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unabashednightmarepizza · 9 months

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𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 3

A/N: I'm so damn happy, adding that It's Ben' bday, that I'll share two parts of this and an oneshot

Tagging: @bloody-mf-bsc, @augustwithquills

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Y/N Y/L/N: There they are, my beautiful girls!🥹💞

My offer is still on, btw 🤭

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User2: The Devil works hard, but no one works harder than Y/N in trying to woo her girlfriends

Jessie_mei_li: She really doesn't have to, we're all very happy to oblige... And so do everyone else, like have you seen her? 🫦😏

freddycarter1: benbarnes, I think you are loosing your woman here...😳🫢

Kittheyounger: I don't want to be a child of divorce! 😭

User6: WHY ARE THEY SO DRAMATIC DJSJDJ

User6: Now I wanna know what her offer is...

User4: Ben Barnes is being attacked from every corner possible and we are all watching, him loose this Great War.

User1: He still is very much so in love and ready to fight tooth and nail for her... Even though he is usually a dork 🤣

User8: That one time when Y/N ate what Ben made for her on her birthday, though she had allergies for that one food but didn't tell hım about it, and she had to go to hospital with a terrified Ben on her tail?

User5: OMG I feel bad for laughing! Poor Ben and Y/N... I remember hım saying that he was so scared for her and thought he killed her accidently 🥹😭

User4: And when she was asked why she did it, she just casually said: "What do you mean why? He did it, thinking that I'd like it. I'd drink fucking posion if my man came to me with such thing!"

User3: And Ben Barnes, who is usually so cool, got teary eyed and hugged her thightly and apologized? On live? Even though he doesn't like talking about his life? That's who we stan.

User1: It's almost like we are their children, reminiscing about their past... But I'm jealous because I don't have someone like her in my life

User4: My life would surely be different if I had her in my life, not even as a partner. She just is so effortlessly kind...

Y/N's.dimple: Ben Barnes is living the life we want... We're just little gremlins watching them

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Y/N Y/L/N: Stop making my heart stop with that smile and being cute. Bitch. Who gave you the right? This goes straight to be my New lockscreen.

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User4: Y/N is just our inner voice coming out on social media

User3: Her love is agressive confessions of love, if you aren't gonna put a ring on her finger benbarnes, I will. And I'll do it gladly.

Y/N Y/L/N: Look at hım... So cute, so squeashy, so adorable. He is my handsome babygirl 🥰🤭 (No, I'm not giggling and kicking my feet, the scene would be ruined if I moved the came- Ah, look at that! Suddenly I'm on hım??) Liked by benbarnes

User4: Aight my life didn't matter anyways *dies of cuteness*

User5: I love the way they love each other and show it without caring for anyone, and also how we simp for them 🥹😍❤️

amita_suman: @ user5, you guys aren't alone. We also feel the same way🥹

User7: Ben Barnes is finally being pampered on social media! He finally had his dream come true!

benbarnes.fans: The way she is so soft with others but absolutely a menace with Ben just shows that they are comfortable with each other so much...

User5: And the way he looks at her as she acts like who she really is? All comfortable with him?? I'm crying 🥹😭

User6: You know what's even best? If not for Y/N, we wouldn't have Ben, Amita, Jessie and others.

User3: I swear they all forget their passwords

User2: What's even funnier is that they really do forget their passwords and one time asked her... Y/N literally takes note their passwords and has absolute control over their accounts lol

User3: She wasn't called "the Mommy" for no reason🤣

Y/N Y/L/N: They are all children stuck in grown-up's bodies...It's hard you know? Taking care of them as a single mom😔

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Y/N Y/L/N: Another appreciation post!

1.Here is my lovely harem!

2. Just so you know, she was looking at me! And big applause for dear @ ambercrombachmua for all those amazing makeups! You guys are amazing!

3. That was the last day of shooting... Did they cry? Yes. Did we cry? Also yes. Did I hide in my caravan because I didn't want to see them all cry? Also yes.🥹

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User11: She is so precious, just like a cinnamon roll❤️

User7: love how she didn't forget to include the makeup department. Everyone needs to take a moment and appreciate them.

Y/N Y/L/N: We need to take SEVERAL minutes just to applaud them 👏

User6: Is she the one who did that amazing bloody, unhinged Kaz makeup? Because if so, I hope they are having an amazing day @ Y/N Y/L/N

Y/N Y/L/N: Yes, she was! And what a masterpiece it was...

Hater1: another cheating post!

User3: the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you here again? Go and cry at the corner.

Hater1: I just know that she banged at least one person there behind Ben's back. She doesn't deserve hım.

User3: THAT'S IT! HOW DARE YOU BRING THEM DOWN INTO THIS AND BLAME THEM WITH SUCH THING?! ALL OF THEM SHOWED NOTHING BUT LOVE FOR BOTH OF THEM, AND EVERYONE AND I MEAN EVERYONE WHO HAD EVER MET THEM HOW IN LOVE THEY LOOKED! THEY ARE SUCH SWEET PEOPLE THAT THEY DON'T DESERVE RHIS SHIT! JUST BECAUSE Y/N SHOWS HER LOVE THROUGH SARCASM DOESN'T MEAN SHE DOESN'T LOVE HIM! IF SHE DIDN'T, SHE WOULDN'T HAVE FLIGHT TO THE OTHER PART OF THE PLANET WHEN BEN WAS SICK! GET YOUR SICK BRAIN AND GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM AND DON'T RUIN THEIR HAPPINESS!

User7: Sis, here is your crown, you dropped it 〈⁠(⁠•⁠ˇ⁠‿⁠ˇ⁠•⁠)⁠-⁠→👑

benbarnes: and who do I deserve more than her? You?

User5: our dad hit the nail so nice! Well-said dad, hand them their ass! FANS ASSEMBLE TOGETHER!

benbarnes: I didn't say anything because my girlfriend wanted me to not do anything harsh, but now I'm happy to tell you that by disrespecting my love and me like that, you signed your doom. Enjoy your new hell.

User6: You know It's dead-ass serious when her man gets involved... I wanna see that hater cry.

User9: there is just something with the way Ben defended Y/N that... I can't just get out of my head.

User6: This is what a Man is, girls. Take notes and don't settle down for any less!

User7: The way she just doesn't share the others in the second one... Girl, do you hate the men of the cast?😂

User4: I heard that she actually loves them all so much *whispers slowly*

Y/N: Ahh, here is my secret out in the wild... there is another fanpage dedicated to them, they just don't know it

Kittheyounger: I knew you liked others than Luke! This is the best day of my life! Guys, you don't know how it feels like to be bullied and slapped by your own director😭 Someone who is supposed to love you and care for you, be there when you need and help you...

Y/N Y/L/N: Kit, your inner Jesper is showing itself again and I aint your mama

kittheyounger: what language is that?!

Y/N Y/L/N: American English, you Brit! Not that you would understand... and don't you dare spit your venom at my precious Luke and David...

User8: DOES THAT MEAN HE COMES BACK?! PLEASE I NEED IT!

User8: Y/N, THE PRETTIEST MOST SUCCESFULL WOMAN? I AM ON MY KNEES PLEASE WHERE ARE YOU?!

User2: Bro is desperate lol @ user8

User5: This further proves that, yes Jessie is the favourite one

User3: but look at her and that little scrunch if her nose! How could she not be?🤭🥰

Y/N Y/L/N: another one who understands my point... One day, everyone will ✊🥹

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Y/N Y/L/N: Same, sis, same...✊🥹

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benbarnes: One day, love... Just one day of you not sharing any "memes" about me.

Y/N: But... But they are cute 👉👈 And you are so... Hot. And mine.

benbarnes: the real thing is sitting next to you and you are giggling at your phone??

Y/N Y/L/N: But... But I have to look at your younger pictures. You aged like fine wine and I'm this 🤏 close to just jump on you and...you know what I mean.

benbarnes: Okay, that's enough internet for you today 😑😳🫠

User9: Y/N just realized how hot her man is and now she uses every chance to tease hım and I'm living for it

User6: Like we always say: Live, laugh and love Y/N and her sense of humor

Y/N Y/L/N: It's the same as Gen-Z humour really. There are young people working for me, and they tell me the most bizarre stories ever like... how are you all still alive??

User8: Ben is just so done yet also in love with her that he just can't say no to her 🥹❤️

User9: Her captions are just killing me 🤣 By the way is that hater fine? If not, I can just... talk to her like a civil person🔪

User5: I heard user3 handed that person their ass from DMs so bad that they erased their account lol

User9: Good for her! That shit never gave up on picking on our parents, someone had to show them our power

User12: The way Ben defended her tho😳 I bet my ass dad is planning homicide and I'd gladly help. FOR OUR MOTHER!

user7: by the way they had been all over each other in stories and post... They are probably having a hot session or something 👐

User3: Thank you all for your support! I was just so angry at them for saying such things about probably the nicest people on this Planet! They saved me, and many others, without even knowing, Y/N is the sweetest soul ever with how she supports and is there for everyone who wants her help and she ABSOLUTELY doesn't deserve to get hate!

Y/N Y/L/N: I can actually cry, I'm so grateful to have fans like you 🥹

Y/N.Fanpage: PLEASE DON'T CRY I CAN'T BEAR IT-

User12: Girlie pop Y/N also had a crush on Caspian, best Info I had today 😌

User5: The way Y/N just knows her man and how he aged is so mood

User3: Considering she also tried to jump on his bones... Also a mood

User2: girl, did something happen today? @ Y/N Y/L/N Usually she isn't that mushy... Not that I have a complaint.

amita_suman: @ user2 no, except one of the workers we absolutely loathe flirting with him shamelessly in front of her 😒

freddycarter1: and her absolutely roasting her so bad that she quit... And us planning our revenge 🤭

archierenaux3: No one messes with our parents!😡

Y/N Y/L/N: I apologize for the inconvenient shit I'll be right now but... Did the FUCKING Nicki Minaj just... Like my post?

User5: Opps, we lost her again...

benbarnes: Indeed we did... She is blasting her songs inside the house right now.

#shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone series #shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone cast #shadow and bone #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine #ben barnes #celebrity imagine #celebrity x reader #celebrity au #celebrity reader #celebrity #celebs #imagine #reader insert #famous au #fluff

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vibratingskull · 7 months

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"I saw your asks are open 👉👈 would I please be able to request Thrawn x F!reader where thrawn has a breeding kink? Thank you if you end up getting around to it 💙 much love" - @thrawns-babygirl

Thawn with a breeding kink!! You're speaking to my soul dear !!!!!

Part 2

Tags : smut, breeding kink, cockwarming, p in v, creampie, multiple orgasms, fluff

Thrawnx f!reader

Thrawn is nothing but a gentleman. Always polite, put together and a man of elegance. He talked to you about his desire for a family, having little guys running around him laughing with their heart. He saw himself as a future father and was ready to try with you even though you are human. He made sure you shared his vision of course, around a cup of tea in a sunny afternoon at your apartment he asked you the question out of the blue:

"Ch’acah, what do you think of children?"

"I like them, why this question?" You raise your head from your holobook.

-Because I think I should start to worry about them if I want them for myself, he simply responds. I would love to hold a little one of mine in my hands, hug them.

You smile at the image it creates in your mind, him hugging the baby under the sun in your own garden, cradling them as he hums a tune.

"-"It would be adorable, you admit."

"Are you ready to try with me?" He extends his hand to you, with a calm tone but eyes full of hopes.

You take his hand and squeeze it.

"-"Of course, love."

And that was that. You have never heard of it since then, not that it surprised you: your lover is a busy man, always away on his ISD. He had other things to think about than family life, and you don’t hold that against him, you have your own life and job to think about.

Until tonight.

"What… What did you just say?" You ask, unsure of what you’ve heard.

He smiles snarkily, biting your ear, purring loudly. You're laying down on your bed, lazily making out like you always do when he comes back from a long campaign. You especially choosed a negligee of his favorite color to welcome him and he was not able to take his hands out of you since he passed the door, kissing you and kneading your boobs tenderly.

"I said," he repeats slowly, " would you let me breed you?"

He peppers kisses on your cheeks and jaw, malaxing your tits under the fabric as you try to make sense of what he just said to you.

Breed?

Thrawn is a very reserved person, always in control, bad tongues would say uptight or repressed, even with you he remains a bit aloof. And in your sex life he proved himself pretty vanilla even if he accepted to try any new fancy you come to think about with a gentle smile.

So for him to ask you this.

On those terms.

So crudely and shamelessly.

He could have say “I want to try for a baby” but he very deliberately chose this… word

It shook you up a bit.

You look at him, your lower lips trembling a bit as he observes you intensely, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"Breed?"

"Am I not clear enough?" He tilts his head.

"You-You are! It’s just… It’s so sudden and you never speak of your desire so openly, I-"

He chuckles, burying his head in the crook of your neck and nibbling at your sensitive skin.

"You are right, I usually let you experiment as you please but tonight…"

He bites down your shoulder earning a yelp of surprise and pleasure from you.

"...tonight I feel selfish. I want you all for myself, for my pleasure, for my own fantasies."

He licks his way from your shoulder to your jaw.

"Would it not be a marvelous sight? You, pregnant at my side, giving me as many children as I so desire… Letting other men know you are whole for me… Taking me so well, as you were made for me…"

You hear a growl echoing in his throat at his words. He licks your cheek and nibbles your ear once again. You are out of words, completely taken by surprise and a tingle of excitement piercing your flesh. He always has been a laid back lover, it is the first time you hear his jealousy for other men put into words. It makes you feel wanted, jealously guarded…

You nod, at a loss for words.

"Yes…" you breath.

He grins.

"Wonderful… " Hekisses you delicately. "Let us start now!"

And without any warning, he seizes your negligee and tears the delicate fabric apart, letting you bare before him. You gasp in surprise.

"Thrawn ! Those are not free!"

But you say it for form, in reality this display of animality strikes you straight at your core. You curl your toes in anticipation. He pulls your panties, kissing your legs and thighs.

"I am sorry, I will buy you another. A new one for each child. I will buy you a hundred."

"A hundred." You say intimidated "Thrawn you can’t be serious?"

"I have full trust in you" he says looking into your eyes, completely seriously.

He discards your undergarment in one corner of the room, and crawls between your legs, a deep rumble from his throat like a ravenous carnivore. He flashes his pearly white teeth to you, and you realize they are exceptionally pointy and long. You gulp.

He spread your legs nice and wide and lay on his stomach between them, never breaking eye contact. He kisses your inner thighs gently, biting into it once with an amused chuckle before focusing on your pussy. He kisses your venus mount reverently and buries his nose in your pubes, inhaling your musk with a deep rumble in his chest making you bite your inner cheek. With the flat of his tongue he takes a long, sloppy lick across your cunt. You moan, squirming under his grip. He trails your slit with his wet tongue before focusing on your clit, he sucks, kisses, nibbles, circles and licks across your nervous bud. You throw your head backward in mind blowing pleasure, he always been so good at eating your pussy but tonight he seems determined to surpass himself. You mewl for his ears, vocalizing your pleasure, letting him know he does a good job, and in response his purr gets deeper. It feels like an actual big feline is in the room, instead the vibrations spread into his tongue which add to the wonderful sensations he makes you feel. Your fingers find their way in his soft hair, pulling him closer to the heat pool between your legs, you roll your hips in tandem with him devouring you like a starved man. You feel all your blood flowing down your southern mouth, gorging your tender flesh. Your legs start trembling and your hips jolt away from him, the pleasure getting to much for you, but he growls and pin you down, forcing you to endure his assaults. Your walls puffing up until they clench furiously on the void and you squirt in his face. You let out an embarrassed whine as he thoroughly laps and drinks at your cunt.

"Sorry, I should have warned" you say between pants.

"Never say sorry for that" he orders licking his lips, "Now let us up to it!"

He rises to open his white jacket. He loves to make love to you in his pristine white uniform, it makes him feel important and dignified. You see the bulge in the tight fabric as he opens his pants, your mouth waters at the sight of his hardened cock. He lets himself fall on you with a chuckle, embracing you he rolls on his back, letting you straddle his lap.

"I want you to ride me tonight, ch’acah" He indicates.

