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Dragon Rider

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Stark!reader

word count: 5k

warnings: helluva flirting, so many sexual references that its not even funny, bantering, nothing too bad, angst perhaps or just tense moments that made me melt while editing this

a/n Perhaps Aemond is a bit more outgoing in this fic then usual, apologies if I didn’t capture his potentially flirty side correctly. I started watching GOT in October and ended it in March (took a hiatus from Jan-March tho) and I watched HOTD in like a week after that :)

dragon? yeah dragon these balls

I am in no way claiming I am an expert in this, the world george rr martin created is so complex I truly think he is the only one who understands it all.

summary Y/N takes a ride on Aemonds dragon...

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read time: 18 mins 24 seconds

Reading in the presence of the gods was one thing Y/N enjoyed doing on occasion. She would pick her favorite book and seemingly sit there for hours at the Godswood, appreciating the sounds of nature along with the calm winds that often blessed King's Landing.

Today she was reading a book about the arts. Not many words, but beautiful images filled the pages and seemed to enchant her. She was so involved in the book that she didn't notice Aemond as he entered the courtyard. He took a moment to appreciate her beauty as she read. The complete innocence of the sight made his heart warm.

Her outfit was simpler than usual; a light dress with no undergarments besides the essentials. It was nothing near the clothes she usually wore. Thick winter dresses were her usual attire in the North. It felt strange being in such a light dress. Even with the dresses she usually wore around the Red Keep, this dress was nothing as she had ever worn out of her bed chambers. It was a scorching day in King's Landing and she couldn’t bare the thought of going through a day with a corset on.

She heard footsteps as he entered her line of sight. Her heart rate increased. She didn't even have to look up to recognize his figure.

"Reading again, are we? What is it this time... hopeless romance novels? Or historical texts that could actually do you some good to read." He asks cockily. She didn't look up from her book, but a slight smile spread on her face. She could see his figure towering over her in her peripheral vision.

"I suppose," she replied, trying not to let her emotions spill out onto her face.

He took another moment to take in her beauty before he spoke. "W-How are you?" he stutters, his hands fidgeting together as he tries to crack his knuckles. It was a strange change of topic. He didn’t expect her voice to sound so sweet, he didn’t expect her to hide her grin. It caught him off guard almost. He couldn’t care less about the book she was reading anymore. It wasn't often that Aemond Targaryen was nervous... and it was very rare that he let his guard down. Especially in front of her.

"I am doing just fine, Aemond. I see that you stuttered there—do I make you nervous?" she asked him playfully, wishing he would sit beside her against the large tree trunk.

"Perhaps," Aemond said, with a light smile on his face. He chuckled a bit at her remarks as he leaned against the trunk. A playful look came over him as he began to look somewhat flustered. "You never answered my question,"

"What question?" she asked, closing her book and looking up at the mysterious man.

"What are you reading?"

She turned her book so the cover was facing her and read off a false title.

"It's a tutorial novel, in fact. Called 'How to get men to let you read in peace'." she chuckled. Aemond bent down and sat next to her. "I suppose the tricks you've read about haven't worked for you yet?" he smirks.

"I suppose not."

Aemond let out a small sort of sigh. "You do look quite beautiful today."

She looked at him from the side of her eye as she set down her book in front of her. "Your too kind sometimes, my Prince. I miss when you would tease me."

His brows raised. "Tease you?" he asked inquisitively.

"Is that what you'd like?"

The pit in her stomach lit up like a fire. The tone this man used was unreal. He knew how to rile her up and read her sensitivity, even if she tried her best to hide it.

"I'd certainly enjoy it. I've been told I can be quite a brat," she teased, looking at his sharp facial features instead of keeping eye contact. She turned so her body was now facing his.

"Is that so?" Aemond said with a laugh. "Well, you are very much definitely that."

She was taken aback a bit that he replied to her tease with such ease, agreeing with her bratty ways. "You tease." she muttered, taking her bare foot and pushing it against his crossed leg. It was his 'punishment' for agreeing with her statement of being a brat.

Aemond flinched as her bare foot touched his leg. She just knew how much he absolutely hated feet.

"...Ow..." he said sarcastically, his hand rubbing his pant leg where her foot had just touched.

"Have I hurt the strong Prince Aemond? Is he going to send his dragon after me?" she says dramatically, placing a hand on her chest.

"I'm not afraid to bring him out... I'll do what I have to do." Aemond charmingly remarked. "I'll let your insult to the royal Prince pass for now."

"How big is that thing anyways...?" she asked playfully. His eyebrows rose at the question. “Your dragon?”

His voice became hushed. "Very big," he assured her. "Do you want to see?"

"Your dragon?" she asked quickly again, following his question up with hers.

"Yes, my dragon. I would be delighted to show you my dragon," he said, bowing his head and grinning. "Perhaps up close?"

It was becoming very obvious that this conversation was not about Vhagar.

"I thought Targaryen dragons didn't have a fondness for others of houses? I'm sure your dragon would absolutely destroy a Stark like I."

"Destroy you...?" he asked with a brow raised, his voice mixed with a toxic amount of curiosity and mischief. Passion burned in his eye, daring her to resist him.

"It would devour you. In one... single... bite." he whispered, his voice dripping with seductive passion. As each pause came off his lips, it shook her core, leaving her wanting more.

"Oh really? I'd like to see it try. I can be... convincing." you played back, squinting your eyes. His gaze upon you felt hotter than the air in King's Landing that day,

"Convincing?" he repeated her words. He stared down at her with a look that only came once in a lifetime. He had a tantalizing grin on his face.

"Are you just going to repeat my words, or are we going to go see your dragon? Where do you keep that thing anyways? Perhaps in your chamber… do you cuddle it every night before bed?" she asked, brushing off her dress as she began to stand. She steadies herself against the tree. He looked up at her. He had never seen this view before; he usually towered over her. Her hands rested on her hips as she awaited his response.

He let out a laugh. "Is that what you think I do?"

She shrugged, offering him a hand to help him rise from the ground. He accepted her touch, smiling when she struggled to help lift his weight from the ground. "No."

"I want to see it," she begged. "Please, Aemond?"

Her begging unleashed a violence in him that he hadn't felt in a long time. So pretty she sounded, her voice begging to see his prized possession.

"Follow me then," he said in a hushed tone, a hint of mischievousness still lingering.

"Where are we going? Will I need shoes?" she anxiously asked, following Aemond out of the courtyard. He chuckled to himself at her question and answered, "You won't need shoes. Just follow me," he said, his eye widening a bit in response to her questioning.

Her stomach began to clench in fear as the large facility came into sight. She thought perhaps they would go to his chambers... oh, how she was wrong. They had finally reached the dragon pit. As they entered, she noticed how far up the circular ceilings rose and how dark the pit became after each step down the stairs. She sensed Aemond's presence next to her and wrapped her arm around his bicep.

Aemond let her hold on to his arm, and he gave her a reassuring smile. His eyes looked down at the dim light that showed over her face. They had to see the woman he loved so much holding on to him for comfort. "There's nothing to be scared of," he tried to assure her. Aemond's comforting words just made her hold on tighter to his arm.

"Why is it so dark?" she asked him. The facility was silent as much as it was dark. "I can barely see you anymore."

"Don't worry," he assured her, handing her the lantern he had been carrying. "This should help."

He shook off her grip but took her hand immediately after. "We're close to his lair," he announced.

"Am I in any particular danger being down here? Not being of Targaryen blood and such... I've heard they can smell who is a Targaryen and who isn't." she asked quietly, her voice tinged with a mix of caution and intrigue. The dim light danced upon her face, revealing a flicker of concern in her eyes. Aemond let out a laugh that bounced off the walls with what seemed like a never-ending echo. "No, they cannot smell your bloodline," he reassured her, squeezing her hand a bit. Her absurd question was one he found much humour in. "You are completely safe with me."

His presence seemed to calm her a bit, but her anxiety rose as they made their way toward Vhagar's pit. Aemond motioned for her to set down the lantern and stay quiet with a finger to his lips. He raised his hand to her, signalling for her to stay in her place.

Aemond yelled confidently in High Valyrian, something beyond Y/N's sense of knowledge from the North. The dark abyss became alive as if the words were the spell to unleash the devil.

Vhagar's eyes shot open as they heard his rider approach. The large dragon raised its head from the entrance of the pit and aired out its wings from where they were folded against its body. Vhagar let out the loudest roar Y/N had ever heard. It was enough to make her hair flow behind her face as the dragon's hot breath reached her skin. The floor shook with a danger that scared Y/N to her core.

Her eyes widened as she beckoned backwards. She lost her balance after trying to take in this magnificent creature and tripped on the lantern. Luckily, it stay lit.

"Are you alright?" Aemond asked, rushing to her side. The dragon watched the pair. The movement of his head let another rush of air escape. Aemond seemed panicked, worried this had been a bad idea. Perhaps she wasn't ready for this.

"I... I-"

She was genuinely speechless, looking at this mysterious dark creature that lurked before her. The dragon was quite large; sure, she expected the dragon to be large. But not quite this significant size. This was bigger than any ship, perhaps any castle she had ever seen in her life. He seemed as if he could pick the Red Keep up with his claws and fly away. However, that might have been an exaggeration, but it seemed real to her in this moment.

Aemond shook his head and recognized her fear. "She's... big." Aemond breathed out, reaching out his hand for her as she did for him in the courtyard earlier that day. "Bigger than any dragon I've ever seen, that's for sure." he followed up his statement. She took his hand, and he pulled her up with ease.

Without warning, Vhagar lets out a breath of fire directed toward the ceiling of the pit. The fire edged the structure with a beautiful haze. It wasn't anywhere near close enough to reach the two of them. It seemed as if Vhagar was showing off, playing as Aemond's perfect wingman. Almost literally.

Vhagar's flames disappeared as he watched them reflect in Y/N's eyes. Vhagar turned and began to approach the two of them. Its overgrown claws clipped at the stone floor with the dragon's booming steps toward them. Y/N held on to Aemond, almost as a shield. "I-Is it going to hurt us?"

Aemond chuckled. "Hurt us? She seems to like you. I think Vhagar wants you to approach her."

Y/N looked at him with a truly shocked look. "Me?" she asked, tilting her head. She looked back at the dragon. Vhagar lowered its head about twenty feet away. Y/N was curious to know if the creature was about to roll on its back like a lazy dog or charge at the two of them.

"Yes, you." Aemond said with a softer tone, trying to encourage her. He placed a hand on her lower back to comfort her.

"Why me?" she asked him, looking between his gaze and the dragons.

"Why not you?" he asked, wrapping his hand from her lower back to around her waist. His fingers give her a comforting touch as they lay on her waist.

The dragon began to inch its way closer to the pair. Its golden eyes blinked, seemingly changing color in front of her eyes. As each claw hit the ground, it shook, giving her an uneasy feeling and a reason to return to above ground.

"Go on... stand up straight, do as I say, and stay still. Do not have any rash movements. Do you hear me?" Aemond instructed her, letting her go from his grasp with a tiny push. It was physical, and yet also an emotional push at the same time. "Trust me."

She walked slowly towards the dragon until she could feel the dragon's calm breaths hit her skin. She wished she could turn around and run, but then she surely would have ended up as Vhagar's afternoon snack.

"Now," Aemond said calmly but urgently. She listened to the Dragon Prince, not daring to disobey his orders. "Place your hand out."

"What?" she called back, not questioning his orders but shocked at them. "Do as I say, Lady Stark. She won't eat you." he ordered her, chuckling at his cruel comment. Her whole arm shook as she held her palm to the dragon as a peace offering.

"Eat me?" she whispered, looking behind her and finding him standing there with a stupid grin. "Keep your gaze on the dragon now," he advised, his tongue sharp. "It won't harm you at all. Not with me here,"

Vhagar stood Y/N down. She couldn't help but feel like this could be the last moment of her life. As the dragon moved closer, it had a surprisingly soft touch as it touched its ginormous snout to her hand.

"Just relax..." Aemond said from behind her. Watching the woman he loved interacting with his dragon was enough to send him mad. Vhagar was the most important thing in his life, but perhaps now she sat right next to the dragon on his list of importance. Aemond slowly began approaching her side. He touched her arm, making her jump slightly. "You can stroke her," Aemond suggested. She looked over to Aemond with fear in her eyes. "Are you sure?" she whispered. He shook his head up and down slowly, with a confidence that drove her wild. "You realize, if I die, Cregan will declare war. Correct?"

Aemond smirked. "You won't die. The dragon won't allow that," he said with a grin, his eyes locked on her.

"Are you still afraid, Y/N? Vhagar seems to like you. She wants you to come closer." Aemond said, placing his own hand on his scary dragon as it seemed docile. "She wants me? For what?" Y/N asked, her hand moving slowly over the rough skin of Vhagar, following Aemond's actions. The thick black skin covering the grand dragon felt weird and gritty under her hands as the hot air from its huge mouth blew into her face again. A deep purr-like rhythm escaped from the dragon's throat.

"Just for the both of you to get to know each other. It's not often a dragon takes so kindly to a stranger." Aemond added.

She let out a long-held sigh of relief, which she seemingly had been holding a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. She smiled as the dragon let out another low, guttural purr.

Aemond looked endearingly at his woman, proud of the progress she had made. He had a smug look on his face with a sense of absolute faith towards her. She got along with his dragon. Any other girl in the realm would have left terrified by now- but she was different. She cared enough to see his dangerous interests and perhaps risk her life for his satisfaction. She truly cared. It warmed his heart, even though he would never let this be known to any other living soul.

"She likes you," he says with a teasing tone, placing his hand around her waist again. "I can tell," she replied, mimicking his tone.

She leaves his side and brushes her hand along the rest of the dragon's large face as it rested on the ground of the pit.

"What are you doing?" Aemond asks. He wasn't mad that she was testing her limits with Vhagar, just simply annoyed she left his embrace. "Just stroking it a bit," she teased, looking over the scales' rough details.

Aemond let out a small chuckle, his eyes darting to the floor as he followed her. He kicked his foot on the ground, making a few stray rocks bounce. "Stroke it some more... you seem to like to stroke it, don't you?"

Her head turned back to look at him. She had a passion in her eyes that drove Aemond wild.

"I can tell she likes you a lot. So much... that if you were to stop, there would be some consequences indeed."

He could feel his pants growing tighter. All the teasing she had done that day was enough to last him for a lifetime of private moments in his personal chambers.

"I have to stop sometime, you know. I cant pet a dragon for the rest of eternity," she says with a realistic tone, not teasingly at all. Aemond wouldn't lie; her practical mindset disappointed his fantasies. His encouragement was helped back up as she asked him a follow-up question. Perhaps she could sense his disappointment.

"How do you even ride this thing, anyway?"

Aemond walked over to the side of the dragon. She could just see him behind the wing. "This," he yelled to her confidently and held up a rope. "It's connected to the harness."

"Tell me, have you ever ridden a horse before?" Aemond asked with a curious tone, raising an eyebrow now as he kept his eyes locked on her, and he let the saddle strap back down onto Vhagar. "Many times, yes." she answered him as he made his way back to her side.

"Mounting a dragon is a very similar, yet different experience."

She turned to him, cocking her head. "Y-you want me to mount Vhagar?"

"Perhaps we could take her on a small ride? I know how badly you want to ride a dragon, dear." he sweetly suggested, brushing his hand against her cheek.

She looked dauntingly into his eyes. All the banter had boiled up to this point. She wanted to kiss him terribly. The yearning look she gave him begged for his lips on hers.

"You think I have what it takes to ride a dragon?"

"I know you have what it takes to ride a dragon, love."

He took her hand and slowly walked with her to the saddle strap.

"Aemond," she says, standing a few feet behind him. He expected her to follow his lead. He turns back, loosening his footing on the dragon. "I'm no Targaryen... I'm not a dragon rider. It's not in my blood,"

He slowly reached the ground with his feet and begins to walk towards her. Aemond outstretched his hand, cupping her cheek and looking down into her eyes. "Are you suggesting that it takes more than just a little courage to ride a dragon? You know I won't let anything happen to you. As long as you are with me."

She closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying this intimate moment with Aemond.

"It takes a whole bloodline that I do not acquire,"

A slight smirk rose to his face as he looked down at her. Her silly question made his stomach churn, knowing that he wanted to make her a Targaryen more than anything in the world.

"Nonsense," he whispers. "I have seen children half your age ride dragons before-"

"-But those are Targaryen children, Aemond." she cut off his sentence. He would be pissed at the usual person for doing so, but she gained the pass for disrespecting the Prince.

She placed a hand on his chest. "I am a Stark. I have no Targaryen in me,"

Aemond had to try to hide the grin he yearned to display on his face. He winced a bit, trying to keep his thoughts pure. Evidently, they were not.

Not yet. Oh, my love, not yet.

"I'd say that you're wrong," he concluded, placing his hand upon the hand she had placed on his chest. "There is plenty of Targaryen in you."

He playfully interlocked his fingers with hers.

"I am purebred Stark, unfortunately." she sighed, not a disappointed sigh but what seemed to be a sarcastic one.

"Unfortunately?" Aemond asked her as they began to walk slowly, hand in hand, near the beast.

"Shall we leave Vhagar to rest?" she asked, changing the subject. He could sense her tense demeanor as they got closer and closer to the dragon.

"Rest? Vhagar looks like she's ready for an adventure!" he says playfully, grabbing her other hand and dragging her towards the saddle rope.

She rolls her eyes and follows his grasp. Without asking or with a warning, he picks her up by her waist and mounts her up on the dragon's back. She let out a small yelp, not prepared for his intimate touch.

Vhagar began to squirm as she waited for Aemond's instructions. "Get on, will you?" he yelled playfully to her, nudging her leg in the right direction. "I'm right behind you."

She grabbed the rigid girdle and hoisted herself up onto the leather saddle. Vhagar began to stir. He stood up and took a step before Aemond could successfully hoist himself up on the saddle. Y/N yelled his name out and outstretched her hand. He grabbed her hand and yelled something in High Valyrian to the dragon.

"Hold on, my love." he said to her. Y/N wrapped her arms around his torso as he held on to the harness and began shouting more at the dragon.

The dragon began walking out of the pit. Vhagar let out a large screech, one that was louder than the last roar she had heard from the dragon previously. If she wasn't holding on to Aemond for dear life, she would have fallen off from the absolute jump scare it was.

As Vhagar let out another loud roar, the ceiling began to open. The hot skies had turned gray and overcast. She couldn't be holding onto Aemond any tighter than she was. As the dragon took flight, a rush of wind swept through Y/N's hair, tousling it playfully. The ground below grew smaller, the dragon pit almost becoming a speck of dust in her vision.

