#thank you!! i love it when i have the chance to let others know what i love about them đ„ș
It's a bit long - maybe it a two-parter? But reader is in love with Eddie and tries to show him, sending him love notes in his locker but he thinks (hopes) they are from Chrissy so she decides to just give up, thinking he will never see her like that so she distances herself completely and he doesn't understand why - she even changes direction when they are about to run into each other in the corridor - and when he finally manages to confront her she just tells him "You won't ever love me like I love you so I am just trying to move on" and he's like "well, how do you know that, you've never given me a chance to love you, you just bailed when I didn't realize you were the one sending the notes!"
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Angst, fluff, pining.
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For the last two weeks you had a secret. It was something you hadn't told anyone, not even Robin.
The note in your pocket is carefully sealed in an envelope that you are going to try and sneak in Eddie's locker.
In the last few weeks you have been leaving love notes for your long time crush Eddie Munson. You had poured your heart out in the notes, it was cathartic. A way to express your feelings that were bursting to be let out and it was nice to watch the sweet smile on Eddie's face when he read the notes.
They were all signed anonymously and you disguised your handwriting just enough so that Eddie wouldn't notice it was you. To be honest you were trying to build up the courage to confess to him.
Cautiously you look around and there is a rare occurrence where the hallway is pretty much empty so you quickly rush over to Eddie's locker and slip the note in.
Heart hammering you hurry away from the locker and feel nerves swirl in your stomach. This note was different, a lot more detailed and lovey dovey than the others, you couldn't help it. You were head over heels for Eddie and even though the notes were anonymous, it felt cathartic to say how you felt.
When Eddie finds the latest note at lunch time, the whole of Hellfire is gently teasing him. His cheeks are pink but his eyes are full of excitement, and an anxiousness to know who they are from.
"Who's going to send this doofus love notes though really?" Gareth jokes and ducks to miss the pretzel thrown at his head while laughing his head off.
Then Eddie perks up, smiles dreamily and sighs. "Hey maybe they are from Chrissy?" He looks so hopeful and the words immediately crush any thoughts that you had in which he might feel the same.
Chrissy. He wanted it to be Chrissy, of course he did. She was the sweetest and prettiest girl in Hawkins High, there was no way that Eddie was immune to her charms.
It hurt you though. All this time he talked about not conforming and yet he falls for the beauty queen. Not that you could be too mad at him, it's not like anyone could help who they fell for. You wish you could have that power, to erase these feelings you have for Eddie.
The thoughts still make you feel faintly nauseated and you get up suddenly, "Sorry guys, uh headache'' it's all you can do not to run out of the cafeteria while blinking away tears.
Thank god no one saw you crying. Then you'd really have no way to explain yourself.
That night you're laying in bed and listening to the most angsty music you can find, your thoughts racing about what happened today and stomach churning at what it meant.
You knew deep down that Eddie might not feel the same and at least that was confirmed. It was time to stop indulging in dumb fantasies, it felt like the small bit of hope you had clung onto had faded and now you had given up. Eddie was never going to see you as anything more than a friend.
Maybe it was the push you needed to move on? Or at least distance yourself a tiny bit until these feelings faded.
But how long would that take? The thought of not seeing Eddie every day is awful, you don't know what to do and the worry and despair keeps you up all night.
By the morning you feel numb but full of acceptance at what you need to do.
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Distancing yourself from Eddie was hard. He was so ingrained in your usual routines, you were so used to seeing him practically every day that there was this ache in your chest that he wasn't around.
It didn't help that Eddie looked at you like a lost puppy and it shook your resolve every time. You missed the guys at Hellfire too, instead of your usual spot at the table you talked to Robin or Nancy, aware of eyes on you when you didn't sit down beside Eddie.
It was a catch-22, you desperately wanted these feelings to go away so things were back to normal but you missed Eddie like crazy, it felt like a piece of you was missing.
When you saw him in the corridor today, you froze and went in the other direction but you didn't miss the look on his face when you did. It was so hurt and it crushed your heart even more.
You couldn't leave things like this, you would have to say something. Eddie must be so confused and you didn't want to hurt him. But how could you explain how you felt about him, that you're the one who sent the notes?
What if finding out how you felt ruined your friendship? What if what you were doing was ending it, honestly your mind was racing a mile a minute.
Shit you haven't sent any notes in over a week, you didn't want Eddie to get his hopes up wishing it was Chrissy only to be disappointed that it was you.
Obviously you and Eddie really need to talk. Eddie must be thinking the same thing because he shows up at your house around an hour later with a determined look in his eyes.
He's angry and you can't blame him. If the situation was reversed you would feel the same. His furious gaze softens as he takes in your tears.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" His tone is gentler than you'd expect and that makes you feel worse. God you've missed him, you've really missed him.
"I'm sorry" you murmured and made your decision to tell Eddie about the notes, hoping that he wouldn't hate you. "Eddie, I-" he speaks before you can get the words out.
"I know it's you sending the notes" oh...oh shit. You're nervous so that makes you babble and grow even more flustered because you don't know how Eddie would react.
"How?" is the last question you ask and he smiles, all dimples. The smile that you love.
"When you started avoiding me after I said I hoped the notes were from Chrissy, the look on your face...I'm not stupid sweetheart, it became pretty obvious" so much for thinking that you had covered up your feelings, you should have realised eddie would figure it out.
He could be annoyingly perceptive. "I know you don't feel the same Eddie, you're panicking now so you're basically word vomiting, "I've been trying to get over these feelings so that's why I've been distant, I'm sorry"
He frowns, "Sweetheart, I don't want you to avoid me" you bite your lip, emotions rushing to the surface. Frustrated you wipe the tears that are building in your eyes.
"I don't know what else to do Eddie! You won't ever love me like I love you so I am just trying to move on, I'm trying to do that so I don't mess up our friendship" you choke on the words and try to stop the tears that are blurring your eyes. he stares at you looking absolutely stunned.
"You love me?" his voice is so small and you swear there's a hopeful edge to it but you must just be imagining it.
"Yeah, I'm the one who's been sending the notes, but you wanted it to be Chrissy and like I said you don't love me like I love you so I need to move on" Eddie groan exasperated and runs his hand through his hair in frustration. It tugs on his unruly curls and he groans, once his hand is free, he's gesturing widely.
"Well how do you know that? You've never given me the chance to love you, you just bailed when I didn't realise you were the one sending the notes" he snaps and you're seriously frustrated.
"Because you wanted it to be Chrissy! And give you a chance to love me? You either love me or you don't Eddie. I can't just sit around on the off chance that you might feel the same way when you obviously don't"
Tears roll down your cheeks and you wipe them away shakily, you're emotionally spent and you just want to go home and have some time for yourself.
Eddie softens and his hands are on your shoulder, soothing and tender. "You're not listening, I want a chance to love you because I am in love with you"
Oh... "You do, you reply hopeful and he nods, keeping his gaze on you. What about Chrissy?" he shakes his head and his hand moves up to caress your cheek, his gaze is soft and full of adoration.
"Just a dumb crush. I'm over her now. What I feel for you...you're all I think about sweetheart, shit I think almost losing you helped give me a uh, knock on the head" you giggle and he ducks his head looking almost shy.
"Can I kiss you?" you nod eagerly and it doesn't take long for his lips to meet yours. Eddie pulls away after a few seconds and looks completely blissed out. It's exactly how you feel. Wow.
"Shit, I am an idiot, could have been doing that for a while now if I wasn't so oblivious" you stifle a smile and he's grinning too, smiling as he kisses you again.
And again. Showing you how much he loves you.
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Heya, could you write one for Tanjirou where the reader gets hurt on a mission and he feels bad about letting it happen as they were protecting Nezuko and he has feelings for her?
Thanks. I love your writing and take your time x
Okay I LOVE THIS
Tanjiro realizing his feelings for reader after she risks her life to protect Nezuko
Pairing: Tanjiro x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,8k
Synopsis: Despite being well-composed and never deciding without thinking twice, you find yourself recklessly risking your life in order to protect Nezuko from getting hurt by Daki. Little do you know what an impact your second impulsive choice will have...
Warnings: severe injury, near death experience, fluff over fluff with Tanjiro with probably the cutest ending I've ever written, not proofread, I'll use one collage and one stand-alone AI pic so if this triggers you, I suggest not to read or look at them đ€
You never considered yourself impulsive. No, you never acted out of a feeling, never operated without thinking twice. Always kept your composure, a cool head. Maybe this is the reason for you still being alive, the reason why you are able to call yourself a quite skilled demon slayer on the side of your friends.
âYouâll come with me. I need you to look out for my wives.â
It was clear right from the start that this wouldnât be an easy mission. All of Tengenâs wives enjoyed education when it comes to fighting skills. As a former shinobi, he made sure they were able to defend themselves. If he lost contact to them, it was clear something bigger is behind it. Something way bigger than anything you witnessed until that day.
âI canât allow you to take (y/n) with you like that. I will join!â, Tanjiro suddenly shouted from behind with his oh so confident voice.
You will never forget the way he smiled at you back then, how much he cared for your well-being each and everyday since you arrived in the red-light district.
âI would never allow a demon to hurt one of my friends!â
Friends. Not quite the word youâd like to use for him. Since you first met each other when he saved you during the final selection, you always kept an eye open for the boy with the special kimono.
And his sister.
Apart from many people who dislike her, you loved Nezuko since the first day you laid eyes on her. Slowly but surely, it became your mission as well to save her, to free her from the curse of being a demon.
âI guess Iâll never be able to thank you enough for your support.â
You didnât allow yourself to look at him, fully aware of that youâd get lost in his tender orbs again if you do. No, instead your eyes roamed about the glittering city to your feet, drifting over the facial expressions of the people underneath you.
âWeâre friends, right? This is what friends doâ, you murmured into the night.
Oh, you didnât believe yourself a single word. What a filthy little lie to call Tanjiro a friend when all you are able to think about is his smell, when his voice is everything that lingers through your mind. Are friends supposed to think about one another constantly, to ponder about how their lips might feel pressed against each other? You promised yourself to never find out. After all, revealing your true feelings might scare him away forever. And losing Tanjiro all at once is definitely far worse than calling yourself his friend. After all, this would be impulsive with a not foreseeable outcome.
But even after you swore youâd never act out of a feeling, you find yourself sprinting into certain death.
It all happened faster than you expected. Inosuke managed to find Tengenâs wives and therefore the demon.
The upper moon six, to be exact.
The devilish who injured not only your friends, but Tanjiro as well. And now, sheâs about to injure Nezuko as well.
Apart from your usual composed self, you find yourself dashing forward while grabbing the handle of your katana tightly. This is ridiculous, you donât stand a chance against a demon like hair. Nezuko is a demon herself, sheâd probably recover from her injuries.
You furrow your eyebrows, eyes fixated on both of them. It doesnât matter right now. All you are able to think about is helping your friend.
âGet your filthy hands away from herâ, you hiss through gritted teeth.
A well-placed hit. Your knee hits the ground roughly. Then everything around you is discoloured red.
Like in slow motion, you watch your own body sink onto the ground lifelessly. Your lungs feel like collapsing any given minute while you gasp for air like a fish on land. Blood takes your sight, drips down onto the already soaked floor while all you can do is watch in sheer horror as that hell of a demon grins at you.
âYou did well until now. Dumb girl, why would you even think about defending a demon? Look how weak you are.â
The urge to cough becomes unbearable. Over and over, you spit out your own blood until your ribs feel like breaking. Did she hit you? Are you severely injured? Apart from your aching lungs, your body feels completely numb, almost lifeless. Like in slow motion, you watch as she walks towards you, the upper moon six emblem sparkling dreadfully in her eyes.
Is this your end?
What a senseless way to die when Nezuko is a demon. After all, even an upper moon wouldnât be able to kill another demon without the right blade to do so. You never considered yourself so impulsive, so reckless.
Your eyes dart towards Tanjiroâs beloved sister who puts up a desperate fight against all the debris that buried her. Not everything needs to make sense.
It doesnât make sense you decided to spare her life in the first place. It doesnât make sense that you fell for her brother, that you allowed yourself feelings deeper than sympathy in a world full of cruelness and death. It doesnât make sense that you decided to follow the sound hashira only to rescue his wives, that you actually considered going with him on your own.
All of that because you are so madly in love with Tanjiro. All of that because you view Nezuko as your own sister and could never allow another person to hurt her.
âWhat an ugly girl you are with your face twisted like that. Whatâs wrong? Are you in pain?â
You can hear your flesh bursting underneath another merciless hit of her belt, feel the throbbing pain that starts radiating through your bones. You will die right here and now, without any doubt. And you will die without seeing his face again, without telling him a single word about your true feelings.
âDonât worry (y/n), Iâm sure weâll be fine! And as soon as weâre back, Iâll invite you to a bowl of ramen!â
A bowl of ramen?
Like in trance, you press your hand onto your leg, feel your busted flesh all too clearly, your very own blood slipping through your fingers.
Just like the love of your life.
âYou need to get up.â
A distant voice in the back of your brain, muted by the constant ringing that takes over your ears.
â(y/n), can you hear me? You need to get up.â
Is Tanjiro still with Tengen-sama? They will manage to defeat those demons, you just know it. With the help of Inosuke, Zenitsu and Tengen-sama, Tanjiro will be alright. Who knows, maybe heâll be a hashira in a week from now, maybe heâll defeat Muzan Kibutsuji. Oh, what youâd give to hear that boyâs voice one last time, to witness his beaming smile again.
âSheâs basically dead, idiot. Get lost so I can finish her.â
Are those hands lifting you off the ground or is your soul evaporating from your body?
âPlease stay with me, (y/n). You need to keep on fighting.â
You allow your eyes for the briefest second. When you open them again, you barely miss how Nezuko catapults the upper moon six into a nearby building with full force. No, why would she risk to get hurt, what if that woman hurts her? It seems like youâre moving away from the scene and youâre unable to do anything apart from stretching out your shaky hand.
âNoâŠI canâtâŠleaveâŠ.â, you breathe out.
âWhy did you risk your life like that? (y/n) youâŠyou could be dead right now.â
That voice, it isnât inside your head. No, someone is talking to you with an oh too familiar voice in a tone you know so well.
âTanjiro.â
âIâm here, (y/n). And I promise everything will be alright? I just...donât do something like that ever again, not even for Nezuko.â
Even though the sheer movement feels like breaking your own neck, you lift up your head enough to make sure this isnât just a dream.
But his eyes are already set on you, filled with nothing but worry and threat while he carries you over the battlefield.
For a moment, time stands still. Just you and Tanjiro. No battlefield, no injuries, no demons. Just peace, love and Tanjiro.
Love.
âI love youâ, you mutter so muted that he almost fails to understand.
You can feel his heartbeat picking up next to your throbbing head, watch how his eyes widen. Oh, how lovely they look in that red light, how easy it is to get lost in their gleam. What a waste of time it was to keep your feelings to yourself when all you were able to do was thinking about him. How lucky you are to feel your body pressed against his one last time.
One last timeâŠ
âIâŠsoâŠtiredâŠâ
Desperately, you fight against the urge to close your eyes. You need to take this sight in for a little longer, need to stay awake at least for another minute. But your vision slowly but surely starts to get darker and darker until you canât see him anymore.
â(y/n), donât give up on me, not when I didnât told you that-â
Nothingness.
-a week later-
âYou should really start focus on getting back on your feet yourself, you know? It wonât help her if you donât get better tooâ, the Kakushi next to him speaks out.
Since the moment he opened his eyes and realized that you arenât awake, Tanjiro didnât allow himself to leave your side. The last time he did that was at the entertainment district. The last time he did that you almost lost your precious life over defending his sister.
âI will stay just a little longerâ, he mumbles lost in thoughts.