You rise on your knees and take his dick in your hand. You give it a few strokes before aligning it with your entrance and ease it inside you, your former orgasm helping tremendously. You moan at the feeling of being full to the brim, his girth stuffing you just like it should. You grin of pleasure and circle your hips before riding him. His hands under his head, Thrawn devours you with his ravenous glowing eyes, looking at your breast bounce in a hypnotizing manner.

"That is it, Ch’acah. Fuck yourself on my cock, show me how much you want me inside of you. Fuck you stupid, earn my seed…" He licks the remnant of your juices on his lips, growling lowly

"Yes, Thrawn…" you breathe

You work your hips up and down as much as you can, as quickly as you can. You feel his veiny length grazes your g spot deliciously as he stretches you out to permit his girth to enter you. You rock yourself up and down rapidly, chasing another orgasm, feeling unbolded by his gaze on you, giving you wings. You hear him breath deeply under all your whining, a rare clue of his pleasure, so you give your all and double-down on your motion, trying to please him as much as possible. He throws his head backward a bit, repositioning himself comfortably on the pillows, his hands grasping your hips and brushing your skin with his thumbs.

"Go on, Vir, You are doing so good. Please yourself…"

Rapidly you pant and feel your trembling legs giving up, you try to keep up by taking support on his chiseled abs under his shirt but soon your body gives up and you end up laying on him, with shaking legs. You swear internally, you were so close to another orgasm!

"Tssssss…" He spanks your ass, "I have to do everything around here" he growls.

He holds down your hips and starts rutting inside you at a high pace. You gasp at his change of tone, him who’s usually so supporting and nice… He repeatedly hits your cervix, deep inside you and you can’t do anything but take it. You moan as he mercilessly thrust into your wet, slick cunt. He pushes air out of your lungs as your clit gets all swollen and puffy, you helplessly slide a hand between your two bodies to caress it.

"Greedy, are you not?" He mocks, "You can’t satisfy yourself with what I generously offer you?"

"No, Thrawn! It’s just-"

"Silence. I am not interested in your excuses." he bites your ear with a loud purr, contrasting with his mean words.

He slows down his pace to give you violent thrusts that will leave you sore until he cums inside you. You cry out at the familiar sticky and warm sensation of his seed inside you. Without warning he slips out of you and pushes you on the mattress, you yelp and end up on your stomach, face first in the pillows and your hips in the air.

"Since you cannot contempt yourself with what I give, might as well let me take the lead."

He pinches your butt and you cry out again, indignant, before entering you again in your raw hole. Him who is usually so tender and loving transformed into a totally new man, ruthless and animalistic. He fucks you senseless, knocking you forward at with each thrust.

"Ideally we will need to do it everyday, several times a day" he indicates mundanely.

You're out of breath, disheveled and sore but he’s clearly not even close to being tired or panting. The man is a fucking unit, as your gonna learn at your expense.

"We will continue while you are pregnant, of course. A happy and well cared for mother guarantees a healthy baby and I cannot take any risk. And once you delivered them, I will fuck another one into you right away."

He plunges his shaft profoundly into you, his potent sperm acting as an efficient lubricant. You mewl each time he rocks his hips against your thigh ass, more like a fleshlight than an active participant.

"It will be wonderful. You, full and round,giving me little ones as much as I want… I always desired a big family, giving my children siblings for them to never be alone."

You don't comment on that, knowing too well where that comes from him. Instead you try to steady yourself with your elbows as he threatens to push you over at each powerful thrust.

"You will be the best mother for my children. Caring and patient, I could not dream of a better candidate." He buries himself to the hilt and circles his hips. “Maker, you are so tight…”

He spanks your ass and kneads the flesh of your hips with his large hands.

"Now be a good girl and take what I offer. "

He thrusts into you one last time and comes inside you again. You whine his name as pleasure waves come crashing down upon you. You feel your soft tummy get swollen with the quantity of cum he just gave you. He pulls himself out and you fall on the mattress with a 'oof'. You feel is semen oozing out of you, flowing down your thighs and on the sheets. He observes the spectacle, fascinated.

"You are wasting it" he berates.

He traces his fingers along your thighs and pushes it back in. He takes your legs and pulls them to put you on your back, you let him do, trying to catch your breath. He pushes his slender finger in your overstimulated pussy, brushing your g spot so deliciously. He fingers you thoroughly, dragging any moan you have left in you.

"Relax, Ch'acah" he murmurs, "Take this time to recover some energy."

He leans over you and takes one of your tits in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and alternating with the other.

"You are so good for me, letting me use you as I please. What did I do to deserve you ?"

You giggle, exhausted.

"Shouldn't I say that ?"

He doesn't answer, his purring resume loud and clear. You moan, squirming under his weight as he eases his finger in and out of you, adding two others he hooks his knuckles to graze at your sweet spot relentlessly as he peppers kisses on your breast and your collar bone.

“Ah- Thrawn…” You gasp, tears just behind your eyes ready to spill, “Please… please kiss me…”

He raises his head to look at you, his expression indecipherable. For a second you think you said something bad, but slowly he leans towards you and kisses you oh so tenderly. You moan in the kiss as he works his fingers inside you. He gently pushes his tongue inside to hug and dance with yours. You dig your nails in the fabric of his black top, as he kisses and fingers you rhythmically, in unison. You came for the third time tonight, toes curling and eyes rolling inside your skull. The cry of your orgasm is muffled by the kiss and his purring. He releases your lips, biting on the lower one, to let you catch your breath. He takes out his fingers and bring them to your puffy lips.

“Suck.” He softly orders.

You open your mouth and lick his digit thoroughly, lapping them clean as he purrs approvingly. He stands up to undress completely, letting you on the bed, messy, lips swollen and mind-blown, your remain immobile as your chest moves up and down rapidly. He passes a hand in his hair and with your tired eyes you see the thinnest layer of sweat glistening on his gorgeous body. His strong arms, his broad shoulders, large chest, well chiseled abs, tiny waist and long legs. You don’t deprive yourself from devouring him with your eyes. He crawls back on the bed to you, kissing you languorously. He pushes you on your back, laying on you, embracing you with his arms, squeezing you tightly.

“Ch'ah ch'acah vah…” He sings between kisses “Ch'ah ch'acah vah.”.

He caresses your cheek with his thumb as he grazes your back. This is your man, tender and loving, the one you’re used to. Even if his former demonstration of possessiveness was agreeable and madly, madly exciting, you’re glad he’s back to his usual self, you love him affectionate. His hands travel south, he pushes your legs against your bust giving an easier access to your pussy. He kisses your forehead and enters you once again. You feel his cock pushing its way in your tight core, deliciously stretching you out for his veiny shaft.

“I love how you strangle my cock.” He explains shamelessly.

It makes you flush and you feel your cheeks burning hot. He thrust deep inside you, slowly, methodically, strategically.He slides his hand into yours and intertwines your fingers. Just like his war plans, he meticulously studied you, what you like, what makes you cry of pleasure and uses it against you, driving you crazy with bliss. He rolls his hips sensually, like a dance, brushing your gummy sweet spot deep inside you. He thrust in you languidly, nibbling at your ear. You circle his shoulders with your arms and dig your nails in his blue skin, whining with tears rolling down your cheeks and glossy eyes. You feel so loved, so adored when he makes love to you like that…

“Vah're ch'eo vim ch'eo nor.” He murmurs in your ear, making your heart sing.

You hear him grunt and groan as he pushes into you.

“Vah k'ir ch'ah ran'cah cseo bun, ch’acah.”

You entangle your legs around his waist, imprisoning him inside you and kiss his cheek.

“I love you Thrawn.” You pant “I never loved someone so much before…”

He caresses your cheek and kisses you once again. You humm against his lips as you feel the vibrations again. It tickles a bit, you giggle and he squeezes you tighter at your chuckle. His tall stature shields you completely, you feel safe as he presses his warm body against yours. He quickens his pace, plunging into you with obscene noises, wet flesh slapping wet flesh. His weight on your tummy forces his seed out of you, sticking the legs of both of you and definitely ruining the sheets. He frees you lips and you lower your head to see your bodies connecting, it’s a real mess down there! Your breath gets caught up as you observe his cock pushing into you mercilessly, a creamy “O” at the base. His thrusts become erratic until he goes still, emptying himself into you, moaning your name. You feel both of your bodies contracting and tensing up as your pussy milk him for every last drop he has. Your orgasm is much softer and warm, like waves of heat washing over you. A really nice ending to this delicious soiree.

He lays upon you, catching his breath, you hear him pants next to your head. You caress his hair, peppering kisses on his cheek. He squeezes your hand, not releasing you and kiss your forehead before putting his own against it. You look up at his closed eyelids, observing as droplets of sweat rolls on his glistening skin, thinking that you married the most gorgeous man in the all galaxy. You brush your nose with his, making him open his eyes. He looks into yours like he’s entranced and kisses you deeply, not removing himself from inside you. You kiss him back with enthusiasm before he rises to a sitting position, slicking his hair back.

He caresses your swollen tummy full of his cum with a side grin, mind absently like he’s already picturing your children.

“How do you think they will be?” You ask him.

“Like you” He murmurs, his fingers dancing on your venus mont.

“I would prefer it if they were little geniuses like you!” You contradict.

He chuckles.

“You would not bear having multiples of myself around you, cha’cah. It would be chaos.”

“I doubt it, they would be the calmest, most polite children to ever exist.”

He shakes his head.

“They will be like the most amazing woman alive, and the Galaxy will be better for it.”

You throw a pillow at his head.

“You vile flatterer!” You laugh.

He catches the pillow adroitly and leans to kiss you again.

“I love you, Thrawn.”

“I love you more…” he responds enamored

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“Ch'ah ch'acah vah”: I love you

"Vir": Dear

“Vah k'ir ch'ah ran'cah cseo bun, ch’acah”: You make me feel so good, love

So I tried to write him more mean/dominant than usual, but I'm a tender Thrawn whore so it didn't last... I hope you like it either way !!!

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton

#thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x f!reader #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #fanfic #vibratingskull #thrawn smut

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liyawritesss · 1 year

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can you do more reader x riri maybe a date night or something on campus

ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

Character: MCU!Riri Williams x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Fic

Synopsis: School is out for the semester, and all Riri wants is to spend some quality time with her girlfriend back home.

Warnings: Some BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER spoilers if you haven't watched the movie. Some cursing as well but overall just some tear jerking fluff

A/N: I may have went a lil sidetracked with this request. I couldn't really think of any good date night ideas on campus per se, but I do think that during the cold Riri would prefer indoor dates with her loved, and that's kind of how this came about. I hope you enjoy nonetheless! Suggested songs to listen to while reading: Lauv's "I Like Me Better".

Also, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all my followers, mutual, friends, family, and important people in my life, on Tumblr and beyond. Yall have made this an enjoyable year and I can't wait to spend many more with you guys!!

Tags: @verachii @rxcently @badass-dora-milaje @babyboiboyega @inmyheadimobsessed @lunerenzo @letitias-fav

December 17th. The day that college students all across America had been waiting for since the start of the semester….the end of it.

Riri was all too happy to be boarding the plane back to Chicago. Her and her mother had packed up her dorm room the day prior, so all that was left to go back home was herself. While Boston had its perks, there was nothing there that could even begin to compare to the wonders of the Windy City. And it didn’t have the people she really cared about, either.

Speaking of, the moment she got settled on the plane, an inbound Facetime request caught her attention. The caller ID on the screen read ‘babygirl <3’. A smile instantly spread across her face.

“Hi baby!” Your cheery voice chimes through the cellular device once she answers it. “You’re just gettin’ on the plane?”

“Yeah, takeoff is in like twenty minutes they said,” Riri replies, plopping down in her seat after putting her carryon in her overhead compartment. “I cannot wait to be home. I be tired of Boston the moment I step in this bitch.”

Your giggle warms the engineers heart as she stares at you endearingly, her head leaning on the window which shows the outside of the plane. “What’chu doin’, mamas?”

“Ah, I was just finishing something up for you,” you reply, and by the tone of your voice shifting from cheery to bashful, Riri could tell it was from the nickname she had given you. Her eyebrows furrow together as you add on “It’s a surprise!”

“Oh no, what’chu don’ did now?” Riri questions, her tone playful. She breaks out into a toothy grin as she sees your face feigning hurt.

“Me? Why you always assume I don’ did somethin’ bad?”

“‘Cus whenever I come home, you always in some trouble!”

“It’s not my fault! The world just…hates me!”

“Yeah, okay, (Y/N),”

The overhead intercom beeps alive, and the voice of one of the plane staff begins to ring from the speaker above Riri. “Attention all passengers. This flight will be ready for takeoff in ten minutes. Please follow the necessary precautions regarding electronic devices, personal carry ons, etc. Thank you for flying with us, and we hope you have an enjoyable flight.”

“You heard her, babe. I gotta go,” and although your pout makes Riri want to continue the Facetime call, her resolve is much stronger than any puppydog eyes you could pull on her. “I’ll meet you when I land, okay baby?”

“Okayyy…” You reply, drawing out the last syllable of the word. “I love you. Be safe!”

“I love you, too, mamas. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The moment you saw Riri coming from the escalator, you instantly bolted to her, despite her mother’s protests. Riri virtually dropped everything in her hands and rushed to you as well, both of you colliding in a bone crushing embrace that left you two on the floor of the airport terminal, smothering each other’s faces with kisses of endearment and a many ‘I missed you’s.

“Aight, nah, y’all get up, people’s is startin’ to stare!” Ronnie warned, but it was a moment before her words registered with the both of you. You were just so happy to see each other, after basically four months apart and constant schedule conflicts. But when the reality that what you were doing may have been a teeny bit inappropriate for the airport set in, you helped Riri get her previously discarded belongings, and the three of you were off back to Riri’s home.

Ronnie spoke of some business she needed to take care of, but when Riri asked for specifics, the older woman replied “Grown folks stuff,” with a mischievous smile. And with her gaze shooting to you for a quick second, Riri suspected that whatever you had planned for her arrival, her mother had conspired, so much so that she was leaving the two of you at the house for an unspecified amount of time. Who knew a mother could be their child’s girlfriend’s best wing woman?

“C’mon, baby, just show me what it is,” the engineer whined, becoming impatient, “is it in my room? It’s in my room, ain’t it!”

“Calm down, speed-ball,” you replied, “Just keep your eyes closed and you’ll see soon enough.”

Although Riri wanted to open her eyes now, she obeyed, and kept her eyes closed as you led her through the house and to her room. You twisted the knob of the door and opened it quietly, guiding your girlfriend through the threshold. After centering her in the middle of her room, you took a step back, and told her to open her eyes. What Riri saw absolutely stunned her speechless.

Her room, with lilac walls and a variety of posters littering the walls, that once had junk neatly scattered everywhere, had been completely transformed. In the top ceiling corners, false vines wrapped around the four walls, and with them were lantern colored LED lights that shone a warm white color. Her bedding had been replaced with a more festive covering, the blanket, sheets, and pillowcases having small reindeer pattern on the white background (save for two pillows, which just had new white silk pillowcases on them). In one corner was a snack table set up with both of your favorites, most - if not all - holiday themed. And in the space above her dresser, which would have held a TV, had the projection of Netflix on its walls. Also on the bed were two matching pajama sets, with black tops and red, green and white plaid pants.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Riri breathed in disbelief, “You did all this?”

You nodded proudly. “With some help from Ms. Ronnie, she helped with the projector.”

The engineer is still in a state of shock when you come to her side, placing a peck on her cheek. “We can unpack later, but you, my darling, deserve to relax a little,” You add on, taking her face into your hands. You smile when you see her visibly melt into them. “I know MIT’s been kicking your ass.”

Riri takes the opportunity, and your closeness, to place a short kiss of gratitude on your lips. “Nah you know damn well them white folks ain’t got shit on me, mama.”

Her words make you laugh, because you know it’s true. “Aight, baby, lets get you in the shower.”

After an hour of showering and getting cute for your evening in, including a water fight in the shower, trying not to slip on the wet floor the both of you made, and taking a couple of mirror selfies in your matching pajamas, you and Riri find refuge in her bed, snacking on the various little food options you so graciously provided. Riri has her head on your chest as she munches on a bag of Takis, while the movie Gremlins is projected onto the wall above her dresser; though little attention is being paid to the movie itself, as Riri is disclosing information from the last few weeks that she was away.

