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quotessharry · 1 year

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Welcome to New York (DR3 one shot)

I am very keen on writing for Danny as you can see so here is it :D

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x original female character

Word count: 5803

warning: none

Synopsis: Daniel lands in New York for redbull's car launch and meets his best friend but the lines kept getting blurred

She impatiently paced the JFC airport, waiting for Daniel to show up. She missed him dearly, they haven’t seen each other since the Austin GP that she travelled for.

On the other hand Daniel’s heart was bursting out of his chest at the thought of seeing his best friend after months, he would’ve go to her much sooner if he didn’t intend to spend time in Australia as much as he did but they tried their best to keep in contact and it created a never ending cycle of Daniel calling her at midnight when it was only noon in Australia, then apologizing rapidly and saying he’d call another time but she knew he is calling to show her his talent in dirt bike or riding a horse and how could she deny the smile shinier than the sun behind him? They’d end up speaking until 2-3 AM and finally she’d excuse herself to get few hours of sleep before work.

She slapped his hand away from her shoulder and spoke “really Daniel? You see the greatest friend the world has gave you after months and this is how you treat her?”

He knew she wasn’t deeply offended “then what does the greatest friend the world has gave me, wants me to say to satisfy her?” He said with a laugh

“Oh I don’t know how about I’ve missed you so much and I can’t wait to spend time in your company?” She said, pretending she is thinking too deep.

Daniel laughed louder and pulled her into a tighter hug “I have missed you so much and I indeed can’t wait to spend time in your company, pun intended”

Her laugh was muffled by her face pressed against him, despite the fact that he hated cold he was always warm “no way I’m taking you to the company, it’s not bring your child to work day or something”

They started walking to take his bags as he talked “what? So you just gonna leave me unsupervised? That’s brutal”

Her hand slid down from gripping his arm to his wrist, fingers wrapped around his skin and she took him with her “come, we gonna be late for lunch”

They were finally in safety of the car from the rain and brutal wind, she settled back and waited for him to start the car, enjoying the warmth her hoodie and oversized coat was providing her.

“What are you waiting for, Daniel? Start the car” she said, after sitting there aimlessly.

Daniel pouted “you didn’t say it back”

She looked puzzled “say back what-? Oh I’m so sorry I thought it was pretty obvious how much I’ve missed you considering I drove all the way from Tribeca to Queens all by myself to see your pretty ass” she said the whole line pretty seriously.

Daniel was trying to hide the smile but failed and soon his face was adorned with his dimples “aw that’s why you’re the best” and he drove away. She told him the car is all his and he did use the opportunity, he played with the radio button until he found a channel playing those country western songs he loved and he made sure to sing along to every single one of them even though he just got off a 21 hour flight.

Both of them let out a sigh out of relief when they sat back on red leather sofa in restaurant, waiting for food to arrive. The rain was hitting the window and made them feel cozier in the space they were in. They didn’t know what to say so they just stared at each other, both feeling blessed that they got to stare at a beautiful human being in front of them. Daniel broke the silence, corner of his lips almost forming a smirk “so which hotel am I driving myself?” She yawned before replying “oh shut up you’re not staying in a hotel, I cleaned up a room for you. No way I’m letting you out of my sight”

That was her way of showing emotions and Daniel loved how indirect but genuine it always was, she would never bother to use pet names and sweet words but instead would do it with actions no matter how small or big.

“I mean we’re going to the same place at the end of the day aren’t we?” She said, shrugging her shoulders.

“What? You’ll be at car launch?”

“Yeah? They’re announcing me as new sponsor so I might as well come”

That’s how they met, she was an sponsor in his Redbull days and as he kept attending events they grew closer, they got close enough that she followed Daniel in every team he went and after a long circle they both ended up where they started.

Daniel had plenty of calls from Christian and Blake asking him to go to the hotel but he refused all of it, he didn’t want to mess up his stay with her after months. Staying with her felt warm and cozy, almost like he was back in his farm in Australia and he wouldn’t trade it with a repetitive hotel room with cold bed.

She unlocked the door and they both got in, Daniel headed for the windows to see the spectacular Tribeca view “rich lifestyle looks good on you” he teased, his face half facing her as he kept his eyes on the view of the skyline and the buildings ahead. She threw herself on the sofa, legs dangling above the floor so she wouldn’t get dirt on it, face hidden between the cushions as she spoke “rich lifestyle? Says the guy with 3 houses in three different continents, who owns 7 cars and got paid millions”

Daniel briefly turned his head to look at her, only to find her hidden in her extremely over sized winter clothes on the sofa with her head being the most obvious thing, his gaze was soon back to the view but he continued speaking “yeah need I remind you, you bought this house from Lewis for what, like $70 millions?”

With her head still buried, she showed him a middle finger “touché”

He saw her reaction through the reflection on the window and laughed, a loud genuine laugh that echoed through the empty house and made her feel better, it’s been a while since she heard him laughing as nice in her presence and she smiled to herself at the fact that he just seemed better and healthier. She left her spot and walked to him, slapping his ass to get his attention causing him to yelp “I didn’t know you have it bad for spanking”

“If i were you I’d be thankful I have it bad for spanking and not choking” she said, raising eyebrows and waited for him until the realization settled on his face “savage”

“I know Daniel, I know. Why don’t I show you your room and while you’re settling down I’ll think of dinner?” She offered, putting a hand on his lower back as she started guiding him to the elevator.

It was late, neither troubled themselves by checking the clock and they couldn’t careless. She carried two wine glasses and laid back on the bigger sofa, she heard footsteps on the stairs and soon Daniel came into the view with nothing but underwear and the burgundy silk robe she ordered for him with “DR3” sewed on its chest, he put two wine bottles on the table and filled both glasses, the sound of the glasses making contact broke the silence but neither said anything until she drank it, humming in approval “this is nice but I prefer my wine a bit more sour, this tastes a bit too sweet for me” she observed, and finished the glass nonetheless.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I take away both bottles?” Daniel teased and slurped his wine, eyes not leaving her figure. Even under the low lights it wasn’t too hard for him to notice her dark green sleepwear. Deep down he considered himself the luckiest for witnessing her sleeping on her back in nothing but a thin dark green silk that if the lights were on, he’d be seeing much more due to the sheer materia. He also knew he doesn’t need bright light to know she looks hella good in it and he’d have trouble to convince himself that he should be keeping his hands off from trying to get a small taste. He threw his tattooed leg over the other and didn’t take his eyes off her, it would be a crime to do it.

She held herself on her elbow and looked at him, frowning while actively tried to balance the wine glass so it wouldn’t spill on her flawless white sofa “what? No bitch those are mine they stay until one bottle is completely empty”

He laughed while taking more sips, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes tried to regain focus in darkness, god he missed her so much “whatever you say your highness, you know you can order more if you want right? You were there when we launched it for US” he made a valid point and pointed at the bottles on the table.

Her eyes briefly drifted to his thighs and the colored ink but she didn’t let it linger. She’d never admit it in a presence of another human being but it was her deepest desire to sit between his legs and get a close detailed look of the inks and ask him one by one what does every single one of them means, for now she’d settle with a view in the dark. She narrowed her eyes, hoping he’d see “now why would I do that when my best friend can get me a bottle filled with eternal love and friendship?”

Daniel didn’t bother to tie back his robe as it was loosen due to him constantly sinking deeper into the sofa “ just accept that you’re too stingy to pay”

She sat straight and poured herself another glass, before drinking she spared him a glance “sei incredibile” and gulped down the entire thing.

Daniel couldn’t say much but to laugh again at her.

The glass was filled again and she leaned back, letting her hair to fall on her bare shoulders “you know it’s nice”

“What is?” He asked innocently, Daniel knew the answer, he just wanted to hear her say it, he wanted something exclusive from her for himself to hold on to, something to let his mind to linger on when he had nothing to think about.

She laughed softly, shaking her head at him “you gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” and then she looked him as if the darkness had no effect on her eyes and she could see all of him, with a smile that he could see even if all the lights were off. He knew he’d do anything and everything to relive this moment over and over again.

She put the glass on the table and tangled her legs, her hand supporting her head “fine I will, it’s really nice to have you over here, satisfied?”

He smiled widely at her, the corner of his eyes crinkled “very, very satisfied”

He pointed at the loose robe “was the robe part of the plan? Be honest you just wanted to see all of this glory” he pointed at himself and his abs.

She was indeed enjoying the view, Daniel was one of the most good looking guy in her life, she had seen him all naked considering the multiple times they’ve shared a hotel room or went skinny dipping, but there was something in seeing him sitting in front of her, wine glass in his hand and a teasing smile on those perfect lips while half of his tattoo was hidden by his underwear and he sculpted body was only visible cause the robe was loose, it kept her guessing and asking for more but only in her mind.

“I could only hope you’re enjoying all of this glory as well” she threw back his line at him, the wine in her system making her not to care how much she’d flirt.

He sipped more of his wine, it felt good to finally drink in a presence of someone he deeply craved, and he wasn’t committed to the sport before so alcohol couldn’t really hurt. Through the low light he could see the perfect skin of her legs and hands, bare shoulders hidden underneath an army of long hair, no trace of makeup could be seen on her face, he knew she only appears like that in front of him and him only. She’d never say it loud but he also knew it’s because she feels a deep insecurity towards her face even though he would definitely say she is the most beautiful woman his eyes had the pleasure of seeing, he tilted his head to the side and kept looking at her “you” he said, laughing silently.

“Me?” She asked, slightly confused by his one word statement.

He laid his head on the sofa and blinked, the wine starting to make its affect obvious “yes, you. Just you. I don’t think anything else can do you justice”

It was only then that he noticed something else, wine wasn’t the drink she’d go to when the purpose was getting drunk, unless she wanted to stay drunk more than usual, the empty wine bottle makes his suspicious even more evident and he started to think something was wrong that she was actively ignoring.

“I think I’m going to bed now, sleep well Daniel” she said, before he gets the chance to ask something.

He rubbed his eyes and blinked rapidly “hey, hey wait” he called out before she gets into the elevator.

She stopped in her truck and turned around, watching him taking long steps towards her. He stopped and looked her down, eyes searching to see if he can find anything in those icy blue eyes, his hands resting on his sides. He subconsciously brought up his hand to put it on her face but changed his mind the last minute and pulled back, closing his fist. She didn’t miss any of this, her eyes fixed on his hand “you know, I don’t bite. Not you at least” she murmured, gulping loudly.

He stepped closer, his knuckles ghosting over her cheek “are you well?”

It was a simple question but with no simple answer for her, she blinked up at him, placing her hand on his bicep “I’m ok Danny”

He placed the palm of his hand on her face, she already loved the warmth and softness it gave her and she leaned into the touch much to his surprise. He traced the skin with her thumb and his face dropped lower, he noticed the strap of her nightgown fell and he reached with two fingers grabbing the strap and dragging it back on her shoulder, his fingers leaving goosebumps behind, he talked quietly “but I can tell something is wrong, it’s me, I’m not an stranger” he dared himself and put his other hand on her waist while dragging the hand resting on her cheek to her neck. She closed her eyes to fully enjoy his touch and long finger, letting herself to get lost in the warmth. Her reaction made him ballsy and he pulled her closer, his hand running up and down her side, feeling her hot skin through her nightgown. She hummed in response and didn’t move, not wanting the moment to end.

His hand moved from the side of her neck to grip the back of her head, his fingers digging into the muscle and kneading it, giving her a much needed release, he moved his hand higher and tangled her hair, she immediately leaned back into the touch. The sound that left her mouth hits him too hard and his grip tightened, he leaned down and pressed his forehead against her, closing his eyes to enjoy their closeness “talk to me, please, I’m worried about you”

She smiled at his words, it’s been a long time since someone has said words like that to her, the sweetness and feelings behind those words had her stomach dropping and tears gathering at the corner of her eyes, she put her hand on his face, feeling the roughness of his beard, his actions had her heart racing like crazy.

She nuzzled her nose to him “this is all about you, my issues doesn’t matter. I’m...I’m fine” she tried so hard to keep her voice steady but failed miserably. His eyes opened immediately at her broken voice and he decided not to push it more. They both looked at each other, his heart shattered in his chest at the sight of her blue eyes filled with tears. In all the years of their friendship he has never seen her as broken as now, not even when he was having the shittiest day ever she was the one who held him, made jokes and played music to lift him up. She accepted the hug with no hesitation, her hands wrapped around him as tight as she could and hands gripping the soft material of his robe harshly, her face hiding in his neck.

He softly kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms securely around her, keeping her as close as possible and felt her rapid heartbeat.

“It’s ok, you can let it go, I’m here” he murmured to her as softly as possible.

She felt like she has kept it all inside for too long and she finally had the chance to let it all go.

In that moment Daniel would do anything for her to stop sobbing uncontrollably, the sound of her was so heartbreaking for him to endure. He just stood there and held her in his arms, rubbing her back and saying he is always there for her and it’s ok while leaving small kisses wherever he could reach. They don’t know how long they stood there and she cried in his arms, he only let go when her body stopped shaking and he no longer could hear her heart wrenching sobs.

She looked up at him with teary eyes and wet face, his thumb wiped away the tears and both smiled at each other.

“Come, let’s wash your face and tuck you in” he said with a smiling face, booping her nose and throwing his hand over her shoulder as she smiled sheepishly.

The pair only got a good look at each other when he flicked the light on. They both stood in front of the mirror and she stared at their reflection, taking in how good they looked and more importantly how much healthier and happier Daniel was and it warmed her heart.

He moved behind her and gathered her hair, humming a song under his breath.

“You look good” she said, smiling at him.

He peaked from behind her “aw thanks, you look good too”

“This is going to look so weird but a man gotta do what he gotta do” he said before wrapping her entire hair around his fist causing her to laugh loud.

“I didn’t know you’re into that” she didn’t get the chance to say anything else as he pushed her head down by his fist and splashed cold water on her face.

“Oh you were saying?” He said staring at her wet face, she looked like a fish.

“Literally fuck you Daniel that was cold” she gritted between her teeth and grabbed the towel. “I know, but don’t you feel better already?” He tried to make a point.

“I’d much prefer warm water in winter” she opened a cabinet, grabbing hand cream and lip balm.

Daniel tried to be a good friend and not to stare at her when she stood in front of him, wearing the thinnest material of sleep gown she could find not to mention how well the color looked on her skin, he could swore if his eyes goes down lower than her neck, the things he would see gonna keep him all night with his hand dipped in his underwear.

He stood in front of her, his hands keeping her face straight so he could look at her “seriously, how are we feeling? And don’t tell me fine”

“I’m better now, satisfied?” She said, not wanting to look away from his handsome face.

He left a kiss on her forehead, lingering his lips before speaking “that’s good to know”

She reached and grabbed the lip balm, opening the tube and applying some to her fingertips “don’t you moisturize those pretty lips of yours Danny?”

The sentence made his brain glitch, and a blush made it’s way on his sun kissed cheeks, the thought that she found his lips pretty danced in his mind ruthlessly.

She laughed at his face as she touched his cheek “Danny? Oh my god, did I just make the great Daniel Ricciardo blush? What a day to be alive”

“Oh shut up you, you don’t see me making comments about you in this thing you’re wearing, what are you gonna do anyway” he scolded her, arms folded in front of his chest.

She raised her eyebrows, challenging him with the ice in her eyes “maybe you should” She stepped closer “stay still”

“What? No”

“Why no?”

“I’m a grown man I can apply my own lip balm”

“If you could, your lips wouldn’t look like you just escaped Sahara desert, it’s midnight cmon it’s just a lip balm it won’t hurt your fragile masculinity” this time she scolded him.

Daniel didn’t know how he was gonna get through her touching his lips but he shook his head as yes. She stood on her tiptoes and ran her finger on his chapped lips, he just stood there and reveled in her soft finger touching his lips ever so delicately.

“Look it’s over, you can go to sleep now”

“Yeah let’s tuck you in first”

He wasn’t joking about tucking her in, he helped her to get on bed, pulled the blanket over her body and made her promise if she ever felt like she isn’t ok in the middle of the night, she’d go to his room without a second thought.

Daniel was never happier about seeing a bed and being alone in a bedroom as much as he was in that moment. How was he supposed to get over tonight?

Her head was comfortably between two pillows and she was enjoying the warmth of the blanket until her phone ranged under her pillow, she whined and reached her hand to pick the phone, answering it with closed eyes “what the fuck do you want so early in the morning?”

