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halsteadlover · 4 months

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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

• Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader.

• Summary: just a compilation of Charles’ ig posts showing how much he’s obsessed and in love with you and his baby.

• Warnings: none just pure fluff.

• A/N: I know I know… I’m a sucker for dad fics I just can’t help it 😭😭 this is my first time posting a smau so please be kind with me I know it’s bad 😭 let me know what I can do to do it better and what you think ❤️ love you all xx

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charles_leclerc You have never been more beautiful than you are now mon amour. Watching you grow our baby is one of the most beautiful things I have ever witnessed 🖤

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user1 Charles whipped Leclerc is back in town!

charlos123 screaming, crying throwing up 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

landonorris find yourself someone who loves you like Charles loves his wife (I'm 5'10 girls)

oscarpiastri Shut up no you’re not

user88 💀💀💀

yourusername Je t'aime plus que la lune et les étoiles mon amour ❤️ We’re both so lucky to have you (I love you more than the moon and the stars)

charles_leclerc Je t'aime beaucoup plus bébé❤️ (I love you so much more baby)

versclerc the way he just answers her comments 😭

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charles_leclerc For you mon amour.

For you, who looks in the mirror and doesn’t like what you see but is truly the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

For you, who every single day gives me one more reason to love you even more, something I didn’t even believe was possible. Feeling something so strong for someone that the word ‘love’ isn’t enough to describe it.

For you, who taught me the meaning of true love and what’s really important in life.

For you, who are so beautiful that it still surprise me even after so many years being together how you manage to give me butterflies in my stomach.

For you for whom just one look is enough to make my heart race and my hands sweat.

For you who are the most beautiful thing life has ever given me.

For you, who can brighten my darkest day, who can make me the happiest that I’ve ever been.

For you, who gave me the most beautiful gift I could have ever asked for.

We can’t wait to hold you mon petit, please hurry up 🙏🏻❤️

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user24 GOOD FUCKING BYE

user98 Dragging my teeth on the concrete

mstleclerc CHARLESJSJSIDJSOSKSNSJ OMFGGGGGG 😭😭😭

carlossainz55 you’re making me want one of those little shits

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landonorris I almost shed a tear not gonna lie

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arthur_leclerc I’m so happy for you brother I can’t wait to spoil my nephew ❤️

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charles_leclerc By the way my wife just bursted out crying seeing this post and I was about to make a video but she literally threatened to kill me if I did ❤️ God I love her 😍

f1fun_12 This is such a Y/n thing to do 😭

sainzzzzzzzzzzzz As she should!

yourusername I can’t put into words how much I’m grateful for you and for everything you do for our little family. Our son is so lucky to have you as a father and I couldn’t have chosen a better husband. I’d be so lost without you baby, I love you more than my life ❤️ ps: stop making me cry for fucks sake I don’t have any more tears in my body thanks

charles_leclerc Can you please unlock the bedroom darling?

yourusername Nope, that’s what you get for trying to filming me

yourusername UNLESS……. You bring me a ketchup sandwich

charles_leclerc it’s already on the way my queen 👸🏻 your wish is my command

user7612 A KETCHUP SANDWICH??? What???

yourusername @user7612 it’s not my fault okay?

monof1 the fact Charles is so used to her cravings that he’s not even questioning them anymore 😭

charles_leclerc @monof1 fun fact: never NEVER argue with a pregnant woman especially if that pregnant woman is Y/n

monof1 @/charles_leclerc OMG CHARLES HI I LOVE YOU

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What did I do to deserve you?

landonorris answered your story:

You’re so whipped mate

charles_leclerc can you blame me? Have you seen my wife and THAT baby bump?

carlossainz55 answered your story:

Yeah ok we get you’re in love and bla bla bla

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charles_leclerc There are only a few days left until our baby arrives and I’m scared and impatient at the same time. My wife is sleeping next to me now breathtakingly beautiful and I’ve taken some time to reflect on how these 9 months have flown by and I can’t believe it, it seems like it was just yesterday that we found out we were expecting a baby. I can no longer remember what my life was like before knowing your existence, little one.

I can't help but imagine and think about you in everything I do and every step I make, thinking about how beautiful it’ll be to see you take your first steps, to see you run around the house, dirty everything, to see you measure my helmets, to see you trying my race suits, to see you go to school, to see you grow in the beautiful and amazing person you’re going to be.

We’ll probably argue sometimes, although I’ll make sure that never happens, but whatever happens, just know that I loved you more than my life from the first moment since I saw that positive pregnancy test and I hope you’ll never forget it even if we have any argument.

Mommy and I are so eager to finally hold you in our arms, hear you cry and take your first breath in this new life. It hasn’t always been easy, I’ll be honest, and it won’t be easy but I wouldn’t change anything. I love you mon petit ange. 🖤

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user90 CHARLES 😭😭😭😭😭

maxlecsainz I swear it’s not that I don’t want a baby it’s just men are not like Charles Leclerc

y/nmommy1 who wants to take a quick bath with a toaster?

user65 I’m on my way sis

y/ncharles82772 wait for me I’m taking a nap on a highway right now

norrizzzzz528 I know it’s the bare minimum but seeing the way Charles loves his family makes my heart so happy 😭😭😭

lewishamilton I’ve never thought there would be a day where I’d be jealous of Charles Leclerc but here we are… Jokes aside I’m so happy for you mate 🖤

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user209 you’re so real Lew

landonorris when will the child see his fav uncle?

arthur_leclerc EXCUSE ME?

lorenzotl you’re so delusional

carlossainz55 Yeah. Clearly I AM already his favourite one

pierregasly you’re all so wrong @/yourusername said he’ll like me the most 💁🏻‍♂️

charles_leclerc @/pierregasly she literally never said that?

pierregasly @/charles_leclerc oh shut up you know it’s true

user42 what is going on in this comment section??? 💀

daddylec16 the way they can’t never leave Charles in peace even in his comment section 😭

maxverstappen1 Once I saw Charles crying his eyes out because Y/n sent him an audio with the baby’s heartbeat since he couldn’t make it for the ultrasound

user66 OH MY GOD!!!!!!! 😭😭

maxalonso1995 STOPPPPP GIVE US MORE MAX

charles_leclerc THAT’S NOT TRUE I was just having an allergic reaction to dust

maxverstappen1 @charles_leclerc oh c’mon Charlie

user66 CHARLIEHSJSJDJJS FUCK OFF

charles_leclerc @/maxverstappen1 it only happened ONCE

leclercfan12 every day Charles comes on this app and has to fight for his life poor baby

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charles_leclerc Our little boy Jules Hervé Leclerc is finally here.

I can’t even put into words how over the moon we are right now, I feel like my life just started all over again. Watching my wife give birth to my son is an experience I’ll never forget, you’re a force of nature baby I can’t thank you enough for everything you do for me.

And to my little Jules I love you more than the air I breathe I can’t way to start this new life with you ❤️

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yourusername Don’t let him fool you guys he went to sleep after I GAVE BIRTH

charles_leclerc OMFG THAT’S NOT TRUE DON’T LISTEN TO HER

yourusername hehe 😆 just kidding guys he’s the best. I love you so much Cha, Jules and I are so lucky to have you ❤️

user765 STOP THE WAY CHARLES IS CRYING IN THE FIRST PIC

user22 WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN

mclarengirllll112 JULES HERVÉ LECLERC DO YOU HEAR ME FUCKING CRYING

norrizzzzz528 WHAT IF I JUST KILLED MYSELF

user976 OUR PRINCE IS HERE EVERYBODY MOVE

daddylec16 I know I’ll find someone who loves me like Charles loves his family. I just know it

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harryistheonlyoneforme · 1 year

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No rush, but when do you think you’ll add part 4 here? Love ya xx

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warnings: fluff, smut, sex toy use, masturbation, oral(m receiving)

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The first thing YN feels when she wakes up is the chill that has taken over her body, shivering slightly as she sits up. She rubs her hands up and down her body, just looking around her bedroom. In the midst of her confusion, she doesn't even notice that she's naked, not until she looks over at her bedside clock and notices that it's well past midnight.

Going to stand from her bed to stretch, she finally notices the lack of clothing on her body, confusion still evident on her face until realization dawns on her. A small gasp leaves her lips as she remembers what happened just a few hours before, and then she finally hears the sounds coming from her living room.

YN quickly throws on her robe and makes her way out into the hallway, seeing some light coming from the room just a few feet away. Realizing that it's just her TV, she heads in there to turn it off when she sees her gynaecologist sitting on her couch with her remote in his hand and a slice of pizza in the other. She gasps quite loudly, making his head whip over to her in shock.

"Holy shit, you scared me" Harry chuckles, clearing his throat before finishing his slice of pizza. He swallows the last bite and dusts his hands off, making his way to the beautiful woman just a few feet away. "I ordered some pizza. But I didn't know what kind you'd prefer so I just got cheese. I hope that's alright" he says, resting on the back of the couch. He chuckles quietly when he sees her nod, reaching over to grab her arm and pull her to his chest before he's wrapping his arms around her.

She's instantly melting into his embrace, the two of them basking in the warmth of each other. It's so domestic that Harry doesn't know what to do with himself, his heart hammering in his chest as he turns to the side and presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head before breathing in deeply and getting a whiff of her shampoo. His eyes close in contentment, and that's when it finally dawns on him that he's falling for this girl. His patient. He's spent weeks with her on his mind every second of the day, but he chucked it up to it being lust and his corrupted mind, but right now, her being in his arms just feels so right he never wants to leave.

Reluctantly, he pulls away to help her over to the couch so she can eat, asking if he can get her anything to drink. She chuckled and asks for a bottled water, a smile on her face as he scurries into the kitchen for her drink. She thanks him for her drink and digs in, the pizza still hot so she knows he got it recently. Doing some thinking, she realizes he got it from the pizza shop just a few blocks down that doesn't close until 3 am. YN can't even count the times she's been there after waking up with an empty stomach.

The first few bites of the pizza are pure heaven, her eyes rolling back as Harry chuckles at her reaction, watching in adoration as she enjoys the food. The two sit in comfortable silence, just watching the television in front of them until Harry decides to break the silence. "How did you sleep?" he asks nonchalantly, leaning back to rest into the couch. YN is mid bite when he asks, and she hurriedly finishes chewing before answering his question.

"I slept well, thank you for cleaning me up and tucking me in" she says sheepishly, turning her head to look at the attractive man beside her. He hums in recognition before pulling his phone from under his leg as he notices there's no more pizza.

"No problem, I'm glad you slept well. Are you still hungry? I was thinking about heading out to the diner down the street for a bite to eat. Would you like to come with?" he questions timidly, afraid of her answer.

