#found them kissing in the beds sections this is not what we meant when we said get a room

[huachengslastbraincell]

#this is how all their furniture dates start and end smh #found them kissing in the beds sections this is not what we meant when we said get a room #love to hate them #kavethem #kavetham #haikavetham #haikaveh #genshin kaveh #kaveh #alhaitham #genshin alhaitham #genshin impact #alhaitham x kaveh #kaveh x alhaitham #genshin meme #memes #meme #anime meme #rpg #games #video games

[mrrharper]

Law, Order and Musk

CW: explicit sections + slurs

Logan laid on the bed, Sergeant Cross looking down at him, preventing him from moving.

"You like that, don't you, you bitch" Cross growled, an arogant smirk on his face. "You need a man to show you your place in the hierarchy." He then flexed his arms. "That's the sight of a real man."

Logan swallowed loudly. Cross lowered himself his face just a few inches from Logan's. "You feel it? The masculine musk of a grueling workout. This is how men smell, this is how real men feel." He then grabbed Logan's head and pushed it into his armpit. "Now feel it for yourself, you scum."

Logan took a few deep whiffs and then licked Cross' hairy pits, almost getting high on his smell. Cross held his head for a moment, before loosening his grip and letting Logan return to his previous position.

Cross flexed his arms again. "Look at these guns. This is raw, masculine power that will crush you if you go against it." He then grabbed Logan by his shirt and thrust him upwards, so that his face was now directed at his bulging biceps. Cross looked at Logan, who knew what to do.

He began worshiping these arms, kissing and massaging them. As he did, he felt his cock leaking, straining against the jockstrap he was wearing. Cross also noticed that.

"Duhuhuh, you like a man putting you in your place." he said as he cupped Logan's package in his hand. "You fucking faggot--"

Logan's work phone started ringing. Cross didn't react, still looking menacingly at Logan, who groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, fuck." He looked at the other man leaning over him. "Okay Cross, time out. Gotta take care of this." Sergeant's demeanor suddenly changed. He quickly got off of Logan and stood next to the bed, his arm up in a salute. "Sir, yes sir."

Logan smirked. "Glad we understand each other. Now go and do the laundry while I take care of this" he ordered the other man, who saluted him again and left the bedroom with a "Yes, Chief!"

Logan answered the phone. It was just a boring call from corporate that could have been an e-mail, but wasn't unfortunately.

It's been just under a month since Cross became a fixed part of Logan's apartment and he still couldn't get enough of that man.

Their paths crossed when Logan's close friend complained to him about a cop that stopped her on her way to work even though she was driving under the speed limit, then went on to be an extremely sexist douchebag during the whole encounter.

So he pulled some strings at work and found a way inside their local police department, where he found the man himself - Sergeant Dylan Cross. 6'4, broad shoulders and chest, bulky arms and legs, that man was the poster child for the police force. And the local gym. Everything about him screamed "I have the power." So Logan decided to change that.

At first he only wanted some revenge. Get the cop under his control with some fancy hypnosis, then humiliate him and make him painfully aware of it. Give him a short but painful lesson about abusing his position and disappear.

But he couldn't get enough. There was something about this man that pulled Logan towards him, and he couldn't deny it. So he changed course. Cross was single and lived alone so the first part was easy. Logan had an apartment way too big for one person, thus he didn't have a problem fitting the cop in.

Then came the training. Over the course of a week Logan worked on Cross, making him completely obedient to him. Using the parts of his police training that found their way into his subconscious Logan made sure that Cross saw as his boss - a Chief with all the power.

With that out of the way, Cross became Logan's personal cop, taking care of everything he needed taken care of. That meant house chores, work-related stuff, providing security on business meetings and so on.

It didn't take long until Logan's attraction to Cross became inescapable. It also didn't take a genius to figure out that the macho cop was straight, but Logan was ready for a challenge. It took him surprisingly little effort to turn the officer from a heterosexual player into a bisexual who exclusively slept with men. And one man in particular.

Depending on Logan's mood Cross was his caring lover or aggressive dom. Logan found himself enjoying Cross's arrogant demeanor and so he made sure that the cop's original personality was always somewhere under the layers of conditioning, ready to be unleashed whenever Logan was horny enough.

Logan was still on the phone when he saw Cross standing in the entrance to the bedroom, hands behind his back, looking straight ahead. He looked at the cop and, knowing that it would take him a while to take care of this call, he made a motion with his hand as if he was lifting a dumbbell. Cross quickly understood, saluted Logan and walked over to his gym that Logan made him organize on the other side of the apartment.

Another 20 minutes later, and Logan was finally free. A few moments after he finished the call Cross came back, his body covered in sweat and his tank top wet and damp. "Sir, reporting after a 20 minute upper body session."

"Good job, officer" Logan answered, already feeling the smell of sweat fill his nostrils "We can now continue where we left off." Cross saluted again, before his expression changed to that of pure anger. He immediately moved over to where Logan was standing, then grabbed and pushed him onto the bed.

Logan watched as Cross took off his tank top, which he then threw on the bed next to him. The cop then walked up tot he bed, standing over Logan and looking at him with disgust. He dragged his hand over his sweaty stomach and let the sweat dropping from it cover Logan's face. "You fucking faggot. Can't get enough of me."

Logan's dick got hard immediately. He licked some of the sweat from his face as Cross leaned over him, putting his arm next to Logan's head. The cop took the tank laying on the bed and put it up to the smaller man's nose.

"Feel it bitch? That's the smell of a real man."

#personality change #cops #cops mind control #cops reprogramming #musk #hypnosis

[witchersmistress]

Stolen by the monster part 4

hello my darling creatures!!! i have brought part 4 to you, it is under construction much like my rainstorm and hate sex series so if it is mismatching, im on my way to mend it. but in the mean time enjoy this portion.

Warning: my usual for this style!

word count: 2K

as a reminder, i do not give permission to use my stories or work without asking. if you do ill haunt you for the rest of your days...

Walking back to my office, it wasn't my intention to go that far with you but I was on a timeline, one that I wasn't eager to miss. My plans to ruin Ethan Hunt  were still the same but you being pregnant would just be icing on the cake. Imagine the look on his face when he learns that the daughter, he never met, was defined by the very monster he was meant to stop and you, being the sweet loving girl you are, would never get rid of that baby no matter what anyone told you. 

My balls ached with the thought of you swollen with my child. There was a small voice in the back of my head that was telling me that it was wrong to use you this way but I didn't care about that when you said that I could use you anyway to get back at your father. I lost control which is something I normally don't do.  Placing the sedative back into the safe I made my way to my bedroom, nothing out of its place, I walked into my ensuite bathroom, turning the shower on as the steam filled the room. I  went about my nightly routine, as I crawled into bed with my little black book. Trying to read and i couldnt focus on anything, my thoughts drifted back to you, knocked out in your bed, your thighs slick with my cum, fuck, your moans bouncing around in my head. My cock was at half mast and I could barely stand it. With a frustrated sigh I closed the book. Giving up on trying. Yanking the blankets off my legs, I swung them and stood.

Moving through the hallowed hall towards your room. Pushing the door open, I found you in the center of the bed. That cat of yours on a pillow, its yellow eyes glaring at me, that stupid creature. I moved closer to your dresser, opening drawers to find some kind of sleepwear for you. I'd be far too tempted if I left you naked. I may be a monster but that's a line I will not cross. Finding a plain spaghetti strapped black nightgown, I pulled it over your head, pulled each arm into each strap and pulled it down your lush body, stopping at your hips. I saw the dry cum on your thighs, walking to your ensuite bathroom. I grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the warm water, adding a small amount of soap. 

Walking back to your bed, I spread your thighs and cleaned up the mess I had left. I never regretted my actions of taking you from your home, and keeping you captive, even trying to force you to carry my child. I regret that I lost control.  wiping the soft flesh of your lush thighs, you let out a soft moan. 

Drying your thighs and grabbing you a pair of underwear and shimmied them up your hips, giving your ass a gentle squeeze, as i went to pull the night gown down i say the tell tale signs of bruises forming, fuck you bruise easily. You could see the outline of my hands forming on your hips.  Pulling the duvet backup and 

 laying on the other side of you and pulling you closer to me. Pressing your back to my front, your warmth spreading across me, I feathered kisses across your shoulder blades as you snuggled close. “Your going to be the death of me little one” i made eye contact with that cat on your pillow, it was purring and was watching me. That damn creature. Ignoring it as we settled in. Tucking a long strand of your hair behind your ear, you rolled over and pressed your face into my chest and gave me a few kisses before settling back into a deep sleep. Suppressing a groan deep in my chest, laying on my back and pulling you with me. Goddamn you really will be my downfall.

Your POV

I felt unusually warm, and a heavy weight on my mid section. Cracking open an eye, I looked up to see Jess looking at me, “Hi sweet baby” reaching out a hand to pet her. She rolled over and showed me her belly. Someone shifted behind me, I rolled over carefully to come face to face with August. I jumped back a little. What in the actual fuck was that man doing in my bed. He still had an arm wrapped around me. I lazily drew a finger across his exposed pecks, tracing the scars he had, this particular one,  I think was from the fuel burn from my father, in his attempt to stop August.  he was built like that dude from the witcher. A grumble vibrated deep in his chest, “What are you looking at, little one?” while i fumbled with my words, he quickly shifted, and pulled me underneath him as he settled between my thighs. “Curiosity killed the cat you know.” he stated as he nipped at the soft flesh of my tender breasts. I gave him a small smile and tried to wiggle my way out from underneath him. 

      Hissing as he settled more of his weight on my lower half. My abdomen coils and throbs from the pain settling and his weight on me. Showing the displeasure and discomfort in my face, August cocked an eyebrow as he moved off me. I slid off the bed and tried to make my way to the ensuite bathroom. “Sweet girl what's wrong” his big hand encircled my wrist stopping me from going “August, i don't feel well” he looked me up and down before settling on my legs and his eyes grew wide. I looked down and saw the blood running down my leg. “Verdammt” I hissed, my body sometimes can just be a wicked bitch. He was up and out of bed before I could speak, he grabbed a dark towel from the bathroom and folded it before placing it back on the bed. “Sit” he said, it wasn't a suggestion. 

Still at the door, he says, “A bath is waiting for you. Take your clothes off and I’ll be in shortly.” When he closes the door, I do as I’m told, skating my fingers along the wood as I make my way into the bathroom. In the center is a free-standing bath with shiny claw feet. Breathing in deep, I strip and step into the warm pool of water as steam drifts from the rippling surface and hangs in the surrounding air. Sinking down into its depths, the water rising to just over my breasts, I lean my head back on the lip and close my eyes. The warmth and buoyancy lessen the pain in my abdomen. I hum my enjoyment. Hazing through my mind are sparring emotions, wanting to both be in awe and love but also curl up in silence until I don’t feel so raw about everything that has transpired. “You’re a survivor,” I mutter to myself. It is not long before I hear the wooden door rattle on the hinges as it opens, and footsteps move in that graceful, measured way that only August Walker can pull off with a six-foot-one physique. “You do not have to do this,” I say, opening my eyes and sitting up to find him pulling a chair over to the bathtub. He is still in his dark pj bottoms, still shirtless revealing cords of veins, curves of muscles.

“I know, sweet girl.” He picks up a loofa and lathers it with soap scented like coconut before brushing it gently down my shoulders and chest. I shake my head in amusement, I can't quite figure this man out.. As he washes me, I can’t stop noticing how I used him as a scratching post and how he has more evidence of our steamy night than even me. I reach out and grab his forearm, inspecting the gashes that would have wept with blood. He holds still, letting me look. “You look like a feral cat attacked you.” “A sweet little wolf, actually,” he says, his voice deeper, more gravely, while afflicted with fatigue. I presume he hadn't slept long before i woke him

 It’s an incredibly sexy sound; sleepy August Walker. Gruff. Husky. Yummy. “A stray wolf,” I mutter, releasing his forearm. His hand dips, breaching the warm surface, sinking to cup my abdomen.

 Even as tiredness moves in waves through his irises, they are no less controlled, no less attentive. “Is that self-deprecating behavior going to return?” he says. “I thought we were making progress. Do you need a repeat of what happened a few days past” His hoarse tone, wrapped in sleepy huskiness, reaches deep inside me. I still think about the sting as he spanked me.I shook my body, sending waves of sensation to my already beating clit. Then I remember the way I felt in the wake of that moment. The subtle burn. A feeling of safety. Accountability. The way I trusted him that little bit more... “Do you think I need it, Sir?” He strokes my empty abdomen as though his tenderness can fix the hollowing of my womb. “Perhaps. Are you cramping?” “It feels better in the water.” He lowers his hands and massages my thighs, deep tissue pressure that loosens and comforts. He’s strong, dominant in the way he touches me, but in no way rough or overstimulating. My eyes bat close, and I melt beneath the meticulous hands of the most intense, dangerous, and beautiful man I have ever met. 

While his hands slowly work around my entire body, he talks to me. “When I say you belong to me and that I will take care of you, this is what I mean. You are not a stray. You are owned. I warned you once to tell me to stop. I warned you what it meant to belong to me... True, I didn’t plan on keeping you then. I do now. There will be times when you hate me. For what I have to do. I am sure of it. That will change nothing between us. I want you to know that if you try to leave, I will hunt you down. I want you to find comfort in the fact that you have no choice. You are mine. Because ever since I laid eyes on you, sweet girl, that is the only place they have wanted to be.”

I look at him. Moaning as he palms my breasts gently, I feel my nipples pebbling against his palm. “You will hunt me down, Sir? Why would I want to leave?” 

“I am a sinful man.” 

