me and I switched to liberal arts where I could learn a little bit of everything in college, because I wanted to take fictional writing classes too.
But now every time I’m asked about my career choices and why I decided to not be a teacher/artist/other career path, I go “It takes a special kind of person…” and no one knows the horrible difference in my life that lady made.
That was just minimal advice she gave me when she would give me a chance to speak. Most of the time it was me listening to her talk about her times in college. As if knowing her route to drive to and from school was important to me. Or why she likes Harry Potter. Or why she has a cat instead of a husband. Or why the other therapist in the building is her best friend(they should get married, therapist-OTP. They go together. The other dude couldn’t help my brother either. My brother quit therapy after one week.)
Then about a month after dropping out of therapy, I found out her and the other therapist actually gossip about their patients when no one’s there???? Breaking rules much???
Basically, They’re not there to help, they’re there to be nosy and collect insurance money(because it was one of the only place where I live that the insurance would cover therapy.)
Soooo I decided never to do therapy around where I live again. Until my 2nd/3rd year of college where I was exposed to a traumatic event that dragged out over the course of a year. And so I went see a student therapist in training during that time and he was really the best thing that ever happened to me. He’d listen and give me real genuine advice. “Don’t kill that guy, call 911 for help if he gets out of hand.” (The situation was bad…)
I even told him about my past therapy experience and he was super nice and supportive, assuring me that what that lady was doing wasn’t what therapy was supposed to be.
Anyway, he was great. Got me into meditation and Lofi music to calm myself down. He’s probably the reason I start cloud gazing when I’m not doing anything else. When I was stuck on a problem he’d help walk me through it in baby steps. I love that he was never put off by any problems. He was so chill and just “let’s try and figure out a solution that works for you”.
I was sad that he was graduating college a year before me, but I did really well after seeing him for a year.
Best guy. 🙏🏻 I would’ve remembered his name for the rest of my life if I wouldn’t have had so much trouble spelling/pronouncing it. Long non-American names throw me off. 😵‍💫
Those were my experiences. Lady-Therapist and her Therapist-boyfriend traumatized me as far as getting help is concerned.
All I’m imagining her saying is “It takes a certain kind of person to walk this earth-“ NOT ME. NOT. ME. I’m by far, NOT a certain kind of person. I didn’t ask to be here as much as my parents didn’t ask to make me! Plus, I grew up sheltered in my adoptive family so now the real world is absolutely horrifying and I can’t handle a stable relationship because I end up self-sabotaging them with my trust-issues like “You can’t hurt me if I hurt me first!!”
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Anyway, my point, I’m not seeing another therapist just yet. Not around where I live. I’m going to cope with a good game of Genshin Impact. My big brothers Diluc and Kaeya will take care of me. As well as my boyfriends Alhaitham and Kaveh. And my newly wedded husband, Neuvillette. ✨ All the therapy I need can be found in whacking monsters to death and harassing NPCs.
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moo-moo-meadows · 3 years
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Niki went on this mental health interview/podcast.. almost mock (and I don’t mean in the mocking way) therapy type thing where she talked a lot about her experience with mental health (tw for the podcast: talks of self harm, addiction in the first few portions, talks about abuse and neglect in the end portions “how our mind protects us”) but there’s a section where she talked about being babied on the internet which I thought was a really interesting topic that I’m going to ramble about in a read more because,, yeah. 
It’s one that she’s particularly outspoken about, and one that i feel like could be talked about when it comes to other content creators as well. Pick your choosing. George, Tubbo, BBH, Dream, probably more but those are the ones that I see sort of mentioned a lot and that I personally feel fits the discussion. 
The person that was interviewing her (Dr. K) said something that I thought was really insightful, but that I just kinda wanted to add on to?? (idk why I’m writing this like a mf english essay, anyways) he said to her (and I’m mostly paraphrasing to make it more general) “People baby you, and that can be insulting and demeaning. But there’s a subtle difference between people babying you and people caring about you.” and then he went on to talk about how she might be rejecting the notion of people caring for her, but that’s not what we’re on about. 
What I personally think is that there’s kind of a third layer to it. Which is when people care about you when you don’t feel like they need to, or when you don’t have a relationship in which that kind of thing is necessary or even right. And to most that can be, in a sense, babying, even when it’s not the typical example of “ohh poor (insert cc’s name) they’re just so (insert demeaning or babying thing) uwu poor baby why are the others so mean :((” which, you know. But like. 
Niki talks about it in the podcast too, but the relationship between a streamer and their audience shouldn’t be one where the audience is caring for the streamer like a friend. A streamer’s only job is to be entertaining to their chat. Nothing more and nothing less. The chat shouldn’t be defending their streamer or making any notion of acting like they know anything about their streamer. Of course, an audience can still care about their streamer. They can still feel things towards their streamer. The difference is when you overstep a certain boundary in that relationship which I feel like is what often happens. Primary example being people trying to defend their streamers from their own friends. 
tldr: care about your streamer, but don’t care so much about them that you’re overstepping a boundary and babying them
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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years
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hello!! i have a bit of a request! could i get oikawa bokuto and kuroo w a s/o who absolutely loves to cook and bake and does so a lot, but always always always shares the food they make? n they kinda slowed down in making food bc ppl arent accepting or wanting the food they make and its making them really down :(
ive been having this issue w my roommates bc i always cook for them w lots of love and they never eat what i make and its,, draining on me,,,,
but yea!! i just want oikawa bokuto n kuroo to make me feel a lil better :( thank u so so so much!!!! i love ur blog n ur writing so much 🖤
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THEY AREN'T EATING YOUR FOOD SO YOU STOP COOKING FOR THEM
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CHARACTERS: bokuto + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)
WARNINGS: none
NOTES: i hope everything is ok and if not i hope it gets better!! <3 + i tried to make these a little happier ! they all take place over a week + i tried a new format with this we'll see if i stick w it sfkjhg
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bokuto:
bokuto honestly didn't not want to eat your food
it's just that he had to go on a new diet for the upcoming season, his trainer and nutritionist told him to try it out to see how it works with him
and the things you cooked and baked were on the no eating list
he just loved when you made food for him, it tasted amazing and he could feel the love you put into it
he was planning on waiting the diet out and stockpiling all the food you made for afterwards as a treat
but he may or may not have failed to tell you that
so when you noticed he wasn't eating the food you left for him when he came home late after practice, you were disheartened and not to be dramatic, but heartbroken as well
deciding not to waste anymore, you simply stopped
turns out, the diet wasn't really working with bokuto, his nutritionist decided it was unecessary since he was getting the same results when he wasn't on it––thanks to his genetics, metabolism and workout routine. if anything he was glad, he was beyond excited to come home and finally eat your cooking again.
he practically ran home with a skip in his step, shouting out cheerfully as soon as he stepped past the front door. "baby i'm home!" he put his things down and took his shoes off, before gliding in front of the fridge to open it. "what's for dinner?––" he trailed off when he noticed there was nothing cooking, maybe you were starting later? he looked through the shelves in the fridge, looking for something to snack on in the mean time and gasped abruptly when he couldn't find the containers of food he'd been saving over the past week.
he closed the doors and frantically looked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards that couldn't possibly keep any refrigerated food fresh.
you walked in to find him searching around like a madman and you paused. "kou? what's wrong?"
he looked up at the sound of your voice and ran over to you, placing his hands on your waist. he kissed your forehead to say hello, despite the pout on his face and the clearly pressing matter on his mind. "hi baby doll. i was looking for all the food that was in the fridge, did you move them?"
you paused, "well i––i threw them out?"
his eyes almost bulged out of his head, "what?! why??"
you were confused by his sudden outburst, it's not like he was eating any of it. "i mean you weren't eating, kou...it's been a week since you've stopped eating my food, i just didn't see the point in keeping it all in there...that's also why i'm not making dinner right now."
he stared at you, shocked and disappointed in himself, he had no idea you were feeling this upset. "oh my god...did i forget to tell you?" your brows furrowed curiously but he simply pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. "i'm so sorry bub––they wanted me to try out this new diet, that's why i wasn't eating! i didn't mean to make you upset! i was even planning on eating all of the dinners i missed afterwards...but the diet wasn't for me so i can go back to eating normally now!"
