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royaltozaki · 15 days

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sana x fem!reader - trailer • part 2 • part 3

synopsis: sana asks y/n to join her on the next season of the bachelorette, undercover. night 1.

w/c: 5.0k

a/n: first fully fledged work! tysm for all the love on the inspo piece 🥹 i was also lowkey winging this as i went again so some names that come up are completely made up and some not so much if i feel strongly abt that person (cough heechul) and so i also have no idea what i wanna do w the characters introduced yet but we’ll see as we go 🤪 hope you enjoy!

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“i’m going to be the next bachelorette!”

you choke on the overly sweet concoction sana always got whenever you visited this cafe.

“excuse me?”

sana grins and pats your back, swapping the drink in your hand with a much preferred matcha infused espresso that was your go-to. she always insisted on trying each other’s drinks no matter how many times you told her her’s would always be way too sweet and she told you she didn’t care. she needed you to feel what she felt, taste what she tasted.

“i was kinda in a moment of weakness when i applied, i swear i didn’t think i would get in! it was just a silly haha like what if y’know?” she sips on her drink humming in satisfaction.

“no. i don’t know. i’d rather move back in with my parents than go on that show.” you deadpan.

sana whines, “y/n c’moooooooon. jihyo had just left me for that muscly gym rat and i needed some love!”

“do you know how many times we’ve sat on my couch and laughed at that show? like… 19, 20… too many!” you pulled out your fingers to count for emphasis. “besides, all the people that go on there aren’t even there for the right reasons. they’re all just there for their 5 minutes of fame. you won’t find what you’re looking for there sana.”

she pouts, “and what would i be looking for exactly?”

you sigh exasperatedly, “LOVE!”

patrons around the cafe glance at the two of you weirdly before you shrink and whisper-shout, “love sana! you deserve the massive beach house with the dogs and kids and family running around. someone you can go home to and eat with, dance with, laugh with. someone who knows your atrociously sweet coffee order and still gets it for you even though you always get cavities. someone who will force you to go to the dentist and hold your hand while they fill those cavities, and then buy you ice cream after despite their better judgement.”

sana’s smile gets wider and wider as you go on. finally she wraps you in a big hug and squeezes, all giggles and the smell of fresh laundry.

“and that’s exactly why i need you as my bestest bestest friend to come stay with me while i’m on the show!”

“...wait… wait wait wait wait sana, no. what… huh?” you push her backwards holding her by the shoulders shaking slightly trying to get some sense in her.

she giggles, “you heard me! you know everything there is to know about me, plus, because this is the first bachelorette season where there’ll be girls and guys the producers wanted to push as much novelty as possible. so they asked if there was anyone i’d like to bring with me to help in the decision process and of course i said you! pleaseeee? you said it yourself, you know exactly what i’m looking for, i won’t be able to do this without you.” she gave you her best puppy dog eyes, leaning in with a dangerous pout.

fuck it, you were never one to say no to her anyway. at least this way you could make sure whoever she ended up with was someone who deserved her.

you sigh, “fine but you owe me. like big time owe me.”

she squealed gleefully attacking you with kisses and a tight squeeze of her arms. “i love you i love you this is gonna be so much fun!!”

you smile at her antics wrapping your arms around her and hugging, “yeah yeah love you too you idiot.”

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the next few months are filled with preparation as you’re both briefed on how the show’s going to run, where you’ll be staying, and all the little details. the bachelorette pad was a big villa nestled in the hillsides with incredible views, 2 bedrooms, and a fully equipped kitchen and pool. there were always people there, hair and makeup, costuming, scripting, it was probably as far from reality as reality tv could get. but it also meant you and sana didn’t have to do anything because people helped you move in, prepared all your meals for you, dressed you, gave you talking points, all the showbiz.

finally, opening night came and you were separated from sana to join all the other suitors as an undercover agent. you were to pretend to be one of the people lined up to meet her but you were really there to sus out all the contestants even before they put their television personalities on. to see if anyone was really the real deal.

currently, you were in a limousine with 3 other contestants about to pull up to the bachelor mansion where all the participants would be staying. the three of them would be the first to meet sana and you smile politely as they get off the car one by one looking antsy and nervous.

eventually it was your turn and you stepped out of the car with a practiced smile, adjusting to the brightness of the lighting and beginning your walk down the red carpet. behind you, you can hear your limousine pulling away and another one holding the next batch of contestants pulling in.

your form-fitting white dress trails behind you lightly, heels clacking softly on the red carpet as you catch your first glimpse of sana.

oh my god. she’s wearing a pastel pink flowing dress adorned with pretty pink roses with her midsection exposed showing the smooth planes of skin on her stomach. flower ornaments pin up long brown tresses of hair and pearls dance along her collarbone in a makeshift necklace. she looks positively ethereal.

you catch yourself taking a breath and blushing as she beams when she catches sight of you, eyes widening as she takes you in. you swore you could see a light blush brush her cheeks as well, or it could’ve been the makeup emphasised to match her dress.

“hi.” you’re shy as you approach her.

her eyes snap up to yours, grinning, “hi yourself stranger. c'mere.” she pulls you into a hug and you can sense the cameras zooming in, no doubt a voiceover would be edited in place later explaining who you were and how you two knew each other.

she pulls away but keeps you within arms length looking you up and down again, “y/n! look at you all dressed up for me. didn’t know you had it in you.” she winks and you blush again. she was making you do a lot of that these last few minutes.

“oh please, this is nothing compared to the main character of the night.” sana frowns, she never found your self-deprecating style of compliments particularly engaging. you quickly correct yourself, “but seriously sana, you look incredible. like you seriously just walked out of a princess movie.”

her eyes twinkle with glee as she does a little twirl for you and the thousands of people who would watch this. “well i hope i’ll find my prince or whatever somewhere here tonight.”

you roll your eyes fondly, “speaking of, how were the first 3 contestants? any of them catch your eye?” you get straight into it, the producers had handed you both loose scripts to follow so you both knew how the conversation should go.

“mm, i think it’s still a little early to say, there are still 21 other people to meet after all. but the second girl was pretty, i think her name was miyeon? her energy seemed really bright and it feels like we could get along really well.”

you recall the girl that had seemed the most relaxed out of everyone in your limo. she had introduced herself and tried to make small talk and had given off a generally sweet vibe. you nod your head in agreement, “she seems sweet. i’m happy for you sana.” you smile knowing your time was short on the red carpet, “i’ll leave you to it then. see you inside soon?”

she smiles and her hand drags down your shoulder to hold yours as you walk away, “mhmm don’t have too much fun without me in there. and don’t scare off all my possible options!”

you laugh as your hands naturally part, bringing them up in a shrug and blowing her a kiss for the extra television effect.

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the mansion is impressive, you can’t help but stare in awe as you enter the ceiling high archway into the courtyard where the other contestants would wait for sana. you nod politely again at the people already there, accepting a flute of champagne and trying to make yourself seem as excited and nervous as someone would be in your position.

the first person to move towards you in greeting is miyeon, “hi! y/n right? love the dress by the way. how’d you find meeting sana?”

you were prepared for this, you needed to make sure they didn’t suspect that you knew sana already, you needed to play the part of a lovestruck contestant. “oh my god she’s beautiful! i saw her walking down the red carpet and was just floored, i had to take a second to calm myself before introducing myself.”

miyeon nods in enthusiasm, “right! i’m so glad this season is so much more inclusive than the previous ones. sana’s not only incredibly gorgeous she’s also an icon for bisexuals everywhere now and i really respect her for coming on this show and being brave enough to be that public figure.”

you nod along, you hadn’t seen it that way until now, “oh absolutely! it’s gonna be a bit messy though huh, with a mixed gender pool contestants could end up falling for each other instead, especially with the amount of time we’re going to spend in this house together.”

“i don’t think that’s going to be a problem for me.” miyeon glances around as the next contestant, a tall man in a blue suit walks in, “i’m pretty set on sana after that first impression. god all this waiting is making me insane though, this show definitely isn’t for the jealous.”

you smile internally but a strange pit sits in your stomach after hearing the word jealous. you ignore it, continuing to prod miyeon who seems elated to talk about sana and really does seem like she would be a good match for her. some others join your conversation and soon enough you’re all getting to know one another outside of what your first impressions of sana are.

“oh i model for a couple cosmetic brands here and there. that’s where you may have seen me.” miyeon is very friendly and welcoming and has made herself comfortable amongst the increasing crowd of people.

“oh that’s incredible! you’ll have to tell me which brands later, i work in marketing research so i’m all about that stuff.” a girl in a blue dress you’ve already forgotten the name of replies.

“oh really? where are you based at? i’m in finance over at yeouido.” this time it's a built man in a navy tux with sunnies over his eyes. he seemed pretentious and too much of a flirt for your liking. he was obviously trying to put it on the girl in the blue dress.

“finance huh. figures.” a cool tone interrupts them, a woman with slicked back short hair in an emerald suit rolled up to the sleeves showing off a deadly tattoo array. she’s rolling her eyes and makes no further comment, turning to the man in glasses next to her who looks much too uncomfortable and out of his limits.

he gulps visibly as she turns to him, placing his hand behind his neck nervously as he laughs, “right hahaha…”

she narrows her eyes at him before being clapped on the back by another man with a friendly smile and eye crinkles. definitely sana’s type in men. “don’t scare the poor bloke off now eunji.” the australian accent surprises you, “ignore her mate, she’s all tough on the outside but she’s a real softy once you get to know her.” he holds out a hand for the guy in the glasses to shake.

he smiles gratefully and takes it, “thankyou…?”

“jacky.”

“thankyou jacky. i’m wonsik.”

the girl in the emerald suit rolls her eyes and scoffs, “whatever jacky, any man who’s too scared to sit next to a woman that looks a little off norm is only looking for someone soft that they can dominate to fuel their tiny man egos.”

you can’t help the scoff you release as her piercing gaze turns to you, raising an eyebrow.

“sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to eavesdrop. i just thought that comment was funny. and true. i’m y/n by the way.”

eunji regards you before grinning, “eunji. this knucklehead is jacky. we met while i was on exchange in australia and he stalked me back here once he heard i was going on this.”

“stalked is an exaggeration. most of my family already lives here, and now that i’m back, i’d like to have someone to share the rest of my life with. someone who’s not eunji.” he grins. “and jeeeeeeez sana would be a pretty good someone for that.”

you smile in response, “oh absolutely-” but you’re interrupted halfway through as you see the last contestant walk through the door.

dark hair, oozing confidence, lightly tanned skin and a slight smirk on her face, park jihyo, the reason for sana being here, just entered the arena.

beside you jacky whistles, “now that’s competition.”

you can’t help but worry over sana immediately. did she know jihyo would be here? how was their meeting on the red carpet? what was jihyo doing here in the first place?

but then you realise jihyo is the one person that would blow your cover and she was headed straight for you. you quickly scramble up from your seat, trying to be as discreet as possible, muttering a quick “sorry bathroom, nice meeting you all.” and turn away from your group heading towards the bathrooms, intending to find a producer and figure out just what the hell was going on.

however, before you succeed, loud applause is heard behind you followed by a couple wolf whistles and catcalls. shit. jihyo was the last person to walk in. meaning sana would be coming in now and the real show would begin.

you slip back towards the crowd keeping an eye out for jihyo as you find a place towards the back shooting a quick smile at wonsik who stands next to you. the mc for the season is making some introductory comments that you can’t really be bothered to hear and you bring your attention to sana who again, takes your breath away. but you force yourself to concentrate, noticing the slightly abnormal flush on her cheeks and the fiddling fingers she hides in the folds of her dress. you frown, seeing jihyo must have been a surprise for her too then.

“-aaand here’s your bachelorette for the 2024 season!” the mc pans to sana with the camera who waves shyly and offers a smile. you wish you were there to hold her hand and calm her or talk to her but you resign yourself to gripping the fur of your coat tightly.

sana turns to you and the contestants and you try desperately to meet her eye, “hey everyone, it’s nice to finally see you all together! this place is incredible, i almost wish i could move in with you all. you guys having a good time yet?”

“better now that you're here!” a man from the crowd yells out followed by a couple chuckles.

sana giggles, “awwh thankyou jun.” sana was doing better than you at remembering these names already. “so as you guys probably know, tonight is our first night together. and with that, comes the first impression rose.” a cinematic reveal of the pink rose settled on top of the 18 red roses as the contestants shuffle to get a peek, ooh-ing and ahh-ing. “you’ll all get chances to talk to me throughout the night, and i’ll pick someone at the end of it to give this first impression rose who’ll get the first date of the season with me. unfortunately, i’ll also have to say goodbye to 5 of you if you don’t get any roses at all. and i reeeeally wish i didn’t have to because you’ve all seemed so lovely and i can’t wait to get to know you all!”

the mc steps in now, “and with that, let the night begin!” party poppers explode and music starts playing creating an ambience similar to a bar. sana hasn’t seemed to have spotted you yet and moves towards the closest cluster of people to her, smiling and greeting everyone.

very quickly though, someone has already stepped in and asked to take her away for a chat. it's one of the girls in a dark suit with sleek makeup and hair tied up in a high ponytail. you had been instructed not to talk to sana until she came to you so you could only watch on helplessly with the 23 other contestants vying for her attention. you needed to make sure she was okay after seeing jihyo and where her mindset was at. you also needed to avoid jihyo so she doesn’t alert the rest of the contestants to your relationship with sana.

so you stalk over to one of the camera producers who looks only a little frightened at the glare in your eyes.

“what the fuck is park jihyo doing here?”

“um i-i i’m only a camera person! sorry i d-don’t know you’ll have to ask one of the higher ups.”

you raise an eyebrow.

“r-right! i’ll get one of them now…” he grabs his phone and calls someone, glancing nervously around to see if anyone has noticed the two of you. soon enough, a short, stubby man with a beard comes over and whispers, “what?!”

“park jihyo. sana’s ex. i’m sure you would’ve known that when you did the background checks. what is she doing here?”

“sweetheart of course we knew. she’s here for the extra drama. this is television we’re making here. no one’s going to watch it if its not entertaining.” he rolls his eyes and impatiently taps his foot.

“at the expense of your main product’s feelings?” you spit the word product out, hating that this was the way sana was being treated.

“please, sana signed a contract. she knew what she was getting into when she signed up for this show. this is all show business sweetie now if you don’t mind we gotta get back to running it so we can all get paid and go home alright?” he doesn’t leave room for a response as he quickly ushers the poor cameraman away and you’re left seething.

un fucking believable. it’s fine. sana could just not choose jihyo tonight and she could be sent on her merry way. it’ll be fine. so long as sana didn’t actually still have feelings for jihyo… fuck, you just needed to talk to sana to clear things up and make sure she wasn’t being pressured into doing anything she didn’t want to do.

your mind was going a million miles an hour as you headed back towards the other contestants, taking careful note to avoid the group jihyo was currently talking to.

“hey y/n, got a chance to talk to sana yet?” its eunji and you’re grateful for the distraction.

“not yet, i’m thinking to just let the crows have her first, not really into getting on anyone’s bad side tonight.”

“fair enough. you shoulda seen this one guy’s face when jiwon interrupted his time. he was all like-“ she pulls a face that makes her look constipated and you can’t help but laugh, recalling jiwon as the woman in an elegant dark maroon dress who worked as a nurse.

“how about you? steal her away yet?”

“nah not yet but because jacky and i kinda came in a package set he said he’ll bring her to me after he’s had a chat with her.” she looks over her shoulder, “speaking of…”

you see sana and jacky approaching, jacky gesturing something to make her laugh and doing what looked like an impression of a fish out of water.