Her chin rested upon Aemond's shoulder as she anxiously held on to him. The refreshing scent of oncoming rain calmed her. The dragon could sense her newfound ease on her back and took its first swoop through the air. As Vhagar did this, Y/N let out a terrified scream, but the fearful tone soon turned joyous. Y/N's eyes widened as she watched King's Landing disappear beneath the clouds.

Her cheerful cries satisfied Aemond. She had finally gotten to experience the flight of a dragon. The times he had tried to explain this feeling to her in the past were no match for the real thing. Aemond's heart swelled with a deep sense of pride, a feeling always there, but it seemed to expand with her holding on to his waist.

With every beat of the dragon's wings and each breath of wind brushing against their faces, Aemond wished he could see her facial expression. He imagined the feeling of freedom in her, the same feeling he had many years ago when he first tamed Vhagar.

Her laughter was music to his ears.

The dragon ride represented more than just a thrilling adventure. It was a glimpse into the potential future they could build together, filled with shared experiences, trust, and an unspoken understanding. She was willing to take on the risky Targaryen lifestyle, even if it meant riding him or the dragon. Her ambition was the right one to match his. He had trusted her with something he had never trusted anyone else to do, not even his own brother. How she honored his house and their traditions were enough to make him fall off the dragon and mush into a pile of bliss.

Vhagar screeched and let out a breath of fire. Y/N's stomach dropped as the dragon dived straight into the ball of fire and hid her head in Aemond's shoulder. He laughed gregariously at her fear, grabbing her hand around his waist and interlocking their fingers. The heat didn't burn the two, but a rush of hot air pummeled around the two of them. The exhilarating feeling of adventure filled her, and she begged for more.

With each beat of the dragon's wings, Y/N's fears dissolved being replaced by a profound sense of freedom. She laughed and cried out with ultimate joy alongside Aemond. Her sweet words to him were carried away by the wind and unheard by his ears. Aemond didn't need words to know the exact feeling she was attempting to express to him. The world became a blur of colors and sensations, an exhilarating rush that filled their senses.

Rain began to fall. It drew down heavily on them since they were so high in altitude. Aemond spoke to his dragon once more in High Valyrian. Vhagar seemed to calm her sharp swoops and cries out and find his way back to the hill upon which the Dragon Pit sat.

Y/N was speechless as Vhagar landed. It was a bumpy landing due to the ground. It was now muddy.

Three men dressed in robes came out screaming in High Valyrian at the dragon. Aemond balanced himself on Vhagar's back as he reached out a hand for hers. She took it and swiftly slid down the dragon's back as Aemond pushed her ahead of himself.

She stumbled on the ground and fell to her bottom. Her dress was dirtied due to the dragon's soot and the fresh mud. It didn't matter anyways. Her dress and hair were already soaking wet. She watched as Aemond gracefully slid his way down the dragon. His Princely traits are shown brightly. He smirked at her as the wind blew his long, wet hair behind his shoulders. Vhagar complimented his aura as the dragon let out a long roar behind him. She was almost lost in his enigma.

As if he walked in slow motion toward her, he reached out his hand to help her up.

"Not bad for your first time," he stated, pulling her up and straight into his embrace.

Vhagar screeched from the back as the robed men guided her back into the Dragon Pit.

She steadied herself in his embrace, grabbing both of his arms. Her dress clung to her as it was soaked. Y/N pulled at it; she hated feeling it against her skin.

Her eyes met his gaze as he smiled, almost cruelly at her. He didn't care anymore; Aemond let his gaze fall down to her chest and below, taking her beautiful sight in.

"A beautiful girl who just rode on a beautiful dragon. My beautiful girl, my beautiful dragon." he said, pulling her closer. Their bodies were practically touching. Thunder cracked behind them. She smiled, touching her forehead to his.

"We should get back before the storm gets bad,"

He hated her realistic talking. Oh, how he loathed her responsibility just as he admired it. He had to stop these words... he had to shut her up.

"Shush," he whispers in his raspy, needy voice.

The rain created a symphony around them, the soft droplets pelting them softly as they stood together on Dragon Pit's hill. Aemond closed the distance between himself and Y/N with a soft and determined gaze.

She tasted of rain mixed with sweat and adrenaline. Something that made Aemond just crave her more and more with each second passing. His hands made their way around her, embracing her with a firm grasp around her waist. The rain seemed to shield them from the rest of the world as they stayed embraced like nobody was watching. There was no care in the world at that moment, just the two of them standing sopping wet in the storm.

As they finally parted, she struggled to catch her breath. Her lips still tingled with the remnants of their kiss. Her heart raced, looking back at the face of the man who had just given her the most sense of freedom she had ever felt, along with the most sense of fear. With a shaky exhale, she felt all of her anxieties and doubts go away about her relationship with Aemond. At that moment, she knew he was the one for her; the only one in the world fit for her. He could meet her adventurous needs, as he also aspired to the same ones as her.

"My dragon rider," Aemond declared softly, still close enough to feel her breath on his. The nickname sent chills down her spine. Aemond was proud to claim her as his with this new name. It was one he knew he would be calling her for the years to come. Aemond would never forget this special day. He would yearn to relive it for years.

"My Prince," she declared, smiling and looking up again to meet his eager gaze.

With that, Aemond and Y/N walked back to the Red Keep without a care in the world. They were sopping wet, but they were in love. They didn't care what the guards would think or his mother's spies she had placed strategically around the castle.

Vhagar was not the last dragon she would ever ride. As a Stark, she knew she could never own her own dragon. The man who gently held her hand and looked down at her with an undescribable lustful look would have to do.

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Baby Girl | The Lost Boys x Reader HCs

Plot: ya call the boys baby girl. just to see what happens. [The Lost Boys x GN!Reader]

Word count: 1420 (nice)

Warnings: implied horniness???? it's not that bad, it's just paul being a dingus

A/N: again, holy fuck i can't believe i wrote this. even more holy fuck, somehow, this isn't the stupidest thing i've ever written, and the most holy fuck, i think i might do one of these for every fandom i write for. wish me fuckin luck babes.

Marko

Marko finds it hilarious

You saunter up to him on the boardwalk

Full of confidence and mischief

You throw an arm around his shoulders

Lean your weight on him

And you say

“Ok, where are we going, baby girl?”

Yeah, you don’t end up going anywhere, because he starts wheezing

He just wasn’t expecting it, it caught him off guard

And then you have to stand there for five minutes while he laughs so hard he fails at standing

Boy is on his KNEES losing it at “baby girl”

And you’re just standing over him for a few minutes, ginning like a madman until you kneel down next to him

And holding back your own laughter

You say

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

And he just falls over

And at that point you also fall over

And both of you are just cackling at this dumb shit

It’s attracting attention, but neither of you care

Eventually the rest of the boys come back to find you and marko just

On the ground

Dying

And david straight up turns around and walks the other way

It’s great, it’s fantastic

You and marko call each other “baby girl” for at least a week

And you both die laughing every single time

Everyone else hates you but it’s so fucking worth it

Paul

He also finds it hilarious, but like

Slightly to the left

The two of you are also on the boardwalk

Vibing

Waiting for everyone else to show up

And you’re sitting on one of the rails while he stands like, kind of in front of you?

And he gets distracted by something

As he does with startling frequency

And you watch him for a few minutes

Admiring him

But eventually, you get bored with that, so you kinda

Kick him

A little bit

Not hard

It’s not enough to hurt him

(if you can even do that)

But it’s enough to get his attention

He looks at you

And his eyes get really big and sad, like he’s silently asking, “Why did you kick me?”

Or alternatively, “YOU KICK PAUL? YOU KICK HIS BODY LIKE THE FOOTBALL? JAIL FOR Y/N, JAIL FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS”

Either way, you power through it

And you go

“Whatcha lookin at, baby girl?”

And this boy just

Lights Up

The sad puppy eyes are Dropped

And They Are Replaced With The Horny Eyes.

He just

Leans into you

As he looks at you, scanning you up and down

His gaze is piercing and uhhh

It looks like he wants to Eat You.

And goes

“baby girl, huh?”

And you’re like

“Yeah, baby girl. And you didn’t answer my question.”

Which like

You say it

And you are Aware that you are Playing With Fire

But fuck, the fire is fun to play with

And you won’t complain about getting burned

When he takes another step towards you and like

Smacks a hand down on your leg

You just lean in further and go

“Are you gonna answer me, baby girl?”

Yeah, you get bit

On the neck

You fucked around and found out

You leaned in too far and you got bit

These boys, i swear, they’re animals

Just fuckin biting

It’s a gentle bite tho

Soft

Teasing

And when he pulls back he goes

“Doesn’t matter, baby. All I can see now is you.”

And it’s so fuckin cute that you almost fall off the rail you’re sitting on

Anyway, yeah, you and paul also call each other “baby girl” for a week, but the context is Different

Dwayne

Dwayne has a relatively simple reaction

The two of you are vibin in the cave

It’s dark outside

So everyone else is out

And the two of you are alone

And he’s minding his own business

Lounging around a bit

Reading a book

And you

You are Bored

And you’re in the mood to cause problems on purpose, so

You slide in

Lean over him

And you watch him for a second

Tilting your head every now and then like a confused puppy

He ignores you

And after a few minutes of standing there, a plot comes to your wicked little mind

You lean in even closer

And you go

“Hey baby girl, whatcha reading?”

And he just

Looks at you

For a second

Maybe he blinks once or twice

And you don’t budge, you’re just sitting there grinning at him

In silence

And then suddenly

In the blink of an eye

He pulls you down onto him and into his arms

You quickly find yourself resting on top of him

Using his chest as a pillow

And this man

Does Not Wear A Shirt

So that’s fun for you

Anyway, he takes the book and just

Holds it above the two of you

So that you can both read it

And he says

“Look for yourself, baby girl”

Which if you ask me, is the fuckin Height Of Romance, but you didn’t ask me, and that’s okay

Anyway, yeah, it’s cute

Fuckin

Adorable shit

David

Anyway, time for david

David is

Confused

By his baby girlification

He’s not mad, he doesn’t expect it

(Kinda like marko, but he doesn't laugh, he just sorta sits there)

It takes him a second to process, because the second the word “baby girl” leaves your mouth and floats his way, he blue screens

David.exe is not working

The first time you do it, you’re in the cave with everyone else

And he’s sitting in his wheelchair, staring off into the distance like the brooding vampire man that he is

And you lean over him and go

“Whatcha thinkin about, baby girl?”

And he just goes

“What?”

And like

I don’t think you can actually say that he says what

It’s more like he breathes it out while his eyebrows furrow together and he shoots you the most confused look you have ever seen on his face

In part, he’s unsure that you’re talking to him

And in another part, you usually use more

Idk

Standard? Pet Names?

Darling, maybe sweetheart

And he wouldn’t necessarily be opposed to weird pet names, it’s just that one time on the boardwalk you heard him call a potential meal “kitten” and you didn’t stop meowing at him for three months

So yeah, he didn’t see that one coming

It doesn’t help that the rest of the boys are there at the time, and you, marko, and paul just start chanting the word “baby girl” over and over again

Side note, i think the boys may have a thing for chants

Anyway

The next time you call him baby girl, he you catch him off guard with your sheer boldness

It’s not the “baby girl” itself, it’s the words that accompany it

See, he’s drinking something

Water, blood, whatever

He’s drinking it

And you look over at him and you just go

“Damn, you’re pretty thirsty tonight, huh baby girl? We’ll just have to do something about that.”

And your tone is like, half joking, but that doesn’t matter, he still chokes on his drink

He coughs for like

A Good Few Minutes

And in those minutes you go from laughing at him, to panicking and patting him on the back

Congrats to you btw, you almost killed known horror icon david lost boys

Good for you

Anyway, he survives, which is good

Bc idk how forgiving the other boys would be of you committing manslaughter (vampire slaughter?) against david

(tbh, they’d probably be pretty forgiving given the sheer hilarity of the situation)

BUT HE LIVES, AND I DIGRESS

The next time you call him baby girl is in front of max

And like

This is peak 0 brain cell behaviour for you, because you straight up aren’t even thinking about it

You see david in the video store

You walk into the video store

You don’t realize he is in the Middle Of Talking To His Dad

“Dad”

And you go

“Hey baby girl”

And then you wander off to the horror section

Just

No thots given

You don’t even notice david and max staring after you

You’re too busy looking at a copy of texas chainsaw massacre 2

And when they turn back to face each other it is literally that one meme

“David, why does (Y/N) call you baby girl?”

“Maybe we should stop talking for a while”

Overall

David doesn’t mind it, it just fucking surprises him every gd time

You’d think he’d get used to it but nope

It always gets him

#x reader #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x gender neutral reader #tlb marko x reader #tlb dwayne x reader #tlb paul x reader #tlb david x reader #tlb x reader

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raspberryslxt · 3 months

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Pls write about y/n x Damon… with lots of fluff and smut and maybe even ft. daddy kink

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Damon Salvatore headcanon

info: damon x reader(female)

warnings: mentions of alcohol usage, mentions of blood, eventual smut

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You were cousin to Elena Gilbert, Jenna was your mum.

You met Damon when you decided to quit collage and started working online. You did it because you wanted to help your mum with Elena and Jeremy. Death of her sister was hard on her, and you wanted to be there to support her.

At first you didn’t like him, he appared as a giant asshole and a man whore.

Just so you know, he didn’t liked you either at the beggining, he tought you are just another stupid human he can use for his own pleases.

Another reason why he didn’t like you was because Stefan liked you, and how he loves to make his brother life so misarable.

You remember when you saw him with Caroline for the first time, you didn’t know if u were more confused or jealous.

It’s not like you liked him or smth, but why Caroline and not you?

Oh boy, if u only knew what he did to her.

The dinner night at the Gilbert’s house was the first time u started warming up to him. He told you about Katherine( not full story obviously) and how they both lost her. You felt pity, but also u knew how he felt.

It’s not like you became besties after that, but you indeed started talking, and things were going pretty well. But everything must come to an end.

You remember this night to well, the night when u found out.

This was Stefan’s bday u went to grill to wish him happy bday and spent some time with him and your cousin. You met Lexi who seemed nice, she looked like she knew a lot.

Than the next thing u remember is Damon killing her.

You were so lost in what happend.

Stefan tried compelling you to forget, but for some reason his compulsion didn’t work, so he and Elena tried explaining it all to you

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing so u decided to leave town for few days.

You remember being in a nightclub in Atlanta when you got a phonecall from unknown caller.

Turns out the caller wasn’t unknown, and it was Damon calling you. He was clearly tipsy or out of his mind, but he told you he wanted you, that you make him go crazy and that he didn’t feel that way since Katherine.

You were so confused.

Just few weeks ago you saw him kill someone, and now you were considering coming back for him.

You were telling yourself that it was obviously your family that you came back for, but deep down you knew the truth.

Especially, when first thing you saw was him kissing your cousin, or so you tought your cousin.

He was so desspered to explain to you that the mistake but you weren’t having it.

„It’s not like we ever liked each other Damon, right?” Because you two never were even friends right? And who believes in love from first sight.

You felt way worse tho when you found out it was indeed Katherine, you knew that he woudl try to win her back. And that it’s too late now.

Till the day Katherine lives you will always be second choice.

What made u change your mind was the night that Katherine payed you a little visit. You were suppossed to be scared of her, but you were a brave one, and she liked it a lot.

She told you about how Damon just rejected her, and that she had to know the person who was behind it, so here you were.

For some people this might seem weird, but u liked her. She looked like a strong woman and were a feminist. You listened to her story about why she left them, and in some twisted way you understood her.

But this wasn't the point behind your talk, the point was that Damon did really liked you, and you had to do something about it.

You drove to Salvatore house and hoped that you will be meet with similiar face that you were looking for.

And you did.

Damon being Damon ofc couldn't just admit to all of that, so he said that he don't remember what he said and even if he did it wouldn't matter. But you knew better and it was no time for being a coward so you went for it.

You kissed him.

He responded automaticlly, by kissing you back, and you both knew what you wanted. He speeded you up to his bedroom.

You weren't very sure of it, u met him just few months ago and now this was happening. You didn't even knew him well, most of the time u spent togather was because Elena and Stefan was with you.

But it was no time for thinking, you two spend the night togather, and you sure as hell did not regret it.

Neither of you knew what was coming soon, but it didn't matter, because for now it was like there was only you two in whole universe. And you weren't complaining

#damon salvatore #damon salvatore x reader #tvd #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries x reader #tvd x reader

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lunawritingspaceoxoxxx · 2 months

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Chosen

NO MINORS

WARNINGS: ANGST, BAD SMUT, LOVE TRIANGLE(?)

this has literally been sitting in my docs for 6 months. 11.4 words tho.

“Look, don’t get me wrong, I love Y/N, I truly do, but she’s so needy–date night every week and it doesn't matter if we have the season coming up. I wish I would’ve chosen someone else if I knew she was going to be like this.” Your heart cracked as you went to knock on the door, hesitant to make your presence known. In that moment, you felt like a child, only wanting to speak about any and everything like most children are and your father, abiet frustrated with work and dealing with layoffs after layoffs, slammed his fist down onto the table, cursing and screaming as your mother stood by idly–didn’t want to be the brunt of his wrath this time.

Tears filled your eyes as you sped out of the house, blindly running somewhere until you couldn’t physically breath, heaving as you bent down, black spots filling your eyes. “Y/N?” Peeking from underneath your plats and in between the colorful beads stood Daniel. Daniel Ricciardo, childhood best friend. “Hey, it’s okay,” He couldn't help being concerned, leading onto the steps of his parent’s home, he only held you as you calmed yourself down. He knew of the strained relationship with your father, that need to be close with your dad; he would always make sure that his distain for the older man was known.

You groaned as you came to, the sunlight hitting your eyes–the telltale sign that you missed the morning rush. That incident was almost two months old and you still haven’t gotten the nerve to speak to Toto about it.Brewing fresh coffee, you checked your emails as you made mental notes for the day. You had three consolations today, being a bridal stylist, knowing the season was only gearing up for the busiest season, knowing that it wouldn’t be an option to call out. Relationships were an enigma for you, you knew love was supposed to be kind and patient, but it’s only been the opposite. At first, you felt drained after helping so many women, yearning for their glow as they spoke about their partners. You truly believed Toto was the one–attentive,compassionate, and overall caring, he made sure that your needs were met before his.