you pulled back slightly to look at him, not knowing what to say. "oh..."
he gave you a sad smile, "yeah," he brought a hand up to hold your cheek, "you know i love your food––it honestly hurt my heart when they told me i couldn't eat it!"
you cracked a smile and he gave you one right back, "i'm serious!"
you sighed happily, "okay...so i guess i should start making dinner then?––"
he was pulling you over to the fridge before you could finish your sentence, "absolutely! and i'm helping!"
you laughed and started getting the ingredients together, "how about i make your favorite tonight?"
he nodded like a child excited for ice cream and kissed you on the cheek. he wasn't really a chef himself, that's why he left it to you––he didn't want to burn down the kitchen. so he'd mostly be staying by your side, maybe handing you things or mixing things, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless.
you had started seasoning the food when he slid his arms around you from behind, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "hey baby?" you hummed in response and his hold on you tightened a bit. "would you...mind making my favorite dessert tonight too? i've been craving it for a while now..."
you smiled to yourself and nodded, "i'd love to."
he squeezed you and kissed your cheek loudly, "yes! thank you i love you so much!–"
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kuroo:
almost every day you sent kuroo off to work with a baked good you made him
he loved them and you loved making them so it was a win-win
you'd put them in a little container with a cute note
and though he knew what to expect each time, they never failed to brighten his day
but earlier this week you stopped by kuroo's office to drop off the treat he'd forgotten to take with him today in his rush out the door
he was in a meeting so his assistant let you into his office
and you felt an ache in your chest when you noticed four of the treats you'd given him this past week all on his desk, unopened
that day, you went back home with all the uneaten sweets and unshed tears aching to fall from your eyes
did he just take them to please you? did he not really want them this whole time? was he just trying to be a good husband?
all these questions flooded your mind, only confusing and hurting you further
but one thing was for certain, you'd stop baking them for him
it didn't make sense for you to if you knew it'd be going to waste
kuroo was beyond done with his day and it wasn't even halfway over. he sighed, loosening his tie as he shut the door to his office, drained from the two hour meeting he'd been in.
thankfully, he had no more meetings today so he could sit and relax while he worked in his office. he sat down at his desk and shut his eyes for a moment, needing to calm down and regenerate himself. he reached over to his left blindly, knowing he'd left the treats you baked him there––things had been getting so hectic lately, he barely had time to eat them, but he was saving them for when he did have the time.
his hand smacked down on the desk three times as he tried to reach for the containers before he finally opened his eyes. his brows furrowed slightly, "what the..." he looked around the desk, opening the drawers and everything before giving up and calling his assistant in.
she knocked on the door and he signaled for her to come in.
"yes sir?"
"hi, do you know where the sweets i had on my desk are? i thought i left them here."
his assistant thought for a moment before perking up, "oh i believe your partner came and collected them while you were in your meeting, sir."
he frowned, "y/n was here? why didn't you tell me?"
"they asked me not to disturb you."
kuroo nodded, "oh alright...well, thank you, that'll be all."
he immediately pulled his personal phone out and called your number, you must have been back home by now.
you saw his name pop up on your screen as you were about to throw out the baked goods and hesitated for a good while before sighing and picking up. "yes?"
you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he spoke through the phone.
kuroo leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke. "you stole my sweets from me? where'd you hide them? or did you eat them?"
he didn't even feel bad that he'd just left them there?––"well you clearly weren't eating them kuroo," the smirk dropped from his face and he sat up, alert. woah––kuroo? why did you sound upset? "they were just sitting on your desk––anyway, i was about to throw them out."
"woah, what?? why would you do that?!"
he was speaking to you but you honestly weren't listening, too annoyed and too hurt to pay attention. "look if you didn't like them, you could have just told me so i wouldn't have to waste hours every day busting my ass to make them for you––were you just throwing them out this whole time, is that it?––"
he shook his head with each word you uttered before realizing you couldn't see him, he was just in complete shock. "what? no no, kitten listen to me, hey listen, okay?" you paused, mostly to catch your breath, but he took that opportunity to speak up. "i love when you bake for me, everything you make tastes amazing. i love eating the sweets you make when i'm at work because they remind me of you and of how much you love me––this week's just been a complete pain in my ass and i haven't had the time to sit down, eat and enjoy your treats, i love them and you too much to just scarf them down in a minute. i need to savor them, you know?" despite the adrenaline running in your body, you cracked a smile. "i finally had some time to myself and i was gonna eat them just now when i realized they were missing so i called you..."
he trailed off and you took that as your cue to speak up. "oh..."
you could hear his smirk again, "yeah, oh."
"so i...maybe...overreacted a bit."
he chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "no kitten you didn't, i get why you were upset––but, you should have asked me about it first."
you sighed, "yeah, yeah..." you looked at the open containers in front of you, only now noticing the notes you put in them were gone––he must have taken them out to read them even though he didn't have time to eat––"wait a minute, if you haven't had time to eat..." you could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, "kuroo you haven't been eating lunch?!"
he laughed awkwardly, "um, i mean, i eat after work––"
"that's not the same!" you rolled your eyes, "i'm coming back over there and i'm bringing you lunch and you're going to eat it, understand?"
he poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "okay, kitten."
you sighed, "you're lucky i love you."
he leaned back in his chair again, "oh could you bring one of the––"
you cut him off, putting one of the already closed containers back in your bag. "already on it."
he grinned, "god, i love you."
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oikawa:
oikawa loves your cooking
and normally he scrambles home after practice to eat it
but this past week training was grueling and tiring, so by the time he came out every day, he was drained mentally and physically
and he was starving
he couldn't wait any longer as soon as he stepped foot out of the gym
so he went to the nearest takeout place, bodega, whatever to get something to eat quickly,, for the whole week
he thought nothing of it
but when he came home every night for a week straight saying he'd already eaten when you tried to offer him the food you spent hours making?
it hurt, a lot
so you decided you'd stop cooking
oikawa was aching to go home––he was exhausted and all he thought about to get him through the day was you, your cooking and your cuddles. he needed all three immediately. when his coach said they were all free to go home, he could almost feel a weight lifting off his shoulders.
he sighed loudly as he stepped into your home, peeling his sneakers off and setting his things aside. he padded into the house, going straight to the kitchen and frowned when you were nowhere in sight. he'd come home a bit early today, around the time you were usually making dinner.
he looked around and walked to the living room, smiling to himself when he found you sitting on the couch, looking for something to watch on tv.
you smiled up at him and greeted him, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside. "hi baby, how was your day?"
he huffed and slid onto the couch, lying down so his head was in your lap. "don't even talk to me about the day i've had––i was thinking about you the whole time." he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "you got me through it."
he placed one of your hands on his cheek and the other in his hair, mumbling a thank you when you started playing with the slightly damp mess on his head. "mm that feels good baby." he closed his eyes and sighed contently, settling in comfortably to your touch.
after a few moments, he spoke up softly, trying his best not to fall asleep. "what's for dinner?"
"um i'm not sure," your eyes were focused back on the tv as you thought for a moment. "what do you wanna order?"
he paused and cracked one eye open, opening the other when he realized you weren't joking. "wha––order?"
you looked down at him and nodded hesitantly, "yeah? like takeout?"
he sat up abruptly and turned to face you, "what? why?"
you paused this time, unsure of how to respond. "well...every night for the past week you haven't been eating my food. i think it's fair for me to assume you don't want my food anymore."
he felt a piece of himself break on the inside, "oh angel..." he grabbed your hands, "no no––i love your food, you know that––i've just been so tired this week, i couldn't even wait to get home to eat, so i stopped by the nearest places with the boys." he scooted closer to you. "i'm so sorry i made you feel like i didn't appreciate what you do for me––i promise from now on i'll drag myself on my hands and knees if i have to to come home to you and eat––"
you laughed and shook your head, "tooru there's no need for that––"
he cut you off, almost offended. "of course there is! i hurt your feelings baby, i never want to do that again!"
you smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss that he quickly melted into. you pulled away to look at him earnestly. "it's okay babe. just...maybe tell me next time? i was just worried you were tired of my food, that's all."
he pulled you into his lap and held you tight. "i could never and will never be tired of anything you do for me, i promise." he kissed your cheek. "though it is my fault, i did miss your cooking this week––but if you're not in the mood to make anything i understand and we can still order––"
you shook your head, "i'll make your favorite, okay?"
he pulled you in for another kiss, "i really don't deserve you."