“-he was really sick! like full vomitting, left her on her own in this completely foreign place to go puke his guts out in the toilets!”

sana was laughing giddily at jacky’s story, unaware that they had just stopped in front of the two of you.

jacky grins, “so remember how i was telling you about that scrawny little girl i met in the tunnel underneath my school trying to build a bomb…”

your eyebrow raises as you look alarmingly at eunji who avoids your gaze with a blush on her cheeks, punching jacky lightly in the shoulder, “how many times have i told you not to tell that story. it was just a mini explosive and it was for a science experiment! you’d know if you didn’t spend all our classes texting that one girl… what was her name again…? p…p something?”

its jacky’s turn to blush as he quickly interjects in protest. sana giggles and looks betwen them, “some competition for me then?”

jacky stumbles, “n-no! not at all don’t worry sana she’s like waaaay back in the past and also waaaay far away in sydney my eyes are only for you i swear!”

sana laughs again, “well that’s good to know. wouldn’t want you to be here if you were still in love with someone else back home.” she turns to eunji, her eyes briefly meeting yours with a twinkle and your heart stutters at the morsel of attention. “eunji right? you’ll have to tell me your side of this story because i don’t think jacky has done you justice.”

eunji slips back into her cool persona offering a tattooed arm out for sana to link, “of course sana.”

sana looks back at you though with a promise, “and i’ll come find you after this y/n so don’t go running anywhere yeah?”

you nod dumbly as you watch your best friend be taken away again, trying to figure out why you wished it was you leading her away and not eunji.

jacky whistles to get your attention, “jealous much? and after she practically promised to see you next which is a lot better than what some of these people are getting. poor wonsik has been beaten every time he’s tried to ask her out.”

you sputter, “j-jealous? what?” you weren’t jealous, you were just concerned for your friend. you wanted the best for her and not many people fit that bill.

“it’s not anything to be embarassed about mate don’t worry. i feel weird as well handing the girl i’m trying to date over to one of my best friends who’s also trying to date her. it’s pretty messed up in here but we’re all in it together right?” he grins and you find yourself feeling slightly guilty because you were not in fact, all in this together, you were there to judge all of these people who you had originally thought to be shallow fame-chasers but maybe there was a little more to them then you thought.

you smile anyway remembering the role you’re playing, “right, thanks jacky, you’re a good guy.”

“awwwwh don’t flatter me, eunji needs to come back before my ego grows too big.”

you laugh and enjoy your conversation with him while walking to join a larger group of people.

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it’s a while before sana finds you again, some others seemed to have jumped in after eunji so by the time she gets to you, its near the end of the night already.

“you been hiding from me or something y/n?”

you stand up with a stretch, taking her hand in yours and leading her away with a teasing smile, “i’d accuse you of that actually. i thought you’d come to find me right after you were done with eunji?”

sana gasps, “oh shit y/n i totally forgot i’m so sorry! eunji was just telling me all this cool stuff that she’s done and places she’s been and then people kept coming to ‘queue’ me and it just completely slipped my mind and i-“

you laugh, “i’m just joking sana i know it’s pretty crazy in here even with all the prep we’ve done for it. as long as you’re having fun then i’m happy.”

she squeezes your hand in response as you reach a small clearing with a hammock-like seat and you both sit down, fingers still interlocked.

“sooooo princess sana, which suitor has caught your attention tonight?” you put on a fake posh accent.

sana laughs and slaps you playfully, “stop that silly, it’s been great though! i think i have an idea who i wanna give the first impression rose to but it's so hard to think of people to get rid of, i don’t want anyone to go before they’ve even had a chance here yet.”

“reeeeally… you can’t think of a single person to get rid of yet…?”

she rolls her eyes, “i’m fine don’t worry y/n. jihyo… surprised me being here but we talked a little on the carpet and she said she made a mistake when she left. she really wants to be with me again y/n.”

your hands tighten against sana’s, “and what about you? how do you feel about her being back?”

“well… it’s definitely not the way i thought i’d see her again. but… i’m not sure… i… there’s so much history between us and… well she was the first person i loved y/n. you know that. it’s hard to turn that away.”

you hum. jihyo wasn’t sana’s first partner but she was the first person sana could say i love you to. and she treated sana well, everything seemed fine, sana thought they were going to get married. the breakup came out of nowhere and left sana devastated for months. you thought jihyo was a nice enough person but it was hard to think of her in a positive light when she left the person you cared about most completely broken and in pieces left for you to pick up. the last thing you wanted was for sana to go through that all over again.

“you disapprove.” sana looks at you knowingly.

you purse your lips, “she hurt you sana. really fucking bad. i can’t bear to see someone who’s caused you so much pain smiling as if none of that happened, as if those months of you starving yourself, hurting yourself didn’t happen because of her.”

sana frowns, unclenching your hands that you didn’t realise were wound up so tightly. “baby… i’m stronger now for it aren’t i? you helped me become myself again and i became better for it. and you’ll be here with me every step of the way to make sure it doesn’t happen again. so you can put your little micromanaging overprotective guard dog personality to use.” she teases trying to lighten the mood, “now c’mon, let's move on from this, surely you have people you like and dislike already. lemme hear them.”

you sigh bringing your head to rest on her shoulder, “well you seemed to get along with eunji and jacky. i like the both of them, they’re fun. miyeon is also a sweetheart and you were right when you said you think the two of you could get along. she reminds me of you in a lotta ways, it's kinda scary.”

sana giggles next to you.

“mm some of the guys i didn’t like. there’s this one guy heechul i think, he is like 100% a simp for japanese women. and like, in a creepy body pillow way. this poor girl momo, who also seems really sweet by the way, maybe just a little shy, was being harassed the entire night by him anytime you weren’t looking his way. i also overheard him showing off to some of the guys about how he got a minor’s phone number by offering to teach her korean. one of the guys obviously put him down for it, which is like the bare minimum i guess, that was sunwoo, but some others egged him on talking about some incel reddit shit and how they’re glad all the women here are thin and pale. eugh, even talking about this makes me cringe. if it were up to me, i’d say there’s actually too many roses on that platter tonight.”

you can feel sana’s laughs in her throat, hearty and high. “well yeah but you also like, hate most men so it wouldn’t be too challenging.”

you look at her with a pout, “not all men! jacky was nice! and i’m sure there’ll be other decent guys here too that i can approve of. and if not, well… it’s their fault for being so gross and men-like.”

you love the way her laugh twinkles with the night sky. you can’t get over just how beautiful she looks tonight. and you catch yourself wondering just when you started describing sana with the word beautiful in your head. eugh. this was all jacky’s fault, you’d gone too deep into your role as a contestant for sana’s attention. you just needed this night to end and the big reveal that you were actually sana’s best friend sent to spy on the contestants to see how they acted in their natural habitats. then you could go back to being just that, sana’s best friend.

you can see in the corner of your eye producers signalling the two of you to head back to the others. you were almost inclined to ignore them just to spend a few more minutes with sana but she had already seen them and was gathering her dress ready to stand up.

she reaches a hand out to you, “c’mon, let’s head back. got announcements to make and people to cut.”

you smile, taking her hand gratefully and lifting yourself up. you hope the rest of the season goes a little smoother than tonight had gone, but the value of entertainment may impede on that.

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user: you’re giving pick me vibes

> evie: next time you’re looking for something to comment on, please, don’t pick me. (:

user: seattle is nice when it isn’t raining

user: period !!!

millyg: a moment for YOU 💗

> evie: i luv u.

user: these pics make seattle look bad

joeyb_9: the fit goes HARD

> evie: you can borrow it anytime 🤪

> joeyb_9: game day fit?

> evie: would def be top 5 of the season.

user: why are joe and ev always so goofy in the comments, and yall think they aren’t made for each other????

> user: no bc SAME! i don’t get why people think they aren’t a good fit. they’re obsessed with each other.

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Dark Knight

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user: that’s my QB

joemainmixon: 🐐

user: you ain’t him

user: WAKE UP JOE POSTED

lahjay10_: (TOP 2) DAM SURE AINT 2! 🐐

> evie: TELL EM JAY

user: smash

evie: i think i need a hero… 🥵

> joeyb_9: i’ll be your knight in black shoulder pads.

evie

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evie: big week 😳

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user: my favorite wag

user: if y’all actually are getting married im sick.

user: are you going to share what’s happening?

user: you look STUNNING

user: wym??

user: not prepared for what’s about to go down. i have a feeling.

joeyb_9: 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼

> user: oh shit

user: not joe about to ruin his life if speculation is true

> user: wow everyone is supportive until you realize he really isn’t ever going to leave her for you. this is crazy behavior!

evie

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evie: i think i like this little life.. 🤍

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millyg: and that’s MRS. Evangeline Burrow!

> user: not me just now finding out ev’s full name

> user: Evangeline??? Excuse me, that’s beautiful.

user: she doesn’t deserve it.

lahjay10_: we was TURNT TF UP!

user: i am sick with jealousy

bengals: The King and his Queen, congratulations!

user: only ring he will ever get but congrats

> user: marrying the love of your life is a bigger dub than the sb ever will be.

user: congrats!

sam_hubbard_: Finally!!

user: i knew it was coming and somehow i convinced myself he was smarter than this..

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Mr. & Mrs.

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lahjay10_: congratulations brudda!

user: most overrated player in the nfl

> user: bro can’t you let him enjoy his wedding?

user: congrats, now go get that other ring!

user: i give it a few months before they are done with each other.

> user: considering they’ve been together for almost a decade, i don’t see that happening

user: we all wish we were ev rn!

bengals: that’s our QB, you lucky boy!

user: another thing to distract him from winning the super bowl

user: not fair

millyg: i’m not crying, you are. jk i am crying. i’ve been crying all day.

user: he’s too famous for this, he will get sick of her.

evies ig stories:

#nfl #joe burrow #nfl imagine #bengals #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow instagram

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aclowntiny · 4 months

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Good morning/evening 🥳🤩

Can you do ateez reactions when they loose a bet with their s/o? (Any type of bet and of what the looser has to do) 💖💖💖

Call Your Bet!

Hello friend, hope you like this variety of bets 😘Warning: varying levels of suggestive (never explicit as always)! Sorry for late post here, I have covid 🤪🤙🏻

Hongjoong

Insinuating you knew the guys better than their leader was, in fact, fighting words, but you didn’t care. It was fun to tease Hongjoong, though perhaps it had gotten out of hand.

“I bet you you don’t know them all,” he challenged you, arms crossed.

Exhaling, you felt your posture drop. You weren’t afraid of a little betting, it was just that you were with a man who had expensive tastes. “What are you wanting to bet on this?” It wasn’t even that big of a deal, just that you could remember all the Ateez members’ drink orders.

“Hm,” he put a finger to his chin, gazing at you playfully, “how about a massage?”

Your eyes perked back up at that, a smile creeping onto your lips- that you could do. Gladly. A bet with no punishments was certainly not what you expected. “Of course. Let’s go.”

“Wow, how’d you know what we wanted without asking?” Yunho inquired with a smile.

“I just know you guys that well,” you replied, gaze sliding from your friend’s wide eyes to those of your incredulous boyfriend.

Hongjoong for his part glowed with pride. For all his bravado, it did his heart good to see you caring for some of the people he loved most. Laying a hand on your shoulder, he pulled you closer. Your heart settled warmly…at least until he leaned closer and whispered in your ear.

“I’ll show you later why I feel like I won.”

Seonghwa

“There’s no way I’m losing at this!”

“Come on, I know exactly what he's going to say."

Goofing off with your boyfriend, you'd made a bet that you knew how Hongjoong would reply when he entered the room. Seonghwa, of course, insisted he knew his best friend better and thus came the agreement that the winner would choose the next couples' day activity. Likely a movie or a new lego set if Seonghwa was the victor.

“There’s no way if you tell him we’re going to be making a mess in here the first thing out his mouth won’t be ‘no’ or ‘don’t you dare’!”

“Well, I think he’ll at least ask what we’re doing first.”

Seonghwa’s mouth opened, but footsteps at your back cut his chance of a snappy retort. The doorknob clicked as the man of the hour entered the room, greeting his friend first, then you with faintly pleased surprise.

“Hi, Hongjoong! Is it ok if we kind of make a mess in here?” You asked him innocently.

Ateez’s leader instantly arched a brow at you, glancing between you and his best friend. “Doing what? Are you tearing the whole place up?”

“Oh, like your reforming doesn’t do that,” Seonghwa teased him with a little shove.

For your part, you just pointed at him. “That counts! That counts though!”

“Yeah, you were right.”

Hongjoong’s smile fell. “What did I do?”

“We’re not actually making a mess,” you replied with satisfaction as you glanced between both men, “I just get to give Seonghwa a makeover now.”

Yunho

When Yunho invited you to game with him, he’d expected you to get competitive within the actual realm of the game itself, but alas. You taunted him with bet after bet until he finally agreed, sealing, well, someone’s fate.

“I bet I’ll win.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I bet the hoodie I will.”

He turned to face you with a look of exasperated amusement, hands leaving his laptop keyboard. “How can you bet my hoodie?”

Yunho had one hoodie you’d been desperate to steal ever since he first lent it to you. It was the most amazingly comfortable oversized dream of a garment and it was even your favorite color. Many a joke had been made in light of its wonders.

One corner of your mouth tilted up as you gave him your sassiest little head tilt. “You know how.”

You saw a look flash across his eyes ever so briefly, his most YA shut-up-make-me look, but then it faded into pure smugness. “Alright, fine. If you want it so bad, you’ll have to earn it. Ready, babe?”

All you could do was grin and ready your own screen, swiveling to face it. “You know it.”

“Well, I’ll be. Hiding was your whole plan?” Yunho’s look of equal parts frustration and awe as he spun in his chair to face you furthered your victory high, raising your smile and speeding your nod even more.

“Well, it was a survival match,” you reminded him with a shrug, “now pay up.”

Shaking his head fondly at your grabby hands, Yunho rose, stretched, and crossed his room to the closet, where he extricated your precious trophy and tossed it to you with a playfully voiced “Catch!”

Squealing with joy, you sat up to do just that, all but cuddling the garment to yourself as you savored the feel, the scent.

As he sat back down in his gaming chair, your boyfriend leaned against his desk with a soft smile. “Man, if I knew you were going to be this cute about it, I would have just given it to you.”

Hey, at least he got a kiss for a consolation prize.

Yeosang

“I’m going to find it first!”

“Says who?”

“Says me! I’m always lucky with these sorts of things,” you told your boyfriend.

Strolling across a green field had somehow turned into a competition, not that you regretted it as your heart sped a bit at the excitement and your chest burst with chuckles at the skepticism on Yeosang’s face.

Four-leaf clovers struck your fancy as you’d strolled, waving greenery reminding you of old tales of luck, not to mention childhood experiences searching for them and calling yourself a leprechaun if you found one. Thus bargaining with Yeosang for a pot of gold of your own.

“Loser buys dinner!”

At that, your boyfriend pouted. “I was going to buy dinner.”

“Then you better lose,” you winked and ran past him, bending over to scan the widespread greenery for wondrous irregularity.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him bend his knees too, stepping forward in the comical waddle you were surely mirroring. Trios of leaves danced in the breeze before your sight, drawing your focus such that your vision began to blur-

There! You had no idea how many minutes had passed, but right as your knees began to ache and the clover growth had practically burned its pattern into your vision, a beautiful variation to it all. A four-leaf clover.

“Found one!” You exclaimed in triumph, plucking it for proof.

The wide-eyed look on Yeosang’s face alone was priceless, the shocked smile slowly spreading across his… wait a minute.

“Did you lose on purpose?” Hand on your hip, you fixed him with an accusing look.

Batting his eyelashes innocently, he singsonged, “Maaaaybeeeee….”

“Hun,” you sighed.

He stepped closer, taking hold of your shoulders. “I just wanted to spoil you, what can I say?”

“Alright, sweet-talker,” you shook your head, leaning in for a quick kiss.

San

“So you think you can beat me at my own game?”

“Yes, obviously, that’s why I’m betting with you,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at San playfully.

Your boyfriend had taken you to the amusement park and you’d endeavored to see who could go the longest on the biggest roller coaster without screaming.