A surprised chuckle leaves his lips as her face lights up and she hops up from the couch, agreeing. She goes to clean up the table, but Harry doesn't let her. "I've got it, go get dressed" he says softly, watching her nod and head down the hallway as she expresses her gratitude.

About ten minutes later, YN is walking down the hall wearing some shorts and a hoodie, and Harry knows he's already whipped when his cock hardens at the sight of her fully covered in a casual outfit. Shaking away his thoughts, he gives her a smile and grabs his keys and the two head out to his car to make their way to the diner.

Harry opens the door for her, and she thanks him before he's jogging around to his side and hopping in, making sure she's all set before driving off.

The car is relatively silent, aside from their gentle breathing and the sound of his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He doesn't know what to say but he can't stand the silence, so he slips a disc in the player and soon enough, the sound of 'Go Your Own Way' by Fleetwood Mac fills the car quietly, and he hears a loud gasp from beside him. He cuts his eyes to the right to see YN with a large smile on her face and her eyes on him.

"You listen to Fleetwood Mac?" she asks excitedly, and Harry knows right then that he's going to ask her out tonight, maybe on the way back to her place. He hums and nods, loving the pure joy he can see radiating from her. Suddenly she's turning in the seat so her back is against the door and she can face him entirely.

"What's your favourite album?" she quizzes, needing to know if they're as similar as she thinks. He tells her his favourite is 'Rumors' and his smile is doubling in size, his dimples getting deeper as she gasps once more. "There's no way! I love that one too!" she gushes, relaxing back into the seat as they listen to the song, talking about the albums and individual songs, all the way until they arrive at the diner.

He kills the engine and hops out before making his way around to her side and opening the door, grabbing her hand and helping her out. Closing the door, the two head to the entrance of the diner he's never been to.

YN says hello to the older man that owns the diner, making her way to give him a hug.

"Haven't seen you around in a bit, Y/N/N. Who's curly?" he jokes, referring to Harry's hair.

The two of them chuckle before Harry's introducing himself to the man. The man introduces himself in return and tells them to sit down wherever they'd like. YN chooses a booth near the jukebox, already having plans for how the rest of the night should go. Before Harry sits down, he slips some coins into the jukebox to play some more Fleetwood Mac, loving the smile that lights up her gorgeous face.

Sliding in, Harry sits down across from her as he skims the menu, speaking up first. "He seems really nice. Do you come here a lot?" he questions curiously, glancing up at her before looking at the drink menu.

"Yeah. I've known Joe almost all my life. He was there for me when my dad died and really helped my mom out when it came to providing for me" she says, and Harry sees a look of hurt cross over her face at the mention of her father.

"I'm so sorry to hear that" Harry sympathizes, unknowing of how to console her, so he reaches over to her hand that's resting on the table and takes it in his before rubbing his thumb over it gently. She gives him a small smile, but doesn't pull away, still running her eyes over the menu.

Clearing her throat, she speaks up first. "Harry, we should get milkshakes!" she says excitedly, the atmosphere between them instantly changing back as if their conversation hadn't happened just a few seconds prior.

Nodding, Harry looks at the expansive list of flavours before deciding on a cookie dough milkshake with no cherry. YN throws a fit when he says that, but eventually gets over it as she orders her burger and milkshake, Harry ordering a grilled chicken sandwich with his. The two chat until their food gets to the table, thanking Joe happily.

They talk throughout the whole meal, from college to their childhoods. In the silent diner, their soft chatter and laughter fill the space, and neither of them see Joe with a bright smile on his face, loving to see YN truly happy. When they're almost finished, Harry finally builds the courage to ask something that's been on his mind all day.

"Will you go on a date with me?" he blurts out, and his heart is in overdrive as he sees the frown on her face, but it's instantly swelling when she speaks up.

"Was this not a date already?" she asks nonchalantly, taking another drink of her thick milkshake. His heart stutters in his chest at her words and his breath gets caught in his throat.

"Do you want it to be?" he questions, stunned at her words. She just hums and nods, going back to playing the game on her phone as Harry sits there completely elated, a huge smile on his face. Throughout the rest of their time together, he's unable to keep his eyes off her and the smile has not left his face once. The two thank Joe and YN hugs him before the two head back out to his car.

Pulling back into her apartment complex, Harry jumps out the car and opens her door as she steps out and walks her to the entrance of her home, neither of them wanting the night to end.

They walk so slowly, anything to prolong the night, until they get to her front door. YN unlocks the door and takes a deep breath before turning to him. "Would you like to stay over?" she asks timidly, and that's when Harry can't take it anymore, leaning down to press his lips to hers.

YN is shocked for only a moment before she's deepening the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

They pull away breathlessly, smiles on both their faces. "I'd love to" he pants, entering her home once more.

Since Harry had no clothes comfortable enough for him to sleep in, he decided to sleep in just his boxers, per YN's request. She didn't want him to have to go all the way home just for a change of clothes, so she suggested for him to just take off his jeans and his shirt. He obliged, folding his clothes neatly and placing them atop a chair she'd had in her bedroom. When he goes to ask for blankets and a pillow to sleep on the couch, though, she brushes it off and just tells him to hop in her bed.

He's a bit nervous to say the least, climbing into her bed and lying down in the part furthest from her. YN isn't having that, so she tells him it's okay to scoot in, happy to have a cuddle buddy instead of her pillow.

Reluctantly, Harry slides closer to her, spooning her from behind as he finally relaxes, the both of them happy to be so close to one another. Harry and YN fall asleep with small smiles on their faces, perfectly content.

The next morning, Harry wakes up to warmth and the feeling of little bits of pressure all over his face, making him groan and start to slowly open his eyes. Upon opening them, he's shocked to see YN above him, pressing small kisses all over his face. A smile adorns his face at the gorgeous woman above him, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her on top of him, pressing his lips to hers passionately. Pulling away, YN breaks the silence.

"Do you want some breakfast? I was thinking about ordering some in if you'd like to stay" she explains, lifting her head slightly to look at his face.

"Of course. What are you trying to order?" he asks, still not letting go of her. She tells him and he thinks of what they have, deciding on his meal.

They order the food and once it arrives, they dig in and enjoy, watching TV and talking as they do. When they're done, YN goes to walk to the window beside the couch and notices a bag sitting there, one that she definitely did not leave there. Curiosity fills her as she heads over and picks it up but doesn't open it, instead walking over to Harry and telling him that he left a bag over there. She watches in confusion as his face lights up.

"That's actually something for you! You know when you rub the little button down there and you get that funny feeling deep in your tummy?" he questions, watching her nod. "Well all the things in that bag help you get that feeling without having to use your hand! Would you like to try them?" he asks, chuckling as she nods eagerly before leaning down and taking him into her arms, thanking him. "No problem, love. Let's head up to your room, hm?" he says, leaning backwards and placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

She nods eagerly, practically skipping to her bedroom with the bag in her hand, Harry giggling at her excitement. He enters the bedroom to see her sitting on the edge of the bed fully clothed, so he tells her that it's probably best to undress if she's comfortable. That makes her nod eagerly before she's standing up and stripping right there in front of Harry.

While she gets comfortable on the bed once more, Harry comes up with a plan. He sets the bag down and grabs her full length mirror from beside her bedroom door, moving it to where it is opposite her bed. Walking back over, he tells her that he's going to go wash the toys off in her bathroom. Arriving back in her room, he gives her a small smile as he walks to the bed, placing another kiss onto her lips and climbing on.

"Do you think you could show me how you touch yourself down there? Maybe show me what you like?" he asks softly, careful not to offend her or scare her. She nods gently at his words before simply leaning back and spreading her legs, a small moan leaving Harry's lips once he sees her cunt glistening in the lighting of her bedroom.

"Yeah, that's fine. I've been really wet down there ever since you told me you have things that will make me feel good" she says as if her words hold no weight, wasting no time and using her dominant hand to play with her folds a bit. "It feels nice when I do this and then play with my button. It's like I get wetter" she shrugs.

"Oh? How much wetter?" he questions, his cock hardening in his boxers. He takes the pause in her speech to gently free his cock, hissing in relief once the pressure is lessened.

"It's like I'm dripping down there. Is that normal?" she asks softly, hoping there's nothing wrong with her but still swiping a finger through her sodden folds. The contrast of her sweet voice and lewd actions have Harry moaning out loud, rubbing his thumb over the head of his leaking cock. "What are you doing?" she asks, confused.

"Yes, baby. It's normal" he pants, still circling the sensitive head. "And what I'm doing is like what you're doing. It's the same thing, I just have to do it a little differently. It's just like when you rub your button. If I do it long enough, I get a funny feeling in my tummy too" he says breathlessly, starting to spread his precum around his shaft so he can stroke it comfortably.

"Oh, okay. Well if you show me how, do you think I could help you get that feeling like when you help me?" she questions timidly, and Harry has to hold the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming at her words, his cock twitching wildly.

"Fuck" he moans. "Sure, baby. We can try it later. Right now, though, I need you to show me how you get that feeling in your tummy. Can you do that for me, honey?" he questions, trying his hardest to stave off his impending orgasm. She nods and gets right back to the task at hand, using her accumulated wetness to rub around the sensitive head of her clit. A loud whine leaves her lips at the feeling, her head lulling to the side as she works on the sensitive nub.

"Oh, Harry this feels so good" she moans, planting her feet flat on the bed to get a better angle to stimulate herself.

It takes everything in Harry not to storm over to her and get a taste of her, to climb between his legs and bury his face in her warmth. No, he has to keep his composure, make sure he sees what she likes best for when he gets the toys. Unsurprisingly, it only takes her about five minutes before she's nearing her peak, her legs starting to shake and her cries intensifying. She rubs her clit around two more times before she's cumming with a shout of his name, a groan leaving his lips as well as he gets onto his knees and makes his way to her.

Harry slides behind her on the bed as she's still catching her breath, the cleaned toys in his hand.

"Are you ready to use one of these, Lovie?" he coos, rubbing up and down her arm as she relaxes into him.

She nods and slides back a bit so she's more comfortable, turning her head to purse her lips, wanting a kiss from Harry. He chuckles at her adorable face, pressing a kiss to her awaiting lips, groaning in shock when she deepens it and reaches behind her, palming his sensitive cock. "I want you to help me out, baby. I really do, but right now we're focusing on you.

Will you let me take care of you for a bit?" he coos, brushing some hair from her slightly sweaty forehead as she pouts gently but nods. "Good girl" he praises, smiling widely as she whimpers quietly and closes her still spread legs.

"Did you like that?" he asks softly, watching her avoid his face as she nods. "Well, that's alright. I'm glad you like it, you're my good girl. You know that, right?" he questions, making her nod feverishly. "I know you do. Let's get to the toys now, hm?" he requests and she nods once more.