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imthebadguyyy · 3 years
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maybe something like interviewer asking her sexist questions and the boys stand up for her , after that interview she feels insecure and the boys comfort her . that's just an idea you don't have to write it !! <33
I hope you like it, and I'm so sorry about the delay 😭 I couldn't find my footing with this one, and I hope it's what you wanted ! Have a lovely day 💙
The One Where They're There For Her
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Pairing - One Direction x Reader (6thmember!female!reader)
Fandom - One Direction (Directioners)
Summary - A particularly sexist interview decides to reduce you to just a sexual being and makes no effort to hide his misogyny. But the boys are there to support you.
Warnings - sexualization of the lgbt community, sexist comments, swearing, (honestly I hated myself for writing some of the comments here,and I'm so sorry)
Being a part of the biggest band in the world comes with certain responsibilities. Not responsibilities that come along with signing a recording contract, but those that a person deems themselves responsible for. For example, as the only female in a boyband, a female with a fanbase as large as yours, you took it upon yourself to always stand up for what's right, and to be an ally for the causes close to your heart.
That meant that your social media was often flooded with information about important causes, or your opinions on issues like feminism. Was it always well received? Heck no. There were people filled your feed with hate and comments calling you the most horrible names and labelling you a 'man hater' and a 'bitch' But you didn't let it get to you. On most days. On days like today, it was all you could do to keep it together. It had been a tiring few days, touring, recording, performing and doing an endless amount of interviews and photoshoots. It was safe to say you were on the last of your nerves, having battled your way through a makeup artist who had insisted on pointing out your flaws and had used a shit ton of makeup to cover them up. You had battled a photographer who had not hesitated to tell you that if you didn't look more feminine people would think you were turning into a man.
Before you could retaliate, Paul had dragged him away and told management to cancel the photoshoot, and find another photographer before grabbing the six of you some sandwiches and had let you all go back for a quick power nap at the hotel. Then in about half an hour he had woken you up, to get you ready for another interview. That's how you were here, in a white jumpsuit and a black blazer jacket, paired with black heels. Another day, another interviewer that got on your nerves. But this one, this one was different. This interviewer was different, but also the same. Another misogynistic man who thought he was entitled to stare at your ass and cleavage, and eye fuck you as you settled into a seat in between Niall and Zayn.
Settling in, you crossed one knee over the other, plastering a fake smile onto your face, as the man leaned back in his chair, throwing you a sleazy smirk. Noticing the look, Zayn shifted so you were out of view of the interviewer, but in view of the audience. It was in moments like this that you were a 100× more grateful to have your boys. They were well aware of how sleazy some interviewers could be, having had plenty of experience with them, and Zayn and Louis in particular were very protective about the way you were treated. Squeezing your thigh softly, he leaned back a little, lips settling into a thin line as he looked at the interviewer with a cold look. A little behind, Louis threw the interviewer a dirty look.
"So, One Direction! Congratulations on the album, as you all know its out on November the 22nd, with eighteen new songs, including the singles Night Changes and Steal My Girl Speaking of stealing girls, do you think I could steal your number Y/N? And may I mention, you look ver, very hot in that outfit" The interviewer joked, throwing you what he thought was a sexy smirk. (P.S - it wasn't) Answering with an awkward laugh, you shook your head, as Niall tensed up beside you. "Aww come on, your'e a pretty girl, I'm a handsome guy, let's go out sometime" he pressed on, ignoring the growing anger in Harry's eyes. "That's umm, nice. But no thanks, I'm not going to go out with you" was your answer, as you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Picking up on your nervous tic, Zayn moved his hand to rest on your knee, stopping it from bouncing up and down.
"Aww come on baby, what is it? You like girls or something? Because I wouldn't mind being a part of that action either" the sleazebag chuckled, ignoring the disgusted look Liam sent his way. "That's rude" Liam said, while Zayn tightened his grip on your knee. "Oh come on lads, are you telling me the idea doesn't appeal to you? Two women together, mm, makes me all excited just thinking about it, especially if one of them's Y/N" That comment was all it took for Louis to stand up, turning to the man and saying in a voice much rougher than his usual voice, "Alright, that's fuckin' enough, what the fuck is actually wrong with you?" he was backed up by Liam, who stood up, going to tower over the interviewer, whose eyes had lost some of the sleazy look in them. "All you've done since we walked in here is make those disgusting comments about Y/N, and it's sickening. Have some fucking respect" he practically spat.
Behind him, Zayn took your hand in his and pulled you to your feet, noticing the slight glossiness in them, leading you back to the dressing rooms, while Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry stayed back to continue to snap at the interviewer. "That is no way to treat a woman, and not only are you disrespecting her, you also made those god awful events about seeing women together. Your'e a shame to every single person in this room by talking like that" Harry continued, glancing over his shoulder to check if you were okay.
"And no, it doesn't excite us, because we are not assholes, and you are, a disgusting sleaze who does not deserve the job he has. Fuckin loser" Niall chimed in, standing up and storming out. Louis stood up as well, turning to directly face the cameras and the cameramen and sound technicians, who had all looked shocked when the man had made his comments towards you. "I sure as hell hope you have that on record, so you can see just how fucking sexist this industry is to women. Y/N does the same job as us, works just as hard and has the same number of awards, nominations, and records and yet you decide to only focus on her body, clothes, love life and sexuality. Get a fucking life" he spat at the camera, before walking away himself, eventually followed by Harry and Liam, who apologized to the outraged fans before leaving themselves. As they made their way to the dressing rooms they could hear the audience telling the interviewer to apologize to you, their anger at the way you were treated echoing through the building.
Walking in, Harry caught sigh of you curled up in one of the armchairs, with Louis sitting beside you, while Niall and Zayn talked to a furious Paul. "He had no damn right to treat her like shite, and you need to make sure that he knows those comments were un-fuckin-acceptable" Niall was saying, looking angrier than Harry had ever seen him. "And to make those sickening comments about wanting to get action? Can't we sue him for something?" Was Zayn's reply, glancing over his shoulder at you to make sure you were still okay. "We can't sue him, atleast I don't think we can, but I'll have someone let the smug bastard know that he needs to learn how to respect a woman" Paul said, before leaving the room to give the six of you some time together before you had to head back to the hotel.
"How're you feeling darling?" Louis said, moving over and patting your knee so you moved. "I'm okay" you mumbled back, letting Louis settle in next to you, leaning back to rest on his chest. "He had no fuckin right to say any of that, and don't you let it trouble you for a second" Zayn added, pouring out a cup of tea for you and for Louis and Harry. "I don't care about what he said, I couldn't care less, but it was just so frustrating, sitting there and listening to him just sexualize a whole community of people. You've got to be in a really sad place to think of shit like that. That's what annoyed me. You think I give a damn about what he said about my clothes or wanting to take me out on a date? It was the way he was talking, like he was sure any woman would be glad to have him that irked me. He's really tiresome" was your reply, as you reached forward for a sip of your tea. "That's the right attitude love. Haters gonna hate" Harry said.
"I know that. But I just wish I could punch him once, which sounds mean, but he does kind of deserve it" Niall said, earning a laugh from you. Niall was never usually aggressive, and even now, he wasn't particularly rude but it was rare to see him wanting to punch someone. "It's okay Niall, you don't have to. I can do it myself, but I won't" you replied, leaning up to squeeze his hand. "Besides, Ni, if you went and punched him, I'd do it too, and then we'd all go to jail" Liam chimed in, scrolling through his twitter. "Twitter isn't happy either babe. #stopsexualization and #Y/Ndeservesbetter is trending already" he added, showing you his phone. "If it means some of these sexist asses get their heads out of the sand, I'm happy. But I dont want to to think about it now" you replied, cuddling closer to the warmth radiating from Louis's body.