Being annoying to people wasn’t anything new to you, but Toto actively wanted date night; he picked out restaurants and fun activities and for him to say that he regretted dating you put a damper on your spirits and confused you for the most part.. Citing the upcoming bridal season, you took time away from Toto and the whole F1 lifestyle; even Daniel, who was currently healing from a broken hand, opted out to watch from the comfort of your home.

A sudden knock on your door sucked you back into reality, smiling as you opened the door. “Is there a L/N here?” The delivery man was swallowed by the massive bouquet, white lilies among the red roses. Quickly signing off of them, you set them among the others, feeling unsettled by the growing pile of unwilted,gorgeous red roses. The flowers, along with the many gifts began to spill into your living room, one part of you thoroughly enjoyed this attention, the most sought out and rare Birkins laid across your coffee table. Hundreds of millions dollars worth of jewelry were another favorite for the Austrian billionaire to gift, since becoming romantically involved with Toto, your fashion sense has evolved, once wearing mid-luxury brands to your closet becoming sourced from high-end, quiet luxury brands or off the runway. Toto would send you pieces that you may like from runways or private showcases from many of your favorite brands.

Traveling into Soho From your Manhattan penthouse was always time for you to relax and look through bridal profiles for new brides coming to your boutique, wanting to get a feel for their favorite styles and have an idea of what brands would be best for them. “Good morning, Ms. Y/N” You smiled at Angela,your secretary, as you headed towards your office, setting your things down as you prepared for your first consolation. “Oh…Toto, hi, I wasn’t expecting you.” The Austrian man kissed your check, pulling you into his toned body. “Liebe, I had some down time and I wanted to visit you, but I'm a little confused.” Toto lifted your head up, looking displeased. “Does your phone not work? Majority of my calls and texts were unanswered. I know you’re busy, but the last time we talked was almost a month ago. You wanted the pink IPhone? The new one that just came out.” “My phone works fine, Toto, I don’t need a new one—I’m okay, just busy with the new brides and designers.” You gently pushed the box back into his hands as you set down your bag, feeling flustered.

You sighed as you gently held his hands, basking in his affection as he laid small kisses across your skin. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, I’m being honest that I got caught up with some of the brides this season, they’re demanding and I don’t want to lose any more clientele than I already have.” Toto nodded his head, basking in your presence as he carefully watched you, feeling there was something more to it. “I would believe you, but something tells me there’s more, look me in my eyes and tell me the truth, liebe. Look, I love you, I truly do, but this distance is more than work. You know I work hard for Mercedes and the team, but I still have time to call or text. What’s happening and please be honest with me and yourself.”

In that moment, you were fifteen again, underneath the watchful eye of your father as he already casted his judgment before he even heard your plea. “Well, a couple of months ago before the season started, I believe Lewis and George were having a drink with you and the conversation shifted towards me.” Shifting nervously on your heels as Toto gently pushed you to continue.“You called me needy and said that maybe you would’ve chosen someone else, so I kept my distance, tried to dissuade you for the zoom dates, declined trips to races because I didn’t want to distract you. I just wanted to be the best for you.”

He gave a puzzled look as he held you in his arms, racking his brain as he tried to remember that conversation. “Liebe, you know that I care about you, I wouldn’t say that— ” “I’m not accusing you or anything! It’s just when you said that I couldn’t help but feel so…aggravating? That’s not the right word, like my presence bothered you to the point where you were annoyed with me.I felt so guilty about wanting a connection between us. I didn’t mean to intrude into your work life. I understand it’s demanding to be a team principal, I didn’t mean to be this way, I kept my mouth shut and tried to keep you please while I kept my distance so I didn’t disturb you.”

Toto’s face was unreadable, not before he sighed, pulling away as he fixed his collar. You see the irritation across his face, wanting to avoid this outcome as you felt tears coming, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to compose yourself as you hurriedly wipe your tears away. “This is just childish behavior–you’re a grown woman, you should be able to voice your worries to me. What have I done to cause this?” “Toto, no it’s just—there’s too much on my plate right now and it’s getting harder to do my job to my best abilities. I have an obligation to make happy brides and you have to keep Mercedes happy within formula one, so I think it would be best if we just put us on-” Toto stepped back, nodding his head as he glanced down at his watch. “I’m frustrated by your lack of honesty. I think you know what’s truly stopping you from being completely honest with me and this may seem insignificant to you, but I’m revaluting where I stand with you because almost two years with you and you’re acting like this?” You wiped your unshed tears as Toto silently walked off, the door shutting behind him. You slumped into your plush chair, a migraine forming beneath your eyes as you tried to compose yourself. Forcing yourself to work as you sent emails to the respective brides and designers, setting appointments as you glanced at the calendar.

“Ms. L/N? Dianna is here. Should I send her in?” Angelia smiled as she poked her head in. “Dianna…?” You flipped through your planner, seeing her name squeezed in, must’ve been last minute. “Um yeah sure, go ahead.” Typing away at your database, frowning deeply as you couldn’t find her information. “When did I even get a call from her?” Mumbling as you flipped through pages, trying to figure out something about her. “Y/N, right?” Your head shot up, outstretching your hand. “Dianna, yes?”The young girl had a dazzling opal cut diamond on her finger as she shook her hand. “I’m the one, I’m so glad that I was able to come in such short notice, but my fiancé claimed you could help me find my dress, I’ve been to four different boutiques and nothing hasn’t screamed out to me.” You nodded as you pulled out the catalog for the many different styles of dresses. “You’re in luck, these are some of the designs we’re carrying at the moment, but if you know that you like a specific designer, we can always order one for you.” You informed, clasping your hands together as Dianna flipped through the book.

And that’s how it became after awhile, pouring yourself into the bridal season and networking with designers, helping out hopeful brides as the summer heat faded into a cool autumn. Italy was absolutely beautiful as it began to turn into fall, sipping champagne out the expensive glass flute, you made your way around the ballroom. Diamond encrusted chandeliers adorned the tall ceilings as paintings from Picasso and Vincent van Gogh sat perched upon the walls. Your heels clacked as you searched for a balcony, yearning for a moment’s rest. The news of your separation from Toto hadn’t made the rounds yet, so people asked you of his well being, giving you gifts to give on their behalf; it made it hard to keep up appearances.

Having made your way to the outside garden, hundred bushes of roses, tulips, and among other flowers bloomed throughout the maze. The fireflies flew around as you went deeper into the maze, humming as you savored the champagne. “Y/N? I hope I have the right person, but what are you up to? Enjoying the gala?” A light bulb flashed over your head as you went in for a hug, smiling so wide. “Yeah, it’s pretty nice, the food is good, that’s about it, really, but it was so good to see you. You look good–happier.” Daniel chuckled as he held your hip. “I’m back to racing so I feel pretty good, having that year off to reflect and I feel like it was much needed after that whole McLaren situation.” You nodded, the pair strolled through the maze, exchanging stories from when you were separated.

“I’m really proud of you, Danny, you accomplished your dream.”Daniel laughed as he gently nudged you with his shoulder. “Hush, you’re running around the world, being like the bridal fairy. Isn’t that fun?” You chucked as you took a seat on the edge of the fountain, lightly dipping your finger in the water. “Not necessarily, it’s fun but after awhile, it’s…hard, I like helping brides, but after doing it for so long, I want to focus more on myself even though I just got promoted last year, but its like I achieved what I wanted, but now what?”You sadly chuckled as you set down your glass, the champagne unappetizing at the moment. “Do you want to switch professions, because to me, it sounds like you need excitement in your life, what about you and Toto going on vacation or something? Start a hobby that you might enjoy.” You awkwardly chuckled as you down your entire champagne flute, wanting to avoid this conversation.

“Ah well, see, we broke up—I think? We got into a little disagreement and we haven’t talked since, he hasn’t answered my texts, but I suppose it’s karma for what I did to him.” Daniel took a seat next to you, your knees brushing against each other as he gently made you look at him. “Why do you say that? ‘M sure you had a good reason to do whatever you did, you had him in mind.” Did you have Toto mind when you ignored him? You sat in silence as you thought hard about it, maybe it was or could it be something deeper. “He mentioned to Lewis and George that I was clingy and how I was pushing for date nights every week and even during the season which isn’t true at all, he’s the one who was pushing for it. I kept reminding him to focus on the season because it was literally his job and yeah, we had a disagreement and haven’t spoken since.”

You knew Daniel long before Toto, having been childhood friends before attending university together and you trusted his advice more than anyone else. Daniel wore an unrecognizable expression as you spoke, feeling his scrutiny. “I mean I would ask him if you were still together to have some clarification and a peace of mind—for the both of you, but if we’re being honest here. Y/N, do you want to be with someone who’s going to be gone for months on end and still complain about spending time with you? Is it because you’re afraid of being alone? You’ve already achieved your goal, got everything you wanted and you're probably wondering when it’s my turn when styling brides.” You shot him a glare half heartedly as he took a sip of his champagne.

“I’m just being observant, you were always like this growing up. You made sure that people didn’t have a certain image about you, making yourself so small that you couldn’t voice your needs. Toto is a man that doesn’t have the time nor energy to decode what’s going on in your pretty little head, but in my opinion, he doesn’t provide an environment where you can lower your walls-’ “Okay! Enough with dissecting my failing love life, are you trying to be cupid during your spare time?” Daniel gave you a look, intertwining your hands together. “If I’m being honest with you, I didn’t bring you out here to speak about Toto. I’ve missed you and our friendship, but I’ve also watched you from afar. I think I may want something more with you and I know this came out of nowhere, but I would like to see where this goes.” You’re caught completely off guard, Daniel chuckling at your slack jaw as he pulled away.

At that moment, Toto’s disappointed face was the only thing you could think of. Would this be cheating? You watched Mercedes's instagram, watching him thrive and genuinely enjoying the races even though none of them were in his favor. You tried to get in touch with him, even sending a message to his personal assistant and only received silence from him. “I’m really surprised and I’m going to be honest with you, I honestly don’t know. My situation with Toto is very complicated at the moment and I don’t want to lead you on or anything. I don’t want to give you any false hope, this is just very sudden and I don’t know what my future holds with Toto.” He nodded as he watched as you twirled your fingers nervously. “Of course, anything for you.” It’s been almost four months and while you missed Toto, this has become more complicated by the minutes.

The two of you roamed the dark streets of Italy, reminiscing about the past memories. “Do you remember in college when I was absolutely smashed and you had to pull me out of the river, then I refused to go inside of your car; chased me all the way down to the watering-hole, cursing and screaming my name.” “You were a little shit that night, the police came and questioned if I was kidnapping you, I almost got kicked out of university.” Daniel laughed into your neck, pulling you into his lean body. “But I also remember you buying me lunch for a whole month, because you felt bad.” “Of course I did, you were so worried, you looked ragged and I felt like I needed to do something. I would’ve left the university if they kicked you out.” You looked up at Daniel as you wrapped your arms around his side, the tension grew as you made your way to the hotel that the two of you were staying in.

“But take care and have a good night, okay?” You smiled sheepishly as he kissed the back of your hand. You watched as he stepped onto his floor, his smile never slipping as the doors shut. Daniel had a smile that nothing could wipe it off, nearly skipping down the streets as he made his way back towards the airport. He wasn’t even supposed to be at this bridal designers networking event, but he had a gut feeling that you were going to show. He couldn’t miss this opportunity, sleep be damned. After your family had left Australia, it was hard for him, especially when he began showing a interest in driving; most people had written him off and claimed that he wasn’t going to achieve anything at all, but it was because of your encouragement and support that made him ignore that constant jeers from families and ‘fans’ alike.

Coming back from Italy, you had decided to move closer to the boutique, feeling the need to be more dedicated to the staff and the brides. That was the easy part, trying to find an apartment that wasn’t going to cost twenty grand a month? That was reality. “Miss L/N? Dianna Shells from your last appointment sent you an invitation to her wedding, do you want to accept?” “Sure, just put in on my calendar and I’ll see what I could move around, but next week, I need two half days,” Logging onto your computer as you started your coffee machine,” I’m currently apartment hunting and I need all the time so I can find something that doesn’t cost me a kidney.” Angelia nodded her head, facing similar issues as she set down the important document folder. “You’re not wrong, but today we have a couple of brides scheduled for today, but it’s mostly for second fittings.”

In the following days, you ran around Soho, looking at comically terrible shoeboxes that cost way too much. It was draining for you mentally because to have someone tell you, that this was going for six grand and no, you don’t get a private bathroom. “Alrighty, Miss Y/N, this one has just hit the market, it's four thousand dollars and it's a little bit pricey, but I think you’re going to like this.” You gave the realtor an annoyed look, following after him as you fixed your coat dress. “I hope so, does it at least have my bare minimum wishes.” “That and more, you have two bedrooms, a sunroom, and a very spacious living room and kitchen. The building also have sauna that’s yours to use if you want to.”

Your eyes widened as he unlocked the door, ushering you inside. It was modern bohemian style, citing the previous resident’s taste as the walls were colorful, but it held a hint of art deco as well. “Now, the previous owners knew of you, they had mentioned to me that you helped their daughter-in-law with finding a dress and eventually a wedding planner, they’re wanting to make a special deal with you. Overall, this apartment costs around 1.2 million dollars, they’re willing to take two hundred and fifty thousand and it would be yours. You can do it like you’re renting and then once you reached their offer, they’ll sign off on everything.” You nodded your head, whipping out your pen. “I would be an idiot if I didn’t agree to this.”

4 weeks later

“You know you didn’t have to make this trip, just to see little ‘ole me, but I’m truly thankful for you.” Daniel was taking a short trip to LA, when you mentioned moving and getting all new furniture and he was the one who suggested that you needed his assistance. “I told you, I was going to help you out and plus, this is better than getting drunk on a random beach.” It had been a few after the gala and slowly, but surely, the two of you kept in touch, checking in on each respective family. “You do have good taste, I cannot deny it, but this time I want a little more modern and chic.” Daniel nodded, climbing into your 2025 G-Wagon, “That would be a good fit especially due to the smaller size of the new condo, it would almost give it the homey vibes as well.” “I think so too, I mean I loved the cute interior look that I had before, but I was also, like 22 at the time, I’m now 26 and I feel like my style needs to mature a little.”

Being with Toto has its own pros and cons, mostly cons especially with him being a billionaire; everyone’s eyes had to be on you and what were you doing within your career. Before him, your style was eccentric and out there, bright colors with clashing patterns because you didn’t care and once Toto stepped into the picture, you lost a version of yourself and you have to admit, you missed her, she was fun and just did everything by the beat of your own drum. “You don’t have to technically, I miss the fun girlie, we got into some crazy stuff.” You laughed, making your way further into Soho, trying not to get frustrated with the traffic. “No you don’t, I surely don’t, I was terrible, from almost going to prison, and do you remember me streaking across the rugby field for like $1,000 dollars? I sure do, my mother was fucking livid and my granddad nearly died when he saw the video.” Daniel remembered that day so clearly, in college, you were like any other student–too focused on your school work for fun until after the semester was over. You made sure that your image was squeaky clean, so your parents weren’t worried about their reputations. Daniel was watching the televised match along with some buddies, his jaw dropped once you ran onto the field like the day you were born.

“At that point, I was struggling so badly with my job that they fired me and I couldn’t find work, my dad hated my guts and I needed food, so I did what thought was best and it kept me fed for the rest of the semester because daddy dearest sent me money for the remainder of the year.” Danny eagerly held the driver’s door open for once you pulled into the furniture store, citing that’s what a gentleman does. “Anyways, what color scheme you’re feeling, neutrals or monochrome?” “Maybe a mix of colors, obviously they have to compliment each other, but I want to this to be my home for a couple of decades and it has to age well as I grow.” You were greeted by Dolly, a nice, older woman who recognized Daniel, citing her young grandchild was a big fan of his.

“Sorry for distracting y’all, but Miss Y/N, we have a couple pieces already selected because of your previous selections. I heard that you were moving into Soho, which is a big move, but your brand new position—also congratulations on that as well.” Dolly showcased a nice three-piece velvet loveseat in beautiful dark—almost royal blue. “Match this with a dark brown interior and this would look so stunning unless you wanted something eccentric like this flower couch?” Your eyes widened, the massive light pink couch along with the flower petal throw pillows was something only your dreams mustered. “Danny, look, this is so cute! This could go in my sunroom along with vine shelves.” He chuckled at your antics, watching you roll around. “It would be good, the sunroom could be like a destressor place; something different.” “And he’s right, even though you’re moving up, never deny your roots.” Dolly’s smiled only widen when you nodded your head,”But I want to get both, I want the three piece in blue, I think it would look good in my new apartment.”

After about three hours and almost 40,000 dollars later, you were one happy girl. “So for financing, how much do you plan on paying each month?” Danny shook his head as he cut in, pulling out his wallet. “We’ll go ahead and pay for it in full,” He laughed as he pushed you away,“It’s my treat, I’m proud of you and I wanted to do something nice for you.” “Yeah, which I’m thankful, but this is excessive.” Danny waved you off, finishing paying as he thanked Dolly as he stashed his receipt away. “Well, Miss Y/N, you got lucky, but all of your furniture should be delivered in the upcoming weeks and we’ll send a confirmation email as well, but I will say you picked some really nice pieces.” You smiled before you and Danny made your way towards your car, surrounded by paparazzo, climbing into the passenger seat as he knew how to drive with the flashing cameras and lights. “Daniel! Is this your new girlfriend?” “Are you still dating Toto?!” Covering your face as you tried to not show your displeasure on your face. “Are they always like this?” “Of course, they don't care about our privacy, we’re just entertainment to them.”

You slump back into the seat as Daniel drove, humming softly along with some random pop song on the radio. “Where are we going now?” “Heading back to your place, but order us something so we could pick it up.” He had interlocked your hands together, rubbing your knuckles. “I mean I can cook for you, I just made groceries and plus, we won’t be out in public.” Daniel couldn’t argue with that, changing directions as he headed back towards your new apartment. You watched as the sky began to change, orange streaks across the city skyline. “Yeah, do you remember your mom’s garlic chicken recipe? I’ve been craving that and she was so kind enough to send it to me.” “I heard, I was little upset that she gave it you before me—I only burnt my kitchen once.” You snorted as you remembered the video, Daniel was being a showoff and then accidently put too much wine, gave the pan a little swirl and then the cabinets were on fire. “I know my mum showed you the video, that took place when I wasn’t racing, so I had to do something to keep my mind occupied.” “You can keep telling yourself that, just stick to getting a personal chef or something—find a girlfriend that will cook for you, make those cute little lunch boxes. I saw Yuki’s bento boxes and I was envy of him.”