“A dangerous man,”

 I agree, pridefully, without a hint of care for the rest of the world. I swallow hard. “I wish I was a dangerous person.” A grin coasts across his lips. “My affections for you make you the most dangerous girl in the country,” he states seriously, and I exhale, a flitter of contentment moving into my chest, finding comfort in his darkness. It is potent, that flitter, spreading out like stems, curling into each cell. I remember my mother talking about reincarnation. About how we turn into a vibrant, uninhibited butterfly after this harsh existence as a weak, humble caterpillar.  But I don’t want to wait until I am dead to experience my own reincarnation. I want it right now. In a cocoon of August Walker. I hope that in my second life, I am a monarch butterfly. 

They are graceful. 

Beautiful. 

And poisonous.

#henry cavill #august walker imagines #august walker #august walker fanfic #august walker fanfiction #henry cavill characters #henry cavill x you #henrycavill smut #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill thirst

[yeahiamjustalittleguy]

Hello! i dont know if you got the first request i tried to send because our internet had a problem, but may I request a mumbo jumbo x gn phantom hybrid reader? the reader likes to watch him do redstone while perched on his shoulder like a bird and reminds him that he needs sleep. but since the reader is a phantom and cant go outside during daytime, mumbo likes to stay up as like as he can to stay with them until he passes out

This was fun to work on, though I made it take a bit of a twist with a humorous ending- please forgive me. ALSO NOT PROOFREAD I AM TRIED..

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Late night working

Description: You really want to make your and Mumbos relationship work, but sometimes you worry your lifestyles are too different. Luckily he has a solution.

Warnings: it's... complicated

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You heard the screams of your brethren call out to you, the cold night sky reminding you that it was safe to be outside. Most of the evening, after the sun had set, had been spent by you perched quietly on your lovers shoulder, as he worked on a new redstone project. But now the evening was turning to night, meaning that other Phantoms would also start to come out of hiding, ready to strike for food as the predators they were. The truth is, being a Phantom hybrid was a curse, one that you had been unknowingly handed. An undescriminative curse, that just befell one for being born. There were many things that you couldn’t do, simply because of your being, your condition of life. Some hermits you’d basically only spoken to once, because they prefered to sleep early and wake up early. Some hermits you saw so rarely, it was like you never saw them anyways. And you couldn’t ask them to accommodate you, that would be absurd. But there were those, like Mumbo, who tried their best to keep you included. 

Mumbo had a bad habit of accidentally staying up. It was a side effect of the kind of work he found most charitable, redstone. It’s not like building, or architectural design. You can’t see it in your head, the way you can with those things, and because any number of things can go wrong if you’re not sure what you’re doing, it’s best to keep it moving when you’re in the middle of it, so you don’t have to start again when you leave it. This meant that if he was in the middle of something, and day was turning to night, he simply had to keep working for a bit till he was finished with the current part of his redstone build. That’s originally what allowed you to become so close in the first place, anyways. He had seen how much lonelier of an existence you carried than he did, and he took pity on you. He found excuses to stay out even longer, and suddenly he was almost as nocturnal as you. 

But you both knew this wasn’t good for him. He was still human, in the end. A different sleep cycle was more optimal for him. So you began reminding him, when your brethren came out, that he too needed sleep. The other Phantoms were starting to be drawn to him, and it was just part of your physiology that you could feel how exhausted he was. Normally, this helped you search for prey, but now it worried you to no end. “Mumbo, they’re telling you to go to sleep, love.” You informed the man, getting off his shoulder and standing in front of him. You grabbed his hands, bringing them up to hold them to your chest and craning your neck down to kiss his knuckles. It was never easy to make him leave you, flatter was by far the best method you had found, though. 

“But I’m not finished, not yet.” He said, freeing his hand from your hold to place a soft hand on your cheek, stroking it gently. Then he let go, moving around you like he was going to continue what he was doing. But you didn’t let him pass, latching yourself onto his back. He let out a sigh, as he was stopped in his tracks. “We both know you’ve really been finished with this section for half an hour. It’s time to go to bed, Mumbo.” You said sternly, your voice slightly muffled by your face being pressed into his back. There was really no reason for him to lie, when you both knew the truth, so instead he turned around, embracing you from the front. “We have such limited time together. It’s not fair.” He said, kissing your shoulder. 

You couldn’t deny that he was right. But the world was cruel, and you both had to deal with it. And he could choose to fight it and be pessimistic, or he could look at it positively like you did. “I know, Mumbo. We can’t change that, but what we can do is cherish the little time we do have together.” You tried to explain it to him, but by the look in his eyes it still wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to just be happy spending 4 hours together a day. He wanted to spend all his time with you, so he could never be satisfied with your point of view. His eyes flew open further, like he had an idea. “Maybe you could come with me, we could share my bed.” He suggested, and you couldn’t help but blush at the thought of sharing a bed with him. Yes, you and Mumbo had been together for a long time now, but you’d just never thought about it. Honestly, it just seemed like an impossibility to share a bed with the man you loved. “I didn’t wake up too long ago.” You sadly informed him, and his head fell slightly, his face having the expression of a kicked puppy. There was always a need to explain to him your differences, that he never seemed to truly understand. Actually, it was more like he didn’t want to think about how different your lives were cursed to be. “I can’t just lay in bed with you all night, the work you do in the day I usually do while you’re in bed. I don’t have just endless hours of nothing, you know.” You tried, and he seemed to understand, to some extent. 

He grabbed your hand, leading you to follow him and you did without question. You followed him into his home. You couldn’t help but be hesitant, as he led you to his bed and started getting ready to sleep. But then he started to explain. “Come sleep with me for the next few nights. I’ll explain it to you when I can, but please just take my word for it and try.” It wasn’t even really an explanation, just a pleading prayer for you to trust him. And so you did. You would trust Mumbo till the end of your days, so sleeping for a few nights certainly wasn’t a challenge. That night you somehow managed to sleep, curled up along with Mumbo. It was some of the best sleep you’d ever had. But then when you woke up to Mumbo, and he left, leaving you alone in a room with a covered up window, you really had no idea what to spend the rest of the day on. 

You cleaned a bit, you read a few books, but soon enough you found yourself just sitting, waiting for Mumbo to return. If his plan was to let you live like this for a few days, make you like it, then he was failing terribly. Then when he returned, he counted it down for you. Two more days. This made it clear there was some end goal in mind for this lunacy, which made you much more willing to wait out boring days spent inside. Then, on the final day, as you woke up that morning with Mumbo by your side. You couldn’t help but feel slightly sad that this bliss would end. Sure, you couldn’t live like this, huddled up all day just wasn’t your style, but you would miss getting to spend every night impossibly close to Mumbo, tangled up in his arms. He seemed impossibly giddy that morning, as you ate breakfast. He was just pacing, spending time with you inside the house. 

And when Scar burst through the door to Mumbos makeshift house, holding a shulker box, you knew what he had been waiting for was this very moment. “You’re both right here? Amazing. Have I got something for you guys!” You loved the way Scar said that word, it was so iconic to him. But what he said made butterflies flutter around in your stomach, your mind anxious for what he and Mumbo had been planning the past few days. Yet, you urged him to show you what he had. He put down the Shulker box, and rummaged around in it for a second, before pulling out a long black cape with a hood on it. You raised a brow. 

“I appreciate the effort, really, but fabric is too thin. The sun's rays shine through it. I would be crisp if I went outside.” But Scar smiled, smugly, like he was about to unveil and explain his greatest masterpiece. Mumbo took your hand in his, comforting you and leaving you less anxious, and ready to hear what Scar had to say. “Well, as you can see-” He brought the cape over to you, letting you and Mumbo feel it. Sure, it felt like fabric, but it was heavy and it almost seemed like it had something between two layers of fabric. But you couldn’t really understand it. Scar continued. “This isn’t just normal fabric. It’s been tested.” He informed you, and once again you raised a questioning brow at him. Sure, Scar would never deliberately let anything happen to you, but how could it possibly have been tested? 

Mumbo noticed your still skeptical look, and pleaded with you. “Come on! Just give it a go! I promise it will work.” He tried, and you looked up at him. If anything, you would just respawn in your bed after immense pain that would traumatize you. It really wasn’t that bad to give it a try. So you took it from Scars hands, pulling it on and opening the door. Both men watched with bated breath, seemingly nervous despite having insisted that it would work. 

Then, you stuck your elbow into the sunlight and waited for the pain. It never came. You opened the eyes you had shut in preparation for the burn and looked at your elbow. Sure enough, sunlight was painting lines all along your elbow, covered in the strange cape, but nothing went through. You looked over to Mumbo and Scar in shock. “How does this work?” You asked while throwing yourself at Mumbo to hug him out of joy, surprised and desperate to understand it. But then He looked at you worryingly, and then looked to Scar for help who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Gotta go! Have fun!” He then said, and before either of you could stop him he was out the door. 

“Mumbo, what is it made of?” You repeated, and he looked nervous, a small amount of sweat seemingly gathering at his temple. He tried to make you ignore it, by changing the subject. “Doesn’t matter! We’re going to be able to walk outside in the sunlight, love! Isn’t that wonderful?” It didn’t make you any less suspicious and skeptic, so he tried the only other strategy he knew: he started kissing you. And sure enough, it was distracting and the more he kissed you the more you forgot the question in the back of your mind. When you pulled apart, you smiled up at him, but his face was pale. It was like he couldn’t hold it in anymore, something eating away at him that he had to tell you.

“There’s skin inside it. It’s made of skin.”

#Mumbo Jumbo x reader #mumbo x reader #hermitcraft x y/n #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x you #Mumbo Jumbo x you #Mumbo Jumbo x y/n

[lazysublimeengineer]

what would you do if we never made a sound? - Chapter 1

Summary: Hiori wants to know more about Isagi’s metavision. Isagi teaches him in more ways than one.

Characters: Isagi Yoichi & Hiori Yo

(A/N: Inspired by the vault track of I Can See You from the Speak Now TV of Taylor Swift. Beware of tags and rating of this fic. I won’t be tolerating any complaints in the comments section if I had given sufficient warnings ahead of time. Read at your own risk. I don’t own anything from this franchise. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this alluring song).

You brush past me in the hallway

And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya?

I've been watchin' you for ages

And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it

The raucous cheers and laughter rang out at the other side of the field in the middle of the glaring heat from the sun.

It was summer in June when they held a soccer match at their school field in Kyoto.

The seats were filled with students and parents of the players around that time.

Although he could surmise that the only reason why his parents were there was to act as a surveillance camera on his skills and his performance at the match.

They neither cared about anything else if he performed well in front of the audience and in those matches.

He stared dully at the cheering crowd while sitting on the bench after the match was over with the towel slung on his back.

“Hiori! Ya gonna go home after this?” The familiar voice of Karasu cut through his wandering thoughts and faced him fully.

“Yep. My parents would hold a celebratory dinner later and they want me ta go home early.” Hiori answered.

“Oh right. Yer parents were expecting ya after this match. See ya at the school tomorrow I guess.” Karasu bid him a casual goodbye.

“Yeah. See ya tomorrow.” Hiori waved back idly and watched him go in silence until he was out of his sight.

It was a summer that was supposed to be filled with the normal pages of his youth around his friends.

But instead, it’s torn pages of the predicted future from his adulthood that he didn’t even hold in his grasp.

It’s held by his parents in a vice grip around his neck and never had the soccer ball looked like an anvil on his back, keeping him drowned on the ocean bed of misery and regret.

“Damn. Isagi getting fired up suddenly out there.” Igaguri’s voice jolted him out of his reveries and brought him back to the present.

Hiori wiped down the sweat from his forehead as he sat down on the available benches inside their locker room, heaving a deep breath.

It was an exhausting match but he could still feel the adrenaline rush inside of him and the way his heart pounded wildly inside his chest.

There was nothing going on inside his brain except for the usual static akin to an offline device when not in use.

“It’s Isagi. It’s not him if he’s not like that on ta field.” Hiori muttered absently before he took the bottle of water beside him and twisted off the cap from the lid and drank it heartily, his gaze following Isagi’s movements at the other side of the field.

Their eyes met.

Midnight blue eyes clashing against his aquamarine irises.

If he wasn’t used to it, Hiori would’ve spat out his drink and coughed repeatedly because of that sudden, intense gaze directed by the young striker to himself.

But Hiori knew what it was for.

He had seen those gaze several times that he had lost count.

No words were needed to be spoken out loud between the two of them since he knew what it was meant for.

It’s going to be a long night for them.

But what would you do if I went to touch you now?

What would you do if they never found us out?

What would you do if we never made a sound?

The loud sloshing sounds of water from the showerhead drowned out any vulgar noises that the two males made in one of the stalls which were covered heavily by a shower curtain.

Hiori was pinned against the wall as Isagi’s hungry mouth was kissing and nipping around the sensitive skin around his neck voraciously as he pounded him with vigor against the walls.

“Ngh… Ah…! ‘Sagi… slowdown will ya…!” Hiori moaned out lecherously as his body trembled like a leaf against him.

“Can’t… Even if I want to… Fuck! Hiori! Still goddamn tight no matter how many times we did this already!” Isagi growled lightly against his skin as one of his hands made its way towards his neglected cock and stroke it furiously, the pleasure and ecstasy doubled tenfold against Hiori’s body who could do nothing but to mewl and drool like a bitch in heat.

“Ah Isagi! Ya hafta to control your mouth against my neck…! Ngh… Don’t leave any marks please!” Hiori moaned out as his body quivered helplessly against him. With every hard thrust and voracious plow of his cock inside his velvety walls, it only brought Hiori closer to the edge and on the brink of satisfaction.

“I’m not going to… I just like tasting it…” Isagi mumbled hotly against his skin as his sinful mouth continued traipsing tempestuously on the sensitive portions of his neck while his hips snapped forward against him that had him arching against the other at the voracious impact of his cock hitting into the deepest part of him.