“Early? Girl it’s 10 am and you were supposed to be here 2 hours ago” a male voice who belonged to her assistant spoke

She face palmed herself “what? Oh god sorry I was a bit wine drunk last night and-“

“And you forgot to tell me you won’t be coming in today cause you have guest over” he finished the sentence for her

“Well yes” she admitted

“I figured, enjoy your day and tomorrow, and weekend. I wouldn’t say no if you decide to show up though” he said, while laughing

“You dick, figure it out yourself, I don’t know forge my signature” she suggested

“That’s what I’ve been doing but I feel better now knowing you allow it, enjoy” and the line went quiet.

She got out of the bed, not caring enough about bed hair and went down stairs.

Daniel was in the hall, still in his underwear and a big box in front of him, he turned to her with his usual smile “hello pretty, good morning, slept well?”

She blinked multiple times at the pet name but brushed it off fast “morning, what’s that?”

He happily brought out a dark blue RedBull shirt “2023 team kit, I gave your address and it came in this morning”

She made her way to the kitchen to make breakfast “that’s why you’re standing naked in my hall at 10 am?” She threw him a look, letting her eyes enjoy the glory in front of her.

“Naked? You plan all of this to get me naked?” His hand teasingly moved to his underwear waistband and grabbed it with his two fingers, carefully sliding one side down and showing his hip bone.

She just watched with dry mouth and heart rate so loud she could hear it in her ear.

She opened her mouth to speak but the silence was broken by her Apple Watch giving high heart rate notifications, she slammed her hand over the watch trying to shut the alarm and screamed “fuck fuck fuck”

Daniel watched it all with an amusement in his eyes and a knowing smirk telling her it’s useless to try and make any excuses “I assume if I proceeded with the rest you’d have a cardiac arrest”

She silenced the watch and looked at him, not knowing what to do or say and went back to the breakfast.

She put the plates on the table “it’s too hot now, let it cool down then we can eat together” and made her way into the hall, standing next to him and peaking into the box.

Daniel didn’t miss the chance to enjoy the close approximate, she ruffled through the box and picked a hat. He breathed deep, she smelled natural without any odor, his eyes followed the lines on her neck and it stopped on her shoulder, watching the way the green strap fell from her shoulder. She took away her eyes from the box and glanced at the strap, then at his face, he felt her eyes on him but didn’t stop looking at the shoulder.

“What’s stopping you?” She commented, hinting last night.

He put his hand on her wrist, fingers dragging on her soft skin, he felt like he was dancing around something but didn’t stop until he felt the silk. He hooked his finger on the strap and made sure to tease a little before pulling it up “I really should buy you some new ones” he commented.

She let out a breath she kept and hoped to god it was not obvious, secretly wishing her watch wouldn’t make another fuss “come on, the pancakes are getting cold”

He bullied her into sitting on the chair, creating the scene in movies where someone would constantly change clothes and another one would give opinions sitting on a chair. Daniel was fresh out of the shower, hair sticking to his head and water dripping as he held two pairs of suits for his appearance on tonight’s show. One was the typical black tux and the other one was a green suit with a simple white buttoned up shirt.

She looked at both pairs thoughtfully, and pointed to the green one quietly.

“Fantastico madam, enchanté” he bowed.

“So you gonna watch me get naked and dress up or-?” He mentioned her presence in his room, then it strikes him that there’s a walk in closet “ok you know what, never mind”

He went inside and she waited, but not too long after he ran out, shirt undone and green pants on “I’m gonna look like an olive, let’s do the classic black one please”

She smiled and walked to him, smoothing the shirt with her hands “you will not look like an olive, now let me handle the rest” next she started to button up the shirt, her roaming eyes not missing the custom made 3 necklace she got him from his favorite designer matched with a chain but she kept the comment to herself.

He looked at her, holding back the urge to kiss her lips. He leaned down, lips hovering over her cheeks and he left a peck, causing her to look at look up at him with a smile.

Soon, he was fully ready and he looked as delicious as an olive. Lucious curls wild around his head that made her wanna run her hands through it and play with curls while comfortably sitting on his thighs but she put the idea behind “I might rent an ambulance and send it behind you cause all the ladies gonna swoon and drool” she complimented him, taking his hand so he can spin.

Currently they were running around the house trying to make it on time to the launch.

“I don’t understand why a car launch must be so early in the morning, what was wrong with 3 pm or something” she whined, untangling her hair cause she didn’t like the brain.

Daniel hurriedly slipped into a Redbull shirt “yeah I’ll make sure to bring that to Christian’s attention” the truth was they both overslept.

“Come on we should go, Max arrived at 7 AM” Daniel noted, already at the door waiting for her

“For christ’s sake he is just a fan boy, I love my sleep” she picked her bag “ok choose a car”

“Choose? It doesn’t matter we should go” Daniel urged her to pick one

“Daniel no this is important, we can pick something with driver like a Cadillac, something classic like Mustang or shelby cobra, or we can just get a good old BMW” she thoughtfully gave him a speech, but he reached and picked the BMW keys, both finally heading out.

She mostly stood backstage, watching Daniel jumping around and smiling so hard that his jaw must be hurting. She had no way to explain how good it felt to see him happy instead of pain and misery, a feeling settled at the pit of her stomach anytime she’d glance and see his smile reaching his eyes.

He walked backstage, quietly laughing to himself, he felt like he can’t contain himself due to how well he felt. He stood in front of her but neither said a word.

She placed her hands on his cheeks, feeling the stubbles, alooking at him smiling with bright eyes. She didn’t think twice, she stood on her tiptoes and pecked his lips, it was a light kiss just for the sake of feeling something.

She blinked “nah that wasn’t enough” this time she did it more delicately, making sure their lips are completely connecting. His lips tasted like the Redbull they had before the show.

He embraced the kiss wholeheartedly, a moan left her throat but neither broke the kiss, he saw an opening and his tongue entered her mouth, exploring every corner, lips nipping and biting shamelessly. He enjoyed every second of their lips connected but they finally separated. Neither truly wanted to end it, they stayed close and brushed their lips one last time, breathing each other’s air. She didn’t know why she did it but that was the best kiss she ever had.

Daniel dared to say he had never seen her as red as she was in that moment, lips swollen from kiss and he had to physically restrain himself from kissing her pretty lips again. but he knew it wasn’t the right moment to make a joke so he just pulled her into his chest, hugging her, she heard the loud thumping of his heart beating against his ribcage but didn’t make a comment about it.

“I kinda don’t know what to say right now” she said, confused.

He touched the back of her head, letting his hand to massage her scalp “you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to”

Before she says anything else, he was called again on stage “we uh talk about it later?”

“Yes, if you want to” he smiled to show her that it’s all good.

After the kiss he didn’t expect her to hang around but she stood even when he had to record a podcast. She picked a chair and placed it behind the equipments, smiling and waving anytime he’d catch his eyes.

They were about to leave when Christian found them “we’re having a dinner at the hotel tonight, I’m expecting both of you, no excuses”

She gave him a salut “yes captain, roger that” and laughed.

“I really missed you two, see you at dinner”

They didn’t have time to go home and change so they went straight to the Hard Rock hotel. The restaurant only included Redbull staffs, between sea of people and tables it wasn’t hard to find the two remaining empty chairs for them.

Daniel being the gentleman, pulled back the chair until she was settled in, his act cause the table to clap and cheer his name, Max slapped his back “nice one mate”.

Drinks were put in front of them and soon both flew in the conversation as if they were part of the family and no one made them feel otherwise.

It was close to midnight when she excused herself and went outside for a smoke, getting a fresh air have never felt better.

“I thought you quit” Daniel’s voice said from behind her.

“I thought I did too but don’t knock it till you’ve tried it boy” she teased, poking the cigarette. He threw his arm around her, tucking her in his embrace and resting his head on her hair “are we ok, Danny?” She asked, trying to get herself closer to his heat.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” He asked, playing it cool.

“Well you know, the kiss and stuffs”

He left a kiss on her temple, rubbing her hands to warm her “yes of course we are”

“It was such a damn good kiss though wasn’t it?” She scoffed

“Now that you brought it up, I can’t be opposed to that”

“We should do it more often”

“Now that you brought this up, I absolutely can’t be opposed to that, and next time I'm making it nasty.

I loved this one so much! Now I’m stuck if I should do another chapter and make it smutty or just leave it at that?

#daniel ricciardo #danny ric #daniel ricciardo x reader #f1 #formula 1 #redbull #renault #daniel ricciardo one shot #daniel ricciardo x you

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alexanderlee1012 · 1 year

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Home

As each year passes by, the community I once so deeply entwined myself with becomes just a bit more distant. Before, when I went to a competition, I could barely walk a few feet without running into a close friend I spent seasons repping the same sets over and over with. Time marched on, and we then became teachers, watching as our students took center stage. Another few seasons go by, and I find myself rooting for the teachers more so than any performer. And now almost a decade since my age out, many former colleagues and students, like myself, have begun diverging and finding other priorities in our lives.

Still, I insist on going to a live winter drumline show each season. While the people I can excitedly run into number less than the fingers on a hand, I still appreciate the activity and the art. However, I would be lying if I denied the discomfort we had when Samantha and I walked around the lot at Toyota Arena. Nervousness isn’t to be unexpected after all these years I suppose. The activity and the people have changed so much. So much so that we felt like foreigners, with a nonsensical dread of being exposed that we didn’t quite belong. To then have RCC perform their show about Home was unexpectedly coincidental. The show itself did such an amazing job for such a simple concept.

Instead of narrowly prescribing what a home is or should be, RCC’s approach was expansive and loose, describing what a home could be. There is of course the physical manifestation of a house, illustrated by the prop front entrances or unique pieces of furniture. But instead of limiting itself to the physical boundaries, the show also plays with the idea of the symbolic definitions of home. It can be a family member welcoming you with open arms or perhaps it's a place of play and discovery. Home can be where one find’s support, either through life’s inevitable trials or the celebrations in times of triumph. It can be that old family lamp with special meaning, or maybe just a single person to lean on. Or, if you’re fortunate, it can be a staircase full of those you love. As long as one feels safe, unjudged, heard and allowed to dream, then the home can manifest in any form.

While the show itself was brilliant, the metanarrative of winter drumline as home was the crucial element that effectively led to the overwhelming transference with the audience. So many young performers were enraptured by the show due to the relevancy. Many actively pursue winter drumline precisely because of that yearning for a home, to have the safety to aspire and to belong. This activity creates the space for play and self-discovery, all while creating art that has the potential to communicate meaning in ways words rarely do by themselves. And it was also a helpful reminder, that even if another decade passes, even if at that point I recognize absolutely nobody, this crazy activity, and some tennis courts in a small community college, will always be home.

#rcc2023 #wgi #wgi2023 #rccdrums #wgipercussion #rccpercussion

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corpsedaydream · 4 years

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Hi! I dont know if you write this, but can i request for angsty-fluff imagine for corpse? Maybe when you’re jealous? Thank u❤️ love ur writings

u ask for jealousy and angst, and i said hell fucking yeah

hope u enjoy!

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it’s fine

Corpse was ever so charismatic. It was something about him that was impossible to deny. Even when he would get misjudged by people, thinking he may be this intimidating presence purely because of how he dressed and sounded, it would only take a few exchanges of sentences between him and a stranger for them to instantly change their mind and feel drawn to him, instead. You knew this better than anyone, after all, it had been one of the factors in what had made you fall for him so hard and so fast.

The only issue was that, sometimes, he could have the same effect on others and, sometimes, when you caught someone else clearly having some heart eyes for your man, that brought forth the little green monster inside of you. He was magnetic, and as happy as you were that the world was so intrigued by him and he was having all the success he deserved, you couldn’t deny that there was a part of you that wished that magnetic pull only worked on you.

It seemed there were certain days when Corpse managed to turn on this charismatic side of him even more so. Today had happened to be one of those days. It was good, because it was a day the two of you had planned to spend together. But when you went out to lunch and the server definitely let her hand rest on his arm a little too long and said things a little too flirtatious and hardly acknowledged your presence, you started to lose that good feeling.

You didn’t say anything about it, even though you kind of wished he would have figured that him giving the girl a back and forth was encouraging her more and upsetting you further. But you were determined to have a good day with your boyfriend, you didn’t want to start any drama with him.

He asked you if you were okay on the way back to his place, noticing you were being quiet. You told him you were and left it at that, even if you did want to say more.

Finally, in the safety of his home that was like a bubble in which was just for the two of you, you were feeling better. Quality time was your love language and his was physical touch, something you could both give each other with ease when there was no outside interruption. Between the little talks, the exploration of hands over each other, the giggles that turned into wiping tears of laughter from your face and shared kisses, you swore you could spend the rest of your life like this and be happy.

And then the bubble burst.

“Ah, shit, (Y/N).” He began, and the mood between you instantly changed.

“What?”

“They need a tenth player right now and no one else can get online.” He had promised that today was about you. And usually, you would be completely okay with him going and joining in on the streams, often you loved sitting by him and watching him get so invested in the games. Except lately, you’d been feeling at an arms length from him and you hated it. You wanted his undivided attention today.

“And?” You were being short with him, you wanted him to know you weren’t okay with this right now.

“It’ll just be a few games...”

You let out a huff and turned your head to the side, looking away from him. You were being stubborn. You didn’t want to tell him what to do, you wanted him to figure it out on his own, that you didn’t want him to play and wanted him to stay right here in this moment with you.

“You can come sit with me?” He spoke again as you remained silent, seemed as if he wasn’t figuring it out.

“Just go play. It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine.

Sitting on your own now, you felt bare without your limbs being all tangled with his beneath the blanket like they were earlier. You had tried to turn on the television to watch something, but everything on just seemed to annoy you.

With a sigh, you pressed your hands to your knees and stood up, walking towards Corpses gaming room. At first, you were going to walk in, giving in to the want that was craving to be by his side, but upon hearing a number of female voices, that jealousy appeared inside you again and you walked away.

It was slightly irrational, you knew these people were his friends, but today had really gotten to you.

At an attempt to distract yourself, you opened up Tik Tok, but all your for you page seemed to be was more girls wanting your boyfriend.

“Fucking hell.” You said out loud, closing the app and opening up Twitter next. But you should’ve known it would’ve been worse on there, Corpse seemed to be trending every day on that app, you told yourself you really should have known better for that one.

However, the next social media app click was deliberate. You knew that Corpse had been reposting stories of people using his song and you decided on treating yourself to some more sweet torture. And sure enough, his story was filled with more girls. Firing that jealousy and insecurity you had been feeling today even more.

“Fuck this.” You announced, standing to your feet and feeling tears of frustration build in your eyes.

Once you had finished gathering your belongings, you were just about to make an exit when that crazy thing of timing pulled a fast one on you as Corpse emerged from his gaming room.

“What are you doing?” He questioned you, spotting your hand gripping the handle on his front door.

Seeing him should’ve made you feel better, but it only caused more tears to well up, so you quickly looked away from him.

“I’m going home.”

“What-no, why?” He came closer to you then and you turned more towards the door.

“Because you obviously don’t want me here.”

“What the fuck? (Y/N), of course I do. What are you even saying right now?” He was by your side now, grabbing your hand from the handle and holding it in his. His other went up to cup your cheek, tilting your head up to face him and that’s when he saw the glaze of tears in your eyes. “Hey, baby,” Worry sparked up in him. “You’re upset...” He stated the obvious and you shook your head out of his grip, directing your vision to the ground.

You thought he might create some distance between you both when you did that, but instead, he did the opposite. He pulled you into a tight hug, one arm wrapping snugly around your waist and his other hand resting on the back of your head to encourage you against him.

“Don’t, I’m going.” You spoke, but your words were meek, you didn’t actually want to leave and he knew that.

“No. You’re not.” He argued back, his arms pulling you in even closer. “I want you here.” He told you and that’s what made you snap.

“No you don’t!” Your voice got louder, matching the movements of you bracing your arms against him and pushing him back, breaking the human contact. He was in shock, watching you with cautious eyes. “If you did, you would’ve spent time with me and only me today. You wouldn’t have left me alone!” You became more emotional as you spoke, a few tears managing to spill onto your cheeks.

“Baby-”

“No!” You cut him off. “Don’t ‘baby’ me right now.” You took a moment to wipe under your eyes before continuing because you knew this next admission would cause you some more tears. “You know how hard it is to compete it with every other girl who’s all about you right now? They’re everywhere, and they’re all so fucking beautiful. I know you see them, I’m not them, Corpse.” Your voice broke into a sob as his name left your lips and he felt his heart break to see you in that state.

He wasn’t sure if you still needed space, but he couldn’t stand in front of you while you cried and not do anything. So instead, he once again brought his arms around you, but this time he scooped you up, encouraging your legs to hook over his hips so he could carry you.

You continued to cry against his neck as he walked the both of you to his room and when he placed you down onto his bed, he was instantly beside you, cradling you against him.