Pulling you into his chest, he shook his head with amusement. “So the loser buys the winner a souvenir?”

You nodded into his shirt, stepping forward in line.

“Sounds good to me. You’re on.”

“You’re going down.” Even as you chugged to the top of the most massive hill you’d ever been on, your eyes were locked firmly upon San’s sculpted profile, the way his fell back onto you as he turned.

“I’m sure I am,” he replied right as your car began its descent.

The moment the momentum started he threw up his hands and let out a loud whoop. You laughed despite the wild hoot it came out as, fixing San as best you could when a sharp turn threw you into his side.

“You didn’t even try!” You shouted over the wind’s exhilarating rush.

San grinned against the assault of air. “I want to buy you stuff!” He exclaimed triumphantly as you sailed down the next smaller hill.

Mingi

Corny as it may have been, you guys decided to try one of those couples’ bets where you see who can go the longest without touching the other. You had bragged enough about it being easy that if nothing else, your pride was at stake let alone any penalty.

You weren’t the type to play dirty (in this case literally or figuratively), so for the most part you just went about your day, though you had worn Mingi’s favorite outfit on you and you couldn’t help a faint smirk at the way his eyes traveled up it.

“Ready for the first movie, hun?”

“Yep!” For all his wandering eyes, your boyfriend had relegated himself to the furthest edge of the couch where he sat straight as a pin, hands folded in his lap.

With a snort, you chose the middle cushion, placing yourself just out of his reach and crossing your legs. “Popcorn?” You held out the bowl in your hand.

Narrowing his eyes, he leaned forward and curled his fingers around the top edge to lift it from you. “Nice try.”

You shrugged. “I’m just trying to enjoy the movie. You gonna be ok with this one?”

“Yeah,” he replied between crunching mouthfuls of popcorn, “of course I am, why?”

“I dunno,” you answered in a faint singsong and batted your eyelashes innocently, “it’s a pretty romantic movie.”

“So what?”

So what indeed. You heard the springs of the couch before anything, turning more out of curiosity, but you barely had time to register a single sight as Mingi surged forward and yanked you into an electric kiss in time with the main interests’. His hands slid from your shoulders down to your waist, your hips, as you metaphorically shook off your surprise and responded.

“To hell with the bet,” he said as you pulled away, satisfaction joining the smattering of red across his face at your smile.

“You won’t be saying that when you have to do whatever I say for a day,” you reminded him.

“Maybe I like that punishment,” he shot back with a shameless smile, returning to his sweet laugh the moment you playfully shoved him.

Wooyoung

“You’ve really never tried this before?”

“When would I get a chance to?” You countered, shifting beneath the sheets to face Wooyoung.

“I dunno,” he shrugged, leaning just inches from your face as his voice lowered, “you tell me.”

You accepted the kiss before you spoke, smiling into the shocking passion of it and leaning in deeper before you finally broke it. “I’m not exactly the ‘stay in bed all day’ type on the average day.”

“I know,” he leaned over you with a grin, “that’s why there are stakes. Last to get up and you get to pick how we spend the afternoon.”

“Or evening.”

His eyebrows shot up and down. “Or evening.”

You laughed and gave him a little push away, but he came right back forward to wind his arms around your waist. “There’s no way we’ll stay down that long. We’ll have to eat or, you know, go pee or something.”

“Not if we keep busy enough to forget.”

You didn’t disagree with the logic there, but he still got a light smack with a pillow.

“You know what?”

Wooyoung pressed even closer to you- if that was even physically possible. “What?”

“You’ve got me on your side now. This day’s been almost perfect.”

His eyebrows raised at that as he searched your gaze. “Almost?”

“Yeah, it’s been great,” you replied, giving him your most earnest eyes.

“But what could make it better?” He urged you, one of his hands finding yours.

“I’m just thirsty is all.”

Over a drink, yet his stare was so intense, eager. “I’ll get your favorite.”

“No, you don’t have to do that,” you told him.

“Anything for my darling.” Pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, Wooyoung rose from the bed, pulling on his robe. “I want to.”

“Ha!” You exclaimed. “Sucker! I can’t believe that worked!”

Realization hit him like a ton of bricks, widening his eyes and slumping his shoulders. “Oh, shit.”

“I win!” You cheered, raising your hands above your head.

He crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at you despite still crossing the room to fetch your drink. “Whatever. We were probably going to pick similar things anyway.”

“True,” you giggled, rolling your eyes fondly, “but I’ll find a way to make it interesting, don’t you worry.”

Jongho

He started it, teasing as ever and confident in his victory if his crossed arms and prematurely triumphant smile said anything. Leaning against the counter, he’d briefly enjoyed your amusement at the apple he’d snapped in half for you before speaking.

“Bet you couldn’t break me one.”

“What,” you’d just teased, “getting tired of being the strong man?”

“No, it’s nice to be powerful,” he grinned shyly, “but I’ve just never seen you try anything like that before.”

You’d seen it done by ordinary folk before. Sure, why not? It was Jongho’s shtick and you never moved in on it, but if he asked, so be it. Reaching over to your countertop basket, you curled your fingers around one’s shiny red surface and straightened. “What are you betting?”

“Hmmm,” he paused, dark eyes drifting upward in thought, “a massage?”

“So boring! I want you to watch my favorite show with me!”

“All of it?” His eyes widened; his fingers flexed faintly against the counter. “How many seasons is that? Isn’t that a lot for one apple?”

“Alright,” you stepped closer to teasingly nudge him, “fine, first three episodes, then you can bounce.”

“Not that I’ll need to. Begin,” he urges with a grin and a wave of his hand.

Again, you’d seen this done plenty of times. One trick you remembered was to roll your thumbs when you squeezed and twist opposite directions- right? You liked to think if Hongjoong could do it, so could you, not that he wasn’t fit. If you had half the pecs he did-

Snap! Ok, guess it was opposite directions, because with a kickback of your hands you felt the pressure of a tear and saw two distinct halves, one upon each palm. Your smile rose dramatically like The Grinch’s as your gaze slid back up to meet Jongho’s.

“So…wanna make some popcorn?”

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saintmagx · 9 months

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✨ Cruel Summer ✨

pairing: Solo Sikoa x reader, Jey Uso x reader (briefly)

AN: Literally making this for myself, so if I do ever end up publishing - enjoy I guess? 🤪

w/c: 1198

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity(if you squint), jealous Jey, toxic behaviour, bad/embarrassing writing ⚠️

doesn’t follow a specific timeline however it is more recent, total divas making a return.

✨ I love you ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard - he looks up grinning like the devil ✨

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“I dunno Trin, the thought of being recorded for 12 hours of the day, like, I enjoy my privacy”.

“Think about it as an opportunity, having the fans see a different side of you. Showing them how hard you work your ass off.”

Trinity is my best friend, she helped me out so much when I joined the WWE 6 years ago. She and her husband Jon took me into their family and helped me adapt into the crazy world of being a WWE superstar.

“Just think about it is all I’m saying. It’ll be fun” trin says nudging me.

Ever since I moved here, we have had a weekly tradition of Wednesday Girls Night, its just snacks, Chinese takeout, and movies, it’s just time for us to catch up and wind down from the gruelling travel schedule.

Right on queue at exactly 11:30pm Jon walks in the door.

“Times up ladies” he says, which is swiftly followed by two pillows being thrown at his head.

“Come on uce, you know better than to interrupt gIrLs NiGhT”

The couch beside me dipped and once again I felt the heat from the body of Josh Fatu, my one weakness. His hand falls to his side and creeps closer to me caressing the side of my bare thigh. You see what people don’t know is Josh and I have an ‘agreement’ - no feelings, just sex and friendship, and it was going great until it wasn’t, feeling were caught, specifically by me and I’m stuck between a rock and hard place as I’m falling hard for him, but I cant let this agreement end because I would rather have him this way than not have him at all.

“Spoke with Joe today, Hunter is bringing him up to the main roster, can’t wait to have my other younger brother fighting by my side”. A third pillow is thrown at Jon from the direction of Josh.

“We are twins, and you are only older by 8 minutes”.

Never a dull moment where the Fatu boys are concerned.

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First day of filming (TD Interview Segment)

Okay, so lets start with a basic intro okay? Ready, go!

The room falls silent the light shines bright on me, I have at least 6 pair of eyes on me, goading me into starting. Gosh why did I sign up to do this!!!

Hi there, my names yn, I am currently on the Smackdown roster and I am the current WWE Women’s Champion.

I’ve been with the WWE for 6 years now and I wouldn’t have survived if it wasn’t for my adoptive sister Trinity, she took me under her wing and I’ve been there ever since. As you guys know – and if you didn't know, the accent should be a huge giveaway, I’m originally from the United Kingdom, I came to the states with a dream in hand and no one there to help me through this bumpy ride. I can never repay her or Jon for the way they have accepted and welcomed me into their little dynamic. Although, travelling the world with Jon and Josh is hard work, they boys are chaotic, I don't know how Trin managed to do it herself for so long!

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Friday Night Smackdown, Atlanta Georgia, 8 weeks before Survivor Series

Walking into the arena for Smackdown I get a message from Hunter asking to meet him in his office. A mixture of anxiety and curiosity fill in the pit of my stomach. In his office I’m met with the familiar faces of Jon, Josh, and Joseph, smiling I look over to Hunter who invites me to sit.

“I got your message, what’s up?

“We have been toying with the idea of a cross brand rivalry - for Survivor Series. Now that Joe has come up to the main roster, we think the Usos and Solo v The Judgement Day would pique interest from the WWE universe.”

“So why am I here?”

“Demi is the Women’s World Champion and part of Judgment Day; it would only seem right that she faces the Women’s Champion”.

Without hesitation I accept. Hunter debriefs us on how it’s going to play out over the next few weeks. We will have to be on both RAW and Smackdown over the next few weeks, so looks like it will be me and the brothers travelling together since Trin is exclusive to Smackdown!

Gorilla, few hours later (TD segment)

Tonight, I have a singles match, however Demi has to interfere and cost me the match – thus starting our road to Survivor Series.

I see Hunter in his usual place over at the screens with his headset on talking to Randy Orton, Randy spots me and immediately comes over to me.

“There’s my favourite girl.”

“I wouldn’t let your wife hear you say that Randy”.

Randy Orton, he is exactly how you would imagine him to be, a cocky little shit, flirtatious as hell, a menace but he has a heart of gold. Many nights we would hit the gym together and training with him before his injury really improved my in-ring ability. He is another one I would call my family away from family.

A familiar scent fills my nostrils, Josh. He stands next to me wrapping his arm around me pulling me closer, as if to stake his claim in me.

“I’ve been looking for you, come on let’s go”.

I smile apologetically at Randy, he just waves me off laughing, as much as I say people don’t know anything about me and Josh, it’s not to say there isn’t rumours flying around, people have their own take on it, and that’s okay, we just laugh it off.

Trin and Jon (TD Interview segment)

“You see yn and josh think they are so slick hiding their little late-night rendezvous” says Jon

Trin sighing, “I just wish they would bang their heads together and realise they are meant to be. Think of the double dates we could finally have Jon.”

Jon’s laugh fills the small interview room, “yeah it would be sweet, and yn is already like family, it would be an easy transition.”

Away from the cameras

“What were you talking to Randy about?” Josh quizzes

“Nothing, you came in and ushered me away before I could say anything.”

“Good, I don’t like it when you get attention from other guys, just me, okay?”

“I think you’ll find Josh that I can speak to who I like”. I say frustrated with his behaviour.

You see as much as I love Josh, this, this right here the way he wants to have his cake and eat it too drives me insane. I so much as look at another guy and he is right there to remind me I’m his, yet he can look at and speak to as many girls and I can’t say shit.

“I’ve got a match to get to, I’ll see you later J.”

“Goodluck out there baby girl, not that you need it.” Before he can come any closer to me, I slip out the room and let my frustrated sigh out. How much longer am I going to keep torturing myself.

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punkpandapatrixk · 10 months

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🔻Tier 3 Patron-exclusive PAC at the end🔻

☆°・. Hustlin’ a la Goddess .・°☆ | Punk Girl Culture

A while back on Pinterest I saw a really cool quote like this: ‘I hustle like a man because I was raised not to depend on one.’ I understood what it’s trying to say and where it’s coming from; and above all, it really is an empowering idea considering how many women in this world are totally loser-like because their willpower is weak HA But the thing about that quote is…

It got me reminiscing about how I used to be a terrible, terrible workaholic caused by a toxic childhood that had been the complete opposite of that. In my past reality, I hustled like a man exactly because I had been groomed to depend on one. KABOOM!

In a toxic household was a psychopath that worked devilishly hard at having little girls believe that a woman is inherently—by nature—dependent on men. That our survival is at the mercy of men’s charity. Thus a woman must seek to marry a rich man if she wishes to live a happy life. Mind you, this wasn’t a simple case of a shallow Boomer who had grown up in a different era; this really was a psychopath who delighted in creating false realities for little girls to grow up and become absolute losers, in the hope that they never would surpass—never would become better than her.

I was only seven when I began to give that narrative a fuckton of thought. I loathed the idea that a woman is this kind of a helpless creature only because she was born with a vagina; that a woman would never survive without a man’s protection or provision; that a woman’s highest priority in life is to be attractive enough (whatever that means) to seduce a rich man so he wants to marry her. I LOATHED IT. I fucking despised it. What an insult to Love!

At any rate, by age seven, I had come to notice the bullshit that was often spewed by that psychopath. I refused to accept that degrading idea so I began to think and behave differently. I thought to myself one afternoon in the shower:

‘So a marriage is only necessary because of the money, right? But that’s an old people thing. This is a different era—I will make my own money when I grow up. So then, that means I don’t need to get married. I won’t allow myself to become dependent on a man. I don’t want it.’

And so it was that I grew up to become a hustler more resilient than most men because I wanted to rebel against the grooming of the psychopath. It was like a weird coping mechanism or overcompensation or something—not sure which term is more correct LMAO I grew up wanting to be seen as tough and not needing a man’s gentlemanly assistance. I hated being helped by men like, what, you think I can’t help myself? I was always able to help myself.

The problem is… I became way too tough. Waaay too tough for one short girl. I had come to hold myself to impossible standards. I thought that if a man could manage to do this or that, I should be able to do and achieve just the same. My brain is very capable! What’s stopping me?!

The reality of the limits of my physiology (tiny!🤪) as well as my psychology as an autistic girl had not become clear to me at this point. But as the wheel of fortune would have it, at some point in Life my eyes were opened to the very idea of my girlhood and I woke up to the realisation that a woman shouldn’t have to work so hard in Life. DIVINE FEMININE, BEBEH!

One cold and rainy October evening I was lying on my bed, broke as fuck, single as a stick, hungrier and lonelier than a stray cat, feeling all defeated in Life I thought about all of this and repeated to myself quite amusingly miserably:

‘I’m a girl. I’m just a girl. And a really tiny one at that. I shouldn’t have to work so hard. I don’t wanna have to work so hard. I shouldn’t be made to work SO hard. I wanna be someone’s baby girl!’

And I cried and I cried about the fact that I had been so unkind to myself as a girl. That I had allowed society to convince me that it was okay to be so impatient with myself in the name of professionalism! And I cried and I cried because now I was realising I’m really such a soft lovely polite girl who had been forced to fight for I didn’t even know what for the longest time trying to just meet the expectations of a batshit crazy world full of terribly gaslighty psychopaths…

I cried for three days straight, no cap. My youth… My entire Life… For what… And where did that lead me? It’s given me nothing. NOTHING.

