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》 TOXIC pt. IV —rafe cameron x reader
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word count — 6.5k
warnings — MDNI; dark!babydaddy!rafe, abusive relationship/DV + mentions of, mentions of drug use, swearing, home invasion/robbery + mentions of, gun violence, manipulation, gaslighting, no smut but it may be mentioned, lmk if i’m missing anything
summary — rafe can only redeem his act for so long before he slips up again. this time, he has his own twisted method planned to keep his family together.
a/n — THE LONG AWAITED PART 4 😖 plsss let me know what u think bc i struggled with this one for SO LONG. also decided there will be a part 5 which will be the final part! feedback & reblogs mean the world to me as always, and thanks to everyone who was so patient with this series!!! <3 p.s long af so i only read through it once, hopefully it makes sense LMAO
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The past few weeks had been nothing short of a dream for you. Having the small family you’d created together under the same roof again just felt… right.
The reunion fufilled parts of you that you didn’t even know were left empty from the absence of your daughter’s father.
Rafe had been checking every box since that night at the condo. Going out of his way to be present with his daughter, making up for the time lost.
You’d been able to take advantage of him being there, too. More time was spent with friends and family; you even got to accompany your parents on their trip to Florida to see your grandparents for the first time in a long time.
Of course, the family was sad Y/D/N didn’t travel with you, but it felt so good to say she was at home with her dad, instead of a sitter. You felt normal, like the lucky girls who didn’t have to deal with baby daddy drama.
Rafe was handling all of the driving when it came to Y/D/N too, taking her to and from practices or to the store or the park. He’d even leave money out on the table for you in the mornings, which you made a point to stash away somewhere safe.
The thing that meant the most to you though, was the fact that Rafe hadn’t been using lately.
Ever since his speech about redeeming himself and wanting to be a family again, Rafe swore he’d dumped the bag he had and dropped the terrible habit for good, in favor of a life with you and his daughter.
Choosing you and the family you’d given him over the drug was an ego boost you didn’t know you’d needed. You knew how reliant he was on coke, how much his next fix meant to him each time, and you liked knowing that he would choose you, even over something so addicting.
It was easier to leave your daughter with him knowing the drug was out of the picture, too. As much as you enjoyed the time spent out of town with your family, you were eager to see your daughter again, even eager to see Rafe again too, but you’d sooner fall off the face of the Earth before you’d ever admit that.
“Mommy!”
The sound of your daughter calling your name as you entered the condo had you smiling before you could even see her.
Tiny feet came padding in from the playroom, ready to greet you at the door, something she’d made a habit of since Rafe started watching her here.
“Mommy, I’m hungry!” Her hands motioned to her stomach, rubbing circles over her shirt as she pouted up at you.
“Hungry? Didn’t you just eat lunch, little girl?” You chuckled softly as you scooped your daughter up in your arms, assuming she was just trying to get one over on you, trick you into sliding her an extra snack or dessert.
“Mommy, nooo,” she slumped forward in your arms and you glanced down at your watch.
2:40pm on the dot.
“Baby, didn’t daddy just feed you a little bit ago?” All Rafe had to do was feed her the food you’d prepped for her at 2, something he’d been keeping up with perfectly lately.
Your daughter just shook her head, and your eyes started peering around the condo for any sign of her father.
Sure enough, the kitchen did not look as if a four year old had just finished eating anything when you wandered inside.
“Where’s daddy?” You asked the small girl in your arms, inflection still evident in your voice as you adjusted the pitch to one more suited for a child.
You sat her at the table while you prepared her lunch, presenting it to the girl and turning on her favorite show before wandering up the stairs.
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The smell of weed hit your senses before you even pushed the bedroom door open.
And honestly, you wished you hadn’t.
Because the sight of your daughter’s poor excuse of a father elicited a fit of ragewithin you. 
Rafe appeared to be passed out, limbs dangling off of the bed he was sprawled out on.
A mess of white powder littered the bedside table. You didn’t even have an ashtray, but one had also made its way to the table, too. The round glass was filled with nothing but a mountain of ash and the butts of spent joints.
Something came over you, and your advance was instant. Fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt and yanked harshly.
Rafe was jolted awake by the violent gasp, all but thrown down onto the floor.
The task would’ve been impossible if Rafe wasn’t still half asleep when you grabbed him.
You weren’t that strong, and Rafe wasnt that weak.