"Okay, we won't talk about it. Do you want to go back to the hotel?" Harry asked, standing up and walking to the door "No I want to go to Nando's. Anybody else hungry?" You asked, to nods of assent from the boys. "I'm starving. Those stupid sandwiches didn't fill me up at all" Zayn said, standing up to grab his coat and wallet. "I know and I'm craving some hot Peri Peri chicken with some fries. Do you think they'd let me put the lemon and herb sauce on the fries?" You asked, standing up yourself, earning a laugh from Louis. "Your'e an international superstar babe, I think they'd give you some lemon herb sauce" Liam joked.
Laughing, the six of you made your way to the car, with Harry and Niall squishing you in between them, as Louis sat in the back with Liam, and Zayn sat in the front with Paul (he was driving thank GOD) "I'm proud of you darling" Harry chimed in suddenly. "I am too" Niall added. "You know I am" Louis said, before Liam added "Always babe" and Zayn turned to smile at you before adding, "We are all proud of you, and we always will be, not only because you do a damn good job of not listening to the haters, but because you do what you think is right" "Awh come on, your'e gonna make me cry" you mumbled, leaning into Niall's shoulder. "Almost makes me feel bad for teasing you about having an extremely low spice tolerance the last time we were at Nando's Haz" you smirked, earning a roar of laughter from the boys.
"That chicken was spicy love!" "It was lemon and herb with no peri peri!" "And it was spicy!"
And just like that, you were back to messing around with each other. Sleazy interviewers would come and go, but your boys were always there to support you. Always.
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A/N - Thanks for reading ! I'd also like to apologize on the behalf of this fictitious interviewer I made up, I felt so bad while writing some of this 😭 anyways, I hope this is what you wanted! Enjoy !
Tags - @zaynkissbot @gucci-hazza @bxtchboy69
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raggaraddy · 3 years
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Can you please do a yandere hyung line reaction to MC being jealous and tries to hide it ( For jin could you please make it as his wife has come back for a short holiday or something)
A/N: My brain did not want to do the writing thing the last couple of days, but I got there. I think these stories are good? but somehow they all ended up a bit soft. I hope you like them though 🤞 because it was a great request! Thank you 💜💜💜
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Summary: Hyung line reaction when you get jealous.
Trigger warning: Smut, violence, blood-drinking, murder, abuse, yandere themes.
Alpha! Namjoon
Normally you didn't consider yourself clingy. You enjoyed your personal space and your time alone. But at the same time, you've also become accustomed to Namjoon dropping everything to take care of you. This entire week though, he's been preoccupied with a territorial issue, and the last 3 nights he hasn't even come to bed.
Leaving you feeling a little discarded, to say the least.
Nevertheless, you're a mature adult, and you were able to let it go with the knowledge that Namjoon is an Alpha who has responsibilities and knowing that he would still rather be with you.
It is, however, a comfort that you have trouble holding on to whenever you see the new girl around him. It's not like you're jealous. It's just that she doesn't seem to know how to behave respectfully or appropriately around Namjoon. She always stands too close or looks at him a bit too much, and she's way too touchy. Only his elbow, arm, or shoulder. But it's like, get your fucking hands off him.
Rationally, you know Joon is your mate and you own his heart, mind, and body. Still, it doesn't stop you from tossing restlessly, laying in bed at 2 am, once again alone. The two things added together making you feeling sour. Feeling sick of being sent away while this other girl gets to stick around being way too familiar with your Boyfriend.
Coming downstairs in your pyjamas, you weave in among the wolves working your way to Namjoon. Standing at the dining table, looking over a mess of paper, he notices you right away a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
"Y/n, what are you doing up?"He asks, checking his watch.
There she is again, right next to him. Her hand casually coming off his shoulder when she sees you.
"It's late. Go back to bed, Beautiful." he coos.
You ignore his instruction. Wrapping to his side by pushing yourself between him and this girl, creating space for yourself with a not-so-subtle shoving of your elbow into her arm. Smiling up at him sweetly as he accepts your presence, hugging you tightly.
"We're going to be busy most of the night. You should go to bed." he leans down to whisper, his breath tickling your ear. He's trying not to draw the focus from the rest of the table into your personal discussion.
"I'll go up when you come with me." You whisper back.
"It's going to be a few more hours still baby." He sighs, seeming frustrated with the circumstances.
"Then I'm staying here."
"You shouldn't-"
"Don't argue with me Kim Namjoon. You're not going to win this one." While it's said in jest, you also mean it. He'll have to drag you upstairs to make you go. And if he steps foot in that bedroom, you both know you'll be able to make him stay.
"Oh really?" He challenges, fighting the smile growing on his face, not wanting to encourage your mischievous behaviour.
Grabbing the collar of his black tee, you pull him down to your height, smacking your lips against his. Kissing him passionately and longingly. Something you haven't been able to do for nearly a full week.
Letting his shirt go, his smile is fully grown. His dimples on display.
"Really." You finalize, looking up at him coquettishly.
You can see the struggle playing in his mind. He's extremely tempted to throw you over his shoulder and take you upstairs right now, his wolf fighting to shirk his responsibilities and give in to desire. His chest rumbling lowly as he winks down at you.
"Okay baby." his fingers dig into your hips, "If you're gonna play dirty, you can stay." He teases with a chuckle. Resisting the bait.
Feeling calmed and relaxed on the warmth of his hold again, a smug sense of pride fills your chest. From the corner of your eye, you can see her attention on the two of you. Your ego is not able to resist, and you shoot a cold pointed glare at her. A smirk creeping onto your face as she looks down, avoiding your eye line.
"Seeing as it's late, do you wanna make coffee for everyone?" You order her in the form of a question, speaking loudly enough for both her and Namjoon to hear your sassy, obvious tone.
She looks a little stunned. She'd just been promoted to the inner circle for this problem-solving session, and she doesn't seem pleased at being asked to perform menial tasks. Trying to go over your head, she looks at the Alpha for confirmation. But he doesn't give it to her. Instead, you can feel him nod, supporting your order. A full smile filling your face as you get his backing.
"Of course, Luna." she obeys, looking a little dejected.
"Thank you." you shoo her to action with a sing-song voice. Curling into Namjoons side, you can't help but feel authoritative. And a little bit victorious.
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King! Seokjin
It had been nearly two weeks since you had seen Jin last. As frustrating as it was, you were genuinely missing him. There was a kind of energy he had when it was just the two of you. Something that filled you, and without him you were feeling like your own spirit was draining away.
It would be okay though, today Jin was coming back from visiting his wife and children. You're sure he missed you just as much as you missed him. That he was as excited to see you, as you were to see him. You were a little worried knowing that you would have to satisfy his sadism first, but you can tolerate it, thinking that at least you'll get to see his smile.
As the day is drawing to an end, you've finished all your tasks but you refuse to retire for the night, certain the King is going to call for you at any minute. Feeling a mix of excitement and relief when the staff manager comes to collect you.
Nearly skipping you rush to the dining hall, having been instructed to serve dinner to the King and his guest. Working with another maid to bring the meals from the kitchen.
Walking in, the smile you were trying to conceal disappears completely. Your stomach dropping. Jin's guest is the Princess. His wife.
You have to control your expression to hide your distress, feeling sick while serving him. His wife never comes down. She hasn't in a year and a half. Jin doesn't even really like her. It doesn't make sense why she's here.
With a curt bow, you remove the closh and place the plate down. Meeting the King's eye for a moment, you do your best to placify your appearance. Your efforts cracking when you see his lips pulling ever so slightly into a knowing smile.
He dismisses the other maid, but not you. Sending you to the waiting station by the wall. You're stuck watching over their conversation. Feeling more and more insecure as you look at the Princess's regality and beauty. Getting more frustrated as your mind runs rampant.
How long is she going to stay? It doesn't seem like they brought the Princes, so she has to go back soon. And what kind of mother leaves her children alone? It doesn't even matter that she's here, you know Jin likes you more. So what if she is really pretty, he can't hurt her like he can you. You make him happy. She's just a prop he was given to secure a treaty. He actually chose you.
Slowly, you're building yourself into a craze. Making yourself feel sad until the very end of the meal. Finally, their dinner date ends and he stands, kindly bowing to see her off. Leaving only you and him in the hall.
Relaxing back in his seat, he finishes the remainder of his drink.
"Y/n." Holding his empty glass to the side, he calls you over. You follow his gesture and top up his cup. Avoiding looking directly at him again. Pacing back to your place when he stops you.
