#but not necessarily the right race for the movie

[abbyshands]

Good nigth darling,you're okay?can we have more nerdy!abby pleaase i beg you 🙏🙏🙏(srry for my inglish)

teach me

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a/n; hello, my love! i’m good, and i hope you are too! of course EEK i was going to write more for her anyway, i love a nerdy girl. also this is cut off asf I’M SORRY i’m tired, maybe i’ll do a part 2 if y’all ask <3

synopsis; you’ve never been good at science, let alone college biology. when your professor all but forced you to get a tutor, who should you end up with but your nerdy girlfriend, who has a very unique way of getting you to study?

pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader

warnings; abby uses baby/princess, use of a strap-on, cockwarming + edging (kinda), abby refers to the strap as her dick and it’s referred to as her dick/cock, choking, spanking, degradation (ish. abby’s tone is just mean), anddd i prob missed smt so lmk <3

wc; 2.2k

p.s.; ALSO this is was ib an ellie fic i saw bro idk where tf it is 😭 searching for it tho. i js remember it was nerdy ellie. it was so good BUT LIKE WHERE IS ITTT idk i’ll link it here if i find it

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you’ve always sucked at science. biology, chemistry, whatever the hell it was, it had never been your cup of tea.

your professor had not so kindly recommended you get a tutor. otherwise, your grades would decline (more than they already were, that is). you didn't want a tutor, let alone for it to be someone you didn't know. you were already feeling awkward enough having to have someone tutor you at all—you couldn't imagine if it was by an unfamiliar.

that's where abby came in.

abby anderson was your girlfriend, and she was a nerd. like, cliche movie nerd. if you couldn't find her in her dorm, with you, or in class, she was at the library, doing homework until she couldn't anymore. she was a coffee addict with how late she was up each evening, study sessions, unnecessarily reviewing, and, again, homework.

let's just say, abby anderson would do crazy things for an a.

you didn't necessarily want to have abby as your tutor. for some reason, it was embarrassing to you. you had already felt that way when you told her you needed one at all. it would be 10x worse if she would be the one doing it.

not only that, the focus.

how the fuck were you going to focus when you have abby fucking anderson in front of you? when your mind races with memories of her fucking you from behind, or kissing down your neck, or making you the wettest you've ever been, just by being alive?

you weren't.

but abby was persistent. you had originally said no when she first asked to tutor you, but when the guy who was supposed to tutor you didn't even show for your first session, it was no longer a request.

it was a demand.

you were sitting beside abby in her dorm, working on an assignment for your biology class that was due the following day. you had taken up to ten breaks by now, and it had only been an hour and a half or so.

abby pushed her glasses up on her face as she looked over at you, eyebrow raised. you had been dozing off, elbow on the desk and chin on your palm as your eyes began to fall shut.

"hey," abby snapped her large hand in front of your face, making your eyes open again just as quickly as it had happened. "are you listening to me?"

no.

"yeah. yeah, sorry, i just, um—dna and rna. that's what we're learning now, right?" you ask confusedly, doing your best to make it seem like you know what you’re talking about.

but the look on abby's face tells you all you need to know.

"mhm, like, ten minutes ago," abby hums a bit annoyedly, and you can't help but let out a sigh. it's bad enough you have to be here at all, but letting abby down, or worse, pissing her off, was the last thing you wanted to do. “you're never going to learn if you don't put any effort in," she sighs.

“c’mon, abs,” you whined as you set your pencil aside, putting your head down on the desk, eyes on abby. the blonde set her own pen down with a small shake of the head, expression unreadable. “i can’t do this anymore,” you said dramatically. abby rolled her eyes.

“what’s wrong now?” abby asked, but it’s not like she really wanted to know the answer. you knew how seriously abby took her own schoolwork, which may be the reason she was annoyed that you didn’t. but you just weren’t like that.

“none of this makes sense. i can’t remember a thing we go over. god, i hate biology,” you complained once more, looking away from abby.

abby sighed as she put a hand on your shoulder. as much as she wanted to be annoyed, she loved you, and she knew full well that even if you were smart, biology was your worst class.

“what can i do to help, baby? flashcards, d’you want me to quiz you? what do you need?” abby asked as she moved her hand to your back, rubbing it. you shrugged.

“i dunno. i don’t think any of that stuff is going to help me, abby. my memory’s—not that good,” you lamely huffed, but it was true. your memory was best when it came down to the things you cared for. college biology was not one of them.

“hm,” abby hummed. it took a beat, a small pause. but then, abby’s perked eyebrows told you that she had just gotten an idea, and so did the way her plump lips curled into a grin.

“i think i know what’ll do the trick.”

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that’s how you ended up on abby’s lap, her cock buried deep inside of you as she gripped you by the bottom. abby’s way of bettering your sour memory came in the form of one of the most agonizing experiences you had ever had.

“how does dna differ from rna?” abby asks you casually, as if she isn’t filling you to the brim. you feel your face getting hot, bottom lip bitten down on as you look at her nervously.

“u- uhm. d- dna has a d- double helix model, fuck,” you whine. you must be at least a little correct, because abby bucks her hips up into you, causing the silicone dildo to move inside of you. “rna’s single, a- and involved in a different process than dna.”

“attagirl,” abby praised. it’s then that she grabbed you by the ass, hard, and forced you to ride up to the top of her dick, just before she’s slamming you back down. for only a few seconds, you gain some pleasure by moving your body like that, or abby doing it for you, that is.

but then, she’s robbing it away from you, just like that.

“a- abby, please, c’mon,” you whimper. this had been going on for a third of an hour or so. abby would ask you a question from the deck of index cards she had made for you, and you would answer. simple, right?

wrong.

because here's the thing: she wouldn’t move unless you answered her, and it had to be correct. and if not?

smack.

abby's large hand comes down on your ass as if to shut you up. really, it doesn't. you let out a moan as she then grabs your ass again, not giving a care to how sore you may be.

because she's already slapped you way too many times to count.

“don't act like this isn't for your own good," she says firmly, reprimanding you. "you got that one wrong last time. and we’re not going to stop until you’ve got that whole fucking deck memorized, you got that?” she asks, signaling to the forgotten pile of index cards on the desk behind you. you whine, body too achy for abby to deny her.

“f- fine," you whine, because who the hell would you be to say no?

“good girl," abby praises as she rubs her hands over your bottom, caressing you in a loving manner, a wide difference to the way she was addressing you mere seconds before. "now, can you tell me what a neuron is?”

doing your best to not focus on the feeling inside you, you nod, and easily answer. “a- a neuron—" you huff. "is a specialized cell.”

abby moves her hands to your hips and pushed you up, so that you're around halfway down on her cock. you let out a small shudder, but it must mean you're correct. “and what’s it do?” abby then asks.

to some degree.

but you know this one. after all, it was one of the last cards you looked at in the deck. so, you respond, “transmit.”

abby moves you up more, and this time, she brings one of her hands up to cup your tit. she plays with your nipple if only for a second, causing you to let out a low moan. but just when you think she's going to keep going, of course, she doesn't.

“transmit what?” she asks firmly as her fingers caress your rib cage, and it's all you can do not to roll your eyes.

“nerve impulses," you say a bit too fast, eager to have her hands back on you. your neediness helped you on that one. "i- it’s the basic unit of the nervous system," you add, for good measure.

"that's right, princess," abby smirked, course she did. she had always had way too much fun when she was driving you crazy during sex. this was no different.

but you're pleased to find yourself rewarded, because abby allows you to ride her again. you move up and down a little quickly, scared that your girlfriend will rob you of the feeling before it's even begun. abby begins to rub your clit as she gazes at you fucking yourself on her dick, way too needy for her touch.

"eager girl," abby cooed, rubbing her index on your clit in quick circles. "so needy for my cock, aren't you?"

"yes," you huff out fast, eyes closing shut at the feeling under you.

"too bad."

abby shoves you all the way back down her dick, so that you're all the way back down at the base. it pleasures you for only a second, before the feeling vanishes, just like that.

"abby, f- fuck," you groan annoyedly, body begging for a release you know abby won't give you unless you do what she tells you to do.

and she doesn't like your words.

abby grabs you by the neck, forcing you to look at her as you roll your eyes in the brattiest manner she's ever seen from you. "look at me. look at me when i'm talking to you," and she uses that tone you know she only uses when she's not playing games, barking your full name out at the end like the word pains her tongue.

once she's got your eyes on her, she speaks once more. "if you really want this dick, and i know you do, you're gonna take what i give you like the good girl you are. that clear?"

you keep your eyes on her, scared of what will happen if you don't, face hot as you answer. "y- yes, ma'am."

"primary use of the kidneys?" abby asks, not even giving you praise for obeying her. but you're not at all surprised by that: if there was one thing about abby, she did not like your bratty side.

this time, unlike what abby's asked you before, you can't remember the answer to this. like, at all. you fumble with it for a second, digging through your head for what it could be. but you don't get a response.

"i- i don't know," you dumbly stutter, genuinely unsure of what to say. abby isn't having it, obviously, because one mlre spank is coming down onto your ass before you know it.

"f- fuck!" you whine brokenly, head rocking back, and bottom sore from each hit abby's given you. she doesn't seem to care.

"yes, you do," she all but growls at you, and you think of your real class all too quickly, like she's your professor. "we went over this. so fucking tell me," she says, and it only makes your abdomen churn more.

and fill with butterflies.

“s- something to do with b- blood pressure, right? c- controlling it? please say yes," you were begging more to yourself than to abby, not even sure where that answer came from.

“mhm, and what else?" she coos, doing what she's done a million times before: moving you halfway up her cock.

"i- i don't know, abs. can't remember," you mutter, and really, how could you by now?

it looks like abby is feeling a little generous this time, because she helps you along. "what’s it do to your body, princess? begins with an 'r',” she asked.

even when your brain begins to fog up with all of the questions in your head, and what's happening besides that, it seems to click for you when abby says the letter 'r.' “r- regulates it? th- the fluid balance?”

“mhm," abby says with a small nod of approval, even kissing your chest this time as a reward.

"there’s my smart girl.”

and it goes on like that forever, question, answer, question, answer. sometimes, you got abby's cock easily. most times, you weren't so lucky.

your eyes are drooping, body aching and face hot as you stutter out the answer to the final card in the deck. once you do, you let out a deep, long exhale, which makes abby chuckle.

"see, pretty girl? wasn't that bad, was it?" abby coos, putting her hand up to cup your cheek. obviously, you want to say no. but after all of this, it was too risky to be bratty to abby. so you shake your head.

and you hadn’t even finished yet.

"n- no, it was—fine," you lie, and abby knows you are. but she doesn't ask about it, knowing full well how much she's done to you already.

"look on the good side.”

“you'll remember better now, won't you?"

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reblogs are very much welcomed <3

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[grandprixwinnerlandonorris]

Friends Don't | George Russell⁶³

Pairings: George Russell x fem!bestfriend!reader

Summary: you go out to celebrate George's home race win, not even imagining what the night will bring

Warnings: smut, drunk driving, unprotected sex

A/N: you will maybe have to necessarily read part 1 and part 2 hehe. For the sake of the plot, we'll pretend some things already happened. I've spent the whole week writing this and only got it to all click together from the third attempt. Third time's a charm, right? But at least had a blast while editing, which is a rarity. I actually enjoy writing these 'chapters' and building this world sm <3

Sundays were a day for rest and relaxation. A day for sitting down with a good book and a cup of coffee. A day for cuddling up with a loved one and watching a movie. A day for taking some time for yourself; a day to reflect and recharge.

That was, of course, unless your best friend was George Russell. And that your Sundays didn't consist of spending most weekends a year at different race tracks around the world. Not all of them, but you tried to be there for him at least once or twice a month, as much as the opportunity allowed.

That afternoon, George took the checkered flag in Silverstone in P1 and now you were in your room, preparing for tonight's celebration. The victory party was going to be wild, and you knew it. You had seen how George celebrated previous wins, and tonight was going to be no different. Especially because it was his home race.

You took a deep breath and glanced at yourself in the mirror. You had dressed to impress, wearing a sparkly blue dress that fit you perfectly. Finishing your look with a pair of strappy heels and a silver necklace, you couldn't help but think about how previous events with George brought you even closer together.

Your friendship kind of became more... intimate. No pun intended. Guess you were both afraid not to lose each other over the past experiences, and that deepened your bond whether either of you wanted to admit or not. Now your only fear was that your closeness wouldn't tear you apart.

A soft knock pulled you out of your thoughts and you turned around to see George standing at the door with a sheepish grin on his face. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants, his hair tousled in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

"Hey there, gorgeous," he said, his voice low and husky. "Ready to party?"

Never before have you paid any mind to the nicknames he called you, but now a thrill ran down your spine. The way he looked at you made you feel like the only person in the world.

"I am," you said, smiling at him.

As you stepped out of the door, George took your hand in his and led you to the car waiting outside. The drive to the club was short, but the anticipation was high. The party was in full swing when you arrived; loud music, flashing lights, and the smell of alcohol filled the air.

George led you to the VIP section where his friends and family were already celebrating. You saw his siblings and a few of his close racing buddies. You could hear their loud cheering as they saw George walk in with you and feel the envious glares of the other women in the room.

George handed you a glass of champagne and raised his own in a toast. "To the best damn team in the world," he said, looking at you and his friends.

Everyone cheered and clinked their glasses together. You took a sip of the bubbly liquid, feeling it go down smoothly. The night was young, and the energy in the room was electric.

The party kept going on as the night deepened, and the noise of the songs blasted through the room. Glasses were filled up with drinks constantly, making it more of an effort to ignore the effects of the booze. You found yourself on the dance floor, surrounded by George and his friends. The bass of the music throbbed in your chest, and you let yourself get lost in the rhythm.

Throughout the night, each person had a chance to take their turn with you on the dance floor, and eventually you were spinning around in George's arms. The heat of the club mixed with the buzz of the alcohol made your skin flush against his. You could feel his muscles flexing as he twirled you around, his hand firmly holding onto yours. The closer you danced, the more the tension between you grew.

For a moment, you forgot where you were and who was watching. You moved on him like it was just the two of you in the world, your hands moving over his body like never before, and hips swaying in perfect synchronicity. You were so close to him that you could feel his breath on your neck, and the scent of his cologne filled your senses. You felt yourself getting lost in him, and something stirred inside you.

And it seemed like George caught up on your odd behavior as the song faded away. He grabbed your arm and started leading you away from the dance floor until you reached a quiet corner. But your drunken mind wasn't understanding his intentions.

You threw yourself onto him and he had to secure your hips with his hands to stop you from slipping. You let out a hazy chuckle as you started grinding against him once more before he pushed you back against the wall.

"Stop it, that's not why I brought you here."

But you didn't listen. You pulled yourself even closer, letting your lips brush against his neck. "Then why did you bring me here?"

He squeezed his eyes shut, your breath tickling his skin. "The drinks have gone to your head. I brought you here to take a break and cool off a little." he avoided telling you that you were drunk and not acting like yourself, afraid to provoke any unnecessary argument between you two.

Still, you weren't paying any attention. You were too inebriated to realize that your behavior was a little out of character, and you certainly weren't considering the consequences of your actions. You clasped your hands around his shoulders and pressed yourself against him again.

George tried to keep a respectable distance between you, pushing his hip backwards as you pushed yours forward, fighting the urge to get too close. That got you into an interesting position; you were leaning against the wall in between his arms with your shoulders as he leaned into you with his upper body. Your hand naughtily ran down his side, poking him. You knew you probably shouldn't touch him, but you couldn't stop yourself. His muscles strained as he let out a shaky breath.

"You're getting awfully close to me," he murmured, unable to bring himself to look you in the eye. His fingers slowly slid from their grip on the wall.

"Then don't push me away," you said back.

His face was just inches away now, and your lips unconsciously moved closer. The atmosphere between you two was thick with anticipation, a feeling that you currently relished in. Your lips were only a breath away from his when he spoke.

"We can't." his eyes locked with yours.

"Why?" you asked breathily.

"Because we're best friends." his voice was barely a whisper.

He hoped the reason he gave you would remind you of everything you asked from him that first time. But he didn't tell you that he feared you'd regret it when you sobered up, and that it would be his fault for not stopping it.

"And?" in the state that you were, did he really think that would stop you? He couldn't have been more wrong. You wanted to push him to feel something. Anything. "Best friends can do a lot of things." you smirked.

He clenched his jaw, his eyes still on yours. "No, they can't." he gritted, shaking his head.

"You're right." you said, the alcohol clouding your judgment. "They can't do this." and your hips finally met his.

He swallowed hard, trying to stay level headed. "What am I going to do with you?" he said in desperation, his hands pressed flat on the wall behind you, trying their best not to touch you as they dangerously started slipping down.

You placed your hands on his chest, feeling his heart hammering under your palms as you glided them down his torso. "Remember how you said you can read my body language?"

"Yeah," he breathed, nodding his head.

"What is it telling you now?" you whispered against his lips.

"It's telling me we're going to be in big trouble if you don't stop this," he replied. "You have no idea what you're doing to me right now."

"Then don't fight it. Show me." you murmured.

He leaned in, his lips brushing yours. Your arms snaked around his neck and fingers twined through the hair at its nape, pulling him closer. You couldn't believe that you had done all those other things, but never kissed. And when ultimately his mouth closed on yours, it was like finally locating the elusive jigsaw piece on a seemingly ordinary Tuesday while tidying up your home that you thought had been lost forever. It made you almost not want to kiss anyone else ever again — almost, because deep down you knew you shouldn't have been doing this in the first place.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as his head tilted to get a better angle. The kiss was soft, tentative, like both of you were very aware of what might happen. You pressed your mouth against his more firmly, tasting him. Parting your lips slightly, you felt the silky wetness of his tongue on yours. You bit his lower lip, letting out a deep moan when he groaned in response, hands that were in his hair tugging on the strands slightly. He groaned into your mouth again, pulling you even closer against him. You had no idea how long you were kissing, but it was definitely not enough.

The kiss broke, and you leaned your face against his neck, panting heavily. He glanced down at you, his lips so close to yours that if you had merely lifted your head, they'd be touching again. The warmth emanating from your body made him want to do things he knew he shouldn’t. He placed his forehead against yours, trying desperately to get control of himself.

"We should get back." he said between breaths. Your head was spinning from the alcohol and his scent and the magical kiss, it took you a moment to realize you were no longer kissing him. You opened your eyes and met with him.

"We should, before they realize we're missing." you nodded. He frowned, but his eyes were smiling. He was relieved, but he was also worried for you and what tomorrow might bring when you sobered up.

"Lets go," he said, turning around, but kept an arm around your waist so as to not let you get lost. You looped one arm around his neck, holding onto his shoulder, and gently hit his other shoulder with your head.

The night was still young and the party was still going. Music was playing, people were dancing, and laughter filled the room. Your friends cheered when they saw you two come in together, but neither of you paid any attention to them; all that mattered was that you were here, with him. Guys grabbed drinks for the both of you from different parts of the room and put it in your hands.

You found a spot on the couch and George sat next to you, his arm around your waist protectively. The conversations flowed easily between you two, and soon enough you both forgot what had happened earlier as you joined the rest of the group in drinking, singing along with music and laughing.

He later found you on the dance floor swaying around completely out of rhythm with a drink in your hand. Your face lit up when you saw him.

"There you are, my champion." you leaned into him, dropping your head onto his shoulder.

"I won the race, not the championship.” he chuckled.

“Mm, don’t care. To me you are the champion.” you slurred, pouting.

“Hey, is everything alright?" he asked, supporting you.

"Mmhmm." you mumbled. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine." you could hear the frown on his face. "You're drunk." he spat as he attempted to take away the half empty glass from your grasp.

"I'm not." you said, feeling yourself lose your balance a little as you swayed back and forth. He put his arm around you to help you balance.

"Yes, you are. I should've taken you home the first time around." he sighed, somehow not surprised you managed to get even drunker. You were both intoxicated for that matter, it's just that George knew how to hold his liquor. And he looked to never go over his limit in case something like this happened.

"No." you tried to pull away from him.

"I'm taking you home." he tightened his grip around you, leading you out of the party. You mumbled something in response, not quite sure what you were saying.

He helped you into his car and buckled your seat belt for you, before getting in himself. He drove slowly, carefully navigating the roads while you were almost passed out in his passenger seat. Every now and then he'd take a hand off the wheel to reach over and brush your hair away from your face or wipe away a stray tear from your cheek if one escaped your eye. As he turned into your street and parked the car, your eyes fluttered open.

"Um, could you walk me to the door?" you asked.

"I was planning on it," he said, unbuckling his seat belt.

Both of your arms wrapped around his left one, holding on for support, as he walked you to your apartment. Your little nap helped clear the haze from your head, but you were still tipsy. When you reached the entrance of your flat, you propped yourself against the door and blinked up at him.

"Do you want to come inside?" inviting your best friend into your home have never before seemed more dangerous and George should've known better than to say yes.

"Do you want anything to drink?" you asked to break an awkward silence that fell among you the moment he shut the door.

Before even waiting for his answer, you made your way towards the kitchen, but he extended his arm and grabbed your waist, preventing you from moving further.

"I think we both had enough to drink tonight," he said.

"Then what do you want to do?" you whispered.

"I want to claim my prize." he must have had a few more drinks than usual at the club to summon up the courage for that sentiment.

You could feel your heart racing in your chest, the alcohol still fogging your mind but not enough to miss the implication of his words. You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his intense gaze. His hand still rested on your waist, his fingers tracing small circles over the fabric of your dress.

"Is that what I am, a prize?"

"No, no." he said quickly, his eyes softening. "You're so much more than that, you know that." his hand cupped the side of your face. "When I saw you looking up at me on the podium today, I realized I couldn't have done it without you. You were the one who had been cheering me on from the sidelines all this time. You've been there for me when no one else was." he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "You've been my lucky charm all these years and I want to show you how much you mean to me."