You always loved Nezuko dearly despite being a demon. Even though your logical thinking and composed acting, you accepted her as the human she was before and supported him in finding a cure for his sister. StillâŠ
He runs his fingers through his hair roughly, frustration almost taking over him. Tanjiro never expected you to almost sacrifice your precious life for his sister. Not when sheâs fighting against a demon, not when two upper moons are your opponents. No one would have doubted you, would have judged you for staying in safety. Nezuko would have never allowed you to interfere if she could, just like him.
âI should have arrived sooner. I should have been right by her side all the time. Maybe none of this would have happened if I kept an eye on her like I promisedâŠâ
âDonât be a fool, she would have never allowed you to stay by her side knowing that it might cost the success of the mission. Still, I didnât expect someone like her to act so reckless. Whoâs your sister doing?â, the man opposite of Tanjiro replies.
âSheâs been crying the whole time.â
âDid she finally wake up?â, Inosuke suddenly blurts out while entering the room on his own.
âSheâs still unconsciousâ, Tanjiro explains briefly.
âDid you put that horrible bandage around her head? Before you came here, it looked alrightâ, the Kakushi interferes dryly.
âWith the power of master Inosuke, (y/n) will be back on her feet in no time!â
âHâŠHello?â
When your eyes flutter open, you get greeted by 3 pairs of excited eyes in an instant, your clouded mind still unable to process that youâre awake.
âWhere am I?â, you croak with your throat feeling like sandpaper.
âI will call Shinobu-sama right awayâ, the Kakushi announces and gets up with a swift motion.
âYouâre at the butterfly estate, dumbassâ, Inosuke barks at you.
â(y/n)âŠ.I was so worried about you!â
Before youâre able to react any further, you find yourself emerged by green and black fabric, surrounded by a scent you know so well by now.
âTanjiroâ, you breathe out.
Over and over, you whimper his name like a prayer in order to convince yourself that this is real. You didnât die. You are still alive. And right now, none other than Tanjiro Kamado holds you in his arms as tenderly as you always imagined. Is it a dream, maybe? A sweet hallucination to get you through the immense pain?
âIâm sorry I wasnât there. All of this, only to stand up for my sister. Words canât express how worried I was. How is it possible that this made me realize how much I-â
âYouâre finally awake, how relieving. Would you mind moving to the side so that Iâm able to examine (y/n), Tanjiro-san?â
That voice as sweet as honey belongs to Shinobu Kocho, without any doubt.
âS-Sure.â
âYou really fought well, (y/n). Surviving that long with such severe injuries took its toll on your body, though. All of this because you wanted to protect Tanjiroâs sister?â
Her skilled hands begin roaming around your skin while you feel her gaze fixated on you. But you cannot look at Shinobu-san right now. No, your eyes are locked with those of Tanjiro next to you.
âThey both mean the world to meâ, you murmur.
He lets out his breath visibly while taking a step towards you. What is that glimmer in his eyes? Sorrow, dread?
Or maybe affection?
âHow unusual for you to act this reckless. But maybe this is what love makes us do, right? I will leave you two alone for now. How about youâre taking a look outside? The sunset looks lovely today. But please use a wheelchair since your leg is still shattered.â
With a last bright smile, the insect pillar is gone in the wind again, leaving you alone with Tanjiro in a suddenly so tensed room.
âWhat do you think? Â Do you want to watch the sunset with me?â, Tanjiro questions with low voice.
âI would love to.â
As careful as ever, he lifts you off the bed and places you into the wheelchair before gently guiding you outside.
Your eyes get greeted by the prettiest red youâve ever seen covering the whole sky. Like a painting, the beautiful scenery lays itself in front of your eyes. Shinobu-sanâs flowers painted in the colors of the sky, the fluffy clouds that look so comfortable from afar.
But what mesmerizes you way more than that is the striking sight next to you, the boy you loved in silence since you first saw him. With his face lit by the downgoing sun and the ever so slight blush that creeps up his face while looking at you, you canât help but get lost.
âMaybe I needed thisâ, he speaks out.
You blink a few times, still tired mind trying to process the meaning of his words.
âWhat?â
There is it. His usual beaming smile, the optimistic glimmer inside his gorgeous orbs. Careful not to hurt you he grabs your hand and gently strokes it while kneeling down next to you. Is this really happening? Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest, reminds you urgently that you are definitely still alive. Why would Tanjiro Kamado get onto his knees for you?
âYou.â
An answer so simple and yet so intimate that you canât help but blush as well. Like in slow motion, you watch as he draws closer and closer until his face is only inches away from yours.
âI love you, (y/n). I guess I was too dumb to realize it until I saw you injured like that because you protected my sister. I love you.â
âI love you too.â
The words leave your mouth just in time before he places his soft lips onto yours, making all your dreams come true with one innocent kiss.
You always acted well-thought and composed. But oh, what a plot twist it was to follow your heart twice in a row.
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âDidâŠShinobu-san put this around my head?â, you question while staring blankly at your messy hair and the wild bandadge around your head.
âThe insect girl? Of course it was me! You wouldnât even be awake if it wasnât for me! But donât worry, you can worship me laterâ, Inosuke replies while stretching out his chest in full proud.
âYou lookâŠâ
âWellâŠâ
âI meanâŠâ
None of the three girls dare to raise their voices at him whereas you stare yourself up and down. Of course, it was Inosuke. Shinobu-san would never stitch you up like that.
âDo you wantâŠKanao to fix this?â, one of them finally suggests quietly.
âYeahâŠ.I guess that would be pretty nice.â
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Hii me again.. Iâm having a kakucho brainrot rn ugh.. Could you maybe also write a nsfw drabble of how he would act if heâs feeling really jealous.. iâm so tired of hearing that heâs a softie lol i know he has a meaner side to him when heâs being pushed to his limits.
Thanks again! ^_^
I Can't Help It | Jealous!Kakucho x Reader (NSFW, SMUT, MDNI)
Kakucho couldn't help but to stare at you while you wore that tight, low rise, mini skirt with a cropped tank top and converse. You two had been attending one of the clubs that the Haitani brothers owned and he wanted to go home already, but you were clearly having the time of your life. He watched as you pranced and danced around, showing off your curves and belly button ring as the music blared. All of the guys wanted to dance with you, but you were busy attending to your drunk, stumbling friend who was also still dancing.Â
Kakucho had his eye on one guy in particular that kept trying to grind on you as you kept moving spots, avoiding him at all cost. You knew Kakucho was watching from the sidelines, but this guy would not give up.Â
That's when he walks up to you and shoves the guy, who was significantly smaller than him, away from you and stands behind you. Once you realize that it's him, you, in your. drunken state, start to dance and grind on him. It wasn't long before he had pulled you back into one of the VIP rooms where you both were alone.Â
Tugging at your clothes, you heard him groan about how he was so turned on and pissed off at the same time.Â
"That fucking idiot thought he had a chance with my girl." He would say as he yanked your skirt off, leaving you in just your tank top and panties that revealed a little too much.Â
"Baby, he was probably just drunk..." You moaned as you felt his hands gripping your hips and grinding against you from the front. HIs face was nuzzled in your neck as you began to become undone under his touch.Â
"I don't give a fuck. I'll go back out there and beat the shit out of him in front of everybody." He grinned, making you become even more turned on by his tough demeanor. You knew Kakucho loved to fight and would actually do it. As you two were about to go further, you hear the door open.Â
Standing there was none other than Ran Haitani, interrupting your good time with a request for Kakucho.Â
"I don't have the time, I have to attend to y/n." He said stoutly before slamming the door back in Ran's face. He turned back to you, still whining and whimpering for more. Kakucho walks over to you and begins to roughly kiss you, sliding his fingers right between your legs.Â
"Already wet for men, huh?" He smirked, leaving you in complete bliss.Â
It was like the rougher he got, the more you got turned on. Kakucho was normally stoic and quiet but seeing him fire up and jealous had a serious effect on you. You knew what he wanted and he was going to have it - tonight, whether you liked it or not.Â
Without warning, he rips your dainty panties in half, exposing your self completely as you were shoved against a wall. He gestured for you to jump, as so you did, wrapping your legs around his waist. He unbuckled his belt while holding you with one arm; he was so strong. Soon enough, he spread you open and entered, fucking you.Â
He went hard and fast, groaning and growling over and over about how you were his and belonged to nobody else. You couldn't take it, he was going too fast and too hard. You needed more though, as he began to lose his patience and was wanting you to cum first.Â
It wasn't long before he had bent you over the table in the VIP room and began at it again, you arching your back as he gripped your sides.Â
"Mine." He would say in between the slaps of skin that filled the room. You were moaning mess, having already came undone from being held against the wall. You had nothing to say other than to let out breathy, loud moans as he continued to pound into you.Â
"You hear me? You're mine..." He trailed off as he began to get closer and closer to his own bliss. You felt him lean forward, gripping your hair and yanking your head back, making you look at him as he filled you.Â
After you both were done, he looked at you with a straight face, "Don't even think about going back out there."Â
Needless to say, he drug you home and it was a long night of him blowing off steam with you whimpering and whining.Â
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Last Goodbye | LH44
summary: reader is involved in a car accident during qualifying. can Lewis make it to her on time to say one last goodbye
a/n: lol, the summary is way more dramatic than it needs to be. I'm trying a different pov. Let me know what you think. Requests are open.
The sun was positioned high in the sky, the wind softly tickled the trees and there wasn't a single cloud in view for miles. The perfect Saturday afternoon to hold the Qualification Races for the British Grand Prix which would take place on Sunday. Lewis had left earlier that day just like the other racers in order to get to the track on time and begin preparing with their teams. Due to her work, Y/n was unable to attend most races on the calendar but she wouldn't miss the Silverstone race for anything in the world. It was their home race, the one time she got to spend the whole weekend with Lewis and their family while he worked. As scary as it was for her, she loved watching her favourite person do what he did best and inspire millions while he did it.
As was their tradition for home race weekends, Lewis had left Y/n her favourite breakfast in the kitchen, a handwritten note on a counter and a soft kiss on her forehead while she slept then quietly snuck out with Roscoe under his arm. She would have offered to bring their son with her later in the day but she knew that Roscoe had eager fans in the engineers' garage that were waiting to spend the day with him. So she got up and went about her morning on her own, tidying up and making snacks for later when Lewis came home knackered and starving.
She picked up her bag, patted herself down for keys then checked her phone for any last minute requests from her boyfriend. Seeing nothing new since the previous texts she sent, she figured he may have already started racing so she took a quick selfie and sent it with a caption. "I think I stand a chance of overshadowing your paddock outfit today, lol. I'm leaving the house, see you soon. Knock 'em dead, love" She giggled at her awful sense of humour before leaving the house and locking up.
The drive to the track was usually short but on such an eventful day, there were many cars on the road and one could feel the buzz of excitement and anticipation in the air. Y/n wasn't an anxious driver but seeing people pull risky moves between the lanes made her drive with a foot hovering above her brakes just in case.
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"Okay, Lewis, P2 for Q1 was a great start. Let's keep that up and improve if we can. Q2 starts in 10 minutes, yeah?" Fred clapped Lewis' shoulder and walked off to another part of the garage.
"Yeah, thanks, man." Lewis replied as he stood in the red garage looking at the screen replaying his latest performance on the track. Roscoe pawed at his foot and whined, clearly requesting to be picked up. The bulldog seemed to forget that at his old age he was getting heavier but his father lovingly adhered and brought Roscoe to his chest with a grunt and a kiss to the forehead. "Where's your mum, eh? She's usually the one cuddling you during qualy, huh?"
He looked around the garage to see if his girlfriend had entered while he was distracted. He knew that the drive there wasn't very short but she always arrived before Q2 began so he was slightly confused. "Hey Marc, have you heard from Y/n or my dad?" he asked an engineer as he glanced at his phone. "No, nothing. There is traffic at the entrance though so that may be causing their delayed arrival." the Italian responded. Lewis nodded seeming satisfied as he read Y/n's text confirming that she was on her way. He grinned like a love struck fool at the picture she sent of herself decked out from head to toe in Ferrari merchandise. She was truly the most beautiful being he had ever seen and he wondered for umpteenth time how he had lived before he met her. He sent heart emojis in response and went back to watching the recording on the screens.
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Y/n sighed in relief as she reached the last intersection before the paddock entrance. She could see gates from here and couldn't wait to get out of her car and see her son and boyfriend. The red light she had stopped at turned green and she let her foot off the break to move forward. As she was about to cross the middle of the intersection, she noticed the cars behind her screech to a sudden holt but before she could access the confusing situation her car was hit from the side and she was sent jolting forward. The last thing in her vision was the airbag exploding into her face. She was unconscious by the time the horrified bystanders saw her car get thrust into the nearest pole by the driver who ran the red.
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Lewis was seated in the red and yellow car and about to put on his helmet when he saw marshals, guests and staff hurrying in the direction of the paddock entrance. Focused on the next part of the race, he tried to stay grounded and drown out the sounds of shouting. "Lucas, radio check." he said to his engineer. "It's Lewis, radio check." Silence on the other end. He could now hear the sound of sirens in the air. "Lucas? Can-"
"Loud and clear, Lewis. Apologies for the delay, we were receiving a call from the stewards that there has been a car accident outside the entrance so there will be distractions during the second session."
Lewis grimaced and secured the position of his helmet on his head. Car accidents were awful to witness so he really felt sorry for those who were involved. He took hold of the steering wheel.
"That's awful. Do we know who it is? Has help arrived?" He asked sincerely.
"Uh, not really. They say it's a blue and red Audi and a black-"
"A what?" Lewis felt his blood run cold and his suit get tight. He didn't think he heard right. He couldn't have heard that right.
"A blue and red Audi. Anyways, let's focus on the ra-" Lewis didn't let Lucas finish because he shot up and scrambled to get out of the car he was strapped into. He fell out, landed on all fours but got up to rip off his helmet. His knees stung and there were shouts all around him but he had no time to listen. His skin was hot, his throat was tight and DAMN IT, WHY WOULDN'T HIS GLOVES COME OFF! Frustrated, he took off in a sprint towards the paddock entrance, shoving everybody out of his way. In the back of his foggy mind, he thought he heard barking right behind him but was too distracted to check.
When he finally made it off the racetrack property, he was buzzing with adrenaline, covered in sweat and coughing from screaming at the crowd to let him through. At the end of the driveway he could see two green ambulances and multiple police cars parked in a taped off area. "Oh, God. Oh God, no."
He only knew one person with a red and blue Audi. A red and blue Audi that he had gifted them. One person who hadn't yet arrived to the Ferrari garage.
He stumbled forward to take in the scene illuminated by flashing lights. But before he could mumble out another plea to God, he stopped dead in his tracks. A black body bag. Beside what was left of the blue and red Audi that belonged to his girlfriend.
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hihi i love your post and i see your request are open so of you dont mind can you do a bonedo reaction of them getting jealous or smth along those lines, and its completely up to you whether its nsfw or sfw
thank you !!:)
hiiii~ tysm for giving me the chance, i'm glad you like it. and ofc I'd be more than happy to do thisssss. I'll do it nsfw because OH MY GOSH HEAR ME OUT âŒïžâŒïž this came out quicker than i thought đ
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pairing: bnd legal line x reader.
warnings: +18, jealousy (duh), toxic behaviour, some smut, usage of the boy's real names.
summary: bnd legal line getting jealous over things and how i think they'll act in those situations.
note: if you find any typos, feel free to let me know so i can correct them~
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sungho;
he would get jealous over things that you couldn't even imagine, he wouldn't get jealous a lot tho, i see him as a very mature and confident person so if you guys are as in love as it appears to be he wouldn't mind.
but when he sees you're laughing way too much with jaehyun, touching his arm and him touching your hands while you both share a space in the small sofa, it makes him feel kinda pressured, his chest feeling heavy and an uncomfortable expression landing on his face.
"sungho, baby, everything okay?"
"yeah, it's just... what were you talking about with jaehyun earlier?"
