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Eddie hated this and he'd just started.
See, he was so proud when he made it, when he got his first office job. He saw what decades of physical labor did to Wayne's back, his hands, and he wanted to make his uncle proud. So he kept applying and applying and getting ignored and rejected and finally, finally he got a job in a pretty large corporate. Not exactly something prestigious, but hey, it had potential. The experience counted and all that.
He thought maybe workplaces would be different, that the good ol' high school dynamic would fuck off, but no. He was sitting at his desk, trying to fill in paperwork after a taxing phone call, but all he could focus on was whispering from the neighboring cubicle that was ostentatiously loud. He didn't know who sat there yet, the guy had been on vacation for the two weeks Eddie was in the company. From the stuff he was hearing, he was getting introduced anyway and not exactly the way he'd have liked to be.
"Can you believe they actually let him work here?" It was Carol, of course it was, the office gossip and mean girl knockoff. "I mean, he doesn't even look decent! Did you see that hair?" Okay, that hurt. He actually pulled his hair into a neat bun every morning, but you can't please some people. "And he has tattoos, what would our customers think if they actually met him, plus you should have heard the rumors about his past-!"
But just as he was about to slam down the pile of paperwork and either take an extended smoke break or gently ask Carol to go fuck a polar bear, he heard another voice. Bored and wonderfully bitchy.
"That's absolutely fascinating, Carol. Please tell me more, what could this guy possibly have done? It must be something juicy. Did he perhaps fuck his boss during the Christmas party and then lie about it to his boyfriend of five years? Oh wait no. That was you. Silly me."
Eddie had to bite his pencil to stay quiet, but his whole chest hurt by trying to keep the snickering in. And then the offended gasp. "I- you promised you wouldn't-!"
"I didn't promise shit, Carol. You just came to me, cried your eyes out - bad move by the way, invest in some waterproof mascara for god's sake, mascara in wrinkles doesn't good on anyone, and yes, you do have wrinkles - and tried to play the victim. Except I heard your small proposition to the guy before so it didn't really work out. But it's fine, you know," and oooh, the tone was smug, so bored, Eddie loved this guy already, "Tommy saw you as well and had a good time with Nicole to get even. So there's nothing to worry about. Now tell me, what did this horrible Eddie Munson do to summon wrath of such a righteous woman such as yourself?"
Eddie heard a sharp sound as Carol got up from the desk. "Fuck you, Steve Harrington," she spat out and sped past Eddie's seat. He just gave her a small salute.
When the sound of high heels faded, Eddie leaned over the cubicle wall and knocked to draw the guy's attention. And yeah, maybe he was a little bit biased because he'd just obliterated a textbook definition of a shrew, but this Steve was fucking gorgeous, light brown eyes looking at him, a smug smirk tugging at his lips.
"Oh hi," said Steve and offered his hand, shaking Eddie's. "Sorry for that. I'm Steve Harrington and whatever deepest, darkest secrets you're hiding, I don't care, I'm pretty sure I've heard them all. What did you do? Shave your head in school? Join a cult? Cut dolls apart and chant hail Satan?"
That had Eddie laughing again, but he still had an introduction to make. A proper one. "Nice to meet you, Steve. Eddie Munson, and I'm worse than your darkest nightmares. I sometimes wear socks in sandals."
Steve's eyebrow twitched. "Oh, Carol was right, you are a monster!" he muttered. "Speaking of monsters..." His head leaned to the side, towards Carol who was angrily carrying her coffee mug, her mascara running again.
Before he could catch himself, Eddie leaned over the wall and whispered as loudly as he could muster. "Can you believe some people wear dotted dresses with stripes on their stockings? We can't all be born with taste, I guess...tragic."
And again, maybe Eddie was just biased, but Steve's laughter was so pretty that it actually made dealing with Carol's bullshit worth it.
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thefantasyden · 1 month
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Burst Your Bubble
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Pairing: Chris Bang x F Reader
Genre: SMUT, FLUFF
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Warnings: Phone sex, swearing, dirty talk
Word Count: 2881
Summary: Chris never meant to use bubble for something like this, but he could never get you out of his head.
(This is shamelessly self indulgent)
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He knew it was wrong. He had known it was wrong from the second he hit send.
Well, really, he had known it was wrong the second he saved the link to your instagram.
It was honest curiosity at first. A random bubble subscriber sending him their instagram username, the messaged that followed suit reading "omg let's be moots bae 💅🏻" had very obviously been meant for comedic effect.
Something about it just piqued his interest. It was practically autopilot when he typed the username into the search bar of his browser, carefully switching to his private account before clicking on your profile.
It would be a complete lie if he said he hasn't been hooked since. You were stunning, with the kind of smile that stirred something deep in his stomach that he didn't even know he was able to feel anymore and was so much better when you messaged him in a way that could have easily convinced anyone reading that you had been friends for years.
It didn't take long for him to find himself actively searching for your response to his bubble messages, checking your instagram profile almost daily out of fear of missing an update. He's sure he hasn't missed sending a single "how was your day?" Message since he took interest in you, though he'd deny that they were for you every time Felix taunted him about his secret obsession.
When you weren't sending him random updates about your day, your messages were a toss up between flirtatious or dramatic, merging into a healthy combination of "I would actually suffocate you" and "I will beg for you right now I swear" when he teased spoilers for upcoming projects.
He tries to convince himself that it's completely innocent when he finds himself on the app at 11pm, his text far more suggestive than anyone could deem necessary (even for him). He swears it was just meant to be another day of teasing Stay. His eagerly sent messages absolutely were not holding a tiny glimmer of hope that you might see them and flush red at his words.
He hadn't expected to find himself quite so worked up at the time he started his seemingly solo conversation, unable to stop the tension from building in his body as he read through the replies. Something about the effect he had on people had a way of sending his blood rushing rapidly away from his brain.
Endless filthy thoughts were swirling in his head, their intensity amplified beyond salvation the second his eyes locked on your response to his the shirtless picture he had sent of him 'resting' in bed, your phone number written clear as day alongside "come fall in love with me 😘".
You, of course, had never expected him to actually see anything you said. Hell, you had subscribed to this silly app out of pure curiosity when your friend mentioned their 'bias' was an unbearable flirt! You didn't know he'd be so deliciously tempting.
It had become a comfortable routine for you to check his messages after work, happily spilling any gossip that you had acquired during your day. You thought he must have been a pro with the fan service considering how perfectly his messages always seemed to align with yours. It was almost like texting your best friend.
You were in the middle of brushing your teeth when you received his text. You had swiped the notification off your screen when you saw it, thinking a random "hey..." from an unsaved number must have come from an old fling of some sort.
You'd already begun to settle in to bed when a second text came through, the same unknown number lighting up your screen.
"Actually nevermind. Ignore that."
It was strange, to say the least. You hadn't had a hookup in what must have been well over 6 months and were sure none of them would have been dumb enough to reach out to you for a booty call.
"Uhhh hi. I dont have this number?"
His brain is running 100 miles a minute when he registers that you've responded. Should he tell you? Would you even believe him?
Realistically, the worst that could happen was that you didn't believe him. If that was the case, he would finally be able to move past his infatuation with you.
"Yeaaaah I'd hope not? It's Chris...."
Chris? You don't recall meeting a Chris. You're positive the only Chris you know of is Bang.
You snort out loud at the idea, an even louder laugh following at the sound you'd just made. This would make a great bubble message.
You open the app, quickly typing out your message before hitting send. "Someone just messaged me saying their name was Chris. Maybe I'm being watched 😂."
He really should have ignored you, and he knows that. Unfortunately for reason and logic, It was truly the perfect opportunity, and there wasn't enough space in his mind right now to be thinking about the consequences of his actions.
"Yeah, that would be me. Ready to fall in love with you I guess :P"
Startled? Terrified? It's possible there wasn't a word in existence that could accurately describe the feeling that ran through your body as you threw your phone down on your sheets. Maybe your delusion had finally caught up with you and you were one breath away from suffocation.
"I beg your finest fucking pardon????"
He gets a good giggle at that. Did you always swear this much? He's almost ashamed of the way his mind immediately wanders to the question of if you'd swear like that in bed. What would your voice sound like when you moaned the word at a barely audible whisper? God, he's practically vibrating when he replies, feeling slightly more confident than he did before.
"Do you always swear like that?"
The scoff you release is indignant, the hand on your chest vibrating with the force as the panic flowing through you eases for just a second before returning with a brutal vengeance when you register that IF this really was him, he's seen some severely unhinged content.
Your panic is combined with embarrassment as your fingers move rapidly across your keyboard.
"JESUS CHRIST HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW?!"
"Enough to be surprised that Sam wasn't fired a month ago?"
Your scream is audible and your face is flushed.
Your coworker Sam had been caught forging signatures a month ago, and you clearly remember the bubble rant you'd sent, thinking nothing of it at the time.
"I really shouldn't have done this... I'm really sorry!"
He's freaking himself out now, thoughts racing of how confused you must be. Did you think he was creepy? Oh god. Would he never hear from you again?
"UM??? I think the fuck not. You know all my secrets??? I will hold you hostage???"
You're hoping it eases the tension and doesn't sound like an actual threat, unable to help the slight ache you feel in your chest at the idea that you might miss this opportunity.
"Can I call?"
You beat him to it, hitting the call button before your rational brain was able to talk you out of it.
It only rings once before you hear that he's answered, but the silence is defeaning. You're both too scared to speak and it takes a full minute for you to work up the courage, understanding that this is much higher risk for the man on the other line.
"I've never had a stalker before." You laugh nervously, silently begging your voice to stay stable.
It works well and the tension is easing when you hear an airy laugh in response. Chris is practically giddy at the sound of your voice and in the back of his thoughts he notes that it's just as dangerous for his heart as he'd imagined.
"I'm not a stalker." You can hear the slight pout on the end of his words, sitting in the silence before he speaks again, much quieter this time. "I have been following your Instagram for a while though..."
The confidence boost is immediate when you register what he's said, and your response comes almost too naturally.
"Oh shit. You must want me reaaaal bad huh!"
You miss the way his breath catches, the word 'yes' being far too quiet to be caught by his microphone.
His anxiety quickly shifts back to a gnawing hunger when he realises that you aren't hanging up. Better, he can hear you shifting in your bed, the sound of your sheets ruffling around you. It's hard for him to avoid his focus shifting to the idea of what you might be wearing, but he does his best. Or at least, that's what he tells himself.
"If following you means I want you then you must be pretty obsessed with me, hm?"
You register the words as a challenge, considering that your quick wit and undeniable charm was something you took immense pride in.
"Maybe I do, big boy." You hear the cracks in his voice this time, and you'd be embarrassed on his behalf if you weren't occupied with the burn of desire that was sparking deep inside your stomach.
"Fuck..." he can't decide if he hopes you can or cannot hear the strain in the word, his hands resting dangerously close to the waistband of his briefs.
"Your voice is really pretty..."
An annoyed whine melts directly into his brain, sending bolts of sheer lust through every fibre of his body and he's desperate to hear more of it.
"Oh, shut the fuck up! That was so corny!"
"Watch your mouth."
Neither of you know where the sudden demanding tone has come from and he's just as surprised as you are, a nervous chuckle falling upon deaf ears as you replay the line in your head.
"Sorry... that was kind of-"
"Hot." You interrupt, your own hands beginning to wander while you begin mulling through your options silently. You've never been particularly difficult to work up and, as thoughts of his earlier messages flood your mind, all sense of caution slips right out of it.
"You must be pretty worked up today, huh?"
The teasing tone of your words fans the flames, the fact that you were actually flirting with him right now quite literally being his dream manifesting.
"You could say that..."
There's a subtle hesitation in him and it's easy for you to sense.
"Yeah? Poor thing. Bet you could use some relief..."
The groan you hear is so clear that you could have sworn it came from beside you, your fingers immediately trailing down to your underwear in search of what felt like urgently needed pressure.
"I could help you if you wanted."
The pulse of his heart racing can be felt in every inch of his body and he briefly wonders if he's going mad. His dick throbs at his touch, and he's bucking into his hand as his grip tightens over the thin material that confines it.
"Fuck... God this is breaking so many rules..."
He feels out of control at this point. It had been literal years since he'd done anything with another person, his trust issues overflowing like lava the second he'd ever dared to entertain the idea. So why was it so easy to lose control with you?
"Hey, we dont have to. If you want to stop you can hang up and I'll delete your number like nothing ever happened."
Your voice is laced with genuine concern and your chest tightens at the idea of making him uncomfortable. You'd spent so much time unknowingly being vulnerable with the man that to know it was all real made the fear of losing it too intense to bear.
"Chris?"
"I'm here baby."
Baby. Where did that come from? He's never called anyone baby before, with the exception of his younger members... It's hard for him to tell if he likes the way it feels or if he likes the dreamy moan that it's met with.
"Well shit..." There's more shuffling on your end along with a few curses before he can hear your steady breathing again.
"I'm so fucking hard." The grip around his cock is firmer now and whatever thread was keeping him tied to reality snaps the second he hears the barely there sound of a whimper as your fingers find your clit.
"You sound so pretty baby." Breathless words are almost a growl as he pictures how your face might look right now.
"Sounds like I'm not the only one in need of some relief."
"Shit. Yeah... its been a minute..."
You're embarrassed to admit it, but the way Chris coos at you makes it so hard to worry about anything other than the pleasure that courses through you when your fingers dance closer to your dripping hole.
"Yeah? What, nobody could get you off?" He's genuinely curious, and the pang of pride mixed with jealousy when you respond with a quiet 'yeah' is something he can't concern himself with right now.
"Kinda weird really..." a laugh follows briefly, interrupted by a high pitched moan that has Chris stroking his thick cock faster.
"I don't... yeah, I've never been this horny before." It's so certain when you say it. Nothing has ever turned you on as much as knowing that the man you'd been not-so-silently craving was currently getting off to the sound of you.
"What the fuck?" The man has to take a deep breath to steady himself. Why did that make him so angry...
"I wouldn't be able to fuck you without making you come at least twice."
Just the idea of you falling apart with his hand around your throat and his fingers pressed deep inside of you pushes him closer to the edge, the image he creates in his mind mixing torturously with the thoughts of what your hands would look like wrapped around him, his own moans and pants getting louder.
"Need it."
You're lost in pleasure at this point, your phone dropped beside your head as your fingers thrust into your cunt, your other hand rubbing circles on your clit.
"Need what, baby?"
"Need your cock. Fuck... it's probably thick isn't it? Bet it'd fill me so fucking well."
You're both surprised at the sudden change in your demeanour, but you're so overwhelmed by how good everything feels that you can't stop the desperation from bubbling up into your pitiful words.
"I'd be so good for you Chris. Promise I'd take it so well for you."
"You're gonna fucking kill me."
He's thrusting up into his hand at this point, fucking his fist and imagining what it might be like to fuck your greedy cunt instead. Its not cockiness that makes him sure he could have you begging for him. If he tried hard enough, he could probably get you addicted to being fucked by him.
You'd guessed well, and he knows the thickness of his cock would be such an incredible sight pressing deep inside of you. He can hear the sound of your fingers thanks to how obscenely soaked you were, silently praying he might get a chance to see it himself one day.
"You're so good for me baby. I know you'd take me so fucking well. You'd let me use that pretty pussy, huh? Let me fuck you nice and deep the way you deserve? God I wanna make you feel so good baby. Wanna see you fucked dumb on my cock. You'll let me do that for you, right? Let me worship that pretty pussy?"
Moans are flowing free and unashamed and you're chanting his name like a prayer, something that he's trying desperately to bookmark in his brain for later use.
"Wanna come. Please! Fuck, can I please? I need it, please!"
He's never heard something so sinful, seconds away from his own high.
"Please. Fuck. Come for me baby, wanna hear you."
Your moans become choked, your pussy clenching around your fingers as you grind your hips down into your hand. Your orgasm hits you so hard that you think you might have blacked out, only just hearing the breathless moans of your own name as Chris comes harder than he thinks he ever has before, thick white ropes painting his chest and stomach.
There's nothing to be heart but panted breaths for a long few minutes, both of you almost drifting to sleep before you fully register what has happened, a wave of embarrassment hitting you.
"I should probably let you go clean up..." Your voice is small, and he'd have easily missed it if he wasn't so intently tuned in to it, the idea that you might think this was all he wanted filling him with an aching need to hide you in his arms and provide you with all the reassurance you could ever ask for.
"Oh... yeah... you can hang up if you want to..."
Neither of you move and you hear shuffling on his end before his voice becomes clearer.
"Or we could both go shower and then maybe you can teach me about that show you've been talking about for the last 3 weeks?"
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goldsainz · 9 months
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HIS LUCKY CHARM — one shot.
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pairing: lando norris x reader
MASTERLIST.
summary: lando is disappointed you can’t make it to his home race, only to be surprised at the end.
request: “Hi! Could you write something about Lando and reader when she surprise him on race day. Lando is sad when she told can't do this on his home race bc something important with her work but after all she appears on Sunday on track. He is more than happy with that and archive good resolut be she is his lucky charm”
warnings: teeny tiny bit of angst, a probably not accurate depiction of the garage
NOTE: WHAT A RACE!! loved the lando+lewis podium, also oscar was great 🫶 anyway, to celebrate have this little thing, thank you sm for requesting bc this inspired me a lot (you kinda manifested the good result???) i added a shameless cameo in there, i just couldnt help myself! (the ending is rushed, ignore it😁)
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“I’m so sorry, Lando.” Is what you say to your boyfriend when you have to break the bad news to him.
“It’s okay.” His face breaks into a broken smile, with glossy eyes he holds your hands and brushes his thumbs up and down your palms.
“I’ll still tune in.” 
“I know.”
“I’ll be rooting for you.” 
“I know.”
You take your hands from his hold, and place them around his neck. You watch as his right posture lightly relaxes at your touch. 
“I don’t wanna miss it. You know I don’t.” 
You wish your job wasn’t as demanding as it was, that it didn’t make you fly to another country in the middle of your boyfriend’s home Grand Prix. But it does. And you’re not sure how to handle the emotional stress it inflicts on you both, and you sure hope it doesn’t affect him in a way that will mess up his race.
“And if I could make it, I would.” 
“It’s alright. It’s your job, I know it’s not your fault.” Even though Lando’s words seem reassuring, and he means them with his whole heart; you still feel guilty. 
With that, he stands up and makes his way to the kitchen of your shared apartment. You watch him leave, and with a heavy heart start to pack whatever stuff you need for your trip. It destroys you to see him sad so close to his home race, a time where he should be joyous, only worried about the car and nothing more. 
You’re not sure how you’re going to make it up to him, but you will.
Somehow.
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You were being a little secretive, and you were sure Lando definitely noticed. 
Your boss and you had managed to come to an arrangement which allowed you to be present for the race. It would all be very tight in timing, but nothing that couldn’t be accomplished. It involved a lot of overworking the days before, but it was very much worth it.
You could already imagine the face Lando would make when he finally saw you. Whether he got a good result or not, there was no doubt you wanted to be there with him. 
It took a lot of care for you to arrive at the paddock almost incognito, with fans already speculating why you weren't at his home race. Thankfully no break-up rumours had surfaced, but there were a couple hurtful ones that made you want to be present even more. 
But you knew that no matter how much Lando acted like he was oblivious to what happened around him, his silly act was simply that; an act. You didn't like keeping secrets from him, it felt wrong to have to blatantly lie to him whilst everyone around him knew something he didn't. Still, it would all work out in the end.
Lando’s family had been so happy to see you in the paddock. His grandma (who adored you) hugged you as tightly as she could, quickly bidding you goodbye when you told her you had to go to the garage quickly to get prepared for the race. 
There was no doubt that the tingly feeling of nerves creeped up on you the moment you spotted all the engineers and people moving around, getting everything that needed to be set up wrapped up so the race could go smoothly. Zak was already at the pit wall, and Lando was sitting in his car ready for the formation lap to begin. 
At the garage you spotted Florence Pugh, who had a McLaren headset on. You had seen her on the paddock, but wasn't aware of the fact that she had come to the race invited by McLaren. You tried not to freak out, you saw celebrities almost everywhere when you came to races or went out with Lando. Still, the actress had a special place in your heart.
It took a little of hyping yourself up, and confidence to walk up to her, but you did. You would be sharing the garage for an hour and a half, the least you could do is socialise a little. 
“Hi! I’m Y/N.” You said to Florence watching her turn around with a smile on her face.
“Hello!” She says, greeting you like you were an old friend. “I’m Florence”
“You’re a McLaren fan?” 
“Honestly, I’m more of a Lewis fan.” She said with a laugh, keeping ehr voice just loud enough so you could hear her.
“I get that. I mean, who isn’t?” 
The conversation flowed for a little more until the race was about to start. You excused yourself and moved to an area closer to the screen, where you could watch Lando close-up. You loved being in the garage because of the different screens and the attention to their drivers, that allowed you to experience the race in different ways.
Your headset was adjusted and you were awaiting the moment where David Croft would say it’s lights out. Your knee was slightly bouncing, but you tried your best to contain the nerves. 
“It lights out and away we go!” Exclaims David Croft, his voice echoing through the garage.
You watch as Lando has a great start, and it takes about a second for him to take the lead. You hear the roar of the crowd before you can even react.
“Yes! Go Lando!” You scream, your voice doesn't make anyone flinch because everyone around you has the same reaction. It is a sight to behold, a moment you are more than grateful to see live. 
“I can’t believe it.” Someone next to you says, and you can't help but smile. 
It is no secret how badly the season started for McLaaren. You watched Lando’s smile waver more than once, his faith in the team never wavering, but still. He was rightfully let down by the performance of the adr,a dn you had to reassure him multiple times that it wasn't his fault. Because he was doing the best that he could with what he had. 
So now, seeing him get to this moment, is absolutely deserved.
A couple of laps go by and Max takes the lead for your boyfriend. There is disappointment in the atmosphere, but everyone knows that P2 is a miracle and that Lando is doing absolutely great work out there. They all know how great it would be to have him finish in that position, especially since Oscar is P3. 
Getting a podium in Silverstone would mean the world to Lando, Which is why you're worried about what will happen when they pit. Whatever strategy they choose will determine if Lando gets podium or not, and you will not pretend to really know what happens or how they come up with strategies, but you hope that they dont mess up his race because of wrong timing or choose the wrong tyres. 
As you watch his car race, you suddenly see on the screen that one of the Haas cars has come to a halt. A safety car is deployed, which means a couple of cars will choose to change tyres. The whole garage groans when Lewis’s car comes out in front of Oscar’s after he pits, now challenging Lando’s position.
It’s like you can’t breathe between those laps that Lando and Lewis battle for P2. Everyone is at the edge of their seats watching them race against the other, and you hope that this doesn't end up running both their races. The last thing anyone wants is for them to crash, because going from that position to a DNF would result in disappointment for everyone involved.