Daniel gave you a confused look once he parked outside of your SoHo apartment. “Yuki? How do you know him?” “Toto and I went to dinner one night and saw him with Pierre.” He snorted, Yuki would never defeat the “he’s in love with Pierre '' accusations. Making your way into the building, smiling as the doorman ushered you in. “Good evening Miss Y/N, will he be your only guest tonight?” “Yup and don’t let anyone come up to my door, no one should be coming this late tonight.” The doorman nodded as he unlocked the elevator, Daniel wrapped his hand around your waist pulling you closer to him. “I’m actually really proud of you, I know this wasn’t your original goal, but you’re making due with what you had.” His eyes held respect and affection, but something more than that, it was if you placed the stars in the skies and he wanted to reciprocate that feeling, that need of yearning. “Daniel. I know I keep repeating this, but I’m so thankful for you. You’re probably my one of my greatest best friend I could ever ask for.”

The stainless steel elevator opens much to Daniel’s disappointment, watching around as you struggle to unlock the door. “Finally, but home sweet home, stick your shoes anywhere I don’t care.” Dropping your bag onto the marble countertops, Daniel couldn’t help but be impressed, it felt like you even with the scarce furniture. “Do you like it? The living room is going to be massive, but I’m happy because now I get to host Christmas parties and what not, watch me become a phenomenal host.” He chuckled as he watched you run around in the kitchen, shaking his head. “I like this, honestly this place suits you, are you renting this?” You sheepishly looked away as you placed a glass of wine in his hand as you sat on a bean bag. “Not really….I loved this place too much, so I’m renting to buy. I know it’s a stupid financial decision, but it's only four grand a month and that’s including the HOA fees.” You nervously swallowed your wine as Daniel gave you a disappointed look. “Why? What if they want to kick you out?”

Taking a seat next to him as you grabbed the bottle of wine, shrugging your shoulders. “But get this, I styled their daughter-in-law and found them a pretty good wedding planner. They were so happy with my work that they’re willing to take two hundred and fifty thousand rather than the full amount,this place is worth about 1.2 million dollars! I would never see that in my lifetime!” Daniel did a spit take as he looked at you in shock, much to your enjoyment. “See? You just gotta see my side and I feel like this would be such a blessing for me. I’m young, pretty high up in my career, maybe single—gotta figure that one out, but I’m young enough to take risks like this Danny!” He didn’t have room to argue, spending over a decade in the most dangerous sport that you could do. “I mean, I get it, if I were in your shoes, I would take this opportunity as well.”

Laying against his shoulder, tracing random shapes along his tattooed arms. “Don’t feel like cooking?” “Nope, we should order a pizza.” The older man chuckled as he pulled out his phone, shaking his head. “I could’ve told you that, Roo, I’ll handle this.” You nodded off, watching people go through life without a second thought as Daniel held you in his arms, frustrated by his lack of courage to speak about how he felt for you.

With Toto

The F1 season hasn’t been great for Mercedes, Red Bull has consistently taken the first spot on the podium for races and drivers. As the team principal, Toto needed to secure a win in the Netherlands. Everyone was walking on eggshells around him, Lewis and George kept their heads down and tried their best. “Mate, I dunno, what’s up with Toto, he’s been more on edge lately.” George grunted as he lifted the weight over his head. “Well, Red Bull has been dominating the races and he’s trying to understand why, but also Y/N broke up with him.” Lewis stated, nodding at George’s surprised face. “Look, I’m in the same boat as you, but from what I’ve heard, Toto caused it, making her feel not wanted.” “If you wouldn’t be gossiping, you could be actually winning races.” Lewis and Geroge quickly went back to their workout as Toto stepped in. Lewis wasn’t wrong, but it did frustrate the older man that the paddock saw his frustration, he didn’t like to wear his emotions on his sleeve. “If we can place in the Netherlands, we can start closing the gap between Red Bull and us” Toto tapped on his phone as he messaged the engineers back along with the team. “I’m counting on the two of you to be ruthless, do not hesitate unless you have to.” It wouldn’t take a pigeon to see the exhaustion in Toto’s eyes.

Stepping away from his duties to go to lunch, feeling utterly exhausted as he scrolled through his private Twitter account, typically formula one news among other things. “Mr. Wolff, there’s a blog called Pop Buzz, asking your opinion on Y/N with a mystery man in Italy, I know-” Toto glanced down at her screen, pulling up the mentioned tweet, his frown only deepened as he looked. “I don’t want to comment on it, actually could you get me in touch with Y/N?” She widened her eyes before she began typing away at her phone. Everyone in Mercedes knew of the ‘split’, but privately, Toto didn’t want the general public to know because he truly didn’t know where they stood; he acted impulsively and ultimately ended up hurting the both of them.

“Sir, her assistant claimed that she wasn’t in the office, but I did leave her a message–just don’t check instagram, I would advise not going on social media in general. The comments on our team page and even Lewis’s are questioning what’s going on with her. Do you want to go ahead and confirm your split?” Toto pinched the bridge of his nose, wrangling his temper under control as he reminded himself about everything he had going for him. “No, you don’t have to,I have a Grand Prix to focus on, just let the tabloids keep talking.” Toto kept to himself, answering emails and other matters that needed his attention, but the thought of you with another man sat in the back of his mind.

But it wasn’t fine. Toto laid awake at night, staring at the ceiling of a random hotel room, glancing down at his phone, hoping that you would call. Kracher ❤️, you were his firecracker because he absolutely adored your passion for anything you truly loved. It translated to him when he would forget to mention lunch or even dinner, sending him home with leftovers or recipes that you thought he might like—a home away from home; that’s what you were. He groaned as he stepped onto his balcony, dialing your number. “Hello?” Toto cleared his throat as he rubbed his neck nervously. “Um, hi, it’s me, it’s been awhile.” “Yeah, it has, I heard the season hasn’t been good for Mercedes.” “Yeah yeah, you know—car troubles and Red Bull that’s all, but I would like to see you, if you want.” Another awkward pause. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Toto, I understand your reaction to me ignoring you, but to do it yourself and then call me out of the blue, that takes guts because you could’ve told me that you needed space and I would’ve given that to you. I’m…putting myself first because we need an actual break from whatever this is because it’s not necessarily healthy for us. I recognize that I have some personal issues that I need to work on and I don’t know what you want Toto. I really don’t know.”

“Look, I know what I did was childish, but a break? You did nothing wrong, I was the one who made this stupid mistake, let me prove myself that I’m the right man for you. Y/N, I love you, I truly do, just tell me whatever I need to do to make you happy again.” He could hear you sigh, probably pinching the bridge of your nose. “It’s not my job to tell you what you need to do, I can’t always give you the answers. I love you, I truly do, but I can’t deal with this wishy-washy nonsense anymore.” Toto scoffed, a much nicer way of calling through your bluff as he popped open a bottle aged whiskey. “I would trust you, but how are you gonna work on your issues? I feel this is a very rushed thought process. Is there someone else?” “No there’s not—why are you making assumptions Torger? Is that what we’re doing now, making up assumptions so you can somehow pin the blame onto me when you messed up? Look I’m done with you, call me when you’re calm and actually ready to have adult conversation.” The Austrian billionaire sighed the dial tone, rubbing his eyes as he looked over at the mountains. You were right. Absolutely right and maybe it’s because he's a billionaire and with a snap of his fingers, he could get anything or anyone in the palms of his hand. Both in the height of their careers, especially with their positions, their attention was demanded when being summoned for certain things.

Sighing as you tossed yourself onto the bed, the kicking and muffled screams only helped until you realized that Toto would never admit that he was wrong, only making you ‘forget’ with expensive gifts and sugar-coated words. Seeing your exhausted reflection staring back at you, dark circles underneath your dull, lifeless eyes. You didn’t like who you were becoming, it scared you—this lack of drive to anything besides sleeping was alarming, you wanted to do so much and this relationship, if you could even call it, was basically sucking the soul out of you. You knew in your heart that you weren’t meant to be alone, hence your career choice. Isolation is a poison as you could feel its effects as your thoughts became your worst enemy. “What the fuck am I gonna do?” Your reflection had no answer, only a pitiful look.

Six weeks later

In the following weeks, catching up with Daniel and helping out Dianna, you needed a break—like the one where you sneak off to a different city and shut your phone off until you feel like dealing with people. Lounging in your private jacuzzi as you slipped stupidly expensive wine as you listened to a random podcast in the background, tapping your finger against the ledge. Manhattan’s sunset always brought a wave of serenity to your mind. Daniel had texted you earlier this morning, wanting to see if taking the summer break together was in the cards, you pondered over it, going back and forth before ultimately agreeing. It would be good for you and plus, it would be a great time to fully catch up with the AlphaTauri driver.

The summer break for the drivers was in full swing, the majority heading back to their yachts in Monaco, but Daniel had planned to head back to his farm back home, but he wasn’t alone. “Welcome home, pretty girl.” The driver had pulled you closer by the waist, leaving a small kiss on your cheek. Yawning in response as you tugged your luggage behind him, wondering why you would take almost a thirty hour plus flight? Who knows. “My driver;s going to be driving back home, I know you would be too tired to drive and you don’t trust my driving.” “Do you remember when we snuck out and crashed your dad’s golf cart?” “We were children, plus we still got your ice cream that you begged for.” Rolling your eyes as you playfully shoved him away. “Anyways, is there anything major planned?” You asked as you set your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’, knowing that your assistant will message you every single little question in the bridal book. “Nothing much, just relaxing and may go for a swim, reckon that would be good.” Daniel liked spending his breaks doing mundane tasks—things that he enjoyed. Yachts are great, but an entire week of drinking the day away, maybe another time. “Are you sure? I mean, anything you want to do, I’ll be up for it.” “Of course, we’ll find things around the ranch and hang out with my parents for a bit. Go to the pub, have a bit of fun like the old times.” You threw him a pointed look as he kept walking ahead, his boisterous laughter startling nearby watchers. “I swear if we go to the pub, I’m not partaking in your little games.”

The two of you ended up failing the pub crawl, opting to head home as his mother had dinner waiting for the both of them. “Y/N? Oh my, you look so good, much happier.” Giggling as Grace, Daniel’s mother, hugged you as if you were going to vanish into thin air. “Thank you, getting a new place is also contributing to that as well.” “Daniel told me all about it, for that price in SoHo? I would be happy too.” You sat at the counter, smiling at the view in front of you. “Do you want something to drink? We have tea—plenty of it or even some water.” “Water’s fine, I’m still not a massive tea drinker.” Daniel gave you a mischievous look, much to your playful annoyance. “Because the tea quality in the States is pretty shit, I wouldn’t drink it if I lived there full time.” He slid in next to you, gently pushing your shoulder before leaning against you. “Tea is just gross over all, coffee is so much better—” “Because you dump so much sugar that you can hardly taste anything.”

Grace laughed as you bickered along with her son, watching you as you chased him around. “You haven’t even seen me making coffee! My coffee bar is practical, a few syrups, maybe some cold form and that’s it.” “If you were woman enough, you would drink it straight.” You slapped your hand over Daniel’s mouth, letting out scream as he licked your open palm. “I swear it never stopped, behaving like children.” Joe chuckled as you and Danny continued to wrestle on the floor, pinching at each other's skin. “Alright, Daniel, enough, so Y/N,” You perked up as you landed one final shove against the driver, “How have you been doing? I know your mom tried to keep in touch, but after college it was pretty much radio silence.”

Clearing your throat as you awkwardly looked away, life after college was rough. “Well, I moved back in with my parents, but my dad was still pretty angry about the stunt that I pulled. He tried to ground me, took my keys, my phone—like everything and when I told him no, I’m not going to abide by your crazy rules. My dad kicked me out and my mom watched, obviously she was hurt by my dad’s decision, but ultimately I think she didn’t want to suffer by his hand. I floated around LA for a couple months until I left for New York, trying to work in any editorials, but that didn’t work out. I started out at the bridal shop while I was working for pizza place in Brooklyn and yeah, that’s about it.” Grace nodded her head as she stirred the pasta, humming softly. “I feel like you’re simplifying the last couple of years, I thought you were still at home until we ran into you at the Monaco Grand Prix, by that point, you were dating Toto for almost a year and speaking of that man,” Daniel coughed as he stepped away, catching a glimpse of your face, unrecognizable,” What’s going between you and him?”

You didn’t know yourself, it was complicated and truly messy between you and the Austrian billionaire. “We’re kinda complicated at the moment, just arguing and insecurities. We’re on a break right now, between Mercedes’s poor season and the bridal season coming up. I know personally, I couldn’t be a hundred percent dedicated to him and my job.” Grace could see where the younger woman was coming from, being highly motivated and career driven; it was hard to balance a relationship when your attention was needed. “I understand where you’re coming from, but you've been with Toto for almost two years. That's history that you have with him, are you willing to start over with someone new?” “It depends, I wouldn’t mind, but I want to at least try, but Toto is busy with his job and I can’t make him drop everything and have him come here.” Grace slid you a glass of wine, leading you outside on the balcony as her eyes met with Joe’s.

“You still haven’t confessed?” Joe questioned once the door closed behind the two women. “Of course not, she’s still thinking about Toto and I don’t want to force her to make a decision.” Daniel ran his hand through his curls as he laid back, his father shaking his head as he watched the rugby game. “You’re making yourself miserable to the point where it's frustrating to outsiders.” The younger man nodded his head, watching you speak so animatedly, your hands moving as you spoke passionately about whatever. “I know, but there’s a chance that she’ll go back to Toto and I don’t want to get my hopes up.” Meanwhile you spoke to Grace about past grievances with your relationship. “Maybe it’s because of our upbringing, we came from different backgrounds, I’m so used to being put down and it became almost second nature to not voice my struggles. Toto never created a situation before where I purposely withheld my true feelings from him until that night. He called me needy and maybe, I was stressed out or something was bothering me, but that cut me pretty deeply. I never wanted to come off needy because Toto made that very clear that he didn’t want to deal with someone like that.” Much to Grace’s knowledge, you never came off as that, due to your upbringing, she knew of your hyper independence and that came with the refusal of leaning on someone for help, guidance, etc.

Grace sighed, patting your shoulder as she held you. “I know, it’s a struggle, but honestly, there’s also a cultural divide between you and him along with an age gap. Toto is very blunt and is honest with how he feels, but I can only imagine him wanting the same because a relationship cannot flourish without communication and honesty. Have you thought about dating someone younger or even someone you know?” You wondered who could fit that role, knowing your male friend group was a little small. “Are you…?” She nodded her head as you gestured to the AlphaTauri driver, which almost threw you into a loop for a moment. “I honestly never thought about that, but I mean Daniel is like my best friend. I never saw him in that light—I mean if I’m being honest, I really never thought of him in that way. He’s very handsome and very caring, but we’ve grown up together and I don’t know how that would translate into a relationship.”

“And that’s very valid, you’re at that point in your life, where you’re ready to settle down and start a family. I would want you to be picky and find someone who will take care of you and your needs. I’m not going to push my son, because even though I would want you to be a part of our family, you already are and I know Daniel has his faults—everyone does, but keep your heart open. Take this break and allow yourself the vulnerability and the freedom that you clearly yearn for.” Grace patted your hand before she stepped back inside. You sipped on your wine, sighing as you tapped on the wooden frame. “Hey Roo, dinner’s ready if you want some.” Daniel awkwardly shuffled behind you before clearing his throat. “I’m here for you, you know that right?” “Yeah, I know, I’m just trying to figure out what I want to do.” The AlphaTauri driver gently encompassed your hand with his, he gazed upon you as if you could wave away all of his worries. “I’m sure, you’ll be able to figure it out, you always do and whatever you decision you make, I’ll always support you.”

As the week passed, spending time at the beach, hanging out with old friends at various local pubs, you were nursing your hangover in Daniel’s lavious living room as some random Disney show played in the background. Daniel held you close to his side as he gently played with your hair, humming softly “I’m very glad that you decided to go on break with me. I missed this feeling.” For a moment, everything felt surreal–serene if someone would’ve put it until your phone rang. Toto. “Give me a moment.” Awkwardly smiling as you headed towards the patio, sighing softly as you felt a migraine coming on. “Toto, Hi. Is there something you need?” “Honestly, yes, I just needed to hear if you were okay, I miss your voice. I know things are complicated at the moment, but I do truly love you and want to make things right between us. Enjoy your break with Daniel, Schatz, I’m always a phone call away.” The Austrian’s voice held melancholy as if he was in mourning, “Toto, are you okay? Be completely honest with me, please.” “.....I’m actually not, I’m struggling to perform my best, I’m dealing with a failure of a car, I’m being questioned by Mercedes if I’m even fit enough to lead the formula one team, this season hasn’t been the kindest nor in our favor.” “I completely understand, I know it’s not ideal, especially having Lewis on the roster, a seven-time winner of the World Championships and hasn’t yet achieved a P1. I would be frustrated too, but each season is like the ocean’s tide, it’s constantly receding, but it always comes back. For you, it could be in the second half or next season, just don’t give up, do what makes it feels necessary to keep pushing forward.”

“You always know what to say, that’s what I love about you.” Twirling your braids, looking out onto the vast space of the Australian wilderness, the stars were certainly brighter, there were no blinding city lights masking their beauty. “Toto, I-Look, I miss us and what we used to be, I loved the surprise dates and the flying me out to races, maybe I got used to it and began asking you of it, which I shouldn't have demanded that from you. Toto, I’m halfway across the world and I am honestly miserable, I want us to work this out and make amends.” “Schatz, I feel the same way I do, never feel sorry for wanting my attention, I love spending quality time with you and it’s quite painful being separated this long, but focus on your break and then once the winter break begins, you’ll have me for three months.” “I don’t want to wait that long, maybe Danny won’t mind if I leave a few days earlier and I’ll make my way towards Monaco.” “No, I couldn’t ask you to do that, Daniel invited you on this break and I want you to enjoy it. I've been keeping an eye on the wedding calendar and it’s been busy, especially in New York. Take this time to relax and then when we meet once more, then we can talk about us and where we’ll go from here.”