"Okay, we're going to start with this small bullet. It's gonna vibrate on your little button and make you feel so good, I promise" he tells her, watching as she spreads her legs in anticipation of the small pink object in his hand.

He says nothing more, swirling it to the lowest setting before using his free hand to hold back her thigh for better access. The second she feels the toy on her clit, she's moaning quietly, trying to get an idea of this new feeling. "How does it feel?" Harry asks, rubbing his thumb on her thigh.

"It feels nice, but kind of like I need more" she responds, and Harry smirks, turning up the bullet a couple settings, his cock twitching at the loud moan she lets out.

"Is that better, baby? Does that feel good on your button?" he coos, looking up into the mirror to see her nodding with her eyes squeezed shut, both hands gripping the duvet underneath her tightly. He can see her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and he wants nothing more than to be the one biting it for her. "I bet. Are you starting to feel the burning in your tummy again?" he questions, pressing it onto her clit harder.

"Uh huh" she whines, her legs shaking. "I'm close to that big feeling"

He chuckles at her innocence, deciding to finally tell her what the feeling is. "Well, honey. That feeling you've been getting? It's called an orgasm. When you feel it, let me know, but saying orgasm is too formal so just say 'I'm gonna cum'. Is that okay?" he questions and she's nodding once more, her moans coming more frequently.

"Harry, I'm gonna cum" she whines, bucking her hips upward to lean into the stimulation of the bullet. Harry chuckles before giving her the okay.

"Okay, honey. Cum for me. Let it all out, baby" he coos, and her legs are instantly locking up as her orgasm takes over, a deep groan leaving her lips.

He leaves it there until she whines from overstimulation, and Harry moves the bullet away from her twitching cunt. Her chest is heaving as she comes down and Harry is rubbing up and down her thigh and cooing into her ear, making sure she knows she's safe with him.

When she finally comes down, he breaks the silence, clearing his throat to get her attention. He finds her eyes before asking her the question.

"Do you think you could take another orgasm with the other toy or should we leave that for another day?" he questions, nodding in understanding when YN shakes her head softly. He's prepared to clean her up and get her to bed, but she's stopping him from leaving the bed.

"No, I'm ready to help you out the way you help me" she says, and Harry literally moans out loud at her words, nodding and relaxing into the bed.

"Okay, honey. We can do that. Do you have any idea of what to do?" he whispers, and she thinks for a moment before nodding her head.

"I just do what you were doing, right? Moving my hand up and down?" she inquires, and his heart is filling with pride at how observant his sweet girl is.

"That's right, honey. You're so observant, such a good girl for me" he coos, and she nods, melting into him before she's climbing up onto her knees and turning to him before sitting on her heels.

"The only thing you missed is that you have to get it wet so it's not uncomfortable" he tells her, reaching down to pull his hard cock out once more.

"Could I use my mouth?" she questions, chuckling as Harry nods eagerly at her words. YN wastes no more time before she's leaning down to lick on his cock like a lollipop, a whimper leaving his lips at the feeling. She keeps doing so until she's satisfied, sitting up to take is cock in her palm. "Should I go fast or slow?" she inquires, and Harry tells her to go at a speed somewhere in the middle. She does so, looking up to him for approval. "Like this?"

"Fuck. Yes, honey. Just like that" he moans, bucking his hips as his orgasm is already nearing, the events of the last hour catching up to him. He takes one look at her concentrated face and whimpers, calling her name to get her attention.

"Can you kiss me please? Need to feel your lips" he whines, and she's instantly obliging, leaning up to press their lips together, Harry deepening it and biting down onto her lip gently. She moans into his mouth at the feeling and he groans, pulling away to throw his head back at the feeling of her hand.

"Shit, YN. I'm gonna cum" he warns. "Just a little faster" he demands, his balls drawing up beneath her fist. "Just like that, fuck" he says, cum starting to shoot from the head of his cock before he's going completely still and letting rope after rope of cum leave his sensitive cock. YN just watches in amazement as the thick, creamy substance lands all over her fist and his stomach.

The second he's gently pushing her hand away, she can't resist, sticking her tongue out to taste the liquid. She hums at the taste, liking it but not going in for a second lick.

Harry is still panting as she does so, and he watches her reach for her shirt that's beside the bed, cleaning up her sticky thighs before her hand, and eventually his cock and his stomach, gentle so she doesn't hurt him. He feels guilty for her having to clean them up, but his orgasm truly took everything out of him and he can only watch as she throws it across the room to her laundry hamper before she's pulling the duvet over the both of them, climbing into his open arms.

He reaches over and turns off the bedside lamp, neither of them having the energy to get up and turn off the main lights. His arms are wrapped around her as her head lie on his chest, the only sounds in the bedroom being their slightly harsh breathing as they start to succumb to their exhaustion.

"Could I ask you something, YN?" Harry speaks up, breaking the silence. She responds with a hum of acknowledgment, his cue to continue.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he asks nervously, still holding her body tight against his, her breathing evening out.

"Of course, could never say no to that" she responds, dozing off immediately after. Harry presses a loving kiss on her head before nodding off as well, a dimpled smile on his face.

#harry styles fic rec #harry styles smut #harryistheonlyoneforme #harry styles fic #harry styles filth #dbf harry styles #harry styles #smut #harry related writings #dbf harry #ruin #ruin masterlist

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cas-skz · 1 year

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Lost Bet

Hyunjin x Fem!reader - HYUNJIN'S POV Summary: Wanting to have an extra special anniversary, you agree with your girlfriend to retain from sex - or at least try. Word Count: 651 Warning: 18+!! MDNI. Teasing, over & under clothes grinding, accidental penetration, accidental creampie. !!mentions of past pregnancy scare!!

Yeshelloitsmeagain So I haven’t written a male pov in idk how long but wanted to give it a shot?? Anyways if this sucks I’m sorry, if you like it…I’m still sorry lmao Always taking fic requests cas xx

CREDIT @littleforeignaffairs

"As long as it doesn't go in, right baby? That wouldn't break our deal." Her voice was rasped between the moans as her hips moved slowly over your boxers, cock throbbing for closer attention. It was a dumb deal you had made with your girlfriend, try to not have 'sex sex' until your one year weekend getaway. It was funny at first, but now you craved her more than ever and watching her soaked pink panties rub against her plump pussy, which wrapped perfectly around your hidden cock. It was driving you nearly crazy.

Your hands traced gently on her thighs, admiring fading bruises you had left. "I suppose." You started, fingers slowly moving her panties to one side so you could get a better view of her pleasing herself. "I just want us to be careful--" your voice trailed, your thumb brushing gently over her clit as it slid forward.

"I know baby." She said, leaning down to place a kiss upon your lips. You two had already had an incident at the start of your relationship where a pregnancy scare tested your newly blooming romance.

You returned the kiss, lips pulling up into a smile. "So what's your little plan here?" You questioned, leaning back a bit as your boxers were quickly taken off. A harsh moan escaped your lips when you felt her warm pussy press against your veiny mass; a warmth you hadn't felt in almost a week causing your erection to twitch.

Your hands roamed her body as she moved slowly, her folds sliding against your mass but not daring to enter. It was driving you a little crazy, you wanted to keep your plan intact, but more than ever, you wanted to fuck your girlfriend.

"Fuck Hyunjinnie," She moaned, her hips picking up speed as her clit rubbed against your cock, you groan quietly as your hand slaps down on her ass. Your hands gripped her hips, now moving her at your own speed, making sure her clit made contact with your shaft each time. Her squirms made your cock twitch, pre-cum leaking onto your stomach as she shook against you, her body beautifully vibrating from orgasm. To your surprise, she didn't stop the movements of her hips.

"You're killing me baby." You moaned. Your cock angry and red as her folds continued to glide beautifully, your combined juices now helping as a lubricant. She smirked down at you, her hips now moving a little more forward, your tip brushed her tight entrance. She repeated the same stroke but before you realized, you were controlling her hips again, grinding them quickly against yours.

You reached up to grab her by the hair, pulling her towards you and crashing your lips together, tongues fighting for dominance as you made out. You could feel your cock start to firm, pressure building when you suddenly felt her familiar warmth and tight pussy wrap around your cock. Fuck the bet. "I missed fucking you baby" You spat, hands still leading her hips at a quick pace as you thrusted upward into her, screams of pleasure echoing.

"Sh-shit fuck fuck- fuck." You groaned, your cock twitching uncontrollably as her pussy tightened around your length. Your bodies and lips crashing together as you both came hard, pure bliss and pleasure taking over all controls as your bodies became one.

Your arms wrapped around her as her body shook as your arms, who whimpered and apologized as if it was all her fault. “It’s okay baby…it was an accident” you hushed, placing kisses in the side of her temple. “I’m sorry..” you whisper, the slightest feeling of guilt building in your chest realizing how much you actually liked filling your girlfriend with cum.

“We can go get the morning after pill tomorrow, and go from there, okay?” You said calmly, placing another kiss on her temple. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

#skz smut #skz fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #stray kids hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin smut #stray kids fanfic #hyunjin x female reader

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ft kageyama tobio

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your neighbor, your friend, and someone you and everyone claims to like you a lot has taken time longer than you expected to confess - so you force him to.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ( ✮ )

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: jealousy, and indirect confession

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This one is pure shit, the idea inspo is based on my old fics on Wattpad but I redo it, don't really like it but don't hate it either, just a so-so but let me know what you think in the comments. happy reading xx

'Good morning, Tobio!' Kageyama who just got out of his house is stunned, to say the least, he is late, so late for school, and the second he hurried outside the house, he sees you on the front porch of his house with a bag slinging over your shoulder and waiting for him.

The boy's face flushed bright red seeing you, he took upon your face with a neutral expression glued 'What are you doing here?' He questioned, looking down at you with a furrowed brow 'Oh, I was waiting for you. Come on we'll be late.' You take his hand in yours as you drag him along.

Kageyama Tobio, this stoic-looking sixteen-year-old kid is your neighbor, your friend, and someone you and everyone claim to like you lot. A lot happens since you two knew each other. It has only been a few months since you moved out from your hometown to Miyagi but over time the boy grew an overwhelming interest in you. It was apparent to everyone including you - everyone but him. It also grows on you about him, his passion for volleyball, and vice versa.

It was obvious that he likes you and you like him and there were a few times you encourage yourself to make the first move but your gut tell you otherwise and to wait until he makes the first move.

But as time passed, the opportunity never comes falling, but you would always console yourself to wait, I mean, after all, patience is a virtue. But Oh, God, it's been over three months since that, and no signs from the boy. You are growing impatience each second passes and today was finally it. The day you reached your limit. No more waiting is what you told yourself. If Kageyama won't make the first move. You'll force him to.