“I need you to listen me,” He began once you had started to calm down, he wanted to make sure you paid attention. “You are so important to me. So fucking important to me, (Y/N).” His eyes were boring into yours and he brought his hand up to wipe the wetness from your cheeks before continuing. “I don’t want you to be anyone else.” He was speaking with force, but it wasn’t aggressive, he was wanting to make sure that you really understood the depth to his words.

“It’s just, everyone seems to want you and I’m just-”

“Don’t you dare put yourself down.” Corpse cut you off before you could finish. For a moment, he pressed his lips to your forehead before moving his face back so he could look at you again. “I only want you. You’re it for me, baby.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“With my whole fucking heart.”

“I love you, I really love you.” You told him, your emotions were still running high, but you were feeling a whole lot better.

“I love you, too.”

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ncitygirls · 3 years

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eternal - jaemin x f reader

fluff, smut, vampire!jaemin, 2.2k

he had yet to utter a word since his confession, and neither had you, though you had tried piecing together a worthy response. he simply watched you as you watched him, your eyes focusing on each delicate ridge in his skin, admiring his nonexistent pores; how the thin slithers of light that broke through the poorly drawn curtain, shone on a bend from the ends of his bangs down and around his chin. a kind reminder of what you swear you have always known, but regret to have never questioned.

“jaemin?”

“my love?”

“have you always been this beautiful?’

he had to admit he was taken back. those are the first words you have said in a long while. they are your first words since he told you three minutes and twenty-five seconds ago - he was counting, not actively, but over time his mind has created room for his thinking to expand, to surpass humanity’s understanding of thought, and most times he welcomes it. but not at times such as these - where he knows he told you three minutes and twenty-five seconds ago, and your first words are in awe of him.

“i told you i am undead.. and that is what troubles you?”

“your beauty is far from troubling,” you retort, eyes still inspecting his face. jaemin’s mind wanders back to when he once pitied humans. how they thought what they saw was really seeing. victims of an already limited life, the human eye is only able to pick up a fraction of their sublime reality. yet the way your eyes traverse each of his features, as if to commit them to memory, he surely found a compelling reason to admit their eyes were not so lacking. “was it the bite that made you so handsome?”

“i wasn’t bitten,” he corrects, as the pads of your thumbs sweep over his cold knuckles, your touch casting a reverence over the scene. he lets out a pretty laugh at your assumption, the soft crease between your brows forming as he destroys your fictional understanding of his kind. “humans have always had a skewed understanding of our lore.”

“so your mother and father were vampires?”

“no.” it has been some time since he has had to explain vampiric lore to a human, but his mind retains his memory of it all the same. “it is not dissimilar to what humans call possession? or a spell? it is a combination of the two.”

“did it hurt?”

jaemin cannot help but melt at the notes of concern lacing your tone. it is his turn to pass his thumb along your knuckles before flipping your hand over, letting his finger trace a swirl in your palm, offering a soft shake of his head. “it makes one feel queasy, a consequence of the change in dietary needs.”

your hand stiffens beneath his touch as your eyes drop to examine them. he fears he has spoken out of turn, pushed the astonishingly pleasant conversation down a dark hole. jaemin once believed humans to be predictable, but you continue to challenge that. “is that why my invites to have you for dinner always go unanswered?”

“i knew that wounded you, angel.”

“it did no such thing!” his chin drops, eyes boring into you in a successful attempt to lure the truth out of you. he immediately softens when you exhale, in defeat of his gaze or distaste at your transparency, he does not know. jaemin would soften all the same. “i will admit, i did make assumptions to make sense of your refusal.”

“did you think i preferred not to visit?” you had never noticed the flecks of red in the perimeter of his irises until now. they glowed slightly, as if enraged, though you know not with you. “there are rules we must follow when entering a new space, silly, unchangable rules.” his frown deepens when you nod, always understanding even when you shouldn’t. “i apologise if I hurt you, angel.”

“hush now, you need not apologise.” you’re proven right when his eyes return to the perfect colour you remember them for: a golden swirl moving within the rich cocoa, shining only as the light hits it. relief floods him when he rests his forehead on your own. he grips your hips firmly, swaying you both as you call for him.

“jaemin, what is it you do eat?”

“pretty girls named y/n.” oh how he wished you would have laughed then, instead of him opening his eyes to find your horror stricken face. “i swear to you that was a joke. that was in poor taste, i am so sorry.” you find his apology hard to believe as his body shakes, shaking your whole frame along with him.

“do not,” you hit his arm once, “mock,” and a second time though ineffective, “me!”

he saves himself quickly, retreating to safety by putting an unrealistic amount of distance between you two in an inexplicable amount of time. when he abandoned you, you nearly collapse forward with the force you were using to hit him before catching yourself.

“come here.”

“i drink blood.” you did not particularly dislike his attempt to stay on topic, just the topic itself. you try to appear enlightened but you have always found it difficult to repress your repulsion. “i know you have no interest in the macabre.”

“blood is meant to be inside you.”

“i think it tastes great.” he quickly arrives in front of you, your open books and abandoned letters fluttering all over the room as his speed garners its own winds. his thumbs journey over the veins on your wrists, slowly trailing up your forearms. he only speaks again when he hooks his thumbs under your jaw, tilting your head to allow his teeth to graze over the column of your neck. “it is reminiscent of fruit. some blood is like grapefruit and lemon. while some are akin to grape, strawberries.”

“oh,” you sigh, heart slowing as his lips drag along the base of your throat. he pulls back, gazing longingly at your wonderment as you feel his mood swing. bitterness seeps into his eyes in how his taste for blood ironically remains the only provision of some kind of memory of flavour, of normality. “do you enjoy it?”

“blood?”

“being a vampire.” no one has ever asked him such a thing. is there anything to enjoy about eternal life? about reliving his youth, being relocated, remade, renewed over and over and over, for an eternity.

as he gazes down at you, he remembers with all the bad must come some good.

“not always,” he smiles knowingly, thinking of his friends. the lives they built for themselves over a combined millennia. it almost makes him retract saying that. “i do regret some things. like allowing haechan to convince us to help real witches free the falsely accused during the witch trials. only to later discover he had a wager on being able to free more than their coven could.” he loved the way your eyes followed along, he loved knowing he could finally share his life in its entirety with you. “i have a thousand reasons why i should hate it, but I cannot bring myself to.”

“why?” he will find a way to forgive himself for giving you a reason to ask. he will ensure you needn’t ask again.

“because,” he whispers into your mouth, his lips slipping between your own, fingers clasped behind your neck. “if i had died in 1625, i would not have had the honour of making your acquaintance.”

“this is hardly an acquaintance,” you remind him, counting his years in your head as he pulls you flush against him utilising less than a speck of his strength. “careful grandsire,” it tumbles from your lips as he licks against your mouth. “i am not sure a man even three hundred years your junior could make it through what you are starting.”

“you needn’t worry about me,’ he sighs, his groin rolling against your own, his fingers clinging to your breakable frame. “though i must confess, my eating pretty girls named y/n was not said solely in jest.” his fingers toy with your knickers, ice cold digits moving freely along the waistband. “in fact, i fear my sanity depends on it. might you be of some aid?”

“who am i to deny a man nearing his fourth century?” he begs himself not to laugh, if only not to kill the mood but more so to avoid dignifying your mockery. his laughter morphs quickly into pants, your hand slotted wickedly between his own and his groin. “how might i be of assistance to you?”

“just as you are,” he whispers, his dulled teeth passing dangerously along the shell of your ear. as a man of his years, patience isn’t something which he is in short supply. but even then, one grows tired of waiting, for coitus, for love, for you. he is quick to remove your hand, finding his own pacing as he presses you against the wall, your heat pulsing beneath his cock, practically leaking. “i forgot how pliant humans are,” it is wicked how he watches you, his fingers rolling your hardened nub betwixt their pads. you shudder at the sight of him, his golden eyes darkening in the sunlit room, his tongue passing over his sharpened teeth. he smirks as you hiss, his fingers pinching your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. his tongue rolls in time with his hips, running his clothed cock along your clothed folds. he is quickly reminded of his strength as his palm collects dust as it meets the wall with a thud, steadying himself as you whine deliciously, his name bleeding from your raw lips. “yes, angel?”

“i need you,” you breathe, gazing up at him as his lips capture yours. your tongues move in tandem, wrapping around the other in a hypnotic frisk. he swallows your whimpers as he lures them out of you. he sucks your tongue into his mouth, hands moving to your rear before lifting you from the ground. he makes little work of you, rendering you a quarter of your size. your ankles lock around his waist as he casts your knickers aside, hissing as the pad of his finger meets your folds.

“might i have a taste now?” he pleads, eyes burning a fiery amber, pure adoration hidden beneath. “please, angel?”

“take all of me, jaemin.” he holds you still, a metre from the ground as he kneels, his hands firm around your thighs before he lowers you over his mouth. his flat tongue licks long stripes up your cunt, tongue flicking along your hooded clit in his descent. he likens you to a spring, his soul knelt before you, preparing an offering to your fountain. he is ready to collect all you offer him, your essence pouring out onto his tongue, soaking his lips, slick down his chin. his eyes fall to a close at the sight of your dazed form, your eyes screwed shut in prayer, his lips puckering around the hood of your clit, the tip of his tongue rolling against the nerve. “jaemin, right there, please.”

he hums in accordance, his tongue circling your clit as your thighs shake on either side of his head. he smirks as you still, his middle and ring finger entering your warm cavern, forcing your hips to roll against his digits. he curves them slowly, pressing against your pink walls, bulging up against your stomach. “you are so fragile,” he says, lips bitten as he watches your body succumb to his touch. he leans closer to you, steadying you on his shoulders to free his hand. he presses his palm to your abdomen, hypnotised by the feeling of his own fingers inside you. letting his thumb drift down, he pulls up the skin hiding your clit, allowing his lips to pucker against the nub before he offers a hard suck. his tongue joins the fold, drinking you in as you let out a sharp cry, the pressure inside and out joining forces to send you over the edge. “when you’re ready, love, come.”

he can feel your skin burning up, see the sheen of sweat coating your entire body. “jaemin,” you continue to chase your high, but cling to the moment. you feel like your convulsions might snap your body in two. that pleasure such as this cannot exist innately, that only he can bestow it on you. you are proven right as you grow more frantic, his fingers rub against the spot inside you that he found with great ease, as his lips suck on your clitoris. the final straw is his gaze, you feel it and fall victim to it. his irises a bright, angelic white, the rim speckled in gold. one cast of your eyes on your lover and you snap.

there is no doubting that as jaemin gazes up at you, he sees glory eternal. he sees life. he sees an angel.

“come angel.”

and you do. jaemin’s simple command breaks a dam, summoning a flood of pleasure you are unsure you will survive. hot iron passes through your veins, lighting you from the inside out. he continues without thought, his lips sucking the pleasure out of you, his fingers still pounding into your swollen pussy. only when your fingers find his hair, pulling him away with a sharp tug does he concede, lowering you into his lap.

“hi,” he says after some time, watching you pant against the wall. “are you still with me?” he jests, palms gliding up and down your aching thighs.

you hum, gazing up at the golden orbs that you decide you mustn’t live without. much like his life, and much like your love. eternal. “always.”

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moralesispunk · 3 years

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By His Side

Summary: Frankie gets you tickets to your favourite band for your birthday and in doing so has to face one of his biggest anxieties since retiring.

Warnings: this deals with Frankie’s anxiety, especially to do with crowded spaces. Also mentions of alcohol.

Word Count: 2k

“Ready, babe?”

“Coming!”

You gave yourself a once over in the mirror, lifting earrings that you had left on the counter and slipping them on as you headed out from your bedroom to the top of the stairs.

Frankie was waiting at the bottom, hands resting on the wall and banister at the side of the stairs with one leg crossed loosely over the other. You could make out the curls that were peeking out from beneath his cap, the plaid shirt he had on left unbuttoned to show the faded band t-shirt underneath that was tucked into his jeans with the belt buckle on show. His head tilted up to watch you walk down the stairs, a dreamy smile on his face as he pushed off from the wall and held a hand out to help you down the last of the stairs. He let out a slow whistle once you were standing in front of him, hands resting on your hips as he took you in. You playfully rolled your eyes as he nuzzled into your neck, his patchy beard tickling the skin there.

“You look beautiful.”

“I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt.”

“And?”

The cheeky smile that was pressed against your skin made you chuckle, your hands reaching up to tug gently on the curls at the base of his neck so he would lift his head. He lifted it just enough for you to place a kiss against his lips, only standing to full height when you stepped back.

“Excited?” He asked.

You nodded, biting back the full grin to hide just how excited so as not to influence the answer to the question you were about to ask.

“Are you positive you want to do this Frankie. I understand if you don’t, we can go next time they’re in town.”

Frankie nodded his head. “I want to.”

Your favourite band was playing in a nearby venue tonight and Frankie had managed to get you tickets to it for your birthday a few months ago. While you were excited, throwing your arms around Frankie’s shoulders and peppering his face with kisses when he pulled them from his back pocket, you were nervous for him. Ever since officially retiring, Frankie had become nervous about busy spaces. He didn’t like going to the mall on weekends and the both of you had become accustomed to showing up to birthday parties just long enough to show face, before it got too much for him. It was the idea of being in a crowd with so many uncertainties that made him anxious; an unknown body of people, no control over the security, compromised exits.

The night of your birthday, when the lights were off and there was only a trickle of moonlight sneaking through the gap in the curtains to light his eyes a little, you turned to him in bed and asked if he wanted to come, since he liked the band too, or if you should ask a friend. You left it up to him but he was certain he wanted to go; it was two months away and he could work up to it.

So here you are, the night of the concert, driving to it in Frankie’s truck. It wasn’t a long drive to the gig, a small place in the middle of the town that was more like a bar than a concert venue, but still your hand never left his and you filled the nervous silence with conversation about what you thought their setlist would be and how you hope they would play your favorite song even though it wasn’t one of their most well known numbers and from an older album. Frankie was thankful for it, the conversation taking his mind off of what was making him anxious about tonight and directing him to what he was looking forward to.

It was still quiet when you arrived, just like you had planned. It meant that you wouldn’t have to push through too many bodies to get to where you wanted to stand. Once the engine was off you reached across and gave his hand a squeeze.

“Remember if you want to leave or take a step outside we can do that.”

Frankie let out a breath, turning to face the venue before nodding his head and squeezing your hand back. He lifted your hand to kiss the back of it and turned to you with a more confident smile on his face. You let one another’s hands go for long enough to get out of the truck and meet each other at the front, taking your hands together again.

You let Frankie take the lead, his eyes landing on the bar first where you both went to buy a beer, before walking to a spot at the opposite side of the room. It wasn’t an overly large room, still bare of the bodies that would be filling the crowd soon. You stood near the back at the opposite side from the bar but still with a perfect view of the stage.

As the room filled, you slowly sipped on your beers and spoke about your day at work. Soon it was as full as it would get; not as packed as some of the concerts you had been to with more than enough room between you and anyone else. The lights on the ceiling going out had the crowd switching from a loud chatter to claps and cheers as a spotlight shone on the middle of the stage.

Frankie’s grip tightened in yours momentarily, so quick you almost missed it, and so you stepped closer into his side to rest your head against his shoulder as the first strum of guitars and bang of drums filled the room. Within a few songs your cups and been thrown in a bin and you were standing in front of Frankie, an arm around your waist and your bodies swaying in time with the music.

There was a sudden bump into Frankie’s side breaking him from the calmness you had created together and he could feel the safety crack down the middle. A cold splash of beer covering his shoulder was the start of the lights becoming just that little bit too erratic, the drums and crowd singing mixing together in an unfriendly way, the voice of the drunk guy whose arm was now slung around Frankie’s shoulder as he shouted an apology in his ear too loud. He hadn’t noticed that his eyes had squeezed shut or that his grip around you was too tight until he felt your body struggle slightly to turn in his arms.

“Frankie? Francisco, honey?”

Your soft hands reached up to rest on either side of his face, tilting it down so that when he opened his eyes all he could see was you. His hands were gripping tight into your hips, holding on for dear life as he tried to focus on your voice.

“You’re okay, Frankie. Just breathe for me, okay?”

He let out a breath in time with your chest rising and falling, his hand reaching up to hold yours that was still resting on his cheek. His fingers twisted and pulled and the cold band that was on your finger, the one he had placed there himself a little over a year ago.

Looking at you and listening to your voice was slowly gluing the crack back together again; the lights weren’t feeling as bright, the noise of the room was now drowning out to a manageable level, and the man was stepping back to give you both space.