Whispering goodbyes, you slipped back into the living room where Daniel was scrolling through his phone. “Toto?” Sheepishly nodding your head as you took a seat on the ottoman, pushing back your loose braids. “So that break-“ “I’m pretty sure I’ll go back to him—we just have so much history together that I couldn’t throw us away.” You watched as Daniel stood from the sofa as he walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the refrigerator. “I never meant to lead you on, it was never my intention. You know that, Daniel.” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Y/N, I can’t help it, I’ve loved you for so long, I just want you to be treated the way you deserve. Toto—he’s indecisive, he flipped this entire situation onto you. He was the one who asked about spending more time together, he was the one who was frustrated when you got used to going on spontaneous dates and trips. If I was in Toto’s shoes, you would be treated so well, anything you want and it would be yours in a heartbeat.” You rolled your eyes, following Daniel into the kitchen. “Toto does that already for me-“ “Does he? All I know is that he gets frustrated with his own girlfriend when he’s not winning the season because his car is shit.”

Daniel stepped onto the balcony, his head hanging low as he occasionally gazed upon Perth’s horizon. You sat alone in the living room, wiping your eyes as you wallowed in your self-misery. Did you lead Daniel on? The occasional hangouts when he was in New York, the bar hops, the brunch dates, and even furniture shopping. You thought that’s what friends do, spending time with each other and maybe, it got lost within translation. You stared blankly at the screen once Daniel stepped back in, eyes bloodshot red. “I didn’t bring you here to sleep with you, my mom knew how I felt about you and much to my annoyance–” Your phone dinged–Lover Boy, it made Daniel clear his throat, rubbing his face.

Lover Boy

-I’m heading out right now, see you tomorrow night

-?? What do you mean by that?

- I’m coming to get you

-Wait why?

-Daniel.

“Toto is coming, I didn’t want to make this any awkward than it is even though we have two days left.” The migraine only grew worse as Daniel slipped his beer, shrugging his shoulders. “No…No–Daniel, we could’ve dealt with this. You’re my best friend and I feel like I’m losing you.” The Australian driver chuckled as he headed towards his bedroom, feeling almost jaded by this entire situation. “I just need some time to process this, we spent a lot of time together this week and part of me knew that, you weren’t interested in me and that’s not your fault. I just thought something was there and I don’t know necessarily if we could be best friends again–friends? Yes, but best friends, that's maybe.” You watched as he walked away, unable to hide his sniffs as his shoulders sagged.

Tossing your phone to the side, you didn’t expect this to happen all so fast and it was jarring, giving you almost whiplash. You grabbed your cardigan as you headed towards your room, feeling almost judged, but deep down you know it wasn’t your fault. You cared about Daniel deeply, almost to the point where you could love him, but it wasn’t meant to be. You grew up and there was a certain boyish charm that he had, that wasn’t attracted to you. You were growing in popularity and fame when it came to running the SoHo bridal boutique and yes, having fun in your relationships was a must, but it felt like when you dated men who were like Daniel–it was more like you being the mom instead of the girlfriend.

Daniel rubbed his bloodshot eyes as he curled in bed, his phone was constantly buzzing as he told damn-near everyone his plan

Maxie

-I take it everything went okay?

~Nope. Back with Toto

-Huh?

-I thought they were broken up

-That’s what George told Charles

~Yeah no, he called her and they spoke about something

~he’s coming to get her

-damn I knew how much you loved her

-it’s just kinda fucked up

~I mean I get it almost two years together

~I wouldn’t break up

~try and work it out

After he sent his last message, Daniel turned off his phone, his headache growing as he attempted to sleep this shitty night off—gazing outside of the window until he dozed off.

The tension in the air was so high the next day, that you were suffocating within it—between Daniel’s cold shoulder and his friends popping in and out, making you feel like an outsider even his mother only giving you a pitiful look before she left. You had already packed your things nice and neatly, waiting patiently as you answered emails, deciding to go back to work even earlier. “Y/N?” Perking up as Joe took a seat next to you, flashing a quick smile. “So, Toto, huh?” “Yeah, look I’m sorry–” Joe lifted his hand, shaking his head in almost disappointment. “Never be sorry, love is one thing I don’t question and I cannot help but be biased towards my son, but I know he’s going to find someone meant for him. I don’t blame you at all, we had a previous conversation where we talked about this. I thought with Daniel being in F1, rejection was something that he should’ve been familiar with and not allow him to affect him as much. Daniel will eventually come back, just give him time.” Once the older man left, it was as if time was crawling, seconds turning into minutes as minutes turned into hours. You hoped that Daniel would be kind enough to bring you back into his life, but you had an inkling that it would be otherwise because you chose Toto. Hearing helicopter blades, you stepped towards the glass doors, feeling the butterflies in your stomach grow as you watched a familiar figure step out.

Unable to fight the grin from your face, you stepped from behind the door. “You and your flare of dramatics.” Toto lightly gripped the back of your neck, slamming his lips onto yours as his other hand gripped your hip. Your hands dragged along his toned chest as you feverishly kissed back, feeling the warmth spread throughout your body, settling at the pit of your stomach. “I love you so much.” He chanted breathlessly against your temple, holding you as if you would slip from his grasp. Daniel seethed as he watched the two of you fly away in the moonlight, before he remembered that you were never his.

“Toto–” “Schatz, let’s just get to the plane first and then we can talk.” Toto’s voice held no room for arguments as he guided you forward with his hand on the small of your back. This was a different tension, but it was still there; lingering like a smoke cloud overhead. During the short flight, the Austrian billionaire laid the occasional kisses across the back of your hand and whispering sweet nothings. It was almost like a whirlwind, between the helicopter and onto the plane; being in so close proximity with him almost sent you. Sitting across from Toto as he was occupied with his phone, probably sending last minute emails as you sat there uneased by the entire situation. “What’s going on in your mind?”

With those simple words, it was as if the dam finally broke and you couldn’t hold it in, sobbing as he pulled you onto his lap. Toto chuckled, peppering kisses along your temple as he attempted to soothed you. “I feel like with me getting promoted, put a dent between us because before I could travel more and attend races and I didn’t have my insecurities coming out in full force. I knew I would see you in the following weeks and now, it’s like—yes, phone calls help, but I love physically seeing you. This bridal season has been draining on me, the few people who still come to work—” He stole a small kiss from you as Toto brought you into the back in the private bedroom, laying you onto the bed. “We talked about this, anytime you’re ready to quit or take a sabbatical, I’ll take care of you.” “Toto, I have a mortgage now, I have important things to take care of.”

Toto shook his head, waving your concerns off, because it’s a trauma response–you couldn’t depend on your family, being ignored, left behind, etc. “Schatz. Let me take care of you, go part time and I’ll take care of the rest of the bills along with other necessities and entertainment. You’ll still have your independence.” You couldn’t deny his argument. It would give you the flexibility that you needed, shyly nodding your head. “Okay, but we need to work out the logistics. I could spend three months in Monaco, then fly back home. “Or apply for citizenship, I know good immigration lawyers because I see a future with you and I want to make the right efforts towards that.” He twirled one of your braids around his finger as the dull hum of the plane created a calming atmosphere with you curled into his side, his scent created a dull hum in your lower stomach.

Your manicured nails gently tilted his head towards yours, sighing softly as your lips touched, feeling the electric charge in the air as Toto grasped your hip, laying you back onto the lavish bed. “We don’t have to–” Silencing him with your hand, a playful smile adorned your face. “I want to, I missed you.” The billionaire snicker held almost disbelief before he seeked your lips once more feverishly, your hands tugged at the hem of his shirt. Your shirt was nimbly taken care of as Toto threw it across the room. His eyes darken as your white lacy bra was on full display, you practically looked like an angel with your braids creating halo around your head. “My beautiful, beautiful darling, how I missed you.” Your hands gripped his shoulders as he dived into your chest, nipping and biting your breasts as he squeezed them.

The dull feeling turning into a roaring fire as each second passed by, pulling his shirt off as he sat up, cursing softly. “Condom. I don’t—” “Fuck it, if it happens, it happens.” Toto bit the inside of his cheek, praising someone above for this woman laying on his bed. His hand toyed with your waistband, smirking at your reaction as his hand slipped inside. Whining as he grazed your thong, toying with you as if he wasn’t phased by the site in front of him. “Schatz, I know you’re needy, baby, but I have to take my time, I know she misses me,” He smirked at the sight, head tossed back and hands gripping the sheets as you twisted and turned cupping your covered pussy with his massive hand,” So receptive of my touch.” Toto’s patience finally faded as he ripped off your sweatpants, immediately sinking to his knees as he pulled you closer by the hips.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as Toto thumbed at your covered clit roughly as he chuckled in glee. He pulled your hand away, increasing his pace, not even caring if the flight attendant heard you. Your moans were music to his ears, your gasps and whines spurred him on, licking your pussy through your panties trying to indulge in your taste. “Fuck–a little more, right.” Toto pulled away, laughing at your frustrated look as he pulled off his shirt as he attempted to dive in for more. “No, take everything off.” You demanded as you tossed your thong at his head, easily catching it as it stuffed them in his jeans. “Such a demanding little brat, I’m keeping these.”

You groaned, tossing your head back as Toto stripped down to his boxers, his hard cock was on full display as you reached for him he stepped away—much to your annoyance. “You’ll get to see me when you behave.” Climbing into the bed, he took his place at your side. One of his hands pinched and twisted your nipple, laughing as he suddenly inserted a finger inside of you, much to your surprise. You held onto his wrist, your head was swirling in pleasure as you rubbed your clit in tandem. Toto relished in your moans, nipping at your neck as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. “There we go, my pretty little slut,” Your hips began to push against his thick fingers, drooling onto the bed as your mind was turning into mush,” If you’re already this fucked out, I can’t wait see you bouncing on my cock like the good little whore you are.”

Toto pushed your hand away, pushing you past your limits as he managed to push two more fingers in; the balance between pain and pleasure becoming blurring. Sobbing into the nook of your arm, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter. Toto’s smirk only grew as he watched your face for the telltale signs of your coveted orgasm, smirking when you tried to slap his chest as he slowed down his pace. “Pussy’s so wet, probably loving how they can hear you begging for me.” His free hand tangled within your braids, pulling them with enough force as he suddenly stopped.

You slumped against the plush mattress, panting as you tried to catch your breath. “Color, schatz?” “Green, so fucking green, please let me come, I’ll be your good girl” You pleaded, missing the dark glint in Austrian’s eyes as he cupped your face. “Don’t worry about that, I know you will,” Toto laid on his back, laughing at the look in your wide eyes,”Now, ride me, and not that pathetic shit, you know how I like it.” Slowly climbing on top, cursing softly as his cock penetrated your sensitive walls. He rolled his eyes, gripping your hips as he slammed the rest of his cock inside of you which triggered your orgasm with almost no warning. It was like a punch in the gut, crying out as you squirted cross his lap and chest as it pool down into the sheets Toto grunted as your walls constricted his cock, almost making him come in the process. Planting his feet firmly on the bed, you gave him the concerned look. “Just because you came, doesn’t mean I’m stopping.”

Scrambling to hold onto as he jack hammered into you, grunting as your nails dragged down his chest. The pleasure slowly began to affect Toto’s self control, tossing his head back between pillows– the loud, wet squelching sounds echoing off the walls and your pleads somehow made his cock harder. “Such a good girl for me, pussy squeezing me like a vice.” Tossing your head back as he focused on your swollen clit, sobbing as the overstimulation became painful, but it was addicting to the point, you didn’t want to stop for anything. “Toto! Please, I can’t- I can’t–” But your hips pushed back, seeking another high as he gripped your hips, leaving finger-shaped bruises.

Toto bit his bottom lip as he tried to stave off his impending orgasm, between your breasts bouncing in face along with the vice grip of your pussy. “Schatz, close?” You whined, nodding your head as you reached off his hand, pulling it towards your clit. He watched as you tossed your head back, withering in pleasure on his cock; it was sight that he wanted immortalized on his wall. He couldn’t careless about the noises, let any and everyone hear them. “Toto–Please I–” He pulled onto his lips, quieting you down as your reached your peak; which triggered his—his whole body shuddered as he painted your walls white, spurt after spurt. Panting as the two of you laid in the afterglow as his arms laid limply around your back, it was a moment of silence as you stared outside of the small window. You could faintly see the outlines of the clouds as you traveled back home, dozing off as Toto began to draw circles onto your back. “Schatz, once again,I am truly sorry for my behavior and I cannot promise that my temper won’t flare up again, but I’ll try to keep in check for you.” “And those poor engineers too, I’ve heard about your outbursts too. I can’t always be your destressor.” Stealing a kiss, Toto chuckled as he rolled you onto your back, feeling at peace for once in weeks.

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hyunnieshannie · 9 months

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Youtiful Series: CHAN

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🖤: Chan x Reader | Youtiful Series 🖊️: 2,393 🚨: ANGST- SO MUCH ANGST - Fluffy af tho

You love your boyfriend, you really, really do. But sometimes it’s so fucking difficult to take care of him. You’ve been dating Chan for 5 years. Of course things were rocky at some points in your relationship but you both knew and hoped that you were endgame. Since you’ve been with Chan for so long, you’ve been dubbed the ‘Mom’ of the Stray Kids boys and you wore that title like a badge of honor. They listened to you more than Chan anyway. But as the group mom it meant that you were taking care of more people, which meant that your attention was stretched out amongst 8 boys. You didn’t really mind though, you saw the rest of the boys like they were your brothers anyway.

You weren’t really surprised when you’d go days without hearing from your boyfriend. When they had projects coming up, Chan always buried himself in his work - something you got used to very early on in the relationship. He works very hard and you love him for his work ethic although you wished he’d at least send you a text to let you know he was alive. But thankfully, one of the boys usually sent you a picture of their hyung working in the studio or sending you a text saying they were feeding him and taking good care of him.

It was only after a week that you started to worry about him. He usually never went more than 3 days without responding to your texts. But this time was much different. He’d read your messages and never sent anything back. He’s never done that before. He always texts you right after he reads the message or calls you. He never leaves you on read. You pick up the phone and call him. The phone rings 10 times before he finally picks up.

“Hello?”

“Hi Channie,” you sigh as you smile to yourself, finally happy you were able to speak to him. “I was thinking of coming by to bring you some dinner, is that alright?”

“Ah no, that’s ok. Jisung ordered food for us so it should be here shortly.” Chan said, you could tell that he was distracted by whatever project he was working on.

“Oh, ok. Are you doing ok? It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you..” you trail off, not wanting to accidentally start a fight.

“Oh sorry about that, just been busy. You know how it is.” He says plainly.

“Ok, well I won’t keep you. Have a nice dinner. I love you Channie.” You say with a forced smile on your face.

“Mmm you too baby.” He says before hanging up the phone. You can’t help but feel your heart sink a bit once you drop the phone to your lap. You shake your head and force a smile on your face.

“He’s just busy, that’s all. No need to worry, y/n. Everything’s gonna be fine.” You say to yourself, not sure why you need to convince yourself in the first place.

Another week goes by before you hear from Chan. You keep pushing your anxiety down. You know the boys are busy and you know Chan always puts every piece of himself into his work. But there’s this nagging feeling that’s gnawing at your heart that’s telling you that something’s wrong. You ignore it not wanting to worry the people around you, especially the boys.

“How’s Chan?” You ask Felix as you lay across his lap, playing this silly game he recommended.

“Channie-hyung? He’s great actually, why do you ask?” Felix says as he taps on the controller staring hard at the television in front of the two of you.

“Just curious is all. He’s been in the studio a lot lately so it’s been hard to get a hold of him.” That statement had Felix pausing the game and looking down at you.

“Y/n, we finished recording everything 2 weeks ago…” Felix says as he watches your facial expression sour.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“We finished recording 2 weeks ago. Channie-hyung has been leaving the same time we have.” Felix says cautiously. “He left with us today too.”

You abruptly stand up, almost elbowing Felix in the face. “H-hey y/n where are you going?”

“To find my fucking boyfriend.” You seethe as you force your shoes back on and walk out the door slamming it behind you.

It takes you no time at all to reach your boyfriend's dorm, storming through the front lobby and stalking your way to his door. You let yourself in and let the door slam behind you. Changbin peaks around the corner wide eyed.

“Oh Jesus. Hey y/n. You scared the shit outta me. I thought you were a robber or something.” Changbin laughed, his eyes relaxing and a small smile gracing his lips. Only after seeing your expression did his sour as well. “Y/n what's wrong?” He asks as he quickly moves in front of you holding your shoulders gently.

“Where is he.” You demand quietly.

“Who? Where’s who?” Changbin asked, confused.

“My lying boyfriend. Where. Is. He.” You say as the anger begins to boil inside your being. Changbins face falls and he drops his hands from your shoulders.

“He’s in his room.” Changbin says blankly, moving out of your way as you breeze past him to your boyfriend's room.

You try to calm yourself before you confront him but the more you stand there the angrier you got so you quickly flung the door open and stepped inside. Chan was laying on his bed, his phone in his hand and his eyes wide as he took in your form. You didn’t let him get a word in before you started rambling.

“What the fuck is going on Chris? I have to learn from Felix that you guys have been done recording for the past 2 weeks which means you’ve been lying to me this whole fucking time?! What the fuck? Telling me you’ve been working late in the studio when in reality you’ve been going home at the same time as the rest of the boys! You’ve been avoiding the shit out of me and I’ve been trying my best to keep things together but I can’t handle this anymore. I’ve been worried sick at home, crying myself to sleep most nights because I don’t know what’s going on with you. With us. Instead of ignoring me and distancing yourself from me just tell me you don’t want to date me anymore.” You’re so frustrated you start spewing everything at him, angry tears falling down your cheeks. You don’t care how loud you’re being either, the rest of the boys can definitely hear every word you’re saying.

“Y/n, baby.” Chan says as he gets up to comfort you.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Chris.” You say as you push his hands away from you. “You don’t get to do that after ignoring me for weeks. Not answering my calls or my texts. You don’t get to bury this. Explain yourself. Now. Or I’m leaving.” You say as you cross your arms over your chest, locking eyes with him, tears still cascading down your cheeks.

Chan sighs and backs up to his bed and sits at the edge, placing his head in his hands, letting out a long sigh. He’s quiet for a long time and you take that as his answer. You turn to open the door when you hear him mutter something.

“What?” You ask as you turn back to him.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” He looks up at you and his face is red, eyes watering and tears spilling down his cheeks. He stutters as he takes a breath in and out. “I’m so, so sorry, y/n.”

You’re not sure what to say. You want to ask what he’s sorry about but you can’t find the words, your breath caught behind the lump in your throat. You stay silent and hope that he explains further.

“I’m sorry, baby, I really am. I never…” a sob wracks its way through him, completely breaking down in front of you. You feel yourself flinch when the instinct to console him rushes through your body, but you remain still. Too scared that he might push you away if you get too close. “I’m.. I ne-… baby, I’m so sorry.” He says through broken breaths.