"Come here." He grins, enjoying how uncomfortable you are. "You met my wife today." He pushes the difficult topic, again probing for your reaction.
Nodding softly, you're trying to not let your bitterness out. You know Jin doesn't like it when you pout.
"Are you jealous Princess?" He holds his hand out for you to take, leading you closer to him. Leaning back to create a space for you on his lap. Guiding you over him with your legs spread.
"No, your Majesty." You shake your head, your pause and hesitation giving away the truth.
Jin's gentle touch comes off your hand, his grip instead ripping back your hair, arching your back and nearly yanking you off of his lap. Biting back a shriek, you can't keep entirely quiet, whimpering as his fist curls tighter and closer to your scalp.
"Are you lying to me?" His mouth latches onto your shoulder, biting into your muscle vindictively. Unbridling that scream you had tried to smother.
"Yes. I'm sorry your Majesty!" you cry out, tears building in your eyes. "I'm jealous. I missed you. I want you-" all the truth is pouring out, but you hesitate worried you're being too bold, "all to myself."
His grip comes out of your hair. His hand instead raking down your chest, leaving painful red marks as each nail digs along the skin. Continuing lower, tearing the buttons on your dress. Yanking down your bra also, exposing your breasts. His other hand hikes the fabric up around your thighs, stopping on your waist, lowering your hips into him.
Pinching your nipple, he draws you closer until his lips are just off yours. Gasping through the initial pain, you can only whine and bite your lip to further keep quiet.
"Go on Princess. Prove to me why I should have missed you."
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Assassin! Yoongi
Over the past couple of weeks, Yoongi would be gone for days at a time. Coming back in a strangely talkative and happy mood. You were as miserable and depressed as always, but his vigour was somehow revitalizing and comforting. It made him easier to deal with. It made him less moody. And it made your life easier. So to begin with you were very happy that he was happy.
That was until he mentioned a name in passing. A woman's name. Someone he was working with on a project.
As soon as you heard him talking positively about her, a pang of anxiety spiked through your stomach. From then on it rested in your gut, making you irritated, uncomfortable, and flustered every time you heard about or thought about her.
It was the strangest thing. You hated Yoongi, you're sure of it. But he was all you had. And hearing him talk about another woman, even though it sounded platonic, the adoration in his voice was hurting you in a way you never expected.
Slowly you had to work through this feeling on your own. You couldn't bear to let Yoongi know, not certain what he would do with the information that you were, in lack of a better word, jealous.
The more you heard about this woman, you knew you could never be as impressive as her. Every detail sounding equally terrifying and awe-inspiring. To be honest the specifics slipped your mind, as you were mostly wrapped up in self-pity when Yoongi spoke about her.
All you know is that you felt inferior, and you were craving, longing to feel that kind of importance to Yoongi, also. Resenting the fact that this other person was so easily able to bring joy and energy out of him.
Over the next couple of weeks, you spent every waking moment thinking about how to make Yoongi happy. Not just avoiding annoying him, like you usually did, but instead thinking about how to bring him genuine enjoyment.
One time you spent hours making him a meal. Making something you knew he would love. But, unfortunately, he only complained about the mess. He said he wasn't hungry and left you to throw the food away and clean up.
Another time, you had planned a full evening of activities. Movies, snacks, games that would help you get to know each other better, anything fun you could organize with your limited resources. Only, he wasn't in the mood to play, or talk. He only wanted one thing, and when he was done, he left you alone in your room, feeling used and a bit sore.
However, that gave you an idea. Maybe you could connect with him physically first. Then that might give you a way for something, anything more to develop.
This time, you set the house up with candles, music, wine, chocolate strawberries, everything you'd seen in movies. Waiting for him on the couch in something a little provocative. But, as soon as he comes in from the garage he looks more annoyed than impressed. Rolling his eyes, ordering you to your room.
By this stage it's late, you're tired, and you're losing your mind trying to make him happy. You were fighting so hard for his attention, and he was barely tolerating you. You aren't thinking clearly as you snap at him.
"Why?!" You yell, stomping your foot down. "I'm working so hard and you're just being an asshole!"
The words come out and you instantly regret them. His straight expression hardening.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You rush to him, wrapping your arms around his chest trying to soothe any reaction. "Just tell me what I can do." You plead. Exasperated by so many failed attempts.
"That depends. What do you want?" He honestly questions, looking down at you.
You weren't exactly prepared to answer this question. You're not sure you really know.
"I'm your's right?" you say with big eyes, your voice coming out so softly, feeling embarrassed even though you're mimicking his words. "I get that I have to be yours. But then you have to be mine too." Your voice trembles.
Finally, it makes sense to Yoongi. Your change in demeanour, and in behaviour. Why you've been so needy. Why you've been trying to get his attention. He understands now. And that was most of what was annoying him. Not knowing why you were acting differently.
He steps out of your grasp, calling for you to follow him upstairs. You're not so nervous as you do. Surprisingly, the revelation has given Yoongi has a warm smile.
Falling back onto his bed, he taps the space beside him, inviting you to join him. You climb into the middle of the bed, resting in the place he set for you, his arm laid out under your head. He curls into you, gently wrapping his arm over your waist. Hugging you.
For the first time ever, he is showing you some kind of affection. For the first time, he's actually making a gesture of warmth and comfort. You couldn't even let yourself think that Yoongi could be capable of this. Having spent so many months isolated and alone. Even when you weren't locked up.
Hating yourself for not being stronger, you break into silent tears. Biting your thumb to stifle any sobs.
While reason is battling in your head, telling you that it's a bad idea to form any kind of emotional attachment to him, you don't want to listen to logic right now. Letting yourself cling to Yoongi and the desperately needed human connection.
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Vampire! Hoseok
There was a delicate balance to your relationship with Hoseok. You couldn't exactly rely on his moods to be stable, but you could rely on his obsession with you. It was the only thing that kept you feeling secure. Feeling certain that when he bit you next he wouldn't let you bleed out. Or that when he hit you or cut you or hurt you, that he wasn't going to leave you to suffer in agony but would heal you. Because he wanted to keep you. You were his.
It was a twisted kind of reassurance. But it's what you had, so it's what you worked with.
You knew the source of his obsession. It was you as a person, sure. But you weren't kidding yourself. Mostly, his infatuation was with your blood. Hoseok wasn't specific about it, but you had overheard some of the other Vampires discussing you. Apparently, you smell delicious, and that's why he never lets you wander the house with any cuts. That's why you were locked away every 28 days. And that's why you were his only.
It didn't make sense to you, there was nothing different about you.
But somehow you'd fallen in and become the star of your very own YA horror story.
Whatever the cause though, you were aware that Hoseok's addiction to your blood was the reason that he kept you. Without that, he might simply kill you, or worse, he might throw you to one of the other bloodsuckers who look at you like a happy meal they want to fuck.
Which is probably why you were so defensive when you saw him biting another girl.
Sitting on the back terrace looking over the gated property, Hoseok and a few of his creations were sitting in the moonlight enjoying a drink. You'd come downstairs expecting to be his refill when you see him sinking his fangs into the arm of one of the human pets.
Frustration floods through your body, a new kind of anger making your hands shake. A malicious and honestly, not-all-together thought out idea springs into your head. You've never seen him drink from anyone else before, and you need to remind him that he should only want you.
Taking a serrated peeler from the bar at the side of the terrace, you hold it concealed in your palm, going up to the first Vampire leaning there.
"Are you thirsty?" you ask, speaking lowly. He, like all the others, know you're Hoseok's, and so he rightfully looks uncomfortable being near you. Stepping into his personal space, you raise your arm under his chin and run the sharp blade across the top of your forearm. His eyes immediately going black, his fangs bared. Unable to resist what you're offering.
Behind you, every single one of them turns their heads, smelling you the second blood gathers on your skin.
In a flash, Hoseok is between the two of you. Ripping his teeth into the guy's neck, tearing his throat out. Killing him in an instant.
Breathing heavily, he turns to you with blood washed down his front. His eyes murderous and cold.
Retaliating, you storm towards the human-pet and shove her with all of your might, pushing her down the stone tile steps onto the grass. Watching her tumble into a heap.
