#MOVE ASIDE SAD JESUS

[robotsandramblings]

fam i s2g if we don’t get a Bad Batch S2 trailer this weekend imma set a hungry rancor lose in disneyland

#i mean the kenobi series will literally be airing soon soooo #MOVE ASIDE SAD JESUS #IT'S DAD BATCH TIME #star wars #the bad batch #plot twist i'm the rancor in disneyland #just running around screeching and breaking bones #i just want ANYTHING dammit #ANY SMALL TENDOR MORSEL WILL DO

[harrysfolklore]

jacob elordi and yn make valentine's dinner | vogue

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

"Hi Vogue, It's Jacob," he greeted the camera, he was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans but looked absolutely dreamy, "And today I'm cooking a special Valentine's dinner for my girlfriend YN."

You smiled at him from the side of your kitchen, ready for him to introduce you.

"She's actually here to help me," that was your cue to walk into the frame, he pulled you by the waist and you grabbed the side of his face gently and pecked his lips, "She cannot cook to save her life," he spoke to the camera again, "So my role in the relationship is basically to be her personal chef."

"Okay, cut the sass," you chimed in, "Let's do it, what are we making today?"

"We're making a heart shaped pizza, since It's Valentine's day, then we're making espresso martinis, and a chocolate lava cake to top it off."

"Sounds delicious," you said, "Perks of having Jacob Elordi as your boyfriend, he grabs the stuff from the top shelves for you and he cooks a full course meal."

Jacob winked at you and then to the camera, then the crew stepped in to give you everything you needed for your dish.

"Right so we're gonna start off by making the pizza dough," Jacob began, "We need flour, oil, water, sugar, salt and instant yeast."

"And of course, a good looking sous chef," you teased, batting your eyelashes at the camera.

"That you are," Jacob pecked your cheek, "Now, sous chef, we need two cups,"

"Of this?" you pointed to the flour bowl.

"Yes," he put the ingredient on the mixer, "Two teaspoons of sugar,"

"I'll do that one," you grabbed the small bowl that contained what you thought was the sugar, and Jacob abruptly stopped you.

"No, love, that's the salt."

"Well dammit," you quickly put the bowl down, "Can we cut that part?" you told the crew and they laughed, Jacob just pinched your side affectionately.

"Let me add the ingredients into the mixer and you can help me pour the water, okay?"

Jacob put everything that was needed on the mixer and you slowly poured the water as the machine started working.

"So this is starting to come together now," Jacob spoke to the camera, "Just need it to turn up the heat a little bit," he said playfully and winked at the camera.

"You did not just say that."

"I did just say that," he winked at you now, "Now help me put the oil on."

You did as he said, pouring the oil on the mixture and then covering it with plastic foil.

"We need to put it in the fridge for two hours so it can rise,"

"I feel like Martha Stewart," you put a hand on your hip, "This is like, my dream."

The video showed a time lapse indicating that two hours had passed and it was time to get the dough out of the fridge.

"So Jacob is getting the dough out of the fridge," you explained to the camera, "And we're going to make two separate pizzas to see which one turns out the best."

"Are we actually gonna cut the heart?" Jacob approached you with the bowl, "But it looks so pretty, love."

"Sorry, I'm going to break your heart today on Valentine's day."

"Jesus," Jacob's eyes widened, "So this has been chilling for two hours, and now we have to make it look like a heart.

"Okay, move aside," you moved Jacob's hand away from the dough and he laughed, "This would be easier with a rolling pin but okay."

"So to do the heart shape we need scissors," he sad after carefully folding the dough in half, "Try it, love."

"Like you do with a card, right?" Jacob gave you a confused look, "A Valentine's day card."

"Just don't cut the whole pizza in half," you rolled your eyes at him, "I'm not judging your cooking abilities, love. Just guiding you through the process."

"Just go get the ceramic pizza stone and let's get this in the oven."

"We need to put on the ingredients first, don't we?" Jacob raised his eyebrows

"Oh you're right," you grabbed a bowl with tomato sauce, "So I'm going to cover the whole thing, just leaving space for the crust," you poured the sauce with a spoon, "Am I overdoing this?" you asked your boyfriend.

"No, you like it, like a lot of tomato, don't you?", you nodded, "Just spread it out a little bit," you did as he said, "It's perfect babe, well done."

"We're diving this," you signaled with your hands, "This is your territory and this is mine.

"Okay but let's not cut it, because then that's like cutting the heart and that's sad."

The crew asked you to describe a romantic moment as you decorated your pizza, and Jacob was the first one to speak.

"She is really romantic," he said as he peeled an onion, "The other day when we got back from New York she planted this cute, like herb garden outside on our patio and we had a picnic there, it was lovely."

"One of the most romantic things Jacob has ever done for me was when he surprised me with a spontaneous road trip to a secluded cabin in the mountains," you added, sprinkling shredded mozzarella cheese on your side of the pizza. "He had everything planned out, a cozy fireplace, a bottle of wine, and a clear view of the starlit sky. It was incredibly romantic."

"Yeah, that was a special trip," Jacob smiled at you, his eyes soft at the memory, as he arranged slices of pepperoni on his half of the pizza, "She was freezing so we cuddled a lot, that was nice."

You finished up your pizza and Jacob carefully placed it on the heated oven, then the crew got everything ready to star with your dessert.

"Alright, so we're making the chocolate lava cake," Jacob clasped his hands together, "Do you think you can do it, babe?

"Let's do it!"

You and Jacob followed the recipe for the cake, you helped him pour the eggs and mix the ingredients together, earning compliments from him about your cooking skills improving.

"So now, these," Jacob grabbed the tray with the two small chocolate cakes, "Which YN just poured very perfectly, are going in the oven for about 12 minutes at 450.

You closed the oven and the final thing to prepare for your menu was your drinks, the espresso martini.

"So we're going to make the espresso martini, the virgin espresso martini," Jacob said to the camera, "Because this one is on a non alcohol diet."

"You gotta keep the system healthy!"

Jacob poured all the ingredients into the drink mixer and moved it up and down, his biceps twitching at the movement.

"I'm impressed," you said as he poured down the drink in your glasses, "That was sexy, baby."

"Thanks, glad to know," Jacob winked at you, "Cheers," he handed your glass, you clicked it with his and sipped at the drink, "This is pretty good, let's take it to the table."

You moved to the table, where you pizza and cakes were perfectly placed along with some lit up candles and flowers for decoration.

"This looks amazing," you said as you looked at the food in front of you.

"Looks nice, doesn't it?" Jacob took the seat in front of you, "My side of the pizza looks nicer."

"No," you said with a serious tome but then your eyes softened, "Happy Valentine's day, baby."

"Happy Valentine's day," he smiled fondly at you, "You happy? You like this?"

"Yeah, I love it," you squeezed your hand quickly, "Can we start eating?"

You ate your dinner, bantering about which side of the pizza was better and which one of you had been the better chef, even though there were cameras and crew around, it felt like an intimate moment between the two of you.

"Here, try the dessert," Jacob said once you were done with your pizza, spoon feeding you a bite, "It's good, isn't it?"

"So good, I'm such a chocolate lover," you said, "I feel like I was great help to you in the kitchen, what do you say?"

"Really good help," he took a spoonful of the cake, "Best looking osus chef ever."

"Thank you, I really appreciate that," you squeezed his hand again, "I really tried for you today."

"Yeah, cause usually I make her a drink and she just watches me cook," he told the camera, "She's obsessed with me, can't take her eyes off."

"Cheers babe, I love you," you ignored his comment and raised your drink, "happy Valentine's day,

"Happy Valentine's day,"

"I'm going for it," you said as you rose from your seat, "Why do I always am eager to be the kisser?"

"She just wants to kiss me so bad," he stood from his seat and placed a kiss to your lips, "Love you."

#jacob elordi fanfiction #jacob elordi fake instagram #jacob elordi blurb #jacob elordi one shot #jacob elordi fic #jacob elordi writing #jacob elordi story #jacob elordi social media au #jacob elordi masterlist #jacob elordi request #jacob elordi fanfic #jacob elordi au #jacob elordi fluff #harrysfolklore #jacob elordi smut #jacob elordi instagram blurb #jacob elordi imagine #jacob elordi series #jacob elordi fic rec #1k

[livwritesstuff]

tw: somewhat flippant conversation about death

Steve returns from a long run one Saturday afternoon to a loud kind of pandemonium in the kitchen.

Hazel is crying, which in and of itself isn’t exactly odd, and Moe and Robbie seem to be trying to tandem-argue between themselves and soothe their younger sister.

Steve looks at Eddie for any kind of clarity. Unfortunately, Eddie seems just as baffled as Steve feels.

“What the hell is going on?” he finally asks.

“Well,” Robbie starts, “Hazel realized that she’s gonna be the last one of us to die.”

Sweet Jesus, Steve thought, because why don’t they get upset about normal shit like shoes or whatever?

“And she’s sad because she’ll go to all our funerals and none of us will be at hers,” Robbie finishes.

Yep, Steve hates that. He hates that so much.

“Hey, I had a solution,” Moe argues, “All three of us can just die at the same time. That’s fair, right?”

Hazel manages a nod.

“Nope,” Steve shook his head, “We’re not talking about this. Let’s move on please.”

For a few blissful moments, the kitchen is quiet aside from Hazel’s occasional sniffles.

When the silence stretches a little too long, Robbie opens her mouth.

“So which one of you is gonna die first and skip out on all the funerals?” she asks, because she’s an instigating monster just like Eddie.

“That’s so rude,” Moe comments as she slings an arm over Hazel’s shoulders and swipes at her tears with the pad of her thumb. She waits a beat and then she adds, “Bet it’ll be Dad.”

“Hey!” Ed protested, sounding like he was actually offended, “Why me?”

“Pop’s, like, way healthier than you.”

“Says who?”

“Says Pop goes on runs and you were all winded getting the mail.”

#robbie: don’t worry. obviously we’ll wait until after you and dad are dead #steve: that’s real considerate thanks #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

[yuanology]

Im back again👹, I’ve been thinking on fwb with suguru, and I believe that in some way Suguru would prefer fucking in the night, only the moon through the window as a source of light, yknow like i can’t get out of my head praising suguru, telling him how pretty he is but he can’t help it but feel not enough ,like not enough to be something more than a sexual partner

lowpropgeo my head is full of sad ideas 🐸(it’s a sad frog )

jesus fucking christ.

suguru lets out the prettiest noises when you're buried deep inside of him, thrusting into him lazily as if you intended to make love to him until the end of the world came and passed, leaving your skeletons still wrapped in each other's arms; a perfect mimicry of the lovers you were not.

he was shy about his noises. you knew that from the very beginning. he would cover his mouth with his hand, beg you to stuff his mouth full with your fingers. even so, you always taught him that there was nothing at all to be embarrassed about. you always caught his wrists, pinning them over his head, as you coaxed sound after sound out of his lips.

tonight was no different. the blinds were parted slightly, just enough for the moonlight to filter through. it was a pleasant reminder that just one wrong move was all that it would take to reveal everything unraveling here to the rest of the world.

you were always careful with him. this sight was just for you, after all—geto suguru in your sheets, his back arched and his lips parted, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull and his toes curling in his pleasure as you coaxed out pretty sound after pretty sound from his mouth. he was beautiful, always had been, and unlike most people, you had the privilege to tell him that straight to his face.

so you did.

"you're beautiful," you whispered. your voice was too soft, too loaded with such reverence and awe, but you had learned to stop catching yourself a long time ago. suguru was always the most beautiful when the compliments would filter through his ears, and the weight of your words would settle on his ribs.

true enough, suguru let out a sound that was akin to a sob. his nails dragged across the skin on your back, no doubt leaving red marks that wouldn't fade away for days. you only let out a low chuckle, the sound helplessly fond, as your mouth met the skin of his jaw.

"it's true," you continued. "you're beautiful, suguru. every inch of you." especially this way, bathed in the moonlight with his hair splayed all around him like a crown; a halo befitting a fallen angel

here, cradled in your existence, geto suguru was entirely yours—and what a thrill it was to hold him in your arms, to simply hold him as you fuck into him lazily without a care for the world. "so, so beautiful," you murmured.

he let out a ruined sound. "please," he choked out. it wasn't the first time he had begged you tonight, and you sincerely doubted this would be the last if you kept this up.

he was always so good to you, setting aside his pride and arrogance just so that you would hold him the way he deserved to be held—as if he was something precious, as if he was someone worthy. it was still nice, admittedly, to see suguru break and become a mindless being who just wanted more of your touch, your presence, your love.

"please what, gorgeous?" your lips skirted over his jaw.

his voice was strangled. "want more. not enough." he sounded fucked out, entirely braindead. you doubted he even noticed the way his hips were fucking against you, the motion steady enough that you could stop thrusting into him and he would barely notice.

"what's not enough, lovely?" you asked him. a customary question.

you expected the ordinary answers, the sound of his voice catching in his throat repeatedly before he managed to grit out his answer. please, you could already hear him say. please, this isn't enough. i want more. it was routine at this point, a predictable motion, a back and forth.

so you weren't expecting it when he choked out—

"you."

there were tears in his eyes. his nails were scratching down your back. his voice was ruined. this should all be the usual. this should be predictable.

except his answer was all the wrong ones.

oblivious to your internal struggle, suguru sobbed underneath you. his body writhed, clinging onto you tighter. "please, please, please," he babbled. "i want more. not enough. please, not enough."

not enough. not enough. not enough.

all thoughts of lingering quickly curdled into something sour in your stomach. you reared back, hips meeting his in one abrupt motion. a loud scream escaped suguru's throat, a sound that you would usually relish in but couldn't focus on now.

your motions were robotic as you fucked him, sharp and hard and fast the way suguru liked it when you ruined him. not enough, huh? fine. if suguru thought none of this was enough, then you would just please him the way he wanted to be pleased. you wouldn't linger any longer, wouldn't give him reprieve or a chance to be touched the way he deserved to be touched.

(and fuck, didn't that thought hurt? you thought you were both doing well; that something more was perhaps blooming. you must have thought wrong.)

suguru continued letting out slurred words under his breath, his pleas bleeding into the sound of his own choked moans. you disregarded it. instead, you fucked him as if you didn't care about him, fucked him as if he was just another warm body for you to get yourself off on.

suguru wailed, and you swallowed the heart beating in the back of your mouth.

not enough. not enough. not enough.

you leaned your forehead on his shoulder, feeling him shudder underneath you beautifully. you couldn't help the lump that formed in your throat, the gentle ache in your chest that you had learned to associate with geto suguru.

not enough.

it shouldn't be a surprise, really, that suguru woke up the next morning without you by his side for the first time in a long time. there was no letter, no message, none of your warmth lingering on the bed next to him. you were gone, just like that.

still, suguru thought as he clenched his fists. at least, if you were going to leave him, you shouldn't cook him breakfast and leave out coffee before you did.

#this ran away from me . again . #i can't believe i put this on backburner for so long and instead of even writing good smut it just became angst #i'm so sorry frog anon i hope you can forgive me of my crimes #geto suguru x reader #sub jjk #sub geto suguru #top reader #male reader #( thirsts. )

[wosowrites]

One Time Won’t Hurt (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️smut smut smut. like… loads of it⚠️

prompt: in which you and alexia try to convince each other that one time won’t hurt, but it doesn’t end up being one time.

a/n: this is so bad but i wanted to get something out for u guys

Bodies tangled, lips a mess, hands feeling, touching, exploring, hips grinding, loud moaning. And that was all before clothes even came off. "One time," you exhaled into her lips, pressing your foreheads together and letting your breath get mixed. "One time won’t hurt," she added, putting her hands on your ass and pushing you impossibly closer into her.

You audibly whimpered and then gasped as she started kissing your neck. Alexia moved aside the strap of your shirt and then your bra, kissing your shoulder.

You breathed out, digging your nails into her back and moaning into her ear. "Yeah. One time," your cried out.

Five hours earlier

Alexia, Mapi, Ingrid, Sandra, Patri, Keira and Lucy were sitting in your apparement, having wine, cheeses, charcuterie and other snacks. You were all talking, laughing and having fun. Only issue was your spanish wasn’t great and although you tried to concentrate and really understand what they were saying, you were mostly just exchanging lost looks with Keira.

Eventually, you got up and went into the kitchen to open another bottle of rosé. Keira followed suite.

"Jesus. I don’t know what they’re saying. I heard my name and they all looked at me and laughed and I did too but I do not know what they said," you sighed. "I mean we take spanish classes like three times a week and then in real life they talk so speedy it just-" you started ranting. "They said you were clumsy during training today," Keira said, popping open a bottle of champagne. "I was gonna open wine, and how did you get that?" you asked her, leaning against the counter and crossing your arms. "Okay so maybe i’m becoming able to pick up sentences here and there…" she said. "No. No, no, I can not be the only non spanish speaker on the team Kei. I’m cutting you off from spanish lessons!" you groaned, walking into the living room.

You spent the rest of the gathering zoned out on Alexia. She was sitting with her legs slighting open and her arms crossed and all you could think about was how beautiful she would look in that position minute her clothing.

At 11:00, people started to leave which you were silently grateful as you were tired and honestly feeling left out even though that wasn’t the intention of the girls whatsoever.

You had moved to spain six months ago and had been playing for Barca since the January transfer window. You loved the style of play here and almost everything about it, but you did feel like an outsider.

You bid goodbye to the girls and then let yourself fall on the couch. You sighed heavily, your sigh turning into a tremble as you felt tears come to your eyes. Moving away from england had been harder than you anticipated. You heard movement behind you and shot up to your feet. Alexia stood in the doorway of the washroom. "Sorry, oh, everyone’s gone," she said, looking around. You swiped at your cheeks and nodded. "Uhm, yeah. Sorry I completely forgot you were in there," you said. "It’s okay, I ended up getting a call from Ona so I was in there for a while," she said. "Are you okay y/n/n? You look-"

"Spain is hard," you answered, not wanting to draw out the conversation longer than necessary. "What do you mean?" she asked, sitting down next to you. "I mean that I don’t know what you guys are saying. I pretend I do but I really don’t. And I feel like I’m not good enough to play here," you sighed, putting your head in your hands and resting your elbows on your knees.

"Don’t think that. You are one of the most brilliant players i’ve ever seen. And as for spanish, ditch your tutor. I’ll teach you for free," she said, brushing her fingers through your hair.

And then your feelings of sadness were gone and all you felt was an extreme need for Alexia to be under you.

You straightened up and looked into her eyes. And then you stood up and walked into the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of water and downed it. Alexia stood up and gently walked towards you. Her movements were careful, calm and composed. But the last thing you wanted was careful, calm, and composed. You wanted loud, harsh and possessive.

So that’s what you did. You spun around and almost charged towards her. She looked taken aback but also turned on. You placed your hands on her waist and backed her up into the wall with a loud thud. You moved your hands up and down her hips before squeezing her waist. "Is this okay? Because I don’t want soft and nice. And if that’s what you want tonight I don’t want to push you," you said, looking into her eyes.

"Do whatever you want with me," she moaned.

Bodies tangled, lips a mess, hands feeling, touching, exploring, hips grinding, loud moaning. And that was all before clothes even came off. "One time," you exhaled into her lips, pressing your foreheads together and letting your breath get mixed. "One time won’t hurt," she added, putting her hands on your ass and pushing you impossibly closer into her.

You audibly whimpered and then gasped as she started kissing your neck. Alexia moved aside the strap of your shirt and then your bra, kissing your shoulder.

You breathed out, digging your nails into her back and moaning into her ear. "Yeah. One time," your cried out.

"Oh i’ll make it hurt," she whispered to you. And although her words made you want to scream of pleasure, you wanted to be in charge.

You lifted Alexia’s legs to wrap around your waist and carried her into the bedroom, attacking her lips and making sure to leave them bruised and swollen. You pushed your stomach against her pussy, wanting her to feel the temptation at her core before you gave her any kind of relief.

You dropped her on the bed and then towered over her. You took a pause to pull off the shirt you were wearing, never looking away from her. You looked straight into her eyes but she was staring at your and, your tits peaking through your bra and the way your arms looked so strong. A crack of thunder echoed outside and the brief thought of how Mapi and Ingrid, who had walked to your appartement, we’re probably stuck in the rain while you were standing over the most beautiful woman in the world.

You snapped out of your trance and looked at her hungrily. You un buttoned her shirt, wanting to be rough but knowing very well her shirt was silk and she would kill you if you broke it. Or at least that’s what you thought. "Fuck just rip it off. Rip it off y/n," she groaned. You did as she wanted, grabbing the shirt above the buttons you had undone and ripping it apart. She shrugged it off and you unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off. You then quickly abandoned your own pants and panties. You pulled off her own panties and then unclipped her bra and your own.

The sight of her was intoxicating. The shape of her breast, the little birth mark just under the left one. "You’re fucking hot," you growled at her. You were much more the kind of person to call girls beautiful but today was a different case. You had one night with her and you would make the most of it. Slowly, you placed yourself on your knees so that your core was over hers. You flattened your body on top of hers while supporting your upper body with your hands at her sides.

You started your attack on her neck by kissing it roughly, sucking it and then nipping at all her sensitive spots.

Alexia was a mess within seconds. Groaning at your touch and screaming when you would randomly collide your knee with her clit. Dripping all over her, you positioned yourself so that her left leg was wrapped around your waist and your pussies rubbed together. You slipped the slow stage and went right into grinding onto her. "Fuck, you’re so perfect," you moaned into her ear, feeling her nails digging into your back. "I thought you were going to be mean," she huffed, dragging her nails down your back. "Rough, not mean," you said to her.

With one last push onto her she came first, moaning your name and crying of pleasure.

You came soon after, your brain fuzzy, your body ecstatic. You didn’t want to push your luck with Alexia, so you let yourself fall beside her. "You okay?" you asked her, your bare chest heaving. "More than. Are you?" she asked. "So okay," you smiled. "I knew you were soft. You’ve always been soft," she said, turning on her side. "Maybe only for you," you giggled.

Needless to say, it didn’t happen just once.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #alexia putellas

[thearchercore]

As a Lando fan, but first and foremost a Max and Charles fan, I’m quite disappointed in Lando. It’s true what they say, not everyone is happy when you are on top and your real friends show their true colours.

You are right, Max says what he thinks and never filters it. While Charles is a PR King (let’s be honest he’s more of a princess but that’s besides the point) but never once has he thrown shade at Max since they became friends (at least not that I know of)

Now, Daniel is not, has never been and will never be someone about him. Nothing against him, just vibes. But the fact that Max has held him so dear and close to his heart and he goes ahead and throws major shade at Max when Max was being nothing but honest at Vegas then makes sure to hang out with Lando during Winter break the other driver who is Max’s publicly known bestie on the grid (I mean the man even attends P’s birthday parties) anyway I digress. It’s just outright shady and childish.