But your burst of strength was fueled by your anger for your daughter, and Rafe’s sleepy state made him less seseptible to the act of aggression.
Your first question came out low through gritted teeth, “are you fucking serious right now, Rafe?!”
The man in question was still working to blink off the remnants of sleep, caught off guard when you started shoving and screaming at him.
“W-what? What did I-?” You can see the moment reality sets in for the dazed boy.
Blue eyes landed on the bedside table, you watched all of his muscles slump in defeat.
One quick note of the time, and Rafe realized he was late on lunch.
He’d fucked up.
Again.
“Fuck, Y/N, just…baby, just let me explain, I-“ his ascension to his feet was halted by your finger in his face.
“No, Rafe! Fuck that!” You snapped. 
All he could do was crane his neck up, blank stare angled up at you. Your tone of warning practically dared him to interrupt, “what happened to getting clean, huh?!” You angrily snatched the bag from the table.
That got his attention.
A strong arm shot straight up in front of him, palm out as if asking you to ‘wait’. “What are you doing with that?” He asked lowly.
“What you told me you were going to do!” Rafe was on his feet, a set of heavy footsteps hot on your heels as you marched to the ensuite.
“No, no, no! No, Y/N wait, wait don’t-!” Rafe was just one step too slow, only reaching you just after you’d thrown the toilet seat up and tipped the bag over, white powder sprinkling down into the round bowl of water.
The rough hand on your shoulder was ready to rip you away from the porcelain when you countered the move. Almost immediately, you swung around and struck Rafe clean across the face.
The act of violence, who it came from, stunned the both of you.
Two sets of wide eyes met, your chest heaving from your erratic breaths as Rafe clutched his cheek in disbelief.
Too enraged to worry about the consequences of your actions, you offered a scowl in place of the typical apology. 
If looks could kill, you would’ve dropped dead when a blue eyed glare casted down at you. It was easy to yell at Rafe when he was on the floor, height and masculinity minimized when he was physically below you. But at his full height, Rafe towered over you. His shoulders were wider, he took up more space, he was easily more intimidating. 
Especially when you add anger into the mix.
Pulling his hand away from his face only revealed a red welt on the cheek you’d struck.
Lacking the ability to respond well to violence, you saw the switch flip in the man before you.
Broad shoulders rose and fell at a quicker pace, lips curled inward to form a tight line, and the way his balled up hands clenched and unclenched at his sides couldn’t be missed. It was almost like he was stretching them out, getting his fists ready.
“I really wish you didn’t do that…”
Rafe stepped closer. The look in his eyes confirmed you’d unlocked the darker side of your daughter’s father.
Shaky hands darted out in front of you, ready to fight off the inevitable pending assault.
When Rafe lunged at you, you were surprised at how quickly you were able to drop to the floor, missing the blow.
You were quick enough to catch him off guard, and you scrambled underneath him, finding your footing on the carpet.
Darting out of the room, you ignored the sounds of Rafe seething behind you, hot on your trail as you all but threw yourself down the staircase.
You felt like you’d crossed into a safe zone when you made it to the kitchen, careful to try to mask your frantic descent down the stairs by forcing your breathing to steady as you lifted your daughter from her seat, clutching her tiny frame to yours like a lifeline.
Rafe appeared mere moments after you’d grabbed your daughter, who was turning her neck every which way to keep her TV show in her eyesight as you spun around to face Rafe.
Thankfully, your daughter had no choice but to face away from her father as you held her head to your shoulder.
“Put her down.” You didn’t say anything, only shook your head as Rafe tried to bottle his anger.
You were lucky you’d grabbed your daughter before Rafe got his hands on you, and you both knew it. The only one oblivious to the inevitable victor was the little girl in your arms.
“You need to leave. Now.” Your voice was lower than it should’ve been as you scolded the man before you, knowing you couldn’t be too loud with your daughter in your arms.
You bit back more tears as you transferred the entirety of the weight you were holding to one arm, using the free one to motion towards the front door.
Rafe looked like it was taking everything in him not to pounce on you right then and there. The dark glint in his eyes had you briefly wondering if he was evil enough to totally disreguard the small life in your arms, to cast her away and attack you with her nearby anyway.
When your daughter started writhing around in your grasp, you knew she wanted down, and that prompted you to scold Rafe again, “get out!”