It’s moments like these that Riri misses the most about being away at MIT. Sure she gets to make different gadgets and best preppy white boys in chemical equations, but nothing will ever beat coming home to the girl she loves.

“And then come to find out the fish-lookin’ nigga just needed to be baked a lil’ bit to knock his ass down-” It’s the way you burst out laughing, almost spitting out your drink, at her description of the legendary fight she was able to witness as part of the attack force in Wakanda. Riri laughs too as she looks up at you from her position on your chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, cuz it really sounds like she turned him into some grilled tilapia-!”

“-and did! And did!”

Your shared laughter echoed throughout the four lilac walls of Riri’s room, the christmas movie being played from the projector becoming obsolete to the two of you at that moment. When the laughter finally began to cease, you caught Riri staring at you. Not an awkward kind of stare, nor an examining one. Just a gaze of endearment as she placed her head on the plush of your thighs, not breaking eye contact.

“What’chu lookin’ at me like that for?” you question, bashful, at the intensity of her gaze, Riri just shrugs, and turns her head to the ceiling.

“Nothin’, just…thinkin’,” she replied. There's a slight pause, before her eyes return back to you, and she starts to speak once again.

“I like me better when I’m with you,” the engineer confesses. Riri reaches for your free hand, and you happily hand it over to her. Her words intrigue you, as you’re unsure why she randomly spoke them, but nonetheless, your heart warms at them.

As though you spoke your confusion aloud, Riri sits up, her fingers now intertwined with yours, and she continues on; “I mean- like, when I’m in Boston, it’s like I’m on autopilot. I just kinda do shit ‘cuz I have to. But when I’m here- when I’m with you…everything makes sense. I ain’t gotta stress about shit, I’on have to be perfect. I look at you and shit makes sense, y’know? It’s corny as fuck but…I really don’t know where I’d be without you, (Y/N).”

It’s a revelation Riri came to while stationed in Wakanda for her protection against Talokan. Not being able to contact you because of the secrecy of the whole ordeal gave her ample time to think about you and your place in her life. Because truth be told, when Riri was around you, she was a completely different person compared to being in Boston or being at Princess Shuri’s side. With you, life was effortless, love was plentiful, and the idea of being separated from you, the reality of being separated from you with no contact, tore her up inside.

You were truly her peace.

Riri’s words made your eyes tear up a little. The engineer was never good with words - her actions and the ability to show what she was about was something she always prided herself in - but to hear the sincerity and ingenuity spill from her lips was a gift like no other.

You took your interlocked hands, bringing them to your lips and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles, soft and sweet-smelling from the cocoa-butter she applied onto her skin after the shower. She was heaven in your hands, and you would do anything to protect and love Riri with all your heart.

There wasn’t a need to exchange anymore words - the look in which you two shared spoke enough volumes that mother nature herself could hear the comforting silence, and take from it the love you two shared and melt away the frosty December cold and snow. And the two of you rested with your foreheads pressed together, hands holding each other, smiling like idiots in love, as the moonlight from the sky bathed the two of you in a glow fit for goddesses.

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stsainz · 1 year

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CHICO ROSADO

4.1k words

ship: charlos

side ship: maxiel

characters: carlos sainz, charles leclerc, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo

tags: charlos , car kissing , the car sex comes later , 22 y/o toro rosso carlos is cocky and it’s hot , charles leclerc is babygirl , maxiel is cute , eventual part 2 , eventual nsfw

summary: while in different ranks of formula racing, charles and carlos manage to have their paths cross at a business event. having enjoyed charles’ company, carlos goes out of his way to spend more time with the younger boy. meanwhile, promiscuous articles about carlos are circulating around the formula racing world, and as they spend more time together, charles confronts him about the rumors.

* disclaimer: while based on real life people and events, every instance that occurs in this story is entirely fictitious, and the dates do not accurately reflect real life. i have taken the liberty as author to bend reality and change teams and pairings and the general timeline of formula 1 racing and all related occurrences. this story will be best enjoyed if the reader suspends their disbelief a little <3 enjoy!

*made for mobile reading*

saint sainz presente:

CHICO ROSADO

16 september 2017 radio interview recording room

carlos sweeps a few fingers through the thick of his dark hair, sitting pliantly in a cushy chair with little attention to the commotion of a tech crew around him. he settles his cap back atop his head and finally puts on a pair of large black headphones.

across the table sits an interviewer and a co-host. the three are cozied up in a rather soundproof room. this is carlos’ first radio interview, but it all still feels familiar— in a good way, carlos decides.

he remains demure even though there are no cameras watching him. he fiddles with his hands in his lap, twists the headphone wire, and sinks into his chair as he and the interviewers have a surprisingly unfiltered conversation.

…

interviewer 1: so, the car you drive off the track is… what did you say it was?

carlos: a golf gti, one my parents bought for me.

ah, i see. so not too much luxury outside of racing?

i wouldn’t say that [laughs]. i’m still interested in cars, i love them.

interviewer 2: and he still wants to impress people when he’s not racing [laughs]

does your volkswagen get you any attention from the ladies?

[laughs] i mean…

well, are you in a relationship?

i was, but recently no. i’ve become single in the past few years.

ah, shame to hear it.

was it good while it lasted?

yes, it was good.

was it good in the volkswagen?

[laughs]

[laughs] can you even lay someone in there? is it even big enough? [laughs]

no, no, you can! i mean, it’s possible—

oh, the confidence!

he’s done it.

he has definitely done it. carlos, have you done it in your modest volkswagen gti?

no, you can’t ask that!

[laughs]

i won’t say.

that’s basically a yes!

now i think i know why you’re recently single [laughs]

oh god— were you only treating her to car sex?

[laughs] [pauses] you can’t be asking this live on air, no?

of course we can, it’s our show!

no, no i still won’t answer [laughs]

no answer is an answer, carlos.

19 september 2017 red bull lounge

“carlos, there’s press going around about you having car sex.”

“what?”

max poorly stifles a laugh, his grin radiating even from behind his hand. he passes his phone to carlos; it’s open to an article with his name written in bold.

‘carlos sainz: busy in cars on and off the track!

it was in a recent radio show interview where the formula 1 driver for toro rosso teased his promiscuity around his car— a volkswagen golf gti.

the interviewers egged sainz on with alluding questions, such as “can you even lay someone in there?”, and while sainz portrayed hesitance to confirm anything otherwise, he did confidently press the fact that yes, you can lay a body down in a golf gti.

“you can— i mean, it’s possible,” sainz had told his interviewers. he denied answering explicitly wether or not he has done “it” in his car with his now ex-girlfriend, but listeners are sure that the race-car driver would have been seen blushing had there also been cameras to record the interview.’

carlos tosses max’s phone back to him. there’s a carefree quirk in his eyebrow, and his laugh is smooth and unconcerned.

28 september 2017 carlos’ hotel room

another article.

‘formula 1 driver carlos sainz car sex scandal’

really, it’s a scandal now?

‘…so we all can’t help but wonder— can you have sex in a formula 1 race-car?’

no, not unless you tried hard enough. and even then…

it’s better to start somewhere easier, to try something a bit more spacious. something like: a volkswagen golf gti.

29 september 2017 red bull lounge

“who is the lucky lady laying down in carlos sainz’s VW golf gti?”

“mate,” carlos sighs. “they cannot be serious, these news articles.”

“eh, this one only has a couple hundred reads,” max says.

“so what, you’re just looking for these articles for fun now?”

“yes,” max laughs. “i am. but you know it’s funny, too.”

carlos raises an eyebrow.

“who’s the lucky lady?”

there’s a suspicious pause from max, then, the two boys are snickering and nodding amongst themselves.

7 october 2017 formula 1 & 2 press meet and greet

there’s a reserved look on carlos’ face as he idles next to his fellow competitors. stuffed into a small room, they all waddle a bit like penguins to shake the hands of their younger counterparts— the talented formula 2 drivers.

with greetings to be shared and questions to be both asked and answered, carlos meanders quietly in the background. not avoiding, and not exactly aloof, but perhaps a sweet mixture of both. he has no intent to come across as better-than, and he has enough pride to not wither away in the background.

that must be why he is able to easily linger towards an open seat on a small leather couch, and go comfortably unnoticed by the masses.

but, he is still recognized by one.

“leclerc,” a boy sat next to carlos says, and reaches for carlos’s hand. “charles leclerc. i’m for prema racing.”

carlos shakes his hand. it feels delicate, soft. he knows this boy.

“right, f2’s golden boy, chico de oro.”

“is that what they’re calling me?”

carlos finds it cute, the way charles expresses so confidently but still has the shy dimples of a young boy. he’s an interesting mix, and has been to carlos for some time now.

“it is in the articles, yes. i’ve seen you race. you do good.”

“thank you. i’m a fan of yours as well, it’s nice to meet you.”

carlos didn’t say he was a fan. he contemplates teasing the younger boy with that, hanging it over his head that he admitted to being a fan of carlos first, so easily.

but he’s so earnest, carlos thinks. those dimples and that blush can’t be faked.

“you look a bit red, mate.”

“oh,” charles goes quiet.

“did i do that?” carlos asks, so bluntly and so quietly. (he had leaned in to mutter it softly to charles.)

“it’s warm in here,” charles wipes his palms on his thighs. he’s dressed in his racing suit, his helmet and gloves on the floor between his feet.

carlos has his team jersey on, the material tight but breathable. and of course, his red bull cap sits backwards on his head. he adjusts it and reclines on the couch, pleased with charles’ blush and the quiet hum of voices all around him.

“okay, chico rosado.”

10 october 2017 red bull lounge, post japanese grand prix

a wave of people crowds around max, and carlos is pushed to the edge of the shore. he sits with his trainer, and a few other red bull crew members, at a table near the edge of the lounge. he’s glad for max, but jealous for himself.

last place would have been better than a dnf.

“be grateful that you get to race at all,” his father would say.

daniel comes to sit with him, but doesn’t say much. carlos contemplates his congratulations for max, discusses what went wrong and what went right, and wonders how charles is doing in the lower ranks.

hours later, that same night:

los toros groupchat 10:33 pm

carlos sainz > i think we should party

max v 33 > say more?

dr3 > say less > i’m in

max v 33 > where are we partying?

carlos sainz > we’re in japan. anywhere.

dr3 > i actually know a place, i think

max v 33 > of course you do

dr3 > i think you mean ‘thank you’ babe

carlos sainz > okay 333, i’ll see you guys in 30. > send the location daniel?

dr3 [dr3 shared a location with you.]

carlos sainz > gracias

10:57 pm

carlos sainz > by the way, i’m inviting charles

max v 33 > who?

carlos sainz > el chico de oro de f2. > golden boy leclerc.

one hour later, that same night

daniel has, in daniel fashion, walked his friends into a car meet and promptly abandoned them for drinks and a good time with max. they wander under twinkling stars and flashing neon lights, all mostly out-shined by the iridescent mix of headlights by their feet.

“bit romantic isn’t it? all the headlights acting as stars that we can touch.”

“you know you can’t touch the cars dan,” max says, as if he has said this sentence one hundred times before.

“alright fine. but i do know a star i can touch,” daniel winks at his boyfriend.

they stroll hand in hand down the blocked off road, past rows of sports cars, convertibles, race-cars.

max asks daniel about carlos’ friend. “he’s in formula 2, no?”

“yeah, some ankle biter.”

“he looks my age, dan.”

“what, and you’re not an ankle biter?”

max shoves daniel in the side, chasing his attack with a kiss on the cheek.

“yeah,” daniel continues. “looks like they’re friends now. i dunno, i think the little one might have a bit of a crush on our carlos.”

max silently ponders the possibilities.

laughter erupts all around them, the soundscape joyous but still somewhat promiscuous. a scandalous beat slips out of speakers in the back of some silver mercedes, and max and daniel surely aren’t the only couple to find their kissing to match the rhythm.

charles wonders if carlos will kiss him.

he won’t.

it would be too soon, for no reason other than carlos likes to tease. and, some self restraint is always good to practice.

carlos doesn’t even touch charles this night. they walk side by side, carlos ogling the cars, charles ogling carlos. this type of flashiness has never been introduced to charles. he is used to a more refined, look-but-don’t-touch type of extravagance.

that’s why charles enjoys himself so much. what a new and wonderful experience it is, to go out with a cute boy and have him explain to you the odds and ends of every decked out car you walk by. like a breath of fresh air in a familiar field. charles smells the friendly breeze of gasoline and asphalt, but the flowers carry a different fragrance.

“do you do street racing ever, charles?”

“ah, no. i’ve never found the time to.”

“oh, but you want to?”

charles quirks an eyebrow.

“to find the time?” carlos clarifies.

charles ponders for a moment. “i’m not so sure,” he begins. “i only just recently got my first car, i don’t want to ruin it or anything by racing with it.”

“only now you got your own car?” carlos asks, suddenly working out some math in his head. “and how old are you?”

“well, i am only nineteen, but i have a birthday in a week.”

“really, in a week?”

it’s hard to explain why for charles, but he feels so exposed in front of carlos, now that he knows his birthday. is that such an intimate thing, to know the date that someone came into this world? or perhaps, is charles shying away from carlos’ glance simply because he seems interested in knowing anything about him at all?

“you’ll have to do something then. maybe you can celebrate with a little racing.”

charles glances over to carlos. he’s got such a relaxed face on, and that nonchalant smile… charles can’t help but wonder if it means anything. or maybe the younger is just reading into it... but oh, that look; like carlos has a secret and he doesn’t care if you know it or not.

“when is your birthday?” charles asks, an awkward break of the silence. carlos does laugh at this, but kindly, quietly.

“it was in september.”

“oh! so you just turned…”

“twenty-two. the first of the month.”

“well, happy late birthday, carlos.” charles let’s out a thoughtful hum as he glances at the street food vendors around them. “shall i buy you a present?”

charles’ laugh is light and airy, but the glance carlos passes to him is the opposite.

“i think i already have all that i want.”

13 october 2017 the streets of madrid, spain

the days feel different when carlos is back home in madrid. maybe the air has changed, perhaps the sun shines brighter, the water glistens a little shinier. there is an aura in his home that he quickly finds comfort and strength in.

it’s something like being reawakened. especially now, as he sits with an attentive foot on the pedal of his car.

he’s racing an old friend in front of a shaggy crowd, just a few kids his age eagerly waiting to see the cars peel out. some time has passed since he has done this, and it almost feels even better because of that.

the road is just under 1 kilometer long. carlos wins the race by a second.

15 october 2017 carlos’ bedroom

text message 3:45 pm

unknown > hello carlos :) > i am vacationing in madrid before the race in portugal. no pressure to reply, but i was wondering if you have any places you recommend i visit :)

4:06 pm

unknown > this is charles, by the way > leclerc > :)

4:13 pm

carlos sainz > hola charles. don’t you have a birthday tomorrow?

chico rosado > yes, it is tomorrow

carlos sainz > you won’t be spending it with family then, if you’re here in madrid?

chico rosado > my younger brother is here on vacation with me :)

carlos sainz > i see

4:25 pm

carlos sainz > if you find yourself alone, here’s a good place to hangout. > especially after 9, when la poli are sleepy. [carlos sainz shared a location.]