Max is on another level and not everyone will understand that. True friendship should withstand such challenges. Of course anyone would be jealous and intimidated by such dominance and success but to deny the man like Peter denying Jesus infront of the crowd is just sad. I mean c’mon, did he mean it as a joke? Also was Daniel attempting humour? It’s possible but I can’t see someone like Charles making such weird comments. Even when they were beefing, Charles made it known that him and Max are okay and even though they are not best friends their relationship or hang out outside the paddock (back then things are different now) he still loved racing against Max because they understood each other and how they raced.

It’s actually petty for grown men to belittle their friend because of his success. But what do I know, the sport destroyed a childhood friendship (Nico + Lewis) Maybe only the realest and toughest friendships survive. Viva Charles and Max (whether you ship them or as friends) it’s real and they are always rooting for each other.

Sorry this got long.

yeah, i feel like the difference between daniel's current place in f1 and max's is playing a significant factor. again, max joined RBR when he was essentially still a teenager that was battling with puberty. daniel was there as the mature driver that max looked up to.

now, fast forward to 2024, daniel is fighting for his last chance at f1 after many unsuccessful team moves, and max is much more mature and has 3 WDC titles under his belt. that certainly changes things.

so i'm sure that if for whatever reason rbr kicks out checo and daniel jumps in, their dynamic would be different.

lando, on the other hand, is a different story. @tsarinablogs had a great post where someone suggested "I think Lando couldnt handle his car actually being competitive. Thats what weakened their friendship. It’s easy to be friends when you are driving a slow car, but then the car actually got competitive and he still couldnt beat Max."

again, the truth is -- f1 is a highly competitive environment and everyone will fight for themselves first without a doubt. that's what's happening with daniel and lando. daniel wants that red bull seat, lando wants to beat max. and that is going to be their priority over whatever friendly relationship they may have with max.

on the other hand, there are only 20 drivers in f1 so you have 20 other co-workers who share the same experiences as you. so you will always be closer to them than anyone else because no one would get you that well.

i think what works well currently between max and charles is that no matter how much media tried to put them against each other, they alway showed mutual respect to each other. charles never talked shit about max in press, and the overall vibe they have going on recently is that charles is happy for max's success, and is working hard to gain his own. also their actions speak a lot -- like charles' putting aside ferrari's questionable qatar strategy and rushing to congratulate max on his WDC. or max running to charles to apologise for his mistake in vegas.

their relationship doesn't seem to be definined by their racing results, and their joint racing history also makes them more equal in their own eyes than other drivers.

#charles leclerc #lestappen gate 2023 #lestappen #formula 1 #f1 #lestappen gate 2024

[sethsclearwater]

synopsis: paul breaks up with human!reader after shifting only to imprint on her the next time he sees her. 

warnings: smut at the end, paul being a soft-ish dom bc he feels bad, implies that reader is drinking and/or smoking weed in the beginning (reader and paul are both 21+ in this!!)

notes: cassie from “hot head” makes an appearance in this lol

word count: 3.68k

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you had been dating your now ex-boyfriend paul lahote for nearly 3 years when he spontaneously broke up with you one gloomy tuesday morning over text. it came out of nowhere and he didn’t offer much of an explanation aside from the fact that he needed space from you to clear his head and focus on himself. 

as one would expect, you didn’t take it very well and spent the next 48 hours inside your apartment attempting to numb all your emotions with any kind of substance you could get your hands on. by some grace of god, you’d managed to resist the urge to make a fool of yourself and show up at paul’s place and bitch him out. 

after about 2 days of wallowing in your sorrows, your friends had managed to convince you to go out with them, saying going out for drinks and some dancing would be good for you to get your mind off him for a while.

so you (very begrudgingly) went with. your friends had dressed you up in a pair of daisy dukes and a borderline lingerie lace top before agreeing you were going to be the best-looking person at the club.

once you guys got to the club, you and your friend cassie had taken a seat at the bar while the rest of your friends immediately got out on the dance floor after all of you took your first shot of the night together, “you feeling okay?” she asked softly, offering you a sad smile, knowing how much pain you were in.

you shrugged, taking a sip of the fruity drink cassie had ordered you just a few minutes prior, “i guess.” you responded, not particularly interested in delving into your feelings over the whole thing, knowing you’d just end up being a mess if you talked about it for too long.

she nodded, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, “well i can stay with you tomorrow if you want some company. i’m not working or anything.” she offered and you nodded, happy to have someone with you so you could at least try and numb your mind for a little while.

“that would be great.” you responded softly. you quickly changed the topic to the new guy she had been seeing, talking about him for a good 30 minutes or so while you let the alcohol kick in. the conversation didn’t last much longer though because you spotted jared cameron entering the club out of the corner of your eye.

you had only spoken with him a few times but knew he was one of the people in paul’s new group of people. cassie seemed to notice too and she let out a groan, “you’ve gotta be kidding me.” she whined, both of you looking over to see none other than paul lahote walk in a few moments later, looking arguably more miserable than you at the moment. 

the two of you made eye contact for a brief second before you pulled your gaze away, looking back over to cassie who was grumbling something about going over there and starting a fight, “jesus christ does he ever stop staring?” she groaned and you couldn’t help the giggle you let out when you realized she was talking about paul who was apparently burning holes in the side of your head with the way he was staring at you. 

“oh fuck they’re coming over let’s move-” she started, quickly hopping off the barstool and grabbing your hand, tugging you into the crowd of people on the dancefloor. 

you giggled, the alcohol helping you feel way better about the situation, and happy to know paul looked more hung up over it than you were, “where are they?” cassie asked, both of you spinning around to try and find out where all the boys had moved to.

you couldn’t really see anyone so you just shrugged, “we should totally go back to the bar and make them miserable.” she said suddenly and you couldn’t help the giggles that spilled over your lips at the idea, loving the idea of taking some of the power back and making paul grovel.

cassie grabbed your hand, tugging you back to the bar so the two of you could take seats at the barstools, “more shots?” she asked you and you giggled, nodding as she ordered 2 more shots for the two of you. 

as the two of you took another shot, you saw embry call coming over with a smile on his face. you’d always been fond of him and you knew cassie had a massive crush on him so he was somewhat welcome company. you made sure to remind yourself that he was one of the people that had presumably encouraged paul to break-up with you as he got over to the two of you. 

“y/n! cassie!” embry exclaimed, pulling you into an awkward hug from your seated spot on the barstool, “how are you? i heard about everything.” he asked softly, squeezing you extra tight for a moment before releasing you so you could respond to him. 

“‘m okay.” you explained, offering him a small smile, “i miss him but i’m okay.” you clarified, doing your best to not let your emotions get the best of you, figuring that paul was within earshot even though you couldn’t see him. 

“did he tell you anything?” cassie asked embry, impatiently waiting for his response as she ordered yet another round of shots for all 3 of you. 

embry shrugged, “i think he regrets it if that helps anything. probably gonna come over here and talk with you soon just as a heads-up though.” he explained and you and cassie both burst into a fit of giggles over how stupid it was.

“are you serious? he broke up with me over text and immediately regrets it 2 days later? that is the most paul lahote decision i’ve ever heard of.” you giggled, rolling your eyes at the stupidity of the whole thing. embry just chuckled, nodding in agreement. 

“tell me about it.” he rolled his eyes, “make him beg for it though, would you?” he asked teasingly and you nodded, pulling him into a hug before letting him go so he could hug cassie. 

cassie was beaming at you over his shoulder, “you mind if i steal cassie for a dance?” embry asked you teasingly and you shook your head, smiling at the two of them.

“‘course not. have fun cassie.” you giggled when she smiled at you, quickly taking embry’s hand and dragging him onto the dancefloor. 

you relaxed against the bar, sipping at your drink as you patiently waited for paul to get the nerve to come over and talk to you. considering how cocky he normally was, you expect the wait to be much shorter than it actually ended up being.

about 10 minutes later you saw him get up and head over to you, only taking a few moments before he was standing in front of you, “paul,” you said casually, looking up at him as you sipped at your drink.

“i’m sorry.” he said softly, eyes softening as he scanned your features. 

you sighed, not particularly interested in caving so quickly, “you’re sorry?” you asked nonchalantly, stirring your drink as you waited for him to respond. 

he nodded, “really sorry.” he said softly and you giggled, shaking your head at him as you set your drink down on the bar behind you, grabbing your phone to pull up the text he had sent you 2 days prior.

“you said, and i quote, ‘i know this isn’t what you want to hear but i can’t have you talking to me ever again. i’m not good for you and need to focus on myself.’” you read the text before locking your phone and setting it back on the bar as you waited for his response.

he looked like a deer caught in headlights, clearly not sure what to do, “so you break up with me, over text might i add, after dating me for 3 years, and then change your mind less than 3 days later and expect me to just take you back? do you think i have zero self-respect or something?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him, allowing him a moment to think about his response.

he sighed, “can you come back to my place? i promise i can explain-” he started and you shook your head, not having any interest in going back to his place.

“i’m not going anywhere with you lahote.” you rolled your eyes, “and fucking me isn’t gonna make me magically change my mind about how i feel about you spontaneously breaking up with me after a 3-year relationship.” you added casually, grabbing your drink to take another sip of it.

he sighed again, “i’m not trying to fuck you. i promise - i just - please? i can explain if you just come with me.” he said, sounding more desperate and frustrated than you’d ever really seen him before.

you couldn’t deny the way your heart was tugging at you, begging you to go with him, “fine.” you conceded, “but i swear to god if you put your hands on me when we get there i’m leaving.” you added, grabbing your phone and hopping off the barstool to go to his car.

“i won’t.” he reassured, he followed you out to his car, only placing his hand on your lower back for a moment to help guide you through the crowd of people before removing it.

once you got into the car and he started driving back to his place, you broke the silence, “so what the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked, looking over at him, the alcohol giving you a little more courage to be bolder with him than you normally would’ve been, “like seriously? a text paul? we dated for 3 years and you break up with me over text?” you added and he just sighed.

“‘m sorry it was a mistake.” he explained softly, clearly doing his best to not add fuel to your fire.

“‘s a fuckin’ dumb idea is what it was.” you grumbled, leaning away from him so you could rest your head against the window as he pulled up to his apartment complex. 

lucky for you, he shared an apartment with embry who was still at the club so it sounded like you two would have the space to yourselves to duke it out.

the walk into his apartment was silent, you only breaking the silence once paul had closed the door behind him, “this better be a good explanation.” you said, leaning up against the island in his kitchen as you looked him up and down dramatically.

he sighed, running his hand through his hair as he tried to figure out how to explain himself to you, “you know about the quileute legends right?” he asked and you nodded slowly, not totally sure where he was going with this.

“like how we used to be able to shapeshift into wolves?” he asked and you scrunched your eyebrows together, nodding.

“okay i swear to god if you’re about to gaslight me into thinking you’re a werewolf-” you started, leaning off the counter, about to head out when paul grabbed your biceps, stopping you from moving.

instead of shoving him off of you, the two of you paused for a moment, just taking each other in, “i’m not lying to you. can you just-” he started, letting out a sigh, “can you just sit down and i can show you?” he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice and you slowly nodded, taking a seat at one of the chairs at the kitchen table once he released you.

you watched him wearily as he pulled his shirt off, dramatically covering your eyes when you realized he was most definitely stripping in front of you. you swore you could hear him sigh at your drama, but as soon as you lowered your hand there was a wolf about two times the size of you standing in front of you.

you froze, not at all sure what the hell was going on, just staring at him. from his eyes you could easily tell it was paul, watching as he laid down at your feet, resting his head on his paws. 

“what the fuck…” you groaned, wondering how the hell you missed that your (ex) boyfriend was a massive werewolf, “okay, fuck,” you groaned. “i believe you.” you sighed, getting up to get yourself a glass of water to calm yourself down while paul shifted back to his human self. 

when you turned back around, paul was leaned up against the kitchen island having just pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, “so you broke up with me because you’re a werewolf?” you asked, sitting down at the kitchen table again, looking up at him.

he nodded, “sam said i couldn’t tell you.” he explained, pulling out the chair next to you so he could sit beside you. 

“and now you can because…?” you trailed off, not sure why sam uley suddenly changed his mind less than 3 days after he supposedly told paul to cut you off.

“you’re my imprint.” he explained and you groaned, vaguely knowing what he meant from the few council meetings you had attended where they went over the legends. 

“so you broke up with me, your supposed soulmate, over text might i add, and only realized it once you actually imprinted on me? how shitty is that?” you started, rolling your eyes as you took a sip of your water, “i knew i’d love you for the rest of my life before you imprinted on me. i didn’t need you to imprint on me to know that.” you added, frowning at him as your eyes welled with tears.

you forced yourself to drink more water so you could get rid of the tears as quickly as possible while you waited for paul’s response. his eyes just softened as he watched you, “i’m sorry.” he murmured, “believe me i didn’t want to break up with you.” he explained.

you just sighed, slumping back into the chair, “of course you didn’t.” you grumbled, taking another sip of the water, “so you’re now stuck pining after me for the rest of your life?” you asked him, smiling a bit to yourself when he nodded.

“you know how fucked up it is that i can’t even stay mad at you because of this stupid bond you got us both in now?” you asked, no real malice in your voice, instead just a bit of sadness.

paul frowned, “‘m sorry.” he murmured again, “i would say i wish it wasn’t you but that’d be a lie.” he added softly and you sighed, bottom lip warbling as you took in his words.

before he could see you burst into tears, you set the glass of water down and quickly climbed into his lap, wrapping yourself around him and hugging him tightly to you as you sobbed into his shoulder. it took paul a moment to register what you’d done but when he did, he quickly slid his arms around you, holding you close to him, and gently ran his hands up and down your back soothingly, wordlessly comforting you.

“‘m so sorry princess.” he murmured against your hair as your sobs died down after a few minutes. you sniffled, holding him close to you and you focused on attempting to even your breathing out and calm yourself down enough to talk to him. 

“you’re okay, you’re okay.” paul cooed, pressing his lips to your hair as you took some deep breaths.

“i love you.” you whispered, whimpering as you looked up at him and cupped his face in your hands, “please don’t make my hurt heart like that again.” you added softly and he nodded.

“promise i won’t.” he murmured and you pressed your lips to his, holding him close to you as the two of you melted into the kiss.

paul slid his hands down to your hips as you knotted your fingers in his hair, only parting a few moments later when you needed to catch your breath, “i want you to stay here tonight.” he whispered and you nodded, pressing your lips to his again as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him before laying you down on his bed. 

you whimpered, tugging him down on top of you, quickly running your hands under his shirt and across his abdomen. he ran his hands down your sides, tugging your shorts off and sighing when he saw how good you looked in just the lingerie top you were wearing. 

“fuck me,” he groaned, carefully taking it and your panties off of you, knowing how upset you’d be with him if he ripped it off like he wanted to. you whined, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, impatient with his slow pace which had him letting out a breathy laugh. 

“‘m coming princess.” he reassured, tugging his shirt off and kicking his sweatpants and boxers to the side a few seconds later. you spread your legs, allowing him to climb between them and press his lips to yours again, letting out a loud whine when he dipped two of his fingers into your tight cunt, scissoring them to stretch out out for him, “good girl,” paul murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw as he praised you for taking his fingers so well.

“please hurry-” you whimpered, running your hand down his abdomen to grab his hardened cock and rub the weeping tip, eliciting a low groan from the male on top of you. he nodded, curling his fingers inside of you as your spread his precum around the tip, tugging him forward a bit until he was lined up with your dripping hole. 

paul chuckled softly, taking his fingers out of you and replacing your hand with his, spreading some of the fluids he had gathered from you onto his cock. you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting out a loud moan when he pushed himself inside of you, fully sheathing his thick length in you in one thrust. 

“paul-” you whined, running your fingers through his hair and holding onto him for dear life as he gave you a few moments to adjust to him, “please move.” you whimpered, desperate for his touch.

he didn’t need to be told twice, slowly drawing his hips back until just the tip of his cock remained, plunging back into your warm channel a moment later, quickly setting a steady pace. you were an emotional mess, holding him as tightly against you as you could while he fucked you, letting out a loud whimper when he reached his hand down to draw soft, slow circles against your clit, “such a good girl for me.” paul murmured, “fuck your pussy feels like heaven.” he groaned as he continued fucking your tight channel. 

you gasped as he pressed down on your clit, eliciting another loud whine from you as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, “you gonna cum on my cock, kitten? my cock feel that good?” he asked, a bit of his normal cocky self coming back as he felt his own orgasm approaching right behind yours.

you nodded, “please-” you whimpered, tightening your legs around his waist and your fingers in his hair as you desperately brought him closer to you. 

paul chuckled softly, “go on. make a mess on my cock, yea? wanna feel that pretty pussy cum on me.” he teased as he felt your walls throb around him at his words. 

you didn’t need much more than his permission, letting yourself fall over the edge as he pressed down on your clit again, quickly meeting your orgasm. as you throbbed around him, he met his own release, pushing himself as deep in you as he could as he coated your walls with his seed. 

it took you a few moments for the both of you to come back to your senses, paul being the first to do so as he gently brushed your hair out of your face and slowly pulled himself out of you to lay next to you, “c’mere.” he murmured, pulling you close to his chest and allowing you to throw your leg over his waist and wrap your arms around his neck.

“don’t leave again.” you whispered blearily as you came back to your senses, eyes softening as you looked up at him.

he nodded, “promise i won’t.” he reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. you nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone before he got up, quickly pulling on his boxers and sweatpants before getting back into the bed with a hand towel. 

you sighed softly, allowing him to get between your legs, not needing to be told he wanted to clean you up. he already knew how irritated you’d get if you felt his release dripping out of you all night and was always quick to clean you up after sex because of it, “there you go.” he murmured as he quickly ran the rag between your sensitive folds, tossing it to the side and helping you into a new pair of panties and one of his t-shirts before getting back into bed with you.

you quickly curled into his arms, holding him close to you, “i love you.” he murmured against your hair and you nodded, smiling softly up at him, “i love you too.” 

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[supernovafics]

series masterlist | last part — next part

pairing: modern!actor!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 6.6k words

warnings: explicit language, (some) angst, a lil hint of soft!steve, smut (18+), female masturbation, fingering

summary: you wouldn’t necessarily call it a friendship, but what you now had with steve felt quite close to one. it was unexpected but also nice, and as you spend more time with each other it’s easy to see some sort of a change quickly happening

CHAPTER FOUR | ❝𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒈❞

And finally, there was actual peace. 

It initially came in the form of Steve surprisingly saying “Thank you” to you when you brought him his coffee that Monday after the drunk incident, and then it gradually grew from there with him actually being nice to you over the next few days and then weeks.

You’d accidentally broken through that asshole exterior and inside there was actually a good person; what you had hoped to see from the beginning. Finally, those articles written about him were proven wrong. At first, you were completely confused by the one-eighty, but you got used to it and you definitely weren’t complaining. 

“I can’t believe you’re actually nice to me now.” You had said one night that had been one of the longest days on set; the time was nearing midnight and filming wouldn’t be done until two in the morning. 

You’d forgotten to eat dinner, so Steve let you have the rest of the pasta you’d ordered for him a few hours earlier. You sat next to each other on a random bench that wasn’t too far from where he would be needed on set in thirty minutes, and for the first time probably that entire day you weren’t being pulled in a bunch of different directions so you could actually breathe for a bit. 

Steve shrugged at your previous words as if him being nice to you wasn’t the biggest deal in the world, which in your mind it really was. 

“You can’t just shrug like it’s nothing,” You said with a small playful scoff. “You hated me.” 

Steve laughed a bit at how certain you sounded. “Jesus, I didn’t hate you.” 

You simply looked at him before taking another bite of pasta and he let out a small sigh, partially and reluctantly agreeing with your words. 

“Okay, I didn’t like you at first, but that was mainly because of the whole situation and it didn’t really have anything to do with you, specifically. It’s different now, though,” He told you and you nodded at that response. You expected that to be it— the entirety of the explanation about why things were currently the way they were— but he continued. “I don’t trust people easily and I can be really harsh because of that, which is why almost everyone sees me as the worst guy ever. But, I never really cared because all of those news articles and whatever else don’t matter to me, and it doesn’t stop me from being a good actor.”

He was looking away from you now, staring out at the people moving around the set and getting things ready for the next handful of scenes that would be filmed. 

“So, you trust me now? That’s why it’s different?”

He only nodded at your questions, and even with all of the abrupt honesty he was giving you right then, you didn’t expect more than just that nod. You were curious though, and wanted him to say more; wanted him to tell you what made him trust you.

Even though you partially knew the answer and knew that it all came from the drunk incident; you’d helped him when he was feeling sad and lonely and a little homesick. But, he never admitted that to you. Aside from changing and being nice to you, what happened that night was never explicitly talked about. 

You looked away from him and stared straight ahead as well, continuing to eat the pasta and letting his previous words sit with you. 

A similar conversation happened days later in his trailer. You had actually started finding yourself in there more often than not, usually towards the end of the day when things were a bit calmer. 

“I’ve been wondering,” Steve started. He was sitting on the couch and you were leaning against the counter closest to the door where you’d usually leave his food anytime he was filming and couldn’t take it straight from you. Your eyes were on your phone because you were typing an email, but you looked up at Steve when you heard his voice. “When did you get into all of this?”

His question surprised you a bit, but instead of voicing your current confusion as to why he was suddenly curious about you and your past, you answered the question.“Short story, I did a lot of film internships in college. On my first real paid job in the industry that’s where I met Jessie and she saw a lot of potential in me. I was a PA on a bunch of things— movies, tv shows, documentaries— and I did work on a lot of stuff that Jessie did, but it was mostly stuff with other people. And it kind of all grew from there to where I am now.”

“What’s the long story?” 

Nobody ever really cared to hear the long version of it all, especially your parents who never seemed to give a damn about your reasons why you wanted to be in this field in the first place. But, for some reason, Steve did want to hear it, and although having that kind of curiosity centered on you was foreign, a part of you still wanted to answer the question. 

You placed your phone down next to you and pushed yourself up on the counter. “I’ve always been intrigued by the behind-the-scenes aspects of movies and television. Like the people behind the story; the people that help create it all. The ones that set up the shot that we love so much, or the ones that created the set that helps to perfectly tell the story. And from the moment I first stepped onto a set when I was just an intern getting coffees for people and doing other stupid errands, I loved it. It was pretty brutal and I barely got any recognition for all of the hard work I was doing, but I still loved it. I loved being a part of it all even if it was just in such a small way, and I really loved seeing everything slowly come together.” 

Steve was quiet for a moment, which in your mind felt like way too long of a time because you just told him what you don’t think anyone, probably aside from Jessie, knew about you, and you were quickly feeling embarrassed about saying everything you’d just said. 

“Sorry, I know that was insanely long-winded,” You mumbled, filling the quiet before Steve could.  

He shook his head at your words. “No, I wanted to know, and I think it’s nice how much you really care about all of this.”

You briefly looked at your phone, checking the time; 7:00pm. Filming was officially done for the day, but neither you nor Steve made any move to leave or even think about leaving; that was something that was also happening more often than not. 

You placed your phone in the pocket of the light jacket you were wearing and then looked over at Steve. “How did you get into this world?” 