“Ah… F-fuck…! Isagi…” Hiori couldn’t help the curse falling from his lips as his mind and body went into an overdrive, reducing him into a messy, helpless kitten against him as Isagi continued to rail him wildly against the tiles of the bathroom, drooling and moaning wantonly.

One of Isagi’s hands snatched on his scalp and pulled his face closer to his and captured his lips in a wild and dirty kiss, swallowing every moan and mewl that left Hiori’s lips.

“Better keep quiet, won’t you? Someone might walk in and hear us.” He mumbled hotly against his lips to which Hiori could only moan out in response inside his mouth.

Hiori gripped his back firmly and wrapped his legs tightly around his hips for support and leverage as Isagi continued to fuck him into oblivion, panting and moaning against his mouth as he let the other’s tongue plundered the insides of his mouth and licked at the crevices beneath it.

With a few more thrusts and furious strokes on his aching cock, Hiori’s body trembled like a leaf against his arms and reached his peak, coating his hand and their chests with the hot splashes of his cum. He pulled away to let out a weak moan and light gasp as Isagi continued to chase his own release and railed him mercilessly.

“Damn it… Fuck…” Colorful words and expletives fell from Isagi’s lips as his body reached his limit and climax, painting his insides white with his cum and filled him up to his brim instantaneously.

“Shit… Yer much intense today… Too pent up after our match with ta Ubers…?” Hiori asked hoarsely as he still clung to him weakly, his legs were shaking from overexertion and overwhelming sensation of their carnal embrace earlier.

Isagi only grunted in response. He carefully lifted him up and helped him pull away from him, the cum flowing down between his legs.

Hiori winced slightly at the sight and the soreness that he felt around his hips and legs once he managed to stand alone on the ground.

“Fuck…” He breathed out. “Good thing we’re here so it’s less hassle to clean up…” He added with a shaky smile on his lips before he grabbed the bar of soap and started to rub it on his body.

“I can help you…” Isagi trailed off.

“Hm?” Hiori looked at him questioningly.

“I can help to clean you up… if you’re okay with that?” Isagi clarified, looking up at him hesitantly.

His eyes were no longer intense and a deep shade of blue. But instead, he was now looking at him with the usual expression of that familiar earnestness and sincere curiosity under those periwinkle orbs that it’s hard to imagine that he can be wild and reckless under the sheets.

It made Hiori chuckled softly under his breath. “Yer weird sometimes… We already did more than kissing and ya seen me naked countless times so I think it’s too late for ta shy guy act.” Hiori replied teasingly as he handed him the soap.

A small pout made its way towards Isagi’s lips as he took the soap from his hand and started running it around his shoulders.

“Shut up… It’s only right to ask you first before anything else…” He grumbled under his breath as he could feel the tips of his ears tinting a pinkish set of hues.

Silence enveloped them for a moment.

Hiori was content to hear the soft splash of water running down their bodies until a trite smile inched across his lips.

They can listen to the sounds of their bodies’ needs.

But the invisible thread of agony loomed around them and they didn’t make a sound about it.

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

And what would you do, baby, if you only knew?

That I can see you

His back oddly felt cool against the wall when he decided to rest on the ground after they were done practicing on the field.

Hiori’s eyes glanced dimly on the remaining players on the field who’re mainly stretching out and cooling down.

Most of their German team members already dispersed and the remaining members were mostly from Blue Lock. He could see Yukimiya already leaving the field with a towel slung casually around his shoulders. He could see Raichi’s usual scowl a mile away and bickering with Igaguri which was the usual familiar sight around their team. Then his eyes strayed past him…

…on a further distance…

Isagi was holding the soccer ball and staring at the net with an indecipherable look on his face.

There was an expression on his face that was shrouded by the shadows to which Hiori can’t get a read of.

Hiori had always remembered Isagi as a determined yet polite and friendly person in general upon first meeting him alongside with Nanase.

A curious and eager lad if he surmised especially in the field of soccer. His passion for the sport itself was evident on his gaze every time the topic of it came into their light discussion, spouting some soccer trivia and possible strategies and commentaries on a match that’re they watching with online.

Nevertheless…

…his gaze was unfathomable.

His countenance was akin to a vast ocean in the middle of nowhere: bottomless and surrounded by a brilliant darkness.

It was a time like this that Hiori’s thoughts would circle and wonder what would be hiding beneath those penetrating gaze of his.

Was he seeing what was in front of him or just staring straight ahead?

Hiori wondered how that would feel like…being subjected to that impenetrable gaze of his…

…. or even feeling Isagi’s passion for the sport itself.

Because when Hiori thought about it all he can see was a ball meant to be scored a goal inside the net just for the sake of the others…just for the sake of his parents…

The familiar dull feeling crawled inside of him afterwards.

It’s akin to a level inside of a game that he was not fond of playing into but continuously played around just for the sake of going to another higher plane of living.

He vaguely remembered the time on Isagi asking him his insight about some predicament involving soccer that he couldn’t seem to get past of.

It was evident on how his brows would knit in deep thought and analyzation, his lips morphed into a thin line and his ocean blue eyes staring intently at something as if it would hold the answers to his own quandary.

He couldn’t forget that certain look on Isagi’s face when he suggested on trying at another strategy and looking at the problem on another angle because it’s the same with playing at a game in a console or mobile and you’re trying to get past that level to rose higher at another level.

Those expressive, deep blue orbs blinking owlishly at him before a realization dawned on his face and he smiled up at him triumphantly.

He didn’t know why but that expression all alone directed to him as if he held all the answers to the universe lit something within him, dousing his entire being with a furnace that sparked a light inside his heart and made the gears in his head turned up like a cogwheel.

He was used to the daily events coursing through his life that nothing ever fazes him.

The calmness in his entire being was present because the events that he was seeing was like a game playing with routes in them depending on what your decision maybe.

It could be good and it could be bad. And if you’ve had enough common sense, you’ll chose a path where it’s less obstructive and problematic for you.

Hiori chose a path where he could be a glue to his parents.

Hiori chose a path that’s risk free and less problematic for him.

Nevertheless…

…. he chose a path where he became a stagnant ivy creeping pathetically on the greying walls and watch life passed him by as he was stuck on the level of the game that he despised of.

So, seeing Isagi looking at him like that stirred something within him.

An unknown emotion that he couldn’t identify nor parsed of.

Isagi was the opposite of him.

Despite his jovial and easygoing nature with everyone, he was brimming with life on the field.

He was fierce, reckless, unrelenting, cunning, and fiery on the field as evident on how he had managed to go toe on toe with Sae and Rin on the field back then and even managed to steal the ball from Rin and scored that goal which determined their fate and sealed their victory previously on the U-20 match.

He was intense and tenacious when it came to soccer that everything on his sight pales in comparison except for getting that ball inside that net to get that taste of victory and witnessed the soul crushing defeat of the enemy.

Isagi was like that.

An embodiment of the Blue Lock program itself and it’s ideals.

It’s no wonder that out of all the players in the program, he was the rising star and ace itself.

He was the ball of fire blazing ferociously on the path he traipsed on and he understood on why there were several people in the program and in their team were drawn to him like a moth to a flame because he was shining brighter than everyone else.

And Hiori was no exception to it at all.

That was why he was now involved with him in this weird situationship that he couldn’t even put a name on.

Were they lovers?

Certainly not.

Were they best friends?

He’d beg to differ because the cheerful yet talented guy with yellow highlights on his hair at the Barcha team seemed to fill that role for Isagi as evident on how they were close to each other.

Were they friends…?

…or should he put them into the category of acquaintances?

But acquaintances don’t have conversations where time seemed to elapse and hadn’t notice of.

They don’t get entangled into a night of searing passion and dark pleasure after a grueling day at a practice or at a match.

…

If he was going to categorized it, they were simply just friends…

…with benefits.

Or in simplest terms, fuck buddies.

They had neither talked explicitly about it.

It just happened one day.

Maybe it was inevitable.

When you’re around Isagi it was bound to happen one way or another.

The monochrome world of Hiori inside the soccer field burst into a multitude of colors ever since he witnessed the blazing passion and amazing technique of Isagi on the field one fateful day.

He couldn’t erase the sight of that manic grin and that glittering gaze he held on to that field, eyeing everyone on the match as if they were NPCs that he needed to simply passed by in order to score the goal himself.

Hiori’s mind started to drift off once again, dwelling on a certain event in the past which had led them to what they were now.

“Isagi, I want ya to teach me that.” He said to him in the middle of their practice one night on one on one.

Isagi held the ball under his heel with ease, looking at him in vague interest and curiosity.

“That thing you do on ta field… like when ya we’re in a zone or something… the way ya were able to predict everyone’s moves quickly and make a decision in a split second without any hesitations… I’d want that as well.” Hiori looked at him earnestly.

Isagi grew quiet for a moment, parsing his words inside his head until a flicker of realization sparkled around his eyes.

“Ah, you mean the metavision?”

“Metavision…? Is that what you called it?” Hiori asked curiously.

Isagi nodded. “It’s sort of an evolved vision of a player who got a high understanding of the field and what the intention of the players are. I can’t explain it to you in a simpler way but I guess it comes out when you’re in an intense situation inside a match.”

Hiori blinked a few times before he nodded in understanding. “So, it’s like a player unlocking a new skill of some sort which puts them at an advantage over everyone else while in the middle of a game.”

“Sort of. You’d much gain an understanding of it when I demonstrate it to you so c’mon Hiori steal the ball from me if you can.” It was a benign request but Hiori knew the challenging undertone beneath his casual voice and lax expression on his face.

And Hiori couldn’t help but to rise onto that challenge.

Isagi had possessed a deceptively copacetic demeanor which made his opponents underestimate him until it was too late.

It gnawed his insides in intrigue and excitement at the same time. The gamer spirit within him rose in curiosity to explore more of it.

The time passed out in a blur.

That’s what happens when one was enjoying with what they’re doing with someone else.

In Hiori’s case, he had never felt revitalized and energized enough in a soccer match until now.

He found himself going toe on toe with Isagi.

He knew that feral grin of his.

He came out to play and spare no mercy even if you’re a comrade of his.

His egotistical self was shining through on the field.

And he couldn’t help the delicious shiver ran down through his spine despite witnessing it a couple of times in the past.

But this is different.

Because Isagi’s dark, mesmerizing gaze and attention was focused solely on him.

A predator stalking its prey on the field.

But Hiori would be damn to be captured if he didn’t give some well needed fight against him.

Nevertheless, Hiori lost momentum and came crashing down on the ground with Isagi, his lips accidentally slotting against the others and feeling the warm and soft sensation of his mouth against his own. Their legs tangled together, hot breaths brushing along each other’s before Hiori seemed to gain his common sense and felt the mortification burned on his cheeks.

He quickly pulled his face away from his. “Ah, sorry Isagi! I didn’t mean to…! It was an accident and I—.”

His words died on his throat at Isagi’s next actions.

“Hiori feel free to punch if me if this is out of line for you.” Isagi whispered breathlessly against his ear before he removed any gap between the two of them and claimed his lips in a sudden kiss which earned a surprise moan from Hiori’s mouth at his unexpected actions and the immediate electrifying sensation that coursed through his veins at the instantaneous yet tantalizing embrace alone.

Hiori froze for a moment, the overwhelming sensation of Isagi’s lips moving sensually against his own bombarded his entire being. His mind grinded into a screeching halt. His nerves were skyrocketing inside his pulse.

And his heart thundering wildly inside his chest that he swore he could be deafened by it because of how loud it was.

Nevertheless, as each moment passed them by, Hiori found himself growing weaker against Isagi’s deep embrace. His defenses slowly crumbling down and his mouth started to reciprocate the other’s movements.

He was now returning his kiss deeply and his arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Isagi’s neck for support as the proximity of their bodies made him dizzy from the onslaught of pleasure alone.

Soon, Isagi grew bolder and rolled them away from the grass to switch their places: with Hiori now pinned beneath him, his hands were now on his waist while his lips continued to kiss him deeply and his tongue battling fiercely against Hiori’s.

Hiori’s mind and body were clouded in pleasure and want, reacting instinctively against Isagi’s ministrations and let his tongue tangled along with his in a sensual dance for domination, getting lost in the intoxicating embrace of his. He was slowly getting swept away from the whirlwind of passion flying around them when one of Isagi’s legs brushed along his thighs teasingly which made him moan against his mouth as the bolts of electricity shot right through his veins.

Isagi took the opportunity immediately and let his tongue plundered eagerly at the entrance of his mouth, licking and exploring the crevices beneath the sensitive seams of his mouth.

“Ah, Isagi…” He whined softly against his mouth, trembling like a leaf against his arms.

It was then that Isagi decided to pull away and looked at him intently, his eyes were a deep shade of indigo as the want and need swirled along his pupils.

Hiori could only stare back at him with half lidded eyes and breathed raggedly beneath him, his cheeks were flushed and a slight drool was starting to slip down on the underside of his lips.

“I did cause a slight predicament for you, haven’t I? Would you let me do the honors in taking care of it?” Isagi asked throatily as his gaze went down on the tent in his soccer shorts which made Hiori’s face burned out in mortification upon the realization of where Isagi’s eyes were staring at.

“I-I… There is no need—.” He stuttered out, his words stumbling out of his mouth before he was cut off midsentence with a husky laughter leaving Isagi’s lips.

“No need to be pressured. I’m just suggesting. We can stop here if you want. Although your body begs to differ.” Isagi stood up and offered his hand to him.

Hiori swallowed thickly before accepting his hand and helped him in standing up. He was unable to look at him in the eyes. The heat still flooded on his cheeks. Isagi offered. He refused.

It’s just simple right?

But Hiori knew that his body was not a liar unlike his mouth.

And it was screaming for Isagi’s touch and kiss which made him breathless and left a trail of fiery need on every fiber of his being.