“Breathe, Chris.” You say as calmly as possible, a little bit of your anger slips through at the end however. He does as you say though and takes in slower breaths.

“I’m sor-“

“If you apologize one more time without giving me an explanation I’m leaving.” You say firmly, knowing full well that if you didn’t stop the ‘im sorry’ train, he’d continue down that track for hours.

“I… there were… rumors.” He says as he looks down towards the floor, wringing his hands together. “There were tweets and tiktoks being made about… me… and you… I didn’t know what to do. People saw us out a few months ago and threatened to leak the photos. Our faces weren't visible so the company decided not to respond. But when we didn’t respond, they posted them anyway. There’s been so much speculation and people have been saying such horrible things about what they’d do if I ever had a girlfriend. I was told to not say anything, not to address the rumors, to go on business as usual. But every time I went online that’s all I saw. And I panicked. I didn’t want them to find out about you because I didn’t want them to attack you. I wanted to keep you safe so I distanced myself. I didn’t know what else to do. It was the only way I could think of protecting you.”

You stand there processing his rambling. You’ve been so busy you haven't been online as much as you usually were. Chan keeps muttering ‘I’m sorry’s’ and ‘I didn’t know what to do’. You didn’t know he was having such a hard time and you wish he would’ve just told you instead of keeping it from you.

You slowly approach him and kneel in front of him, pulling his hands away from his face and holding them in your hands.

“You should’ve told me.” You whisper to him.

“I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t want you… no I couldn’t.” He says through shaking breaths. You squeeze his hands tighter in yours.

“But you pushed me away instead. Do you know how worried I was for you? I thought that you were pushing me away because you were getting bored of me, or because… you didn’t love me anymore.” You say the last part quietly, too scared to even voice that the thought had crossed your mind. Chan immediately breaks upon hearing it, falling to the floor in front of you and bringing you in for a tight hug.

“Fuck… I’m so sorry. Baby…” He tries as he sobs into your shoulder, tears falling down your own cheeks as you hug him back just as tight. You both hold each other in your arms, letting all the tears out. When you both stop crying and calm your breaths you both pull away but still keep your limbs tangled together.

“Baby… I-I’m so sorry.” Chan begins as he looks at you with such sad eyes. “I never meant to make you feel like I didn’t love you anymore. I didn’t think… I had no idea that pulling away from you would make you think that. I wasn’t thinking.” He lets out a shaky breath, squeezing your hands so tightly. “I love you so much, I- I would do anything for you.”

You smile sadly at him. You place one of your hands on his cheek, cradling his face in your palm. “You would?”

“Of course.”

“Then let me in.” You whisper, placing your other hand on his empty cheek. He nuzzles into your palm as you continue. “Don’t push me away. Tell me about all your worries, your struggles, your dreams, your desires. Let me in and I’ll do the same. I love you, Chan, I want to be able to take care of you.”

“B-but, I don’t want you to worry. I want to be strong for the both of us.”

“You don’t need to be strong, baby. I just want you to rely on me more. Please..”

He looks at you and then down to the ground and back up at you. “Ok, but I want you to rely on me too.”

You nod at his request and a small smile appears on his lips.

“I’m sorry baby, really, I am.” Chan says as he pulls you closer to him.

“No more apologies.” You whisper as you place a feather light kiss on his lips. You rest your forehead against his. “Can we snuggle? All these tears made me really tired..”

Chan chuckles and pulls you off the ground with him and directs you to lay down, not getting in the bed with you.

“Where are you going?” You ask, a little worried that he’s going to run away again.

“Just getting some water for us, I’ll be right back. Promise.” He gives you a small smile before quickly padding out of the room. You close your eyes and you can hear murmuring from the hallway, but you’re far too tired to eavesdrop on the conversation. A few moments later you feel the bed dip beside you and you open your eyes being met with Chan’s face mere inches from yours.

“Who was that?” You ask Chan sleepily as you pull him closer to you.

“Jisung. He heard us and was worried. I told him we were good.” He hums as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

You both lay in silence, Chan rubbing small circles on your back.

“You sleepy?” Chan asks as he pulls away to get a better look at your face.

You hum in response, opening your eyes to look at him. He chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead.

“Sleep, baby.” He places another kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Channie.” You say slowly as you nuzzle your head into his chest, squeezing your arms around him, and drifting off to sleep.

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 10 months

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Hey-o, back again with another chapter of that other thing! Apparently people actually liked it? I guess Imma have to start drafting an entire story now...Ah well, it's a good way to pass the time. I already finished the third chapter, I gotta type it up and edit it tho.

Anyways, here's the chapter! We get a peek through the boys' perspective this time...

On with the show!

(Ch 1 is here if anyone wants it)

Word Count: 1, 660

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Sun’s smile falls quickly into place as he greets the children, matching his persona of the sweet, bubbly animatronic he was designed to be.

He was quite literally made for the stage, which is why no one ever questioned how smoothly the daycare ran. He wrangled children and entertained them, attending to his charges and keeping the place up to date, organizing itineraries and schedules, effectively (running the place) entirely on his own…with Moon’s help, of course.

He made sure everything was perfect-and it was!-without anyone’s help. So he never could understand why management had hired that nuisance that clearly wasn’t wanted.

Ah, the “Daycare Assistant.” He stole a glance at you, smile faltering to a grimace before he corrected himself, watching you interact with the children. If it were up to him, he wouldn’t let them anywhere near you, but rules were rules.

You apparently felt his eyes on you, because you looked up and gave him a small wave. His eyes narrowed, and he made no move to return it, taking small joy in how you faltered and shrank in on yourself.

They couldn’t wait until your contract expired and they could finally have the place to themselves. Try as they might, they couldn’t find any loopholes in the document, Fazbear made it airtight. They had tried to scare you off and make you quit, but like the bothersome little imp you were, you refused to yield. They had expected Moon’s scare the first few nights to do the trick, but to their surprise, you just came back the next day. His taunts and tricks got nothing but an eye roll and a shrug. Sun kept pushing, making up rules that didn’t exist to no avail: you just went along with the changes and apologized for not knowing.

There was that other thing that baffled them, how you kept trying to worm your way into their good graces. You played nice with the kids, you didn’t argue against their wishes, you apologized for your and their mistakes. You followed them around like a puppy, always desperately eager to please. Couldn’t you get the hint and realize that they wanted nothing to do with you, that your tricks wouldn’t work?

He took another glance out of the corner of his eye, noticing your change in wardrobe. At least it hadn’t been like last time, he’d caught you with earbuds in and a shirt that was not up to dresscode. Still, even with your efforts to make yourself scarce, it wasn’t enough. They knew why management had hired you: to keep an eye on them and report everything, the company’s little spy. You had no right to be here, in their daycare, nosing your way into things and writing little notes to management every shift, commenting on things and picking them apart. No one had asked for your opinion, certainly them, and they didn’t know what management saw in you to value yours over theirs.

(They noted begrudgingly that your comments had yet to say anything against them. It was mostly just recommendations for things or supply requests, little notes about how each day went.)

You did your job, but not well enough. You were absentminded, always staring off into space as if there was something more important to be done. You hung back and left them to do all the work, and even when you actually did what you were paid for, it wasn’t done up to standard. You didn’t play with the kids often, usually hanging back and leaving them to do all the work. Sometimes, you didn’t even show up! They could recall last month, when you had missed two weeks, two whole weeks, of work, citing your excuse to management and asking that it be kept private. They hadn’t detected any issues with your health (except for a slight increase in stress levels and lack of sleep, which would be worrying if they could bring themself to be concerned about the likes of you), so whatever excuse you’d given was probably invalid. And you left the daycare during work hours often, despite having the whole hour of naptime off, which you’d never used no matter how much they wished you would.

Speaking of naptime, the lights cut, and Moon comes out, quickly settling the children in. He selects a story from the shelves and spins a tale for them to drift off to. Soon enough, the air fills with soft, whistling snores and wafting lullaby notes in the comfortable silence.

For a moment, everything is right.

Unfortunately, it’s interrupted by a certain someone.

A shame, really, that you insisted on staying. He was so sure you’d tire of it eventually and just out like every employee had thus far, and yet here you were, back just to spite him.

No matter. He would find a crack in your facade eventually, and he’d watch you break.

He was content with just bugging you for now, finding the little chinks in your armor and chipping away at them, trivial as they were. You were quite fun to mess with, though he wished you’d give a proper reaction.

He stands up, calling his tether and launching into the air, scanning the daycare in search of you. As usual, you’re at the desk, eyes trained on its surface with a dim look, like you were seeing through it, beyond the dimly lit room.

Carefully descending from the ceiling so as not to alert you, Moon sets two hands on the chair.

Nothing.

Without warning, he jerks the chair and swivels it harshly to face him, prompting a sharp inhale as you stiffen, tensing at the sight of him. He snickers, and you catch yourself, forcing your shoulders to lower. You give him a questioning look. “Hi, Moon. Need something?”

You sounded bored. That wouldn’t do. He resists the urge to roll his eyes and scoff, instead turning his faceplate slowly with a mocking grin. “Just waiting.”

Predictably, you tilt your head and ask, “For what?”

His grin grows wider, and he quickly snatches your bag and shoots back up to the ceiling, just out of your reach but still clearly visible as he begins to rifle through your belongings.

You make a little sound of protest but don’t voice your annoyance, just watching him examining its contents with mild irritation, standing up and crossing your arms.

So he tries harder to rile you up and provoke you, taking more things out and messing with them before tossing them onto the floor half-hazardly.

That seems to do the trick. Your eyes narrow slightly, lips pursed in restraint. You sigh and shoot him a tired glare. “Moon, can I please have my stuff back?”

He only chuckles, rummaging through the bag full of all sorts of things. You always made sure to take particularly good care of your things, which made it all the more easier to get on your nerves. Wire earbuds are pulled apart to an uncomfortable length before being discarded, along with a book he skimmed through. Knowing it was yours made him feel less guilty about stretching out the spine and dog-earing a page or two, especially with the satisfaction of watching you hold back your anger under your well-placed facade when he crumpled a couple.

Still nothing from you outside of your repeated request for your things back.

He plucked your phone out, dangling it from a dangerous height to scare you before slipping it into his pocket and ‘confiscating’ for the day with the small declaration of “Mine now,” at your indignant look. His eyes landed on a small notebook, and he picked it up, weighing his options of whether he should open it or not, not noticing the way you tensed when he reached for it.

His thoughts were interrupted when you tried to swipe out of his hands, having gathered up the rest of your things. “Come on, Moon, give it back.”

Oh? How interesting…He shook his head with feigned apology, dangling it away from you but not opening it. “Sorry, security protocol gives me authorization to check luggage if I’m detecting suspicious behavior.”

You both knew that it didn’t apply in this situation, but he knew you hated confrontation almost as much as he liked pulling rank. You reluctantly allowed him to continue his unwarranted search (as usual).

Satisfied with having aggravated you, he took his leave, content with his minor torment. He returned to the children, watching his work pay off.

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You survey the damage. He’d been relatively tame with it today. You recall the last time he did a search. You’d had to buy new headphones and tape a couple things together, not to mention being locked out of your apartment until he graciously returned the keys he’d ‘borrowed’.

You ran your hand over your book, grimacing at the creases. You’d just bought it, needing something to do during the hour of naptime after having been banned from using your phone, which currently sat in Moon’s pocket.

(You realized you’d need to ask Sun for that afterwards.

Great.)

Technically, you could go on break during naptime, it was the given block of free time management had provided for lunch. The issue with that was leaving your things here, with a certain someone who had a knack for making your stuff disappear.

So no leaving the daycare, which meant doing absolutely nothing for what felt like an eternity. You’d considered sleeping like the children, but you didn’t trust them not to pull something.

Your stomach growls, crying out for food, and you wince. Right. No break meant no lunch. You’d tried eating in here once, only to be stopped by Moon, who claimed that food with unknown substances wasn’t permitted because of the children’s allergies.You hadn’t had breakfast this morning either, but that’s alright. You’d make up for it afterwards. You just had to survive for three more hours…

Aaand that's a wrap! Hope that was up to standard, I'm still trying to figure out how to make the dialogue more tense, sorry. Moon's teasing here is a lot less drastic than it usually is, but it still annoys MC because it they have a certain order that things need to be in. I did base y/n heavily off of myself, as this was more of a personal thing before I decided to make it a fic. But yeah, the boys are kinda just assholes for now. It'll get better eventually, although I do need to figure out how not to rush the plot too fast...

Third chapter'll be out in a couple days, maybe? I don't like submitting what I have without having something else prepared, so it's gonna be on pause until I start the fourth one. The third is...not to my liking, but we'll see.

Also thanks for reading, I do appreciate the comments :) Criticism and suggestions are also welcome, as I am new to this whole thing.

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #moon x reader #sun x reader #fnaf dca x reader #i dunno how to tag this am I doing it right????#I'm so scared I'll find a typo or somethin later #Sundrop x reader #Moondrop x reader #sundrop x y/n #moondrop x y/n #Where the Stars Don't Shine

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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Alright, I don't know if you're still taking requests but I had this fun little idea and I just had to leave it here.

A platonic Turtle bois + April(& Casey Jr if possible, don't feel obligated to if you don't feel like writing him tho) x Reader where the gang asks the Reader who's their favorite one(as in favorite best friend), and Reader just insists they don't do favorites until one day Reader forgets their sketchbook there and when the gang takes a little peak at it they just find pages upon pages filled to the brim with full on Mikey drawings(colored, shaded and all), doodles, sketches, even handmade stickers and all along with other stickers that resemble Mikey(like Pizza stickers, tangerines since it's the same as his color, radio boxes, skates all that jazz)

This is totally not because Mikey is my favorite character in the entire series and I think he's pretty underrated compared to his other brothers-

Anon🌠

The Favorite

author’s note: INSTANT YES, I love it, I completely agree, here you are my 🌠 anon

warnings: capital F for Fluff c; unedited

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“We all know who it is,” Leo said smugly. Kicking his feet up on the coffe table. “Know who? What now?” You said looking up from your phone. You hadn’t realized it but everyone was looking at you. The turtles, April, and Casey. “Okay I’m definitely missing something..” you said feeling nervous from all their stares. “Oh ya know just that I’m your favorite friend!” Leo continued to say, a wide smirk on his face.

“Leo, don’t kid yourself, I’m their favorite,” Raph said throwing a pillow at the blue clad turtle, it smacked him squarely in the face since he had those smug eyes closed. “Oomph!” He sputtered. “Scoff! You two?? The favorite??? My calculations would state otherwise,” Donnie pipped up. “And let me guess your calculations say you?” Casey asked crossing his arms with a slight smile. “Exactly future boy, exactly,” Donnie replied.

“Well I’d definitely want to be the favorite,” Mikey said excitedly, turning in his bean bag to give you the biggest puppy dog eyes. “Sorry boys, I mean the answer is obviously April O’Neil~~~” April sang confidently. Soon everyone was claiming to be the favorite, trying to talk over one another until you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts.

“Guys!” You said and immediately they hushed, looking expectantly at you, each ready to be proven right. “I don’t have a favorite!” You exasperated, shaking your head at all of them sincerely. “Yes, let them down easy Y/n, the truth can stay between us,” Leo said quickly, because he had totally expected you to say his name. “Leo I’m serious! How could I possibly choose between my best friends??”

“Easy, by saying April O’Neilllllll~~~” she sang again and everyone started arguing again! Casey shot you a glance, shaking his head as if to say ‘oh well what’re you gonna do?’ He had to deal with this same situation not too long ago. He had tried to say the same thing, that he loved everyone equally but c’mon, Leo is totally his favorite. Casey told him so privately just so Leo didn’t break down.

Thankfully they dropped it after you kept your answer steady. No favorites! You were happy to be friends with them alllll. A week went by and you were back at the lair, thinking that the whole discussion was finally over with. When suddenly you got an important call, “Oh my god, I think this is them!! This is it!! I either get the job or get let down!!” Everyone wished you good luck as you stepped out of the living area into the sewers for some privacy.

You had been doodling in your sketchbook, leaving it closed and unattended. Leo’s eyes turned mischievous after a moment of silence. “The time has come!” He announced and everyone was looking his way like ‘oh lord what’s he about to do.’ “Y/n’s prized art book will surely tell us who the favorite is!” Mikey was just as curious as Leo but he knew how private a sketchbook was. “I don’t know Lee..” he started to say reluctantly.

“How about this Mikey just a quick peek!” Raph said as Leo snatched the book, everyone leaning closer from their seats. The first few pages was of the entire group, all laughing or making silly faces which made everyone smile and “awe.” But as Leo kept flipping through pages, the main color of choice became orange. Sketches of Mikey and his stickers, skateboard, the boombox radio he carried around. Mikey’s face flushed a dark green, more than flattered that you had chosen to draw him. “Well well well, Angelo would’ve been my second guess,” Donnie said informatively. It didn’t come as a surprise to the purple turtle because Mikey was his favorite brother.

Leo kept flipping until the pages turned blank. “So Mikey, how’s it feel to be the favorite?” He sniffed, a little jealous but happy for his brother. Especially when he saw how happy Mikey was. “Hurry and put it back Leo!” He said not wanting to get caught rifling through your things. “Guyyyys!” You shouted from the sewers and no sooner you were back into the common area. “I got the job!!” You said smiling a big cheesy smile. Congratulations and cheers were in order and April gave you a big hug, knowing how hard it was to get not just a job but a good job!

Mikey was still reeling from the secret knowledge of him being your favorite. So when the whole gang piled into the hug, he gave you an extra squeeze a slight blush still on his face. “You draw really well by the way,” Leo said in the middle of the hug. A moment of silence for those words to settle and you gasped, “you didn’t!!!” you said in an accusatory tone. He smiled sheepishly, “hey wasn’t just me!” and you turned to the whole group, “so we’re going through everyone’s things now?!”

“It was Leo’s idea,” Donnie made sure to say. “And none of you stopped him?!” Mikey’s fingers came together tapping, “well I tried, but I’m happy I got to see your sketchbook, you do draw really well..” Mikey gave you the brightest smile and it was your turn to blush. Realizing he had seen all of the drawings you did of him, of his things. “I can’t believe you guys!!” You sputtered trying to maintain an angry expression but at this point you were just flattered at getting compliments from Mikey. He inspired you greatly and you thought his artwork was the best out there. “Well, the favorite can make it up to you somehow,” Leo teased and you groaned.