The answer to that question could’ve been easy information for you to find, but even as your curiosity toward him grew in recent weeks, you still never looked him up. As things started to change between the two of you— from animosity to friendliness that actually felt close to some sort of a friendship— on some level it didn’t feel right to learn things about him without hearing it straight from him. 

“I’m just… good. And someone saw that.” His words didn’t sound cocky at all, more so just factual, and it was a fact that you knew was completely true because you’d seen a few of his movies before. “I was in this short film and it kind of got a lot of recognition, and somehow things all fell into place from there.”  

You’d heard about that short film that essentially pushed him into the spotlight. Having a start like that was a rarity, but you knew in some instances and for some people that was all it took; and you thought that for Steve it actually made complete sense.

You really wanted to hear his “long story.” The little things that led him here and made him want to be here; that made him want to have a career that at times could be way too demanding and a little fucked up. For some reason, you felt like there was so much more to it all than things simply “falling into place” like he said, and that was what made you curious. 

“Do you love doing all of this?” You asked him.

“I don’t hate it. To me, it just feels like a job a lot of the time, something I’m really good at and want to keep being good at. I don’t care about anything else with it. Honestly, I kinda hate all of the other stuff that comes along with it; press, red carpets, all of that,” He told you. “This part of it all is great, though; filming. Learning about a character and becoming them while also kind of making them your own. I love that the most, and it makes the other stuff a bit more bearable.” 

You nodded at that because his words helped make everything else that happened before fully and finally make sense in your head. He cared a lot about this— filming was the only part of the whole “being an actor” thing that he actually liked— which made you understand why he was so serious about it, why you would rarely ever see him with anything other than a script in his hand. 

“Are there ever times where you can’t help but wonder if it was all a fluke?” He asked after a beat of silence. “If you’re actually really good, or if everything was just luck in a way?”

Hearing that only further made you want to know more about him; it made you want to know everything, actually. Because you had the smallest feeling that the more you learned, the more you’d realize how similar the two of you really were. 

He shook his almost immediately before you could even think about answering the question. “Actually, nevermind, you probably never even think about that; you’re insanely good at what you do.”

“No, no, I get that completely. It’s the craziest feeling; wondering if you really belong in this industry, or if you don’t actually deserve it. There are so many people that are so fucking talented and good at what they do, sometimes it always feels like it’s just stupid luck that I ended up here,” You told him and he nodded at you with a small smile. 

He briefly said something about how it felt both nice and weird talking to someone that fully understood that feeling and you nodded too, although it did surprise you that he of all people would feel that way. But, in all fairness, he was surprised by you too. 

Sometimes it was funny in Hollywood, in the cutthroat entertainment industry that at times felt severely oversaturated with talent. People were either way too confident for their own good or would have so many moments of imposter syndrome. And it was actually pretty hard to find people that felt the latter— or maybe it was hard to find the ones that would admit that they felt that way. 

Therefore, it felt like a sort of breath of fresh air that you and Steve were able to admit that to each other. Talking with someone that could completely “get it” made the feeling feel a bit less harsh. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You found yourself wondering about Steve a lot when you weren’t with him or doing some task for him. It was interesting becoming friends with someone in this way. It all happening because you were essentially being forced in each other’s presence since you were working together, but then it slowly feeling a lot less forced because you were finding yourselves talking to one another because you both wanted to; like that night in his trailer. 

However, at this moment, your mind was not on him at all. 

It was the first time in over a week that you had nothing to do because there was no filming that day and there were no work tasks that you needed to do at home, so you were actually completely free. And as much as there was a part of you that wanted to find some sort of work to do, because there was almost always something that you could get a head start on, you also knew that you needed this day off and that you fully deserved it. 

Your plan was to stay in bed pretty much the entire day, catching up on the sleep that you’d been severely lacking and then watching movies. 

You were in the middle of your second movie of the day when things changed, and it was all due to one scene; a very spicy sex scene that quickly put you in a completely different mood, to say the least. A mood that had wetness pooling in your panties and immediately reminded you of the last time you felt that way. And after realizing that you actually hadn’t acted on that aching feeling in a while, you quickly decided that you wanted to, or more so needed to, change that. 

So, Steve was the farthest thing on your mind— and you knew exactly how big of an issue it would be if he was— and instead your mind was on the last guy you had sex with, Zach; which was almost six months ago. Other than him being one of the most attractive guys you’d seen in a while, he was also a pretty great and nice person. You actually saw the potential for something real to happen with him, but you’d gotten too busy to go on more than the three dates you went on with him, so of course everything quickly fizzled out. 

However, it was easy for your mind to travel back there when you were feeling this needy. 

Your hand essentially took on a mind of its own as it slipped into your underwear and you pressed your middle finger right against your clit. A soft moan fell from your lips at the feeling and you started rubbing small circles against the sensitive nub. 

It had been so long since you’d touched yourself, the thought of doing so barely ever even crossing your mind because of how hectic things had been lately, so it was almost too easy for you to bring yourself close to the edge. 

Your other hand came up under your t-shirt to squeeze your breast and another moan fell from your lips, this one a bit louder than the last. The slow ministrations on your clit continued as you focused more on your nipple. 

Thoughts went back to Zach and how he actually cared about making you feel good, which was a rarity among guys your age, or at the least ones you’d been with. You missed how good it all had been with him, but there was absolutely no way you were going to allow yourself to even think about calling him. You weren’t that desperate and the simple thought of him felt like more than enough. 

You moved your fingers down to your entrance and pushed two inside of you, your wetness allowed them to slip in without much resistance. You squeezed around your fingers so tightly, feeling so full just from the two and causing an overwhelming feeling to wash over you. Your thumb began stimulating your needy clit again and you gave your breast another squeeze, continuing to give more attention to your hard nipple. Intense moans and whimpers fell from your lips and you couldn’t bring yourself to even care about how loud you were being; the walls were thick enough that you knew your neighbors probably wouldn’t hear you, anyway. 

You focused solely on how good this all felt and how much you needed it. Absolutely everything else was long forgotten as your fingers continued their movements and made your body writhe on the bed. 

For the first time in over a month you were taking  care of yourself in this way, and you were almost right there. 

Until you weren’t. 

Because your phone started ringing on your nightstand. 

The abrupt sound startled you and immediately pulled you out of the mood you were in, even though you were so close to the edge.

You simply listened to the incessant ringing for a moment, inwardly debating whether you should answer it or let whoever was calling leave a voicemail if it was that important. But the previous moment felt completely over, and even though you were very annoyed that you’d been interrupted, you went to grab your phone. 

Steve’s name took over the screen and you knew that you needed to answer it. You’d come to the point in your work relationship with him that whenever he did call you it was usually important. So even though there was a large part of you that really didn’t want to answer the call because of what you’d been doing barely a minute ago and how it now felt weird having to talk to Steve, you did. 

“Hello?”

“Hi, I wanted to ask–” He quickly stopped saying whatever he was about to continue with. “Were you just exercising or something?” 

You didn’t realize how your voice must have sounded until right then; a bit hoarse and out of breath because of how loud you’d just previously been and how your heart was still racing from it all. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a quick cough to clear your throat. 

“No, I was…” You trailed off because you were unsure what to follow up your words with, and then you realized that you didn’t necessarily need to make up a full specific lie. “I was doing something else.” 

“What were you–” Steve stopped when it all seemed as if it clicked in his head. “Oh. Oh.”

You were glad that he wasn’t in front of you right then so he couldn’t see the embarrassment written across your face. You scoffed instead, pretending as if you weren’t feeling the least bit awkward right then. “How did your mind immediately manage to go there?”

He bypassed your question and a small laugh fell from his lips. “Why would you answer my call if you’re in the middle of having sex with someone?” 

You were quiet for a moment. Now that you knew exactly where his mind was, it made you feel even more awkward. “No one’s here.”

“Oh,” He said and you expected him to laugh again, but he didn’t. “Sorry for interrupting your… alone time.” 

You shook your head and let out a long sigh. “Jesus Christ, we are not talking about this anymore. Just tell me what you called for.”

“Okay, there’s this event that Tom is making me go to tonight and, of course, it’s very formal so can I get a suit again?” 

You had an old friend that was a costume designer and would always get access to great clothes, including really nice suits. You’d done the same thing last week and borrowed a suit from her so that Steve could wear it to a movie premiere that he had to go to. She was more than happy to help and it reminded you of past moments where you would call her when the pieces for one or two costumes fell through at the last minute on other movies or shows you’d worked on. 

“What time is the event?” You asked as you sat up in your bed. 

“Seven.”

You looked at the time on your phone, seeing that the time was close to four and then you nodded your head even though he couldn’t see you. “Okay, I’ll text her now, and then head to your place when I pick something up.”

It was almost too easy for you to turn your “work brain” back on, and your day that was supposed to be completely work-free was long forgotten.  

“Also, I can’t believe that you’re actually letting Tom force you to go to another event; the second one in under two weeks. Maybe you’re actually starting to like doing this stuff?” You were completely joking with your question but it was nice to push Steve’s buttons a bit.  

“That would never happen,” He answered in a completely deadpan voice. “Tom called me and cursed at me until I reluctantly agreed to go to tonight’s thing.”  

“Okay, yeah, that sounds like him,” You laughed a bit. “Anyway, I’ll try to be at your place in hopefully an hour and a half.” 

“Thanks,” He responded, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he said his next words. “And once again, I’m so sorry for the interruption.”

“Once again, we are not talking about that,” You said before hanging up. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It actually took closer to two hours to get to Steve’s apartment. And when you got there, you expected to just hand him the suit and then leave, but when he offered leftover slices from the pizza he ordered earlier, from a place that you fully thought made the best pizza in Los Angeles, you couldn’t help but say yes.

Steve went to change and you warmed up a pepperoni slice in the microwave, and then began eating as you stared out of his floor to ceiling windows. Once again you were startled by the view and how almost unreal the city looked from this high up. 

Looking out at the buildings, cars, and even hills in the distance made your heart squeeze and something familiar washed over you. It was an introspective feeling that never failed to hit you every now and again. You were suddenly reminded of that one conversation with Steve in his trailer; how sometimes everything just felt like one big accident. 

You looked away from the windows and turned around completely, leaning against the kitchen island with your plate of pizza in hand. 

“Do you know how to tie a bow tie?” Steve’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. 

Your attention turned to him as he walked out of his bedroom. He had on almost the entirety of the suit except for the jacket, and the untied bow tie was hanging around his neck. 

“Yes, and I’m actually quite the pro,” You told him and placed your plate down as he started walking over to you. You wiped your hands off with a stray napkin. “I had this PA job where I pretty much only did stuff for the costume department, and aside from steaming clothes, it was a lot of tying ties and bow ties.” 

Steve stood in front of you and you pushed yourself up on the island so that you were at eye level with him and didn’t have to reach up to start tying the bow tie. 

The two of you were closer than you’d probably ever been to each other, him standing right between your parted legs and your bare thighs lightly touching his waist. Suddenly, you wished that you had on pants instead, but the simple black sundress you were wearing had been the quickest thing to slip on, and with the warm weather it was also an obvious choice. With this close proximity, it was easy to smell the cologne he’d put on and you quickly became completely infatuated with the scent.

Everything should’ve felt entirely normal right then, you were doing such a mundane task for him. But, all of the little things that encompassed this moment made it feel anything but normal, and instead, you found yourself feeling so fucking nervous being so close to him. 

Of course, Steve was insanely attractive, anyone with two eyes could recognize that. However, in your head, you thought it would’ve been a conflict of interest in a sense if you ever acknowledged that fact. Especially as you were growing closer and becoming somewhat of friends with him. Right then, though, it was hard not to recognize the completely obvious. 

“So,” Steve said, breaking the quiet, which you were grateful for because it made it easy to push away your thoughts and see this moment as completely normal. “Did you get to finish?” 

“Finish?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment until you immediately realized what he meant. All too quickly, you wished that things had stayed silent. “Shut up.” 

Steve smiled amusingly at you. “I’ll take that as a no.” 

You ignored him as you continued tying the bow tie. You should’ve been done already, but his abrupt question flustered you and made you mess up, so you pretty much had to start from the beginning. 

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” He told you, the same smile on his face. 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re annoying, and you keep making me fuck up with tying this, so please shut up unless you wanna be here for an hour.”

He laughed a bit but stayed quiet as you continued tying.  

You pulled your gaze away from where your hands were working on the bow tie— finally almost done— and let your eyes flicker up to meet his for a brief second before looking back down. 

It was still silent as one of his hands came up and settled on the side of your thigh. You pretended as if his touch did absolutely nothing to you, although it was actually doing the complete opposite and your heart was constricting in your chest. 

You adjusted the bow tie a bit and gave it a little pull on both sides to make sure it was secure, and then you looked up at Steve. “Done.” 

He took a quick glance down at it and then his eyes met yours once again. “Thanks.” 

It was obvious what should’ve happened next; him stepping away from you to grab the suit jacket and slip that on, and you finishing what was left of your pizza before finally letting yourself leave his apartment. It would’ve been a simple sequence of events that probably wouldn’t have taken more than ten minutes. 

However, none of that happened, and instead, he stayed right where he was between your parted legs and hand still on your thigh. He was doing much of the leading at that moment, but you knew that this was all equally your doing as much as it was Steve’s. 

You could’ve looked away from him and broken the silence, letting the moment finally come to its end. But you didn’t want to, and you decided that right then was not the best time to fully dissect what that meant. 

It seemed as if there were a million things being said in this unmoved look being shared between you and him; questions from both of you being simultaneously asked and answered. Silent questions about whether or not this— and what was inevitably to come— was and would be okay, and the single answer being a resounding unspoken yes from the two of you. 

The amount of truth behind that answer was questionable because neither of you were fully thinking about how what was happening could potentially change absolutely everything. But, that didn’t stop Steve’s hand from starting to move up the side of your thigh, and it definitely didn’t stop yours from taking on a mind of its own and finding his wrist, not stopping him, but instead guiding him further. 

When his hand made contact with your hip, slipping beneath the band of your underwear, you let out a small sigh in contentment and it was then that you couldn’t help but break your long held gaze with him, eyes slipping shut instead. 

What happened in the next few moments felt as if it was simultaneously happening in slow motion and hyper speed. Soft breaths falling from your lips, head tilting upward, underwear being pulled to the side, and one of Steve’s fingers teasingly tracing up your slit. Your neediness from earlier had never fully gone away because of how abruptly it all ended, and this only made it increase tenfold and you were somehow even wetter than before. 

Your hands grabbed at the edge of the counter, squeezing tightly as Steve pushed one finger inside of you, and then almost immediately added another.  

You could only moan and whimper at the feeling and you bit your lip to try and keep yourself quiet. Other than your soft sounds, it was quiet, so quiet, and you knew that if any actual words were spoken in that moment, it would effectively ruin everything. It would break the trance that both of you seemed to be in, and you didn’t want that to happen. And you could tell with the lack of words falling from Steve’s lips right then, the feeling was mutual. 

His other hand found your hip and guided you closer to the edge of the island, so he could hit a deeper angle and his thumb began circling your clit. You let out another moan and squeezed your eyes shut tighter as he then added a third finger and effectively turned you into a pile of mush because of how full you felt. 

You couldn’t even find it in you to feel embarrassed at how easily and quickly he was able to bring you to the edge. It was a mix of him being so fucking good with his fingers, hitting spots that made you see stars and paying the perfect amount of attention to your clit, coupled with the fact that you hadn’t been able to come earlier that made you feel as if you were about to burst. And after one hard thrust of his fingers, you did, letting out a particularly loud moan and squeezing tightly around him in the process.  

He continued fingering you through your orgasm, waiting until your soft moans faded out and your fast breathing became a bit more steady before pulling his fingers out. 

“That was– Fuck,” You breathed out; the first words spoken in the past ten minutes. “Thank you?”

Your eyes met Steve’s and he gave you a small smile. “I owed you for interrupting earlier.” 

Before you could say anything, or think about saying anything, he walked away from you, heading back to his bedroom, and you were actually grateful because your ability to form coherent thoughts felt broken for the time being. 

You readjusted yourself, getting off of the counter and leaning back against it instead. There were way too many things going through your mind right then, and it felt like a solid mix of both good and bad thoughts even though it was hard to fully grasp any of them.

Steve came back barely a minute or two later, the suit jacket was now on, so the outfit was complete and you could tell that he was about to leave. “You can finish your food if you want, and stay as long as you need. The door will lock behind you.” 

Proper words still couldn’t form on your lips, so you only nodded at him before he walked out of the door. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It wasn’t until the next morning that it all fully processed in your mind. 

After waking up and initially attempting to convince yourself that nothing had happened in the first place— that you hadn’t had a really good orgasm due to Steve Harrington’s fucking fingers, and he didn’t ask for a single thing in return— you accepted it. And once you accepted it, that was when the spiraling started; asking yourself questions about how the hell that could’ve happened and why it had happened so easily. And then there was the one question that, in your mind, was the most important one of all— What did it mean? 

You needed it to mean nothing; that was the only way that you believed you’d be able to properly function for the next month and a half of filming. If somehow you and Steve could laugh about this and continue to be somewhat of friends but more so two people that worked together. 

That idea was definitely something easier said than done because, probably for the first time in your life, you actually had no plan, no solid idea on how to approach this. 

And your confusion toward everything only increased as you drove to set, but you felt like the universe was being somewhat nice to you because when you saw Steve, the interaction was quick because you immediately got called to be somewhere else. And that was how most of the day went; fast exchanges that didn’t allow either of you to say much to one another. There was no room for any awkwardness to settle over the brief conversations and there definitely wasn’t any room for either of you to address the obvious. 

That only slightly worried you because even though a part of you wouldn’t have minded burying it deep down and pretending as if it never happened, it also felt like something that should be talked about, at least a little bit. And you knew that the more time that passed, the harder it would be to talk about it. 

Therefore, when you spotted him heading in the direction of his trailer you grabbed his attention with a wave. You still had no clue what exactly you wanted to say, but you didn’t let that stop you from walking up to him. 

You smiled, trying your hardest to push away every ounce of awkwardness you felt at that moment— and only slightly succeeding. “Hi.” 

“Hey,” He said, matching your smile. It was hard to tell if he was feeling even an ounce of nervousness. “Feels like I haven’t seen you all day.”

“Yeah, I’ve come to learn that it’s somehow always toward the middle of filming that things become so much more hectic.”

He nodded at that and then there was a lull of silence that you took as your opportunity to shift the subject. 

“So should we…” You trailed off, taking a breath to mentally prepare for what you were about to ask. “Talk about last night?” 

“We don’t have to. Like I said, I owed you one,” He said casually. You could feel his eyes on you, but you purposefully avoided eye contact with him. Instead, you fixed your gaze on something random behind him. “Oh, also, I have the suit in my trailer, and I can give it back to you later, or you can grab it whenever.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll grab it later,” You said, nodding. 

The easy turn of the conversation surprised you, but you decided that maybe it would be for the best to accept the shift. Maybe that was the universe telling you that last night didn’t need to be spoken about further; which was practically the same exact thing Steve had just said to you. 

You almost walked away and headed to where you needed to go, but Steve spoke before you could.

“I’d be happy to do it again, by the way. I’m sure I owe you for a lot of other things too.” 

His tone actually sounded serious, but you convinced yourself he was joking. In order for all of this to make sense in your head, you had to believe he was joking. 

“Yes, I am owed so much for everything I had to endure during those first few weeks of filming when you were the worst person in the world,” You responded with an amused smile. 

Steve laughed at that. “I promise I’ll make it up to you whenever you want.” 

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and then walked away, allowing the conversation to come to its end there. The air felt cleared for the most part, and you could easily see things returning back to the normal that you had created with Steve.

However, there was something about his final words that sat with you— how honest they sounded even though they were said along with a laugh.

And when, hours later, you were sitting on your couch half-watching a cooking competition show, you couldn’t help but lean into the thought that maybe what he said wasn't a joke.

And then after a few silent moments of contemplation, you were calling him. 

You knew that it wasn’t just to confirm or deny your potentially delusional thought and leave it at that. But, right then, you refused to accept the extent of your reasoning for calling him, and how it was mainly based on what you deep down hoped his answer to your question would be. 

Steve answered on the third ring. “Hey.” 

“Hi.” 

“What’s up?” 

You shut your eyes because that somehow made what was about to come out of your mouth feel a bit more bearable to ask. 

“Okay… So… Fuck it. Whatever. Let me just say it,” You took a quick breath and then let your next words come out in a rush. “Did you mean what you said earlier?” 

“What did I say earlier?” Steve asked. You were unsure if he really didn’t remember, or if he was trying to make all of this more painful for you. 

If he actually didn’t remember, you wouldn’t have minded if your floor swallowed you whole right then. 

“Nevermind,” You muttered, letting the side of your brain that told you were overthinking everything he had said to you earlier completely take over.

Before you could pull your phone away from your ear to end the call, Steve started speaking. “No, wait, what did I say?” 

“The whole ‘making it up to me’ thing,” You told him, feeling so awkward repeating the words from hours ago that had been so stuck on your mind. You sighed as you shook your head. “Y’know I’ve never been this nervous talking to you before. Things were so much easier when you were just an asshole to me.”

“Why are you nervous?” It was almost too easy to hear the smirk in his voice.

“No, answer my question,” You told him. “Did you mean it?” 

Much to your surprise, he didn’t hesitate with his answer. “Yes, I meant it.”

“Okay.” You felt yourself nodding at that, letting his words truly sink in. 

“Okay?” He sounded confused by your one-word response.

You didn’t say anything to that. Instead, you let a silence take over as you let your thoughts run for a minute and you hadn’t realized how long you’d been quiet until you heard Steve ask, “You still there?”

“Yeah, Yeah, I’m here,” You said softly. “Can I come over?” 

“Yes.” His response was almost immediate. “You should. I want you to.”

Hearing that eased away your nervousness.

And when you hung up with him after saying that you’d be at his place in thirty minutes, and you were then left with your own thoughts before you slipped on a pair of shoes and left your apartment, it didn’t come back. 

And when you knocked on his door and he greeted you with an easy smile that led to him kissing you after a few silent moments of you simply staring at one another, it still didn’t come back. 

It was almost weird how all of it didn’t feel weird or wrong. Somehow it actually felt right.  

There was still the question that had racked your mind earlier that day, though, that had still yet to be answered— What did all of this mean? 

And now it was mixed with another, and probably even more important, question— What exactly was about to change because of this?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

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don’t talk ,, b.c

🧷 requested by anon !! hope I did ur ask justice 🫶 also, requested tag for @mimussyy !!

🎐 family issues and angst ;; lots of cursing/swearing ;; hurt/comfort ;;

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“baby you should really try talking to em again.”

he refers to your family, with whom you haven’t spoken to in ages.

your mother, especially.

as a child, and as an adolescent, your mother was never someone you turned to.

always shunning you, turning you away when you need help with something, any sort of guidance.

but when she did give you attention? it was always to degrade you, tell you you’re clothes, hair, interests, the things you wished to pursue in life, that they were all stupid and ridiculous, that they would never get anywhere in life.

you didn’t think of them again until you saw a post your mother made of your parents on a trip with your siblings. it had filled you with a sense of jealousy and sadness, which your ever so observant boyfriend noticed.