By the end of the third day, I made a resolve to treat myself more kindly, more gently because girls are meant to be held with tender care and Love♥︎For the first time in my Life I was able to wholeheartedly accept that I was a girl LMAO That sounds funny but I wasn’t struggling with gender dysphoria—no, I don’t think that ever was the case but… umm… though I always liked the fact that I was a girl, somehow, there was also a part of me that used to view myself as just-a-14-year-old-boy-who-likes-to-play-video-games. I couldn’t even comprehend why I had an appearance that would be considered attractive by men💩

At any rate, so it was that I had held myself captive to impossibly stupid standards of conducts because I wasn’t aware enough of my biology, physiology, as well as psychology as a Goddess! Thinking about it now, it’s so bizarre I lived like that and even managed to survive pushing myself so hard even on those motherfucking days of murderous cramps *wink wink* One time I shed tears feeling so sorry to my younger self because I wasn’t gentle or patient enough with her.

I think the feminine force is supposed to be the embodiment of love and comfort. I think being a girl means I am deserving of an effortless existence. Say what you want if you’re a feminazi, but I want to live enveloped in lightness and ease. I think a girl deserves to be taken care of unconditionally because she’s so complexly fragile and delicate. No, it’s not a weakness. A flower’s delicateness is not a failure. Nor is a butterfly’s fragility useless.

We, are creatures of beauty. And when I was awakened to that reality, I learnt that the first thing I needed to do was stop being an enemy to my fragile beauty. I resolved to hold my femininity in highest regard and not continue to hurt myself with unrealistic expectations based on the male standards of conduct. It had to start with myself because the brainwashed world outside of me was never going to give this to me.

‘I simply do not want to hustle like a man anymore. I don’t think it suits me at all. More important, I don’t think the way men hustle is the standard of a good character! I don’t think they know what they’re doing.’

I, am a feminine force, baby—I don’t chase; I attract. When I hustle, I’m gonna hustle a la Goddess because that’s what I AM. The feminine, the yin, the abstract, holds the magick of the creation of the Universe. Literally I can manifest all I need effortlessly by just breathing calmly and being pretty—in harmony with the melodies of the Cosmic Vibrations💗

Gosh, why didn’t I figure this out earlier?!

I think I’ve now made peace with the homme and femme within though. I think, I’ve pretty much stopped being angry about the ways I used to hustle like a man—posing numerous dangers to myself both physically and spiritually. Ecologically, bish, that wouldn’t have been sustainable in the grander scheme of things!

I still have alternating days I feel more like an homme and a femme every so often but I’ve got to say I like me best on the days I feel most indulgently girly👗On such days, I feel the world is so fine because I’m a woman👒I feel everything is just gonna fall into place eventually because my Goddess Magick is taking care of my Reality. All is well in Divine Timing, my baby girl🎀

And god forbid—I don’t need no man to give that to me either!😉

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 3 months

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Tear in My Heart: Mission Happily Ever After?

Pairing: Single!Dad Matt Jackson x Teacher!Reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 860

Summary: Maddie’s celebration dinner wasn’t what you thought it was going to be.

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m baaaack!!! 🤪

Part 1

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Gif is not mine. Credit to the owner.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Maddie and her Uncle Nick rushed ahead of you and Matt, practically knocking you over but thankfully Matt was quick and caught you before disaster struck. Once inside, you and Matt failed to find Nick and Maddie at the hostess stand which caused you and Matt to share a confused look. Where could they be?

You didn’t have to wonder long because the hostess returned and seated you both at a table for two. Matt opened his mouth to explain that there were two others with you but the hostess left quickly after seating you. “Maybe they didn’t have a table for four?” You offered even though you had passed by two empty tables for four people. Matt looked at you with his eyebrow raised. “I know. I know. That��s probably not true.” You admitted. “Let’s just make the most of it. Maddie and Nick are probably seated somewhere nearby.” You spoke, in attempts to calm Matt. You could see the worry in his eyes, not know where his little girl and brother were. You scanned the room and sure enough there they were — seated on the opposite wall from you. “See.” You pointed over in their direction. You saw Matt instantly relax and nod.

The waiter came and took your orders. After the waiter left, you and Matt began exchanging stories about Maddie and slowly the conversation began to shift to getting to know each other better. You learned that he loved basketball and often coached a little league team. You also learned that when the brothers were seventeen, Nick once spread a rumor around school that Matt was scared of butterflies and that Matt got his revenge by drawing all over Nick’s face with permanent marker while he slept. You couldn’t help but laugh at the brothers antics.

As you ate your food, you glanced over at Maddie and Nick’s table. They were laughing and having a good time to which you smiled. It was more than obvious that Maddie and Nick were best friends.

You were about to ask Matt more about that when the waiter came through with a small heart shaped red cake. You and Matt exchanged confused looks. Matt opened his mouth to speak but when he looked up the waiter was gone again. You finally looked down at the cake and read the message written in white icing: “Happy First Date!” You were one hundred percent sure this wasn’t a date, not that you didn’t want it to be but because it’s not how you pictured it. “Our first date huh?” You teased, hoping to make the best of what had to be the waiter’s mistake.

“What are you-?” Matt began speaking until you gestured to the cake. “Nick! I just told him I’m not ready. Why can’t he just let it be?” Matt angrily grumbled completely ignoring your innocent little joke.

You didn't know what to do now. You were lost about why Matt was so mad and blaming Nick. You couldn’t help but wonder why Nick was apparently trying to get Matt to date, despite knowing it was none of your business and Matt would tell you if he wanted you to know. There were two ways out of this: going to the bathroom or hoping Nick and Maddie would come to the rescue. Unfortunately, neither of those things were an option for long, because the next thing you knew Matt had left the table. You sat there dumbfounded and confused, most importantly embarrassed as people stared at you.

Nick and Maddie witnessed the whole scene. Maddie was devastated and on the verge of tears when Nick scooped her up after leaving enough cash for their food and a sizable tip. He rushed over to you as quickly as he could considering he had Maddie in his arms and had to dodge a couple waiters. “I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t think he would react like that. Maddie and I meant no harm, honestly.” Nick profusely apologized for the incident.

You opened your mouth to speak but stopped when you heard a sniffle. That’s when you noticed Maddie in Nick’s arms, her head buried in his neck. Your heart immediately sank in your chest. You desperately wanted to say something to her, to comfort her but you were at a loss of what to say.

Nick noticed you wanted to talk with Maddie. “She’ll be okay. I’ll talk to her about it, don’t worry.” He assured you with sympathetic eyes. You nodded and reached in your purse for your wallet. “Don’t. This is on me. It’s my fault this happened.” Nick shifted Maddie over to one arm while he took his free hand to retrieve his wallet from his blue jeans pocket.

“Is Matt going to be okay?” You asked Nick, genuinely concerned.

Nick paused briefly and nodded. “Yeah, I just need to talk to him, to apologize.” Nick laid the money on the table before heading towards the door with you awkwardly and embarrassingly trailing behind, trying to ignore the whispering and murmuring from the crowded restaurant.

Mission Happily Ever After: not accomplished.

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 1 year

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Can you write headcanons on what type of person the goths would date? I hope ur having a nice day/night💕

Thank you for the request friend! And I’m currently having a very great day!:)

I hope you are also having a great morning/afternoon/night! I hope you enjoy!

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Michael:

- Michael isn’t picky when it comes to his s/o

- He prefers someone that is kind and responsive to his needs

- He gives his all in a relationship, and he wants someone who can return that gesture right back to him

- He also gets mad jealous really easily, so an s/o who is completely loyal is another thing he looks for when trying to get into a relationship

- His ideal type is someone who will give him the world

- Looks wise, he could care less about what you look like

- Michael is not a surface lover, meaning that he prefers his S/O’s personality and heart over their looks

- He loves, he loves so hard, he just needs an s/o that reflects the way he loves

Henrietta:

- Henrietta prefers an s/o that will have her back at any point

- If she’s mad, they have to be mad

- If she’s sad, they have to be sad so they can be sad together

- If she wants to fight

- Well, her s/o better bring popcorn and bandaids because Henrietta is gonna fuck someone up

- She makes an almost spiritual connection with people, so she wants an s/o who can match her emotions at any point

- Looks wise, Henrietta does prefer an s/o taller than her

- She also prefers a soft s/o. She likes the dynamic of the scary dog gf/sweet sunshine gf

- She’s not quiet about her sexuality, so her S/O needs to also be open about their relationship

Pete:

- Pete secretly prefers someone loud and boisterous

- He’s timid, he wants someone who’ll be able to break him out of his shell a little bit more

- On that note, he also needs someone who has a lot of patience

- He reverts back into periods of shutting everyone out, he needs someone who can just sit with him and coax him out of his little funk he put himself in

- He likes to be lazy when he can be, so someone who can laze around with him and not force him to do anything is perfect

- Looks wise, he doesn’t care

- He thinks of himself very negatively, so he doesn’t judge anyone based on their appearance

- He’s happy with what he can get, he just hates being lonely

- Sweet boy my heart breaks for Pete (lol im the one who made him like that 🤪)

#sp goth kids #south park goth kids #south park headcanons #sp fanfiction #south park michael #sp michael #south park pete #sp pete #south park henrietta #sp henrietta #sp pete x reader #sp henrietta x reader #sp michael x reader #sp henrietta biggle #sp pete thelman

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heartandfangs · 2 years

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18+ EN- Fics That Have Ruined Me In Some Form.

I tend to write fics more than I read these days BUT I’ve been meaning to do this little post series to show some love to fics that have been on my mind! Hope to do more of these in the future. 🖤⚰️

— P.

Kitten by @real-queena

This fic started this post that’s been in my drafts for months. I’ve never read anything related to Primal Play and I think it’s fascinating; I just straight up love it. Also down bad for Sunghoon’s character, this mf is cold but he cares for MC in his own lil’ ways.

Everything leading up to the smut put me on edge in the best way. Like, imagine being chased down by this motherfucker who’s 90% legs?? 😭 Even if he gives you a head start WHO ARE YOU KIDDING.

I love all the details; I mean all of them (like the bar in the woods bc I’d be all over that shit). The side characters— like the other Dominants— are interesting and their banter adds to the story. Personally, I don’t like putting idols from other groups as side characters in my fics, so I appreciated how they were actual oc’s. (Nothing wrong with not using oc’s, I just prefer oc’s unless it’s like Enha + HYBE Japan boys since they’re from the same “universe” and doesn’t break the immersion for me.)

Love the how the fic takes place in the woods, and the expensive atmosphere; almost gives me Eyes Wide Shut vibes since the group of people feel like elites. Who know’s if they are though. (Anyone else fascinated by the occult?)

Idk if the author is active but I still think about this fic even months after reading it 🫶 I’d love to write something inspired by Primal Play in the future.

All For Me, All For You by @jngsngie

Honestly, I could put any of Astrid’s fics here. Actually I’m gonna put Always Make Me Feel So Good here too. Sub Enha Queen 🖤

I love All For me, All For You because of softdom!Jay (he’s just so sweet) and just the fact that he made custom lingerie for MC what a KING. Also, I just found it SO HOT when Jay licked through her panties.

Anything to do with licking or kissing through clothing I CAN’T DO IT. I AM MENTALLY GONE. Maybe because it’s just extra teas-y 🦋

Always Make Me Feel So Good has such a cute dynamic between MC and sub!Jake— I love that she had him write out his likes and dislikes because Jake is so adorable about it. My favorite line of dialogue is when MC rips her panties out of Jake’s mouth and the first thing he does is call her mommy and says she looks pretty 🫠 ALSO 💖 Sex Toys 💖

Invasion of Privacy by @bruh-changbin

This is the most recent fic I’ve read 🤪 Heeseung’s roommate occupation as a little panty thief had me choking like PANTIES FROM THE HAMPER. SIRRR🖐🫠 Hee having to listen to his roommate getting fucked by a rando makes me root for him.

His “I could fuck her better” attitude has me rolling, I’m just like— DO IT.

The day he finally gets caught by MC OR works up enough courage to approach her is the day I WILL FINALLY LIVE. 🤍 Will I ever get tired of sexual tensions between roommates? Probably not.

#p post #fic recs #enhypen smut #fic rec #enhypen smut fic recs #p fic recs #enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #jake smut #jaeyun smut #sunghoon smut #jay smut #jongseong smut #jake x reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #sunghoon x reader

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Pleading Innocence - Joe Velasco x reader

AN: this thought has been stuck on my mind since the previous episode when Liv started the investigation... I'm kinda projecting my own anger towards her here ... soooooooo 🤪 This piece also has a Terry + reader friendship, where he's given her the nickname bee ... cause I think it's cute 🥰 And without further ado ... good reading ❤️ please reblog if you like the fic, would really help me out 😌❤️

WC: 1352

“You’re a real hypocrite...you know that right, Liv?” Glaring at your Godmother as you stood in her office, she looked gob smacked.

Although you absolutely adored her, and loved all the moments you had spent together for as long as you could remember, you easily got angry with some of the decisions she made.

“Excuse me?”

“You have no problem defending Mr. Humphreys or your old partner detective Stabler! But as soon as it’s detective Velasco, you assume guilt!”

“They were both innocent—”

Your hands shot up in the air in frustration. “That is not the point Captain! The point is you didn’t assume the worst in them, even when it seemed they were guilty. But before even hearing Velasco’s side of the deal, you assumed his guilt! He’s done nothing but try and earn your respect. And you just stab him in the back at first opportunity!”

You could feel how people were looking at the two of you now through the windows covering her wall into the bullpen, not that you really cared. Hell, let them talk.

“You don’t even know Velasco! You’ve been here five minutes, detective—I’m certain he’s done what he confessed!”

“You didn’t really know Mr. Humphrey’s before he came to you!”

Fin stepped in then, suggesting you take a walk.

“Perfect idea, sergeant. I’ll go have a chat with McGrath.” You glared at Liv once more before leaving the room, grabbing your bag and jacket off the back of your chair on the way out.

…

You’d almost made it to McGrath office when Terry called you on facetime, asking what the hell you were doing, going above Liv.

“Chief McGrath hired Velasco, surely, he wouldn’t vouch for him if he was crooked or a killer. And then I’m talking to Velasco after. Get his side.”

“Wow, not so fast bee—you heard Cap, we’re not to talk to Velasco about this case!”

“Terry—he’s going in here blind. How would you feel if that was you being thrown to the wolves?”

He took a deep breath. “I’d be pissed and scared. But I wouldn’t want you or anyone to take a fall to warn me.”

“Terry—”

“I’m serious, y/n.”

“Velasco is gonna hate me if he finds out I knew but didn’t tell him.”

And there it was. Your real motive for wanting to help Joe. You could see it in Terry’s eyes that he knew there was more that wanting to save a friend.

“How long have this been going on, bee?”

“I’ve loved him since the first time I met him. He doesn’t know though. I never had the guts to tell him.”

Terry gave you a sympathetic look. “You must really love him if you’re willing to risk your career for him.”

That made you let out a small, teary chuckle. It was true. You would risk your life for him. Had this been a few years ago you would never. Your past was filled with once sided love, and troubled relationships. Past you would never have done this.

“You’re the first one I’m telling about this, so promise you won’t tell anyone.”

“I promise bee.” Terry looked at you in anticipation.

“I’ve been looking into transferring. Captain Murphy said there might be a position opening in Hate Crimes. If not Duarte says they could always do with more detectives.”

Terry looked stunned, taking a step back. “You’re leaving?”

There was nothing you wanted more than to hug your best friend. But you made a mental note to do it later when you saw him.

“Just need to get the papers signed at my new precinct, and then I’ll had in my notice with Liv. Regardless of this case or not. I wouldn’t be able to work with Joe anymore. Especially not if I told him how I felt. Liv would kick Joe off the force before I even got a chance to leave. So, it’s better this way.”

“Still hate that you’re leaving though bee.”

“Yeah, same.”

…

Several hours late you were back in Liv’s office, looking in on the interrogation that’s going on between her, Fin and Joe. Your heart ached as you watched him, wishing you could go in and hug him.

Terry and Grace stood opposite sides from you, rubbing your back, and making sure you didn’t run in to the room.

“They’ll see they were wrong about him; don’t you worry.” Grace tried. But it sounded like she wasn’t too sure about her own statement.