16 october 2017 the streets of madrid, spain

it’s half past ten, and charles squints through the darkness to find himself amongst a crowd of rowdy people. heavy bass music bumps from behind him, and he weaves through all these unfamiliar bodies, trying to find the one he came here for.

no face in the crowd looks familiar. no words shouted out are really understandable to charles.

he catches a few familiar ones, though, and importantly, he understands when one woman calls out, “el final! están aquí!”

charles steadies his wandering and turns to face the same direction as everyone else. six glowing dots appear on the horizon line, fuzzy and rapidly approaching the crowd of people charles is crammed into.

it becomes clear quickly what they’re all sticking their necks out to see, and charles feels that familiar tug in his stomach the moment he hears the incoming hum and rev of the engines.

it’s unfair to compare them to that of his own race-car, but charles still gets goosebumps at the sight of the three cars barreling down the street as fast as they can. one red, one gray, one black.

they torpedo down the road. he can feel the kiss of a breeze across his face. the finish line is marked in bright orange spray paint. the gray car’s tires roll over it first. then red, then black.

charles cheers, despite being clueless as to who just won. all that he knows is someone won, and that in itself is exciting enough for the young boy. he wishes he had someone to shout with. to shout to, maybe.

he should find carlos.

charles makes his way towards the three cars. the competition seems friendly enough, hugs and high-fives and handshakes are passed around the people closest to the vehicles.

there’s even someone with a beat up megaphone announcing with vigor the results of the race.

in spanish, he calls out, “third place, román gil! in second, emilio maradiaga! and the winner of first place… our chili!”

applause and cheers fill the night air, as do flashing lights and bouncy music. the fanfare dies down rather quickly, but only as it is replaced with groups of people crowding around the cars to see the hype up-close.

charles weaves through the tightening web of people, to where he can stand with some breathing room off to the side. even with all the commotion, a space soon clears up, and grants him a beautiful view.

carlos leans against the hood of the gray car. his gray car. the volkswagen golf gti.

his arms are crossed as he laughs with some friends. he’s in some old gray jeans and a black t-shirt, but charles’ heart still stutters when he sees that nonchalant smile carlos does so well.

charles shoves his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, concealing the nervous fiddling of his fingers. he makes his way towards carlos, his eyes locked on the familiar handsome face.

he hoped it wouldn’t be, but it is awkward at first. the crowd has dwindled down to just four or five people, but charles struggles to find a space to slot himself into nicely. he taps a man on the back, tries to introduce himself, but the language barrier creates friction between them.

“uh, carlos… es mi amigo…” charles tries.

the man shrugs, but let’s him squeeze in any way. carlos notices him instantly.

“you came,” he says.

“i did,” is all charles can seem to say. his eyes linger on carlos’ face; his lips, his nose, his sparkling brown eyes. he’s sure an eternity passes before carlos speaks again.

“did you manage to see the race?”

“just the end of it. but i saw you cross the finish line first, yes.” charles smiles. carlos is rather fond of his sweet dimples. he’d like to see them more often.

it’s not hard to have the crowd of friends around him disperse, so carlos waves them away and makes some excuse that he has to show his friend around. on cue the cars next to his light up, and the commotion is drawn away from carlos and his car.

soon enough, it’s just him and charles.

“come on,” carlos nods his head towards his car, and says nothing further. he makes his way to the passenger side, and waits with his hand on the door handle, as if he and charles do this frequently.

charles rushes to his side, and blushes when carlos opens the door for him, his eyes following charles’ every move into the vehicle.

he wonders where carlos will take him (if anywhere), but mostly he wonders if carlos is happy that he came. he must be, if he invited charles, no? that text message, it was an invitation, right? carlos does want him here? he’s in carlos’ car now, and that can’t be for no reason.

charles twirls his hoodie strings around his finger. carlos starts the car and puts his hand on the back of charles’ seat.

“i’m going to take you somewhere i think you’ll like, charles.”

later, that same night

carlos’ car— his volkswagen golf gti — sits parked on a half sandy, half rocky shore of a secluded swimming pond. the two boys remain seated in the car, the moonlight bouncing off the water giving them enough light to feel safe, and enough darkness to be comfortable.

“seems like this is a good car for street racing,” charles offers, desperate to hear carlos’ voice again. the silence is comfortable, but not what he wants.

“mhm. it’s a good car all around,” carlos says. his fingers trace the steering wheel, the dashboard, the center console. charles has to catch his breath when carlos lands his hand on the gear shift, squeezing it. “it’s versatile.”

a silent moment passes. charles watches as carlos rubs his thumb back and forth on the nob. his blush is coming back.

“i saw that article, by the way,” charles starts, but he’s too shy to say more.

carlos looks at him blankly at first, then with the hint of a smile.

“the one claiming i had a lot of car sex in here?”

charles’ eyes widen. “yes, um… that one.”

“so?” carlos asks.

charles fails to understand. carlos’ smile grows a bit when he sees the way the younger boy’s eyebrows curve into two confused squiggles.

“what do you think?” carlos asks.

“oh… it’s a nice car. i like it.” charles takes his turn to run his fingers along the interior.

“that’s not what i meant, but thank you.”

“what did you mean, then?” charles stares at the gear shift, at carlos’ hand.

“what do you think about me having lots of sex in here, chico rosado?”

charles freezes, the pit of his stomach clenching and sending heat throughout him. god, is he that easy? he has to play it cool.

“you keep calling me that name, but i’m not sure what it means.”

“chico rosado?” carlos repeats. charles nods his head, shyly looking up at the older boy.

carlos smiles. he lifts his hand from the gear shift, and boldly rests it on charle’s face. his thumb strokes over his cheek. “it means… pink boy. i call you that, instead of golden boy, because of this color right here.”

the spot carlos refers to is charles’ soft cheek, but with his forwardness and big hand touching charles’ skin, the blush rapidly spreads to his neck and ears.

“and,” carlos begins. and although it’s small, perhaps only a fraction of a second long, carlos shows his first sign of hesitance. he pauses, then swipes his thumb over charles’ glossy lower lip. “you’re pink right here, too.”

while charles’ heart rate may spike, the way time moves around him suddenly feels as if it has slowed. the night sky is pitch black and still. carlos’ fingers move a millimeter a second across his lip. so slow it nearly tickles.

chico rosado. pink boy, not golden.

charles turns away from carlos.

“so you’re teasing me, then?” he asks.

“i never said it was a bad thing, charles.”

“it’s not something i can help,” charles’ voice is nearing the volume of a whisper. his attempt to remove carlos’ hand from him has failed, rendering him staring sadly at his feet while carlos keeps his hand on charle’s shoulder.

some crickets sing outside of the car. the moonlight dances over the water, over both of their faces. charles sighs. was he too naive? was he foolish, to think all of this might have been something else?

“growing up, i’ve always been teased for it,”

“charles—“

“i was called girly for it. and that’s not even a bad thing, but they all meant it bad.”

carlos doesn’t remove his hand from charles’ shoulder. in fact, the younger boy feels it gently creep up to his neck.

“i know it was all meaningless teasing, but it still stuck with me.”

“i’m sorry they bullied you like that.”

“it’s fine. i just thought… i’m just sad it’s happening again. i thought—“

“charles, i’m not teasing you. i’m flirting with you.”

carlos would like to keep the look on charles’ face framed and on his wall. his mouth so pink and pouty, eyes glossy from his emotions but widened from carlos’ clearly stunning words.

“could you really not tell?” carlos asks.

“i thought so, at some moments, but… i second guessed myself.”

“were you not, too? when we met at that press meet and greet?”

“only a little.”

“i thought you were sweet. i liked how you introduced yourself to me, and called yourself a fan of mine.”

carlos manages to replace his hand on charles’ cheek. soft and gentle, just how charles needs to be handled.

“and i liked how you blushed. you’re quite pretty, charles.”

the still air around them slowly swells into a breeze. a fragrance of autumn blows by their faces, through the partly open windows of carlos’ car. it’s quiet, and it’s comforting— it’s them.

“can i kiss you?” carlos whispers.

“please.”

for continuity’s sake, and for his own pleasure, carlos leans in slower than charles thinks he can bear. it’s the same craving he has had for weeks now, and charles is nearly salivating now that he’s about to have a taste.

for a moment, he thinks it might be too much— too sweet, too delicious, too good to handle. for a moment his heart jumps into his throat, and if it weren’t stuck right in his adam’s apple, charles might shout out a weak, half-hearted wait!

instead, carlos catches the tail end of a gasp from charles in his own mouth.

he kisses him, gentle and slow and steady, right on his pink lips. his hand still cupping charles’ face, his fingers teasing his blush up to the surface. carlos kisses charles, once and then twice, the second longer than the first.

and when he pulls away, he sees exactly what he wants to see; his chico rosado, blushing for him, smiling.

“joyeux anniversaire, charles.”

“gracias, carlos.”

“i’ll have more gifts for you later, when the time is right.”

carlos caresses charles’ face, hooking his fingers beneath the younger boy’s chin. he uses the leverage to pull him in closer, and with a teasing haste, carlos kisses charles for the last time that night.

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thank you so much for reading my story! i hope you enjoyed it <3 keep an eye out for part 2!

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plentyoffandoms · 6 months

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I Am Here For You

Darius Martin x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Darius Martin Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Panic attack. Toxic family

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. Photo from Darius Martin's Instagram

WC: 595

Requested by @hooks-martin. I am so sorry you had a shitty night. I hope you like this.

Summary: f/Reader & Darius spent their Thanksgiving with f/Readers family instead of his. Her family is toxic & kept up bringing up stuff that happened in the past, forcing a panic attack to come on. Darius helps her through it.

YN'S POV

"It's okay, baby. Let's do the triple 5." Darius calmly said to me as he crouched down beside where I was. I was sitting on the floor, my back against the couch.

"Now, breathe in for 5 seconds. Yes, just like that."

"Remember to hold your breath for 5 love." He reminded me as he knows I just like to breathe out right away.

"Now, breathe out for 5 seconds."

I did this a few times, but it wasn't helping, and Darius could tell it wasn't.

Him being quiet made me start to panic even more.

"It's okay baby, how about we try the 5-4-3-2-1? Yeah, let's try that one." He only even does this one when he knows it will take something drastic to pull me out of this.

He moved the coffee table further back and got in front of me, him holding my clenched fists with his hands. He himself took a deep breath and started to speak.

"5 things you can see?"

"You, the TV, your glasses, phone, and our photo." Our engagement photo is what it was. It was the happiest day of my life so far.

"Good, now 4 things you can touch?"

"You, the carpet, the couch, and the pillow."

"You're doing great love, now 3 things you can hear?"

"You, the tap dripping in the kitchen, and Axe snoring." Our dog, who was sleeping in his spot next to the fireplace.

"2 things you can smell?"

"Your cologne, my perfume." Darius could tell I was coming back down, but he wants me to always finish these.

"Last one baby, 1 thing you can taste?"

"My tears." After I said that, he started to wipe away my tears.

"Come on, babygirl, why don't we go take a nice, hot bubble bath together, and let's forget tonight."

"But my family," He cut me off by kissing me softly. "No more talk about your family." Darius stood up and held out his hand for me to take, which I did.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I buried my face in his chest, breathing in his scent, further calming myself down. He said my name, and I pulled back to look up at him. "I think for your peace of mine, we are done with your family. Every time we see them, something happens, and they trigger you."

"Darius, they are my family. I just can't cut them off." I knew what he was saying is true, but they are my family.

"I know they say you can't pick your family, but you can YN. Look at what they did tonight. Your mother found out we got engaged and made it all about her. Your father brought up all the people you dated before me, and your brother read your high school diary out load during dinner." Darius was cupping my face at this point.

"Can you imagine what the hell they will do during our wedding?" I know he wasn't saying this to be mean. He just wanted me to open my eyes and see how my family truly is.

"Let's start fresh tomorrow. Now, how about that bath?"

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I was leaning back against Darius, his hands rubbing my shoulders. "Dar?"

"Yes, baby?"

"You're right. I have to think about me, about us. When I get out, I will just block them on everything. You're the only family I need."

I turned my head just enough for him to kiss my lips. "I love you, YN."

"And I will always love you, Darius."

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nattinatalia · 2 years

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Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

*This one is for you Anon who requested this one 💞*

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urbanwyatt My little girl is turning one tomorrow and I can’t believe it. My wife and I have been soaking it all in. This is the only time ya will catch me being sappy so enjoy.

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yourusername 🥺

yourusername I think we definitely needed today to just take her all in and talk about how amazing she is 💞

urbanwyatt Do you want to make me cry?

jackharlow Is this why you didn’t come over? You two were crying about Cassandra turning one ?

yourusername That sounds like you’re making fun of us, Mr cries at every little thing involving his children.

jackharlow I wasn’t even saying anything bad. Go back to crying

urbanwyatt 😭😭

yourbestiename Welcome to my world 🥺

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yourusername My little one turns 1 today 😢 Cassandra Wyatt, you changed our lives. You were a blessing and I’m forever grateful for you. You light up our world little mama. I love you 💕

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yourbestiename Cassie babygirl 💞 happiest of birthdays to you beautiful little one. We love you

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urbanwyatt My daughter is officially 1 today and idk how to act. My little troublemaker you’ll forever be little one, thank you for making my life better. I love you, now time to turnt up 🤪😜

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yourusername Not the turnt up time 😩 you’re around my family too much, they turn every celebration into a party 😭

yourbestiename It’s the Mexican in us lmaooo

cozane happy birthday to my second fav girl 💕

urbanwyatt Are you saying second because Mia is looking at you? 👀

cozane YES HELP ME PLEASE

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claybornharlow Happy birthday Cassie 🥳🫶🏻

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cozane Happy birthday to my little niece my best friend for lyfeee 💞

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yourusername Awww she loves her uncle avatar

cozane I only love her because she’s half Urban’s not you

yourusername That shit wasn’t necessary 🙄 you’ll be eating at the kids table.

cozane wait nooo, EZ and Mia are a nightmare

jackharlow See that shit wasn’t necessary either fucker

yourbestiename You’re definitely sitting at the kids table, para que se te quite 🖕🏻

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Tagged by @quiet-nocturne! Thank you!! :] I love to waste time (my ass is NOT working)

are you named after anyone? My middle name, yeah! Named after my maternal grandfather who passed away before I was born. I actually don't know why my parents chose my first name--I think they just liked it

when was the last time you cried? Oh Babygirl like 20 minutes ago. I was thinking of a song that makes me emotional (not even listening to it!!!) and I had to wipe my eyes and sniffle pathetically. I'm such a crybaby it's embarrassing, I angry cry too, which is the WORST

do you have kids? No :[ but I want kids really viscerally it's kind of embarrassing

do you use sarcasm a lot? Yeah, and I'm trying to be better about using tone indicators ngjngjkdjkgnkjd

what sports do you play? Haha. I go for a walk around the neighborhood sometimes. I'd love to get back into swimming casually!

what’s the first thing you notice about people? This is maybe a weird thing to say, but their overall color palette? Like if you squint so you can only see the patterns of colors of their outfit and their skin tone/eye/hair.... Like a goddamn raptor I guess

what’s your eye color? Green. Kind of a light, very yellow-leaning green.

scary movies or happy endings? I like both!!! :] I'm really really into horror but I am also a sap and a lover and a romantic and I like happy endings.

any special talents? HAHA. Well. I used to have a really uncanny memory but my brain has been kind of fucked up lately. Do you want to learn how to do a Gram stain? I can teach you how to do a Gram stain. I'm also really good at pouring agar plates. Are these anything.

where were you born? New England -calls a drinking fountain a "bubbler" to do psychic damage to everyone around me-

what are your hobbies? Drawing and writing! I only started writing for fun in ~2022, but I've been drawing digitally since like... 2007. I also like to listen to hours long video essays on things I may or may not care about.

do you have any pets? I have a corn snake named Fion who is the nastiest corn snake I've ever met in my life and is an escape master like no other. Girl has escaped containment in my car THREE TIMES. I love her but she has cage aggression and only recently came out of a self-imposed 6 month brumation. Girl.

I had thought fleetingly about breeding her but now I know I have to keep her STANK DISPOSITION out of the gene pool.

how tall are you? 5' 3"/160cm. La Creatura height.

favorite subject in school? Biology! Microbiology specifically. My favorite courses in college were: a course called "pathogenic microbes", an independent study I did for virology, and immunology. Immunology was really tough but also really rewarding. None of the classes I took in grad school were informative or rewarding lmfao

dream job? Gremlin locked in a room doing 100 Gram stains a day. Honestly, I loved teaching my introductory microbio lab course!!! The foundations are really hands-on and it's so rewarding seeing the kids have fun and watch things click in their brain.

Either that or like... a woodworker snkfsdjsfdnkdsn I'm honestly so close to giving up on science because the job market is in shambles right now. I worked as a theatre set carpenter in college and I really loved getting to work with my hands, so maybe it's time to return to something like that

tagginnnnnnnnggggg: @phoenixfangs, @milekael, @littlewitchbee and @scienceoftheidiot (if you want, no pressure!!! Also if you see this and want to do it I'm tagging you oooo do it I dare you oooo)

#crystal convos #tag meme

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crimson-calligraphyx · 1 year

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"So, this is goodbye?" I asked Noah, my throat burning as I tried to hold back my cries. I was angry. I was hurt. This was so sudden; there were no discussions leading up to Noah's decision.