"we were just joking, why? did i say something that upset you?"
"no, i... i just didn't like to see you being so close with him" you just looked at him in silence and he shaked his head before adding "i guess i was jealous that he was making you laugh so much"
"baby, you make me laugh too"
"i didn't like the way he held your hands and you let him"
"i'm sorry, it won't happen again if it makes you uncomfortable. but... you do know that i only like you, right? that you are the only one for me, right?"
and he would just shyly smile and nod before giving you a candid kiss, laying you down in bed to make love to you and remind you who was the only one for you.
riwoo;
sanghyeok is such a shy boy but he is also very playful when he feels comfortable so i definitely see him playing around with you and the boys, probably at the field or in a pool, laughing and having the best time of his life until he sees sungho playing a little bit too close to you, holding your waist and dodging balls or stopping the boys from splashing water at your face.
he would stop laughing right away, remaining silent for the rest of the afternoon, you didn't even notice because you were soooo busy with the other boys.
you would approach him but he wouldn't even look at you when you called his name, mumbling a soft "go talk to the boys about it" you honestly laughed at how cute he looked being this jealous, you cupped his face and kissed his lips without asking for permission, his cheeks flushing at that very instant.
"what are you doing?"
"can't i kiss my boyfriend?"
"you were ignoring me all day"
"i was not... at least not intentionally, look, hyeok-ah, i'm sorry, okay? can you forgive me this time?" and he would simply nod, holding your hand to go back into the group, they already knew what happened and apologized too for the misunderstanding.
the afternoon went by as normal but you could catch him glancing at you and holding your hand every time he had the chance.
jaehyun;
i am soooo sorry but he wouldn't stfu and watch, he is definitely coming up to you and the boy flirting the shit out of you to get you away from him.
"who's this? you know him?" when you denied with your head and your hands gripped his shirt he understood what was going on, giving the dude a glance before saying "isn't it obvious this is your sign out? get the fuck away from my girlfriend, man"
and you just KNOW that he is NOT leaving your side for the rest of the night, not even for ONE second, for nothing. he even took you to the bathroom with him, excusing himself with a "it's nothing you haven't seen before" and that painfully hot grin of his.
"i don't even know how he thought he got a shot with you" he would say once y'all are back at home, laying between your legs while he softly traced lines in your skin. "he should see how down bad you are for me" and you just laughed because he was right, you didn't have eyes for anyone else.
taesan;
RUN. literally just run. taesan is not a jealous person i'm afraid, he could be picky, yes, he could want something you have (like a game or something), yes. he could play around and pout over little things but he would never really get mad or jealous.
but god forbids the day he does, his hair is covering most of his forehead and yet you can see his eyebrows frowned and his eyes staring at the hand that was resting in your thigh. he himself didn't understand why he was feeling that way, intimidated, threatened and full of rage, it was leehan after all, it was his friend who was laughing with you, touching your thighs with soft palms when he laughed and looking down the opening of your dress by instinct.
yeah, that was not going to work.
that's why taesan stood up and walked to you, his voice sounding lower than usual when he said "stand up, we are leaving" you did not know what was happening but you were not going to go against him either. "were you having fun? having his hands all over you like you don't have me, huh?"
"i don't-"
"don't talk back, i don't wanna hear it"
"but i-"
"i bet he is thinking about you tonight, about how pretty you look in this dress" his hand drawed the curve of your waist. "how soft your hair is" this time he got his other hand to softly touch your hair. "and how good you smell" his face got lost in your neck and he just fucked the shit out of you afterwards, constantly letting you know that you were his.
only to be soooo ashamed the morning after about everything he said and did, but oh well, at least he got off.
leehan;
he would be jealous of everything, everyone and anything, because he could, he wanted and yeah. but it was mostly joking, he would be "jokingly jealous" all the time.
so the day he actually got jealous you didn't even realize it until it was too late. he kept telling you that he didn't like the way riwoo talked to you, that you guys were dancing too close to each other and that he didn't feel comfortable with it.
but again, you thought he was joking, why would he be for real if you always danced with riwoo? well, today was the day he didn't like it, he hated the way riwoo touched you and he knew that riwoo had nothing for you, it was just the dance and he did it professionally, then why?
"are you seriously mad?" you finally asked after he ignored you since you got home, just sitting by his fishtank and chewing some gum. "leehan, i'm talking to you"
"then don't"
"can you talk to me, please?"
"are you going to listen this time?" you just nodded and left out a sign when he got close to you. "i really dislike that dance, i hope that you can change it because i don't want you to dance with someone else like that"
"it's been the same dance since two weeks ago, hannie, what are you saying?"
"you said you'll listen"
"and i am but that's just-"
"you would look so good with your mouth around my cock instead of talking back like a bitch" well damn.
the deal was sealed, the dance was changed, riwoo and you made a different choreography and your lips were sucking him off for the rest of the night, he fucking you in missionary later just so he could stare at your eyes and kiss your lips when he came inside, mumbling how good you were for him. just for him.
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What if Gale fell on top of Tav after he got pulled out of the portal? How would he react to realizing he just accidentally got a face full of his savior's- *gets jumped by the horny police*
No! Not the horny police! So I went a bit fluffy for this prompt but I loved this ask for just a cute little something for Gale. Hope you like it! If you want something Smutty for Gale in the future just ask, I'm all ears....
Portal Mishaps
Gale x Fem!Tav
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First, trapped on the nautiloid, receiving a new tenant in the old cranium was not exactly what Gale had in mind. Then, when the wretched ship started bursting into fire, he thought his luck was finally changing; Gale was finally going to receive a win after what felt like nothing but losses. Then he ended upâŠin a rockâŠ
All his previous decisions had led to this, and honestly, it was humiliating⊠He's an archmage of Waterdeep, well versed in the weave, Mystras chosen! Well, Once chosen. Now, here he is in the cold abyss in between tunnels. Could things get worse? Maybe he shouldn't think that⊠The fates seem determined to have everything go wrong for him now, so it is best not to make it worse. Maybe it's for the best, a strange divine intervention. Gale knows his time is short, especially since he cannot clench his hunger. So perhaps he can save a lot of people the trouble and erupt within a rock.
So Gale puts his hands to the side and stays in the cold dark, letting it surround him. Letting the thoughts in his mind drift away. Just accepting thisâŠbut as he sits, something in him sparks. Gale is not one to take this fate lying down. No, it's not in his nature not to try; even till his last breath, he will fight. So, using what's remaining of his drained magic, he opens a wobbly portal. It's not the prettiest and relatively narrow, but he tries to free himself, pushing his arm through the tingling sparks of magic. He reaches out, trying to grab onto anything to pull him out of these dark depths, but nothing.
Gale continues to search; he just needs something or someone to help pull him free. Then, echoing through the dark, he hears a voice resonating through the portal. This is his chance to get its attention. Quickly, he reaches his hand out, desperately grabbing through the air.Â
"A hand? Anyone?!"
Muttering, then that same sweet voice ringing throughâŠ
"Just hang on! I will get you out!"Â
Soft hands warm him as they grab onto him and start to pull. Whoever his savior is, he vows to thank them endlessly as they never quit trying to pull him out. Their soft voice continues to encourage him that they will not give up and will save him. It's so full of promise and conviction that he feels like he could cry. Please just let him get through this, let him see his savor, let him thank them! Let him live!
With another powerful pull, Gale's body rushes forward; bright light blinds him as he tumbles out. The light is piercing, but he's never been so happy to see the white light; the smell of smoke and nature hits his nose in an overwhelming welcome. Gale has never liked the smell of smoke, but today, it is a welcomed scent he will probably now have a greater appreciation for. Gale falls onto very soft ground, like really soft ground? And it's taking everything in him not to rub his face in it and kiss the dirt benthe him. As Gale goes to inhale the sweet scent of the ground, he pauses,âŠperfume? And musk? Â
Gale's eyes start to refocus, and that's when he sees what he's landed on. When the realization smacks him like a ton of bricks, what he thought could be soft mounds of ground, he sees he's landed right onâŠbreast!Â
Quickly, he scrambles to get off you, and apologies fly from his lips. Gale goes to help you up, his cheeks red as his eyes flicker from your breast to your eyes, trying so hard to get past the awkward situation he's found himself in. Gale is trying to explain what happened to you and your two companions, your eyes much more understanding than those of the other two sets, who are suspiciously narrowed at him. Gale introduces himself as he's trying to piece together what's happened. He can't fight how his thoughts are scrambling with how soft you felt, how good you smell, and what if he would have fallenâŠsomewhere elseâŠ
Gale mentally chastises himself for his perverted thoughts; gods he's touched starved, isn't he? Two sets of breasts to the face, and he's spiral. The worst part is you are completely pleasant, even apologizing to him about where he landed as if it was somehow your fault. Maybe his luck has changed? He did manage to fall on a very kind stranger who happens to also be in his predicamentâŠ
After a brief discussion about your situation and impending doom, Gale offers you two to join up. Judging from the two mysterious tags along with you, he figures you could use a wizard and a cook in your camp. Your face lights up in an excited smile, immediately going to say yes, but the dark-haired girl quickly puts her hand over your mouth, and she and the pale guy pull you two to the side for a huddled conversation. Gale tries to seem like he's not eavesdropping, though he is happy you're saying you all could use a wizard's talents, and you think he's nice? Awe.Â
"Seems like a chatty type," the half-elf says;- shit, he is chattyâŠ
"Don't forget he did cop a feel darlingâŠperverted if you ask meâŠ" -Perverted!? It was an accident!Â
"Oh, Astarion, hush. You pulled a knife on me. You're no judge of character, and Shadowheart, if you don't want to talk to him, just send him my way." You look over your shoulder and smile at Gale, making his heart skip. I enjoy a good conversationâŠ"Â
Coming back over, you accept him in your group, introduce everyone, and start your adventure to look for a healer. Gale will try not to have any more mishaps regarding you, but he is only a man⊠as he walks beside you, trying to make a conversation, Gale feels someone staring at him. Turning his head, he sees Astarion walking behind him and Tav with a wide, knowing smirkâŠÂ Â
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I just stumbled across your blog and I really love your headcanons! If you had the time, I was wondering if you could do the bachelors reacting to a mute farmer?
bachelors with a mute!farmer || headcanons
being mute isn't as hard when you have these considerate men around <3
warning: this is under the assumption that the reader cannot speak at all! all include sign language as a form of communication :) other warnings are that certain townies are VERY SLIGHTLY ableist (jodi, george). take this whole story with a grain of salt, as i am not mute! i tried my hardest, however, please let me know if something is wrong/offensive/just straight up stupid! i'd love to learn where i went wrong :)
requested by: anon, thank you so much for requesting! and i deeply apologize for the fact that this took around a year to come out ... oopsie daisy ... my stardew valley hyperfixation went bye bye but guess who's backkkk?? anyway! here you go, better late than never :)
alex
âą Alex honestly had no idea what to do when he realized that you were mute. He had no idea what to do, and you saw it on his face. He wanted to interact with you, you looked pretty interesting, but ... he had no idea where to start. So, you offered to teach him sign. He was surprised to see that you had that much faith in him, and he rejected initially, but ... he really wanted to have a new friend. It seemed like you were a genuine person, and he needed that in his life. So he did.
âą You taught him sign, and this was probably one of the hardest things he's done. He believes he's not very bright, so he's incredibly nervous. But he works so hard for you! He didn't really know why he did, as you were just a new neighbor. Maybe you could be more? You could be a true friend! That's what he's looking forward to the most.
âą As he began getting fluent and he learned more about you, the more he enjoyed being around you. Someone actively took a chance on him, and he's forever grateful. He opened up a lot to you, and you reassured him through all of it. He was the smartest person you knew because of how well he picked up sign ... he cried a little bit, although he really doesn't want to admit that.
âą He realized how close you've gotten, and how his feelings haven't stopped growing for you. So, he had to do something about it! A soft, well-candlelit dinner was prepared for you, and he asked you out fully through sign! He had worked so hard on preparing a fully thought-out speech through sign for you ... it was so incredibly sweet. He really does love you.
âą Alex was incredibly defensive of you, and would probably fight anyone who tried him. He even had several arguments with George. He wasn't the most supportive and definitely had some comments, especially since he literally couldn't see the sign ... but through Alex, he was convinced. Everything was fine, especially with Alex doing his best to convince those around him.
âą Overall, Alex loves you and it shows. It shows through every piece of sign that he learns, every action that he does for you, and everything that he says to you and others. He adores every aspect of you, and he loves your bravery and your amazing soul. He can't get enough of you.
elliot
âą Elliot is definitely a romantic, and when you didn't respond to his minor flirting, he was very confused. But when he realized you were mute, he dramatically gasped and apologized, basically dropping to his knees. He felt horrible, and promised to make it up to you.
âą For a while, you talked back and forth through letters, since he was often stuck at home writing. He finds that he can write a lot more through his letters to you than he can his own book. Isn't that strange? He brings it up to you in one of his letters, and he eventually invites you over to his cabin. He bounces ideas for his book off of you, and strangely, it's so much easier to communicate with you ... how strange.
âą He ends up learning sign for you in his free time, although it takes a while due to his busy schedule. He still prefers to write letters to you, it seems much more personal and definitely more romantic. He eloquently writes about his life and inquires you about yours.
âą Elliot realizes that maybe this situation isn't just romantic to be romantic ... maybe there were feelings underneath, feelings that Elliot had never truly felt before. He ended up writing poetry about you, pages and pages. He can't get you out of his head! He had to let you know. You found out through a book of poetry sitting in your mailbox, and after reading through it, it was undeniable that it was about you. He was infatuated ... and so were you.
âą He's incredibly protective of you, making sure to keep you out of harm's way as much as possible. If anyone were to say so much as one hateful word to you, he'd make a scene. With his dramatic flare, he'd declare them an imbecile and swoop you away to a safe place. It's in his nature, did you think anything less?
âą Elliot'e romantic side has never been greater than with you. Romance and genuine feelings have always been apart in his mind, but they've both culminated in a beautiful love with you. He doesn't mind your muteness, he finds it beautiful and inspiring. You're his muse, of course.
harvey
âą Harvey is incredibly understanding, and he tried his best to understand you as much as possible! He has no problem learning how to communicate with you and how to help you out as much as possible! He's the most understanding of your condition, and asks many questions about how and why you're this way. Not in a hateful way or anything, he just wants to understand you fully!
âą As your doctor, he's definitely concerned for your health at first, but his nerves are calmed eventually. He slowly works toward getting to know you despite your condition, and he loosens up a little bit. He's so sweet and kind toward you, and he can't believe he's befriended someone as lovely as you.
âą He opens up about his color blindness soon enough, and how debilitating it can seem. You bond over that, and he finds it easy to open up to you. He's used to being the listener, it's literally his profession, but it's nice to be listened to for once.
âą Harvey realized this was a lot more than just a friendship, due to his heart racing when he's around you ... wow. He didn't expect this, and he really doesn't know how to act on it. But as you two hang out on the pier of the beach one night, he can't help but admire you instead of the stars. You notice, and he can't hide it anymore. He asks so nervously if you feel the same way he does. You answer with a gentle kiss on his cheek. He melts.
âą He is very defensive of your condition, if someone says anything slightly derogatory, he will go off on a medical tangent. He justifies everything with an array of medical terms, enough to put anyone at a loss for words. Once Harvey silences the other person, he apologizes heavily, but still defends his love.
âą Harvey loves you, and it shows through his concern for you and his deep affection for you. You're such an amazing and brave person, and he admires every bit of it. He admires you more than anything, and he would reshape the world if it meant to keep you safe.
sam
âą Sam, despite his loud and energized nature, doesn't mind the fact that you're mute! He finds interacting with you regulating, in some kind of way. He has to calm down a bit to concentrate on communicating effectively with you. He enjoys talking to someone who has such a different viewpoint on life!
