#sweet escape

[lvis44]

Sweet Escape - Epilogue // LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

Warnings: Smut 18+ MINORS DNI, Alcohol Consumption, Swearing, Light Angst, Not Edited

Word Count: 9.4k+

Summary: Paradise is supposed to be fun and relaxing... a Sweet Escape, but when unspoken feelings and jealousy rise to the surface, everything can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye.

Notes: Alas, here is the long awaited Epilogue. Thank you everyone for being patient with me, this became a bit of its own story and I had to stop myself from continuing (read my note at the end and let me know your opinions, I won't ask here as to not spoil anything.) I have loved writing this and I can't wait to continue this little journey with all of you wonderful babes. Thank you so much for all the love on this story, I'm glad you all seem to love it as much as I do!

I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy! xxx

Previous Sections: Prologue - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

Colorado was one of your favorite places to be with Lewis, especially when it was just the two of you. You spent so much of your relationship flying around the world and stealing moments to be alone together. It could be difficult at times, especially race weekends. Lewis had a tendency to become a different version of himself from the first step into the paddock on Thursday to the second he left on Sunday evening, there was a hard shell around him most of the time, determined and focused. It was never a bad thing, simply something to navigate. He always found ways to make sure you knew how grateful for you he was, even in the simplest ways. When you would both arrive in Colorado, tucked away in the mountains, every guard he had built would come down, it’s when you got the utmost access to the love of your life. That's why you were shocked when he had sent you your travel plans for the week. You had talked with him multiple times about meeting him in Colorado for his time off, spending time just the two of you after too long being apart. Without consulting you he had changed your plans, scheduling another family trip, another trip to the Caribbean. You hadn’t been back to the island since the beginning of your relationship, almost exactly a year ago. Your anniversary would be coming up in the next week and you wanted to spend it with him, however life and work got in the way, forcing you to be apart from him for an already two week stretch. That is why Colorado had been the perfect plan, just the two of you only a few days after your anniversary, now you would be with all your friends in a place you had many mixed emotions about. You understood that he didn’t have the same opportunities to see everyone, rarely being in town for parties and dinners, but selfishly you truly didn’t want to share him. 

The second you received the surprise email with your travel itinerary you were on the phone. It only rang once before he picked up.

“Hey baby, I’ve only got a second. What's up?” He sounded out of breath through the line and you wondered if you had interrupted his training, not that you cared at the moment.

“We’re going to the island?” You got straight to the point.

“Yeah, I mean I bought the house, we might as well use it.” He chuckled, ignoring the fact that your plans had been drastically changed. 

“I know that, but I thought we had plans.” Your voice came out whinier than you had meant it to, unable to hide your disappointment.

“Yeah, shit, I’m sorry babe. I meant to talk to you about it but Charlotte and Miles were on my ass about another family trip and I just scheduled everything for the next second I had off.” He tried to reason, not helping your disappointment. It was strange for him to not consult you about plans he was making, more often than not he would check in with you more than necessary. 

“I know you want to see everybody but I wanted to spend time with you, celebrate our anniversary together.” You knew you were fighting a losing battle, everything was set in stone and he wouldn't disappoint your friends.

“We’ll still be together sweetie, we’ll have more than enough time to celebrate our anniversary, I promise.” His words were soft and you could tell he was trying to end the conversation. There was no point in continuing the argument.

“I know, I know, I just miss you.” You conceded.

“I miss you too, more than you know, but in just over a week I’m all yours. Gonna give you the biggest fucking hug.” He sighed, also feeling the effects of not being together.

‘You’re not going to be all mine, that's the problem’ you thought to yourself, deciding not to say anything, it wouldn’t help the situation in any way.

Before you could respond he was already saying his goodbyes, “I gotta go, m’sorry, but I’ll call you later and I’ll see you soon. I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you Lew.” You said solemnly, wishing for just a few more moments with him, even if over the phone.

…

The next week and a half dragged on for what felt like a year, communication from him was slim, even on your anniversary. He had messaged you a picture of the two of you from a few months ago, it was a selfie taken in some random hotel overseas, you were pressed up against him with your face in his neck, a massive smile across both of your faces. His message had been simple and cheeky “Thank you for giving me a chance and putting up with me for a whole ass year, I love you more than I could ever let you know xx.” When you messaged him back it had gone unanswered. You couldn’t understand what was going on with him, his lack of communication was incredibly out of character and it was starting to irritate you.

By the time that you arrived at the large vacation house, your mood was sour. Your flight was long and lonely, your friends flying out at different times and from different places. When you arrived everyone was already there. You were irritated with Lewis and his lack of communication and care for the wrench in your plans. Seeing the house again as you pulled into the driveway brought very mixed emotions, on one hand it was the place you finally found the love of your life, on the other it was the place where you spent a week fighting with your best friend and thinking that you had lost him. When you stepped out of the car, Lewis was already there waiting for you, a big smile on his face and open arms ready for you.

“Well hello there pretty lady.” He said, engulfing you in a hug before you even had the chance to close the car door.

It was hard to stay mad at him as he wrapped himself around you, his embrace feeling like coming home. He buried his face into your neck as he squeezed you so hard you thought you were going to burst.

“Hi.” You answered softly, taking in his familiar scent.

When he finally pulled away he didn’t go far, his large palms coming up to cradle your cheeks. His smile was so big it looked like his face would split in two.

“God I fucking missed you.” He sighed before pulling you in for a heavy kiss. It was like he was trying to pour every kiss you would have received in the last few weeks into one.

You're not sure how long you stood there kissing him, enjoying being with your partner after way too long. It wasn’t until you heard a gagging sound from behind you that you pulled away from him.

“Jesus, I’m all for you two being in love and shit but damn, I don’t need to see all that.” Miles complained from behind you while grabbing your bags.

“Oh fuck off, I haven’t seen my girl in two weeks, I’ve got shit to make up for.” Lewis laughed, his hand coming down to firmly grab your ass.

“Two weeks? I ain’t seen you in two months, where the hell is my kiss?” Miles continued in a jokingly distraught voice.

“Come and get it.” Lewis teased him, puckering his lips like a child, still not letting go of you.

“I’d rather kiss a frog,” Miles deadpanned, “now let go of Y/N so I can give her a hug.”

Lewis very reluctantly parted from you, not going far as Miles wrapped his broad frame around you, squeezing you tight with a kiss to your head that made you giggle. The second Miles let you go, Lewis was already grabbing your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and giving it a squeeze. When you turned to look at him he was already staring at you, a soft smile on his face and a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite place. You gave him a questioning look but all he did was shake his head and lean down to peck your lips quickly before ushering you into the house after Miles.

‘Well look who’s finally here!” Charlotte's voice came through the kitchen loudly the moment she saw you.

It only took a few seconds before you were wrapped in yet another tight hug, as if you hadn’t seen her only a week ago. You two had gotten lunch shortly after Lewis had changed your plans, and while you didn’t want to complain to her, you did try to get any information possible as to why Lewis had been acting so strange. She hadn’t said much, simply brushing it off by saying he must be busier than usual, but you could tell she knew something else and it had been eating away at you.

After saying your hellos to everyone you found a moment to quietly excuse yourself from the kitchen, heading down the hall to the room Lewis had stayed in last time, the room you had ended up moving into the night you finally got together. When you got to the doorway you paused, seeing unfamiliar luggage in the room. You had traveled with Lewis enough at this point to pick his luggage out from the most packed carousel in the world, and his was nowhere to be seen, neither was yours. As you stood there confused, a pair of strong arms came around your waist, pulling you back against a firm, warm body. You turned in his arms, his chocolate brown eyes coming into view.

“Sorry, I forgot to mention we’re not staying in here, Miles and his girlfriend are.” Lewis said softly.

You had met Miles’ girlfriend a few times now and you had to say she was one of the sweetest people he could have ever found. You were very happy for him but at this moment you were slightly irked at that concept.

“Not to sound like a bitch, but really?” You said with a huff, making Lewis chuckle.

“Babe, it’ll-” He started but you cut him off.

“No, Lew, I mean, it’s your house and we’re supposed to be celebrating our anniversary. I don’t even want to be here, I wanted to be in Colorado with you and just you but I didn’t want to sound ungrateful or anything. I know you don’t get to see everybody all that often but I feel like you don’t even care that it’s our first anniversary together, it seems like it’s an after thought for you, if it’s even a thought at all.” You rambled your emotions to him quietly, not wanting to offend anyone.

Lewis frowned, his brows furrowed in concern, “Hun, I absolutely care, and I’m sorry for changing our plans like that,” He paused, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “but if you’d let me show you something I think you might change your mind about being here, just a little bit.”

You let out a sigh, shrugging, still not fully feeling like your anniversary was a priority to him.

“Hey, look at me, we’re going to have an incredible anniversary week together, in the place we first admitted we were in love with each other. There’s a part of the property I didn’t get to show you last time we were here, come with me and then you can decide if you still hate the idea of celebrating here.” He didn’t wait for an answer, grabbing your hands and urging you to follow him.

“Are we gonna see you two again tonight?” Charlotte called out teasingly as Lewis pulled you through the back doors.

“Maybe, maybe not, don’t count on it.” Lewis yelled back over his shoulder with a laugh.

You gave him another questioning look but he just told you to hurry up and pulled you quicker behind him. He took you to the forest, near the path you’d always taken down to the beach but this time veered off on a different small path that you had never really noticed the last time you were here. You were now walking next to him, his hand firmly grasping yours as you started to see a trail of sparkling lights illuminating the small path as the sun was going down.

“Watch your step love, there’s a few steps down right here.” Lewis’ voice pulled you out of the trance you had fallen into while admiring the pretty lights.

He held your hand while you took the few steps down before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you under his arm, making your walk slightly clumsy.

“I know you would rather we were in Colorado, just the two of us, and I’m sorry, I really am. I wasn’t thinking when I booked this trip in all honesty, and I know that sounds bad, Charlotte yelled at me as soon as she saw the dates. Just, I wasn’t really thinking about the fact that it was our anniversary, it doesn’t feel like it could possibly be our one year because I feel like we’ve been together forever. So I know I fucked up, but I’ve also had this plan for bringing you back here for quite a while and I’ll be honest when Miles mentioned coming here for vacation I jumped on the opportunity, I needed to. And I know this isn’t exactly what you envisioned or what I promised and I’m sorry for that but I was hoping that maybe this could be our little sanctuary, make us forget that anyone else even exists.” Lewis’ apology is sweet but leaves you with more questions, wanting to know what his need to be back here so badly was.

You round the corner with him, walking out onto a part of the beach you hadn’t seen before, nestled into an alcove you hadn’t previously explored. That's when you see a small bridge, leading to the most beautiful bungalow sitting atop the water. You gasp, seeing it lit up with beautiful lights, making it sparkle.

“It’s technically supposed to be the guest house,” Lewis begins quietly, “but I figured it could be our little vacation from the group vacation. Somewhere it can be just us.”

You turn toward him, your eyes glassy, “It’s beautiful Lew, thank you.” You lean up to press your lips against his softly.

“Another bonus is you can be as loud as you want down here.” He whispers cheekily against your lips, pecking them once more.

“Lewis!” You laugh, swatting at his chest as you blush.

He catches your wrist with a big smile, pressing a kiss to your pulse point before grabbing your hand and pulling you along down to the bungalow.

“God, do we have to hike it all the way back up there to get our luggage?” You groan, realizing you have nothing with you.

“Nope,” Lewis laughs, “Miles decided to be helpful and already lugged it all down here, I unfortunately owe him.”

When he opened the door, you found yourself speechless. There was a small kitchen directly through the front door, nothing fancy but enough that you would never have to leave if you didn’t want to. As you walked past the kitchen and down the short hallway the room opened up. There was a bathroom with a large shower and a large soaker tub to your right and a lush king size bed to your left. Large windows lined the whole left side of the bungalow, a small seating area just below them. Straight ahead of you were large sliding doors that Lewis was already moving to open, once he did, the whole front wall was open.

“There’s a screen we can shut if it gets too buggy but I want you to see it like this first.” Lewis explained, already knowing you would be worried about strange bugs in your bed.

He outstretched his hand to you once again, pulling you out onto the patio. What you were met with amazed you even more than the inside. There was a hot tub off to the side, already bubbling away, more sparkling fairy lights lining the pergola that covered part of the patio. There were two large chaise lounges overlooking the endless view of the sea. He was already guiding you down another small set of stairs where you were met with a small infinity pool, just beside the pool was an outdoor shower. You spotted another set of steps that appeared to go off directly into the sea.

“Babe, it’s-” You were at a loss for words as you turned to him, not quite knowing how to sum up how incredible everything was.

He smiled, stepping in front of you and placing his large hands on your waist, “I know it’s not exactly what you envisioned, but I do want this to be special. I’m so sorry I fucked up our first anniversary, I promise I’ll do better with every single one to come.”

“It’s not what I envisioned, and I am still annoyed you forgot our anniversary,” You tease before becoming more serious, “but Lew, this is perfect, it’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“Hey, I didn’t actually forget, it was a momentary lapse in judgment.” He playfully defends himself, pulling you closer to him.

“Whatever you say mister,” You laugh, “but I love it. I love you.”

He wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours, mumbling “I love you too, so much more than words could ever explain.”

“As much as I want to stay right here and kiss you forever, I really want to take a shower, I feel disgusting from all the flying.” You say when you finally separate from him.

“How about I run us a bath and we cuddle up and start to enjoy our belated anniversary celebrations.” He suggests, having you immediately nodding.

“Okay, you stay here and enjoy the view, I’ll come get you in a minute.” He says, squeezing your hip as he presses a kiss to your temple.

As he makes his way back up to the bungalow you settle into one of the comfy chairs overlooking the beautiful view. There’s still a slight annoyance in the back of your head at his admission of not even thinking of your anniversary when he planned this trip but you can’t help but be grateful that you will at least have him to yourself in some way this week. It may not be exactly what you had envisioned but you’re just happy that you will get to spend time with him. You understand what he was saying earlier, it doesn’t seem like it should be your one year anniversary, you truly feel like you’ve been with him forever. You practically live together, the most you possibly can with his ridiculous schedule. You’ve loved him far longer than you’ve been with him, and you’ve had the support and care of a partner from him since the day you met him. You know you’re going to be with him forever, nothing else would make sense, you could never fathom the idea of not being his now that you have him. You get lost in your thoughts as you wait for him, staring out over the beautiful ocean as you play through memories of your relationship like a highlight reel in your head. The first time he took you on a romantic getaway, the first time he introduced you as his girlfriend to his family, your first christmas together, your birthdays. Everything about him has felt like a fairytale.