Yeah… Mikey was your favorite.

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127tyong · 1 year

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I.O.U

(Be There For You Follow Up)

A/N: Same universe as BTFY, different characters, same medicine. You don't need to read BTFY to understand this story tho they're kinda their own thing

Pairing: Qian Kun X Reader

Genre: Be There For You AU, Smut, Doctor Kun, Good Ending, (as always, i know nothing about medicine lol)

Warnings: Mind Break, kun is kinda mean

Word Count: 2.3k

“I mean, every college kid does a clinical trial to make a quick buck at least once, right? That’s just like, part of the freshman experience!” You were on the phone with your friend as you stood outside the clinic, ready to get tied up to an IV for 10 hours or have your sleep monitored.

“Whatever. Don’t let them do anything stupid to you, alright?” Your friend replied, dryly.

“They’re doctors! They wouldn’t intentionally hurt me, right? Anyways, I’m gonna go in!” Way too optimistic, considering you were willing to go through Hell for $1000.

You walked in and went to the front desk.

“Hi, can I help you?” The worker, wearing a name tag that said “Jeno” asked you. He seemed… like your average nerd. Chunky, black rimmed glasses in a rectangle shape.

“I’m actually wondering if you have any studies that I could participate in.” You smiled up at him, biting your lip, as to avoid asking him if his bright pink hair was up to code.

“Hm…” He grabbed a paper. “How about you fill this out to let us get a better grasp of who you are, then I’ll have a doctor chat with you, alright?” He quickly smiled up at you, but his eyes were cold, probably wishing you’d leave him alone already.

You nodded. “Thanks!”

After about 30 minutes and 100 questions later, you were called into an exam room, and you sat on the bed in there.

A young man with wire rimmed glasses and light blue hair entered and applied hand sanitizer. “So, my name is Kun Qian. So I’ve checked your questionnaire and your medical history, and I’ve compiled a list of things you are able to participate in.”

He handed you a stack of papers, and on top, there it was.

Project E 2.0

This medication is being tested to treat PCOS and other hormone irregularities.

Side effects include a heightened libido, sensitivity during sex, as well as more intense and stronger orgasms.

You glanced up at Kun, who was clicking his pen. “I’ll just do this one, it seems simple enough.”

Kun sighed, rolling his neck back to crack his neck. “The E one? It’s important for you to know that the side effects of this medication are… strong, to say the least.”

“What, am I going to go feral? It’s fine, just give me the jab.” You laughed, but Kun didn’t respond.

“Yes. The woman who received the 1.0 version was unable to sleep, eat… she couldn’t live a normal life for several weeks because of it. All she was able to do was have sex and be force-fed by her doctor… Well, boyfriend now, I guess.” He pulled off his glasses and looked you in the eye. “I promise, I will be right here, ready to assist you, or anything you may need, but I need to know that you can deal with the pain.”

“Well, when you put it like that… I guess I should learn a bit more first.”

“Do you have a husband or wife? Any significant other that might be able to help?” Kun started to write stuff down on his clipboard.

“Er, I have a roommate?” You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, unsure of what Kun meant.

Kun exhaled loudly, leaning back in his chair, his annoyance with you obvious. “I meant someone you could have sex with, madam.”

“I have a vibrator?” You laughed, the hairs on your arms standing due to your nerves.

Kun bit his lip. “I think it’s in your best interest to choose another option.”

“Um, but I think this would be the easiest for me… All I have to do is track possible side effects, right? And I can go home?” You flipped through the other studies, ranging from a hypothermia study to a sociology study.

“Well, you’d have to stay here for a week, only so we can see how you’d react… but yes, you can.” Kun clicked his pen against the clipboard. “I’ll give it to you. Let me lead you to your room.

It actually wasn’t that bad, considering this was an independent clinic. You had your own bedroom and bathroom, and your roommate sent you clothes for your week stay.

Kun sat on the chair next to your bed, letting you settle in before giving you the shot.

“I’m ready.” You sat on the bed, shuffling over to where Kun was sitting.

“There.” Kun injected it. “I’ll stay with you for the first hour, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. Do you wanna get in bed with me?” You scooched over, letting him in.

“Um…” Kun stood up, sitting down next to you, taking his shoes off before moving to sit next to you.

“So, Doctor, how’s your day going?” You turned on the TV in front of you, switching the channel to some cheesy reality Lifetime show.

“You’re the first person I’ve seen today, so I guess… Good.” Kun inspected your body, from the palms of your hands down to your chest, then your thighs and feet. “So… what made you want to do this?”

“Money?” You glanced at him, noticing how plump his lips were after he bit his bottom lip. “Why does anyone let themselves do something like this?”

“Well, you’re not wrong, I guess.” The palm of his hand pressed against your forehead, trying to feel for your temperature. “Are you feeling okay?”

“It’s only been like… 5 minutes, so I guess I feel the same.” You looked up at Kun, who was now standing up and sliding his shoes back on.

A minute turned to two minutes, two turned to twenty, twenty turned to sixty…

“I want to check something.” Kun grabbed his stethoscope, putting it in his ears and against your heart. “I’ll be back in a minute…”

You just sat there, scrolling through your phone.

And it started. Your back hit the bed’s back board, the heat getting to you. You knew you were going to get horny, but you didn’t know it was going to be this bad…

The heavy wooden door opened again. “Okay, so I wanted to see if-”

“Doctor…” Your voice was so whiny, you hardly knew you could make that kind of tone. “Need you.” You sat on your knees, reaching out for him, lips pouting, drawling out every word. Blood coursed through your veins, your heart beating out of your chest. And you felt all the blood rush to your clit at the sight of Kun.

“Fuck.” Kun pressed the stethoscope back against your chest, and after about 10 seconds he ripped it out of his ears, falling down towards your body, one of his hands on your shoulder, the other on your back. “Come on sweetie, let’s get you in the shower… or something, I…” Kun frantically looked around, his concern for you resulting in a furrowed brow. “Did your roommate bring you anything, a dildo, or…”

“You…” You finally got out a word. “Please, fuck me.” Tears began to well up in your eyes. It truly was a feeling you never felt, it was like you had been edging for days without release.

A million thoughts rushed into Kun's mind all at once. The loudest one being the word pathetic. You were a pathetic, whining mess, begging him for his cock, needing to fuck him. And it made him so hard. Any man would get hard in his situation, he figured. But he knew he had to stay professional, even if it was for a few more minutes. “I… I don’t think I can, I mean, I’m your doctor!” Kun pushed you off him, then slipped your jacket off you, trying to get you to cool down.

You had a ball of the fabric of Kun’s lab coat in your fist. “Please, I need… anyone.”

“Fuck, fuck… I thought Jaemin fixed it… I knew I shouldn’t have fucking trusted him.” Kun bit his lip, half wanting to search the suitcase and dressers in your room, but also knowing he needed to comfort you right now.

“Cum… Cum inside me…” You whined, your head hitting Kun’s chest. You breathed in the thick scent of his cologne. Minty, musky and woody. He smelled so good, and that just made things worse for some reason. It truly felt like you were going feral, like you were turning back to your primal instincts, needing him inside you, his warm release, to be filled up. “Need… you inside me…”

“Come on baby… work with me.” Kun helped you to your feet, leading you into the bathroom. The lock on the door automatically locked behind the two of you. Kun started undressing you as quickly as possible then pushed you into the bathtub. “Tell me if the water’s too cold.” He turned on the water, the cold helping lower your temperature.

“Kun…” You cooed, wrapping an arm around his neck. “Please, fuck me.”

You caught Kun looking at your body, up at your breasts and down to your thighs…

“I’ll, um…” Kun’s hand entered the water, and began to rub your clit, making you immediately reach your climax.

“Doctor!” You cried out. “More, more please!”

“I don’t know, I don’t know how to help you anymore…” Kun mumbled, thinking hard.

“Cock, please…” You whined.

“Fuck…” Kun helped you out of the bathtub and wrapped you in a towel, quickly drying you off then leading you to the bed, bending you over the mattress.

“Cum inside, please, please, please…” You really felt like you were actually going brain dead, the only thing on your mind being Kun’s cock.

And he finally was inside you. You let Kun do whatever he wanted to with your body. You figured he must’ve been pent up, too. The way his cock slammed into your womb, hitting your cervix with ease, letting you know how sore you were going to be tomorrow. His hands made their way into your mouth, both middle and ring fingers hooking into your cheeks, stretching your lips horizontally, making you drool, tongue sticking out on its own.

He was rough, nothing like the shy boy he was two seconds ago, who didn’t even know if he should be fucking you. It was like a flip switched in his brain, like he was just pretending to be kind so his cock would feel even better when it went inside you…

“Doctor, please be gentler!” You felt like you were melting on his dick, so hot and so hard…

“I don’t want to.” His hands moved to your neck, wrapping around your neck, choking you until you were unable to breathe.

“Cumming!” You screamed out, hitting your second climax.

You felt your womb filling up with Kun’s cum before he pulled out.

He picked you up and laid you back down. “Do you feel better?”

You nodded, sitting up, covering yourself with the blanket.

“Good. I’ll be back with your dinner.” Kun slid his pants back up then left.

And after about 30 minutes you felt like a bitch in heat all over again.

“Dinner.” Kun entered again after 45 minutes, catching you with your fingers inside yourself. “Jesus Christ…” He sighed, slamming the tray onto the nearest table.

“Doctor…” You whimpered, hoping he would fuck your again.

“You’re so… pathetic. And whiny.” Kun ran his hands through your hair, then grabbed your hand, pulling your fingers out of yourself and licking your juices off. He stood at the foot of the bed, grabbing your foot to pull you down and began to lick your clit.

And again, you practically immediately reached your high…

Kun wiped his face, your cum on his nose and lips. “Do you feel better?”

You shook your head. “Cum…” You whined. “Please?”

Kun facepalmed, sighing. “Ride me.” He sat on the couch in your room.

You slid off your bed and sat on Kun’s lap, facing away from him, lining his cock into you.

“You know, it’ll hurt more if you take it slow. Put it in all at once.” Kun his hand on your waist, stabilizing you.

“I know!” You whined, shoving it in. “Fuck!”

“Hm? Is that it?” Kun’s tone became more mocking than annoyed. “Do I have to do everything for you?” His arm went under your knees, fucking you under you.

“You’re in too deep, Doctor!” You cried out. You felt like Kun was in your womb. “You’re not gonna be able to pull out!”

“Don’t think.” Kun instructed.

And you did as told, letting your brain melt into nothingness other than the feeling of Kun’s cock inside you. You probably wouldn’t be able to recall your own name…

That was, until Kun’s cum flowed inside you again, bringing you into your own orgasm.

Kun dropped you back onto his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck and your head fell onto his chest.

You woke up still on Kun’s lap.

“How long-”

Kun cut you off. “45 minutes. It’s fine.” But really, the entire left side of Kun’s body was numb.

You nodded.

“So, what did you think?” Kun asked you as you climbed off his lap and back onto your own bed.

“It was… good. Amazing, actually, I’ve never felt so good…” You started dreaming about getting stuffed full of Kun’s cum all over again…

“I was talking about the medicine, but thanks for rating my dick.” Kun scoffed, getting up to give you your dinner.

“Oh. Not as fun.” You watched Kun.

“I, um… was thinking that you could live with me and help me test the rest of the iterations of the medication.” Kun hooked you back up to the blood pressure monitor.

“Maybe.” You took a bite of the dinner. “But I’ll say yes if it means I can keep having sex with you.

“You can keep having sex with me even when you stop being my patient.”

#nct smut #nct fanfic #nct x reader #wayv smut #wayv x reader #kun smut #qian kun smut

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mochi-owos · 1 year

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I just like sharing my thoughts with people, either old friend and new friends (especially if it's hurt/comfort)

Have you ever imagine inazuman boys with s/o who is very healthy since childhood but when the times goes by their conditions go worse and they can't get out of the house and always coughing up bloods everytime

Its not threatening their life but he just got worried they might left him somedays

He tried to find medicine for you even he had to cross the sea, your life is so important and he can't bear losing another people he loves after what happened in the past

(So yeah, that's it, you don't have to rush tho, I just want to share my thoughts)

Inazuma men with a sick reader?!

Ayato, Heizou, Thoma, x Reader

The blood part seemed a bit too much for me so I didn’t do it, a little bit of angst if you squint rlly hard. HOPE YOU ENJOY LOVE

Ayato

Due to the nature of his work it wasn't often he go to see you. He would do his best to visits you on a regular basis, but it never truly was, at times he would miss a week, and if the gods do not look upon you, a few months.

Through the years he’d often deny the presumptions of your dating, people often thought so seeing the way he would talk about you— all too poetic for a “friend”.

Little had you know, on the long periods of time he wouldn’t see you he was out aboard, of course for work, but also in hopes to find something to help you; ease your pain, or even perhaps take the entire illness away. Oh, how he wishes.

"Ayato?" You whispered, attempting to sit up from the bed. The sun rays peeking through the curtains, a light scent of flowers flowed through the room, you look to your bedside table, fresh flowers?

Seeing your attempt to sit up he pushes you back, "Don’t over do it," He pushes away some hair falling onto your face, his thumb rubbing over your cheek. His voice was soft, gentle.

"You’re here so soon. Has something happened?" You feel over Ayato’s hand, giving it a gentle rub.

He smiles feel warmer, "My dear, I’ve finally found a someone and something who may help you."

Most would feel bursts of joy, not to say you didn’t, but you couldn’t help but be skeptical. For many years has this illness plagued you, not only that but most doctors from Inazuma still have not been able to find something to treat such an illness.

Feeling the skepticism in your heart he grabs you hand, placing it to his chest, "For many years have I been searching for someone, something, anything to help you. The many trips I would take out of Inazuma I would be looking for something for you. I can understand your skepticism, but please, my love, I want to see you better." Gently kissing your hand, his eyes watering, "For naught my future is without you."

Heizou

Heizou is a smart man, always has been, but it feels as though it is all thrown out the window when you arrive. All his intellects seemingly gone, the countless times he on his own has tried to find a way to help you- all failing miserably.

Frustrated, he forgets his work wrapping himself into helping you. Hungry? He’s already cooking. Want some fresh air? He has your clothes prepared. House is getting a bit dusty? Hes already bought cleaning supplies. And as much as you appreciate the things he does you can’t help but be worried.

"Heizou?" You turn to him, a questioning look on your face.

"Yes, my dear?" He sets his book down, his gaze turning to you.

"I most appreciate the things you do, but please understand," you motion him closer, and take his hand, "I’ve noticed you haven’t been going to work as much, and I can’t help but worry you’ve been neglecting your work because of me."

His eyes soften, his kisses your hand, "I appreciate your concern. But it’s quite the opposite really. During your resting times I’m working—" he smiles, "but all from home, I had a friend of mine go out of the country, and they found something that may help you. And just like how we are now, I’ll be here."

You laugh, reaching a hand out, being his face closer to yours, giving him a gentle kiss, "Always so diligent and loving."

Thoma

Thoma is the definition of house wife. Now, of course he has his work at the estate, but every free minute is spent with him.

The awfully generous Kamisato Ayato had provided you and Thoma home in the estate in hopes we won’t overwork himself, but that’s all for naught. Thoma, the diligent, sweet boy, is always tending to everyone— but himself! Some days when he comes home you worry if he’s eaten. And as much you would like to help him you can’t. You’d be a liar is you said you didn’t feel like a burden.

Lately, Thoma has been coming home extra late. At first you thought he was busy doing some extra work, but you couldn’t help be suspicious when you noticed he would be in the study spending an awful lot of time writing letters.

One night you decided to go check up on him. Gathering all the strength you had and walking to the study, coming up behind him and steadying yourself on the desk.

"Hello, my love." You whisper in the shell of his ear.

Jumping he swivels his chair to face you, his eyes wide, but once his eyes lay upon you he relaxes, hand on his heart, "Goodness, darling. You scared me."

You smile chuckle leaning in closer, "Sorry, sweetie." He smiles, putting a hand on your jaw pulling you closer, pressing a kiss all around your face.

Smiling you pull back looking your head over to the letter, "What’s that, dear?" Gesturing your head to the paper.

He looks back, "Oh! That.. uh, I have some news." He trailed off, you nod, gently playing with his hair, "I had been sending letters to a friend of mine in Mondstadt, he said that he may know someone to stabilize your condition," his head leans into your hand, exhaling he looks into your eyes, "Would you perhaps be ok with someone coming here to help you, love?"

#genshin impact #x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin ayato #ayato x reader #Heizou #heizou x reader #thoma #thoma x reader #Thoma is so bbg

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maybankspov · 1 year

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Don’t Do That! Part 1

Masterlist

Warnings: ANGST, toxic relationship, arguing, slight sex talk and a forced kiss

Summary: Jj and y/n have been broken up for about 3 months now, but they’re relationship was toxic af and everyone knew that, even Y/N but JJ seemed to be the only one left with hope.

I’ve added a bit of a reference to Skins in this so… Enjoy ;)

Y/N POV

Tonight was a mess. The look on his face when he saw me for the first time in 3 months. Our relationship is toxic. My friends keep telling me that and i’ve finally realised it myself. I love him. I really do. But i know we aren’t meant to be together. Are paths just shouldn’t cross. But seeing him look at me like that, it killed me inside.

JJ POV

That’s when i saw her. Walking into the boneyard looking as stunning as always. We’ve been broken up for about 3 months now and its been 3 months of complete torture. This is the first time i’ve stepped out of my room since she dumped me. John B kept nagging me about how i was drowning in self pity and how i needed to snap out of it. My friends never liked mine and Y/N’s relationship they would always tell me how toxic it was but they’re wrong! She’s the one for me i know it.

Y/N POV

I had to get out of there. I couldn’t face him today not like this. So I quickly turned back making it blatantly obvious i was avoiding him. I heard muffled voices behind me, trying to move in and out of people and i just knew he was trying to get to me. So i started walking faster.

JJ POV

I saw her leave. I couldn’t go another day without her being mine again. I need her to survive. So I followed her. I rushed past everyone dancing and drinking beers trying to get to my girl. But John B got in the way like always. He must have seen where i was going.

“Don’t” John B said shooting daggers into my eyes

“I can’t let her go again” “i need her” i said back to him

“You Don’t, you just think you do” “please just listen to me on this one”

“No! I’m not just going to let the love of my life walk out on me the way she did” i pushed past him. I could tell he cared about me but i just couldn’t let her go.