Rafe narrowed his gaze at you, and honestly, the boy did briefly consider trying to pry the girl from your arms so he could put you in your place right then and there. He shook his head though, deciding against it, even though the urge to lay his hands into you was so overwhelming. He had to steady his dark thoughts with a deep breath, and you retreated backwards when he took a menacing step towards you.
“You know,” an accusatory finger extended your direction, “I didn’t do all this work getting my family back together, just for you to cast me out again,”
You swallowed hard, holding your daughter closer as he stepped forward again. He was so close now, close enough to reach out and rub his hand across his daughter’s back.
She tried to spin around to analyze the new touch, and that’s when Rafe snaked both hands under her arms and pulled her away from you.
You didn’t want to let her go so easily, but you also didn’t want to hurt the girl by trying to hold on when Rafe reached for her.
You watched through teary eyes as Rafe spun the girl in his arms. She was all too happy to hug her daddy tightly, and Rafe placed soft kisses all over her face and head.
“Daddy will be back later baby, okay?”
You should’ve seen the pout coming, “noo daddy where you going?”
Rafe smiled down at the girl in his arms, “just gotta run. I’ll be back later though, and we’ll go get some milkshakes tonight, how does that sound?”
Y/D/N’s clapped her hands together, cheering and laughing at the thought of getting one of her favorite treats with her daddy, something she would undoubtedly look forward to all day.
When Rafe was satisfied, his attention shifted back to you. The sparkle in his eyes, the animation on his face was instantly lost when his eyes met yours.
You wanted to be sick, the way his demeanor could change in an instant both scared you and made you dizzy. 
“I’ll be back later,” he spoke curtly as he handed your daughter off to you. You were too worked up to muster any sort of response outside of the parting of your lips as he placed an unwanted kiss on your forehead before disappearing down the hall and out the front door.
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“You must have lost your fucking mind on the way over here. You needa go retrace your steps or somethin’?”
Rafe’s lips curled in tight as he narrowed his gaze, shaking his head at Barry.
“Nah man, I-I actually don’t.” He laughed, like he’d found humor in Barry’s ridicule.
The large hand he landed on the man’s shoulder told Barry nothing was funny, though. “What I need is for my drug dealer to do what the fuck I say if he wants to get paid, hmm?”
Barry just laughed, shaking his head and his arm at the same time, ridding his shoulder of the harsh grip.
“I’m not puttin’ my hands on her, though.” He set the boundary.
“Sure she gets enough of that from you.”
Rafe didn’t know if the rise in anger he felt was more at the way Barry accused him of physically harming you, or the fact that putting his hands on his girlfriend had even crossed his mind at all.
“She’s not even gonna be there, alright? Just…just toss some shit around. Make-make her think somebody broke in.” He was nodding at his own plan as he spoke, “I just need to scare her a little.”
His hope was to frighten you enough to call him for help, so he could redeem himself again.
“You are one fucked up individual, Country Club.”
Rafe scoffed, a look of offense evident on his face as he met his drug dealer’s gaze.
“Fuck off, man.”
Barry raised his hands defensively. “You setting your bitch up to get robbed is-,”
“Hey!” Rafe was on his feet immediately, shoving a finger in the other man’s face.
But not because he called the mother of his child the derogatory name.
“She-she’s not gonna get robbed, okay? I just… I need her to see that she’s wrongabout-about me. She’ll see.”
Everything was going to go exactly as he planned it this time around.
He would show up quickly, console you in your shaken state.
He fucked up last time.
He wouldn’t this time.
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Of all the things the kook had tasked Barry with before, this had to be one of the sketchiest.
…Money was a sure motivator, though. Green and blue notes could persuade the drug dealer to do just about anything, moral compass disregarded.
He did feel a bit more at ease knowing you weren’t going to be there, and he didn’t really have to steal anything, he just needed it to look like someone did.
An easy task, compared to the lump sum he was promised once he delivered.
Barry scoffed at the lavishly high ceilings and decor when he finally managed to slip into the condo.
“Fuckin’ kooks…” he scolded their privilege as he stalked through the space.
The boy got to work quickly, shoving items off of tables, ripping drawers and cabinets open, pushing furniture around, anything he could think of to create the illusion that someone had broken in.
He’d done a pretty solid job; the main floor of the house was in total disarray when Barry finally stepped back to admire his work with a nod.
He was halfway through, now he just needed to head upstairs to finish off the staged break in.
Barry made his way up the staircase and headed into the first room he came across.
It was clearly a bedroom, one he assumed belonged to the girl Rafe paid him to terrorize.