“Hey baby, the bath is ready.” His soft voice startles you with its close proximity, you hadn’t even noticed him sit down on the arm of the chair next to you.

He chuckles when you jump, soothing his palm over your back, “Off in your own little world, were ya?”

“Oh shush, I was just enjoying the view.” You laugh along with him, moving to get up and follow him to the bathroom.

When you step into the bathroom you find yourself speechless yet again. The tub is up against a large window you hadn’t noticed earlier, giving you a spectacular view. He’s opened the window to let the warm breeze in, making the flames of the candles he’s placed around the room flicker in the wind. He has soft music playing and the tub is full to the brim with bubbles that smell like heaven. The lights are off except for a small light giving off hues of sunset, dimly illuminating the room. His hands are on your hips from behind, hiking up your shirt as he places soft kisses along your shoulder. He crouches down ever so slightly, kissing your spine as he pulls down your shorts and panties all at once. He places the softest of kisses to the back of your thighs before standing once more. When you turn to undress him, he’s already taken his shirt off, leaving you to push his shorts down his toned thighs, chuckling when you see he’s gone commando. He just shrugs, giving you a cheeky smirk before pulling you in to kiss him tenderly. For a moment you wonder if you will even make it to the bath as his hands roam your body, taking handfuls of the flesh that he loves to knead in his large palms. He eventually parts from you, leaving soft pecks all over your face before stepping around you and sinking down into the tub with a soft sigh. He simply stares at you for a moment, his face showing nothing but love and adoration, finally he outstretches his hand to help you in.

You lean back against his chest, reveling in the feeling of the firm muscles under his soft skin. His chin hooks over your shoulder, placing a kiss to your cheek as his arms snake around your waist to pull you in closer to him.

“Happy anniversary my love.” He whispers against your skin before he’s reaching over the edge of the tub to grab two glasses of champagne you hadn’t noticed before. He hands you one, clinking his glass against yours before rubbing his nose along your jaw up to your ear, “This has been one of the worst seasons of my career, yet one of the best years of my life, only thanks to you. You have made me happier than I ever knew possible and I hope that I have been able to reciprocate that for you. I plan on spending every day trying to make you the happiest, most loved woman on the face of this earth, because that is all that you deserve in life. You are the most remarkable human I have ever had the honor of meeting, Y/N. Thank you for letting me love you, and thank you for loving me the way that you do.”

By the end of his speech there are tears in your eyes. Looking at him you see the same glassiness mirrored in his own, knowing just how much he meant each and every word he whispered into your ear.

“I love you more than life itself Lewis, and I will never stop loving you. I’m sorry I was moody earlier, I was being petty. All I need to be happy is you, as long as you’re around, I am the happiest I can ever be. I’m already the happiest woman on earth simply because I get to say that I am loved by you, it’s truly something I don’t think I could ever explain to anyone. Thank you for all of this, it’s perfect, truly.” You tell him sincerely, your voice thick with emotion.

“Don’t apologize sweetheart, you had every reason to be annoyed with me. I hope you know it wasn’t remotely intentional, and I should have talked to you about it, even if it was after I’d made the plans. I’m sorry I’ve been a bit MIA this past week.” He further apologizes, holding your eyes with his to show just how serious he is.

You can see the remorse written across his face, never one that was good at hiding his emotions once he’s let them be seen for the first time. It’s as if once the floodgates that are Lewis’ emotions are opened to you, there is no closing it, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He wears his heart on his sleeve.

“Have you been okay?” You ask him, adjusting in his lap so you can look at him better, bringing your hand up to stroke the short stubble at the side of his jaw.

He furrows his brows in question, “Yeah, I’ve been fine. I’ve just been really busy these last few weeks, been planning something that I need to get perfect.”

“Oh? And what exactly have you been planning Sir Hamilton?” You ask him jokingly, yet always wanting to know what he’s working on, always interested in the amazing things he does.

He looks down, averting his eyes from you, looking suddenly shy, “You’ll see when the time’s right, soon, I promise.”

“Mm’kay.” You hum out, taking a sip of your champagne before nuzzling into his chest, resting your head on his shoulder.

He just chuckles, the sound vibrating through your body, tightens his arm around you to rest his cheek on the top of your head.

“I love you, happy one year.” He whispers to you.

“I love you, happy one year.” You repeat as you grin into the skin on his neck, placing a chaste kiss there.

If anyone had asked you how you thought you would be spending your one year anniversary with the love of your life, this would have never been your answer. The two of you cuddled in the warm bath, listening to the sound of the waves crashing, hidden away from your friends in your own private Caribbean bungalow. You had expected him to make a move while you were in the tub, but he didn’t, leaving you slightly shocked but not entirely disappointed. You hadn’t seen him in nearly three weeks and you could feel him pressed against your leg, hard and begging to be touched, it was unlike the two of you to not immediately pounce on one and other the second you were alone. Yet something about the moment with him in the tub felt more intimate than sex ever could, the two of you just enjoying being in each other's arms, each other’s presence, knowing you had more than enough time to reunite later on.

“Where do you want to be in five years?” Lewis asked quietly, breaking the comfortable silence as his hand traced slow circles on your hip.

“Five years?” You asked, lifting your head to look at him.

“Yeah.” He shrugged like he was trying to play it off as a casual question, his face giving him away.

“Well,” You start, pausing to think a bit, “I want to be with you-”

“Well obviously.” He cut you off with a playful smirk.

“Hey, you didn’t let me finish.” You laugh.

“Sorry, I’m usually good about that,” He winks, “continue.”

“Idiot,” You mumble through a laugh before continuing, “I want to be happy, surrounded by people I love. I’d like to be in a different job, I think, something where I have more flexibility. I just want to be someone that me now would be proud of.”

He smiles fondly at you, evidently content with your answer.

“What about you?” You prompt him, genuinely curious.

“I think I want to be done with racing, moving on to a new chapter of my life, with you by my side obviously.” He says quietly.

“You really think you’ll be done in five years? I know you’ve mentioned it before but, do you really think so?” You ask.

“Yeah, we’ve been going over my contract a lot these last few weeks and I think my mind is finally set. I obviously want to get the eighth title, but if that doesn’t happen in the next five years, maybe it was never meant to.” He explains.

“It’s always been meant to, if anyone can it’s you Lew.” You argue.

“I don’t mean that in a way of me giving up, I’m gonna fight like hell until the last possible second. I just mean that maybe now there are more important things for me to start focusing on, other purposes out there for me where my attention and time will be more valuable.” The way he says his words sounds like he’s talking about much more than a career change and it makes your stomach flip in anticipation, imagining your future with him.

“Whatever you end up doing, I’m positive it will be incredible, everything you do is tremendous. And I will be right there supporting you the entire way.” You tell him sincerely, leaning in to press your lips to his.

The kiss is slow and savoring, it mutes everything in your head, making the world revolve around him and only him.

“The water’s starting to get a bit cold, why don’t we get out. I’ve got some ways I can warm you up.” He murmurs against your lips.

“There he is.” You laugh, pulling away.

“What do you mean?” He giggles.

“You’ve been rock hard against my leg for the last thirty minutes and haven’t made a single move on me, I was starting to get worried about you.” You tease him.

“Oh, believe me, I’m well aware of how hard I’ve been.” He playfully rolls his eyes, “I was trying to be romantic.”

“Mmmm, I see.” You hum.

“Genuinely though, I was just enjoying cuddling with you, didn’t want to ruin the moment. But I need you. Now.” His voice gets lower as he finishes his statement, picking you up and standing abruptly.

His quick movement makes water slosh over the edge of the tub, causing you to squeal. He grabs a towel, not using it to dry either of you off but throws it down on the bed before dropping you on top of it.

“You know we could have done this exactly where we were?” You laugh at him as he crowds up against you, already placing hungry kisses down your jaw.

“Maybe, yeah, but it would be a bit hard to pin you down in the tub, I don't really want to drown the woman that I love.” He chuckles against you, grabbing your wrists to bring them above your head.

This is one of the things you’ve always loved with Lewis. You can be in the middle of something so erotic and intimate, yet still be laughing and making jokes with him. He truly is your best friend in the form of a lover.

His lips are trailing down your bare skin, causing your laughter to halt and goosebumps to erupt over your whole body. He doesn’t take even a moment to tease you, immediately diving into your core, licking a hot stripe from your opening all the way to your nerves. You gasp as you arch into him, a throaty groan coming from deep inside him. He always wears you out when you’ve been apart for some time, as if he’s making up for lost time.

“Always taste so fucking good. God I missed you.” He mumbles against your heat, the sound vibrating through your body.

He works his tongue in the way only he knows how, circling your clit perfectly before sucking it into his mouth, nibbling just enough to have your toes curling. You feel one of his fingers slip into you, already soaking wet from just being so close to him. His finger curls, expertly finding the spongy spot inside of you that he knows so well.

“Fuck, Lewis, yes, right there.” You breathe out, your head tilting back into the towel underneath you.

He slips a second finger in, scissoring them to get you ready for him, before returning to a steady ‘come hither’ motion inside of you. He knows he needs you to come at least once before he finally takes you, it’s been too long and he never wants you to be uncomfortable, and he’s doing everything in his power to get you there. Fast.

“That feel good babygirl? You missed me making you feel good?” He asks, already knowing the answer from your flushed cheeks and mouth hung open.

All you can do to respond is moan and buck your hips up toward him, your ability to speak already gone from the moment he put his lips on you.

“Yeah pretty girl? You been trying to make yourself feel good while I’ve been gone?” He continues with his questions, evidently enjoying how difficult it is for you to respond as his thumb finds your clit, flicking quickly.

You nod, turning your head to the side as you let out a loud moan when a third finger slips inside of you.

“Poor baby, it doesn’t feel this good does it? Doesn’t feel as good as me inside of you, can’t make yourself cum the way I can?” He’s moved up so he’s hovering above you, his fingers still working overtime to get you to your peak.

You feel your stomach tighten at his words, knowing he’s right, and then your orgasm rips through your body, soaking his hand. He barely lets up with his movements as he works you through it, kissing your throat, your cheek, your forehead, anywhere his lips can land to work you down from your high.

“You know how I know it’s not the same?” He asks, his voice deep and filled with lust.

You hum, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Because it’s never the same for me either. No matter how many times I wrap my hand around my cock, it will never come close to the feeling of being inside you. Nothing makes me feel the way you do, nothing will ever come close. I always need you, nothing but you.” His words are mumbled against your skin as he draws his lips up your neck before finally attaching them to your own.

You don’t know where you find the strength but you manage to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly close as you open your mouth for him. He licks into your mouth, his tongue toying with your own as he rests most of his weight on you, something that you have grown to love. You find yourself bringing one of your hands down in between the two of you, grasping his hard cock. He groans into your mouth at the simple touch, evidently pent up from the time in the tub. You work him in slow strokes, savoring the feeling of his silky, hot skin. Your thumb swiping over his swollen tip to collect the leaking precum. He whimpers at the feeling, his head falling into the crook of your neck before he's grabbing your wrist.

“Y/N, baby, I’m gonna need you to stop or I’m gonna cum before I even get the chance to be inside of you.” His voice sounds pained as he pins your wrist up next to your head.

Within seconds he’s readjusting and you feel the fat head of his cock pressed against your opening. He stares deep into your eyes as he pushes in slowly, both of your mouths falling open in pure ecstasy at the feeling of finally being connected. It’s truly a feeling like no other, it feels like coming home after a long stressful week, it feels like falling into the comfiest bed, like being wrapped in a hug by someone you love. It completes you. His forehead falls to rest against your own as he stills inside of you, finally bottomed out.

“Please.” You whimper, bringing your legs up around his hips.

He lowers himself down onto you, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of your head, “I’ve got you baby, I know.”

Slowly he starts to pull out before thrusting back in with a certain force that quenches every need in your body. You grasp his bicep next to your head, your hand not able to reach all the way around it. He’s crowded over you, making you feel small and fragile, his strong broad frame engulfing you entirely. With every thrust he has your head spinning more and more. His eyes are trained on your face, always obsessed with seeing how you fall apart underneath him. His calculated, practiced moves make sure you will do just that. You can see the veins starting to pop out in his strong neck, using all his restraint to not cum before you, his whimpers becoming more frequent. You aren’t prepared, unaware you were so close to your orgasm, when it shoots through your body, even more violent than the first.

“Fuck, squeezing me so tight Y/N, I’m gonna-” His words are cut off with a guttural moan, his thrusts becoming sloppy before he’s spilling into you. Hot spurts of cum lacing your walls as you feel him twitch inside of you, a feeling you’ve become obsessed with.

He’s still pulsing inside of you as he relaxes down onto your body, momentarily crushing you but you welcome it, finding some semblance of strength to rub your fingers up and down his back. He peppers kisses along your neck, mumbling sweet nothings that you can’t hear through the ringing in your ears. The first thing you hear as you come back into yourself is a mumbled “I love you”. You lay there together, his weight bearing down on you as he stays deep inside of you, a frequent occurrence after time away, never ready to part from each other. Finally after some time he raises up to slip out of you, making you wince.

“I know baby, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He’s whispering, pressing light kisses to your cheek.

“I’ve really missed you these last few weeks.” You confess to him, your post orgasm brain feeling more open than usual.

“I know sweetie, I’ve missed you like crazy too. I’m sorry it was so long this time.” He says, kneeling in front of you, massaging your thighs.

You take a moment to admire him. A few of his braids have fallen from their usual bun, framing his beautiful face. The moon is shining in through the open window behind him, making him glow as though he truly is an angel placed on earth. His tattoos are dark against his tan skin, swirling black that you’ve spent hours tracing as you fall asleep or wait for him to wake up. He is your person and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Look, I know we just took a bath, but what if we hop in the shower really quick and get properly cleaned up and then I can make us a snack.” He offers, pulling at your ankle.

You just nod, letting him maneuver you up and out of the bed and into the shower. While this may not be the anniversary you had expected with him, you are more than content in this moment, just happy to be with the man that you love, and that loves you so much.

. . .

The moment you arrived back up at the main house you had been teased endlessly for not coming back up the night before. You had blushed like a highschooler but Lewis seemed proud, not having a care in the world that all of your friends were well aware how you two had spent the night.

“Ya know what? It’s our anniversary week, let us fuck in peace.” He had said pointedly at Charlotte when she had finally gotten on his nerves.