"Come with me to LA, Meels," he pleads, reaching for my hand. I retract from his touch, shaking my head at him. "Noah, I'm about to graduate, I can't. You know that." He sighs, raking his hand through his hair in frustration. Why was he so frustrated? It's not my fault he dropped out of high school to pursue his music career. It's not my fault he thought I'd drop everything in my life for him and follow along like some love-struck puppy.

He hangs his head, defeated, when he sees I'm not budging. "I know. I just thought maybe you'd want to get out of here and start fresh." I snort sarcastically, folding my arms over my chest. "You are absurd, Noah. You know how hard I studied to get into UR." He sighs again, harshly, and picks his head up to look at me. His eyes were sullen, his face crestfallen as he accepted my decline in his offer.

I turn away from him, so I don't have to look at his face. I can't stand to see how upset he is when this is his decision to leave, not mine. I can't stand that he's making me feel like the villain.

"Nick is coming with me, you know," he says as I begin to walk away, stopping me dead in my tracks. "What?" I snapped, spinning back around with anger burning in my veins. He cringes at my sudden hostility. "I'm sorry, Amelia. This is what's best for me and Nick, for the band. You have to understand that." I shake my head at him in disbelief, backing away from him. "I hope LA treats you well. Goodbye, Noah."

"Mommy, someone's at the door," Leora tugs at my pant leg, pulling me from my thoughts. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I brushed my hand across the top of her head delicately. I wasn't ready to open the door and face the man I hadn't seen or even spoken to in five years, and I was certainly not ready to spend a weekend locked in a cabin with him and my family for Christmas.

Each year around Christmas time, Nick would fly home and spend the holiday with us. The weekend before Christmas, we'd journey up to our family cabin with our parents and celebrate the holiday. For some unknown reason, Nick decided to have Noah tag along this year, which didn't settle well with me considering our past. Why he thought this was a good idea, I'll never know.

I sighed after a moment and smiled down at my daughter. "Is there? Let's go see who it is!" She beams at me before trotting over to the front door, throwing it open. "Uncle Nicky!" she exclaims happily as she throws herself into his awaiting arms. Nick scoops her up and peppers kisses on her face, having her erupt into giggles. He settles her onto his hip after his kiss-attack, "How's my favorite munchkin doing? You excited for Santa to come visit us at the cabin?" "Uh-huh!" she bobs her head enthusiastically. "I've been a good girl aaallll year, so Santa is going to bring me everything I asked for." He laughs, "Is that so?" "Yeah! Mommy said so," she smiles over at me, "right?"

I make my way over to them and brush her bangs back, kissing her now bare forehead. "Yes, babygirl. You've been a very good girl. You're surely on Santa's Nice List this year." I give Nick a kiss on the cheek as he hands Leora back over to me, who settled in against my side. I take a step back for him to make his way into the living room, his suitcase in hand just as another entity makes an appearance at the door.

My heart was in my throat as my eyes landed on a pair of dark brown eyes, the same as Leora's. My breathing hitched as I took in his gentle stare, a friendly yet unsure smile curling at the corner of his lips. He was still just as good looking as he was in high school, even more so now that his facial features matured, and his haircut no longer covered half his face.

The tattoo on his neck was placed just right where it defined his jawline handsomely—stop it, Amelia.

Leora was already cowering from the tall stranger, burying her face into my sweater, and clinging onto me for dear life. "It's okay, Leo," I cooed while giving her a little bounce. "This is Noah... Uncle Nick's friend. He's spending the weekend with us, can you say 'hi'?" She whines, shaking her head back and forth against my chest. I chuckled, giving her a kiss on top of her head. "It's okay baby," I whispered, "go on over to Nana and Papa." I drop her to her feet, and she scurries away.

"Long time no see," Noah says as he closes the door behind him. "I didn't know you had a kid." "Yeah," I scoffed. "I mean, why would you?" I watch him tense briefly at my curtness, promptly pursing his lips into a tight line and nodding slowly. "Right. How've you been?" "Fine," I kept it short.

I watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. He looks as nervous as I feel. I suppose I could be nicer, more welcoming, and ask him how he was doing, but truthfully, I didn't really care. I turned on my heel and made my way into the kitchen where the rest of the family was, leaving Noah at the foyer by himself.

I smiled to myself as I leaned up against the entryway with my arms crossed, observing the scene before me. Nick, my mom, and Leora were sitting at the kitchen table attempting to put together a gingerbread house as my dad made his checklist for our trip, surely checking it twice.

These were the moments I lived for: the innocence of Leora as she applied an unnecessary amount of icing to the corners of the house as they cemented together—crooked, of course—the excess winding up on her arms, face, and in her hair. Her little tongue poking out as she concentrated on sticking the gumdrops and peppermints on the roof just right. Her giggles as Nick teased her by moving some of her decorations around, mom scolding him to let her be. Dad grumbling to himself as he made sure we had all the essentials for the weekend away.

Everything halted when Noah made his way into the kitchen, the tension filling the room as Leora stared at him with unease, everyone else at me. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, my heart pounding with anxiety from the uncertainty of how this would all play out looming over me. My family knew of the situation at hand; Noah did not.

I caught my dad's eye, and I know he sees my apprehension. He nods his head just enough for me to see, telling me he would find a way to ease the tension. He clears his throat and taps a spot on his list several times, breaking the silence. "I don't have any kerosene for the lamps in case we lose power in the cabin. Amelia, would you mind running out to the store and getting some?" I let go of the breath I didn't even know I was holding and nodded. "Sure," I agree, tacking on a fake smile.

I make my way out the kitchen, grabbing my keys off the key rack and shoulder on a jacket. I make my way down the steps, stopping short when I see that my car was blocked in by an unknown vehicle. I sighed, turning around to head back inside to ask Nick to move their rental, only to come face-to-face with Noah. "Let me give you a ride. They haven't finished plowing, the roads are shit," he says.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and shake my head, "No, that's alright. Just move the rental and I'll be right back." He raises an eyebrow, eyeing my tiny Corolla. "You sure that thing will make it?" I take note in the difference of our vehicles; their rental being a Tahoe, it would make for a safer trip. I sighed, shrugging, "Fair point. Let's go."

The ride to the hardware store was not a comfortable one by any means. It was quiet; too quiet, not even having the radio turned on low to alleviate the tension. The only sounds were the wipers squeaking against the windshield periodically and the crunch of the snow as we drove over it slowly.

I had my elbow rested on the door, my chin planted in my hand as I stared out the window, just wishing for this weekend to be over already. My phone dinged in my hand, and I unlocked it to a picture of Leora smiling wide with Nick. His arm was over her shoulders, her grin showing how proud she was of her finished gingerbread house. I smile softly at my phone after saving the picture to my camera roll.

"She's cute," Noah's velvety voice fills the cab. I glance over at him, seeing he had been looking at my phone before I locked it. "Thanks." "How old is she?"

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Here we go; cue the small talk. I exhale, "She's three." I lie about her age by a year, hoping to deter him from the truth. He stays silent for a moment, and my heart begins to pound as I prayed to God that he doesn't see through my lie about her age and put two and two together. Not yet anyway. "Huh. Nick never told me he had a niece," he says matter-of-factly.

I wanted so badly to tell him that it didn't pertain to him, but deep down I knew that it did. Leora was Noah's daughter, after all, and he had every right to know about her. I never told him simply due to the fact we severed our ties, and I figured we'd be better off without him in our lives. We've been doing just fine without him.

I shrugged, "Must not have been on top priority, with your music and all." He lets out a sarcastic chuckle. "Must not have." I slumped against my door, putting my chin back in my hand. The rest of the ride to the store was quiet after that, the air thick between us.

We didn't speak to one another until we grabbed the kerosene and headed back to the Tahoe. Noah puts a hand on my shoulder when I go to open the back door to put the cans in, stopping me. I roll my eyes and turn my head towards him, "What? Can't let me put these in here myself?" He shakes his head, tugging me away from the rental. "There's something on the door handle. Someone tampered with the car—stay away from it." I furrow my brows and scoffed. "What are you talking about, Noah? We're the only ones out here."

He moves me behind him as he makes his way over to the Tahoe, cupping the sides of his eyes to look in through the tinted windows. I put the kerosene on the ground and folded my arms over my chest, now annoyed and cold, watching him take his time inspecting the car. I watched him shake his head and shrug as he turned back towards me, indicating there wasn't anything out of the ordinary inside. "All clear," he says, opening the back door for me.

I pick up the cans and place them on the floor before heading around the back, making my way to the passenger seat. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a dark figure as I rounded the backside of the Tahoe. I barely had time to gasp before he took hold of me, spinning me around and wrapping his arm around my throat. "I finally found you," he whispers menacingly in my ear. "No—" I tried to call for Noah, but he slaps a gloved hand over my mouth.

I tried prying at his arm, hoping I'd get him to release me as he dragged me backwards. Gasping against his hand, I tasted something sweet as my mouth began to dry up, my head becoming cloudy. The more I tried to fight against him, the less air I was able to take in, the panic now settling in quickly. Becoming weak, I gave up and let my body go limp in his grasp as he continued to hold his hand against my mouth and nose.

The last thing I saw before fading away was a blurry image of Noah, panic-stricken as he watched my captor take hold of me.

|Chapter 2|

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Rumor Has It | pjm - Chapter 3

💬 Pairing: Jimin x OC (Reader)

💬 Genre/Tags: enemies(?) to lovers, fake-dating au; angst, fluff, smut

💬 Chapter warnings: contains slurs, angst, forms of bullying, alcohol consumption

💬 Word count: 8.4k

💬 Recap:

Rumor has it, Park Jimin is single again after his latest girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend.

Rumor has it, he's willing to get back at them.

Rumor has it, you're the perfect means to an end.

A/N: I‘m back for good! I know it‘s been too long and I‘m sorry but I have my reasons 😬 Anyway please please leave feedback guys!

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Chapter 3: Two sides of the same coin.

Somehow you still had a small glimmer of hope that Jimin would forget the whole fake-dating thing and it would be as if you had never seen each other.

Unfortunately, any hope of sudden amnesia on his part vanished the second you entered the lecture hall today on this lovely Thursday morning and headed straight for your usual seat in the back row, only to be unceremoniously ambushed from behind and forced into a tight embrace.

“Back row, huh? All the more room for funny business, if you know what I mean. Unfortunately, I have already told my friends about us, and I’d love it if we could sit with them. Would that be okay, babygirl?”

Irritated and overwhelmed with everything around you, you immediately snap at him as you forcefully pull his arm from your shoulders, anxiously looking around while reminding him that you had told him to stop calling you this ridiculous name.

But him being Jimin, he doesn't even care.

“What’s the matter? You’re my girlfriend, Boo. We actually want people to see us be cozy together,” Jimin sneakily wraps one arm around your waist to pull you more into him as he leans down to whisper in your ear while leading the two of you in the direction where his friends are already seated, only to be pushed away once again.

You simply try to ignore the questioning look on his face when you finally turn around to face him, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“Can you at least give me a minute to get into character? I just came here.”

“This ain’t drama school, ___,” a peal of slight laughter comes over his lips as he musters you. “What, is it really that hard for you to act as if you’re into me?”

“Yes. It is hard for me, Jimin. I don't know about you, but I have never before pretended to be into someone I barely even know,” you seethe keeping your voice down enough so no one can overhear you.

“You say that now but just wait until we have to break up again, and you'll cry a river because you actually managed to fall for me.”

Your bickering luckily doesn't go on any longer because Jimin takes the initiative and drags you along to your seats, meanwhile ignoring every protest leaving your mouth.

As already expected, you are not particularly warmly welcomed and received by any of his friends. Instead, the best you get is an inconsequential nod before they pay no further attention to you, nor do they include you in any of their subsequent conversations for the rest of the lecture.

That's perfectly fine with you, though. You aren't particularly interested in talking anyway and prefer to focus on your class instead. At this point, you really don't want to drag out your student life more than you have to.

Jimin doesn't seem to be very interested in the reaction of his friends for the time being either.

He continues to joke around with them the whole time but remains steadily in his role. And that means you don't have a moment of peace without his annoying arm wrapped around your shoulders or his hand on your thigh.

One thing at least is certain: he definitely doesn't do things by halves. And that makes you all the more nervous about what may come in the future.

After the day started rather badly, you apparently also have to attend a party tonight which is why you’re currently in the process of making yourself look decent enough so that you’ll “perfectly blend in with the crowd”. At least that's what Jimin said.

You know you most likely won't do that,, and all eyes will be on you and Jimin, but you can at least try and make the best of it.

It’s been a long time since you’ve gone to a party, and as much as you’re nervous, you’re also excited to go out tonight.

What can you say? It’s been a while and it’d be a lie to say you aren’t happy to dress up and actually have somewhere to go.

So you went all in, dressed up pretty nicely, and did your make-up the way you usually like to when you go out.

You hope you haven't overdone it but in the end, this is the only thing you can do to counteract your nervousness. Even if it's just a little bit.

You feel sexy, you feel confident, and now you’re ready to go have some flippin' fun, alright?!

Well, at least until Jimin comes knocking at your door and decides to ruin your mood with one little glimpse at his face.

“This is the look you’re going with?” He asks, sounding like he’s actually wishing for you to tell him this is all a joke.

Now accommodated with a little pout on your lips, you’re looking down on yourself and then take a quick look into the mirror, not seeing anything wrong with how you look.

“What’s wrong with it? I think I look good,” you shrug, trying to sound barely affected by his words, even if you gotta admit they put you off track. It doesn’t make you doubt your appearance, though. You do think you look fine, and if he was hoping for something else, he should have told you in advance.

“You do look good, but you don’t look like my girlfriend if you know what I mean.”

You only scoff, already taking your purse in your hand to finally leave.

“What did you expect? I live off of chips and peanut butter sandwiches. If you want me to be covered in diamonds and gold, then I'm afraid you'll have to reach into your own pockets,” you joke, actually making him laugh at your slight remark.

“Fair point,” he grins, putting his hand on the small of your back as he leads you out of your apartment and down the corridor. “Maybe I will.”

“Don’t you dare. You’re not my sugar daddy.”

“Yet,” he snarkily adds, making you snort through your nose and himself giggle.

And it’s the little jokes like these that easily let you forget how insufferable he actually is. Even if it’s just for a little while.

It’s been exactly 23 minutes since you managed to escape and hid somewhere in the backyard - and Jimin has yet to find you.

Or you know... maybe you’re wrong, and he isn’t even looking for you. That could be the case too.

How it came to this?

Well, not long after you arrived and stood your ground through all the death glares and judging stares Jimin’s so-called “friends” gave you, he kinda just left you alone because he had to “take care of something real quick”.

He took way too long for your liking and you eventually grew tired of everyone either ignoring you or throwing nasty remarks your way so you ended up here. Between these two people dry humping each other only a couple feet next to you.

Fun.

“Cough two times if you need me to safe you.”

Irritated by a voice that doesn’t belong to Jimin suddenly ringing up from behind you, you turn around, instantly relaxing when you see who it belongs to.

“What?” you chuckle, making room for him to sit down, and he doesn’t even take another moment before he complies, plopping down in the spot right next to yours. The one Jimin should be sitting in right now if he hadn’t just rudely left you alone at a party you only attended because he wanted you to.

Okay, maybe it does bother you more than you originally wanted to admit.

“I heard you were involved with Park Jimin, and I would have bet my right arm for it to be just another rumor,” he starts as you already feel his eyes burn into the side of your head. “But now I see you here, getting comfortable with no other than the campus golden boy. So tell me, ___, is he holding you captive, or is he blackmailing you because there is no way in this world that you are unironically dating Jimin.”

You gulp as you keep your head stubbornly straight ahead, taking a bit too long to answer his simple question.

If you've learned one thing from this whole fake dating situation so far, it's that you're not even remotely as quick-witted as you always thought you were. And if this continues, you will very quickly get a lot of problems.

Clearing your throat, you sit a little straighter while nervously fumbling with your hands. “I know it's a little sudden, but he’s actually really amazing,” you say, looking at your new-found companion while trying to suppress the urge to cringe at your own words.

“Bullshit!” He laughs loudly, barely keeping himself from falling backward with his whole chair. “God, that was awful, ___.” Still giggling, while he’s trying to calm down again, he looks at you and brushes his mop of hair out of his eyes in a quick movement.