You two walk to school together, your hands occupied with a red-bean-flavored taiyaki. You look at him pointing one finger to the snack 'Want some?' He declines the offer making you huff in disappointment. You two continue walking and are met by Hinata, also on his way to school.

'Kageyama?! Oh Y/n, hello!' You smile at the tangerine-haired boy and wave at him 'Hi, Shoyo! Are you late to school too?' He chuckles, scratching the back of his non-itchy nape 'I overslept,' You chuckle before finding yourself occupied conversing chats with him.

You two walk to school, Shoyo pushing his bike instead and strolling with you to school leaving Kageyama behind, creating daggers on both your and Shoyo's backs.

The school period ended, and you, Kageyama, and Hinata are on your way to the school's gymnasium where their usual practices are held. You three change shoes as they two went running to the small circle of people warming up. You stand by the manager, Kiyoko Shimizu, and their manager, Ukai Kenshin along with the other assistant manager, Hitoka Yachi.

'Hello Yachi,' She smile at you shyly before she held her hand up to wave back. The boys began practicing their new formats with the coach and Kiyoko on the side, writing down on her clipboard. You watch them, partially Kageyama with water bottles in hand. 'Have Kageyama said anything to you?' You turn to Yachi with your forehead creasing 'No. I honestly don't know what is inside that bird brain of his.' You sass with a tinge of dissatisfaction lacing behind you. Yachi sat down on the benchers with you beside her 'What about your plan?' You knew, by all means, she implies the vicious plan you, and Kiyoko came up with to force Kageyama to confess to you.

'I... Don't know. I don't wanna feel half-bad doing that to him and use Shoyo for my benefit.' She glance your way before she went to Kageyama's 'But doesn't Hinata agree to it? Should be fine right?' You are reluctant to reply to her so you smile.

The day went smoothly, the boys practice like usual, always in their best mood and the same goes for the coach. Everyone is on their 100%. Everyone except you. Are you still in the train of thought about what Yachi said earlier? Should you continue with your plan or should you cancel and wait.

Half of the day ended, and the guys are now resting, and chugging down their water bottles while you and Yachi go around and handed them a clean tucked of towels to dry off their beads of sweats. Everything is fine until a senior from your club came inside the room, looking for you. The senior came and looking for you to talk and you followed him outside for privacy. The boy exchanged looks between each other, especially with Kageyama. Everyone could say that they did notice a certain behavior of the senior towards you and so did Kageyama. Obviously, when you two went out to have a time alone, they're all on Kageyama, eyes widen for him to go and snatch you away but all he did was roll his eyes.

'What?' He's quick to gnaw on, Daichi shakes his head at him 'It's obvious Kageyama. You liked her.' He widens his eyes in surprise, his cheeks hot and warm with blood gushing up to his ears. He put his hands on his ears to minimize the tingly sensation but he didn't move nonetheless.

It's been over ten minutes but you never came back, the boys look over at Kageyama to see him practicing his servings 'Kageyama, you should go and check on Y/n. It's been so long.' Kageyama drops the ball 'Why me?' Daichi shrug his shoulder and then went back to scolding Tanaka and Nishinoya for being nuisances.

Kageyama grumbles under his breath as he slow-walk to any possible place you and the senior would be at.

'I...' He heard a voice say from behind the gymnasium. He wander to the spot he was sure he heard the voice spot you and the senior. His figure towering over you and you both are extremely close to each other.

'I don't know Takashi, you seem like a very nice guy, I adore your passion for sewing a lot too but... I don't think I'm able reciprocate your feeling.' A glimmer of satisfaction flow through the blueberry-haired boy. He continue watching the scene before he unfold.

Takashi smiles at you, his eyes creasing a bit with his dimple showing 'But won't you at least try? We can go on dates but if you are still reluctant to choose me then I'll stop.' You stare into his eyes 'I...'

A sharp and husky voice came contact with you two, Kageyama strutted to where you two were with an annoyed expression 'I'm sorry, but I don't think Y/n will be able to do that.' Takashi gives him a smug smile 'And why is that?' Kageyama who is an inch taller than the boy continues inching his form to his with an intimidating look 'That's because she's mine.' You look between the two taller boy in gawking eyes.

He confessed

Kageyama confessed to you, to Takashi.

Kageyama grabs your hand dragging you out of the place 'Wait Tobio! What is that about?!' He stops his movement abruptly 'What do you mean, Y/n?' He asked, wondering.

'Back there, just now, you confessed! You told me - Takashi, I am yours.' He looks at you, head tilting before his eyes widen in bewilderment. He can't be serious. You can't be serious. That must be a lie right? There's no way...

'That's because she's mine.'

He's doomed. He just said it. He admitted he liked you. Kageyama is in panicked and already on the verge of running and he did but you held his hand 'Where are you going? I haven't given you my answer, yet?' He shake his head trying his best to pry free but you tighten your hold 'What if... I said that...' He close his eyes, already waiting for the rejection to come from your mouth 'I like you too.'

'It's okay, I understand that - Wait, what?' You purse your lip together to prevent laughing at the flustered boy 'I said that I like you too, Tobio.' His face is poker, still but his body reacted. His whole face becoming a hot pink down to his neck. His neck hair stands with anticipation 'So, would you be my... Girlfriend?' You ended up snorting at his confession.

'I don't know,' His head drop at your sudden unexpected answer 'Sure,' His looks on you making you smile

'You guys are so cute together!' Both Tanaka and Nishinoya exclaim, Sugawara laughs at the antics while smiling at you 'So cringe,' Sass Tsukishima with a sour utterance. Both you and Kageyama rolled your eyes at him

'Whatever, Sour-Shima.'

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heepthecheep · 9 months

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Feel like pure shit just want them back xx

#rembrandt van rijn #johannes vermeer #edgar degas #antoine-denis Chaudet #govaert flinck #edouard manet #isabella stewart gardner museum #art history #Christ in the storm on the sea of Galilee is literally. in my top ten favorite pieces of art of all time

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sad1nnit · 2 years

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i love hurting people emotionally with my sad marauder things!!!! so fun!!!!

anyways.

here is james after regulus’ death.

TW: SELF HARM, BREAKDOWNS, DEATH.

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it was a tuesday morning.

james had woken up to the sun shining on his face, and the birds chirping.

his eyes adjusted to the bright light coming through his partially opened curtains, and he reached for the glasses on his bedside table.

when he turned, he expected to bump into a certain red head— lily, but she wasn’t there.

in fact, no one was in the house.

usually, remus, sirius and peter would all be downstairs laughing and stealing all of his food; he heard no laughing.

weird.

james suspected maybe they all were at sirius and remus’ place, but it wouldn’t make sense as to why they wouldn’t wake him up? why lily didn’t.

confused, he got up, pulled some sweats on and a t-shirt which had been on his floor for who knows long, and headed out of their room.

the pair lived in a small cottage, lily didn’t want a giant mansion like his parents house— she said there would be too many rooms, too much space.

he slowly walked in the kitchen, expecting to see at least one person in it, but it was empty.

just a small note was on the kitchen table.

it read:

james,

gone to marlene’s, somethings wrong.

didn’t want to wake you!

remus and sirius aren’t coming today, they’re on order business, but i’m sure they’ll be in for tea. pete will be coming too i assume.

i’ll be back soon! marls seems a bit shook, so i’ll let you know what’s happening there.

see you later love.

lily xx

james set down the note, relief rushing through his body. every time nobody was in the house it made james feel anxious.

he never liked to be left alone, especially after regulus.

he’d done some bad things when alone; when he wasn’t on his meds.

lily said she’d be back soon though.

james checked his watch, the time being 10 past 11, he slept in late today.

the ink on the paper wasn’t fresh, so lily must have gone a few hours ago— she would be back soon.

and james could have company.

he sat down on the chair after making a cup of coffee, taking in the silence, before sirius apparated into james’ kitchen, making him jump and spill his coffee a little.

“jesus fucking christ pads, you scared the shit out of me!”

sirius let out a small laugh, but it slowly fell as he continued looking at james.

“james,” he began. “something— something has happened,”

james’ worry and anxiety had come back full force in that exact moment.

“what has happened pads?” james asked.

“reg—“ his voice cracked, “regulus is dead.”

james froze.

he heard nothing sirius said next.

ringing was all he heard in his ears, he felt his breaths become uneven.

regulus

reg

reggie.

sirius clearly noticed james’ distress and moved backwards. he didn’t want to upset james even more, he had no idea how to comfort people.

he thought the best bet would be lily.

so he apparated immediately.

james watched sirius apparate.

he left him.

alone

again

regulus is dead

james felt his knees buckle and he could no longer support his weight.

he fell to the floor, gasping for air.

then the tears started. they were filling his eyes, he couldn’t see through them.

“no no no no no!” he shouted, he needed to make it stop.

make it stop

“regulus,” he choked out as he clawed at his arms, he needed to let it out.

he felt blood being drawn from his arms and continued, eventually stopping.

then james put himself into a ball and let out a scream of pure grief. it was agonising.

all he could feel was pain, pain that festered in him. pain that would be there for as long as he lived.

at this point, he was just sobbing and screaming, desperately trying to make it stop.

bloody was gushing from were he pressed so hard on his arm.

he didn’t care.

regulus was dead.

he didn’t get to say he loved him one last time.

images of regulus flashed through his mind— the kitchen door being flung open by someone.

james didn’t know who it was— nor did he care.

as he felt arms come around him, he leant into it.

“james!” lily said, she was clearly shocked by what james had done to himself, regulus’ death had sent him into a manic episode.

this was really really bad.

his meds had run out a few days ago. she was supposed to pick them up for him today.

“oh fuck james!”

she cleaned up james’ arm, casting her patronus, telling it to get sirius now.

in a matter of seconds, sirius appeared and looked at james and lily with pure shock.

he shouldn’t have left him.

“you shouldn’t have fucking him!” she yelled, and sirius continued looking at james.

“you know you fucking don’t leave him!”

“i— i know lily! i’m sorry!” sirius began, before he was cut of my james choking and coughing.

“lily,” he said quietly.

he turned and clutched her tightly.

she held him as tightly as she could.

“shh james, it’s okay darling,”

james continued sobbing.

regulus was dead, and james will never know how brave he was in the end.

james never was whole again.

and when the 31st october 1981 came, he never cowered away, and he welcomed death as an old friend.