The way he was looking at you made your chest heave with a mixture of emotions. You were both under the influence, and you knew this was not the best time to make decisions, but you couldn't resist him. You leaned in and attached your lips together again, only this time with more passion, more desire. You could feel his hands running through your hair as he kissed you back, his tongue playing with yours, his body pressing against yours.

He pulled away, looking at you with a hunger you had never seen before. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

You nodded, unable to say anything. His lips crashed onto yours, hungrily claiming your mouth as his own. Your body responded to his touch, your hands roaming over his chest and tangling in his hair. He lifted you up, your legs locking around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom.

He laid you down gently on the mattress, his eyes never leaving yours. Climbing on top of you, his lips trailed kisses down your neck and collarbone. You moaned softly, your hands gripping tightly onto his muscular back. He pulled his lips away from you, looking into your eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

You nodded, reaching up and pulling him back down. He gently kissed you again and you responded in kind, but he pulled away again.

"I'll stop if you tell me to." he whispered. "I don't want to do this unless you want to." 

"I want to." you murmured. The alcohol may have distorted your judgment, but it surely helped your courage.

"Are you sure?" he asked a third time. You laughed softly, trying to push him off. He had you pinned to the mattress, still pressing you down.

"Yes, I'm sure." you said, no longer laughing.

That was all he needed to hear. He kissed you hard, his fingers lightly tracing over the fabric of your dress. He ran his hands underneath, gently resting them on your ribs, and pulled your dress upwards. You lifted your hands above your head, freeing him of the task of removing your dress as you squiggled out of it and freed yourself from the restriction that was your dress.

He kissed you again, letting his hands run over your bare skin. His lips kissed down your throat and chest, his hands undoing your bra. He pulled it away and tossed it aside, taking in the sight of you.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he said. You blushed, and he smiled. His lips traveled down your leg, gently caressing the outside of your thigh. "But I'm a little jealous, you know?" his lips traveled back up, his tongue tracing over the slope of your breast and hands kneading them softly. "You got to taste me, and I..."

He kissed his way down your body, his hands going over every inch of exposed skin, reminding you how skillfully he handled you that very first time. He reached your inner thigh and slid his hand underneath your underwear. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his fingers brush against you before a long finger slid inside you. You moaned loudly, spreading your legs apart for him. He smiled against your neck, his teeth taking in your skin, his tongue leaving a trail of fire behind.

His finger slowly moved inside you, circling you before sliding in and out. His hand pulled your underwear down, you kicking them off to the side. His mouth moved down your figure, hovering over your breasts. He teased you for a moment, blowing against your nipples before drawing the tip of his tongue over one. He did the same with the other, his fingers never ceasing to move. His kisses continued further down, over your stomach until they reached your mound.

"Can I?" he asked, peeking at you.

"Please..." you tried to hide the shake in your voice.

His tongue slid between your lips, gently licking you. You could feel his breath, hot and heavy against your sensitive skin. He teased you, his tongue circling your clit before sliding inside you. His tongue flicked over your clit, his hands holding your thighs apart. You spread your legs even wider, your body arching up to him. He leaned in, gently sucking on your clit and you moaned loudly, his tongue moving faster. You cried out in pleasure, your hips bucking against his face.

You were nearing your end, your moans growing louder with every movement of his tongue. You could feel his lips smile against your skin, enjoying the sounds you were making. You cried out, your body tensing as you came, shaking against him. He pulled away, slowly kissing his way up to the top again. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips, not hurrying you up as you sucked in his bottom lip, squeezing out your own juices.

"Taking that trophy is the second best thing that has ever happened to me." he whispered. He kissed you again, this time with more passion, your hands reaching for the buttons of his shirt. "The first, of course, being you. You're my greatest reward." he continued as you trailed kisses down his neck, removing the shirt off his shoulders.

"Stop talking, George."

"Sorry," he whispered as he closed his eyes, surrendering above you.

You kissed his chest, your nails raking up and down his sides, feeling his muscles tense. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and could sense the urgency in his touch. His hardness pressed against you, begging to be liberated. You pulled away from him, reaching for his belt buckle and his eyes shot open, hands reaching for yours.

"Are you sure?" he asked again. He knew if you go any further there would be no going back and some irreversible things would be done.

"Are you sure?" you asked back, smiling mischievously. "I thought this is what you wanted." your nail dangerously circled around his lower abdomen, causing his breath to hitch with every word he spoke.

"I-I do. I'm just making sure you're not doing it just because I want it." you could tell he was really struggling to hold himself back.

"I think we've already established that..." you whispered against his lips and prompted your body more to his.

"Okay," his hand moved away from yours, and you undid his belt.

His pants fell around his feet and he kicked them off. His boxers were the last thing left, and you reached for them, slowly pulling them down. His hand held the back of your head as he kissed you, his tongue twirling around yours. You moved to pull away but he held on tighter.

His boxers hit the floor and you looked up at him, his hands resting on your frame. Gently taking your hand, he placed it on his dick. You gasped, feeling it grow even more underneath your touch. He pulled away, his lips planting kisses down your neck as his hand guided yours up and down his length. You felt him shiver as you grazed the tip with your nails, his breath hitching. He removed his hand, and your eyes shot open when you felt his tip brush against your entrance.

He teased you, running it up and down your slit. You threw your head back in pleasure, your back arching against him. The more he prolonged what you needed the most, the more your neediness grew. You tried to guide him inside you but he resisted, placing a finger on your lips instead. He dragged it over them before he made you suck on it, his eyes never leaving your face as he blew a stream of air out. Your eyes widened when you felt his head brush against you again, making you gasp audibly, his name falling from your lips.

"Please," you remembered what he told you the first time he had you in his arms like this. "Please, please, please, please, please, please, please..." you chanted over and over again.

"Fuck," he hissed under his breath. Hearing you beg for him made his head spin again. It was like you'd put him under a spell every time you'd utter that word and he'd not be able to deny you anything. Not that he ever wanted.

He slowly pushed inside of you, stopping at every inch to wait for you to adjust. "Are you okay?" he whispered.

You nodded, your breath hitching as he began to move again. He kissed you, your nails digging into his back as he stretched you more. He was so gentle, it was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. This was not the normal rough, lustful sex. This was the man who loved the sight of you, the sounds of your pleasure. This was the man who wanted to make love to you, to show you what true pleasure was.

Your fingers sank into his back again, and he responded by thrusting into you harder, your moans getting louder. His lips traveled down your chest, his tongue flicking a nipple as he pushed into you again.

"Oh, god." you moaned, George's name falling from your mouth repeatedly. Your hands dug into the sheets as his thrusts grew harder, deeper.

"You feel so good... so damn good," he kissed your skin. "Making me feel like I don't ever want to take anybody else again."

"Don't stop, please, whatever it is that you're doing, please, just don't stop." you cried, twining your legs around him to press him deeper.

He moaned in pleasure when you did, his hands tightening their grip around you. His breathing grew heavier and faster, your bodies reacting to each other. He was so close, and he could feel you held right on the edge.

You cried out his name, your form shuddering under him. He had no intention of stopping, and he continued his movements as you kept shaking, your voice loud enough to wake up the whole apartment complex.

"You, George, only you…" you whispered into his ear as you were coming down.

You felt his whole build shake, his cock pulsing inside of you, but it wasn't enough. You wanted to hear him as he climaxed. You wanted to hear the sounds he made, the sweetest song in the world.

"George… George…" you panted, your breathing coming out in jagged breaths.

He cursed, as his body trembled with pleasure. His hands tightened around you, pulling you closer as he came. You buried your face in his neck, your fingers playing with his hair. He kissed you, holding you close to him. He wanted to stay inside you forever, to feel the sight of your face as he pleased you. You did that to him. You were the one making him see another reality where only he and you existed.

But he pulled away, your eyes searching for his as you slowly came back to reality. He kissed you again, his lips landing on yours.

"That was amazing… you were amazing…" he whispered, stroking your face gently.

"So were you." you said back, playing with the bangs that fell over his forehead.

He rested his head on your chest, finding a comfortable spot, your hands moving into his hair.

"Are you going to stay?" you whispered, uncertain.

"Only if you want me to."

"Always."

He hugged you tightly and rolled over so that you were now on top of him. His fingers softly ran along your back as your body let go and fully relaxed. The peaceful sound of your heartbeats and his breath seemed to take over the room. You drew near to him, feeling the up and down movements of his chest gently rock you to sleep, matters of your friendship left for tomorrow's morning news.

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[welcometomyoasis]

Beach house holiday with seventeen

Synopsis: How seventeen would spend their holiday at a beach house with you, their s/o.  Svt x gn! reader | fluff, est. relationship | 1.1k words | warnings: one mention of heat exhaustion, water, food, slightly suggestive, slight possessive behaviour | requested by anon A/n: i’m actually really stressed rn. Yes, this is me projecting especially on the 95 line

Preamble: After months of busy work schedules, you and your boyfriend agree to take a vacation together. To your surprise, your boyfriend insists on planning the vacation. When you arrive at your destination, you see that he has booked you both a holiday at a…

𓇼𖦹 Beach house located within an all inclusive luxury resort 

Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Joshua, Mingyu

⛱ He wants to spoil you rotten. You’ve been such a supportive partner during all these months when he’s been working. No matter how tired you are, you always put his needs first. So, you better believe he’s whipping out all the stops for your vacation this time. 

⛱ Luxury flights, luxury room (actually no, he booked you both a private villa with your own private pool), luxury clothes, luxury couples spa treatments, fancy dates at famous restaurants. He’s going to whisk you around to make sure you feel all pampered and loved. Although you have your own private butler service, he will personally wait on you hand and foot. Sure, it’s his vacation too, but he takes great pride and pleasure in being able to repay you for all you’ve done for him. Besides, he knows you’ll make sure he feels just as relaxed as you are. 

⛱ Obviously, you do enjoy what the resort has to offer like the all-inclusive water sport activities, cocktail hour at the lounge. But for a good portion of the time you’re there, you both spend the time in the room relaxing. That’s why there is a private pool. No, it’s definitely not because he’s possessive and doesn’t want other people to admire you at the shared pool or the beach. Kisses while having a bubble bath in the tub big enough for two, picnics with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries on the deck overlooking the gorgeous view of the ocean. Cuddles in that little hammock tucked near the trees. Sunbathing on the beach right outside your room. Room service at all hours of the day where you can eat in the privacy of your room wearing only your bathrobes. You’re both going to savour each and every moment spent together.

⛱ He promises to take you somewhere even more extravagant for your honeymoon. Wait, what do you mean that all this is too expensive and too much? Nonsense, he’s waving away your worries with his hand. It’s all paid for and it’s not like he can’t afford it. Let him spoil you and don’t worry your pretty little head over these trivial matters. 

𓇼𖦹 Secluded beach house with its own private beach

Wonwoo, Woozi, Minghao, Vernon

⛱ It’s a vacation. You’re supposed to be able to get away from the hustle and bustle of daily life. You’re not necessarily going completely unplugged (please only Minghao would survive that), but it’s his way of getting you both to disconnect from the rat race, and his way of helping you both to reconnect with each other. 

⛱ Honestly, it took him a while to find this beach house, though once he did, he knew it would be the perfect place to take you. It was secluded enough that no one else would disturb you. The house was equipped with great facilities. There was a kitchen, a large bedroom for breakfast in bed. That then connected to the bathroom with an outdoor shower and bathtub/ jacuzzi area. There was a big lounging area where you could waste the day away cuddling and watching movies. The view was spectacular. During your vacation, you would wake up snuggled against your boyfriend to the sound of the waves and the view of the sun peaking out from the horizon. Interestingly, morning soaks in the outdoor bath turned into lazy beach days filled with all the kisses and cuddles you could possibly want. The plans for hiking during the day or exploring the area around the house were all soon forgotten. 

⛱ And the best part of all? It was a private beach. You wouldn’t need to share or fight for the space. No rowdy tourists, no one screaming, no stray beach balls. It was just the two of you. Also, because it was just the two of you, you could admire each other and soak in each other’s presence without being disturbed. Every single little gaze, each touch, each flattering comment, it was like you were rekindling the spark that you had from the early days of your relationship (not that it ever went out to begin with). By the end of the holiday, let’s just say you both were thoroughly tuckered out, very happy, very relaxed and very giddy from spending a lot of time with each other.

𓇼𖦹 Beach house located not too far from the city and the beach

Junhui, Soonyoung, Dokyeom, Seungkwan, Dino

⛱ To him, a beach house holiday is always fun. There’s so much to do at the beach like frolicking in the sand, building sand castles, making sand angels (?), playing volley ball, having a picnic, skinny dipping, letting the water rush over your feet as you squeal and run away because it’s way too cold. The list could go on. 

⛱ But the thing is, there can be a thing as too much beach. So he’s being practical. He plans a holiday where you both will have plenty of options in terms of activities that you can do. The beach house is in a practical location. It’s not too big and not too luxurious since he knows you’ll be spending a lot of time outside. The view is great though. Not too near the beach where you’ll have to suffer through the glare of the sun. And it’s not so far that you can’t admire the glistening ocean waves. The house is near enough to the city as well so that you can go into town whenever you want for shopping, cafe hopping, groceries etc. Afterall, it’s a new town you’ve never explored together before. 

⛱ In other words, the whole week to him is one big extended date. From the time you wake up to the time you go to bed and even then, you’re stuck to each other. Your hand is always in his, your arms are always around each other. You’ll probably spend the week making up for all the time and dates that you’ve had to forgo because of the demands of your jobs. Months worth of couples activities will be cramped into this time. It’s busy and it’s rushed and it’s exhausting (you might not sleep much either in favour of star gazing from the balcony of your beach house), but every single moment you’re able to spend with him is worth it. 

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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔' 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆 ⸻ Chapter One

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𝒑𝙖𝒊𝙧𝒊𝙣𝒈 | francis mosses x reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 1.5k

Warnings: none

A/N: I promise it'll get more exciting later lol

The elevator dinged, and your heart raced. It was dark out, and so the lobby was dimmed — that blue hue that came right before the sun’s rising. After peeking a small look to the side, you quickly went back to the newspaper you were reading, as if you hadn’t noticed the sound at all. Though you didn’t need to hear or see to know who it was. No one else in Sama Place got up this early, except perhaps for you. It was you and Francis Mosses, every day alone at five in the morning. Perfect, wasn’t it?

“Mornin’,” he said, tipping his hat slightly. It was white, with the words “MILKMAN” etched onto the front. If anything, that added detail made him look even more handsome — uniformed, well-put-together, with just a hint of authority. Everything you liked. 

“Good morning, Francis,” you greeted, resting your elbows on the desk in front of you. Placing the newspaper aside, you focused your attention on him, but when he approached you, he took it between his fingers and flipped to the page you were at. 

“Crossword? It’s a bit early for that,” he mused, eyeing all the columns and rows you filled in. It was a hard one, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Besides, what else were you supposed to do, stare at the wall waiting to say ‘hi’ to the next person who came by?

“I like puzzles, they get me thinking . . . you know, you should do something like this, too.” Francis furrowed his eyebrows, just slightly. “Not puzzles, necessarily. But a hobby.”

It just occurred to you at this very moment that he probably did have a hobby, but as someone who was just a doorwoman, you weren't privy to that information.

“I’m sure you do,” you added with a chuckle. “It’s only that I never see you doing anything but work. You’re so tired all the time. How much effort does being a milkman really require?”

He bit his lower lip. “More than you think. I used to get up at one.”

The idea that whatever company he was working for forced him to do this made you upset. Francis deserved nothing but freedom and long vacations and waking up to brunch, not whatever coffee he drank in the morning to get himself going. 

“One?” you repeated, absolutely stunned. “Well, I’m glad you managed to change your shift. Most bosses I know aren’t flexible with that sort of stuff.”

“I was actually doing fine with my original hours. I just changed them because . . .”

“Because what?”

He thought for a moment, his cheeks dusted pink. “Wanted to enjoy the world a little. Can’t very well do that if you have to sleep at seven in the afternoon.” He paused. “I have to go, I’ll see you later tonight, ma’am.”

“Alright. Have a nice day, sir.”

You watched as he left, a longing gaze. In your mind, you imagined spending time with him, whether it be to see a movie or just walk around the city. You found that highly unlikely, though. Mostly because you could never bring yourself to ask him, and never thought he would ever ask you. 

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“Really?” you said, a little disappointed. “I’d hate to see you go.”

Dr. William Afton shrugged, a grin across his lips. “I mean, it’s quite the modern idea, don’t you think? I think there ought to be more family restaurants out there. And with my engineering background, I think I’m just the right man to create something fun for children.”

“Your idea sounds like a science fiction novel,” you admitted, “but I like it. What does Mia think?”

“Oh, I had to convince her a little, but in the end, she’ll do as I say. Besides, we’re not moving very far. Just closer to the suburbs.”

You nodded. “I’ll miss you. Make sure to stop by again when you can.”

He agreed and went on his way to finish moving the rest of his belongings to his car. It was silly to want him to stay, but that was how it felt here. Everyone knew everyone, it was like a family. You’d made more friends here than you ever did before. Change wasn’t something you enjoyed.

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The day had passed by quickly. You took your lunch break and then went straight back to work. You made a few calls to make sure things were in order. If anything was wrong with the plumbing or if the wallpaper had chipped — things like that — it was your responsibility to fix it. Taking calls for potential renters, being in general a polite and pleasant person, it all came with your job. 

It was unusual for a woman to hold this kind of position. Women barely worked at all. Most were housewives or teachers or secretaries. The fact that you even got this job at all was a miracle. And the fact that the people in this building were so pleasant was a blessing.

After your father died you thought everything was over. He left you a house, a small, one-story building with a nice lawn and a small backyard. It was closed off from the rest of the street, the way he liked it. Away from others, with his own peace. You supposed that trait passed down to you. Other than a simple conversation, you preferred to be by yourself rather than out with a large group of friends, partying at risqué clubs. Besides, even if you liked that kind of stuff, your father would never have approved. 

You were dependent on him, right till the very end. Though you graduated from college, you didn’t know how to get a loan from a bank, drive a car, or even do your taxes. The easiest thing to do was to find a husband, but it was just so difficult. When you saw that sign outside of Sama saying ‘HIRING NOW’ you knew that was where you had to go. A new start. New opportunity. For the first time, you could make your own money, support yourself, and live the life you want.

You sighed, thinking about everything as you leaned back in your chair. The weather was hot today, so you set the fan beside your desk on. It was blowing through your hair, the coolness brushing against your skin with relief. It made your skirt rumple at the ends, but whenever it did that you just straightened it out, pulling it over your knees once more. 

“Hey,” a voice said behind you. 

Startled, you sat up straight, only to realize it was just Anastacha, the girl from the second floor. She lived with her mom, who was a cook at a restaurant, but apparently trying to make it as a chef. She had pigtails in her hair like always and was wearing a simple plaid dress. 

“You scared me,” you said, tone both playful and scolding. “Don’t do that again.”

“Sorry,” she apologized, but she didn’t seem very sorry. “I need help with my homework. Mom says you had a good education, and that if I ever needed help I could just come to you.”

You smiled warmly. “Sure. Pull up that chair over there, and I’ll see what I can do.”

You looked through the folder. It was just basic algebra, nothing too difficult. You remembered doing this in middle school. For the next ten minutes, you both read through each problem and solved it together. She had a lot of questions — annoying ones — but it was fine. She was just a kid, and you were happy to help.

Just as you were explaining the last part to her, the front door opened. 

It was Francis. 

Distracted, you glanced up and down his body. Was it odd that you found him the most beautiful man ever? His long, Roman nose, and his smooth, pale skin. The way the veins in his hands flexed every time he moved them, the light blue dress shirt that hugged his slim, muscled arms, and that dark, tousled hair, widow’s peak dipped in the middle of his forehead.

He passed by you with a short nod. It almost hurt that he didn’t bother to stay longer, but you could see the bags under his eyes and his sluggish movements. He was tired. And to be fair, so were you.

When the elevator door closed, Anastacha exclaimed, “Oh, he likes you!”

“Shh!” You didn’t need people hearing that. “He does not. Do you want to finish this or not?”

“He does,” she insisted with a giggle. “You saw the way he looked at you?”

“You can’t determine things based on a single look.”

“Yes, I can. Mr. Mosses is nice, but he kind of just ignores everyone. He doesn’t do that with you.”

The thought that Francis may like you was an intoxicating one. He was just a man, one that you never exchanged many words with, yet he managed to make you feel all sorts of ways. Was it possible that Anastacha was right? That he really did like you?

“I bet you like him, too.”

You glared at her. You did not need Anastacha spreading rumors about how you were in love with the milkman, however true that may be.

“No, I don’t. Focus.” You pointed the pencil back at her homework. “Now, in order to find x, you have to subtract . . . . . .”

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STEPDAD!WILLIAM AFTON X READER “CINEMA” - MATURE/DRABBLE [ 2 ]

FNAF | William Afton (stepdad!) x (f) Reader | MATURE Warnings: Family Gathering, Secret Touching. AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader Universe

The cinema was dark, the action movie exploding on the screen in front of you. You were on a movie night out with your ‘new’ family. Your heart pounded in your chest as you sat sandwiched between your mother and stepfather, William Afton. Vanessa, your stepsister, sat on William's other side, engrossed in the movie. She still lived with her mom, so you didn’t see her as often.

As the protagonist dodged gunfire on the screen, you suddenly felt a hand on your thigh. You froze, eyes darting to the side to see William's fingers resting just above your knee. He didn't look at you, his attention wholly on the movie. The tension in your body skyrocketed, every muscle tightening as his fingers pressed gently into your skin.

"Can you believe this scene?" he murmured, a smile playing on his lips. Your mother nodded, her eyes fixed on the screen. It was like he wasn't even touching you.

But he was. You felt it.

His hand crept higher, inch by agonizing inch. You bit your lip, fighting the urge to jerk away from him. What if your mother noticed? What if Vanessa saw? You couldn't risk it, so you remained still, a deer caught in headlights.

"Such an incredible stunt," your mother agreed, completely oblivious to your situation. You tried to focus on the movie, tried to ignore the way William's fingers traced patterns on your inner thigh, but it was impossible. Why had you decided to wear a skirt today? Of all times?