“Come on, Lando! Come on!” You scream, your palms intertwined in front of you as you watch him fight for his position. 
Thankfully, Lando manages to maintain his standing and leaves Lewis behind him for good. The hard compound tyres he was pitted for are giving him a tough time, you know that it is not ideal. Not when he could've lost his position, but with just 10 laps to go your faith in him is over the roof. 
You’re on twitter, refreshing your timeline to see if there is anything you missed. The fans are so enthusiastic, their comments make you smile. Even if there are people out there who don't like Lando, there are even more who love him and want nothing but the best for him. 
You watch as Florence is escorted out of the garage since she will be waving the flag. You watch her face light up in excitement, and in all her excitement she still waves at you. You don't waste a second in waving right back at her, turning your head right after to the screens.
The moment Lando crosses the finish line the McLaren garage erupts in cheers. You hug whoever is next to you, a teary smile pulling at your lips. You cannot help the tears that fall down your face, you usually don't get that emotional during a race, but this is his home race and he is on the podium. If there is any time to cry, this is it. 
You are almost running to the barriers, waiting for the moment that Lando steps out of his car and goes to celebrate with the team. You are wearing his merch, something that will surely stand out to him, enough that in his podium haze he will spot you. 
He goes up to the team, his helmet now long gone, and that is when he sees you.
You who told him you couldn't make it, are suddenly there. 
In a flash he moves in front of you. You cannot tell him anything because in an instant he is grabbing you, squeezing you so tight he lifts you up from the ground in excitement, you giggle right in his ear and he is sure that that is the most beautiful sound he will ever hear. He is careful not to take the barrier with him, not wanting a warning from the stewards.
After a couple seconds you pull back slightly enough to see his face. Your hands waste no time in grabbing his face and placing his lips right over  yours. Lando reacts almost immediately, melting right into the kiss, the adrenaline from the race still pumping through his veins. You can hear some cameras click, and the cheer from some people, but you ignore it.
You have to pull back eventually, not because you want to, but because there is so much to say and not enough time, not to forget the fact that he has yet to go to the podium.
“I cannot believe you’re here.” He whispers right over your lips, his sticky forehead pressed against yours.
“I couldn’t miss this.” You say, watching as his lips pull into a grin.
“I was pretty cool out there, wasn't I?” You snort at his words, separating from him but his hands never leave your waist.
“Oscar was really cool.” His grip on your waist tightens, “I haven’t properly congratulated him yet, actually.”
Someone from the team says something to him, you're sure they're telling him to wrap your conversation up because he has to go up to the podium. 
“You were great out there.” You tell him, your eyes holding all the sincerity in the world. You watch his gaze soften at your words, and he places a quick peck as he finally lets you out of his hold.
“Of course I was,” You shake your head at his smugness, “My lucky charm was here.”
You cannot help the tears that well up in your eyes at the softness of his words. You know that the celebrations and compliments are not over, but for now they are. You step back a little from the barrier, seeing as he is rushed to the podium and joins his fellow drivers on the steps. 
You smile up at him, watching as he grabs the champagne. He moves it around a little and then hits it against the ground, effectively bringing back the iconic champagne spike he does whenever he is on the podium. 
Lando sprays it everywhere, and you're almost sure a little hits you. Your theory is confirmed when he is smiling widely at you, like a kid caught doing something he should but isn't the least bit sorry. You laugh at his antics, which in turn makes him smile even wider (which you're not sure how it's even possible). 
When the champagne runs out, his gaze catches yours once more. You mouth an “I love you” to him, watching from afar as he blushes. A second after he returns the sentiment, mouthing it back and blowing you a kiss.
You thank your boss in your head for letting you be here with him, because if you hadn't been here with him you would've sure felt horrible for it. 
After all, Lando needs his lucky charm with him and you're more than happy to oblige to his wishes.
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mrsbrookemunson · 1 year
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I've seen a few stories about the reader being Eddie's secret admirer but what about the other way around? Eddie is your secret admirer and leaves you little notes in your locker. He praises you and encourages you-- maybe a little pick-me-up when you're feeling down. Occasionally he'll slip small gifts into your backpack. Anything to see you smile :)
I love this idea. This is going to be a little self-indulgent, not gonna lie.
Warnings: TOOTH. ROTTING. FLUFF. a lil angst, insecure reader, no use of pronouns, no use of 'y/n', Eddie's a little bit of an idiot, very low-key stalker!Eddie, Robin, mentions of unrequited feelings (it's rumored he likes Chrissy), not proofread so most likely grammar and spelling errors (sorry)
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Eddie Munson was absolutely enamored by you. He didn't quite know what it was that drew him to you. You weren't part of the popular crowd, you only had your small group of friends, and you always seemed to be so... self-conscious - or so he noticed.
Maybe that was where he got the idea in the first place.
He noticed you were especially quiet one day. Head down, headphones over your ears as you wrote seamlessly in your journal. He wondered what you were writing about, what you were listening to, and why you had a small frown etched onto your face.
Had someone said something to you?
You suddenly raised your hand.
His head snapped forward.
Had you caught him staring? Were you going to say something? Humiliate him? He pictured a thousand ways this could go.
"May I go to the restroom, please?" you asked, timidly.
But, that wasn't one of them.
"Quickly please..." the teacher granted.
You got up and walked out of the classroom. Eddie glanced over at your journal, a pen in between the pages, bookmarking where you left off. He bit his lip, concentrating on something before a lightbulb lit up in his mind. He glimpsed at the teacher than at the door before ripping a small piece of paper out of his notebook. His tongue ever-so-slightly poked out as he scribbled down something in a hurry before leaning over to slip it in between the pages of your journal.
The bell rang right when you stepped back into the classroom, giving Eddie the perfect opportunity to leave undetected. He smoothly slipped passed you, your shoulders brushing each other's. It sent sparks up through his body. The feeling lingered and he couldn't wipe the smile off his face.
He wanted to watch your reaction, but that would risk giving him away. He forced himself away, already planning his next plan of action.
You on the other hand were in shock.
Good job on the test. I saw you got an A. You're too smart for the rest of this school... and too pretty. - Love, your secret admirer <3
Your eyebrows furrowed a little. Neither one of this person's statements were necessarily true. There were people way prettier than you here, not to mention smarter. But, nonetheless it was nice to hear. It brought a smile to your face, but it slowly fell.
Surely, this is a joke.
You were surprised to say the least the next morning when you opened your locker and a note fluttered down, out and onto the floor. You leaned down to pick it up and carefully looked around whilst standing upright. You unfolded the piece of paper.
Did I mention you were pretty in my last note? I did't mean to sound creepy - not to say you aren't pretty because you are very pretty, I could stare at you all day. Don't read that. - Love, your secret, not creepy, admirer :)
You giggled at the slight awkwardness the writing held. It was almost endearing. Key word: Almost. You still couldn't help but think this was some kind of joke.
"What's that?" Robin asked, pointing to the note in your hand.
"Wha-oh nothing!" You stuck it in your pocket.
"Oooo, does someone have a secret admirer?" she teased
"What?! No, that's-that's silly," you denied "It was just trash, something from an old assignment."
"Uh huh, sure."
"Robin!" you scolded, annoyed. "I'm being serious."
She put her hands up in surrender. "Whatever. You. Say."
You rolled your eyes, as the two of you began to walk side-by-side to your first period.
"But, if it is a secret admirer, who do you think it is? Who do you want it to be?"
"Look." You stopped walking, cuing Robin to also stop. "Even if it is something, it's probably a joke. One of the jocks playing some cruel prank on me." You glanced behind you and saw none other than Eddie Munson standing there staring at you. You smiled when you met his eyes.
His eyes widened a slight blush creeping up onto his cheeks, as he rushed off.
Robin caught the interaction. "What was that all about?" she asked, excitedly.
"Nothing!"
"What if it's him?"
"Who? Eddie?"
"Yes, Eddie!"
You shook your head. "No. That can't be possible, wasn't it rumored he liked Chrissy a couple of months ago?" You started to walk again.
"Firstly, that was a couple of months ago, and secondly, it was 'rumored'. It was never confirmed."
"Doesn't sound unreasonable to me," you said, not trying to sound too upset. "Guys like Eddie, don't like girls like me."
"You want it to be him, don't you?"
"Forget it, it's not important. What is important is the Econ test."
Robin groaned loudly, reluctantly stepping into the classroom. You turned back to where Eddie was previously standing and with a loud sigh you entered the classroom.
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Eddie's eyes were glued to you in the cafeteria. You were cheerfully talking to Robin about something and his heart couldn't help but flutter at the way your eyes lit up. What he'd give to be able to talk with you, and listen to that sweet voice of yours for hours.
He watched, intently, as your eyes suddenly caught your reflection on something. He saw the way you slumped before attempting to sit up more. The grimace on your face growing more evident by the second.
Why the Hell were you looking at the love of his life that way?
He ripped out a piece of paper and wrote something down. Standing up, he stormed out of the cafeteria and to your locker where he slipped the note in. He scanned his surroundings and saw no one around to ruin the secret before it had really even started. Whistling, as he goes to his locker. He opened it when a note fell from it. He picked it up and read it.
Meet me in the woods at 12:15 tomorrow. Bring whatever you have. - C.C.
C.C.? His eyes widened in realization.
Chrissy Cunningham wants to do a drug deal?
You smiled, softly, when you saw your secret admirer had left you yet another note.
No matter what you think, you look absolutely beautiful today - and everyday. I like you in blue. - Love, your secret admirer <3
You felt as though you were in a daze. You looked down at your blue sweater which - until now - you felt like a blimp in. Guess, whoever your secret admirer is thought otherwise. You bite your lip and tucked the note in between the pages of your journal where you'd keep - like all the rest of them - it there for safe keeping.
"Anymore love letters?" Robin asked, scaring you.
"Don't do that!" You put a hand over your heart as if it'd help slow it down from its rapid pace. "Yeah, if you consider them love letters."
"Do you want me to try to help you figure them out?"
"If you say-"
"I'll start. Eddie."
"Robin!" You slam your locker and walk away. "It's not him."
"Talk to him, be friendly, see what happens-hey, I might be right!"
"That would be the first."
"Hey!" She grabbed your shoulder to stop you. "I know it's really hard to be brave because you're scared of what the outcome could be, but think about it-if this person is being genuine, you might have something really special here."
You sigh. "I'll think about it, okay?"
Robin grins, widely. "Now, start with Eddie."
You roll your eyes. "Fine, but only to get you off my back, and cross him off the list."
It can't be him, it's impossible.
You sat down at your usual seat, now being awkwardly aware it's next to Eddie's seat. You pull out your journal, smiling when you see the note previous notes you've received. You turn back to your backpack to grab your pen but are surprised to see that there is a new set of pens next to your pencil bag. You pull it out and observe it. They were nice, really nice. One in blue, pink, red, black, orange, green, and purple. A note attached to them.
Thought you might like these since you write so much. I noticed you color code things sometimes so I bought you a couple of different colors to give you some options. Hope you like them - Love, your secret - now broke - admirer.
You laugh, pleasantly surprised. You remembered leaving your backpack on a chair in the cafeteria that morning while you used the bathroom. You tend to forget to go at home due oversleeping, leading to the frantic rush of trying to get ready in time.
Eddie perked up hearing the sound of your laughter beside him making him look over. His breath hitched in his throat - you liked his note, you liked him present, you were liking him. He cleared his throat. "What's that you got?"
You froze for a moment. "Huh?" You looked at Eddie.
He pointed toward the note. "Got a secret admirer or something?"
You bit back a smile. "Something like that." You couldn't hide your giddiness.
Eddie found it absolutely adorable. "Any ideas of who it is?"
"Nope, not a clue." You narrowed your eyes at him. "Wouldn't be you, would it?"
Eddie nearly choked, but he somehow held his composure. "Sorry, sweetheart, but it is not."
You shrugged, not even noticing the slip of the pet name in his answer. "I figured."
He gave you a confused expression. "You-you figured?"
"Well, yeah, everyone knows you-" you leaned closer toward him. "You like Chrissy," you whispered.
He gaped at you. "Chrissy?"
"Yeah."
"Where on Earth did you hear that?"
"People were talking about it a couple of months ago. Don't tell me it's not true."
His posture straightened. "What if I told you it wasn't?"
You weakly smiled. "I'd call you a liar," you replied, softly. Paying attention to the teacher as she started the class.
It made it so you didn't catch the way Eddie sunk further into his seat.
What had he done?
That was his chance to tell you how he felt, and he blew it.
Chrissy Cunningham?
Now, all he thought about for the rest of class was the fact that he was having a drug deal with his so-called 'crush' tomorrow in the woods.
Wasn't it obvious he was in love with you?
The answer is no, no it wasn't because if it was maybe you would've already pulled the plug and ask him out, but you hadn't and you wouldn't especially not after his lack of denial for liking Chrissy Cunningham.
Robin was wrong.
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"You were wrong," you said to Robin, passing by her quickly in the hallway.
It was the next day, the bell for the lunch period had rung just a few seconds ago and you were briefly explaining your avoidance to your best friend.
"But, I'm never wrong!" she claimed in a shout over the crowd. "He's lying!"
You rolled your eyes, leaving the hustle and bustle of students going to the cafeteria. You needed to be alone. Alone in your thoughts, where it's just you and your journal... and maybe a few tears.
Because though Robin may have been wrong about it being Eddie, she wasn't wrong about you wanting it to be Eddie. You had gotten a note from your secret admirer yesterday before school ended saying,
I know you don't know who I am, but I need you to know I like you... a lot. And I know we don't talk that much, but I want to, because you are so amazing and why wouldn't I want to be with you? Who wouldn't want to be with you? Everyday I question myself on why I haven't bit the bullet yet and asked you out and it's because I'm afraid. Of how you'd react, of how others would react, and I don't want to risk having you hate me. Which I doubt you would anyways because you're you, the nicest person I've ever spoken to. So, please, give me time to work up the courage, don't give up on me, I don't think I could take it. I'm done now, maybe this scared you off - probably scared you off... um... bye- your secret admirer.
You thought back to how your heart squeezed as you read every word. You wished you knew who it was, so you could put their mind at peace. So, you could put your mind at peace.
You found yourself in the woods, setting your stuff down on the wooden table that was placed in the most secluded part of the area. Hardly no one goes out there. It was a place you could allow yourself to pace around and think things through.
Who is it?
That was the number one question. You attempted to conjure a mental list of possible candidates but you always drew a blank every time you tried.
Who would ever like-
You screamed as your back collided into something behind you. You spun around.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Eddie chuckled, holding out a hand.
"Eddie? Wh-what are you doing out here?"
"Confidential," he said, analyzing your overall physical presence. "You okay?" he asked.
"Define 'okay'." You dryly laugh, sitting down at the table.
He frowned and sat across from you, setting his metal lunchbox next to your stuff. "You want to tell me about it? Or do I have to guess?"
You rest your forearms on the table. "Do you ever feel like-like you don't fit in?"
He looked taken aback. "On-like-a daily basis," he answered, a wide smile taking over his face, directed toward you. "You forget you're talking to 'the freak', sweetheart."
You groaned softly.
That made his smile falter. "Why d'you ask?"
You shrugged, suddenly your hands become fascinating as you stared at them fidgeting. "Guess I haven't been feeling-" You cleared your throat, "-great about myself lately, that's all?"
He propped himself up slightly on the table. "Something happen?"
"More like someone." You glanced up at him to gauge at his expression. It held concern. You carelessly threw your hands up. "You know that admirer I spoke about the other day?"
He nodded, slowly. "Yeah."
"I've been wracking my mind trying to figure out who it is, and I just... can't. Sometimes I believe I'm a little unlovable at times."
"What?!" he blurted. "Sweetheart, that's not true, you are so lovable!"
You grew very confused by his sudden outburst, but he didn't seem to catch on as he continued.
He stood up and walked over to your side of the table to sit next to you. To have your full attention. "You are smart, funny, talented and so, so beautiful." Your heart skipped a beat. "God, who wouldn't want to be with you?"
Your eyes shot up to meet his. "What did you say?"
"Huh?" He tilted his head. "You-you didn't hear any of that?"
"No-yes! I mean what did you say at the end?"
"Who wouldn't want to be with you?" he repeated unsure.
Why wouldn't I want to be with you? Who wouldn't want to be with you? You recalled from the note.
"Eddie?" you called out in the same tone as his previous one.
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to ask you this one last time, and I want you to tell me the truth." You took in a deep breath. "Are you the person who has been writing to me?"
He suddenly turned pale. His eyes nervously flickered away from yours. "Ummm..." He couldn't seem to form any words. "Maybe-well-I-um..."
You shifted a little closer to him.
His eyes moved back to focus on you and how close you've gotten. "Hi," he whispered, taking in every single inch of your face. Every flaw and imperfection.
So goddamn beautiful.
He exhaled shakily. It fanned your face causing your eyes to flutter shut. Both of you gravitating toward each other unknowingly. Your noses barely brushed each others when another voice broke the silence.
"Am I interrupting something?"
You abruptly moved away from Eddie and met the eyes of none other than Chrissy Cunningham. You gaze averted to Eddie who looked rather frantic and disheveled.
"Confidential," he said.
Oh.
"Oh," you said aloud. "No-I-um-I was just leaving." You rapidly gathered your stuff.
Eddie watched helplessly, instinctively reaching out to grab you, to stop you, but you dodged it. He got up to try again, this time he was able to catch your hand, gently grasping it. He leaned toward you. "It's just a drug deal, I swear," he said, lowly. "You have to believe me." His eyes pleaded.
You dared a glimpse at Chrissy. She looked uncomfortable as she scanned her surroundings as if anyone could be watching. At that moment it didn't seem like a lie, but at the same time your mind brought you back to the rumor, and the fact that you didn't know if that was a lie or not.
You formed your lips into a tight-line. "I'll see you around, Eddie," you bit back before pulling away and storming off.
Eddie debated on running after you, but instead he took in a sharp breath before shooting a fake smile at Chrissy. "So... let's get started, shall we?"
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Your foot tapped against the tiled floors. Peering straight in front of you, not really paying attention to the lesson. How could you when you felt Eddie's eyes on you the entire time next to you? From your peripheral vision you saw Eddie writing something down on a sheet of paper. He slid his foot over to nudge yours, trying to get your attention to take the paper out of his hands.
The devil won the argument in this case as you carefully grabbed it and set it down on your desk.
Can we talk, please?
After reading it, you grabbed your pen and wrote back.
What is there to talk about?
You handed him back the sheet of paper without looking at him. You heard him sigh loudly along with a scribble of something. He pushed the paper back into your hands.
I need you to know the full story. Five minutes? That's all I'm asking for.
You thought through it. You clicked your pen twice then wrote a response.
Fine.
He let out a breath of relief.
Thank you. Meet me by my van at 4pm.
Your eyebrow quirked up.
Are you planning on kidnapping me?
If that's what it takes to get you to listen to me Does 4pm work for you?
I read that. And yes, that works for me.
Eddie's hope grew a little at your words. He prayed - to whichever god was out there, ones in which he didn't believe in - that he didn't ruin what hasn't even had the chance to begun.
'Cause God, he's in love with you.
You stood by his van with your arms crossed. The front of your shoe kicking a nearby pebble. Eddie rushed over to you.
"You're late," you said.
He looked down at his watch. 4:10, he read. "I'm sorry."
"For what? Being late or....?"
"Everything," he paused. "You know when you told me that thing about me liking Chrissy I knew I messed up."
You shifted your weight to one side. "How so?"
"Because, I thought it was so obvious how I felt for you. I thought people saw it from miles away, but I guess showing my feelings is just another thing I fail at doing in my life."
You frowned.
He continued, "I hope you know now that I've always liked you." He bit his lip. "Man, I think I liked you before I even knew I liked you." He chuckled. "I was scared though, even if you said you felt the same I was scared you'd back away once you realized what a freak I am. I'm not someone who can give you everything you've wanted... but I would try."
You smiled a little. "Eddie, I don't like you because I thought you could give me the world, I like you because-as corny as this sounds-you are my world. I never believed in the how soulmates thing, but ever since I met you, it was always you. And I have to admit I wanted you to be my admirer so bad, but my life-it never seems to go easy on me, so the first thing I thought was that it was a joke, and then when it seemed to be becoming more real and Robin of all people was telling me how she thought it was you... I didn't want to give into the hope. Then you told me it wasn't you, and I didn't have any proof to convince me otherwise."
"I'm your world?" he asked, breathless.
"That's all you got from that?" you joked.
He shook his head. "No, but it definitely was the part that lingered the longest."
"Eddie, I-"
"I meant every word I wrote, and it wasn't even half the things I've wanted to say to you for so long. Because there's so much I want to tell you, and we have so much to make up for, but that's only if you want me."
You opened your mouth then closed it. Finally you spoke, "Where do we start?"
He broke out into a large smile. "You mean it?"
"Yeah," you reply, mimicking his smile.
The two of you stared at each other for a few moments.
"You can kiss me now, if you want," you said.
"Oh, thank fuck," he breathed.
He leaned in, cupping your jaw to bring you lips to meet his. You breathed him in immediately, the smell of cigarettes, cologne, and a hint of mint clogging your nose. Delightfully suffocating you in his warmth. You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer as the two of your fell in a fast rhythm, making up for at least some of the lost time, then slow and steady to savor the moment as this was something neither one of them every wanted to forget. Ever.
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A note fluttered out of your locker.
"Another one?" Robin groaned.
You picked it up with a lovesick smile plastered onto your face. "Don't sound so annoyed Robin, you should be pleased."
"Just because I'm always right, doesn't mean I like to be always right."
"You're right. You love to be always right," you quip back, unfolding the piece of paper.
Morning sweetheart, just wanted to say I love you and I can't wait for our date tonight. - Love, Eddie.
"Why can't he just tell you that when he see's you at school today?" Robin asked.
You dreamily sigh. "He wanted to keep the memory of how we got together alive, so we decided to continue writing each other notes. It doesn't matter what we say in them." You eyes met Eddie's figure a few feet away from you. "It's the thought that matters." With that last word to Robin, you run toward Eddie who immediately picks you up and spins you around.
"How are you doing today?" he asked.
"Good!" you chirped. "I got your note."
"Oh, did you? Have any thoughts about it? Responses?"
"A few..." You smiled, and pecked his cheek, making him blush profusely. "I love you too."
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wed-in-the-apocalypse · 4 months
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Caught
Tara carpenter x reader
Drabble 2
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2 months of dating Tara, it had to be the best 2 months of your life, but dating Tara also came with some difficulties, you see, it was hard not to tell absolutely everyone in the world about your beautiful, amazing, talented girlfriend: Tara Carpenter.
And this was one of those times.
You were hanging out with the core 4, along with Mindy's girlfriend and your best friend; Anika, and Ethan with Quinn.