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HAHAH I LOVE TRAUMATISING PEOPLE

#james potter #regulus black #incoorect quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes #marauders #remus loves sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #jegulus #starchaser #sad jegulus #jily #lily evans is a queen #no lily slander

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lesbianlotties · 2 years

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“it’s easy to confuse feelings for something they aren’t, especially when eye-contact is involved” for ronance??

may i offer one last ronance story before vol. 2 drops? see you guys tomorrow after robin and nancy kiss xx

It’s easy to confuse feelings for something they aren’t, especially when eye-contact is involved. At least, that’s what Robin had been telling herself since she became friends with Nancy Wheeler. Robin had tried to explain away Nancy’s penchant for intense eye contact in many different ways. The most reasonable one being that Nancy seemed to be headstrong, confident, fearless, and a very talented journalist. She probably looked everyone in the eyes as if she were trying to solve a puzzle, Robin wasn’t all that special, she thought. She thought maybe that was usual behavior when doing a platonic friend’s makeup, or she just wanted to see which clothes would match Robin’s eyes from a purely technical standpoint. Perhaps she thought the rest of Robin’s face so unpleasant she could only tolerate her eyes, or maybe unbeknownst to Robin she had some uncommon thing going on in her eyes and Nancy was looking for the courage to tell her. Either way, it was a lot, and every time it happened, Robin could feel her heart skip a beat, beat a thousand miles an hour, and stop beating at all, all at the same time.

Eventually, one day, Robin’s mouth finally got ahead of her brain enough to blurt out the words, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Nancy wondered with a small frown of concentration. Still not breaking the wonderfully suffocating eye contact, if Robin might add.

“Like… you know,” Robin stuttered and lost the battle against the tide of words coming out of her. “Like one of my eyes committed a gruesome crime against the other and you are questioning it in a dimly lit room with a gun on the table. Like I kidnapped my eyes from an A-list celebrity, I’m holding them hostages, and they’re holding up tiny signs that say ‘Help me’. Like my entire face is a horrifying apocalyptic wasteland and my eyes were the last two wildflowers left on this godforsaken planet and you made it your life mission to keep them alive at all costs. Like… holy shit!”

“What?” Nancy mumbled, automatically, without the slightest idea what conclusion Robin might have reached. Usually, they were great at keeping up with each other, but this time Nancy couldn’t help but linger somewhere a few steps behind, still processing the hostage situation theory.

“You like me back,” Robin said with a breathless tone, terrified of being wrong, but somehow having no doubt in her mind about it, finally.

“Wait. Does that mean you like me?” Nancy replied, somehow managing to start to smile while her eyes still displayed confusion and the remnants of a frown.

“Does that mean it wasn’t obvious?!”

“No! I thought you were just a very good friend! Like maybe you treat all your friends like… you know,” Nancy shugged, “Like you would follow them to the ends of the Earth. Like they’re the most important person in the universe. Like you loved them in another life and you were always meant to find your way back to each other.”

Inevitably, by then both girls were furiously blushing, and also couldn’t hold back their smiles. “I am a very awesome friend,” Robin replied in a whisper, “but it’s always been different with you, Nance.”

Finally, the only thing left was to close the space between them and celebrate their groundbreaking discoveries with a kiss. A discovery that, perhaps, shouldn't have come as much as a shock to the girls that had spent the last couple of hours talking in hushed whispers, making promises and plans for the future, cuddling together under the covers in Nancy’s bed, doing everything about being in a relationship for weeks except calling it being a relationship. Well, there was a beginning for everything.

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Hi I really need ur help. I’m an entp and I already suffer from overthinking and shit (I don’t know if it’s normal for us entp to do that but yeah:)” anyways since the summer of 2020 I went through emotional abuse because I was stupid enough to stay in a toxic relationship for too long with my ex he gaslighted the shit out of me and betrayed me (it was an 8 year long friendship before it happened) . I went through a depression and I think that I was traumatized because I’ve never been this low in my life. Long story short I literally doubt every single choice I do, I feel like disorganized you know I don’t know how to come back to my normal mindset you know the confident one who don’t overthink and just has good ideas. I literally overthink everything like every single thing actions I do and thoughts I get and I don’t even know why I think I’m starting to fall into a depression again and losing myself again because of this. From a fellow entp to another If u know anything about how we work or anything about a loop or anything what dows it sound like because I don’t know shit right now I’m anywhere but in the moment and It frightenes me but I can’t do much about it. I literally overanalyze every single thing and can’t get rid of it. Every anxious thought I get is creating another to a chain where I don’t even know what the problem is. Thank u If you’ve read this far :( xxx

Hi! I'm sorry you're going through this. And I'm sorry it's taken me so long to answer! My inbox always has stuff in it and I don't answer nearly enough of them.

No one deserves to go through emotional abuse, and I'm happy for you that you're out of this relationship! It can be such a destabilizing thing as well to be out of a relationship as well, especially given how long it lasted.

I haven't dealt necessarily with what you did, but I have had a nice share of depression and trauma during the covid years. (I became very scared all of the time essentially... and I'm still unlearning this) I've learned some things from my experiences, though I'm certain that there are more and maybe some more fitting ones for you.

The main thing is just to be kind to yourself.

Now when I'm sad or struggling to do things, I'm just like ok, treat-yoself, it's a sleeping day. And I let it be without forcing myself to act like I'm doing better and also trying not to feel worse for not being at 100% (or even 50%) every day. Forgive yourself.

I try to give myself high-fives for even the smallest things that I accomplish. (I drove recently, and I rarely drive these days (esp in the country I live in) and I was scared, and I did it, and I'm proud!) (I sent an email that was freaking me out, and I'm proud!)

Find someone to talk to also maybe-- feel free to message me if you want. But when I was alone during covid, I got into the habit of leaving voice messages. So even talking to yourself could be helpful. Or writing also!

Pay attention to what you like and enjoy for when you're really feeling down. I have a list that I keep on my phone--sometimes I'm really blurred up and I don't remember to look at it. But sometimes I do remember to check the list, and it reminds me to put on the Great British Baking Show or Taskmaster, or maybe take care of my plants-- this really helps reground me to myself and what i enjoy purely.

If you can afford it, therapy is the thing these days. (But as someone who couldn't afford it for so long (especially because it can be hard to find the right therapist), it's very doable to make changes without it)

Also taking some time to breathe and pause and smell the air is great too. I'm crap at meditation but I do some stretches sometimes and it's good for the brain.

This is what I got! But you deserve love from both yourself and other people.

Sending all of my love xx

#wildly due to covid i became very afraid of death #which i knew many people who passed #and i was living very far away from home in a country where i didn't speak the language and alone #also the blm movement was going on (which i'm black #and this affects me a lot)#and also the 2020 election in the US #and so mentally lol i was wil'n #i put a lot of effort now into facing my fears though to overcome this fear of suddenly dying #but ya lol i was on a stand up paddle two weeks ago #just sitting (someone else was paddling) and i'm sitting there shaking like a madman #and to think that i was struggling to go outside to going to being on a stand up paddle three years later #it's not even that risky but i'm scared of so much stuff now #and i'm proud of this #answered #tw: depression

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wardogsong · 11 months

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7mm (Clint)

spin the wheel fucc the frank || no longer accepting

Were they not team captains they wouldn't have the ability to pull this off— privacy in a place that yields no man any. And yet here they are; testament to their effectiveness, commandeering the closest thing to locked doors that there are with whatever excuse Billy purred in Schoonover's ear. Either something about tuning up Sgt. Thomas here, or needing a co-captain meet with him about strategy. It helped that Orange wasn't around, meant that Schoonover wouldn't look too closely at what any of them were doing with a bit of a downtime.

Odds are he doesn't have money on THIS though.

Frank feeding his cock into Thomas' wide open mouth nice and slow— and at an angle that does more for the viewer in their midst than either one of them. What Billy gets out of just watching, he doesn't know but he's earned his little request— this performance. God knows he's good enough to them both when they have the time to exploit. Frank's made plenty of his own demands of him; lustful and urgent when he feels like he's about to crawl out of his skin and needs an outlet for the built-up pressure. "Y'like that, Bill?"

If it was himself watching he'd be itching with the need to replace the man actually being serviced— voyeurism is no delight to him, but Billy looks enthralled and pleased all at once, so Frank keeps it up for him. Dark eyes flick downwards to check on Clint too, making sure he's just as content with what's going down his throat. He sees no complaints and spots instead what seems to be a bit of preening for their audience— like he's waiting on praise or reward, or maybe looking to earn both. Shit, Frank can't blame the man. Billy's got a pretty purr he turns on to drip in people's ears and just hijack all their wants and desires and twisting them into his own. It's exactly how they've ended up here putting on a show for him.

So he bucks his hips a little deeper, really gives Clint something to suck on for a bit instead of just dragging precum all up and down his tongue. Fuck— he's got less and less complaints of his own with every moment that passes; every curl of that tongue along the underneath of his shaft, every firm suck on his cock that threatens to pull him deeper. Frank starts really losing himself in the moment with Clint, reaching down to get a hand skittering over the side of his face and skating over his short-shorn hair, mourning the lack of any real length to grip and tug. He's got to bend and curl and fuck with Billy's sniper line of sight to get his hand properly curved around the back of Clint's head and use it to pull him along even further.

If there's a protest from the peanut gallery, Frank doesn't hear it. There's only the wet sounds of Clint's mouth, his slurp and quiet groans when Frank tests the back of his throat. And there's Frank too, hissing quiet Fucks into the air, and other barely intelligible words of damning praise. They're punched out of him, his gruff voice even more wrecked than usual, laced with pure need need need and the slow building of a pleasure that demands more and faster and NOW. He's spurred on by the look on the man beneath him's face, the naked and open desire there that mirrors his own and magnifies it. That's a stroke he can't resist, ever. The being so hungrily wanted; the being savored and not just endured or placated in some overly measured trade-off. That kind of thing is addicting to Frank and pulls a pleasured and posssessive growl from his throat as he goes harder, starting to build up a sweat from the exertion of fucking that pretty face faster and faster.

It's only the belated remembering of their audience that keeps him from giving in and just chasing his cresting end— something they haven't been given permission for just yet.

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Pure Fear

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by anon: Hi hun! A little bird read to me that you are accepting requests for our handsome man Jay? 💆🏻‍♀️ Could I request a Jay Halstead x reader (his girlfriend) where she is stuck in a bank with the robbers and he tries to control his emotions while deeply caring for her trying to take her out as soon as he can with the team? Thank you ❤️

• Warnings: mention of blood, gunshot, death.

• Word count: 5860.

• A/N: guess who's back again after more than a month with a this piece of shit? Yeah exactly, me. I'm sorry for this turned out and just know everything it's pure fantasy so if something doesn't make any sense just let it slide 💀 anyway, I hope you'll like this, please like, comment, reblog. Thank you so much for everything and for your support ❤️ If you want, please consider to support me on Ko-Fi too. Love you all xx

Everything seemed normal.