Oh, you knew why. You had wanted to impress potential boyfriends. Heading out, even with your family, meant a chance to flaunt yourself. And as a lonely teenager with hormones raging through you, on the crisp of tipping your twenties, you had thought that dressing up like this was the best of ideas. Now you cursed your choice of wear. Because it meant that he could touch you as easily as this. Your breath hitched, and you prayed no one could hear it over the sound of explosions and gunshots.

"Are you okay?" Vanessa asked, leaning past William. Her concern only made things worse, guilt twisting your stomach into knots, but you managed a weak smile.

"Y-yeah, just a little jumpy from the movie," you whispered back. She nodded and returned her attention to the screen.

As the action movie played on, your heart raced for entirely different reasons. William's hand rested on your thigh like a coiled snake, waiting to strike. The feel of his skin against yours made you shudder, but you couldn't escape it. Your mother sat beside you, blissfully unaware. Vanessa's attention was focused on the movie as well. You were trapped.

William's hand moved higher, brushing the hem of your skirt. You held your breath, praying for the movie to end, for some kind of miracle to save you.

"Hey," Vanessa said suddenly, leaning over her father to address you. "Do you want some popcorn or something?"

William's hand retreated at once, like a guilty child caught in the act. You exhaled, grateful for the reprieve. "Oh, right," you whispered, your voice a little shaky. "I’ll have the usual."

"Oh, could you get me a soda?” your mother asked, and Vanessa nodded.

“I could come along,” you offered, stirring to get up. Beside you, William tensed, as if he hadn’t anticipated your action. For a moment, you thought you could escape your stepfather’s advances. Bonding with your stepsister seemed like a much better alternative than staying here and being subjected to this – and all the temptation it brought along with it.

But Vanessa cut your luck down, shaking her head as she moved away. “No, I have this,” she said, smiling kindly. “You just keep enjoying the movie, sis,” and your heart plummeted in your chest.

She was gone before you could get up to follow, and as soon as she left to fetch the snacks, William's hand returned to your thigh, creeping beneath your skirt with a newfound boldness.

"Amazing stunt work in this film, don’t you agree?" he commented casually, striking up a conversation with your mother while his fingers brushed against the delicate fabric of your panties. You clenched your thighs together in a futile attempt to stop him, but it only seemed to spur him on.

"Truly incredible," your mother agreed, completely engrossed in the on-screen action. Her obliviousness drove a spike of fear through your chest.

You tried to focus on the explosions and fight scenes, but every stroke of his fingers against your panties sent electric jolts through your body. He was relentless, smirking as you squirmed in your seat. Your breath hitched, and you prayed no one could hear you over the cacophony of sound from the movie.

"Is everything okay, dear?" your mother asked, finally taking notice of your discomfort.

"Y-yeah," you lied, desperate to keep your secret. "I think I need to, you know… visit the er…”

She nodded in understanding, finally allowing you a chance to get up. William’s hand slipped from between your legs just in time for your mom to notice. You caught sight of the way he wiped his fingers past his pants, not in a way that showed disgust but rather like he wanted to keep it as a treasure.

Startled by the action, you stared down at him. Vanessa returned just in time, her hands full of popcorn and soda. You excused yourself and rushed past them, taking your time in the bathroom and splashing your face with cold water before you returned. As the seat next to Vanessa was empty, you decided to sit next to her, avoiding direct contact with your stepdad.

As the movie continued, your mind raced with a thousand questions. It had become obvious that your stepdad was becoming bold, making moves on you while your mother was there. You realized you were lucky. How much further would he have gone if you hadn't changed seats? That thought sent a whole new shiver down your spine. Because...how much further would he take things?

During the remainder of the movie, you felt his intense eyes upon you. His pleasant conversation with your mom had ceased. And you smiled as you enjoyed your snack.

Let him gawk and be pissed, you thought. You wouldn’t be an easy lay. The old man would have to try harder if he wanted to get his hands on you again. ~

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The Eddie Munson Guide to Dating an Oblivious Jock Part 4

I actually got it up today, holy crap. Today has been so wild I wasn’t sure it was going to happen. Also thank you to @chaoticlovingdreamer and @yellowdevilkitten about the cramps. I am feeling better now.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Part Seven: Hand holding

Once you’ve established that he likes you back, the first step is hand holding. You aren’t necessarily dating at this point. Though you could be. For same sex couples this will have to be discreet and sneaky, but for straight couples this can be used as a way to declare your couple status.

“I hate that you can’t hold hands with Steve in public,” Max said. “It’s stupid.”

Eddie cocked his head ruefully. “It is what it is. Some day it won’t be like this, but for now, we do what we can.”

“Still stupid.”

It was movie night sleepover. It was something that all of them did once in a while. And by them it meant all of them. All thirteen of them. Steve’s basement was perfect for it. They could all stretch out and still have tons of space. Not that they did that. They tended to puppy pile in smaller groups.

El, Max, Erica, and Lucas was one pile. Jonathan, Argyle, and Nancy were another. Mike, Dustin, and Will were another. Which left Eddie, Robin, and Steve as the remaining pile.

But that was a problem for future Eddie. Current Eddie was content on the sofa with Steve sitting next to him, their bodies pressed together in a seem from shoulder to knee.

Robin was on the other side of Steve curled up under his arm and Eddie was fine with sharing at the moment.

The hardest part of the night was deciding on a movie they all wanted to watch. There was always someone that didn’t want to watch whatever it was they decided on. So Eddie and Steve came up with the idea of ranked voting. They would grab five movies and everyone would list them in the order they wanted to watch them in and whichever one got the most votes at number one was the one they watched first.

Tonight they were watching The Dark Crystal. When the beetles came on, chittering above the Skekis Robin flinched and buried her head into his shoulder.

“I thought this was a kids’ show!” she whined to Steve.

“Come on,” Dustin said. “They aren’t that scary. They’re just giant bugs.”

Eddie kicked him in the thigh. “Everybody has different things they’re scared of, we don’t mock people for that.”

“I wasn’t mocking,” Dustin defended. “I just don’t think they’re scary.”

Fizgig started wailing and Eddie jumped back. “What the fuck! Why does it have so many teeth?!” Then a warm hand took his and he looked down at the joined hands and back up to Steve.

“Wait a damn minute!” Max cried. “You’re telling me that the first time you guys held hands Steve initiated it?”

Eddie grinned. “I was so proud. Though, he thought he was just being a good friend at the time. Remember this is oblivious jockus. Even though it was pretty clear he liked me back, he wasn’t reading the signs that I liked him.”

“But he still reached out to you?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

Steve smiled softly at him and Eddie’s heart just melted. Eddie gave Steve’s hand a squeeze, but instead of letting go like he suspected Steve thought he would do, Eddie held on to it for the rest of the movie.

When the movie ended, Eddie wasn’t the only with sniffles from the sacrifices of Kyra and Fizgig.

“But that won’t work,” Dustin said.

“What won’t work, bud?” Eddie asked as he dried his eyes on his sleeve.

“You can’t rebuild an entire race with just two members,” Dustin complained. “Because otherwise you get inbreeding and trust me when I say that’s gross and not just from moral stand point but a medical one, too.”

Max rolled her eyes. “They aren’t trying to rebuild the species. It’s just a love story.”

Dustin grumbled, “Well, it’s a stupid one.”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance and shook their heads.

Steve dislodged himself from Robin, reluctantly letting go of Eddie’s hand. “All right, gremlins, get your bed stuff and set it up downstairs. You don’t have to go to sleep right away but I want you at least in your sleeping bags.”

There was some grumbling from the younger kids but they all packed up and went downstairs, Jonathan and Nancy going down with them to make sure they didn’t start fighting over spots.

The remaining adults started cleaning up the mess that only thirteen people can make.

Robin got bored about half way through and wandered downstairs to see what was happening there.

Argyle tilted his head. “Does she always do that?”

Eddie and Steve looked at each other and shrugged.

“Not always,” Steve said. “Her mind just goes a million miles an hour and sometimes cleaning fulfills that need and other times not. I guess today was a not.”

Argyle nodded sagely. “Do you think she would benefit from the purple flower?”

By now they were aware that that was a brand of weed Argyle had brought over from California.

“She doesn’t like smoking,” Eddie said with a grimace.

Argyle lit up. “Brownies, bro! I bet she’d love my brownies.”

Steve chuckled. “You are more than welcome to ask. Just know she might still say no.”

Argyle smiled his dopey smile. “Never offended by that.”

They finished cleaning and went back downstairs to find that the usual piles were divided differently.

El, Max, and Nancy were doing each other’s nails. While Argyle, Robin and Jonathan were discussing weed in a corner. Mike and Will were snuggled up together as were Erica, Lucas, and Dustin.

“You know I always wondered about that night,” Eddie said. “Why you and Lucas weren’t snuggled up like you usually were.”

Max scoffed and rolled her eyes. “It’s the whole reason for this little guide I’m forcing myself to sit through.”

“What happened?”

She put her head in her hands. “I thought we were on again and he did not.”

“He is an oblivious jock, though right?” Eddie grimaced.

“Yeah, but I didn’t realize how much until that night,” Max said with a small whine of frustration. “He said that it was great how we had remained friends after Vecna and then asked me if I was dating anyone at the time.”

Eddie rubbed his eye. “Are you serious?”

“As Vecna.”

“Ouch.”

“Looks like it’s just you and me, big boy,” Eddie said looking around the room at all the different groups. When Steve didn’t reply, he backtracked, “Unless you want to hang out with Robin and the stoner boys?”

Steve’s head snapped up. “No, no. She looks like she’s having fun. I’d be happy to be your puppy partner.”

Eddie groaned. “Can you not say it like that?”

“Snuggle buddy?” Steve suggested. “Snug bugs? Puddle pals?”

Eddie shoved him playfully. “Knock it off, man.”

“Oh,” Steve said with a wicked gleam. “I see how it is. Maybe I will join one of the other piles. You think Mike will mind if I join him and Will?”

Eddie laughed. “Only if you want to be murdered in your sleep.”

Steve winked. “So I guess that means you’re stuck with me.”

Eddie bit his lip nervously. “I have an idea!” He walked over to the girls.

“Hello, ladies,” he greeted warmly. “May I inquire if you have any black polish among your bounteous plethora of polishes?”

El lit up. “Yes, I have three kinds in fact.” She went digging for them. “I have glitter midnight, death becomes her, and blackest black.”

She held them up for him to see. He looked at each one carefully and chose blackest black.

“Now, my fairest maiden,” Eddie said. “I need a blue for Stevie.”

Steve, Nancy and Max all stared at him in shock.

“You’re going to paint Steve’s nails?” Max asked.

Eddie nodded. “And he’s going to paint mine.”

El giggled. “That’s sooo cute. I have just the color.” She opened a small drawer in her kit and pulled out a sparkling dark blue.

Eddie kissed her forehead. “It’s perfect Supergirl.”

El blushed. “You’re welcome. Have fun.”

Eddie sat down cross-legged from Steve and set the two bottles down between them.

“Can’t have a sleepover without painting your nails and talking about boys,” Eddie said, grinning from ear to ear.

Steve laughed. “All right, Eds. You got me there.”

“I thought I would paint yours first, so you can watch me do it,” Eddie said. “And then you can do mine.”

Steve nodded and let Eddie take his right hand.

“Judd Nelson or Rob Lowe?” Eddie asked, delicately painting the thumb nail first.

“Ooh,” Steve said. “Going straight for the bad boys. Robert Downey Jr.”

Eddie looked up at him and tsked. “Wasn’t an option, but interesting.”

Steve laughed and Eddie swatted him. “Stop moving.”

“Sorry,” Steve said, but he was grinning unrepentantly.

“And people say I’m a menace,” he mumbled under his breath.

Steve leaned in close. “Oh, you absolutely are. But I’ll let you in on a secret. So am I.”

Eddie blushed.

They continued to banter back and forth about their favorite actors and singers.

“You take that back!” Eddie protested.

Steve tapped the back of his hand. “Don’t move!” Eddie stopped struggling. “And I didn’t say it was a bad thing you look like John Bon Jovi, I was just making an observation.”

“His sound,” Eddie murmured, “I wouldn’t even deign to call it music, is trash Steve. Literal trash.”

Steve laughed. “Well there you go, menace. All done.”

Eddie held his hands up and admired them. “Not bad, Stevie. Not bad at all.”

“Not as good as yours,” Steve said softly, ducking his head.

“True, but since this was your first time, you did one hell of a job.”

El came over. “Can I see?”

Steve handed her back her bottles of nail polish and then showed her his hands.

“Eddie did a wonderful job,” she said with a gentle smile. “It makes your hands very pretty.”

“Thanks, El,” he said kissing her cheek.

Eddie showed her his and she nodded. “A couple of mistakes but an easy fix.” She went back over to her kaboodle and got out another bottle and a Q-tip. She scooted back over to Steve and Eddie.

“Here’s what you can do when you accidentally paint outside the nail,” El said and dipped the Q-tip into the bottle.

It smelled horrible. She picked up Eddie’s hand gingerly brushed the sides of the nail where Steve had missed and then it was gone, looking for all the world like Steve hadn’t fucked it up.

Steve picked up the bottle and read the label. “Polish remover?”

El nodded. “It’s great for touch ups or when you want a new color.”

“You’re the best El,” Eddie said with a dimpled grin.

She smiled shyly and went back to Max and Nancy.

And if that night found Eddie and Steve holding hands in their sleep, no one noticed. Or at least cared enough to mention it.

“You smooth mother fucker!” Max said. “It was all an excuse to get Steve to hold your hand for long periods of time!”

Eddie laughed. “It worked, didn’t it?!”

“There is no way Lucas is going to let me paint his nails to hold hands,” she said bitterly.

He shrugged. “So bake bread or make cookies. Something that requires your hands. Like I keep saying, your jock is going to be different, but you find things that work for you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered darkly. “What happens once he gets use to hand holding?”

Part 5 Part 6

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Why I think that killing off Adam was the biggest mistake Viv could make

TW: ranting and spoilers

This entire blog is just gonna be me going on a rant about my opinion on why I think Adam shouldn't of been killed off and why he shouldn't be killed off so early and shit , not only did I not see it as unnecessary for the plot, but there's so much Vivienne could of done for his character other than just throwing the whole character away in just one season , I'll be listing things for what they could of done for Adam's character

1. Plotholes

I'm just gonna say it right here and right now, Adam was killed off waaay too early and not only would we be left with many many plot holes like, where is both of his sons (Caine and Abel), the potential they could of used for his character, and ect.

2. Character potential

^^this fucking scene^^ , because the thought of when Adam first pulling up and being like "Hello, Adam here!!" Is just so fucking funny to me (just less plagiarized, and more unique)

and maybe his arrival leads to his words "Hell is forever" ,his own song gets used against him sense not only did he have the audacity to go to the hotel to get back into heaven but he has said it himself, how redemption isn't possible

But references aside ,Adam can have some potential for his character, like maybe he not only comes to the hotel not only for the intention of going back to Heaven because he hates being down in hell but also for the intention of plotting some revenge for what the hotel residents all did to him

,but the longer he stays there the less and less he tries to plot his revenge , the more and more he realized how flawed heaven and heaven's people are most of the time, and ect.

And ect. and he's so indenial of it at first and doesn't want to believe it but no matter how much he tries there's no denying it , deep down he knows it's true but he doesn't want to believe it

3. Character potential (again)

Like maybe Adam has become fallen in the first place because not only did him sinning in Heaven eventually catch up to him, but maybe also because after finding out the exterminations were unnecessary after Sir Pentious entered the heavens gates, it was finally time for Adam to take his fall

They can also actually start touching on Adam's trauma and how it affects him, his trauma being : being forced into a relationship the moment he was created (Lilith and Eve) , having to be the father and/or decendant of all of the human race , having been kicked out of the garden after Lucifer has second handedly invented evil into the world , and said evil causing his son to kill his other son(which is his and God's fault also)

Like maybe sense Vivziepop is putting a slight different spin to things to Hazbin hotel, she doesn't really having to follow the entire list (sense it's her show) , she can still do something with some of it and still find a way to bring it up and with that it could be the reason behind how he behaves , his personality as a whole, and why he wears that narcissistic mask (while it doesn't necessarily excuse his actions)

4. Character design

If Adam was to somehow end up coming back as a fallen angel, as a sinner. Viv can find a way to go crazy with his fallen design, like any other cartoonist in this world, I know that those cartoonist has seen fanart and fan creations of their shows, movies, and characters

I've seen my fair share of seeing really really good fallen designs for Adam and I'm fucking here for it , they're all so good

,it just needs to happen

5. Character development & redemption arc

Like mentioned in Character potential 2 , Adam can have some potential for his character, like maybe he not only comes to the hotel not only for the intention of going back to Heaven because he hates being down in hell but also for the intention of plotting some revenge for what the hotel residents all did to him

but the longer he stays there the less and less he tries to plot his revenge , the more and more he realized how flawed heaven and heaven's people are most of the time, and ect.

And ect. and he's so indenial of it at first and doesn't want to believe it but no matter how much he tries there's no denying it , deep down he knows it's true but he doesn't want to believe it . Like maybe Adam just still acts the same but without him realizing it or acknowledging it he's just becoming a better person and maybe even comedically he just thinks that the misfits gave him a disease /illness when that's not the case

Maybe in the next seasons he could even become a better father to his sons, Caine and Abel but similar to Lucifer, let them do their own thing sense those two are basically adults now and hey, Adam could be more like a cool dad

I feel like Adam has more cool dad energy

6. The relationships he'll end up making

Just imagine the relationships Adam slowly but gradually builds during his redemption arc, like maybe him and Charlie ending having like an fun uncle and niece kind of relationship or something, maybe slowly but gradually he becomes like another friend of Angel Dust's, and ect.

As he processes through his redemption arc he can end up making friends and building relationships down in hell , possibly in the near future Charlie, Vaggie, Angeldust, Alastor, Cherri bomb, Husk, Nifty, Razzle, and Lucifer doesn't fight against him but with him if another threat were to come

7. There could be another antagonists that's worse or maybe even a bigger threat than Adam

Maybe another antagonists could be made that's more of a mystery and even a bigger threat than Adam , that's just like Adam (or not) but amp up the bad traits he has, maybe this time Adam could be the one helping the others fight and rebel against this guy in his own way

8. Another musical number

Another musical number with them singing badly about heaven in song in the near future but this time with Charlie ,Vaggie, Angeldust, Alastor, Cherri bomb, Husk, Nifty, Razzle, Lucifer, and most of all Adam but the reprise has a metal spin to it and this time Adam joins in and does it with his guitar

9. Another reason she shouldn't of killed off Adam is because she'd be killing off fat /plus size representation

Another reason I feel like Viv shouldn't of killed off Adam is because she'd be killing of fat character representation and I wouldn't want a chubby character like Adam to be killed off

,of course we have Mimzy now but she doesn't count sense she's just one character and only just one character and as much as I love Mimzy I feel like the show needs more than just one or two fat characters

And for the people that think "He isn't chubby" , try again and look at him again , how he sits , lays down (like how he was laying after her got shanked in his arm by Charlie), and ect.

10. I just want some vulnerable moments with Adam

Whether that be Adam bawling his eyes out, having a panic attack, having a mental/emotional breakdown, or ect. I just want to see a vulnerable side of Adam, Adam angst if you will

Okay I'm done ranting, bye <3 <3

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Chapter 8: Anything? Anything...

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @welcometostayingawake

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Chapter Summary:

You and Steven spend a weekend together doing exactly what you'd expect.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu, talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded.

Word Count: 5k

Steven was up before you, face beaming at the memories of your evening together. Once he was done caring for you, afterall he was the one who tore you open, the two of you curled up together on the couch with a bad movie. After you’d fallen asleep on him, he carried you all the way to the bed, somehow managing to keep you asleep, placing you down gently before crawling under the covers next to you.

Wanting to surprise you, he didn’t even know if you liked pancakes, but he was making them anyway. That’s when he felt Marc again, just seconds before seeing his reflection in a pot that hung from a hook above the stove. Marc was glaring at him in the warped silver while Steven continued ignoring his existence.

“You happy now, Steven? You ruined this poor girl’s life. It’s going to be even harder for her to move on when you break up with her.” He said, his Chicago accent becoming more apparent the more aggravated he became.

Steven hummed a nonexistent tune while gathering ingredients for the pancakes, pretending he didn’t hear Marc. He had no intention of ever breaking things off with you. As long as you two kept things quiet, Steven saw no reason to, until you graduated and it went public.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to respond. I know you can hear me.” Steven caught Marc looking back at him in the mirror on the fridge when he went over to grab the almond milk. “At least if you did it before you slept with her it would’ve been less messy. When she wakes up, you need to tell her to leave.”

“Not gonna happen, mate.”

You stirred, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath you. You stretched your arm out and noticed the distinct lack of Steven on your right. He’d fallen asleep with you…where was he now? His voice rang through the apartment,speaking in a hushed but angry tone. You furrowed your brow, wondering who he could be talking to. You’d never heard him sound so upset. You cautiously stood and made your way to the kitchen.

“I’m not going to say it again, it’s my life, you stay out of–”

“Steven?” 

“Love! Hi! G’mornin’!”

He hadn’t heard you walk up, and wondered immediately how long you’d been standing there. What was he going to tell you? He couldn’t tell you about Marc’s condition, he planned never to tell you about it. Steven wasn’t one for lying, but as long as they kept their promise, there was no reason for him to tell you about them.

He was standing there shirtless with a whisk in his hand and you couldn’t keep your eyes off his broad chest. It was only 8:30am and you already felt yourself getting excited. It was like Steven had cast a spell on you, one that made you nearly forget everything you knew every time you saw him. You shook the thoughts from your mind, remembering that you’d just heard him talking to himself in the kitchen.

“Who were you talking to?”

“Oh, erm, that was my…” Steven racked his brain to figure out what to say, “my brother.”

“You have a brother?” You shuffled along the hardwood floor to seat yourself at the kitchen table.