You guys were walking in the city as usual, per Tara's request to explore the city, and of course you loved showing them around, but you weren't in the greatist mood, the problem was that Chad had been all over Tara the entire evening, you tried to keep your jealousness at bay, it wasn't his fault, afterall, your relationship with Tara was a secret, still you couldn't help but feel jealous at the sight of Chads arm slung over Tara's shoulder as he talked her ear off, but you tried not to look and kept going.
"Hey guys, Can we stop for some food?, I'm hungry" Ethan whined, "Sure, There's a pizza joint right here" Anika said, pointing at a small building, "There's alot of people in there.." Sam muttered, eyeing it wearily, "It's fine, I'll go in and grab some pizza," Quinn said from behind you, "Who has money?" "Oh, I do," You reached into your pocket and pulled out some 10 dollar bills, "Here" Quinn took it, "Thanks, Okay, What kinda pizza do you guys want?" "Mushrooms!" Chad exclaimed, "Pineapple is fine" Sam murmured, "Ugh, That's all so gross, Get some cheese pizza for me" Mindy made a disgusted look, (idk, mushrooms and pineapple on pizza is just gross to me) Quinn nodded and went inside.
You didn't have to wait to long before she came back with four boxes, "Thank god," Ethan whimpered, "Mmm, this is great" He said taking a huge bite out of his pizza slice, "Alright guys let's go back to the apartment" Sam called, so you all followed her back.
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When you got back and Sam finally found the key you all burst in, Mindy crashing into the couch as a loud groan left her, and you chuckled, "My fucking ass is sore," Mindy whined, "Why'd we have to go ice skating?" "Because i wanted to remember?," Anika said flopping on top of her girlfriend, "And it was funny watching you and Chad fall" "Hey!," Chad protested, "It was slippery.." They countinued to insult eachother and you sighed, quietly slipping into Tara's room, you sat on the bed with a heavy sigh, trying to get the image of Chad catching Tara from nearly falling on the ice out of your head.
It wasn't working very well.
You groaned, falling back on the bed and putting your hands over your face, you couldn't hear the quiet pitter-patter of feet over the yelling and laughing, the door creaked softly as a small head poked through the crack, "Hey baby," A voice said softly, "You okay?, You were quiet almost the whole time we were out" Tara approached the bed, sitting at your side, "Yeah, i'm okay Tar, just a bit tired" You gave her a comforting smile, but she knew better, she raised her brow, you sighed, you both knew you couldn't lie to her, "I just.. it's silly but, it, hurts.. watching you with Chad, i mean, he acts like he owns everything! And i know it's not his fault, we're a secret but still" You sniffed, moving to face the wall. She put her hand on your chin, making you face her, "Y/n, I want you to know that i don't have any feelings for Chad, He's just a friend, And if you want, I can tell him that, Okay?"
Tears welled in your eyes at her reassurance, you sat up, smiling at her, whispering a soft, "I know", you leaned in, and she met you halfway. The kiss was like a promise, filled with love, and passion, words can't describe how you felt in that moment, you could cry, it was overwhelming the feelings you held for Tara. You kissed her with everything you had, telling her without words that you would be with her forever, because words didn't matter. You broke for air but she pulled you back in, this time with more hunger, desire, she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, your tounge swipping over her bottom lip, and she gasped, allowing your entry. Your hand snaked under her shirt, fingers softly scratching the perfect skin under her ribs, and she whimpered at the feeling.
You were to entirely entranced by one anothers beings to hear the footsteps approaching the door, you hadn't even noticed anyone else was in the room until she cleared her throat, you broke away. Anika was standing at the door, with the biggest grin on her face, "I fucking knew it!" Yours and Tara's faces were both bright red, from both emotion, and embarrassment. You stuttered out a "I-I-, Wait, you're not like, Mad?" Anika looked slightly confused at that, "What?, No?, I mean a little because you didn't tell me but no. I'm not Sam for fucks sake" A beat of silence passed, less than a second, as you both sat there in shock, "Okay, Well, I came to tell you guys that we're watching insidious," She went to leave, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Then she left you alone. Tara groaned, hiding her face in the crook of your neck as you laughed at her embarrassed state. She pinced your side, "It's not funny!" she complained, "Well it kinda is-" your sentence was cut short by Tara's lips on yours, she crawled back into your lap, and you happily shut up. "It's not funny" She muttered against your lips, "Okay, Okay, It's not funny" "Damn right" You chuckled at that, "Okay, I think we should go before they think we're having sex" You joked, and Tara nodded, sliding off of you, "Yeah, c'mon".
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You walked into the living room, suprisingly no one looked at you differently, Chad looked at you and Tara with a hint of jealousy, and Anika smirked at you, but the others were busy watching the movie. You moved to sit next to Ethan, and Tara sat in the empty space next to you, subtly putting her hand on yours, in the dim light of the tv, no one saw as Tara leaned her head on your shoulder, Sam though, had seen it, giving you a slight smile and an approving nod. You smiled back, turning to the tv, you melted into Tara, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you.
Maybe this would work out.
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yourwosogirly · 9 months
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Thunder and lightning - Lucy Bronze
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Just somet I came up with just a few mo’s ago
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As you made your way down the wooden hallway of the house you and Lucy shared in Barcelona, the sound of your footsteps created a gentle pitter-patter. The familiar creaks of the floorboards echoed through the quiet space.
However, the soft sound of your footsteps couldn't compete with the deafening rumbles of thunder in the distance. With each rumble, your body instinctively flinched, the sudden noise causing a jolt of fear to course through your veins.
Like many children growing up, you too had your own fear that, looking back, seems quite silly and even cringe-worthy. It was thunderstorms and lightning that used to send shivers down your spine.
Regrettably, you never outgrew this fear, leading to moments of embarrassment and laughter when the secret was revealed to others.You couldn't shake it off, no matter how hard you tried. It was undoubtedly a personal struggle, one that made you question yourself.However, you were fortunate to have a supportive circle of people around you who never made you feel like an outcast or labeled you as weird. Their understanding and acceptance provided a comforting refuge amidst your ongoing battle with this fear.
Just talking or even thinking about thunderstorms and lightning still makes your body shiver uncontrollably. It’s one of those moments in life when you have to give yourself a rain check and acknowledge that, in someone else’s mind, your fear meant nothing to them.
Not only was you afraid of the storm, but there was another fear lingering within you.Usually, you would have already resulted to Lucy’s embrace for a sense of comfort,but tonight was different. We had made the decision, long before this stormy night, to sleep in separate beds following an argument we had.
It was an ordinary occurrence for us to have a disagreement, just like any other couple. However, neither of us could recall the specific reason behind our argument. Nonetheless, our stubbornness prevented either of us from extending an apology to the other.
You knocked on the door with a gentle touch, hoping for a response. When no answer came from the other side, you understood the circumstances and pushed against the door slightly. Holding onto the soft blanket draped over your shoulders, you maintained a firm grip as the door creaked open, causing you to wince at the sound. However, your girlfriend remained undisturbed, still peacefully asleep despite the noise.
You experienced a whirlwind of emotions as you gazed upon the love of your life, peacefully slumbering on her side, tightly clutching her pillow. Your countenance softened at the sight of this remarkable woman who exuded a dominant aura, now appearing serene and gentle. However, a tinge of envy welled up within you as you couldn't help but marvel at her ability to sleep so deeply, seemingly unaffected by the weather outside.
Quietly, you made your way deeper into the room, attempting to be as cautious as possible not to disturb her peaceful sleep. In your mind, you silently prayed and wished that she would remain undisturbed as you navigated around the room, specifically over to the right side of the bed—the spot that Lucy had always refused to lie on.
Fortunately, you managed to be successful without waking her, prompting a sigh of relief that released the invisible burden your fatigued body had been unknowingly carrying within your lungs.
You quietly maneuvered your way into her bed, gently lifting the covers and settling myself down to align your body with Lucy's. With delicate precision,you shifted her arm that was obstructing your path and nestled yourself against her chest, relishing in the soothing rhythm of her gentle breaths. To your delight, she instinctively wrapped her arm around me, pulling me closer, and tenderly rested her chin upon your head, causing your eyes to flutter closed in contentment.
In the midst of the raging storm outside, her gentle touch washed over you, instantly dispelling your mounting fears. The chaos and uncertainty that loomed over our little haven seemed to fade away, replaced by a comforting sense of tranquillity.
Gently, you slid your hands beneath her shoulders, carefully positioning myself to provide comfort. With my left arm, I began to caress her back in soft, soothing motions, aiming to alleviate the heat that emanated from her body.
In an effort to block out the chaos around me, my focus remained solely on Luce. Humming softly in her ear, I sensed her slight stirring as she began to awaken, sensing the shift in our gentle touches and the soothing connection that formed between us.
"Baby, what's going on?" Lucy asked, her voice filled with concern as she woke up, instantly aware of the fear radiating from me. She shifted closer, wrapping her arm around me, providing a sense of comfort and security.
"There's a storm," I whispered quietly, my voice barely audible as I fiddled with my hands, suddenly overcome by embarrassment at my own admission. Despite knowing that Lucy was well aware of my fear, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about expressing it.
With my gaze fixed on the ground, refusing to look at her, I didn't notice the realization that washed over Lucy's face. Her eyes followed my trembling form, and it was then that she turned her attention to the pouring rain outside, understanding the source of my distress.
"I'm sorry, my love," she apologized immediately, suddenly being overwhelmed with guilt for not realising my affection for the storm brewing outside the glass windows.
Though, I myself didn’t blame her since there was no way she would’ve noticed.
"It's not your fault," I shook my head instinctively, rejecting Lucy's inclination to blame herself.
"No, baby, it's not. I shouldn't have argued with you in the first place. If I hadn't, you would have been in my arms, safe and sound," she justified.
"Its okay baby,I've got you now," I sighed wearily, resting my head on her chest. I hoped that she would understand my silent plea for her to remain quiet, as all I desired at that moment was to be enveloped in her comforting embrace and escape from the burdens of the world.
"What can I do to help you?" Lucy sighed softly, her chin resting on the top of my head as we sought solace in each other's embrace. We nestled closer, seeking comfort and warmth.
She knew everything about me inside and out, we had no secrets, that’s how our relationship had lasted so long and including that she knew exactly what would calm me down and help me in situations like these but a big part of it was what I wanted and what I needed.
“Mhm, just hold me and talk about anything," I mumbled into her chest, seeking refuge from the storm. I didn't care what she talked about; her voice alone was enough to distract me from the thunderous chaos while a smile graced her lips.
"Do you want me to sing to you, baby?" she suggested, her face lighting up with a sudden burst of inspiration. I nodded eagerly, desperate for anything that might alleviate the relentless pounding of my heart.
She inhaled deeply, and as her voice filled the room, it instantly calmed my troubled soul. A smile spread across my face, breaking the tension, as I recognized the familiar melody of the song.
Cars outside
That song held deep significance in both of our hearts.
Unless you pack your bags
You're coming with me
I had the sense that every couple possessed a special song that was uniquely theirs.
I’m tired of loving from afar
And never being where you are
Ours were most definitely cars outside.
Close the windows, lock the doors
Don’t wanna leave you anymore
Even before we officially started dating, it had remained a constant presence in our lives.
Ooh-ooh, ah
Ooh-ooh, ah
Ooh-ooh, ah
Our connection grew even stronger once we finally came together.
Don’t wanna leave you anymore
As the last lyrics drifted off her lips, a loving smile adorned Lucy's face as she looked down at me. With gentle care, she brushed a stray strand of hair out of my face, a gesture that brought me a sense of comfort and peace. My body, finally surrendering to the tranquillity she had provided, succumbed to a much-needed sleep.
“Sleep tight, baby”
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kindestegg · 1 year
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"Maybe if I ask her real nice, I won't have to turn her into a puppet!"
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So... this line has been puzzling me for a WHILE because it feels like it goes against the idea Collector's go-to default is to just puppet-ify everything.
UNTIL someone in a server I was a part of pointed out that hey, doesn't it seem like Collector is also actively trying to nudge King to play something else? That they're tired of this game?
And I thought about the capture the flag game suggestion.
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"What if we switch it up? We could play capture the flag! Us versus... everyone on the Isles!"
Okay, aside from the obvious commentary that Collector sees himself and King against the world (which is. another thing. I need to write up on *biting down on my arm*), it's interesting this implies the people would probably not be puppets anymore, since you'd probably need people who are conscious to actively play in the game, and the whole "people breathing on the moon" discussion doesn't seem like it would happen if they were considering the people as puppets.
It's also worth noting that Collector turning Lilith and Hooty into puppets happens immediately after King tells him The Owl House Game is like playing pretend...
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And also, after Collector asks King what role he gets to play, and King presumably tells him, he uh, does this...
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Which I'm guessing means he was pretty happy to hear he's going to be the main character. And then immediately after...
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... Do you think there's a possibility Collector's go-to isn't in fact to just capture people as puppets, but interpreted this immediately from King's talk of the Owl House Game?
He also lashes out at King for criticizing him over turning Terra into a puppet, claiming he's just "playing pretend".
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And considering how, from King's talk with Eda and Lilith, he's only losing his fear of making Collector mad NOW...
It's possible most of this was born out of a misunderstanding. Collector interpreted the game as having "lots of players" as puppets, the whole Isles as King put it, and King was too scared to tell him that wasn't it. No wonder Collector lashes out when told not to do so, to him it makes no sense because this is how the game is played in his view.
If he's getting tired of this game though, it also explains why he suggested not turning Eda into a puppet first, why he wanted to play something that would keep people free from such a spell, and even why he seemed slightly disappointed that he ended up turning Terra into a puppet too by the end, which is another sentient playmate lost, even if she made him angry.
So... if all of this could have been avoided if King had told Collector that this game shouldn't entail turning people into puppets, I think I have a hunch of the narrative purpose of all this.
It's telling the truth. King has to tell the truth. That there was no Owl House game, that he made it all up, that he was a scared kid desperate to save the people he loved and the Isles and that yes, he did use Collector.
King wasn't in the wrong for lying of course, because it was this or losing everything he loves. But things have been regardless severely more complicated because of this lie.
And I suspect he knows this, as he says he wants to talk to Collector to solve things. Maybe this talking is him telling the truth after all. He does say this directly after communicating that he's losing his fear of making Collector mad. Maybe he's finally gotten courage to confess the truth.
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It's also worth noting again that Collector... doesn't care that King is lying about some things? He barely reacts with anger or shock at him talking to Eda and Lilith and seeing that they're keeping this as secret from him, he only cares when it sounds like King might want to hurt him.
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It sounds silly when you put it this way, but the biggest obstacle keeping their relationship from fully realizing and them resolving things is just a misunderstanding. King wrongfully believing Collector might hurt him and Collector wrongfully believing King is happy playing pretend with him.
Once they actually talk this out, they can finally resolve things.
... the only problem is that I think if King approaches Collector saying he wants to tell him something now...
Collector might just think it has to do with King getting rid of him, and things might turn for the worst.
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lincolndjarin · 8 months
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Best Kept Secret
chapter twenty one : te mirci't
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pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader
rating : 18+ mdni
word count : 9.0k
summary : reader does a lot of thinking, and a lot of expressing of said thoughts
warnings, etc. : language, angst, canon typical violence, smut smut smut smut, p in v smut, food play sort of kind of, din djarin nearly creams his pants over the concept of domesticity, sort of a dom/sub thing, switch!reader & switch!mando, din has a breeding kink and it's addressed, reader has like zero chill this chapter, dirty talk, men whimpering (hooray!), light bondage, use of handcuffs, unprotected sex
a/n : ik y'all are hype about breeding kink din but i'm gonna real quick say that i will not throw in like a surprise pregnancy in this fic, cause it hasn't been tagged with that thus far and sometimes it irks me when i'm knee deep in a fic and suddenly the reader is pregnant without warning and it wasn’t tagged,, so yeah. it would be different if i advertised this as a pregnancy fic from the get go but i didn't so i'm not gonna spring that on people. (reader could still potentially end up pregnant at the END of the fic (possibly maybe who knows) but there will not be any surprise pregnancy, sorry!) that's it lmao, just wanted to throw that out there.
“It means I love you.” 
You aren’t entirely sure how long you stare at him, looking rather silly with your jaw practically on the floor. 
How many times has he said it without you even knowing? How long has he loved you? Maker, your mind is racing as you try to recall when the first time he said it would have been.
You’ve already said it to him. 
Albeit you didn’t realize what you were saying but you’d said those words to him. And hearing you say them had worked him up so much that he’d fucked you like it was his last night alive. 
He doesn’t seem to have much to say now that he’s dropped that bomb on you. You just stare at each other in this blistering silence for an eternity. Until the smell of burning has you shooting out of bed, scrambling towards the oven as you grab the lone oven mit off the counter, removing the smoking baking trays quickly, propping open the single window above the sink and tossing the ruined cakes under the faucet.
“Kriff.” You lean up against the counter, staring at where he’s currently getting up from the bed to join you. Are you a terrible person if you just ignore it? Because currently the last thing you want to do is think about it. “I’m gonna start a new batch, I lost track of time with this one.” You whisper towards him, never actually meeting that thin black line of his helmet. 
“You don’t have to say it back.” He whispers back to you, taking a seat at the table. 
You know you don’t have to. 
Honestly the pressure of having to say it is the least of your worries. The most troubling part of this situation is the question that now plagues you which is, do you love him? 
You rinse out the last batch of batter from the bowl before starting a new one.
You’ve always been so hesitant with him. Even from the start. You wouldn’t let yourself think about him, then you wouldn’t let yourself feel for him, care for him, want him. At one point you wouldn’t even let yourself like him. 
So to think about if you love him? 
The only thing you’ve ever let yourself do is hate him. And you never even really did that. 
“I didn’t mean to upset you.” He leans forward in his chair, his elbows resting on his knees. 
Shit. You’ve been quiet for too long.
“I’m fine, sorry, just… upset about the cakes.” You both know it’s a lie. But neither of you says a thing. He just nods. You work in silence, willing your mind to think of anything else as you scrape the burnt cake tin off into the sink before refilling it with the new batch of batter. As you slide the tin into the oven you turn, unable to face him you turn your gaze elsewhere, to the single shelf in his home. 
A few days ago when you were here it was covered in assorted pieces of metal and scrap. Now it’s mostly bare. In a desperate attempt to change the subject you walk over, picking up one of the few remaining scraps. 
“What happened to all your stuff? You hold a small metal ball between your fingers as he walks up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder as he leans down. You feel the chill of beskar against your skin. 
“I used it all.” He’s still being far too vague about all this and you frown, holding the ball up in front of his face. 
“You forgot this piece.” He takes it from you as you say it, you don’t remember him taking his gloves off but they are, his bare hands holding it like it’s a precious gemstone. 
“This isn’t a part of my secret project,” He murmurs, rolling the ball between his fingers. “this belonged to the kid.” 
You have to remind yourself not to pry, that you promised yourself you’d let him talk about it on his own. His free hand snakes around your waist as he stares longingly at the metal piece, you say nothing, giving him the option to go on if he wants. After a brief moment of pause, he continues. 
“I tried to buy him a proper toy. Just once. He used to play with this, I thought maybe he was just bored because we spent so much time on the Crest. On one of my jobs I stopped and got him this little stuffed frog toy.”
You think of the frog he picked up from the lake all those moons ago. A pang of sorrow in your chest.
Every time he talks about the kid it seems like he’s talking more to himself than to you, this time is no different. He adjusts himself, standing up straighter so his chin rests atop your head now. He sways you gently to a song that only he hears.
“He tried to eat the damn thing, I tried to explain that it wasn’t for eating but he didn’t seem to care. Once he realized I wasn’t gonna let him eat it he lost interest, threw it into the fresher and went off to find this again.” He sets the ball back onto the shelf and just holds you for a moment. Just when you’re about to reach down to touch the hand he’s resting on your stomach he speaks again, in a whisper, like he isn’t sure he wants you to hear what he’s saying. “I used to worry that he was bored. Spending so much time on the ship with just me, without any of the things a child usually grows up with.” His grip on your waist tightens. “I thought for the longest time that he’d be happier somewhere else. Now I wonder if maybe he was content with what we had.” 
The more you let him talk out his feelings the more you realize that deep down Din is one thing above all. 
Someone who doesn’t think he is deserving of love. 
You turn around in his grip so you’re facing him and don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his waist, holding him tight. You might not be ready to tell him you love him but that doesn’t mean you can’t show him that he is cared for. He doesn’t move for a moment but eventually holds you back. 
He makes no effort to pull away so you don’t either. Staying like that until you have to get the cakes out of the oven before you burn another batch. He follows you in silence as you set the new batch on the table, he reaches for one and you smack his hand away. 
“You’re gonna burn your hand, stop that. And I still need to frost them.” 
You turn back to the book for the recipe, happy that the two of you seem to be in mutual agreement to not talk about the current situation. As you start pouring the sugar to make the icing you hear a hiss of air, on instinct you turn to face the noise, not realizing until it’s too late that you shouldn’t. 
You should feel regret.
But Maker, how could you. 
Your eyes fixed on the way he parts his plush lips to take the chunk of pastry he tore off into his mouth, his finger lingering on his bottom lip and that tongue. Darting out to lick his fingers clean. The way the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly. You know you shouldn’t look, he’s got the helmet pulled up just enough that you can see the tip of his nose which means he doesn’t even know you’re looking, there’s metal between his eyes and you. You can’t, this is so bad, shit. You just keep finding reasons to not look away, especially now that he’s smiling. You always thought his smile would be condescending, maybe a triumphant smirk, but it’s so… dorky. He’s got such a dopey grin.
Stars, he’s got a dimple. 
Are you still breathing?   
And you can finally see the facial hair you’ve only ever felt brush up against you. Surprisingly well kept, with a few small bare patches. You want nothing more than to lean forward and kiss each one of them but you’re quickly reminded of how bad this entire situation is as you hastily turn back around. Stirring the bowl in front of you, acting as if nothing happened. Only a few seconds after you’re facing the counter again do you hear the airlock reseal. 
You hear a sharp inhale and a part of you worries he knows you accidentally looked but he hisses again before cursing.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” You can hear him breathing heavily through his mouth into the modulator.
Thank the gods.
“I warned you.” You chastise him, turning around and pouring a generous amount of the cinnamon sugar icing onto each of the cakes while they’re still hot so it absorbs into them. “These need to sit overnight in the conservator.” 
“Okay, should I put them in now or when I get back tonight?” 
You know what he’s really asking. 
He wants to know if he’ll be staying with you or coming home alone.
The answer is obvious to you as you nudge the conservator open with your foot, sliding the tins onto one of the shelves. 
“I’ll do this now since you won’t be around to. Should we go?” You slip your shoes back on, watching as a bit of tension leaves his shoulders. 
“Sure.”
It’s a quiet walk back but it isn’t really uncomfortable. You just want to get him back to your room, where he’ll hopefully help you forget about this whole mess. 