“chris.. you know how they treated me. they made me not wanna LIVE. I can’t exactly forgive all they did.”

“baby girl, I know they’re bad, but maybe they’ve matured now, maybe now that they see how successful you are, maybe they’ll understand, and want to rekindle the relationship.”

you sigh, looking up at your boyfriend from where he’s standing next to you on your barstool. “channie, I don’t think that’s such a good idea..”

he pouts slightly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “c’mon baby, please? for me? and hey, I’ll be here if it goes south, alright?”

you lean your head on his, and he plants a kiss on your cheek.

“alright,” you start, much to your internal protest, “I’ll do it.”

;;

much to your surprise, you find yourself in your car on your way to your parents home.

you groan to yourself. that handsome guy you call your boyfriend is sure as hell lucky you love him.

stopping in a parking spot close to his house, you throw your head back against the headrest with a thunk.

I’m really doing this.

jesus, chan. you’re one pretty guy. lucky for you.

you huff, undo your seatbelt, grab your bag and keys, and get out of the car, and walk the longer-than-you-thought distance to the front door.

with what feels like sloth speed, you move your finger to the doorbell.

you wait, until finally, after what feels like ages, your father opens the door.

he gives a small smile.

you give a nervous smile in return, and a small wave. “hey dad.”

“hey, kid. long time no see.”

he opens the door wider, to let you in.

you chuckle. “yeah, been a while, hasn’t it?”

your father gives a short laugh, and you stop as you see your mother in the kitchen, seeming to make good. she hasn’t noticed you yet, as if she ever wanted to.

but you set your past aside for the time being, and walk to the kitchen island.

you take a deep breath, and speak to the woman who made your life feel like hell for 17 years for the first time in three years.

“hey, mom.”

she halts her hand chopping on the board, and turns to look at you, her eyes widening.

“oh.. hey, hun.”

you share a stare at each other for what feels like eternity, before your father snaps you out of your state.

“hey, uh, we got snacks ready. you want some snacks kiddo?”

you nod, looking at your father with a small smile.

you sit together on the couch, making small talk and watching tv while munching on some snacks.

until, you feel the mood ruin.

your mother steps into the room, holding bowls of pasta.

macaroni to be specific.

fuck. that’s your favorite.

she hands you a bowl with a tight lipped smile, and hands a bowl to your father with an accompanied kiss to his head.

she sits in between the two of you to eat her own noodles.

it’s awkward silence now, neither one of you knowing what to say.

until your mother opens her mouth.

“so, uh, how are you, hun?”

you turn to look at her. “I’m fine, mom.”

“how, uh.. has your life been? what do you do?”

“well, I have a boyfriend and we’ve been together for four years, I’m working in the art industry and making good money, and-“

“art? see, I told you that wouldn’t get anywhere.”

god. not even a minute in?

“it’s getting me places, mom, and I said I’m making good money, my boyfriend makes good money too and he’s actually the leader of a band-“

she cuts you off with a laugh. “a band? huh, never knew you went for downgrades.”

this only fueled your anger. you couldn’t help but raise your voice. “mom, he’s anything but a downgrade. he takes care of me, he’s super sweet and probably the most handsome and caring guy I’ve ever known.”

she scoffs. “I bet it’s just so he can fuck you, that’s all guys want. especially from sluts.”

your eyes widen. “what the fuck did you call me?”

your dad looks at you wearily. “kid..”

“no!” you practically yell, and swivel your attention back to your mother. “god you are such a bitch. you were NEVER there for me, you always degraded my shit, you NEVER made me feel welcome in my own fucking home. I never felt like I could talk to you, but you expected so much from me. why? so you could use me as a slave? as someone to lean your troubles on? that I never fucking wanted? I knew coming here was a bad idea. you just can’t keep your damn mouth shut about me can you?”

she gawps at you, before standing up and huffing. “I don’t see what the problem is. we both know you’ll end up coming back in the end, you’ve always needed me, you’ve never been one to cut people off.”

“like you know! you were never fucking there for me! y’know what? fuck you. fuck you and your bullshit words when we know full well that I’m more successful than you, that I don’t fucking need you. I’m so done with this, im so done with YOU.”

“you don’t mean that.”

“yes, I fucking do. fuck you mom. dad?”

he looks at you, not knowing what to say.

“I advise divorcing her before it’s too late.”

and with that, you give your mom one final look, before stomping towards the front door, grabbing your shit and getting ready to leave, before you feel a hand grip your arm, you turn your head.

it’s your mother.

“if you leave, you’re never coming back.”

“good. have a nice life, bitch.”

you release your arm from her grip, and walk out the front door, and slam it shut, walking to your car and immediately pulling out and driving home.

on the way there, your rage turns to stress, and tears start slowly streaming down your face.

as soon as you pull into the parking lot of your apartment, you trudge up your stairs and barge through the door, making your boyfriend flinch from his spot on the couch.

“oh hey love what’s-“ as soon as he sees you with tears falling down your face, he gives a sympathetic smile and stands up, opening his arms. “c’mere princess.”

you rush into his arms, practically jumping on him, and he sits down, holding you in his arms as you sob into his neck.

he sighs sadly, kissing your neck as your body wracks itself with sobs and cries.

he runs his fingers through your hair, and finally, after what feels like forever, you lift your head up, and sniffle.

chan gives you a sad smile, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. “baby.. what happened?”

you pout, holding onto his forearm as you recall what happened. he listens to your words intently, leaving kisses on your hand as he watches you with kind eyes.

he sighs once more. “my love, I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have made you go see them.”

you shake your head. “it’s ok, it’s not like you knew my own mother would call me a slut.”

he gives a sad pout. “why would she even call you that?”

“well, I told her about you and how great you are, and she basically said I was only with you for sex, especially sluts, gesturing towards me.”

“aw, baby I bet she’s just jealous you have better and more sex than she does.”

you giggle. “yea, bet she’s mad you’re hot and dick me down like she’s never felt.”

he shakes his head, gently rubbing your waist. “you’re silly, baby girl.”

you kiss his forehead. “so are you, channie.”

he gently cups your face, and you lean forward as he catches your lips in a gentle kiss, and you lovingly sigh, wrapping your arms around him.

he pulls away after a bit. “my pretty baby.”

you giggle again, kissing his nose. “can we take a shower, channie? I’m tired.”

he kisses your shoulder. “of course, baby girl.”

he stands up, holding you as he walks to the bathroom.

you sigh against his shoulder.

he may be a lucky guy, but you’re even luckier.

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AHHH THIS TOOK ME SO LONG AGDHHDHE

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Presents

Pairing :  John Price x f!reader. (Reader is medic , call sign : Chameleon )

Summary: 141 boys getting their early presents. Including a very surprised one for Price himself. Slight crack-ish fun :) not beta'd.

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”. Continuation of Little secret series. Thanks for @captainpriceslover for her inspiration for the fic Trinkets, this is kind of continuation from that fic too.

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“.... What’s in these boxes Captain? New gadgets for the mission?” Soap stared at the boxes his Captain sat down on the desk.

“Christmas Presents.” Price grumbled. He pushed one box each in front of Soap and Gaz, two towards Ghost.

Soap frowned. “It’s only October. Not even time for Christmas shopping yet.” he lifted the box up, trying to rattle it. “Jesus hell, it's a bit heavy.” 

“Hum. Mine is a bit lighter, and sounds like there are things rolling around..” Gaz mumbled.

“Blame my wife. She insisted you boys have the presents early as we wouldn’t be around for the festive season.”  

Price loves his wife. He tried to keep her a secret as long as possible but the big gossiper of Ghost “accidently” let it slip about her existence and cue the two nosy boys immediately went and hunted her down in the infirmary. He was actually quite surprised as smart as Gaz and Soap are, it took them this long to catch on, even seeing you and their child during Simon’s wedding. 

Gaz and soap peeked into the infirmary, currently void of any patient, and saw you sitting in the corner, sipping on a cup of coffee while shuffling through patient notes.

Hearing the creak of the door, you saw the two men trying to push each other into the room. “Hello, I see you two have found me.” Chuckling as you wave at them to come and take a seat as you push your laptop and paper works aside. “What can I do for you? Did my husband send you two out to drag me out from here?”

“We just want to see the person who beated some sense into our Captain.” Gaz elbowed Soap as he blurted out. Two of them proceeded to bombard you with all sorts of questions. How did you two meet? Who asks who out? How old is the kid? You patiently answered all their questions, trying to satisfy their curiosity. You two “officially”met during the Amsterdam mission, Price asked you out (surprisingly), little Kyle is turning ten soon, a football fanatic just like his father. 

Everything slowly became clearer to Gaz, the amused smile his Captain showed, when he introduced himself during the Piccadilly. 

The occasional sad smile when his Captain checks his private phone during their long mission away. 

The eagerness when they unexpectedly complete the mission and get to return back to the UK early.

He was eager to return to his family. To you and his young son. 

Three of them had a good chatting session afterward. They found out you have been in the SAS longer than both of them, they are really surprised they haven’t really noticed you around, even with the amount of times the men have been in and out of the infirmary or on mission.

“Remember what my call sign is? Chameleon. I am very good at blending in,unnoticed.” She explained with a little smile. 

You seem to be a very quiet but determined person. Gaz and Soap can see the resemblance in personality in both of you and Price. No wonder Price has fallen for you. He thought. Someone who is just a workaholic but devoted to each other. 

Ghost’s brow went up a bit when he opened his box, Gaz looked over, a skull shaped soap dispenser?? And two little cute animal soap dispensers in there. 

“She meant to give that to you when we moved.” Price shrugged as he lit up a cigar, a smirk on his face. “The other box is for Mini. Those two little dispensers are for Tiny and Aileen.” 

“WHY IS THIS BOX FULL OF SOAP?” Soap cried, he sniffed himself. “Do I stink? Is she trying to say I stink? Oh Gosh Emma never told me I stink…”

Gaz opened up the lid of the box, in there he found a few fancy looking hand-made soaps,

“Soap… I got a few blocks of it too, don't worry. Seems she thinks both of us stink equally.” Gaz laughed. Underneath the blocks of soap, he also found a new set of knitting needles, crochet hooks and different colour yarns, You remembered, to Gaz’s surprise, during that initial conversation he mentioned to you his side hobbies are knitting and crocheting, crafty skill he learnt from his grandmother, which he found soothing and meditative to get his mind away from the bloodshed. Pulling out the yarns, he noticed right at the bottom there is also a little booklet of patterns for …. Baby clothes? 

Gaz frowned. He’s not expecting any babies. He doesn’t even have a partner! What are you trying….OH.

Turning towards Price. “.... are you two expecting?” He asked. 

Turning his head away from watching Soap’s self-wallowing and Ghost quietly happy with his little gag  present, Price slowly turned and looked at Gaz, he could see confusion in his Captain’s eyes.

“ What made you say that?”

Gaz holds up the book.

“..... are you not telling me something Gaz?” Price’s eyes narrowed, throwing the question back at him.

“Captain, you know I definitely don’t have anyone in my life at the moment. And I DEFINITELY did not knock anyone up.”

Price went all quiet. Gaz could see him trying to process the information. 

All of sudden, he stood up, startling all three of them and marched out of the office, towards the infirmary. 

“....what is going on?” Soap looked at Gaz, and back to Ghost. 

“ I think he just got a pleasant surprise gift himself too.” 

Moments later, they could hear your scream,followed by you insisting your husband to put you back down, to everyone’s jaw dropping and stares as Price bridal carried you out of the infirmary, along the corridor, heading towards the front gate, trying to get you home to rest. 

The day the whole barrack finally realised Captain John Price and you are actually married to each other. 

Sorry @captainpriceslover, as with all my stories, it takes turn unexpectly as I write them :P

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#call of duty #captain john price #john price x you #john price x reader #john price imagine #john price #john price x y/n #captain price x reader #captain price #captain price x y/n #captain john price x reader #captain john price x you #captain john price x female reader #crack fic

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Tangerines and deers- Part 1

Tangerine x reader

Mentions of: getting laid but no actual getting laid (ik ik sad) murder (obviously)

You’re ladybugs partner, And you just happen to run into some cute British guy.

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Ladybug and you made your way through the train, he just happened to run into the same conductor. You had your ticket, but he didn’t have his.

He told him to leave, and then you quickly moved to the side of the train and Ladybug did the same as he saw the gun in the man’s hand.

“Joburg.”

“What?”

“I’ve seen him before.. fuck.” Ladybug whispered to you, as you two ran back. He ran into a person who was dressed up. They both fell to the ground, and the person dressed up grabbed the briefcase and would not let go of it.

“Give it!”

You sighed and kicked it in the back, making the person in the suit fall again and the briefcase went the other way.

“Thanks.” Ladybug said, grabbing it as they ran to the exit. But the door closed as soon as they got there.

“Ah shitballs! That wasn’t a minute.”

“Ehh.. I really think they should give people more than a minute.“ you said.

“Agreed.” He sighed.

————————————————————-

“Shit! Fuck! No.” He said, while on the phone with Marie.

“Shit fuck. what?”

“Oh deer.”

You were behind the man with the mustache, not even paying attention to who he was. You had split up with ladybug to see if anything was suspicious but really he was annoyed by you sometimes.

While you scrolled on your phone you accidentally ran into him.

“Oh uh- 申し訳ありませんでした。私は注意を払っていませんでした.”

“Uh- sorry. I don’t speak Japanese.”

“Oh, shit, I’m really sorry, sir. I wasn’t paying attention and-“

“No, no, you’re fine.” He said, with a small smile.

(Aaron Taylor Johnson is 5’11 btw…)

You would admit, he was very attractive. And very British.

You continued talking with him and told him you were trying to find your friend.

Then, you entered and got quickly pulled aside by someone. His phone buzzed and he looked behind to see if the woman was still behind him.

Nope. Weird, she just disappeared. He thought.

Ladybug covered your mouth, you quickly swatted his hands away from your face as he watched the man carefully.

“Hello?” He said.

“The white death wanted to know why you stepped off train.” The man on the other end had said.

“Wanted some fresh air.” He replied.

“Your orders were to stay on the train.”

“I didn’t realize I was gettin’ a babysitter to come cut my bollocks. I’m a professional. We’re making sure the case and his son are perfectly safe. Can I please go do my job now?”

“If something is go wrong…” the man said but he hung up.

“Oh, very kind of you. Thank you very much. See a pretty girl and then she disappears. Of course.” He said, looking around again. He put his phone in his pocket and looked in the mirror before he saw something.

Wait, pretty?

“Fuck me! Jesus Christ.” He jumped.

“It’s very rude, talking on the phone, on the train in Japan.” Ladybug said. And the man came up to him and noticed you from earlier.

“This your friend?” He said looking at you, in disbelief.

“Nope. Don’t know this guy at all.”

“Unbelievable.” The Brit scoffed and closed the curtain.

“Shove that fuckin’ hat up your fuckin’ asshole, you hear me?”

Ladybug struggled to restrain himself.

“Fuck this job.”

“What the hell was that for? You ruined my chances at getting laid. Again. For a fifth time.”

“Because, that’s one of the twins. And he was looking for the case.”

“Twins?“

“Yeah. Not really though. They look nothing alike.”

———

“I knew we should have got an upgrade. Fuck all.” Tangerine said as he walked past a girl.

“I beg your pardon, sorry. I- I wasn’t aware there was a young lady present. Apologize.” He stopped before asking another question “You didn’t happen to see someone come by with a silver briefcase, did ya? There’s a little train sticker by the handle.”

“Actually, yeah, a man with black framed glasses had it. He said something about a deer. He went that way.” She pointed to the way he came from.

The man sighed heavily.

“Thank you, love.” He went over there.

“That fucking bastard.” He talked to himself.

Lemon got a text.

“GUY IN BLACK GLASSES.”

“GIRL WITH H/C HAIR.”

“STOP THEM.”

A man suddenly sat across from him, and a girl stood beside the table.

“Hi. There’s a gun under this table—“

“Shhh. This is the quiet car. Gotta use your small inside voice in here, son.”

Ladybug spoke quietly now “There’s a gun underneath this table pointed right at you, so I would-“

“I can’t really hear what you’re saying.”

“There’s a gun-“ he spoke louder now.

A lady shushed him. And lemon laughed.

“You shhh.” You mocked her.

“I’m just fuckin’ with you, mate.”

“It’s been a long time since Johannesburg.”

“Yeah. Who the fuck are you two?”

“I’m deer, He’s-“ you started before getting cut off by ladybug.

“Really. You don’t remember me?”

“You look like every white homeless man I’ve ever seen.”

“I do not- do I?” He looked at you.

“You kinda do. But you also look like a less attractive version of Ethan Hawke.”

“Okay. Well, I have something I believe your- Really? You don’t remember me?” He took off his glasses.

“I remember Johannesburg but I don’t remember you.”

“You shot me.”

“I shoot a lot of people.”

“You shot me twice.”

“Well you also have a shootable face.”

You snickered silently and he just gave you a look.

“It’s funny, what? Looks like you’re not the only comedian on this train.”

“I know your black framed glasses and you’re h/c hair. The cheeky fuckers who took our briefcase.”

“Yes. Yes, we are.”

“Mm..”

“You know, I’ve done a lot of personal work since Joburg. I’ve forgiven, I’ve moved on. I’ve learned that with any potential conflict there’s an opportunity for growth, a path to a peaceful outcome. That’s what I’m trying to teach this little fucker.” He pointed to you, and you just rolled your eyes.

“We’re both contract killers. There’s nothing nice about murder.” you said.

“Yeah but you’re more of an asshole than me.”

And so ladybug went on and on about how he tried to change the way he worked and blah blah blah.

“Uh, real quick, Every day is a fucking headache with you, innit?”

“Yup.” You sighed, sitting down next to the sleeping man on the other side.

“Right. You and your partner-“

“I’m Lemon, hes tangerine.”

“Oh yeah, do you by any chance have his number?” You asked his partner.

“I do.. why?”

“No reason.” You smirked.

“Ignore her. Wait, lemon like.. the fruit?”

“Blessings.”

“Mm.”

“What’s your plan here?” Lemon asked.

“Here’s the plan, me and my partner give you back your cases, you don’t kill us. You give your case to your employer, he doesn’t kill you. You’re alive, we’re alive, everyone’s happy. Win- win don’t you think?”

“How do you know whoever hired you won’t kill you for failing your job? Lose- lose. No happy.”

“Man, I just wanna get off this train. Go see a Zen garden and some shit, you know?”

“After this can we can go see a zen garden? I quite like those.” You thought of last weekend when he took you to one.

“Sure.”

“I’d like to accept your offer.” Lemon said

“Great.”

“But then you went and killed someone. Didn’t you?”

“How did you know…?”

“Wasn’t exactly subtle.”

#tangerine x reader #tangerine #bullet train #aaron taylor johnson #bullet train x reader #lord he’s so fine

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- Awake With You -

JJ Maybank x Male Reader

CW: None, just fluff

Back at it again with the jj maybank stuff-

X

Night has overtaken the East coast- the moonlight that comes in through Y/n’s window is barely enough to light up his dark room. 

Shadows overtake each corner, and it seems the only spot where the light reaches is at the top of the bed- right on Y/n and JJ’s faces.

Neither boy is able to sleep, their faces short of peaceful. Eyes forced shut in sad attempts at sleep, and frowns taking their lips. JJ is the first to open his eyes.

“…Y/n.” His whisper is loud already, without the bursting silence all around them. Y/n shifts slightly, opening one eye in curiosity. An hour of laying there, slowly losing his mind, and he wasn’t sure if the voice was real or if his mind is running wild. 

“Y/n.” JJ repeats himself, a bit louder, and confirms to the boy that it is, in fact, real.

“Yes, JJ?” Y/n asks tiredly, his voice hushed but not quite a whisper. He hears shuffling right next to his ear, the pillow moving under his head while JJ turns on his side.

“I can’t sleep.” He says simply, giving up on whispering. Y/n moves his arm to rest beneath his head, eyes scanning the blue ones across from him. 

“Me neither.” 

Though his eyelids are drooping, his voice low, Y/n feels a sense of relief talking instead of laying in the deafening silence for another hour. Through the shadows and in their spotlight, the h/c watches his boyfriend open his mouth once more.

No words are to follow, but instead, a low rumble echoes through the room.

JJ’s mouth snaps shut, eyes darting to his stomach then right back to Y/n- who’s hiding a smirk. 

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I can hear you smiling.” 

The boy shakes his head fondly, biting back the smallest hint of a laugh. JJ, of course, notices this too but doesn’t argue again.

“Jesus, do you have any food in here?” He  asks instead, shuffling again so his back is pressed into the mattress. 

Slowly, the two boys look at each other. 

Y/n raises an eyebrow, JJ cocks his head. An agreement.

“Yup- get up.” 

“Let’s go.”

***

The streets are mostly empty, seeing that no one except the two boys are willing to trudge through the dark streets and into an also empty grocery store at this hour. 

Y/n stands closest to the street, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets and tired eyes guiding him down the sidewalk. JJ is right next to him, wearing a sweatshirt and khakis from the day prior. They look a bit messy, hair still ruffled from Y/n’s pillows, but it’s not like many people are watching them.

JJ walks clumsily, multiple times bumping Y/n’s shoulder because he’d stumbled across the sidewalk. Neither of them acknowledge it, though, already seeing the illuminated parking lot a block ahead. 

It’s, as predicted, near empty inside the store- aside from a few cashiers who would give anything to be at home right now, and a few late night shoppers. Y/n and JJ walk right past them, straight into the aisles. 

“Ooh- could we get this?”

“Now why do you need raw pasta?”

JJ shrugs, though he does put the box back on to the shelf. “You never know, babe. Might need some pasta.” 

They wander until they’re surrounded by the sweet smell of candy - colorful, plastic bags full of it to their left and to their right. 

Standing at the head of the aisle, the two boys scan the shelves quickly, JJ walking forward first. 

He stops in front of the chocolates, a small bag of Milky Ways and Twix bars sat right next to each other on display. There’s a look of contemplation on his face, eyes darting between the two. 

“You want Milky Ways or Twix?” He asks, eyes not moving for he feels Y/n’s presence right beside him. 

“Uhhh, I don’t know, you choose.” 

The blonde scoffs at Y/n’s unhelpful answer. 

“Oh c’mon, really-“ he notices, from the corner of his eye, Y/n grabbing a pack of Oreos and walking towards the head of the aisle. 

“I’m getting us drinks.” 

“Fine, get me an-“

“Arizona, I know.” 

Y/n disappears from sight, leaving JJ to ponder the secrets behind two fairly similar chocolate bars, alone. He walks down the tiled floor until he’s standing between multiple cans, all lined down the white shelves, starting at Energy Drinks and ending with the Coke products.

He grabs an Arizona off the shelf, then walks until he’s in front of the f/d cans- and just like his boyfriend, looks at them with contemplation heavy in his gaze. 