Steven shrugged and nodded a quick mhmm

He walked over and kissed your forehead, placing a hot cup of coffee in front of you. When you sipped it, you were reminded of just how thoughtful he was. He remembered how you liked it from the coffee shop and had clearly tried to replicate it. It wasn’t exact, you were sure Steven was missing an ingredient or two, but it was clear that he made an effort.

“Thank you so much, that was really thoughtful of you.” You said, taking another sip.

“Of course, love.” He went back to the pancakes.

“Didn’t know you had a brother. Are you two arguing?”

“I’ve got two lousy brothers and…we don’t always see eye to eye.” Steven glared at his reflection in the hanging pot while he flipped a pancake. “Don’t really like talking about them love, I’d rather talk about you.” He turned to you, “how are you feeling?”

“Oh, I’m feeling alright, still sore but, heh, I’ll get over it. Um…is it weird that I’m already excited about the next time? Even though it hurts?” Your eyes were trained on your coffee, avoiding Steven’s unnerving gaze.

He couldn’t believe his ears. Excited for the next time? You wanted more? As though you willed it with your mind, he felt a nagging arousal start to threaten the seam of his sweats. Steven was slack jawed when he shook his head in response to your innocent question. You looked back up at him through your lashes. His cheeks were turning a shade of crimson while he stammered over his words.

“N-no love, s’not weird at all. We can…we can go again any time you like.”

“Steven, the pancakes!” You shouted suddenly, noticing smoke billowing up out of the pan.

“Oh bollocks!”

He grabbed the pan and brought it to the sink, running the cold water immediately to stop the smoke from filling the flat. You giggled behind him, and despite ruining breakfast, it was like sweet music to Steven’s ears. He turned to face you with a smile. He always felt like his brain didn’t work quite right with you around. It was like you quite literally forced it to short circuit whenever you came into view.

“I didn’t mean to distract you,” you sipped your cup. “Would it be alright if I used your shower? I don’t want to impose, but I don’t think it's safe to leave yet. That way you can finish the pancakes without my interference.” You chuckled again.

Steven looked outside to see how the storm was faring and saw that you were right, you shouldn’t leave yet. The snow was still coming down, lesser than before, but the roads were probably still impossible to trek through, and he didn’t feel safe to drive.

“‘Course you can. Here, let me get you a towel. Oh! And the hot water is a little finicky, best to  show you how it works.” He walked into the bathroom and you followed.

While he started messing with the tap, you started taking off his shirt that you still had on after bed. Steven got the water running and then turned around to face you. Once again you managed to steal his breath. You pulled the shirt over your head and dropped it on the ground before squeezing your arms around yourself, shivering in the chilly air.

Steven tried…so damn hard to look at you with all the respect he could muster, but your nipples were hard enough to slice through glass. He took a step toward you, mouth hanging open once again, eyes unmoving from your breasts.

“Steven, you’ve got drool running down your-” He swooped in, latching his mouth over your left nipple, sucking it inward. “Oh!” You gasped, feeling his teeth brush over the sensitive flesh.

He traced a hand down your waist, grazing it over your abdomen, before finally tucking under your panties and landing on your still sensitive cunt. He didn’t try for more than a single finger, probing at your entrance gently. You winced, shying away from him with a hiss. His hands retreated to your hips. Steven looked at you, lips slick and glistening, eyes hooded with desire. He broke sight of you for only a second, looking behind himself at the running shower and then back at you.

“Come on, I’ve got a thought that might help,” He held out a hand to you, “come get in the tub.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion but complied anyway. You pulled off our underwear and when you looked back up, Steven was smiling, eyes tracing over your body like a horny teenager while he guided you into the tub. Once you were in, Steven raced to remove his own pants and boxer-briefs, and you didn’t miss the stain of precum that had formed in the crotch. He felt a little foolish, being so eager to be close to you again so soon, but he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since he woke. Not to mention you asking him if it was normal to be craving sex again so soon, how was he supposed to keep himself in check?

You weren’t sure what Steven had planned, but you were a little surprised when he stepped into the shower with you, still bearing that look of arousal over his face. You stepped back, letting him in to stand under the showerhead. He was so hard already, you were staring before you knew you were staring. You still couldn’t believe you’d had something so big inside of you; that you’d been able to withstand that sort of physical pain. Regardless, you were desperate to have it again.

The water ran down over Steven, and he couldn’t stand to just look at you anymore. He cupped the back of your neck and brought you in for a flurry of passionate and sloppy kisses, Steven’s specialty. You moaned into him, feeling the eager press of his erection against your lower abdomen. If there was one thing you could say you loved about Steven, it was how needy he always seemed for you. He was always looking at you with a hungry gaze, always kissing you like his life depended on it.

“Wha-mm–what was your idea?” You asked in between kisses.

“Oh, heh, right…” Steven pulled back from you, and turned to take the showerhead down.

You hadn’t spent much time looking at Steven’s backside, and were impressed to see that in addition to his other beautiful features, his bum didn’t disappoint either. He often hid it underneath ill fitting jeans and jackets that hung down a little too long for you to get a good peek. You watched unashamedly as he turned toward you once again.

“How’s the temperature?” He asked, aiming the hot water over your shoulders.

“It’s good…what did you-oh…”

You were rendered silent as he moved the showerhead down your torso and over your mound. You held onto his biceps for stability while he found your clit, forcing a gasp from your lips. He flicked the knob on the side, changing the setting to a stronger stream. You squeezed his arms tightly.

“S-Stevennnn…” you moaned out the end of his name.

“Is it good? D’you like it?” He asked, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek, “hoping it will help soothe you a little, get you ready f’me again.”

“Y-yeah, yes.” You threw your head back, and of course Steven took that as an invitation to press his lips to the soft skin of your neck.

“Good, that’s good,” he murmured between open mouth kisses to your skin.

You had one hand on his waist now for support, reveling in the way his muscles felt rippling below the surface, and the other was on his arm still. You churned your hips over the stream of water that shot constantly over your clit, grabbing Steven by the cheeks and bringing his face back up to yours.

You were in such a pleasure drunken state that your eyes were only half open. Steven didn’t realize that his were the same, but none of that mattered when he leaned in to steal your sharp breath some more. That’s when you decided that eternity could go by and you’d never get tired of kissing Steven.

“You gonna come for me like this, darling? Like you did last night? You looked so pretty,” he spoke to you breathlessly before diving in for more passionate kisses.

You managed to moan an affirmative.

Somehow, this timid history professor knew his way around a clit and a showerhead. He started moving it around at different angles, teasing your bundle of nerves like he had a sixth sense for where it was located. A small gasp escaped you every time the stream hit a new spot.

“Steven I’m…mmm” You couldn’t even speak, his lips were glued to yours.

In only a few moments, your body gave in to the assault. You were grabbing onto him as though he was your anchor to your body, breathing deeply into every kiss he gave you. He was hungry now, desperate to feel you. He knew you were probably still lost to the euphoria, and thought this was a good time to bury himself inside you.

Steven scrambled to put the showerhead back quickly, and despite the impending pain you knew you were about to endure, you were excited. He turned back around and grabbed both of your asscheeks and lifted you like you weighed nothing, pressing you against the cool tile wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck quickly before you fell over. He lined up his cock with your entrance, but couldn’t get it in easily while holding you up at his angle.

“Please love, please put it in. Please hurry,” He was practically begging, as though you would refuse him.

You held onto his neck with one hand, and used the other to wrap around his cock. Steven shuddered at your touch. You lined the head up with your entrance, you were so slick from your orgasm that it took almost no work at all to get him inside of you. The stretch of him still hurt, but the pain wasn’t nearly as dreadful as the night before. You were glad he got you off first, it definitely helped.

Steven held onto you tight with a bruising grip over your rear. He was obsessed with the way you felt wrapped around him. You were so tight he could feel every small flutter of your walls over him.

“Still so tight love, so–bloody–tight.” Steven sounded so rough the way he was grunting with every thrust.

“All for you Steven, I’d do anything for you.” You felt foolish saying such words, but you meant them.

“Oh, anything?” he leaned back and looked at you, never slowing his pace.

“Anything.” 

You took to mouthing at his neck for a change, kissing the rough stubble at the base of his chin.

“I’ll have to think of somethin’.” He sounded amused, “but f’now, gonna need you to come again for me, want to feel you darling.”

You were still in pain feeling the tight stretch of Steven’s cock resizing you to fit his girth with every thrust; you were just realizing now how big he was. The head of his cock was pushing deep into you, so much that you felt a delicious ache in your lower abdomen. At this angle, he was brushing against your cervix on every pass.

“Want you to fuck me harder, please?” You asked, probably too politely for the activity at hand.

“Think you can handle it, dove?” He was already slowly starting to ramp up his pace.

“Yes, Steven, please!” You groaned against his neck.

He adjusted his arm to hold you up with one hand. You were still amazed at his strength. He used the other hand to brace himself against the wall while he slammed his hips even harder into you. You let out a whining cry, but Steven didn’t slow his assault on your tender hole.

“Fuck love, sorry, sorry, I know it hurts I can’t-can’t stop, feels so good.” 

“It’s okay! It’s more than–oh shit.”

You were both a mess of groans and heavy breaths while he fucked you open against the shower wall. The sound of your wet skin slapping against each other was nearly deafening. Steven knocked several bottles over in his desperation to give you what you’d asked for.

“Love, I’m right there I–“

Steven’s harsh motion came to a screeching halt. You were at the end with him, feeling your cunt gushing over him in waves while he pumped you full of him. The pulsating throb of his cock stretched you out further, but it didn’t stop the pleasured moans from leaving your lips.

“Fuck, Steven…” you struggled to hold on to him, arms growing weak as you came back to reality, struggling to keep your head up. 

He looked at you with a lusty haze over his eyes. Now that the heat of the moment had passed, you became entranced by the water falling down Steven’s shoulders and over his chest. Your eyes stayed connected, and for a moment you felt an overwhelming sense of belonging; like he was the only thing in the world that you needed to feel whole.

“Steven,” You started, feeling breathless with emotion. He was so handsome you could hardly stand it. “Steven I…I…”

“What is it, love?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. I love you, you thought. It was such a simple set of words that when combined, summed up your feelings perfectly. You couldn’t say it though, it was too soon, too much.

“I…feel better now, thank you.”

Steven kissed you again with a dopey smile before pulling out gingerly, and quickly rinsed himself off. Reaching for one of the shampoo bottles that knocked over from before, he began lathering it into his hair and you quickly followed suit. You already wasted enough water.  When he was finished rinsing, he kissed your forehead and stepped out.

“Gonna go make the pancakes properly this time, they should be ready when you get out.”

You heard his bare feet pad over the linoleum floor as he exited the bathroom, going to dress himself in fresh sweats. He took one look in the mirror and immediately realized he wasn’t alone. A dark furrowed brow was staring back.

“Oh, piss off,” he muttered, going back to the kitchen.

When you were finished in the shower, you realized that you still only had your dirty clothes to change back into, and after last night, your panties were pretty well spent.

“Steven!” You called, walking out into the apartment from the bathroom with your towel wrapped around your torso.

“Yes, love?” He called from the kitchen.

“Um, I just realized that I don’t have any clean clothes so…maybe I should go home or something? Looks like the plow came through while we were in the shower.” You walked over to the window, looking down at the street below.

Steven practically ran to you, eyes wide and full of concern.

“You want to leave?” His eyebrows were turned up and knitted together. “Thought we might watch a movie or somethin’. You can wear a pair of my joggers, and a clean shirt, I don’t mind. Unless you don’t want to…I’m not going to force you to stay.”

Steven was, by every definition of the word, adorable when he got desperate. You liked that he was the kind of guy that wore his emotions on his sleeve. You thought surely he’d be ready to have his apartment back to himself since he’d kept you away from it all that time. You weren’t going to pass up an opportunity to spend the night with him though, not if he was offering.

“Okay,” you smiled while nodding, “yes, I’ll stay.”

“You know you don’t even have to wear any bottoms if you don’t want to.” 

You started to laugh but quickly noticed Steven was dead serious.

He swallowed, eyes scanning over your body. It was like you’d taken down the dam holding Steven together. You nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” You said breathlessly.

That’s what landed you on Steven’s couch a couple hours later with a belly full of pancakes, another bad movie playing, and the feeling of the soft rise and fall of his chest against your back. Despite the movie being cheesy, you were actually enjoying it.

Steven could tell you were into the film, just based on the way your eyes were staring, fixated, blinking fewer times than normal. He felt like his heart might burst from his chest with how warm he felt in that moment, his affection for you growing. You were curled up so small against him while he was rubbing his hand idly over your arm.

He felt bad for the growing erection slowly working its way against your rear. He tried to hide it, but it was unmissable, prodding against you. Trying to move was a mistake, just the mild friction alone forced a breathy moan from his lips. Steven tried to adjust himself, muttering a small, sorry, in the process.

Now that he’d had you not once, but twice, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Steven liked to pride himself as a man who appreciated more about a person than just the physical, and while that was true, he wanted you again and desperately.

“Just gonna– sorry, just–”

You felt him tug his pants down around his thighs. Steven lifted you easily, before starting to lower you over his thick cock. You were so wet, some of it from earlier and some of it from just his proximity to you, despite trying your best to focus on the movie. You’d made it so convenient for him to just set you down on top of it, like putting on a well-fitted glove.

“Steven I’m–oh.” He spread you open over him once again, and you felt your hole ache. “I’m trying to…trying to watch–”

“I know love, you don’t have to do anything just…oh shit just…sit there like that f’me. Just watch your film.” His voice was already low and whiny with his arousal.

Steven had one arm wrapped around your waist, and the other was gripping the underside of your thigh, lifting you ever so slightly so he could fuck into you from below. He rutted upward, hitting you deep in your core. You reached one hand up and grabbed a fistful of his hair, your other hand rested on his forearm near your leg. His lips left a biting kiss on your shoulder.

“If we’re gonna, ahh, do this,” you couldn’t help but whine, “Can I at least pause?” You asked, quickly realizing that you weren’t paying attention to the movie whatsoever.

Steven had the remote on his left, which he fumbled with to quickly turn off the tv. His movements were clumsy as usual, turning all his attention on fucking you in his lap while covering your neck in lazy, sloppy kisses. Now that the distraction was removed, he was huffing harshly into you, putting more effort in his thrusts to have you bouncing on him.

“Sorry love, sorry I know you’re sore I just–”

“It’s fine Steven, it’s…mmfeels good,” you whined, dragging your nails over his scalp.

Steven groaned, the mixed sensations making his cock twitch inside of you. He opened his eyes and looked ahead, marveling at the way you looked in the reflection of the tv. Your head had fallen back onto his shoulder, bottom lip pressed under your teeth while you were moaning; you looked completely fucked out in his lap. His gaze caught something that distracted him, forcing him to slow his movements slightly. Something was off about his reflection…

Jake…for a split second, the other alter was looking back at Steven with a mischievous smirk that only Jake would hold. You tugged Steven’s hair, knocking him out of the trance he was in. When he blinked and looked back in the tv reflection, Jake was gone and it was just you and Steven.

“Oh!” You exclaimed when Steven grabbed your waist tightly and lifted you, pushing you over the arm of the couch.

“Just getting a good look love, just wanna see you.”

He wasn’t totally lying, he did want to have a good look at the way your puffy pussy swallowed his cock over and over while he fucked you for the third time in the last twenty-four hours. He also didn’t want to imagine Jake inside of you; the thought made his stomach drop into his gut. Looking down at you made him forget all about it quickly, seeing your back splayed out in front of him as your shirt rode up. With one hand on your ass he thrust into you, hearing a sharp whine accompany his movements.

“Love those little sounds you make f’me dove, think you can be a little louder?” Steven grabbed your hip tightly, moving faster, smacking his hips against your rear.

“Can’t believe how good you always feel Steven, fuck!”

He wondered how much pain you were in, your poor body under his constant attention. He looked down again, seeing how your pussy was gripping him. It was a bit swollen, probably a little sore, but you didn’t seem to want him to stop. In fact, you were moving your hips in perfect rhythm with his now. Steven even stopped moving for a moment to let you set the pace, watching you fuck yourself.

“That’s it…ohhh…you’re doing so good, keep moving like that.”

Steven’s words of encouragement are what made you start moving faster. You felt excited by the prospect that you were giving Steven something in return now. He was so quick to love you selflessly that you wondered when he would let you take care of him. 

“Hope you’re ready, love, gonna fill you up again, I can’t hold it back now…” Steven started churning his hips against you again, grinding into you on every hard thrust.

You knew it wouldn’t last long, him letting you be in control but you’d enjoyed it while it lasted. His movements got faster and harder, to a point that you slid forward and lay almost completely flat against the arm of the couch. The apartment was quickly filled with your growing cries while your orgasm approached, his hand reaching around you to pass over your clit a few times.

A hundred years could go by and Steven would never get tired of hearing the way you came undone while he fucked you. He moved faster, hips crashing into yours harder, until finally he stopped, cock throbbing into you and shooting hot ropes to fill you with. You grabbed onto the cushions of the couch desperately while your own orgasm washed over you, cunt gushing over his girth while your brain whited out.

In a heap of sweaty skin and heavy breaths, you and Steven just stayed there for a moment, feeling yourselves come back to reality one pant at a time. He pulled out of you and stared wide-eyed as his cum dribbled out onto the couch.

“I’m sorry! Shit,” cursing, you tried to catch what you could with your hand.

“Don’t be sorry, love…looks so nice, you look so…” Steven’s words were lost while he sat there mesmerized at the sight.

“Can you grab me a towel?” You asked meekly, staying leaned over the couch arm with your ass in the air.

“Oh right! Probably would help, yeah?”

Steven went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He looked up in the mirror, almost hesitantly, afraid of who would be looking back at him this time. No one was there, but he glared anyway. Maybe Jake could see him, or Marc, or not, but just in case Steven wanted them to know that he was upset.

“You stay away when I’m with her. Don’t you dare…both of you.” He said in a harsh whisper so you wouldn’t hear.

He ran the towel under some warm water before going back out to the living room to care for you. He spoke to you while cleaning you up.

“Sorry love, gonna give you a break now. I’m sorry I just…you feel so good all the time, and you’re so pretty, s’hard to-”

“Steven.” You winced while he touched the towel to your tender folds, “it’s okay, really. I…I like having you inside me. Makes me feel more connected to you, you know?”

Steven froze at your words. You wanted to feel connected to him. What was it about him that made you feel that way? He wasn’t anything special, just a man…just a history professor. 

Yet, you wanted to feel connected. 

Steven was starting to feel like he couldn’t live up to your expectations, like he wasn’t good enough to deserve someone that felt that way about him. You were so young, seventeen years younger than him. You had your whole life ahead of you. There was so much potential for you to achieve your dreams, and who was he? Someone who might stop you from achieving the life you wanted if you were caught.

But now he couldn’t imagine his world without you in it.

Steven did give you a break for the rest of the evening, except for you spreading your legs for him on the counter top while he drank from you like a man dying of thirst; or when he circled his fingers over your clit in the heat of a heavy makeout session just before bed. That was simply for your pleasure, though, and only eased the ache he had left behind. In the morning you jerked him off while he struggled to kiss you in a way that wouldn’t leave a prominent hickey on your neck.

The roads were clear on Sunday morning, and you felt safe enough to walk back to your dorm. Steven made sure to give you his number before you left, saying he thought it would be a good idea for you to have it, in the event you had to watch Gus again. You wondered if he even believed his own excuse, but you put his number in your phone happily anyway. You used a moon and coffee bean emoji instead of his name, just in case anyone saw your texts.

“How was your weekend with your cousin?” Layla asked when you got back to the dorm and plopped on your bed.

You tried not to smile too big and alert her to the fact that you’d blatantly lied about your whereabouts all weekend. You looked at your phone.

You: Thank you for the wonderful weekend, I can’t wait to see you again.

Steven: No, Thank you :) See you tomorrow <3

You brought it to your chest and let out a dazed sigh.

“We had a blast.”

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[loggiepj]

MY FIRST LOVE

Wanda was your first love.

You met during highschool. You had a small crush on her the first time you two met. You were on different classes but your friends were closed with hers, which meant you two sometimes spent lunchbreaks together.

Wanda was doing her homework at that time and you were eating your favorite donut when you both were introduced to each other. And you couldn't help but feel your heartbeat race at the way she stared at you with her green eyes or the way your stomach squirm with butterflies as she shook your hand in greeting.

From then on, you started getting close. Wanda was someone more than a friend but not necessarily your best friend. Your best friend, Natasha, kept on teasing you about her and how you have your gay panic every time she's around.

It didn't mean anything at the moment simply because you knew she wasn't gay. And you were out to the public.

When you started getting close towards a new classmate, Wanda began getting jealous. And you thought she was just mad because you forgot to meet up with her after class, the one you agreed to watch a movie together with her group of friends.

Then she started ignoring you and you felt like shit. You were so used to her being around, to her laughter, to her voice with a sexy Sokovian accent.

Because of this, your feelings towards her began to grow immensely. You tried not to make a big deal about it.

But what people say about being in love was always true.

You couldn't stop thinking about Wanda.

You couldn't eat properly. You couldn't concentrate on your classes. You didn't even hear Natasha comment about how crumpled your uniform was.

Wanda was the first thing in your mind when you woke up and she was the last as you closed your eyes to sleep.

It was not pride. You were not prideful. You knew she was the first one to ignore you so you shouldn't feel guilty. You did nothing wrong.

So when you unexpectedly got a donut in your locker, you grew anxious. It wasn't just any donut. It was your favorite.

And you looked around you, hoping to catch a sliver of red hair but didn't.

You and Wanda have PE classes together. So when you two were paired to do an exercise, it became more awkward and painful.

She kept on ignoring you and you pretended it was okay. After the class, the redhead fairly had enough.

You thought she tackled you from behind as you felt her arms around you, tightening each second. And when she murmured against your back that she misses you, you couldn't help but smile, feeling butterflies flutter inside your stomach.

You squeezed her arms back as you turned yourself around to see her.