“I’m okay,” he nodded his head, waiting until his breathing was completely settled before turning to the man who had bumped into him and offered an awkward smile.

“Do you want to go?”

He stood for a minute, really thinking about how he felt. It was just an accident; there’s nothing wrong. Frankie shook his head and he watched as you scanned his eyes to make sure he was telling the truth and not just saying that for your sake. You slowly nodded, your hands leaving his face and one reaching down to hold his before you both faced the stage again.

Your own fingers were now playing with his matching ring, spinning it slowly as you both began to sway to the music again. He kept your hand in his, lifting it over your head to wrap it around your waist and pull you against him.

“You’ve been a great crowd! This is our last song!”

The crowd cheered and within the first beat of music you had turned your head up to face him, a knowing smile in place as your favourite song began to play through the speakers. Frankie smiled back, nosing the side of your cheek to turn back to the stage before pressing a kiss to your temple. He sang along with you but more watched you than the band.

It had been a hard night for Frankie and there was no denying that but watching you now was enough reason to be glad that he pushed through it. The same smile that he fell in love with all those years ago never left your face as you sang along loudly, your hips swaying and head bobbing along. He could feel you shiver as his own voice singing along close to your ear sent goosebumps down your spine and he chuckled, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

Once the song was finished he let go to clap the band out, stopping when you turned to face him and pulled him back into the corner as the lights came up.

“What are you doing?” His eyebrows pulled together as he let you lead him away.

“We can wait here until it gets quieter,” you pointed over to the bottleneck of people trying to squeeze through the small door.

“I love you,” the words slipped past his lips so quietly he was surprised you managed to hear it.

“I love you.” You stood on your toes, your lips pressing gently to his before resting your head on his chest. “I’m really proud of you, you know that?”

Your head tilted up so your chin was resting on his chest, a bright look in your eyes.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” his hand came up to push a strand of hair behind your ear, his lips pressing against your forehead.

“You could have,” your voice was muffled against his t-shirt, “but I’m glad I was here to help. I’ll always be by your side.”

When you looked up at Frankie again his eyes were glassy and a small smile was on his face. You stood on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to the part of his jaw where his beard just didn’t want to fill in, and took his hand in yours.

“It’s quiet enough now, I think.”

He let you lead him out of the room, his hand never leaving yours until you were seated in the car and he had to let go to close the door behind you. It had been a long night for Frankie, a lot of energy had been spent on fighting off the anxious feeling that was bubbling beneath the surface, but he was proud of himself.

When you both got home your bodies moved quickly and quietly to get ready for bed and slide under the covers. You cuddled into his chest, his arms wrapping tight around you and holding you close against him. The sound of the concert was still playing loudly in your ears but you could still make out the sound of his heartbeat and you smiled against his skin.

Before tonight, Frankie didn’t know if he would have been able to do something like this again. He felt silly when he said it out loud because it was a feeling that didn’t really make sense to anyone who hasn't experienced the same but you never invalidated any of his feelings. You were by his side as he worked on conquering each of his fears that had slowly crept up over time and you seemed to know exactly what he needed even before he did. Frankie knew that so long as you where beside him, he would be able to take on the world.

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bumbleleewrites · 3 years

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Fighting Monsters

Written using this prompt. Thank you, @emmabloomo725! :]

Summary: Techno is play fighting with young Tommy, when he gets a bit too cocky. It’s his responsibility as an older brother, along with Wilbur, to take him down a peg.

[Canon] Lee!Tommy, Ler!Techno, Ler!Wilbur, brief implied Ler!Phil. Tommy is 7-8 years old and all characters are aged down accordingly.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I’ll admit this was a bit of a challenge and isn’t my best work, since I wrote this on pretty much zero sleep. I hope you all enjoy nonetheless! As well, beeduo content has been giving me loads of ideas, so please feel free to pop in my ask box with any prompts for them! I really need to expand my writing past the SBI boys/lh

The dull sound of clattering wood filled the large room, echoing against the walls. Bright midday sunlight poured in through a small window, illuminating the space warmly. Tommy and Techno were in this space, training with play swords they had made out of branches a few days earlier. Despite the rest of his family thinking it was unnecessary for him to be taught combative strategies at such a young age, the boy was eager to learn. Techno, and occasionally Wilbur, had taken to training him in close-range combat. After the first few times, it had become a regular occurrence in the household, due to Tommy’s constant asking and the others’ inability to deny him of it.

“Techno, no!” the young blond cried playfully as the pink-haired boy gently prodded his shoulder with the end of his sword. Techno couldn’t resist a smile at that, retracting his hand and lowering the weapon to his side. “Not bad, big man,” he reassured Tommy, “But remember to guard your upper body, yeah?”

Tommy looked up and smiled at him, nodding. He was still clearly disappointed at his defeat, however, as he was unsuccessfully trying to hide the slight dejection in his eyes. Techno hummed, noticing the boy’s disappointment.

“Hey, Tommy?” he asked, forming an idea for a new game they could play. Something fun, and even a bit silly, he decided, would hopefully cheer him up. “Yeah?” replied Tommy, with a fake brightness in his tone.

“Have I ever told you about Greek monsters?” the other began. “I don’t think so,” he responded. Although he had seen the term scrawled on the spines of a few books scattered around their home, he had never bothered to read them.

Techno smiled excitedly. “Really? I’ve never told you about them?” Tommy shook his head. “Well there’s a lot to tell...” he started, before looking behind Tommy to see a tall figure standing in the doorway, looking at them with fondness in his eyes. “Hi, Wil,” greeted Techno. Tommy’s eyes lit up at the mention of the name and he turned to face his other brother. “Wil!” he chirped, bouncing up and down on his heels. “Hey, Tommy!” Wilbur replied, stepping into the room, “Techno,” he added with a smile, “What are you two up to?” “We’re training!” interrupted Tommy cheerily, as Techno opened his mouth to speak.

“Oh really?” Wilbur fawned. “We were about to fight Greek monsters, actually,” stated Techno. Wilbur chuckled lightly as he walked further in. “Well, I’ll leave you both to it then. I just came in to get my guitar,” he said, motioning slightly to the instrument which was perched precariously against the wall. He sauntered towards it and wrapped his hand around the guitar’s neck.

“Nooo, Wilbur, stay!” Tommy shouted, running up to the boy and wrapping his arms around his waist. The brunet grinned and looked up towards Techno, who nodded in permission. “Sure, Toms,” Wilbur agreed, lightly patting his back affectionately. Tommy let go of him and ran back to Techno, hurriedly picking his sword up from the floor. Wilbur took his guitar into his hands and sat cross-legged against the wall. He began strumming a few riffs quietly, trying not to disturb his brothers. The faint melody echoed around the room, but nobody particularly minded. “Alright, Tommy. You ready?” asked Techno, beaming at him. “Yeah!” Tommy yelled excitedly, squatting down slightly into a fighting stance.

“Okay. Now, the Chimera was a really scary one,” explained Techno, being careful to slow down from his usual quick, passionate rambling so the boy was able to understand, “she was a lion with a goat’s head on her back, and a snake for a tail. Pretty weird, right?” Tommy nodded eagerly. Techno hesitantly descended to his knees and hands to mimic a quadruped, feeling slightly sheepish while doing so. He raised his head to look up at the blond with a mischievous smile. “So, the Chimera, in ancient Greece, used to cause trouble all over the country, and people really hated her. But a brave soldier, Bellerophon, defeated her and made everyone happy. You, big man, are going to be Bellerophon, okay?” “Okay!” the boy agreed enthusiastically, bouncing a little.

He held out his sword as Techno inched closer. Suddenly, he charged forward, pointing the branch at his brother’s arm, but the eldest quickly ducked and rolled away. They continued this routine of Tommy attacking and Techno swiftly dodging him, while Wilbur watched from afar. The musician had stopped playing to observe their antics, smiling at them and resting his chin between his hands. He decided, however, that such a battle would surely benefit from a soundtrack. He began to strum some chords, letting each string ring out individually to mimic a harp. Slightly chuckling to himself, he tried his best to think of lyrics as he began to sing: “Bellerophon the brave is fighting the beast,

He’ll uh… it will be a struggle, at the very least.

The, er… his sword fighting is... reallyyyy gooood,

Will he lose?... uh… that has a… big unlikelihood.”

Techno snorted at the song as he narrowly ducked away from the sword, which had been aimed for his head. He flinched and squinted his eyes shut, however, when the branch came colliding with his forehead. Tommy cried triumphantly and threw his arms in the air. Techno whined slightly at the pain and rubbed his face.

“Well done, Toms!” Wilbur praised from across the room. He lightly tapped his guitar strings rather than clapping, creating an annoying tinny sound that echoed across the space. “Yeah, good job!” Techno beamed. He’d been going easy on the boy, not realizing how much his skills had improved since they began. “But maybe I was just making it too easy for you.” “No way!” retorted Tommy, “I beat you!” “Oh, yeah? Then you’ll be able to beat me next time, too?” “Try me,” said the youngest, crossing his arms proudly. Techno grinned determinedly. He loved his brother, but there was no way he’d let him be this cocky and get away with it. He crawled towards the boy, before stopping a couple feet away. “Tommy?” “Yeah?” “Do you think you could beat...” he paused dramatically with a smirk, “the tickle monster?”

Techno pounced, leaning over and digging his fingers into the boy’s sides before he had time to protest. Tommy fell on his back, not expecting the attack, and squealed. He flailed his arms, giggling, and Techno winced as he felt Tommy’s weapon hit his back bluntly. “Tehehechnohoho!” Tommy complained as his eyes squeezed shut. Techno moved up and wiggled his fingers against his ribs, making his laughter increase in volume. “Tommy- Ow! Wilbur, a little help?” Techno asked.

It was getting difficult to keep Tommy still due to his squirming. The brunet gently rested his guitar on the floor and raced over, crouching near Tommy’s face. He leaned forward and grabbed his wrists with slight difficulty, holding them up so he would stop attacking his brother. The blond’s eyes shot open as he looked up to see Wilbur looming over him, smirking. “Wihihilbuhuhur, nohoho!” he complained through his laughter.

“Wilbur, yes!” he mocked, moving his wrists into one hand so he could scratch under the boy’s chin. Tommy squealed and tried to turn his head away, to no avail. Meanwhile, Techno had moved a hand down to squeeze at Tommy’s knees, relishing in his squawking at each contact.

“Nahahah- plehehEHese!” Techno chuckled. “Hah, no way, nerd, you said you could beat me!” “Yeah, Toms,” Wilbur added, “You shouldn’t start a fight you have no chance of winning!” The brunet tightened his grip as Tommy began to squirm harder. Techno suddenly began drilling his fingers into the boy’s hips. Wilbur, deciding it was an appropriate time to switch spots, swirled his fingers in light circles around Tommy’s neck. The blond shrieked and twisted his body even harder.

“Well, Tommy, I don’t think this is accurate. I don’t remember Bellerophon being defeated by tickles!” he teased, as the boy writhed back and forth. Realizing he had no chance of escaping until he’d been thoroughly wrecked, Tommy resorted to calling for backup. “DADZAHAHA!” he yelled as loud as he could, causing both the older boys to recoil from the sudden sound. “Awwww, Tommy,” Wilbur cooed, “Cracking already?” Loud footsteps could be heard coming stomping down the hall and coming to a sudden halt at the doorway. Phil stood there, panicked for Tommy's safety, but sighed in relief when he realized the sons were just playing. He noticed, however, that the boy’s face was growing awfully red, and that it was getting difficult for him to inhale in between his giggles. The man slowly crept closer until he was hovering over the group. He spread his wings suddenly, attempting to startle the lers. “Hi,” he spoke. His plan worked, as Wilbur loosened his hold just enough for Tommy to slip his hands free. All three boys looked up at him, the elder two bringing their hands to a stop. Tommy gasped as his residual giggles faded away. “What’s going on here?” Phil asked, smiling, although his concern was evident. Tommy refused to answer, embarrassed, while Wilbur and Techno merely stared at each other guiltily. “Were you killing Tommy again?” “They weren’t killing me, ‘m a big man,” Tommy answered sheepishly. Phil continued to eye the other two with an accusing look. “Alright, that’s enough for today. Come on, up,” Phil said. Wilbur and Techno each backed away and stood up, trying to look innocent. The older man maneuvered around them and scooped up Tommy from the floor, who lay limp in his arms. He set the boy on his feet and ruffled his blond hair, at which he yelled embarrassedly. Phil cooed, before turning to the other two. With a smirk, he held out his wings and shook them threateningly, causing the feathers to softly ruffle. “Run.” The boys had never fled so fast in their life.

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anarmorofwords · 3 years

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Hi! You're probably not going to like this ask, but before getting into it I'd just like to say that this isn't meant as Kamala hate or anything, and I don't really want to offend.

Having said that, wouldn't it make sense that we get to see how Kamala treated Anna after she came out? It's in all likelihood one of the things that's weighing on Anna the most.

Obviously Kamala had her valid reasons: her parents aren't as liberal as the Lightwoods, she believes (knows?) their love is conditional as she's adopted, she's not white and not being heterosexual could further any treatment she's suffered from being different... Her reasons have already been listed multiple times by multiple people. Kamala has the right to stay in the closet and fear coming out. And while that shouldn't be villianised, we can't forget that closeted people can harm those around them.

If Kamala had kept treating Anna like a good friend, rumour would've sparked, and even if it was denied, she'd have been harmed by merely associating with Anna. Especially with the life Anna began leading; she could have been labelled as one of Anna's 'conquests' by the Clave. That, as we've established, is detrimental for her safety.

But at the same time, it would create a breach between Anna and Kamala. And Anna had the right to be hurt by it and weary of it when Kamala said she wanted a relationship.

If we look at it from that perspective, Anna's actions (though inexcusable in how they treated Kamala --who was also at fault for not accepting a negative for four months) make sense. Kamala wasn't only a fling of a week*, but also the girl she lost her virginity with, who asked her to be her secret (until she married Charles, after which Anna's affections would be discarded), who hid her sexuality for two years and sat back while Anna suffered from homophobic commentary, and who now wants a relationship hidden from most of the people that know her.

Kamala shouldn't be forced to come out; but the harm that can do to the women she may engage with is reflective of what happens nowadays. I can mostly think of examples with gay men, so my apologies in advance. But how many women have seen their marriages ruined by their husband having affairs with men?

Creating characters that reflect a toxic part of the 'hidden' LGBT community shouldn't be seen as hating or villinifying. Thomas isn't out and he isn't labelled a villain by the narrative --because his actions don't harm anyone. The hate Alastair gets in-universe is because of his past as a bully, not because he's gay. Matthew's not fully out and he isn't villianised --like Thomas, because the decisions he makes to keep his sexuality hidden don't impact anyone negatively.

I'll even go as far as saying that not even the narrative villianises characters like Kamala and Charles. If it were, they'd be seen more like Grace in Chain of Gold. We'd see how Kamala's actions are affecting Anna's in more ways than anger (that in itself put the fandom against Anna), and the characters would note so. We wouldn't see scenes were Cordelia empathised with Charles, nor Matthew said he loved him.

Be it as it may, Kamala and Charles represent ugly parts of being closeted that can naturally occur when someone is in their position. LGBT people are human. Humans, when put into very difficult situations (and Charles risks his career; Kamala her safety), can make decisions that harm those around them. Consequently, the people they're harming have a right to feel, well, harmed in whatever range of ways --this goes mostly for Alastair, and very partly for Anna, whose treatment of Kamala was horrible.

Readers need to understand what is pushing these 'villianised' characters to harm (again, mostly for Alastair) the more prominent characters and go beyond how they are instantly depicted. Because these are complex characters based on complex real people influenced by very ugly realities we will move on from someday, but sadly not yet.

By the way, Charles and Kamala's situations aren't that similar beyond the closeted thing, but I crammed them together because of a post I saw you reblog.

Please understand I'm not justifying Charles's actions; that I understand the pain he's put Alastair through, and know that he shouldn't ever be near Alastair. Nor am I trying to justify Anna's actions nor hate on Kamala.

I'll just finish my pointless rant by adding that I do think cc has sensitivity readers. I think she asked a gay man to go through tec (I don't know if he still revised her other books, though), and know she asked POC's input when writing someone for their culture. I don't know much beyond that, but I doubt who revises her stuff is up to her. Wouldn't that be something the publisher is responsible for (honest question)?