Those around you have gone dead quiet, none of them even daring to look directly at either of you.
"How dare you?" He seethes, stalking towards you. But you're not backing down. You know better than to retreat from him when he charges.
"How dare I?" you scream. "How dare you drink from that skank!" An enraged Hoseok is something all of his offspring know to fear. Steadily you can see them clearing the space around the two of you. Withdrawing from whatever this is leading to.
"You want to tell me who I can eat?!" He growls, his hand shooting around your neck, holding you but not choking you. "You're a blood bag that I keep as a toy!"
"If that's all, then I'll let all of them feed on me too."
His hand constricts, restricting your air. "I'll kill anyone that tries."
"Then," you gasp, your words coming out short. "only me." you pull your hair off your shoulder, turning your neck as far to the side as you can. Throwing his head back, he takes the invitation, sinking his fangs into your jugular, swallowing down mouthfuls of your blood.
Holding onto his shoulders, you jump up wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing yourself closer to his mouth. Hoseok's arms wrapping around your ass, keeping you up.
Pushed back by your momentum, he stumbles a few steps, dropping down onto the open sofa chair. You landing on his lap, straddling his thighs.
As more of your blood is drained, and you get lightheaded, the pain starts to slip and your body starts to float. A euphoric sensation, akin to being high consuming you.
You tangle your hands up into his hair tugging it, massaging his scalp. You've become so accustomed to him fucking you when he feeds from you, that whenever he bites you, you get turned on. Your body reacting out of instinct. Slowly grinding down, rocking your hips into him as you start to get him hard. The friction feeling good making you moan. Making you move faster with pleasure tingling through your core also.
"Hobi," you moan. Shivering, as his tongue runs up your wounds.
Your gentle whine catches his attention. A surprised expression on his face that shifts into a smile as he leans back to watch you. His focus on you making you feel slightly embarrassed, slowing your motions until they stop altogether.
Biting his tongue, your eyes meet for a moment before he kisses his blood into your mouth, the copper taste feeling soothing and familiar. Your body relaxing completely knowing you'll wake up healed.
"Mine." He whispers into your lips.
The blood loss pulls you into unconsciousness, your head dropping onto his shoulder. The euphoric feeling swallowing you up as you purr back. "Mine."
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Hello Beautiful! First off, (very belated) happy birthday to my fellow libra queen!
Secondly, I'm updating my first Damian Priest fic atm and I want/need inspiration 😂!
An hc with a single mom reader and she has all sorts of issues with men and D proves her wrong in many ways 💕
Much love 🥰❤️
Hi, darling! Well, thank you very much 🥰 And I’m biased about how incredible Libra folks are 🤣, but we are pretty amazing 😉 (Damian’s a living proof of it 😂)
Uhhh, nice! Good luck with your writing 💓 OMG, this is EVERYTHING 😍
Much love to you, sweetie 😘💋
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Being a part time single mother was not your original plan when you first got pregnant
The father of your daughter, who at the time was your fiancé, is the lead singer of a rock band
A few years back, you went on an exchange program in Germany, to study music
You ended up meeting him and having a relationship
You got together until your daughter was one year old
Then you decided to break up, since the relationship wasn’t working anymore
But you remained very good friends
You brought your daughter back to the States and got the job of “double parenting” (at least with everyday tasks)
Now that your daughter is four years old, and is able to travel with you
You could come back to your old job as a writer on WWE
You tried to have a relationship again
But every men you’ve met, has proved themselves to be complete assholes 
So having a relationship was not on your plans...EVER again
But of course that life had it’s own way to fuck you up
And you met Damian Priest
The handsome, charming, lovely and completely out of your league, Damian Priest
He always flirts with you and throws his charm here and there 
But that was as far as it got
You never gave him any sort of informations about your personal life
And you wanted to keep that way, until he bumped into you and your daughter on the hotel room hallway
“There she is! I was looking for you“ He smiled at you and his eyes soon found your daughter “And who’s this little princess?“ He squatted down to look into her blue eyes 
“Ich heiße Ida“ She smiled at him, before looking at you “Mama, wer ist das?“
“Mama?“ Damian frowned
“He’s mommy’s friend and he doesn’t speak German, pumpkin“
“What’s your name?“ She asked with that cute heavy German accent of hers
“My name is Damian“ He smiled at her
And of course that Ida and her blunt honesty made you red with embarassment
“You’re pretty” She smiled at him “Do you want to be mama’s prince charming? Papa said we need to find her one so she doesn’t feel lonely. I don’t like seeing mama so upset. It makes me sad“ 
 “Ida, das solltest du nicht sagen!“ You reprimanded her
“I’d love to be mama’s prince charming“ Damian winked at you, which instantly made you blush even harder
“I’m going to have a tea party in my room. Do you want to come?“ She asked and before you could say something to her, he agreed “Of course, princess“
Damian played with Ida all afternoon and early night until it was her bedtime 
She snuggled with him on the pull out couch while watching cartoons on the tv
When she was deep asleep, Damian tucked her under the covers and went to the kitchen to find you 
“She’s so sweet“ He sat on the chair by your side and smiled “Why you never told me about her?“
“Why would I?“ You shrugged 
“Because I like you?“ He cackled “I think we both know that this has passed the flirting point, Y/N“ He intertwined your fingers “I really, REALLY, like you, mami. It’s beyond physical attraction, I-“ He smiled shyly “I think about you everyday and you’re the only woman that I can  really see a stable future with“ He kissed the back of your hand “And that beautiful German princess in the living room made me even more certain of it“
“So you’re ok with her? Because she’s my main priority and if you don’t accept her-“
“Baby” He quickly pecked your lips “She won my heart when she asked what was my name with that cute little accent“ He laughed and you couldn’t help but laugh along
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Cutie Pie (Christen x Reader)
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Request: christen x reader one? Maybe where the reader has a child (1-2 years old) and the Team doesn't know. Reader and her child are at a game right behind the bench and the kid accidentally drops his paci down to the bench and the teammates there interact with them without knowing that it's christens girl? Reader also is really tall and fit and a tomboy!
“Alright half-pint, you ready for this?” You asked the little girl in your arms, bouncing her just a touch as you stepped through the stadium gates. 
“Yeah, Mama!!!” She cheered around her pacifier, staring around the stadium in awe and wiggling excitedly. 
You were happy that she loved coming to games so much, as they were kinda a big part of your life. You weren’t quite sure what you would do if she didn’t. She was your soul and a certain soccer player had your heart, and you were glad that you didn’t have to choose between the two. 
You smiled indulgently down at her and kissed her slightly chubby cheeks. “I’m glad baby,” 
She wiggled again, her little bounces getting more and more wild with every step you took in the stadium. You hadn’t really planned on having Riley, but now you couldn’t imagine your life without her and her wonder at everything around the two of you.
“Chris?” She asked as you passed a giant poster of the national team, pointing towards where your favorite forward’s blinding smile was blown up 100 times its normal size. 
You would be forever grateful for how amazing your girlfriend was with your daughter. 
She came into your life nearly a year and a half ago, and you had been extremely reluctant to introduce her to your 6 month old (You didn’t want either of them to get attached before you knew it would work out), but Christen took the role of parent very seriously. She treated your little girl like she was her own, and the two had an unbearable bond. You knew that even if things didn’t work out the way you wanted them to, Riley would always have a friend in the forward. 
“You bet. I’m sure she’s super excited to see you!” You said, glancing down at your ticket to and looking for the right section, navigating through the crowd without issue (something you were used to considering how private you and Chris were about your relationship, the only person on the team who knew about you was Tobin). 
“She score?” Riley questioned, her pacifier bobbing adorably in her mouth and her little eyebrows furrowing. 
“I’m sure she will, just for you kiddo,” You smiled, blowing a raspberry into the little girl's neck, and earning a giggle. “Now, do you think you can help me count the rows so we can get to our seats?” You asked as you passed under the sign with your section number and the pitch came into view. 
Riley nodded, puffing her little chest up. She may only be 2, but you and Christen had been working hard on her colors and numbers. She still needed help, but she was super smart for her age. 
“Alrighty then baby, let’s go,” 
*****
The team wasn’t usually this distracted. They were a group of highly competitive women who were at the top of their game, which meant that they could usually block out all of the noise from the stadium, even if it was just warmup. However, the cutest kid they had ever seen was sitting just behind the bench, being held by a very attractive lady. 