âą Sam actually knew sign language before he met you! While in the war, Kent had sent a letter home that he had gone have deaf due to the constant noise of the war. Jodi then forced her family to learn sign language as soon as possible, so communicating with him was incredibly easy!
âą Being able to actually use his sign language is actually pretty fun! He's very fluent, and he enjoys seeing your personality through your sign. He also enjoys your personality in general, how you overcome not speaking and your bravery. He finds that you both enjoy music, and it's a major bonding point between the two of you.
âą Showing each other different songs that you enjoy was a staple of your hangout sessions. He finds those evenings the ones that he looks forward to the most, watching you smile and bop your head to the music. It's soft, it's sweet, it's ... lovely. As his feelings approach him, he can't get you out of his head ... his writer's block comes to an end. Eventually, he ends up playing a song for you. The love that he has for you is evident through the lyrics. And then ... a soft kiss as the song goes on, you would probably scream in joy if you could.
âą His mom is ... not the most fond of you being mute. He doesn't really care, as he mostly just ignores her. He loves her but good god, her views ... so, he chooses your friendship more than anything. And when you two travel to something more, he chooses that over the relationship with his mother. She has a few passive aggressive comments, but she eventually gets over it enough to only give you a few side-eyes.
âą Despite every hardship, Sam loves you. Every aspect of you is perfect in his eyes, and he wouldn't change anything about you. Sam adores your wonderful personality, despite not ever really hearing a voice behind your wonderful words. He doesn't care, you're you, and that's what matters.
sebastian
âą Sebastian is the most quiet of all of the bachelors, so it makes sense that he would be naturally drawn to someone with a similar vibe. He doesn't mind the fact that you don't speak, and he finds ways to adjust.
âą At first, he doesn't put too much effort into learning sign language to communicate. He doesn't see the reason why, you're just another person in town. But after Sam started speaking to you through sign language and you crossed paths more ... he decided to, why not?
âą After talking to you, he realized that you have a lot in common. This makes him excited to finally have someone to relate to, and more and more, he asks you to hang out. Most of the time you end up doing things together in silence, but when you do talk, it's deep and personal.
âą Falling for you was not his intention and came out of absolutely no where. He thought he was destined to spend the rest of his life shrouded in darkness, but this one quiet beam of light pulled him out of that. Huh. How odd. It took a lot of mutual pining for this to come to the surface, however. You called out that he accidentally used the sign for âI love youâ when saying goodbye ... his pale face went bright red. Safe to say, you didn't say goodbye that evening. A long talk and a kiss goodnight, you two ended up together. As you should be.
âą He doesn't really give the time of day to the people who don't understand you. A deep side eye and an aggressive sigh usually escape him, but he tells you not to worry about it. He shows you that he loves you no matter what, and âpeople fucking suck.â
âą Sebastian relates heavily to you, and really loves you. He can't believe he's found someone who relates to him so well, but also has such a kind and genuine soul. He loves you more than life itself and enjoys your company more than anything on this planet.
shane
âą Shane is probably the most guarded person in Stardew Valley, and it shows when he meets you. He could care less about you at first, pretty much ignoring your every movement. He doesn't really care that you're mute, he just doesn't care about you period. He's not really there yet, mentally.
âą However, things change when you offer him a beer. He's confused by your kindness, and you can't really explain yourself because he doesn't understand sign. His curiosity is piqued. So, he asks Marnie if she knows any sign, and she refers him to Jodi, who eventually refers him to Sam. He hates the idea of having to work with Sam, but he can't help himself. He was too curious.
âą After picking up a bit, he ends up offering you a beer in solidarity. He then thinks for a moment before showing the sign for beer. Your excitement warms his rather cold heart ... that's new. He just communicates by speaking, but he can read sign, so that seems like enough in his eyes.
âą He finds it easy to talk to you, as you're such an interesting and perseverant person. It inspires him to begin working on himself. He pushes himself to work hard ... for you. Huh. Then, as if the sky was falling around him, he realized he was falling for you. He began pushing you away, until you basically cornered him at the bar. You took him to a private room where he rambled on about how perfect you were and how he was just going to ruin you. You eventually just signed âlove ?â He looked like a scared child and just nodded. He signed âI love youâ with shaking hands. But of course, so did you.
âą His assholery is on full display when someone tries to come at you. He doesn't do it as eloquently or kind as some others, he just curses and insults until they shut their trap. They have no room to talk in his eyes.
âą Despite his cold nature, Shane really does love you. He has no problems with your nature and sees it as a contrast to his own nature. He finds that enamoring and beautiful, unlike himself. He's working on himself, for you.
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Choices
pairing: logan x reader, pato oâward x reader
summary: when your first love comes back into your life, you are stuck between two choices.
a/n: please enjoy my drunk, post-indy, fic idea (i wrote most of the plot while drunk at the bar. college towns are great guys đ)
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âI am so proud of you, amor!â Pato hugs you as soon as he sees you after your graduation. Heâs been supporting you since you joined the team as an undergraduate engineering last summer with Arrow McLaren.
âI couldnât have done it without your support, Pato,â you smile, admiring your boyfriend. He would make sure to visit you when he got the chance, and he always picked up when you called needing to vent or asking for motivation. Your lock screen was a picture of the two of you at a hockey game you snuck him into the student section for, he showed up as a surprise that weekend to help you relax.
âDonât say that, you got this because of your own merit. The guys send their congratulations, by the way,â Pato tells you. The only people who know about you dating are the other drivers, you didnât want to risk your internship.
âI hope they arenât too tired of me, I just accepted an offer for a full time position,â you tell him what youâve been keeping secret the past few months.
âYou deserve it. Does that mean you will be coming to Indy with me?â Pato asks, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.
âOf course. Now, letâs find my parents, I know they will want pictures,â you kiss Pato quickly before looking for your parents. He spots them waiting a few yards away and pulls you over. They have to leave after a celebratory lunch, but Pato stays to help you finish packing up your apartment. You utilize his muscles for putting things in your U-Haul trailer. He even manages to convince you to let him drive to Indianapolis with you.
It doesnât take you long to settle in with the team that year. Your coworkers throw you a 23rd birthday party the next spring, inviting everyone who worked in the garage (including the drivers) to celebrate. You worked your tail off proving why you deserve to be there and they said you deserve to let loose before the summer.
Later that second summer you are on a date with Pato for your two year anniversary when you get a call from your boss offering a promotion, which you quickly accept.
âYou deserve it, youâve worked so hard,â Pato reaches across the table, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.
âYour support makes it possible, babe,â you reply, squeezing his hand back. You are so helplessly in love with him. At the end of the season, Pato has a ring picked out and he had a plan before he is flown out to Abu Dahbi to drive in free practice for Formula One.
Unbeknownst to Pato, while he is away you are asked to join a virtual meeting with some higher up engineers at McLaren.
âWeâd like you to join our Formula One team as we finish developing next yearâs car. We will assist in your relocation, all you need to do is say yes,â the offer is virtually laid in front of you. Your mind immediately goes to Pato.
âWhen do you need an answer?â you ask, making sure you donât sound disinterested.
âTwo days,â they say and you nod.
âIâll have my decision into you by then. Thank you so much for the opportunity,â you tell them, mulling it over in your brain. A copy of the details pops up in your inbox.
âWe hope you say yes,â they tell you as you leave the call.
As you read the document, you know what your answer is going to be. The next day Pato returns and you go for a walk through the local park.
âWill you marry me?â Pato blurts and your heart drops.
âPatricio-,â you start and he cuts you off.
âI know, we are young but-,â this time you cut him off.
âIâm moving to England. McLaren wants me to move to the F1 team, and they are offering to pay for me to get my Masters as well as helping with my relocation, and the money is good,â you start to ramble but stop when the hurt in his eyes matches the hurt in your heart.
âMi amor, I can support you here, I have enough money for both of us,â he says, praying you didnât accept yet.
âBabe, I know, but I have to do it for myself. I have to accept the job,â you say, silently pleading that he understands.
âWhat about us,â tears start rolling down his cheeks.
âI donât know, Patricio,â tears form in your eyes as you say his name softly, he loves it when you call him by his full name.
âWe can make it work,â Pato says, despite both of you knowing it wonât.
âPato,â your voice cracks with emotion. The two of you know what has to happen.
âI know. At least keep this, itâs only meant for you. Maybe one day it will be on its rightful place,â he pulls out the ring and shows it to you. Thatâs when the tears flow, and he pulls you into him.
âPlease donât think that I donât love you. I would say yes a million times if it wasnât for this offer. This is the hardest decision Iâve ever made,â you cry as he holds you tight.
âI know. I love you more than you know,â he whispers. He walks you back to your apartment, leaving you with a heartfelt kiss goodbye. A few days later you are gone.
When you meet Logan and Oscar, you are wary of them, they remind you too much of Pato, but it only takes a week for them to crack your shell. They saw how sad you were and learned how young you are and immediately wanted to get to know the new American on the team.
You carefully balance work and classes, wishing you could pick up the phone and call Pato, but you canât. Instead, you fiddle with the ring you keep on a chain around your neck, you added a P charm to the necklace.
âY/n! I want you to meet Logan, heâs American too,â Oscar drags a blonde boy into the motorhome behind him during testing. You look up from your coursework and offer a welcoming smile.
âThere arenât many Americans around, are there?â you jokingly ask, motioning for Logan to sit down.
âNo. So where are you from?â Logan asks as you quickly mark where you are at. Oscar slips out of the room, hoping his matchmaking skills worked as you tell Logan about your start in Indycar.
Oscar failed at first, you were determined to keep Logan in the friend zone. But he broke down your walls and somehow convinced you to date him a couple months later.
Everything goes smoothly from late May until October when COTA comes around. You visit your family the week before the race, and thatâs when your mother drops a bomb.
âWhat are you going to do when you see Pato this weekend?â she asks.
âWhat?â
âDidnât you see? Pato is driving free practice at COTA and Mexico,â your mom tells you and you feel your stomach flip, it takes everything in you to not reach for the ring around your neck.
âNo, I mustâve missed that email,â you say softly. You do really love Logan, but there is a reason you canât bring yourself to take off the necklace unless you are with Logan. Thereâs been times when you have wanted to tell him, Oscar, and Lando about Pato, but you never do, itâs too painful.
You arrive at COTA and itâs clear something is off, but you brush every question off. Pato arrives the same way, nervous to see you again. He is wearing a hair tie on his wrist, one that you left behind. He wears it for the same reason you wear the ring.
âOh! One of our engineers is from America, used to work in IndyCar. Maybe you know her,â Lando says to Pato, not picking up on Patoâs uncomfortableness as Lando drags him around. Itâs odd for the Mexican driver to be uncomfortable.
âY/n, hi,â Pato awkwardly and breathlessly says, you almost drop your tablet from where you are standing in the garage. How is it possible for him to look this good.
âPatricio, hi. How are you doing? Tough luck on the 500, I meant to text you,â you say softly, setting the tablet down and approaching him and Lando. He can barely breathe, to him youâve only gotten more beautiful.
âThanks, itâs okay, Iâll get it next year. Maybe I wouldâve won if you were there,â Pato ruefully smiles, your heart drops.
âMaybe, but donât think like that. Youâve always been okay driving without me,â you match his rueful smile. Lando looks between you, a little confused. Pato goes to say something, noticing a P sticking out of the collar of your shirt where a necklace is, but Oscar interrupts.
âHey, Logan is looking for you outside,â Oscar tells you, you canât suppress the happy look on your face.
âIt was nice talking to you again, Pato,â you tell the Mexican and quickly exit towards where Logan is waiting.
âHow do you know her?â oscar asks suspiciously, picking up the longing look Pato is giving you.
âSheâs my ex, she broke up with me when she moved to formula one. We were going to get married,â Lando cringes. he remembers how sad you were when you joined the team, itâs why he befriended you. âWho is Logan?â Pato asks Oscar, feeling like heâs missing something.
âHer boyfriend,â Oscar says, feeling the urge to defend his best friend and engineer, but also wanting to crawl in a hole and die.
âThatâs something you need to talk about with her, if it makes any difference, she was unhappy for a long time after moving here,â Lando says, ending that topic.
Pato nods, turning his focus to the drive. Luckily for you, you are currently one of Landoâs engineers, so you are busy with him all weekend.
âY/n, we should talk,â Pato approaches you carefully.
âPato,â you say his name warily, itâs like a dagger to his heart.
âPlease. Come with me to Mexico. I wonât try anything out of respect to your boyfriend, but we both deserve to talk about some stuff. Plus, Mami and Elba miss you,â Pato says and you pause to think about it.
âSan Antonio is on the way,â you think out loud, still mulling it over.
âItâs just tomorrow that weâd be there, leaving first think Tuesday morning to get to the track on time,â Pato insists. Even if itâs a bad idea, almost all of you wants to go.
âOkay, Iâll join you,â you relent, and he almost hugs you.
âIâll drive you from the hotel,â Pato says, turning to leave before turning around again. âYou will have to unblock my number so I can text you,â he adds and you fight the smile playing on your lips.
âI never blocked you, Patricio,â you admit, and his heart melts at how you say his name.
âOh, I will see you soon then,â he says, not quite sure how to reply, leaving you to pack you backpack.
âYou okay?â Lando asks and you shoot him a weird look.
âWhy wouldnât I be?â
âWe know you used to date him,â Lando says and your eyes widen.
âWe?â
âOscar and I, yeah. Wait, you arenât even denying it,â
âI broke up with him to take the job here when he was proposing even when I wanted to say yes, we dated most of the time I was at Arrow McLaren, I still wear his ring and initial on a necklace,â you blurt, knowing Lando isnât going to judge too much.
âOh. Wow, ok. Is it a nice ring?â Lando asks and you tug the chain, pulling it in front of your polo. âHe has good taste. What were you talking about?â Lando pushes further as you tuck the chain behind your polo again.
âIâm going to San Antonio with him tonight and tomorrow,â you say, needing someone to confide in that isnât your college friends.
âDoes Logan know?â Lando asks and you shake you head.
âThatâs the next step, once you are done asking questions,â you bump his shoulder lightly.
âNo, like, does he know about your history with Pato,â Lando asks, glad Oscar isnât around.
âNo, I can never bring myself to tell him. I think we both know that we might not last past this season,â you admit. Logan and you had said as much to each other a couple weeks ago. He admitted that he isnât sure where he sees it going after the season.
âOh, Iâm sorry,â Lando pauses, thinking about it.
âDonât be, he knows that I had just gotten out of a serious relationship when we became friends and I know he isnât ready for something long term yet. Obviously Iâm still going to try to make things work, because I do love him, but Iâm also going to take comfort in knowing that we tried,â you pull your backpack over your shoulders. Lando says a quick goodbye before you walk out to find Loganâs rental car where he is waiting.
âHey sweetie,â he kisses you when you get in. Any tension in your body leaves when you see him.
âHi, Lo, ready to get back to the hotel?â you ask as he backs out of the space.
âSo ready, I just want cuddles and a nap,â Logan groans a little, you reach up and play with the ends of his hair as he drives. Despite you having a room from McLaren, you are staying with Logan in his room this race weekend.
âThat sounds perfect,â you admire the way the sun makes his hair look lighter and his blue eyes clearer. You change while he takes a quick shower, tucking the necklace into a pocket in your backpack.
âDonât go to San Antonio with Pato,â Logan says suddenly while you lay in bed with him.
âWhat?â
âCome with me back to Fort Lauderdale instead, please. I heard Pato tell Oscar that you were joining him, and I know your history with him even if you didnât explicitly tell me. And I get it, it must be hard to bring up. I donât want to lose you, I love you,â Logan whispers and you feel your gut twist as you are left with a choice.
Logan offers you a chance to start fresh and continue the new relationship you built, but Pato offers the chance to rekindle an old flame that never quite burnt out. How the hell are you going to choose.