*I've also noticed people using the argument that they didn't know each other long enough for Anna to harbour such ugly emotions towards Kamala, but Kamala also remembered Anna pretty deeply and is 'in love' with her. I just wanted to say that considering cc writes (fantastical) romance where someone can ask a woman they met two months ago marriage, stressing over time spaces doesn't make much sense. Just my take.

hi!!

alright, where do I start? probably would be best with stating that while I can analyse Kamala's situation with what I know/see/read about racism and discrimination and reasonably apply things I've read/heard from PoC to the discussion, as well as try to be as sensitive about it as possible, I'm still a white woman, so not a person that's best qualified to talk about this.

that being said - if someone wants to add something to this conversation, you're obviously more than welcome to, and if there's something in my answer that you don't agree with or find in some way insensitive or offensive - please don't hesitate to call me out on that.

back to your points though: (this turned into a whole ass essay, so under the cut)

I don't think Anna shouldn't be able to reminiscent on Kamala's behaviour/reaction to her coming out, or be hurt by it. what bothers me is the way CC talks about it - I can't remember the exact phrasing, but the post where she mentioned this suggested something along the lines of "you'll see how Kamala sided with the Clave and didn't defend Anna after her coming out", therefore putting the blame on Kamala and completely disregarding the fact that Kamala wasn't in position to do much at all. It suggest that their situation was "poor Anna being mistreated by Kamala". therefore I'm afraid Kamanna's main problem/conflict will remain to be portrayed as "Anna having to allow themselves to love again and forgive Kamala", while Anna's shortcomings - and Kamala's vulnerable position - are never discussed. I think it would be possible to acknowledge both Kamala's difficult situation and the possible hurt her behaviour caused Anna without being insensitive towards Kamala's character, but it would take a really skilled - and caring - author to do both of the perspectives justice. CC would have to find a balance between being aware of the racism/prejudice Kamala faced/ writing her with lots of awareness and empathy, and still allowing her to make mistakes and acknowledging them. As it is however, I'm under impression that she's just treating it as a plot device, a relationship drama.

I'd say no one expects characters of color to be written as flawless or never making mistakes, it's mostly the way these mistakes are written and what things these characters are judged/shamed/

And that's - at least in my understanding and opinion - where the problem is. it's that the narrative never even addresses Anna's faults, and portrays Kamala as the one that caused all - or most of - the pain, without ever even acknowledging her problems and background.

White characters in TLH make mistakes and fuck up - because they're human and they're absolutely allowed to - but the thing is, non-white characters aren't afforded that privilege. Anna's behaviour is never questioned - none of it, shaming Kamala for not being able to come out, dismissing her desire to be a mother, or any of the questionable things she did in ChoI. Same with Matthew, James, Thomas. Alastair and Kamala however? they're constantly viewed through their past mistakes, and forced to apologize for them over and over, forced to almost beg for forgiveness. Moreover, those past mistakes are used as a justification of all and any shitty behaviour the other characters exhibit towards them now, which is simply unfair and cruel. They're held to a much higher standard.

So I'd like to say that yes, Kamala was in the wrong to keep nagging Anna after numerous rejections, and she was in the wrong to not inform Anna about Charles prior to them having sex - but that doesn't give Anna a free pass to constantly mistreat Kamala. And let's be real, Anna isn't stupid - while at 17 she could be naive and uninformed, I can't imagine how after years of hanging out with the Downworlders and numerous affairs and being out and judged by the Clave she's still so ignorant about Kamala's situation. I definitely think she's allowed to be hurt, but to still not understand why Kamala did what she did? Anna isn't blaming her for not telling her about Charles earlier - which would be fair - but instead for refusing to engage in an outright romance with her. She's being ignorant - and consciously so, I think.

Overall, I think you're definitely right about how coming out - or staying closeted - can be messy and hurt people in the process, especially in unaccepting environments/time periods, and I've seen enough discourse online to know there will never be a verdict/stance on this that will satisfy everyone. I, for one, would really like to refrain from putting all the blame on a single person - but, at least the way I see it, CC is pointing fingers. maybe not directly, but she is. Kamala, Alastair and Charles have no friends or support systems, and the only people in the narrative that defend them are themselves (ok, Cordelia does defend Alastair from Charles, but not from shitty takes about him and his "sins"). Also, sorry, but I don't like how you say "hid her sexuality for two years and sat back while Anna experienced homophobic comments" - it sounds very much judgemental. Kamala had every right to do that? The fact that she slept with Anna doesn't means she owed her something, and certainly not coming out and most probably destroying her life, or even defending her at the - again - expense of her own reputation, or more possibly safety.

As for Charles - it's a different issue here, at least imo - I fear that it'll be implied that his refusing to come out will is his main "sin", and therefore not something he can be judged for, which ironically, will be villainizing, but mostly will mean his actual sins are dismissed. This is where the scene with Cordelia feeling a pang of sympathy for him comes into play, and it worries me. I've never hated Charles for not wanting to come out, but rather for, let's see - grooming Alastair, disregarding Alastair's needs and feelings, disrespecting his mother, being a sexist prick, being low-key far-right coded "make Shadowhunters great again" etc.

As for sensitivity readers - I'm no expert, so I don't think my input is worth much. From what I've gathered from multiple threads/discussions on twitter, tho it is probably consulted/approved by the publisher, many authors push for that - and authors less famous and "powerful" than her. I'm not a hater, but seeing fandoms' opinions on much of her rep, I think she could do better. Because if she does have sensitivity readers, then they don't seem to be doing a great job - maybe they're friends who don't wanna hurt her feelings? Or maybe she thinks a gay guy's feedback will be enough for any queer content - which, judging by the opinions I've seen from the fans, doesn't seem to be true.

Again, these are mostly my thoughts and I'm more than open to reading other opinions, because *sigh* I really don't know how to handle this.

Bottom line - I really really don't want to be hating on the characters in general, playing God in regards to judging the struggles of minorities, or even criticising the characters too harshly for being human, flawed etc. What my main issue is is how CC handles those complex and heavy topics.

I hope I make sense and this answer satisfies you somehow - I also hope someone better equipped to answer might wanna join this conversation.

* I desperately need a reread of TLH before I engage in any more conversations like this, but I didn't wanna leave you hanging. So yeah, I might be remembering things wrong. Again, let me know, I'm very much open to being corrected as well as to further discussion.

* I use she/her pronouns for Anna because that's what she uses in canon

#the last hours #tlh #alastair carstairs #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #anti charles fairchild #is this anti anna?#kamala joshi #ariadne bridgestock #chain of iron #chain of gold #spilling the tea

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emilycollins00 · 3 years

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I saw your requests were open so I 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 I’m not sure if you do Guy but if you do, maybe a scenario where the reader is dancing under the rain and having fun but Guy is worried for their health and is trying to coax them back in but the reader manages to pull Guy with them and start dancing together. I personally think Guy wouldn’t understand the concept or the appeal of dancing under the rain until he sees you and is dancing with you and just goes “oh” yknow 😔✊🏼 if you don’t do Guy or aren’t comfortable enough yet you could replace him with Juza/Tasuku

THIS REQUEST WAS EVERYTHING. I've wanted to write Guy for a while so this was absolutely wholesome to do, thank you Ever!

Hope you all enjoy it 💕

One soulful moment it's all it takes (Guy x Reader)

People say monotony kills the heart. Ironically, monotony is what also keeps the heart working.

It wasn’t that Guy enjoyed it per se, it's just that it was proven things got done quicker when you set up a system. It was more productive. More efficient. Waking up early every morning to practice karate was good to improve his health. Making and drinking tea also helped. Going fishing or taking care of Tsukioka’s garden had also become part of what he got used to when he started living in Mankai among other activities.

The only variant he could never seem to grasp was you.

“You should go out more!”

"I believe we are already outside."

"No- I mean, to play around, you know? Enjoy life! Nothing like a good bruise on your leg to remind you that you have a leg."

You always picked on him based on the consistency of his routines, on the rigidness of his answers. And while sometimes Guy had to admit he didn’t quite grasp the full meaning of what you said, he found you captivating, intriguing even.

Everyone around always seemed to have a smile next to you after all, and as you two got closer, Guy found himself wishing he could be half as carefree and adventurous as you.

“Come on!” You made him eat some of the food you had ordered- even though his own plate was more than enough for one person’s fill. “I can’t believe this is not making you smile. If you are not excited when you eat, you are doing something wrong.”

You always loved to try new things, which was why whenever you would suddenly appear at Mankai you would try and drag him all over Veludo. Openminded experiences, you liked to call them. It was also how Guy had gotten used to asking for places others recommended, such as the cat’s café, Veludo main acting street, or this new curry restaurant director and Usui had seemed to enjoy so much lately.

As you finished your meals and paid, you both stepped outside while making light talk. “Ah… that was spicy but delicious! Not Omi’s level though. I’ve only eaten snacks from him but I bet all his food tastes just as good. You guys are lucky.”

“Yes. He is one skilled young man even among other Zahran’s royal court's chefs I know. I have no doubt anyone that would try his cooking would think so as well.”

“Right? Anyway, I didn’t know you could handle spices so well,” you patted his arm happily. Those plates had been no joke, Chikage and Izumi were monsters. “I mean, you finished it all! I believed this was the time I was gonna see you making weird faces."

"Do you want me to?"

"No! I was joking Guy. You always take me too seriously I swear," you laughed as you both left the shopping district.

The winter member nodded, taking a mental note once again. From his early childhood memories he had always been told to be careful about everything, and was made to follow the path everyone told him to. And though there were times when he wanted to step out of the beaten path, he hadn't been much of a rebel- until Citronia left, that is. He would easily put those thoughts aside and go on doing whatever he was supposed to do.

All of a sudden a few drops fell, snapping him back in the present and made him blink surprised at the sky at the unexpected wet contact. He had seen the weathercast that morning over breakfast and it hadn’t said anything about raining.

“We should look for shelter before it becomes heavier.”

“Uh? What are you talking about?”

Guy stopped walking and met your questioning eyes, as if you truly didn’t understand what he had said. People around you both began passing by jogging with jackets, briefcases, or whatever object they might have in hand acting as umbrellas, and for a second he didn’t know how to explain it more clear. “The rain. We will get wet otherwise.”

There was a sound of thunder in the distance, which made people speed up their walking pace. Not you though.

“I know." you shrugged. "Still can’t see the problem.”

As the raindrops started to make their way through you, causing you to get wet, you stepped away from him, welcoming the cool drink from the clouds.

“Y/N? Where are you going?” he called out to you when you started moving around in circles.

The unaware worry tinted in his expression resonated in your mind. In time, you were able to control yourself enough to let out a snort of a laugh. "Nowhere. I'm dancing silly!" you replied, your voice high with joy and arms open up in the sky. "The rain feels good. I love to walk and dance in it. Don’t tell me you’ve never done this."

“But you will get sick.”

“Oh come on, healing rain is real!”

“Is that so.”

“Yeah! It can be physical healing or emotional or whatever you want it to.” You smiled. Your movements were rusty under the slow and endless drizzle, making jumpings and turns here and there. “It washes your sins away.”

Guy kept staring not entirely convinced. As much as he saw you enjoying yourself moving around in the rain, he had seen Tsukioka and a few other members from Mankai get sick just from running under in the rain on their way back home and all in all, he still didn't fully understand the point of what you were doing.

“It doesn’t seem very conclusive.” He looked around, trying to look for any shop that might sell umbrellas. Without any result he turned to you once again, rain getting heavier as you two talked. “If you wish to feel water running under you a shower could work as well, although I admit the space is considerably different if you decided to dance.”

“Oh for the love of-" you ran up to him, grabbing his elbow and forcing him to come out of the somewhat safe roof he had been guarding himself against since you had left him laughing. “Just come here. Now close your eyes and enjoy the music!”

He followed your instructions and stayed in silence for a few seconds, then he opened them. “There’s no music Y/N.”

“Of course there is! Try closing them again and pay attention.”

He followed your suggestion once again.

All was silent as before- All silent save the dripping rain. Then, as the breathful afternoon melted slowly and the cold caress of fresh air lapped up, Guy started to feel the drops around him. And while they were not synchronized, they created a sound worth listening to.

As you had indicated, he tried to let go of his inhibitions, allowing the rain to wash away the thoughts that had been roaming on his mind After a while he opened his eyes slightly, confused at the sudden feeling emerging within him. It was also when he found you still there, not having moved yet, smiling brightly -as the now hidden sun in front of him.

Ah. He didn’t know exactly why or how it had happened, but the connection between you was different from anything he had felt before.

“…I believe I am now listening to the music you spoke of.”

Sometimes one finds joy in the small and simple things. It could be the scent of the rain, the taste of your favorite food... others, it was the sound of a loved one's voice.

“What do you think Guy?”

He never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and feel the rain, however his eyes trailer over you, before silently stepping back instead. The sudden action made you tilt your head confused. You knew Zahfra wasn't that much of a humid place so it would make sense he might not be as comfortable as it was for other people to stand in the middle of the rain.

“Guy-”

“Y/N-"

You chuckled at how you both said each other names so suddenly. Just like in the movies. “You go first.”

He stared gaze at your figure for a second, before offering his right hand. Rain kept falling under you, no one else in sight. Just you, Guy, and the sound of rain.

“May I have this dance?”

As if it was possible, your eyes lighted up brighter than they had on the whole day, which surprised Guy to an extent. With a beaming smile you nodded, and so he took a step towards you. He wrapped his hands around you and pulled you slightly closer. The thunderbolts made your body shiver while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He could feel your every breath, and with every breath, your own heartbeats pumped faster.

A good lead should be soft yet subtle, stating their intentions by moving themselves, inviting their partners to follow along. Guy was alert, eyes scanning the surroundings ahead of him, watching traffic, other people, but also aware of what was happening right in his arms.

He treated your follow with respect, never forcing any movement. If he led a step or a pattern and you interpreted the movement differently than he had intended, he adapted to you rather than forcing change. He wanted to give you a sense of security, knowing you could fully depend on his lead the way he had learned to dance, however after a few clumsy fails followed by your laugh, he soon discovered it didn't matter how you both danced, just that you did.

“I think you know me better than I know myself.” He broke the silence after a while. You smiled.

“I’m not going to deny that.”

“I wish I could repay you for that, somehow.”

Laughing again you adjusted yourself so you could look up at him. His astonishingly beautiful green orbs finding yours once again, filled with overwhelming love and safety. “You are doing it right now.”

The corner of his eyes softened.

There were many things he had tried to chase away. Things he couldn’t remember, and others he didn’t let himself think about. Right now he was living, and nothing else seemed to matter anymore. He allowed you to take him anywhere you pleased on that made-up dance floor under the rain. You went right, he went right. You sped up, he sped up. Having you there, next to him like this, made him think about just how lucky he had become.

“…You are beautiful,” he whispered, touching your cheek with care, clearing the strands of wet hair that had gotten in the way.

You held on to him tighter.

“You are beautiful too.” You smiled, noses touching. Rain still falling over you both. “Didn't I tell you? That dancing in the rain deserved getting a cold.”

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Wishing you all a wonderful day! 💕

#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3 act addict actors #a3 actor training game #a3!#a3 #a3! guy #a3 guy #guy x reader

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pen-observing · 3 years

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Golden/Wonder boy

Synopsis: You have been with Mammon for 8 years. Nobody can deny that he shines. Yet, why does his light seem to grow more and more distant for you? Golden love turns into another shade.

warnings: none

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When you were first transported to that place of eternal darkness and suffering; that does not cease under a black sky, you couldn’t deny the fear that existed. Yet, you also could not deny the golden strings that engulfed your whole body once you saw him. Mammon. They taught you human veins are blue, but, in that moment, you would swear to a thousand suns, that yours were glowing golden.

When he first spoke to you - it felt like every forest bird sang. It felt like the dry well found ways to beat it’s fate. It felt like he was shining and glowing. His tongue had golden butterflies dripping. His voice, his tone, his words; became a garden.

You were well aware how the human psychology teaches love as the most complex emotion. You were well acquainted with the initial attraction phase. You dared not place a name on the emotion that made those strings hold you tighter. You were, and still are, aware that time is the factor which would decide what it all means for you in the end. Instead of looking for it – you wanted timelessness. You wanted forever. Something eternal in him.

Time showed you how Mammon glowed even more in his gentleness. It made you see him as a product of light despite knowing he fell from that ultimate grace. Time showed you that in that dark sky there were still stars. And, while you knew they make up constellations just so they could shine in close proximity; you swore Mammon’s eyes seemed to shine more.

They were honest. They were his mirror even when he tried to lie. They were the most angelic part of him. And after waiting for the initial attraction to pass just like you waited to admire the stars - his eyes revealed how he thought about you in the same light. His eyes revealed how deeply his love ran. Golden.

You couldn’t run away from that shine. You did not even try. It seemed so perfect.