You felt bad for Miles' girlfriend, Cleo. She hadn’t spent much time with the group before, much less Lewis, and was evidently unprepared for just how little filter there was with everyone. She sat at the island with wide eyes as Lewis and Charlotte bantered about your sex life. You had shot her an apologetic smile as you tried to redirect your boyfriend onto a new topic. After that the day went smoothly. You ended up laying around the pool, everyone occasionally going for a swim or throwing around a football, just enjoying finally being away from their hectic lives.

You ended up sitting with Cleo for a little while, hoping to get to know her a little bit better. You already quite liked her, finding her to be a great fit for Miles. If she was dating your boyfriend's bestfriend you only found it fitting that you learn a little bit about her. You ended up chatting for quite some time, noticing that both Lewis and Miles would glance at you both from time to time, content smiles on their faces that their girls were getting along so well.

“Miles really likes you, ya know?’ Cleo had said, surprising you.

“I hope so, he’s one of my best friends.” You laughed.

“Well yeah,” She laughed with you, “but I mean for Lewis, if that makes sense.”

You gave her a questioning look, urging her to continue.

“He talks a lot about how glad he is that you two are together, that he’s never seen Lewis this happy.” She continued, “I don’t really know Lewis that well, I’ve only met him like twice, but from what I can see he really loves you. Nobody looks at somebody like that unless they’re head over heels.”

Her words made you blush, not expecting her to say something like that, “I really love him too.”

“I can tell.” Cleo responded with a smile.

“Alright, who’s ready to go out and get drunk?” Steph yelled from behind you, ending your conversation with Cleo.

Your mind immediately flashed back to the last time you had all been at the islands club together. You couldn’t help but wonder if Miles and Lewis would even be allowed back in. Your eyes flicked over to Lewis who was rolling his eyes and already making his way over to you.

“I’m gonna steal her if you don’t mind.” He said politely to Cleo as he was already pulling you up out of your seat.

“As much as I would love to go just to see Mariana-” You start.

“We’ll go see Mariana while we’re here, but some other time. They can all go out and get drunk, I have other plans for us tonight, if that’s okay of course.” He easily cuts you off.

You let out a sigh of relief, immediately nodding.

“Good, now I’m gonna go figure out how to let Steph down easily.” He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead before stepping around you and making his way over to your friend.

“Come on Lewis, it’s been forever since we all went out.” You hear Steph argue with whatever he says to her.

“First off, do you remember the last time we all went out here? Didn’t go too well. Second-” Before he can continue his rebuttal he’s being cut off by Charlotte who is shockingly on his side.

“It’s their anniversary week, tonight is very important Steph. Remember?” You can tell Charlotte is alluding to something that you are clearly out of the loop on.

You watch as Stephs eyes go wide before nodding quickly while Lewis mutters to Charlotte “Real subtle Char’.”

You look at Cleo who just shrugs her shoulders, obviously not aware of what's going on either.

Everyone eventually calms down and starts getting ready, heading inside to pregame as you and Lewis say goodnight. He is promptly pulling you back down to your private bungalow for whatever he has in store for you tonight. When you get inside, he is pulling the shades closed on the windows that overlook the beach. You give him a look, knowing it’s not for your own privacy.

“Okay, I want you to take a nice long shower or bath or get in the pool or something for a little while. I’m gonna go take care of some things and then I’ll come join you and we can get ready.” He explains vaguely.

“What exactly are you taking care of?” You question him, still rather confused.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll see soon enough. Just trust me, alright?” He shakes his head.

“Okay weirdo. Why’d you close the blinds?” You continue to question.

He lets out a small huff as he shakes his head with a smile, “You never stop with the questions, do you? Just trust me. Off you go.” He says as he turns you around, patting your butt, making you giggle.

You decide to spend some time in the pool, hearing him leave the small bungalow as you change into a different suit. When you slip into the pool you can feel the water cooling your toasted skin. You let yourself look out at the beautiful view, taking in the sounds and the scents that envelope you as you bask in your real life fairytale. You never thought that you would have this kind of life, being in beautiful places with an even more beautiful man who loves you so unashamedly, so wholeheartedly. You let yourself day dream about your future with him, how many kids you might have one day, where the two of you will inevitably settle down, what your wedding day will be like. You stay in the pool for what feels like a solid hour, still no sign of Lewis. You end up getting out, heading to take a shower when you hear other people's voices outside. Everything inside of you wants to run over to the window and peek at what might be going on outside but you restrain yourself, not wanting to ruin whatever it is that Lewis has planned for you. You end up staying in the shower much longer than usual, just enjoying the feeling of the water cascading through your hair and down your spine. A pair of broad arms wrapping around your waist surprises you, you hadn’t even heard him come in. He giggles at your shock, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. Wordlessly you step out from under the water, letting him shower, letting yourself admire him as you so frequently do before stepping out and wrapping yourself in a towel.

“Hey, I wanted some company.” He complains from under the shower head.

“If I stay in any longer I may turn into an actual prune.” You say, making him laugh

He’s much quicker with his shower than you had been. Coming into the bedroom as you stare at your suitcase.

“You know, it tends to be easier if you actually put the clothes on rather than just try to will them onto your body.” He teases you, pinching your hip.

“Well if I knew what I was getting dressed for it would be a hell of a lot easier.” You say to him, suddenly feeling stressed.

“Hey,” He says, sensing your unease, “wear whatever you're comfortable in, it’s just you and me.”

“But this seems special, I don’t want to mess it up.” You say, rummaging through your suitcase.

“It’s special because it’s us, doesn’t matter what you wear. There’s very little you could do to screw this up, I promise.” He says. 

You feel a small weight lift from your shoulders when you look up to see him slipping a t-shirt over his head. Part of you wonders if he did it just to make you feel better. You give him a soft smile, finally deciding on a sundress that is the perfect combination of cute and casual.

“Ready?” He asks, his hand outstretched, waiting for yours.

“Always.” You smile, taking his hand.

As he leads you out of the bungalow you feel your breath catch in your throat. If you thought the beach was beautiful before, you’re not sure quite what word you would describe it as now. He has had the beach lined with lights and candles, torches lining their way up to a beautifully set yet simple table. You can see that there’s a meal already waiting for the two of you on the table.

“Still trust me?” He asks quietly.

You just nod, looking around at the beautiful scenery, amazed that he made all of this happen. When you finally reach the table in the sand he is pulling your chair out for you.

“Madame.” He says playfully, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You giggle as he places a kiss to your cheek, moving around to his side of the table. He grabs the corkscrew off the table, taking the bottle of wine that was already waiting for the two of you.

“I wanted tonight to be special, and I wanted to be able to surprise you somehow. Sorry I locked you away for a bit.” He chuckles toward the end.

“Ah, how dare you lock me away in literal paradise.” You tease him, making him smile.

“You like it?” He asks and you can tell he’s nervous, not meeting your eyes as he pours you both a glass of wine.

“I love it Lew, it’s beautiful, thank you.” You tell him, reaching across the table to take his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I wasn’t sure how to exactly pull off making you dinner without you noticing so I kind of cheated and hired someone, well I actually hired Mariana, she’s quite the cook. She was upset she couldn’t come in and see you, I promised we’d come see her later this week. I did the lights though.” You can tell he’s still nervous, rambling things quickly.

“Well I have to say the lights are incredible, and I’d love to go see them.” You say with a light tone but absolutely meaning it, you feel like you're in some sort of wonderland.

He finally pulls the cover off of your meals, making your mouth immediately water, it looks incredible. Lewis has taken you on endless incredible dates, but this one has to take the cake, the effort alone making you swoon. 

Once he is convinced that you are just as happy as you say you are, you can see him visibly relax. His whole demeanor shifting back to the light hearted, loving man that you know so well. Dinner carries on as usual, your conversations seamlessly going from joking banter to important life topics, the flow that you’ve always found yourself so comfortable in with him, even before you started dating. Once you’ve finished eating he’s bringing his seat closer to yours so he can wrap his arm around the back of your chair, pulling you into his warm side.

“You know last night when I asked where you wanted to be in five years?” He asks you quietly.

You hum, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Well, I left something out of my answer.” He says, confusing you. “I know I said I wanted you by my side, obviously, but I didn’t really elaborate enough.” He’s only confused you further.

Before you can question him, he’s standing from his seat and moving his chair back. You swear your heart stops when you look at him. He’s down on one knee in front of you, reaching into his pocket.

“Lew.” You croak out, not sure what else to say.

“I know, I know that to every other person on the earth, this probably seems insane. It probably seems so fucking quick, and hell it is, but Y/N, I know what I want, and what I want is you, forever. I have loved you far longer than I’ve ever let you know and I think the same goes for you. Since the day I met you I knew that you were going to be monumental in my life somehow, I just didn’t realize exactly how or quite how much. I love you more than I have ever loved anything before, I love you in a way I didn’t know was possible, in a way I didn’t even know I was capable of.” He pauses for a moment, finally opening the small box in his hand to reveal the most beautiful ring you have ever seen in your life, “I’m not asking you to marry me tomorrow, we can still take our time, we have so much ahead of us. All I’m asking is that tonight you make me a promise, that one day you will be my wife. You’re my forever Y/N Y/L/N, let me be yours.”

There are tears streaming steadily down your face, not sure how to process everything he’s saying. You want to nod your head, you want to say yes, but you’re frozen, until those words finally slip through his lips.

“Y/N, baby, will you marry me?” His own voice catches in his throat as he asks the question, obviously nervous and overwhelmed.

“Yes,” you finally choke out, “oh my god of course, yes, fuck of course.”

Your cries are now turning into almost laughter, overjoyed and overrun with emotion.

“Yeah?” He asks, sounding as if he doesn’t truly believe what he’s hearing.

“Oh my god, yes.” You cry through your smile as he stays frozen on his knee, his face breaking into a smile. “Kiss me you idiot.” You laugh.

Within seconds his lips are on yours, pulling you up out of your chair to hold you as close as humanly possible. You can taste the salt of your combined tears as you both laugh into the kiss, giddy with excitement.

“I know it’s so quick but I feel like we’ve been together so much longer than we really have. We can wait as long as you want, there’s absolutely no rush. I just need to know that one day you’ll be my wife, and I want the world to know that too.” He rambles when he finally pulls away.

“I know, I know, of course,” you laugh, kissing him again, “now give me my ring!”

He laughs at you, fumbling with the box slightly through shaky hands before finally sliding the ring onto your finger. It fits perfectly and you can’t help but wonder if Charlotte helped him. The diamonds twinkle in the fairy lights surrounding your table as you admire the look of your engagement ring sitting on your finger.

“So do I have to wait to become Mrs. Hamilton?” You ask.

“Y/N, I would marry you tomorrow if you let me.” He says, kissing you again, your teeth clashing through your smiles.

“What were you going to do if I said no?” You ask him with a teasing tone.

“Honestly? I have no idea, but I was pretty confident you’d say yes.” He says, smirking.

“Is this why you needed to bring me back here?” You ask him, staring at your new ring.

“Yeah, it only felt right. Full circle.” He whispers, “This is also why I’ve been so awol recently. I was making last minute changes to the ring because it needed to be perfect and I was trying to plan this. I’ve been so excited and I know myself well enough to know that I would have let it slip if I was talking to you too much. I’ve never been able to lie to you.”

You can’t help but laugh at the fact that not only is that true, but the reason you had been so annoyed with him the last few weeks was actually a side effect of him planning the most beautiful, loving thing you could think of.

“Everybody knows, don’t they?” You giggle, knowing he wouldn’t have been able to keep it from at least Charlotte and Miles.

“Yeah, they’ve known for a while, longer than I’ve even had the ring.” He blushes.

“Lewis, I love you so much. Thank you, I can’t wait to marry you, I’m so glad you’re the man that will be by my side for the rest of my life.” You tell him sincerely, feeling yourself get emotional again at the thought.

“I love you too my darling, I wouldn’t dream of going through life with anyone else.”

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Final Note: I had to stop myself from continuing on with this and adding a time jump and their wedding day, it was so tempting. Let me know, does anyone want a one shot of their wedding day at some point? Some cute pre-wedding jitters, vows, wedding night, etc?

I hope you all enjoyed!

#lewis hamilton #lvis44 #lh44 #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #f1 x reader #driver x reader #f1 drivers #sweet escape #sir lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton one shot #formula 1 #f1 x you #f1 #mercedes amg f1 #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #lh #team lh44 #formula one #fanfic #f1 fic #lewis hamilton fluff

[acephysicskarkat]

presented in glorious mspaint-o-vision, a not entirely serious prediction for sweet escape

all images clumsily screencapped from the series

transcript for ease of reading:

Ramsey: So...you know what her epithet is.

Indus: Yes.

Ramsey: And you know what his epithet is.

Mera: ['nam flashback but it's Indus saying barrier 17,000 times]

Mera: ...yes

Ramsey: Is there any reason either of you can't just say what the other's epithet is?

Mera: [shocked expression]

Indus: [shocked expression]

Mera: Oh my God

Mera: I've been around Indus so long

Mera: I'VE CAUGHT STUPID OFF HIM

#epithet erased #sweet escape

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sweet Escape 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Summary: A strange man crashes into your life.

Characters: Jim Hopper

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your soles crush the wet twigs as you keep your hand out for balance, slick leaves threatening to slip beneath you. You touch the rough bark of each tree as you make your way toward the loud ripple of the river. The smell of rain lingers and draws you in.

You crest the subtle rise in the forest floor and make your way down to the smooth rock that sits only a few feet away from the river's edge. You set down your basket and take out the beat-up casio and check the tape inside. You keep it at low volume as you hit play, Carole King's tone adds to the ambiance of the space, not overpowering or misplaced, but illuminating what is already there.

You near the water and peer down into the silty floor. Frogs hop in the shallows and minnows wiggle through the depths. You spread out your raincoat in the mud and sit atop it as you open your journal.

You put your head down and set to writing about a land of lost princesses and ravenous trolls. You're hoping for a half-chapter at least and expect to be up half the night typing it. One day, you'll have a full transcript... who knows if it will ever go anywhere after that.

You hum along to the speakers' buzz, the sonorous peace of the space breaking suddenly and violently. You hear the rustle from across the river, somewhere in the trees. You hover your pen above the page as you look up into the gloomy space between the leaning trunks. You never heard of any bears around here.

You cry out as the burly figure runs out and splashes into the water. You snap your book shut and drop your pen as you struggle to stand, stopping yourself only as you realise it isn't some deadly grizzly. It's a man, furiously unbuttoning his shirt and scrubbing at his chest and belly. He throws water over his face and snarls out "blech, damn bastard!"

The putrid skunky smell wafts over to you as you stare. The man grumbles, tilting his head as he searches the river's edge, "what is that noise?" He first squints at you and then the Casio. You blink at him dumbly, he must've got himself sprayed, the skunks always come out after the rains.