Each person went on with their lives normally, completing the various chores they had to do. There were those who had to buy groceries, those who had to go to work, those who were late for an appointment, those who took their children to play in the park. In short, there seemed to be nothing different from the usual, nothing that could cause concern.

You thought it would be a day like any other. And that’s how it started.

That morning you said goodbye to your boyfriend Jay before he went to work, agreeing you’d meet him – as usual – at lunch. Neither of you imagined what would happen. After all, life was so unpredictable.

Neither of you had certainly foreseen there would be a robbery in the exact same bank you were supposed to go to, neither had foreseen that two hooded men would come in and shoot, ordering everyone to get on their knees and keep their hands behind their heads.

Pure fear. Pure terror. This was what you were feeling at the time, moments when your whole life passed before your eyes as the robbers paced back and forth in the bank. You kept praying with every fiber of your being, you tried to stay positive, and your mind at that moment turned to Jay.

My Jay.

You kept praying and hoping to see him break into that bank but you didn’t even know if he knew about the robbery. You couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen and the very thought of never seeing him again, not seeing your family, your friends, made you feel so sick and in that moment you wished so much you’d told them how much you loved them, how much they were important to you.

It was so true that life was always taken for granted.

“Give us all your phones! Now!” one of the two robbers exclaimed as soon as they forced you to stay on your knees. The silence was broken by the cries and sighs of everyone present, the screams of the robbers and their threats to kill you instantly if someone did something they shouldn’t have.

And like this they confiscated all your phones, taking away the hope of being able to secretly ask for help. They had tied up the manager, asked for all the money they could take with them.

You kept taking deep breaths, thinking and rethinking Jay’s words from a conversation you had few months ago.

He was working on a hostage robbery case and you were sitting next to him on the sofa, watching the way he was focused.

“What should we do in these situations?” you asked, just out of pure curiosity, never imagining finding yourself in a similar situation.

“Do whatever the robbers say, don’t try to be a hero. The key is to negotiate, establish a relationship, make them believe you want to help them and you’re on their side. The main goal is always to save as many hostages as possible so you have to get them to trust you, that to get what they want they must also offer something in return. We always try to start with women and children and finally men, but in the meantime we still try to find an intervention strategy, we study the place well, all the available entrances, possible break-in plans, for example whether to do it silently or take them by surprise,” he explained, turning to you and giggling when he noticed your expression between shock and surprise. “These situations require calm and coolness, let’s say these are moments of very high tension”.

“Wow, that’s pretty bad, I can’t even imagine what it would be like to be in this situation, I hope I’ll never have to find out.”

Jay set the case file down on the coffee table and pulled you close, stamping a kiss on your temple. “I don’t even want to imagine this, I don’t know what I could do, I’d probably die”.

And that was exactly how Jay felt when he found out about the robbery. He felt he was dying.

As for you, the morning was going on normally for him too. For some strange reason no murder case had come up and he truly believed that for a very rare time he’d even be able to get home soon. But when he saw Sergeant Platt walking up the Intelligence stairs with an expression on her face that was anything but happy, he knew that state of peace was about to end.

He had no idea what was actually going on.

“There’s a robbery taking place in the Chase Bank, there are at least two attackers with about fifteen hostages” Platt had announced but Jay’s mind had stopped only at the opening words.

Chase Bank.

It couldn’t be true, it couldn’t be happening.

It was the bank you were supposed to go to that morning.

Jay immediately took his cell phone from his pocket and typed your number with fury. His heart was pounding as he prayed you’d answer your phone, he’d hear your voice saying you were still at home, that you were fine. But as your number directed him directly to the voice mail, a sign your cell phone was probably turned off, Jay could no longer maintain control and the more seconds passed the more he felt being swallowed more and more in a chasm.

“Please answer baby… Please, please, please, pick up the phone…” he kept muttering to himself as he kept calling your number over and over, but without receiving any kind of response.

“Jay what’s going on?” Kim asked, noticing the way Jay was worried but he didn’t even seem to hear her. Without waiting for the rest of the team, he immediately rushed down the stairs, aiming to make his way to the bank as soon as possible.

Jay felt like he was dying and never before he felt so disoriented and disoriented, so out of control. He continually tried to call you, to no avail as the call was always going out.

Surrounding the bank were Intelligence, the negotiating team, SWAT, and nearly the entire Chicago police department. The situation was difficult, the tension almost cut with a knife as each agent present tried to work out a strategy to get the hostages out safely and arrest the criminals.

But Jay wasn’t focused, he kept thinking about the possibility you were in there and the thought of not knowing was eating him alive. The thought of knowing you were at the mercy of the robbers, frightened and disoriented, that he was so few meters away from you and couldn’t help you was making him so sick, so helpless. It might have been a selfish thought, but right now he didn’t want to do anything but save you, get you out of that damn bank and hug you.

“We managed to get into the bank’s surveillance system, we have live images of what’s going on inside,” announced one of the IT experts and as Jay looked at the PC screen, his heart was pounding, continuing to hope with every fiber of his being that, by some miracle, you weren’t in the bank that morning. But as soon as he saw you with the other hostages, on your knees with your back turned to the entrance, every bit of hope vanished in the blink of an eye and every worst nightmare turned out to be the harsh reality.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed aloud, kicking a chair that was next to him, seized by despair and anger. He ran his hands over his face, frustrated, enraged and in a throes of emotions. He even decided to go into the bank, wanting to get you out of there at all costs.

“Halstead!” Voight exclaimed when he saw him walking towards the bank, rushing to him and, with Kevin, taking him by his arms in an attempt to calm him down.

“Jay calm down man!” Kevin kept repeating to him but without any success and although he and Voight were both holding him back, doing so turned out to be quite difficult.

“Leave me fucking alone! My girlfriend is in there for fuck’s sake!” Jay kept struggling, trying to escape from Voight and Kevin’s grasp.

“I know kid but that’s not how you’re going to help her! You need to calm down!” Voight spoke.

“Calm down? How can you even tell me to calm down?! My fucking girlfriend is in there with those two crazy sons of a bitch! I need to get in there!”

“Jay! Listen to me! You know how these things work, we need to make contact with those robbers. Breaking in now could only result in mass killing! You know this” Kevin continued immediately after “I know it’s hard to stay here, but this is the only chance we have to get everyone out without injuries, we have to work as if it were any other case.”

Those words, instead of trying to calm Jay down, on the contrary, infuriated him even more. “Don’t fucking tell me to work like this was any other damn case! This is my fucking girlfriend we’re talking about, it will never be any other case!”

Jay walked away from them, not even waiting for an answer. He was aware of it, he knew the only way to get you out of that bank safe and sound was to be patient, to have faith in the work of all the agents present, but at that moment he couldn’t, he couldn’t think of anything other than you.

When Voight approached Jay after some time, he saw him leaning against a police car not far from everyone. He had his back to the rest of the crowd and Voight knew this was just Jay’s way of trying to calm down.

“Jay”.

“What do you want? Isn’t it enough for you to waste my time while my girlfriend is locked in there?!” Jay snapped, not even looking at Voight .

“I know how you feel, god knows how I would’ve reacted if someone so important to me was in this situation,” Voight spoke “But we need you for this but, above all, she needs you right now. I know her, I know she is a strong woman and she’ll be able to keep it cool even in these difficult times, but she’ll need you when she comes out of there, she needs to know you’re lucid enough to help her. Do you think you can do it kid?”

Jay sighed, running his hands over his face as he pondered Voight’s words. He knew he was right, he knew he had to try to be as impartial as possible so he could do his job and save you but he didn’t know how, he didn’t know how to be impartial when it came to you.

The sound of one of the bank telephones ringing broke the silence, making you jump. You turned your head slightly, watching the robbers pacing back and forth out of the corner of your eyes, as if they didn’t know what to do.

“Don’t answer that damn phone!” shouted one of the two robbers, the one a little more lucid and controlled.

“You should answer instead,” you intervened fearfully, turning your head slightly to look at the two men.

“Did I say you can fucking talk?!” the robber yelled, rushing towards you and pointing his gun at you. You almost had a heart attack and you wished you’d never opened your mouth as you turned back to the wall.

“No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just that… It will be the police and there will definitely be the negotiation team and this is your chance to ask whatever you want, no one will say no” you murmured, dry lips and throat, staring down.

“What makes you think they will help us?” asked the second robber, the most intimidated one, and you knew it was him you had to focus on trying to get him to do the right thing.

“Because they don’t want anyone to get hurt,” you replied, trying to turn back to them but returning to your original position when the first yelled at you again. “Well… What I mean is that you have the opportunity to ask for what you want, a car, plane tickets, fake passports, you can escape and nobody will try to catch you, nobody has to get hurt, I’m sure this is not what you want”.

There was a moment of silence when you prayed to God that neither of them would shoot you and you wished you had never spoken.

“She might be right,” the second robber replied in a low voice, looking at his partner “We have no chance to escape, we are completely surrounded.”

“Fuck!” exclaimed the other, the one who must have been the leader of the duo, frustrated. “Fine, but if anyone tries to make a single fucking move, I’ll kill all of you am I clear?!”

Jay was watching - along with the rest of the team - everything that was going on inside the bank, how the robbers were panicking, how you tried to get them to answer the phone, how that son of a bitch had pointed the gun at you, how you visibly trembled when you felt the gun pointed at your head but nevertheless you tried to convince them to do the right thing.

He kept yelling internally to shut up, to just say nothing. He thought about how brave you were, how much he loved you for it, but at the same time how stupid you were for risking your life like that. He knew, however, you’d try everything before giving up.

His heart stopped a thousand times when he saw the robber point the gun at your head. What would he have given to find himself in your place, how much he would’ve wanted to hold and hug you after seeing you so visibly trembling and afraid, how much he would’ve wanted to tell you he was so proud of you for your courage.

When one of the bank phones started ringing, your heart leapt in your chest, your stomach twisted with anxiety as you hoped one of the robbers would answer. As you might have guessed, they had applied for a vehicle and fake passports to escape with, obviously without omitting the threat they would blow someone’s head if there was something wrong that didn’t go according to plan.

“We will try to do everything we can to provide what you have asked but we also need proof of your willingness to cooperate, that you want to do the right thing” a gruff voice spoke that you acknowledged belonged to Sergeant Voight.

My Jay had to be there too.

Baby, please let us all get out of here, you continued to pray internally, trying to repress the instinct to cry and to be hopeful and positive about the success of the operation.

The two robbers looked at each other, as if they were consulting each other about what to do.

“We can get someone out,” muttered one of them, clearly the submissive one.