He stands with arms crossed, feet slightly apart, and bounces between two different flavors, unsure how to decide. No longer paying attention to much else- Y/n zones out in the middle of a grocery store aisle, lost in thought until something pulls him back. 

JJ’s warm arms wrap around the boy’s torso, a pressure lightly warming his back at the new presence. His chin rests on Y/n’s shoulder, the soft fabric of his hoodie. 

Y/n notices the bag held in JJ’s hand, brown and wrinkled around the corners. He’d gone with the Milky Ways.

“You almost done?” The blonde asks, his voice low in the valley of Y/n’s collarbone. Deciding not to give it a second thought, he reaches out and grabs the f/d drink and turns to face his boyfriend. 

“All set.”

 They stand in front of the clearly exhausted cashier, who is perhaps a few years older than them, and Y/n fumbles with the zipper of his wallet.

“Could you do that any slower.” JJ jokes, whispering into the shell of Y/n’s ear. The words make him smile, jutting his elbow into the blonde’s ribs. 

“Shut up.” He whispers back, their voices just barely louder than the beeping coming from cashier’s scanner. JJ’s hand lands on Y/n’s waist, right as the latter finds two 20’s in his wallet. 

And soon enough they’re out of the store again, a plastic bag hanging from Y/n’s knuckles and another rumbling laugh hanging in the air. They’re so tired their bodies seem to kick into autopilot, running off the last of their energy. 

“What time is it right now-“

“Like fuck I know, J.” 

The salty smell of the ocean’s running tide strengthens the closer they get to the beach, and every step off the paved sidewalk puts another grain of sand into their shoes.

Settling on a random spot on the vast beach, the h/c teen lays on his back and lets go of the bag. Though, he hears the plastic rustling next to his arm as JJ pulls out his drink and the package of Oreos. He grunts quietly, cracking open the Arizona and laying next to Y/n- creating a subtle warmth between their two bodies. 

“Pass me an Oreo, J.” Y/n doesn’t look away from the sky, admiring the subtle hints of stars that are sprinkled across the dark plain. 

Two cookies are dropped on his chest, and he messily picks them up and drops them into his mouth. 

“Fanks,” the words are muffled by the chocolate.

“You’re welcome.” There’s a hint of a smile behind JJ’s voice, that Y/n manages to pick up on every time. Silence follows, comfortable silence, aside from the quiet fizz of their drinks and crunch of the cookies. 

“Why is the sand so much more comfortable than the bed.”

Y/n turns his head to the side, watching JJ’s figure, his soft skin. “You insulting my bed, J?”

“Oh I’d never,” JJ is looking right back at him now, pupils inflating slightly when they catch eyes. “Just stating observations, that’s all.” He winks.

Y/n barks out a quick, short laugh. “Last I checked my bed doesn’t leave sand in my clothes-“ his voice is so thick with a smile, yet there’s a tiredness lying under all his words. JJ snickers, copying the turn of his lips, before rolling over onto the warmth of Y/n’s chest. 

A (s/t) arm is thrown around his body, like a reflex- followed by a low hum. 

“Y’think we could sleep here..?” 

Y/n smiles, softly. “No…” he mumbles.

“Y’sure?” JJ asks, still talking into warm hoodie fabric. Y/n continues to smile.

“Also no…”

The moon shines a grateful bloom onto the beach, for at that moment, only it has the pleasure of bathing in Y/n’s smile, beamed up at the sky while he himself bathes in a loving warmth. Quickly, he leans down and presses a firm kiss in his messy blonde hair. 

Maybe they will end up there, the rest of the night with rare privacy on the beach. Or maybe they will eventually trudge back up to Y/n’s house, in through the window back into the unkept sheets they left behind. 

But for now, nothing matters except for this moment. 

#jj maybank x male reader #outerbanks #outerbanks x male reader #jj maybank

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Burning Rubber

Chapter Nine

F1 Masterlist

Burning Rubber Masterlist

Word Count: 2,655

Summary: Azha accepts her feelings for Lando while he is back in Monaco, but will she finally act upon them when he comes back?

Warnings: nightmare, dream about a shooting, Lando and Azha being lovesick puppies

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Azha’s POV

Physical therapy has been going great so far. Although some days are tougher than others. Lando and Liana have been helping me a lot when they can, well more like when I let them. The day after I had come home Lando had taken me out to dinner, it was the sweetest thing ever. I truly was not expecting to go to some fancy restaurant. He had gotten me flowers and was such a gentleman the entire night, until he had told the staff it was my birthday, it wasn't. I can still see him grinning as they came out with two slices of red velvet cake and a sparkler shining bright as they sang to me. Regardless, I had an amazing time. He said the dinner was a celebration for me coming home, alive and well. I'm not going to lie, it made my eyes water and made the feelings I have tried to bury deep down grow immensely. 

He had to fly back to Monaco for a little bit which I was sad about. He didn’t want to leave but I told him he should go check on his place and do what he needs to do. I'll be fine. My phone dinged with a notification as I sit in the passenger seat of Liana’s car headed to grab some lunch after PT. Clicking on it I see that Lando is live on Twitch. I smiled hearing the Brit’s voice. “Can’t go a day without him can you?” Liana teased. I reached over the center console and pinched her arm as my eyes stayed focused on my phone. “Focus on traffic and not what I’m doing.” I replied. After several minutes of scooting along the interstate the car came to a stop, “Jesus not like I’m starving or anything.” Liana muttered, I hummed in agreement realizing we would be here for a while more than likely. “Turn up the radio.” I say hearing a familiar chorus play, ‘I’ve made enough mistakes, but you’re on my side. I guess we found love. I’m on your side babe, never moving sideways’ played through the speakers. 

I wasn’t quite sure where I had first heard this song but I couldn’t remember the name of it, too lazy to shazam it. My eyes went back to my phone watching Lando’s stream as he tried to play fortnite. My heart began to beat harder in my chest hearing another part of the song, ‘Every day is such a test. Battle of the mind, The world will make you cold. Not being in your arms, Is what I don't like’ It made me think over the memories of the past weeks with Lando. Had my feelings really grown to be that deep? I had grown used to being in his arms that now with him being thousands of miles away it was hard to sleep at night without him near. I grabbed Liana’s phone pulling up his stream as I went to my contacts to call him, he wouldn’t mind he was muted talking to chat anyway waiting for the next match. 

The phone rang as I held it to my ear watching as he reached for his. “Oh, chat! It’s Azha calling, everyone say Hi!” He smiled then answered, placing me on speaker, “Hello love, how are you?” He asked. I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach before answering, “Hey, I’m doing alright aside from sitting in traffic starving.” I replied watching as he watched his begin to flood with so many messages. “You haven’t eaten yet?” He asked. “No, Liana and I were on our way to get something after pt but it’ll have to wait. That’s not why I called though.” I spoke. He raised his eyebrow, “Okay why’d you call then ya muppet?” “Well I thought to text you about it but I figured it was a silly thing to text over. I just heard a song and it reminded me of you, it was beautiful like you. I think you’d like it honestly.” I replied, grinning watching as his cheeks flushed pink and his smile widened. “Well what’s the song then?” “I don’t remember, I’ll look it up and send it to you. Enjoying being back home? I’ve seen that you’ve been Christmas shopping” I say looking out the window hearing sirens fly by, must be an accident ahead of us. He nodded, “Ah miss me that much that you’re watching the fan pages now? No, yeah Monaco’s great. I actually got you something just last night I think you’ll like, can’t wait to bring it home to you.” He answered. “You didn't have to get me anything, and yes I miss you ya muppet who else is supposed to be my McDonald’s run at 2 am person.” I reply softly. He laughed, “Yeah I know but I wanted to, you deserve it after everything ya know?” He replied.

“Ah I just laid out my heart just now to you and I get nothing back? I hope you lose this next match Norris.” I teased. “No, no, don't wish that on me! I miss you too, just a couple more days and we’ll be back to our late night adventures.” He replied. Before I could reply a voice rang through his computer speakers, “Stop chatting to your girlfriend mate! We’ve got things to do here!” I felt my face warm at the person’s words. Lando shook his head at his friend before turning his attention back to his phone, “I’ll FaceTime you later.” I said and he nodded, “I’ll text you when I’m finished streaming. Be safe and eat something soon.” He replied, I rolled my eyes at his protective nature. “Okay will do dad, have fun. Bye chat! Bye Lando.” I said before he said his goodbyes and we hung up. 

Finally back at home after getting our lunch to go I sit outside by the firepit thinking. How life has changed in the past year. I truly didn’t think I would be here living the life that I currently have. After Giannis I didn’t think I would meet someone that has caught my attention the way Lando has. Looking at the evening sky, I finally come to terms with the feelings I harbor for a certain British McLaren driver. My phone ringing brought me out my thoughts. Picking it up from beside me I noticed that it was Lando. I slide my finger to accept the call, greeted by the smiling Brit. “Hey.” he said, “Hey yourself.” I said propping my phone on the couch. “Are you not cold?” He asks and I look down at my outfit and I shake my head, “No why would I be?” I question. He shrugged, “Isn’t it like 14 degrees?” I giggle, “Not everyone was taught to live off the Celsius degree system Norris. It’s 59 and pretty nice actually, not too cold but I can’t complain the fire is lit keeping me warmer.” I tell him as he nods, “Okay miss fancy whatever, how was pt? Sorry I couldn’t talk much earlier.” I wave him off, “It’s fine I understand. PT was fine, they say I’m making a lot of progress quickly but it doesn’t feel like it. I guess I just wish it was over already and that way I wouldn’t feel so helpless.” I sigh, pulling up my left leg and resting my head against it while keeping my eyes on the Brit. “Well that’s good if they’re saying that right? It’ll be over before you know it and then you’ll be back to racing and start your first season as a professional drifter.” He replied, I nodded and we continued to talk about anything and everything that has been going on since we last saw each other.

Skip to past Christmas, two days before NYE

“Azha you’ve met his family and practically spent Christmas together, why do you think he’s not into you?” Ria’s voice carried through the speakers of my car. I sigh, “I don’t know Ria maybe because I look nothing like the previous girls nor do I act like them. I’m more rough around the edges and lord knows I’m no model with the societal ‘perfect body’. I’m sure many people have met his family.” I tell her, I could sense her disapproval through the phone. “Azha I am going to say this as nicely as possible, get your head out of your ass. What other man would have stayed around this long through all the bullshit? Like truly think about that. I know you’re scared after your ex but Lando would never do any of those things to you. And I’m not saying this because I am his friend, I’m saying it because it's the truth. I know words mean nothing but his actions have proved to everyone how much he is into you. You should’ve seen how devastated when he was there at the hospital waiting for updates. He was terrified to lose you, still probably is. Come on, even you’ve said that you’ve accepted that there are feelings there for him, act on them! Both of you are scared to make the first move but until one of you does, you will never know the answer to those questions in your head. So what if you don’t look like his ex flings and girlfriends, they're the past for a reason, love.” She stated. I sat there silently processing her words and looking back on everything. Maybe she was right. “You really think so?” I whispered. “Yes! Now either you make the first move or somehow get him to please. We’re all tired of watching this cat and mouse bullshit.” She replied. 

I laughed loudly and seen Lando coming back to the car with our drinks, “Okay okay fine. I’ll talk to you later alright?” I say as Lando opens the door and climbs in aware that I’m on the phone and closes the door softly. “Yeah you better, love you darling talk to you soon.” She says and hangs up after I say my goodbyes. Lando then hands me my smoothie, “Was that Ria?” he asked while placing his straw in his punch. I nodded, “Yeah we were just having a small chat while you were inside.” I replied before taking a sip of my drink. Sighing at the taste, always the best. “What about?” He asked, looking at me. I shake my head, “It wouldn’t be girl talk if you knew now would it, Norris?” I counter. He gasped and placed his hand over his heart in faux shock, “And here I thought all the times we did those face masks, gossiped, and I helped you do your nails that I was an honorary member of the girl gang.” I giggled at his antics, “You’d have to ask her but I doubt she would tell you either.” He shook his head as he started the car and drove out of the parking lot, “Nope! Keep your secrets, she can be your new person to go on late night adventures.” He replied. “Yeah right you would be jealous if I chose her to take your spot. You’re lucky you’re attractive or she would have it.” I teased. He wiggles his brows and looks at me, “So you think I’m attractive.” He grinned, I laughed and shook my head not wanting to voice what I really thought. You were more than attractive Lando Norris, you are perfect to me in every sense of the word.

Laying in my bed later that night I move to lay on my side as a dream plays behind my eyelids. Chaos. That was all I could use to describe this moment. I wasn’t even sure how he had found me. Giannis grabbed me by my hair and dragged me into my house, “Where is he Azha? Don’t fucking lie to me I know you’ve been cheating on me since I got locked up. I told you I would come for you.” He yelled. I could hear footsteps approaching as I sat on the ground sobbing. “Get your hands off of her!” Lando spit out. My head snapped towards him and I began to violently shake my head. “No! Lando you have to go, please you’re not safe here.” I tried to beg but he shook his head, “I’m not leaving you here with him.” He said as he stormed to Giannis and threw the first punch. I just sat there frozen until I seen that Giannis had Lando on the ground. He held something shiny in his hands. “No!” I screamed running towards them as the gunshot rang out. Before the dream could continue I felt someone shaking me awake, “Hey, hey you’re alright. I promise nothing is going to happen to you. You’re safe here.” The voice said. I hadn’t realized I was crying until I felt wetness on my face as I sniffled and I recognized the cologne, “Lando?” My voice croaked. He grabbed my face softly and began to wipe away my tears. “I’m here. I'm here.” He repeated softly pulling me towards him as he climbed into my bed. I grabbed onto the sweatshirt he was wearing not really believing he was there. 

Soon after I had finally calmed down, Lando sat us both up in my bed making me face him. “You want to talk about it?” He whispered. I took a deep breath as my lip started quivering, “It was Giannis, he somehow got out of jail and found me… He shot you.” My voice wavered. Lando’s eyes shined in sympathy, “Oh darling, I promise nothing will ever happen to you or me. I won’t let it. I’d fly to the furthest part of the Earth if it meant to keep you safe from him.” He said while pulling me towards him. I rested my head on his shoulder as he hugged me, rubbing his fingers along my back. 

I could feel both of our emotions were high but at that moment I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Lando?” I whispered. “Yeah? What’s up love?” He asked, I pulled away from his shoulder and looked into his eyes. It seemed like time had started to slow down around us, looking into his eyes I could see it clear as day. The thing I had been doubting for months. My hand reached up and cradled his face as I pulled him to me. My eyes fluttered shut as our lips met. They say fireworks or sparks fly when you first kiss that person, but I felt more than that. I felt like I was weightless, flying above the Earth. My worries had melted away. I felt him place his hands on my hips lifting me to straddle his lap. He kissed back with so much passion my heart felt like it would burst. I smiled and continued to kiss him. Right then in that moment I knew no one else mattered, nothing else. Just him. He was my lifeline in the tsunami of my worries. He made them disappear. It didn’t matter where I was as long as he was there, the sun and the future was brighter with him by my side. He made my life better. I wanted to live to be better for him and myself. He was my home. I was flipped onto my back, him being cautious of my leg as he deepened the kiss. Soon enough we pulled apart needing air, we smiled at each other. “I don’t think you realize how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He whispered. I chuckled and stroked his cheek lovingly, “Why’d you stop then keep going.” I muttered. He laughed and shook his head before leaning down to kiss me again. I owe Ria a dinner and a paid vacation after this I thought to myself. 

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Mikan Tsumiki VS Fluttershy [Danganronpa Survivor VS My Little Pony]

Hifumi: Mikan Tsumiki, the not-so eloquent Ultimate Nurse...

Leona: And Fluttershy, the not-so submissive Element of Kindness.

Hifumi: Kindness is compassion and love in perfect harmony. It is loving yourself enough to love those around you.

Leona: But despite their power, it seems these two clumsy, skittish, yet sweethearted companions are gonna need a little help with that...He's Hifumi, and I'm Leona!

Hifumi: And it's our job to analyze their weapons, talents and skills, to see who will win a DEATH BATTLE!

Leona: Back to standard procedure folks!

Hifumi: As we're already all familiar with by this point, Hope's Peak Academy is a school committed to assisting in the training of high school students who are at the top of their fields.

Leona: And as we mentioned before, when everyone at the academy thought their lives were set in stone, Tragedy struck! Literally

Hifumi: That of course, being the arrival of Junko Enoshima. Alongside her manipulation, scheming and casual feats of murder that she did for a bit of fun, her most notable feat of the Hope's Peak Tragedy was the brainwashing of Class 77, turning them into the Ultimate Despair, who then proceeded to wreak havoc on the world as we knew it.

Leona: Yeah, we've been over this...Though it is pretty sad. All of these guys were living such fruitful and happy lives before she came along...

Hifumi: Well, I wouldn't say ALL of them...Truth be told, aside from the likes of Izuru Kamukura and Nagito Komaeda, there is one member of the Ultimate Despair who stands out more than others...That would of course, be Mrs Mikan Tsumiki.

Leona: Huh...She seems pretty meek...

Hifumi: Well, that would be...HALF right. Mrs Tsumiki's early years were difficult, and that's putting it VERY lightly! She suffered from emotional and physical abuse at the hands of both family members and people she knew outside of that. She has talked about getting burned by cigarettes, getting smeared with mud, and getting splashed with water, among other things. The bullies would make her pay for their debts, make her eat bugs and make her act like animals, beat her up, cut her hair, draw on her, and use her as a dart target. At times, she was even told to undress.

Leona: Jesus fucking Christ! Those people are MONSTERS!

Hifumi: It's actually a lot worse than you may think. Because of the things she was subjected to, Mrs Tsumiki became so twisted, she began to see abuse as AFFECTION. Consequently, she turned into a very shy individual who believed that receiving negative treatment was preferable to receiving none at all.

Leona: What the FUCK man! Jesus, how can humanity be so fucking cruel! What did SHE do!?

Hifumi: So, it's no wonder that she ended up falling to Despair first. She was the first victim of the brainwashing, serving as Junko's guinie pig, and she took to it VERY well...Better than Junko could have dreamed.

Leona: I'm afraid to ask what you mean by that...

Hifumi: It's unclear what happened or why, but Mrs Tsumiki became sickeningly obsessed with Junko Enoshima. Like Harley Quinn with the Joker, she subjected her body and soul for the sake of Junko, and to causing as much despair as possible in her name. Her obsession was so strong, it broke through the memory suppression of the Neo World Program when she and her classmates were trapped in it, and following Junko's death, not only did she try to copulate with her corpse, but she cut out her own uterus and replaced it with the corpse's

Leona: I'm gonna be sick...!

Leona does indeed go a shade of green and turn around to vomit in the corner.

Hifumi: I had figured you already knew this...I apologize. 

Leona: Can we like...maybe take a step back? We're moving through this a bit too fast...

Hifumi: Right, right, of course...Mikan Tsumiki learned how to take care of herself at a very young age because no one was there to tend to her wounds. As her proficiency in this area increased, she developed an interest in nursing and was eventually brought on as the Ultimate Nurse by Hope's Peak Academy.

Leona: Because of this, she's very intellectual about medicine and healthcare, and on multiple occasions, she's been able to save her allies even when they're basically as good as dead. She also knows exactly how much anesthetic and painkillers to exhibit to a person to knock them out without killing them.

Hifumi: Which is extremely important to her own unique way of fighting and taking down her opponents, because believe it or not, past all the emotional damage and timid nature, this skittish nurse lady is...kind of a badass!

Leona: Mikan seems to give this idea that she's a harmless, good-for-nothing girl who couldn't hurt a fly, but NONE of this is true. If you let your guard down around her or find yourself at the end of her anger, you might find yourself being thoroughly PENATRATED by her MASSIVE...! GIRTHY...! Syringe!

Hifumi: You had me for a minute.

Leona: Given the shit this chick does, I think the dirty jokes are appropriate here.

Hifumi: In all seriousness, Mrs Tsumiki has used this syringe a few times, most notably during her confrontations with Future Foundation's Ultimate Elite Task Force, specifically the Ultimate Nail Artist, as well as Nagito Komaeda.

Leona: Why does EVERYONE want to fight Nagito Komaeda!?

Hifumi: It's not like we want to, it's just that he's VERY punchable. But the difference between her and the others whom have fought him is...believe it or not, she was able to take him out.

Leona: SHE DID!?

Hifumi: Well...KIND of...She was able to run circles around him and trap him, applying her skills with stealth and smarts to get the victory, but ultimately knocked him out by distributing repeated shots of sleeping drugs to him. This only took effect AFTER his fight with Izuru Kamukura though, so it's more like she came and got the last hit in when he was already on low health. Doesn't take away from her other achievements though.

Leona: The syringe can be used to scratch and stab a bitch with it's needle, but it also holds what is basically a tub of anesthetic medicine. If she impales someone with it and gets all up inside them, she can let her juices flow through them, and this she-devil's juices are DEADLY, even more than usual.

Hifumi: You need to stop.

Leona: If I didn't say it, you would!

Hifumi: Dirty jokes aside, anesthesia and sleeping drugs are a powerful weapon when used right, especially in the hands of someone experienced giving shots to people. Distributing enough of this can have some heavy side effects. Agitation, disorientation, lightheadedness, somnolence, dysphoria, changes in hearing, tinnitus, perioral numbness, metallic taste, and dysarthria can all result from an overdose. These warning signs and symptoms can develop into seizures, respiratory arrest, coma, and ultimately death if they are not properly identified and treated quickly.

Leona: But that thing sure looks big dumb and heavy. Wielding it can't be easy. How much does it weigh exactly?

Hifumi: Oh, about 150 lbs.

Leona: Oh, ok-WHAT!? 

Hifumi: Not only is the syringe pretty hefty on it's own, but Mrs Tsumiki has stated that the syringe can hold up to 18 gallons of sedative liquid inside it. The density of the anesthetic is obviously much thicker than water, but that would at least put it to at least 150 lbs, which for reference, is about the weight of a dirt bike.

Leona: And she's just lugging that thing around no problem?

Hifumi: Obviously, Mrs Tsumiki isn't something like Mr Nidai, who could probably wield the heavy thing like a spear if he wanted, so her attacks using her trademark weapon are usually a little sluggish, so assuming you can outspeed her, it won't be much of a problem. However, if a hit DOES land, kiss your ass and your consciousness goodbye!

Leona: And even if it doesn't, Mikan's got ways around this problem...In the form of OTHER weapons! MORE NEEDLES!

Hifumi: She is indeed a Trypanophobists nightmare, as well as a nightmare for everyone else. On top of having a giant syringe as her main weapon, Mrs Tsumiki has also been known to employ smaller syringes as weapons, which she uses kind of like throwing knives. The syringes have a unique property in that the moment they pierce flesh, they apply whatever liquid is inside them, which again, is usually sedative anesthetic, albeit on a much smaller level than her main weapon.