You waste no time when you get to your chambers. You drag him to the closet, struggling to remove his armor, carefully setting each piece on the floor while he simultaneously lifts your shirt up over your head. Once you have every piece of beskar removed, you find yourself tumbling to the floor as he practically tackles you into the blankets. Both of you fumble for the lamp until finally you manage to flip the switch and it’s like he can’t get the helmet off fast enough because in what feels like a single second, you’re shrouded in darkness, you hear the the sound of air, a thud onto the ground, and his lips are on yours. 
You’re waiting for something more to happen, he’d been so urgent just a moment ago but now that you’re here he’s just kissing you.  
Of course you aren’t complaining. Every kiss with him feels like a blessing from the Maker themself. You’re just a little surprised. 
You had sort of hoped he had plans to ravage you solely for the purpose of distracting you from the question, still searing your every thought, demanding your attention. But instead he kisses you one last time before laying atop your chest, arms wrapped around you. You think about teasing him but there’s something cathartic about this. His willingness to just be with you without searching for more. So you let him.
And when he inevitably falls asleep, his monstrous snores filling the small space, you’re left alone with your thoughts. 
Well, thought. 
Do you love him? 
Do you want to love him? 
Loving him means too much. 
You tangle your fingers in his curls, in an attempt to soothe yourself. 
Loving him is complicated. It means you’ll have to finally answer the rest of the questions you don’t want to so much as think about.
Kids? Marriage? Kodo? Any sort of future.
Loving him puts him at risk. 
He’s always been at risk. His choice to love you meant putting his life on the line. Everyday he wanted to be yours was a day that he could be dragged off by one of your husbands unlimited guard members and killed. 
Loving him means understanding that you’re on a clock. A clock to get off of Naboo as quickly as possible, to somewhere far away to hunker down. To hide from the inevitable onslaught of search parties that would come after a missing royal. 
They’d send bounty hunters.
Kodo doesn’t even like you, but if you ran off with the man he hired to protect you? He would stop at nothing to get you back. The thought of what he would do to Din when he inevitably found the two of you makes your blood run cold. 
But you need to push those thoughts away. Yes, they are important but they shouldn’t impact your feelings. Because at the end of the day you either love him or you don’t. 
And you can’t even seem to figure that out. 
You’ve never been in love before, you don’t really have a frame of reference. 
You’ve certainly never felt for anyone the way you feel for him. 
Is that love? 
If you weren’t already married would you have said it back?
You aren’t even really a wife at this point. 
You’re a prisoner. 
You aren’t sure when he woke up but he brings you back to reality with a kiss to your chest. 
“You should be asleep, princess.” His voice is gravely, still thick with exhaustion. You run your hands along his vast shoulders in an attempt to soothe him back to sleep. 
“So should you.” You whisper into the darkness, he hums softly in response. 
It goes quiet again. His arms tighten around you and you know he remains awake, every so often he’ll place a chaste kiss to your breast. 
Would it be cruel to bring it up again?
At this point he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest that you didn’t reciprocate the sentiment and you can’t keep fighting these battles alone. 
If you love each other, talking about these things is something you would do. 
It might be nice. To not be alone with these thoughts for once. 
“Din?” 
He hums again in response. You feel the scratch of his stubble against your chest as his head turns in your direction. 
You should let him sleep. Shut up and not bother him with this. 
“What does love mean to you?”
It’s such a corny question but you really are curious.
“What did you say?” For a moment you’re worried you’ve upset him but his tone makes you think he genuinely didn’t hear you. 
“What’s it like, to love someone?” 
He chuckles softly and a wave of relief washes over you. 
“That’s an awfully complicated question, cyare.”
“Okay, then, how did you know?” You purposefully avoid saying the words, “that you loved me.” 
“It sort of snuck up on me. It started my first week with you, when being with you started feeling less like a job and more like an honor.” 
Does he have to be so good with words? Even in this state, barely awake, he manages to be a goddamn poet. 
“Eventually it got to a point where I couldn’t ignore it anymore.” He mumbles his words into your skin. 
“When was that?”
“When you gave me a birthday.” 
Right before he had ended things. 
You don’t have to ask to know now that that's why he did it. 
“And that was when you were sure?”
“Yes. That was when I knew I loved you.” 
If he’s upset about you not saying it back he doesn’t make it known, he says it so casually.
“What does it feel like?” You run your fingers along the scar on the back of his head. 
“It feels like being afraid. There is a certain vein of fear that I had never known prior to meeting the kid, when I los-“ He hesitates. “When he left, I didn’t think I’d ever feel that fear again.” He sighs. “When I met you I learned how to be afraid all over again.” 
You sort of understand that feeling.
You felt it when you thought Kodo knew. And you felt it when you imagined Kodo’s reaction to your hypothetical children with Din. 
You felt it just moments ago. When you asked yourself if you loved him. 
“It’s like all the air leaves the room, replaced with terror. That terror eats away at everything until there’s nothing left.”
All you can think of is the night you found him in the hallway, and you’re certain you’ve never felt that level of fear.
“It’s not all fear though. I assume it’s different for everyone but the fear is only a part of it. For me it mostly feels like devotion and temptation. I know what it is to be devoted, for decades I followed my creed without question, and when I finally did abandon it, it was a matter of life and death, fueled by that fear.”
He sounds half asleep as he says it, like he’s telling himself a bedtime story, and you don’t dare interrupt. 
“That’s how I feel about you, except in your case, nothing could make me question my devotion to you, not even a matter of life and death. And as far as temptation goes…” He laughs quietly to himself. “I was unfamiliar with that feeling before you.”
“Temptation?” You whisper to him.
“When will you understand what you are to me, sarad’ika?” He sits up a little, you can’t see him but you feel his nose bump against your jaw as he rests his face in the crook of your neck.
“I know how you feel about me, you tell me quite often.” You’re only half-joking.
“Not how I feel about you, what you are to me. You are so much more than the one I never meant to love, I swear you were created just to tempt me.” You let your hand rest on the nape of his neck as he absentmindedly brushes his lips up against your throat. “If you asked me to remove my helmet, I would.” He murmurs against your throat. 
That’s a rather serious claim.
“You could have asked me from the moment I met you. It took time for me to realize I loved you but I have always, been sworn to you.” His fingers trail up and down your torso. “From the moment I first saw you, when you tried to remove my helmet, I promised myself that if you ever tried again, that I wouldn’t stop you.
Maker. 
How the fuck do you respond to that?
“We can talk more in the morning. Get some sleep.” He kisses your temple and lays back down against your chest.
He can be annoyingly eloquent when he wants too. You can’t help but wish you were as capable of putting your feelings into words the way he does. Seriously, how are you supposed to top, “When I met you I learned how to be afraid all over again.” 
Maybe tomorrow you could try and show him how much he means to you. Since you can’t seem to find the right thing to say, and even if you could he’s already asleep again, snoring at an ungodly volume like he didn’t just profess his profound love to you.
But talking to him helped, from how he describes it, you might just love him too.
This morning is much more coordinated than your last. 
Din wakes you up before the girls arrive. You have plenty of time to pick out one of the simpler pink gowns in your collection, along with a matching pair of slippers. You leave him there with plenty of time to spare. 
The girls don’t question it this time either. Neither of them tries to go into the closet and they waste no time dressing you. Lysa finds you a nice pink nightie from the dresser but you honestly aren’t all that thrilled about it this time around.
It’s getting harder and harder to care about this. 
Being dressed up like a doll every day.
Din certainly doesn’t care about what you look like so why even bother at this point? You’re antsy to get back to him and you’re about to hastily thank and dismiss the girls as they finish but Elaine speaks first. 
“Princess, would you join me for tea this morning?” 
You have no logical reason to refuse and you do enjoy time spent with Elaine.
You just want to be with Din.
But you can’t tell her that. 
“Certainly, shall I meet you in the gardens again?” 
“I will see you there, my lady.” Both girls give you small bows before leaving. Only a few seconds after they’re gone the closet door opens and there stands your Mandalorian. He makes his way to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.
“Shall I escort you to the gardens, my lady?” He leans down a bit so your eyes are level with the line of his visor.
“Lead the way.”
It’s a short walk and you’re once again surprised by how quickly Elaine has set things up, a table and chairs wait for you in the gazebo.
“Do you think you could find something to do for a few minutes on your own?” You say quietly enough that you know only he can hear it as you approach. 
He doesn’t respond but as you step into the gazebo he doesn’t follow you in, once you’re seated he walks off into the garden. 
“Seems like things are better between the two of you?” She pours you a cup, making it the way you like it before handing you the saucer. 
“Much better.” You smile as you take a sip. 
“May I speak freely ma’am?” She sets her cup down and crosses her arms, staring at you. Her tone has gotten so serious so suddenly you’re a bit stunned. 
“Of course.” 
“Lysa and I stopped coming to help you undress in the evenings many moons ago, we stopped waiting for you to summon us.” 
What a strange thing to say. 
“Okay?” Is all you can manage, still unsure as to what she could possibly mean by that statement. 
“Well, my lady, we just assumed you didn’t need the help anymore…” She stares at you expectantly but you’re still giving her a confused look. “You know…” Her eyebrows are raised but you just shake your head slowly, giving her a blank stare. “With getting undressed.”
Oh.
Oh.
Not much you can really say about that, she’s right, and you hadn’t even noticed because someone else was undressing you. Still, she can’t expect you to outright admit that. 
“I don’t need you to say a word, my lady, I just needed to talk to you, to warn you.” Something about her tone makes you shiver, even out here in the sun. 
“About?” 
“You’ve been reckless, princess.” You set your cup down. 
“Spit it out Elaine, you’re making me nervous.” You laugh anxiously but her expression remains stern.
“Kodo won’t take your absence from dinner lightly. And you’ve been too blatant about your friendship with the Mandalorian. You should act with more caution.” 
Well, you had wanted her to be blunt, you can’t be too shocked about that. 
“He is not a man who takes kindly to disrespect. He will retaliate if you aren’t careful, that’s all.” You nod as she takes a sip of her tea.
That’s all she says on the subject, quickly moving on to another topic.
Her warning was genuine and you’re thankful for it but you push it from your mind. You will right this wrong and attend dinner with Kodo this week.
Tea is short after that.
You aren’t in the mood for small talk anymore, you just want to spend the rest of the day with Din.
You whisper a genuine thanks to her before she departs, and you rush over to where he stands in the flowers.
“Cabin?” He asks. Thankfully he doesn’t risk holding your hand in broad daylight but he lets his knuckles brush against yours. 
“Cabin.” You follow him towards the pond and once you’re close enough he scoops you up into his arms to keep you out of the water. “Din! What if someone sees?” You whisper yell at him, eyes scanning the vacant gardens. 
“This isn’t any less damning than you walking in on your own. Besides, no one’s around, promise.” He pushes open the door before setting you down, locking up behind the two of you. “I’ve lived here for long enough to know that nobody comes out this far except us. Now, what do you want for the rest of the day?” He kicks off his boots and you set your slippers next to them.
It’s past noon at this point, you have nothing planned. 
“Do you want to just stay here? I think today I just want to stay here.” You walk over to the bed, lifting your skirt and taking a seat. 
“Works for me, I’m going to get some chores done if you don’t mind.” He removes his gloves, tossing them on the table before kneeling beside the dresser. 
“I don’t mind at all.” You scoot back a bit to rest against the wall, you’re actually quite curious to see what he’ll do, and you need time to think of how you’re going to show him how much he means to you. 
You watch as he takes out different weapons and tech that you don’t recognize. He tosses his gloves to the side and starts methodically cleaning every item. 
You’re sort of hypnotized by his attention to detail, it lets you think.
What does he like? 
Green, you, the kid, classic ships. 
None of those things can really show him how much he means to you though. 
He’s setting different things aside as he finishes any maintenance required, every so often he looks up at you before returning to his work. You feel a little useless just sitting here so you get up to take the cakes out of the conservator. 
Suddenly you have his attention. 
You don’t dare say a word, letting him just observe in peace. He drops whatever he’s working on, you don’t look but you can feel his visor trained on you. 
You take the tins out, setting them on the table before finding a dull knife. Each cake is small enough that you can fit your hands around each tin if you hold your fingers in the shape of a circle. You carve each cake out of its tin and he watches you intently the entire time, you can see him in your peripherals. 
So he likes… watching you do a shitty job at taking cakes out of tins?
It’s crass but you go through the list of things that have worked him up before. Things you’ve said to get him to give you what you want during sex. 
Two instances come to mind. 
The time you unknowingly said I love you.
And then last night, when you told him he could finish inside you.
And now? Your head tilts up just in time to watch him adjust himself in his trousers before sheepishly tuning back to his work when you catch him watching you. It takes a second but eventually things start to click.
He likes watching you look at home in his cabin. He likes the intimate feeling of a simple life. Watching you bake, saying I love you, having kids. 
Things a normal couple might do. 
He tosses something up onto the bed, you stare at it for a moment as he starts putting other things back into the dresser.
Handcuffs. 
Thick, padded, and metal. 
You know he intends on using them on you but you act fast, hurrying over to him, taking his hand. 
“What are you doing mesh’la?” He chuckles as you sit him down on the bed.
This is gonna be a shot in the dark, but if you’re confident enough, (and right) it’ll be worth it.
“Just, let me take care of you.” 
“You already take care of me.” He insists, starting to get up but you firmly plant your hands on his shoulders, pushing him back down. Your plan is rapidly forming in your mind.
“I mean it, now stay put.” He sighs loudly but nods, tilting his head to the side in confusion. No sense in being coy, might as well be clear with your intentions to see if he’s actually into it. “Don’t be a baby, I know you get off on this kind of thing.” The moment you say it he scoffs but you’re already across the room, taking one of the little cakes and putting it onto a plate. 
“Excuse me?” “His voice is already terribly defensive but you just laugh it off. 
“You’re not the only one who can make observations. You think I didn’t notice the way your tone switched when I offered to bake for you?” He starts to argue but you cut him off. “And I’m definitely not going to ignore how quickly you came when I told you you could finish inside of me.” That surprisingly shuts him up. This might actually be the only time you’ve caught him so off guard that he doesn’t have a response. 
You bring the plate over to the bed, setting it on his nightstand.
“You like domesticity.” You lean in to whisper to him. “You want me to take care of you, don’t you Mr. Tough Mandalorian?” You can’t gauge his reaction because of the helmet but you can gauge the tent in his pants perfectly fine. 
“Djarin.” He certainly doesn’t sound stern now. 
“Djarin?”
“Din Djarin.” You hadn’t even realized until just now that you didn’t know his last name. 
You straddle one of his thighs, spreading his legs with your knees.
“Well then, let me take care of you, Din Djarin.” You like the way his name feels in your mouth and based on the way his cock twitches against your leg you’d reckon he does too. 
He’s always been so open with you and you’ve always kept him at a distance. 
Right here right now, if you weren’t dealing with the worst possible circumstances (your husband), you know that you’d tell him you love him, that you ache for him, that you know fear because of him. You know you love him. And you’re pretty sure he knows it too.
You just aren’t ready to say it. 
So you’ll have to show it. (And maybe say a few things that you are ready to say.) 
You love each other, at the end of the day you can’t keep censoring yourself when you think about him, he doesn’t deserve that. 
You want to show him what he deserves. 
You reach behind him and grab the cuffs. As you do his hands wrap around you to tug at your corset strings, an act that he’s getting rather good at. 
“You gonna put those on for me, mesh’la?” He drawls. Once he’s loosened your corset enough so that you’ll be able slip out of it you lean back again.
“No.” You grin at him and he immediately shakes his head. 
“Absolutely not.” He says the moment you start smiling.
“You’re always in charge, just let me be in charge, I’m doing this for you.” You grab one of his wrists but he easily pulls it away. 
“You were in charge last time.”
True, but irrelevant.
“Do you love me?” You stick your bottom lip out a little. 
“You’re terrible.” 
“I know.” But it works, because when you grab his wrist again he doesn’t pull away. 
“You know I can get out of these right? Very easily.” He says, watching you close the first cuff around his wrist, removing the belt around his torso and the one around his waist. 
“I know that too, but you love me, so you’re going to leave them on until I take them off.
“This feels less like you’re taking care of me and more like I’m your prisoner.” He mumbles. 
“Oh hush, you’d be happy either way.” Once again he seems at a loss for words as you cuff his other wrist, he sets his hands in his lap. You smooth out the fabric of his cowl before carefully removing it, folding it and walking it over to the table and setting it down. “I’ll make you a deal.” You say, turning back to face him. “If you don’t like it then I will stop and we can do this your way. But if you don’t then I will assume I was right, and you do want me to take care of you.” You straddle his thigh again and play with one of the releases on his chest plate.
“You’re being purposefully vague. What does taking care of me entail?” The impatience on his voice trails off as you start releasing his chestplate, finding the little locks, undoing them one by one. 
“Well… I just think that you like certain things, and I think you’re too embarrassed to admit it.”
“What things?” 
You click the last release and remove his chest plate, walking over to the dresser to set it down carefully before returning.
“You like that I baked for you.” You remove his gauntlets, setting them on his nightstand.
“Who wouldn’t like that?” You swear you almost hear him stutter. 
“Oh but I think you really like it. Because you know I did it just for you.” You remove his pauldrons and kneel between his legs to remove the pieces of armor on his thighs. “You like when I hold you, you like seeing me here, in your home, in your bed.” You slide his remaining armor down his legs, setting them aside before standing again and spreading his thighs with your knees to slot yourself between them, your hands grip the edges of his helmet. 
“Can I?” You whisper. 
After a moment's hesitation he nods. 
Your fingers snap the airlocks and you gently lift. 
Before closing your eyes you allow yourself one peek. 
You’re graced with a bashful smile, and you know that it’s okay, so you squeeze your eyes shut and completely remove the helmet, setting it on the bed beside him. Almost as if on instinct he leans forward and you feel his lips on yours as you gently push him back. 
“Let me do it, Din.” You laugh softly. “You don’t have to do everything.” You lean forward this time, hands on either side of his face, running your tongue over that bottom lip you wish you could see. “I’m going to take my dress off.” You mumble into his mouth before pulling back, you turn around and quickly slide your gown down your body, you grab the plate on his bedside table before closing your eyes and turning back around. His restrained hands play with the front of your nightie. 
“What are you-” His unfiltered voice is like warm honey, deep and raw, but you silence it by putting two fingers from your freehand to where you assume his mouth is. He starts to speak again so you gingerly slide your thumb between his lips and you hear any more questions he might have flicker out. 
“Can you go more than five minutes without asking me a question?” The moment you say it his lips purse like he’s going to ask again, you place your thumb over his tongue. Once you’re certain he isn’t going to interrupt your actions again you remove your hand from his face and tear a chunk of the cake off of the plate. “Open.” You laugh softly as you bring your hand towards his mouth, he immediately starts to protest again but you take the opportunity to stuff the pastry into his mouth, you get lucky and actually manage to get it in on the first try. 
If you’re being honest, you aren’t completely sure if this is going to work. You’re still acting on a hunch. A very presumptuous hunch, that deep down he wants nothing more than a quiet, soft life. 
A home. 
Unless of course you’re wrong. In that case you’re going to be rather embarrassed. Which is starting to be a worry as you realize he isn’t moving, two of your fingers just barely past his lips, he still hasn’t moved and you fell you nerves starting to get the best of you, just as you’re about to withdrawal and apologize for the entire silly affair, his lips close around your fingers. You can’t help but gasp at the feeling, accidentally taking a step back in surprise.    
His fingers immediately grasp at what fabric they can on your undergarments, trying to pull you closer again. You’re about to say something smug, along the lines of “I told you so.” But you’re stopped dead in your tracks.
Because Maker, he whimpers. 
You let him tug you back between his legs. The cold metal of the cuffs brushes against your thighs. 
You reach down and tear off another chunk of the cake, his bound hands guide you back to his mouth, which you're shocked to find is still open as you gently feed him. This time you don't flinch back, his lips close around your fingers and his tongue licks them clean.
This is the temptation he spoke of. 
You respect his creed. You’ve sort of taken your own creed, a vow to yourself not to look. But right now it takes all of your restraint to not look. Nothing could possibly make you happier than knowing what he must look like right now, lips wrapped around your fingers, trying to pull you closer. 
But just like him, you resist those temptations, finally pulling your hand away. 
“I told you I’d take care of you.” You whisper, a slight teasing edge to your voice.
“You’re a strange woman, sarad’ika.” He whispers back.
“So you don’t like this?” You tear off a piece for yourself, popping it into your mouth, feeling the icing coat your tongue. You bask in his silence before picking up the remaining pastry, gently feeding him, tossing the plate blindly onto the bed.
The only answer you need to your question is the way his tongue drags across your palm when he’s finished, you waste no time after that to push him down into the mattress. Letting your lips find his.
His mouth tastes just like it did the first time you kissed.
Vanilla. 
His arms go over your head, trapping you in his embrace. 
“Tell me I was right.” You pull back from him, grinning.
“I wouldn’t exactly go so far as to say that you were right.” His mouth latches to your chin, peppering a trail of kisses back up to your lips but you pull further back, as far as his arms will let you, eyes still shut.
“You’re a terrible liar, you know that right? Because about thirty seconds ago you were quite literally eating out of the palm of my hand.” He continues trying to kiss you to silence you but you keep turning your head to the side, he settles on your jaw eventually. 
“That doesn’t prove anything, I’ve barely eaten anything today, maybe I was just hungry.” He mumbles against your skin. 
“Mhmm, sure. Are you sure you don’t like playing house? I think you like imagining me as Mrs. Djarin.”
Whoops. Where the hell did that come from? 
“Don’t say that.” His voice isn’t playful anymore as he sits up, keeping you in his lap. 
“Kriff, I’m sorry Din, that was too fa-” You hear a metal thud behind you on the floor and his hands are no longer cuffed, they hold your waist now. 
“If you don’t mean it, don't joke about that.” His breath is hot on your face and his grip on you tightens. 
If you don’t mean it. 
So you were right. 
Your mind screams at you to be rational. You have a husband, there are a million reasons to apologize and to move on from this. 
Stop using the husband that was forced upon you as an excuse.
You can’t keep holding back when it comes to Din. It isn’t fair to him. Not when he gives you everything. 
“If I do mean it, can I joke about it?” Your voice is the quietest it’s been all day. 
He takes your hands and brings them up to his face, so you can feel him nod. 
“I’ll keep joking about it if you tell me I’m right. I’ll joke all night long.” You laugh a little as he brings one of your hands to his mouth so he can kiss your wrist. 
“You’re right.”
You can’t help yourself.
“About?” 
“I like this.” He drags his lips down your arm before dropping it. “I like when you take care of me.” 
“Turn the lights off.” He doesn’t hesitate once you say it, the curtains are all already closed 
Once the lights are off he flips you onto your back, you hear everything on the bed clatter to the floor as he tosses it aside.
His bed is lower than yours so his hands grab you by your hips, lifting your bottom half into the air a little, making you squeak in surprise. 