For the most part you just stood in silence. Tears streaming down your face as you saw how broken Joe was getting over this.

At a point you couldn’t keep looking, turning to lean your forehead on Terry’s shoulder, your own shaking as you started crying more.

Your biggest worries were that they were right about him, but more so, you didn’t want them to wrongfully convict him either.

“He’ll be okay, bee. You’ll both be.” Terry said softly, rubbing your back which also holding you to him.

You almost didn’t notice when they wrapped up in there, or when Joe asked, “Can I leave?” If it wasn’t for Grace speaking up to say they were done for the day.

Liv appeared in her office then, looking at the three of you. “We should talk, y/n.”

The others scurried out, leaving you in the office alone with her.

“Not tonight. I’m too tired.”

“I’m serious, y/n, that little stunt of yours earlier should have me filing a disciplinary action against you.”

“Then do it. Just cause you’re my godmother doesn’t mean you can’t write me up. You’d do that to the others.”

She gave you a warning look.

“But either way, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m moving to a different precinct. Murphy offered me a spot in the hate crime unit. I’ll start on Monday.”

“y/n--!”

“No, Aunt Liv, it’s done. We shouldn’t have worked together in the first place. Work and family shouldn’t really mix.”

She gave you a sad look then, stepping forward a little. “Can you reconsider?”

“No. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Then she nodded, putting on her best smile. “Well then. Thank you for your time here. And I hope your time with them will be good.”

You hated how a rift between the two of you had been created. But it was for the best that you left. Hopefully it would salvage the friendship.

…

Stepping out of her office again, you didn’t look back. Just went to grab whatever items you had, everything stored in your desk.

You left the building shortly after, skipping on the goodbyes.

“You’re leaving?” Jumping slightly at the voice, you turned to see Joe, leaning on his bike.

“Yeah, I was offered a new job.” Wasn’t a complete lie.

“Wait—I meant leaving as in going home—you quit SVU?!” He stood up then, moving to you.

Maybe having so little that you could fit it all in your backpack has its perks? “I’m sorry Jose. I wish I could have told you earlier. It’s just—it’s been so hectic recently, and then the interrogation happened, and well—fuck it—I love you, Jose. And that’s one of the reasons why I can’t work the same precinct as you. I just—thought you should know.”

He stared at you, mouth agape. Then snaps back to reality and rushes forward, pulling your face to his and kissing you. “I—I—I care for you too, y/n.”

“You don’t have to say it until you’re ready, Jose, I can wait.” His eyes glassed over with tears at what you said, which made you melt against him, kissing him more, never wanting to stop.

“Let me give you a ride--”

“Yours please, I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

He nodded, pulling you in for a secure hug, “I don’t want to be alone either.”

Grabbing the spare helmet he had in the seat compartment, Joe helped you fasten it, then helped you onto the bike itself. “Hold on tight darling.”

And you planned on never letting go.

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VegasPete and Stockholm Syndrome

Okay so….just obsessively scrolling through the KP and VP tags every Saturday I end up seeing everybody and their brothers takes. (And if not on Saturday then I will the entire rest of the week because I check that tag like checking the morning newspaper 🤪)

And seeing “Stockholm Syndrome” for the tv series (esp cause I read the VP side story lmaooo rip) really amused me for multiple reasons,,,

Lemme just start right from the bat and say that it is perfectly valid to be confused on Pete’s actions, especially as he’s been held hostage.

“Why didn’t he leave?? He should of left???”

Obv the thought process here is: Pete hates Vegas —> seen what Vegas goes through and empathized —> worries about his captor —> doesn’t leave when presented the option —> therefore he has Stockholm syndrome.

Mhm mhmmm I can understand how you could come to that conclusion. However, I firmly disagree. I saw a post that said they wanted to label Vegas and Pete’s relationship Stockholm sooooo badly but knew that wasn’t entirely it and that there was something more complex but they couldn’t understand what.

Haha let me explain to you just what that “what” is.

Having read the book, I have a bit more of a foundation when it comes to comparison, making it easier to see and understand the intent behind the way the Director and writers have adapted the novel into the series. I’m in the middle of writing an essay about these changes and why the tv show is hands down (no competition) a million times better (written) than the book.

In the book, yeah I would say Pete and Vegas have a Stockholm relationship. Hmmm maybe not even then? Because if we’re defining Stockholm as a coping mechanism of empathizing with the captor during times of stress and harm in order to help make it through a traumatic situation; then I say: So~so. See, Pete’s mindset in the book is completely different than it is in the series.

In the book there was no understanding for why Vegas is a fked up lil maniac. “Parental abuse? Tough, but people out there have had it tougher 😶✌️.”

That was Pete’s mindset.

It was really “well that sucks for you but I don’t care — cuz you’re a henious villain” thought process.

In fact Pete only started being nice to Vegas/doing what he said so that Vegas would get bored and either kill him or let him go. That’s it. That’s like 92% of their novel relationship. Pete being fake asf so Vegas would find him boring.

Even prior to being captor and captive Book!Pete could not and did not see behind Vegas’ mask. In his own thoughts during his time captive, he thinks about how he had always perceived Vegas as y’know “just some guy” even with Kinn/Tankhun’s warnings — these warnings being the only reason he knew to be wary of Vegas in the first place.

Chef’s kiss 💋 👌👌 to the show for the way they made specific and subtle changes from the source material that would greatly change the entire dynamic of all the characters and their relationships with each other. (But that’s an essay for a whole other day 👀)

Now, how did the show change Vegas and Pete’s relationship into something entirely new, even more fked up than it was in the narrative, and yet somehow a million times better?

Simple.

(1) Pete’s observation skills and ability to see through Vegas mask from the very beginning. AND his “there’s no heroes or villains” mindset

(2) Pete *choosing* to sneak in with the knowledge and preparation of his torture and death should things go wrong.

(3) The shared experience of both having abusive fathers.

(Pete being the more mature and introspective and aware one between the two, aKa giving Vegas some solid therapy and enlightenment.)

(4) The clippers that have been left in the room with Pete. These writers have been intentional to the *T* — if all these damn essays and meta aren’t proof enough to yall of that then 🤷 idk what else I could give to prove that to you.

(Listennnnnnn,,, you don’t have all these intentional choices for every little thing and then accidentally leave bolt cutters on set of an important scene. Would make no damn sense.)

(5) The hedgehog 🦔

(Vegas didn’t have a pet in the novel…not one I remember at least.)

(6) The Key 🔑

(7) Vegas not initiating the Kiss

Okay. All of the above 1–7 are just a few of the changes made that have major importance for both Pete and Vegas’ relationship.

With Pete being able to see under Vegas’ mask we know that Vegas’ fake masks don’t fool him. There’s something about Vegas that Pete can see through. So when Pete chooses to sneak into the minor family compound — vocally stating before he does it that he knows the consequences— this informs the audience that he’s prepared for them. For capture, torture, death. Which is why when Vegas comes in to torture him and Pete knows he’s foiled his plans and will most likely die? Dude has nothing to lose, so he’ll be damned if he’ll let Vegas see his fear.

Not only does this give Pete a lot more agency. (In the book it was just, wrong place, wrong time); but — as fked up as it is — it also lets the audience feel less bad when he does inevitably get caught / tortured.

It’s not that he asked for it, but at least he knew what was going to happen. An unsuspecting victim is a lot more pitiable than a suspecting victim. Especially if it’s a consequence of a choice he voluntarily made — compared to being forced to investigate via ‘boss’s order.’ So already the writers are setting us up to not hate Vegas as much as we would if Pete truly stumbled into the situation on accident.

Now one of the most important differences — that shared trauma of having an abusive father, and using it to relate to Vegas. Unlike Book!Pete, our Pete recognizes Vegas’ situation. He’s been in the same place — while having the actual affection of his grandmother to fall back on (which Vegas obv didn’t have); therefore he also understands why Vegas tortures him the way that he does — he understands that Vegas is only feeling pathetic and lousy and is taking that out on him.

But in that tender and melancholic moment when Vegas decides to be vulnerable after patching up Pete’s wounds, Pete talks to Vegas with an understanding only someone in his position (or a therapist lol) would have. Even then, objectively knowing something is different than having experienced it yourself. And it’s the fact that Pete’s *also* experienced that sh*t that lends credibility to what he’s saying — at least in Vegas’ eyes.

This is why Pete knows there’s no good or evil, hero or villain, black or white binary in this world.

Because when you get down to it: we truly are shaped by our environments and the things we experience as we grow (obv not ignoring genetics but that’s not the point). And it’s this reflective and mature/observational outlook that helps him empathize with Vegas.

More than empathize — it’s *this* outlook that helps Pete not hold lasting grudges or hate for past hurts.

It’s always easier to forgive someone when you know where they’re coming from.

And Pete never really took it personally (for the most part) considering Vegas is on an opposing side. When an enemy gets captured on the enemy’s base of course they’d get either killed or tortured, esp for information.

That’s not something special to Vegas.

Vegas refusing to kill Pete tho? Lol. That’s enough for a dislike to sour. But I don’t think it sours all that much once we put in the consideration of Pete’s observations recognizing what Vegas is — a victim of an abusive home/situation.

(Not that it excuses him, but nobody’s trying to do that here LOL.)

Now getting down to the nitty gritty.

The hedgehog, the key, and why Pete isn’t a victim of Stockholm syndrome.

First, I think the hedgehog 🦔 is very important because it gives the audience (and Pete) another reason to empathize with Vegas — humans might not mean sh*t to him, but he loves and takes care of his pets.

He loves something. He cares about something. This humanizes him.

And a small and fragile pet can often humanize a character more than a human. A real sicko kills animals. But Vegas’ care for his hedgehog 🦔 shows that he isn’t that. He’s human too—albeit a really fked up one, but human nonetheless. He’s capable of love too, but perhaps humans have hurt him so much that he knows only an animal would be something he can trust.

This kind of trust and love he can only find in animals is also a very isolating existence. It highlights just how trapped Vegas is — the Hedgehog is literally a mirror of himself and his situation.

Yes he cares for Macau — but it’s “easier” to care for a human than an animal. Easier to empathize with a human. So while yeah, his care for his brother, while subtle in the show, is important, it isn’t as important to the audience as his love for his hedgehog. Especially when it comes to convincing an audience to forgive a character’s past villainy and long list of crimes.

But here’s what’s really important — the key.

Vegas leaving the key there (intentional or not; but imo, I think it’s obv intentional. Dude is way too meticulous for that to be accidental), gives Pete the agency to either escape or stay.

This, again, helps the audience be more okay with the idea of the two of them ending up in a relationship. It’s one thing if Pete has no choice and goes along with things to survive or cope with trauma — but it’s entirely something else if he’s allowed to leave, but doesn’t.

But Pete’s reason for staying has to be rational in some sense so the suspension of disbelief doesn’t attack the audience going 900 mph on the logic freeway.

So him escaping but seeing Vegas sitting pathetically on the grass, alone in the dark, and holding his dead pet?

The person there isn’t the dude that tortured him. Naw, that part of Vegas — is the child trapped in a cage and left isolated in the dark while anything that had ever brought him light or comfort in his life leaves him. He may be sitting on grass, but for Vegas it could’ve been the equivalent of sitting on broken glass.

It’s such a stark difference too from the versions of Vegas Pete’s used to seeing. Yeah he had that conversation about dads last episode, but even then Vegas wasn’t totally broken and left in despair.

But this Vegas?

This Vegas was someone so broken he couldn’t even cry until Pete touched him to provide comfort.

This Vegas isn’t just a sharp edge that can cut you if you get too close, now’s he’s much too broken for that — and his sharp edge has twisted inward from attacking others to attacking himself.

At this point, Pete’s beyond empathizing with his captor — esp because he isn’t a captive here. He’s not chained anymore. Vegas has no interest holding him captive. Pete at any point after he got out of those chains could have left and Vegas would do nothing to stop him.

Vegas is broken. He’s depressed. And he’s numb because it hurts too much to do anything but sit in his own despair. Pete touching him in comfort might’ve opened the floodgates of that hurt, but that doesn’t mean it changed how Vegas felt. Dude is still in despair when he heads inside.

Anyways this is getting too long so I’ll make a part two — getting more particular in the psychology of why Pete stayed, and why he kissed Vegas.

Closing words to end on:

Pete doesn’t leave because he knows what it’s like, and he’s sees the humanity and pain in Vegas and he cares. He cares because no broken and abused kid should be left isolated in the dark, not even knowing how to cry. He cares because he wants to do for Vegas what his grandmother did for him. What he wished more people would have done when he was in that pain and darkness.

He cares because he looks at Vegas and he sees himself.

#man this episode made me mentally ill y’all #rip to my usual followers but KinnPorsche has pervaded my brain #y’all know this because I start writing essays on it 🤪💀💀#getting a new battery for comp today #and maybe then I’ll continue my live-blogging <333 #until then tho excuse me while I lose my damn mind #KinnPorsche #vegaspete #KP analysis #meowfiaso 2 electric boogaloo #kinnporsche the series #vegas x pete #tw: abuse #tw: depression #tw: torture #kinnporsche spoilers

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This photo shoot????? Daddy Joel is that you?

Also…

Part Six

18+ only

Tw: so much smut, degrading, praising, squirting (🤭), insecurities talk, daddy kink, also fluff of course I’m not an animal 🤪

6,500 words

It's been a few days since you and Joel went on your ridiculously extravagant date that ended with the most passionate sex you've had. He held you the entire time, whispering how beautiful you are in your ear as you unraveled around him.

You spent the rest of the work week daydreaming about it, finding yourself zoning out at your computer screen as your thoughts were beautifully haunted by Joel's body.

Even now as you make yourself a light lunch on the counter at home, you can nearly hear the gentle praises he gave you as you took the entirety of his length inside of you. Your thighs clench and your eyes flutter closed as you reminisce, wishing you could relive that night any time it crosses your mind.

As if he can tell you're thinking about him, Joel texts you, seeing his name pop up on your phone screen. An immediate grin splashes onto your face, abandoning the sandwich that beckons for you to finish making it.

Joel

1:25pm

Football game starts at 4:30. Your dad wants people there at 2:00.

1:26pm

If only he were capable of telling me himself. Does he just forget he has a daughter?

Joel

1:30pm

No, baby. I don't know what his deal is, honestly. I'm sorry ❤️

1:31pm

It's okay. It's just annoying. I'll see you at 2:00 💕

Your smile has faded a bit, that hollow feeling your dad always gives you beginning to carve its way into your chest. You've learned to be hardened to the absence of him in your life and his lack of effort to spend time with you, but it still stings sometimes. You truly feel like your wonderful, nurturing mom deserves better, but you know she loves him more than anything in this world. She'd never leave him.

Setting those thoughts aside, you abandon your sandwich, deciding to just have lunch at your dad's football party instead. You wish it was being held at Joel's so that you could swim with him again, but your dad always was and always will be the host.

It's the politician in him that needs to be in control of every aspect of his life. Yet, he has no idea how his daughter feels about him, even though they work in the same fucking office.

You're trying to decide what you want to wear to this gathering, knowing you'd rather be casual than dressed up like you were for the barbecue. A skimpy sundress would be a temptation to Joel, but you opt for skin tight blue jeans and a sunflower-yellow crop top that both hug your feminine frame.

You’ve styled your hair down into two French braids, even going as far as to look up a YouTube tutorial to make sure you’re doing it right. The bands that sit wrapped around the ends of your hair match the team that you know Joel is rooting for. You’re really not super into sports, but you enjoy the excited atmosphere surrounding them. You wouldn’t pass up the chance to go to a game with Joel, even if you’d be slightly bored and needing to be explained the technicalities.

Sliding on your black Toms, you leave your house with your purse on your shoulder, locking the door behind you. As usual, Joel has left before you, the punctual man that he is. Sarah is with a friend for the entire weekend, meaning that you get a sneak-free two days for the first time ever. Of course you miss Sarah, but you love being alone with Joel more than anything.