Wanda's cheeks were as red as her hair, but you pretended not to notice as you replied. "I missed you more."

Then you hugged again, relishing the warmth you missed from each other. And that was when you fell in love with her.

The next time she hugged you like that was just five months after your breakup.

It was during your second year at college when you both decided it wasn't working for the both of you. You were taking up a business course at a different school. And she was taking up medicine at another school within the same city. You tried to convince yourself it was a mutual decision but you knew you were only lying.

It wasn't mutual when just two months after that, you were still hurting while Wanda has already moved on with a new boyfriend.

You still felt betrayed even when she didn't cheat on you. And you doubted if she never did.

What was more frustrating was she replaced you with a boy.

You've had always wondered if she was still scared if people would judge her by being gay. You realized you were right all along.

No wonder when you and Wanda were still dating back in highschool, she chose to hide you. And you were just okay with it because you could have her.

Wanda didn't really hide you from your closed friends. She was always sweet at school.

But around her family, she acted like you didn't exist. Or you were just a girl from her class.

You two were making out in Wanda's bedroom one afternoon since her parents were at work that day.

When you and Wanda heard the screeching of tires outside, she immediately pushed you away and bolted towards the window.

"Shit! It's my parents," she hissed, turning towards you with so much fear in her eyes.

You didn't even have anything to say on the matter as she pushed you outside her bedroom and told you to go out through the back door of the house.

And you just did. Because you always followed her like a dog. Which you thought at the time was romantic.

Wanda's dad caught you hiding in their backyard that day. You thought he'd let that fly.

When you didn't see Wanda at school the following day, you knew her father didn't.

Wanda kept on ignoring your messages. And even when she went back to school the next day, she ignored your presence. You thought you two were over.

Days passed by when Wanda finally talked to you, apologizing for the way she acted. And you being the angel you were, forgave her.

Her parents found out the truth because a friend wouldn't be hiding in the backyard. And they forbid Wanda from spending time with you because you could turn her gay.

Wanda still insisted to her parents that she wasn't.

But when you were making out in your bedroom that day, making up for all the times you missed each other, hearing those moans coming out from her mouth, you knew she was just scared.

Scared to lose her parents. But also scared to lose you.

Wanda told you she loved you so much that day. And you believed her.

Until the day, five months after your breakup, when you agreed to meet her after all the insisting from her end, and she told you she still love you.

That all those times she was with her boyfriend, Vision, all she could ever think about was you. And that you two were never alike. She even confessed that she talked to him about you and how caring you were.

It was both funny and cruel. Wanda wanted to get back with you but she was still with Vision, as if she still had him if you would reject her.

And you did. You rejected her advances. You said she could have you as a friend only or nothing at all.

You were still mad. You were still hurt.

How could Wanda forget what she did just weeks after your mutual breakup, when you tried to get back with her with just simple invitations to watch a movie and she kept on pushing you away, saying it's not right.

That a girl shouldn't love a girl like that.

And it hurt you and made you wonder if she ever did love you at all. Or you were just her experiment, something to do when she's bored or needing someone.

Wanda kept on telling you that you still hold a special place in her heart but not like that. She insisted it wasn't like that as if she's scared her parents will still scold her even when you two were officially over.

And you just replied, "Fuck you!"

Weeks passed by when you finally decided to contact her. You needed closure so you could finally move on. When Wanda accepted, she revealed to you that she met someone and that she liked him so much. That was the time she introduced you to Vision.

You then regretted messaging her.

Wanda was your first heartbreak. You cried nonstop after that revelation. You threw your phone, breaking it. Then you tore all your polariod pictures together, all the letters you both send out to each other when you were still dating, and lit them all on fire.

You threw all the gifts you received from her towards the flame, even the dead flower petals from her that you kept inside a box.

You always thought being this aggressive after a breakup was cliché in movies but you'd have to experience heartbreak to know the movie has been warning you all along that it was true.

You knew it wasn't all like this though. You've had your fair share of happy moments with Wanda during your relationship.

How you both could talk to each other about any thing for hours then make out or cuddle afterwards or even in between conversations.

How you accompanied her during her walk home after school and how Wanda waited for you under the rain with her umbrella knowing you didn't bring yours.

You thought it'd be okay. You even had funny conversations about growing old together, who would propose to who and how grand your wedding would be.

Didn't even think it would be with someone other than you.

Years after the breakup and reconciliation, when you landed yourself a corporate job cities away from your hometown, you found yourself a great girlfriend, Maria. She was everything you dreamed for that Wanda was not. She wasn't scared to show to the world that she loves you. And that should have been enough to you, right?

But it was always Wanda. It's been always about her.

You and Wanda were still in touch when you got into a relationship. She just ended things with Vision that time and you were really sorry but you were also preoccupied on what to do on your dates with Maria.

What you didn't like was how rude Wanda's comment was about your girlfriend when she found out even when Wanda just kept on throwing herself to any random guy she'd met after her breakup with Vision.

Maria got scared when you kept on receiving messages from your ex girlfriend even at 3am when most of the people were already asleep. Maria would overthink and when she did, she made you choose between her and Wanda.

So you chose Maria. You had to to move on. Wanda would never love you like Maria did. So you chose Maria.

You were sorry and you felt so cruel when you started not replying to any of Wanda's messages.

You thought about the messages you've seen through your notifications, Wanda asking why you were ignoring her, that she desperately needed you and a lot of stuff a normal friend wouldn't send to a friend.

Wanda's messages made you feel guilty even now. The last message you had from her was her asking you what happened and what she did wrong.

If she only knew how it wasn't her to blame but the homophobic lot still existing in the world.

Wanda then met Tony. And he was everything you were not. Her parents loved him like a son. And she loved him like crazy, clinging unto him as if scared she'd be left alone again.

Wanda finally had the grand wedding she had wished for and it hurt you the most.

You didn't go to your work that day. You locked yourself in your room, reminiscing the time when you and her meant something.

When you and Wanda were still young and in love. You wanted to go back in time, make things right, admit that you were indeed naive and prideful when you rejected her, and take her back right then.

But it was only wishful thinking.

You couldn't blame yourself. Wanda was your first love.

And first love would always hurt.

#wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda #wanda angst #short prompt

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I love all your analysis! Could I ask you to chime in, if you have the time and the inclination, on my pet theory?

Here it goes: Meghan found it harder than Catherine to be succeed in the Royal family because she's not athletic.

The Aristo crowd is sporty. It's a good marker of privilege - one you cannot fake - to be able to ski, play tennis, row, sail, ride, dive. All these things require lots of leisure time, and money, and the confident, cheerful ease of the amateur sportsman.

Catherine is a good minor athlete - her reaction to the 2007 breakup was to enter a rowing challenge with her girlfriends (she went clubbing with Pips too, sure, but she was out there most mornings in her wetsuit, being healthy and determined). It's hard to explain the mindset of the "amateur athlete in friendly competition" if you've never been one, but it gives you confidence, emotional regulation, and the bone deep knowledge that small constant steps are key to achieving progress and success.

Meghan just knows that "rich people go skiing", and she gets photographed on the slopes in an unsuitable coat, thinking it's the same thing. She looks for the shortcut - and she may fool some of the non-skiers, but it's just a house of cards. It works for an influencer who will quickly move on to the next thing, but the Royal family thinks in decades, and the persona their PR builds for you must have some consistency.

And there would have been nothing wrong with saying outright "you know what, I didn't grow up with that kind of money, I can't ski or row" - she would have got lots of sympathy.

Don't you love "training montages" in movies? She could have had years of upbeat training montage PR! Or she could have gone with an "outsider perspective" PR strategy, where she would have represented the slightly ironic common man faced with the BRF.

But Meghan the Narc can't stand to acknowledge she doesn't know something. She should have been herself, and instead she tried to be Catherine and failed.

It's a good theory, but i don't think it holds much weight when you really dig into it - for exactly what you pointed out: Meghan wasn't herself.

Kate was unabashedly and genuinely herself. Long before St. Andrews or William entered the picture, and she stayed that way after everything with William. The aristo crowd probably prefers that, and Kate doesn't strike me as someone who's impressed by all that. She probably cared more about their art collection than whether they were Duke So-and-So or Earl Whozitsandwhatsits, and that's impressive on its own. (I'm reminded now of the story with Cillian Murphy; he doesn't like it when people fawn all over him and he shuts down when that happens, so a seat-filler who sat next to him at one of the recent awards shows pretended she didn't know who he was and had the most incredible conversation wtih him.)

Whereas Meghan was always playing a role, and badly at that. So it was pretty easy for the aristo crowd to see right through her and know that she was bad news. Especially once she stop pretending to be aristo-like, with the cursing and demanding to sit next to Harry/switching place cards at the dinner parties, the screaming at staff, policing what everyone was saying and confronting them when it wasn't PC (according to her).

I think being sporty/athletic helped Kate, but the vibe I get from the aristo crowd isn't necessarily a sporty set. As a whole, they seem more outdoorsy to me with the skiing holidays, the shooting parties, the horse racing, the sailing. I think William's side of the aristo crowd (like his friends and Anne's family that he's closest to) is sporty because that's what they've connected over, and Kate fits in well with that crowd so it was easier for her to be accepted by them. But there's also the "city" side of the aristo crowd like the Yorkies and the Spencers where they're more known for their holidays, artsy/culture-type activities, and spectatoring sports.

Not to say that the two can't blend - they do, obviously, and everyone is probably really good at code-switching to navigate between the different segments of the aristo world (William and Kate especially as the future King and Queen, who have to be both representational and aspirational to all segments of the populartion, not just the aristos). And maybe the more culture set are sporty too (like how Diana danced and the Yorks skiied) but sport isn't how we think of those aristos. The latter crowd is what Meghan expected because that's the world Diana inhabited and as we all know, Meghan views royalty through Diana exclusively, so when she saw Kate in that sphere, she tried to emulate that side of Kate (the evening-gown wearing, gala attending, world-traveling, tennis-watching, polo-wifeing Kate) not knowing that it's just a small piece of who, and what, Kate actually is.

It's why the role she tried to play fell flat; Meghan didn't know the whole character, she just had the PR version of Kate to work with. Or, in acting parlance, Meghan had the character notes for Kate the Bit Player. She didn't get the character profile for Catherine, the Duchess of Cambridge, a main character.

Going back to what you originally said, that Meghan didn't integrate as easily as Kate did because of the athletics, I'd say it's bigger than that. It's because she didn't have any hobbies or interests. Everyone in the aristo set has hobbies and interests. Meghan didn't/doesn't have a single hobby and that made/makes it hard to connect with people on any level. She didn't need to have the same hobbies or interests as everyone else, she just had to have something. But she didn't. She had nothing.

All she had was Harry but Harry assumes the personality of whomever he's dating...which is the same thing Meghan does; she assumes the personality of whomever she's dating. So when there are two people being each other, they end up with nothing. Or they end up being his mother. Which isn't that much better either.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Gym Membership - Part 36 (Crosshair)

Summary: Layla spends time with the girls; while the guys continue their axe throwing.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

It took me a little long to edit this part, simply because I got caught up watching a movie. LOL. I know shameful.

Anyhew, enjoy.

Love oo

Warnings: Liquor, intoxication (please enjoy responsibly and do not drink and handle weaponry of any kind. These are fictional characters, if they hurt someone, I can just backspace. There's no backspace in real life), axe throwing discussions, drinking, innuendo, discussions of objectifying male bodies (the girls discussing their husbands/boyfriends), discussions of feelings, feelings of guilt. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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Rob spun the axe in his hand, before throwing it at the target. This was his and Crosshair’s tenth match; and right now the score was 9:1, mainly because Crosshair felt the guy should’ve at least won one. 

With each loss, Rob was getting more and more agitated while Crosshair kept taunting him, it was childish. Honestly, I was shocked to see these two acting like a couple of children. After a while, I walked over to the girls who were sitting at one of the tables drinking beer, eating some fries and nachos.

I sat beside Mel, popping in one of the fries from the table. I ordered a drink from the waitress, as I glanced around the table, enjoying the fact that everyone here was here for only one reason, to celebrate Avery’s accomplishments. 

“Having fun Layla?” Mel asked as she took a sip of some proper beer, now that she was no longer breastfeeding Violet and Iris was comfortable enough to be with a babysitter that wasn’t family, not to mention it’d been a while since she and Wrecker had a night out. She was trying her best  not to get too drunk, but watching Wrecker’s muscles flex, as he tossed the axe against the target, was making it very difficult not to just let her inhibitions go completely reckless. 

“I was until those two started acting like fools.” I motioned over my shoulder, to the two just in their own world. “Regardless, I’m glad everyone’s here for Avery.”

Mel reached over and rubbed Layla’s back, stroking her hair, “Of course, sweetie. We’ll always turn up for you and for Avery.”

“You know …” Zai motioned her hand, swaying it a little, she was a tiny bit tipsy. “When you get two men interested in the same woman, you’re going to have childish rivalry” she smirked as she popped a fry into her mouth, followed by another shot of tequila. “Am I wrong, ladies?” She directed the question to Mel, Sofie, and Layla; the three simply nodded as they each took a sip of their beer.

“I’m sure you’re wrong. Crosshair has disliked me for a long time, and I’ve certainly given him enough reasons to hate me. I mean we are just now on speaking terms, and … okay, yes things have gotten better. We are talking and texting more, but … that doesn’t necessarily mean … you know … I mean he was married to my sister. You’re way off base.” I clarified, waving my hand aside as I drank down my whiskey in one gulp, too nervous and too mortified my feelings may have seeped through. I motioned to the waitress ordering a refill, I needed another one to calm down my racing heart, the last thing I needed was for them to misunderstand our relationship. Plus, she was clearly drunk, and not thinking clearly. 

“Hmmm. Well, if you’re so sure, then can you explain why he keeps glancing over here to see if you’re paying attention?” Sofie teased as she took a sip of her drink. 

I glanced over my shoulder to see Crosshair’s eyes focused on his target, even from where I sat, I could tell they were penetrating and fully engrossed in his task. His muscles flexed under his shirt as he moved his arms, his biceps bulging from the slight movement. His jaw shifting ever so slightly as he chewed his toothpick, swishing it from one side to the other as he grinned a self-satisfying smirk at Rob. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pull my eyes away, as I took note of how his long fingers gripped the handle of the axe, how his forefinger and middle finger straightened completely as he released the axe from his hand, and slowly curled into his palm. 

“Seems like something caught your eye, or maybe someone?” Mel chuckled, wiggling her eyebrows, her lips pulling into the warmest and most comforting smile I’d seen in a long time. I don’t know how to explain it, but she felt like family to me already. “Hey, I don’t blame you, Crosshair is a very attractive man, with a heart of gold. However, not that I’m disparaging against Cross, but have you seen my man, Wrecker’s arms?” She turned and was not ashamed to be ogling her husband, as she pointed out her favourite parts, “I mean look at how my man’s arms ripple with every movement. Look at that back, ”

“Easy Mel, don’t want to see you drool.” 

“Shut up, Zai. Like you’re not watching Hunter with eagle eyes, and admiring his own form.” Mel laughed as she glanced over to Zai, her cheeks and ears turning a deep pink, while Zai’s smiling pout and blush adorned her own features.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t. Just saying no one needs to see you drool. Plus,” Zai turned her head to admire her own man, “look how his hair falls perfectly every time he shifts, the way his stance brings out his thick thighs, and his tapered waist …” She couldn’t help chewing her thumbnail as she eyed Hunter up and down. 

“I think Mel’s not the only one who needs a napkin” Sofie giggled as she handed a napkin to each of the girls.

“Well, I’m sure you’re keeping your eye on Echo too, right?” I teased, enjoying how friendly they were amongst themselves. It was enjoyable to find women that didn’t judge me, didn’t make me feel less than I should’ve simply because I was pretty, or because I wasn’t like other women who enjoyed gossiping or trying to meddle.

“Of course, look at the way he moves …” Sofie’s eyes focused fully on Echo, as they shone with pure joy, “He moves with purpose, elegance, and determination; and not just when he’s standing there throwing an axe; when he’s dancing he’s the most graceful dancer I’ve ever seen.” 

“Are we talking vertical or horizontal dancing?” Zai teased, laughing as she took another swig of her beer. 

Sofie hid her face behind her glass, laughing, as Mel and Zai continued to tease her nonstop about Echo, as my eyes fell back over to Crosshair, watching as he and Rob had fallen into  some sort of heated debate. 

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i remember someone saying that if someone wanted to make a racism bad movie with furries that it'd be better to use stuff like dog breeds or cat breeds rather than other animals, what do u think abt that

i'm still not really a fan of that concept, mostly because i'm already of the opinion that making a movie about racism and prejudice told through animals (or any non-human character) is already a bad start. this issue with this genre of movies isn't that they haven't found the right animal or object to represent real human races yet, it's that they seem to misunderstand why racial prejudice exists and why it's such a prevalent issue. it's not necessarily because people of particular races and ethnicities are different (or fundamentally opposed as many of these movies imply), it's because of hundreds to thousands of years of systematic oppression against minority groups.

so while in theory i think one of these movies would work better if they solely focus on a single species of animal like you suggested, it's not going to matter if the world they're in lacks worldbuilding that explains why these systems of oppression are in place (or if the worldbuilding only seems to justify these systems). this is actually where i'll give elemental some credit - like talked about a bit in this post, arguably the biggest obstacle ember faces in elemental is the city itself. there's water everywhere, which poses a constant threat to ember even though the other non-fire residents of the city traverse it just fine. the city (a larger system ember is a part of) outright excludes fire people and has not been changed to accommodate them. this is good stuff imo, and shows that these issues are created and enforced by larger systems that exclude and oppress minority groups, often by design. but ultimately i still think it's just more effective to tell stories like this through real human characters.

#i think the only benefit to making a “racism bad” cat or dog movie is that animals are sometimes easier to draw #fernasks #ask to tag

[hyunnieshannie]

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Chapter 1: Welcome to the Race

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Word Count: 3,786

General Synopsis: S_Class started off as a street racing team, built between friends but as the adrenaline rush died down, racing wasn’t enough. N/S was formed. What started off with petty crimes, quickly spiraled into a string of organized crime. 

Warnings: swearing, drug use, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, reckless driving, (please let us know if we missed any)

A/N: RACING HYUNE RACING HYUNE RACING HYUNE anyways welcome to chapter 1!!! Uhh yeah, anyways as per usual this chapter was proofread by a team of leebits &lt;3 -Mini NYOOOOM - Kitty

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, this does not represent the idols mentioned in any way.

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“You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do will be held against you in a court of law.” The officer continued to recite your rights, as he cuffed you. Everything fell in slow motion, like scenes in a movie when everything goes wrong, when the absolute shock finally hits and nothing is processing normally. 

This wasn’t supposed to be how it went. None of this was supposed to happen. No one was supposed to die. Now here you are, being aggressively placed in the back of the cop car as Oddinary bled out on the street. Maniac screaming at the top of his lungs on how he’d gut everyone in the vicinity if they didn’t let him go, if they didn’t let him hold her. Just as the cop shut the door, the sudden feeling of hopelessness sank in. There was nothing you could do, Oddinary would die there. Maniac was uncontrollable, and Phobia was silently standing over the body, blood covering his hands. 

How the fuck, did it come to this? 

Six months earlier: 

Moving to Seoul, may have been one of the worst decisions your family has ever made. You enjoyed the quieter country sides, you never wanted to live in the city. You had to transfer schools mid-year and you already had a hard time making friends at your old university. You unfortunately were not hopeful that this school was going to be any better than the last, nor would it be the last school you’d attend by the time you graduated. 

You always had a smaller group of friends, keeping your circle small. It’s not that you necessarily had a hard time making friends, it was simply that you couldn’t care to expand to more than 4 or 5 people at a time. It’s already been a week at this new university and you haven't spoken to anybody besides your professors. Off to a great start, Y/N.

During your free period in the afternoon, you made your way outside. A little fresh air could always help the stress of being that new person - the one everyone stared at but never approached. As you wandered the campus to your new spot - a bench that was shrouded in heavy unkempt foliage obviously forgotten by the groundskeepers. To your surprise you found a boy hunched over on your usual bench. Still you made your way over.

“Fuck-” he stammered, “You scared me Jesus Christ, I thought you were a security guard or some shit-” 

“Oh, no. I’m not.”

“Good.” He continued back on what he was doing, lighting a hand rolled cigarette. He took a long drag from it, coughed a few times and extended it to you. “Want some?” You examined it carefully, took it between your fingers, bringing it to your mouth to inhale its fumes. 

“Your weed is shit.” You sighed as you sat beside the boy, who looked at you amused. 

“Yeah well, that’s what happens when it’s mostly shake.” He laughs, “Was supposed to get more, and my guy didn’t show today. Fucking prick.” 

“Get yourself a better dealer.” 

“No shit, wish I would have thought of that!” The two of you spent a few minutes passing the joint back and forth, sitting in silence as you slowly built up a high, “Jake, by the way.” 

“Y/N,” you laugh, “nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he sticks his hand out to shake yours. You take it and give his hand a firm shake making him laugh. You both sit in a comfortable silence as you continue to pass the joint to one another. You’re pulled from your rhythm when his phone rings. “Yeah?” His smile quickly fades and annoyance takes over his features. “Bro I’ve been waiting here for like twenty minutes,” He rolls his eyes dramatically, throwing his head back in frustration. “Yeah, yeah whatever dude. Just tell Toronto to get his ass over to our spot in fifteen, or I’m fucking slashing a hole in his tires.” He hangs up his phone and aggressively drops his hand in his lap. You tip the joint towards him and he looks at you and smiles before taking the joint and inhaling deeply.

“Yo! Finn!” You hear a deep booming voice coming from behind the foliage, you can't see who it is yet, but you assume it's a teacher about to catch you and your new acquaintance doing illegal activities on campus. 

“Fucking Venom, what are you doing out here?” Jake says to the young boy who just walked out of the trees.

“Dragging your ass back, your boys are looking for you.” The deep voiced boy smiles as he looks you up and down, very obviously checking you out. He’s not very subtle, is he?