“Oh my gosh, have you seen the little girl?” Kelley asked, slinging an arm around Christen and Tobin’s shoulders, nodding towards the toddler in the stands. 
A gooey smile (something that didn’t go unnoticed by Tobin) broke across Christen’s face the second she saw her two favorite people. She noted how you had dressed the little one in the jersey she had gotten her for Christmas, a bold 23 visible every time she flashed her back towards the field. There was just something about having a part of herself visible (something tangible) on the girl she thought of as a daughter. “Yes, she’s absolutely adorable in that jersey,” 
She wiggled her fingers at the little girl who squealed excitedly and waved back. Her mom wrapped a protective arm around her belly to prevent her from accidentally wiggling under the guardrail. 
“Too bad it’s got Press’ number on it” Megan laughed, wrapping her arm around Christen’s other side, nudging the woman’s ribs. Christen rolled her eyes and shot the little girl another little wave, giggling when she bounced wildly in her mother’s arms (Christen might have also greatly appreciated the way the girl's reaction forced you to flex to prevent her from falling). 
“And her mom doesn’t look too bad either,” Ashlyn added, wiggling her eyebrows. 
The woman behind the little girl was tall, and the black ink that swirled up her arms only served to make her muscles more visible (Christen would call her drool-worthy after she finally told the team she was dating her). 
“You’re married, remember?” Ali grumbled, slapping her wife in the stomach. 
“Yeah, but If I wasn’t…” Ashlyn shrugged, cackling when Ali hit her harder. Christen frowned, suppressing a sneer. You were hers, even if the team didn’t know yet. 
Tobin smirked, gently grabbing her training outfit to prevent her from moving forward. “Come on, you can go flirt later. We have to get changed for the game,” She laughed towards Ashlyn, subtly pulling Christen towards the tunnel. 
The rest of the group laughed and followed after them. There would be plenty of time to say hi to the small child later after they had won. 
The forwards still sent another small wave towards the toddler clearly frowning now that her favorite person was walking away (she also may have winked your way just for kicks). 
*****
You could tell that Riley was having a blast. Her little hands wrapped around the bars of the railing so she could be as close to the action as possible. She waved to every player as they passed her (no matter how many times they did) and giggled exuberantly every time they waved back. 
It seemed that the team on the bench was far more interested in making your little girl laugh than watching the game (and you could only imagine how it would be when they finally realized that one of their teammates was basically her second mom). 
“Babe, you gotta stay a little away from the edge alright?” You said softly, tapping her shoulder when her little head went just a little too far through the bars. 
She definitely had your tendency to get in over her head. She ignored you, too enamored by Christen darting down the field, and shooting the ball. It sailed right past the goalie’s hands and before you could grab your little one she was leaping up and down, head still through the bars screaming “Goal!!” as loud as she could around the pacifier. But her enthusiasm caused the small object to fall out of her mouth.
“Uh oh,” Riley said, turning to you, her bottom lip trembling. 
You scooped her up, and she immediately nuzzled into your neck. “It’s ok babydoll,” you murmured into her hair, bouncing her and looking over the railing.
You leaned over the side, only to see one Kelley O’Hara holding your daughter's pacifier and rubbing her head. “Lose something?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow up at you. 
“Sorry, she got a little excited,” You said blushing a little bit. A little smirk graced Kelley’s lips you looked absolutely adorable with some red in your cheeks and paired with the backward cap it made you practically irresistible. 
“Don’t we all when Pressy scores a goal?” Megan winked up at you, wiggling her fingers at your little girl when she peeked up from your shoulder. 
“That’s fair, but she’s a very big fan,” You smiled, bouncing the little girl in your arms and blowing a raspberry just under her chin. 
“Well in that case, why don’t you two come down on the field? You know, so we can return this?” Ashlyn asked, grabbing the pacifier out of Kelley’s hand and jingling it a little. 
“What do you think babydoll?” You whispered into your daughter’s ear, as she was suddenly too shy to look at the soccer players who she had been interacting with not even minutes ago. 
“Wanna go,” she mumbled into your neck, just loud enough for the girls on the ground to hear. Kelley smiled wildly. “Well, little miss speaks after all!”
“Come to the stairs and we’ll get security to let you down. The games about to be over anyway,” Megan said, pointing towards where a little stairway was located. 
You nodded and headed in that direction, unaware of Christen’s furrowed eyebrows on the field. 
*****
“Oh my gosh, that kid is freaking adorable,” Alex said, trotting up beside Christen just as the final whistle blew. Christen turned towards where Alex was looking, awing at the sight before her. 
Riley was shyly standing behind you, clutching the back of your tank top so tightly that it was pulling down the collar (simultaneously showing off some of the swirling lines she knew spread across the skin of your shoulders). 
She would peek out to get a glance at one of the soccer players vying for her attention, and then tuck back into you the second she realized they were looking at her. 
“Isn’t she?” Christen smiled so wide her cheeks hurt. She might not be biologically related to your daughter, but she was 100% her other mom. She loved that little girl so much it hurt  (even when her pigtails were crooked- you were great at a lot of things but hair certainly wasn’t one). 
“Your gooey is showing,” Tobin said, nudging the forward. Christen opened her mouth to respond but was cut of by a very excited squeal. 
“Chris!!!” It yelled, just before a little body collided with the forward’s legs. She quickly bent down to lift the little girl up, throwing her in the air before allowing her to settle on her hip. “Missed you,”
“I missed you too babydoll,” Christen said into your daughter’s hair, holding her tight. She absolutely loved her job, but one major downside was that she couldn’t take you and Riley with her all of the time. At least she had Tobin to keep her up to date most of the time since you lived in Portland, but there was absolutely nothing like holding her two favorite people in person. 
“You better at hair and clothes,” Riley mumbled into her neck, pulling back just a bit to wave her hand around her head. You tried. You really did, but there was a reason you always kept your hair short. You weren’t into bows and frilly things, but your little girl absolutely loved them. So you did your best and were very grateful that Christen was so good with that kind of stuff. 
Christen threw her head back and laughed “I know baby,”. She rubbed Riley’s belly “Did you enjoy the game?” 
“Yeah, you score goal for me and mama,” Riley cheered and kicked her leg as if recreating the goal. Christen laughed again and began walking in your direction. “That’s right. I scored just for my favorite girls,” 
“Hey I scored too you know, and I want some baby bear hugs,” Tobin said, appearing over Christen’s shoulder. 
Riley wiggled wildly in Christen’s arms, practically throwing herself at her favorite aunt. “Aunt Toby!!” She yelled as Tobin dramatically spun her in circles. 
Christen watched the two with a wide smile, only looking away when she felt a presence beside her. 
“Hey superstar, you looked amazing out there,” your smile was evident in your voice as you wrapped your arms around Christen’s waist from behind, kissing her ear and resting your head on her shoulder. 
She signed happily and leaned back into you for a second, before spinning in your arms. “Hey darling,” she said, leaning up and placing a kiss on your lips. 
“Wait, you know Christen?” A voice appeared very close to you, and you reluctantly pulled away from your girlfriend to look at one Kelley o’hara’s wide eyes. 
“Well she’s my girlfriend, so yeah,” Christen shrugged, leaning up to kiss you again. 
You hear Kelley and several other team members sputter, but you were far too preoccupied to actually care. That was until a little voice joined the mix. 
You pulled away when you heard little feet approaching you, squatting down to catch your very excited little girl. You stood with her in your arms, unable to stop you smile when Christen wrapped her arms around the two of you. 
“Yes baby?” Christen asked, running a hand down your daughters back to try and settle her excited wiggiling just a little. 
“Mama, mommy, we go eat with aunt Toby?” Riley asked. And Christen’s sent her an indulgent smile blinking back tears (you were happy that Tobin was so accepting and great with your babygirl). Sure Christen might not have been biologically related to her, but Riley was 100% hers.
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30 with lando pls
"Ride me."- Lando Norris.
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Summary- you and lando celebrate his highest placing poduim after you comfort his nerves before the Italian grand prix....
Words- 1808...
(Warnings- Alot of fluff & smut! 18+! You've been warned!)