“It’s the truth, though. We have a lot in common,” you shrug, not even smiling when those words leave your lips. This time your attempt in trying to say something nice about your alleged boyfriend sounds a little less forced and tortured,, but it’s still not enough to be convincing it seems.

“Alright just say the words, and I’ll get us out of here. Depending on what he's threatening you with, I might even tell him a word or two, so he'll leave you alone forever. Of course, only if you want me to.”

“What words exactly are we talking about?” You grin, not even getting into the other nonsense.

“Jeon, I’m being held captive by Jimin and his rich people cult. Please save me before they sacrifice me on the next full moon,” he says in a high-pitched voice, trying to sound like you.

You only roll your eyes, but can hardly suppress a smile. “Wouldn’t they usually need a virgin for that?” you joke, casually playing along.

Jungkook brightly grins, showing off his front teeth in the process. He sees your willingness to jump on his joke as a small advance in your conversation since you usually aren’t that talkative.

Usually, you're the type to only mutter a one-word answer before you're on your way again, too scared someone could see you and spread another rumor.

Jungkook has always felt bad about that, trying to convince you he doesn't care about that, but you never listen. So this is a surprise he welcomes.

“Guess I just outed myself as a non-expert in ritual procedures. I hope you will keep this embarrassment to yourself and not judge me too hard for that.”

“It was still very creative. I’ll give you points for that,” you grin, finally feeling a little less tense now that you get to have a normal, real conversation with someone who you know isn’t secretly stabbing you in their head.

“Thank you. Now, tell me what’s really going on,” he insists, coming a little closer.

And there goes your just-earned ease again due to his nosey nature.

A defeated sigh comes over your lips. You are pretty sure that there is nothing you could tell him that would make him believe you’re actually dating Jimin, so where’s the point in lying?

You can’t imagine Jungkook going around and snitching on you anyway. There’s nothing he could get out of that, and even if you aren't close, you know Jungkook is not the type of guy to gossip. If he were, you'd know by now.

“I may or may not have agreed to a deal with Jimin that… includes me pretending to be his girlfriend,” you eventually admit, carefully looking around to check that no one overheard your little confession.

Trying to process what you just told him, Jungkook clears his throat, as he slowly nods his head. “Well, that… sounds about right.”

You look at Jungkook, raising a brow since you didn’t think he’d react so… barely?

“Huh? You’re not surprised?” You ask, gaping at him.

“Surprised you’re not actually dating him? Not at all. Surprised that you agreed to something so stupid? Completely baffled,” he explains, grinning at you when he sees you pouting. “You thought this was a good idea?”

“No. I thought it was a bad idea, actually. But he somehow still managed to talk me into it. I don’t even know how he did it. He’s really good at guilt-tripping, I guess.”

You turn your attention back to your feet, too embarrassed to look directly at Jungkook and the long, much too exaggerated sigh that suddenly comes from him only lets you guess the disappointed look in his eyes.

You don't need to hear from him how stupid it is of you to accept this deal. You already know that yourself. And yet - maybe it is exactly what you need. Someone who isn’t you saying how big of a mistake you’re making right now could be the wake-up call you need.

But then again, you’re already in too deep to just quit now anyway. At this point, quitting wouldn’t change anything. It would probably just make things worse, and you’d have Jimin on your bad side as well, which does not sound like something you would want.

“Look, this is none of my business,” Jungkook starts, leaving you waiting on what’s going to follow because usually, it’s nothing good that comes after.

He clears his throat, gradually playing with the holes in his jeans. “But I’m not sure if getting involved in this is exactly what you need. No offense, ___, really. It's just that a lot of people already have an opinion about it and... it is not exactly positive in your sense.”

Well, it’s not like this comes as a surprise since it is what you told Jimin would happen, but it still sucks to get the confirmation. It’s embarrassing, really - and the worst part is, that you put this on yourself this time.

“They don’t believe this is real, they just think—”

“—He’s using me. I know,” you finish, carelessly shifting your gaze on a couple that’s making out not that far from you. It’s not the most pleasant sight but it’s better than having to look at Jungkook’s pitiful eyes, or the people already whispering about you sitting here with him while your “boyfriend” isn’t around.

“Well… that too, yes,“ he says, implying that there’s more, which makes you look at him again. “Some do think that, but some also interpret it as if you were taking advantage of him and his “fragile, broken heart”, he explains, making you scoff in dismay.

“Are you shitting me right now?”

“No, I heard people say you’re probably using him for his money.”

“Yes, of course, they think that,“ you scoff again, frustration clearly visible on your face. “You know what? I wish I would have been smart enough to make him pay me for this bullshit.”

Pressing your elbows into your thighs, you let your head fall into your hands to hide your face, wishing for the ground to swallow you whole and end your misery once and for all.

“I can’t even feel sorry for you, what were you thinking?”

“I don’t have an answer for that, Jeon. Truth is, my life is shitty, and I’m attempting to at least make some memories before I leave this place.” You sigh, gradually sipping from the cup you put next to you on the ground after coming here.

It’s pure vodka and exactly what you want and need right now.

You figured if you have to be here and get dumped by your “boyfriend” soon after arriving here, you can at least get shit-faced. It’s really good to ease the nerves and lose the awkwardness, and it helps to not notice the stares you get from everyone.

You hear Jungkook exhale from his nose as a laugh before he holds his own cup in front of you waiting for you to copy him. “A toast to that.”

You only roll your eyes, not amused whatsoever, but end up toasting with him anyway.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll end up falling for him,” he then adds after a moment of silence, making the both of you burst into laughter.

“If that happens, please just kill me right on the spot.”

“Don’t worry, I got you. I’m not letting you go down like this.”

Unfortunately, your little heart to heart with Jungkook gets suddenly interrupted when you hear someone call out your name. And it’s not a very happy tone, immediately making you cringe before you turn around at the same time Jungkook turns around as well.

You both stare at a very annoyed-looking Jimin, stomping towards the both of you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jimin seethes, as soon as he reaches you, completely ignoring Jungkook, who’s currently taking a big gulp from his beer as he tries to hide his gloating grin from you.

“Uh… mingling and trying to enjoy myself just how you asked me to before you just went off and left me alone,” you sarcastically quip, still pretty annoyed at him for leaving you like that when he knows how much you already don’t want to be here.

That was a dick move, and you stand by that.

“What I meant was try to get to know my friends while I leave for a quick bathroom break. Not run away and hide in a suspicious corner with fucking Jeon,” he argues, still not looking at him at all.

“Hey,” Jungkook speaks up, frowning a little while Jimin for the first time since coming here, fixes his eyes on him. “I can hear you, you know?”

Jimin snaps at him with a quick, “and who gives a fuck?”, making the younger boy shut up right after since he decides to not get involved in your whole fake couple drama. Nope, this is not what he had in mind when he came around to have a good time tonight.

“What exactly is your problem? He’s the only one who actually wants to talk to me,” you argue, not really seeing his point whatsoever.

Jungkook rather quickly notices that no one actually pays attention to him, seeing both you and Jimin continue arguing so he just escapes the scene as fast as he can.

“I can’t believe you’re being this irresponsible,” Jimin, says lowering his voice when he sees the looks everyone is giving the two of you. “Do you even know what people will say when they see you getting close to Jeon?”

You scoff, softly pushing him further away since he’s gotten a little too close for your liking. “In case you didn’t notice, you are the one currently making a scene here, Jimin,” you advise him, plastering a smile on your lips so the people around will stop thinking you’re fighting. “Now stop looking at me like you’re about to kill me and smile a little. Everyone is watching us.”

Jimin raises a brow, quickly looking around before he chuckles a little awkwardly, throws his arm around your shoulders, and plasters a kiss on your cheek which barely lets you keep in a protesting grunt.

“Just so you know, I’m still pissed at you for ditching me for this fucking low life,” he whispers as you’re both walking back inside where the actual party takes place.

“I ditched you? You were the one who left and didn’t come back. Do you even know how awkward I felt standing there with your friends who treated me like air?” You hiss back at him.

“Look, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long.” He sighs, and to your surprise, he actually does sound regretful. “I was held up with something. But I promise I tried to get back as soon as I could.”

Still not convinced by his half-hearted apology, you stay stubborn, only rolling your eyes at him. “Just don’t do it again, please. I know everyone here is your friend, but they sure as hell aren’t mine. And they really try hard to make sure I know about it.”

“Was someone mean to you?”

You’re surprised by the sudden seriousness in his voice as he also stops walking for a moment to look at you, but you simply brush it off, telling him it doesn’t matter since it’s nothing the both of you hadn’t expected in the first place.

It’s no lie that you don’t fit into Jimin’s usual type, and only judging by your reputation, it was to be expected that his friends wouldn't invite you with open arms. Yet, it still feels even more awkward to be around them than you initially thought.

And like speaking of the devil, you are interrupted by yet another one of Jimin’s friends before he can ask any more questions.

This time it’s Yuna, a girl you don’t share any classes with, but you think you’ve seen her around Nayeon before.

You never noticed her much since she always seemed like someone to get lost in a crowd. At least, that’s what you always thought.

Tonight, however, you noticed that she isn’t like that at all.

No, Kim Yuna is a little snake, and you needed no more than twenty minutes around her to figure that out.

It wouldn’t actually bother you as much if you weren't one hundred percent sure that she directly saw through yours and Jimin's lie without the slightest doubt and there is nothing that could convince her otherwise.

So far you don't think too much about it, but you can't get rid of the feeling that she could eventually become a problem.

“There you are! We were looking everywhere for you!” She giggles as she approaches you and Jimin, smiling brightly at you in particular. “Good thing Jimin finally found you.”

Plastering an equally as fake smile on your lips, you nod. “I mean, it’s just a house, not a maze or something. There weren’t very many options, huh?” You feign a laugh, making her laugh way too obnoxiously in exchange.

“Well, there are a lot of bedrooms, after all. You never know…” she says in the most innocent voice you’ve ever heard, but obviously implying something very specific.

You’re so caught off guard, that you can’t help but gape at her before looking at Jimin, who - unsurprisingly - doesn’t even seem to have caught on to what she just said.

“Anyway, we want to play truth or dare, are you guys in?” She changes the topic, now looking more towards Jimin, who does seem interested, whereas you cannot help but mock that suggestion.

“Truth or dare, really? That’s the lamest shit you could come up with—” You’re interrupted by Jimin’s hand grabbing yours a little too harshly. You swallow the rest of what you wanted to say, even though you had a couple more well-fitting insults in store.

Oh well, your time will come.

How come he immediately shuts you down, but when someone clearly insults you, he doesn’t even notice?

“Yea, we’re coming, right babe?”

It takes you a second to react since you don’t feel addressed by that name, but reality comes crashing down at you when he squeezes your hand once again, making you nod your head in forced agreement.

There’s really nothing worse you could think of right now. Not only could this game expose you real quick, but it could also make for a lot of embarrassing and uncomfortable moments.

And the first one comes soon after you and Jimin join the group of people playing, and the bottle finally lands on you.

“Truth,” you sigh, already annoyed to no extent.

As soon as you mumbled the word, a round of boos roars around you - loudest of all Yuna herself.

“Come on, no one takes truth. I thought you were against lame shitty games, so why not make this one fun when you can?” She challenges you, making your blood boil in your veins.

Maybe the cup of pure vodka wasn’t the best idea, since it seems to rile you up more than you need right now.

Nonetheless, you actually let yourself be provoked this time.

“Okay, whatever then. I take dare,” you hear yourself say, crossing your arms over your chest while never breaking eye contact with her. After all, you don't want her to think she's intimidating you or that you have something to hide.

She does intimidate you, and you do have something to hide, but no one needs to know that.

She looks rather unaffected though, simply smirking at you before she purses her lips for a sheer moment while thinking about something to make you do, grinning almost in an evil way when she obviously seems to have something in mind.

“Make Jimin moan.”

Your eyes grow wide as you try not to let them see how uncomfortable you are.

Now it is more than obvious that she is onto something and clearly wants to see if you’re going through with it.

The problem is, you don’t know if you can.

A look to the side quickly tells you Jimin isn’t going to save you either since he looks pretty unbothered by all of this, just shrugging his shoulder as he looks back at you, waiting for you to do something.

“What is it ___?” Yuna sneers, looking rather pleased with herself when her plan seems to work. “Shouldn’t be a problem, since you’re dating him, hm?”

“Doesn't mean we’re comfortable sharing everything with all of you, does it?”

“We’re all friends here, there is nothing to be ashamed of,” she coos, not hiding her smirk even one bit. You can already hear other people start to giggle the more time you’re letting pass, but you cannot help it - this is not an easy decision for you.

No matter how you cannot and will not let her win this round. This one is for sure.

But right when you're on the verge of despair, a sudden idea comes into your head, making you abruptly grin back at her.

“Cool. Nothing easier than that,” you declare before you give Jimin one hard punch onto his arm, instantly making him moan in pain.

It is more than obvious this wasn’t what she was hoping for, and she makes it very known soon after with a deep scowl on her face.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it! You cheated!” She complains, making a bigger thing out of this than it has to be.

“You never said he has to moan in pleasure,” you shrug, feigning innocence while hiding the happiness of having found a little loophole.

“It was more than obvious that that was what I meant. This is a college party!” she continues to complain, making you roll your eyes at her dramatic behavior. “You cheated. Probably because you can't pull it off anyway—”

“— Shut up already, Yuna.“ Jimin’s annoyed voice suddenly can be heard, reminding you of his presence. “Specify your dares next time. We’re done playing anyway.“ And with that being said, he grabs your hand and pulls you away.

You unwillingly follow him for a little while until you're in a more quiet room with only a couple people, and you get the courage to speak up.

“Sorry for punching you,” you mutter, feeling bad about what happened but Jimin just playfully glares at you.

“Are you really?” He asks, already starting to smile as you join in. “Thought so,” he grins mischievously when he doesn’t get an answer.

“Usually, I’m not the violent type, I promise. I just panicked. And since you didn’t seem to want to help me out of this, I needed to be creative,” you explain. “By the way, why didn’t you help me? Wasn’t it obvious that I wanted you to do something?”

“Honestly, I just wanted to see what you will do,” Jimin admits, chuckling quietly. “Wanted to see if you’d actually do it.”

You’re just about to say something snarky back to that when you notice him focusing on something behind you all of a sudden, making you curious about what’s there to see, and you’re surprised when you see that it’s no other than Taehyung and Yeji who seem to have just arrived, happily greeting everyone around them.

“Are you okay?” You ask, noticing how he seems to have zoned out. It's a little unnerving for you to see him like this because you fear he could make a scene. More attention is the last thing you two need.

But it's not only that. It must be hard for him to see them here, and you do feel bad he has to go through this right now. You aren't friends, and he isn't the nicest, but you still have a heart, okay?

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be? Don't treat me like a baby.”

His answer comes directly after, making him sound careless, but you clearly see the way his jaw clenches when he tries to move his head away from the scene in front of you.

You’re trying to not let his sudden change in mood get to you, but you can’t help but get a little irritated with the tone he uses while speaking to you. You can understand this is an unpleasant situation for him, but you are not to blame for any of this.

“I don’t know, maybe because you look like someone pissed in your breakfast.”

Jimin’s eyes land back on you, and for a quick second, you watch him clench his jaw before he grabs your hand again and pulls you with him, mumbling something about needing a drink.

Now, this is a thought you can relate to, and you're happy to finally get your hands on more alcohol. This whole day just screams for a way to calm your nerves and let your frustration out.

“I can’t believe they have the audacity to come here,” he boils as he sips from his drink. “I specifically asked Hyunjin to not let them in tonight, and yet, here they are. What the fuck. You really can't trust anyone anymore.”

You do feel for him because having to see them here - together over all must suck a lot and you have no idea how his relations to everyone around here differ from Taehyung's and Yeji's, but you know it's a bit too much to expect that just because he has problems with them, everyone else has to turn their backs on them, too. You don’t want to be the reason to annoy him even further, though, so you decide to just stay silent, nod your head in agreement, and play your part.

Sometimes, it's better to just listen and support than be the voice of reason. Maybe you two will have to have that talk someday, but surely not tonight.

You’re here for a reason, and it’s not to pick a fight with him.

“Should we dance?” you unexpectedly hear yourself ask after you both decided to calm yourselves with a few rounds of shots.

Admittedly, you should take it slow, considering it’s been a minute since you drank this much, but hey, anything to ease your nerves and make you a little less uncomfortable.