Your parent’s house is packed with cars just like the barbecue, making you push the anxious energy within you out past your lips with a sigh. You park as close to Joel’s truck as you can, remembering your secret rendezvous the two of you had in there.

Stepping inside, you see almost everyone in a football jersey, some green, some red. You slip in past the unfamiliar bodies, making your way to the kitchen that is also littered with people.

You look around for Joel, not spotting him anywhere. The smell of hot wings makes your stomach growl, instantly searching for a plate to put food onto.

“Hi, y/n,” you hear an accented voice beside you.

You turn to see Harry sporting a wide grin and an emerald jersey. “Oh, hi,” you respond quietly. “My dad invited you?”

He nods. “He knows I’m a big Packers fan,” he chuckles. “Judging by your hair ties, I’d say you’re rooting for the other team.”

You laugh lightly. “Truthfully, I don’t really care. I’m here for the food.”

Harry sips from his beer bottle. “Ooo, I’m starving, but I don’t do spicy.”

Your brow quirks up. “Buffalo wings aren’t spicy.”

“They are to me! I’m from England, we don’t do spice.”

“Don’t you have curry?” you laugh.

“Yeah, but not anything spicy. It’d kill the whole country,” he chuckles.

You giggle with him, turning to get yourself a plate. “Well, there’s also pizza, unless the pepperoni is too spicy for you too.”

Harry gets beside you to grab one as well, setting his bottle down. “I should be okay,” he teases.

You feel a hand gently pulling on your arm, and you turn to see Joel with a soft smile on his handsome, bearded face. He’s wearing his crimson jersey that you can’t wait to get into tonight, and his hair is a tousled, untamed beauty.

“Hi,” you say softly, wrapping him into a quick, friendly hug. “I couldn’t find you.”

He backs away a bit after you part from the hug. “I was upstairs with your mom and dad. He was showing me the bathroom remodel.” His brown eyes look to Harry. “Who’s this?”

Harry turns with a grin, holding pizza in one hand as he outstretches the other. “I’m Harry, I work with the mayor as his speechwriter.”

Joel takes his hand, shaking it firmly. “Joel. I’m y/n’s—neighbor.”

“Oh, nice,” Harry smiles warmly as their hands part. “I’m gonna grab another beer. Would you like one, y/n?”

“Oh, uh, just a water, actually. Thanks.”

Harry walks away, leaving you and Joel standing with each other like strangers.

“He seems perfectly nice,” Joel says quietly, “and fond of you.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, he’s not being insufferable today. And fond of me? He only wants to get close to me to be even more up my dad’s ass, I bet.”

Joel chuckles, his eyes landing on yours. “As long as he’s not thinking about your ass, I don’t really care.”

“Well, I actually have this really hot boyfriend, so he’d never stand a chance anyway.”

He laughs boyishly, making you giggle with him. “Sounds like a lucky man.”

Harry returns with a frosty bottle of water, the cool plastic hitting your palm as you thank him for it. Joel leaves, your eyes following him only briefly to admire him in all his hot dad glory.

“Would you like to sit and eat with me?” Harry asks casually.

You pick your plate of wings and celery off of the counter, nodding as you walk with him to the dining room table where Harry sits around the corner of it beside you.

“You seem to hate me less today, which is nice,” he chuckles.

You laugh with him. “You’re not being pompous today, which is nice.”

Harry feigns offense. “That’s very rude coming from the mayor’s daughter.”

“I’m his daughter. That’s how I got so rude in the first place.”

Harry laughs with his head cocked back a bit, his loose brown curls moving with it. “I’m serious. I really think we got off on the wrong foot, and I just want to sincerely apologize. I shouldn’t have made that stupid joke.”

“It wasn’t just the joke, as I’ve told you. I don’t agree with you making a man lose his job.”

His brows pinch together. “I had the mayor get him a job as a judge’s stenographer. He was happy to do that for him, and the man was even happier to take the job. He still gets to write, only faster and he doesn’t have to create it.”

“How have you weaseled your way in to my dad and made him actually do something you suggested?”

Harry smirks, humor in his green eyes. “I have a way with words, darling. It’s how I got my job, and why I’ll succeed at a job like this.”

You shift at the pet name, not being overly fond of it. “And what’s your fascination with talking to me? You’ve already got my dad wrapped around your finger.”

He leans in on his elbows, getting your faces closer together. “Truthfully, I think you’re lovely. You’re absolutely stunning and have a sharp tongue; two things I admire in a woman.”

You can feel your cheeks heating involuntarily to the flattery, making you pull back a bit from him. “Thank you, Harry, but I’m—not looking to date anybody.”

He cocks his head. “Why not?”

“I’d rather focus on my career,” you lie. “I’m not interested in letting a relationship complicate my life.”

He smiles, his teeth flawlessly straight and white. “Relationships are only complicated if you make them that way. Otherwise, they’re a beautiful thing.”

“Yeah? Then why are you single?” you arch a brow as you smirk.

Harry guffaws, pushing a hand through his hair. “Well, I’ll tell you only if you tell me something about you as well.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. What do you want to know?”

“I’d like to know why your neighbor is so protective of you,” he points with his head to the left.

You turn to see Joel leaning against a wall in the living room, staring at you with a scowl fixed onto his face. You’d laugh out loud if you weren’t terrified of making things glaringly obvious that you and Joel are dating.

Your eyes meet Harry’s again. “He’s my dad’s best friend, so he’s a bit like a watch dog.”

Harry raises his brows as he chuckles. “Best friend and neighbor. Coincidental?”

“Oh, yeah. I had no idea he lived next door when I moved in a little over a month ago. Of course I’d been to his house, but not for a while. I just kind of forgot.”

He smiles. “I think it’s charming that he’s worried about you. That only means I’m something to worry about.”

“I’ll reassure him that you’re not,” you laugh, making Harry laugh with you. “Now, tell me why you’re single. Is it because they couldn’t handle your inflated ego?”

His laughter fades into a gentle smile. “No. She cheated on me, actually. We were together for three years. To be completely honest, I wanted to marry her.”

The humor on your lips fades as your eyes soften with sympathy. “I’m so sorry, Harry. That’s—devastating.”

He shrugs. “Didn’t prevent me from trying again. I love love.”

“Maybe you aren’t so bad,” you smile, “but I still meant what I said. I’m really not looking right now.”

“Jesus, y/n, I’m not going to force you on a date with me,” he giggles. “I can handle rejection. I’m a big boy.”

Your phone vibrates from your back pocket, and you pull it out to see a text from Joel.

Joel

3:00pm

Upstairs bathroom.

You swallow thickly, tucking your phone back into your jeans as you finish your bottle of water. “Would you mind grabbing me another bottle while I run to the bathroom?”

Harry smiles warmly. “Of course not.”

“Thanks,” you beam back, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice.

From the way Joel was peering at you, he looked as if he wanted to wring Harry’s neck, then yours next. You know he’d never actually do anything to hurt you, but the thought of him being angry with you terrifies you. All you want to do is make him happy, but he’s clearly not right now.

Making your way up the stairs, you check behind you to make there’s nobody watching or following you, and you slip into the large master bathroom, seeing Joel leaning against the counter, facing the mirror.

You lock the door behind yourself. “Are you okay?” you ask, unable to disguise the shakiness in your question.

Joel spins around with his hands outstretched towards you, pulling you against him as his mouth crashes to yours. His tongue is quick and neat as it rolls in your mouth, making your heart pound in your chest.

“You enjoying your time with Harry?” he asks gruffly as he begins to unbutton your jeans.

“Joel, I—”

He grips your face, making your lips squeeze together. “Is that my name, sweet girl?”

You shake your head, eyes blown wide with confusion and arousal.

“Start that sentence again for me.” He releases your face, pushing your panties down to rest around your thighs.

“Daddy, I’d rather talk to you,” you say quietly, watching as he frees himself from the confines of his jeans and boxers.

Joel spins you around, bending you over the counter. “Yeah? You seem to be perfectly content with him.”

You pull your lips in as he runs his firm tip through your soaking folds. “No!” you protest, “I’m not content with him.”

He continues to tease you, rubbing your button of nerves with his slick head. “Then why the fuck are you laughing so much?”

“Please,” you shudder, “stop teasing me.”

“Do you think I like watching you talk to him?” He gives you a rough smack to your ass cheek, making you yelp. “He wants to fuck you. I can tell by the way he looks at you. Is that what you want? You want to fuck him instead?”

“No!” you shout, shaking your head as you gaze at him through the mirror. “Only want you, daddy.”

Joel’s brows are furrowed as he slams into you from the back, making you cry out from the pain that twists with pleasure. You’ll never get used to the stretch of him, but you’ll always love it every damn time.

He keeps a hand on your hip to crash into you roughly, as the other rubs your dewy clit, making your eyebrows ruffle from the stimulation.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan. “Yes, please. Feel so good.”

“You’re mine, y/n, you hear me?” he asks between ragged breaths. “This cunt is mine.”

With a deep, painful thrust you groan, whimpering. “Yes, it’s yours.”

“You think anybody else could fuck you this good?” he grunts into you, bruising your hip.

Your thighs shake, your orgasm quickly approaching. “No!” you cry. “Nobody could.”

His fingers leave you, making you whimper and whine. Joel grabs your braids, gathering them into his palm like reins, forcing your head up to look at your fucked out reflection.

“Watch me fuck you,” he pants, his eyes squeezing shut briefly. “Look at what a whore you are for my cock.”

The degrading name makes you clench around him, moaning loudly as you watch your face twist in the mirror.

“Ooo,” he coos, “feel you tightening on me. You like being called a whore, baby?”

“Yes!” you admit, your cheeks reddening. “I love it.”

“God, you’re fucking soaking me. All because I let you know what a cock slut you are?�� Joel chuckles darkly. “My girl is a fucking cock slut.”

You groan loudly, clenching on him again from everything he’s saying. He knows what calling you his girl does to you, and he’s using it at the most torturous time.

“Daddy,” you whimper, tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes, “please let me cum.”

His pace is relentless, pushing into you quickly and harshly. “No,” he groans. “Gonna make you wait until I get you home. Want you to be just as fucking uncomfortable as I am watching you get eye-fucked by that British pretty boy.”

“Please,” you beg, watching your tears of desperation slide down your cheeks.

Joel groans, tilting his head back as he releases your braids, quickly withdrawing from you. “Get on your knees, baby.”

You’re instantly doing as he says, turning to him and wrapping your lips around his reddened, furious cock. He moans, gripping the back of your head as you take him as deep into your throat as you can, swirling your tongue on his shaft.

“Jesus fuck, y/n,” he peers down at you. “Doing such a good job sucking me. Wanna cum in that pretty little mouth.”

You moan as you nod your head, completely having checked out of your brain. The only thought is Joel and pleasing him, absolutely nothing else. You bob your head quickly, his cock tasting of you and him combined, making your entrance squeeze around absolutely nothing.

Joel cries out, taking your head and shoving it down onto his length until you’re coughing, feeling his release coating the back of your throat. Your hands are on his thighs, nails digging in to the soft skin as you wait to breathe again.

He pulls you off of him, a loud gasp coming from you as you pant, swallowing everything he left in your mouth. There’s a mixture of your spit, arousal, and tears on your chin, your nose sniffling as you watch Joel grab a roll of toilet paper.

Your eyes are still watering, your nose running from having him stuffed so far down your throat. Joel adjusts himself back into his jeans, getting onto his knees in front of you on the tile floor with the bathroom tissue.

He takes a few pieces of the thick paper, folding them on top of each other as he wipes your chin, his other hand cupping your face.

His thumb strokes your cheek. “You okay, baby?” he asks softly.

You nod, completely forgetting how to form a sentence.

Joel gathers more toilet paper, pressing the soft tissue below your leaking eyes, giving you a small, fond smile. “You did so good. That’s the first time you took all of me down your throat, hm?”

You nod again, resulting in a chuckle from Joel.

“Here, let me help you up.” Joel wraps his arms around your limp torso, guiding you upwards and leaning you against the bathroom counter.

He bends down slightly to pull up your panties, followed by your jeans. His hands adjust your crop top that somehow got flipped up a few times during everything. Joel wraps you into a sweet embrace that you fall into, clinging onto him.

“I’m not a jealous man, you know,” he says quietly. “But seeing you talk to Harry made me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

“I’m not interested in him,” you reply weakly, your throat completely wrecked. “Only you.”

Joel pulls away, tilting your chin up to gaze into your eyes. “I know,” his mouth hardens, “but he’s so much younger. And god, you didn’t tell me he looked like a fucking model.”

You giggle, peering at him through your lashes. “I don’t care what he looks like. I already told him I’m not looking.”

He cocks his head. “Did he ask you out?”

You shrug. “Kinda, yeah.”

Joel’s body stiffens. “Am I stupid for wanting to go down there and punch him in the face?”

“Joel,” you chuckle with a scold, “not stupid, but it’s unnecessary. I don’t care what he looks like. You are the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and I mean that.”

He kisses you gently on the lips. “You’re so good to me, y/n.” His nose traces down yours. “You still wet for me, baby?”

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly. “Uncomfortably.”

“Good. I’ll take care of you when we leave. You spending the night tonight?”

“If I ever answer no to that question, just assume I’ve been kidnapped and replaced with a stupid clone.”

Joel laughs loudly, giving you a soft, sweet kiss. How can he be so gentle after being so incredibly rough? You don’t care. All you can think about is the unsatisfied arousal between your thighs.

You head downstairs first, seeing Harry sitting at the table with the unopened bottle of water for you beside him.

You sit down with a slight wince, giving him an apologetic smile. “Hey, I’m sorry. I got a phone call.”

He beams wide. “I thought you just decided to not come back.”

“No,” you chuckle. “Just talking to a friend who needed me.”

“Are they okay?” he asks gently.

You nod. “Yes. Thank you.”

A little later, the game has started and you’re sitting beside a tipsy Harry. Joel is resting across the room from you, making you squirm under his constant alluring gaze. You’ve done nothing but perch uncomfortably since he left you a weeping mess between your thighs. You truly love when Joel is possessive like that, but you need your relief before you completely lose your mind.

Somebody scores a point, everyone in green cheering loudly, including Harry.

He smiles down at you, patting your leg quickly. “Thanks for hanging out with me, y/n. Nobody else here knows me, and your dad is rather distracted,” he gestures to the man in the red jersey who hasn’t said a word to you since you got here.

“As I said, you’re not as bad as you seemed.” You narrow your gaze at your father. “He’s always distracted with something.”

“Bad relationship?” he asks bluntly.

Your brows raise with surprise. “Oh, um—”

“Forgive me,” he shakes his head, “I’ve had a bit to drink, I don’t mean to pry.”

You giggle. “It’s fine, Harry. Truthfully, yes. He never talks to me and always puts his job first. He always has.”

“That’s shit,” he shakes his head. “I haven’t seen my dad in years, so I get where you’re coming from.” Harry’s glassy eyes meet yours. “You deserve better.”

Your heart twists, sending a pang of sadness throughout your chest, running up to your eyes. “I’ve given up trying to be in his life. He clearly doesn’t want me.”

Harry grips your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss against your knuckles. “No, darling. He’s just—a stupid man. He doesn’t deserve you to be his daughter.”

A tear slides down your reddened cheek, quickly swiping it away with your finger. “God, Harry. You didn’t have to make me cry,” you tease.

He chuckles. “I’m sorry. I just feel like you don’t know your worth, and you should. You’re very bright, you’re funny, kind, charming,” he licks his lips drunkenly, “lovely.”

“You’re very sweet, Harry. Thank you,” you say gently, patting the top of his hand that holds yours. You eye his left arm that’s riddled with black ink. “You’ve got a lot of those.”

He laughs. “Little over sixty.”

“Yeah?” you ask, surprised. “All on your arm?”