The moment Hiori tugged on Isagi’s sleeve to get his attention while they went back to their rooms was the moment Hiori knew it was his imminent downfall to the treacherous yet sinful slope towards Isagi’s arms.

“I don’t mind if ya take care of it…” Hiori said in a hushed voice, his cheeks were coated in rosy hues as he said this.

Isagi paused and finally looked at him in silence, his gaze boring right into the depths of him which made his heart jumped out of his throat.

A small yet captivating smile broke out of Isagi’s lips and Hiori was a goner once his eyes settled on that mesmerizing sight alone.

“Glad to hear it… I knew you wouldn’t if it’s me anyway…” He whispered huskily before he took his hand and pulled him into their room which were still empty as it is the time of their scheduled dinner and everyone was in the cafeteria and were busy eating amongst themselves.

Soon the room was filled with their muffled moans and low groans, the cacophony of their restrained sinful voices silently rang out against the four walls of the room as he let him claim his body that night and let their union became one.

“Hey, hey. You, okay? I’m trying to call you earlier to eat at the cafeteria after this. You seem to be spacing out.” Kurona’s concerned voice washed over his senses and brought him back to the present.

Hiori blinked a few times at him before he smiled apologetically at him.

“Ah, sorry about that… Guess the exhaustion from today’s practice caught up with me. Meet ya at the cafeteria later?”

“Sure, sure. Isagi and I will be waiting at our usual spot. Be quick though. Seats are being occupied at a faster rate at this kind of time around.” Kurona replied before he bid him a quick goodbye and left.

Hiori’s smile remained on his face for a few minutes until it melted off his face when Kurona was finally out of his sight.

He glanced at the spot where Isagi had been standing a few minutes ago to which it was now empty and signified that the male had already left.

Outside of soccer, they treated each other as the same as before.

Congenial, lax and hanging around with each other alongside with Kurona and the others if they had free time.

They had treated each other as if they had never fucked several times before.

Or rather Isagi had treated him like a casual comrade of their team and a normal friend outside of it.

It would be fine to Hiori…

… because they don’t have a relationship, right?

It was a simple hook up to release some tension and pressure after the matches against the other teams.

Even for a gamer like him, it should be easy enough to understand.

Easy to understand that they don’t have any obligation towards each other outside of the bedroom.

They’re free to do whatever they want with their lives without interfering in it.

So, why the hell there’s a prickling sensation coursing through his veins every time Isagi would ignore him and pay more attention to his other friends especially Bachira when he spotted him the other day playing against each other in a practice match on that field?

Why was it that when he saw those genuine, sincere smiles directed at other people aside from him, he felt his chest tightening from an unknown reason?

…

But most of all why the hell would it bother him?

Hiori swallowed thickly. He knew that if ventured for an answer, he might not be ready for it despite the protestations of his own heart.

Hiori was the only who saw the other side of Isagi beneath the fracture of his erected walls within himself that separated the line between soccer and something else.

He knew that they only saw each other as relievers to each other’s stress and disappointments to their personal lives.

So why was it that he couldn’t see the boundary between their professional relationship and personal one?

Because Hiori knew deep inside of him that he was bewitched by those captivating smiles of his and those azure irises that bored right through his soul.

He had fallen without a parachute.

And he needed to pick up the pieces of his heart that have shattered down on the ground.

And we kept everything professional

But something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like

They keep watchful eyes on us

So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet

You won't believe half the things I see inside my head

Wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened yet

(A/N: Reviews are amusing. Let me hear them from you).

#blue lock #fanfiction #spoilers #smut #character study #relationship study #angst #introspection #complicated relationships #dark isagi #hiori having an internal crisis about himself and towards isagi #depression #unhealthy coping mechanisms #isagi yoichi #hiori yo #hiosagi

[dragonsarecool]

Febwhump Day 23 - Presumed Dead

A/N: Returning home permanently without Doc means Marty has trouble coping with his new world. Set prior to Episode I - It’s About Time.

Settling back into 1985 hadn’t been as smooth as he’d anticipated, considering he’d only spent two weeks in other time periods. 

It wasn’t that he felt out of place. On the contrary; he was so relieved to see modern plumbing and his electric guitar that he could’ve cried. Being able to have a proper shower to scrub away the dirt and strum out some chords did more for his mental health was, he decided, better than any therapist could’ve offered him.

It took a few days before he realised what was making it difficult to resettle: he was lonely.

Yes, he did have his family, but the more time he spent with them and learnt just exactly what changes had resulted from his actions in 1955, the more he began to feel like a stranger. This was a family that had been raised by a confident George and supportive Lorraine. Dave was in a high-paying executive position, sporting flashy suits and drinking coffee beans from countries Marty couldn’t begin to pronounce, while Linda was a secretary and halfway through planning an extravagant wedding.

Marty also hadn’t appreciated until now exactly how much time he would spent at Doc’s house. It wasn’t until he was around the corner from the lab that he realised he’d been skating from the school on autopilot, and hesitantly turned away to head home. He couldn’t bring himself to actually lay eyes on his favourite place in the whole world; even thinking about how the place was now abandoned and rotting away was enough to bring tears to his eyes.

On nights when he would have been tinkering with Doc’s latest inventions and sharing a Burger King feast with him, he now lay despondently on his bed, staring at the ceiling with unshed tears. This was worse than death, he thought. At least with death, he knew that someone had no chance of coming back. Yet Doc wasn’t dead, but it seemed almost certain that they would ever meet again.

The influx of rapid change was sometimes too much for him, and he found himself clinging to the one thing left that was familiar. Jennifer had gotten used to Marty turning up at her bedroom window at unholy hours, even if it was just for a singular kiss or quick cuddle. She never protested or asked questions, and always held him as tenderly as she did before it all changed.

Yet he continued to cling to the tiniest scrap of hope that he would return. 

He found it easier than accepting the truth.

October turned into November, and November somehow melted into March faster than he would’ve appreciated. He and Jennifer had been idly flipping through the real estate section of the newspaper, discussing what sort of dream first home they wanted to aim for.

When Marty spotted it, a cold shiver came over his body. His grip on the newspaper stiffened as his eyes remained hyper-focused on the paper, ignoring Jennifer’s concerned gaze.

A tiny black and white photograph of a very familiar estate, now decorated with a ‘For Sale’ sign.

For. Sale.

But it’s not for sale. 

He never agreed to it!

“They can’t do that!” Marty cried angrily, throwing the newspaper in a heap. He was surprised at the sudden rage that had come over him. “T-They can’t! He never…he never wanted to sell it!”

“Well what choice do they have, Marty?” Jennifer said softly. “For all they know, he is dead-“

“But he’s NOT!” Marty leapt from his position on the couch, pacing around the living room in anger. “He’s not dead!! What’ll he say when he comes back and sees his house has got someone else living in it?!”

“Who are we to say he is coming back, Marty?”

The young man sighed slowly. He didn’t want to admit Jennifer was right, for it meant he was abandoning his hope. “B-But if he’s not coming back, then he’s as good as dead, Jen! A-and I don’t wanna believe that!”

Not after he’s already died once in front of me.

Jennifer rose to her feet, squeezing Marty’s shoulders in the exact spots she knew would make him relax. She allowed a brief silence to pass before proposing an idea. “Would it help if we go and see the house?”

Marty was puzzled. “What do-“

“I mean if you see that sign yourself. See how run-down and ruined it is,” Jennifer nuzzled into his neck. “Do you think it would help make it more real for you?”

Part of Marty wanted to say no. To yell and scream about how he already brought his friend back from death once. To say how he couldn’t bear the thought of living without him.

But Doc’s final words kept coming to mind in moments like this. The future is whatever I make it. 

Is this what I’m destined to do now? To whinge and moan about how shitty I feel? I know Doc would tell me off for it…

I guess I should try to make it a good one and not wallow like a pitiful son of a bitch.

Marty nodded. “Let’s give it a try.”

#bttf #fanfiction #back to the future #whump #febwhump #febwhump24 #febwhump2024

[creativepawsworld]

Chances Part 4

Pairing = Cillian Murphy x Original Character

Summary = Final Part

Warnings = Fluff, lots and lots of fluff

Word Count = 681

“What if I hadn't asked for your name? And time hadn't stopped when you said it to me? Of all of the plans that I could've made Of all of the nights that I couldn't sleep”

Turning my head at the sound of the singing, my eyes fluttered opened to see Cillian standing just beside my bed singing to our little bundle of joy that arrived in the world four weeks early. It was surreal one minute I was in Cillian’s parents, the next I was in an operating theatre getting yet another C section to Welcome our Baby Girl to the World.

“What's a girl like you doing in a place like this? In a crowded room, what are the odds? What's a guy like me doing in a place like this? Getting close to you, but here we are…”

Listening to the words Cillian was singing to our little girl I couldn’t help but smile, the familiarity of the words playing in my mind but not sinking in as to why I knew them. Cillian had yet to notice I was awake and there was no way I was going to interrupt  what was probably the most beautiful scene in front of me.

“What are the chances that we'd end up dancing? Like two in a million, like once in a life I could have found you, put my arms around you Like two in a million, like once in a life What are the chances?”

I felt tears prick in my mind as I was reminded of our night together eight months prior. One of the happiest times of my life, dancing with a tall, dark haired stranger with the most amazing eyes. Feeling the freest I had ever felt, there was no judgement, there was just me, just Cillian, together.

“Is it love? Is it fate? Who am I? Who's to say? Don't know exactly what it means Is it love? Is it fate? Where it leads, who can say? Maybe you and I were meant to be”

At that moment, Cillian happened to look in my direction, immediately seeing my eyes open. The smile never leaving his face as he continued to sing to our daughter who was settled quite happily in his arms. Reaching a hand up I wiped away a stray tear that had fallen from my eye as Cillian came closer to me, holding our baby girl so we could both see her sleeping face.

“What are the chances that we'd end up dancing? Two in a million, once in a life That I could have found you Put my arms around you (my arms around you) Two in a million, like once in a life, yeah What are the chances? Two in a million, once in a life What are the chances? Two in a million, once in a life

What if I'd never run into you? And what if you'd never smiled at me?”

“Where did you learn that song?” I asked quietly as he finished placing a small kiss on our little girls head, placing her back in the plastic cot the hospital provides after a baby is born. Walking back over to me, Cillian didn’t say anything as he leaned forward placing his forehead against mine, capturing my lips in the softest, yet most passionate kiss I had ever experienced in my life.

“Dermott” Cillian breathed as he parted from my lips, his head still remaining on mine, just staring into my eyes. “He says it's our song, because it describes how we met perfectly”

“It does” I nodded placing my head behind his head pulling him closer to me, placing my lips against his once more.

“I love you Paige” Cillian whispered against my lips

“I love you too Cillian” I nodded against him, enjoying the closeness we were sharing before his family came bounding through the door looking for a look at their newest addition.

Once Aoife Fiadh Murphy was born, there was simply no denying her parentage. She was the double of her father with the same stunning blue eyes.  

#cillian fluff #cillian #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy #chances #cillian murphy imagine #chances4

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

Klaine Advent 2022

Christmas Crush

AO3

Burst

The bus ride back to McKinley was loud. Cheerful chatter and singing from the tops of their lungs. When they arrived back at school, they quickly parted ways and got in their cars. School had already been let out. Only the glee club’s cars were left in the lot.

Blaine hopped in Kurt’s car.

“No Lima Bean stop today,” he said, “we have a dance to get ready for.”

“Yea, sir,” Blaine replied.

His mom wasn’t home when Blaine got dropped off. Hopefully she would be home before he left. Blaine was sure she’d want photos. He could see her now bursting with pride and instructing them on how to pose.

Blaine’s suit jacket was a crisp navy blue, his white button drop was stark against it. He was deciding between two bow ties when his phone went off.

A text from his date.

Kurt: on my way!

Oh god, he needed to do his hair still! Blaine hopped in the bathroom and gelled down his curls. Not too much, just in case…someone wanted to run their fingers through it as they kissed at the end of the night. That was a fantasy and he knew it might not come true. But…

He heard the front door open and his mom call up the stairs, “Blaine, I’m home!”

“Be right down!”

He grabbed the two bow ties off his bed and headed down stairs for a second opinion.

One was solid light blue and would likely match Kurt perfectly and the other matched Blaine’s jacket and had little snowflakes on it. After all the dance was a Winter Wonderland theme.

“Which one?” He asked, holding them out for inspection.

“Hmmm, I think the navy.”

“Me too,” he agreed.

Although he usually tied them himself, he held it out for his mom to put on.

“You look very handsome.”

“Thank you.”

Another car pulled in the driveway. Kurt was here. As Blaine went to get the door, his mom ran off to get her camera. Despite having a camera on her phone, she still loved getting photos developed.

Kurt looked beautiful. There was no other word for him. Baby blue ensemble that maybe his eyes sparkle.

“You look stunning,” he told him.

“So do you,” Kurt said.

“Oh, look at you both!” Blaine’s mom said, “you must be Kurt, shame we haven’t met before today. I’m Pam.”

“Nice to meet you,” Kurt said.

“Okay, enough diddle dallying, get together.”

Blaine allowed her to take a dozen or so before calling it off.

“Mom, we gotta get going.”

“Fine, fine,” she said, waving them off. “Have fun, be safe!”