“Thought your name was Jake?” You turn back to your smoking pal, creasing your eyebrows in confusion.

“It is, love,” Jake says as he lets out a light laugh. 

That was your first encounter with them. You never really expected to see them again. Fortunately for you the next day, Jake ran up behind you placing his arm around your shoulders. You rolled your eyes as you turned your head to face him, 

“What are you doing, shake boy?” Jake feigns a shot to the heart, dragging you closer to him as he grasps at you to hold him up. “Let go of me you freak.” You laugh as you attempt to shrug him off of you.

“You wound me,” He smirks, “And here I was, just coming to say hello to my new friend.” 

“Oh is that what we are?” you smirk back, elbowing him lightly in his side.

“You smoked my shitty weed, so yeah. I don’t just share willy-nilly with random strangers! Now if you’re willing to pay for it, that’s a whole other story,” he says, poking your sides in an attempt to annoy you.

“Paying for such shit weed? Sorry bud, I don’t carry cash on me,” you tease, making a ridiculous sad face at him.

“Then I guess you’re stuck being my friend” he beams a huge smile at you, pulling you tighter into an awkward side-hug. “Anyways, don’t act all weird about it, I’ve seen you around and you don’t talk to anyone, so I guess I’m doing you a favor too you know.” 

“Ouch, no need to point that out. But thanks for your charity I guess,” you say rolling your eyes at your new ‘friend’.

“You can thank me later,” he laughs, “I figured you could join me tonight.” 

“Asking out your ‘friend’ so soon?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him. You found it kind of weird how comfortable you were around him already.

“Nah, don’t get it twisted, girlie. I’m tryna bring you around so people can get to know you. You know why no one talks to you right?” At first you thought he was jokingly asking, but when you looked at him, he was quite serious about it. “You’re new, you came in during the middle of the semester, everyone’s got their groups, and people here, well to put it simply, they don’t take well to new people. It’s easier to pretend you don’t exist, then to have to adjust to bringing someone new into their groups.” He shivers slightly, as if he was remembering something before he shakes his head and refocuses on you. “So, I wanna bring you somewhere so people can see you’re not some… boring outsider.” 

“Is that what people think of me?” you ask quietly, not meaning to sound so upset about it.

“Take it with a grain of salt, these are Seoulites. More often than not, country folk come here and prefer to keep to themselves quietly, hence not even bothering. But I, as your new best friend, know you prefer to have some fun.” he proclaims, quite proudly. 

“So where is it you want to bring me, exactly?” Your curiosity has definitely peaked now.

“Meet me in the parking lot after class?” He looks at his watch and jumps. “I gotta go or I’m gonna be late, but don’t forget! I’ll see you later Y/N!” He yells as he begins sprinting to his class. You shake your head and laugh to yourself. How the fuck did I suddenly become someone’s best friend?

~𝄋~

Your class was let out earlier than expected, you carefully considered your option of just going home instead of meeting with your self proclaimed best friend. Sure going out could be fun, but being introduced to a group of people who in general could care less if you went or stayed home sounded uninviting. As Jake said, these people didn’t want to know you. They had all made their assumptions about you before you had even gotten the chance to say hello. Was there any real reason to try and impress the ‘Seoulites’ of your university? 

Jake seemed nice enough. He was willing to bring you out, introduce you to people and all of this over smoking a bit of weed with him? Were there conditions to becoming friends with people here? Were they really just scared of people they considered ‘sticks in the mud’? So what if some people preferred to keep to themselves? Who cares? What kind of activities could these people be doing that would worry them so much they’d prefer to ignore someone than to attempt to get to know them? 

Seoul was full of people who preferred to keep to themselves. What difference did it make if you came from the city or the countryside. These people act so high and mighty, acting as if there were some vast difference between the two types of people. Sure, those from smaller towns may keep to themselves, but contrary to the belief of the people of your university; the people from smaller towns tend to have more fun. Moving from a small town to a city is intimidating. Which in your opinion is probably why so many of those before you kept to themselves. It’s hard going from a town where everyone knows everyone, to a city where you could see someone one day, and never see them again for the rest of your life. 

You missed home, more importantly you missed your friends. You miss the nights of climbing your old high school and drinking on the roof. Watching as your friends would dance around the edge. Days you’d skip class with your best friends and drive to the city, tripping absolute balls in the back seat of her boyfriend's car as he wove through the crowded highways. Wandering the downtown streets of the city as the acid kicked in, and you watched the city skyscrapers morph and move with the wind. Or the nights Experimenting in the basement of your best friend's house, while you were uncontrollably giggly. You’d stay wide awake, talking absolute nonsense with your friends while the mixture of shrooms and molly would course through your body; no topics off limits. No one, off limits. And the best this city could offer you was a boy smoking shitty weed? That’s what these so called city people called fun? 

As you were reminiscing about your hometown and your friends, you heard someone screaming your name, quickly pulling you from your thoughts and your head whipping around to find the source of the screaming.

“You got out early huh?” Jake waved you in his direction, putting his joint back up to his lips. He was perched up against a silver Honda Civic decorated with stickers all over his back windshield. He has a sticker with the name ‘FINN’ in big orange lettering, another of the word ‘LIMITLESS’, and a third ‘7PM’.

“Mmm, I did; you’re quite observant.” you tease, pulling the joint out of his mouth and nodding towards his rear windshield. “What’s up with the tacky stickers?” 

“What can I say,” he shrugs, “And don’t go calling my stickers tacky, they’re my branding.” he says as he puffs out his chest a bit, obviously proud of his so-called ‘branding’.

“Branding,” you scoff, “So Finn, is limitless at seven pm?” you laugh, 

“Common now doll, don’t be like that. If you want to know what they mean you can just ask.” he teased you as he stuck his tongue out at you, taking his joint back from you.

“Alright then, Ken. Go on, tell me what they mean.” 

“Get in, and I’ll tell you on the way.” Jake opens the passenger door, motioning for you to take a seat. You give him a nod, and hop in. Placing your bag on the floor of the overly clean car. You don’t think you’d seen a car this clean in a while. No one cares about their cars this much do they? It was practically spotless if it wasn’t for the ashtray in the center console, and a half empty water bottle beside it. “So?” You say as he starts the car. The engine roars as it starts. Pressing down on the clutch, he carefully brings the car into reverse. Bringing it out of its spot in the parking lot, and slowly driving it off the campus property. 

“Mmm, well. Finn’s my name.” he says nonchalantly, as if he didn’t tell you that his name was Jake literally yesterday. Except you do remember that one guy who barged in on you two smoking calling him Finn.

“Now here I was thinking it was Jake.” 

“It is, but where we’re going you call me Finn. Don’t even mention my other name.” he says seriously, looking at you quickly to make sure you understood his seriousness. When you gave him a small nod he continued, “Limitless is the name of my crew.” 

“What about seven pm?” you ask and you can see him flinch just a little bit, his grip on the steering wheel tightening a little bit.

“Just a time.” Jake waves it off quickly, dismissing you. “Don’t think about it too much, I just enjoy the sticker being there. Someone gave it to me.” 

As he turned onto the highway, your body chilled. As if the temperature in the car had dropped significantly. You looked at him, as his eyes narrowed. Completely focusing on the road in front of him. “Now, I’m going to ask this once.” He smirked, a mischievous smirk that should have warned you about what you were about to get into. “How do you handle reckless driving?” he asks as seriously as he can, the smirk not falling from his face. His finger was tapping on the steering wheel, as if there was some sort of impatience in which he couldn’t contain. 

“Do what you want, not my car. Not my rules.” you shrug, honestly you were just curious on how ‘reckless’ he could be. Your answer was what he was waiting for before slamming down on the clutch, fiddling with the gear shift, as he brought the car from 80/km per hour to 150/km per hour in just a few seconds. He was swerving through the traffic, and in some moments you could swear it’d have been a near miss of a crash if he didn’t turn at just the right time. 

You watch him as he drives, the grin that was previously plastered on his lips has now turned into a full blown smile, his mouth slightly agape from laughing lightly as he swerves through the traffic. He was enjoying himself and you smiled to yourself as he hollered in excitement. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he kept speeding up. The faster he went, the wider the smile, the louder the laughter. 

Finally, he pulled off the highway. Your heart was pumping at an alarming rate as he continued on speeding down the streets. There was no chance of him slowing down, even as he drove through the red lights, on his way to whatever location he was bringing you to. He took a sharp turn into a large parking lot of what looked to be an abandoned factory. The turn throwing your body against the door of his car. You held onto the handle of the door, to stabilize yourself. 

The parking lot was full of cars, engines roaring; people walking about going from car to car. Groups of people huddled around their cars as they watched Jake speed into the lot. He pulled the parking brake quickly, drifting into the middle of their meet. A smug smirk came from a man standing near a large group of people, his arm hung over a girl with long black hair. 

“Looks like Finn has finally fucking arrived!” The man called out. Jake smirked at him as he began to roll his windows up, bringing the parking brake back down and slowly driving his car into the spot that was left open. Presumably for him. 

“Y/N.” Jake called your name in a serious tone, you looked over at him. “Like I said, my name here is Finn. Don’t bring up the name Jake here. Ever. Don’t ask questions, let them come to you. You’ll stick out less that way okay?” 

“Dude, your scaring me a bit,” 

“Trust me yeah?” 

You had no reason not to trust him so far. You only met him yesterday, but so far he’s been kind to you. Unless he brought you here to kill you… Nahhhh. It should be fine right? You nod your head, and he smiles in return. Opening his door, and swiftly walking to your side of the car; opening your door for you. You step out of the car and instantly he wraps his arm around your shoulders, bringing you in close to him. He leans over to whisper in your ear, “They’re animals. I’d rather you stay close, yeah?” 

“Looks like Finnigan’s finally fucking got himself a girl, good for you kiddo.” A girl laughs, as she makes her way across the parking lot from her own group of friends. Jake's friends all look to each other as the rest of the new person's friends begin to trail behind her. Another girl making her way up right beside her. 

“Looks like Noeasy can’t mind her damn business again.” a guy from Jake, no, Finn’s friend group said.

“Shut it Hoshi.” the other girl barks. 

“Oh common now Oddinary, why do you gotta be so hostile with me all the time?” the boy smirks, 

“Who’s the girl Finnigan? You don’t just bring people into S_Class territory without telling one of us, you know the rules kid,” the taller girl says, not really paying attention to you. 

“Oddinary call me Finnigan one more time, and I’ll-” 

“You’ll what huh?” a man from the other group approaches behind the girls. He’s a little scary looking in your opinion, tall, light brown hair, leather jacket tightly drawn against his broad shoulders. 

“Cool your jets, Maniac. He’s not gonna do shit to Oddinary and you know it,” the shorter girl says, putting her hand up against the guy, Maniac’s, chest.

“She’s new here. Got no name yet.” Jake Finn says, tilting his head toward you. “She’s in school with me, I vouch for her.” 

“Vouching for a new girl in your school? Bold of you kiddo.” Oddinary smirks, Finn goes to open his mouth to defend his choice, knowing well that the girl before him was judging the both of you.

“You know we have a long vetting process, Finn.” Noeasy sighs, looking you up and down. 

“She’s with a Limitless member, who the fuck are you two to be talking right now?” a voice from behind you barks. A tall, skinny, black haired guy comes up from behind you and Finn. He sizes up the two girls in front of you. You definitely did not want to get on this guy's bad side.

“She’s been brought to a race organized by S_Class, that's who the fuck we are to talk The8.” Oddinary pushes at him, you honestly couldn’t tell who would win in this fight. “Don’t fucking ever get in my face again.” 

“Take a step back The8, you know the rules, this isn’t new. Come on, we’re all here to race, don’t start causing problems before the fun begins,” another guy says from behind you. He walks up to The8 and carefully leads him back to Finn’s friends behind you. The8 reluctantly goes, mumbling something under his breath as the other guy shakes his head.

“That’s right, listen to your boy. S.Coups knows what’s good.” Oddinary smirks, teasing the boy who could only clench his jaw as he looked over. “Well no name, welcome to the race.” She walks up to you, and gets close to your face, “Just saying, if you want to witness actual racing, drop the Limitless loser.” she whispers, “Finn,” 

“What.” 

“You have a race. Why not let Phobia take care of your girl, show her around, and explain the rules to her while you lose.” Oddinary looks at the other girl, who's smiling up at her. Sharing whatever plan they had between each other with only a look. As if they were speaking completely telepathically.

“I won’t lose.” 

“Doubt it,” Oddinary laughs, 

“Phobia! Get your ass over here!” Noeasy yells

“What? Stop yelling at me Noeasy, I’m literally right here,” a tall lanky, and in your opinion gorgeous, man walks up to the girls in front of you, his light pink hair styled up and away from his forehead. This man could be a fucking model.

“Meet no name. She’s with Finn, but he’s got a race to lose, so we need you to show her around, tell her the rules, you know the deal,” Noeasy explains as she peels you away from Finn.

“Shouldn’t one of the Limitless freaks do it?” Phobia runs his hand through his hair, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“You’ve been given a fucking order Phobia. Get to it.” Oddinary backs up her friend. 

“Fuck. Fine.” 

“Excuse me?” Noeasy questions.

“Yes Ma’ams,” he says as he rolls his eyes.

“That’s better,” Oddinary smiles. 

The power and control these two had over their group. Their dynamic. THAT was what made your skin crawl for the first time that night. It wasn’t the absolute adrenaline rush from Jake’s driving, it wasn’t the crowd of people who looked like they could eat you alive. It wasn’t the8’s way of sizing them up, or how Maniac almost looked ready to kill when Jake spoke to Oddinary with the slightest of attitudes. It was the way these two had complete control over the situation, how both groups seemed to listen to every word that left their lips.

Was this a fucking cult?

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My thoughts on The Marvels and Suggestion for an Alternate Ending

Oh thank goodness @yalocalfanficaddict you’re my new bestie, I’m proposing right now/lh

So… The Marvels

A lotta people think that it’s Bad™️ and I won’t say that their wrong per se but also think there’s more to it then that

Spoilers for the movie, obviously

Here’s who should watch it

1. People here for a silly goofy time; with low expectations

2. People who like cats eating people

3. People who like women

4. People who like muscular women in tank tops

5. People who had a musical phase and aren’t quite as over it as they’d like everyone to believe

6. People who think Kamala’s brother is attractive

7. Ms Marvel fans

8. Did I mention the cats?

If you’re coming to watch a serious Avengers: Endgame type movie, I’m sorry but this ain’t it. However- However, I do think it’s a very enjoyable film.

I went to see it with my sibling and we had a lotta fun, where there plot holes? Yeah and I’ll get into it a bit, but like the characters for the most part where very likable and fun to watch; there were some well done fight scenes and some character development that I think was pretty darn okay.

Here’s what I think didn’t work- the pacing felt at times a little off but I believe that’s because they could’ve lost their battles a little harder. The first few losses are devastating but the second half of the movie they had a pretty easy time and lost with minimal damage to themselves (physically and emotionally) and the civilians/cities.

Captain Marvel as a character is generally over powered. Thats kinda her whole deal. Which is great for Captian Marvel fans but bad for writers because how does one set up any sort of stakes for that?

The answer is to pull emotional punches - if you can’t level up physically, it has to be emotionally- which the movie *almost* manages to pull off. Carol struggles because she feels like she doesn’t measure up to the hero Monica saw as a child and the hero Kamala thinks she is. She thinks she has to earn her place with family, and the only way to do that is by solving everything and saving everyone on her own, but everything she does just ends up making things worse. She feels like she is responsible (and kinda is) for the genocide of an entire race and a half of people and has to shoulder the weight and grief of that on her own.

Which is A GREAT CONCEPT!! I love that!!!

The movie only half way fallows through with that though. At the three-quarters point of the film where the interpersonal conflict comes to head (where it always does), it doesn’t quite hit as hard as it should. It doesn’t make me feel it, I want the gut punch and stab in the back while you’re at it.

I think they apologized just a littttle too quickly, which *is* in character, but doesnt necessarily make for the most entertaining screen drama

Over all though, there was some very fun fight scenes- the characters basically have this thing where they switch locations if they use their powers so the first fight is actually three fights on like different planets before they meet and that was cool; really fun cinematography

The cgi was well done (in my unprofessional opinion) and the costumes looked pretty good over all

Kamala is my favorite as she’s a teenaged character who actually feels like a teenager

She’s also an artist and fangirl who animates and writes fanfic so obviously I love her but yeah she totally stole the show; her family is amazing as well; 20/10 for them

It is briefly implied that Valkyrie and Captain Marvel have some sort of relationship (platonic? Romantic? No idea, there were cheek greeting kisses)

Carol Denver is technically married to some random prince though she makes it abundantly clear that it is completely platonic and only for a political advantage, he belongs to a race of people that can only communicate through singing and musical improvs, there’s this whole bit and I freaking love it.

The prince gives off Conan Grey vibes, no I can’t explain, no there will be no further commentary on that.

There’s also a sequence where the flerken (space kitties with tentacles in their mouths) are eating crew members. It’s shot like a horror sequence but has the most beautiful operatic music behind it- ten out of ten, I absolutely adore every second of it

Things that I think could’ve been changed for a more satisfactory ending:

⁃ Carol has too darn of an easy time, here’s how I’d change the ending:

I would have her flying into and restarting the sun as WAY more of a big deal. I’m sorry but that was to easy, she was completely unscathed by that.

I would’ve also had that be the final sacrifice of the film, instead of Monica. Like I get that Monica’s set her up for multiverse nonsense but I would’ve rather her stayed and Carol being the one to give up everything to atone. Of course it would need a little more lead up, but Monica’s did as well.

Together with that, I wouldn’t have had the villain chick attack again after being impaled, I would’ve let it play out and given her a second look into her character and whether or not she’d forgive Carol. I probably wouldn’t let her ultimately live either- have them both die (or ‘die’ in carol’s case most likely knowing marvel).

I think this would give Kamala and Monica a satisfactory point to their character arcs as well- Monica having forgiven Carol and accepted her as family contrasting where the villain doesn’t, and Kamala to a point where she both recognizes her hero’s humanity and fallibility but also great sacrifice thus motivating her to do start a team and do better to live up to the name she’s picked for herself.

Overall I rate the movie an 8/10, Kamala stole the show, I loved Monica, there were some great scenes, I had a lot of fun and I totally recommend it to anyone who’s into that sorta thing <3

#this is not proof read #so sorry if there’s typos lol #the marvels #ms marvel #captain marvel #professor marvel #monica rambeau #carol denvers #kamala khan #mcu #ao3 shenanigans #not fanfiction

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Will You Remember Me As I Am Now? (The Red Room pt.10) | For the first time in your life, you understand what true happiness feels like, and it's both exciting and terrifying. You know now that you have to hold onto it before it's ripped away. (Marvel AU) – spotify playlist | read on ao3

Pairings | Kakashi Hatake x Black Widow!Reader + Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Orochimaru, Kabuto Yakushi

Warnings | female!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, abuse, violence, guns, manipulation, nightmares

Word count | 9.3k

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Life was pleasant.

You hadn't realized that a feeling like this existed. For as long as you could remember, your existence was contained within a small echo-chamber where you learned only about the world's cruelties. On a good day, you didn't add another scar to your seemingly never-ending collection. On a bad day, someone died at your hands. The bad days were often more frequent than the good ones.

But now, it seemed that the Red Room and all of the pain associated with it was just a distant memory. Even your nightmares had slowly faded away, only reappearing between long periods of restful nights.

The dizzying change wasn't necessarily hard to accept. Especially when you were becoming so attached to what your life had become.

Tonight, you'd been invited to Sakura's first movie night since she'd gotten back.

Kakashi was on your right side, tired eyes straining to focus on the movie. Naruto sat at his feet, leaning back on his legs and nodding off every few minutes. Sakura was pressed against your left side, leaning in your shoulder with a small, content smile. Sasuke was on the floor next to her, leaning just slightly on her legs and watching the screen with interest.

According to Sakura, movie night was a fairly normal activity for the four of them. Before she was taken, they'd had one at least once a week. However, when Kakashi had asked you to join them, he told you that this was their first time continuing the tradition since Sakura was taken. He could never bring himself to suggest it without Sakura being there, and Naruto and Sasuke never brought it up either.

So, while Sakura probably saw this as her reintegration of a continuous and simple tradition, you noticed the way that Kakashi glanced over the three kids fondly. Every now and then, you'd catch him looking at each of them as if taking a head count, just to make sure he had all of them there.

You couldn't remember what the name of the movie they'd chosen was. In all honestly, you were barely paying attention. From the moment Kakashi had sat down at your side, close enough that his arm was pressed against yours, you'd felt your heartbeat spike. Frustratingly, it refused to lower despite your best efforts to focus on the movie instead of the proximity.

This had been happening more and more recently. It frustrated you that you had little control over the way you reacted to his presence, and even more infuriating was that you didn't know why.

And you couldn't ask him. The thought alone made you want to crawl into a hole. But it was also becoming troublesome; it was getting harder and harder to sleep in the same bed as him when your heart was beating out of your chest. Some nights you worried he'd hear it, but he seemed perfectly normal.

So normal that it aggravated you.

Why were you so effected by his presence, yet he seemed perfectly fine? He slept peacefully. He rarely got flustered. He was acting the same as always, and while you were grateful that he wasn't confronting you about any odd behavior, it didn't seem fair that this mysterious nervousness was only effecting you.

However, now wasn't the time to ponder on the reasons. It was all you could do to keep your heart from racing. It was unfamiliar and unpleasant enough that you wished your body would just calm itself down without your intervention.

You were disappointed in yourself. Could you really not control anything about your body, from your actions to your feelings?

Sakura glanced at you when you shifted, trying to adjust and put as much space between you and Kakashi that you could. If it was the physical contact that made you so nervous, you knew that you should've just told him that you didn't want him touching you, but this felt different from the unpleasantness that you generally associated with touch. You were so confused, and it infuriated you.

Sakura was giving you continuous and frustratingly obvious glances whenever Kakashi shifted. You knew that she felt your heart-rate pick up, and this new tangle of emotions was not made any less frustrating by her knowing looks.