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Drarry fics where Draco is absolutely whipped for Harry? Especially love when everyone seems to know it except for Harry.
Thanks! :)
Hi there! Itâs hard to see Draco let Harry do whatever he pleases even when heâs pining ahaha but I do have a few suggestions. Would highly recommend eidheann and lettered as authors who usually write fics with a hopelessly in love Draco:
The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks Heâs Real Smooth by hiimcibee (T, 19k)
Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is â Dracoâs beloved!
And Back Again (Where You Belong) by eidheann (E, 16k)
He thought back on their previous handshakes, and smiled faintly at the fact they always seemed to mean so much more to him than they did to Potter.
Whoo Knew? by oceaxe (E, 18k)
Despite having had a crush on his Auror partner for years, Draco's been biding his time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his case. But when Harry subscribes to a new wizarding personals service, Draco gets a wake-up call.
Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (E, 19k)
In which Harry thinks heâs a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.
Nothing But You On My Mind by Moonflower_Rose (M, 21k)
Potter has been in Australia on an internship for almost a year, and Draco cannot wait for him to get back home. They'll finally have a chance to talk about their feelings for each other. What could possibly go wrong? Loads, as it turns out.
The Green Vial by eidheann (E, 31k)
After months of seeing Harry Potter walk into his Apothecary disappointed and hopeless, Draco offers to carry the baby that Harry can't. Now he's just got to hide the fact that he's been half in love with Harry for years.
dirtynumbangelboy by magpie_fngrl (E, 39k)
After Harryâs unfortunate encounter with his ex, Draco Malfoy makes him a proposition. Draco wants his parents to stop matchmaking him and Harry wants to make his ex jealous. All they need to do is simply pretend theyâre in love. Problem is⊠Draco already is.
Another Heart Whispers Back by slytherco (E, 53k)
At twenty-five, Harry Potter is still a virgin and sorely lacking in options to change that state anytime soon. To help him find a plus one for Ron and Hermioneâs wedding, and maybe kill two birds with one stone, Harryâs friends set him up on a series of blind dates. The only problem is, thereâs something not quite right with each of their candidates.
Harry Potter Gives a Shit by talithan (E, 58k)
âWhere are you headed?â âNo place special,â Draco fumbled, and flushed further. But then: âI can change that,â said Harry Potter.
Finely Drawn Lines by The_Sinking_Ship (E, 61k)
Draco doesnât consider himself an artist (though the dozens of sketchbooks lining his shelves might suggest differently). Yet ever since Potter returned to Hogwarts, accepting a teaching position alongside Draco, his drawings have taken on a rather singular focus.
Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (E, 104k)
Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.
By the Grace by lettered (T, 140k)
Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.
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oc interview tag
thanks @willtheweaver for the tag!
this one looks like fun!
i'll be using Edeva from Ruin's Reprisal for this one,
Were you named after anyone? - "Well, my middle name comes from a distant relative - Maenaire, I think there was a legend written about her once, I never had the chance to find out her story but my mother clearly saw some similarities between us."
When was the last time you cried? - "Ah, that. Do tears of anger count? I cried enough while I was screaming at Fenley for being a mangisen - that's a pig, in my native language. I think he got the message, tears or not."
Do you have any kids? - "No. I never considered children, and I don't think motherhood is a suitable role for an Exilza. I would never subject a child to this life, but if that ever changes... I don't know, maybe I would, if I found someone - someone that was right."
Do you use sarcasm a lot? - "More often with Fenley than not, I don't know why he just- Brings something out in me."
What is the first thing you notice about people? - "...In the old days, I would have said their faces. Faces can change, they can hide things, but I always looked at the eyes - These days, I notice whether someone is armed. I know more dangerous people than not at present and... It can never hurt to be safe."
What is your eye colour? - "Blue. Though Fenley would have many other things to say - He pays far more attention than I."
Scary movies or happy endings? - "I need no tales to know fear, and though I have yet to know one, I'd prefer a happy ending."
Any special talents? - "I can silence the most fearsome man the country has ever known with a single word, does that count? Oh, and please don't tell Fenley."
Where were you born? - "Vitaire Manor, right here in Aliria."
Do you have any pets? - "I was too preoccupied with the goings on of Court to take responsibility for anything other than myself, sadly. And in the wilderness now, I would wish that upon no animal."
What sort of sports do you play? - "Something of a verbal sparring match with Fenley, though sometimes, rare times - things almost turn violent. He never lets me harm him or myself in the process, which is nice. And despite what he says - I do win our arguments."
How tall are you? - "As much as I would love to call myself average, Fenley's laughter can be heard from here - I know, I know, I'm not as tall as I think I am."
What was your favourite subject in school? - "I seldom had proper lessons, aside from personal tutors but... I learned to dance, with Arden. That was one of the lessons I enjoyed the most."
What is your dream job? - "I've never had a job. I've always had an expectation - my engagement to Arden decided most of my life, until our wedding day - Well, I won't say being engaged to a Prince is simple, but it was certainly easier than being an Exilza."
now for the tags! i just updated my tag list so here goes! no pressure of course, looking forward to getting to know some other people's characters! - also open tag!
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SOS
Part 1
Pairing: Jey Uso x OC x Damian Priest
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2.6k
a/n: Ya girl is alive yâall! I wanted to revamp this because I felt like y'all deserved more! Thank you to everyone who has supported me and my work. I love y'all! All likes, comments, reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated!
-divider by @cafekitsune
Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion as the entire roster hooped and hollered in celebration of Trinâs return at the Royal Rumble. While shots, champagne and cocktails were being thrown back, all Amirah could do was watch the way her best friend humbly received the love she deserved with tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. It was such a full circle moment for her; comforting Trinity when leaving the company broke her, supporting her decision to join Impact! Wrestling, then experiencing the reception of her homecoming. Watching her fall back into the swing of things like she never left felt so satisfying. Before she could spiral into an emotional breakdown, a large hand waving in her face snapped her out of her thoughts making her scrunch her nose in confusion. âAye, girl! You good?â Jimmyâs furrowed brows and jutted out bottom lip came into focus, immediately coaxing a laugh out of her. Jimmy was one person that you could count on to lift your spirits without even trying- he was the textbook definition of goofy.
âI'm good, promise!â If he doubted she was telling the truth, the content glimmer in her eyes deterred him from pressing the matter any further. Instead, she looped her arm with his and dragged him back over to their friends where they could enjoy their night out. Plopping down on the sectional next to Trinity, the group of superstars fell into easy conversation catching up with those who are on a different brand as they only see each other during the major PLEs. Somehow the chat turned into the couples pestering the single people; i.e Bayley and Amirah. Bay may have fought to defend herself, but she just found their concern amusing. âListen. I don't treat being single like a punishment. I love being by myself. I aint gotta worry about nobody cheating on me, nobody resenting me for my career or trying to police my body.â No lies were detected as they all had no choice but to agree. Relationships in their business were hard whether you were with a fellow pro wrestler or a regular person. âBesides, the chances of finding real love like yâall are slim as hell!â
âI know that's right!â Bianca gloated; her and Montezâs reality show was doing so well that they were WWEâs IT couple. Mirah playfully chucked a straw at their girlfriend while Trin, Bay, and Jade were too busy laughing at her EST antics surfacing outside of the ring. â What about you and Damian? I be seeing yâall posted up looking cozy?â The question got a chorus of âoooohsâ from the women, but Bayley made a face of disgust at her friendsâ insinuation. âGirl no. We're just good friends. That man doesn't have a committal bone in his body.â Amirah hummed in affirmation having heard the rumors about Damian Priest and his revolving door of women. âI'm honestly surprised that the two of you arenât close. He's from New York, you're from New York. He's single and you've sworn off relationships. And I know you like them a little older.â The womanâs jaw dropped at Bayleyâs insane attempt at matchmaking. âGirl are you trying to set me up with a sneaky link?â That sent all of the women into another uncontrollable fit of laughter. âYou do need some dick.â Trin wheezed out, furthering Amirahâs appalled facial expression before she swatted her best friendâs arm. âYou know what? Iâm out of here.â A laugh bubbled out of her as she stood dramatically from their huddle only to turn and lock eyes with Jey Uso.
There he was hugging his twin with his chocolate orbs boring into her chestnut ones. Spinning on her heel, she suggested the girls go down to the dance floor for a song or two. âCome on y'all. We can't let this night pass without shaking a lil something.â Clasping Trinityâs hands, she pulled her to her feet then tugged her towards the stairs with a âWeâre going downstairs to dance for a little bit, Jim,â thrown over her shoulder. They scurried by without waiting for a response although she knew Jimmy and Montez were going to follow them anyway to keep an eye on the group. One of the things that Amirah and Trinity bonded over was their love of music and dance with both of them being former dancers. As much as Jimmy hated it when Trin showed her ass, he was going to have to suck it up tonight because they were owed some time to let loose. All that is holy must've been on their side because as soon as they made it to the center of the dancefloor, Twerk by the City Girls and Cardi B blared on the speakers. âCome on, Trin! Lemme see something!â It was always fun to get Trin and Bianca to cut up because Trin was going to kill it every time but Bianca had no damn rhythm. The club was playing banger after banger after banger after banger. If they weren't professional athletes, their feet and edges would be shot to hell. Amirah was throwing her ass back on Trinity, both of them cackling at Jade and Bayley trying to show B how to catch the beat when the tempo slowed to a ballad. Of course it was a song that a nigga always dedicated to her to make her feel special and now it pissed her off.
This is for you, you, my number one
This is for you, you, my number one
Oh, yeah, yeah-yeah
This is for you, you, my number one
Sucking her teeth as Jimmy giddily cut in for a slow dance with his wife, Mirah cut through the crowd to head back to their section for another drink when she bumped into the only person she did not want to see. His grills seemed to glow in the low light of the club but before he could get a word out, she took a sharp left in search of the restroom. A wave of nausea crawled through her body and she needed to gather herself after coming in contact with that parasite. Just when her hand grasped the doorknob of the ladies room for a moment of solitude, a large hand engulfed her other wrist pausing her movements. âMirahâŠâ She didnât even need to turn around to know who the trifling ass voice belonged to. Calmly snatching her wrist from his hold, she shifted her weight to one foot with a snarl etched on her gloss coated lips. âIâm sorry. Do we know each other?â Jeyâs eyes softened at her faux confusion as he took a step toward her and her, taking a step back to keep space between them. âMirah, come on. I just wanna talk to you. I wanna explain myself.â His pleading only made the bile in her throat rise, making her face twist in disgust.Â
âNigga, you shouldâve thought about talking to me before you just cut me off like I was some random bitch.â Her words dripped with malice in hope of it being enough to get him to leave her alone. âWe ainât got shit to talk about as far as Iâm concerned.â Shoulder checking him as she walked by, not even wanting to be in the same building as him, Jey fought the urge to reach out to her again. He knew getting her to talk to him would be near impossible, but he was determined. Amirah was worth taking accountability and uncomfortable conversations.Â
Amirah shuffled through the sea of bodies on the dance floor to find her friends and wish them a goodnight. Trinity spotted the agitated look on her best friendâs face immediately even though she tried to plaster a smile over it. âWhat happened, boo?â Trinâs brows furrowed in worry only to have Mirah wave it off. âNothing! Iâm good. Iâm just going to call it night. That liquor ainât sitting right in my stomach.â The lie came out faster than she could even register, but it wasnât a total lie. That bastard did indeed make her sick to her stomach. âOh okay! Weâll go back with you. I wanna make sure youâre okay.â Gesturing for Jimmy to come over to the two of them, Amirah shook her head in protest. âHell no. You stay and keep celebrating. You deserve it! Iâll be fine! I already called an Uber and Iâll text you when Iâm back in my room.â Pulling her bestie into a tight embrace, she gave her a fat kiss on the cheek before moving to hug their group of friends goodbye. Much to her delight, no one questioned her sudden decline of health too much, just the request of a text message to let them know when she got back to the hotel. With a promise that she would text them as soon as she got in, Mirah flew to the exit of the club like a bat out of hell.Â
Sucking in a breath of fresh air, the feeling of relief washed over her soothing the queasiness that plagued her. The Florida streets were surprisingly peaceful at night, allowing her to fully collect herself and actually call an Uber so she just wasnât standing outside of the club like a lame. As she pulled her phone out of her black purse, the clubâs doors opened once more flooding the silence with music. A tap on her shoulder made her slap a friendly smile on her face in case it was a fan wanting an autograph or a picture. But, it was neither and her smile morphed into one of shock when she came face to face with Señor Money in the Bank. Damian was dark and broody so she did not expect to see him at a nightclub, but if his reputation precedes him then he was here for a woman- or two. âSeñor Money in the Bank. To what do I owe the pleasure?â Wiping the shock off her face, she mirrored his playful and dare she say- flirty smirk. âWell I was by the bar when I saw you rush out so I just wanted to make sure you were okay.â Feigning surprise, Amirah placed a hand over her heart and cooed at his sweet gesture. âWait until everyone finds out that Señor Playboy is a gentleman.â
Her teasing pulled a chuckle out of him as he cocked a brow in question. âPlayboy huh?â âMhmm Iâve heard about you.â Laughing once more, Damian accepted defeat but pushed for info on his supposed playboy reputation. âSo youâve been asking about me?â Zeroing in on Amirahâs smaller frame with his almost charcoal gaze, it was her turn to laugh. âYou wish.â His smile broadened at her bratty comeback before he very noticeably gave her a once over. âÂĄTe ves hermosa.â Damianâs eyes met hers again with his gravelly voice scratching her brain deliciously. Maybe Bayley was right; he was fun. âOh I know.â Mirah shot down his suave Spanish approach smugly, crossing her arms over her chest. âÂżHablas español?â âNo, but you pick up a few things when you live in Harlem for a while.âÂ
Both intrigued and amused by the other superstarâs answer, Damian vowed to get to know her better in any capacity. âYou know I was actually heading back to the hotel myself. Why donât we share a ride? Uber is already on the way.â After contemplating getting in a car with him, Amirah pointed an accusatory finger at him. âIf you insist, BUT no funny business.â Raising his hands in mock surrender, he flashed another cheek numbing smile at her. âPromise. Cross my heart and hope to die.â Slapping his chest for his dramatics, she couldnât help her own snicker which he ate all the way up.Â
Their Uber pulled up two minutes later and like the gentleman he was, Damian had helped her climb into the truck before getting in after she was comfortable. âSo do you still live in New York?â He pried quietly while they enjoyed their ride back to the hotel. âSure do.â She replied proudly, watching the palm trees go by as the car rolled on. âMe too. Maybe we could be travel partners.â Humming in thought, she turned to him with a soft smile. âYeah maybe. I donât know how often I can be seen with you in public though before people start talking.â He chortled at the womanâs response before giving his own, âFair enough.â The rest of their car ride was occupied with a game of 21 questions about themselves and their interests outside of wrestling. Coming to a stop outside of the hotel, the pair thanked the driver for his service and Damian exited the car first on the other side to come around and help her out. She could only laugh to herself about him turning on the charm heavily. When they entered the elevator, Mirah noticed that the taller man didnât press a button for his floor so she shot him a quizzical look. âWhat kind of gentleman would I be if I didnât walk you to your door?âÂ
With a playful eyeroll she muttered a âwhateverâ and let the space fill with a comfortable silence. At least sheâd be able to get up early for a workout and the night turned out⊠interesting. A ding broke both of them out of their thoughts as they shuffled off the elevator on the 14th floor. Amirah could feel his eyes studying the swing of her hips while she led him to her room. Abruptly stopping at her door, Damian almost crashed into the back of her too focused on how she managed to walk in those killer shoes effortlessly. âThis is me.â She stated, leaning against her door curious to see how the night would end. âWell I think my job here is done. You have arrived safely.â âThat reminds me.â Before her friends put out an APB for her, she texted in their group chat that she had mad it back to her room. âThank you for the escort. I appreciate it.â âIt was my pleasure and if you donât mind,â Damian carefully slid her phone into his hand and input his number. âYou know in case I can be of service to you again.â Peering at him through squinted eyes she gave him a drawn out nod. âRiiiiiiiiight.âÂ
Smirking down at her for the last time, he gently took her hand and raised it to his lips for a kiss on her knuckles while gazing into her cocoa colored eyes. âMâlady, I bid you farewell.â And with that, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the hall in long strides. Entering her hotel room and shutting the door behind her, Amirah collapsed against the door like women in romcoms. Girl what the fuck just happened. Taking in another deep breath, she headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower and to wring her damn panties out. Wait until she tells the girls about what just happened. Before she climbed into the shower to wash off the scent of booze, lust and worn leather, she shot the mysterious man a text of what she meant to say before he left her utterly speechless.Â
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{Papi Chulo: Buenas noches hermosa đ€}
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Crazy idea but what would your HC be for the Mayans/SOA lads finding a sketch you did of them dated the day you met?