“We will!” They both chimed.

~~~

The gym was silver and blue. Snowflakes hanging from the ceiling, puffs of fake snow littering the ground. Balloon arches at exits and entryways.

“When they said Winter Wonderland, they meant it.”

“Yeah they did,” Kurt agreed.

Rachel ran up to them.

“I find it lovely they used Hanukkah colors,” she told them.

Kurt nodded, but as an aside to Blaine said, “always about her.”

“Let’s get some punch,” Kurt suggested, “see you later, Rach.”

Kurt grabbed Blaine’s right hand and led him over to the buffet table.

“I’m really glad you asked me,” Blaine commented. “I had been working up the courage all month. Guess I failed on that front.” He shrugged.

Kurt handed him a plastic cup of punch.

“I think we both won big time. We’re here together and that’s what matters.”

Blaine couldn’t argue with that.

They found the rest of the glee club had commandeered two tables to sit at. Everyone was snacking and still talking about their win at sectionals.

Just when Blaine had finished his punch and cookie offered to him by Sam, Winter Christmas began to play.

“Come on, let’s dance,” he suggested, “it’s our song.”

And dance they did.

#klaine advent 2022 #klaine advent: burst #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #my fics

[puffpasstea]

Satellite

Warnings: drugs, alcohol

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Chapter 6

I spent the last two hours of the night, before the sun came up, in the bed in one of Harry’s guest rooms, scrolling on my phone between the seemingly infinite number of “news” articles publicizing the photos from earlier tonight. They were analyzing the handful of pictures that people had snapped. Some clearer than others. The stuff they published made me sick. Not only were they scrutinizing our body language, facial expressions, and my dress, but they had “insider sources” who “reported” that Harry and I were “spending time together.” Whatever that meant. I’m sure it was intentionally vague. Designed to get clicks and keep people talking without actually saying anything that would get them in legal trouble. The comment sections oscillated between two extremes. Some commenters left variations of heart and crown emojis, commending Harry for being “such a gentleman” for letting me hold onto his arm, and others called me a fame hungry whore, or a “beard” concealing whatever it is they think Harry has to hide. We aren’t even dating. A fact that hardly seemed relevant to those who were openly offering their very strongly worded opinions on our non-existent relationship. The dizzying speed at which these photos were being shared and written about made me nauseous. Just when I thought I’d seen it all, something new would pop up. My social media accounts exploded with notifications. I don’t know what made my skin crawl more, people I’d known my whole life and hardly ever spoke to who were now suddenly emerging from the midst of nowhere to “reach out” to me, or complete strangers tagging me, commenting on my past posts, and reviewing my every digital move. I instantly felt defensive though I wasn’t sure what I was defending or why. If a few moments of walking alongside Harry had resulted in this burst of articles and rumors, what would people say once they’ve had a few minutes to scroll through my accounts? For a moment, I had the urge to set all of my accounts to “private,” but that somehow felt weird and cowardly. Like I was afraid, or had something to hide.

I’d managed to work myself into another spiral. I needed a break. As the sun was rising in my window, I buried my phone underneath a mountain of pillows and got up to go check on Harry. I hoped the medication he’d been given, and the events of the night before, had knocked him into a deep slumber. When I got to the living room, the couch where I’d set him up, and where he’d drunkenly kissed me, was empty. Shit. Where l was he? How’d he even manage to get up on his own  with one of his arms mysteriously immobilized? Why do I feel like I’m in charge of babysitting a toddler?

 I walked around the house looking for him. He wasn’t in the kitchen, or in either of the massive dining areas. I went upstairs to his bedroom, but the room was empty and his bed looked untouched. Perfectly made with the throw-pillows symmetrically aligned. He hadn’t slept in it. He was nowhere to be found when I checked the bathroom, and the five guest bedrooms and bathrooms that he’d shown me in a tour of the house upon my arrival. The gardens on his property were enormous, but as far as I could make out from the front of the house, none of them had been lit during the night. No way was he out there on his own. 

I dialed Harry’s phone but was sent straight to voicemail. Fuck. Could he have gone back to the hospital, or something? Was he in so much pain that he just had to leave in the middle of the night to go back to the emergency room? If so, why hadn’t he come to get me? Or at least leave a message? My mind had no trouble at all coming up with several violent scenarios for me to choose from. So. Many. horrible things could’ve happened.

Numerous attempts and three voicemails later, I called Christopher to see if he’d heard from Harry, or if he had any idea where Harry could be.

“I’m sorry, no. I’ve just been sleeping since we dropped him off.” Christopher’s sleepy-leaden voice grumbled from the other end of the line.

I sighed loudly. Unable to voice the spiral in my mind.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine. Wherever he is.” Christopher offered, clearing his throat to sound more comprehensible. 

“How? How could you be ‘sure he’s fine’ if you have no idea where he is? Hmm? What if he’s hurt? What if he needs help?”

“You’re spinning out, you realize that, right?”

“S-sorry. I just- he’s not well. He’s on pain pills and whatever else he imbibed at the afterparty, and-”

“Fine,” Christopher groaned. “ I’ll come over.”

***

In Harry’s kitchen, Christopher leaned against the counter as I poured us both some coffee from the touch-screen espresso machine that Harry had shown me how to use. 

“Should- we call the police? Report him missing?” I asked as I handed Christopher his mug.

“And risk a public outcry? Are you insane?”

We’d spent the early hours of the morning unsuccessfully negotiating with his security guy. We begged him to let us see the security footage to check where Harry might have gone, or if he’d ordered a car or used his own, but the guy wouldn’t budge. Our names were not on Harry’s emergency list. Therefore he wasn’t going to share ANY information with us under any circumstances. Even though we were Harry’s guests.

“At least the police would be able to override the security guy…” I shrugged and  took a much needed, enormous sip of my coffee and burned my tongue.

“You’re crazy. It’s Harry Styles. in LA. He’s safe. I’m sure. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you prepared to deal with the public outcry that will definitely happen if it turns out that he isn’t safe?”

Christopher rolled his eyes.

“Cuz I’m not. Fans will crucify you. For the rest of your life, suspicion will haunt you. You’ll be THAT guy. The guy who could’ve called the police but didn’t. Wonder why? You wanna be that guy, Christopher?”

“Have you…been taking Harry’s pain pills?” 

“I hate you.”

 Chris laughed and pulled out his phone.

“What are you doing?” I walked over to stand over his shoulder.

“Like I said, it’s Harry Styles, this is LA. Chances are, if he’s somewhere public, someone out there must have seen him somewhere.”

Christopher opened his instagram app and searched for Harry’s name. His account information with its trusty blue checkmark appeared. Christopher swiped to Harry’s “tagged photos” and found the most recent picture he was tagged in. It was from two hours ago.

“Would you look at that?” Christopher handed me his phone and I immediately knew what he meant.

“Of course.” I was relieved he was okay.

“Already on it.” Christopher pulled up his contacts and made the call. “Hey, sorry to wake you. Could you put Harry on the phone, please?”

“Dude, speaker!” I whisper-yelled at Christopher.

He obliged, putting his phone down on the kitchen counter between us and hitting “speaker.”

“He’s not here, Chris. Not anymore, anyway.” Sienna’s voice replied. “He was. A couple of hours ago. Asked if he could borrow my dog and-”

“And you let him??” I interrupted, perhaps a bit too aggressive. Christopher shot me a corrective look.

“Forgive her. She’s really worried. Sienna, did he tell you where he and the dog were going?”

“I don’t know but I can send you the address. He seemed too loopy to drive so I called him an Uber.”

“Text me the address?”

“You got it, Chris.”

Ending the call, Chris gave me a fake sigh and smiled. “You and Harry better get married at the end of all this.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

****

I got into a car to the address that Sienna had sent us without thinking, but now that the driver had dropped me off, it occurred to me that I hadn’t thought far enough into the future to decide what I was going to do. I stood in front of the front door of this home. It must be a friend of Harry’s because the place was in a gated community. Weirdly, Harry’s driver’s car was recognized and allowed inside, so Harry must have been here before. I rang the doorbell without a clue who’d be on the other side, but as soon as the door swung open, everything made sense.

“H-how? How’d you find him?” asked the tall, dark haired man in the sweat suit as soon as he saw me.

“It’s Jeffrey…right? We met. At the Forum, remember?” I extended my hand out.

Remembering his manner, he shook my hand. “Please, call me Jeff.”

“Jeff, I just wanna talk to him. Make sure he’s okay.”

“He’s so gonna kill me for this,” Jeff mumbled under his breath as he stepped aside, letting me in.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let him.”

***

“He’s right through there” Jeff nodded as he walked me down the hallway of the second floor of his home. “Last door on the felt.”

I thanked him for his help and he retreated back to the lower floor to give us some privacy.

I knocked twice before opening the guest room door where Harry had spread out on the floor, Sienna’s beagle snoozing next to him, with a guitar on the floor, Harry struggling to hold it with his one functioning arm, beer bottles, empty cans, and an ashtray scattered in a semi-circle around his body.

“Seriously, Harry?” I exhaled in disbelief, walking in and shutting the door behind me.

Clearly startled, Harry looked up from his spot on the floor, his expression twisting into distant avoidance as he realized it was me. “Alice.” his eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but in my direction. The height difference between us made him look small and scared. I wished I could understand what was going through his mind or comfort him. But it was more likely that I was the cause of it all.

I was taken aback by the pain that this caused me. He might as well have driven a knife through my chest. This was the first time Harry had ever called me by my real name. No “Matilda.” Not even “babe,” or “darlin.’” Just “Alice.” 

“What- are you…how? How did you...” 

 Though he never finished any of his questions, I knew what he was trying to ask, so I pulled my phone out and showed him the instagram picture of him with Sienna’s dog that led me here.

“‘Course, internet.” he  nodded, mumbling to himself.

“Harry, how drunk are you right now?”

“Not drunk.”

I squatted down and took a seat on the floor next to him, shoving the beer bottles to the side to make more room. 

“You’re not supposed to drink with the meds you’re on.” I reminded him, glancing around the room for more evidence of his solitary activities. “...or smoke…or take other pills…gosh, Harry what’ve you ingested? Is there anything you HAVEN’T taken?”

“You know, a little bit of this, a little bit of that.”

I rolled my eyes. Fighting the urge to indulge in his self-pity. It was extremely difficult though. I kept my face harsh and steady, but it was killing me to see him like this.

“You wanna share? I bet I could scramble together a line at least?” He grabbed his credit card off the carpet and felt around his small clear baggies for leftovers.

“That’s not funny, Harry.”

“Wasn’t joking.”

“Stop, okay? You’ve had enough. Let’s get you home.”

“I’m not goin’ home…I’m- staying here.” His speech was slow and slurred. Sienna’s dog got up and walked in circles scratching at the floor to find a comfortable spot, then giving up, he jumped right into Harry’s lap.

Harry’s hand automatically began petting him.

“You need to go home and get some sleep. Flush all this…shit out of your system. Sober up.”

Looking me dead in the eyes, Harry grabbed a pill out of one of his plastic bags and swallowed it whole. “No.”

“Look, I get it. You’re in pain. You’re angry with me. You’re sad. We’ve all been there. Things suck right now, but you can’t run from your feelings. They’ll catch up to you eventually. And thing will be much worse when they do.”

“Like you even care? We’re not together, remember? We can’t be. You said that last night. So why are you here? Why are you trying to help me? I don’t need you to help me, I need you to love me. But you won’t do that, so why’d you come here? What, were you hoping to apologize and make it all go away? I can’t do that anymore, I can’t keep making allowances for your emotional shortcomings. It’s exhausting, I’m exhausted just leave me the fuck alone, Alice!!”

#satellite #harry's house #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles angst #harry styles writing #harry styles x oc

[missrosiesworld]

Michelangelo

Elena and Quest were walking home from their restaurant date, their bodies close together as they braved the cold night air. Michelangelo, the sweet little dog that had been following them, was cuddled safely in Quest's arms. Elena looked up at him, her eyes filled with love, and saw him smiling down at her. "We should be at the convenience store soon," she said. "We can get everything we need for Michelangelo there." Quest placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head and said, "Thank you again."

Elena snuggled closer to Quest, feeling the warmth of his embrace. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have him in her life. "It's no problem," she said. "I love you and I want to do whatever I can to make you happy."

Quest smiled down at her, his eyes filled with love. "You already make me the happiest man in the world," he said. "But I'm grateful for your help with Michelangelo. He's such a sweet little dog and I'm glad we can take care of him."

As they walked, Michelangelo contentedly snuggled in Quest's arms, seeming to sense that he was safe and loved. Elena couldn't help but feel touched by the sight. "I'm glad we found him," she said. "He's going to be a great addition to our little family."

Quest chuckled. "I'm sure he'll be a handful, but I think he's worth it," he said.

As they approached the convenience store, Michelangelo's stomach rumbled. "Poor baby is starving," she said. "I hope we can get everything we need for Michelangelo."

Quest grinned. "I'm sure they'll have something," he said. "And maybe we can grab a snack for ourselves while we're at it."

As they entered the convenience store, Elena couldn't help but tease Quest. "Still hungry after dinner?" she asked with a cheeky smile.

Quest laughed and shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a growing boy," he said.

Elena chuckled and they both laughed as they made their way to the pet section. Thankfully, they were able to find everything they needed, including dog food, a couple of pee pads, some chew toys, and a small bed for Michelangelo. They also grabbed some snacks to tide them over until morning.

As they walked down the snack aisle, Michelangelo's nose started twitching as he sniffed the air. He seemed excited at the prospect of getting some food.

Once they had checked out and were on their way home, Michelangelo seemed to sense that they were almost there. He wagged his tail excitedly, and Elena couldn't help but smile at the sight.

When they arrived home, they quickly got settled in. Michelangelo made himself right at home, exploring every corner of the condo before settling down for the night.

As Elena and Quest cuddled on the couch, with Michelangelo snoozing at their feet, Elena couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and joy that filled her life. She looked forward to many more happy days with Quest and Michelangelo by her side.

Elena looked at Quest, her eyes shining with love and emotion. "I don't know how to express how much you mean to me," she said. "Ever since I met you, you've been my rock, my support, and my everything. I love you, Quest. You make me happier than I ever thought possible."