Harry shakes his head, lifting up his jersey to reveal a large butterfly on his toned abdomen. There are leaves on his pelvis, and mirrored swallows on his collar bone, as well as several others.

“Wow,” you reply with shock. “They’re nice.”

He drops his shirt, giving you a large smile. “And what about you?”

“God, no. At least not yet, anyway. Maybe one day.”

“Scared of needles?” he asks playfully, gently shoving you with his shoulder.

You laugh, pushing him back. “Only a little bit! I’d still get one, just haven’t landed on anything I like.”

“You have a good relationship with your mum? Get her initial or something. I’ve got my sister’s on my shoulder.”

Your eyes soften, admiring him. “That’s beautiful, Harry. I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“That’s because this is the first conversation you’ve had with me where you didn’t completely hate me.”

You laugh loudly, shaking your head. “Maybe if you acted this way all the time, I wouldn’t hate you.”

“Now I know not to make jokes,” he chuckles. “Or find someone a job better suited for them.”

You roll your eyes back, smirking. “God, shut up.”

“Would you like another water?” he gestures to your empty bottle.

“I can get it,” you laugh. “Thank you. Do you want another beer? Or should you hold off?”

“Fuck holding off. My team is winning!” he shouts, making you giggle.

You stand up, walking into the kitchen and bending down into the cold fridge, adoring the difference in temperature. It’s so hot being in the living room that’s jam packed with bodies that are all worked up and full of testosterone.

“Hey, I’m gonna take off,” you hear from behind you.

You turn to see Joel whose eyes are gentle but his body is stiff. “Already? The game isn’t over yet.”

He clutches his stomach a bit. “Yeah, I’m just not feeling too great right now. I think I’m getting sick.”

“Oh, no,” you frown, going to throw your arms around his neck but he stops you.

“Probably best if you don’t. Be bad if someone saw, right?” His voice lacks emotion, and you’re wondering why he’s acting this way.

Your eyes narrow a bit, backing away from him. “This is because of Harry, isn’t it?”

Joel is quiet for a minute, gazing at you with harsh brown eyes. “I don’t want to get into it right now.”

“So, you’re not actually sick. You’re just jealous and lying to me.”

His mouth hardens into a thin line. “Enough, y/n.”

“No,” you protest. “Did we not just establish that I’m yours and that Harry means nothing?” you keep your voice quiet.

“You’re enjoying his company. It’s not hard to see.”

“Am I not allowed to? He’s nice.”

“I thought you hated him,” he snaps back.

Your brows crease with ire. “I think I misjudged him. But even so, I’ve already told him where I stand, which is unavailable.”

“You looked so unavailable when you were drooling over his body,” he says with acid dripping from his words. “Or when he kissed your hand. Jesus, y/n, why don’t you just admit that he’s a better fit for you than I am? He’s better looking, younger, in better shape—”

Without thinking for more than a moment, you lean forward, pulling Joel in for a passionate, firm kiss, fitting your hands into his thick hair.

“You,” you whisper, “all I want is you.”

Joel sighs, pressing his forehead against yours. “But I’m right, y/n. And you know I am.”

“You’re wrong,” you say softly. “You’ve never been more wrong about anything.”

He pulls away, his demeanor having softened. “Answer me this honestly,” he begins, his eyes on yours, “do you think he’s attractive?”

You swallow, not wanting to lie, and also not wanting to hurt his feelings, but you need to tell the truth. “Yes.”

Joel sighs. “Do you want him?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m completely yours.”

He gives you a gentle smile. “You’re my girl?”

Your body liquifies, your thighs pressing together as your bottom lip tucks behind your teeth. “Yes, I am.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve never felt more insecure in my life than I do right now, seeing you with him.”

“Baby,” your voice coos, “you don’t have to be insecure. I’m crazy about you.”

Joel looks to his side, seemingly checking to see if anyone is there. “Do you wanna leave with me?”

You smile, nodding. “Definitely.”

The two of you leave the kitchen, a beer bottle in your hand for Harry. You place yourself beside him, handing him the drink before you open your mouth to speak.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna head home,” you say to him as you lean in. “I’m bored.”

Harry’s face falls with disappointment. “What, really? You’re my only friend here.”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Talk to my dad. I’m sure he’d love to have some sort of rivalry conversation if you just approached him.”

He gives you a gentle smile. “Could you at least let me know you got home safely?”

“How would I do that? Send you a pigeon?” you jest.

“It’s not against company policy if I have your number, is it?” he beams proudly.

You roll your eyes. “Fine. I’ll give it to you verbally, and if you don’t remember it, that’s on you.”

You quickly roll out your number, Harry only smiling at you as you do. You know that there’s no way in hell he’ll remember, especially being so drunk.

“I won’t forget it,” he smiles. “Bye, y/n.”

“Bye, Harry.”

You find your mom, haven’t having more than a single conversation with her this entire time. She’s been so busy with your dad and making sure everyone is happy, that you’ve hardly seen her.

“I’m leaving, mom,” you say to the beautiful woman in the red jersey.

“Aw, so soon? It’s not even halftime yet.” She hugs you.

“Yeah, I’m just bored. I’m gonna head home and clean a little bit or something.”

“Okay, well, I love you,” she smiles warmly.

“I love you too, mom.”

You leave the house, not bothering to say goodbye to your dad who is surrounded by people all intently watching the game. Harry remains on the couch, giving you a casual wave as you step out of the front door, being greeted outside by the thick wall of heat that encompasses your entire being.

Breaking into a near-instant sweat, you make your way to your car, instantly blasting the A/C as you settle into the driver’s seat. Your phone buzzes from your back pocket, making you lift your hips to retrieve it.

Unknown

5:35pm

Told you I wouldn’t forget

You laugh, rolling your eyes as you type back a response.

5:36pm

I’m sorry, who is this? Is this the man who has their nose up my father’s ass?

Harry

5:37pm

Is that what I’m smelling?

You giggle, locking your phone and moving out of the grass, heading straight for Joel’s house.

When you pull up, you see that he’s stepping out of his truck, giving you a large grin as he walks to your driver’s side door. He swings it open for you as you cut off your engine, greeting him with a soft peck on the lips.

“You still want me?” he asks with that low tone that you’ve become very familiar with.

“Yes, daddy.”

Joel’s jaw flexes beneath your fingertips, making you bat your lashes innocently at him. He grabs your hand and leads you to his front door, quickly unlocking it with one hand as he pushes the door open. Joel moves both of you inside, slamming the front door behind himself. He’s practically dragging you to his bedroom, your excitement coming out in a small giggle.

Joel pushes you onto your back on the mattress, your body bouncing up slightly from the force.

“I think it’s your turn to cum, don’t you?” he asks with a smirk as he climbs on top of you.

You nod fervently. “Yes, please.”

Joel hooks his large, rough hands into the sides of your jeans and panties, yanking them down aggressively as he admires where you’re quivering for him. He slows down a bit, pulling off your shoes one at a time before completely sliding your bottoms off.

You lay there in only your shirt and bra, your heart pounding from excitement and arousal. Joel rests on the bed between your legs, his arms coming up to hook around the top of your thighs.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he kisses your inner thigh. “This perfect cunt is all for me, hmm?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Yes.”

Joel places a soft lick against your clit, making your hips jolt up. “Always taste so sweet, too.”

Your brows pinch together. “Please.”

“Shh,” he coos, “don’t beg, pretty girl. I’ll take care of you.”

The tip of his tongue grazes you gently once again, but immediately ceases, making you whimper with frustration.

“Daddy, please,” you beg, your chest heaving. “I can’t take it.”

“You can take plenty,” he teases. “Swallow me whole every time I’m inside, don’t you?”

Your mind and body are on fire, every single nerve on high alert, making every breath against you cause a shiver to shoot down your spine.

“Please,” your voice breaks. “Please.”

Joel runs another short-lived swipe of his tongue up your slit, making a drop of desperation fall from the corner of your eye.

“Just want you to feel as frustrated as I did all afternoon,” he says gruffly, another quick flick of his tongue making your back arch. “Are you frustrated, baby?”

“Yes!” you shout, panting. “Please, daddy, I’m so good for you. Please. I’ll do anything you ask.”

He chuckles, moving a hand up to lightly press his fingers between your slit. “You’re a mess, y/n.” He eases one finger into you, your mouth hanging open as your head tilts back. “Hear how wet you are? All because I’m not giving you what you want right away.”

His finger stills inside of you, your entrance clamping down on it, desperate for more. “Daddy, please!”

“You’ve been so spoiled by my cock, that now you beg if I’m not inside of you within a few minutes.” Joel laughs as he flicks his tongue on you, swirling it a few times before pulling away. “You’ve become such a slut, baby.”

“Yes,” you groan. “I’m your slut, daddy.”

He moans. “Yes you are, sweet girl.” He pushes in another finger, your walls tightening up instantly.

“Please, you’re torturing me,” you whimper, your hips moving to gain any sort of relief. “I can’t—”

Cutting off your whining, Joel connects his tongue to your clit, making you cry out loudly, gripping his hair tightly in your hand. His licks are quick and relentless, making you curse into your incessant moans. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling the tips to hit that beautiful spot inside of you that makes you crumble.

Your breathing is frantic, and your hands cradle his head, your nails scratching at his scalp as you feel your orgasm sprinting towards the finish line. A blinding feeling washes over you, your release spraying out of you like it never has before.

Joel groans into you, his tongue and fingers not ceasing their perfect dance together, until your ride has come to an end. He pulls away, chuckling as he sits up onto his knees.

You pant as you gaze at him, his beard slick with your orgasm, and so is the collar of his jersey.

“You made a mess,” he says with a proud grin. “You ever cum like that before?”

You shake your head frantically, embarrassment washing over you. “I-I’m sorry.”

Joel scoffs, unbuckling his pants as he slides them down just enough for his erection to spring free. “Don’t ever apologize for squirting on me.”

He crashes into you with a firm thrust, making you scream out his name, your hands digging at the fabric of the jersey.

“Joel!” you scream. “Fuck, daddy, please.”

Joel leans down and places a firm kiss onto your lips and you groan, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.

“Perfect,” he grunts between firm thrusts, “you’re fucking perfect.”

His hand is on your overwhelmed button, rubbing you in quick, small circles that has you screaming out even more. You can feel that same intense feeling consuming you as it did before, and you’re not even sure how to hold it in.

“I’m gonna cum again,” your voice breaks. “I don’t want to, baby, please, I’m embarrassed.”

Joel buries himself in deep, giving you an angry grunt as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “Squirt on my fucking cock, y/n. Give me what’s mine.”

Your body instantly responds to him, crying out loudly as you feel yourself spraying onto his length. The feeling is so intense it has your eyes watering and your thighs shaking intensely, your legs turning to jello.

“Fuck,” he curses, pushing himself in roughly to the hilt as he throbs, his warm orgasm filling you deeply.

The sounds he makes in your ear causes your walls to clench, making his body shudder slightly above you. Joel leans up from your shoulder, giving you a soft, deep kiss on your lips.

“You okay, baby?” he asks with himself still inside of you.

You nod, your entire body shaking. “It was s-so much.”

He kisses you again. “And you did so good.” He rubs the tip of his perfect nose along yours. “Never had a woman squirt for me before.”

“God, it’s so embarrassing.” You can feel your cheeks reddening just talking about it.

“No,” he says gently, letting out a small chuckle. “I loved it. Don’t be embarrassed about how good I make you feel.” He slowly withdraws with a slight moan.

Your body turns to face his that’s laying beside you. “But you’ll have to wash everything now.”

Joel pulls you in with his hand on your face. “Then I’ll wash everything.” His lips peck the tip of your nose. “You don’t ever have to be embarrassed around me, baby. I’ll never judge you, especially not for the way you cum.”

You giggle, letting out a small sigh. “At least let me help you wash them.”

Joel laughs, nodding. “Fine.”

The two of you walk naked across the house, your arms wrapped around Joel’s midsection from the back as he carries his bedding to the laundry room. You place feathery light kisses on his back between his shoulder blades, making him giggle.

“What’re you doing back there?” he turns his head slightly as he loads the washer.

“Admiring my hot boyfriend,” you laugh, subtly dragging your teeth across his skin. “I love your body.”

He chuckles, adding detergent to the bedding as well as his jersey. “Please,” he scoffs. “I know you said dad bods are hot, but this one isn’t.”

Your hands rub his stomach, admiring the light sprinkling of hair as well as the softness of it. “Dad bods are my favorite. And yours is number one.”

Joel closes the washer, turning. “Oh, yeah? And who’s second?”

You shrug. “There’s no competition.”

He shifts, his arms around your waist as your body presses to his. “Not even with Harry?”

“Not even Harry.”

“God, I’m sorry I’m so insecure. You’ve made me this way.”

Your brows furrow as you frown. “I’ve made you insecure?”

“No, you’re amazing. Just being with you makes me insecure, I guess. You’re so much younger and prettier. You could have guys like Harry who are fucking perfect and yet you choose me. I just don’t get it.”

“Because I love you, Joel.” Your eyes blow wide at what just escaped your lips. “I mean, I—”

His tense body softens, taking your lips against his with a gentle fervor that causes emotion to run to your eyes. “I love you too, y/n. I don’t care if it’s fast, or if I’m stupid for saying it. I love you. I’m crazy about you, and I want to be yours forever.”

You gaze up at him with your eyes bleary, his palm cupping your face. “I want that, too.”

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boxboxlewis · 1 year

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Everybody wants to touch George after he wins his first Grand Prix. Hands clasping him, lifting him up, hands on his back and his shoulders and his arse: he gets more physically intimate with the guys in the Mercedes garage, in those heady post-race moments, than some of the people he’s dated. Half of the guys he only has their names memorised because he’s watched Lewis, how Lewis remembers everybody and how many kids they have and what their hobbies are. Now he knows them in a more animal way, body to body. Victor to acolyte.

The one person George most wants to touch doesn’t hang around, obviously, for the interviews and the podium celebration and the big Mercedes team picture. George sends a text when he’s finally leaving the paddock, champagne-sticky and wrung-out and tired and buzzing, but tells himself it’s fine if he doesn’t get an answer. Alex is probably already asleep.

You up, mate?

The flutter he feels in his chest when he sees Alex is typing a reply doesn’t bear thinking about. Why mr russell, is this a booty call lol Alex writes. Also yes, obviously. At the hotel. A second later he adds Thrilled for you mate well done, followed by an array of trophy and champagne emojis. George stares at the messages for a moment; doesn’t let himself screenshot them, but wants to.

Lewis told him once that the secret to sexting is not to hesitate, which was extremely embarrassing at the time (George had been texting Alex, and yes maybe he was staring at his phone as if the perfect reply might appear there for him if he only gave it long enough, but he wasn’t sexting—“I can tell you’re sexting, man, you’re blushing,” Lewis had said) but is perhaps useful advice for the current circumstances. George and Alex hook up sometimes, and it’s not really an established thing yet, but “is this a booty call lol” is surely an invitation of a kind, right? It’s a door propped open, a light left on. Plus neither of their girlfriends is in São Paulo, and George just won a fucking Grand Prix, so.

Cheers mate, he writes, and then, with more confidence than he feels, Absolutely a booty call, yeah. You want to come to mine?

The time before Alex replies is agony. George forces himself not to text again, not to apologise and turn the whole thing into a joke.

Lol fine but you’d better shower I bet you’re disgusting rn Alex says, eventually. George feels lightheaded, feels ebullient. He writes back Haha no worries def getting in the shower as soon as I get to the hotel 🤪, adds the hotel name and his room number, and shoves his phone into his pocket. When the taxi gets to the hotel he sees Alex has replied Genuinely I’m confiscating your emoji keyboard, and then, Be there in thirty.