"Who are you?" He asks, almost as if he is the lone denizen of the woods. He sure looks like he could reside there with his scruffy facial hair unkempt tufts on his head.

"Um..." you gulp and give your name cluelessly.

"Uh," he seems to remember himself and pulls his flannel shirt shut, hiding the pudge beneath, "I, er, ran into a white-tailed bastard..." he growls and shakes his head at himself, "what am I saying, you don't give a shit. Do you give a shit?"

You look around, put off by his demeanour. You push your shoulders up and give a sheepish smile. You tuck your book under your arm and bend to grab your goat, shaking off the mud.

"I'm sorry," you go to the casio and stop the music, "try tomato juice. For the smell."

"Huh, thanks," he huffs, "didn't mean to scare ya off."

"It's... fine," you utter. You're not used to being disturbed out here, it's the very reason you make the trek.

"Just try to avoid the ravine. That little bugger was hanging out there," he calls to you as you put your things in your basket.

"Thanks, I'll keep an eye out," you mutter.

He doesn't respond, not with more than an agitated grunt and the slosh of him wading back to shore. He grumbles to himself as you set off back down the path. Maybe you could hit the library instead.

#jim hopper #dark jim hopper #dark!jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #stranger things #drabble #series #sweet escape #au

[symbioticsouls]

“Can you atleast say sorry to the child you kicked in the jaw”

“Im sorry you think you deserve an apology”

#shes my favorite but she assaulted two minors #she was having a girlboss moment your honor #mera #mera salamin #epithet erased fanart #epithet erased #sweet escape

[savefiledelta]

Request for Jail Mera by @jay-marti.

Sometimes Mera liked to appreciate the little things. The gentlest breeze, the moonlight, the clock’s rhythmic ticking. It felt like those types of things where the only ones not actively hostile to her existence.

The jailcell, the entrapment. The utter insult to the concept of freedom. For a few fleeting moments, Mera was scared of going to jail. But when she got there, it wasn’t so different. Atleast people could see the prison bars this time; so maybe it was better.

#rlly loved doing this #tried a limited color palette #epithet erased #mera epithet erased #mera salamin #epithet fanart #sweet escape

[wolkoshka]

JJK: | SWEET ESCAPE |

characters: gojo satoru x y/n, gojo x you, kento nanami, itadori yuuji, megumi fushiguro, nobaru kugisaki, yuuta okkotsu, maki zenin, inumaki, panda, etc

synopsis: after surviving a night you shouldn't have, sorcerers and curses alike come after you, and the only thing standing between you and ultimate demise is a 6ft4'' wall in the form of gojo satoru

warnings: m for now; fluff; sfw; slow-burn; eventual romance; smut in later chapters; violence and death; will turn explicit in the future

parts: 1

•Chapter two: the Vow•

Sorcery. Sorcerers. Curses.

You had to be trapped in some foul joke in the making. Some form of ignominy. You clearly made some enemies over the years, it seems. Maybe someone developed distaste to your existence and sponsored your suffering. I mean, you concluded, you did run the given projects with an unforgiving tact, resulting in their continues successes. That must be the superior explanation, because what this man before you exposed could not be of any sense.

Not to mention he kidnapped you!

You couldn’t possibly take anything he said in good faith. You should be freaking out, but more than that, you were irked beyond belief.

Sat in a wooden chair, arms cording against your chest, you huffed. “First you lie to me, and then have the cheek to steal my coffee, all the while mocking me for my harmless assumption, but now, after kidnapping me, mind you, you sell me more lies. Lies! How dare you! Kidnapping is a federal crime! And, and, and execution? For what offense? Huh? Even if I were responsible, who do you think you are to suggest I wouldn’t have a right to a fair trial? Mmm? Stop looking at me like that. And why aren’t you answering? Cat got your deceiving tongue? Where even am I?” You threw your arms in the air, exasperation lacing your question.

The room was dimly lit and every inch of the walls was decorated by talismans and ancient seals, a form of warding off a certain kind of evil. Or keeping one from getting out.

Internally recoiling and hugging yourself a bit tighter, you shifted your focus to the white-haired man before you. He sat with his chest to the back of the chair, thighs parted and encasing either side. He clasped the head of the chair with interlocked forearms, but more than that, he sat with an air of unbothered confidence, the faint play of amusement on the corners of his lips provoking a grimace form you. Screw attractiveness! You wanted to push his smug ass off the chair!

The lowly-lit fiery hues of the candles cast shadows on his features, sharpening the tip of his straight nose and the smooth angle of his jawline. The blindfold only managed to accentuate the eerie aura he presented. Kami, what a look. If fallen angels had a face, you no doubt affirmed they’d look like him. Were you judging him too harshly? Yes! Because he kidnapped you!

How did he even do that? One moment, he was jerking you close to him, and the next, you woke up in this weird room of seals. Maybe you passed out, but that’d mean he knocked you dead out in the middle of a busy street. People would have noticed. They would have done something. Right? So many questions, so many confusing answers.

“Ugh, whatever. I’m leaving.” Prompting to your feet, you made for the door. If you could play the ignorant fool for maybe sixty something more years, you’d be kissing this world goodbye and then nothing would matter anymore.

He didn’t budge, not even offered the courtesy of facing your direction. “You can’t keep me here. But before I leave,” you paused, “answer me this at least: is caramel mocha even your favorite cup of coffee?”

“No,” he finally retorted, but still refrained from looking your way. After a heavy pause, he tilted his head back, side-eyeing you through the blindfold. The corner of his mouth twitched. That little…

You were not going to kill someone over a disagreement. Nope. You inhaled deeply…exhaled slowly… Okay. All right. Calm. You got your answer. Now you just had to leave. Except, you could not locate any doors. What? What!

“Where is the door!” you yelled, losing your mind.

Your hands swept over the walls of seals, some even zapping you. “Ow!” You cradled your fingers to your chest. You jumped, aiming to reach as far as you could for the ceiling in hopes of discovering some kind of latch. A window. Anything! “No, no, no! I’m not going to be murdered in some dingy room by some— some creep!”

A loud “Huh?” resounded, breaking through your panic. That’s what offended him? He tsked, shaking his head. Then lowly chuckled. “This is a first.”

Your search advanced to you knocking on walls and listening for hollow spaces. “What, you being called a creep? I highly doubt that.”

“No, not that. Advocating for someone who simultaneously admitted and denied the dire reality of their situation.”

“Okay, whoa, Mr. Blindfold Guy.” You rounded on him, index finger up in defense. “One, kidnapping someone is not the same as advocating for them, check the, uh, I don’t know, common sense department? Two, I’m fully, out-rightly, whole-heartedly denying everything!”

After a moment, he suddenly waved a hand in the air, all cheery. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Now you’re talking.”

“Maybe you didn’t see the curses you did. Maybe one didn’t try to eat you. And maybe you didn’t blow up an entire neighborhood for it. And now maybe the rotten higher-ups aren’t planning your execution because they can’t have a ticking bomb like you walking the streets unsupervised. Yeah, what the hell, right?”

He uncurled from his seat, broad shoulders climbing higher and higher toward the ceiling. The shadows cast violent angles on his body, causing the very sharpest and deadliest parts of him to stand out. His entire body bespoke of a hidden prowess, and you once again felt oh, so small.

“And maybe I’m just wasting my time on you,” he finished in a more serious note, casting you an unreadable look.

Your brows knitted. No, he was wrong about everything. You didn’t cause the explosion. You didn’t! Wait… You swallowed, heart skipping.

“How did you know one tried to eat me?” you whispered.

“Why do you care?” he whispered back, albeit tauntingly.

Gritting your teeth, you glared at him. “Fine,” you gave in. “I’ll consider the notion of your words to be truthful. Now, answer me.”

He smirked. “So demanding. Well, if you must know, I only take orders in the bedroom. Now, sit back down, Ms. Kami, I Swear I’m Not a Bad Person,” he mockingly mirrored your voice, “and pay attention.”

You scoffed, but still felt your cheeks heat at his jab. And you definitely did not inquire to know that. But the brief, sultry image of this giant of man tangled up in your sheets filled your mind, and the heat speared down your neck and chest. It’s just been a while since you last, well, dated anyone.

Clearing your throat, you did as told, throwing one leg over the other and crossing your arms against your chest. “I’m not a bad person, and you definitely wear a blindfold.”

He generously plopped back on the chair and slightly leaned over the top, arms folded. “Now that we’ve established useless facts, let’s drill your memories for better ones.”

Right. The reason why you were agitated in the first place. After this “sorcerer” explained how you essentially had no choice in the matter, his next mission in unveiling your past was what initially set you off. No one had a right to it but you. No one. And yet here this stranger was, outright demanding it.

The stranger in question, Satoru, as he’d called himself, pinched his chin in thought. “My eyes tell me your cursed energy is put in a limit, but it is unlike any I’ve ever seen. Almost non-existent, and limits are known to have repercussions. From what I can tell, your vitals are strong, and you’ve shown none. Yet.”

You listened and shrugged. “Then I guess that concludes it. I’m not that great of a threat and can walk away a free woman. Yay me.”

“Not quite.”

“Okay, this is feeling more like an interrogation than a friendly conversation.”

“This is an interrogation.”

“Oh.”

“Now listen carefully. Dig into those memories of yours and tell me if you’ve made any important promises.”

Oh. Oh, okay! This was going to be easy. You filed out a few. “Well, as a designer, I promised to never mix the colors orange with pink. Absolutely horrid results. When twelve, I promised to never ride a bicycle for more than half an hour because my legs easily tired out and I crashed into a thorny bush. Had to get twelve stitches on my right knee, a disfigurement I carry to this day. Sad. Same with people, maximum interaction is an hour and then I’m out, but it’s not because they did something, per se, it’s just that they always ask a lot of questions. Why do we humans do that? It’s ridiculous! ‘Where have you been’? Or ‘what are you doing these days’? Or ‘how are you’? What are you, a human questionnaire?” You snort-laughed at your own joke. “Am I right? What else, what else? Oh, yeah, no lying. And stealing. Duh. Well, actually, no, scratch that one. I once stole a chap-stick that smelled like buttered coconut because the salesperson was being a bitch, so. That showed her. Oh! Oh! Eating hot soufflé every Friday to celebrate the end of the week. It’s more a tradition than a promise, but it keeps me happy. Oh, yeah, and learning how to bake a different dessert every month to improve my amazing culinary skills.” You flipped your hair over your shoulder. “Obviously the important ones where I promise to never mistreat myself, the boundaries I’ve laid out, and core values, you know how that goes. Me, myself, and I or whatever. To never date a guy who wears flip-flops to dinner. Kami, was that a tough lesson! Ha! You could only imagine the scandal. I started viewing toes differently after that experience. Something involving them never seeing the light of day. They’re so wriggly. Yuck. Of course there’s the matter of never painting my nails yellow again. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess that’s about it for now.”

Satoru hummed like he didn’t just experience ten whiplashes. “Yeah, that one’s on me. Allow me to rephrase: any important past vows?”

Your heart faltered, and something inside you told you he caught the act. Because he ever so slightly straightened. With the way he was staring at you, you felt like a deer caught in the headlights. You licked your lips and shifted uncomfortably in the chair. “Well,” you cleared your throat, “well, I’ve only ever made…one.”

He waited for you to continue.

Right.

“The thing is... Well, it’s private.” You pursed your lips. “It’s too private.”

After a moment of silence, he sighed. He rummaged his pocket for something. A phone, you realized, as he tapped on the screen.

“I was hoping to spare you the embarrassment.”

“Of what? Asking for my number?” You buffed your nails, but did not miss the manner his lips leisurely drew up in a soft smile.

“Please. I’m too shy.”

This time, you snorted big and loud.

“Besides,” he continued, unfettered, “I already have it.”

Before your slackened jaw could produce any sounds, he held out his phone to you, screen first, as it played a video.

You adjusted yourself to indulge him, but found yourself straightening moment later, heart starting to beat fast.

It was you. Not only that, it was CCTV footage of the night the Blackout occurred. In it, you were being lifted midair, supported by nothing, no monster in sight, and then—

You gasped.

A white-hot explosion ripped from your chest, eviscerating everything in its path and ending the footage with a cracked screen. And then nothing.

You grabbed the phone from his hand and replayed it. Again and again and again. Before you even realized, you had risen to your feet, phone to your face as you watched, eyes gaping.

By the fourth, sixth, tenth repeat, your eyes had already burned and blurred.

“No,” you whispered, but this time, you knew, the word held no conviction. Somehow, someway, your spine found the support of a wall, and you let yourself go against it, sinking to the floor in a dejected heap. Phone forgotten, you pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes—and sobbed.

Sobbed like you were nine years old again, drenched in the pool of your brother’s blood.

It was all real. You could no longer deny it. No longer fool yourself. You were responsible, and that reality tore through you. All those years of self-exile was for nothing. Absolutely nothing. You still managed to get hurt despite your best efforts. Still managed to hurt.

Embarrassed, humiliated, you covered your face and turned away when you felt the sorcerer’s presence burn your side. He crouched, but the act still managed to make him look big and encompassing. Perhaps it was the manner in which he did so, but you were in no mind to dissect it. So you sobbed.

Hopeless, confused, and scared, you sobbed, because you didn’t know what else to do. How else to feel. Knees hugged to your chest, you feared to face the man kneeling before you.

He made no effort to touch you, console you, and he was in every right.

You wanted no comfort, no solace. Any touch right now would char you. And, for some reason, you sensed the sorcerer understood that all too clearly.

But, “I don’t— I don’t understand,” you blubbered out. “I don’t understand. I don’t understand.”

Face smudged in tears and an embarrassing amount of snot, you cried, head shaking, face still hidden. “I did everything right. I avowed. I made sure. I— I—“

“What did you avow,” came the soft words.

You involuntarily shook your head in response.

“What was the vow,” he repeated. “Hmm?”

You cried harder.

Gojo said your name, not loudly, but sternly enough to get your attention. And…

You paused. After a stifling moment, your head slowly lifted. He said it again, and this time, you swallowed down all the tears and anguish. The way your name sounded in his voice, emerging from his lips, in the absolute sumptuous lacing of his timber around the softness of your vowels, for some peculiar reason, clicked something in your chest.

You could tell him. You could tell him everything. He wouldn’t judge. He wouldn’t hurt you. A voice in you told you he was a safe zone. The voice within you told you it was okay. For once, it was okay. It was okay. It was going to be okay.