You know that other people tend to connect golden shades with Mammon because of his sin. You never thought of his gold to be the ugly burnt coins of filth that greed takes. You always connected his gold shimmer to the stardust that would stay on your hands every single time that you touched him.

He was overflowing with gold. He was a river.

Somewhere along the line every single expression of love became that color for you. Somewhere along the line, along 4 years of your relationship, Mammon was feeling smaller than anything. You were in bed and he openly admitted that moment of weakness to you. The moon was shining, his eyes even more. So, instantly, you decided to call him ‘wonder boy’.

Oh it suited him so well. The way that he lived his life with equal amounts of restraint and foolishness. The wonder of golden invisible strings wrapping themselves around you every single time he directed a gentle gaze your way. The safety and warmth created in that little space; just for you two.

He was a golden star. He was a wonder.

His existence meant comfort. His golden expression became love to you. What else could he be besides that?

He was your wonder boy.

But, 4 years after uttering that nickname, you realize how the strings that bind you to one place are no longer gold. They’re gray.

They hold you, choke you and torture you whenever you try to think of their origin.

You wouldn’t say that what you had with Mammon was just initial attraction. It went on for years- it was love. Yet, that golden light It was colored in – just fades and fades.

His mouth no longer gives life to golden butterflies and gardens to rest in. His eyes only sometimes have that certain crystal light. It wasn’t supposed to be that way. A wonder was supposed to stay that! A wonder!

You two don’t hate each other. You never could. Your relationship was built on gentleness, so, it has faded away on it too. These days, he does not admit his weaknesses. These days he asks you about your day just out of habit. Nothing more. These days, the crackling fire seems to being you more golden warmth than Mammon does. And he sits across from you.

You know that there exists a certain light when you gaze upon him; but – you also know that your veins will never shine with gold again.

What is the fate of this love?

The fate is gentleness towards one another. The fate is gentleness even as you decide to tell him that parting is the best way for you two. Why? Because those once invisible and golden strings are gray chains manifested to hold you back

Mammon is still a wonder. He just isn’t yours anymore.

I would like to extend my thanks to @simpingforsatan and @the-ghost-duck for extending me words of encouragement when it comes to this piece. I am afraid to write for Mammon because I feel like my style doesn’t reflect on his personality. I see him more in fluff but I had to write some angst ya know. Our of love of course. If you made it this far - I hope that you enjoyed it.

#Obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #obey me imagines #obey me fanfic #angst #obey me x reader #sjdaldkl i wrote this at 1am last night while waiting for the update

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professionalfangirl24601 · 3 years

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I know not everything has to have a deep meaning or a reason behind it, but I was wondering why Andrew hated Exy when Neil and Kevin were obsessed with it so much.

At first, I didn't get why they loved it so much. I thought since Neil, Kevin, and Riko were all ridiculously obsessed with it and they had played together at Evermore, the reasons for it must have been the same thing. Like Tetsuji used magic or something lol. I realize now that although some aspects of why Kevin and Neil had latched onto it and how they used it are pretty similar, they are two different cases.

CW: mentions of Drake and self harm

Ok, here's Neil's explanation of his love for exy: "This is how I stay alive. When I'm playing, I feel like I have control over something. I feel like I have the power to change things. I feel more real out there than I do anywhere else. The court doesn't care what my name is or where I'm from or where I'll be tomorrow. It lets me exist as I am."

He also said that the only times he had seen his mother smile was when she was watching him play in little league games.

He could survive without playing exy, but he couldn't live without it. It was after his mother's death that he couldn't resist playing anymore. It was the only thing he associated happiness with and after moving around, changing his appearance and personality, he needed something permanent in his life. Since his mother couldn't fill that space anymore, he turned to exy.

Kevin grew up in the nest. He was told his entire life that his only purpose was playing exy. After Riko broke his hand it must have been very hard for him, besides the obvious. He wasn't sure if the Moriyamas would let him live, because he had no purpose, in their eyes. He pushed himself harder than anyone else. I think a part of the reason for this was because in the nest injuries weren't a good enough reason to stop playing. They had to do it, or else.

So exy was a very important tool for Kevin's survival. It was what he was raised for and he was good at it too. So logically speaking, it makes sense that he would like it.

But the reason he's so obsessed with it is because of his mother. Kayleigh was a co-inventor of the sport and he used it to feel closer to her.

Riko's obsession is different. He didn't love the game as much as what being good at it would get him. He believed that if he'd be good enough at it, his father would notice him and pay attention to him. He also liked controlling and hurting people and being the captain of the ravens put him in a convenient (for him ofc) position to do that.

Even though Jean didn't share their sentiment towards the sport he still had his native language, French, that he refused to stop using, no matter how hard Riko tried, because it would mean losing himself completely and giving up.

So why does it seem that Andrew doesn't have anything like that at the beginning of the series? Obviously, he cares about his family, he has promises and deals, and he's not afraid to die because of them. But the thing is, they keep him alive but don't make him WANT to live.

He created a purpose for his life when he couldn't find one, by making himself useful, like, promising Aaron his protection. But it clearly wasn't enough for him because he made a deal with Kevin, that if he stood between him and Riko, Kevin would give him something to build his life around (Andrew didn't believe Kevin could keep it).

he also denies his close relationships with people (Like Renee, Kevin, Neil...) because then people will know his weaknesses and use them against him. Partly he does it because of his deal with Aaron but it's obvious Andrew has problems with letting people in and trusting them.

He thinks that either someone can mean everything or nothing to him. A very good example of this is his relationship with Aaron. Their deal made it seem like they would be everything to each other, but in reality, aside from protecting him, Andrew pretty much ignored him.

I think the reason Andrew doesn't let anyone, (or even exy) too close to him, before Neil, is because he learned how dangerous it was to live for another person or thing because it could easily destroy you. Maybe not deliberately, but it was too risky. He learned it the hard way. A loving mother was so wanted by him that he was willing to put up with drake just to keep Cass. This led him to self-harm. He would continue living like this for who knows how long if not for Aaron's safety.

Andrew started playing exy in juvie. So by that time he already knew how dangerous depending on only one thing to keep you alive was.

The reason Kevin fulfills his end of the deal isn't that Neil becomes the person Andrew lives for, but because he teaches him that it doesn't have to be all or nothing. He's not obsessed with Neil, but he loves him and doesn't deny the thing between them is a something at the end of the series. We also know from the extra content that eventually he starts enjoying exy.

He starts opening up and letting things in because he has people in his life he trusts, and knows they will not use his vulnerability to hurt him. He doesn't choose one thing and start wanting to live because of it. He lets himself grow and heal with Neil by his side and finds many things in life that are worth living for.

#aftg #andrew minyard #andreil #neil josten #kevin day #riko moriyama #all for the game #jean moreau #I find this very interesting #idk if everyone already knows this but #even though i had a vague idea about it #i still didn't know the exact answer before writing this post #I guess it's hard to realize some things until you put them into words and sort of organize the jumbled mess in your head

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lordkambe · 4 years

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Part 1 ✨ hiii, soo I have another naughty request for you (I just love the way you write them, but this is my third one for a smut so pls if I'm being a little over let me know), anyway, let's think about ada and pm fighting another company that is commanded by a female character, she used to be mori and fukuzawa's partner (like if natsume made a trio, but for personal reasons she decided to move from yokohama before they become bosses). when they were close they used to have some threesomes, +

Part 2 ✨✨ and after she almost kill all of their employees they decided that it's time for her punishment? like a lott of edging, degradation, maybe a bit violent (like hard face slaps and hard facefuck? but ofc only if you're ok with that)

♠ character, fandom, type of reader: fukuzawa yukichi, mori ogai, bungou stray dogs, woman reader.

♠ genre, rating: nsfw. 18+ only.

♠ themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, heavy degradation, choking, slapping

♠ author’s note: hey, i love when past requesters come back it makes me so happy that i’m able to bring your ideas to life ! writing this was so fun because i love both these men. i went ahead and assumed that the three were once close so she refers to both men as yukichi an rintaro 💖 i just thought it would be cute lol. thank you for requesting again and i hope this was worth the wait ( sorry about that btw !! )

The city of Yokohama had never been kind to you. The only thing that kept you company was the glint of your sword and the precision of your movements. It kept you employed. It helped you survive. It introduced you to two men you didn’t realize would have such an integral role in your life. Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Ogai were two men with the same ideal; they loved Yokohama but one craved power and the other craved peace. Their goals were explained clearly to you through Natsume, he had a plan and that plan included you. But somehow before you could see that plan turn into action you left; leaving behind friendships, romances, a future.

The lack of compassion is what led you to leave Yokohama, you fled elsewhere and took the little advice Natsume had given you to create your own team of gifteds. Gifteds who weren’t bound by what the government wanted them to be, it was freeing and embodied everything you believed in. The organization grew in numbers and expanded past where it all began. Whether it was a mere coincidence or fate, the organization had found itself in Yokohama... where it all began.

It had been 12 years since you were here last. 12 years since you saw Yukichi and Rintaro. Despite your grown age, you acted like a child and deliberately ignored places where you knew you’d run into the two men. You kept to yourself and didn’t want to confront those old wounds, at least not so suddenly. Besides, your organization's presence in Yokohama was kept secret. It was quiet and moved like a flame but that flame erupted into an explosion and the city of Yokohama was corrupted because of you.

Done at the hands of a rogue member the attack wasn’t intentional but you knew the opposing organizations wouldn’t buy it. You had the safety of your identity concealed but with a possible turf war up ahead you had no choice but to reunite with the two men and hash things over. The subsequent days after the attack were unusually quiet one of your subordinates had brought you an invitation, it was from Yukichi. The letter informed you of a meeting that would consist of yourself, Yukichi, and Rintaro.

Unlike the previous letters Yukichi would send you this one lacked any compassion. It was cold and devoid of any feeling toward you — romantic or platonic. The guilt you felt because of your actions was a heavy burden to carry and it seemed that the man wasn’t eager to free you from that guilt. It was difficult to blame Yukichi; even if he was always difficult with you. Rintaro was kinder and far more patient whereas Yukichi pushed you to your limit. It was the perfect ying yang that translated into the bedroom with ease.

The three of you kept yourself company during those late evenings. It was human nature for those nights to turn suggestive. For all that pent up frustration to be expressed through long nights of pleasure. However those days were far behind the three of you, or you assumed that they were.

The location was familiar to you, it’s where Natsume had informed the three of you of the plans he had for the city of Yokohama. It was a neutral playing ground for the three of you and more importantly it was kept secret. Only the three of you (and Natsume) were aware of its exact location. This provided the three of you the ultimate level of privacy which was perfect provided what most of your evenings entailed.

Both of the men looked different. Yukichi’s hair had grown longer and sat on his shoulders and Rintaro had cleaned up his stubble. Both men looked refined, serious...grown. With both your hands you tucked your hair behind your ears and prepared to break the silence in the room. Before you could, Yukichi cleared his throat.

“What was the reason for your return, L/N?”

You looked at Yukichi but before you could even part your lips to answer he continued,

“Was the attack on the ADA and the Port Mafia intentional?”

Rintaro chimed in, “are you trying to claim something that never belonged to you?”

“I wouldn’t say never.” You managed to speak aloud.

“So the attack was intentional?” Yukichi suggested.

“Of course it wasn’t ---”

“Then what was the reason for such a morbid attack on a city that we love so dearly?” Rintaro asked.

“If you’d just allow me to explain --” you took in a deep breath, “-- the attack was carried through by a rogue member who wanted to overthrow my own organization. They are not a reflection of our values... our morals.” With a hand placed on your chest you continued your sincere response, “While I do not condone their actions, I will take full responsibility for them. I am more than willing to repay the debt I have caused in any way.”

The two men looked at each other and it seemed that they had already come up with a plan prior to meeting you. Rintaro stepped towards you, his gloved hand cupped your cheek and the edge of his thumb gently brushed against your skin.

You held his wrist, “Rintaro...” you whispered. His touch was always gentle. Yukichi approached next and his larger frame consumed the both of you. Unable to look at either of them you kept your eyes closed. Yukichi’s fingertips rose to tuck the few strands of stray hair behind your ear, “Yukichi...” you soon added with a whisper.

“Are you willing to do anything to repay for the damage your organization has caused?” Yukichi asked.

His question encouraged your eyes to open. You looked at the two men and nodded your head.

“Yes. Anything.”

Rintaro replaced the gloved hand on your cheek with his lips. He kissed your cheek tenderly and you melted into his touch. Yukichi laced the space he shared with you closed. With his index finger he traced the bottom of your lip before welcoming you into a kiss. It too was tender and soft.

“Anything?” Yukichi asked once more. His robust fingertips trailed down your neck and stopped at the start of your cleavage, “even this?”

Rintaro’s kisses fell from your cheek down your jaw and stopped to where Yukichi placed his fingertips. The gentle touches felt so warm on your skin and were reminiscent of the days when the three of you would indulge in one another.

Your head fell back; clearly you were enjoying the touches the men were showering you with. “Yes, anything.”

With your consent something inside the two men switched. They transformed into their respective roles that you were familiar with from all those years ago. Yukichi’s fingertips trailed upward and his robust hand grabbed your neck firmly. He kissed you harshly; your teeth hit against his. Rintaro clicked his tongue,

“Fukuzawa has never lost his eager spirit.”

Yukichi ignored the remark as he was far too invested in kissing you. His mouth opened as did yours and Rintaro watched as the two of you wrestled tongues. You soon felt Rintaro’s hand hold yours.

“I cannot deny that you kiss her so well. Perhaps I will also have a taste ---”

With his words Yukichi left your lips and joined them with Rintaro's instead. You watched the two of them kiss with haste and you, eager you, wanted to be between it just like before. The two men were quick to notice and they kissed you nearly fighting to force their tongues into your mouth. From the action alone you began to litter the room with soft moans. The harmonious noise of your pleasure brought joy to the two men. As your petals grew wetter and wetter you felt their lengths grow in size.

Yukichi’s hand was firm on your waist the other was tangled into Rintaro’s hair. Rintaro’s hand was placed gently on Yukichi’s chest and the other? It was hiking up your pencil skirt. His hand was bare, he must’ve removed his gloves when you were kissing Yukichi. His fingertips were like magic. They danced across your skin like a symphony. You opened your legs a bit allowing him to freely touch the wet spot forming on your lace panties.

“She’s already wet for us.” Rintaro moaned into Yukichi’s mouth.

Yukichi stopped his actions and took a step backward. With his arms crossed his eyes were locked to where Rintaro’s hands touched your panties, “impatient, as always.”

“What should we do?”

You simply watched quietly as they had their conversation. You expected punishment and you didn’t want to further your charge.

“Strip her clothes, leave her lingerie. Lay her down.” Yukichi ordered.

Rintaro nodded at his orders. He faced you and began to unbutton your blouse. Flustered at the action your eyes bounced around the room. Yukichi noticed,

“Eyes on him, Y/N.”

You nodded your head and kept your eyes on Rintaro. You watched as he unbuttoned your blouse slowly. Not only was he savoring what was underneath, he was teasing you at Yukichi who stood behind him. With your blouse removed he handed it to Yukichi who threw it behind him. You didn’t dare tell him the designer blouse caused far more than an average one. Rintaro then unclasped and unzipped your pencil skirt. He slid the fabric down your legs and lifted your feet to also throw the fabric elsewhere. He removed your shoes and those two ended up someplace beyond your sight and reach.

You laid down on the carpet underneath you. It wasn’t uncomfortable but you wouldn’t protest a bed instead. Your head moved to the side to view the moonlit horizon --- the moon beams peaked through the sheer curtains and illuminated your body laying on the floor ready to be consumed by the two hungry men who stood above you.

With Rintaro’s task complete the two of you looked at Yukichi who now sat watching. “Do what you think is right, sensei.”

Rintaro took your face with one of his hands and turned it for you to look at him. With the back of his hand he brushed your cheek gently. The sweet touches were soon replaced however with a harsh slap.

“If only you could see yourself.” He began. “Such a whore.” He placed another slap across your cheek. The masochistic action caused your legs to tremble.

You heard Yukichi chuckle. “Sensei, she’s getting wetter and wetter.”

His observation embarrassed you so you closed your legs. Much to Rintaro’s displeasure he tore your legs open and revealed your wet spot. Instructing you to lift up your hips he removed your panties and flung them elsewhere. Your drenched pussy was exposed to the two men fully and the two of them laughed.

“Can you believe this bitch?” Rintaro asked. He inserted a single digit inside of you. He hooked his finger and you felt so close to the spot that brought you the most pleasure. That was Rintaro, he loved but he was never fair with it.

“You want me there don’t you? With just one finger you want me to make you cum.” Rintaro taunted.