Leona: They also sometimes contain painkillers or other sorts of medicines, usually created with Seiko Kimura's help, that Mikan can use on herself and her allies to pep them up. And she's got killer accuracy too. Plus, she has a surgical scalpel on hand for an emergency. It's honestly kinda weird...I wouldn't expect such feats from someone this emotionally unstable and...honestly, clumsy.

Hifumi: Yes, it's a well known fact that Mrs Tsumiki has a tendency to accidentally fall over in compromising positions, however, though she doesn't always outright admit it, it's implied that this was all an act. Due to her diseased mind, Mrs Tsumiki didn't become a nurse mainly out of her desire to help people, but actually upon recognizing the likelihood that she could feel in control of sick and injured people. After all, people who are sick are, by default, weaker, and they would have to rely entirely on her since they were the weaker party, and she would be in charge of their lives.

Leona: That's...kinda fucked up actually, but hey, I get it. She's seen some shit.

Hifumi: Fortunately or unfortunately, this endless abuse didn't stop even as an Ultimate Despair. Though she gave her life and everything else to Junko's cause, and claimed COUNTLESS victims, possessing one of the highest kill counts among the remnants, she was eventually captured and placed into the Neo World Program by the Future Foundation, which was then taken over by Junko's AI, and she was subsequently forced into the second killing game.

Leona: During which, her abilities and own physical capabilities really shone through. As we said already, Mikan was the only one who was able to remember her life as a Remnant of Despair, likely because her love for Junko was so insanely strong. Shortly after Monokuma hit the group with the Despair Disease, Mikan concocted and pulled off a plan of her own, which resulted in the deaths of BOTH Ibuki Mioda and Hiyoko Saionji. Speaking of which, let's talk about that quickly!

Hifumi: Nobody looks upon this moment favorably, let's be honest, but to be frank, this plan was BEYOND impressive in terms of how it's pulled off! Namely because of the amount of speed and timing that would be needed to pull it off.

Leona: We don't really need to go into specifics, but to summarize, during her plan, Mikan ran from the hospital to the music venue, smashed a bunch of electronics, changed the temperature of the room, tore off the wallpaper hiding Hiyoko's body, glued the door shut and runs all the way to the motel just as Hajime is meeting up with his friends. Based on the relative amount of time it takes for Hajime to meet up with the others, Mikan's window of opportunity was a minute at least and 2 minutes at most.

Hifumi: Which is frankly an almost impossible feat of strength and power coming from someone like her, but we can talk more about that in a minute. Following the conclusion of the Killing Game, Mrs Tsumiki was one of the first people to be brought back to life in the other side, but unfortunately...the influence of the disease remained.

Leona: Perhaps it's because Mikan technically got two doses of the brainwashing, or because she remembered during the Killing Game; but either way, Mikan came back still as a remnant self, and caused a lot of trouble, especially since the object of her affection didn't remain in the world any longer, with both her real and AI self having been wiped out. Fortunately, Hajime and the others weren't about to give up on her, even after everything she did.

Hifumi: Ironically, Ibuki Mioda, a fellow Remnant, was the primary defender of Mikan's second chance, despite being one of her victims in the Killing Game. She assisted Mikan in recovering from the trauma and returning to a generally stable state of mind. And there was a lot of trauma to work through, in case we didn't convey that already.

Leona: I guess in the end, all she ever needed to get over her damaged body and mind was a healthy relationship. And she got MORE than that when it came to Ibuki! Turns out our loveable nurse isn't TOTALLY terrible with women! Then again, as simple as I am, I wouldn't be quick to enter a loving relationship with a girl who murdered me once before...

Hifumi: Mrs Tsumiki went on to rebuild her classmates' faith and trust in her, helping the Future Foundation with medical needs and healing people this time for the right reasons. Even though she is still emotionally hesitant and timid most of the time, she makes an effort to apply herself in the fight for good and works on growing rather than letting her past or her flaws define her. With all that being said...there WERE some problems.

Leona: Yeah, it turns out that even after restoring her honor, she still felt an itch...a craving for Despair...But she tried her best to suppress it for the sake of her classmates around her. She would never have dreamed of hurting her friends anymore, but she continued to relish the thoughts, and hated herself for it. However, she eventually learned to follow the old saying "If you can't lose it? USE it!"

Hifumi: I think you're misremembering "If you can't beat them, join them," but I suppose that works better here. Whenever things are at their bleakest, Mikan Tsumiki learned to instead of giving in to her lingering psychopathic tendencies, she would WEAPONIZE them. 

Leona: We in the analysis business give this idea a neat little name of "DESPAIR RAGE!" You know that meme of the doctor with the gun? "I'm a healer, but..." that one? Yeah, that's Mikan when she's in this state.

Hifumi: Not only does she become inherently more violent and destructive in this state, throwing most of her morality and conscious decisions to the wind, but Mrs Tsumiki also becomes more sociopathic, sometimes outright toying with her enemies, like she did to Nagito Komaeda when she had him at her mercy. While the state doesn't necessarily make her STRONGER, it does stop her from holding back in any way, shape or regard. 

Leona: On that note, to close out this segment, why don't we quickly go over some statistical feats? We've already established that she's really strong and fast, but despite her surprising strength, Mikan has a hard time applying that to fights. She IS a medic after all, not really a soldier, and applies most of her skills to healing wounds instead of causing them, unless it's as a last resort.

Hifumi: Which is why when Mrs Tsumiki is faced with combat, she chooses to less rely on strength and durability, and opts more for speed and smarts. Like hiding in the shadows to land a sneak attack, or setting and luring her opponents into traps. It helps that she seems to have an innate stealth ability and keen strategical prowess.

Leona: I guess when you're not capable of setting off nukes by taking a shit, this is the best you can do. Speaking of traps and durability though, I'd have to say her most impressive feat is the fact that she fought Nagito Komaeda in such a confined environment! And when he was an Ultimate Hope too!

Hifumi: I'm inclined to agree. Do you remember how we mentioned in our first matchup that Makoto Naegi was able to survive being thrown through a solid ceiling and walls? Well, during her fight against Komaeda, Mrs Tsumiki did the same thing! SEVERAL MORE TIMES IN QUICK SUCCESSION in fact!

Leona: As a reminder, we calculated in the third episode with Akane that the amount of energy required to send someone crashing through a solid stone wall 31.572 grams of TNT, since Akane herself did it with Nagito earlier in the same arc. Mikan's feat is significantly less impressive since the number of walls she was thrown through were thinner and fewer, but it's still an unbelievable feat for someone to survive, and that's not even mentioning what happened afterwards!

Hifumi: Mrs Tsumiki's penultimate plan was to keep Mr Komaeda distracted until the Future Foundation had enough time to blow up the building with the both of them inside it. This ultimately didn't do much in terms of stopping Komaeda, but the entire buildings collapse didn't kill HER either! She escaped with several wounds and a completely mangled foot, but with her life.

Leona: So all in all, just remember that if you ever tick this seemingly timid and sweet caretaker off, you may find yourself in a state worse than death. An apple a day keeps the doctor at bay!

Leona: We're about to get into some serious shit with this one, and no, I'm not kidding, so hold your horses.

Hifumi: Was that a pun, or did you say that on accident?

Leona: Welcome to the land of Equestria, a magical kingdom full of rolling plains, beautiful mountain ranges, and rainbows! A place where you just can't help but be happy! One of the places you'll find in this magical realm is Cloudsdale! Home of the Pegasuses...or Pegasi...or...Pegacivilians...Take your pick.

Hifumi: While Unicorns are known for their magic, and Earth Ponies are known for their connection to nature, their ability to fly, walk on clouds, and manipulate the weather are what makes the Pegasi unique.

Leona: Here's some juicy lore for you folks out there who stupidly thought that this was a simple toy franchise for little girls - The Pegasi are portrayed as a militaristic, organized tribe with a well-established fighting force and a cloud home filled with war-themed monuments. Members of the original Pegasus Tribe were in charge of weather control in exchange for food harvested by Earth ponies. To sum it up, the Pegasissies in the world of My Little Pony are kind of like Saiyan's in Dragon Ball, or at least a similar premise. Yes, really.

Hifumi: And just like it was with the Saiyan's and Son Goku, there's one Pony in particular who doesn't quite fit in line with the legacy of their bloodline. We can certainly see the warrior influence in Rainbow Dash, a previous DB competitor, but far from it in her best friend...The peace-loving, hug-mongering Fluttershy.

Leona: As someone who, to probably no one's surprised, is obsessed with MLP, allow me to take over most of the historical analysis here. As Hifumi just mentioned, Fluttershy, even as a filly, was not like the other Pegasusans in Cloudsdale. In fact, she was quite a notorious outcast who didn't fit in, nor get along with many of the others around her.

Hifumi: Mainly due to how she had a taller, ganglier body and larger wings, but also wasn't a very good flier, despite that basically being the Pegasi's thing. It would kind of be like if someone made fun of you for not being able to walk properly because you have a bonky leg, which...Yeah, that's...

Leona: Yeah, kinda fucked up, right!? My Little Pony addresses ABLEISM, and very early on in fact! She was given the rather disgraceful nickname of "Klutzershy" from the colts because of her clumsy nature, but a young Rainbow Dash stood up for her. She challenged Fluttershy's bullies to a race, but then...things went a LITTLE wrong...

Hifumi: During the race, Rainbow Dash and the bullies accidentally knocked Fluttershy off the clouds and down to the ground below, but she was conveniently saved by landing on a group of butterflies. However, this was the first time she had ever been outside of Cloudsdale and was unfamiliar with the world around her, and Fluttershy was overwhelmed by seeing the beauty of the animals and the greenery for the first time.

Leona: So much so that she started to sing a merry tune. You know, as you do. But a few moments later, Rainbow Dash, who had been frightened by Fluttershy's fall, burst in so fast to find her, she created a sonic rainboom that startled the animals and scared them into hiding.

Hifumi: Fortunately, it was here that Fluttershy discovered her true calling in life. She might not have been as fast, or as brave as the rest of her people, but learned that she had a gift for talking to animals, after managing to quiet the critters down after the scare. Moments later, she earned her Cutie Mark.

Leona: And no, that's not a euphemism for something. The cutie marks are obtained when Ponies discover a unique characteristic that sets themselves apart from others. Effectively, if she existed in our universe, this would the the symbol of Fluttershy's Ultimate Talent.

Hifumi: With time, Fluttershy established herself as one of the members of the Guardians of Friendship, or as the community calls them, the Mane 6, alongside Rainbow Dash, as well as Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Rarity and Pinkie Pie. Unfortunately, even once she was a fully grown adult pony, her timidness and shyness didn't go away. I mean, it's in her name obviously, but she's typically very pacifistic and somewhat cowardly, possesses severe stage fright, and she was so shy in the first half of the series that she could hardly speak in front of strangers and that she was unable to say "no" when asked to do something that she didn't want to do.

Leona: But again, that's what makes it so weird and baffling, because just like her opponent, this "crouching moron" is a "hidden badass!"

Hifumi: Even early on in the series when it's most sold that Fluttershy is weaker than most Pegasi around her, it's also proven to NOT be the case. It may mainly be because of her lack of confidence in herself, but at her peak when she throws this to the wayside, usually out of fear or anger, she has the potential to be stronger AND faster than even Rainbow Dash.

Leona: She WAS able to outfly Rainbow Dash while towing two other ponies in a hot-air balloon, and kept up with her when creating a tornado. Something that the Pegasussusamongus do as part of their rituals in Equastria, and even though she's noted to not be as good at base level as the rest of her people, she SHOULD realistically be capable of this feat at her full potential.

Hifumi: You did that one on purpose...

Leona: Maybe I did, maybe I didn't?

Hifumi: You DEFINITELY did!

Leona: She's also ran the entire Running of the Leaves, a very intense running race, without showing a notable decrease in stamina, and her ability to empathize and communicate with animals has helped both herself and her allies in tight jams before. However, on top of all these wacky powers and abilities, there's one that really stands out that only she possesses...THE STARE! DUN DUN DUUUUUN!

Hifumi: The Stare is, in short, Fluttershy glaring at you angrily like a disappointed mother, and she usually uses this look on misbehaving animals. While this doesn't sound THAT intimidating coming from a soft-spoken pony like her, it's proven to ACTUALLY be quite powerful, so much so that Fluttershy openly says she only employs it in life or death situations, or to maintain order. It's so effective, she was able to use it to tame a cockatrice!

Leona: Kind of like Medusa, staring a cockatrice in the eyes turns you to stone, which it did once to Twilight Sparkle. However, Fluttershy employed the stare on it, looking it dead in the eyes, and actually got it to RELENT, causing her own petrification to be reversed, as well as Twilight's.

Hifumi: However, despite how powerful this "Stare" really is, it has it's limitations. Namely, it's shown not working on powerful and/or chaotic and unrelenting creatures like the infamous Discord, who merely laughed in Fluttershy's face when she tried to use it on him. It also seems to have absolutely no effect on more aggressive creatures like Flash Bees.

Leona: But even amongst the incredible feats of the Pegusfring's, and her own powers like the stare, Fluttershy's main source of power comes from her own special magic. The Mane 6 are capable of wielding these special artifacts called the Elements of Harmony.

Hifumi: In the My Little Pony universe, the Elements of Harmony are commonly described as "the most powerful magic known to Ponydom." Thousands of years ago, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna discovered them and removed them from the Tree of Harmony. Every artifact symbolizes a facet of friendship and becomes active only when the wielder possesses the matching trait and when all six are used together.

Leona: That being said, Twilight Sparkle was able to use the Element of Magic by herself in Equestria Girls, so the latter part isn't exactly true. In the case of Fluttershy though, she wields the Element of Kindness!

Hifumi: The Kindness Element is represented by a pink butterfly-shaped gem set in a gold necklace, resembling the butterflies in Fluttershy's Cutie Mark. Though it's only really ever used as a last resort, using the Element of Kindness, Fluttershy can restore peace and balance in moments of complete and total anarchy. Aside from granting Fluttershy special magical powers like generating forcefields, the Element can be used to banish different villains to different planes of existence, like the moon, Tartarus, or limbo, or it can be used to imprison something, like when it was used to imprison Discord in stone.

Leona: Yeah, Tartarus is a thing in My Little Pony. I told you, the lore fucks! And if you didn't think THAT was crazy, the Element can also summon a rainbow tornado that no matter what, completely engulfs its target! If they are evil or opposed to harmony, this tornado will completely change their morality and they will show remorse for their actions!

Hifumi: A very fitting power for someone like Fluttershy, who even without the Element's power is already kindness and sympathy incarnate? Do you remember how we brought up Discord? He's a Draconequus who is LITERALLY the physical embodiment of disharmony and chaos, and was originally one of the ponies most terrifying foes.

Leona: Emphasis on "originally," because thanks to Fluttershy's kindness and her willingness to see the good in people; even after he went on to cause even more trouble for her and her friends, she was not only able to REFORM Discord of his evil ways, but became his best buddy! And potential love interest as a lot of the fandom will tell you, but that's a discussion for another time. So yeah, if anyone's gonna wield the Element of Kindness, it's Fluttershy!

Hifumi: To make things even worse for any enemy that might have the gall to underestimate her, Fluttershy is also capable of boosting her power through the last means you might expect from MLP, but then again, that seems to be a running theme...Transformation!

Leona: We could be here all day talking about this but to sum it up, there's basically this tree that has a chest, and unlocking this chest unleashes this ancient power inside it that allows the Mane 6, including Fluttershy, to take on the POWER OF THE RAINBOWS! Or...Rainbow Power as it's called. 

Hifumi: The Rainbow Power is only briefly seen, but following the opening of the chest, Fluttershy and her companions all gained more magic and underwent physical transformations. The Mane 6 used this power to defeat Lord Tirek, after he stole Twilight's powers, along with the magic of the entire population of Equestria! And that includes, Celestia, Luna and Discord's power!

Leona: The Rainbow Power and transformation bestows Fluttershy with all the same powers as the Element of Kindness tenfold! When she and her friends used it following the overpowered Tirek's rampage, she returned the stolen flight, strength, and magic back to the ponies of Equestria, even the Alicorns, and it also gives her powers like unlimited flight, powerful forcefield creation, summoning a gigantic spiritual Alicorn to aid in battle, and even increased Banishment powers like when she sent Tiren back to Tartarus with it.

Hifumi: And to top it all off, that's not the only transformation that Fluttershy possesses. She's also capable of taking on her own unique, and honestly rather deadly form...the Flutterbat!

Leona: So not only is Fluttershy at her peak a weather controller, multiversal goddess and the living embodiment of the concept of Kindness, she's also a FUCKING VAMPIRE! MY LITTLE PONY EVERYBODY!

Hifumi: To be more specific, Fluttershy became a vampire fruit bat-pony hybrid when Twilight unintentionally transferred the vampire fruit bats' desires to her. Her cutie mark transforms into three pink bats, and she gets fangs, bat wings, red eyes, and bat-like ears. She was able to outmaneuver the other ponies in the air with ease while squeezing the juice from apples and spitting out their seeds in this form.

Leona: So think a vampire that sucks on apple juice instead of blood. Twilight eventually managed to restore her back to normal, but at the end of the episode, Fluttershy retained a small fang, and later took the form of Flutterbat again to help Princess Luna defeat the Tantabus.

Hifumi: All in all, there's a LOT to Fluttershy than meets the eye, and thinking she's an easy target is a recipe for one's downfall. She has so forcefully bucked the back ends of two garbage wagonloads that they have flipped over to the vertical position and back again, skillfully wrestled a bear while trying to give it a massage, and withstood an attack from Sunset Shimmer when she herself was using the Element of Magic.

Leona: In one episode, she and Bulk Biceps, a very muscular Pegasoo, collided into a mountainside with such force that an indent was formed, and Fluttershy was crushed beneath Bulk's larger body. She is stuck on him when he flies off, but she appears surprised rather than pained, and in the following scenes, she is perfectly fine! She's also successfully defended herself against Iron Will, a really buff minotaur dude, fought and overpowered Cozy Glow for a time, stood up to a giant dragon despite her innate fear of them, and fought an army of Changelings, insect-like beings who feed off the love of others to gain power for their own.

Hifumi: Fluttershy may easily lose her cool when she's angered, and she may be cripplingly afraid of many things, but there's one indisputable fact about her. She's a VALID and DESERVING member of the Mane 6, and will pull her weight when she needs to, no matter what comes her way.

Hifumi: Alright, the combatants are set! We've run the data through all possibilities!

Leona: IT'S TIME FOR A DEEAAATH BAAATTLLLLLLEEE!

WARNING:The following battle contains actions of extreme violence committed on a character from  My Little Pony. We understand this sort of graphic content and description can perturb some readers, so while we don't normally give this warning, we will here. Should you wish to skip straight to the results, by all means do so.You have been warned.

The scene opens to into a peaceful setting within the middle of a quiet orchard on a sunny day in Equestria. The birds are singing, the animals are casually playing around.

This peace however, is interrupted by a terrified scream, as Mikan Tsumiki comes bursting into the clearing, crying and panicked, literally pulling her hair out.

Mikan: Where am I!? What's going on!? WHERE AM I!? WHAT'S GOING ON!?

Freaked out and scared at having randomly ended up in this strange and unfamiliar location, Mikan's mental state is rapidly crumbling, and the animals around her run for safety, feeling  threatened by her frankly overwhelming presence.

Meanwhile, not too far away, several more animals gather around a yellow and pink pony, tending to them and singing to them while doing so.

Fluttershy: ♪ I like the quiet, I like the calm...To turn it up, to sing along...I'm not just shy...Look close, and you will see...There's so much more to♪ -HUH!?

Fluttershy's soothing melody is swiftly interrupted as the animals cries from beyond the shrubbery grow closer. She lifts her head and sees several critters scurry from the bushes, followed by a clumsy, stumbling, purple-haired nurse, who trips over the branches and lands on her face. She quickly lifts her head to see Fluttershy staring back at her with astonishment.

Fluttershy: A human...!?

Mikan: KYAGH!? A-A t-t-talking horse!?

Fluttershy: How did you get here!? A-And why are you scaring the precious little animals away!?

Mikan: Wh-What!? No, no, no! Th-That's not what I

*CRUNCH!*

Fluttershy: HEEE!?

Mikan: EEEP!

Fluttershy, the animals and even Mikan herself gasp in horror, as Mikan gets to her feet and accidentally steps forward on top of a small mouse. The mouse squeaks in pain as it's crushed beneath her foot.

Fluttershy: Oh no! H-Hold on! I can help-!

*WHOOOSH!*

Mikan: AAGGGGH I'm SORRRYYYYY!

*SMACK!*

Fluttershy: GUGH!

Mikan: Agh...TCH!

Mistaking her approach for her trying to avenge the creature, Mikan fends Fluttershy off by grabbing her syringe from behind her back and swatting her away with it when she flies in to supposedly attack. Mikan looks back and forth between her weapon and her now opponent, her expression darkening as she realizes it's far too late for peaceful negotiations.

Though Fluttershy seems hesitant, she agrees to the duel regardless. With the exception of one deer who quickly grabs the poor mouse's body first, the rest of the animals quickly scarper, leaving the area open, as the fight begins!

Though initially trying to go in for the first blow, Fluttershy starts the fight by staying on the defensive. Mikan hoists her giant syringe up and takes some hefty swings. Though even in a panicked and confused state, Fluttershy easily avoids them.

*SHUNK!*

Fluttershy: KUGH!

Mikan: HUAGH!

*POW!*

Fluttershy: Haah...! U-Uwagh...Ngh...CHAGH!

Mikan: OOF!

When Mikan eventually gets a hit in while Fluttershy is at her most vulnerable, he punches the plunger to inject Fluttershy with the viscous anesthetic fluid inside. Fluttershy manages to break free just in time, and despite feeling lightheaded due to the anesthetic's effects, she counterattacks by using her front hooves to kick Mikan.

Fluttershy takes a moment while she has breathing room to check her wound. Seeing that she's slightly bleeding, she quickly wipes the wound with her hoof as Mikan recovers from her previous attack.

Mikan: What is going on...!? A-Am I hallucinating!? Is this some kind of dream...!?

Fluttershy notices that Mikan is panicking and in this moment, takes some sympathy on her.

Fluttershy: Hey, um...It occurs to me that we...may have jumped to conclusions before...You don't have to be so scared-

Mikan: N-No! GET AWAY FROM ME!

Mikan pulls out a bunch of smaller throwing syringes from her apron. Crying her eyes out in fear, she throws a barrage of them at Fluttershy, trying to turn the Pegasus into a pincushion.

Fluttershy: EEK!

Fluttershy's eyes widen as she sees these needles incoming, and she quickly rolls to the side and dashes out of the way. She flies forward, but looks back, worried that the needles might hit any of the animals.

Fortunately, they collide with the trunk of a thick tree and get stuck. Unfortunately, Fluttershy, not looking where she's going, bumps into Mikan. The two clatter to the floor, the latter in a rather compromising position that she quickly covers up.

Mikan: KYAAGH!

Fluttershy: Oh, sorry! I'm so sorry!

Mikan: No, that was my-Ugh...It's ok...Hold on, let me-

Fluttershy: N-No, let me get this for-OOF! My, this is REALLY heavy!