Silently, tear-stained eyes watched him as he watched you. “It was the fourth of July,” you began, voice hoarse, “one a.m. when Akira, my brother, snuck out of the house to hunt monsters. He dared me to follow him, that is, if I had the guts. I followed him. We always went to the alleyway by the abandoned theater house, a street or so away from where we lived; they hosted small monsters my brother could poke with a stick and dangle around in my face. He liked to joke around like that.” You smiled at the memory, but your smile died away. “It was supposed to be just like every other night. Fun. Harmless. Bloodless… But the hour of the witch had something more sinister in mind for the naughty kids way past their bedtime. It taught us…me…not to trifle with forces my little hands could not ward off. I escaped with a slight cut to my back, but my brother…” Tears suddenly flooded your eyes, and your voice broke at the memory. “They got him. They were so big. So terrible. He was so small. He was so scared. And they got him. Ate him.”

You shied away your heated face, uncontrollable sobs racking your entire form. “He didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve to die like that. He was good. He was good. He was so good.” You nodded absently to nobody in particular. “He told me to run, to never again seek out these monsters, these murderous creatures, and so I ran. And I was a coward to do so! I left him. I left him and he died. I left him,” you blubbered again, “and when I came back, they’d only left half his head. So I vowed. To never, ever, see these creatures again, know these creatures again, sense these creatures. For him. For his memory. For my brother.” You meekly shrugged. “And over the years, that seemed to be the case. I scarcely saw them; knew them; sensed them. Something within me was tempered down. Sealed, almost. And I lived my life avoiding them whenever I chanced upon them. But the Blackout…that night, the hour of the witch came for me again, I guess. And now I believe the lesson was that I could never escape my fate. I should’ve died with my brother that night. Maybe I should die. All those people…”

Your lower jaw shook, lips wet and wobbling, breath trembling. “In that footage, all those people…I hurt them. I did that. I caused them pain.” Strands of your hair stuck to your teary cheeks as you found yourself shaking your head again. “But I didn’t mean to. I would never…”

“I believe you,” said the sorcerer. His words performed their duty for the second time in stilling your heaving sobs. You watched through glossy vision. He tilted his head of snow-white hair, like winter itself had made a home in those silky strands, and calmly continued, “No one has or will ever have access to that footage but me. Now, I understand you. Your case is…different. In short, a vow between sorcerers is for life and can only be broken in death. The fact that you are still able to practice yours means…”

His lips fell into a grim line. “That’s a problem for another day. From what you’ve said, I believe the vow has inadvertently put a limit to your cursed energy, sealing it, as you’d stated. The thing about limits is that, the longer the time they limit one’s cursed energy, the stronger and more powerful it grows, until…”

“It erupts,” you finished in a whisper.

He nodded. “So it seems. Truth be told, no sorcerer has ever limited their cursed energy for that amount of time. There are always repercussions that follow. You’ve kept your cursed energy limited for the better half of your life. The Blackout is only the start of it.”

You shut your eyes and bit your lips. Trapped tears fell loose from your lashes and down your cheeks, coating your lips and chin, the salty taste of them saturating your tongue. You had never tasted more miserable than now. “That means…I’ll hurt more people.”

His elbows dug into his spread knees, the robust length of his thighs encaging your own, as he nonchalantly shrugged. “Not if I can help you.”

Your head perked up, but your brows still knitted together. “How?”

A smirk, oozing nothing but unprecedented confidence, took his lips in fashion bewitching. “Lucky for you, you’ve landed in the lap of a very generous teacher of jujutsu fighters. My students can attest to my outstanding tutelage skills.”

He was a teacher? For a moment, you allowed yourself to picture it, but your mind came up empty.

Licking your lips, you sniffled. “And what…what if I hurt you?”

He pinched his chin in thought—before his index finger came up, indicating the surfacing of a good idea. “Then you’ll just have to kiss all the booboos away.”

Despite your withering state, you narrowed your eyes at his jest, and he smiled, but not at your expense. “Don’t worry. I’m the strongest.”

Such an effortless confession, brimming with undoubtful experience, but nevertheless he sounded…genuine. For now, you chose to take him at his word. You meekly nodded, eyes downcast. “I don’t ever want to hurt others like that again.”

“I’ll help train you regain better control of your cursed energy. Now, for your given age, Jujutsu High cannot academically accommodate you, but the place operates as a base for all sorcerers, so you can stay and train here just like every other student. Once you are able enough, you will be sent out on missions to prove your abilities and control. I’ll have the faculty noted of your special circumstances.”

He sighed, continuing, “In all honesty, the odds are completely against you. We eradicate older sorcerers or cursed energy users who still don’t have power over their cursed energies, the best given example being you at the moment, without question, so do understand when I say if push comes to shove and you fail, I will personally execute you myself.”

Something about his words paralyzed you, the cold truth in them, perhaps, but you found yourself sniffing, wiping at your cheeks. “Don’t worry.” It was your turn to console him.

“Hmm?”

“I will take care of that long before you can lay a hand on me.”

He cupped his cheek and tilted his head to the side, smiling. All endearing. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“So why risk it? Why help me?” you probed, meeting his blindfolded gaze.

He huffed out a chuckle, shaking his own head and upturning his palm in evident query. “Who knows? Something about you gives me the sense that you are a missing puzzle of a much bigger picture my hands are just itching to resolve.”

One hand in question, dangling over his thigh, fisted until his knuckles leached of all color—before he released the tension, and his long, dexterous fingers slackened over his knee.

“Anyways, the sooner we start your training, the better we can understand your cursed energy. Something tells me your life should be in danger to instigate it, and your looming execution should provide enough motivation, don’t you think?”

You absently nodded again, this time lost in your own intruding thoughts as you fiddled with the ends of the sleeves of your jacket. “You’ll really help me?” you asked quietly.

Gojo examined you a moment. Then, “Yeah. I’ll really help you,” he calmly offered.

His reaffirming words brought a familiar burn to your eyes again, and you loudly sniffed, wiping at the fresh tears with the backs of your sleeves. “Okay,” you nodded anew, teeth digging into the soft flesh of your lower lip, “Okay.”

His shadow and whatever refuge it granted disbanded as he uncurled to his full height, hands disappearing inside his pockets.

“I must look like such a mess,” you humorlessly chuckled out as you wiped at your face, also rising to your feet, albeit much slower.

“The worst I’ve ever seen, actually,” Gojo casually seconded, already on the move before you could land a proper smack on him.

Halting by a wall, he reached for a shadowed corner and opened a door.

What!

He smirked over his shoulder. “Catch up.”

chapter three coming soon

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So I just saw the old re-uploaded anime campaign trailer and saw Dixon Roughhouse and realised it was for the session that is going to be based of the next Epithet book Sweet Escape which has made me even more hyped.

#epithet erased #sweet escape #anime campaign

[epitheterased-confessions]

Honestly I don’t want audiobook version of the season 2 novelizations. We already have the actual season 1 and it’ll just slow things down and we’ll have to wait longer for Sweet Escape.

mod's pretty sure it's for accessibility purposes. mod just wonders if a different character will narrate Sweet Escape

#sfe #epithet erased #sweet escape #epithet erased confessions

[lvis44]

Sweet Escape - Pt. 3 // LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing, 18+ (mentions of sexual acts), angst, minor injury, alcohol consumption, age difference, jealousy, not edited

Word Count: 5.1k+

Summary: Paradise is supposed to be fun and relaxing... a Sweet Escape, but when unspoken feelings and jealousy rise to the surface, everything can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye.

Notes: A lot of reflection and angst coming for you in this one! I still can't stick with a singular tense so once again, ignore that lol. Thank you all so much for all the love, I hope you enjoy this next chapter! I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy! xxx

Previous Sections: Prologue - Part One - Part Two

You could cut the tension with a knife. The volleyball tournament was in full swing and Lewis was doing his absolute best to ignore you in entirety. Not that you particularly wanted his attention at this moment, but he was making it rather obvious to everyone else that something was up between the two of you. You were doing your best to ref the games like Miles had asked, and you felt like you were starting to get the hang of it. It didn’t go unnoticed to anyone that if a call had anything to do with Lewis, he wouldn’t respond in any way, he wouldn’t even look over at you. To the untrained eye it would look like he was simply a sore loser, which to be fair he could be sometimes, but everyone knew that if things were normal, he would be taunting you and throwing things back at you any chance he got. Your heart ached while your mind burned with rage. It had only been a few hours and you already missed him, missed the energy he always carried when he was around you, but with a horny brain, he swiftly ruined it.

Talia had made the ridiculous choice to come down and spend her day on the beach as well. She was sprawled out on a towel like a house cat in a kitchen window. Thankfully, she had set up her stuff further down the beach, far enough that you wouldn’t have to interact with her at all. You couldn’t help but find it both amusing and sickening that on this beach, there were two women that Lewis had slept with, or at least tried to, and now both women were livid. For a man that usually got anything and anyone he wanted, the last three days definitely hadn’t been much of a winning streak for him. You wanted to imagine that his ego was at least bruised, but you knew better than that, he was probably just looking at it as another drop in the bucket. You would both be replaced the second he made it home, hell you could probably be replaced before then.

You were watching the game from your camp chair, trying your best to pay attention, but irritatingly enough, your focus kept returning to Lewis. No matter how mad you were, your brain wouldn’t let you ignore just how attractive he was. This was no time for those thoughts to be bouncing around in your head, you needed to keep his actions in the forefront of your mind, but watching him was inevitable. He was glistening with sweat, his tattoos more prominent in the sheen. His torso was speckled with sand from the times he had tried to dive for the ball and landed flat on his stomach, his swim trunks had started to ride up on one of his thighs, showing off the thick muscles. You were so engrossed in staring at the man who had all your emotions haywire, that you didn’t notice that Miles had accidentally punted the ball directly towards you. 

“Shit, heads up.” You heard him yell, but it was too late as the ball made contact directly with the side of your head.

You let out a shriek before you groaned ,”Fuck.’ Grabbing the side of your head where the ball had collided.

Within seconds, everyone had crowded around you. To your surprise, Lewis was the first one there, on his knees in front of you immediately. His eyes held so much concern as they looked over you as if he was making sure you were in one piece.

“Hey, hey, you okay?” His voice was rushed but soft as he reached out to place his hand over yours on your head, his other hand grabbing your other arm. Any other day you would have been overwhelmed with comfort, but in this moment it just made your head hurt more.

“I’m fine.” Your voice had a bite to it as you brushed him off, moving to try to stand up. You hoped that your aggressive tone would be read as annoyance to getting slammed with a Volleyball.

“Take a second.” Charlotte said softly, placing her hand on your shoulder to push you gently back into the chair.

“I’m so sorry,” Miles said from behind you, his hand coming to rest on your other shoulder, giving it a light pat, “I really didn’t mean to, I would never hurt you on purpose. I feel so bad.”

“It’s okay, it was an accident. I should have been paying more attention.” You reach up to grab his hand, squeezing it gently.

“Well I guess you were right, Volleyball really does end in concussions for you, even when you’re not playing apparently.” Miles laughs, trying to lighten the mood.

“Apparently,” You laugh with him, “I’m gonna go sit in the shade for a little bit, you guys keep playing.”

They all move back a bit to let you stand this time.

“Are you sure? We can head back up to the house if you want.” Charlotte offers, still looking worried.

“No, you guys keep playing, it’s still early. I’ll just be over there,” You gesture your head over towards a shady spot near the path, “and I promise I’ll keep an eye out for runaway balls this time.”

You turn to grab your chair but Lewis has already picked it up and is walking over toward the spot you had mentioned. You realize you unfortunately have no choice but to follow him. As you come up behind him you feel nothing but dread, you don’t want to talk to him right now, about anything really. He wordlessly places your chair in the shade before making his way over to the cooler full of drinks. He comes back with a cold water and a frosty can of something.

“Drink this,” He says putting the water in the little cupholder on the arm of your chair before extending the can to you, “and put this on your head for a little bit.”

You take the can, mumbling a quiet “thanks”. You hope that will be it, that he’ll turn and rejoin the rest of your friends, however, much to your dismay, he squats down in front of you. He holds your eyes with his, staring at you deeply.

“Are you sure you're okay?” His voice is so full of concern that it makes you want to yell at him, instead you just let out a scoff.

“That’s a pretty weighted question right now Lewis.” You say as you shoot him a look.

He grimaces before he shakes his head, “I’m sorry, I-” He starts before he cuts himself off, “Right now I’m worried about your head, that ball is hard and it came in pretty hot. Everything else can wait.”

All you can do is roll your eyes, looking over his shoulder at the ocean.

“I’ve had a fair amount of head injuries myself, I know what to look for, can I?” He continues, doing his best to ignore your attitude.

“Well that explains a lot.” You fire back, finally looking at him again.

You could be wrong but you swear you see an almost smirk on his face as he shakes his head. He raises his eyebrows at you in question, prompting you to actually answer him.

“Fine.” You huff, lowering the can to your side.

He moves in closer to you, just barely, and you can feel yourself tense. He goes through a variety of little tests; making you follow his finger with your eyes, shining his phone's flashlight at your pupils, having you answer stupid questions about yourself and historical events.

“I think you’re alright,” He says with a soft smile as he moves back, patting the outside of your knee, “might have a small bump though.”

“Thanks.” Your voice comes out as barely a whisper as you try to offer the same smile back at him.

He stares at you for a moment longer, making you want to squirm in your seat. He’s looking at you with such care and concern, as if he’s assessing every ounce of you, physical and emotional.

“I really am sorry,” He says softly, “I don’t want to lose you.”

His words make your heart clench but the anger comes back to the surface as you're reminded of the situation he’s put you both in.

“I’m not doing this right now.” You say firmly, attempting to shut him down. This isn’t the time for the conversation you need to have, especially not when his ex is down the beach and all your friends are waiting for him mere feet away.

He nods solemnly, a small frown on his face as he stands up. He takes a few steps backward before pausing, “Let us know if you need anything, okay?”

You simply nod before he turns and runs back toward everyone. You take the time to enjoy the beautiful view of the coast, listening to the sound of the waves crashing in harmony with the joyous laughter of your friends. It’s melancholy, you can already feel a sense of longing for something you haven’t truly lost yet. You’re overcome with a sense of worry, it feels like nothing can ever be the same. You’re worried that you won’t be able to be around him anymore, that he won’t want to be around you and your friends will have to take sides. You know they all love you, but they’ve known him for nearly a decade, you’re still in many senses, a newcomer. Part of you knows it irrational, he evidently still cares about you, but how long will that last before the awkward exchanges and anger override the history of friendship between the two of you. You know Miles and Charlotte would never truly abandon you, but you can’t help but feel nothing will ever be the same.