Quest's heart swelled with love and gratitude as he looked into Elena's eyes. "I feel the same way," he said. "You're my angel, Ellie. You've given me a second chance at life and I'm so grateful to have you by my side. I love you more than words can say."

Elena smiled and leaned in to kiss Quest, her lips soft and warm against his. As they kissed, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and happiness that filled her life. She knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be, with the man she loved by her side.

#blooming panic #bloomingpanic #bloomic #blooming panic fanfic #blooming panic quest #bloomingpanicquest #fluff #dog

[charlenasaxen]

A Study in Drowning Favorite Quotes pt. 1

Yet Effy found herself half in love with the Fairy King sometimes

There was an intimacy to all violence, she supposed. The better you knew someone, the more terribly you could hurt them.

just because he was a man, but she couldn’t because she was a girl? She wasn’t a Southerner, but she knew what it was like to drown.

reached around Effy to embrace her, and for a moment, Effy felt calmer than the windless sea.

She didn’t look away until Rhia, waving, vanished into the crowd

“It’s you,” Effy said.

His eyes narrowed. “What?”

She felt breathless.

fixated on the particularly delicate way Preston rounded his lips

shards of mirrored glass, carefully cut into narrow diamonds like icicles

Effy saw Angharad in her marriage bed, pale hair strewn out among the pillows

Preston’s voice in her ear now, his hushed recitation. “The only enemy is the sea.”

their faces close enough that Effy could see the muscle feathering in his jaw.

the stuffed bear she’d been too embarrassed to bring to university but missed every night.

he plucked out another cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and passed it to her

that she was thinking intently about how the same cigarette had touched his lips

In the distance, she saw two seals at play

dotted with eyries and smaller gull nests, feathers catching in the wind

“The sea took and took and took, thousands of little deaths, and they endured it all.”

“They say that on certain days you can still hear the bells of those churches, ringing underwater.”

“Our mothers whisper it to us in our cradles. Our fathers teach us to swim before we can walk”

This was her only chance to make something that would last.

she quite liked the idea of him begging her, in that moment she thought she could see a bit of that wickedness in Preston

hope, blooming like a tender little flower bud

“I’ll fight for you, Effy. I promise.”

“I—that’s terrible and cruel.” His voice was softer now. “I have faith in you—in both of us.”

“All the more reason to have a blue-blooded Llyrian name”

His palm was soft, his fingers long and thin. “I swear by Saint Una I won’t betray you,” said Preston. “And I’ll fight for you”

She let go. Preston’s hand dropped to his side at once, fingers flexing.

Preston gave her a thin-lipped look. “I know that now.”

her name he’d scrawled aimlessly in the margins, repeating all the way down the page: Effy

Effy

Effy”

“I meant the opposite, really.” Now Preston was flushed.

Effy kept her gaze on him to see if she could determine it, but she only succeeded in flushing, too.

As much as it shocked her to realize it, she didn’t want to fail Preston

sand flying up to pelt the windows. Instinct was telling her: something terrible is about to happen.

to keep his eyes on the road. The car was hurtling up the cliffside so quickly

“Why did you really come here?” Ianto said at last.

the one who would kiss my eyes closed with infinite tenderness, or if he would press me down into our bed

when he saw her, he lurched down, taking the steps two at a time. “Effy,”

“No, I mean what happened to you?”

“The road is dirty,”

“I really didn’t think he’d try to take you out of the house. I’m sorry.”

And then he knelt in front of her. He paused in his ministrations, muscles tensing and looked up at her. They locked eyes for several moments.

After another beat, Preston looked down again

Effy remembered how much she liked the sound of it: low and breathy, his shoulder shaking

Preston conceded. “I’m confident this will not be what does you in.”

Preston laughed again. “I’d never overcome the guilt.”

“Well . . . it’s not the most tactful way to escape an awkward conversation”

No architect worth their salt forgot to finish their cross sections (just Effy)

“he always goes down to church”

She felt his gaze on her still. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Preston look down hurriedly.

Old magic and wicked gods. The Fairy King had more power here.

“Not all Argantians,” he said, nonplussed, almost cheerful. “Just me.”

“She does her best to make me feel guilty about it.”

“Just let me.”

“Oh.” Effy watched as Preston knelt.

Preston actually yelped. “Effy! What are you doing?”

Preston made another vague, strangled noise

Effy gave him a withering look. “No one keeps their recipe book locked away in a secret box, in a secret room.”

his voice wavering slightly. “‘I will love you to ruination.’”

long fingers working dexterously, and Effy watched, oddly hypnotized

“Or,” Preston said, his face darkening, “there’s something in it he didn’t want anyone to know.”

“oh, the sleeping King is foiled!—for he is both the knight and the dragon in the battlefield.’”

she realized what she felt was closer to affection

Preston’s reflexes were impressively quick. He thrust the diary behind his back

“The two of you look cozy.”

barrel pointed somewhere in the vague direction of Preston’s knees. Effy’s throat tightened.

He had to be the most guilty-looking person alive.

“Blackmar is probably pitying himself that he had the misfortune to have been born north”

“suppose he could make up some story about how he was an orphan child”

if there was a real person left at all, under all those desperate, urgent lies.

she didn’t want to hurt him, and so she resolved not to bring up what she had seen.

he was a willing audience for her lies. He wanted to believe, as she once had.

“it will be lovely for watching the sunrise and sunset. My mother will like it, too”

He almost never mentioned Preston by name. He called him the student or the Argantian.

brushing a strand of golden hair from my cheek.

“Yours or mine?” I asked.

The Fairy King did not answer.

Effy tried a smile. Fingers trembling, she gripped the hag stones.

Head bowed over the diary. The sunlight streaming through the window illuminated little flecks of gold

“honestly, please feel free to hit me or call me a twat”

It really was an unspeakably rude question. No one asked.

Why would he believe her, when no one else had? But he had listened.

Effy reached out. Any ordinary child would have shrunk away in fear, would have wept.

He had taken her ring finger so that no other man could put a wedding band on it. So that she would always belong to him.

“She even gave me a good saint’s name.”

gaze taking her in carefully, tenderly, as if he was worried that even his stare might chafe.

She was not afraid. She needed him to come.

dropping the candle. The wet grass instantly snuffed it out, and she was plunged into darkness.

He had come for her, just like he had promised all those years ago. She had seen him. He was real. She was not mad.

Preston had become so jumpy around him (“He did wave a gun at us, Effy,” he’d said, in an oddly high-pitched tone)

This was the realm of the Fairy King, after all. Perhaps this was where she belonged.

He really did want to stay here, sinking foundation and all.

She wondered if you could love something out of ruination, reverse that drowning.

And if she remained here, it would take hold of her, too.

His shirt came up a little over his abdomen, exposing a narrow swath of skin. Effy watched, transfixed, until his shirt came down again.

They had only stopped once, for a farmer to cross his cows.

“It’s a memento mori. It’s about the hubris of young men.”

“but his belief that the worst the sea can do is kill him.”

“Do you?” Preston sounded surprised. Pleased. “I wrote a paper on it”

“I might incorporate it into my thesis—our thesis. Since you like it.”

“Yes,” she said. “I’ll happily put my name to that.”

Preston’s face turned red. He had been mid-sip of coffee, and at her question he coughed

“What a charmer you are after all, Preston Héloury.”

“I find you very charming, underneath all the smugness.”

“You’re also the smartest, most eloquent person I’ve ever met.”

the same unspoken question on their lips, before the gates began to slowly creak open

the flash of his red velvet dressing gown, the sharp ebony of his cane

“Euphemia!” he said, with a rattling, excited gasp. He seized her around the middle in a zealous but creaky embrace.

He had a bit of trouble with the first syllable as he tried, with his subtle Argantian accent

“Too cold up there in the mountains, I suppose.” Blackmar chuckled

a double staircase of white marble. A large tapestry rendered the Blackmar family tree

Penrhos was beautiful, in a particular way. It was perfectly ornate.

Blackmar poured the brandy himself, wizened hand trembling, in a cut-crystal glass.

“It turned out we got along like a house on fire.”

Blackmar tilted his head contemplatively, eyes clouding. “I believe so. Saints, that was a long time ago.”

“something about the bay that beckoned him. Like a lighthouse to a ship, calling him home.”

The deer was unperturbed. Dead, as it should be.

it had been flipped over to face the wall instead. Effy felt it would be a bad idea to turn it forward.

Preston leaned over the desk, arms crossed. Still standing, he looked down at her.

Here that world of danger and magic felt properly chained and fettered

her cheeks instantly growing hot. Preston flushed too, as if only just realizing his words

Her beneath the covers, him atop them. She had never been so close to him before.

“if you promise you won’t flinch at the sound of our heathen tongue.” The corner of his mouth twitched

“what grandmothers speak to their eye-rolling grandchildren.” Preston smiled faintly.

“‘Says the sea to the sailor: strive with me and live; neglect me and drown.’”

“the first time, she realized, that she’d heard Argantian spoken by a native. It was beautiful.

Amusement crinkled his eyes. “‘The sea is treacherous, but women are even more treacherous.’”

Preston’s eyes fixed on her. “‘Love is a fire that cannot burn alone.’”

Very gently, so as not to disturb him, Effy reached over and took off his glasses

Well. Angharad still eluded her, but that was one mystery solved.

“It’s a good thing Blackmar didn’t peek in.” Preston’s face reddened. She liked the way he looked blushing

just for them, everything quiet and gentle and slow

Even his breathing soft and unobtrusive. He hadn’t touched her, but Saints, she wanted him to.

#a study in drowning #ava reid #quotes

[gaysimpsstuff]

Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations. 

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao. 

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore

Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

Ring

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

Beep

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms. 

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!” 

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you. 

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?” 

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?” 

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you? 

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you. 

But... it felt nice. 

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.” 

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down. 

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it 

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。 じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。 うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやる さようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。 事故だったのは分かってる 頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different! 

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed). 

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly! 

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[landinoandco]

Baby, let's live in the now

Max Verstappen x reader

Request from @simxican

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1.3k

Requests are open...

“Where’s daddy?” Your two year old son, Jack, climbed up onto your bed. To say it had been a tough two years since having Jack was an understatement, with Max’s constant travelling it meant that you had practically brought Jack up by yourself. It had also meant that Max had not been there to witness all of the major parenting milestones: first words, first steps and first day of nursery. It broke Max when he found out Jack’s first word was: “bull,” the whole paddock had found it most amusing but all Max could think about was all of the things he was missing out on.

As Jack got older, you and him were able to join Max on the weekends where the races were closer to home.

Max adored it when you both came to watch the races, he was so proud of you; he admired your perseverance and patience when it came to Jack - the ability to understand his every need just by a small cry or body movement. Something he felt like he would never understand and on the tougher race weekends it sometimes got to him, he wanted to have that close bond with his son; he wanted to be the one to take him to nursery and eventually take him go-karting and to the races. At the same time, he wanted to be a good role model for Jack. He made sure he went into every race weekend pushing to the car’s limits and working hard to always improve and learn - he was showing his son that hard work always pays off and that one day he too would be able to make his dreams come true. This was the thought that drove him forward, his motivation on those harder weekends.

Max knew that being in a relationship with any sports person was difficult - the constant travelling, the attention they received on a daily basis and this is why he had so much respect for you. Your ability to stay calm when he couldn’t and when he just needed to get something off of his chest, you were there to listen and offer your view on the matter. That’s what he loved most about you - the understanding you had for one another.

It was the second race after summer break and Max’s home Grand Prix in the Netherlands. Unbeknownst to Max, you and Jack were going to the track to surprise him before the race started. Jack was a fan-favourite in the Red Bull garage - his inquisitive nature providing the entertainment for all that got the pleasure of meeting him. The garage crew thoroughly enjoyed showing Jack around; showing him the tires, the fancy screens, the motorhomes but most importantly: the cars. Max couldn’t have been prouder when his son first showed an interest in cars - some would argue it was inevitable but the reality of his son wanting to listen to all of his stories and wanting to be like him when he grew older - it was like no other feeling he had felt before.

“Daddy is at the track - would you like to go and surprise him?” You asked your son, picking him up and placing him on your lap. He leant into your chest as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Can we see Uncle Daniel, please?” He asked, his soft, innocent tone tugging gently at your heart. One thing that surprised you about motherhood was the ability to love something so quickly yet so unconditionally - it was the type of love you knew could never run out.

Chuckling gently at your son’s apparent loyalty to the Australian, you kissed the top of his head.

“Of course, my sweet boy.”

Max was sitting on the sofa in his motorhome - a soft hum of music in the background, the upper body section of his race suit dangling from his waist. He was scrolling through the photos of you, him and Jack from the summer break. You all went away on holiday to a small cottage in the Italian countryside - a week away from the hectic lifestyle and into the tranquil surroundings of Southern Italy. He was smiling as he scrolled, wishing that you were both with him this weekend. He knew that you and Jack were celebrating his home grand prix at his sister’s house, as the family had gotten together for a garden party - but it didn't make it any easier.

There was a timid knock at the door, frowning he got up - he wasn’t expecting anyone and the race wasn’t for another 4 hours.

“Come in.” He said, placing his phone down on the coffee table. The door flew open and in rushed a small toddler, shouting: “Daddy.” As he did so. Max’s eyes immediately lit up and he grabbed the boy and spun him around, the latter giggling happily.

Putting Jack down, he looked over to the door and there you stood. A knowing smirk on your lips as you leant against the door frame.