Hello lovely Anon!
I love this so much! Thank you so much for dropping in! Feel free to stop by anytime!
As always 18+. So lets get into it!
Across the board I feel they would all love it for sure!
Juice, Coco, Creeper, Bottles feel slightly embarrassed one because they were snooping around through your personal things while you were in the shower. They should have stopped they know that but now they are transfixed by this sketch of them. Then two seeing themselves through your eyes on paper is hard because you have captured the true them that they hide from the club. Under the hardened shell they present is really just a guy who needs love, comfort and protection from the world.
Chibs and Bishop are so taken aback by the beauty of the sketch they donât say anything at first. They simply pack it away when you are not looking with some of their things. They hope you wonât miss it but itâs a risk they must take. The next time you are at their house your eyes linger on a new piece of artwork in an ornate frame in the living room. It stops you in your tracks as you recognize it as your own.
Angel, Jax, Manny,Guero are all puffed chests and cockiness. Finding this sketch only strokes and feeds their egos because they know they are hot and this only solidifies to them you think so too. Why else would you have made a sketch of them? Any chance you had at playing hard to get or pretending you didnât is out the door. Oh and also they are demanding to know why this masterpiece is not displayed in your home for all to see.
Happy lets a smile play across his face briefly. The ever present toothpick rolling back and forth as he ponders if he should talk to you about his find. Being a man of few words and hating to get into emotional based conversations he simply folds it up and tucks it inside the pocket of his leather with his other valuables. A photo of his mama and then the first photo of the two of you at a fair photo booth from the night you first met. Right over his heart where it rightfully belongs.
Ez, Halfsack and Ratboy are all smiles and light chuckles when it falls out of the stack of books and art supplies on the shelf you had claimed as yours. Glancing at the clock they know they have a few hours before you get off work. Grabbing some supplies they get themselves situated and get to work on a sketch of their own of the most beautiful being they knowâŠ.you. They shoot you a text right when you get off work with it.
Opie and Gilly the two grizzly bears turned teddies when the are with you are overcome with joy and delight. They are almost kid like with their giddiness of it. How you managed to fir them on paper astounds them. They are like proud parents, making copies and putting them everywhere. They cause enough stir they get you a coveted spot in the local gallery.
Tig and Kozik love it without a doubt, They think you are the best artist in town. Their only problem? Why is only their face and not a nude sketch? They have more impressive features than just their faces.
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Summary: Y/N struggled with feelings of loneliness and public scrutiny while waiting for Jenson, but during their drive home, he reassured her of his love and commitment. They spent the evening reconnecting emotionally and physically, finding solace and happiness in each other's presence.
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Y/N was sitting in the car park outside of the Sky Studios where Jenson had been working all week when he got out of the building and walked towards the car. He had been gone since Monday morning and they hadn't really spoken much over the weekend, it had been hectic with him traveling up north to see his family and then having to go back down south for work again.
She could feel herself getting more and more angry every day that went past, especially since she knew he would be talking about her on the television. She didn't like hearing other people talk about her behind closed doors let alone millions of people watching her live. She knew it was something he couldn't avoid but it still hurt.
She tried not to take it personally but sometimes it was hard, she wasn't used to this kind of attention. She wasn't even sure if she wanted this kind of attention.
Jenson sat next to her and kissed her cheek before opening the door for her. They both climbed into the car and buckled up before starting their drive home. It was always so quiet during these drives.
âHow did it go today?â Y/N asked breaking the silence between them.
âFine, just another day at the office.â Jenson replied looking over at her. âHow have you been?â
âI've been fine thanks. Iâve missed you.â Y/N said giving him a smile and leaning over to kiss his lips softly. He smiled back and placed his hand on top of hers.
They carried on driving in silence for a few minutes until Jenson spoke again. âI know itâs been hard this week and Iâm sorry for leaving you alone for so long, we donât get many chances to spend time together anymore.â He looked over at her again. âAnd I know itâs difficult to hear everyone talking about you all the time, it must be hard.â
âItâs okay Jens, you can't help it. Itâs your job after all. But I do miss spending time with you.â Y/N gave him a little smile.
âI know you do. We should go somewhere nice soon, get away from everything and relax. Maybe we could even try and make some memories.â Jenson smiled back at her and turned his head to look ahead onto the road.
Y/N nodded but didnât say anything else, she could feel her eyes starting to fill with tears. She didnât want to cry in front of Jenson but she also felt like she needed to let it out, she was just so upset.
âHey whatâs wrong? Are you ok?â Jenson reached across the seat and placed his hand on her thigh, rubbing it gently.
Y/N sniffed trying to fight back the tears. âI-itâs nothing Iâm just a bit sad thatâs all.â Her voice cracked as she spoke.
âDonât cry please, itâll only make things worse. You can tell me whatâs going on, I wonât judge you.â Jenson squeezed her thigh slightly, trying to reassure her.
Y/N wiped the tears away from her face and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. âIâm just tired of people making fun of me all the time, saying things about us because of our age difference and that I'm only here because of who you are. It hurts me, it hurts me so much. I love you and I know you love me too but I just wish people would stop hurting me like this.â
Jenson pulled over to the side of the road and put his hand around her waist, pulling her closer to him. âListen to me Y/N, I need you to listen to me very carefully.â
âYes, yes.â Y/N sniffed again and wiped the last remaining tears away.
âI love you more than anything else in this world, you mean everything to me. I would do anything for you. And I know what it feels like to have people say bad things about you all the time, I know how it makes you feel. So trust me when I say that those people don't matter, they are nothing compared to what we have.â Jenson stroked her hair and ran his thumb along the back of her neck. âI know itâs hard but you can't let them get to you, you have to ignore them or else they will win.â
Y/N nodded slowly, taking in everything he said. âBut I just want people to like me, I want them to accept me and understand why we are together.â
âThatâs not going to happen anytime soon Y/N, no matter what happens or what you do people will always find something to say about us. Even if we were perfect they would still find something.â Jenson kissed the top of her head and rested his chin on top of it. âSo please stop worrying about what other people think about us, focus on what matters most; us.â
âBut I'm scared of losing you Jens, I donât want you to leave me.â Y/N buried her face into his chest and wrapped her arms around him.
âOh darling, you will never lose me. You are the most important thing in my life right now and I wouldnât ever dream of leaving you, you mean too much to me for that.â Jenson rubbed her back soothingly. âI promise I will never leave you, you are stuck with me forever.â He laughed lightly and kissed her forehead.
Y/N lifted her head off his chest and smiled at him, âI love you Jens.â
âI love you too, my angel.â He smiled back at her and leaned forward to kiss her lips. Their lips moved against each other softly and lovingly as they enjoyed the moment. After a while they broke apart and Jenson started the engine again.
 âWe should probably get going, we donât want to be late for dinner tonight.â
âYeah, Iâm hungry.â Y/N grinned and snuggled up close to him as he started driving again.
They drove back home in silence but it wasnât awkward this time. There was no tension between them, just pure happiness and contentment.
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When they arrived back at their house they went straight through to the kitchen and started cooking dinner together. Jenson was making spaghetti bolognese while Y/N was making garlic bread. It was one of their favorite meals to cook together, they both loved Italian food and it was easy enough for either of them to make.
They chatted happily as they cooked, sharing stories about their days and laughing together. They both enjoyed spending time together like this, it was rare for them both to have free time at the same time so when they did they made the most of it.
After finishing their meal they cleaned up the dishes and then headed upstairs to their bedroom. They changed into their pajamas and climbed into bed together under the covers. They lay facing each other on opposite sides of the mattress and held hands tightly as they watched TV.
Jenson turns and looks at Y/N, his eyes memorizing every detail about the woman who has held him captivated in every waking moment since they met. Y/N looks up and blushes at the attention. "What are you staring at?" she whispered.Â
Jenson smiles and reaches over to run his fingers through her hair. "My beautiful girl," he murmurs. "I am simply admiring my favorite view."
Y/N blushes deeper and leans into his touch. "Are you going to stare at me all night?" she teases.
Jenson laughs and shakes his head. "No, my dear," he replies. "There is something else I intend to do instead."
Y/N arches an eyebrow at him. "Oh yeah? What might that be?"
Jenson grins mischievously and sits up. He moves over to sit beside her and begins to undress her. "Well," he says, "I want to show you exactly how much you mean to me."
Y/N watches as he removes her clothes, leaving her in nothing but her panties and bra. He runs his hands over her body, caressing her skin and causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. She shivers with pleasure. "You're so beautiful," he whispers.
Y/N smiles and leans into his touch. "Thank you," she breathes. "You're not so bad yourself."
Jenson laughs and pulls her close, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue dances with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth. Y/N moans into his mouth, her body responding to his touch.
Jenson breaks the kiss and looks down at her, smiling. "You're absolutely stunning," he murmurs. "And I'm going to treat you like the queen that you are."
Y/N blushes and looks down, feeling shy. "Thank you," she whispers.
Jenson kisses her forehead before he began his descent below, kneeling between Y/N's spread legs. He leans down and presses his lips against her clit, flicking it with his tongue. Y/N gasps and arches her back, pushing her hips up against his mouth.
Jenson chuckles and continues licking her, using his hands to massage her breasts. Y/N moans louder, her breathing becoming ragged. "Oh god," she pants. "Jensen... fuck!"
Jenson starts sucking harder on her clit and massaging her breasts more forcefully. Y/N cries out and wraps her legs around his head, holding him against her. "I'm gonna cum," she gasps. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum!"
Jensen continues pleasuring her, his tongue working furiously as he brings her to orgasm. Y/N screams as she cums, her juices flowing freely onto his tongue.
He climbs back onto the bed and straddles Y/N, pressing his cock against her entrance. "Ready?" he asks.
Y/N nods and spreads her legs wider, inviting him inside her. Jenson pushes himself into her wet heat, groaning as he fills her completely. "Darling I don't think I'll ever get over this feeling."
Y/N gasps and wraps her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder. "Mmm," she moans. "That feels so good."
Jenson smiles, "Yeah?' as he slowly drags his cock in and out of her tight pussy. "You're so fucking beautiful," he grunts. "You feel amazing."
He wanted to take her apart slowly.Â
He wanted her to be able to remember this night forever.
He wanted to make sure that she remembered that she was his. That she belonged to him, and only him.
Tonight was about making love. Not fucking.
Jenson pushed himself in and out of Y/N's wetness, moving faster as she began to moan and writhe beneath him. He leaned down and captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue dancing with hers as he continued thrusting into her.
"Fuck," she gasped. "You feel so good."
Jenson smiled against her lips, "Good?" He asked, before kissing her again. "I thought you were going to say something better than that."
"You're being ridiculous." Y/N pouted.
"Am I?" Jenson raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to prove it?" He asked, smirking.
"Prove it? Prove what?" Y/N frowned.
Jensen laughed, "That you're not the only one who can give you orgasms." He leaned down and sucked on her nipple, his hands gripping her hips as he continued pumping into her.
Y/N cried out, her head falling back against the pillow. "Oh god, Jens..."
"Shh," Jenson soothed, kissing her throat as he thrust harder. "Just enjoy it baby."
Y/N moaned and threw her head back, arching her back as she welcomed him inside her. "Harder!" She cried. "Please!"
Jenson complied, pounding into her with renewed vigor. He could feel her walls clenching around his cock, squeezing him tightly. "That's it, baby..." He growled. "Take it all!"
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. Y/N moaned into his mouth as he began thrusting into her harder and faster. He gripped her hips tightly and pounded into her relentlessly, his balls slapping against her ass.
Y/N cried out as the pressure built inside her, her walls contracting around his shaft. She came hard, screaming his name as her juices flowed out onto his cock. Jenson groaned and continued thrusting into her, drawing out her orgasm. Jenson slowed his pace, allowing her to recover before finally pulling out of her.
Finally, he released her hips and collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. Y/N lay beside him, trembling and covered in sweat. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as they recovered from their intense session.
"Wow," Y/N said, finally able to speak again. "That was incredible."
Jensen chuckled and kissed her forehead. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, "but we're not done yet." He rolled over and pinned her to the bed, looking down at her hungrily.
"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, surprised.
Jensen grinned, "I mean that I'm not finished with you yet. I plan on showing you all night just how much I love you." He lowered his head and kissed her collarbone, then trailed his tongue down her stomach. He paused to nip at her navel before continuing further down.
Y/N gasped as his mouth found its way to her core. His tongue flicked over her clit, sending delicious waves of pleasure through her body. She arched her back, pushing herself against his mouth.
Jensen chuckled against her skin and continued eating her out, alternating between licking and sucking her clit. He slid a finger inside her, pumping it in and out slowly as he worked on bringing her to climax.
Y/N moaned and writhed beneath him, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. "Oh god..." She whimpered. "Don't stop... please don't stop!"
Jensen chuckled again, "As if I would ever stop," he murmured against her skin. He added another finger, scissoring them inside her as he licked her clit faster and harder.
Y/N screamed as she came, her walls contracting tightly around his fingers. Jenson groaned and continued pleasuring her, drawing out her orgasm as he brought her to climax once again.
Finally, he removed his fingers and crawled up her body, positioning himself above her. "Now," he said, "let's finish what we started earlier." He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
Y/N moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. Jenson smiled against her lips and began thrusting into her again.
"My darling, you will never be unloved by me. You are too well tangled with my soul." Jenson said as he slowly thrusted in and out of Y/N, looking down at her with adoration. "You are my sunflower."
Y/N smiled at him, "And you are mine," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
Jensen smiled against her lips, "Of course I am," he murmured, "I'll always be yours."
They kissed passionately for several minutes before breaking apart to catch their breath. Y/N smiled up at him, "I love you so much, Jens."
Jenson smiled back at her, "And I love you more than anything, my darling." He leaned down and kissed her again, slower this time.
Y/N sighed contentedly, "That was amazing." She murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder.
Jenson chuckled, "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, "but we're not done yet." He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
Y/N moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. Jenson smiled against her lips and began thrusting into her again, picking up where they left off.
They fucked for hours, pausing only to catch their breath before resuming their passionate lovemaking. Finally, they collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but satisfied. Jenson wrapped his arms around Y/N and held her close, kissing her forehead tenderly.
"I love you," he whispered. "More than anything in the world."
Y/N smiled up at him, "And I love you too," she murmured, "more than words can express."
Jenson smiled back at her, "Goodnight, my darling." He whispered. "Sleep tight."
Y/N yawned sleepily and snuggled up against him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. "Goodnight," she murmured. "Sweet dreams."
Jenson chuckled and kissed her forehead, "Sweet dreams indeed," he whispered. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of their perfect future together.
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Bonus; Y/N woke up the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. She stretched languidly, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight streaming in through the windows.
She glanced over at Jenson, who was still asleep beside her. She smiled and leaned over to kiss him gently on the cheek.
Jenson stirred and opened his eyes, smiling at her. "Good morning," he said sleepily.