At one point during the movie—which you'd discovered through short intervals of attention was about a friendship between a fox and a dog—you noticed Sasuke's subtle nudge against Sakura's leg. It would've been easily mistakable as a shift in position, but the small glance that he shot her was painfully obvious to your well-trained eyes.

For a moment, neither Sasuke nor Sakura moved, and you felt it acceptable to let your guard down and shift your attention back to the movie. However, the moment you lifted your head, Sakura leaned closer to you and pressed herself into your side. She sighed happily as she pushed much more than her full weight on you, and while it wasn't necessarily strange that Sakura clung to you like this, her movements ended up crowding you against Kakashi's side. You were practically hip-to-hip now, though Kakashi didn't look anywhere near as startled as you felt by the change. In fact, he smoothly and nonchalantly pulled his arm from between your hips and laid it over the back of the couch behind your head. Your eyes widened, and your heartbeat picked up again despite his arm being a few inches from your neck. Sakura looked at the new position, and you wanted to shove her off the couch when a smug smile spread across her lips.

Kakashi, much to your chagrin, didn't look the least bit phased. He and Naruto were completely engrossed in the movie, oblivious to the silent war that you'd decided to start against Sakura and Sasuke.

"Psst," Sakura whispered, loud enough to pull Kakashi's attention away from the screen, "you're heart's beating pretty fast. Are you feeling okay?"

You heard the false concern in her voice, and you met her forced frown with a glare, pointedly facing her rather than Kakashi when he raised a brow at you and Sakura.

"I'm fine," you grit, closing your eyes when Kakashi's hand fell to your back to feel your racing heart for himself. He you'd become far more comfortable with his touch over the past few weeks, but now it was beginning to have the opposite effect that you wanted. You thought your heart might burst from your chest if this went on any longer.

"It is beating fast," Kakashi muttered, misguided concern in his voice. He probably thought you were having a panic attack, "you don't have to stay. Do you want to go back to our room?"

Our room. Damn him. Sakura covered her mouth to hide a snicker and Sasuke was grinning like a cheshire cat. Damn them too. Damn it all.

"Yeah," you said hoarsely, clearing your throat and stepping away from his touch, "that'd be good, I think."

You left the room quickly, steps echoing in the vast space of the lounge. The movie continued playing, and you released a heavy sigh when you entered Kakashi's room.

This was a fairly recent phenomenon. Your nervousness hadn't been this bad last week, and the week before you'd been perfectly content in Kakashi's presence. You'd still been able to sleep somewhat soundly, though you'd recently started facing away from him at night. It was hard to tell whether that was a result of growing trust or increased nervousness.

God, you were losing it. You were a spy. A former Black Widow. You were better than childish crushes, though you were really doing your best to convince yourself that there was something else going on. Unfortunately, that was the only explanation that you could come up with.

You couldn't really be blamed for it, though. Not when you got to see his face night after night, mask discarded like he was completely comfortable being so vulnerable around you.

It made you overthink to an infuriating extent.

You sat on the bed, thinking hard enough on this revelation that you'd slowly come to over the past week that you barely heard the door opening behind you. The fleeting hope that it was Sakura coming to check on you vanished when Kakashi's familiar weight sank into the bed.

"Sakura said I should come check on you," he said, and you closed your eyes. She really had it all planned out.

"I'm fine," you told him, careful not to let any emotion into your voice. What that translated as was a cold and closed-off response, which was likely not going to make him feel reassured by your answer.

"It's okay if you're not, you know."

Everything was becoming irritating. Kakashi. His unending patience. His warmth. How secure you felt around him. It was too good—too...safe. It was completely different from anything you'd ever experienced.

"I am," you sighed, deflating at his gentle tone. He nodded, leaning back on his hands and looking up at the ceiling.

A few months ago, the idea of adjusting to a place like this would've made you laugh. It hadn't been safety that you wanted, it had been routine. Order. Even if it was enforced by pain. In fact, that was something you were so used to that you would've welcomed it with open arms.

But even though the person you'd become was a far cry from who you were, you found yourself becoming more and more comfortable with yourself as each day passed. Each time Sakura laughed at your joked, or Sasuke asked to spar with you, or Naruto asked if you wanted to have ramen with him, you wondered what you had done to make them willing to spend time with you.

You wondered what you had done to make Kakashi feel safe in your presence. You wondered and wondered, but even when no answers came, you felt content.

You woke later that night frozen on your side of Kakashi's bed, gripping the sheets and trying to force yourself to breath. Tears rolled silently down your cheeks and dampened the pillow below you, but you were paralyzed, unable to move to wipe them away.

Kakashi hadn't stirred. It gave you the chance to collect your thoughts, though that was easier said than done. It had been a few weeks since your last nightmare, but your reaction to them kept increasing in intensity. You had grown too used to a pleasant night's sleep. Now your nightmares seemed even more daunting than before, and the idea of sleeping without Kakashi was equally as terrifying.

It took a few minutes to get your stiff limbs to begin moving. Eventually, you stood from the bed and shuffled towards the door to Kakashi's small balcony. The air was crisp, and you took in a deep breath once you'd closed the door behind you.

Your gut was churning.

Things had been quiet at the compound since you and Kakashi finished the mission. Your wounds had fully healed, and with less prominent marks than many of your other scars thanks to Kakashi and Sakura's superior medical care.

Everything was fine. Nothing was out of the ordinary, and HYDRA didn't seem to be a threat to you now. Your previous suspicious that Sakura was still in danger despite Kakashi's reassurances were disappearing with each day that passed, as was the fear that you were losing your mind. Adjusting was becoming easier and easier, and it seemed that way for Sasuke and Naruto as well. You were fitting into their little family with more ease than before.

But looking out at the calm, clear night sky, you felt a familiar, unpleasant feeling in your stomach. It was probably the Widow whispering in your ear, convincing you that all of this was too good to be true, but you felt that there was something else. Something that was giving you this gut feeling.

"Maa," Kakashi muttered behind you. You listened to each of his footsteps as he walked to your side; now, with your lingering sense of dread, it was harder to focus on your nervousness. You studied the surrounding area carefully, looking for a threat that had likely never been there in the first place, "aren't you cold?"

Right. It was the middle of winter, and the middle of the night, but you'd neglected to wear a jacket. In all honestly, you'd barely noticed your poor clothing choice, too caught up in your panic to think of anything but the endearing pull of fresh air.

"A bit," you shrugged, "I just wanted to come out for a second. I'll come back in soon."

Kakashi shrugged, but before you could stop him, he had disappeared inside and returned with a jacket. You'd seen him wearing it when he left the compound for missions, and he generally kept it hung over his desk chair. You felt your nervousness returning when he draped it over your shoulders.

His hands brushed against your arms as they pulled away, and you closed your eyes to try and stop yourself from visibly shivering. Every time he did that, you wanted to grab his hand and keep him close, just to stay in his peaceful presence a little bit longer. The foreign urge made you want to scream; a few months ago, you would have scoffed at the idea of feelings like this. They made people weak and soft.

But now you understood the appeal to a frustrating extent. You still heard Orochimaru's voice like a devil on your shoulder whispering in your ear, telling you that this was why so many Widows died before their time. Their feelings—their humanity—were their downfall. And you'd always looked down on them, just like all the others.

How had you become your own worst fear in so little time?

Was this the person you'd hoped to become? Had you ever hoped to become anything?

You stood with him in silence, listening to the wind rustle the trees and scanning between the trunks, triple checking that there was nothing lurking just out of view.

"What's bothering you?"

It was only logical to tell him about this foreboding feelings, but you also didn't want to raise any alarms if you were just getting worked up over a gut feeling. You had no desire to send Kakashi on another goose chase—not now that things had actually calmed down enough for him to relax.

"Nothing."

He accepted your answer with a nod and further silence. It sent a rush of gratitude through you, and you turned to face him before you could think better of it. You ignored the Widow's voice and Orochimaru's reprimands in your head telling you that acting on childish feelings would only create weakened resolve and depleted strength.

But you felt powerful when you were with Kakashi. Orochimaru's teachings had far too many holes for them to have the same grasp on you as they did before. Especially now that you understood more accurately what humanity entailed.

It felt like freedom.

Kakashi met your gaze, elbows still resting on the railing, but he shot up when you lunged at him. He was frozen in place as you wrapped your arms around his waist, keeping him locked in a tight hug. You were unsure of yourself, and you worried when he didn't respond to your gesture that you'd done something wrong—were hugs meant to be this tight? Should you have given him some sort of warning? Sakura had never minded hugs like this, but that was different. Hugging Sakura never made you feel like your heart was going to burst from your chest, or that your stomach was turning itself over again and again.

It took Kakashi a few seconds to recover, and you thought that he'd stopped breathing in that time, but when he regained his senses he was quick to reciprocate. You let out a sigh when he wrapped an arm around your waist and brought the other to the back of your head, pressing it firmly into his chest and letting out a deep, relieved breath. You felt it against your cheek, a comforting warmth in the cold night air.

You weren't sure what possessed you to do this; it was both brave and, from what Kakashi had seen, completely out of character. But it was something you were desperate for. Just one touch that provided comfort—one reassurance that you were allowed to be someone new. That you were allowed to choose who you wanted to become, and feel these new emotions that had always been forbidden before.

I'll teach you how to be human.

Kakashi's words echoed in your mind, and you thought about how much he had already done. About the progress you'd made in so little time. You were proud of yourself. For the first time in your life, you felt that you'd accomplished something for your own sake rather than someone else's.

Kakashi pressed a kiss to the top of your head, hands still pressed against your back to keep you close.

Maybe, just for this moment, it was okay to ignore your worry. Things were so good, and if this forboding feeling would go away you'd be able to relax. Maybe this kind of gesture wouldn't feel so significant. Maybe, after enough time, it would become normal to hug Kakashi. To hug Sakura, and even Sasuke and Naruto. To be part of a family. To have a home.

"Is this okay?" you croaked, swallowing against your dry throat. "Can I do this?"

"Yes," he whispered back.

You'd never been held before. Not like this.

Everything about your life now was so precious. You were becoming more and more desperate to keep it safe.

You also noticed through the contented haze of your thoughts that Kakashi's heart was beating just as fast as your own.

The next morning, you woke up alone.

Muffled voices slipped under the door, and you could make out Kakashi's voice directing the three kids as they cooked breakfast. You could smell something sweet all the way in the closed bedroom, and it lured you from the warmth of Kakashi's blankets. You trudged into the kitchen groggily, following the sounds of Naruto's shout of surprise and Sasuke's angry groan.

The kitchen was a disaster. The flour that Naruto had supposedly just spilled was spread over the counter and the floor, and some of it had somehow ended up on Sasuke and Kakashi. Sakura had sidestepped the mess and spotted you before the others.

"Ah!" she smacked Kakashi's shoulder, eyes wide in surprise, "Good morning! You're up early, huh?"

"I always get up early," you grumbled, narrowing your eyes at the frozen group, "what's going on?"

"Uh..." Naruto looked around, dusting flour off of the counter and running his hands over it frantically until he found a small, cylindrical object, "happy birthday!"

Confetti shot out of the small tube, and you watched it flutter to the ground to reveal a still-grinning Naruto. You blinked at him, completely bewildered. Birthday? Whose birthday was it?

"What's all this?" you asked, approaching the mess on the counter. From the looks of it, they were in the middle of making pancakes. There was a stack of them on a plate and a mixture of ingredients in a bowl in Sasuke's hands for more batter, which was presumably where the flour mishap had happened.

"Duh. I just told you! It's for your birthday!"

"It's...not my birthday."

"Huh?" Naruto turned towards Kakashi, "but you said...Kakashi-sensei! Did you get the day wrong?"

How would Kakashi know your birthday? You didn't even know your birthday. The concept of birthdays was practically nonexistent in the Red Room; you'd never really given a second thought to yours. When you discovered that people celebrated theirs every year, you thought it was a useless, time-wasting tradition.

"I saw it in your file at the bunker," Kakashi explained when he saw your puzzled expression. You looked at him, but you had to quickly avert your eyes from his soft smile, showing itself in his eyes above his mask.

Oh. So he...remembered your birthday? And went to all this trouble just for a day that was fairly insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

Huh.

You felt your heart skip a beat as you stared at the man, eyes wide and mouth agape. You probably looked comical, and the grin on Sakura's face told you that you weren't being very subtle about your conflicted feelings.

"We made you breakfast!" Naruto said happily. He slid the full plate of pancakes across the table at you, then gave you a wide assortment of syrups and fruits. You approached the table carefully, still reeling from the fact that today was your birthday, and that the others had decided to do something for you to celebrate.

"Eat," Sakura smiled, softer than her previous one. She seemed to understand your confusion, even though she hadn't experienced it herself. Being in the Red Room since birth creates a detachment from one's identity that was hard for you to reconcile now that you were out, independent of Orochimaru's will, "we made it for you."

"Thank you," you muttered, chest warming as you looked at the small buffet that they'd created. Naruto kept pulling toppings out of the fridge—first whipped cream, then chocolate syrup, then strawberries.

"Eat! We're making more, so don't worry about leaving any for us."

It was the first time you'd ever tried pancakes, a fact that you informed the four of as you ate your fill. Naruto looked horrified, mouth open wide before he began shouting about how sad it must've been for you. You didn't attempt to remind him that you'd never exactly been worried about the lack of pancakes in your life.

"Try this one!" Sakura grinned as she pushed a large, spotted pancake towards you, "it's chocolate chip and it's amazing."

"Is not," Sasuke grumbled, ducking away from Sakura's attempt to shove him to the side. "What? They're too sweet."

"Mm," you hummed around your first bite, smiling at the two, "'s good."

"Tch. You all have bad taste."

Sakura glared at Sasuke and caught sight of his plate despite his best efforts to hide it.

"Ew, are you putting raisins in yours, weirdo?"

Kakashi reached over Sakura for the spatula that she was waving at Sasuke and flipped the remaining pancakes on the griddle. When he'd finished, he slid it back into her hand and watched her smack Sasuke's with it.

"Don't insult our pancakes when yours looks like they came out of a retirement home."

Naruto giggled, and you smiled to yourself as they bickered. Kakashi continued making the pancakes with each of the kids' chosen toppings, unfazed by the escalating argument that Naruto had become involved in after an insult to his own topping choice.

"Shut up, Naruto! You add an ungodly amount of chocolate to yours, so you have no room to talk!"

"You shut up! Chocolate is the best topping, believe it!"

Kakashi shook his head at their bickering, and you could see his eyes scrunching as he smiled behind his mask. You were glad that Sakura was enthralled with her argument, too distracted to see your cheeks turning red as you watched Kakashi's emotions through his eyes.

You pictured his face under the mask, smile small but still so full of joy. He really was beautiful.

You choked as the thought crossed your mind. Kakashi glanced up when you practically inhaled the bit of pancake you'd been chewing hit your chest to try and dislodge it from your windpipe.

Beautiful? You had never really been interested in those kinds of observations before. Sure, you could acknowledge things that were beautiful versus not, and you knew what features people generally found attractive, but this was an entirely new feeling.

Every day you added to the list of things that were new about your life. It was exhausting.

But it was also exciting. That was another new feeling. You constantly felt excited about this new life you'd been given.

"Don't choke," Kakashi griped after you'd finished coughing.

"Helpful," you grumbled, avoiding his curious gaze and looking instead at where the kids were still arguing. Sakura had Sasuke in a chokehold, grinning at him as she held him up by the throat. The boy looked like he was starting to go blue in the face; he was tapping Sakura's arm in an attempt to alleviate the pressure, but she just tightened her hold. Naruto had gone silent, argument forgotten as he grabbed Sakura's shoulder with a nervous smile.

"Uh, Sakura? I think he's had enough..."

Sakura looked up, and you finally got a clear look at the smile on her face. Rather than the playful, slightly guilty one that you'd expected, it was a familiar smirk that greeted you.

"Kakashi," you barked, but the man had already realized what was going on and taken action. He jumped at Sakura and freed Sasuke from her hold. You heard the boy coughing and taking in gasps of air before you lunged for Sakura, ignoring the part of your mind that was begging for this to be a dream, focusing instead on the problem right in front of you.

Save her, a part of you screamed. It was the part that she had helped you unlock. It was the one that had been growing since you escaped. It was one that you wanted to hold on to.

Stop her, another voice said, old and familiar like a long-forgotten friend. It was the Widow's voice, reaching out to you again after her long silence. Her phantom hands pressed against your back and pushed you towards Sakura—towards the threat—before she could reach Naruto. The boy had taken a defensive position, but he looked considerably more hesitant to engage with his friend than you felt. Before Sakura had a chance to lunge at him, you wrapped your arms around her waist and threw yourself back so that she landed on top of you.

"Sakura!" you shouted at her, wrapping your legs around her waist at the same time that Naruto and Kakashi grabbed each of her arms and pinned them to the ground. You could still hear Sasuke catching his breath a few feet away, and you tried not to focus on how pained his breathing sounded or how hard Sakura must have tried to kill him.

Not Sakura, you reminded yourself, Orochimaru.

"Sakura, you're stronger than he is," you grunted. Sakura growled, the sound almost animalistic, and Kakashi grabbed the back of her head before she could launch it back into your nose. She snarled again, baring her teeth at him and continuing her vicious fight against the three of you, "Sakura, please! If you can hear me, then fight!"

Her struggle continued, and you tightened your hold on her when her movements became more sporadic.

"Orochimaru," Kakashi said over Sakura, voice carrying across the room and leaving an echo in its wake. Sakura had gone silent in an instant, full attention on Kakashi, "interesting. So you can hear us and see us through her eyes?"

Sakura's eyes were blank, as if her body had been left vacant for a split second. Then she was blinking, and though her body had gone still in your arms, her lips split into a smirk.

"Sakura–" you croaked, tears burning in your eyes as the girl craned her neck as best she could to look at you. When she saw your broken expression, her smirk split into a grin and she let out a laugh.

"My Widow," Sakura whispered, studying your scar as if to confirm your identity, "I hope you enjoyed this phase of rebellion, but I've come to collect what you owe me."

"She doesn't owe you anything!"

"Quiet," Sakura hissed, whipping her head towards Naruto and silencing him with a single, scathing glare, "she owes me everything. She owes me her life. And that is what I've come to collect."

You could feel yourself beginning to shut down. These words were so familiar, and it had been far too long since you'd been reminded of your place. It was a shock to be thrown back into the mind of the Widow, but Orochimaru's were enough of a catalyst. Your head was spinning, and you fought to regain control over your senses despite feeling waves of nausea crashing into you.

"I want to kill you more than anything," Orochimaru said, and the words felt like daggers coming from Sakura's mouth.

This feeling of complete and utter helplessness was what you'd been battling against all this time. It was what you thought you'd overcome, but you were the same as before. You hadn't changed at all, and this was proof. One word from Orochimaru, and you were falling back into your bad habits like they were old friends welcoming you home.

It was as comforting as it was painful.

"It's an ironic kind of punishment for both of us that you're what I need to go back."

"You're more delusional than I expected."

Sakura turned towards Kakashi this time, blank expression focused on him. She studied him carefully, looking between his eyes for any hint of emotion other than forced indifference. He didn't blink.

"Hatake," she finally said with another grin.

"It's good to finally meet you, snake," Kakashi said patiently, still holding Sakura's arm despite her lack of struggle, "I hope you know that this is technically trespassing on SHIELD property."

"You stole something from me," Sakura shot back, "and I've come to collect it."

"You haven't come to collect anything," Kakashi shook his head, leaning closer to Sakura and looking into her eyes. Into the eyes that Orochimaru was watching him through, "you're nothing more than a coward. Not even brave enough to confront me face-to-face."

"You?" Sakura cackled. It sounded wrong coming from her, "I have no interest in you, or any confrontation. What I want is very simple. And I'm willing to offer a trade."

"We don't want anything from you–"

"Freedom," Sakura interrupted Naruto sharply, glaring at him intensely. Naruto flinched at the unfamiliar expression on Sakura's face and turned away, "for Sakura. That is what I'm offering. All I'm asking in return is for my Widow back."

That's it?

It seemed like an easy trade-off. Sakura's freedom? You were willing to give anything for that. Giving yourself up was always an option you'd considered, and now you had the opportunity to save her. She could finally live without fear, and without Orochimaru's control looming over her like puppet strings.

Freedom was the only thing you wanted for her. It was never something you expected for yourself, even if you'd momentarily deluded yourself into thinking it was a possibility.

Trying to be human had proven too difficult for you. Orochimaru was calling you, and you would answer with a promise of loyalty. For Sakura, you would give yourself back to him in a heartbeat.

"No."

You froze, limbs seizing at Kakashi's declaration. You stared wide-eyed at the ground, hearing only your quiet breaths as they began to quicken.

Then, like a switch flipping within you, anger crashed into you in waves.

"It'll only be a matter of time until we figure out how you're controlling her," Kakashi was saying, though you could barely hear him through the ringing in your ears and the heaviness of your breathing, "and then you'll have no power over us anymore."

A hypocrite. That's all Kakashi was. For all his talk about not wanting to be Orochimaru and about giving you back control of your own life, he was standing in front of you—not even looking at you—and deciding with no hesitation that you couldn't save Sakura.

No, that new, happier voice said. She could barely be heard over the Widow's ferocious anger, but she clawed her way to the surface and fought desperately to speak, don't do this. That's Orochimaru's voice in your head. That is exactly what he wants you to believe.

The Widow fought against this new voice, but she dug her fingers into your mind and refused to let go.

If you tell yourself that Kakashi is the enemy, you'll alienate yourself from the only people who have ever seen you as an individual. That's exactly what Orochimaru wants. Kakashi is just trying to–

"Wha...what's going on?"

Sakura's voice had changed again. It sounded terrified, and you realized that you were still immobilizing her in a vice-like grip. Despite your previous anger, you glanced at Kakashi almost involuntarily for confirmation that Orochimaru had let go of his hold on her.