The problem, however, is that a side effect of alcohol is that you tend to get a little too carried away, and Jimin is probably the worst person to have around in that state because it's clear he's not going to stop you from making a fool of yourself.

Unlike you, he's already a bit too confident even without alcohol, which is why he instantly jumps at your suggestion, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him in no time. And before you know it, you're on the dance floor, dancing with none other than Park Jimin.

And it’s not the worst.

Not only do you desperately need to prove your "relationship" to everyone around you (which... doesn't seem to work very well so far) it also can't hurt to switch off and relax for a while. After all, you haven't had the chance to do that since you came here.

You’re finally letting loose, swaying your hips to the beat with your eyes closed as you feel the alcohol running through your system. It has been so long since you just had fun - let alone at a party - but it feels so good you don’t even care about the couple hundred eyes that have to be watching you right now.

No, they should be watching. Maybe seeing you and Jimin act comfortable around each other will do the trick.

You decide to turn everything off and live in the moment for once, not even caring about the fact that you’re literally grinding on Jimin right now while he's practically doing the same, keeping his grip firmly on your hips. You barely even notice.

All of this is entirely overshadowed by you simply enjoying yourself. Finally.

But the state of pure peace and bliss you are currently in does not last long when you feel Jimin’s hot breath brush against your cheek as he whispers something in your ear.

“Are you trying to make me hard or something?”

Your eyes immediately shot open, and you turn around to push him away from you while he’s laughing hard enough to make his eyes disappear.

“You’re such a dick! I was finally having fun,” you complain, but can barely hide the grin at the sight of him laughing so damn hard until you fall into a fit of amused giggles as well.

“I didn’t ask you to stop. Sorry if you misunderstood,” he defends himself holding his hands up in surrender.

You throw your head back in laughter, and yes, you entirely blame this on your drunken state because Park Jimin’s sexual innuendos wouldn’t make you laugh this much if you were sober.

You watch him purely grin at you in amusement for a while until you raise a brow, silently asking him what he’s looking at, but he just shrugs, coming closer as you're now dancing a little less daringly.

“Nothing, it’s just that I’ve never seen you like this before. Didn’t know you could actually be fun.”

His answer doesn’t surprise you since you must admit you almost forgot this side of yours as well. Also, it’s not like Jimin has known you for long enough to know the person you were before you turned into a loner.

But you can be fun, and have a lot more in store than just that. You don't plan on showing Jimin all of you, though. It's not like you're friends, and he doesn't need to know you more than he has to for the sake of making your relationship believable.

A little later that same night, you have once again decided to ditch the party and find a secluded place where you can just… not socialize for a while.

The only difference is that this time you have Jimin as your companion, sitting next to you on the roof of the frat house after bragging about showing you the coolest place here.

And here you are, looking down at all the people partying below you, while you're just enjoying the view, both with a beer in your hand, talking about some stuff and getting to know each other.

Weirdly, this is really comforting.

It’s not that bad getting to know the guy behind all that “golden boy” facade, and in a way, it’s the first time you realize that besides being super popular and rich, Jimin is also just a guy in his twenties, trying to survive and find his own way in life.

By now, you both sobered up a little and even if it’s not exactly enough for you to be safely sitting on a rooftop, you at least stopped giggling about everything which you’re very thankful for.

Right now, he’s telling you a little about his family. You don’t even remember how you came to that, but you find yourself being interested in what he tells you about them. Just from what he told you til now, you feel like he’s grown up in a very loving family who he also seems to be close with.

He especially seems to care a lot about his younger sister, or at least that’s what you assume because, for the last hour or so, he always comes back to telling you about her.

“It’s just… she is dating this giant dick-face, okay?” Jimin explains, staring ahead with a sigh.

“Jimin,” you admonish him, already rolling your eyes, but can’t completely hide the smile slowly spreading on your face.

“No, I mean it! Really!” He exclaims, turning his head to stare at you with big, serious eyes. “His face is literally formed like a giant ball sack, and his hair is—”

He doesn’t get any further before you smack his arm, laughing at his stupidity. “Stop, you’re being ridiculous,” you giggle, shaking your head as you see him trying to suppress his own grin.

The quiet waves of laughter from both of you are followed by a comfortable silence as you just sit there on a damn roof, while a couple hundred people are partying.

You catch yourself feeling comfortable in his company, even enjoying it for once without getting irritated by him. It’s something new and strange, but you welcome the change.

“He’s not good enough for her,” Jimin then breaks the silence again after a while, staring thoughtfully into the night sky. “No one is, but least of all him. I try to tell her all the time, but she just never listens.”

He doesn’t notice you watching him right after, studying how his brows are furrowed together in deep thought and the way his hands fumble with the fabric of his jeans as he probably thinks about his sister’s well-being.

And you don’t notice how the corners of your lips subconsciously perk up into a small smile.

It’s unusual for you to see him like this. Thoughtful, caring. It’s the first time you see a glimpse of the person underneath all the snooty, self-absorbed posturing.

Sure, he has shown a little compassion for your situation but that's the most he's done so far. With his sister, however, you can see how caring he can actually be, and at this moment, even if it doesn’t stay for long, you decide that you don’t despise this Jimin as much as the other one.

“You probably don’t want to hear what I’m about to tell you,” you start, seeing him turn his head back at you.

“Then it’s better when you keep it to yourself,” he interrupts, grinning as to let you know he isn’t being serious.

You snort, shaking your head. “She will not listen to anyone. And the more you tell her what a mistake she is making, the more she will want to do it,” you say, closely watching his reaction to your little advice - if you can even call it that.

To your surprise, he seems to listen, and you admire him nodding his head understandingly.

“What else can I do then?”

“I’m afraid there isn’t anything you can do at this point,” you shrug, looking at him apologetically when you see the little hopeful look in his eyes slowly disappear.

“If she won’t listen to the people closest to her, she will have to make her own decisions and face the consequences. Even if she’ll end up being hurt.”

“I don’t want that to happen,” he sighs. “She always wants to act like an adult and tries to be mature and stuff, but she’s just seventeen. And she’s sensitive, even if she never shows it to anyone.“

It’s clear he loves his sister very much, and it warms your heart to see how she can make a whole different Jimin appear than the one you got to know recently.

“I know. Sorry,” you quietly breathe out. “But I don’t think there’s anything you can do about it. It’s part of growing up.”

“Maybe you could try and talk to her sometime?” He suddenly suggests, looking at you with big eyes that make him look so much younger.

“Why? Because I have a history with dick-faced douchebags?” You joke, expecting him to laugh along at your joke.

No idea why you expected that because Jimin immediately agrees, shrugging his shoulders while he looks at you completely serious with a simple “yeah”.

“Wow, gotta love your honesty,” you mumble, turning your head straight ahead again. “I don’t think I’m the right person for that, though. I’m sorry. And no offense, but I refuse to meet your family,” you state. “It’s already bad enough that we have to lie to everyone around here. I really don’t want us to lie to the people closest to us. They shouldn't be a part of this.”

He doesn’t say anything to that, but just by the way he slightly nods with his beer bottle tightly pressed to his lips, you guess that he agrees.

“Why don’t you ask Nayeon instead?” you propose, just thinking out loud. “She’s way better with people than I am, and I'm sure your sister would rather listen to her anyway. They already know each other.” You explain, still trying to help him out. Even if you refuse to get involved with his family, for good reasons, you can still try to be helpful in different ways if it really burdens him this much.

“Nayeon…” you immediately catch Jimin’s face falter again as soon as you bring up her name, and you wonder what this could be about.

“Nayeon isn’t… she’s not really in the right state of mind to give advice to others, I guess,“ he beats around the bush, making you even more curious about what’s going on with her.

What is he hinting at?

Now that you come to think of it, you haven’t seen her for quite some time now, and you haven’t heard about her either, which is not common for her.

She's the life of every party, everybody loves her so... what is going on?

“She isn't doing well at all. I’m seriously worried about her.”

You see a look, similar to what he looked like earlier on his face when talking about his sister’s well-being. But this time, it's even more severe.

You’re still mad at Nayeon and don’t want to ask about her for that reason, but you cannot help but worry about her too. Especially since Jimin looks so serious.

“Why? What’s wrong with her?”

“Above all, she's very heartbroken, of course. She genuinely loved Taehyung, and she always thought of Yeji as a close friend. What happened really gnaws at her,” he explains, confirming your guess as you nod and focus your gaze on your clapped-together hands.

“But what really gets to her is… what happened between her and you,” he then admits, making your ears perk up immediately though you try to look unbothered and just don’t say anything to that, nor do you look at him.

“She hates herself for what happened, ___.”

“She should,” you shrug, acting entirely cold even though you don’t mean it. “After all, she did get off better than me.”

“Nayeon is not a bad person, ___. She was just very hurt and—”

“I was hurt too,” you interrupt him, eventually turning your head to throw him a stern look. “I know, no one ever cares about my feelings, but I was hurt too, Jimin. I don’t give a fuck about Taehyung or Yeji or anyone else. But Nayeon – I really expected more from her,” you rant, glad you managed to not let your voice break.

“Trust me, she did too,” Jimin says, looking straight into your eyes. “I’m not taking her side. Not at all,” he makes sure to let you know, keeping his voice solid. “What she did was very wrong, and there is no excuse for it.”

“But?”

“But,” he sucks in some air, keeping his gaze on you the whole time. “We both know that Nayeon is not that person,” he states.

You know he’s right. But you can’t just forget about what she said to you and what she did. Not just like that. Especially not when it happened in front of so many people.

Would she have done it differently, asked you to meet her somewhere private and talk it out, you would still have been disappointed in her for believing this lie, but you could have forgiven her.

The way she did it, however, showed you a side of her you never knew existed, and you’re not sure you can see past that. At last not so soon and not that easy.

“She used to always talk to me about you, and she always took your side whenever someone said anything mean,” he says after a while. “I'm the last person to expect anything from you right away, but I think it would do you both good to talk to each other. Not until you’re ready, of course. It may just be something to think about. Just… try and be the bigger person.”

You can’t help but scoff. He has no idea how many times you've recited that stupid line to yourself as if it were a mantra.

Don’t say anything, ___. Just leave. Be the bigger person.

“I’m tired of having to be the bigger person, Jimin,” you state. “Look, I’m sorry she’s not doing well, I really am. I would never wish anything bad on her or anyone else for that matter, but it doesn’t always have to be me who has to be the bigger person. I didn’t do anything wrong, and it is not my responsibility to approach her and smooth things over.”

That you took him by surprise is clearly written on his face, but you don’t let him say anything to that anymore before you start to get up, ready to go home.

This night is over. You did what he asked of you, and now you want to leave. It's not like there's any purpose for you to still be here, and it's late anyway.

It takes him a moment before he realizes you’re actually leaving, and he hastily gets up as well, almost falling off the roof in the process.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Home. It’s getting late, and I’m starting to get cold,” you say, sounding nonchalant.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks, slowly stumbling over to you.

It really is a wonder you both managed to not fall off the damn roof by now.

“What for? Would you have given me your jacket?” You try to joke, going back to your earlier mood.

You don’t want to pick a fight with him tonight. You already spend the whole day being annoyed by him so you decide to just stuff the whole Nayeon-story into the back of your head and carry on to where you left off before that.

Because you would rather shove a cactus down your throat than admit it when you’re sober, but Park Jimin can be fun to hang around when he makes an effort.

It’s like two sides of the same coin, but both sides are rusty, but one just a little less.

Yeah. That sounds like a decent enough description.

Still, as you're walking up to your apartment, followed by Jimin who was nice enough to help you up. It must have looked funny to a bystander watching two tipsy people stumble up the stairs, but you're thankful nonetheless. It shows that he does have manners after all.

“This night was a disaster and I feel like it's mostly my fault,” you decide to speak up about the elephant in the room, knowing pretty well it was on both of your minds because you two haven't really shared more than two words since leaving the party. Now that the effect of the alcohol is slowly wearing off, you're starting to feel bad about it.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks, making you turn around to face him.

“You wanted to really get started with the plan today. You wanted to convince everyone, I was supposed to get to know everyone and get involved, blah blah blah. Instead, I hid somewhere or just bitched at people half the time - which was completely justified, by the way, but I'm still sorry that we couldn't achieve what you had in mind,” you ramble.

Jimin smiles, shrugging his shoulders as to show you it's not a big deal. "I'm sorry for ditching you at the start and not defending you as much as I should have,” he apologizes as well, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Ah, so he did notice then.

“I already broke my promise to you, and I'm sorry for that. I hope you're still in, though and if you are, I promise this won't happen again. The truth is, I had met Yeji when I was on my way back to you, and it kinda put me off. I was in a bad mood the whole time after that. And then I came back, and you were gone, and everyone was making rude remarks,” he groans. “And then I find you with Jeon of all people.”

Well, it's not the greatest apology, but it's more than you expected, and you're glad he at least made an effort. So you just smile and nod.

“It was the first try,” you say, already turning around to open your door. “Let's do better next time. It's not like the entire night was a flop. You're bearable when you shut up, Park.”

At this, Jimin laughs. “I can only return that compliment, babygirl. You should be drunk more often. It makes you so much more likable.”

You don't return anything to that, just simply throw him the middle finger as you walk inside your home and close the door behind your back.

Truth is, tonight really wasn't a total flop, and you know if you both put in a little more effort, this could actually work.

#jimin au #jimin slow burn #jimin fake dating au #jimin angst #jimin fluff #jimin smut #jimin e2l #jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #bts jimin #bts imagines #bts au #bts angst #bts smut #bts fake dating au

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transfemlogan · 1 year

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Think I could ask what you think of Logan’s character and where you think his character arc will go (or at least, where you’d like to see it go in the series)? Honestly I’m just interested in hearing you talk about him

I found this rlly far down my drafts. Somehow. Idk how it got there. But at least I don't have to rewrite the entire beginning 🧡

NOTE: I have Aphasia. It's a language disorder that affects my ability to understand and use language and it affects me both within writing and speaking. This is going to be a little incomprehensible and all over the place, but be nicies to me and feel free to ask for clarification.

This is more of a ramble, than a nice and neat analysis.

Everyone is allowed to add on :3c

ALSO SORRY TO ANYONE TAGGED</3 You're most likely tagged because I was quoting/linking a post by you.

OK. LET'S TALK ABT LOGAN (FT MY BAD SCREENSHOTS):

[ID: a screenshot of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "My True Identity!" He is smiling at the camera and making finger guns. /end ID]

This might be incomprehensible I love logan sanders. So much. Its so hard to put into words i jsut love him OK. He is perfect in every day & also a little nerd. & Beautiful. & handsome. & my babygirl.

I feel like a lot of fans treat him as if he is... like any other glasses wearing character in fiction. Byakuya Togami is the first to pop into my mind, same with Kusuo Saiki from The Disasterous Life of Saiki K, Freddy Riley from Identity V, Charles Offdensen from Metalocalypse, Kyoya Ootori from Ouran Highschool Hostclub, ETC. THERE'S A LOT OF GLASSES GUYS. (Note: these characters do not completely fit each other, but you get the point.)

The trope of "smart, unemotionless, rude/blunt character wears glasses" is something fans will shove Logan into, but the thing is Logan's character takes this trope and completely snaps it in half and throws it in the trash.

Logan is smart. He is blunt and can be the biggest asshole at times. He is """unemotional""" (stated by him).

[ID: a screenshot of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts". The captions reas, "Everything is okay." /end ID]

But he's also compassionate. He is hopeful. He cares so much for the people around him and he holds so much love in his heart.

This post (link) by @intrulogical probably phrases it way better than I ever could + this post (link) by @nesushii

I think that's what makes Logan such a compelling character. He's not someone who needs to "learn how to feel" (which is an idea in fiction I dislike) (it can become a little ableist), he is someone who does feel and know he feels and feels so much all the time, but he can't express it well due to both the environment around him and how he shows his emotions.

A lot of Logan's asshole actions, I think, are less him actively trying to be rude and more him just struggling really bad.

In Moving On, he is "rude" but it's because he realises his actions were Wrong and he's trying to Fix It. He recognises Virgil's panic attack, how this room is affecting Thomas, and realises that he should have listened to Patton. But because of the affects of Patton's room and Logan's tone and phrasing, he comes off as Mean. He becomes defensive as everyone blows him off and it affects how he's trying to help everyone.