As you tried to work through your emotions, you felt someone’s presence at the base of the trail. She spoke before you could even turn your head to look at her.

“I’m headed up to finish packing.” She said, you figured she would leave it there but to your surprise she continued, “How’s your head? That looked like a nasty hit.”

You couldn’t mask the shock that was written across your face, she sounded almost compassionate.

“Uh, it’s fine, thanks.” You stuttered out, confused by the interaction.

“Well make sure you keep ice on it, you don’t want a bump.” She offered you a small smile, confusing you even more. Once again you thought that would be the end of the conversation, but no, “And hey, don’t fall for it,” She gestured her head over toward where Lewis was, “it’s amazing until it’s not. You’ll get hurt.”

With that, she simply walks away up the path, leaving you stunned. 

. . .

Everyone is working on making dinner, the house full of music and laughter as Charlotte bosses people around the kitchen. You had tried to help but Miles deemed you “far too injured for manual labor” and parked you on a bar stool at the kitchen island. You had managed to sneak into Lewis’ room, grabbing your stuff and putting it in Charlottes so you could shower without worrying you would run into him. She had given you a questioning look but hadn’t said a word, leaving you to get freshened up. Lewis was nowhere to be seen, you figured he was showering, getting ready to bring Talia to the airport. You’re still not sure why he had offered to drive her, but whatever got her as far away as possible as soon as possible was fine by you. The interaction from earlier was still running through your head on repeat. Her behavior had been almost alien, nothing you had seen from her in the past. Part of you wondered if she was still trying to keep him for herself, scare you away from him, or was she truly offering you advice. Not that you needed it, you were pretty confident you didn’t need to hear it to know what she said was true, which is why the situation hurts so much. 

“Turn the heat down! You’re gonna burn it!” Charlotte just about shrieked as she hip checked Daniel away from his pan, quickly taking over.

He laughed, putting his hands up in false defeat as he made his way over to the bar, happy to be kicked off dinner duty. You gave him an accusatory look, laughing when he shrugged with a smirk, you know he had done it on purpose. You heard the rolling of wheels coming down the hall, Talia emerging with her packed luggage. She gave everyone an awkward smile, holding her hand up in a wave before making a b-line to the front door, not saying a word. Miles looked like he wanted to burst out in laughter, Charlotte elbowing him in the ribs with a glare despite the smirk on her own face. Shortly after, Lewis came down the hall, his keys in hand. He was dressed nice, much nicer than everyone else who was preparing for a night in. He had a colorful silk shirt on, most of the top buttons undone, paired with a pair of perfectly fitted black slacks and dress shoes. He had lots of jewelry on, much more than you’d seen on him in the last few days, a large watch perched on his wrist.

“Well don’t you look spiffy.” Steph teased him, taking a sip of her wine.

“I’m headed to the airport to drop off Talia.” He announced, ignoring Steph.

“Quite the fit for airport duties Bruv.” Miles continued the teasing.

“I’m going out after.” He kept his explanation short, clearly annoyed that he was being questioned at all.

“What?” Charlotte exclaimed, whipping around, “We’re in the middle of making dinner. Not to mention it’s fucking vegan because of you.” She pointed a finger at him.

“Sorry, throw some cream in it or something.” His voice was full of sarcasm and you could tell he was on edge.

“That’s not the point Lewis, you could have told us sooner.” Charlotte stayed strong, her hands on her hips like an accusing mother.

“I’m going to get dinner with-” He hesitated, his eyes shooting around the room before continuing, “with a friend.” He rushed the last bit of his sentence out.

“Oh.” Charlotte seemed content, a look of understanding crossing her face.

“Yeeeahh,” Daniel drawled out, “I’m suuure you are. Dinner.” He chuckled into his glass.

Your stomach flipped at his comment, you wanted to believe that he really was just getting dinner with a friend but the knowing tone from Daniel made you second guess it. The look of guilt on Lewis’ face didn’t help either. You wanted to believe he was a better man than that, but his actions over the last few days have proven otherwise. You wondered if the friend was the  mysterious Marina. You still had so many questions but you were pretty sure you would never get an answer to any of them, especially while you didn’t know where you stood with Lewis. Lewis didn’t say another word, heading toward the door, but Charlotte ran after him. You watched as she wrapped him in a hug, whispering something in his ear before she patted his back and let him go. You gave her a look but she just shrugged.

The atmosphere throughout dinner felt normal, and you were grateful for that. Noone brought up what Lewis was probably out doing, no one mentioned him at all actually, and it felt a little foreign. His absence was noticeable but not abnormal, it was frequent during the season that you would all have dinner without him. 

You later found yourself in the kitchen with Charlotte, tidying up the dishes while people got ready for bed.

“Hey, I know your room is technically open and all but if you still want to room with me, my door’s open.” Her voice was soft and kind, like a hug that you so desperately needed.

“Thank you, I’ll probably take you up on that if you don’t mind.” You sent her a grateful smile, somehow she always seemed to know what you needed, even if she didn’t know why.

“Of course, besides I’m still waiting to cache in on my cuddles.” She teased you gently.

“Oh, how could I forget?” You giggled.

“You go get ready for bed, I’m just gonna finish up out here and I’ll be in, just give me a few.” She nudged you out of the kitchen toward her room.

You did as she said and made your way down the hall. You couldn’t help but stop outside the door to your old room, it was open and you could see the unmade bed from where Talia had slept. It sent pure annoyance through your whole body, if you hadn’t had to change in Lewis’ room you probably wouldn’t be in the situation you are now. You knew it wasn’t fair to blame her for his actions, he’s a grown man who knew exactly what he was doing, but you couldn’t help it. Part of you wondered if she had put the thought of you in his head during her explosion. You never thought he felt that was about you and then all the sudden he had you pinned up against a mirror with his fingers inside of you. It was like a flipped switch that you couldn’t undo, the light was on and it would stay on for good. You tore yourself away from the doorway, making it all the way to Charlotte's room before stopping in the doorway and looking at Lewis’ door across the hall. The door was closed but you swore you could smell him, it almost seemed like he was standing on the other side of the door despite not even being in the house. You could smell the cologne he had put on for whoever he was trying to impress tonight, you could picture him adjusting his collar and placing the chains around his neck just right. You knew just how he would have rolled up the sleeves of his shirt so he could decorate his wrists with diamond bracelets and an expensive watch, exactly how he would slip each and every ring onto his fingers, spinning them until they were the perfect angle. You’d seen him do it all before, waiting for him as you all got ready for a night out, teasing him about taking longer to get ready than you. He would always joke that perfection takes time, winking at you as he would make his way over to you. His hand almost always found your lower back as he would guide you out of the random hotels or one of his homes, meeting your friends in the lobby. Maybe you should have seen it, maybe this was always his plan. He frequently found ways to make sure he was alone with you, having you come over and get ready with him, having the two of you take a separate car than everyone else so you would meet them there. If that had been his plan all along, why didn’t he make his move one of those many nights, alone in his hotel room or in the back of a town car.

Your head feels like it’s spinning as you think through almost every encounter you’ve had with him over the years. You shake away the fogginess, quickly making your way into Charlotte's room. You can feel your cheeks heating up and your eyes getting blurry as you slip into your coziest pajamas. You sit down on the end of the bed, putting your head in your hands. You don’t know how long you sit like that, trying your best to will away the tears that are fighting so hard to fall.

“Hey, honey, what’s wrong?” Charlotte's voice catches your attention.

She moves quickly to sit next to you on the bed, rubbing your back softly. When you finally look at her even more concern washes over her face. You don’t say anything, just shake your head as a single tear falls down your cheek, the lone escapee.

“Y/N, sweetie, talk to me,” She says quietly, “you know you can tell me anything.”

You do know that, Charlotte knows more about you than anyone else. She’s never judged you, never made you feel bad for your feelings, but this feels different. She’s the same person for Lewis, the man that has you in tears.

“I think I should go home.” You croak out, looking away from her.

“What? Are you crazy? Absolutely not,” Charlotte is quick to argue, “Talias gone, we can finally have the vacation we wanted to have.”

“It’s not Talia.” You admit quietly.

“Does your head hurt? We can get you to a doctor here on the island.” Charlotte quickly suggests.

“No, Charlotte, it’s not-” You start,cutting yourself off and dropping your face into your hands once again, “Fuck, I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, why don’t you talk to me about whatever’s going on and maybe I can help you figure it out.” She offers reassuringly, wrapping her arm around you and pulling you in tight, her hand still rubbing your back.

And so you do, you let the tears and the story all out into Charlotte's shoulder. You tell her about the conversation you had with Lewis the night he disappeared, the conversation you overheard between the two of them, what he did later that day, you tell her everything. You tell her about questioning everything about your relationship with him, about wondering if he really wants to be your friend. You tell her about how he tried to take care of you on the beach, about Talia’s comment about him, how you wanted to be sick when Daniel implied Lewis was going out to get laid. You tell her everything that you so desperately needed to get out. Charlotte is good, exactly what you needed as she sits there listening quietly, still just rubbing your back and letting you vent about the whole thing. When you finally stop talking she stays quiet for a moment, just letting you cry into her shoulder.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Is the first thing she mutters. It’s then that you realize just how tense she’s become as she listened to you talk, she seems almost as angry as you had been.

You pull away from her, trying to calm yourself down a bit, feeling ever so slightly better having gotten everything off your chest. The anger dissipates from her face when she meets your eyes, being overtaken by comfort and compassion.

“Sweetie, I’m so sorry. I love him like a brother, but he’s a right fucking twat.” She says, rubbing your arm, “You don’t deserve to be in the middle of his stupid fucking shenanigans, it’s so far from fair.”

“I just don’t know what to do, I don’t want to lose him, I don’t want to lose all of you, but I don’t know how that can even happen. Nothing can just be normal again.” You sniffle through your words

“Hey, you are never, ever going to lose us. Especially not me, and I think I speak for Miles as well, we’re not going anywhere. I’m rather confident that if you told the guys about all this they would knock his head in.” She says sternly, making her point clear. 

You let out a half hearted chuckle, knowing deep down that she’s probably right.

“Listen, we all know Lewis is a fuck boy, he has been for years and we all just let him do his thing. But to try to fuck around with someone that we all love, that crosses a line, he doesn’t get to fuck all of this up just because he’s a horny asshole.” She states firmly, her hand resting on your arm.

“You know what I hate the most of all?” You look at her, ready to admit the part you find the most embarrassing, “I let him do it, well up until I didn’t. Not only that, but I liked it, there’s part of me that wishes I didn’t stop him. And I’ve fucking thought about it since.” You scoff at yourself.

“I get it, he has a certain charm to him. He knows exactly how to make people fall to his feet, but you have nothing to be ashamed of. He makes people feel powerful and wanted, it’s addictive, even when you’re just his friend. There’s a certain aspect of being around Lewis that is like the best drug in the world, it’s almost impossible to kick.” She sounds like she talks from experience and you almost can’t help but wonder just how deep the experience is.

She can see the question in your eyes before you even have a chance to whisper it into the air.

“No,” she shuts you down quickly, her hand up in the air to put the thought to rest, “I have never and would never. I just mean the aura of him, even platonically he is impossible to deny.”

You nod, knowing the feeling all too well. Then another thought pops into your head.

“Where do you think he really is tonight?” You ask, not sure you actually want the answer.

“I know where he is,” She assures you but not giving you the information you crave, “he really is with a friend, nothing’s going on.”

“Marina?” You ask timidly.

She nods softly, not saying anything else about it.

“Who-” You start to ask but she cuts you off gently.

“I’m sure you don’t want to, but you should really talk to him about that. It’s not my place to tell.” She says, leaving you with even more questions.

You simply nod, she’s right you don’t want to talk to him about it, but maybe you should.

“I know he fucked up, and I’m pissed at him for it. He deserves a good smack to the head.” She starts making you laugh lightly, “But that being said, don’t question if he cares about you Y/N. I’ve known him for a long time and he doesn’t go out of his way for people he doesn’t care about, his personal time is precious to him and he doesn’t share it with just anyone, well unless they're in his bed I suppose.” She frowns.

“So Talia? He certainly went out of his way for her, he brought her on vacation the same way he brought me.” You point out, not entirely sure if you believe her.

Charlotte laughs, “No he didn’t, he was actually kind of annoyed she was coming at all. She was at his place one morning when he was making the plans and she invited herself. He told her she could come if she figured out her own way here, he was hoping she would give up but as we know she didn’t. He brought you on vacation because he missed you, he talks about you alot.”

“He does?” You ignore the story about Talia, not particularly surprised by it. Him talking to Charlotte about you though, that surprises you.

“Yeah, more than you would expect,” She chuckles, “if you guys spend anytime together I get the full rundown within like an hour. He’s like a teenage girl half the time. He will text me just to check how you’re doing because he doesn’t want to bother you if he knows you’re busy, yet he can’t go a day without knowing you’re alright. I hate to say it Y/N but I do think he likes you, more than you might realize. Unfortunately he’s an idiot who’s been emotionally single for almost a decade and has no idea how to show his feelings like an adult. He jumps to physical, and apparently has the worst timing of anyone on earth.”

Your head is spinning as you process what Charlotte is saying. You know she has an insight to Lewis that you could never dream of and you don’t feel like she has any reason to lie to you, yet you can’t let yourself believe it.

“Listen, it’s not my place to tell you how he feels about you, truth be told I’m not one hundred percent clear, but if I had to put money on it, I would say he really likes you, much more than just a friend. It’s honestly possible he doesn’t even really recognize it himself, like I said, it’s been a long time since he had an emotional connection with someone beyond family and friends, he’s shut himself down to it for a long time. I’m not trying to stick up for him, if you want to say ���fuck him’ and cut him off, I truly wouldn’t blame you, he treated you like shit even if he didn’t mean to. He fucked up big time and he deserves to sweat, but I think you should talk to him, at least eventually. I know you both care about each other a lot, it would be a shame if it all ended.” Charlotte is calm as she speaks, each word coming out clearly and truthfully.

Her speech has you mind racing, there’s no way he likes you like that. Why the hell would he? He has his pick of the litter and as far as you’re concerned you were an easy target, you fell right into his lap at the perfect time when he wanted a distraction. Yet, on the other hand, it would make everything make a whole bunch more sense; the constant need to be around you, the unnecessary spoiling, the constant physical contact, the flirty messages and comments, the over protective behavior. Everything that you had chalked up to just being his personality, may actually mean something, something that maybe neither one of you really recognized.

“Okay, you’ve had a long day, how about we get some sleep and we deal with all of this tomorrow with a clearer head.” Charlotte suggests when you don’t respond, your mind still doing cartwheels.