“I’m not letting anyone out of here until we have the car and passports!” the other robber exclaimed, not giving the slightest consideration of his partner, and making everyone jump with fear.

“Listen to me carefully,” Voight replied “Unfortunately this is not up to me, these requests follow chains that I cannot outclass and especially for false passports you have to wait a bit, but my bosses could do something to speed up the process if they saw your willingness to let someone go. At least let the women go.”

Jay’s heart was pounding in his chest as he watched the surveillance camera videos from the monitors and he didn’t care how selfish and horrible it might sound but in those moments he hardly even cared what was going on, the robbers would do. They could even run away, never reappear again and he’d let them go just to get you back safe and sound in front, he just wanted to see you walk through the doors of that damned bank, he just wanted to hold you like he had never done.

There were moments of pause, of silence, in which no one in the bank spoke or dared to breathe. Jay kept gazing at the way the robber looked at the hostages, a sign he was pondering Voight’s words and deciding who to possibly let out.

“Ladies, stand up,” the robber ordered. “Turn to us with your hands up. Slowly, and don’t you even think do something stupid or I’ll blow your brains out, am I understood?” he continued, his gun pointed at them as the ladies stood shaking.

If Jay could've described what he was feeling right now in one word, he would’ve used fear. Pure, paralyzing and devastating fear.

You were visibly trembling, your breathing quickened and your heart beating wildly. It was about to end, it soon would be over, you were about to come out of there.

“Take the ladies to the exit,” the leader of the duo ordered. You all started walking but the following words of that man made your blood run cold in your veins “Not you. You’ll stay here sweetie.”

What?

You prayed with every cell in your body he didn’t refer to you but when you looked up and saw his eyes aimed directly at yours, his gun pointed at you, you understood it was you whom he spoke to.

“Why?” you almost whispered.

“Because I say so and now sit back with the others before I’ll kill you!” he exclaimed aloud making you jump with fright.

God, this will never end.

“Fuck!” Jay screamed and in anger kicked again a chair right next to him. He couldn’t believe it, he was just one step away from finally have you back again.

What did they have in mind? Why had the robber held you back?

“Jay calm down man, she’ll be alright” Adam tried to calm him down, but failed miserably.

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! What the fuck are we gonna do now? Huh? And don’t tell me to sit back and wait because like hell I’m gonna leave my girlfriend in there with those bastards!”

The robbers had given an ultimatum. They had said if their requests were not granted, they’d kill a hostage every hour.

You kept praying they were just bluffing, that it was just a gimmick of theirs to lure the cops and everyone out there to speed up the operation, but fuck it wasn’t.

They really did.

There was blood everywhere.

Splatters on everyone, even on your face, on your clothes.

You touched your face with trembling fingers and felt dying to see them stained with blood.

They really did it.

They had killed a man.

And now he lay there helpless in front of you, his lifeless body with a gunshot to his forehead in full execution style.

And like this they had taken the life of a man, without remorse, without any pity or second thoughts.

The ‘submissive’ accomplice was almost as shocked as the rest of you, not expecting his partner would actually have the guts to pull the trigger. He understood it was over for the two of them, they were doomed and, since they were now also responsible for a cold-blooded murder, they’d never see the light again.

You knew everything was coming to an end and the more time passed – praying with every cell of your body to see Jay break into that bank sooner or later – and the more the hope of getting out of there alive became smaller and smaller.

Jay was on the verge of losing his mind and trying to hold him back became more and more difficult every second that passed. He just couldn’t sit while you were still hostage to those robbers and now, given the ultimatum they had set, Voight literally had to hold him back by force to prevent him from further worsening the situation.

And Jay, rationally, knew it. He knew if he had intervened he would’ve done nothing but endanger your life and all the others present, that this would’ve ended in nothing but a bloodbath, beyond the blood of the poor man already dead.

“Halstead I need to know for sure you can do your job now because we’re running out of time,” Voight was stating to Jay, a hand on his shoulder as he looked at him in the eye. Jay took a deep breath, but initially remained silent.

Could he really do his job? Could he risk hurting you, even if unintentionally?

“Halstead?”

“Yes, I can do it”.

Voight nodded with a satisfied and proud expression. “Go get ready then, I want you on the roof in 5 minutes.”

Cold sweat dripped from Jay’s forehead, his hand steady on his trigger, ready to fire, his reflexes alarmed, his eyes on the sights.

He tried not to think about the rest, not to think about you crying incessantly, desperate. He tried not to think about how by now this horrible event would’ve traumatized you, how it had been for you to see a man coldly killed in front of your eyes, how afraid you were and how much he would’ve wanted to let you know he was there, that he’d save you, that soon you’d be safe in his arms.

“I’m waiting for orders,” Jay had spoken into the transceiver.

“As soon as you have a clear shot, no other hostage will have to die today,” Voight replied and Jay got the message.

Shoot to kill.

The hour was up and the robber was choosing the next person inevitably destined to die.

You almost had a heart attack and you felt your stomach tighten as you saw his glassy, empty, soulless eyes staring into yours. You cried even more, seeing for an instant your life pass you before his eyes.

God Jay please, where are you?

“You know I haven’t been a real gentleman before, usually I’m always the knight and let the ladies pass first, I hope you’ll forgive my rude gesture,” the robber said in a sinister tone of voice, a smirk on his lips, as if all this amused him “To redeem me the next one to die will be you, sweetness.”

Your survival instincts got the better of you and, even if foolishly and in vain, you tried to escape.

But, of course, this was a complete fiasco.

The robber – now also a murderer – had grabbed you by your hair before you could even try to run away and the kicks and punches you tried to throw at him were not enough, his grip was so strong and firm that it was useless.

“Halstead are you there?” Voight asked through the transceiver, aware that Jay was seeing the same scenes they were seeing too.

Jay didn’t answer right away.

He was furious, so damn angry and so fucking scared. He had never been so scared, not even when he was being bombed overseas while he was at war.

“Jay”.

He was shaking, couldn’t keep his hand steady enough to make a clean shot. He didn’t have a good view as the robber was holding you in his arms and Jay couldn’t possibly risk hurting you.

“I can’t shoot goddamn it,” Jay swore.

“Time is running out sergeant,” the man grinned while on the phone with Voight, still holding the gun to your temple “And still none of the things we requested are here, you know what that means.”

“You know that this is not how you’ll get what you want right?”

“I don’t care, you haven’t listened to me, maybe a little reminder can be useful to you”.

Taking advantage of that exchange of words between Voight and the criminal, you took the opportunity to elbow him in the stomach with all the strength you had in your body. The blow was such that he loosened his arm around your neck and you took the opportunity to escape him and try to hide.

It all happened in a second.

A shot echoed throughout the bank, leaving everyone stuck and petrified in their places, breathless. For a thousandth of a second you thought you were dying, that you’d been shot and your thoughts immediately went to Jay, to the love of your life, to the fact you’d never see him again.

For a moment everything around you stopped, your ears were ringing, your vision blurred, everything seemed to go in slow motion.

Am I dying?

But you didn’t realize it.

You didn’t realize it wasn’t you who was shot but the robber who threatened to take your life away. Not even when you saw his lifeless body slumped on the floor and with a hole in his head you realized it.

Not a single muscle in your body was spared from the twitching and shaking, and as you saw all the police officers enter the bank, immediately arrest the accomplice and rescue the other hostages, you could hardly believe that it was all over, that you survived.

“Y/N, hey” you heard Adam’s voice bring you back to reality but it sounded so low and distant at that moment. You looked around while your eyes tried to study what was going on, as if to make sure it was just reality and not an nightmare.

“Let me help you, come on,” he continued, approaching you and helping you to stand up. Your legs felt like they were made of jelly, so much you could hardly even stand up and if it wasn’t for Adam, you’d probably fall on the ground again.

“Can you walk?”

You nodded. “I want Jay,” you whispered faintly. Damn it, even your voice was still shaking.

“He’s here, he’s coming to you.”

And that was exactly what Jay was doing. His heart nearly stopped beating after he shot the robber but before he knew it, he had already got up and ran off the roof at lightning speed, leaving even the rifle he had used there.

He lost the number with how many people he collided with trying to run to the bank but he didn’t even care, he just wanted to hug you. He looked around immediately when he walked in and when he finally saw you next to Adam, he almost started to cry.

You were fine. You were alive and well.

“Y/N!”

Your head immediately turned to that voice, a voice you would’ve recognized even in the midst of a million. Never before it brought you so much joy and happiness to hear his voice and it was at the precise moment when your eyes met his, so green and bright, you finally felt really safe.

He held you like he had never done before, squeezing you so hard you almost felt your bones break. But you didn’t care, as he hugged you, you could hardly believe it was really happening, that you had another chance. Your arms encircled his neck as you inhaled his scent deeply, his arms instead encircled your hips with so much force they’d most likely leave a mark.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked frenziedly in his voice, pulling away from you for a moment and glancing at your body to see if there were any obvious injuries.

“I’m fine… I’m fine…” you replied even if your trembling said something else. Jay hugged you again and at that moment you didn’t even notice that Adam had walked away, leaving you two alone.

“Oh baby,” he whispered “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s all over now, I’m here with you.”

You started crying again, nonstop, as if those words from Jay had flipped a switch inside you.

“Cry as long as you want my love I won’t leave you, I’m here with you and it’s all over, you’re safe with me,” he tried to calm you down, stroking your back with his hand as he squeezed you tightly to his chest. The truth was that Jay had no idea how he was still standing, the truth was that if you weren’t so shaken, you probably would've felt how shaky he was too. He couldn’t believe he had you there, that you were safe and sound and soon he even couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

But he didn’t want to be seen weak, crying with joy, with fear, not in that moment, especially because you needed him then more then ever, he had to be strong for you.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner my love, I’ll never forgive myself.”

You kept sobbing, sniffling from time to time because of the desperate crying that had taken over you. You wanted to talk so badly, tell him it wasn’t his fault, that he didn’t have to feel guilty but you just couldn’t.

“Let’s get out of here, can you walk baby?” Jay asked you in a sweet, gentle tone after an indefinite time. He pulled away from you slightly and took your face in his hands. His thumbs caressed the skin of your cheeks, wiping away the tears so sweetly, if you hadn’t already cried all the tears in your body, you’d most likely have burst into tears again.

You sniffed and nodded, wanting nothing more than to get as far away from that damn bank as possible. “Yes, please”.

“You’re still shaking baby,” his heart bleeding out “It’ll be okay love I promise, I’ll always be next to you and we’ll get through this together, you are not alone okay?”

You nodded again and you believed him, you knew you could count on him and this was perhaps the only thing that could cheer you up during a time when you were afraid of the whole world.