In LNTAO, Logan is confused about the entire situation. He doesn't understand why singing or puppets would help Thomas and, as Logic, it is terrifying to not Know when it's his entire job to know. His confusion turns into defensiveness, and because he already struggles to express his emotions in a way that the other sides like/understand, his confusion (& defensiveness) comes off as anger and purposeful ignorance. Which is why the sides and Thomas treat him the way they do— they're assuming he doesn't want to know. Which is entirely untrue!

I know I've talked so much already about how Logan is unintentionally autistic coded (I'm even writing an entire essay about it), but like... HE IS SO AUTISTIC CODED!!

This character that struggles with expressing himself. Who lives in an environment where he feels like he has to exist a certain way, or else he won't be accepted. Who doesn't understand tone or sarcasm or the "big picture". Who struggles with other people viewing him as some sort of unemotionless ""monster"", bexause they don't understand him. Who wants to be heard and understood.

In DWIT, he feels like he's finally doing something right. That he's on the right path. And then it immediately get snatched away in POF and then again in WTIT. And that's such an inherently autistic experience. You feel like you're masking right, you're fitting in, people are accepting and loving you— only to act "too autistic" and the false comfort you wanted is snatched away (a little more complex and nuanced than that, but you know).

He is... So Autistic and it HURTS. (He could also be viewed as neurodivergent in general— I can relate to him outside of autism, with my schizophrenia and speech impediment.)

I also relate to him heavily as a child abuse victim. I've brought it up a few times, but I haven't been able to express entirely what I mean by calling him "child abuse coded" (WHICH IS A PHRASE I KEEP GIGGLING AT).

Logan's entire situation with anger feels so... similar to my own anger issues and trauma. The way he will get so angry and explode only to calm down and realise his actions.

[ID: two screenshots of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "Working Through Intrusive Thoughts". In image one, he is pointing at someone out of frame and looking down at the floor with a confused expression. In image two, he has a hand on his tie and looks upset. /end ID]

Hurting those around you because you're hurting is something I feel like most, if not all, abuse victims struggle with. And especially with child abuse victims, I personally always feel on edge. Like I have to defend my actions 24/7 and I need to express myself perfectly or else no one will understand and I will "get in trouble" and "punished".

It reminds me so much of Logan. After he gets angry and explodes (partially due to the Orange Side, based on how the series is being shown), he immediately is confused and shameful and scared.

Logan is scared and ashamed of his own actions and is trying so hard to fix himself and not be that, not be an angry aggressive person. But it's not as simple and apologising and moving on and it's definitely much harder when those around you will not let you / don't understand fully.

ANYWAY Logan's character means so much to me as an autistic, abused guy. //slaps Logan// this guy can hold SO much trauma!

This post (link) by @orbmanson7 I think puts some of my thoughts into better words about Logan's anger and boundaries and everything (which also helps us segway into talking about his arc)

The thing with Logan's arc is that it's a little more complex than just "Logan wants to be listened to". All of the sides want to be listened to, that's the entire point of them. They all want to help Thomas.

It's not only that Logan wants to be listened to and isn't, it's also that Logan is actively listening to critiques and trying to fix and change. He is hearing and seeing that something he is doing is not helpful and is upsetting people. He wants to fix it and change and improve. But no matter what he does, nothing seems to "fix the issue"— Thomas still will not listen to him.

Logan has to unlearn this idea that he needs to constantly be improving himself, that he has to act a certain way, in order for someone to listen and understand him (AGAIN. WHY I RELATE TO HIM AS A ABUSE VICTIM). AND, the sides need to be actively changing how they are treating him. Because him unlearning this won't immediately fix the issue if the sides aren't working too.

The situation can't be fixed with a simple promise of "we will listen to you, Logan", because they've been doing that the entire series.

[ID: a screenshot of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "Working Through Intrusive Thoughts". He is holding a notebook near his chest and looks dejected. The captions read, "Another day, Logan, I promise." /end ID]

ALSO, this doesn't fall completely on the other sides. Logan still needs to work on letting himself express things and learning how to cope with his strong, intense emotions like his anger. He's lashing out at the other sides and that's not okay. He can't hurt the people he cares about because he's angry and upset (see the ending of POF before Janus reveals his name).

Which... is one of the reasons I really do not want his anger to be "caused by" the orange side. I want this to be something he is experiencing and going through, because if it's "oooh a dark side is controlling him!!" then it won't be a "Logan issue", it'll be a "dark side issue". Which is not what he OR the viewers need.

Logan needs to overcome and cope with his issues without someone inserting themselves into his arc. The more people are thrown into the mix, the more the attention is drawn away from Logan, and I think his arc is something that desperately needs to be told and focused on.

And NO . I am not a fan of "Logan is the Orange Side" theories. There's a million reasons why that's not true if you actually watch and pay attention to the series (it's a very fun AU, but falls apart in context of the actual series). (Plus I don't want him to stop being indigo.......)

I also don't want Logan's arc to end up with him "turning into a dark side" for a MULTITUDE of reasons:

The "dark sides" aren't like... an actual, genuine thing...? It's not something you can ""become"", it's something you are forced into. It is a term created by Roman to describe sides that Thomas views as inherently bad or evil. The only way for Logan to ""become"" a "dark side" is if someone, in an episode, verbally, called Logan a "dark side".

Obviously, Logan can be treated like a "dark" side. In fact, how he is being treated in the series is very similar to how Virgil was treated in seasonn 1 or how Janus is being treated, ETC. BUT I don't want him to be called a "dark side", because I feel like that brings up an entirely new conflict? Now it's not focused on them ignoring Logan, it's focused on "Logic is evil?" "Thomas views Logic as bad?".

I'm struggling really hard to explain, but I feel like it just layers the conflict and I don't want that. I don't want Logan's arc to include the dark sides in any way. I want it to be focused on him.

(HOWEVER, I don't mind the connection between Logan and the dark sides through their similarities and finding comfort each other because of it. In fact, I love it. But I am not sure how to elaborate on that and how I want their relationships to be, so I skipped over it. If someone asks later, I can try to put it in words. In short, less of the "dark sides" affecting Logan, more Logan affecting the "dark sides"? I don't know if that makes sense.)

Also, I don't trust real-life Thomas to write it well! While he is very good at writing conflict, he sucks at resolving conflict (see: Virgil's reveal as a dark side at the end of DWIT and how it's handled in ATHD). Logan becoming a "dark side" already adds more to his already conflict-filled arc, I don't want to then see it be swept under the rug or handled really badly. Logan deserves a good arc. Don't bite off more than you can chew, or whatever, leave his arc alone. Stop it. Please.

I think that's all I wanted to say?

In short: Logan is full of hope and love and compassion and is so, so autistic coded and has so much trauma. I think his arc is more complex than "not being listened to" and he has to unlearn a lot. I don't want his arc to involve the orange side/him being the orange side, or any of the dark sides, because that brings the attention away from him.

#ask #sanders sides #logan sanders #blog tags ->#essays!#IT. COUNTS. OK. EVEN THOUGH ITS RAMBLY.#logan #revys essays!#sure whatever

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rebelwrites · 1 year

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Winner Takes It All || Eighteen: It’s Always Been You!

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Valentina ends up at the door of the one person her heart is calling out for.

Warnings: you might need your tissues

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Charles’ POV

I honestly couldn’t believe my eyes, never in a million years would I have thought Valentina would be standing at my hotel room door. My heart broke at the sound of her sobs that seemed to echo through the hallway, the sound alone snapped me back into reality.

“Come here.” I hummed, instantly wrapped my arms around her body, guiding her into the room. “Is everything okay?”

The moment I asked the question she pulled herself away from my body violently shaking her head.

“Nothing is fucking okay,” she cried, tossing her sunglasses and baseball cap on the floor before tugging at her roots, something she had always done when the weight of the world was on top of her. “Everything is broken, my heart, my soul and my relationship and it’s all you fucking fault. Everything is your fault.”

I didn’t know what to say, my brain had officially shut down, so I stood leaning against the back of the sofa knowing the best thing to do was let her get everything off her chest.

“Hudson and I broke up today.” She screamed, pacing across the floor. “All because of you, all because my stupid fucking heart still can’t seem to get over you even after all these years.”

My heart instantly started racing, I still had a chance of making things right again.

“I tried so goddamn hard, I really did but no matter what I did it didn’t work, in fact it probably made things worse. You broke my heart yet for some reason I find myself loving you with the shattered pieces.”

I needed to do something, the sight of Vali breaking down was killing me, letting out a shaky breath I pushed myself off the sofa, closing the gap between us. As soon as I was close enough I wrapped my arms tightly around her body, the moment I made contact with her I felt her completely give up, letting all her weight fall into me as I guided us both down to the floor, pulling her onto my knees.

“I can’t stop my heart calling out for you Bear.” She sobbed against my chest. “I don’t know what to fucking do, I don’t know why I even came here.”

Hearing her call me her old nickname for me caused my stomach to flip.

“I hold on to every little memory because I know we won’t be making any more, you drew memories in my mind that I could never erase, you painted colours in my heart I can never replace.” She cried, clinging onto me like I was her only life line. “I just want the heartache to go away, I just need to forget everything, but once again no matter what I do I just can’t get you out of my fucking head, try to forget the way you smell, your laugh, the way your stupid nose crinkles when you smile.” Her cries were getting harder, and at this point I had tears rolling down my cheeks not knowing how to soothe my sweet Angel. “I can’t do this any more Bear, I just can’t fucking take the pain. Pain that you caused and I so want to hate you for it I really do but then I remember the times you made me feel as though I was made of sunshine.”

Letting out a shaky breath, I pressed a long kiss to the top of her head before resting my chin against her hair. This girl had my entire heart and nothing or nobody would ever change that fact. “Babygirl, je suis vraiment désolé. Pour tout ce que je t'ai fait subir. Je suis vraiment désolé et je vais passer ma vie entière à me faire pardonner. Babygirl, I'm so sorry. For everything I put you through. I'm so sorry and I'm going to spend my whole life making it up to you.” I whispered, my hold on her tightened up slightly because I was scared if I unwrapped my arms from her she would disappear. I didn’t know what to do to calm her down so I tried the one thing that used to work when she got herself worked up, I started rocking her gently in my arms just hoping it helped because there was nothing more I hated than seeing Vali so broken because of me.

Glancing over at the clock on the wall of the hotel, I let out a slight sigh at the time it was nearly 11.30pm but there was no way I was going to kick out the only girl I had ever loved out of the room even if it meant I would be tired for the race tomorrow. Vali was my priority right now, not the race.

“It’s always been you, Bear.” she breathed, her tears slowly coming to a stop. “I always has been and always fucking will be.”

Silence washed over the two of us as we sat wrapped in each other’s arms in the middle of the living room floor. The air around us was heavy, I have multiple emotions running through my body right now and I honestly didn’t know how to react to everything that had happened in such a short space of time.

I had no idea how I didn’t smell it when Vali first arrived but I could smell it now, the smell of JD, Vali’s choice of booze when everything was getting to her. It raised more concerns as I know she was dosing up on cold and flu medication.

“Combien avez-vous bu ? How much did you drink?” I asked, running my fingers through her tangled hair.

“Half a bottle of JD.” she mumbled, letting out a heavy sigh before wiggling out of my grasp, the moment she was on the floor she tucked her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and resting her head on her knees. “Sorry for showing up like this, I just didn’t know where to go.” she whimpered, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

“Hey,” I whispered, moving so I was kneeling in front of her, brushing my knuckles down her cheek. “I don’t care what state you are in, you are always welcome at my door and I will always welcome you with open arms okay. Always and forever, no matter what is going on between us I will always be here for you.”

“Mi sento perso, Bear. I feel lost, Bear.” she said so quietly I nearly missed it. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Taking a deep breath, I took her hands in mine, linking my fingers with hers and for the first time in a while I felt like I was home.

“We are going to take things day by day okay.” I whispered, brushing my thumb over the top of her hand. “I am going to go run you a nice hot bath and make some coffee.” I said with a small smile. “If you don’t want to be alone then you can stay here, you can have the bed and I will take the sofa.”

As I pushed myself to my feet I felt her reach out to me, grabbing my hand.

“You have to race tomorrow, I will take the sofa.” she said softly.

I just smiled at her, knowing full well I wouldn’t let her sleep on the sofa but I didn’t want to argue over that.

The moment I walked into the bathroom, I ran my hand over my face letting out a heavy sigh before I started running the bath for Valentina. For once I felt like I had a good chance of making amends with the girl I loved, I didn’t care that she had been drinking. I could see in her eyes that she was speaking the truth. I would be lying to myself if I said I liked how it all came about because this wasn’t how I wanted everything to play out but I didn’t have a choice in the matter. All that did matter was she was here in my hotel pouring her heart out.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub aimlessly scrolling through social media trying to distract myself from overthinking this situation. As I swapped onto my photo album about to go through the album of pictures of me and Vali I saw a text come through from Pierre.

23:45 - PG

Bro, have you seen Nugget?

I got some weird texts from her tonight!

Just been to her hotel and she isn’t there

23:45 - CL

She’s here, at my hotel.

It’s a long story!

23:46 - PG

Thank fuck! I was getting worried

Is she okay?

I’m assuming you know about her and Hudson?

23:46 - CL

Yeah I know all about it.

She showed up in a right state.

23:46 - PG

Just look after her man.

23:47 - CL

Always will.

You know how much she means to me!

23:47 - PG

Don’t be surprised if she bolts come morning

Locking my phone I placed it back in the pocket of my joggers and turned my focus on looking after Vali. Soon enough the bath was ready, I knew she loved bubble baths and bath bombs but I didn’t have any of that to hand right now so I made do by dumping a load of my shower gel into the bath hoping it was good enough.

A couple of hours had passed, even though Vali had stopped crying the air was still heavy. There had been a lot brought out into the open tonight and I knew things weren’t going to go back to how they were before but it was all about baby steps.

I was extremely surprised when Vali came out of the bath she automatically snuggled in between my legs, her head resting against my heart.

My heart swelled slightly when she apologised for snuggling up to me but I made her feel safe and that's all she wanted right now was to feel safe. Just like I didn’t care that the ends of her hair was wet, all that mattered was how she felt even if she did slip out in the morning.

The only sound in the room was our breathing. I had so much I wanted to say to her but decided against it. I didn’t want to confuse or upset her even more than she already was but there was one thing I was dying to say to her.

“Babygirl, just know I will never give up on us. We can start over, we can be strangers again. I can introduce myself in a dorky shy way again. We can laugh, talk, relearn what we already know.” I whispered, pressing a kiss against the top of her head. “We can come up with new inside jokes, we can create new memories, and give each other a second chance.”

I was met with silence, lifting my head. I took a look at why I got no response. I couldn’t help but smile at the fact she had fallen asleep wrapped up in my arms. Pressing a long kiss to the top of her head I carefully lifted her off my chest so I could move off the sofa. I stood there for a moment letting my thoughts settle down before scooping Valentina up in my arms, carrying her bridal style to the bedroom. The moment I stepped into the bedroom she started to stir in her sleep.

“Bear, je ne veux pas être seul. Bear, I don't want to be alone.” she mumbled, nuzzling her face further into my chest. “Reste avec moi, s'il te plaît. Please stay with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” I whispered, gently placing her down on the large bed. Once I had gotten her settled in the bed, I stripped down to just my boxers before climbing into the other side of the bed, making sure I had my alarms set before locking my phone and setting it on the nightstand.

Once I was settled I just laid there staring up at the ceiling in the dark, I couldn’t help the tears that filled my eyes and slowly trickled down my cheeks. Everything felt right but it also felt extremely wrong at the same time.

Maybe this was the start of things getting back on track for me and Vali essentially leading to both of us being back together.

What took me by surprise was the fact Vali rolled over, resting her head on my chest, wrapping her arm and leg around my body. It was an instinctive reaction to wrap my arms around her, pressing one final kiss to her forehead.

“Ti amo, Char.” a small whisper came from Vali.

I wasn’t sure if I was hearing things being on the verge of letting sleep takeover but I couldn’t help but fall asleep with a smile on my face hearing those words slip out of her mouth.

I had a feeling things would be different come morning but for now the world felt right again, even if it was just for a couple of hours.

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