“You think I’d ever satisfy a bitch like you? After what you did?” His free hand smacked you once more. The sound of him hitting your flesh echoed throughout the room. He inserted another finger inside of you and began to thrust them in and out.

“You like that huh? You fucking whore.”

Yukichi stood from his seat.

“Sensei. Don’t have her cum from just your fingers.”

“I would never.”

Rintaro removed his fingers from inside you and a gasp left your lips. You had to prevent your hands from reaching down and touching yourself. Yukichi knelt down and lifted your frame off the floor. He held you bridal style and escorted you inside a bedroom.

He threw your body on the bed, the plush feeling of the mattress as a great relief against the harsh surface of the carpet. On your back Yukichi laid on his side beside you. Rintaro sat by your legs as he was eager to complete the task of fingerfucking you.

With Yukichi’s permission, Rintaro returned a finger inside you. With your eyes on Yukichi your face contorted to reflect the ecstasy you felt. He placed his thumb inside your mouth and you sucked on it.

“Do you wish it was my cock?” Yukichi asked.

“Not yet Fukuzawa.” Rintaro warned.

“Fine.” Yukichi kissed you instead. As he did Rintaro replaced his fingers with his mouth. The euphoric feeling of his tongue lapping against your folds made you moan into Yukichi’s mouth. He slapped your cheek.

“Just for fun.” Yukichi clarified.

The rhythm of Rintaro’s tongue sped and while he did Yukichi began to trail his kisses down your jawline to your chest. Your breasts were still covered by your bra but the lace didn’t leave much to the imagination. Yukichi didn’t bother with the clasps or even the straps of your bra. His calloused hand simply tore the fabric from your chest to reveal your hardened nipples to him. Without missing a beat he attached his mouth to your nipple and began to lick circles around it. The feeling of Yukichi and Rintaro’s tongue touching your most sensitive areas made your nerves tingle. You felt closer and closer to your peak.

Your moans grew louder and louder the lewd sounds that were leaving your body were sounds you weren’t aware you were capable of making.

“Mmmm--- such a slut.” Rintaro moaned into the folds of your pussy. He stopped his task and removed his fingers. Yukichi quickly noticed and stopped his task as well. You watched as Rintaro took his two fingers that were coated in your juices and placed them in Yukichi’s mouth. Yukichi’s tongue licked Rintaro’s fingers thoroughly. You could see both of their hard-ons throb through the fabric of their pants. You were shaking, moaning at the sight. So desperate to reach your peak you cried out,

“Please!”

The two men stopped their act. Yukichi looked at you.

“Y/N?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Please, I need --- I need to cum. Please let me.”

The two men laughed. Rintaro laid at your side and gently touched your cheek where he had slapped you before. “We’ve barely even started your punishment, Y/N.”

“I know...” You replied with a whimper. “I’m just --- so fucking desperate. Please.”

Rintaro looked at Yukichi who was now off at the side of the bed facing the window. He removed his robe and placed it on a chair.

“You’re eager too.” Rintaro noted. Yukichi only grunted in response.

“I suppose you can have your fun.” Rintaro then said.

With that you watched as Rintaro exited the bed and Yukichi entered. You felt the mattress dip as his larger, masculine body was now on it. He’d grown quite a bit since you saw him last, he aged --- beautifully. You watched as he removed his yukata and revealed his broad physique. Now in only his briefs he lowered his frame to press his chest against yours. With your legs open you felt his clothed cock on your sensitive clit.

He thrusted his hips upward and you let out a moan. Yukichi held your wrists down and thrusted once more. Rintaro felt himself through his pants at the sight. You heard his gentle moans and whimpers that only fueled your lust further. Through the corner of your eye you saw him just as engulfed in pleasure as you were.

“Y/N.” Yukichi started. “How badly do you want it? Tell me how much of a fucking whore you are.”

You swallowed dryly. “I want it so bad. I want both of you inside me.” Yukichi opened your mouth with his thumb.

“Should Sensei put his cock in your mouth while I fuck you?” He thrusted his hips again and you nodded your head fervently.

Yukichi lifted himself off your body. He used his hands to flip you on your stomach. Now laying sideways you faced Rintaro and Yukichi was behind you. Rintaro removed the rest of his clothing and Yukichi removed his briefs.

In front of Rintaro's hard cock it stood straight and a few thick veins ran up the shaft. The tip was red and already coated in his precum. He placed the tip of his cock on your lips but didn’t enter his cock inside you, not until Yukichi had instructed him to do so.

Yukichi held your hips upward. He slapped your ass and you moaned loudly, painfully; which caused Rintaro to scold him.

“I believe she’s had enough. We’ll have to apply ointment if you continue.”

Yukichi clicked his tongue and slapped your ass once more. “Then so be it. This is a punishment after all.”

Yukichi traced the tip of his cock on the entrance of your pussy. Your memory recalled that he was well endowed just as Rintaro was. The thought of them both penetrating you made you stick your ass out and open your mouth wider; ready for these two men to destroy you.

Without warning the two men entered inside of you. Rintaro, as always, was gentle. He eased inside of you allowing your jaw to resize to accommodate the size of his length. Meanwhile, Yukichi entered inside of you fully. His thick, throbbing cock was inside of you and you felt the vein on the underside of his cock twitch as he did.

You wanted to moan but your sounds were muffled with Rintaro’s cock in your mouth. The two of them thrusted in unison. The sound of your sloshing pussy mixed with your gagging noises. The two men grunted and moaned in pleasure themselves.

“Ah! If one thing hasn’t changed it’s how much of a fucking slut you are Y/N.” Rintaro moaned and leaned in forward causing his cock to slip further in your mouth and hit the back of your tongue.

Yukichi held your hips so tightly that you knew you’d be greeted with bruises the next day. He drilled his cock inside of you taking out all of his frustrations on your pussy. Your pussy that was so wet, just dripping in pleasure.

“You --- you fucking bitch!” Yukichi degraded you. His hand coming down every now and then to strike your ass. “Fucking whore. Taking my cock like this. Your pussy is so fucking we--wet.”

Rintaro was far more quiet except for the gentle, almost kitten like moans that were leaving his lips. He held your head and began to thrust into your mouth with more speed. As he did his moans grew louder and louder. Soon, he grabbed a handful of your hair and thrusted his hips into your face so that your nose touched his lower abdomen. He was face fucking you with so much vigor as he enjoyed the state of your face. Your mouth was drenched in his juices and your own saliva. Your eye makeup had melted due to the tears streaming heavily down your cheeks. The feeling of his cock continuously touching the back of your throat was a mixture of both pain and pleasure. You gave your thanks by hollowing your cheeks and sucking him off. For Yukichi? You rose your hips a little higher and started moving them at the same pace as his.

The two men were in awe as you fell into your submissive role perfectly.

“Mhm. Such a good little slut as always, huh?” Rintaro mentioned with a stutter.

Yukichi was too warped in his action to speak but he was unwilling to give you the gift you wanted even if you were being good. He felt you clench around his cock and that gave him enough of a reason to remove himself entirely. The absence of his cock inside of you made you whine on Rintaro’s dick. The vibration made him shudder, but before he could release inside you. He too removed himself.

Your body collapsed onto the bed. You were coughing as you attempted to catch a breath in your lungs. The two men were panting as well, both of their cocks still hard and throbbing.

“Get on your back, bitch.” Yukichi ordered. Quickly you got on your back. Your neck dangled off the side of the bed and your legs were wide open, ready for Yukichi to take you. The two men nodded their heads and assumed their positions.

Rintaro traced his cock around your mouth again, “so pretty. Your mouth --- so pretty around my cock.”

Instead of in unison, Yukichi entered inside of you first. His thrusts this time were far slower than before. He was savoring it, you thought.

“Before you shove that cock in your mouth again tell us how much of a whore you are, Y/N.” Yukichi ordered.

You cried out, “I’m a fucking whore, a cumslut for both of your cocks.”

The two men laughed.

Rintaro placed his cock inside you, this time he didn’t give you the benefit of resizing your jaw to his cock. You unhinged immediately and he thrusted his cock inside of you. Yukichi’s thrusts began to pick up speed the second he saw Rintaro’s bulge in your throat. He leaned in and kissed the spot where he saw it. Your legs were kicking from underneath you and your hands clenched the sheets. The sight of you moving so desperately for your release only encouraged the two men to be teasing with their movements. They moved fast, they moved slow, sometimes they didn’t move at all.

“I-I’m close.” You heard one of them stutter out. You were unable to make out who. The position you were in caused you to feel dizzy and the pleasure you were experiencing sent you into a state of euphoric delirium.

Then you felt it. You felt the knot in your stomach explode. Hot, thick spurts of cum not only coated your pussy but your throat. The two men held their positions and you took it. You took their loads of cum inside of you. And you? The orgasm ripped through your entire body. Your pelvis twitched and although your throat ached the feeling of Rintaro’s cum dripping down it was worth it. For a few seconds the two men remained inside of you to ensure that you took every last drop of their cum.

“Fucking slut.” One of them said.

“Whore.” The other said.

Yukichi lifted your weak figure and allowed you to lay on the bed correctly. The two men then joined you. Rintaro was on your left and Yukichi was on your right. The two men held you and with a tired, shaking voice you apologized.

“Rintaro, Yukichi. I’m sorry.”

The two men simply mumbled in response. They were just as exhausted as you.

“We’re not quite done with you pet.” Rintaro whispered following it up with a yawn.

#bsd x reader #mori ogai x reader #fukuzawa x reader #bsd smut #bsd x y/n #bsd mori #bsd fukuzawa #tm.#nsfw.#bsd.

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writingsfromhome · 4 years

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Plus a Little Extra I

Part 2 / Part 3/ Part 4

A/N: The YA reader in me can’t stop writing YA Harry so here’s another high school fic, Harry’s your bffl but just as he gets into a relationship you realise there’s some more-than-friends feelings between you two. But it might be too late. Part 1 of 3 maybe?

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I was in love with my best friend and there was nothing I could do about it.

I know, it sounded like a lame cliche. But this cliche was painful and I had to live it everyday, watch him walk up to his girlfriend and kiss her for everyone in the hallways to see. And then third-wheel them all the way to homeroom.

It was another Monday, painful and boring as usual, and I wait in the parking lot for Harry to finish parking his car before he hops out, nearly forgetting his backpack.

“It surprises me that thing still runs,” I look at his car in pity. “You really should just let it go already.”

“For your information,” Harry pushes me. “My car is a she and I will love her for as long as she keeps giving.”

“That’s what he said,” I roll my eyes as we walk into the double doors of high school. “Men.”

“I meant about my car,” Harry tries to clarify but I keep teasing.

“Uh-huh, hey look there’s May, should I tell her what you just told me about how you treat your women.”

“That big mouth is going to get you in trouble one day,” Harry wags his finger at me. My heart drops as his girlfriend May approaches and kisses his cheek. He immediately responds to her, pulling her in for a kiss.

I drag my eyes away, “See you kids later.”

As cool as I tried to make myself appear, I felt like dying inside. Seeing Harry with someone else suckerpunched me every time.

And it really isn’t what you think, it’s not like I’d harbored a secret crush and didn’t have the balls to ask him out. I’d only realised I had a crush on Harry near the end of the summer and by September he’d already started dating her.

Harry and I were best friends since we were seven, and even though we ran in different circles in high school, we managed to remain just as tight. I always thought he would be my best friend forever. Nothing else. But everything had changed one warm evening last August...

Two Months Ago

“Who do you have homeroom with?” Harry asks. I just got off my shift at a music store I worked at part time. Harry sometimes walked me home and waited for me to change so we could hang out in the evening. Usually we stayed in and watched The Office or Friends, sometimes we went to parties.

“Mr. Lee,” I groan. Schedules had just been released that morning.

“Really?” Harry jumps in front of me and walks backwards. “I’ve got him too!”

We do a mini-celebration dance on the sidewalk as we realise we had two other classes with each other. Maybe this year wouldn’t be so bad if Harry was by my side. Partners in crime.

“Partners in crime again,” Harry reads my mind. “It’ll be like middle school all over again.”

“Except there’s no way you’re copying any of my homework!”

“I can be persuasive when the time comes. I’m not worrying.”

“And I can be stubborn when the time comes!” I stick my tongue out at him as we reach my house.

“I know that all too well.”

I give Harry the finger and he makes himself comfortable in my room while I freshen up.

***

“How do you know her again?” I ask Harry as we make our way to the bus to take us to a house party he’d been invited too.

“She was in my biology class,” Harry shrugs. “She sent a dm on Instagram and said I should come with friends.”

“You know she meant um, male friends?”

“Yeah...?” Harry looks over with a confused face and I push him away from me. He laughs, “You’re close enough.”

“So not what a girl wants to hear.”

We end up talking about the upcoming school year all the way to the party. It was in a nice part of town; a pool party because whoever had invited Harry had money for a built-in pool to fit however many people were here. With the cars parked around the block...a lot. As soon as we walk in, people assault Harry and I wander away to find people I knew. This was a common occurence-we would find each other eventually.

I spot a few of my friends and we get to talking.

“It’s May’s place,” one of my friends says. “Like May Lemont?”

“The one that says every french word with that fake accent?” My other friend scrunchles her nose.

“Yeah like we get it, your dad’s French.”

“She’s never even lived in France.”

I’d only shared a couple classes with May, didn’t know her enough to share in the gossip so I excuse myself to get a drink.

“Drinking alone?” A voice asks. My heart skips a beat, I’d know that voice anywhere. James, my childhood crush, stood on the other side of the island.

“I’m going back to my friends.” Stupid thing to say-that’s not how you flirt!

“Can I suggest a counter offer?” I raise my eyebrow at James’ question and he walks closer to me. “We take our drinks into the pool and get to know each other.”

This is...kinda random, I think. No, I accidentally say out loud. Shit!

But James just laughs. “A little birdy told me you were looking for me?”

I stay silent, who would have told him that? Harry? They were on the same football team but he swore he wouldn’t say anything to James about my crush. I was going to kill him!

“Right...well why not!” I rush out back and holy cow, dozens of my classmates crowd the wide space. May’s parents must be really well off.

I spot Harry talking to a group of his people, May lingering nearby. I consider going up to her but James calls me over and I stand by the pool.

“Are you not coming in?” He asks.

I feel self conscious as I take my denim shorts off and reveal the bottom half of my one piece. This was James. Here. Watching me-quite intensely. Inviting me to be in the pool with him! Miracles did come true!

We float around with our drinks, splash each other and he lays it on heavy with the flirting. We eventually find a float that I sit on but he just leans on it.

“Kind of like Jack and Rose isn’t it?” James smiles, his dimples are deep enough to hold the pool we’re in.

“There’s plenty of room on this door,” I gesture to the empty space beside me.

“I’ll take the hero’s end,” James grins. “It’s more sexy isn’t it?”

“Sexy is staying alive-“

“Incoming!” Someone shouts from the other side and suddenly water shoots up around me. I blink and the float is nowhere around me as I sink into the pool.

I push my way up and spit out the water in my mouth, trying to catch my breath. I move the hair from my eyes to see who just disrupted my peace, deep down knowing who it was.

“Round two!”

My head is once again underwater but I’m slightly more prepared. I hold my breath and open my eyes to Harry’s sea green eyes mocking me as he kicks up but I grab his leg and pull him down before kicking away and up myself.

“Y/N you alright?” James asks when I surface. “Harry what’s the matter with you?”

“It’s okay,” I laugh. Harry could never go into a pool without pranking me somehow. “I’m alright. It’s just Harry being Harry.”

“Harry,” James says as Harry finally stops rubbing his eyes. “You’re wild.”

“James,” Harry goes in, slapping hands and slick chests. “You should join, dunk Y/N like-“

I push away, knowing what Harry was going to do. James locks eyes with me and we both have the same though, advancing on him and dunking him in ourselves. I laugh, my heart soaring as James looks at me as if really seeing me, finally. But then he goes under.

I splash Harry as he surfaces and accidentally splash the people behind him who in turn splash us and before we know it we’ve created a pool fight around us. More people jump into the pool to join in.

I can barely see and try to make it to safety but Harry makes it to me first and takes me down with him. When we surface, he’s mere inches away, his chest pumping as hard as mine.

His hand is around my back as we cling to the only safety in pool fights—the pool wall.

“Look what you’ve done,” Harry nods to the fight around us but he doesn’t take his eyes off of me. Not to look around at “what I’ve done” or see if we were in danger.

We’d been in this position before, Harry’s hands on some part of me and eyes locked. When we were trying to sneak out, arm wrestling to settle who was stronger, dancing at parties. But it never felt like this. Like his hand was spreading fire everywhere it touched and our eyes were decoding a language created right there between us.