You nod, sliding into bed as she takes her spot next to you. She turns off the light next to the bed before wrapping you in a hug. You start to doze off quickly, everything catching up to you.

“No matter what, you’re not going to lose us. I promise.” Charlotte whispers to you.

It’s the last thing you hear as you let yourself fall into a much needed deep sleep.

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Music is my sweet little escape from these voices in my head.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ modern!námo ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ prologue

· ⊰ synopsis. your beloved friend irmo takes it upon himself to bring up an idea to help you unwind a bit. a new lifestyle: bdsm. and with a dom that he is certain you will be head over heels for. ( minors dni ៸៸ sexual content ៸៸ bdsm aspects ៸៸ dom/sub dynamics ៸៸ honestly just a romantic comedy with a bunch of smut )

· ⊰ note. finally got the prologue of this fic published. listen I am fully aware that this is excuding self-indulgence but come on. námo as a dom?? sign me up.

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ masterlist | ao3

“Oh you don’t understand, he’s just so — !”

“horrible,’’ 

“and such a — !”

“misery.’’

“I was going to go for jerk, but I suppose that works.’’

“Oh, is that an upgrade from dunce?”

“Why do I feel as though you’re amused?”

Porcelain is placed down to reveal gloss lips curling at the corners. “You mistake me, my friend. It is merely amusing seeing you so worked up.’’ You cannot help but roll your eyes at his comment before waving your hand in a dismissive manner. “Well, I am so happy that you find amusement in my anger.’’ 

“Aww, are you puffing your cheeks out now?”

“Irmo!”

He relents with a hand held up in apology. “Yes, yes, I know. Forgive me.’’ He croons and his smile - frustratingly - is contagious enough to bring your pouting lips into one as well. You supposed that was the very purpose of this meeting. Irmo had a knack for whisking you away from either your studies or work and to this particular cafe in an effort to relax your poor little head. Then again, you weren’t so sure whether the aroma of caffeine eased your worries or served to remind you of your newfound addiction — but it was safe to say that Irmo himself was enough to raise your mood. 

“You have to find light in such situations. At this rate you look as though you will fall over any minute, what with your —’’

“Yes, I am very aware of my tardiness but! I have an excuse! Classes are —” A new voice joins, one of melodic chirping before immediately dropping once its holder sets eyes upon you. “Oh dear, what happened to you? You look as though you’re two seconds from letting the ground gobble you up.’’ Violet hues shine with concern and the maiden of ebony tresses slides into the seat beside you - which you half wished to pull out beneath her for her former remark. 

“Erulissë, thanks for the compliment.’’ You frown yet sigh with contentment as she cups your face in her soft hand and runs a thumb upon your lower eyelid. “How much sleep have you been getting?” “T’was my exact question, Lissë.’’ Irmo pipes up after another sip of his chai blend. 

“Our dear friend resembles a racoon, does she not?”

“Hmm. A cute racoon, but a racoon no less.’’ 

“Very funny you two.’’ The smile on your lips dips back into a frown as the woman beside you orders her drink. “In fact, she was just complaining about Daeron a moment before you arrived.’’ “Daeron?’’ Erulissë spares a glance with her own frown. “Has he been worrying you again?” You couldn’t help but slump into your chair at her words — again. 

“Yes, again.’’ 

“He seems to do that often. Are you sure working under him is even worth it anymore?” Exhaling at Erulissë’s point, you push yourself away from the backrest of the chair in favour leaning your elbows upon the polished wood of the table. “Surprisingly enough, he is the only Professor looking for an assistant at this stage. And an English one at that. I’d rather just stick it out and hope he refers me to the institution.’’ 

The two exchange a look before Irmo turns back to you with a softened countenance. “My friend, surely there must be another way?” “I hate to be the pessimist -’’ Erulissë flinches at her own words. “ - but how are you so sure he will even refer you? If he really is as bad as you make him out to be, how do you know he won’t simply leave you in the mud?” 

Bracelet-adorned wrist bending to form a platform for your chin from your hand, you sigh. “Well, at the very least it’s a decent amount of work experiences.’’ “Yet not a decent amount of pay.’’ “That’s fine, the cafe covers the rest of the expenses.’’ Why was studying so expensive? You suppose the majority of students had the financial aid of their parents or guardians —

No, that was not an option. 

“The cafe which you might just pass out in should you keep this up.’’ You cannot bring your gaze up to meet Irmo’s, for you knew that what he spoke was - frighteningly - not entirely false. If it wasn’t work, be it as Daeron’s assistant professor or a barista at this very cafe, then you were burying yourself nose-deep into literature extracts and linguistics notes in a desperate attempt to perfect your studying. Even if exams were a good few months away. 

“Yes, yes. I am very aware of my lifestyle choices. Now stop giving me those judgemental eyes.’’ Wafting your hand with a jingle of your bracelet, your drink of choice finds its way to your lips once more. The last thing you wished was for this to turn into another therapy session — and with Irmo of all people, that was highly likely. 

“It is the fact that you are aware of these habits that are concerning.’’ You release a muffled groan into the cup and cause a splurge of bubbles into your drink — all courtesy of Erulissë’s reprimanding statement. 

“How about,’’ Irmo hums, breaking the silent stare between you and the woman with a brief clear of his throat. “We find something for you to do? To help you unwind and relax a bit.’’ 

You part your lips - “Working at the florist does not count as relaxing,’’ - you shut them again, pulling them into a small pout. 

“I write.’’

“And we know you adore it, but is it really relaxing? What, with all those ‘requests’ you are always talking about.’’ 

“Hey, fanfic is fun. Sure it is a little taxing but. . .’’ 

It was evident that your two friends were beyond worried for you, yet you couldn’t help but feel an anxious swell within the pit of your stomach. As though they were silently judging you — despite knowing it couldn’t be further from the truth. 

“Well, since the two of you are oh so well-versed in the art of relaxing,’’ you earn a titter from each. “What do you do to help relax when you’re not gorging yourself with work too, hmm?” Your tight-lipped smile was mostly directed at the head of gossamer hair before you, and so he smiles. “I paint, mind you. I also quite fancy gardening.’’ He turns to Erulissë, eager to prove a point. “And what about you, Lissë?”

She seemed to murmur something into her straw, something which you were unfortunate enough to catch. Choking at your drink, you immediately place your cup down and snap towards her with eyes teary and wide, momentarily ignoring Irmo’s confused expression. 

“Did I hear right?”

“What? What did she say?”

“I said I get my back blown out,’’ she hums with a sheepish smile as she brings the crux of her finger to curl into one of her dark tresses. From the corner of your eye, you catch a grin tugging upon Irmo’s lips. He leans back into his seat with an approved chirp. “Actually, that is one of the more common ways to relieve stress. Why so surprised, my friend?” Your look of surprise leaves them both snickering. 

“I just - I just didn’t expect it to be said so bluntly, is all.’’ 

“Oh come on,’’ Erulissë sighs, throwing her head back. “If I had to work days on end on cases and not get my back broken on weekends I’d surely be a walking mess.’’ An innocent smile breaks through and she cracks open an eye. “Much like you, Y/N.’’ 

You twist a face of playful offence and place a hand over your chest. “And what makes you think that I don’t hmm?” 

No quicker than the words left your lips did you feel a sliver of embarrassment as violet eyes met lavender and the two burst into a short exchange of laughs. Your ears burn, knowing damn well that you had that coming and instead settle for sipping at your drink with a hushed whine and a small swat to Erulissë’s shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, very funny. Laugh at the virgin.’’ 

“Forgive us,’’ Irmo chuckles off the last bit of amusement yet tidbits of his smile still remain. “However, I would have to say that Lissë makes a good point.’’ Oh no. You knew where this was going. “Why not try that method of relaxing?” “You can’t just have sex with anyone, Irmo.’’ There’s a playful roll of his eyes. “Who said anything about needing anyone else? There is always. . .’’

Erulissë lets out a laugh at your flushed face and now it is her turn to deliver a small swat to Irmo’s arm. “Irmo, look at her. You’ll turn her beet-red at this point.’’ “You know, for a smut writer, you certainly do get flustered over this entire topic.’’ Once more their laughs flood your ears and you shoot them a glare, albeit weak faltering and half-playful. “Haha, real funny you too. You’re just full of jokes today, aren’t you?” 

Once more the laughter dies down — yet the look in Irmo’s eyes did not. Your chest tightens. Eru, what was he up to now? You knew that look more than anyone. While Irmo appeared to be the more mature of you three, deep down, you knew he must have been insane. Perhaps you were looking too far into i —

“You know. . .”

There it is. 

“I actually have a proposal for you.’’ 

You avoid his gaze, a nervous looking finding your own as the table suddenly looks most interesting. 

“Uhuuhh. . .’’ is your cautious response. 

“I actually know a guy who’s looking for a sub.’’ 

You didn’t need your drink to choke you this time, as it seems the air did the job for you. After your nerves ease from the abrupt shock of his words, you face him in an attempt to find even a fragment of jest in his expression — but you know Irmo well enough to decipher that he was far from joking with this.

“A sub?” You clear your throat. “What do you think this is, a fanfic?”

“I am serious, my friend.’’ 

“Absolutely not.’’ 

“Y/N!”

You shoo away his pouting countenance as your expression pulls into one of panic. “Are you even listening to yourself? Having sex with a stranger?” “He’s very experienced,’’ Irmo quips and now it is Erulissë’s turn to give him a look. You weren’t quite sure what it was, but she too did not seem displeased with the idea. “I think it would do you some good. People in that community take this sort of thing very seriously.’’ Violet hues soften as they meet yours and a gentle hand finds its way to yours. 

“Besides, you need some sort of normality in your life -”

“Bdsm. You sure that relates to the mundane?”

“ - and having a dom around might help you unwind and place the responsibility in someone else’s hands.’’ 

You visibly flinch. The idea of placing such trust — responsibility, in someone else’s hands sounded daunting. Exciting, but daunting. 

Lowering your gaze back into your cup, you take in your reflection. You see what they mean now. Your tired eyes, the dark circles. Perhaps you were more of a mess than you would like to admit — perhaps a little. . . release of responsibility would do you some good. 

Hesitantly, you look upon the woman beside you who offers an assuring smile and then Irmo whose gentle countenance also awaited you. 

Eru, was this really happening?

“Fine.’’ 

Your exhale is greeted with grins and a small rub against your shoulder. “There we go. I promise you won’t regret it.’’ Irmo’s reassurance brought a small relief to your otherwise tense muscles. “Mhhm! You’ll thank us later.’’ The wink Erulissë sends you surfaces a small flush to your face but you brush her off and lean back into your chair. 

“I’m sure you’ll love him. He is quite caring when it comes down to it.’’ Irmo smiles. 

“Handsome too.’’ Erulissë giggles. Ah, so she did know who he was talking about. “Definitely seems like your type of guy.’’ You almost wish to protest and ask how would she know the type of people you would be interested in — only to immediately derail the thought where it stands. She has read multitudes of your work and been on the listening end of your lovesick rambles for fictional men. 

“I’ll trust you two.’’ Seeing as though your drink was finished, you push it forward on its little plate before piping up once more. “I must ask though, what makes you so sure that I’m a sub, huh?”

With a quirk of his brow, you can all but watch as Irmo lowers his line of vision and when you glance down you take notice of how he eyes your hands. Your long nails which you recently decorated with your favourite polish and a small jewelled stud here and there since you were feeling generous. The vala turns his head, in sync with Erulissë who you only just noticed was also looking upon your hands. Their eyes lock and it takes only a moment for you to catch their drift before you are clicking your tongue in reprimand and scowling at their choir of laughter once more. 

“That means nothing!” You defend after subconsciously bringing your hands into your lap. Despite your flushed cheeks, for the umpteenth time, you cannot help the smile tugs onto your face as you watch their exchange of amusement. However, that look of endearment would melt away instantly as vibration met your thigh. Within the span of two seconds, you slip your phone out and peer at the lock screen. 

The groan followed by the slump of your shoulders was enough of an indication for the two of them to put together the puzzle. Their grins and giggles turn into frowns and furrows as they watch you gather your belongings and rise to your feet. 

“Work?” Irmo asks, despite knowing the answer damn well. 

“Work,’’ you respond, feeling a small stab to your heart at Erulissë’s sigh. Nevertheless, the two present you with a sympathetic gleam. 

“Try not to overdo it. You will certainly need all your energy for your new dom.’’ You clear your throat at Irmo’s words, as though you almost forgot the new arrangement. “Right, I assume you’ll get back to me on that, then?”

“Of course,’’ he assures with a brief wave of his hand. “I’ll let you know of his response. But I’m convinced he’ll simply adore you.’’ 

Heat rises to your cheeks but you bother not on scolding him for his teases, instead, you wave the two off and rush out of the cafe. Yet while the unpleasant image of Daeron’s critical face and slew of undeserved rebukes typically took up the majority of your thoughts — you couldn’t stop the one, wavering question at the back of your mind.

Just who was this man that Irmo was so adamant about?

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Keep On Ramblin' Album Reactions

Hi everyone!

I know I posted one or two of my reactions here, but I thought I'd put them all here, and in one spot that I can include in my Masterlist for anyone who wants to listen to the album with me. 😊 Spoiler Alert - I obsessively loved the whole album. 😁

Every Light Video:

Right Kind of Trouble and Forever Ain't Long :

Ain't No Telling and You Made Me Blue:

Keep On Ramblin' and Sweet Escape:

Return to Me, Restless Man, and Velvet Sky:

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you that the level of danger and you be mocked and mock the face of dr. clef these crazy trio took one with his cell phone shortly before fleeing the courage foundation in? why notion xd

@chemsart 

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#scpfoundation #incorrect scp quotes #scp 049 #scp 076 #scp 2396 #sweet escape #serpentshands #scp #scpfadom #scp fan character

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Two opposite passions tormented her. She wanted to run . . . The idea of some total escape was attended by a vision of dazzling happiness: just to be by herself somewhere where there was no sex and no men, not to be doing any more of the things she was now doing, this would be enough. Unfortunately the vision contained no definite plan of removal and did not even compose a strong motive to find one. On the other hand, her love for George seemed to become more intense and more pure the more painful the situation became.