“Surprise.” You said, walking up to him and throwing your arms around his neck. Max kissed your cheek, “This is the best surprise, thank you.” He said, pulling you into him.

“Can we see, Uncle Danny now.” Jack whined, tugging at Max’s draped sleeve. You looked at each other and laughed, Jack certainly had his father’s impatience.

You left the motorhome, Jack on Max’s shoulders babbling on about what he had for breakfast. It took quite a while to get through the Red Bull garage, every member they came across wanting to greet little Jack and asking him questions about today’s race. Jack told them how he was sure his Daddy was going to win and they agreed wholeheartedly.

Finally, you reached the pitlane and were met with the usual chaos of race day - team members rushing backwards and forwards, drivers making their way to pre-race interviews and their social rounds with the other drivers.

Unsurprisingly, Daniel was very easy to pick out from the crowd - a bright orange cape with a large lion blazoned on the back of it.

“Uncle Danny. Uncle Danny.” Jack shouted, still on Max’s shoulders. There was a loud cheer from the already gathering crowd as the three of you walked down the pitlane - it was enough to draw the rest of the drivers attention.

“Well, well, if it isn’t little Jack.” Daniel called out, rushing forward and making sure to wave his cape around. He looked like a rip-off superhero. Max placed Jack onto the floor and as soon as his feet reached the ground, he was off - racing towards Maxiel man; the name seemed fitting. You chuckled to yourself about the joke you had made, catching Max’s attention.

“What are you chuckling to yourself about?” He whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You beamed up at him, going onto your tiptoes and pecked his lips.

“Nothing important.” His eyes twinkled as he rolled his eyes, a prominent smile still on his lips and he snaked an arm around your waist, setting his gaze onto his son and his best friend.

It was his perfect world. Right there in front of him. He had the women of his dreams beside him and a son that resembled all of the traits he saw in himself when he was a young boy. Jack was just like the lion on his godfather's cape. He was happy and that was worth so much more than anything he had ever fought for before.

He was going to win the championship. For you. For Jack. Because why the hell not.

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[holdontokpop]

Easy - Jimin scenario (angst/smut)

Summary: When being “friends with benefits” turns out a little different

Members: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst/ smut

Word count:

Warnings: mature, alcohol, fighting, cussing

A/N: This is JIMIN’s POV. Enjoy.

Maybe right now I sound “crazy”, “cold”, etc… I care about Y/N, I do care about her as a person. I knew making her feel all special, doing little things such as caressing her cheek, spending time with her in bed, going to places, kissing her more often and such will do something wrong. I never wanted it to come this way, but it did. I was an asshole, I admit. I went out with other girls, while over some days I give her attention. I was in the wrong too.   

No one knew about it. We both were in the same friend group, that Is how we know each other. I went through some shitty breakup not long ago. Some breakups do change people. Seeing Y/N being interested in me was… Fun. What I meant by “interested” was she’ll watch me, make jokes to make me smile, get close to me, always sit next to me on, throw her hands around me, hug me, flirting. It didn’t take long just to catch up with her.

This is how it started and how everything went down.

For a while now something has been going on between us. Simple touches, flirting. I honestly loved how in the group no one knew about anything, but when we made out in front of them, it was like we weren’t there. Everyone minded their own business.

Every Friday and Saturday we were all hitting the clubs. Y/N would either stay close by my side or observe from afar. Smiling we put our glasses in the air. “To a great night!” Gray spoke up and we all drank up to that. Leaning over the fence, I watched the club. We always stayed in the VIP section. From the top, it was a good bottom view of everything and everyone. Gray and I most of the time watched around to see if there were any girls to pull. Y/N stepped next to me, looking around. “What’s good pretty girl?” I smirked and licked my lips, looking at her then away “Who me?” she pointed at herself playing “dumb” Both of us shared a laugh. I threw my arm around her shoulders pulling her closer to me.

“Are you having fun?” she spoke up looking up at me. I nodded my head in agreement and kept looking around “Are you?” I asked looking at her sparkly eyes. She was already half-drunk. It was her thing. “Ummm… Not yet.” She spoke up

I knew what she meant by it. She took my hand in hers and led me downstairs to the dance floor. I couldn’t help myself but keep looking around for someone else. Not that I didn’t like Y/N, at the moment, but somehow I just felt that way.

She was trying her hardest to keep my focus on her, but I kept focus on another girl. I placed my hands on Y/N’s waist and pulled her in. “Go to others, I’ll stay here a bit” I spoke to her ear and she nodded her head. I didn’t think at that moment she was hurt or something. She looked fine.

I walked up with a small smile towards this girl and started talking to her. Not quickly after, my hands feeling up her body so well. It was so fucking hot I couldn’t believe it. After a while, I came back upstairs alone. Somehow it seemed like everyone is acting in a way. Gray asked me to talk and we stood by the fence. I held my drink in my hand. “Y/N made a scene…” he said looking at me “For what for?” I didn’t understand, I downed everything in my glass and poured myself another drink from the table next to us. “Because you left her alone there and went to some other girl.”

I sigh, looking around. I found it funny actually. Why is she doing this? “Look-“ “Jimin, look. I don’t want to get into what you guys do or have, but I think you have done a little more, so she maybe has feelings.” Gray cuts me off and nods his head

My eyes scanned the place to see where Y/N is. There she was dancing with Mia, as nothing has happened. For a split second, I was mad, I was angry.

Quickly I rush toward them and politely ask Mia to leave us alone. Y/N’s smile appeared on her face. “Y/N why making a scene for nothing?” I spoke with a straight face on, slowly her smile disappeared and she understood what I meant by it. “I just felt angry and hurt because you left me there to go with some other girl Jimin.” My face went from serious to shook. I raised my eyebrows and laughed. “Hold up, are we a couple? Do WE have something?” I point at myself then at her “We do have something…” she said looking straight at my eyes “I think we both know, we don’t involve feelings into this.” “I can’t believe this-“ “I can’t fucking believe it too Y/N. Stop making stupid scenes that are not even worth making.” I raised my voice a little being frustrated. Y/N threw her drink at me and pushed me slightly walking away. I licked my lips and turned around. I took the glass and threw it across almost hitting someone. Y/N didn’t even bother turning around-

Gray and Simon rushed towards me making me stop. Guards already came up and told me to leave the club. We all gathered and had to leave. After a while, I felt bad for making us all go home. I didn’t feel anything for Y/N at that moment, it was a fucking straight line.

Walking out of the taxi, we all walk into Namjoon’s apartment where we all gathered around before. I felt alcohol hitting me. Anger was building inside of me. “How the fuck can she spill a fucking drink at me?” I said sitting down on the couch “Jimin-“ “It’s not my fault! Like damn you wanted me too in the first place.” I kept talking and the boys just listened to what I had to say.

Later that night, around 2AM, we were all still awake and someone knocked on Namjoon’s door. Walks in Y/N and Mia together. Dark went over my eyes. At that moment I couldn’t even manage to look at Y/N. I stood up and just walked past her like she didn’t exist. I shut the door of the room where I was sleeping and sat down on the bed looking down at my hands. I took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm my nerves down.

I hear a knock on the door and the doorknob turning. “Go away.” I said “Can we talk?” walks into Y/N and shuts the door behind her. She never listens I shook my head and didn’t want to even look at her. I felt her sit on the bed next to me. It was dark in the room. City lights were the only light that lit up the room a little. I threw my head back, closing my eyes. “Y/N. Can you make it quick so I can just go to bed?” finally the silence broke “I just wanted to say sorry for throwing a drink at you and for making the scene.” Her soft voice was music to my ears honestly. She was so calming, she had something in her that always calms my nerves. “Y/N, just, please. Please don’t fall in love with me.” I was honest and direct. I felt bad, but it was best for both of us. She stayed silent and kept looking down at her hands, playing with her rings. I watched her face. Her eyes were a little more cristal, which meant she was tearing up. We’ve known each other for enough time that I can understand every detail. She quickly stood up trying to leave, but I took her by the wrist, stopping her. We stood facing each other. She didn’t want to look at me. “Y/N…” I spoke “Nahh… It’s okay Jimin. I’m fine.” She laughed and nodded her head avoiding looking into my eyes. My fingers gently grab her chin making her face me. “Why are your eyes watery then?” I asked tilting my head a little. She slaps my hand away. I admit it did hurt a little. “They are not.” she was making sure she sounded fine. The two of us stayed silent for a few seconds before chuckling a bit. “God I hate you.” She shakes her head, finally making eye contact with me.

I had this urge to kiss her. I wasn’t angry anymore, I just wanted to feel her, kiss her, touch her. Why are my feelings and moods changing so fucking fast I don’t even know.

My hands traveled around her waist. I took a few steps towards her, making Y/N bump against the door. I kiss her passionately, I still could feel the alcohol on her lips, she tasted so good. Her hands wrap around my neck. My hand traces down her neck, to her breasts. Quickly I take off the top she had, relieving a white lace bra. Kissing her neck slowly, while my hand grabbed her boob, a moan escape her lips. My hands reach behind and I unclip her bra, making it fall to the ground. “Fuck, I need you now Jimin. Stop being a teaseee” she begged only making me hornier

The two of us took off our clothes fast, she made me lay down on the bed and crawled on top of me. She only had her panties on. Y/N began to rock her hips against me, I lifted myself a little and put my hand on her back, pulling her towards me, kissing her neck, and shoulders. Heavy breathing started, moans escaping our mouths. I pushed her off and placed myself between her hips. Slowly I took her panties off, kissing her thighs. I could feel the need, the pleasure at the moment. I entered her in a swift motion how wet she was. Y/N closed her eyes, throwing her head back, letting out a moan. “Be quiet Y/N.” I said to her ear. Her hands run through my hair, tugging on it.

She was fucking heaven. I loved the feeling of her pussy around my cock. I was close to cumming inside her but pulled out on time cumming on her beautiful breasts. I saw Y/N smile raising over her face. I quickly wiped everything off her and lay next to her. “Well damn.” She spoke up and I laughed Leaning in I kissed her a few more times, and pulled her closer to me. She was so beautiful.

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The next day was like any other. Y/N and I got up to take a shower together. In the morning I can’t help myself, but we fucked right there. I felt in a moment like I was addicted to this. I liked it. Liked fucking her, having someone to fuck whenever I wanted to.

It was Saturday, which meant we were going out again. Throughout the day Y/N and I shared eye contact, me touching her ass, teasing her. When the night came, Y/N didn’t want to let me go. Whilst being in the club, she would shake her ass and grind over my dick, turning me on. We drank the whole night, to be dead drunk that we can’t even walk. Y/N loved for me to hold her, kiss her slowly to slow sexy songs. It was such a turn-on for me too. Her tongue touching mine. My hand runs up her neck, holding it gently, whilst I bite on her skin and kiss it. She knew what she was doing to me.

Time flew by, over the week we didn’t see each other as much, but weekends were ours. Gray, Simon, and I went to drink over the weekdays. When Y/N was not around I didn’t think about her, not for a second. I was seeing other girls from time to time, finishing with them, and taking them to my apartment. I love the thrill, the excitement in that. More and more I noticed Y/N calling, and texting. I didn’t like that. We were not in a relationship, it was like she was obsessed with me now. Goddammit Y/N, why are you like this. When over the weekend, I don’t get with her every time, I go and look for someone else. She was getting jealous, sad, and angry without me knowing it. If I knew it then, I wouldn’t at least do that to her in front of her face.

“I’ll be heading to my place,” I yelled so everyone can hear while I held some girl's hand in mine. I was taking her home. I scanned everyone’s faces just to see if they noticed me. Y/N’s face had no emotion. Her eyes were pitch black from my point of view. We stared at each other. She laughed and turned away.

“We’ll head out home too,” Gray spoke

I headed out before them and called a taxi to Namjoon’s place again. It was closer than mine. My hands were all over her body as soon as we walked into the apartment. Namjoon and Simon were already there. “Oh shit… Sorry guys..” I was drunk and laughed walking her to my room.

As we kissed, all I could hear was Y/N’s voice, her being loud. She kept commenting on something. When I heard my name coming out of her mouth I stood up from my bed and quickly put on my shirt over my head and stormed out.

“… He always got to be this way. Fuck him, man, he’s such a bitch-“ I saw Y/N shouting “Who’s a bitch Y/N?” I spoke up and walked towards her “Oh Jimin, don’t you got company?” she said and started to walk away “Do we got a problem Y/N? Huh?” She quickly turned around and came in front of me. “Yeah we fucking do!” she shouted at me and I couldn’t take it “You’re such a piece of shit for treating me this way!” she added and pointed at me I got sober in a minute, all I felt was anger building up, heat in my body. “Well listen Y/N. We were nothing before this. We would never be together, when will you fucking get that in your head?!” I pointed my index finger to my head, looking at her. Her eyes started to water up, but this time I didn’t care.

“Well thank you, Jimin. So you are just going to fuck me then go fuck some other girl!” she was getting angry same as I did. I wasn’t expecting her to raise her voice even more “You’re the same as any fucking girl.” I leaned my face into hers and smiled “You were so fucking easy to get on. Easy to lead on. Fuck. I wrapped you around my little finger.” I laughed at her face, being completely emotionless.

“Thank fuck I won’t see you ever again after this. I can’t look at you anymore.” I added and she stayed quiet.

Gray and Simon tried to talk to me, but I pushed them away. I pushed everything off the table how angry I was. Glasses shattered on the floor and the bottles. “Just so you know Y/N. I cared about you. Let that sink in your head!” I turned and yelled across the room at her. Y/N just nodded her head and fake smiled at me, walking to the other room. For her I didn’t feel anything, it was a straight line from then and on

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[romeoandjulietyouwish]

Perhaps a failed assassination attempt on post-canon Percy or Vex? Complete with some comfort from the other person? An appearance from one of the next-gen de Rolos would be a bonus. You’re one of my favorite CR writers, thanks for all you do!

I have had an idea like this in my head for ages so thanks for giving me an excuse to write it!

The day starts off perfect, Vex wakes in her husband's arms, the first morning light streaming through the windows. She gets up after a few minutes, kissing Percy's cheek when he whines about her leaving. Stepping into the nursery through the connecting door, she finds that Vesper is wide awake, standing up in her crib.