Y/N snuggled closer to him, savoring the peaceful moment. "Good morning," she whispered back. "Did you sleep well?"
Jenson nodded, wrapping his arm around her. "Yeah, I did. How about you?"
"Perfectly," she replied, resting her head on his chest. "I love waking up next to you."
He kissed the top of her head. "Me too."
The two of them lay there for a few more minutes, enjoying the tranquility before the day fully began. Eventually, Y/N sighed and sat up, looking down at Jenson with a playful grin. "What do you want for breakfast?"
Jenson chuckled. "Surprise me."
Y/N got out of bed and padded to the kitchen, her mind buzzing with possibilities. She decided to make pancakes, knowing they were one of Jenson's favorites. As she whisked the batter, she hummed softly, feeling a sense of contentment she hadn't felt in a long time.
Jenson joined her a little while later, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Smells amazing," he murmured into her ear.
She turned her head to kiss him on the cheek. "Almost ready. Can you set the table?"
"Of course," he replied, grabbing the plates and cutlery.
They worked together seamlessly, the kitchen filled with the sounds of laughter and the clinking of dishes. As they sat down to eat, Y/N felt a surge of happiness, grateful for the simple yet perfect moments like these.
After breakfast, they decided to take a walk in the park. The fresh air and the vibrant colors of spring invigorated them. They held hands, talking about everything and nothing, enjoying each other's company.
When they returned home, Jenson pulled Y/N close and looked into her eyes. "I don't know what the future holds," he said softly, "but as long as we're together, I know it'll be amazing."
Y/N's heart swelled with love. "I feel the same way," she said, kissing him deeply. "Here's to many more mornings like this."
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I've been playing the last 5 min of the ep on loop for more than an hour and holy shit. I have so much to talk about.
At first Blitzâs attitude towards Stolas reclaiming the book is understandable, from a business POV: he needs the book to perform his job! It makes sense he gets a little desperate, tries to keep up the bargain, begs for Stolas to rethink.
But then. Then Stolas gives him the crystal, in one of the sweetest ways possible.
Like a marriage proposal.
The crystal is supposed to be everything Blitz wants, because, supposedly, fucking Stolas is just part of the deal⊠in any other situation, with any other person, he wouldâve been like sure! Cool, thanks :)
But not for a single second he looks happy with this. We all know itâs because deep down he feels the same way⊠But he gets upset, worried, afraid. From the get-go.
And Stolas is telling him the loveliest things. Heâs pouring his absolute heart out. I donât think I expected him to tell Blitz exactly how he feels but he does. Just like in his texts, heâs completely honest with him:
âBlitz, Iâm giving you this because⊠I care... VERY deeply for you. And I have for some time.â
How he places the crystal on his wrist like a ring on a fiancĂ©eâs finger. This is Stolasâ absolute biggest gesture of love. Heâs setting Blitz free! From this transactional thing⊠Thatâs what Blitz wants⊠right?
âI want you to continue to⊠be who you are. Your business!â This was such a kind thing to say. In his eyes, Blitz is perfect as he is and I wonder how often - perhaps if ever - Blitz has heard something like this. The music reflects Stolasâ honesty and affection, the soft and beautiful melody that we know so well⊠This is Stolasâ big moment, his declaration of love.
âYou donât have to stay here with me... But... I want you to. I want you to stay here with me. Because you want to. Only if you want to.â
And honestly⊠the shock on Blitzâ face when Stolas says that first line (the "you don't have to stay" one):
Like seriously?? Biggest shock so far? Blitz doesnât want to separate from Stolas! He wants to stay with him! But when Stolas reveals his truth⊠that he wants Blitz to stay because Blitz himself wants to and not for any deal or arrangementâŠ
And Blitz, who still canât believe someone could genuinely love him, responds in the only way he thinks he should: in their âbusiness languageâ, the language of sex. Because he cannot let the truth sink into his heart.
Of course this hurts Stolas, for whom this reaction is only proof that his feelings are unrequited. If Blitz canât respond to him in any other way than this, thereâs little chance he feels the sameâŠ
And still, he is so so kind:
âThank you Blitz. For⊠awakening me. For making me⊠so happy⊠if only for a little while.â
He was trapped in an unhappy, abusive marriage for so long and Blitz saved him from that. Thanks to Blitz, Stolas had a chance to find out who he was, change his life for the better, and experience true happiness. But if Blitz canât give Stolas what he needs emotionally, then this is where it has to end.
And Blitz retaliates in the only way he knows how: self-protection. He doesnât want this to end, but he also never expected Stolas to feel genuine love for him. He HAS no time to think about this, in his eyes Stolas is ending this on his own terms. But he doesnât have the full words; he hasnât faced his own feelings and, if he canât even be genuine with himself, how can he be genuine with Stolas?
But his words, that heâs saying partly because he truly believes them but likely also because he wants to protect himself from the pain, cut Stolas like knives. Stolas flinches when Blitz calls him "asshole" and "bitch":
Blitz's words... shatter his heart.
Stolas has been on the receiving end of hate for a long time. But to hear this from the one he loves so much... It's simply too much to handle. So he sends Blitz away.
As Blitzâs apology still echoes through the air.
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Split Lips (tasm!peter parker x reader)
Part two
series summary: Its simple hating peter parker, the cocky asshole who has made it his mission to one up you every chance he gets. In the same vein, its simple loving spiderman, the sweet masked vigilante who has made it his mission to ensure your safety. How simple will it be when the two worlds meet.
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chapter summary: You never want Peter Parker around, but you find he tents to show up whenever you need him most.
word count: 4.9k
chapter contents: reader is intended to be fem! , language, a little banter and a little fluff, reader is anxious and a mess, Â idk anything about american diner culture, these two r awkward idiots that donât know how to be softÂ
note: poor pete just wants to be your friend, and poor reader is a disaster girl. I had so much fun writing this chapter I hope yall enjoy it!, thank u charlie for editing
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Your earphones carry music to your eardrums, blaring at the highest volume possible, it's a feeble attempt to drown out your thoughts and youâre not quite sure itâs working. It crosses your mind that you should probably lower the volume sparing others in the library from the distraction, however, as you find yourself re-reading the same sentence for the third time, you canât quite find it in yourself to care.Â
A groan slips past your lips, the heels of your palms find the sockets of your eyes and you sit like this for a moment before dragging your hands down your face in irritation. Your biology textbook sits on the desk in front of you, the annotated page, a testament to last night's productivity, mocks you with its perfection.Â
Youâve been at this since Eleven a.m. and you can quite literally feel your brain melting out of your head, itâs rare you have trouble studying, actually, you would go so far as to call it a forte of yours. You blame your recent bout of sleeplessness and curse how busy your brain has been the last few nights.Â
Sliding your sleeve just above your watch, you check the time, it reads âone twenty-six p.m.â. âShit,â you exhale, scolding yourself for letting the time slip through our hands.
You look at the testbook with disdain, promising yourself at least fifteen minutes of study before your shift at the diner begins. You flip to a new section and pray a change of scenery will kickstart your brain into surrendering a bit more work, though you feel deep down that itâs a lost cause.Â
A defeated sigh escapes you, your eyes lock on the start of the page and you begin to read. The chapter talks of the immune system's response to pathogens and you recall touching on the topic in class. You specifically remember that day because Peter had âaccidentlyâ spilt his milk all over your notes during one of his usual attempts to irritate you, despite the way his grin curled into that of a worried frown, and the way he had jumped into action, letting out frantic apologies, youâre not so sure it truly was an accident, though maybe that's what youâd like to think.Â
Your brows furrow as you realise youâve in fact lost your train of thought once again, your brain had wandered off about a thousand times already that morning, but it particularly bugs you this time as it dawns on you that you are unable to escape Peter Parker, even as you sit alone with your thoughts. For a second your throat feels tight and you think you could cry from pure frustration, though you look to the library that surrounds you, there are a mix of silently working students and businessmen, and you decide you donât want to be the deranged woman crying into her biology textbook at one-thirty p.m. the afternoon before her test.Â
You opt to take a deep breath rather than the later and you reread the line, taking a note on the sentence before completing the paragraph. You turn the page and you finally feel concentration begin to build.Â
A yelp slips from your lips as a book drops and lands before you with a soft thud, it breaks the still silence of the library, shattering the first string of focus you had managed since last night's study session. Your gaze shoots upwards and youâre met with the same big brown eyes youâve become accustomed to. Â
âEnjoying your last-minute study session?â he plops into the chair across from you carelessly.Â
You struggle to hear him through your loud music though you quite like it that way.
Your eyes narrow and you rip your headphones out with a swift tug. Music plays from them softly as theyâre discarded on the desk. âPeter-â, you start, and wish you had the chance to finish.Â
âI finished studying last night but,â he slides your textbook across the table, spinning it in his direction so he can read your annotations, âitâs good to see you putting in the work,â
âPeter, I am going to kill youâ In a fit of irritation, you aggressively shove the textbook back to your side of the desk, you genuinely cannot believe your luck or lack thereof.Â
âThat's not very nice,âÂ
âYouâŠâ you spit loudly, wincing at the volume of your voice before lowering your tone, âare not very nice.â Your hand motions to all of him and your eyes narrow further in aggravation.Â
He mouths a humoured âwowâ, and leans back in the chair with an arrogant grin and a cross of his arms.
âHow did you even,â you find the words, âthere are like twenty libraries in Queens and youâre
sitting across from meâŠâ your arms crossed, âuninvitedâ you emphasise.Â
He shrugs with a grin and leans over, digging through his beat-up backpack.
He silently places his things on the desk, âjust make yourself at homeâ you huff ironically with an eye roll. He laughs softly at your comment as he pulls out a small pencil case, it's dark blue and covered in Sharpie doodles, then grabs the rest of his books, piling them on top of the one he had used to startle you.Â
âI thought you were done with studyingâ you deadpan.Â
He hums a laugh, âyou can never be done with studying" he quips sarcastically.Â
You let out a breath of frustration as he continued digging through his bag.Â
âLook Parker I really need to focus-â
âOh I wanted to give you this,â he mumbles, cutting you off and pulling a sheet of paper from the backpack, sliding it across the desk to you.Â
You look down at the page, it's a photocopied version of his messy, yet readable notes.Â
âYour bio notesâŠ?â you look up at him and meet his eyes, âwhy?â your brows furrow further though this time fueled by confusion.Â
He hums, opening his book, âfelt like being niceâ he adds and you let out a humoured scoff.Â
âAnd you just somehow knewâŠâ you correct yourself with a clearing of your throat, âWell, thought I needed theseâ You watch him, a brow raised in confusion,Â
âI can take them back,â he grins, meeting your eyes and reaching across to snatch them from your hands. You pull away, further furrowing your brow and begin reading the notes.Â
âWhat did you do to them,â you ask, sceptically as you skim the page. His work seems genuine, in fact, the notes are far more well-versed than the half-assed sheet of scribbles youâve been working on and you swallow the insecure feeling youâve grown used to.Â
He laughs, his smile growing as his hands pull back and raise defensively with a soft ânothingâ.Â
You spare him a cautious eye with a shake of your head, continuing to look through the notes.Â
âHey⊠look at this way,â his face turns earnest as he leans in to speak, you humour him, placing the paper down and giving him your attention.Â
âNow you wonât failâ he nods, the mask of seriousness slipping away as he breaks into a stupid grin.
âAssholeâ you mumble to yourself softly, a gentle smile tugs at the corners of your mouth and you shake your head.Â
He watches you carefully, satisfied with the faint smile that curls on your lips.Â
âSeriously though, howâd you know Iâd be here?â your focus turns back to the notes with the raise of an eyebrow and the linger of a smile.Â
He shrugs, leaning back in his chair, âremember that one time in English,â he says in an attempt to jog your memory, his hand finds the textbook in front of him and he fidgets with the pages, âwe were fighting about the best libraries,â youâre sure heâs right because the two of you fight about everything, âyou said this one was your favourite, specifically this area because you like to look into the gardenâÂ
Heâs right, you like to look out of the giant glass windows and watch people sitting in the library's garden, studying with their friends.
âAnd what, you wrote all that down in your journal?â you joke, watching as he laughs.
He hums nodding his head with a, âYeah, wrote it all down in my personal diaryâ.
âNo um,â he breathes a laugh, âI just have a good memory,â his eyes flick to meet yours, you exhale a sceptical hum, nodding your head in response.Â
âHow else do you think I beat you in all those exams,â he smirks watching the grin tug at your lips,
âWhat, like the one on friday?â you mock.
âNo like the one tomorrowâ he retorts.Â
This pulls a laugh from your lips, you roll your eyes with a shake of your head.Â
You hum as the laughter dies down, âyou mightâve got me thereâ you say softly, letting up the teasing and your eyes leave his, suddenly very interested in your textbook. Unconsciously your lip slips between your teeth and Peter notices.Â
âDo you⊠want help studying?â he offers awkwardly, itâs unusual for him and your eyes flick up, sending a sceptical look. Â
Youâre met with a genuine smile.Â
You beckon him towards you with furrowed brows, he leans forward, accepting your hand against his forehead, with a roll of his eyes and a sweet laugh.
âNo fever,â you hum, âbut youâre just not acting like yourself,â you mumble in sarcastic dismay and your hand pulls from his forehead, sitting back in your chair, you turn your focus back to your textbook.Â
"You're a regular comedian," he remarks dryly, a humoured smile never leaves his lips.
Your eyes keep on the page in front of you, âso Iâve been toldâ your voice drips with irony, pulling a laugh from Peter.Â
âSoâŠâ his words fade though you know what heâs asking, he bites the inside of his cheek watching you.Â
Your eyes drift to your watch before meeting his, theyâre already staring at you.Â
âI truly, truly would love to youâ you deadpan with a nod, âI would, but luckily for me, I have work in about ten minutes and my boss will wring my neck if Iâm lateâ You give a wry smile, collecting your things.Â
A stupid grin stays curled on his lips, âyeah yeahâ he shoos you off with a roll of his eyes.
Youâre satisfied with his reaction and push your chair into the desk.Â
âThanks for the notes!â you tease, waving them in his direction as you head for the door.Â
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As dusk settles outside, the diner is left lit by the dingy light bulbs that hang overhead. Your eyes hurt from their flickering and you blink tightly with a shake of the head in an attempt at dulling the pain.Â
Balancing a coffee cup in each hand and a slice of hot apple pie on your left wrist, you tread cautiously, one foot after another, approaching an older couple on the far right of the diner. The heat from the porcelain kisses the tips of your fingers, both cups filled to the brim with boiling hot coffee, your eyes trace the black liquid, watching as it sways with each step you take.
âHere you are,â you give a sweet smile to the older couple, placing their coffees down and hiding a wince as your raw fingers place the hot plate of apple pie between the two of them. The wife thanks you sweetly with a smile and you ask if there's anything else you can help them with, to which they politely decline.Â
You offer a smile before turning on your heels and heading back to the kitchen, pushing open the swinging doors softly and slipping inside. You quite narrowly dodge a kitchen hand whoâs balancing a towering stack of porcelain dinner plates, frantically apologising, you offer to help out but she swiftly brushes you off, rushing in another direction before you can finish your sentence.Â
You slip to a quiet corner of the kitchen, avoiding the preparation benches and bury your face in your hands for just a moment, an exhale of frustration slips from your lips.  Â
âHello!â Your manager's voice is grating as he calls your name, your hands drop from your face and you quickly turn to meet him, instead youâre met with clicking fingers inches away from you eyes, you recoil at his obnoxiousness with a flinch. âYouâve still got twenty minutes on the clock kid, get out thereâ his voice is raised over the sounds of the kitchen, he points to the kitchen doors and you send him a sheepish smile, âsorryâ rolls off your tongue but youâre not sure he hears, let alone cares for your apologies. Your expression drops to that of disgust as he passes by, heading to grab something from the freezers, and you throw the finger in his direction.Â
You push through heavy kitchen doors, and you notice the back of a man's head sitting in your section of the diner. Rushing to the booth, your eyes flick to your watch quickly and you make a mental note that you have around fifteen minutes left.Â
Your hand feels around your apron for your small notebook and pen and your eyes flick down to assist, âHello welcome to Uncle Bills,â you find it and flip it open giving the man your name, âIâll be your server today,â you plaster the usual cheesy smile on your face and look up to meet the eyes of the man youâre serving.Â
âWhat a surprise seeing you hereâÂ
âParkerâŠâ your eyes narrow and you try to find the words, âDo you not have a job or like, anyone else to bug?â you genuinely wonder how itâs possible to see someone that you actively avoid twice in a day.Â
âThat's not a very nice way to talk to customersâ he quips, tilting his head to the side.