Again, a long arm slid across the length of the dresser, knocking various things off of the surface.
He made a total mess of the space. It looked like a tornado had passed through once he determined he’d made it to a good stopping point.
Barry was just about to pass through the threshold back into the hallway when a rustling sound caught his attention.
He froze then spun around quickly, falling completely silent and still, listening for the noise again.
And sure enough, it came. 
And it was followed by what he thought might be a faint shushing sound.
But that’s not possible, he thought, nobody’s even here. Rafe swore.
Barry inched towards the door the sounds emitted from.
He was hesitant to confront the noise, but he still grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.
He expected to find a dog, maybe a cat, or maybe an item that had just fallen over.
He didn’t expect to be tackled backwards, completely caught off guard as two arms snaked around him, swiftly knocking him off of his feet.
Barry could hardly see through the mask, but he caught slight glimpses of the girl he was sent to scare.
Shock had your body moving on auto pilot as you slapped, clawed and kicked at the intruder.
Barry tried to remember Rafe’s words.
‘Don’t touch her. Don’t hurt her.’
But he could only take so much of your assault before he snapped.
Your smaller figure went flying when his patience meter ran dry.
No chance to break your fall before your back collided with the carpet, the impact of his harsh shove knocked the air straight from your lungs.
Hands desperately clutched at your throat as you gasped for breaths that wouldn’t come. The masked intruder regained his footing in the meantime.
The feeling of fear was immeasurable as the stranger planted a foot on either side of your shaking frame. The sharp glare through the holes in the mask terrified you.
…Until you heard the click of what you knew could only be one thing, and you felt an even newer level of fear.
Your eyes shot open to the sight of a gun pointed at you, point-blank, barrel almost touching your forehead.
Your terror only amplified when the stranger knelt down tauntingly slow, now hovering above you, face only a mere breath away from yours as he crouched down, gun held firmly to your head.
You shrunk back further into the floor, if it was even possible.
As scared as you were for your life, you were relieved the man had his attention on you, not your daughter.
You were relieved that your daughter was staying quiet just like you’d asked her to do, despite only having a few moments to coach her when you first heard the sound of your front door being forced open.
The man’s free hand moved to your face, a single fingertip brushing over your lips as he shushed you lowly, “don’t make a fuckin’ sound, alright?”
You were sure you’d never heard the intimidating voice before.
Would staying quiet make the stranger less tempted to hurt you? Less tempted to search for any other possible inhabitants in the house?
You slowly pulled your hands out to your sides, a sign of surrender.
“P-please…” your voice cracked as you tried to speak. “Please don’t…don’t hurt me.” Streams of salt slid down the sides of your face, onto your ears as you laid flat on the floor beneath him.
The laugh that came from underneath the mask startled you, “M’not gonna hurt you, sweetheart,” The pet name was anything but endearing in this predicament, and you cringed.
You couldn’t peel your wide eyes away, silently waiting for him to specify his reason for breaking into your home.
Barry picked up on your confusion.
Again, he heard Rafe’s voice in his head.
‘Just scare her a little.’ 
You’d relaxed just a little too much when he said he didn’t plan to hurt you.
So Barry’s arm shot down, and his fingers curled tightly around the collar of your tank top. The grip was then used to yank the front of your body up off of the carpet, and you cried out. 
“I want some money,” he declared, ignoring the way your hands clawed at his arm as he held you captive beneath him. The gun was still firm in his other hand, and you felt the cold metal brush up against your side.
Barry held you there while his head swiveled around the room, “looks like y’got plentyof it, yeah?” Dark eyes fell back to you, now taking their time raking up and down your figure.
Dressed in nothing but a cropped tank top and silk pajama shorts, you felt you might as well have been naked with how hungrily the man was gawking down at you.
“Or maybe I might just take somethin’ else…” It was a good thing you couldn’t see his face under the mask, because Barry was sure the smirk he wore would’ve scared you even further.
“Wait!” You cried out, shaking your head profusely.
“Please, I can-,” you winced as his fingers curled tighter around your shirt, nails scratching at your chest as he did so. “I-I can give you however much you want, I’m good for it, I-I swear! My ex will give you whatever you want, just…” Your words died in your throat as you broke out into a full on sob now.
“I-I just…”
“You just what?” The man tilted his head to the side, eyes never leaving you as you continued to sniffle beneath him.
“You just want me to leave that little girl of yours in there alone?”