“Tell me another joke.” He says under his breath as he spreads your legs so he can grind his still clothed erection against you. 
“I thought you were going to let me take care of you?” You scoff at him, hearing his zipper.
“I am,” You gasp as he drops you back down onto the mattress, climbing on top of you. “I’m letting you tell me jokes.” You can practically hear his grin as he guides the blunt head of his cock into your folds. Lazily rubbing it against your clit and leaning down to whisper to you. “You started this with all your talk, is that all it was? Talk? I thought you said you meant it?”  
You’re trying to remember how he got the upperhand so quickly but it’s hard to concentrate when he keeps nudging himself against your most sensitive spot.
Everything always happens so fast with him, just once you’d like to turn things around on him and have it work.
“I-I meant it.” Is all you really manage to get out, he brings his cock down a bit to tease your entrance, never actually pushing in. His voice has that condescending tone to it that tells you he’s willing to play this game for a while and you hadn’t really factored in just how aroused you’d get during your display a few minutes ago. You’re soaked and there’s a good chance he’s going to draw this out in retaliation. He swipes his tip back up to your clit, the both of you hiss in unison. 
You still have one ace up your sleeve as you recall your conversation from last night. 
“So you liked one of my offers?” 
“I might have been interested in one of them”
One thing you know he wants. 
“Come on, sarad’ika. Where are your jokes?” He chuckles against your skin as he kisses your shoulder. 
“I was just trying to think of a baking joke. Can you give me a second?” You gasp out as his free hand reaches underneath you to squeeze your ass before coming up to rest on your hip. 
“I know you can do better than a baking joke.” You can feel him grin against you now, his teeth lightly graze your shoulder.
“It’s a shame, you would have liked it.” He goes back to teasing your entrance, pressing himself into you just enough to make you squirm but not enough to actually be inside you. You try to shift your hips downwards but his hand keeps you pinned in place. 
“I liked your jokes about Mrs. Djarin.” 
It’s now or never.
“Well you liked my cooking as well, so I thought I’d make a joke about a bun in the oven, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Filling me u-”
His hips buck forward and his grip on you tightens to the point of a sharp pain. To seemingly both of your surprises, in an instant he’s buried nearly to the hilt in your heat. 
“Maker, Din!” You’re gonna have a brand new set of bruises tomorrow. 
“Sorry! I, fuck- sorry.” He’s grunting in your ear, not bothering with your shoulder anymore, burying his face into the pillow next to your head. 
“Dank farrik, Din…” You’re reeling from the sudden motion, your head tilted back into the mattress. You need to catch your breath but the muffled groans coming from him distract you. The sting from the sudden stretch you're experiencing is quickly fading and you bring your hands up to his head, one resting in his hair and the other at the nape of his neck. 
He wanted to make this a game so you’re going to play, and you’re going to win.
You’re still panting a little as you turn your head to the side so you can whisper into his ear. 
“Stars Din, it’s that easy to get you worked up, huh?” His breathing is starting to level out, his grip on you lightens up. “I thought I was easy to rile up but look at you, all this just at the thought of a bun in the oven.” 
He isn’t making noise anymore, he’s still against you, listening intently as you run a soothing hand down his spine and back up again. 
“I can’t imagine what you’re going to be like when you actually get me pregnant.” 
You’re surprised by your own words, like your brain is on auto-pilot and you can’t filter yourself but he fucking whines so you don’t care in the slightest. High pitched and needy, muffled by the pillow. His hips start slowly rocking into you and you bite back your moan, wanting to maintain your advantage. 
You tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling his head out of the pillow, savoring the whimper that comes from his as you do.
“Oh come on, you can’t even  handle the thought of it?” You breathe out the words and his head falls downwards as you release him, he bites your shoulder. “What does it for you?” He unclenches his jaw, starting to bury his face back into the pillow but you pull him back up again.
“Is it just the idea of finishing in me?” 
He doesn’t answer, to be fair you’re barely holding it together either at this point.
“Or do you just want everyone to know I’m yours? Want everyone to see that you knocked me up?”  
You get your answer with that because he’s trying to bury his face back into the pillow. A low wail leaves his lips as he frantically ruts into you. How quickly everything’s escalated has you hurtling towards your climax and you can tell by the desperate whine that leaves his lips as he presses them into your collar bone that he won’t be far behind. 
“I know you can do better than that, Din.” You mock his tone from earlier but he’s unfazed, pounding into you until finally you can’t tease him anymore because he’s reduced you to gasps and moans.
It doesn’t take long after that. 
One after the other.
You first, when his hand travels downwards, it takes only a few precise circles rubbed into your clit and your grip tightens in his hair, your walls flutter around him.
Just like that he’s going over the edge with you.
He pulls out, finishing on your stomach. 
You shouldn’t feel upset but there's the tiniest bit of disappointment as you feel his cum against your skin. 
He collapses onto the bed next to you, pulling you into his arms.
“I love you.” He presses a kiss into your hair. 
“I know.” 
You sit in the quiet dark for a long while, until finally, you have to ask.
“Do you actually want kids someday?” Your voice breaks the silence of the pitch-black room. “Little Djarin’s running around?” 
He rolls over so he’s hovering above you now.
“Are you trying to start round two?” He chuckles, resting his forehead against yours, your nose bumps against his. “I’ll need a few more minutes before I can go again, sarad, but I can keep you occupied until then.” He kisses you quickly, already starting to move his mouth south but you stop him. 
It’s so effortless right now. To be happy with him, in the darkness, pushing away thoughts of royal responsibilities. Letting yourself be with just Din, even if it’s brief. 
“I’ll take that as a yes?” You ask.
“Yes. Someday.” He kisses your sternum, laying down on your chest.
“With me?” 
“No, with Elaine.” You smack the back of his head when he says it, he laughs against your skin. “Yes, with you.” 
You let him lay on top of you as you nod to yourself. 
“Is it weird that everytime we have sex it turns into a competition?” He starts to laugh once more as you say it.
“It’s weird that you keep losing.” 
You smack him again.
Your peaceful break from reality is brief, as always, as you sit up. 
“We have to go. I can’t be out all night.” The last thing you want to do is return to your room right now, you want to stay here, the cabin feels more like home than any room in the castle ever has. 
He seems as unhappy with this as you are. The two of you dress in silence once he flicks the lamp back on, you turn around until you hear him reattach his helmet. 
You hold his hand on the walk back. You don’t have much to say right now, you’re certain at this point that you’ve made it clear that you love him.
That you just aren’t ready to say it. 
And he doesn’t seem to mind. 
You’re ready to just sleep. Your blanket nest seems more and more inviting the closer you get to the castle. 
The two of you sneak in through the back entrance and as always the castle is quiet at night. You keep your hand in his as you make your way up the steps. 
It isn’t until you get to the hallway where your chambers are located that you hear it. 
A persistent banging sound and someone yelling incomprehensibly. 
Din immediately drops your hand. 
Neither of you speaks as you walk but he shifts himself so he’s walking ahead of you, as you get closer you recognize the distinct, nasally voice. 
In the dim light of the hall you see Kodo, banging on your bedroom door.
“Wife, come now, you can’t ignore me, I’m your husband.” He hisses, you can smell the alcohol on him from here.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Kodo, are you okay?” You plaster on a faux look of concern as you approach, Din tries to put his hand up to stop you but you ignore it. 
He turns to stare at you, his clothes are askew and he isn’t even wearing his crown. 
“Wife! Where have you been?” He slurs, leaning in for a kiss that you sidestep, he doesn’t seem bothered by your rejection. 
“I went on a walk.” You answer quickly and he takes hold of your waist, you try not to look too repulsed.
“You skipped dinner yesterday, dear wife.” He teeters a bit, leaning towards you as you again try to avoid his kiss but this time he holds you firmly in place, it’s sloppy and you have to wipe a bit of spit from your face after.  
“I did, I wasn’t feeling well.” Your voice is getting smaller and smaller as you feel fear bubbling in your chest.
“Where are your guards?” There’s no respect in Din’s voice, no “your highness” or “your grace.” No one speaks to Kodo that way, not even you, but he’s too drunk to even notice. 
“I dismissed them, as is customary when one is visiting his bride’s chambers.” Kodo lurches forward, his hands sloppily grope the fabric of your skirt and you make an audible groan of discomfort. 
“We should get you back to your own chambers, come now dear husband.” You try to sound patient, you know he’s capable of violence and you don’t want to push him in this state.
“Why would we do that, wife? Come now, tonight I shall join you in bed. I missed you last night.” He hisses the words and you know he didn’t miss you in the slightest, this is a punishment.
This is what you get for disobeying. 
For skipping your dinner with him.
This is the inevitable thing that has made you unable to tell Din you love him. This looming promise of Kodo.
There’s nothing you could possibly do right now to escape the fate before you. The fear you feel right now is certainly not the fear of love that Din described to you. 
But that quickly changes.
You don’t get a chance to react as Din takes a step between you and Kodo, he doesn’t even wind up, he just drives his fist forward and you hear the sickening crunch of your husband's nose just before he slumps to the floor. 
As you stare at Din, you know your fear has changed. His shoulders heaving, his rage fills the corridor as you listen to his ragged breaths through the modulator. He turns around to face you, but you just stare at his hand, where the evidence of this potentially deadly mistake is dripping down his fingertips. You have never been more terrified for another person's life the way you are right now for Din. 
You’re mesmerized by the little speckles of your husband's blood, a stark contrast to the yellow fingertips of his gloves.
And suddenly it feels like all the air leaves the corridor as you finally look into his visor, you don’t see Din though, all you see is what they’re going to do to him for this.
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(Un)Lost: The art of war
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Pairing: F12022/3!Grid! x Fem!Driver!Oc
Warnings: DNF’s, angst, a little bit of love, episodes of anxiety, Seb’s retirement, harsh words.
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DRIVE TO SURVIVE SEASON 5 - EP. 1  THE NEW ERA
“It’s freezing in here” I said while I was puting my cap in my head, my Williams cap, ready to sit in the famous black chair of Netflix. “Thank you Netflix for make this possible, Bahrain is being cooking itself now” The producer chuckle.
“So, we’re going to let you introduce you and then make you a few questions. Everything clear?”
“Sure” I look for a better position in the chair and look to the camera “My name is Charlotte Robyn-Jones and I’m engineer strategist for Williams Racing Formula One Team” I said with a smile on my face. I saw the people in the back laugh and I copy the action
“You can’t lie to Netflix, kid”
“I think I just did ... Anyway, 1, 2, 3, Monday to Friday, My name is Charlotte Robyn-Jones, I’m 23 and I’m a race driver for Williams Racing Formula One Team” I tilt my head to one side and laugh “Cool”
“So cool. What’s for you to be at the top of the game right now?, obviously avoiding the question that you must  be bored about” 
“Being a woman is fantastic, except for that thing every month but I can’t complain. I have to say that it’s not easy. You can dream of some things happening but all the same time, If you really wanted, the answer is get up and look for your better options to make things happen.” I gassped and look down and to the camera. “I remenber when I told my dad that I wanted to give it a try in karting and I wasn’t even 6, he looked at me like  I was some sort of silly muppet but then he make me promise that I will do great in school and then he will help me with the racing carreer I wanted. The rest is history”
A series of videos of her carreer show up, from her beginning in karts, F4, F3 and her successfull 2021 in F2 finishing as champion, smiling faces all around and obviously a very proud Charlotte.
“You just mention your dad. What about other members in your family? Friends or even a boyfriend?” I look at the producer with a side smile
“You guys are really something else, right?” they laugh “I’m single ready to mingle. I don’t talk to much about my family, I like to be private about that. I almost dropped all this. My family is my priority and two years ago I lost my mom due cancer so...”
“I’m sorry we don’t...”
“No, it’s okay” I smiled to the camera “She’s not here but I still talk about her like she’s just in the back of the house screaming to the dog for being so silly, she’s still here and I know she’s proud” 
“Sure she is. Just to finish ... Any expectations for your team. Everybody wanted to see you in a bigger team like Mercedes or Ferrari, did you hear any rumors about that?”
“Well, certanly I did hear, but the thing is, mmm, I always believe that If you wanna prove yourself is better to start from the very bottom, understand the little things and then you’ll find success, almost glory. Being in this sport is so tricky, like, one day you won in Monaco and the next day you’re out of the points or feeling that all your pasion is going out to your body” I see everybody’s faces like I was saying something fascinating “This is sport is like war, you better watch out your back ‘cause even your own team could kill you.”
“So, this is your year to discover yourself?”
“Yes, my bingo card this year will imply me being playing the art of war that is F1″
“Okay Charlotte, this is all for today. We’ll see you along the year”
“Thanks and don’t spill my secrets. Snitches end up in ditches, they say” 
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I go out of the room straight to the Williams garage. Sure thing is that this year is going to be wild, after what happened last year between Red Bull and Mercedes, man, I really don’t want to be any member of those teams.
“Hello Ms. Jones, everything all right with Netflix?” My PR, Ava asked. She was in Alex side of the garage talking to other people
“Yeah, they’re like school girls” She laugh
“Yeah, sometimes. Today is media day so since you’re ready with your Williams merch, we can start signing some caps and cards and then continue with your schedule. Or do you want to start with press?”
“Up to you really, better doing the easiest first then I’ll face the sharks” We walk to a conference room when I found Alex with his girlfriend and his PR. Last year I met the girl in a tournament in the UK and we have been really close since then.
“Oh hello you, my girl and my boy rocking together this year” Lily said and hug me, while Alex put a false angry face
“Nice to see you Lily and yes, we’re going to rock or better than that” I said she smack Alex shoulder
“See, I tould you she has spirit!”
“I know, I think that everybody saw that video of her running along the track after her win in last year championship”
That video.
Well, you don’t win F2 championship many times in your life, right?
“I don’t know what are you talking about”
“Everybody know you do”
“Shh” I sit next to the pile of merch with my face on it. It’s 9:45 so I have time ‘till lunch and more interviews.
INTERVIEW ROOM @14:20
W/ Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Lewis Hamilton and Sebastian Vettel
“Don’t be nervous, ok? I’m not gonna tell what to answer, you’re smart so answer like a pro”
“Like a pro? So I can say <<inchident>> or even ask about the interviewers plans for the summer?” I showed Ava a side smiled
“Please don’t and you’re going to be in between, your name is on the sofa” I enter the room and saw the amount of people organized in the back of the room with notepads, cameras and tricky looks.
“So, welcome everybody to the second session here in Bahrain, we are here with Lando Norris from McLaren, Carlos Sainz from Ferrari, Charlotte Jones from Williams, Lewis Hamilton from Mercedes and Sebastian Vettel from Aston Martin. Welcome to the drivers, we’re going to have a round of questions for this sesion, if that’s ok” I look at the others who nod.
“Hello, this question is for Charlotte” Great. “We want to hear your first impresions of your new team, if you have the chance to meet the other drivers and expectations for your rookie season”
I tried to smiled but I suddenly felt like I wanna dissapear and the lights we’re too bright so I put on my glasses and I hear Lewis laugh and how he copy my action and take the microphone “It’s sunny outside so there’s no need to put the  light to bright, thanks guys” And squeezed my hand.
“Yeah, lights, mmm, almost everybody saw me in the car last year when I met the team and my teammate. Everything has been great so far, mmm I spent half of the holidays with the Sainz family, there been close to my mom’s family so, yeah, Carlos and his trainer just help me to get in better shape for this rodeo, something that I’m grateful for” I fist bump with Carlos and laugh “And expectations, well, I prefer to see how it goes after the race, I sent my ideas and questions the past month so I know now that the car is fast and let’s see If we can put Williams on the top again”
Sebastian took the microphone and look at me “Do you know about engineering?”
“Yeah, I finished my degree in mechanical engineering last month, obviously online, so...”
“That’s impresive, kid” answer Sebastian
“Am I the only one scared now?” Ask Lando to everybody. Everybody laugh at that. The interview session went smoothly and not many questions were to me, since Lewis was in the room, the events of november where reminded. Questions about strategies and upgrades for Ferrari and Aston Martin and the chances of McLaren of getting a podium this year. After that, the session ended, Carlos stopped me.
“Welcome officially, girasol” He hug me in the process and we heard a cough
“Are you good, man?” 
“Since my friend here it’s so disrespectfull, nice to meet you, yo soy Lago” 
“Nunca le enseñaste bien español” I said laughing to the spaniard
“Ciertamente él fue un terrible alumno”
“Please don’t. Back to a common language” I smiled to him and oh boy! such beautiful eyes
“Charlotte, rookie, friend of this guy, fan of dogs, chocolate cake and be on my xbox the whole day” I shake his hand and he gasp
“Marry me”
“In a few years, maybe” I look to Carlos who look at me with wide eyes
“I don’t want him on family holidays, ten moths are too much now” As we were walking through the paddock, a few photographers and fans aproach us. Since Carlando were more famous that I am, so I go straight to my motorhome to lay down for a bit.
What a day.
A few headers on instagram and twitter about the conference
2022 ROOKIE READY TO DRIVE AND BEING A THREAT
CHARLOTTE ROBYN-JONES, NEW SENSATION IN THE PADDOCK
IS THIS THE YEAR OF WILLIAMS?
Mind clear and then start proving myself.
I’m a girl, yes, but right now I feel that I have a chance to be like them, it’s ny time.
A champion, one ready to fight.
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I finished my day with more media duties, to 6 pm I was going to wait for Carlos who offer a ride to the hotel. While I was waiting in the parking lot, the papaya pair waved at me.
“Hiya, you must me Charlotte. I’m Daniel, the one with good looks in the team” He said with a smile.
“Nice to meet you Daniel, how you guys doin’?”
“All good, we’re heading to the hotel, ready to kick asses tomorrow?” I saw how Lando seems certanly interested in the question
“I’m feeling normal, but yeah, let’s see tomorrow. My driver arrived so... see ya” I waved at them when Carlos opened his car. Daniel and Lando saw the couple leaving the parking lot when the australian looks at the youngest
“Say it”
“What?” 
“Why do you look so shock around her? I mean, even Max who lives in a rock knew about her”
“I’ve been friends of Carlos and I never see her around, it’s weird”
“Ooow, the kid is jealous of the newie” Daniel started laughing and going to his car
“Man stop... I’m not jealous and also I’m a man!”
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BAHREIN CIRCUIT @13:45 - FP1 & FP2
“Radio check, please” my race engineer said. Williams had the chance to start fourth in the two practices after Alfa Romeo, Ferrari, Red Bull and Alpine.
“ And I thought my heart was detached, from all the sunlight of our past, but she's so sweet, she's so pretty, does she mean you forgot about me? Yeah, yes, I’m going to send you my playlist for the race, what dou you think?” 
“We’ll  evaluate that after practice”
“It’s not a no, I wil take it”
“Ok Charlotte, 30 seconds to start heating the tyres and whenever you ready, your flying lap”
“Copy”
“Now, we’ll have Williams coming out the pits to start practice, first our rookie Charlotte, fresh out the oven as F2 champion. She’s heating the tyres and has 15 minutes to do a few laps and see how that car goes”
On the broadcast, the faces of the team principals were on screen, with their expectations on the girl and see how she start.
“Ok Charlotte, you can start in the next lap with Leclerc and Ocon in front of you” I pressed the copy bottom. Here I go.
One thing about me it’s that I brake late but my left foot likes to keep itself on the throttle. A girl have to give it all, right?
“I feel like I’m watching the Mercedes W11 all over again. Wow! I can see a future world champion, multiple times If she wanted too”
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“That car is fast” said Christian Horner looking to Max’s engineer “What the hell?” 
“Definitely it is” 
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“Toto, even when she brake the car doesn’t go below 170 km/h. what?” Lewis and Bono stand beside the team principal of Mercedes.
“I think that your eight championship have to wait a bit, I can’t believe my eyes”
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“That girl is the real Toretto, don´t you think?” asked Yuki to the french man
“I wanna throw myself down a hill to be honest” 
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“What the f***?, which car is that?, I almost get dizzy” asked Charles over the radio
“That was a Williams, the rookie, she’s 3 seconds faster than you”
“This is going to be a long season. F***”
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“Well done Charlotte. With his pace you can certanly win every race this season”
“Haha, good job to everybody from those in the factory to the ones in the garage. What about Alex?”
“As good as you, the difference is 0.337″
“That’s good”
“Yes, we’ll wait for you in the garage”
As I parked, I could heard the applauses from my team and the people around the garage. 
And yes.
A very long season ahead.
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intro
That was fun. 
For those who doesn’t speak spanish, here the translation:
Girasol: sunflower.
Nunca le enseñaste bien español: you never taught him Spanish well.
Ciertamente él fue un terrible alumno: He certainly was a terrible student.
Hope you liked it :)
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vengeful  -  v.e. schwab  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying  tw :  death , violence , language , mental health
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‘what a fucking cliche.’
‘envy really doesn’t suit you.’
‘don’t you turn that knife on me unless you plan to use it…’
‘you should have let it go.’
‘you can’t just do that to me!’
‘you’ve been gone for hours.’
‘you never said I had to play fair.’
‘that’s a risk I’m willing to take.’
‘you look like a narc.’
‘it feels like dying.’
‘people have an idea of pain. they think they know what it is, how it feels, but that’s just an idea. it’s a very different thing when it becomes concrete.’
‘I did this. I did this to you.’
‘I am alive because of you.’
‘you think I’m playing god? fine, you play, (name). you decide, right now, who should live. us, or them?’
‘it’s a big world. you’re not the only one with talents.’
‘isn’t it silly to lie when we both know the truth?’
‘I think sometimes you make the easiest choice instead of the right one.’
‘make me the villain of that night, (name). wash you hands of any blame.’
‘a promise you can’t keep is just another lie.’
‘I don’t want you to save me. I want to save myself.’
‘I warned you when we met, I wasn’t a good person.’
‘killing me won’t bring her back either.’
‘think hard. we all have to live with our choices.’
‘the next time you point a gun at someone, make sure you’re ready to pull the trigger.’
‘we survived. that's what makes us so powerful.’
‘blood is always family, but family doesn’t always have to be blood.’
‘not all family is blood, right? sometimes we have to find a new one. sometimes we get lucky, and they find us.’
‘this isn’t a stupid game. it’s my life.’
‘are you used to getting what you want?’
‘hasn’t it occurred to you that I can protect myself?’
‘in this world, in my world, people get hurt. they die.’
‘people die in every world. I’m not going anywhere.’
‘you want to be more, (name)? prove it.’
‘they may think they’re kings but we’re the power behind the throne.’
‘i’m not a fucking coat, (name). you don’t get to check me at the door.’
‘where I go, you go. we’re in this together. step for step.’
‘did you always know that you had what it took to end a life?’
‘I thought it would be hard, but in that moment, nothing was easier.’
‘you were never one to dwell on the past. I loved that about you, the way things always just rolled off.’
‘every end is a new beginning.’
‘I underestimated you once. I don’t intend to do so again.’