Mikan: No, no, I've got it! Thank you though...

Fluttershy: Sorry, I wasn't looking!

Mikan: No, seriously, thank you!

Fluttershy: Anytime!

Mikan & Fluttershy: Huh? Wait...Oh, DANGIT!

After a brief distraction, in which Fluttershy helps Mikan to her feet and tries to hand her back her primary weapon, the two forget that they're supposed to be fighting and cuss themselves out for it. Mikan takes the first strike, almost pinning Fluttershy to the ground with her heavy weapon before the Pegasus shoves her backwards.

*WHOOSH!*

Mikan: Huh!? WAH-!?

*CRACK!*

Mikan: GUAAAGGH!

*SLAM!*

Mikan: OHOUGH!

Fluttershy: HEEEH!

In quick succession, Fluttershy darts between Mikan's legs, kicks her square in the back from behind, grabs her legs and pins her to the ground, similarly to how she does when she's massaging bears, though this is done with the intention of holding Mikan still on the ground.

Fluttershy: Please, just listen to me! I'm sorry I scared you! We don't have to be fighting like this!

Mikan: Haah...! Haaah...! Haaaah...! NRGH!

Fluttershy: YOWCH!

Fluttershy's wishes for peace aren't granted. Mikan gets Fluttershy off of her by grabbing another small needle and stabbing her in the ankle, injecting more of the fluid. Mikan throws Fluttershy off of her, grabs her big weapon, and dives into the trees.

Fluttershy: Wait...! C-Come back...!

Fluttershy calls after her, but the anesthetic makes her even more dizzy, and she's unable to see straight for a moment. Mikan on the other hand, hides behind a rather thick tree trunk in a darker part of the orchard, cradling her body and starting to hyperventilate.

Mikan: What do I do...!? What do I do...!? I don't even know where I am and I...I...!

You hurt them...

Mikan: Geh!?

It never ends...You hurt everybody...

Mikan: Stop...!

She'll kill you...

Mikan: No, no...!

She should...

Mikan: Grrgh...!

Die, you piece of shit...!

Mikan: Forgive me...! Please...forgive me...! I...

She slowly rises to her feet. She then slowly lifts her head, her expression having changed dramatically. The tears stop flowing, her lips stop quivering, she holds her syringe with a tight grip, and her eyes become swirled with layers and layers of anguish and darkness.

Mikan: I won't stop...until you FORGIVE ME!

Fluttershy: Please, c-come out...! I can help you...!

Fluttershy stirs as she suddenly hears the sound of something fast through the leaves behind her. She quickly turns around, but only sees traces of something that was there. She hears the same sound again and turns again, seeing the same thing.

Fluttershy: Human...? Wh-Where are you...!?

Mikan: Here...!

Fluttershy: HUH!?

*SHUUNK!*

Fluttershy: GHAAAAGH!

Fluttershy screams in agony as without a word of warning, besides Mikan's sadistic teasing, she feels the incredibly sharp pang of the giant needle in the back of her body! Though being restrained, Fluttershy turns her head enough to see that Mikan's timid demeanor has gone, and now the look in her eyes bares naught but a despairful rage.

Mikan: Heeheheheheheh! KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAGH!

Fluttershy: OOPH! RRGGGH!

Mikan: Heeeehehh...Hehehehhehehhheeegh...!

Mikan grabs Fluttershy by her jaw with one hand, holding onto the pony tightly as she uses her other to pump her full of the drugs in her weapon. Fluttershy's vision slowly begins to go dark, and the more the anesthetic enters her system, the weaker she gradually becomes, allowing Mikan to dominate her; baring a sadistic and perverse smile all the while.

Mikan then, to add insult to the very painful injury, kicks Fluttershy onto the ground and bounces off her into the air. While airborne, she once again reaches into her apron and produces several more syringes, which she holds between her fingers. She smiles down at Fluttershy, sticking out her tongue, sweating, and with a face-wide blush of ecstacy.

Mikan: Here's your PRESCRIPTION!

*SHUNK!* *SHUNK!* *SHUNK SHUNK* *SHUNNKKK!*

Fluttershy: KYAAAAAAAAAAAGGH! 

The pain is agonizing! Fluttershy is injected with multiple sharp objects all over her body, pumping her full of drugs and rendering her nearly incapacitated and in immense pain, despite the needles causing little bleeding. She begins to lose sensation in her legs and her vision begins to warp. Mikan lands, picks up her enormous syringe, and moves slowly toward the Pegasus, raising the needle above her head for the final blow. All Fluttershy can do is crawl forward helplessly.

Fluttershy: No...Please...d-don't...! Huh?

Though her vision is still shaky, Fluttershy looks forward and meets eyes with a lone fruit bat, which is passing through, unaware of what's really going on with the situation and just looking for apples to eat in the orchard.

The bat glares into her eyes, and despite her agony, something stirs within Fluttershy, and her eyes widen, only to morph into an enraged and deranged frown as she feels her body begin to change...! Meanwhile, Mikan finally lets her chunky syringe fall down towards her head!

Mikan: DIE!

However, much to Mikan's surprise, as soon as she brings the needle down on Fluttershy, the pony disappears. This time, it's HER turn to be surprised when she senses a presence behind her...!

Flutterbat: *HIISSSS*

Mikan: GUAGH! GAGH! *SPLUTTER!*

Fluttershy, now FlutterBAT, smacks Mikan with her now hefty tail, sending her crashing into another tree trunk. Mikan lazily crawls to her feet and glares back at her attacker, who menacingly hangs upside down from a tree branch sucking on an apple.

Mikan: Filthy fucking rabies infested CREATURE!

Flutterbat: *SCREEEECCH!*

Mikan yells these enraged words out while hoisting her syringe over her shoulder before sprinting back into the fray. Similarly, Flutterbat drops from her perch and flies toward the Ultimate Nurse like small plane.

The sheer force of Flutterbat's wings almost knocks Mikan over, but she manages to stand and stabs Fluttershy with her syringe once more. This time, though, she sees that it does much less to slow Fluttershy down.

Mikan: What in the hell ARE you, freak!?

Flutterbat: *SCREEEECCH!*

Flutterbat, naturally, has nothing to say in response, and Mikan's frustration at not being able to gain the upper hand over her opponent grows. But Flutterbat also has trouble dealing Mikan any significant damage. She attempts to bite Mikan in retaliation, but the nurse dodges it and kicks her out of the way, only to have a gust of wind throw her back in turn.

Flutterbat: *HIISSSS*

Mikan: KYRRAAAAAGGH!

Mikan and Flutterbat trade violent blows, with Mikan using her syringe to hit Flutterbat and the former using her tail, sending each other flying back into the trees.

Flutterbat: Agh...Ngh...Hm?

Mikan: Haah...Hagh...HRGH! Huuh! Huuh! Huuh!

The blow into the tree has an interesting effect on Flutterbat as the transformation and continued fighting frees her of the initial effects of Mikan's drug-induced lunacy, making her vaguely come to her senses. When the pony sees the Nurse hyperventilating, clearly in a state of a panic attack, her reason comes back to her.

With it, Flutterbat drops out of her transformation and becomes Fluttershy again. Mikan's panic attack leaves her open to another blow, but Fluttershy refrains.

Before she can do or say anything, the animals from earlier slowly poke their heads out from the bushes, sensing a break in the fighting. Among them, Fluttershy sees the mouse Mikan stepped on earlier, now feeling a lot better, as it squeaks happily, but then squeaks in concern as it looks back towards Mikan. 

Fluttershy also looks back at Mikan, who is still on the ground, breathing heavily. She smiles and nods towards her animal companions, as they prepare a plan.

Fluttershy: I...think I understand it now...! Everyone was so afraid of you...but you've been afraid this whole time, right? You must have end

Mikan: Grrgh...Hngh...

Fluttershy: I guess it's true, huh? It's so sad. I'm so sorry...But still...

Fluttershy stamps her hoof on the ground, drawing the panicked and crazed Mikan's attention. Fluttershy then employs her most deadly technique - THE STARE!

Fluttershy: That's NO excuse for your behavior! You need to calm down!

Mikan: ...

Fluttershy: ...

Mikan: Are you making fun of me...! Please! DON'T PICK ON ME!

*SHWOOSH!* 

*CLINK!*

Mikan: Huh!?

Fluttershy: Yeah, I somehow knew that wouldn't work...!

Fluttershy giggles, embarrassed that her trick didn't work, but also clearly not having expected it to. But to Mikan's shock and surprise, as she throws another array of needles towards Fluttershy, they seem to bounce off her. In reality, they collide with a forcefield the Pegasus puts around herself.

While distracting Mikan with The Stare, Fluttershy's animal companions hang the golden necklace that is the Element of Kindness around her neck, and Fluttershy does not hesitate to use it's power to protect herself.

Mikan panics and throws more needles, but they also bounce off. Fluttershy bears an expression of sympathy, but also determination as she and her animal friends stride slowly towards the Ultimate Nurse.

Fluttershy: I meant it when I said I don't want to hurt you...But without my friends here...I need to do this...!

*SHIIIIIINE!*

Mikan: KRRGH! H-HUH!?

Mikan is nearly blinded by a light that erupts from Fluttershy's body, and once it dissipates, she looks up in horror to see Fluttershy in her Rainbow Power form.

Fluttershy: I think you should be careful...

Mikan: Wha-!? WAAAGHAAAGH! WHAT IS THIIIIS!?

Fluttershy: It's the most powerful magic in all of Equestria...Friendship!

Mikan: KYRAGH! KYAAAHAGH!

Die...Kill...No...NOOOOO...! STOP! NOOOOOOOO!

Mikan: H-Huh!?

Mikan's eyes shut tight as she's suddenly swept off her feet by a tornado made of rainbows that completely envelops her. However, they shoot open again, not in fear, not in shock or horror...but in clarity.

The voices in her head that drive her into despair...the foundation of her despairing rage...she feels them being washed away, and for the first time in her entire life...she feels free.

However, despite this, her nightmare doesn't appear to be over, as she stares back up at Fluttershy, who's body glows with a white light, and her eyes white out as she's filled with power.

Fluttershy: Heehee...!

*POYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!*

Mikan: K-KYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGH!

Fluttershy, with a warm and cheerful smile, and with the animals of the orchard hovering around her in bliss and tranquility, fires a golden beam of light down onto her opponent, and Mikan screams in fear as she sees her body slowly but surely begin to turn into stone! Starting with her feet and working it's way up into her head, the broken Ultimate Nurse becomes a solid frozen ornament.

Fluttershy slowly descends to the ground with her animal friends, and returns to her base form. She's completely healed of every wound she suffered during the fight and her vitality is restored to normal. She and the animals approach the statue and carefully watch it.

Fluttershy: Once my friends arrive, we'll let you go free, and I'll gladly let you join my tea party! ...But for now, I'm sorry, but I have to sit you in time out...

Leona: Ah, poor poor Mikan. First a victim of batshit Danganronpa lore, now a victim of even more batshit My Little Pony lore. But hey, at least she didn't "DIE" die...

Hifumi: Unsurprisingly, this match was pretty clear cut. Though despite the one-sidedness in terms of how each combatants abilities stack up to each others, Mikan Tsumiki DID possess her own fair share of advantages. 

Leona: To start with, Mikan's primary way of taking out enemies is using her needles to either rip them to shreds, or inject them with enough anesthetic to send them into comatose. Despite it still being pretty high when scaled to other characters in My Little Pony, Fluttershy's defense is easily her weakest stat, and she's evidently not immune to drugs...and I genuinely can't believe I just said that.

Hifumi: Tsumiki's best shot at winning this fight would be to catch Fluttershy off guard, and inject her with enough sleeping drugs that she falls unconscious and deliver an easy killing blow that way, assuming Fluttershy doesn't somehow die from the overdose. And with her evidently unmatched stealth and speed skills, as well as the fact that she's undoubtedly far more strategic than her Pegasus opponent, it was entirely possible she could get the jump on Fluttershy, who all things considered is very gullible and easily duped, and achieve exactly that!

Leona: That being said, while not IMPOSSIBLE, it was still very unlikely. It took SEVERAL shots, and even Mikan having to distribute basically all of the drugs contained in her claymore needle to render Nagito Komaeda unconscious. This is most likely because Nagito's Ultimate Hope abilities gave him an exponential increase in stamina that allowed him to resist the drugs for a long time, only taking effect with one final shot following several battles in succession.

Hifumi: And based on the calculations of her feats, as well as scaling her to Rainbow Dash in particular, it's likely that Fluttershy's max stamina was MUCH HIGHER than even that.

Leona: As were MOST of Fluttershy's stats at that. Mikan was fast, being able to outpace Nagito Komaeda, who possesses above superhuman speed and reactions, but Fluttershy was DEFINITELY faster, so much so that it's hard to even lock down her maximum speed. Scaling it to Rainbow Dash though, who she was able to keep up with when creating the tornado, we know she's at least faster than light.

Hifumi: In terms of physical strength, in both their base form and Despair and Flutterbat forms respectively, they might have been equal in terms of attack potency, but to reiterate, Mikan Tsumiki's primary weapon is a 150 lbs syringe, and though she IS able to wield it, she does so sluggishly, in a way that Fluttershy just can't NOT dodge easily.

Leona: Another advantage Mikan held was that based on the way the ability works, it's most likely that in her Despair Rage state, she would be immune to Fluttershy's stare, just like Discord and the Flash Bees were, since Mikan is also a very aggressive creature in this state that honestly relishes on fear more than it perturbs her.

Hifumi: However, what Mikan would NOT have been immune to was the Elements of Harmony, and there was no way in hell she was EVER going to beat Fluttershy in her Rainbow Power form. In fact, Fluttershy's power of the Element of Kindness basically countered every ability she had left.

Leona: Her powers could easily allow her to generate a barrier that blocks all of Mikan's weapons and projectiles, and would cleanse of her any lingering effects of the drugs if there were any. And to top it all off, Fluttershy's rainbow tornado would wipe every trace of evil and Despair away from Mikan, effectively taking away her Despair Rage state and every ability and bloodlust along with it. She could also just as easily use the Element of Harmony to turn Mikan to stone like with Discord and the other villains in MLP. You know, if Mikan really is struggling to cope with her past and the Despair still inside her, she should probably ask Fluttershy for therapy. Pretty sure it would do her wonders!

Hifumi: Let's be honest, if these two ACTUALLY met, there's NO WAY they would fight. They have a lot in common, with both of them being pretty wimpy, timid and sweet in their base forms, and not being able to fight at full potential unless angered or despaired. Despite their far from intimidating appearances, both Mrs. Tsumiki and Fluttershy have shown feats of strength and ability far beyond the average human or pony.

Leona: But that is the exact reason why Mikan falls so far of the victory here. One is a human, and the other is a pony. Mikan possesses no form of special combat abilities or powers, but Fluttershy has used her unique abilities alongside her friends to take down opponents like Discord and Tirek; both godly beings far beyond anything Mikan could ever HOPE to take down.

Hifumi: Mikan Tsumiki was a terrifying foe, but Fluttershy's total dominance and undefeatable power of Kindness and Friendship put the Ultimate Nurse in her stone-cold place.

Leona: Though she was Flutter-SHY of victory, fortunately for Mikan, forgiveness is the NEEDLE that knows how to mend!

THE WINNER IS FLUTTERSHY!

Next Time:

The world is under attack and the robot invaders are taking over! But don't worry! These two unlikely teenage heroes are going to step up, fight for and with their families, and take back humanities world! But when the odds collide, which one of these average teenage girls is gonna come out on top?

#Youtube #danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #mikan tsumiki #death battle #warriors of other worlds arc

[vladajwrites]

Moonlight

Pairings; Steven Grant x fem!reader, Steven Grant x Y/N

Summary; You had just begun working as an archivist for the British Museum. Love has a way of finding its way into your life in the most unexpected ways. Life takes a turn for you once you meet an easily flustered and adoring Steven Grant. Fluff and Smut and Pining and all the beautiful things.

This began as a one-shot, but as of now, I have plans to expand upon this story. It features Steven and Reader at the moment, but Marc will eventually be introduced in future updates.

All updates will be posted here and on my AO3 account VladaJ

Warnings; 18+, smut, language, oral male/female receiving (photos are not mine, please message for removal)

You had just moved into the city, hired as an archivist at the British Museum. To be surrounded by so much rich history and culture, it was truly your dream job. A dream from your childhood. An escape from the nightmare that was your reality growing up. You were no stranger to loss, to grief, to sadness.

You had just moved into the city, hired as an archivist at the British Museum. To be surrounded by so much rich history and culture, it was truly your dream job. A dream from your childhood. An escape from the nightmare that was your reality growing up. You were no stranger to loss, to grief, to sadness.

You worked relentlessly in school to give yourself the opportunity to begin a new life. A good life.

Life as an adult was still a challenge, but you were tackling it well. You had your own flat, a career you loved, but you were an introvert at heart. Meeting new people, making new friends; it was never your strong suit. You believed you were fine, though, happy to be on your own. It was easier this way, simpler. Your family was out of the picture. Acquaintances never stuck around long enough to become friends. Your dating history was abysmal at best. It took years to build confidence in your own independence, but you had reached it.

Work kept you busy, and you didn’t mind. The last thing on your mind as you buried yourself in your research was a relationship.

It’s funny how the world works. It crept up on you slowly. That anxious, nervous feeling. You couldn’t understand it, make sense of it. When it came to him, these feeling were reserved for him alone.

You met him on your very first day. You had accidentally stayed far past your scheduled hours, overwhelmed and excited by your new assignments. The museum had closed to the public hours beforehand. You believed the building to be empty aside from the few security guards and janitorial staff that occasionally made their rounds. You were taking this time to further explore the museum.

It all seemed impossibly more mystical in the quietness after the crowds had cleared and the lights had been dimmed.

You had wandered into the Egyptian exhibition. Ancient statues and art lined the walls. You held your arms across your chest, taking in a deep breath as you stood before the statue in front of you. Years of hard work, moments of pain, and determination, all accumulated into this moment. You sucked in a deep breath, feeling your eyes water; pride, happiness-

“Ramesses the second.” A male voice spoke behind you.

Your heart lept inside of your throat, your pulse beat wildly as the blood rushed to your head. “Jesus Christ.” You exclaimed, whipping towards the voice, your hands clutching at your chest in your surprise. You believed you had been entirely alone. Your silent moment of reverie popped in an instant.

You were met by a man who looked nearly as surprised as you did, as if he hadn’t been the one who had snuck up beside you.

“Oh God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” His face was flushed with embarrassment. You were sure you held a similar disposition. You stared at him, wide-eyed for a moment as he continued to ramble on.

“I work here,” He motioned to the staff badge clipped to his waist. “I was just on my way out- this exhibit is on the way. I saw you standing here. Well, I have to say I was surprised to see you. I wasn’t sure if you were a patron. I’ve never seen you here before- I saw your badge.” His words were a jumbled mess as he pointed a shaking hand towards the badge clipped haphazardly on the side of your hip.

A smile crept up your lips as you took in the flustered state of him, harmless enough.

His rambling halted in a quiet whisper as his eyes dropped to the ground and found their way back up to yours. There was a brief moment of silence shared before you reached out your hand and introduced yourself.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. You just startled me a bit was all, thought I was alone. Today’s my first day. I’m an archivist for the museum, stayed a bit late.” You spoke softly, feeling the heat spread across your cheeks.

His face lit up as he listened to you. He quickly clasped your hand, shaking it enthusiastically.

“Steven, Steven Grant. Just a clerk. I’d love to be an archivist, though. It’s wonderful to meet you. I usually stay late, wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here either,” Steven quickly began to babble again.

You watched him as he spoke. He was charming, in an odd, talkative, and nervous-mumbling sort of way. Far from what you believed your usual type to be. You watched his eyes fall to the floor again as he noticed your amused expression.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Steven,” you smiled earnestly up at him. You looked over your shoulder at the statue you had been quietly observing just moments before. He followed your gaze.

“It’s Ramesses the Second; the statue. He was one of the greatest Pharaohs of ancient Egypt, known for the Battle of Kadesh.” He motioned towards the statue. While you knew this already, you didn’t dare interject. Watching his expressions as he talked about the history of the statue made something in your chest stir. For ‘just a clerk,’ he truly seemed passionate about what he was speaking about.

You had a thing about male counterparts overstepping and over explaining things of which you already had a great understanding, but with him, just something about the way he explained it all; you didn’t mind in the slightest.

In truth, you were thankful for the awkward first meeting. He had been the only other person who had spoken to you that day besides your manager, who gave you a quick walkthrough of the building before showing you to your desk and dropping a caseload into your lap.

Those ‘accidental’ late-night meetings continued for weeks. Even when you were tired and ready to be home, you pushed yourself to stay just a tad bit later. To see him, to listen to him, to watch his deep eyes brighten as he pointed you around exhibit after exhibit.

He always seemed just as nervous as he had that first night you had met. But you enjoyed the conversations, he was friendly and kind, traits that seemed harder to come by these days. You thought of him as just a friend at first. Of course, he was fit, odd, but charming nonetheless. But there was no way that he was into you.

Right?

You hardly doubted your own looks. You were confident in yourself, and besides, you never cared much about the way you looked, anyway. You were always told how much you resembled your mother growing up. And while your issues with her were in the past and somewhere locked deep away, she was the most beautiful woman you had ever met. If you looked like her, then there was no need to worry, right?

The men from your past had all expressed their attraction to you as their opening line, hook, and sinker. It became quite galling over time. Was that all men saw you as? Just another beautiful woman? You had always wished to meet a man that could see past what was just surface-deep. You had given up on dating entirely. Put no effort into it. Put no effort into the way you looked or came across.

So why now, after all this time, were you waking up earlier in the mornings to pick out the right outfit, digging through your old makeup bag, fussing with and taming your wild head of hair? Why were you counting down the hours for your shift to be over? Why were you waiting nervously in an exhibit you’d walked through dozens of times just to see him?

You were acting like a silly schoolgirl all, hoping for your crush to notice you. You scolded yourself for it. Yet, you couldn’t help it.

It was pointless anyway. If he were interested in you at all, he would have said something by now, surely.

Right?

You tapped your foot nervously, fussing with the hem of your skirt, checking the time on your watch over and over again. It was getting late, too late. Maybe he had already left. Your heart sunk in your chest as you exhaled a deep sigh. Time to give it up, you thought. Pick up take out on your way home, throw yourself a one-woman pity party, open a new bottle of wine. You had nearly reached the exit doors when you heard a familiar voice call from behind you.

A smile spread across your face as Steven ran up beside you, grabbing the door and pushing it open for you.

“I’m sorry, was stuck on inventory again tonight.” He smiled. You couldn’t help but notice the way his cheeks flushed as he looked over you. He quickly diverted his eyes, a small smile spread across your lips. You had picked up a new shade of lipstick, cherry red. Wore a new skirt, questionably shorter than your normal business attire. But you were sure this had nothing to do with his flushed expression, this was just the way he always acted. You figured that this was just his default demeanor. You couldn’t help but find it charming in a way.