"M-my head," she whispered, pressing her palms against her forehead and letting out a panicked, broken sob, "it hurts. Ah–Kakashi-sensei, it...it feels like I'm dying."

"Sakura," Kakashi yelled when the girl began to fall to the side, slumping into Kakashi arms and letting out sporadic, wheezing exhales, "Sakura, does anything else hurt?"

"I'm dying," Sakura choked, curling into herself on Kakashi lap and holding the back of her head against her chest, "it hurts so bad. I think...am I going to die?"

"No, Sakura, you're–"

"I don't wanna die. I can't...I just came back. I just came home. Please, just don't let me die."

"Orochimaru is still controlling her," you muttered, kneeling next to Sakura and placing a hand against her forehead. Her temperature was normal, "he's making her feel like this. He wants us to see it so we'll break."

And it was working.

Kakashi's indifferent mask had broken into something pained and terrified. Naruto was rambling to Sakura, telling her that everything was going to be okay. Sasuke was standing behind Kakashi, throat bruised with her handprint and fists clenched tight at his sides. He stared at Sakura with a pain in his eyes that you had never seen before.

You could stop this. It was such an easy problem to solve that it was almost laughable.

"Stop," you muttered, pulling Sakura's shoulder so that she was facing you. Your throat tightened at the sight of her face, streaked with tears and twisted in pain, "stop this. You can have me, so stop hurting her."

It took a moment, but you saw the shift that took place on Sakura's face. The pain fell away, and then that emptiness was back. You almost preferred the pain to this—she looked like a corpse.

"Think this through," Kakashi said next to you, voice shaky as he stared down at Sakura's limp body, "we can figure something else out."

"There is no other option, Kakashi," you muttered, anger forgotten. You were too tired for anger. You had already made up your mind. "You have your family. They can all be safe again."

Kakashi stared at you, eyebrows pinched together and still just as pained as they were before. You wanted to run a hand over his forehead and smooth out the frustrated wrinkles in his skin. You wanted to tell him that this was okay with you. That this was what you wanted. To protect Sakura. To protect him and Naruto and Sasuke. To give them back their lives.

They had a chance to be a safe. You weren't going to let them give that up.

Sakura began to move slowly. Her movements were robotic enough that Kakashi and Naruto allowed her to stand, though they stayed close to her side and followed her to the kitchen. She picked up a spare napkin from breakfast and swiped away your empty plate with little regard to it shattering on the floor.

"Pen."

It wasn't Orochimaru's voice, but it wasn't Sakura's voice either. It was like an empty void had taken hold of her, expending only the energy necessary to complete its task.

Sasuke placed a blunt marker into her waiting hand, though she didn't seem bothered by the divergence from her instructions. Instead, she scribbled something on the napkin, then handed it to you with empty eyes. She was looking right through you, recognizing you only as the recipient of the note that she'd written. On it was an address.

"This is your house," you muttered, glancing at Kakashi with wide eyes.

"Meet there," Sakura commanded monotonously. Then, with no warning, she crumpled to the ground.

For as long as you had known her, Sakura had been fascinated by mythology.

She would tell you stories when the darkness of a cell became suffocating for both of you. She would whisper the words with so much excitement, wanting to share the stories that you'd never had the opportunity to hear. She'd tell you about Helen and Artemis and the magnificent creatures that lurked in forests and within caves. She transported you into a world wholly different from your own, where you could imagine yourself sailing the Aegean Sea in the open air, part of an equal collective of heroes whose responsibilities matched your own. Where you could swim with mermaids and face Charybdis' crashing waves and the monstrous form of Scylla. Where pain was simply a part of adventure rather than a means of control.

When you were free, she gave you the book of Greek myths that Kakashi had read to her as a child. She said that you always seemed interested in what you had to say, and you kept it by your bedside in Kakashi's room and reread the stories that Sakura had once told you. You told her every time she asked what you thought that you preferred the way she told them.

You remembered reading about the HYDRA. That was one story that Sakura never told when you were both in the Red Room. You had stared at the detailed painting of its long, snaking heads and the sharp points of its teeth and wondered if this was how Orochimaru saw himself. As one of those terrifying creatures, looming over the world like a god and multiplying each time he raised a girl to become a killer.

The Hydra had poisonous blood so virulent that even its scent was deadly. The Hydra possessed many heads and had regenerative power: for every head chopped off, the Hydra would regrow two in its place.

Orochimaru had left Kakashi's door hanging open in invitation. Kakashi's hands were wrapped tight around the steering wheel, though you were doing your best not to look at him. You almost couldn't stand the tension in the car or the silence that had persisted since Sakura passed out. She was sitting in between Naruto and Sasuke in the back seat, slumped on Sasuke's shoulder and supported by Naruto's arms around her waist, holding her steady. She hadn't stirred since she collapsed.

Kabuto was waiting for you in the doorway. You felt a chill race down your spine at the sight of him, and you could already feel yourself beginning to shut down. You could practically feel the intensity of his gaze, and you wondered if the slight ache in your cheek was a phantom pain that originated from your many memories of his fists hitting you again and again, insisting that pain was the only way to make you stronger.

You had become so weak. You hadn't realized it before, but you'd been too relaxed while you were with Kakashi and the others. You'd let your guard down for too long, and now you were paying for it.

Kakashi didn't move when you opened the car door. You glanced back at Naruto and Sasuke with a silent but firm order: do not come out of the car.

Kabuto didn't move when you began approaching him. His face remained expressionless, though you could see the tension in his body. His hands were balled into fists, and when you finally stopped a few feet away from him, his eyes narrowed just slightly.

Kakashi opened his door at the same time that Kabuto took a single step forward and slapped you across the cheek. The strength of it left your face stinging, and you felt your lip beginning to bleed where a ring had caught on the skin. It was far too familiar to be surprising.

"You have no idea how much you've destroyed," Kabuto said, and you only began to understand just how angry he was when you heard his voice. It was low and dangerous; the man was usually more composed than anyone you'd ever met. This level of anger from him was new territory. "If we didn't need you, I'd kill you where you stand."

You kept your lips sealed shut, ignoring Kakashi standing at your back. You saw Kabuto's eyes shift to meet his and waited with shallow breaths for one of them to move. You certainly wouldn't be the first.

"I see you've found another master," Kabuto sneered, glaring at you once again when he'd finished studying the indifferent expression on Kakashi's face. Kabuto grabbed your shirt and jerked you forward, his movements sudden and sporadic. You reached back and caught Kakashi's arm just as he began to move it. This wasn't the time to hinder Kabuto or Orochimaru from doing what they wanted. Not with Sakura's life on the line.

Kakashi's arm was tense in your grip. You tightened your fingers around his wrist just slightly, hoping that your silent reassurance would be conveyed in the gesture.

You knew it would only do so much. Time and time again, Sakura was being ripped away from him. He had to be sick of seeing her in pain.

And one cause of that pain was standing right in front of him.

Kabuto pulled you close enough that his lips were next to your ear. You felt warm breath on your skin and closed your eyes, fighting not to shrink away.

"You're nothing," he hissed. "Don't forget that just because you're needed."

You knew what you were. You had always known—you had just forgotten. For the briefest moment, you'd deluded yourself into thinking that you could mean something. That you could become someone.

A pipe dream. That was all it would ever be.

The creature was so poisonous that it killed men with its breath, and if anyone passed by when it was sleeping, they breathed its tracks and died in the greatest torment. Even the smallest contact with the Hydra’s blood could be fatal.

Orochimaru was waiting for you on Kakashi's couch. He didn't seem bothered by Kakashi's presence at your side; he must've been confident in the threat that he was holding over you both. He knew after Kakashi's many attempts to get Sakura back that he wouldn't risk her. Not for you.

Kabuto had said it himself. You were nothing.

When you saw Orochimaru for the first time after so long, it felt like you'd never left his side. You mind went blank, and you froze where you stood. You barely noticed Kakashi's pack scattered around the room, all motionless but still visibly breathing.

You were at attention, though you made sure that you weren't looking directly at Orochimaru. He didn't tolerate eye contact with his Widows. He claimed that it made them seem too human—too emotional. He wanted complete detachment from any kind of personal connection with you. To the Widows, Orochimaru wanted to be a god—untouchable and all-powerful.

You couldn't move. Your body wasn't responding to any of your brain's commands. You just stood, waiting for your fate like a deer waiting patiently for headlights to meet it. Orochimaru stood from the couch in silence, calm and collected and appearing as if he was in complete control of his emotions.

You tried to embody that same control, but found that panic mounted within you each time he took a step in your direction. By the time he had stopped in front of you, you'd stopped breathing altogether in an effort to hide your fear. To hide how terrified you were at the idea of going back to him. Any residual longing you'd felt for the familiarity of the Red Room disappeared as you stared at the wall next to him, eyes and lungs burning. With Orochimaru so close for the first time in months, you wondered how you had ever wanted to be near someone who's entire being screamed danger.

Orochimaru didn't move for a long moment. When he did, you felt the pressure of his cold fingers gripping your chin. He moved your face until you were forced to meet his gaze.

Terror seized your body when you finally looked into Orochimaru's cold, snake-like eyes. He was looking at you like he could see into the very depths of your soul, and you finally exhaled in a choked, broken whimper. There was the slightest upward twitch of Orochimaru's lips.

"You've made things very difficult for me," he said, the words slithering from his mouth like a snake escaping a cage. You felt them coiling around your throat with the familiar intent to kill. Despite how calm he may have looked, you had been studying him for signs of anger your whole life. His fury was practically dripping from the corners of his mouth as his lips shifted up into a smirk, "but even so, I've decided that you still have a place as a Widow."

Orochimaru's fingers had tightened on your chin, and his smile had widened into something crazed.

"You want that, don't you?"

Speaking seemed like an impossible task, but you forced your lips to part and felt the expected answer forming in your throat.

"Yes," you croaked, though it was hardly convincing. Orochimaru laughed and turned you around to face Kakashi and Kabuto where they stood in the doorway. Orochimaru's fingers fell to the back of your neck, and you recognized the warning in his tight grip.

"Then why don't you tell that to Hatake before he does something he'll regret."

You took a moment to clear the fog from your mind and look at Kakashi. The indifferent mask had fallen from his face, and Orochimaru seemed to see how desperate he was to stop the scene that was unfolding in front of him. Kabuto was keeping him far enough from you that he wouldn't interfere, but his shoulders were rising and falling too quickly to be from anything but panic. He looked ready to lunge towards you the second he found an opening.

His eyes met yours immediately when you turned around, searching for anything other than the desperate terror and resigned acceptance that he saw.

You wished you felt brave enough to speak. To reassure him and stop him from panicking when he didn't need to.

Don't move. Don't let him hurt her. It's okay. This was always going to happen.

"Tell him," Orochimaru ordered, "where it is that you belong."

His hand on the back of your neck felt like a shock to your system, waking you to the reality of what was happening. You were back in Orochimaru's cruel hands, waiting with bated breath for his next move. But through your hazy panic, one thought fought through and left your lips before you could even consider stopping it.

"Not until you fix her."

Kabuto froze at your words. He knew that as well as you did that ignoring Orochimaru's orders almost always ended in death.

"You offered a trade," you croaked. You voice sounded weak, and you almost felt ashamed that Kakashi was seeing you at such a low point, "so hold up your end of the bargain."

"Look at you," Orochimaru said with another laugh, condescension dripping from the words, "I almost want to be proud, but you and I both know that you weren't raised to speak out against me."

You wished you had never left. You wished you had just given Sakura to Kakashi the day that he came for her and gone back inside. You wished that he had left you there.

"You forgot your place, and now you've made it my job to remind you," Orochimaru hissed in your ear. "Now tell him where you belong."

"No," you whispered, the word so faint that you weren't even sure if you'd said it. But the tightening of Orochimaru's fingers around your neck was evidence enough that he'd heard you. Kakashi took a step forward, but froze when Kabuto raised a gun and pointed it at his chest. His wide eyes were still studying you, watching every minute reaction to Orochimaru's torment.

The man that he'd been itching to get his hands on was right here in front of him. He was close enough that he could take one leap forward and close his hands around the man's throat. He could fix this. He could stop you from giving yourself back to him.

"Kakashi-sensei!"

Naruto's voice was high and panicked on the opposite side of the door. He was keeping his distance, and it was clear that he didn't see you or Orochimaru standing in the center of the room, but Orochimaru still held tight to your neck to keep you from moving towards the boy. You closed your eyes and fought against the urge to follow Naruto's distressed cry.

Kakashi's reaction was instantaneous. He had turned around in a heartbeat, ignoring Kabuto's weapon and taking a step out of the house to face Naruto.

"Sakura's seizing!"

Kakashi's body went taut at the same time that all of the fight drained from your body. This was it. This was Orochimaru's trump card; the one thing that he could hold over your head that would make you do anything he asked.

He could kill Sakura. He didn't even have to be in the same room as her to make her heart stop.

"That's enough," you croaked, attempting to face Orochimaru but stopping when he thumb pressed deep into the junction of your neck, "I understand. I belong in the Red Room. I-I belong to you."

You heaved against the panic that still swirled in your stomach. Nausea was crashing in waves inside of you, and you thought you would've collapsed had it not been for Orochimaru holding you up by your throat.

"She stopped!" Sasuke shouted, voice farther from the house than Naruto's. Kakashi visibly relaxed and ordered Naruto to go back to the car and watch over Sakura. Naruto didn't protest.

Kabuto looked satisfied by your compliance, but Orochimaru was still tight. There was a long pause after your words, and you wondered if it was too late to give him the answer he wanted. Maybe you'd already dug your grave deep enough to lay in.

I belong to you.

You tried to change. You tried to escape. You tried to become human.

It just wasn't what fate had in store for you.

"Good."

Orochimaru's grip slackened, and he let you fall past his fingers until your knees hit the floor with a hard thump. You stared down at the wood with wide eyes, wondering how everything had changed so fast. Just this morning you'd discovered that today was your birthday, and Kakashi was making you pancakes with the kids. And not even two hours had passed.

Kakashi knelt in front of you with little concern about Kabuto or Orochimaru. You couldn't bare to look at him—not after he'd seen what Orochimaru could do to you. At how quickly you'd let him erase months of progress.

You felt hesitant, careful fingers brushing against your cheeks, and when you didn't react to the touch, Kakashi pressed his hands on either side of your face and lifted it so that you were forced to meet his eyes. It was a much gentler way of meeting your eyes, and you felt a deep sense of longing for it.

"I'm sorry," you croaked, "I tried."

He shook his head, brushing his thumb under your eye to keep a tear from falling. He was close enough that you knew Kabuto and Orochimaru wouldn't be able to see the movement, but neither were paying attention to the scene. Kabuto was waiting impatiently for Orochimaru to become bored with the emotional display, but Orochimaru was silently standing a few steps from you, barely paying attention to what the scene.

"Don't do this," Kakashi whispered. You wondered if you could trap the sound of his voice in your mind and hold on to it while you rotted away in the depths of the Red Room, "we can protect her."

"I know we can," you said back with a slight smile. You pressed a hand against his and closed your eyes, wondering why you hadn't accepted this kindness from him earlier. Maybe you would've gotten more of it before it was ripped away. Enough that it would take longer to forget the feeling of how warm his hand felt against your skin. But you knew that the feeling would slip away before you were ready to let it go, "just make sure she doesn't blame herself for this."

"I can protect you both," he pleaded. Your breath hitched, though it sounded more like a broken sob. Kakashi's face fell even further.

No one had ever protected you. No one had ever been given the chance. And no matter how much you wished it, Kakashi wouldn't be able to either.

"Take care of them."

Some ancient writers tried to come up with a rational explanation for the myth of the Hydra. Heraclitus, for example, suggested that the Hydra really had only one head, but was accompanied by its numerous brood—that is, the Hydra was really many snakes rather than a single many-headed snake.

"One of your doctors is a Widow," Orochimaru told Kakashi from the doorway, "her name is Shizune. She's the reason that Sakura's examinations weren't conclusive. You'll be able to get answers from her after six months have passed. In those six months, I won't have any use for Sakura, so unless you come looking for me or my Widows, she won't be in danger."

"Absolutely not. That's not what we agreed–"

"You have no bargaining power," Orochimaru snapped, looking down on Kakashi like the man was an ant that he wanted to crush. You shrunk away from him and back towards Orochimaru to avoid any further retaliation against either of you. Kakashi's hands fell from your face as you leaned away, and you tried not to feel like you were ripping yourself away from the only chance you'd ever had at happiness.

"Forget the Red Room and any connection you and Sakura have to it, and you won't ever have to see it again."

You were hesitant to look at Kakashi again, but the fury on his face when you did left you paralyzed.

Was that anger for Sakura?

Was it for you?

"Understand one thing," Kakashi said lowly, eyes alight with an unfamiliar rage, "I'll never forget this. And one way or another, I'll see you again."

"If that days comes," Orochimaru said with a dark smile, lips split like an open wound, "it'll be your last moments alive."

A sharp sting in your neck finally made you look away from Kakashi. His eyes widened when your body went slack and you fell to the side. He reached forward and caught your head before it could hit the floor, but his hand quickly disappeared when you were lifted into less gentle arms. You recognized the grip as Kabuto's, and despite your best efforts to stay conscious enough to be aware of your surroundings, darkness quickly swallowed your vision.

The Hydra's one immortal head was cut off with a golden sword given to Heracles by Athena. Heracles placed the head—still alive and writhing—under a great rock on the sacred way between Lerna and Elaius, and dipped his arrows in the Hydra's poisonous blood.

The last thing you saw was Kakashi, out of focus and still kneeling on the ground with his hands resting on the floor in front of him. Darkness prevailed, and freedom slipped through your fingers.

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Author's note | i'm sorry this chapter took me so long. i rewrote the end after i had it basically finished because i didn't love how it turned out, but i think i'm happy with how it ended up. it also ended up being very long oops. please let me know what you think!

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Hiya, body language anon back already because I’m in my element (and I’m lying in my bed sick and have nothing better to do, ha!).

My little observation brings us back all the way to Bahrain. The year is still 2023. It was the first time Max’s feet movements made me perk up, and I haven’t moved on ever since.

Max is sitting in the post-quali press con the way he always does, with one foot propped up. He’s only half-listening to everything happening around him. At one point he takes a brief glance at Charles… and gets caught - Charles notices him and turns his head towards him. Max’s reaction? He doesn’t say anything, but gives him a small smile, then quickly averts his gaze and starts picking at his pinky. (Charles shares his smile and reaches for his ear, but he was already fidgeting with the brim of his cap so let’s keep our focus on Max.) Because Max acts a bit flustered, shy even, right? With him averting his gaze, picking at his finger to release his nervous energy, I mean. But it’s not a too over-the-top reaction, if you feel a bit nervous around someone you tend to do that. It’s small, nothing too noticeable, you want to occupy your mind after that quick awkward exchange. But Max’s reaction to getting caught is actually quite intense… and the icing on the cake is that his nervous energy begins pooling inside him even before Charles catches him. If you look at his foot closely, you can see that his foot makes an involuntary-looking kick when he decides to look at Charles, AND THEN starts shaking the very second Charles catches his gaze. So much energy built up inside of him in a very quick moment, and since it was a professional setting, he couldn’t move around much so his foot was a sort of outlet - he released his nervousness (or whatever the hell he was flooded with) through his foot. Him averting his gaze and touching his pinky seems rather conscious, while his foot shaking is definitely unconscious movement.

This seems to be a recurring thing with him. And it happened again yesterday. I tend to focus on these moments more instead of the post-quali ot post-race shenanigans because those moments are always fueled by the adrenaline rush and the high of racing. When you extert your body this much, when you operate under this much adrenaline, it takes time for your mind and body to get off your high. Adrenaline tends to shrink your personal space - or rather fades the boundaries you usually have around people so it’s easier to cross them, even with people you don’t really fancy or are not necessarily close to. Just take an isolated moment and analyse it. You get fantastic news and your heart pumps so much adrenaline into your veins that you’d go as far as hugging a stranger close to you, jumping around them, and so on - this is a trope in movies/tv shows as well, and despite it’s usual comical function, it isn’t as hyperbolical as it seems. You really do cross your boundaries when there’s this much energy pooling under your skin.

This is why I’m opting to look at the press con footage more because they’ve calmed down, they are forced into a professional setting with cameras and questions so even if the energy is still making them jittery, they are forced to swallow it back down. Lestappen engaging in heavy convo right after a race? You could say that it’s a shipper’s silly delusion, they are just high on adrenaline. But when the rush is gone, when the white noise inside your eardrums have quieted down and you’re able to see more clearly and erect your boundaries again… Getting fruity moments when they have calmed down has more significance to me, more telling, more exact.

This Mexican press con was different though. Because apparently Charles was high off painkillers, and even if there’s no official source I’m inclined to believe it, because he seemed more open, more relaxed, indulging Max more. AND what makes this scene so exciting for me is that Max was no longer under the influence of overflowing andrenaline, he didn’t take any painkillers… and still reciprocated Charles’ giddiness and openness. Which leads me to the conclusion that Max is more open to the idea of a close(closer?) friendship, whereas Charles is more reserved, needs time, needs some nudging to make him crawl out of his shell.

Disclaimer: I do not know these guys, these are based solely on observations through a tv screen, which is a secondary channel already, so an already manipulated view. Take it with a pinch of salt.

I'm so sorry to hear you’re sick, my darling body language anon. I'm wishing you the speediest of recoveries. ❤️

Thank you so much for coming back already with even more wonderful insight. For convenience, I'm linking to the moment you’re referring to at the Bahrain 2023 press conference here because it’s a moment that can never been seen to many times.

Also going to link to yesterday's post qualifying press conference here, here and here, for convenience for anyone who reads this ask.

Body language anon, you have no idea how interesting I find everything you've sent me so far. It’s so amazing to get this type of insight into their body language, and words cannot describe how much I appreciate you taking the time to send me these asks. And I know I'm not the only one who absolutely loves seeing you share this type of insight, so thank you so, so much. Please feel free to stop by whenever, however often you want, because your asks will always be more than welcome. ❤️

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