‘the only difference between us is that you naively insist on preserving what I know should be destroyed.’
‘I played god once and it did not end well.’
‘oh no, it will never work between us.’
‘sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt, you just looked sad.’
‘while I admire how far you’ve come, the fact is, you’re tracking mud into my home.’
‘we can’t shape our past. only our future.’
‘don’t you ever wonder if it’s our fault?’
‘life is more than an equation. a person is more than the sum of their parts.’
‘normal is overrated.’
‘A\a magician doesn’t reveal his secrets.’
‘every power has its limits.’
‘we don’t decide who lives and who dies.’
‘now who’s letting their ideals cloud their judgement?’
‘how quickly we devolve. people become animals the moment they are caged.’
‘if you were superhuman, what would your power be?’
‘ignorance is only bliss if you want to get caught.’
‘i’m still here, still doing what I can, because I want to keep people safe.’
‘never underestimate a woman.’
‘I thought I could save him. I tried. but it didn’t work.’
‘power belongs to those who take it.’
‘sharks come swimming when you make a splash.’
‘that’s quite a talent you have there.’
‘I only hope you’re ready to do the right thing,’
‘you help me, and I’ll help you.’
‘everything’s got a limit. you should find yours.’
‘I don’t feel anything.’
‘oh, sorry, if you thought this was a girl’s-night-out kind of thing where we get drunk and bond, I’ll have to pass.’
‘why settle for one weapon when you can have an arsenal?’
‘the life I had is gone. there’s no getting it back.’
‘the life I had is gone. there’s no getting it back. i’d rather make a new one. a better one.’
‘I thought you were done with hiding.’
‘people can see an awful lot, and believe none of it.’
‘why sit around sulking when you could hurt the people who hurt you?’
‘let’s talk about revenge.’
‘there are limits. I can’t stop nature. can't change it’s course.’
‘whatever’s happened to you, however you’re hurt, you’ve done it to yourself.’
‘oh, I like to think I have a great deal of nerve.’
‘if you had a damn bit of sense you would have run.’
'knowledge may be power, but money buys both.’
‘sometimes subtlety is overrated.’
‘when people stay in the dark, it’s easier to make them disappear.’
‘I don’t want to survive, I want to thrive.’
‘what now? you gonna throw yourself a fucking party?’
‘if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you had something against me.’
‘if I wanted you dead, you would be.’
‘whatever you’ve heard, it’s probably true.’
‘is there anyone who doesn’t want to kill you?’
‘how many excuses will you find to vindicate your own stubbornness?’
‘careful is a calculated risk. and I’m very good at making those.’
‘the truth is, there will always be someone stronger than you.’
‘you do what you can. you fight, and you win, until you don’t.’
‘once upon a time, power was determined by linage—- the age of blood. then it was determined by money—- the age of gold. but I think it’s time for a new age. the age of power itself.’
‘let me guess, I’m either with you or against you?’
‘you always preferred being predator to prey.’
‘we just have to lie low until it’s over, and then—’
‘when this is over, you and I are going to have words.’
‘it appears that we are evenly matched.’
‘it always comes down to this, doesn’t it? to us.’
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An Unrequited Love
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You were finishing putting own your ruby earrings when you heard the door opened to your chamber, you turned and smile seeing your baby boy in the arms of your husband. The king walked further in the room walking over to you, he planted a kiss on your lips before you moved to grabbing your son. You made silly faces at him making the little boy coo, viserys stood behind you watching as you played with your son.
"Are you ready for today." He asked sitting at the end of the bed.
"Yes, I am. How about you my love are you ready to waste an afternoon with these boring people." Viserys chuckled lowly as you talked to your son in a baby voice.
"Those people are our friends." You bounced your two year old in your arms gently as you turned to viserys.
"No, they're not. They're your friends they despise me...yes they do...they despise your mommy." You smiled looking at Aegon as he giggle not understanding what his mother was saying to him.
"Are you going talk like that the whole time." He asked.
"If I have to." She song before giving aegon a big kiss on the cheek.
"Where were you earlier you missed daemon's welcoming ceremony." You didn't look at your husband as you rubbed your sons back.
"Oh, I had to feed helaena. She was getting little fussy so i had to put her to bed." The first part was true you usually don't lie to your husband, but when it came to daemon it seemed like a natural thing to do.
"He asked for you." You mentally sigh as you walked over to the cradle to look and see your baby girl still sound asleep.
"Hmmm." Viserys shook his head before getting up and coming up next to her.
"How long will you go without speaking to him, he was once your dear friend and now you treat him as if he is a stranger." He was also my lover you thought, viserys didn't know about that little detail nobody did.
"He was the one who stopped talking to me, husband. Not the other way around." He sighed.
"True, but you know how my brother can be." You hummed nodded your head knowing how petty and childish he can be when he don't get his way.
"We should get going don't want our subject to wait." You said ending the conversation, he nodded before grabbing aegon from your arms as you went to get helaena.
You both hold hands walking out of your shared chambers, as you walk in silence only sounds of the guards heavy footsteps following made your mind go to Daemon. The man who captured your heart and held it in a chest for nobody to take, he was your bestfriend in ever sense of the word he was always by your side and always taking you to extravagant places. You believed when you two were mere teens that he was going going ask your brother for your hand in marriage, and you waited like a fool for him to see more than just a secret lover. But, it never came even when you got married to your first husband he didn't look jealous or angry, he looked calmed as if he knew he had nothing to worry about because you were his but he wasn't yours.
You blinked coming back to reality as the bright sun beamed down on you, before you and your husband could take a step he was pulled away with aegon still in his arms by lords. He gave you an apologic look as you gave him a small smile watching him walk away following by the others, your eyes scanned for your daughter, Bhaera, only to catch a scene that made your blood boil and stomach turn. Daemon stood across Rhaenyra near the tree as he look alluring at her as he touch the necklace he gave long ago, the way she looked back at him made your heart break as she looked at him with admiration and love just like you use to do.
"What you looking at?" Your heart jumped in her stomach as your whole body froze up at the sound of your daughter's voice.
"Damn you, child. Are you trying to send me to an early grave." You turned your head towards her, she smiled widely at how easily you are frighten.
"Me? Never." She moved so she was now in front of you, she moved her hand to wiggle her fingers at helaena as the baby girl just stared at her.
"You still didn't answer my question." She glanced back at you making you raised your brow.
"Nothing, I was lost in thought that's all." She narrowed her eyes at you, Bhaera always knew how to read her people sometime even her mother which made you curse the gods for giving her your brains.
"No, I don't buy it." She says making you roll your eyes.
"Okay, Bhaera." You said nonchalant turning to walk away with your daughter in toe right beside you, she always was a observant and ambitious little girl always watching and listening taking things in account to use later.
"Why were you looking at rhaenyra and prince daemon?" She asked.
"I wasn't i was thinking and they so happened to be in my visual." You look at her with a neutral look making her try to read you, she ended up sighing in defeat making you smile on the inside.
"Fine keep your secrets. One of these days, I tell you I will know how to read you good enough to catch you in one of your lies." You laugh with her but on the inside you pray to the seven gods that she doesn't, as much as she loved her daughter she didn't need her knowing things about her past with daemon.
Without warning Bhaera put two of her fingers against her lips whistling making you look at her as well some of the guest looking their way especially daemon and rhaenyra, you watched as she waved at them and started to walk over making you follow after her with dread.
"Hello, prince daemon. Glad to see you still alive." Bhaera says with a grin making daemon chuckle.
"Thank you, princess. Didn't I tell you to call me uncle we are family after all." He moved over pressing a kiss to her cheek, you watched as his hand linger on her waist making your eyes turn up to their faces. The feeling of disgust was now added as you watch him stare down at her with a seductive smirk, Daemon's eyes caught yours only for second before looking back at the girls.
"That is true, but uncle daemon just don't have the nice ring to it like prince daemon." Bhaera said giving him her best dazzling smile that make the boys of king's landing drool, you and rhaenyra looked at her in shocked as she bluntly flirt with daemon. You kick Bhaera leg scowling her making the young girl frown at you as she rub her leg.
"Girls. Why don't you go save your father from those leeches, hmmm?" You looked at bhaera and rhaenyra, the future queen frown a bit as her uncle just got back and wish to spend more time with him.
"He'll still be here when you get rhaenyra." You said looking at her the young girl nodded before daemon nudge her shoulder with his own.
"You should hurry I heard that the queen has a bit of a temper." Daemon said mockingly looking down at the princess as you send daggers at him.
"I can vouch for that..." bhaera said as your eyes snapped to her making her act afraid as she pulled a giggling rhaenyra to found the king. You looked after them with a small smile before turning back to the man.
"Daemon, nice hair cut." He smiled raking his hand through it before shrugging as he took a step closer.
" Thank you, your highness..." he peered down in your arms looking at the bundle, "...this must be the son I heard so much about." He said flatly.
"No. This is your neice, princess helaena." He furrowed his brows before moving the blanket a bit to see the baby.
"Two childern. You two must got right to it pretty quickly, then." You rolled your eyes.
"That is my duty is it not, to bear childern for the king."
"True except that your son won't be king." You shrugged your shoulders.
"I know."
"And your...okay with that." You nodded.
"Of course, I accepted rhaenyra as the future queen long ago and my childern will too." You looked down at your baby with a smile thinking how proud you are of rhaenyra she would be a good queen she has the heart and spirit for it, daemon looked at you with an unreadable emotion before speaking up again.
"I misread you, cousin. He must fuck you good for you to let him impregnate you again." You looked up at daemon with distan as he wore a small smile.
"Especially, after promising me you would never let a men touch you in a way." He said lowly looking at the baby before back at you, "...three broken promises." You rolled your eyes.
"Same old daemon targaryen always making everything about himself."
"So, you don't deny that my brother pleasure you in the bedroom, interesting." He says.
"What I do in my chambers with MY husband, the king is none of your business, cousin." You states in a stern voice.
"Right, of course..." you sigh turning to see where the girls and your husband are as you grow frustrated with daemon, "...but in the end I was always better at making you cum wasn't I." You turned towards him with a pissed look.
"What is the matter with you honestly, why can't you just be happy that you have two healthy neice and nephew or that I'm okay and well." You asked as he looked at you with a blank stare.
"Why would I be happy that my position in the line of succession is getting lower and lower with every heir you pop out of your cunt." Your mouth fall open and your eyes widen at his response.
"Child." You whispered making him furrowed his brows, "...that is what you are a spoil miserable child that throws temper tantrum when he doesn't get his way." Daemon glared at her.
"You did it when you were replace as heir, you did it again after your brother offered help only for you to end the war in a second, and now this." You moved your free arm around motioning to this.
"Have you forgotten who are talking to–"
"No, but it seems like you have. I am queen, so listen to me very very carefully." You stepped closer to him her index finger pointing at his chest.
"Ao issi nykeā riñnykeā se syt tolī bōsa emagon ao issare acting raqagon mēre," you could feel the anger radiating off of him as you speak. (You are a child and for too long have you been acting like one.)
"...nyke ēdan enough ziry iksos jēda syt ao naejot mazverdagon se fuck bē." You hissed in valyrian. (I had enough it's time for you to grow the fuck up.)
You both glared at each even when viserys and the girls return, "Is everything alright?" He asked looking between his brother and wife, you turned towards viserys with a small smile.
"Yes, husband. Everything is alright, but I am no longer in a celebrating mood." You glanced down at your son taking his hand, Viserys was about to open his mouth as you walk away.
"I'll be in my chambers if anyone needs me." You said not soaring no room for a respose as the guards followed you the whole way to your chambers.
You put the baby in her cradle not too long one of ther servants that usually come to get aegon for his bath knocks before walking inside, you smiled at her as aegon waddled over to her making her pick the toddler up.
"You two go without me I be there in a bit." The servant girl nodded before leaving, you move to take a seat in front of the mirror as you take your earrings the words that daemon's said early echo in your head.
"Why would I be happy that my position in the line of succession is getting lower and lower with every heir you pop out of your cunt." You threw the earrings to the side making them slide away from you before knocking some of your stuff to the ground, how you fell in love that man will be a mystery to you. You put your head in your hands breathing in and out trying to calm down you sit up picking the stuff that fall before taking off the rest of your jewelry, you heard your daughter whimpers making you get up and walk over to her. You take her out rocking her in your arms, as you stare at her you smiled admiring her beauty and sweet eyes.
"My beauty..." you kissed her head, "...let's go see what your brother doing, yeah?" The baby made a noise causing you to giggle, you left the room not too long to found aegon getting his bath. After getting them clean you and the nanny retreat to helaena's room that was just a door away from yours and next to aegon, you watched aegon played around with his many toys with the nanny.
Not too long after the sun was setting aegon was sleep on your shoulder as you wait for the servant finish cleaning, you got up with both of your childern in your arm first laying aegon down in his bed. He shifted a bit before you kissed his head and tuck him in, you left his room going to your daughter's room next to get her settle in and soon moved to close the curtains. You go to your room to undress and get into your nightgown you grabbed the book on the side table by your bed as you waited for your husband, your knees were against your chest as the book lay on top as you flickering to the page you were last on.
The door to your chambers were opened not long later in the night you didn't look as you continued to read, viserys looked at you before noticing the earrings he got not that long ago was on the floor.
"What are these doing on the floor." He asked picking them up and turning to you.
"Must have fall." Your eyes was still trained on the book when you spoke.
"All the way over here." You shrugged turning the page, viserys sighs putting the rubies back to their original place before walking to your side of the bed and taking a seat on the edge.
"Does this have to do with what happened earlier between you and daemon."
"Nope." You said.
"Do you wish to talk about it?" He asked.
"No." You said again not in the mood to speak about daemon ever again, your eyes moved to his hand settling on your knee.
"You know you can talk to me about anything, I been told I hive decent enough. advice" he said looking at you with a sincere look, you sigh thinking about what you could say without making it into a big deal.
"I know...it just daemon being daemon, it wasn't serious."
"The way you stalk away says other wise..." you look up at him for a moment before sighing putting your book aside.
"He said something I didn't like." Viserys moved getting up heading over to his dresser.
"What about?" He asked pulling out a loose linen tunic.
"Us and something about the succession." You moved your book to your side table as viserys walk to his side of the bed.
"Like?" You side eyed viserys not saying anything, he said your name making you turn to him.
"It's nothing I do not wish to speak on it again, I wish to rid my mind of him and focus on something else." You said as viserys got under the covers, your hand went to his chest with a small smile.
"Is that your answer whenever you do not feel like talking, sex." He asked turning on his side.
"Yes, but if you don't wish for me to continue then–" he shushed you with his lips pulling your hand under the covers, he moaned against my lips as his hand move to your waist before sliding down to your thighs clenching your nightgown before pulling it up. Your moved your hand back up to his shoulder pushing him to lay on his back, you threw you leg over his waist pulling you gown up a bit so they pool around his waist to straddle him.
"This position makes me feel old." He comments his hands caressing your thighs, you tilt your head to the side with a small smile.
"I know but atleast you can still pleasure a woman, not many lords can say that." He rolled his eyes chuckling as his hands go further up your thighs.
"Rumors you heard I presume?" He asked.
"Nope heard it from their own wives." You both chuckled as you bend forward capturing his lips, you grew wet at his thumb against your pearl moaning softly.
Your body begin to react to viserys touches as you move on top of him, when you first married viserys you didn't hold him in the same light as you did daemon. So, when it was time to consummate the marriage you laid their expecting nothing more than him chasing his own peak, but the first night he surpised you he was gentle and considerate making sure you were okay throughout it all. He knew what he was doing unlike some men you heard about from their lovers, he took his time and at the end of the night you were satisfied.
After that you thought that would be the end and you both part ways to your separate chambers, but he wanted to see you again to just talk but sometimes you would refuse out of respect for daemon. Yet, still daemon haven't came back to king's landing you could take a month even three but almost a year was too long, so you started thinking about yourself for once and you let viserys in. So much so that he asked you to move into his chambers and you accepted, but it took you a well to get used to seeing viserys in a way especially since he knew you since you were a teen.
You panted with your head thrown back feeling close as your hands were clawing at his chest, one of viserys hands were massaging her breast well the other was playing with her heat. As you both we close a knock came from your chamber door, you both ignore it as viserys fuck up into you but another came causing viserys to sigh.
"Just tell them to go away, my dear." You whimper out still moving on top of him, viserys was about to tell whoever the hell was disturbing them to go away when otto yelled through the door about a urgent matter.
"No, no, viserys..." you growled lowly when he shift causing you to move to the side and cover your body with the covers, you watched annoyed as he stalk over to the door swinging it open.
As the door opened Otto's word caught in his throat when he saw you, you sat up on your right elbow giving him a small smile and little wave. I guess viserys notice otto's eyes and blocked your veiw of the man, you could hear whispering so you couldn't make out most of the words they were saying. The only words you caught were "fleabottom" and "daemon" making you roll your eyes making you to lay on your back, if it had something to do with daemon in fleabottom that was not urgent news.
You heard viserys say your name as he closed the door, and walk to the bed to pick up his pants.
"I have been summon." You rolled your eyes again sitting up.
"Can it wait? We were kinda in a middle of something." You motion with your hand as viserys didn't stop as he sat on the bed to put his boots on.
"I'm sorry, my dear. But, its very urgent I'm promise I'll make it up to you." He got up looking at you.
"Daemon in fleabottom is not a urgent matter, he goes there evey chance he gets it's nothing new. " You said getting fed up, Viserys look at you with hesitant look as he conseplating if he should tell you or not.
"Viserys...what is it?" You notice how his eyed held worry and a bit of anger.
"I'll tell you more when I found them." You looked flabbergasted as he kissed you hairline.
"Wait, what? Who is them? Viserys!" He didn't respond back as he made his way out the door, you move out bed and pulled your discarded night gown over your head. The knee high socks you were wearing didn't help with the cold floor as you walk to your door, you saw that the guards were gone and their was no one in sight. The words them circled in her head as you panicked as you rushed to your son and daughter rooms to check on them, you go helaena first to see she still asleep in her cradle you sigh putting you hand lightly on her belly in comfort.
When you opened the door to aegon he was still asleep you look around as you walk in before kneeling at the side of his bed, you moved your hand to his hair caressing it before stopping as he shifted you quietly planted a kiss on his head before walking out the room. You walked back to your room with furrowed brows trying to think of who he was talking about until it clicked, the girls must have went to fleabottom with daemon or daemon convinced them to go with him. The moment you sat down their was a knock at the door you quickly got up and snatched the red shawl from the chair and wrapped it around to cover yourself before answering the door, you look at one of the knight that accompany you earlier.
"Ser Hallaw. What can I do for you?" The knight looked over your shoulder before looking at you.
"I was looking for the king, your highness. Is he not here?"
"No, he was pulled away from urgent business. What is it you need." You asked patiently.
"O-oh, I can just wait for him or if you don't made telling me where I can–" you cut him off with your hand.
"Is it anything that has to with my daughters and daemon?" He hesitated for a second before nodding.
"I saw them all heading towards the east wing of the castle," Your heart started beating fast.
"Did you see a bronze armor with a sword in front of him and his hand pointing to the right." He nodded again making you step out your door closing it behind you knowing exactly where to go.
"Do you know what happened in fleabottom?" You asked.
"Ummm..." The young man seemed unsure he should tell making her grow impatient.
"Your queen asked you question, do you know what happened?" The man swallow thickly.
"...s-ome of the knights saw the prince bring the princesses to a pleasure house, and some say that he was defiling both princess rhaenyra and bhaera." You held your composure at how disgusted and pissed you were.
"Ser Hallaw, do you wish to be a lord someday." You asked calmly.
"Yes, my queen."
"Good. Because it be a terrible fate for a man like youself to be spreading such a rumor like that around, wouldn't it." You smiled as fear over took the man face.
"Y-yes, my queen." She nodded.
"Good that you know. I'm going for a walk stay here until my husband returns." You walked around him making him look after you.
The thoughts of what you were going to do to daemon played over in mind at evey turn you made, you thought of him as a disgusting bastard but now you see him for what he really is a despicable monster. He surely isn't down with his temper tantrum now crossing the line in taking your daughters one is whom to be future queen and one to be married soon to a brothel, and now he took them far east to the castle where they used to hide away from everybody else to fuck. The more you thought about the more you knew you should have never ignore your gut, you should have payed more attention maybe you could have stop him for ruining your daughters' reputation.
But, no more you didn't care as much as you care for viserys his brother was a danger to this family, and you didn't know how you were gonna make him go away but he gonna have a choose between walking out or leaving in bloody peices you were hoping for the latter. You walked past the bronze armor and twisted the knob to see if it was knock, you huffed in gratitude as you bust into the large room.
"Bhera? Rhaenyra?" You shouted looking around, you looked see nobody before you heard a soft moan coming from the bed that was blocked by the curtains that surround it. You stomp over to the bed flinging the curtain apart ready to drag either daughter out, only to found daemon alone without a shirt and smelling of alcohol.
"Where are they." You snapped at him, he stretched rubbing his face before tilting his head at you with a smile.
"Who?" You launched at him only him to roll of the bed away from your clutches.
"Too slow." He said making you scramble off the bed and grabbed the heaby candlestick.
"Don't play dumb with me, you fool. Where are my daughters." You hissed rounding the bed as he back up.
"Last time I saw them. I think they were on their back with some who‐" Daemon ducked his head to the side as you threw the candlestick at them.
"Liar! The knight said he saw you lot coming this way, now where are they." You picked up his boots ready to throw them at him.
"Ser Hallaw. Oh, I told him to say that to get you here." He smiled widely putting his hands in his pockets, you looked perplexed and shock.
"Why?" You held up your arm ready to throw his own boot at him.
"I wanted be the one to tell you myself, how much they enjoyed when I fucked them like filthy whores and how they moan like bitches in heat." He ducked again as you threw one of his boots near his head.
"You vile thing I hope the gods strike you." You grunted launching the other boot at him only to miss, you looked around for anything else to throw at him.
"They favor me too much to do so, I am invincible." He chuckled before it turned into a painful groaned when you threw a book at his abdomen.
"How about now you son of a bitch, you still feel invincible." He glared daggers at her before stalking towards her making her back up.
"Get the fuck away me." You launch another book at him only for him to swat it away, you stumbled a bit as you walk backwards trying to put as much distance between you two.
He grabbed your arm pulling you towards his body as he grin down at you, you moved your knee up hard getting him in his jewels. You pushed him off you making him fall backwards onto the rug as he held his hands between his legs, you weren't finish with your assault when you started hitting him.
"You bastard...how could you do this...their only childern." He put his arms up blocking your hits.
"Please, their women and time for you and my brother to see that." You stopped briefly at what he said you glared down at him with anger.
"You disgusting creature do you have any idea what you done." You yelled at him as he looked up at her.