âSeriously are you stalking me or something,âÂ
âWhat you didnât know about that journal of mine?â he grins up at you, âthe one with all that info about your favourite librariesâ he laughs with a shrug, and mumbles a âthought you knewâ.
You roll your eyes with a cross of your arms and turn to clean the table of an old trucker who had finished his burger.
âWait, Iâm sorry,â he laughs out, âI promise. I didnât know you worked here,â his face is sincere though that stupid grin remains.
You raise your brows at him and a beat passes.Â
âI just want a coffee,â he smiles sweetly.Â
âOkayâ you exhale a sigh, âhow do you like itâÂ
âJust black,â he answers, âso um⊠when do you get off?â.Â
âIn like ten minutes thank god, why?â you question writing in your notepad.
âSugar?â you ask before he can answer and he shakes his head with a, âno thanksâ
âWell, I just thought, maybe I could walk you homeâ, he offers with a hint of uncertainty
âWhat, is my address missing from your journal?â you joke, putting your notepad back into your apron.Â
âYouâre just on fire today arenât youâ he teases.Â
âArenât I always,â you give him a sarcastic grin.Â
Before turning to get his coffee you pause a moment, meeting his eyes with a genuine smile, âLook Parker⊠thank you, for the offer but Iâm⊠Iâm just exhausted, maybe another timeâ, you nod and your teeth catch your lip picking at the skin as he responds.Â
He nods softly, âYeah, for sureâ.Â
You offer a pressed smile before turning to brew his coffee
You return just a moment later, lowering the near overflowing cup ever so slowly ensuring none of it spills.Â
âThere you go,â you lean in slightly, âI found you our biggest mug, absolutely free of chargeâ you whisper with a wink, sending a sweet smile.
âMy heroâ he murmurs sarcastically, matching your low tone with a grin.Â
You let out a hum and stand up straight brushing your hands down your apron, âwell Iâm just about offâ You smile and there's an awkward beat of silence.
âHey you keep those notes I gave you safe, I heard theyâre worth a lotâ he teases, looking up at you.Â
âHmm, I don't recall any important notes, I did throw away a sheet of paper with unreadable chicken scratch on it thoughâÂ
He offers an eye-roll laced with amusement, wishing you a good night.Â
You return the sentiment with a sweet grin.Â
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Awkwardly, your hands fumble behind your back, untying your firmly tied apron. You grab your tips from the pocket and stuff them in your jean pocket. With care, you fold the apron neatly and slide it into the pigeon-hole designated with your name, swapping it with your jacket which you slip on.Â
The image of Peter's big brown eyes flash in your mind and you feel the all-too-familiar pang of guilt rising in your throat. Your teeth snag your lips as you frown slightly and for a moment you think you should have accepted his offer to walk you home.Â
You swing your backpack over your shoulder, taking a second to think, and release itâs likely youâll catch him on your way out, you swallow your nerves and decide youâll take him up on his offer.Â
You let your manager know youâre leaving and push through the kitchen swinging doors, expecting to see Peter still sitting at the booth.Â
Instead, youâre met with a half-drunken cup of coffee and a five-dollar tip. Your lips curl into a smile and you roll your eyes, âalways the gentlemenâ you think to yourself as you pocket the money.Â
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The soles of your shoes tap against the floor of the subway, and you hum along to your music, resting the back of your head against the cool of the glass. The subway is quiet at this time of night having just missed rush hour and youâre more than grateful for the peace. The voice of the announcement system warns you that your step is the next, you hear it quietly through your music, opening your resting eyes.Â
You step onto the quiet platform, thankful for the more peaceful trip this time around. You walk slowly through quiet backstreets taking your time and mindlessly listening to your music, the volume is gentle, wary of the softly throbbing headache that youâve acquired from the day. You hum along softly, and your teeth sink into your lip, occupying themselves.Â
âI thought we werenât doing that anymoreâ a familiar voice calls out and a flash of red drops down next to you.Â
You jump slightly, turning to look at the man. âAnd I thought we werenât scaring young women at nightâ You let out a breath attempting to control your heart rate, he laughs with an apology and follows your footsteps, walking by your side.Â
âI didnât think Iâd see you again?â you utter, though it comes out as a question.Â
He hums a laugh, âI just couldnât stay awayâ he teases sarcastically.Â
âSeems to be the way a lot of people feelâ you mumble with a grin.Â
âElaborateâ
âIâm fairly sure I have a highly dedicated stalkerâ you nod playfully.Â
He chuckles, âAnd what makes you think thatâ.Â
âYou know that kid I was talking about, Peter?â you ask and Spiderman nods along, âwell, he first found me at my favourite library and then walked into my job four hours later to order a coffeeâ.Â
âSounds like we have a high-profile case on our hands,â he jokes and it pulls a small laugh from your lips with an eye roll.Â
âYou know you sound a lot like himâ you say matter-of-factly.Â
âYou donât know what I sound likeâ he retorts rather quickly.Â
âNo I mean,â you think for a moment, âyouâre both annoyingly wittyâ.Â
âIâll take that as a complimentâ he jokes with a satisfied nod.Â
âHow does the um,â you raise your hand to your lips, âthe voice thing, how does it workâ you question with a small tilt of your head.Â
âItâs just a vocal converterâ he nods.Â
âLike Ghostface in Scream,â you add and he nods.Â
âAnd the um,â your hand hovers over your wrist, and you contort your hand into his signature pose.Â
âOh, here lookâ he stops the both of you and flips his wrist, a white web shoots onto the brick wall behind you.Â
âTry it,â he mumbles, your hand hovers over his wrist and he gives you a soft nod, encouraging you to press down on the sensor. You press the heel of his hand and a web shoots past you, sticking to the wall in one swift motion. Your mouth forms an âOâ as you mumble a soft, âwoahâ,
Spiderman watches you, a soft smile sits behind his mask. âSo do you, like, have any actual powers?â you ask with a furrowed brow, âbesides being a geniusâ you add and the irony draws a small laugh from the boy.Â
He hums a soft âhmhâ, he shakes the web from the shooter and walks past you. You stand with crossed arms and watch as he climbs the walls, his hands and feet sticking to the vertical bricks. âSo you can do that without the suit?â you call up at him and he gives a soft nod, releasing the wall and gracefully falling from the height.Â
âWhat else can you do?â you ask in awe, you had never particularly been a fan of Spiderman, youâd watched the news clips, and defended him when your mum questioned if his presence was ethical, though youâd never questioned, nor ever thought of, the logistics of his âpowersâ.Â
He lets out a laugh, âI have um, enhanced strength, agility, stamina, all thatâ he nods, âOh and um, a tingle?â it comes out as a question and he tilts his head slightly.
âI do not want to hear about your tingle dudeâ you laugh with a disgusted face, he elbows you gently, with a, âNot like that you weirdoâ. âNo itâs like, I can tell when thereâs danger,â he attempts to explain, âlike, I know to duck before something hits my headâ.Â
You shove your hand in your pocket, pulling out a scrunched-up receipt and throw it towards his head. His hand raises swiftly, catching the ball of paper, âreally?â he questions before unravelling it, with a serious face and a hum he reads, âHemorrhoid cream?â.Â
Your brows furrow and you quickly grab the receipt to see a grocery list of, âgum, Coke Zero and a KitKatâ, you roll your eyes with a âha ha, very funnyâ.Â
âSo,â he looks down at you and the two of you make eye contact, âtell me about your day,â he mumbles as the two of you continue your stroll, you accept his offer once again.Â
âIt was pretty boring⊠I studied for like god knows how long and got nowhere,â you grumble and Spiderman listens attentively. âThen, just as I was on a roll Parker interrupted me⊠but he gave me his notes so,â you give a pressed smile, ânever will I ever tell him how much it helped me out but he is a lifesaver.â you nod.Â
Spiderman's lips curl into a wide grin behind the mask and he lets out a hum in response, â Anyway my boss is an asshole,â you add with a, âbut what's newâ.
âWhatâd he do today?â he questions and watches as your eyes roll at the thought of your manager. Heâs so intensely focused on you and for the first time since knowing you heâs able to take in the small imperfections on your face, he observes the slope of your nose and the way your mouth moves as you speak, and suddenly heâs all the more grateful for the guise of his mask then heâs ever been before.Â
âHeâs just an asshole you know?â you ramble, eyes locked on the floor in front of you as your brain trails back to your manager's fingers in your face. âI mean he clicked in my face as if Iâm like some dog,â you let out an angry huff, âseriously, get your dirty ass fingernails out of my face dude, and then he yelled in my face!â you take in a deep breath before releasing it with the rest of your frustration.Â
Spiderman frowns slightly behind the mask with a shake of his head, âyou want me to web him up?â he attempts and grins as your lips curl into a smile. âThat would be great actually,â you giggle.Â
There's a beat of silence before you start up again, âand, I don't know, I feel guilty, I think Peter keeps trying to hangout with me, I mean I refused him like twice today and I don't knowâŠâ you trail off for a moment, âItâs not like I hate him, I mean heâs annoying, but so am I, and⊠well I actually really like talking to him, I just,â you look up at Spiderman, âIâm not blabbing on too much?â.Â
His masked face shakes slightly with a soft laugh and a, âYouâre good.â
âI just donât think Iâm that great at being friends with people,â you exhale a sigh.Â
âWell weâre friendsâ he adds and the Peter behind the mask feels a pang of guilt.
âYeah, I guess,â you mumble.Â
âWhat you donât think weâre friendsâ he quips, nudging you softly and you hum a laugh.Â
âWell this is our second time talkingâŠâ you trail off and look up at him, sending a stupid grin.Â
âThat's okay⊠we just⊠move fast,â he mumbles and you hum in agreement with a nod, âreally fast,â you add and he laughs with an, âExactlyâ.
âNo⊠youâre right,â and you send him a genuine smile, âThanks Spidey, for listeningâ.Â
âSpidey huh?â he asks teasingly. âWell Iâm not going to say Spiderman every time we talkâ you ask with a grin, âI bet youâre not even a man,â you add teasingly.Â
âWhat makes you say that,â he asks defensively.Â
âWell first of all that was a little defensive,â you giggle, âand I donât know,â you shrug, âIâm a teenager, I go to school with teenagers, I know how they act,â you mumble matter-of-factly with a grin.Â
âAlso I would be a little worried if a forty-year-old man actively sought out walking me home at night,â you addÂ
âProud of your detective work are you?â he teases and you give a cocky nod.Â
âWell I canât actually tell you my age-â, he begins,
âOh come on,â you grin, cutting him off.Â
âOkay, you wanna know?â he asks, his tone is earnest and you respond with an eager nod. He pauses and leans in slightly, and you follow his action,
âIâm actually eighty,â he says and a giggle slips from his lips. You grin with an eye roll and hit his arm playfully, he lets out a joking, âowâ.
âI think you should have a little more respect for senior citizens,â he laughs following as you continue your route home,
âI have plenty of respect for real senior citizens,â you mumble.Â
As the two of you reach your apartment block you let out a huff of pain. âIâm going to rip my feet off,â you groan, wiggling your toes in your shoe.Â
âNot so sure that will do any good,â he quips and you grin.Â
âWhat kind of apartment building doesnât hand an elevator,â you moan,Â
âWhy donât I swing you to your fire escape,â he offers sweetly, and you send him a smile, âreally?â you ask.Â
He hums a, âmhmâ, and your smile curls wider, before dropping ever so slightly, âmy mum⊠sheâll wonder why I didn't come through the front door,â and Spidey gives a shrug.Â
âMaybe she just didnât notice,â he offers, winking behind the mask before he remembers that you canât see his face. âYeah⊠why not,â you shrug dismissively with a smile.Â
He wraps a tight arm around your waist, âwhich is yours?â he asks and you point to the one lit up with a string of fairy lights with a sheepish smile, he lets out a small laugh finding your attempt at decoration sweet.Â
âYouâre going to need to hold onto me okay,â he mumbles and you swallow a pang of nerves with a nod of your head before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.Â
He shoots a web, swinging you both upwards and you let out a small yelp at the feeling of the floor disappearing beneath your shoes. Your arms tighten around him and your eyes slam shut at the strange feeling of freefalling for short bursts of moments.Â
You feel his chuckle rise with a chuckle as you cling to him tightly. Wind rushes past your ears and through your hair before you feel your feet land on the slightly shaky fire escape, it's over before it begins and you let out a breath you didnât know you were holding.Â
âHoly shit that is terrifying,â you mumble with big eyes, a laugh escapes your lips and you meet his gaze.Â
âNext time you should try opening your eyes,â he teases and you mumble a ânext time?â with the raise of a brow. He nods with a laugh, âIâll take you,â he says and his voice is sweet.Â
You breathe out an, âokayâ with a sure nod of your head. âYou should see how beautiful the city is at night,â he mumbles softly and you feel a grin of admiration grow on your face.Â
âIâll look forward to it,â you smile and you wish each other a goodnight before he swings off.
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â Eyes on me, baby! â â YANDERE ELIZA x DARLING
â SKULLGIRLS
â ROMANTIC
â GENDER NEUTRAL
â TW: POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, MURDER, TOXIC BEHAVIOR, PUNISHMENTS, BLOOD, VIOLENCE/VIOLENCE MENTIONS, SENSITIVE TOPICS, BAD GRAMMAR, BAD ENGLISH AND MADE BY A MINOR! PLEASE TELL IF I FORGOT SOMETHING AND ENJOY THE HCS o(^âœ^)o!
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â I got what you need, baby! â
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â Okay, three words
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â You are screwed.
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â No, really, there is no way you can escape her
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â Let's talk about her, shall we?
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â She loves to be worshiped, so she wants you to praise her, love her, come on, tell her that she is the only one for you! Go on. Say it.
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â So saying that, she is possesive, she can't stand the idea of other people with you! AND GOD HELP THE PERSON WHO EVEN TRIES TO FLIRT WITH YOU
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â Like, this person is dead now, she will get rid of the person really quick, like, in the first chance she gets
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â She would drink the blood of these mortals? No. They don't deserve such honor
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â And she is going to keep you around her, make you be in her side, you don't have so much choice, and you're going to pass your time with her and do what she wants, okay? (Also, she may or may not makes you play board games with her)
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â She doesn't know how you got her eye, nobody knows, but when something gets her eye, she doesn't let it go so easy.
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â She can send her bodyguards or chase you herself when you escape, she likes a challenge and a good hunt.
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â She is ruthless to people who oppose to her, so if you disobey, expect a punishment or being chained up.
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â But of course she will spoil you, she wants you to stand out from the others, you aren't like everyone else, you're hers.
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â She makes her servants treat you like royalty, if anyone disrespects you...bye bye to this person!
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â Make yourself comfortable, you can't leave
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â She won't let this happen.
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- đ đđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđ, đđđđ!
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SHORT HC YUPPIE
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Damn, wtf did i just wrote?
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Sorry about ooc! It makes some time i play skullgirls, see anything related to it or read the comic
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Thanks for reading! And remember, is only fiction!
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Also how are you guys?
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Random but i feel like she is also kinda flirty idk
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