For the rest of the day Jay didn’t leave you for even a second, constantly asking you how were you feeling, if you needed something. You were still very upset but thanks to him you had at least stopped shaking as if you were convulsing.

That event was not something you would’ve easily overcome, quite the opposite. The fear of dying, seeing that man die in front of you, the kidnapper, all that blood, god, these were things you’d never be able to forget.

You and Jay were in your bedroom, lying under the covers as he hugged and cuddled you, in an effort to help you close your eyes and sleep, at least for a little while.

But of course it was in vain. You couldn’t sleep, not after all that had happened.

Absolute silence reigned in the room, neither of yp spoke, there was no need. It was an almost deafening silence and never like then you hated it because you felt like you were about to drown in your own thoughts but, at the same time, you couldn’t even say a word, you didn’t know what to say and in the same way Jay.

He found himself in a phase in which perhaps only then he began to fully realize what had happened, that he had really risked losing you, never seeing you again, not staying on your bed like you were doing, hugging each other.

Jay held you tighter in his arms, as if that thought had physically hurt him and as if he was trying to push it away.

“I love you to death, you know that right?” it was Jay who broke the silence “You are my life, the most important to me baby”.

His words warmed your heart, making your lips rise to the first spontaneous little smile of that damned day. “I love you too baby, so damn much”.

“I’m serious Y/N,” Jay let you go for a few seconds and then immediately put his hand on your chin, causing you to look at him “I want you to know that, I love you so fucking much. I’m not joking and I’m not exaggerating when I tell you I couldn’t live without you” he continued, then gently stroking your cheek as he looked you in the eye with so much devotion and love you almost fainted.

“You know, ever since we’ve been together I’ve always had the fucking fear of losing you, given the work I do, I’ve always been afraid you might leave me but today it was something devastating. I swear baby I can’t even explain how I felt when I heard about the robbery, knowing you were there, I think I died and rose a thousand times within a minute,” he talked, literally heart in his throat as he remembered those horrible moments “I was so afraid, the terror of losing you… It’s a feeling I never want to relive again and I know it sounds selfish of me to say these things now since you were in there and you first experienced this horror, but really baby, it felt like a fucking knife was cutting me in pieces. And I’m also so sorry I didn’t came earlier, I swear I would’ve broken down the door by myself just to come get you but they literally had to hold me back with force”.

You giggled through your tears, only then realizing you started crying again. “I know you would baby and that was the only thought that made me resist honestly, I knew you would walk in that door and save us all,” you said “I was so afraid I’d never see you again baby…” you weren’t able to finish the sentence since you broke is sobs again. Jay hugged you against his chest again, whispering soft words as his hand caressed your hair.

“I hate so much it was you who went through all this, I’ll never be able to forgive myself, it wasn’t supposed to be you.”

“But it wasn’t your fault…”

Jay was silent.

You looked up at him and noticed how his eyes were fixed, aimed at the ceiling. Only then you noticed the tear that slipped from his eye and you realized he was avoiding your gaze because he was crying.

“Oh baby…” you muttered under your breath, lifting your hand and wiping his tears with your fingers, exactly as he had done with you all day.

“I’m sorry love, you shouldn’t be the one comforting me now” He chuckled, trying to ease the tension a little, finally looking into your eyes.

Jay rested his forehead on yours as his fingers gently stroked your cheeks. You brought your face close to his, kissing him on the lips but before you could even break away from him, Jay placed his hand behind your head, pressing his mouth to yours again, kissing you this time with much more intensity, with so much love and passion it felt like years had passed since your last kiss and just like this you finally felt at home, safe in his arms like never before.

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Stade de Reims - Olympique Lyonnais OLPLay Postgame Interviews

Blah blah standard disclaimers apply; pretend you're capable of being a decent human being and don't do invasive shit; @OL Comms Dept it's sweater weather in LA aka a PSL will do nicely; y'all know the speech.

A postgame interview segment so boring I can't even put anything funny in the preview. @Timothee Piron @Coralie Ducher feel like pure shit just want you back xx

MELCHIE DUMORNAY POSTGAME INTERVIEW

Journalist: Melchie, you returned to your former club. Today you're wearing a Lyon jersey. How did you feel facing your former teammates?

Dumornay: Honestly, it was an interesting game, so I felt good. It felt good to be back home, to play against these players again. I had a lot of fun in this game playing against my former teammates who had a really good game as well. So I want to congratulate them because they've had an incredible start to the season up to this point. Unfortunately [Dumornay laughs] they weren't able to do much against us, but they've done really good work through the start of the season.

Journalist: Since you were on their team last year, they were really dangerous last year. Tonight they were a little less. Do you think they were set up well? Did they make things a little difficult?

Dumornay: Yeah, I think they made things a little difficult for us, especially in transition. That was a tactic I knew really well, we always focused on that aspect, transitioning, even if they had a really low and compact block, so it was really hard for us to cut inside. We had to go wide. But even so, we were able to adapt to this low block of five defendants. So it was good on our part.

Journalist: Last question, Melchie. We got the three points this evening, we still have the best defense in the league, and you scored this evening with a smile. Was it a good night?

Dumornay: It was a really good night despite the footballing errors we made. But there is no such thing as perfection. So we knew how to overcome the difficulties we had and do better, and learn how to try again if it didn't work when we tried the first time. So we will continue on that streak, we're really happy to have those three points against that team. So, with a smile as you said, we're going to go home to Lyon. And those who are joining their national teams, they're going to do that with a smile as well. And then we'll play PSG - Paris Saint-Germain? - Paris FC, sorry. [Dumornay loses it] PFC? They're after the international break.

Journalist: I'll let you go, Melchie, you're obviously tired.

Dumornay: You can tell? [laughs] Ciao.

GRIEDGE M'BOCK POSTGAME INTERVIEW

[Context for the interview before people clutch their pearls: M'Bock is usually really smiley, but you could tell she was exhausted after the game]

Journalist: Griedgou, an important win tonight against Reims before the international break, it's important.

M'Bock: Yes, it was important tonight to get the three points. That's what we came here for, we got the job done. Now we're off to our respective national teams and we'll see each other in 10 days.

Journalist: Why does it look like you want to die? [MBock laughs] Is it hard to play against a team who parks the bus? We know that situation well. Despite all that, you were able to find the solutions, especially out wide.

M'Bock: Yeah, we knew that. We knew that. We had studied them, we knew there would be space out wide. We had difficulties at times exploiting it. But we saw when we did it, especially when you look at the goals in the first half, we found those spaces and that allowed us to get the breakthrough and score.

Journalist: Last question. Tonight, it was also the best defense. That's another advantage to Lyon. Is that an objective for Lyon this year?

M'Bock: Yeah, obviously that's an objective. We want to be strong, be it defensively or offensively. So yeah, like, we showed today that we can score. We're a bit disgusted at having conceded, because we - we didn't want to be scored on. But that's part of the match, it's part of the game overall. And we'll work even harder to correct what didn't work today and move forward from there.

Journalist: Last last question. Are you going to smile? [M'Bock laughs] Thank you, Griedge.

M'Bock: Thank you.

ALICE SOMBATH POSTGAME INTERVIEW

Journalist: Alice, first start this season, with your first goal. Tell us about your evening.

Sombath: So I'm really happy about how the evening went. So it was my first start [this season] and my first goal for Lyon, so I'm really proud of scoring that goal and the match as well.

Journalist: It's your first goal all competitions included since you're here? With the pro group?

Sombath: Yeah, that's right. I've been at Lyon for what, two, three years now, and it was my first official goal. So I'm really happy to have finally scored my first goal. It took a while but we got there.

Journalist: Congratulations in any case. You were up against a team with a very compact defense, scoring that first goal was a little complicated. How did you solve that against Reims?

Sombath: We knew that Reims had a really low, compact block. So we tried to play as out wide as possible, switch it from left to right. And when there was that little bit of space on the side, we were able to cut inside.

Journalist: One last question. There was another clash, that of the best defense. We gained an advantage. How important is that for the team dynamic?

Sombath: Yeah, of course. It's always a bonus to have the best defense, so we'll going to try and keep that statistic and continue like that.

Journalist: Despite that goal conceded, it must be a little hard to swallow.

Sombath: Yeah, it's a little hard to swallow. But we're still ahead [on goal differential], that's the most important part.

Journalist: In any case, Alice, congratulations and congratulations to Lyon. Defenders score too.

Sombath: For real, the entire defensive line is scoring at the moment. I can finally be a part of that group of players. So, we're really happy.

Journalist: Congratulations, Alice. Thank you.

and Sombath: Thanks.

SONIA BOMPASTOR POSTGAME INTERVIEW

Journalist: Sonia, congratulations first of all on the win. That was really important. Sonia, mission accomplished, you were up against one of the best defenses in the league, they were dangerous on the counter-attacks. What are your takeaways from the game?

Bompastor: Obviously I'm happy about the result. We came here to win the game, which was scheduled before the international break, that's never simple. So then for the context of the game, there were things I liked, other things we still need to improve on. But as always we'll analyze [the game] and take away the important information.

Journalist: Lyon came into halftime with a favorable score line, 3-1. What did you tell your players in the locker room to correct what wasn't working in the first half? There was a lot of talk about playing on the wings.

Bompastor: Yeah, we talked about in the pregame speech. I talked about it again at halftime in terms of how we're moving the ball. It's true that with the block Reims was putting up, the space had to be on the outside, on the wings. So it meant we had to do a little bit better, especially in terms of ball possession, where our players were on the wings, staying outside or cutting inside. We needed to release our players more on the wings, have them push up more so that they could cross better. In the first half, that's when we were the most dangerous, when we were able to create those opportunities and score goals. So we needed to insist more on that in the second half.

Journalist: Very good. A quick question, I think you'll like it. You played as a defender. I imagine that being the best defense in the league, that's an objective, even if Lyon conceded a goal this evening.

Bompastor: Yes, frustrated. Frustrated that we conceded that goal, even if if you look at the game overall, Reims has a few opportunities. Now, we still have the best defense, so that remains a point of satisfaction. So we'll continue like this, we're showing a lot of solidarity defensively, even if we got caught out in transition this evening. But overall a lot of satisfaction, there's a desire from the whole team to defend and protect their goal, and in terms of team spirit, that's really good.

Journalist: Last question, Sonia. There's the international break coming up. A lot of players will be gone. What's up next on the schedule for the players who are staying behind?

Bompastor: Yeah, we have a lot of players who are off to join their respective national teams. We'll have four players who will be staying behind. So there will be a lot of individual work, focus on the quality of work, and prepare the first week, there'll be a bit of recovery, and then prepare for the game against Paris FC which is coming up quite quickly the following week. It'll be a big clash in the league, so we'll do everything to fully prepare for it.

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