"Bhaera is to be married to a good man to a stark boy and rhaenyra is to be queen who would want them now." You scream getting off him and turning away you cried in your hands, you worked so hard to make sure that your daughter had a good life after her father passed. One of the reason, you said yes to viserys offer to marriage she needed a good father figure,and now everything she worked so hard for her daughter is not ruined because of this scum.
"This must put you and my brother in a tight position now, for all we know one of them could be pregnant with my child." You couldn't help but cry more at that revelation, by the gods your poor babies.
"But, their is a way you could still save their reputation, by simply marry them off to me." You snapped around at him.
"No, you vile pig if you think for second this is how you get the iron throne, then your dumber than you look." He wore a light smirk as he stood merely a few feet away from you.
"What?" You snapped.
"Just admit it." You looked at him stern not knowing what he was talking about.
"Bhaera is my daughter, isn't she." He said with a smirk you looked at him with distan and defeat.
"Please, tell me you didn't touch her, daemon." He walked up to you looking down at you he moved his thumb across your cheek wiping away your stained tears.
"No, but you would be unhappy to hear how grand she was when she found out that I am her father," you hanged your head in sorrow.
"You should have saw the look on her face first shock, then confusion which turned into anger, and finally acceptance. Who knew growing up could be great." He caught your wrist before you can punch him in his stupid smug face, he grabbed the hold of the other one pulling you close.
"I hate you." You hissed.
"Your get over it after a good fuck." He smirked before putting a arm around your shoulder and pushing his lips against yours. You free arm pushed against his chest but his hold on you was a iron grip, he sucked and bit your bottom lip before shoving you on the ground you kicked you legs at him only for him to grab them pull you forward.
He laid on top of you planting wet kisses against you neck as he pulled up your nightgown, you shudder when his fingers swipe against your folds he moan in your neck.
"...soaken wet...all for me, my love." He whispered in your ear.
"No, it was from your brother before you interrupted us." You said snarky making him pull away and louring at you with a mixture of anger and detest, you made a noise when his hand wrapped around your neck making your hand go to his wrist.
"Didn't your mother teach you if you can't say nothing nice, you shouldn't say nothing at all." You watched as his head snapped to the side after you slapped him getting tired of him talking, he leered down at you making you glare back up at him.
"Your gorgeous when your angry." Was the only words he said before moving back to capturing your lips, He hastily pulled the strings apart from your nightgown before shoving his hands in to massage your breast. You let a small moan slip past your lips that was all daemon needed for you to twist you on your stomach, you heard him quickly unbutton his pants you felt the cool air hit your backside you laid your head down moaning at daemon's fingers making you grow wetter.
You clenched your fist feeling him slowly push inside you, you heard curses fall from his lips as his hand settles on your mid back.
"I forgot how magnificent your cunt feels, my love." He mutters out as he slowly pulled out and push back in.
"...stop talking." He chuckled lowly before using his strength to pull on your knees so you could be on all fours.
His hand slides from your back to your shoulder grabbing hold as his other hand stays on your waist, daemon fucks into you his hips smacks against your ass making you whimper at the pace. It been so long since you both been togther so long since you both touched one another, daemon grabs your ass squeezing them as he fucks harder into you. He watched as you slowly unravel as sweet whispers fall out of your mouth in waves, he groan softly as you squeeze around him as you was close to coming as was him. You was pushed back down flat on your stomach with your hips a bit in the air as daemon lay on top of you grasping your balled up fist, he moved your white hair away from your face as he planted kisses on your cheek and shoulder. His short hair fall from it neat slick back hair style as you vibrated under him as you came with a silent cry, daemon didn't stop pounding until he came himself he collapse on top of you still spouted his seed inside you to take and hold.
Neither of you moved your head was flat on the ground with your eyes shut tired, daemon's legs was tangle with yours he moved his foot to caress your own making you lazily do the same making him smile a bit. He finally pulled out and laid beside you on his back putting his arm under his head he looked to the ceiling feeling a bit nostalgic, memories of you both coming here fucking and making love still play fresh in his mind from time to time. He looked over at you with your eyes still close and hand against your chin taking in the quiet, he turned on his side to face you moving his hand to put a strand of hair behind your ears. You crack your eyes opened to see him how close he was to you, making you turn your body to face him as you put your hands under your cheek laying on them.
"...run away with me." He whispered.
"Where will we go?" You asked quietly back.
"...anywhere far from here, we can go to braavos or pentos...hell we can even go to the isle of love." His hand moves to hold your cheek as he tell you all the things you can do togther as if you never heard these promises before.
"This time would be different, you were right about me and I want you by my side..." he could see that you were sure about all this so he said something you never imagined him saying to anyone.
"...I love you, and I want you be my wife and bear more of my childern." You stared at him for a minute.
"No." You sit up leaving him stunned on the floor, he let out a huff before turning to sit up and look at you as you fix your grown.
"So, that's it." You nodded.
"Yep. That's it." You moved to get your shawl that fall on the bed when you tried getting daemon.
"I don't understand this is what you always wanted–"
"Yeah, when i was single and childless." You tied the shawl around your shoulder before looking at daemon who was still on the floor.
"Now, that you have all of that you don't need me anymore. What the fuck was this then." He said getting angry, sometimes daemon couldn't tell what he was feeling was real or not he made a habit out of faking things a lot to get his way. Including, promising naive women that he was going to make them his queen and that they would be togther forever, but in reality it was a game for him to play.
"A farewell to my old life with you," you walked over to the door only to stop when he call your name.
"Don't turn your back on me, I gave your life meaning...you owe me." He was right he did give your life meaning he gave you a daughter, he abandoned you which turn you married his brother which gave you two more beautiful childern but...
"I don't owe you anything." You opened the door before slamming it shut behind you leaving daemon all alone in a full of nothing more than memories.
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For What It's Worth - Chapter 2
Chapter 2: The Plan is formulated.
Max Verstappen x Reader. 
Chapter Summary: Max finally sees the flowers that lead to his downfall and reluctantly helps his best friend come up with a plan to find out who sent them. 
Warnings: Swearing. 
Word Count: 2736.
Author's Note: Please forgive me for this taking so long. Life happens I guess. I have als decided I am probably going to be making the chapters slightly shorter, because yeah, just something fun and silly. Can’t wait to hear your guys thoughts On all of this <3 
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“I mean, they’re flowers?” Both you and Max stood above the bunch resting on the table, the note lying just below them, conveniently placed upside down so it couldn’t be read. Max couldn’t help but feel that the florist's logo was taunting him. His hand gripping the back of the chair that he was leaning on, itching to turn the card over to silence its taunts. The only thing worse would be what was on the other side of the card. He couldn’t look at that. His own words, his confession staring back at him. 
“They’re my favourite flowers.” Your stance mimicked Max’s, only now you were looking at him. You watched as he slowly nodded his head, not in recognition of being told new information, but instead a nod of confirmation. “So I assume you told him which flowers to get then?” 
It was accusatory, you were egging him to confess that he knew who had sent the flowers. “I didn’t tell anyone these were your favourite flowers.” He still hadn’t looked at you, eyes willing the note to catch fire. 
“But you knew these were my favourite flowers?” He could feel the sweat starting to drip down the side of his face where you were burning a hole with your eyes. 
“In my defence, everyone knows these are your favourite flowers, I didn’t need to tell anyone because you cannot keep any personal information to yourself.” This was the first time he looked at you and  he couldn't help but feel a smile tug at his lips as he caught sight of the scandalised look on your face. 
“Don’t lie, I am very good at keeping secrets, thank you very much.” You shoved Max’s shoulders, you couldn’t help but notice how his arms tensed under the force, which helped him barely even move from his position. 
“You’re good at keeping other people's secrets, your own though? You’re an open book.” It was a matter of fact and he knew you knew he wasn’t wrong, your silence and scowl confirming exactly what he had just said. 
“So you didn't tell him?” As he shook his head in response, he was simultaneously confused and slightly insulted that you hadn’t assumed it was him. Had you completely written him off as a viable option considering the fact that you both worked together? 
“Have you read the note?” There was absolutely no chance that he was going to read what was on that note, and anyway, he already knew exactly what was written and what was meant to be written, his name. 
“I don’t need to read the note.” It sounded childish coming out, even he knew that, but he really really did not need to read that note, especially not in front of you. 
“Read the note Max.”  You reached forward to turn it over, and there were the words, His words, mocking him even more violently than that logo had. 
The WDC means nothing if I don’t have a woman like you by my side. 
They could cheer my name in those stands until the end of time, but the only name I’d ever recognize myself having is “yours”. 
Even on that podium, in front of a sea of people, only when I see you, do I truly feel like I have something worth celebrating. 
You are my calm, my favourite feeling, my safe space, I can only hope that I can be yours as well? 
“Do you think he was asking me out?” Your voice pierced through the ringing in his ears, his brain inundated with criticism of why this was the worst love note he could have possibly written. It had seemed cute at the time, the F1 theme and all made sense, he was a WDC, you worked for him in F1, you had met because of F1, kind of, sort of, he didn’t like to dwell on that moment too much, but now, the note seemed awful. It seemed like a cliche. 
And worst of all, you didn’t even understand that he was asking you to be his girlfriend. Could he have fucked this up any more than he already had? 
Thank God he had forgotten his name. 
“I think he was probably asking you out,” he took a quick glance your way before continuing, testing the waters, “I think he might have been asking you to be his girlfriend?” 
Why the fuck were you scrunching your face like that? 
“He is not asking me to be his girlfriend.” The scoff you added at the end had Max feeling a lot more offended than he was allowed to show in this situation. 
“Of course he’s asking you to be his girlfriend. Look at the last line.” Max shoved the note in your direction, making sure to only briefly touch the card. 
“Who asks someone to be their girlfriend without signing their name?” You shoved the card back. 
“A fucking idiot.”  Him. 
“Which could be any driver on this grid.” He hated how smug you looked right now, especially because it was him. He was the idiot. No one else on that grid would have done something this stupid. Just him. 
“And you want me to help you?” You frantically nodded along, “You want me to find you an idiot to date?” Max felt the entire air of the room shift, and yes, he can admit that maybe he had said that a little harshly, but he wasn't expecting you to look so deflated at the comment. 
“Well, yeah, I mean, he clearly either pays attention to me or he went out of his way to make the effort and like, yeah, I know that maybe it’s the bare minimum, but I don’t know if you can tell, but it’s not exactly like I date a lot.” You had stopped looking directly at him and Max, for the first time, had noticed that you were a little embarrassed by the confession. 
“You should date more.” Me. You should date me. More. Well, you should start. Is what Max wanted to say. 
“Of course, if only it was that easy, you know, all things considered.” You laughed along to your own joke as you began moving around your hotel room, grabbing your jacket which had been previously strewn on the bed, slowly ushering Max out of the room with you so you could leave. 
“Considering what?” Max shut the door behind him and quickly fell in step with you, making your way down the hall. 
“You know? All the travel? Being the assistant to the big bad Max Verstappen?” You stopped in front of the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor. 
“Big Bad Max Verstappen?” What did your dating life have to do with you being his assistant?
“You do know men will not get near me because of the fact that we are together constantly. There have been a  lot of rumours of us dating Max. How do you not know this?” 
He hated how proud he felt. He truly hated how good this all made him feel, but yeah, he wanted everyone to know that you were his. Well, not yet, but you were going to be his girlfriend.  
Eventually. 
Hopefully. 
“Hurry up, you’re going to be late!” He had noticed that you were already at the hotel doors, waiting for him to catch up and so he had broken out into a jog to catch up with you. 
“Yeah, well, maybe they should stay away.” Wrong this for him to say, but he was proud of it. 
“Why? So you can just keep me as your assistant forever?” You laughed as you slid into the car, losing Max;s eyesight. 
“You do realise you’re also my best friend right? Like, my best friend in the whole wide world?” He started the car and pulled into traffic. 
“You’re the one who hired me Max, and plus, it’s a race weekend. I’m your friend after hours.”  He hated that you put your feet on the dash. 
“Probably should have never done that.” You let out a laugh that filled the car, but you would never know how serious he actually he was. 
Every part of him regretted hiring you. If he hadn’t then maybe he could have you in the paddock with him as his girlfriend instead. A girlfriend he could hug and kiss publically and not be the creepy fucking boss. 
“Getting sick of me already?”Max countered, willing himself not to look at you while he was driving. He always found himself having to do exactly this. 
“I could never get sick of you Maxie” He knew you were teasing him, but he’d be lying if he said that one sentence didn't mean the world to him too. 
“If you’re going to be cheeky, you can always just quit.” 
“Fine.”
“No.”
You barked out your laugh and he couldn’t help but mimic it, mostly from relief though. He was embarrassingly reliant on you, and not even as his assistant, although, yeah, as his assistant too, but it was mainly as his friend. 
“You saying you need me there Maxie.” More teasing. 
“Yes.” He chose to be completely honest with you. 
He could feel your eyes on him, his hands gripping the steering wheel just ever so slightly tighter, making the final turn towards the track. 
“Yeah, I need you too.” It was a whisper, he was almost certain he wasn’t meant to hear it, but he did. Maybe there was still a chance. 
The rest of the ride was silent, comfortable, both of you letting the confessions sit in the air, allowing you both to breathe them in. 
The next time either of you speak, you’re making your way into the paddock, the nerves of the season finally seeping in as the first real day of the race weekend begins. 
“So, I’ve come with a plan.” You shuffled through the gates, Max following close behind.
“A plan for what?” Max tried to wrack his brain for what could possibly need a plan of action for the weekend, “There's? Wait, that's for PR and my strategist?”
“Max, no, a plan to figure out who sent the flowers.” You shot Mx a confused look, wondering how he had already forgotten about the conversation from this morning. 
“Oh.” Fuck, this again. 
“So,” You either didn’t notice or just chose to ignore his disinterested reaction as you carried on updating him on what you had come up with, “I’m making a list of each driver on the grid you it could possibly be,” you looked to Max, waiting for his nod before you would continue, “And then kind of, seducing him to maybe,”
“No.”
You looked at Max after the sharp instruction left his mouth. His face was hard set, jaw clenched, eyes forward as he tried to keep his cool. 
“Well, how else am I meant to figure out who it was if I don't,”
“If you say the word seduce again, you’re fired.” He’d fire you purely so he could date you, he’d fire you to get you out of this paddock and away from the other drivers immediately, he would do anything to not have to watch you seduce anyone other than him. 
“Well what should I do then?” The slap of your arms against your thighs after you dropped them in frustration was enough to finally draw Max’s full attention back to you and what he found was you waiting for an actual idea from him. 
He was going to have to help the woman he loves figure out how to seduce other men. His friends. 
If anything happens between any of them, he was a little nervous that he was going to take them out on the track. 
He was losing his mind. 
“Maybe just go up and ask them?” They’d say no, Max would be happy and then he could figure out how to actually get you. Maybe he should seduce you. 
No, that’s what the flowers were, and then he’d still be the creepy boss. 
“And embarrass myself? No way.” 
“And you won’t do that while trying to seduce them?” he faked a laugh as you shoved him away from you. 
“Firstly, you’ve never seen me seduce anyone, I'm excellent at it, and secondly, I bet I could have you on your knees with my seduction skills so don’t laugh.” Max felt his entire face heat up at the thought of being on his knees for you. He most certainly wasn’t laughing now. 
“Who exactly would you be seducing?” He could get around this. There was always going to be a way for him to get around this. The guys all knew how he felt about you. Surely none of them would fall for any of this, so why not entertain it for a little bit while he figures out what his next move is. 
“I knew you’d come around to it! Okay, so I was thinking we should start with Daniel.” Max was going to throw up. 
“Daniel?” No, all of this was a bad idea. No. 
“Yeah, I don’t know, he was kind of like, looking at me last night, and when we were walking back inside he had his hand on my lower back and like, you know?” If he wasn’t so angry he would have noted how cute the blush looked on your cheeks, but no, he was furious. Daniel knew how he felt and now he was doing all of this? He needed to talk to Daniel, put him in his place when it came to you.
But, he also does all of this to you? Why was he excluded from the potential pool of drivers interested in you? 
“So Daniel, then Lando, Carlos,” you continued in lieu of Max responding to your suspicions about Daniel, “then there’s Yuki, George and Lewis.”
“This list is getting pretty long.” God, even Max knew he sounded pathetic with that comment. 
“Shut up, there’s a lot of options on that grid.” You grabbed a cup of coffee as you continued rambling on to Max, “and finally, Charles and Pierre.” 
“What, not considering me then?” You giggled at his comment, despite how serious he was being, unbeknown to you. 
“Probably a little unprofessional to flirt with my boss.” Please, please flirt with me, it’s all Max could think about as you placed the cup of coffee in front of him. “So, what do you think?” You sipped on your cup, waiting for Max to give some decent input. 
“It's a list.” The coffee tasted awful. 
“Max, please, I just want a shot at love too.” Your voice was too soft, too honest. If Max wasn’t such a coward, this would have been his moment to tell you that you’ve always been loved by him, for too long for him to still be keeping it a secret, but he loved every part of you, in every scenario, in every way. And he was going to love you through this too. 
“Okay, so, when do you start seducing Daniel.” Your smile was beaming at him, but he couldn’t help how heartbroken he felt at knowing it was because you were going to try and get another man, one that wasn;t him, one that he considered one of his best friends. 
“Well, he’s here this weekend, so why not this Grand Prix?” Your smile had turned from bright to sly and Lord knows Max really really wanted to see that smile in a very different context, where he was the one you were thinking about. Maybe even if you two were alone, in his hotel room, which is exactly what could have happened if the whole thing with the flowers had actually gone how he had planned it. Instead, here you were, thinking about his friend, who he was going to kill and help you flirt with. 
In his entire life, out of everything he had ever endured, this was the most defeated he had ever felt, but if it made you happy, well then, 
“Yeah, this Grand Prix it is.” 
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Episode 32 notes!
Starting off right in the middle of action, right where we left off!
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And some great animation there, too!
The thing about Anya is that her plans are so innocently silly that thanks to her young age, they actually work.
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She's right there in front of Yor, acting like she doesn't recognize her, and Yor accepts that because a) it's easy and b) well Anya is a little kid, isn't she?
The fact that Anya is visibly sweating and has a very nervous expression shows that she's worried her plan won't work, and the entire family could come apart right there. She knows it's a risky plan... but because of the circumstances, it works perfectly not only to cover Yor but also to cover Anya's knowledge of Yor's secret.
I love her.
Also, a great way to take the fear of exposure away from Yor and help her focus on the fight! Worth waiting the entire week for!
I also love how excited the entire crowd was about seeing two people "play" with what seems to be lethal weapons. They'd do numbers as WWE fans.
The camera focuses on Yor as she's starting to question herself.
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Yes you are! You're hesitating to get close because you fear you'll get hurt and you know that will make Anya and Loid sad! (And of course because you'll have no excuse to tell them but okay yeah)
Anyway. I just like how in comparison to the manga, we see her expression there during her inner monologue.
Yor comments about how professional the guy is with the chain, but then she has no problem using the chain's momentum to wrap it around his wrist and then his torso. Some excellent animation there showing the small details of her control of the chain!
~YOU'VE BEEN HIT BY-
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YOU'VE BEEN STRUCK BY-
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THE THOOOORN PRIIINCEEEEEEEESS~
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She even used his immobilized body to make him bow. She's an absolute legend.
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I've talked before that this isn't even a five-year-old roleplaying. She's actually getting involved with actual enemies of the state, helping their plans without them knowing, and having a blast. Her moral compass may be a little unhinged but by god is it steadfast XD
And then. The Grand RevealTM
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WHITE ASS LEGS
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I love him your honour. How did he even combine all that, I don't wanna know. The rainbow-tinted glasses is what ended me.
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Anya Forger, professional heart-breaker.
Again. Talking with a guy who believes humans will never understand each other and who wants to wage another war, while Twilight has his own war trauma? No big deal. Anya calling him uncool? THE SHOCK AND DESPAIR OF HIS LIFE.
And off to the next chapter! Great transition in the anime - I can usually notice when they jump onto the next chapter, but this time I was surprised with how smoothly they took it from one to the next.
Turtleneck guy says he can't pick up Yor's scent? Even though he seems to have extraordinary smelling abilities?
Is that another reason why Yor is so good at sneaking up on people? She did sneak up on Twilight, after all...
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"The bones" mentioned above... is that Loid talking about the skeleton keychain? There was, after all, a hidden bug in the store Loid and Anya were in...
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Some things never change.
I can't wait for the moment he realizes how soundly she sleeps on his arms because she trusts him and he makes her feel safe, just like his mother did for him :)
Zeb! I finally get the name of the guy! I won't lie that calling him Furseal felt so weird, like, apologies if your name is Furseal but hey.
Anyway. His outburst felt so real. This man doesn't belong in crime.
And of course, Olka is way too desensitized to such violence, having grown up in the family, after all, and I kinda like how she goes like "Yo snap out of it". Endo really doesn't hold back from having women tell men off huh. I also love the baby talk she used with Gram. So cute.
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This scene has the very same music used in the first episode where Twilight has his flashback and remembers what his reason to become a spy was. I feel kinda sad hearing it here because I'd thought that this melody would be used as [redacted]'s leitmotif, but its meaning seems to be connected with how people broken by war can find the hope in humanity needed for peace. Or something.
McMahon berates Yor for going near the door earlier even though she didn't hear their secret knock, but in reality it wouldn't matter - unless the assassin heard their voices from outside the door - because the assassin shot anyway. It would have been the same if she had protected Olka from the first moment and then tried to assess how to attack the guy. So maybe calm down, dude.
The moment Zeb was like "How are we supposed to sleep like that?" I was certain we'd see him sleeping and snoring deeply. I was not disappointed XD
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Me when proper trigger discipline: 🥳💯👀🥳👌💯👀👌👌👀🎊👌🎊💯
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First, good ol' focus on the ring on McMahon's finger. Second, I'm confused by the translation here in comparison to the manga. Here it says "as long as people continue to be people" while the manga says "as long as people are the way they are", and that can have a different meaning. The former sounds like conflict is in the nature of humans and that it's something we can never avoid, which doesn't seem to follow the story's ideal. It's what Donovan Desmond beliefs are based on, after all. The latter sounds like people are currently very focused on matters that cause conflict, and have a chance of reaching peace if taught differently.
I think, depending on the interpretation, it can tell a lot about McMahon's character. I will wait to see the rest of the arc to make up my mind.
And after he says that they're soldiers even in time of peace, the manga treats us to a panel of a pensive Yor, but the anime doesn't.
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Stop robbing us, anime team!
Yor tells the others they should keep their shoes on - nice detail, btw - and Olka looks very familiar with such a concept, while it's Zeb who is a little surprised but accepts it. It's interesting what a character not reacting to something can tell about them!
As expected, Yor and Olka are vigilant, while Gram and Zeb sleep like babies. Let them rest XD
Some brand new music there! There's a lot of new music in general. And then THIS!