Iris Murdoch, from The Philosopher’s Pupil

#conflicting emotions #conflicted #escape #sweet escape #lack of motivation #trapped #toxic relationship #celibacy #quotes #lit #words #excerpts #quote #literature #iris murdoch #the philosopher's pupil

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JJK: | SWEET ESCAPE |

characters: gojo satoru x y/n, gojo x you, kento nanami, itadori yuuji, megumi fushiguro, nobaru kugisaki, yuuta okkotsu, maki zenin, inumaki, panda, etc

synopsis: after surviving a night you shouldn't have, sorcerers and curses alike come after you, and the only thing standing between you and ultimate demise is a 6ft4'' wall in the form of gojo satoru

warnings: m for now; fluff; sfw; slow-burn; eventual romance; smut in later chapters; violence and death; will turn explicit in the future

•Chapter one: the Blackout•

On the seventeenth of September, at exactly 01:47 AM, in Eastern Tokyo, you knew time struck a second too late when your past caught up to you. Your end had come, and you were going to be devoured. By a set of forty-two teeth. It could’ve been worse. For example, it could’ve been two mouths instead of one, as you’d witnessed some possess.

Okay, never-mind. Two heads just sprouted from its fat, bulbous neck. Definitely could get worse.

Moonlight bathed the dark indigo monster towering over you in silver hues. Kami, it was so huge, as big as a building—and it gawked straight down at you. You were its target. Other hideous creatures collected behind its form, all of myriad colors, but all wearing the same look of insatiable hunger. You were going to be their dinner. Kami, you were going to die. Was this the end of the road for you?

At that, the last bit of sarcasm evaporated from your tongue, and you felt dread grip your insides in tight, vengeful twists. Twenty-five years. Well lived? You couldn’t quite be sure. You spent all your life avoiding people, friends...your family. You chose a life of an exile. But you had kept your vow.

Yes. At least, in that, you’d kept yourself safe and the memory of your brother unsoiled. He would be proud. A life-long bet you won against all odds when you couldn’t even win one with him.

You could run, you thought, but your legs felt boneless in the heap of rubble you lay in. A nest of concrete your monster friend over there had curated when it’d thrown you ten feet in the air before punching you into the wall of the supermarket you wanted to purchase your favorite can of soda from.

Now, you wished you’d drunk water instead.

Was it too late?

Talons pinched the back of your shirt and you were lifted off the ground—and all the way up to hover over the gaping mouth of the monster. And then you were dropped into absolute darkness.

Yes. It was irrevocably late.

The built-up panic and terror, alongside your stomach, lurched up your throat, and you screamed as loud as your lungs would permit you, burning the air before you. Burning the last desperate thoughts from your mind—I don’t want to die; no, no, no; I haven’t lived like I wanted; I haven’t lived at all; I haven’t lived, please!—as you tightly shut your eyes and shielded your face with your hands. Your chest hotly constricted, and then…

A violent explosion abruptly tore through the space, and then enveloping darkness stole your consciousness.

You were no more.

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You lay in demolished rubble—this one, of your own making. Maybe. You weren’t quite sure as you uncurled to unstable feet, bleary vision attempting to take in the tableau before you. It was still pitch black. The moon hid behind plumes of wafting smoke.

Smoke?

Then, you slowly gazed down.

You stood in a massive dent, the size of it at least eating up five commercial buildings, and littered around you were exploded cars, torn, sizzling electric poles, and utter destruction.

“I…” you whispered, shaken. What… Your head shook in little No’s. This was not real. You weren’t seeing right. You’d died? Yes! Yes, you’d died. This wasn’t real. The monsters weren’t real. You weren’t real.

This wasn’t real.

In the distance, the blaring sound of sirens resounded, and reality crashed on you like falling bricks—and you ran.

You clambered up the dent, dirt and soil smudging your person, coating you, burying you, but you still ran. And ran, and ran, and did not stop running.

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A week in, and you were adopting the ‘hey, wrong place, wrong time’ thought process pretty efficiently. One, you couldn’t possibly be the culprit for the destruction that happened since, duh, you were only human and innocent. Very innocent. Two, news suggested an unexpected 4.7 earthquake hit the coast of Japan, hence the so-called “Blackout”. That took out all of Eastern Tokyo. Anyways, natural disasters happened all the time, so who were you to argue with solid facts? And three, if not the aforementioned points above, then it was simply the monsters, you concluded with a reaffirming nod, grabbing your cup of hot caramel mocha from your favorite coffee shop—and completely ignoring the news spokesperson on the flat-screen reiterating the events. Or the fact that the monsters had never blown themselves up before, especially not when they were on the cusp of eating you alive.

“—following those studies, experts have yet to draw a conclusive report on the catastrophic Blackout that left fourteen injured and seven buildings demolished, but resulting in no fatal human casualties. Over a hundred million yen for restoration projects is now in process of—“

No fatal human casualties. Another fact you were extremely grateful for. But only because it would’ve been devastating, as it would be for any other person, hearing such morbid news and not because you personally felt involved with the incident. You almost died! If anything, you were the only fatal human casualty concerned.

And over a hundred million yen! In the coming winter, no less! Kami, you had to get yourself out of here and away from all these news. But not because you were guilty. You couldn't quite grasp the notion that fourteen were also injured. You hoped they were okay. Maybe you should send each of them a gift basket as recompense for the trauma inflicted. But that would suggest you were the instigator... Kami, your brain hurt. What happened that night?

You brought your black cap lower over your face and, huddling into your oversized jacket, made for the glassed door. Dressing yourself in plain clothes that, for the most part, kept you way under the radar than usual cast its own different kind of hurt. You really missed your designer bags and killer pumps.

The door slid open before you could clutch the handle, and the chill of crispy September afternoon, alongside the fresh scent of mint and heady sandalwood, whisked into the small coffee shop in an intoxicating rush that momentarily paralyzed your lungs. So much so that you almost forgot how to breathe. You blinked. Kami, that was a really good perfume. I want.

A body of dark blue blocked the view of your sweet exit, and you side-stepped to give way. Funnily, the newcomer stepped in the same direction. You apologized, and moved left. They moved left. Right. They moved right. Center. Left. Center again. Okay, what!

“Excuse m—!”

“Whoops. My bad.” A warm chuckle, clearly masculine, vibrated the small space between your bodies. And clearly shiver-inducing deep, but that wasn’t the point. You chinned up, deciding to ground the guy with your infamous viper-glare that should have him running for the hills soon enough, but your eyes kept traveling upward…and upward…and upward…

Okay, woah. He was tall. So tall, you were sure he had to bow his head to come in through the door. The door you had to get to anytime today. But the more you examined him, the more rooted in place you became.

Possessing a bed of snow-white hair and equally as smooth-looking fair skin while wearing the most hedonistic smirk on the plumpest, pinkest lips you’d ever beheld in your life, you, for the first time in forever, found yourself utterly speechless. He also sported a blindfold. Was it, like, a fashion statement for the…blind or something?

Wait. Was he blind?

Suddenly mortified, you apologized, face heating. “I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. That was so thoughtless of me. I swear I’m not a bad person. Kami, I should move,” you muttered to yourself, hastily stepping out of his way.

Bemused, he tilted his head at you. “Hmm?”

“Or do you need— Like, maybe some guidance? I can point out the free seats for you.” Yes. Be cordial, you reminded yourself. You signaled a few. “So, over there, is one empty slot and then in that corner— Wait, I’m pointing. I shouldn’t be pointing because you obviously can’t… Right.” You swore to yourself that you were not an actual moron. “I should stop. Yes. I was leaving, so I should just...” You absently pointed at the door.

A quizzical pause. Then, “You are absolutely right. You should guide me.”

“Uh…yeah?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged a broad shoulder, and the small, miniscule, almost mundane act caused a ripple effect on the rest of his body, noticeably tightening the fabric of his outfit over some well-defined muscles. Aaand you were not going to eye-fuck a blind person. Because that was unmistakably immoral. Yes. Eyes on the prize, you reminded yourself. No! Eyes on the task at hand! You reprimanded, giving yourself a mental slap in the head. What was wrong with you?

You eased beside him. “Would…you like to order first?”

“Oh, yes. A cup of hot caramel mocha. My favorite.”

“Oh, that’s my favorite too!”

“No way!”

For some reason, you found his excitement of false nature, like he was somewhat…mocking you. But that couldn’t be true. He had no reason to. You wanted to take a step forward but saw the busy queue—and stalled.

You looked down at your cup, the queue, the cup, the queue, the cup…and sighed in defeat. Your lower lip was not wobbling. You were a grown adult. “Hey, you know what? You can have mine. Haven’t taken a single sip. Hot caramel mocha, just like you wanted.”

He palmed his heart. “No.”

You meekly shrugged. “It’s okay.”

“You’re an angel.”

A blush bloomed in your cheeks. “No…”

“Oh, yes, I really think you are.”

The blush darkened. “Well…if you really, absolutely think so, then who am I to tell you otherwise?”

A warm chuckle, so warm, that your insides melted. Gosh, you had to get it together. He was only a stranger! A quite attractive stranger, you had to say. Hey, after a week of lucking out on the whole Blackout thing, closing your week with a compliment from someone as good looking as him wasn’t a bad thing at all.

He lightly chucked you under your chin and turned on his heel toward the door. A step, and he was pulling it ajar. “After you.” He gestured.

You paused, slightly perplexed. How did he… You shrugged, dismissing your doubts. Some blind people operated differently, so, really, you shouldn’t be assuming about matters foreign to you. Besides, he must have some coordination established if he walked himself to the coffee shop.

Tossing him an appreciative smile he couldn’t see, you stepped out into the chill, and instantly stuffed your hands into your pockets. You felt his presence settle by your side, followed by the delectable scent of mints and sandalwood. As pedestrians bypassed you, all murmurs and laughter, and as honking cars and rumbling trucks blurred down the street, you peeked at him from behind your lashes. Was he waiting for something?

He stole a sip from the hot caramel mocha, head generously tipped back, and your insides churned in want. Damn courteousness. He smacked his lips in appreciation.

“Good stuff.”

“Tell me about it,” you seconded. Silence. The sun broke through the thick clouds, momentarily setting the camped world below aglow, before another set of clouds rolled in and obscured it from sight. He took another sip.

You pursed your lips. Having finished your lunch break, you wondered at the time it would take you to walk back to office working as a full-time interior designer. Probably like every other time—fifteen minutes—as you eyed the crosswalk and the traffic lights.

He sipped anew. Smacked his lips again for emphasis.

Okay. Didn’t he have some kind of destination to get to? Why was he lingering by your side like that? Was he indirectly rubbing in the notion of you not getting to enjoy your favorite coffee like he was? You snorted. That’d be ridiculous. And mean. So mean if that were true.

Nonetheless, he was odd...and the energy you sensed from him appeared more coiled and reigned in than anything his physical appearance suggested.

“You really like it, huh?” you asked when he gave an appreciative rumble preceding another sip.

“Mhm.”

Clearing your throat, you stared ahead at the crosswalk light signaling red. When it signaled green a second later, you prompted into action. “Have a good day!” You waved.

He waved back. “Watch out for the cars, angel!”

You froze cold. You. Have. Got. To. Be. Shitting. Me. Slowly turning, you leveled him with your infamous viper-stare, then, backtracking, unceremoniously slapped the cup of your favorite coffee right out of his lying hands!

“You can see!”

He gave a moment of silence for the coffee wasted—before regarding you. Then, lush and unmistakably indulging, a smile quirked his devilish lips up. “Never said I couldn't. Hold on. Did you assume I was blind just because I was wearing a blindfold?”

Your jaw slacked to string a coherent response. “Uh, yes!”

“That’s just rude,” he tsked. Oh, you knew he knew that you thought him blind. The unashamed audacity! He flippantly buried his hands inside the pockets of his pants. “But I guess not as rude as when you blew up half the town.”

Now, you definitely couldn’t string any response.

He stared down at you from his head above the crowning sky-line, it appeared, because you suddenly felt so small, so guilty, so caught. Maybe you misheard.

Your voice came out small. “W…What?”

“It took me a while to track you down, and I figured it was because of how much you keep your curse energy in a limit, a very low one at that, that it was hard for me to trail your residual energy after you left the scene. But here I am, your knight in shining armor, if you will.”

A moment so tense, so frighteningly disquiet, impregnated the space between you, that your breath threatened to choke you. Who was he? And curse energy? Limits? What was he saying? But more than that, how did he know?

Oh, kami. Oh, shit, shit, shit. You were exposed. Someone knew. This guy knew you were there that night. You had to run. Yes. But your legs refused to move. Twitch. Anything. It was happening again. You were freezing up. Were you always going to freeze up?

“Listen, who— Who do you think you are—“

“—Gojo Satoru,” he interrupted, tone laced with rigidity—before he suddenly grabbed the collar of your jacket and jerked you close. You sharply gasped, your body unflatteringly meshing against his. Despite the proximity, he wore an unimpressed expression that quite literally spelled he was going to give you a beating at the value of over a hundred million yen. You gulped.

“Okay, wait, wait,” you pleaded. “I know what happened is absolutely wrong and vile and so dangerous, but it wasn’t me! I didn’t do it, okay! I could never— I mean, I can see them, yes, but that? That wasn’t me. You have the wrong girl, and you need to let go!”

He only jerked you closer, one hand still nonchalantly buried in his pocket. This time, the sheer masculine heat of him sank into your very pores. Kami, he was so warm. And that tantalizing scent of his, heavy with the freshness of winter and dark with the musk of rainforest, almost drugged you out of your current predicament.

Focus!

You licked your lips. “It was just— It was just a wro—“

“Wrong place, wrong time kind of thing?” he finished for you, concealed brow cocking. The heat of his breath fanned your naked cheek, and you swallowed, lashes fluttering. “Little mental comforts like that can only keep you happy for so long. But, no. The place and timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Now, hold on tight.”

You blinked. “What? Why?”

“I’m saving you from your execution.”

And with that, your world was turned into a nauseating blur.

next chapter

a/n: that gojo brain rot is gettin' too real 🫠🫠🫠 and yes, i made you twenty-five y/o here, embrace it | 💟 support me on ko-fi 🪴🧋

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Neptune represents the longing to redeem and be redeemed by something. Some people in this world are self-acclaimed messiahs and make it their mission to save the world and the people in it through freeing them from suffering, selfish obsessions, destructive self-talk, trauma, memories of the past, to see the truth clearly without distortion, to ”awaken to love”. Some people run from gurus, others are drawn to them. Some recoil in fear others welcome a return to empty oblivion and total presence because they’re too world-weary to go on. They want to surrender. They want the answer. They want to be free from fear.

We all need ease and temporary escape. Some people are more extreme and want to be completely in harmony & union with God or whatever greater cosmic consciousness should be called. It’s a trip and they’re here for it. The form it takes doesn’t really matter, the dynamic has to play itself out.

We’re all Neptune prone in the end, because we all need to forget to move on, to start from scratch, to render the contents and confines of our temporary existence insignificant.

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