So i started to run to her. I just need to feel her arms around me. To feel her lips on mine one more time. To have her to myself like before.

Once i got to the end of the beach i saw her get into her car and drive off. I stopped running and just stared at her car wishing John B didn’t stop me. I had no other choice but just to stand there watching her drive away.

Y/N POV

When i got back home i just wanted to go to bed even tho I didn’t interact with anyone at that kegger. I felt exhausted, seeing him spiked some forgotten emotions I didn’t want to feel again. Looking into his eyes showed me just how much i missed him. But i know I couldn’t have him i’d only be torturing myself in the process.

But that’s when i heard a knock coming from my front door. I froze knowing exactly who it was. “I’m not answering it” i thought to myself but apparently my feet had different plans as i found myself starting to walk back to my door, wanting to see his face again.

“JJ… what do you want” i said to him

“Y/N” “please i need to talk to you”

“I’m not doing this again, we broke up for a reason”

“We didn’t break up, you dumped me!” “You left me feeling like shit, i beat myself up over you so just please let me in”

“…fine” i spoke softly feeling the tears well up in my eyes.

I closed the door as soon as he stepped inside. I could feel the tension in the air as he made himself at home like he usually would. We were sat down on my family sofa and i could see in his eyes how these past few months had effected him.

“Listen Y/N the past 3 months have been absolute hell for me-“

“How is that my problem?”

I know I’m being mean but our relationship is toxic. He constantly does things he knows will make me jealous. He makes me feel like i’m not his first choice. He distances himself from me for weeks at a time then rocks up at my window expecting me to let him shove his dick inside of me. I just can’t do this anymore.

“Y/N i love you” he mumbles, as a small tear falls down his cheek. He reaches for my hand stroking his thumb in circles a long my palm. He always knows the right thing to do and i fucking hate him for it. I love him too, i know i do i just can’t do it to myself.

“JJ, i broke up with you for a reason our relationship was toxic we aren’t good for each other you need to except that”

“The night before you dumped me you told me that you loved me so look me in the eye and say that you don’t love me now”

I didn’t move. I didn’t know what to say to that.

He started to lean forward placing his lips on my own. I felt like time stopped then and there. Like all my emotions just fell of me like the water in the shower. I started to kiss back feeling him move my body closer to his as he placed his hands on my cheeks pulling me even more closer. Something snapped inside me and i tried to push him off but he just wouldn’t let go.

“Don’t do that!” i shouted, whilst shoving him off me.

He looked stunned. That was the first time i had ever raised my voice around him.

“I went crazy when i was with you”

Jj looked down at his lap, another tear falling from his eye.

“Loves not supposed to do that, you made me go mad”

“Your making me mad now, y/n… and that’s exactly what love is supposed to do” he brought his hand back to my cheek. His eyes fighting the decision to either look at my eyes or my lips.

He has this hold over me and I’m just not strong enough to rebel. Maybe we are meant to be together we just can’t stay away from each other no matter how hard we try.

And then he left like he always does. Leaving me to overthink my actions again. Like it was my fault. Like i was the one who caused all this heart ache. I don’t know what to do now.

#outerbanks imagine #rudeth #rudy pankow #jj maybank #drew starkey #rafe cameron #jj fanfiction #jj angst #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj #obx jj #obx angst #fanfic

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watched and Karl and Sharah truly the best the way they only did everything for other while the 2 others did it all for selfish reasons idk if that was one of the point’s especially the 2053 lady that was clear sign of yt people always choosing the bad guy always supporting the oppressors the genocidal maniac it was so on point really and the fact she did all for legs plz, and the fact after she k1lled Defoe she out on the crocodile yt people tears they always do when they regret something minutes after they do it watching her cry after she k1lled deofe even tho Elias literally said yes to murdering almost half million she still was on his side of that’s not yt to a T taking the wrong sides of history then regretting it definitely gave me nasty Oppenheimer vibes the way she acted never listening to the good people so many people was telling him

not to do it then started crying and having quilt only bc his mistresses di*ed and all of sudden he had regrets like from the moment I saw iris I disliked her so mad idk she just gave off nasty vibes and I was so right I love being always right and reading people characters to T!

dont get me started on Alfred I love him bc he was good for his time but the fact he gave up his family and sacrificed himself for a man he just met was so nasty but I get not wanting to frame an innocent man thats ew but he was really willing to give up his family

It’s giving Viktor from umbrella academy I will never understand characters giving up their families for somebody they just met 2 weeks ago idk if it’s a yt queer character or yt people thing it but it’s just so nasty to me like how that’s y’all family so so eww #bodiesnetflix

what a great show tho it was so good every character except iris were so amazing love them! can’t believe she still is alive but hopefully I doubt it but hope taxi driver Iris is better person then 2053 iris was she was so eww made me so sick to my stomach #

miss female Oppenheimer they way both didn’t care until someone showed the truth in their face and still they didn’t give a fcvk untill someone they cared about D worded! I now get why she was picked and why she was yt makes so much sense in reality it’s always yt people doing

that sort of thing joining the evil side, Iike you would never see Charles Sahara joining Elias they can’t be bought we literally saw Whitman saying no to all that safety in the time he was living oh what a beautiful man what beautiful soul heart he has and sharah obvi she’s 2023

she would never as the character she is, they way they picked perfect characters time lines for each other, storyline character development so complex and interesting! then there’s iris doing for the most selfish rzn! her character was so good to hate more

then Elias even because how did she believe in that bs when her own brother couldn’t get the treatment only bc he didn’t wanna join them I thought it was eveyone felling loved no matter what even if they didn’t wanna be forced to part of their bs utopia!

KARL AND SHARAH YOU SO LOVED BY ME! also not Karl flirting and asking Sahara for pint trough time once a ladies man always a ladies man god I love him! Alfred I’ll ignore ur one mistake so you are also loved not as much them but still and nothing for Iris!

I wish Karl Sahara would’ve met the way I have played back when Elias tells him her name and he’s like what Sah what so cute they were the best characters I love them so much wish they met the asking for pint so him even in his last breathes I LOVE HIM a lot actually!!

I did notice how only Karl Sahara weren’t DI even tho they were given the same cases another important point on society oh what a great show! Love it so much

#iris been so on brand for todays world even tho hee character was supposed to be from the future #believing in wrong side even when the facts proof are literally shown you #So where on brand with what’s happening now in the real world wigh all these western people supporting yk and western gov #she really was metaphor for them #bodies #bodies netflix #Netflix bodies #Bodies on Netflix #Karl Wissman #Charles Whiteman #Sahara Hassan #Alfred hilinghead #iris maplewood #iris mapelwood

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'Promise'

Fandom: Fellow Travelers Characters: Hawkins Fuller, Tim Laughlin, Marcus Gaines Pairing: Hawk/Tim Rating: T Words: 2.958 Summary: After leaving San Francisco, Hawk cannot resist to write Tim one last letter. A/N: Tho I liked the ending of the show, I just needed to write a fic where Hawk and Tim continue talking to each other for a while longer through letters. Just to warn you: This fic ends on a tragic note, so if you're looking for comfort after watching the finale, this is NOT the right fic for you

[you can also read it on AO3]

Hawk had always wanted his freedom and peace. He had never realized that freedom could feel so lonely.

It had not even been a week since he had returned to an empty home. He had tried to reach Lucy, hoping to make amends, but there had been no luck. Perhaps it was for the better. He knew that she deserved better, yet he still wished she would give him another chance – if only to cure his loneliness.

Kimberly had reached out, but Hawk had told her that there was no reason to worry, and that she did not have to come by and visit him. He would love to hear his granddaughter’s laughter, but right now, he knew that his dismal mood would only ruin everyone else’s fun.

So he remained alone – alone with his thoughts. And the only person on his mind was Tim.

There were many things he wanted to tell him – many things he had never said. And he knew that Tim did not want to hear most of them, but Hawk still wished they could have shared a longer conversation.

He had asked Tim not to write, but with each passing day, his own need to write him a letter grew stronger until one day, he sat down on his desk, an empty piece of paper in front of him and a pen in his hand. He stared at it for what felt like an eternity, until finally, he began to write.

Dear Tim,

I know that I have asked you not to write, but I didn’t make such a promise and I needed to write you one last letter. It might be another act of selfishness on my part, as I know that you have asked me to make it easy – but I’ve never been good at that, nor at keeping my promises. Maybe you didn’t even open this letter. I wouldn’t know, as I don’t expect a reply from you. But I had some time to think about our last conversation, and I could not just leave it at that.

I’ve come to the realization that maybe, in the end, you’ve been the stronger person all along. You were always the more compassionate person – the emotional one – and in all honesty, I have always admired that. But maybe I’ve also admired your strength and resilience. I wasn’t aware of that when we first met, but the many years that have passed since then made it impossible to ignore. You have been braver and more determined than I have ever been. You once called me a coward for not believing in anything and not caring about anyone, and you were right. I was a coward. You are the one who has always chosen to fight. Even now, I’m almost relieved that you have sent me away – have set me free. I would’ve stayed with you until the end, but I’m almost glad that I didn’t have to.

I’ve always known that you are too good – too good for this world, and too good for me. I have always known that you deserved better, but I could’ve never left you alone. And despite everything I have done, you came out of it even stronger, while still keeping your beliefs and compassion and love.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m glad – glad that you didn’t let me corrupt you. And I am glad that you don’t regret meeting me. Because I don’t regret meeting you either. There are many things I do regret, but meeting you is not one of them. But to be honest, perhaps the main reason I don’t regret it is because you’ve told me that you feel no regret either. And I am grateful for that.

I know that you are surrounded by people that love you – fighting the fight you were always meant for. My presence would only disturb you. I guess you don’t need me anymore after all. And I am grateful for that as well.

You have asked me what my reasons for my visit were, and to be honest, I’m still not quite sure. I knew that I wanted to see you – needed to see you. I guess that some part of me hoped that you were not doing as bad after all. And I also hoped to make amends of sorts. Then I stayed because – I believe I stayed because I needed to. Maybe it was an attempt to make up for lost time, I don’t know. I do wish we could’ve spent more time together. It was my fault that we didn’t, I know that as well. Maybe, in the end, I visited because I could never truly let you go either. And this was my chance to see you again. And I am glad that I took that chance.

Sincerely,

Hawk

He read over it several times, wondering if he should send it. Those might be his last words to him, and maybe he was only disrupting him again. But Skippy could always decide not to open it.

He folded the letter, put it in an envelope and made sure it would be sent by tomorrow.

The days passed. Hawk had decided to visit Kimberly one day, and it had helped ease his mind for a moment – but only a moment. After it, he had returned to an empty home again. It was quite strange. Several times, he had the urge to call Lucy, if only to inform her what he had been up to, just like he had always done to calm her mind. But then he realized that she did not care anymore. There was no one that cared.

Then, one day, a letter arrived – by Tim.

A smile appeared on Hawk’s face. Of course he had not been able to resist writing back to him. He went inside then, hastily opening the letter.

Dear Hawk,

I guess I’m not good at keeping promises either. But to be fair, all those years ago, you’ve also broken your promise not to write, so I might just do the same. And you sent me a letter first, after all.

I should’ve never expected for you to leave silently – though to be honest, I didn’t really expect it. Just like you probably knew very well that I would read your letter and reply to it – otherwise you would’ve never sent it.

It was simply impossible for me not to reply to your words. I have never truly considered you a coward, neither would I call myself brave. People want different things in life, and that is fine. What matters is that we make the choices we believe will make us happy. Despite all the trouble and pain, you have always made me happy. And that is why I can’t regret the time we got to spend together. And I have always wished for you to find your own happiness, even if it was not with me.

Back after Senator McCarthy’s funeral, when Mary informed me that you have reported me, I was looking for you, ready to confront you about it. I know that you probably believed I have accepted it then, or that I hated you, but I have been ready to fight for this. But when I arrived at the hospital, I saw Jackson – a sweet, newborn baby. And I have realized then that your true happiness would be with your family, not me. I was not part of your life, and I never could have been. I would’ve only disrupted your happiness. And I very much hope that you’ve been able to find that happiness.

I definitely found mine. I’m glad to be where I am right now – well, for the most part at least. But life is never predictable, and I’ve tried to make the most out of it, and I will continue to do that. And you were and are an immeasurable part of that life. I might have never come that far had it not been for you. If anything, you gave me that strength you were talking about.

I meant it when I said that I don’t regret anything. I, too, wish we could’ve spent more time together. But I don’t mourn the time we didn’t have. I cherish the time we did have. And I hope that you can do the same.

With love,

Tim

Hawk read through that letter, again and again, a smile on his face. Was Tim trying to comfort him? It almost sounded like it, and it was ridiculous considering Hawk was in excellent health and Tim was not. But at the same time, it was exactly who Tim was. He had read that letter and decided to made it easy for Hawk, even though Hawk had not been able to make it easy for him.

Hawk knew that he should leave it at that, but he could not. So he went to his desk, sat down and began to write.

Dear Tim,

Of course I knew that you could never resist replying to me. That is the only reason why it took me over a week to write you that letter.

I know I should not reply, but I guess I’ve never been able to stay away from you either. From the moment I first saw you – that sweet looking boy ordering a glass of milk – I knew that you would forever be imprinted on my mind. That has not changed, and never will.

I’m glad you found your happiness, despite my best efforts to keep you from it. I can’t tell you whether I found mine. To be honest, I don’t think it has ever been happiness I was looking for. It’s always been freedom. Yet I came to realize that freedom does not mean that I am happy, and I guess that I wanted freedom because I believed it would give me happiness as well.

I thought that a secure and private life would grant me freedom and happiness. Maybe, what I was looking for simply doesn’t exist. Or maybe it does exist but I’ve never considered it to be freedom. I’ve never thought of you and me together as freedom, but I did feel free when I was with you – I felt happy when I was with you. Maybe only temporarily, but life is merely temporary after all.

I noticed that you didn’t mention anything of what’s been going on in your letter. Maybe you don’t want to talk about it, but I still have to ask: How are you? Did whatever plan you had concocted with Marcus and the others work? Are you back at the hospital?

Sincerely,

Hawk

Weeks passed and Hawk was almost certain that Tim decided to either not read his letter or did not want to reply to it. Maybe it had been his questions at the end, and he damned himself for asking them. Tim had asked him to leave his life, and yet he had been trying to intrude on it again.

But as time passed, he also began to worry and was considering calling Marcus to ask whether Tim was doing alright.

Then, however, a letter arrived and when Hawk saw the handwriting, a wave of relief washed over him.

Dear Hawk,

First, I have to clarify that when I said that I have found happiness, that this happiness does include you. The love I hold for you has been an immense part of my happiness, and that will never change. You have been a tremendous part of my life, and our time together had brought me unimaginable joy – and pain, of course, but that does not overshadow the love I feel for you.

I realized that you, too, didn’t mention anything about what’s going on in your life – not a single word about your family. Perhaps for the same reason I didn’t mention anything either: it’s not what those letters are for. If I share everything with you know, I might as well have let you stay with me. These letters are meant as a way for us to say the things we might have never said before. And they will come to an end eventually. Let’s not try and turn this into more than it is or can be. Or either we will only end up regretting them.

Perhaps happiness is only temporary. But I still want you to make me one last promise: Please say that you will try to find that happiness, not matter what.

With love,

Tim

After Hawk had finished reading the letter, a long sigh left his lips. Tim was right that those letters could not be more than what they were. He read the first part of his letter again then, a smile on his face. It was sweet how he continued to reassure Hawk of his love, as if he did not know already. Then, the smile left his face again as he realized that he had never done the same – had never even truly apologized for anything.

He pulled out a sheet of paper then. Those letters were meant as a way to say the things they had never said before, so it would be dumb for Hawk to not take that chance.

Dear Tim,

I can’t promise you that I will find that happiness, but I can promise you that I will try – even if I don’t know how yet.

Maybe you are right – these letters are meant for us to say the things we’ve not said before. And I believe that there is more for me to say than either of us have time for. But more than anything, I want to apologize.

While I don’t regret meeting you, I do regret hurting you. I have never told you that I am sorry, but please know that I am. If I list every mistake I ever made now, I would probably have to sell this house to pay for the postage. But I still believe that I should have left you alone – I don’t regret it, but it would’ve been the decent thing to do. I should’ve been there for you the countless times you needed me to, but I couldn’t. I was afraid to grow to close to you and had tried to push you away, while knowing very well I could never stay away from you. When I reported you, I did so because I knew this could never work – I knew I could never raise a family with you by my side. But not because I thought you to be inconvenient – it was because I knew very well that I would try to keep you in my life. I needed you to be as far away as possible, because I would have always returned to you otherwise – as I did nonetheless.

Tim – I have loved you ever since we first met. It might have taken me way too long to realize it, and even longer to admit it to myself. I might never say this to anyone else, but I do want you to know that I did love you – that I do love you. It is the sole reason as to why I had been incapable of letting you go. It is the sole reason as to why I’ve been trying to push you away. And I will continue to love you, until the day I am buried.

With love,

Hawk

The weeks went on and Hawk was impatiently waiting for Tim’s reply. He did not know what he might say to this, but he did hope that his letter would make him happy. After everything, what Tim deserved most was honesty. And Hawk had spent his entire life lying – lying to Tim, to his family, to himself. He had told Tim a long time ago that the lie gets easier, but that might have been a lie as well. It felt good to be honest.

Then, finally, a letter arrived. But it was not the one he had expected. It was by Marcus.

Hawk’s heart sank. He did not believe that Marcus had ever written him a letter, and he had a terrifying suspicion as to why he had decided to write one now.

Slowly, he went inside, sitting down on the sofa in the living room, staring at the letter. He was afraid to open it, but he knew that whatever that letter contained had already happened. Ignoring it did not change anything.

His hands shaking, he opened the letter.

Dear Hawk,

I believe that you probably know why I’m the one writing you a letter when you have been expecting another one from Tim.

It is done. He is gone. It was as peaceful as it could have been. I want to spare you the details now, as I’m not certain whether you wish to hear anything. You know how to reach me if you wish to know more.

It happened the same day your letter has arrived. I am sorry to tell you this, but he has not read it. The letter arrived too late.

If it’s any consolation, I do believe that there was not a single sentence in that letter that Tim had not been aware of. Despite everything, he has always talked about you with love and care. Never has he questioned your feelings for him, nor has he believed your actions to have been malicious. I would even say that he has known you better than you know yourself.

He had been ready to love you until the end, and so he did.

I don’t know if you plan to attend the funeral. If you do, let me know.

My heartfelt condolences,

Marcus

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