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You couldn't believe how quickly it all flew by. It felt like just yesterday when you met him... you the new photographer for McLaren, who didn't have a clue about F1, moving away from everything you knew to travel round the world taking pictures of cars worth more than your credit card & him, the new rookie, who had so much confidence on the track but who had near to none when it came to speaking to women... until you came along & And now here you were... 3 years later, moved in together, traveling the world doing the thing both of you loved & what a better way than doing that together.
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Your hands trembled just looking at him pacing the room,you could tell he was nervous.. I mean who wouldn't be, starting P3 in one of the most anticipated races of the calendar....
"Baby your making me dizzy" you giggled,slowly making your way over to him as he reaches for your clammy hand.
"Im sorry" he sighed, leaning into your touch as you pulled him closer "just nervous... I mean with all the pressure of me and danny starting up the grid & McLaren not having the season they hoped for, its just getting to me.. and you-" stopping himself, he looked deep into your eyes and for the first time you could see the panic and fear glossing his eyes like smoke...
"Im what baby?" You whispered, gently tracing your fingers though his newly combed locks, an action that you knew relaxed him...
"Your here..."
Confusion washed over you gently let go of him, taking a step back to watch his new fear wash over him..
"I can stay back here lando... if I'm the one making you nervous... I'm sure they wont mind me sitting out on this one, they have so many talented photographers, they won't miss m-"
Put of nowhere lando pulled you closer, locking your lips with his, taking all the unnecessary words out of your mouth.
"I'll miss you" lando mumbled against your lips, before pulling away pushing your forehead against yours...
"Your not the issue baby.. its just I know how dangerous this track is & I just don't want you to see anything that you shouldn't.... I couldn't cope with mysel-"
This time is was you to interrupt him, lifting up his chin to meet your.
"Lando I know the drill.... its not my first rodeo baby, every race is a dangerous one... I knew what I signed up for the minute I started falling in love with you & guess what... I dont regret one bit & you know why...?"
"Why?" He whispered, voice full of uncertainty.
"Because you.." you sighed, locking your lips with him again "are the best driver on that grid and you I've never been more proud of anything or anyone in my life.... your gonna be okay... and im gonna be right there for here for you, together forever eh?" You say, smirking as you see his face light up at your words, reaching out for your outstretched hand, locking your fingers as he repeated your words..
"Together forever"...
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"How many more laps left??" You sighed, hands beginning to tremble as you looked at the monitor, lando dropping down to 6th after his pit.
"26" zac sighed as he sat next you, placing a hand on your knee "hes doing well you know.... he a supers-"
However zak never got to finish his praise as gasps fill the garage, looking up to see Max's car ontop of Lewis's. Heart skipping a beat as you realised just how close it was to being lando...
"I have to go- I... what if it was him.. he was so close to them he was only a second away... what if" you whispered all the possible scenerios as tear filled your eyes, causing zac to pull you closer...
"Listen... you can't live your life with what ifs (y/n).. it could of been him but guess what it wasn't andd look where he is know!" He smiles looking up at the monitor just as lando overtakes Charles, reaching p2.
"I mean you could leave... but Together forever I heard?" Zac smirks as he places a headset on your knee as he gets up to get back to his place... "just in case you want to pop in and check up on him... you stresshead"
As the lap count increased, so did your heart rate, as you seen lando still at p2 with 1 lap to go and a 2 second gap between him and perez. Hands hesitating to pick up the headset that remained on your knee like a safety blanket. Only picking it up as the mclaren garage erupts in applause, not only has lando picked up his highest ever poduim but Daniel won!
'Lets fucking go lads' lando screeches as you place the headset on, zac giving you a little nod, letting you know you can talk to him.
"Baby" you whisper through the mic, voice trembling with pride and emotion.
"(Y/n)!!! We did it! We fucking did it!!" Lando screams as he makes his way to the last corner..
"We lando?!? I didn't do anything but hid behind zac the whole time" causing lando to chuckle before the set goes dead and the garage yet again erupts... letting you know the mclarens have parked up.
Lando was the first one out, immediately running over to zac and the rest of the team, and although you could tell he was ecstatic, apart of you knew that he was gonna be disappointed about not getting p1... but he's a team player & at the end of the day thats all that matters.
After the hugs from the team, it was your turn to be pulled into your sweaty boyfriends arms, in the biggest bear hug you've ever been given.
"I'm sooo proud of you baby" you whisper, running your hand through is wet locks. Tears welling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time today.
"I love you so much" he screamed, picking your feet of the ground as he twirled you around, so fast you would of sworn he would of got the fastest lap!
"And by the way" he smirks, locking your lips with his "theres no me without you...."
However your sweet moment was inturpted as you get rudely pulled away from eachother by a certain ecstatic Australian....
"Alright love birds, plenty of that later" grabbing lando by the shoulders, pushing him towards the poduims "continue that later please, me and loverboy here have a shoey to do"
Your heart melts as you hear landos laugh, even from 10 meters away, but nothing made your race more than seeing him mouth the words anyone would dream about hearing.....
"Cant wait too rip them clothes off".....
And by lord did he keep his promise, not even being able to close the door before your 'mclaren 4' tshirt was pulled from your body.
"Ive been dying to do this from the moment I crossed that line" lando groaned as he pushed against the wall, using all his last energy, locking his lips with yours. Tounges fighting for dominance as he unhooks your bra, throwing it carelessly across the room.
Before you knew it you thrown on the bed, just as carelessly as your long forgotten bra.
"How the fuck did I get this lucky" lando moaned as he hovers over your already shaken body, eyes gazing over your bare body, filling with not only with lust but love....
Sitting up you, you lock your lips again....
"I should be saying that too you.." you mumble against his mouth, flipping your body ontop of his as your hands trace down his bare chest.
"Ahh taking in charge I see" he smirks, throwing his arms at the back of his head, as your unbutton his belt, seeing his hard cock push against the poorly made cotton.
"Only the best for my champion" you whisper, pulling down the last layer before getting to work. Lips locking over the tip, as you look straight in his eyes, making sure he can see the collection of pre-come of your tounge as it traces on his tip.
"Fuck doll..." lando wheezed as your hand goes up and down his shaft, his hands pulling your hair back as you take him deeper down your throat. His groans filling the room as your eyes welled up for a different reason this time as you feel his tip against the back of your throat, however you didnt have time to enjoy your meal for any longer as he pulls you away. Leaning down, he latches your lips to his, moaning as he tastes himself on your tounge.
"Dont want to finish in your mouth"
Laying back down, throwing one of your legs over his waist causing you to straddle him....
"Ride me." He demands, and like the good girl you were you took no time to fulfill his needs. Pulling out a condom from under the pillow he wa layed on..
"Dont judge me.. i knew this was gonna happen"
Lando chuckled as you slipped the condom on him, positioning yourself before sinking on him, Causing both of your breaths to hitch...
"Fuck (y/n)... how the fuck are you still this tight after 3 years of fucking you" lando moaned as your hips start to rock against his waist, finding your familiar rhythm as his hands find your waist. The sound of skin slapping could only be heard, as you allowed him to fill you up.
"Fuck lando" you yell throwing your hand back as he places his hand on your clit, matching the rhythm of your hips "dont stop" you scream as he picks up the pace.
Using his free hand to continue guiding your hips on his cock, pushing his hips up to meet yours.
Moans filled the air, both of you knowing full well that the rest of the mclaren could hear your 'private celebration' however neither you seemed to care as your screams filled up the room.
"Im so close" you sigh as lando continues to meet your hips half way, leaning down to meet his lips.
"Me too baby... fuck me too"
Without out any more warnings, lando let go, feeling his seed fill up the condom that was still thrusting inside you.
"Come on baby let go" lando yelled, hand moving faster against your clit as he, attaches onto your sensitive tits. Something that he knew could bring you to cum hust on its own...
"Fuck!!!" You scream as the pleasure washes over you, collapsing on his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.
"I love you so much" he whispered as he pulled your swollen lips into one last kiss..
"I love you too lando" you whispered back, leaning back into his chest as he begins to comb his fingers through your hair, a action that after 3 years of love he knew would instantly put you to sleep... and like everything that boy does, he never fails...
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