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THIS IS THE FUTURE LIBERALS WANT ETC
The way Yor widens her eyes when she realizes what she just imagined! AAAAAAAAAHHHH!
And BOY we talk a lot about Loid's denial but the way Yor is still going like "No, no, no, priorities!" though. THE WAY SHE THINKS OF YURI BEING PROUD OF HER, THEN BEING AN INDEPENDENT MAN SHE MANAGED TO RAISE WITH A FEW ISSUES, AND THEN THE HAPPY FACES OF LOID AND ANYA EATING HER FOOD I WILL GO FERAL
Someone hug her omg she deserves the world 😭😭
Neither Twilight nor Yor are the only people neck-deep in denial though.
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"The man decided to live for his job" yeah right. He sees one (1) pretty woman pay him some attention because of Bond and he's like "Well imma adopt a dog then". Bond's doubtful and rejecting reaction was priceless XD
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This is so fucking funny to me for some reason aadshadfhsdgh. Look at him. Brought into despair by one (1) five-year-old.
I kinda love how he admits that he does fear the unknown, and has been simply trained to overcome it and try to deal with what he has in front of him.
And currently, his fear is for Anya's emotional state.
Having no idea that she's actually having the time of her life, even though she hasn't realized how deeply dangerous her situation is.
Anyway, I love that she brought Mr. Chimera with her on the trip <3
LOID HAVING HIS VERY OWN OH MAH GAH MOMENT I LAUGHED SO HARD
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He is very seriously focusing on how he can make Anya happy. He thinks she asked to go for mini golf because she likes it, so he followed along, he saw her upset with how she lost, and believed she needed to experience winning in order to feel fulfilled, so he was determined to stay there until she won.
Anya takes him to the library and of course he's read everything. And even if he hadn't, he has photographic memory and can practically read through an entire tome in minutes.
But still, he's focused on her happiness, and he's satisfied that Anya is having fun reading comics. She goes for the puzzle (btw I love the idea of having a big puzzle available and leaving it to passersby to solve it. I once visited a school where they had one on a table in the halls and students would sit and try and solve it during recesses) and he analyzes it, thinks he can solve it quickly. Anya reacts in shock, and we hear a tiny hesitant "Oh" from him, because he noticed her sudden change in reaction.
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Oh no. Twilight is rubbing off on her a little too much. You're five, darling. Enjoying yourself is your job!!
Just like with the bullet in butt date, Loid cannot understand why Anya looks so angry now after having spent an entire day having fun - and he cataloguing what she seems to be having fun with.
The way that he ends his internal monologue with his fear of the Forgers breaking apart and Operation Strix doesn't cross his mind once, tells a lot about how his priorities are starting to change enough to even silence his "For the Mission" talk. My mans falling hard.
Anya sees how worried Loid has gotten... and maybe she reads even deeper and realizes how genuine of a worry it is? That he's not worried for her as an asset of Operation Strix, but as a kid that deserves to have fun and be happy. And she steps up to reassure him.
And oh, how his face changes! T_T
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And the way he alternates between "Loid voice" when he speaks and "Twilight voice" when he thinks. Have I congratulated Takuya Eguchi for this feat yet?
And by the way, he "justifies" Anya being so upset of missing her mama because she's still a "small child". Because of course only small children can miss their mothers, right? Twilight definitely doesn't miss his, right?
Forget neck-deep denial, this man is deep down the Mariana Trench of denial.
And the "Small Daily Life" track from the soundtrack plays, with the beautiful family leitmotif...
I love them. He can be so sweet with Anya, I can only imagine how he'll end up post-identity reveals and especially post-feelings realization.
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The final few hours before Olka, Gram and Zeb get safely transferred! I think you can see the tension on their entire faces.
Also some intense, new soundtrack there! Interesting! The composers have done a lot of job this season, carefully mixing up tracks from the previous season with new ones to create the respective mood.
And that's it for this week! I foresee way more action on the next episode! :D
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cutedice · 1 year
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Luffy, Usopp + Buggy w/ an so (gn) who is SO INCREDIBLY SILLY
Like the so is basically a jester. a little fella. just mindless entertaining fun 24/7 with this guy.
((Anon. You are my new favorite anon ever.))
When the S/O is Silly!
Characters: Luffy, Usopp, Buggy Warnings: None, fluff.
Everything is GN!
LUFFY
- He's all for the goofy behavior.
- Seriously, if you can make him smile he's 100% already vibing with you and you make him smile constantly.
- He's always ready to play with you or just listen to you tell jokes.
- People already compare him to the sun, and he never really understood that until he met you.
- He also 100% has a prank war going with you. It's endearing at first but now it's an actual war and the other Strawhats have been picking sides.
- So far you're winning, much to his annoyance. But, he can't pout for too long when he hears your laugh and looks over to be met with such a warm expression on your face.
- If you want an easy way to get to him when he is in a mood, physical comedy gets him a lot. He's a sucker for slapstick. Slip on a banana peel for the man.
- He'll always make sure you aren't hurt afterwards, so no worries! He just... has to stop laughing first.
- You can pout at him all you want after, but it won't do much.
- "C'mon, (Y/N)! You just- and- and the noise you made--" and he's hunched right back over losing his mind.
- Come on, how could you stay mad at him? Well, you can't! Because he finds it so funny, he tries to replicate it so you can see what he saw.
- Ends with you both lying on the deck, cheeks red and heads fuzzy from the lack of air, but genuinely enjoying each others company so much.
- Luffy wouldn't trade the feeling for the world.
USOPP
- Let's be real, he appreciates comedy. And, while he loves childish jokes and acts he also enjoys most other forms (except Robin's).
- But he loves yours!
- He makes a lot of self deprecating jokes at himself, it's his fall back and, while he doesn't do it enough to be concerning, he also doesn't hold back.
- But, none of those jokes last long when you're around!
- Cheesy pickup lines always get him to laugh. Sometimes you might get a blush or a bashful turn-away, but he's always laughing and fighting back chuckles.
- He loves hearing you add onto his tall tales. Commit to this man's bits!! He will love you!
- Get's even more entertaining if you act it out with impressions, play it up with him! Be nerds! Drama kids!
- You can't play any acting game together because you just wind up laughing too much to participate.
- One of his secret favorite things you do to make him laugh is when you sit in his little corner with him and purposely put something together wrong.
- "Y/N, pfft, I- I asked you to make a cube! How- how'd you make a triangle? Where- where's the other piece?"
- This situation is a win all around because it makes him laugh, he gets an ego boost in helping you, and if you really don't know how to build stuff or don't want to then he'll never know!
BUGGY
- As a clown himself, Buggy has been known to appreciate the finer forms of comedy.
- So, needless to say if you throw a pie at someone you're already a star in his book.
- Okay, he might be a little more mature than that and the pie might have to be well timed, but a well time pie throw is still a win! Really, if your timing is pretty good you'll land most jokes with him.
- Not to say everything needs to be timed. Sometimes silly things just happen with him.
- He's a walking shenanigans magnet and if you can double down on that and make it a positive thing for him he'll adore you.
- Plus, you so graciously taking the butt of the captain's jokes and pranks has the rest of his crew and Alvida praising you (mostly due to their mild annoyances to them).
- Buggy does pull pranks by the way. Constantly. But, he always, without fail, get's flustered when you catch him trying to set one up or mid-lie.
- Full body, red faced, you swear you can hear steam coming out of his ears. But, he always ends up laughing with you afterwards. It's funny once he looks back on the scene after a few minutes of denial and he can admit that much at least.
- And, you never laugh at him. Well, not in a bad way. He gets defensive, he's got a sensitive ego and he's greedy; but you only see him as... well, your fun partner in crime!
- That's right. If you've got the confidence to go head-to-head with him then you're officially his partner in crime! You don't really get a choice in this, he'll drag you along with his plans.
- Of course, he takes all the credit for any joke he might pull on the crews. He doesn't want you to get in trouble. Plus, he gets mild entertainment watching them treat you like your innocent.
- It's like having a spy on the inside as you come back to him with everyone's plans and schedules, and you two have a late night planning session.
- "So, if Alvida and Mohji are on the island that leaves--" he turns to face you for some help only to see you mid air plane throw at his head.
- You maintain eye contact for a moment before he grins and suddenly a hand is on your side, tickling you into surrender. "Hah! Try and best me again I dare you!"
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ttoddii · 22 days
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in the water
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pairing(s) – bada lee x f!reader
genre – angst to fluff
warnings – unrequited love, howl (i mentioned him once i promise), messy story, bad grammar, lowercase intended.
wc – 1.5k
a/n – i need to reset my mood after i wrote so many smut fic and hcs, so this is an attempt to get all my emotions back in check before i start writing for weaving fate. i know this is not the best and all the descriptions and plot are so so messy, and i sincerely apologize for that. i hope you enjoy.
taglist (OPEN) – @missminho; @taniio; @vvsbada; @krissysays (comment under my posts to be add/remove)
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the salty air wrap your body in its embrace as you walk on the beach, one of your hand holding your shoes as you let your feet feel the sandy texture, your body weight make the sand shrink a bit as you look down at your footprints.
you could hear the sound of waves crashing down on the ocean surface as you slowly walk into the water, giggling a bit when you could feel the cold sensation touching your feet, and then your calf as the ocean hit you softly with its small waves.
it's a nice feeling, you admit, the breezy wind, the salty taste in the air.
like always, the ocean make you smile.
it's a content feeling, and you enjoy it until you look down to your feet, noticing that you seems to get further and further away from the water, the sand move through your toes as you feel like you're being push away by the ocean.
the thought make you furrow your brows a bit as you stand there, under the soft orange-ish light of the sun going down, basking in it as you stare at how you would slowly move away from what you love.
the ocean.
you love bada, it is no secret, you didn't even bother to hide it, and you're sure to let the world know about your feelings too. you love to show your affection to her, buying her gifts, flirt with her, showering her with compliments, telling her how much you appreciate her.
your feelings are as clear as the sun,
at least, to you, and to most of the people you know.
it's a bit silly, yes, you are very vocal about your feelings, and you had told bada multiple times about it, saying that you love her, so so much.
that's why it hurt, it hurt when you see her with someone else.
your feelings to her, the sun, seems to always hide behind a cloud under bada's point of view. she never understand your feelings, or at least she pretend to not understand.
she never get why you would always be extra clingy with her, why you would always pay extra attention to her, putting her feelings and needs at the top of your priority list.
to you, bada is your ocean – true to her name – the thing you love most, and to bada, you're nothing but the sand, the sand in which she would meet, but she wouldn't bother to stay, or even worse, she would push you away with her waves.
you distant yourself from her, watching her from afar as you see how she would run up to her boyfriend, howl, the very man who she had told you she hated. a bright smile on her face as she would hug him after they didn't meet for a long time.
you distant yourself from all the conversations she would have with you, telling you about how great her boyfriend is, how he would do all the exact same things you had did before to her.
buying her gifts, complimenting her, making sure she's alright.
and you would smile listening to her.
a bitter smile.
a smile that would leave a churn up on your throat as you feel your tongue getting numb, your eyes hazy as you feel your own pitiness towards yourself.
"you have no idea, he's my dream, everything i would have ever ask for", bada say excitingly to you, expecting you to match her energy.
.....and you answer.
"that's great bada, i'm glad, i hope he treat you well"
it's a bad lie, and you're a bad liar.
not to bada, but to yourself.
you can't lie to your own feelings, not when you cried yourself to sleep that night, your body curled into a ball as you hugged yourself. your cheeks were stained with tears as you didn't bother to wipe it away, your hands holded your pillow as you would sob into it. all you want, is to not feel a thing, you want to numb all the pain in your heart.
you want to be oblivious, you don't want to know why bada didn't choose you, don't even want to know why her arms were wrapped around his neck, why her lips are placed on his as they kiss each other.
you don't want to know why you hurt so much, why your heart would feel like it's suffocating on its own, why your cheeks would feel so wet, why your hands were clenching on itself, why your own teeth were biting down on your lower lips so harshly.
you don't want to know that you love her.
and god, you really wish you never even met her.
so you move away, distancing yourself from every possible news you could hear about them. only talk to bada every once in a while, to have an update about her life as her "bestfriend".
it might be the lamest excuse, using the benefit of being her friend to stay in her life, and really, you had tried so hard to forget about your feelings towards bada, even tried to distract yourself with many other relationships.
yet you would always go back to her, right by her side, even if it hurt.
howl might be the man of bada's dream, but she clearly wasn't his, as you were notified with their official break up through her own words.
her voice cracking, and her nose sniffling as she would cry into the crook of your neck, hugging you tightly as you pat softly at the back of bada's body.
"i love him, i truly do", bada would sob, her body shaking with how hurted she feel.
"bada, he cheated", you said softly, your hand stroking bada's back as you try to calm her down "bada i love you, please don't cry, he's not worth it."
once again, you turn back to your own root, the old road that you had tried to steer away, like a cycle.
"hey why are you standing there", a voice pull you back to reality as you turn your head around, searching for the source of it.
a bright smile quickly appear on your face as you see bada walking over to you, her hair a bit messy as the wind blow through it, her eyes squint as she doesn't want the sand to get into her eyes.
"i'm playing with the water, want to join?", you answer, in which bada nod, her form walking closer to you before she would stand directly next to your side, her hand finds yours as she hold it tightly.
it's a nice feeling, holding bada'a hand, letting the wind embrace the both of you as you breath in the salty air.
"bada, look down", you said, your gaze move down to stare at how the waves are pushing you again, moving you away from the ocean, and you smile softly "do you see how the ocean is pushing us away? do you think that it knows how i love it so much?"
your eyes are fixated on the ground, at the white bubbles forming in the water as the waves crash down. you don't want to face bada, not after what you had asked.
maybe it is just your own delusion, your last attempt to get an answer from her, maybe she wouldn't understand your question, or maybe she does, but not as deep as you would think.
and your smile suddenly taste sour in your mouth.
the silent air surround the two of you, for a while, all you could hear is the sound of waves crashing down onto the surface of the ocean. and you give up on waiting for an answer from bada. your smile turn bitter as you see how both you and bada are now out of the water,
the ocean had pushed you away completely.
so you turn around to face bada, smiling at her to hide all your messy thoughts as you see how she is staring at you. her mouth open softly like she want to say something, her hand that is holding yours tighten a bit, and she sigh lightly, grabbing your hand as she walk towards the water again, pulling you along with her to your surprise.
"the ocean surely knows you love it with how much you had cared for it, always visit it every week", bada said, her voice soft, but she said it in a serious tone, and in your ears, almost like she's begging. her eyes stare attentively into yours as her hand hold you tight, squeezing it softly as she would stop a bit at her own words, her eyes would stare into yours, her brows furrow like she is trying to gather her own thoughts before she says again.
"and sometimes... all you have to do when the ocean is pushing you away... is to step back into the water like we just did."
your mouth pressed into a thin line as you listen to bada's words. it is a confirmation, a confirmation that she knows, a confirmation that everything you had done, is not in vain.
and to you, someone who loves the ocean, someone who loves to feel the waves hitting your feet.
to stand in the water, is a blessing to you.
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mlmxreader · 25 days
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Nsfw alphabet with ghost?
gn!reader
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
tws: swearing, anal sex, sex toy usage, praise kink
because apparently I didn't make it clear enough: IF YOU SUPPORT RAPE PORN, KIDDIE PORN, ANY KIND OF ABUSE PORN - DO NOT INTERACT!
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A=Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Ghost is very gentle with you, even if it was just vanilla sex, his hands are always tender despite the rough texture and his voice is always low and soothing despite the gruffness from his throat. He'll ask you what you want, what you need, and he'll always provide - if you don't want him to do anything, then he'll simply lie down beside you.
B=Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)
His favourite body part of yours is your eyes and how expressive they are, he'll never get tired of fucking you in the ass in front of the mirror, his gaze fixed on your eyes; if you close them, he'll very softly remind you to keep them open for him, just so he can see. He adores your eyes, and mirror sex is always pretty much a given because of that.
C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
Ghost likes it best if he can cum in your ass, but he's got no problem doing so on your back or stomach, either; he'll rarely cum on your face or your chest, but no matter where, he'll only do it when you explicitly ask him to - same with not wearing a condom, he wants and needs your explicit, verbal confirmation before he does anything.
D=Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)
Ghost HATES sending nudes and never actually brings the topic up, but if you ever send him any, then he stores them in a secret file on his phone and laptop that's password protected and he will use them when he's overseas and all alone and needy. He has favourites, especially the one where you're naked and spreading your ass cheeks for him, though.
E= Experience (How experienced are they?)
Ghost is mildly experienced, no more or less than average, and he doesn't pretend that he's not either way; of course, Ghost isn't really open to relationships as a whole, but he's always fancied you so when you asked him out, he just immediately came clean and told you that he's not the MOST experienced in the world and you might have to explain certain things to him.
F= Favorite Position
Doggy style, 100%. He loves having you on your hands and knees for him as he puts his hand above your pubic hair to keep you steady, pounding your ass and constantly praising you as much as he can every minute; he adores it when it's in front of a mirror, especially, and he can see your eyes and look into them as he fucks you.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
Ghost will say a few dad jokes here and there, of course, and he has been known to sometimes have giggly sex with you when the mood strikes as well; he loves to hear you groan when he tells his silly jokes and he adores to both feel and see you laugh all the same. Giggly sex is without a doubt his favourite in the world, though.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He's not. Like most people, Ghost doesn't see the need to do anything to his pubic hair except keep it washed - it's there for a reason, after all, and it is completely natural. He'll use conditioner when he washes it, but that's the furthest length he'll go to and even then, he's aware that it is purely cosmetic to do so.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
Very. Ghost loves to remind you that he's all yours and that he'll do anything for you as long as you ask it of him; expect plenty of little kisses and soft praises, as well as gentle touches and whispered sweet nothings. But he will also make you laugh with his stupid dad jokes, as well, and sometimes they have been known to catch you utterly off guard.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Ghost masturbates whenever the mood strikes, really. If he's just home alone and waiting for you to get back and he fancies a bit of a tug, he'll watch some porn on his phone while he does so; he'll also look at any nude pictures or risqué videos you've sent him as well. He does prefer to wank off in the shower, but he'll also do it wherever.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise, he LOVES to praise you. Consent kink!!! He loves to hear you say "Yes" and it does really get him going. He likes to dominate, but he's never rough with you, not unless you ask for him to be. Mirrors, he loves fucking you in front of mirrors. Mutual masturbation, especially if you're doing it to him while he does it to you.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
The bedroom. Ghost doesn't really fuck you anywhere else except on the sofa (only if the curtains are closed), and sometimes the bathroom. He's not really big on anywhere else, but he has fucked you in the back of his car a couple of times when you were both in the middle of nowhere and at a very popular dogging site.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Any time you tell Ghost you WANT him to touch you, you WANT him to fuck you, you WANT him to give you oral - he's a goner already. He loves it when you're explicit and you tell him outright what you want, it drives him utterly wild and he can hardly bite back the moans that leave him when you do. Tell him you WANT him to fuck you and then explain HOW and he'll be putty in your hands.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Threesomes. Voyeurism. Anything that involves hitting you or degrading or humiliating you. He also doesn't like forced!fem, either, and if you ask him to wear a maid's outfit or anything he will just turn on his heel and walk away. CNC and somno are also MASSIVE no's for him; anything of that sort of calibre he'll just walk away and he won't come back for a couple of hours.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Ghost prefers to give, but he does also like to recieve, too; he's not the MOST skilled ever, especially when it comes to rimjobs he's quite rusty, but he's willing and eager to do it with you and he'll always be upfront and honest and tell you that you need to help him along a little bit with giving oral. He is good at it, though, he's just not incredibly experienced and does need a little bit of jogging along.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
For Ghost, it depends ENTIRELY on what you want; he doesn't mind it either way as long as he's not hurting you, but you will need to tell him how you want it because he always puts you above himself and he always puts your pleasure before his own. As long as you're upfront and honest with him, Ghost is happy to go along with almost everything you have in mind.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He doesn't mind quickies, but they're not his favourite; it's usually reserved for a couple of hours before Gaz comes to visit, or when you're both in a rush but need to get some steam loose. Ghost doesn't really mind it either way, as long as you're happy, he's happy. If you ask him for a quickie, of course he'll indulge, but it usually is "proper" sex.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
No. Ghost doesn't do risks and he's not willing to, either; he takes enough risks by doing his job as it is, and when he's home with you, he likes to relax and to actually BE a normal guy for once instead of a soldier. When it comes to experimenting, though, Ghost is usually one to go along the lines of "Don't knock it til you try it" except in a few circumstances - but he always talks things through with you first.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
Ghost is a highly trained, highly skilled, experienced and disciplined soldier - he's got quite a lot of stamina behind him. He won't push you, though, he never will, and if you need or want him to stop for any reason, he will do so immediately. Rounds can last however long you want them to, though, as Ghost always puts you first.
T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Ghost doesn't own any himself and nor will he allow any to be used on him, either, but he will quite happily tease your ass with dildos and vibrators and anal beads if you have any and you ask him to use them on you; he does quite like it when you ask him to use the larger of your anal plugs on you, though, he won't and can't deny that.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Ghost will tease you but not to a massive degree; it's little bits here and there that get you going and get you worked up for him. He likes it when you squirm and start to buck your hips against his hand, but he never goes further than that; you've never had to beg and plead for him to fuck you or touch you or to give you oral, and he'd never make you, either.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Very vocal. Ghost will more than happily sing your praises as he fucks you, as well as making grunts and growls and moans and groans between. He's very chatty during sex, as well, and likes to make jokes just so he can see you smile and laugh during the act. He'll also whisper in your ear as well, telling you how much he loves and adores you on top of sweet nothings and praises.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Ghost feels kinda insecure about his weight; he's a big guy with a lot of fat, and he sometimes feels like he's not the most desirable because of his weight and how he sees people talking about men with six packs and how they're "fit fat" and how THAT'S attractive. But it's only a small insecurity, and he knows that when you tell him how much you love his body, he's alright.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Ghost is about 5.5 inches in length, around 2.5 inches in girth with a slight curve upwards; he's circumcised, as well, with a big bush of dark brown pubic hair around the base and a pair of heavy balls to go with it. Sure, he's not the biggest in the world, but it's not something he cares about - he likes to make jokes about how "it's not the size of the hammer, it's how you use it".
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Ghost has a pretty average sex drive; he mostly stays in sync with you, though, and he seems to aware of when you're in the mood because he starts getting fidgety and restless waiting for you to pop the question and to tell him you need him. He gets pretty excited when that happens, on the edge of his seat and keenly listening to every word that leaves you.
Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Ghost remains pretty vigilant, he's a highly trained soldier, after all, so he tends to be pretty awake and aware of what's going on; he'll only settle down properly when he feels you doze off, and listens out for your snoring before he finally drops off completely. When he's awake, though, he does watch you sleep; a fond smile on his face as he thinks about how lucky he is to have you in his life.
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