“That’s okay.” You replied. He nodded, his eyes still diverted towards the ground.

There was a moment of quiet shared between you. This was your usual routine, a small goodbye before you both left the museum on your separate routes home.

“Well, I’ll see you on Monday.” He said, looking down at you, a half-smile plastered across his face.

You nodded. He turned on his heel, heading away and down the steps to catch his bus home.

Your mind raced. It was Friday, the start of the weekend. If he were truly just a friend, then there would be nothing odd or out of the ordinary about asking if he would like to hang out, outside of work. Grab some drinks. That was what friends do, right? There’d be no harm in asking.

“Steven?” You called out to him. You regretted your words instantly. What if he were to say no? God, so stupid.

He stopped his pace, turning back towards you. “Yeah?” He looked back up at you from the lower steps of the walkway.

Fuck, this was so ridiculous. What the hell? Might as well ask now, no turning back.

“Would you,” Your breath caught in your chest as his expression brightened.

Fuck it.

“Would you like to grab a drink? There’s a bar close to my flat, a bit dingy, but the drinks are cheap, and the music’s good.” You asked, feeling your cheeks heat as his eyes widened.

His bemused expression quickly transformed into a wide, sloppy grin.

“Of course.” He replied. You let out a small sigh of relief, your heart still pounding up in your throat.

He made his way back up the steps beside you. “Just guide the way.”

You nodded, your own smile widening by the second.

The night went by incredibly. If it were a date, it’d be the best date you had ever been on. But it wasn’t a date. Just a few drinks shared between coworkers, between friends. If that’s all it could ever be, that was okay. Just to spend time with him like this. Watch his cheeks warm as you continued to empty the bottle of gin that you shared. If this was all it could ever be, then this was enough.

The hours went by and soon you had both finished the bottle of gin, your mind was fuzzy, your body warm. Your inhibitions lowered with each drink. It was wonderful. You shared academic conversations, felt your breath grow unsteady as you watched him slip into another one of his passionate rants.

Last call for drinks was announced, and you both decided that it was time to head home.

“Can I walk you home? I know you said you live close by. It’s awfully late. I’d just like to make sure you make it home safe.” He began. That wonderfully nervous feeling began to build in your stomach.

You sucked in your bottom lip, nodding up at him. His face flushed red as he helped you from your seat, you grasped his hand lightly as he held it out to you to pull you from the benched bar seating.

The cool air outside of the bar sent goosebumps against your skin and you couldn’t help but shiver. Steven noticed and promptly offered you the coat he was wearing. You smiled up at him, “yes, thank you.”

He quickly slid it from his shoulders before moving to drape it over your own. His warm finger brushed softly against the exposed skin of your arms. Your skin was alight. It was the closest he had ever been to you. You let out a low sigh, settling into the warmth of his coat.

You wished that he would have slowed his movements as he moved to adjust the coat around you.

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring up at him in awe. Maybe it was the alcohol, the soft glow of the city lights, but he was so entirely beautiful then. Your heart felt too full, part of you was terrified. It must be a sin to feel this way about a man who you were sure could only see you as a friend, a colleague.

The two of you began the walk towards your flat just up the street. You made a conscious effort to slow your steps, just to make the moment lasted a bit longer.

You moved closer to walk beside him. From this distance, you could smell the cologne that he wore, it was intoxicating. You’d occasionally ‘accidentally’ brush against him. You were positive that he would pull away, distance himself, take a few more steps in front of you to keep that distance. But he didn’t, he didn’t move further away, only took steps in closer to you.

It was quietness, a comfortable silence shared between you both. It didn’t take long before you had reached the steps leading up to your flat.

“Well, this is it. Thank you for,” you began, wishing that you had the courage to say more. To say anything more.

He looked up at you as you stood above him on the steps. The expression on his face was indiscernible. You just wish that you could see what was passing through his thoughts.

‘Ugh,’ You thought, ‘fuck it.’ The words left your lips before you could give them a second thought.

“Steven?” You asked. Every rational thought in your brain was screaming at you to stop, be quiet, tell him ‘thank you for the night’ and enter your flat alone. But you couldn’t stop the question that came next.

He looked up at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue. You chewed at your bottom lip before meeting his eyes again.

“Do you...” You began, no turning back now. “Do you think I’m pretty?” Your body heated in an instant. You wished more than anything that you could take back your words. You watched as his face flushed red. Oh no. So stupid, you couldn’t believe yourself. You had never been so straightforward like this, felt so nervous over something like this.

Steven looked around, his lips moved silently as if he were trying to find the right words to say. Oh God, you instantly regretted your question. Of course, he didn’t. If he did, he would have said so already. Right?

You turned away from him, trying to hide your embarrassment, and began fumbling with the keys to your door.

“Just forget it. I’m so sorry, Steven. Thank you so much for tonight, I just,” Now you were the one who was rambling.

Before your keys slid through the lock, you felt Steven grip your arm from behind. He spun you around to face him. His eyes flashed and his pupils dilated in the dim night light glow of neon signage and street lamps.

What came next is something you still dream about to this very day. He wrapped his hands around your forearm, stepping up the stairs until he stood fully beside you.

His fingers found themselves delicately wrapped around the frame of your face, all the air in your lungs sucked out in an instant.

“Stunning. I think you are absolutely breathtaking.” He answered, his voice just above his whisper. His face was so close to your own, the sound of the blood rushing to your eyes was drowned out by the loud pounding of your heart. So, so close. If you just leaned forward, just a bit-

His lips met yours in an instant. You melted into him. If heaven were on earth, you believed at that moment that you had slipped into paradise.

That moment grew into a love that you had only believed existed in fairytales, unreal, implausible. But it was real, so impossibly real.

Girlish attraction transformed into passionate, unbridled love and adoration. He expressed his feelings of infatuation for you since the moment he had first met you. He never believed that a girl like you could love a man like him. But you did, you loved him. You loved him emphatically. He worshipped and praised you in every small moment he could.

Sometimes you were unsure if you were just in a dream, a happy dream. But you didn’t have happy dreams, not like this, never like this. This was real, this was true, this was love. The most beautiful man that you had met in your lifetime. Kind, funny, smart, shy and easily flustered and so uniquely him.

As your relationship grew and developed, you fell even more in love with his small quirks that made him, him. He was so incredibly stunning, inside and out.

Steven expressed his love for you tenfold. For the first time in your life, you believed you had met a man that adored your physical beauty but also adored you for your intelligence, for your personality, for all the small things and moments that made you, you. The things about you that humanized you, the pieces of you that built home in your soul. The things that no one had noticed before.

The physical intimacy began slow, you were both inexperienced and nervous to explore each other in that way.

But you craved it, needed it so desperately. He began to spend nights in your home. You shared knowledge and research and reached out for his input on your projects. It began as falling asleep in your living room. You on the couch and him blissfully asleep in your armchair. Pages and documents spread across the floor.

Slowly, he began to join you on your large chaise, your head in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped around the expanse of your waist.

But tonight was different. You spent an hour getting dressed up. You knew he was far too shy to take things further than just the occasional kiss here and there. If things were to progress, you would have to initiate the next step.

He had planned a dinner for the both of you, somewhere nice. Much different from your usual casual cafes and late-night take-outs.

You even went out to pick out a new dress. Dark blue slip dress, his favorite color. It was much more revealing than you were usually comfortable with, but you felt truly stunning in it. You hoped more than anything that he would notice, wanted to watch his face redden and listen to his words stumble and ramble as they did when he was stricken by you.

You waited anxiously at your dining room table, checking the clock obsessively, waiting for him to arrive.

He told you he was going to pick you up at eight o’clock. At seven fifty-nine, you heard a knock at the door. No matter how many times you saw each other, that nervous, butterflies in the stomach feeling never went away.

You bolted upright, smoothing out your dress and grabbed your clutch. You made your way to the door, sliding and unlocking the deadbolt. You paused for a moment, maybe you had overdressed, maybe it was all too much. Your mind raced.

Another soft knock rapped against your door. You took a deep breath, grasped the doorknob, and pulled the door open.

Your heart skipped a beat. He was dressed in a fitted suit. A bouquet of your favorite flowers held in his arms. He was perfect, in every sense of the word.

You couldn’t help but blush at the way his eyes widened as he scanned over your body before meeting your eyes.

“I-“ He stuttered, “ You look absolutely stunning, love.” He said, handing over the flowers to you. Fuck. You wished you could just pull him inside by his tie. Let him slide his hands up against your body before sliding the straps of your dress from your body and letting it fall to the ground. You’d let him take you now, in any way he wanted.

“Thank you, honey. You look incredible as well.” You replied. You stood up on the toes of your heels and planted a soft kiss against his cheek before wrapping your free hand within his own.

You gently pulled him into your flat. “Thank you for the flowers. Just let me put them in a vase before we head out.” You smiled up at him.

He nodded, a wicked grin spread across his lips as he followed you into your flat.

He watched intently as you filled a vase with water and slowly arranged the bouquet. His eyes never left you. You felt as though you were on fire under his gaze. Maybe you could skip dinner tonight. The idea of a night in with just him sounded greater than anything at that moment. You exaggerated your movements, bending over slowly, making sure he had a full view of the thin and small dress that fell and grasped in just the right spots.

You noticed the way his breathing hitched as you made your way beside him. You bent over his lap, reaching across him to grab your clutch that you had placed on the countertop beside him.

His fingers gently traced up along the exposed skin of your low-cut dress, sending a shiver up your spine. You couldn’t hide the soft sigh that escaped from your lips. Steven’s body tensed underneath you. He quickly cleared his throat, adjusting in his seat. You stood up studying his darkening expression.

Fuck.

We can always push dinner back a bit later. An idea came to you then. You stood up straight, adjusting your dress.

“Steven?” You asked in a low voice. He cleared his throat again before looking up at you.

“Yes, love, what is it?” He asked, his pupils dilating by the second.

“I’m not sure if this is the dress I want to wear tonight. Would you help me choose a different one?” You asked in the same low tone. Your lip was in an intentional pout. His eyes lit up at your words. He rubbed his palms against his slacks as he stood.

“Of course,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. You wrapped your fingers around his own and he followed you into your bedroom. He sat down on the bed as you opened your dresser. You didn’t really have another dress you’d prefer to wear. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. You had bought one more dress while shopping for the one you currently adorned. But this other dress- well, it is far out of your comfort zone.

Black, nearly sheer, cut lower, and fitted tighter. You had nearly decided against it, believing you’d never actually feel confident enough to wear it out anywhere. But at least it’d hang pretty in your closet.

You were so incredibly thankful at that moment that you had decided to get it after all.

You faced away from Steven and worked at the zipper on the back of your dress. You listened carefully as his breathing grew louder and unsteady as you worked the zipper lower and lower.

He had never seen your body entirely naked before, only glimpses. You had only ever felt his hands move carefully over your clothed body as he worked his mouth gently against your own.

Your hands froze just before you reached the bottom of the zipper. Neither of you spoke for a moment, only the sound of both your increasingly shallow breathing could be heard in your room.

“Is it stuck, the zipper? Could I help?” Steven asked softly behind you. You heard him shift in the bed before he stood up, making his way behind you. Your breath was caught in your throat. Something deep within your stomach fluttered in a way that you had never experienced before. You suddenly felt warm, in the best way possible.

You didn’t need any help with your zipper, you could easily do it yourself. But the thought of him, with his hands so close to your exposed skin- Yes, actually, you decided. You would love help with your zipper.

“Mhm,” you nodded, looking over your shoulder back at him. His eyes were dark, in a way that you had never seen before. It only worked to build that warm feeling inside of you. “Yes, please.” You replied.

The back of his knuckles slowly trailed down your back until they reached your zipper. You couldn’t hide the low sigh that slipped past your tongue. You were on fire.

He lowered his head and planted a soft kiss near the base of your neck as he slid the zipper the rest of the way down. His fingers then hooked around the straps of your dress before he slid them down your arms.

The dress fell in a pool of fabric to the floor. His hands traced down your arms. How had you never noticed the roughness and calloused feeling of his fingers before?

Your mind was soon a hazy mess. You leaned back further into him. His hands moved carefully to wrap around your waist. How had you never noticed just how large his hands were?

All the air seemed to be sucked from the room.

“Is this okay, love?” Steven asked softly against your hair.

You melted further into him, pressing your back against his chest as his hands moved closer to your stomach. “Mhm, please, don’t stop.” You replied. Any hesitation in your mind vanished completely. You needed him. Wanted him. Loved him. Desperate to have him closer, in any way possible.

You turned to face him. Your bare chest exposed to him. He sucked in a sharp breath, scanning over the expanse of your body. A smirk spread across your lips as you watch his heart nearly pounding out of his chest.

You slowly reached up to his tie, undoing it slowly until it hung undone around his neck. You stepped closer, nearly pressing yourself entirely against him. His eyes widened. He quickly shoved off his coat as you undid the buttons of his shirt.

He gently slid it from his shoulders. You looked up at him, feeling your mouth water at the sight of him. You’d never be able to get enough of this, of him.

You reached up, your fingers gently slid down the expanse of his broad chest and toned stomach. You had an idea that he was fit, but he was truly something like a work of art.

He shuddered at your touch, letting out a deep groan as your finger moved lower until they stopped just above his belt.

You looked up at him, his gaze nearly eating you alive. Fuck, you would do anything to please him at that moment. You wanted to be good for him, do good for him.

You slowly traced the buckle of his belt,

“Can I?” you asked breathlessly, sucking on your bottom lip.

He nodded. The muscles in his stomach rippled as his hands flexed at his sides. Inside of the sweet, innocent eyes of the man you had grown to love, something dark spread through them. A side of him you had only caught glimpses of was now on full display to you. It was indescribable, the lust that filled your increasingly clouded mind. You needed more. You wanted to see just how dark those eyes could get.

You worked the buckle of his belt until it unfastened. You slowly lowered to your knees until you were kneeling completely in front of him, never breaking eye contact. You had never felt so powerful, so beautiful.

You carefully slid your hands around his hips before planting soft kisses on the area of his stomach just above the hem of his pants.

He sighed a deep moan. His hands slid up the sides of your face until they gently found themselves wrapped through your hair.

Your nerves were eased by his quiet praise. “So beautiful. Perfect for me.”

You had never taken a man in your mouth before, but now the thought of it made your mouth water and your stomach flip.

Your fingers slowly unbuttoned his trousers before sliding down the zipper. You traced a light touch over the hem of his boxers.

The grip he had around your hair suddenly tightened as his stomach flexed at your touch. Fuck.

Your hand slid over the hardening bulge against his boxers. The fire inside of you grew lower, setting your core ablaze. Another wave of nerves grew inside of you as you stroked along the full length of him. He was large, thick in every way that could be intimidating. Your mouth fell agape. Unable to hide your shock.

You looked back up at him, your eyes wide and wild. A sinful smirk spread across his face. This part of Steven was so new to you, but it was incredible. So incredibly beautiful. But you could still see that soft, gentle, man you had fallen in love with in the lustful blur in his eyes.

You were ready for this, despite your lack of experience. You knew Steven was fairly inexperienced in this sort of stuff as well, which eased your nerves even further. You would both figure it out as you went. Together.

You pulled down the waistband of his boxers. His cock fell up towards his stomach before falling straight in front of you.

“We can go as slow as you want to, love.” He spoke in a reassuring, soft tone.

You nodded up at him, “just wanna make you feel good.”

You carefully wrapped your hands around the length of him. Even with both of your hands, he was larger than you could hold.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his head falling back up towards the ceiling.

You twisted your hands up and down his cock as he guided you through it.

You listened intently to the way his breathing grew ragged and strained as you became more comfortable with him in your hands. His soft and rough moans were the most beautiful sound. You would do anything to hear more of them.

“Just like that, you feel so good. I’m so close, angel.” He praised between broken breaths.

Your core clenched, you could feel your own arousal dripping past your folds.

He was so incredibly beautiful, caught in the moment you leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock. His whole body tensed and flexed. A string of obscenities stumbled from his lips. Filthy words you’d never expected to hear from him. This only urged you forward.

You kissed him again, this time lapping your tongue against him. His eyes rolled back into his head. His moans grew increasingly labored.

“S’good, love.” His voice was nearly lost to himself.

You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, sucking softly, hallowing your cheeks around him as your hands worked quicker. You could feel him pulse in your touch.

“Can I come in that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart?” He asked, running his fingers gently through your hair, tracing lower until they wrapped around your neck.

You pulled away slightly, meeting his eyes. “Yes, please.”

He groaned, his grasp on your throat tightened sightly as you took him in your mouth again.

Just moments later, you felt his movements stutter and his cock pulse against your tongue. His warm release coated your throat and lips. It was unlike anything you had tasted before. It was incredible. Watching him fall apart above you, you would do anything to see him like this. Over and over again. You continued your movements until he was a mumbling mess of moans and shallow breaths. He gently pulled himself out of you.

You swallowed his come. The feeling of his release coating your throat made your most sensitive parts throb. Your arousal dripped down your inner thighs.

You were both breathless, your bodies alight.

He quickly pulled you up into his arms, planting heated and desperate kisses against your lips and face. He picked you up against him, your legs wrapping around his waist.

He brought you over to your bed, gently laying you down on the edge of the bed.

He knelt before you on the floor beside the bed. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled your panties off, discarding them on the floor.

Your chest rose and fell in shallow breaths as you watched him take in the sight of you completely.

His grip around your thighs tightened. He pulled your hips closer towards the edge of the bed.

“So perfect, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful.” He groaned, planting sloppy kisses against your inner thighs. Your mind was a fuzzy mess.

“Mmm, closer Steven. Need you.” You spoke through labored breaths.

You met his eyes, a sinful smirk plastered against his lips. He pulled you closer once more, his mouth just about your clit. The warmth of his breath against you set your body alight. He traced a soft kiss against your clit, your back arched up against the bed, your toes curled under you as he dragged your legs up around his shoulders.

He pressed his tongue against your folds and began tracing gentle, quick laps against you.

You whimpered, his low groan vibrated through you.

“Does that feel good, love?” He asked with his lips still against you.

You could hardly formulate your words. That beautiful warmth began to quickly build inside of you.

“Mhm, so good.” You sighed out as his motions quickened.

“You taste like heaven against my tongue.” His words were quickly sending you over the edge. You were desperate to come against his gorgeous face.

His grip around your thighs tightened bruisingly against your skin. The slight pain was so beautiful, you desperately wished that it’d leave marks in the morning.

Suddenly, you felt two of his fingers sliding through your dripping folds as he worked against you. He slipped inside of you, curling his fingers up to press against your most sensitive spot.

You cried out, your hands dug deep into the duvet.

“Fuck, fuck Steven, I’m so close.” You sighed out, feeling your legs wrap tighter against his back.

“Come for me, love.” He groaned against you. His words were the final push you needed. That warmth inside of your core spread through you. Your vision blurred through your blinding ecstasy. His pace was relentless as he continued to push you through your high. You were both a rambling mess of obscenities and praise.

He continued until you were clenching desperately around his fingers. Begging for him to slow his overstimulation.

He slowly stood, pushing you back further into the bed. He fell into the mattress beside you, quickly pulling you into his arms. You reached forward, clasping his head between your hands. You kissed against his lips and face, tasting your release against him.

This was heaven on earth, you were sure of it.

You both stayed quiet in a moment of blurred ecstasy. The sound of your uneven and ragged breathing filled the room as you both came down from your highs.

Once you regained your composure, you looked up into his eyes, his grip around you tightened. His deep, dark eyes lightened, catching that light you loved so much. He smiled down at you. “I love you.” He whispered, pressing kisses against your temple.

You melted into his embrace. “I love you too, Steven.”

There was another moment of blissful silence before Steven spoke again. “How about we push our dinner reservations back a bit?”

You smiled, nodding up at him. “Sounds wonderful.”

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Finn Shelby- Evil

The night had started out as any other normal day for Finn and I. I had my makeup on that Finn had bought for my birthday. My hair was done and I was wearing a pretty dress. The emphasis on was. Now I'm sat in our shared bed pissed off. Let's start from the beginning....

"How do I look?" I ask turning around to look at my boyfriend

"You look beautiful as always" Finn walks over to me and cups my face in his hands before placing a kiss on my lips

"Alright love birds come on, Tommy's waiting" John walks into our room without knocking

"Seriously John why can't you bloody knock?" Finn asks annoyed "YN might not 'ave had clothes on"

"She would 'ave because she isn't one to make Tommy wait. Now let's move" John steps aside for Finn and I to walk out of our room hand in hand.

We arrive at the races not long later. We all grab a drink and make our way to our seats.

After the race is over the boys all head to the bar for a drink, Esme and I decide to go to the toilet before we leave. Returning I see a woman say next to Finn laughing and giggling

"Who the fuck is that?" I frown at the girl flirting with my boyfriend

"Calm down YN he wouldn't..." the girl places her hand on Finns leg, Finn seems either oblivious to the touch or is enjoying her company. I march over to her and clear my throat. She turns around and looks me up and down

"Who are you?" she asks looking disgusted

"I could ask you the same thing. Now get away from my boyfriend before I make you" I sweetly say smiling at her. She scoffs at me

"I'd like to see you try" I take the drink out of Finn's hand and throw it at her before grabbing hold of her hair and pulling her off the bar stool

"Like I said get away"

"You bitch" she goes to hit me but Michael grabs her wrist before she does

"Ah ah ah. I wouldn't do that if I were you. You see that's my cousin's girlfriend which basically makes her family. Now you wouldn't hurt a Peaky Blinders family would you?" Michael says this close to her ear to intimidate her

"I-im sorry" she stutters. Michael let's her go and she practically runs out

"You ok?" he asks concerned

"Yeah. Could 'ave handled her"

"Let's just go home" I turn to look at Finn

"With me or her?"

"Excuse me?" he frowns

"Well from what I saw she was flirting with you..."

"She was?" Finn says confused

"Don't act dumb with me. Just take me home" I cross my arms annoyed.

Now here I am in bed glaring at Finn with my arms crossed as he undresses

"Jesus woman, you going to stop glaring at me?" I stay silent "look I said I'm sorry" he sits in front of me and takes my hands into his "I honestly didn't know she was flirting" I continue to stay silent "come on stop being so jealous and talk to me"

"I am not being jealous" I turn my head away from him

"You are. Now look at me" Finn takes my head in his hands and makes me look at him

"I love you. Only you. I swear I didn't know she was flirting. I honestly thought she was just being nice while being super drunk. I'm so sorry. If that happens again I will shut it down straight away. Please forgive me" I sigh at Finn

"I need a drink" I get out of bed and go down the stairs where Michael and Polly are

"How long are you going to torture the poor boy?" Polly asks

"Eh, just util I've drank my water" I shrug

"You are evil YN YLN" I laugh at Michael while getting my cup.

When I go back upstairs I see Finn looking super sad. I get into bed and cuddle into him. His arms immediately going around my waist

"I really am sorry"

"I know" I kiss his cheek and lay on his chest "I love you Finn"

"I love you too" he kisses my forehead. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

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