When the little girl sees her mother, she squeals loudly and starts jumping. Vex smiles, "Good morning, sweetheart." She reaches in to pick up Vesper, settling her onto her hip. "Would you like to come with me this morning?"

Vesper just giggles some more and buries her head against Vex's shoulder. "My aren't we happy this morning," Vex remarks as she leaves the nursery and starts heading down the hall.

She's on her way to the kitchen to get some food ready when she sees Kynan running up the hall towards her. "Lady Vex'ahlia!" He shouts, bowing hastily before looking at her with panic.

"What's wrong?" Vex asks, her hold on Vesper tightening ever so slightly.

"Patrol found the Briarwood's crest painted on the wall surrounding the castle," he tells her in a rush, "it was in blood. We found five bodies hanging from the Sun Tree. Vex, they're meant to look like you and Percy."

Vex freezes, her mind whirling, but her face doesn't betray her. Her stupor only lasts a moment before she lifts her eyes and looks at Kynan with determination. "Gather the guard, send patrols down into the city, tell everyone to stay inside. I want you to find them before anyone else dies. I want them alive if possible."

Kynan nods, "What of you and your family?"

"Percy and I have plans in place. I want you to find Cassandra, tell her what's going on and stay with her okay? Don't let her try to fight."

"Yes, ma'am," Kynan bows deeply before running off.

Vex, heart pounding, looks down at her daughter who has stopped laughing and instead is just staring at her with wide eyes. Vex kisses her head and starts running up the stairs.

She bursts into their bedroom and rushes over to her husband. "Percy, Percy, you need to wake up." The tone in her voice makes him alert and he sits up suddenly, looking at her anxiously.

“What’s happened?” He asks quickly. She tells him the situation, trying to keep her voice even since Vesper always start crying when she gets upset. “Shit,” Percy curses as he gets out of bed, tugging his shoes on. She can see the panic written clearly on his face so she passes their daughter to him. Holding Vesper always seems to calm him.

“We need to go,” Vex tells him. “I sent Kynan to Cassandra, he’ll protect her.” Percy nods and the two of them quickly hurry over to the standing wardrobe in their bedroom.

Since they gained control of the city and started living in the castle, the two of them created dozens of secret passages and tunnels throughout the castle, places to hide and to escape through if anything like the Briarwood’s coup would happen again. The one in the back of the wardrobe is concealed by a wooden switch disguised in the paneling. Vex flicks it and a section of the back wall quietly opens, revealing a stone passage way.

Vex leads the way since Percy can’t see in the darkness, his hand on her shoulder to guide him. They debated for a while about where this passage should lead, but eventually decided on the safest but also most dangerous part of the castle, the Ziggurat. Since it is so far below, the passage is made up of steep stairs that twist and turn throughout.

When they get to the bottom, Vex steps out before the Ziggurat, looking up at the massive pyramid. Then she turns to Percy and finds him standing in the doorway, breathing quickly, holding too tight onto Vesper.

Vex hurries to his side, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Percival.” He doesn’t respond, eyes distant and vague. “Percival,” she tries, her voice harsher. She shakes him a little. “Darling, we’re alright. We’re safe down here. No one will find us.”

“I can’t lose you both,” Percy responds, his voice ragged. “I-I can’t.”

“You won’t.” She touches his cheek until he looks up at her. “You won’t. We have a whole army to protect us, we’re in the safest place in the castle, it’ll be alright.”

Percy swallows thickly and looks down at Vesper. She’s staring up at him, brow furrowed in what seems to be concern. Percy sighs and kisses her head. “I don’t mean to scare you, sweetheart. Your mother is right, we’re safe.”

Vesper grins and reaches up to pat Percy’s cheek with her pudgy hand. “Ah!” She shouts, her voice echoing in the chamber. “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Vex laughs, “Very good, darling.” She looks at Percy and sees that same gentle look on his face she knows is mirrored on hers.

Percy and Vex make their way to the base of the Ziggurat where there is a chest of their weapons, but neither of them reach for it. They just sit on the first few steps, sides pressed together, Vesper sitting on their legs. Despite Vex’s positivity that they are safe down here, she can’t help but worry. Someone could have found their passages or the true entrance to the Ziggurat. But then Percy puts his arm around her waist and kisses her head and things feel a little less scary.

The three of them sit there for a little more than an hour, entertaining their daughter with stories and one sided conversation so she doesn’t start crying, when they hear footsteps on their stairs.

Vex is alert in an instant, dashing to the chest and nocking an arrow in the bow, aimed carefully at the door. She feels Percy move behind her, Vesper cradled to his chest.

Before the figure appears in the door, they hear a voice. “Don’t shoot, it’s Jarrett.” Vex lowers her arrow, Jarrett is the only one in Whitestone (besides them and Cassandra) who knows about the secret passages.

“Is it over?” Vex asks as Jarrett walks towards them.

He nods, “It was not a coup, just some copycats hoping to start a revolution. They’re in custody now.”

“Thank you, Jarrett,” Percy claps him on the shoulder.

He bows his head to the two of them. “I’ll see you upstairs.” With that he turns heel sharply and walks back the way he came.

Vex and Percy turn to each other and quickly pull each other into a tight embrace, Vesper between them. Vex’s eyes fall closed as she leans her head against Percy’s. “See, told you we’d be alright,” she tells him quietly.

“You’re always right,” he whispers back.

“Ah ma!” Vesper shouts between them.

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[hangovercurse]

I’d Drop it All for You

Pictures of you and Pete are spread all over the internet, causing a whirlwind of hate to enter your social media.

Request: “Pete content please! anything !!! smut fluff whatever”

Pete x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, depictions of depression and anxiety

A/N: *Insert normal spiel about respecting A.G. and only using her for plot purposes. No harm intended.* Also I wrote most of this after a meeting with my therapist so... enjoy :) (He’s so cute in this gif I wanna kiss his face)

Word Count: 1820

You weren’t one of those people who loved being the center of attention. You knew that being in the spotlight also meant constantly living under a microscope, and you decided a long time ago that that was not for you.

But you were lucky enough to work as an assistant art director at just 24. You were hoping that The King of Staten Island, your newest project, would help get your name out into the professional world. But that wasn’t the only thing to come out of the film.

It happened unexpectedly, you showed up on set the first day, ready to do whatever the art director required of you. You couldn’t help but be slightly distracted by the lead actor and writer, Pete Davidson. He was so kind and funny, and he wasn’t uptight like everyone else.

After a few hours of filming, he came up to you, introducing himself. He said he “wanted to get to know everyone working on the project,” but you didn’t see him introducing himself to anyone else. You two started talking during breaks. Then he started sitting with you at lunch. Then he was asking for your number.

In a matter of weeks he was asking you out to dinner, taking you to a cozy restaurant that you absolutely adored. He walked you home, his hand grazing yours until you intertwined your fingers.

It was all very romantic, so when Pete asked if he could take you on another, you obviously said yes. Flash forward two weeks and he finally got the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend, even though you were both exclusively seeing each other already.

After filming ended 2 months later, you were still working on the film in post, which meant you had an excuse to stay  in Staten Island with Pete. After about 2 weeks in post, you spent more nights in his bed than your hotel’s.

Nearly 6 months later and you were happier than ever. You were splitting your time between your small apartment in the Bronx and Pete’s basement apartment. Pete introduced you to most of his friends, and you introduced him to yours.

But other than your small circles of friends, you kept your relationship fairly quiet. Pete doesn’t have social media and yours is strictly professional, so there are no pictures of you two together. You weren’t hiding each other, you loved each other, you just had no reason to tell tabloids. And you were perfectly happy with that.

Which made it so much worse when various news sites had pictures of you two holding hands. Had they been anyone else you would’ve thought they were cute, walking along the South Beach oceanside at night.

Pete had been in the SNL studio all day when the pictures were released, while you were in his apartment, trying your best to focus on the photoset in front of you. The production team wanted the film to scream “teen romance,” which basically entails subtle pink undertones and a higher saturation. But you couldn’t quite get the coloring right, probably because you weren’t actually focusing on the colors.

You sighed, looking at the time and realizing that Pete won’t be back until sometime after 2am, which was a whole 5 hours away. You let out a huff, pushing away from the desk and making your way to Pete’s closet and searching for one of his hoodies. They always smelled like him (and weed), so it was a comfort to you.

You crashed onto the bed, finding the phone that you had tossed there a few hours earlier. Turning it on you were surprised by the number of notifications you were getting. You knew the photos had surfaced but you weren’t expecting this.

Your Instagram was blowing up with new follows, likes, and comments. It was kind of exciting at first until you started reading some of the comments.

I mean, we knew he would downgrade from Ari, but this is like… really far down.

This girl really thinks she’s special just bc Pete’s dating her. Hun he could do so much better

Who is she?!? Literally no one.

Someone needs to show her how to dress

That hairstyle is not it honey

Pete Davidson is dating YOU??? He could do sooo much better

Ari was prettier sorry not sorry

The entire comment section on your last post, a picture of you on the set of your latest film, was pretty much the same. There were some nice comments, but a lot of mean ones.

And you couldn’t help it, you couldn’t stop looking at them. It felt so cliché, but it was like all of your deepest insecurities about being with Pete were thrown out on the table.

You knew that Pete had a fairly large following, and that a lot of people had really strong feelings about him. You had expected that if and when your relationship went public you would have a lot of people watching you, scrutinizing you. But you didn’t care because Pete was worth it.

Now you weren’t so sure. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle people talking bad about you, because you definitely could, even if it hurt. You just weren’t expecting the amount of people comparing you to Ariana or saying that Pete could do so much better.

And it only bothered you so much because you felt it too. Your inner demons loved to remind you that Pete had dated Ariana fucking Grande and now he’s dating you. Anyone could see an obvious downgrade.

You turned your phone off and threw it on the opposite side of the bed, trying to think positive thoughts. “I am in control of my own thoughts and emotions. I am catching my negative thoughts and fixing them.” You murmured your therapist’s mantra to yourself, but it was too late. The thoughts had already taken hold of your mind.

Your eyes started to water as you could feel the heavy feeling in your chest set in. You pulled the hood over your head, pulling the straps to hide as much of your face as possible, and pulling your knees to your chest. You laid like that for a while, tears falling as doubts ran through your head. Once you had effectively exhausted your thoughts, you went numb. Your tears had stopped, but you couldn’t move. This wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, but it sure wasn’t pleasurable.

There was a sort of buzzing throughout your body, almost like the feeling when your foot falls asleep, but everywhere. It seemed to block out your sound, as you didn’t hear the basement door open. You only knew that Pete was home when he sat beside you on the bed, pulling the hood off your face.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” He smiled at you. You tried your best to fake one back, but you honestly couldn’t find the energy. Pete pulled you so you were sitting up, back pressed against his front. His arms wrapped around your middle as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “What’s goin on?” He murmured against your skin.

“Did you see them?” You asked, your voice quiet and hoarse.

Pete let out a sigh, “Yeah, I saw them.” He paused, his hold on you getting tighter, like he was making sure you couldn’t leave. “I’m sorry baby. I know you didn’t want it to be a whole big thing.”

You turned your head to face him, “It’s not that. I really don’t mind that people know. We weren’t trying to hide anything.”

He smiled, “Yeah, I know I just- it was nice having this to ourselves.”

He wanted to hide you. He’s embarrassed of you.

Your inner dialogue never seemed to shut up.

You turned away from Pete, trying to hide the tears forming in your eyes. “Yeah.” You whispered.

“What’s wrong, you’re still upset.” He rocked you in his arms, kissing the top of your head. You shrugged in response, not trusting yourself to talk. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

You nodded, leaning further into Pete’s chest. “People found my Instagram.” You murmured, looking down and tracing the arrow tattoo on his hand.

“Whaddya mean? I thought it was public?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

You sighed, wishing you hadn’t said anything. “Yeah, it is. But after all the articles people started following me and shit.”

“I would ask how that’s a problem but I deleted my Instagram so I can’t really talk.” You could tell he was trying to make you feel better, but you couldn’t seem to get out of your haze.

You shook your head, deciding to drop the matter. “It’s not, I’m just being overdramatic.” You sighed, putting on a fake smile and facing him fully. “Wanna watch a movie?” You asked, trying to change the topic.

He gave you the I-know-you’re-bullshitting-me look, which made you look down. “Something’s bothering you, Y/N. And you’re trying to pretend it doesn’t because you think your feelings aren’t valid, but they are.” He tilted his head, trying to meet your eyes that were still trained on the bedsheets below you.

“Where’d you learn that one?” You chuckled half-heartedly.

“Rehab part 2” he smiled, hand coming to your jaw to tilt your head up. “C’mon, talk to me. I wanna help.”

You huffed, moving towards the opposite side of the bed where your phone laid. You opened it, finding your Instagram, and showing him the comments. His eyebrows furrowed as he scrolled through the comments. When he decided he’d had enough he put your phone down, grabbing your waist and lifting you onto his lap so you were essentially straddling him.

He leaned his forehead against your own, your noses touching. “That’s all bullshit, you know that, right?”

You looked down, biting your lip. “Y/N you’re the most amazing, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, okay? I’m in love with you, not anyone else.” Pete’s eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out what was going on in your head.

“I know.” You sighed, “It’s just hard to be with you and not compare myself to her. And then all these people started to do it too, and they kept saying that you could do so much better and you can. So, I dunno I guess I just kind of spiraled.”

Pete captured your lips in a long, passionate kiss. “Y/N. There is literally no better than you. I can’t do better because you are the best woman I have ever loved. “

You pulled Pete in for another kiss. “Thank you, Pete. I love you.”

“I love you too. If this happens again, I want you to call me. I don’t care what I’m doing, I’d drop it all for you.” You smiled, sitting in the arms of the guy you loved. The thoughts didn’t just magically go away, but for a brief moment in time, you were happy.

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