“I should say you started it,” I lay my hand on his chest. I had no control over what I was doing. It’s just Harry, my head is shouting. My body pulses otherwise and I just wanted to get closer to Harry. I felt myself being pulled to him. I felt out of control.

“You’ve always been a troublemaker,” Harry mutters. And there, right there, his gaze falls to my lips and my heart is out of my chest and flopping like a fish in the water around us. I’d never thought of Harry like this, him and I. He was handsome-I wasn’t stupid. But he was my best friend. And this wasn’t supposed to happen...

My leg is yanked, hard, and I slip out of Harry’s arms. I manage a small breath before I’m underwater again, now staring at Harry’s knees. Someone pulls my arm away and I see it was James who had pulled me down. He winks at me and I probably looked dazed. I had no idea what was happening. Below or above water.

But James must have interpreted the dreamy look in my eye for him because he locks me into him and slowly presses his lips to mine. James. Kissing me. Underwater.

14 year old Y/N would be faint with pure excitement right now. And I can’t deny the attraction so I close my eyes and kiss him back. It was what I always wanted. And it was romantic and so perfect. Except for the part where I turn away to go up for air and catch Harry swimming back to the surface. He’d seen us.

What had I gotten myself into now.

I call Harry’s name when I surface but it was like he’d sprinted away because he’s too far away to hear.

“Y/N?” James surfaces beside me. “Are you okay? You’re shivering.”

“I-“ I realise I was. The adrenaline was too much, and now I was crashing with the realisation that something between Harry and I had just been changed. Maybe forever. “I just need to get out of the water, I’ll meet you back here.”

I pull myself out and walk into the house clutching my shorts, no longer conscious of my one-piece. I needed to find Harry, ask if we were on the same page because it felt like we’d suddenly split off into two separate series that didn’t feature one another. And I couldn’t put my finger on exactly why.

He’s nowhere to be found though, so I find an empty washroom and lock myself in it. I sit at the edge of the bathtub and fish my phone out to see if Harry messaged but 0 notifications.

I face myself in the mirror. My usual criticism of my body doesn’t come, I can’t stop staring at my face-I’d kissed James today. My face splits into a grin. At least there was that.

***

“There you are,” James must have searched for me. I stayed locked in the tiny room for at least a half hour just sorting the evening in my head. I bump into him in the den and he immediately places his hands on my hips. I swallow the insecurity I felt and smile at him, wrapping my arms around him too.

“Here I am, kind of had an emergency sorry.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, it was more like a personal crisis. “Have you seen Harry?”

“Why?” James asks. I tilt my head, he almost sounded offended. And when I don’t answer he tell me, “I saw him outside.”

“Let’s go hang outside,” I slip my hand into his and flash a pretty smile. He relaxes and pulls me into a kiss, a gentle nudge, before leading me outside.

A group of people sit around an outdoor firepit. I spot Harry’s grin as he laughs at something one of his footbal friends say. He’s shirtless-something I’d seen countless of times, but the flicker of the fire reflected off the water droplets on his chest makes him look like the hot stud in a cheesy teen movie. I clear my head.

“James!” One of his friends calls out and he lets go of my hand to chest bump him. Or whatever.

Harry’s eyes follow the commotion and he sees me. I raise my eyebrows and he smiles, like nothing was wrong. Like I imagined the whole thing. But when his eyes flicker to James hand as it drapes over my shoulder again, his face falls ever so slightly. And I know I wasn’t crazy. Something did happen.

Someone else calls out to James and he leaves my side again. I decide to walk over to Harry but before I could take a step, May settles beside him and says something that makes him laugh. A small voice inside urges me to break it up but I ignore it. May invited Harry, they obviously knew each other. I was getting ahead of myself. It wasn’t like they were going to get together.

***

“What you thinking about?” James asks later that night. It was way past midnight, most of the party had gone home and the remaining stragglers surround the firepit that was burning just as bright as before. It was a lot of the football team, their girlfriends, and a group of seniors that usually stuck together.

“Nothing,” I lie. I was thinking about Harry’s arm around May’s shoulders and the blanket around both of them that she brought out a little while ago. It makes my chest feel like it was being squeezed in a vice. It was a confusing way to feel about my best friend in the whole world. Maybe I was being possessive but maybe...my mind shifts to the pool. James hand on my thigh brings me back to the present.

“You’re so quiet,” he says. I look at his hand and thread my fingers through his.

“I like watching the fire,” I say honestly. “It’s kind of mesmerizing.”

“Like you,” James turns in place so his knees bump into mine. I look up and he looks at me with open adoration. “I really like you Y/N.”

“I...really like you too James,” I say. “For a while actually.”

“I know. Me too,” James’ response surprises me. He laughs at my surprise. “I’ve seen you in school, you keep to your people but I always thought you were funny. When you put down Ricky in English class...”

“Oh right,” my cheeks burn when I remember. I’d been appalled when the teacher allowed Ricky to give his disgusting interpretation of the book we were reading. Everyone listened with eyes bulging and I’d called him a pig...and a few other things. I forgot James had been in that class.

“It’s cool! We all gave him shit at practice that day,” he nudges me. “You’re hard to miss.”

“So why did you just approach me today?”

“Well...like I said someone told me you-“

“Who?”

“Eh,” James looks around uncomfortably. “Okay, May told me you were crushing on me. I could never read you so I didn’t know-“

“Wait, like May who threw the party?” I ask. James nods and I glance over to her leaning her head on Harry’s shoulder. That bitch! Wait, I realise the only way she would’ve know was Harry. My rage at May quickly flips to hurt at Harry’s betrayal.

“Y/N?” James calls my name. “Is something wrong?”

“I just...don’t know how May knew that. I don’t talk to her.”

“Oh, probably Harry,” James says as if it were just as obvious to him. My hurt doubles. “May’s crazy about him, always shows up to our practices and games and I think she thought you and Harry were a couple or something. Since you guys spend so much time together. She only told me cuz I thought the same thing, I didn’t believe her when she said you had a cr-“

“You thought Harry and I were together?” I ask.

“Or into each other or something, you two are always sneaking off places.”

I try to wrap my head around it all. Is that how people saw us? Did Harry know?

“So anyway I was wondering if you’re free tomorrow?” James asks. “A few of us are going to the beach at six.”

“Oh, my shift ends at 6:30.” I glance at Harry again and back to James.

“We can catch up to them, I’ll pick you up. Just text me where you work. Here, I’ll put my number in.”

I get his number and try to act casual, trying to convince him and myself I was unfazed by all the new info but my mind races and my hurt twists its way around my body. Mostly, the lump in my throat makes a home there and doesn’t let me forget.

I couldn’t act normal for much longer so I tell James I was going to head home. He offers to walk me to the bus stop but I refuse. I needed to be alone. But as soon as I turn the corner of the street someone calls my name. Harry comes running down, out of breath.

“You didn’t even tell me you were leaving, I thought we were going home together?” Harry says when he catches up.

“You looked cozy with May,” I say casually. “I didn’t want to break it up.”

“James didn’t even offer to walk you home? It’s not safe this late. Let me grab my shirt just stay here.”

“He did but like I told him, I’m-“ Harry’s sprinting back before I can finish. My stomach turns, I didn’t want to ride back with him with all the unspoken words between us. But he was right, it was unsafe. So I wait.

“So. James?” Harry starts off as we wait for the bus. “Did you finally tell him you like him like I keep telling you to?”

“No.” I answer curtly. I didn’t want to get into it but he keeps pushing.

“But I saw he finally kissed you,” Harry nudges me. “You spent all night with him. You didn’t say anything?”

“I didn’t need to. Apparently he heard from someone I was crushing on him.” I don’t even look at Harry and he picks up on the accusation right away.

“Wait you don’t think I told him?” Harry asks. “I swore on my signed poster of Friends, don’t think I’m giving that up so easily.”

I roll my eyes so I wouldn’t crack a smile. But I remember how easily he gave up my trust, and with that the cursed tear falls onto my cheek. I wipe it away quickly but not before he sees.

“What is it? What aren’t you saying, Y/N? Did James do something to you?”

“No!” I shout. “He’s great, James is lovely. A gentleman. He told me May told him. And the only person who could have told May is...”

“Me,” Harry faces me, his eyes apologetic. “I swear Y/N I didn’t think she was actually going to tell him. She was convinced I was-we were a couple. When she didn’t believe me I told her how you’d been in love with James since-“

“But why would she tell James?” I demand. “That wasn’t her secret to tell! It wasn’t yours either!”

“I don’t know!” Harry shouts, the guilt stressing him out. “Maybe she thought she was being helpful? Maybe she was just being nice!”

“God Harry are you that bloody naive?” I finally stare at him. “You totally broke my trust! Told some girl I don’t even know and she told James! What if he didn’t like me back? That would’ve been...oh my god that would’ve been so embarassing! She just wanted to have you for herself so she blabbed her mouth and you told her.” I jab his chest, tears pouring out of me like a broken faucet. “I trusted you and you told someone just because you thought she was...hot!”

I can’t stand his face. I step out of the bus stop and start walking; I would just walk home even if it took me an hour. We’d gotten into plenty of fights over the years but never like this, on a level this deep. And I didn’t want to be around him. It hurt too much. So I keep walking.

“I didn’t mean to betray your trust! Y/N! I didn’t even think she cared enough to tell James!” Harry’s voice gets closer as he catches up to me. He stops in front of me, holding my shoulders. “Why are you crying? I’m really sorry Y/N I’ll make it up to you I promise. I wasn’t thinking when I told her-it just came out when I was talking. I would never try to hurt you purposely.”

“I know!” I try to shake him off. “That’s not the point!”

“Then what is?” Harry shakes my shoulders and I look up at him. He scans my face in confusion. As the anger leaves my body, the hurt remains. Not only about Harry telling May my secret, but that it was May. It felt like he was leaving me behind and even though it made no sense I couldn’t shake the feeling. It felt like he was leaving me for May.

Harry wipes the tears from my cheek and pulls me into his chest. I bury my face there, he was my best friend and I was starting to realise I felt for him more than a best friend. And I was screwed. And it was all his fault.

“I’m sorry,” Harry repeats as he holds me to him.

Just one evening had rocked the foundation of our friendship, leaving fractures along the whole thing. This was a turning point, I realise as Harry holds me, and I think I was just mourning that.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 4 years

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Head Over Heels

HEADCANON

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Words: 1,340

Summary: Dating the one and only, Bucky Barnes, would include...

Warnings: fluff overload, mentions of overprotective Bucky, smut, dom!Bucky, mentions of sugar Daddy!Bucky, NSFW!!!

A/N - I just felt the urge to write for Bucky... I miss my main man <3

The first time you’d recall ever coming across Bucky was through the national televised news... He was a tad bit of a hot topic in the day, especially during his time as the notorious, Winter Soldier.

Before then, you would have never believed in the slightest that you’d ever end up being with him, let alone actually, personally know him.

You’d met through a mutual friend, that friend being Natasha. You’d met Natasha when she'd first moved to America, and you were one of the few people she’d let help her to adjust to this new, foreign lifestyle. And ultimately, you were one of the few closest to her... She knew you’d be perfect for him.

When you’d both had first introduced yourselves, the two of you were nervous. Bucky had anticipated the worst, considering his horrendously tragic past was exposed, he knew with certainty that you’d want no part in having to deal with him... And yet, it was wrong for him to assume.

He fell in love with you gradually. The more often he saw you, and the more often he’d talked to you, meant the more comfortable he’d become.

And that was what he needed, was time.

You knew better than to rush with Bucky, Natasha had cautioned you, “he can be a bit of a flight risk.”

“How about we change that!”

Simultaneously, the more frequently you’d seen Bucky, the more you felt yourself physically and mentally falling for him.

You cared for him in ways you’d never encountered before in any previous relationship. You worried about him, yet you’d come to realise his capability in handling himself.

He lived alone for quite sometime in his life, you’d learnt... He developed the necessary skills needed to overcome his own personal issues.

And you were incredibly proud... You made sure he knew.

Bucky loved intimacy: you realised that through the progression of the relationship.

He loved being alone with you, he loved being close to you physically. Knowing that you were there with him, protected by him, safe and out of harms way, was all he needed to get a peaceful and plentiful sleep at night.

And to be quite honest, you clinged to that. You admired how seriously protective he'd become over you... Which was one of the earliest signs you'd encountered, of realising just how deeply you could trust him.

Which is why you feared not for yourself, although for the safety of others, where people would either intentionally or unknowingly dare to cross the boundary Bucky created in his mind.

Whether it be the local drunk at the bar, desperately trying to flirt or a fellow Avenger/S.H.I.E.L.D agent innocently trying to spark up a simple conversation with you... Bucky was never the ideal fan.

He’d have a quick temper, that you’d never get used to, the way he'd barge his way through towards you, and directly question the intention of the person... The man was accustomed to not showing remorse.

You could tell almost immediately when he’d be pissed: his fists would curl tightly, making his knuckles glow white, his metal arm making that familiar whirling sound whenever it tensed with pressure, and his face would just contort in pure rage. His entire demeanour would change and stiffen throughout the day, and it was difficult to reverse that.

“Did you see the way that pathetic low life was looking at you, Y/N? It’s disgusting... I could tell just exactly what was running through his fucking mind.”

No matter how many times you’d reassure him that it was never in your nature to neither hurt nor to leave him, it was a struggle to convince Bucky.

That was until you’d first uttered the words “I love you.”

You’d be the first in the relationship to admit it, and it was simply in the spur of the moment...Almost felt instinct to say it.

Bucky would have definitely have mutual feelings, and would admit that he’d always intended on saying it, although was ultimately fearful of rejection.

And yet, you had a solid feeling there was no chance of leaving Bucky... You were in it with him for the long run, and you were certain no matter the costs, nor the toll it take, you wanted to stick by Bucky.

Nonetheless, being in a relationship with Bucky meant you’d be close to his dearest friends, Steve and Sam.

“So you're the one he’s been driving us crazy about, talking non-stop about Y/N this, Y/N that... You must be one heck of a girl, to have the Winter Soldier head over heels for-,” Sam had mentioned the moment you'd initially met him.

You blushed to the sincere thought that Bucky would persistently talk about you to his fellow peers. A small smile would appear every time you'd think about it, and you felt no shame about it... Like Sam said, it meant he was head over heels for you.

And you’d come to know exactly what he meant, the first time Bucky and you had ever really gotten physically intimate.

He was gentle with you at first, as he had introduced himself to be when he’d first gotten to know you. His intention was to not scare you away, and the same rules applied in bed... Initially.

After some time, once you’d both familiarised yourselves with each other’s rhythms and naked bodies... Bucky become a little more adventurous in bed.

Another side came out of him, that you'd thought never existed, that he had his so well.

He ultimately loved being dominant, taking over the situation with sheer force and control.

He loved how vulnerable you’d get against him and drooled over the way you’d whimper and moan his name.

Being a super soldier, you'd come to understand, everything for Bucky was heightened: his senses, his feelings and his sheer body mass... Meaning he was BIG.

He’d known without a doubt that it would hurt: the penetration into your tight cunt, his sheer bulge even made you wet, dripping with cum, as he firmly rubbed himself either against your ass cheeks or just above your cunt.

He was a HUGE fan of hickeys, any way of showing his raw affection, especially the fact that he’d be able to leave HIS mark all over you... He had no shame. Once he'd lose himself during the sex, he’d often spank your ass hard, loving the jiggle underneath his hand, leaving nothing but a red mark of where his palm smacked all over.

He was a passionate lover, and loved taking his time with you: he wasn't a fan of quickies however, it’s not like he had ever said no, nor denied you sex.

In fact, he was often the one instigating it, whenever possible, however as said before, he loved the privacy of just you two, and preferred spaces where no one could invade.

Bucky loved to spoil you also. Anything to sweeten you up, and brighten your day, he'd bend his back for you without a doubt.

His gifts always had more sentiment than commercial value to it: although on the special occasions, such as your birthday, or your anniversaries, he’d buy anything and everything you either touched or laid your hands on.

You often would joke and tease him about being a Sugar Daddy, and yet he thrived off the idea discretely.

Undoubtedly, you’d return the favour in bed... And that was all he could ask for. He especially was a major fan of your thigh riding: the way you sat prompted up on top of him, the slight bounce of your tits, as your body specifically your hips swaying back and forth against his thighs and bulging erection. He loved pushing you deeper down against it, and the warm feeling of your wetness just seeping through his jeans... He loved every intricate detail of you.

Nonetheless, he was all yours and you were all his, and you both were madly head over heels for each other.

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