The sex is—

It’s always good, with Alex. Better than George thought sex could be, honestly. It’s as if his body and Alex’s body know each other and know exactly what to do, so George can relax and enjoy things instead of overthinking them: Alex braced over him, how good the taut muscles of his arms look, how he brackets George into a small safe space that’s somehow its own entire world. The feel of him inside George, huge and electric. The way his face looks when he’s trying not to come; the stuttering gasp he lets out when he finally does.

Yes, the sex being so good is what fucks it, probably: what makes it seem like George can just say what he's thinking, without trying to refine it or make it palatable first. Alex is petting his hair, and George has had maybe the best orgasm of his life, and he’s a Grand Prix winner, now. He says, “It won’t change anything, you know.”

Alex’s hand goes still for a moment and then resumes. “What won’t change anything, Georgie?”

“My—you know,” George says, feeling oddly embarrassed. “Because I. Winning, I mean.”

“Mmm, well. Why would it.” Alex sounds amused, but amused in the way George hates: amused at George. “Worried you’re too good for me, now you’re Mr Sunday?”

“No, that’s not—”

“Sorry, I only take dick from guys who score points, is that the vibe?”

“Alex, stop it,” George says. Alex doesn’t.

“It doesn’t actually bother me, that you’re on a top team and I’m with fucking Williams,” he says, “obviously winning races is going to be part of that, I don’t—you’re very immature, sometimes, Russell, did you know that?”

“I wasn’t,” George says. “I didn’t—Alex, please—”

“You’ve always been a bit like this, though, haven’t you?” Alex says. “Even when we were in karting, you always—you’re not better, just because you win. It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter.”

George’s chest feels as if it’s been hollowed out and filled with acid, which isn’t a simile: that is simply the only way to describe it. If he put a hand to his own sternum, he wouldn’t be surprised if it came away burned. “Look,” he says, trying to sound reasonable and calm and like someone Alex will want to continue having sex with. “Let’s just—let’s just forget I said anything, ok?”

“All right, George,” Alex says, and if he sounds sceptical and aloof, well. At least he’s still stroking George’s hair.

ty to @janinaduszejko for looking this over! we reckon george and alex probably don't make it in the short term in this universe, but maybe get back together in ten years' time after geroge's tragic divorce and resultant Slut Era

#galex #post-interlagos #there is simply no way george isnt being high key insufferable to his friends and loved ones now he's won a race #gr63 #aa23 #my fic

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Hi! I was reading your “movies” fic and it was soooo good! I had actually been listening to the album a couple days ago and was thinking how good a bestfriend!Steve Harrington fic would be based on the song “Yours”. Like maybe they’re best friends and reader has always had feelings for him and Steve never notices. So she has to watch him date and break up with Nancy and is always there for him whenever he’s going through something. She has to watch him constantly date around when all she’s ever wanted was for him to see her the same way… omg it’d be like super angsty, maybe end it with them ending the friendship or getting together even though the song doesn’t end that way !

Hi thank you soo much!

yours - steve harrington

Here's your bestfriend!steve, hope you'll like it

Wordcount: 3,2k more or less

Category: angsty angst 🤪

There might be some mistakes since I’m writing on the phone and dont have the access to my laptop rn but i will correct them soon!

Enjoy!

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The smell of strawberries filled your nose as you started zoning out. Suddenly your head was full of flashbacks from childhood days. Your best friend, Steve, was almost in every one of them. He was always around, because you were neighbors. Every up and down, he stood by your side. He was there when your first tooth fell out, when you learnt how to ride a bike, when you got your first A and when you got your first D. There was always a spark of fear inside you that everything will change when you go to high school. He got popular very quickly, with the reputation of being a womanizer. You cared about him a lot and during the years of education you sacrificed many friendships just to save the one with him. Scared that he will find better, funnier and more popular classmates to spend time with, you made sure that no one will come between you and Steve. The same couldn't be told about him, but even though he had larger group of friends, you still were his favorite. You weren't bossy or obsessed with him, just afraid of what might happen if he left you.

When he made more friends you just kept quiet and tried to befriend them too, but spending time with him only was your priority. He couldn't understand your point of view, because he was much more of an extrovert than you. He loved to be surrounded by people and liked larger companies than spending time with just you. It was hard to reach an understanding, but both of you willed to work out on this problem. There were certain days and events when he made you accompany him and his mates, but also days when the two of you were having fun just by yourselves. And today it was the prior one.

"What are you thinking about?" Steve asked you out of nowhere, having his arm around Nancy on the opposite side of the table.

The two of them were going on and off for a couple of months and you were sick of this situation. You liked Nancy, she was a good listener and included you sometimes when she was spending time with Steve. But you also saw how she gazed at Jonathan and wasn't focusing on your friend. It hurt, since you knew how serious Steve was treating her. Once, when he stayed up all night with you, he revealed to you his future plans, Nance, and the kids beside him. It sounded insane to you, but as a good friend, you approved this idea adding that you would try to be the best aunt possible.

"Regular stuff. What I have to do when I come back home, you know." You replied, sipping the milkshake.

"Actually, that reminds me that I have something to do with Jonathan. See you later?" Nancy got up and wanted to walk out of the bar, but Steve grabbed her hand.

"I think we have something to talk about." He said, sounding a bit angry.

You weren't sure what to do, leave them alone or just sit there patiently? But the two of them went out of the bar, and out of your sight to speak in private. You didn't know what was going on and waiting for Steve to come back seemed to get longer and longer. Staring at the clock on the wall certainly didn't help and you got bored easily. The waiter stared at you curiously, probably waiting for the payment but Steve said that the milkshakes are on him, and now he wasn't there and you started to get nervous because you didn't bring any money with you.

"Sorry it took so long." Your friend appeared out of nowhere, sipping his milkshake as if nothing happened.

"Well..." You started, waiting for his explanation.

"Well what? The fact is, I'm single now. And I'm okay, thanks for asking. No more Nancy for me, I saw her with Jonathan last week."

Your head exploded from getting this information. Hearing this made you almost sure that Steve won't come back to her so quickly and that maybe it's the perfect time to slowly reveal your feelings towards him.

The truth is, you have fallen in love with him when you were younger, an innocent childhood crush slowly turned into one-sided love. You were having internal battles with yourself for years now, wondering if your feelings were wrong, because he was like a brother for you all the time. Was it right to fall in love with a friend? Or did you do it just because you were bored and he was the only boy who actually wanted to spend time with you and listened to you? You had so many questions that haven't been answered yet. But since things with Nance started to look worse and worse, you were getting prepared to finally talk to him about your feelings. Of course, now wasn't perfect, since he was single for only a couple of minutes, but you had to change your mindset — you have to wear your heart on your sleeve, or he will finally meet the woman of his life and all your chances will be lost. You can do it. What could possibly go wrong? Losing your best, one and only friend, with whom you spend all your life together and who is the only person that you talk to in school? No big deal, right? Right?

"By the way, as I was entering the bar, this hot chick asked me on a date. I'm the embodiment of the magnet, clearly. But no wonder she asked me, I mean who would want to miss the opportunity to date me? No one. And I need a rebound after this shitshow with Nancy that somehow existed for way too long. I've been blind. From now on, your Steve will be wearing glasses 24/7. No more blindness from this guy." He pointed his knuckles at himself while letting his sunglasses fall from his head right on his nose.

The player that you knew was finally back, and it broke your heart a little, afraid that there will never be a chance for you to talk with him honestly. On the other hand, did you really need to express your emotions? Being friends with him was fine. A bumpy road, to be precise, because sometimes you were hurt, and the other times you were the happiest girl on earth. But in the end, it's better than nothing. And there's no chance he would admit that he might love you back. I mean look at him, look at me. We're opposites. Steve likes his girls confident, which sadly you were not. Maybe having him as a friend would have more perks, and be more steady. Maybe you should wait til he's like 30 or something, and then if you are both single, ask him to marry you just not to grow old alone? It seemed like a decent plan. And you've heard about that theory, the rebound theory, that in Steve's case was right. After breaking up, he needed to have a date with a girl whose role would be a consolation prize. So maybe you should wait after things with what's her name will be over? Hopefully this time you are right.

"Great, so when's the date?" You asked, putting your fake smile on.

"We're going out tomorrow. I'm in desperate need to have fun, and then to think things through. About my future, you know. But first a date with... wait I remember her name...Mary! Yes!"

"Good luck with that. Make sure not to forget her name while talking to her. By the way, could you drive me home now? We've finished our milkshakes and I have some duties back there."

"Of course, sun. See you in two days. I can't be mourning my relationship alone, can I? Will you bake that special cake you always bake to cheer me up? I would love to eat that one with you. Soo?"

You couldn't say no to these puppy eyes. So the day after, while he probably was kissing another girl at the cinema or at the park, you tried to keep your mind busy by making a whole feast for the next day. It was great. The day has passed so quickly thanks to your tiredness after baking for the whole day. You did not only bake a cake but also cookies and got everything prepared for potential dinner before eating the dessert. Being in the kitchen for that many hours made you fall asleep easily, ready to face the next day with Steve.

For a second, during the day, you had hoped that he might call after the date to tell you how it went and mock some awkward situations that happened, but at 10 pm you officially gave up and went to sleep. Sure, you fell asleep quickly, without having the chance to overthink Steve’s date, but your subconscious mind made sure to have weird dreams about it. You saw a happy couple, now more vivid, as you were approaching them like a ghost. It was Steve and the girl of his dreams. Having fun, dancing on the field full of flowers, taking about ideal future. And then suddenly you saw yourself as you argue with him and slowly become non existent part in his life. Watching him from afar, spending the whole life in loneliness. Will it really look like that? These scary thoughts woke you up, still tired and confused about what was happening.

You looked at the clock, positive that it’s the middle of the night and you still have time to get some rest, but unfortunately it was noon, meaning you have less time to prepare the dinner than you have originally planned. You stood up frantically, trying to dress up and brush your hair at the same time. Still feeling dizzy after sleeping, you almost stumbled upon the corner of the rug which would make you fall. Looking probably like shit, you stormed into the kitchen to rush before your friend comes.

“Oh my, what’s the rush? Is it the national holiday today?” Your mother appeared out of nowhere - at least you thought so, but she was sitting down beside the table, reading her magazine and you just didn’t notice.

“Steve’s coming in an hour or so and I promised I would make us a feast.” You explained quickly, grabbing the ingredients from the fridge.

“Well if he wants a feast then he should at least help you with cooking. You’re not a restaurant or a catering company for some party. Wait til he comes and I will teach him a lesson.” She replied confidently.

“No mom you don’t understand. He finally broke up with Nancy. I need to cheer him up, with dinner and his favourite cake.

“Good for him, good for him. But actually I do understand. I think you’re still doing a little too much than a friend would do. Come on, cooking for the whole day and then waking up the next day, having your t-shirt on the wrong side and half of the hair brushed, but already continuing the mess in the kitchen? I’d say you’re a wife. The kind of wife that her job is being a wife, staying at home, taking care of the kids, cleaning and cooking all day because that’s what you do. Don’t you think it’s crazy? I sometimes think that you are obsessed with him, I swear, from what I’m seeing, he’s the only person you’re talking to and spending time with. Get a life, girl.”

She finished her monologue like she always did, reminding you that she is an extrovert too and wants you to have more fun during the teenage years than she managed to have. But it wasn’t that easy.

After receiving silence and glares from you she added: “But honestly, he’s quite a catch. And he has money. Maybe I shouldn’t stop you, maybe it was your plan from the beginning to chase him and make him fall in love with you so you would inherit some goods, that’s smart.” She made a joke and you chuckled a little, only then to realize what you might look like in others’ eyes.

The girl who is quiet, everyone barely knows her, but they remember her as being Steve’s „plus one” in almost everything, everywhere. Maybe it looked like chasing him and not giving the air to breathe? Maybe you looked like a lost puppy or a kid that he had to hold your hand and lead you through life. You wished it didn’t look like that. After all, Steve wasn’t complaining. At least to you.

“Mom, do I look like I’m glued to him?” You asked, afraid of her her response.

“I think people know that you both come in a package. No one could split you, even if then tried. But it’s good, and hey, you are beside him since childhood, it’s not like you appeared next to him when he became popular. It’s okay honey. I was just joking. I’m glad you have a friend. But I won’t complain if someday you marry him. Just so you know.”

She patted your shoulder with a smile and left the kitchen. Her words made you feel a bit better, and what the whole school was thinking didn’t matter, because they didn’t know you and you didn’t know them too, so why would you care what they gossip about?

Everything was ready when your friend chimed in through the kitchen door.

“Guess what?” He asked and you were afraid that he will tell that the date went amazing. “You didn’t answer the call yesterday! I called to tell you all the details, but your mother said that you were sleeping. Liar!” He laughed.

“I really did sleep. Yesterday was tiring to me and I went to bed embarrassingly early. Take these plates, won’t you? I think we should eat at my balcony since the weather is amazing and I haven’t seen the sun for two days.

“Sounds like you had fun here without me. Considering that amount of food in front of me… wow, I can’t thank you enough. Shall we start our feast?”

„Yeah, of course. And please do tell me how the date went, I’m curious.”

„It was okay, I guess. I was chatting, as always, but she acted bold. Like, all the time she encouraged me to do something weird and crazy and if I wasn’t eager to do this, she constantly mocked me and after some time it sounded like she was insulting me! A weird night is all I can say about it. I mean, I don’t regret it, at the beginning it was fun, but I don’t want to have a date like this ever again. I think I’m no match for crazy women.”

“If I were you I would run away from her and lock myself in my room forever. She sounds creepy.” You replied, trying to hide a smile that was appearing on your face after hearing that the date wasn’t as much of a success. “And how are you? In general and you know, after Nancy thing.”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure if yesterday’s date did what it was supposed to do, which is setting me free. I guess I will know when I meet the right girl.”

“Speaking of…” you started nervously, feeling that it’s the right time. “I wanted to talk to you, for like a really, really long time. We know each other since we were babies and we spend lifetime next to each other. I couldn’t imagine not being friends with you. But there is something more. I feel something more. I don’t know how it happened, a couple of years ago I noticed that I act a little different around you. I love you, Steve. I was there when you became popular and started flirting with every girl around you, when you were with Nancy and faced all the ups and downs of the relationship. I was there, for you, like every fucking second. I need you to know that sometimes it hurt me, even more than a little but I managed to hide my feelings only for you to be happy. But I think I can’t do that anymore. I know that you are after a breakup and you have to sort things out, I promise you I can wait. Yet I’m here, sitting right next to you, and asking you an important question. Do you love me? Even a little? Do you feel something that could tell you that we can be more than friends? I need to know, not knowing kills me and makes me overthink everything, like the sense of our friendship. Please say something.” You finished your monologue and looked at Steve who had a plate with cake in his hands, but wasn’t able to take a bite thanks to the shock that you gave him.

“Damn. Y/n… what do you expect me to do? I have just broken up with Nancy. I don’t know how I feel about anything, except for the cake that I wanted to eat, but now I can’t. What do you want to hear? Wait, I know what you want to hear. But I’m afraid I can’t say it. I’ve always had a friend in you and I appreciate that so much. There were times when it was only me and you against the world. And sure I imagined spending my life with you, since I clearly have no luck in relationships, but I can’t do that to you. I’m still confused about my feelings, I loved Nancy and I had to let her go. I can’t imagine letting you go. I know you longer than I know her and I can’t imagine how much damage losing you would make. I just can’t do this. Not right now. I don’t want to lose a friend less than 48 after I lost a girlfriend. I’ll be left with nothing. I’m sorry, I need time to think about this. Lots of time.” He left a plate with the cake that he barely touched and left your room. There were tears in his eyes, and in yours too. What was now going to happen? Did both of you lose a friend?

Watching him leave your house was the worst part. Because you didn’t know if he will ever come back and if there’s a chance to fix the mess that you made with one speech. And how would you look him in the eyes at school? Everyone will notice that something happened. And now you weren’t his girlfriend, weren’t even his friend. And he wasn’t yours.

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