Puffy, tearful eyes grew wide as can be as the words left his mouth and entered your ears.
How did he know you had a child? A daughter, specifically?
The realization that this stranger knew about your little girl, likely knew you, hit hard.
With your daughter at the forefront of your mind, the instinct and determination to keep her out of harm’s way overwrote any hesitations or reservations you had about risking your own life to do so.
So you started screaming, as loud as you could, thrashing about underneath the man as you kicked and shoved at him. He dodged most of your combativeness, but you did successfully land a couple of blows to his face, and managed to kick the gun from his hand, too.
Keeping you contained to the floor was a challenge, but Barry eventually used both hands to seize your wrists in an stinging grip when he finally subdued you.
“Chill the fuck out, bitch!” He yelled, louder than any scream you’d managed to force out. His bellowing tone stunned you to silence, and you could feel the tears sliding down your skin once again.
“Now tell me where the fuck I can find this here ex of yours,” 
Mindlessly, you spewed the information, selling Rafe out in favor of getting this stranger out of your house, away from your daughter that he scarily knew about.
You didn’t worry about the man going after Rafe, not only because it seemed ludacris to believe anyone could pose a serious threat to someone like Rafe, but also because you knew the cops could get to him quicker.
When the stranger threw you back to the floor, you laid there until he disappeared out of the room. A frantic set of heavy footsteps traveled down the stairs, and the slam of the front door told you the coast was clear to check on your daughter.
Disregarding the utter trauma you’d just been subjected to, you pushed yourself to your feet and stumbled over to the closet.
You were as relieved as you could be on the heels of a violent home invasion when you found your daughter, still cowered down in the corner, her tiny face appearing streak free.
The realization hit hard; your daughter wasn’t crying because she didn’t even know what was going on.
And it hit even harder when you realized she was too young to understand…because she was too young to have gone through something like this.
The young girl took you sinking to your knees in front of her as a cue to crawl out, throwing herself right into your arms.
Time stood still for a moment as you cradled your daughter in your arms, slowly rocking her back and forth. The carpet dug into your knees, but you paid it no mind. The rocking motion was honestly soothing for you, and you seemed to need it more than your daughter did.
When you finally found the strength to stand to your feet and find your phone, you called 911 first. You wanted to be sure dispatch had officers on the way to you before you made the other pressing phone call.
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Back on the Cut, Rafe was dealing with a very pissed off Barry.
“You said that bitch wasn’t gonna be home!” Kicking at a table leg in the trailer, the now unmasked man paced around the dingy space.
Rafe sat on the couch across from where he stood, legs spread and arms folded across his chest as his leg bounced nervously.
“She-she wasn’t-,”
“She was there you fuckin’ idiot!” Rafe flinched when Barry chucked a random item from the table past his head. “And so was that daughter of yours too!”
That comment got Rafe’s attention.
Fuck.
He looked at Barry in disbelief. “Y/D/N was there?”
Barry laughed. “Yeah, yeah she was fuckin’ there. You gone stage a fuckin’ robberywith your kid inside? You’re fucked up man. No wonder that girl don’t want nothin’ to do with your ass. And I’m startin’ to feel the same.”
Rafe didn’t know whether to lunge at Barry for the way he was berating him, or shrivel up and die at the thought of his daughter being confronted by a masked drug dealer.
Oh, how scared she had to be.
Because of him.
He had to be the first or second person the little girl thought of when something frightened her, only wanting her mommy or daddy, yet he was the one orchestrating her fear.
Fuck.
Rafe leaned forward on the couch now, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands.
Swiping shaky hands down his face furiously, he dug his palms into his eyes, cursing under his breath when he felt the first signs of wet tears on his knuckles.
“Fuck…fuck man, I-I just…” It was suddenly harder for Rafe to speak as a painful lump lodged itself in his throat. 
You weren’t supposed to be home.
Neither of you were supposed to be home.
How did he manage to royally fuck up everything he tried to do? Attempting to right his wrongs only ever seemed to add to the turmoil.
The sound of heavy footsteps was followed by a rough hand on his shoulder, both removing Rafe from his thoughts. Picking his head up, Barry now towered right in front of him.
“Now’s not the time to lose your shit, okay Country Club? You needa call that bitch, make sure she’s not runnin’ to the feds.”
The feds?
Rafe hadn’t thought that far.
Fuck, Rafe hadn’t thought that far.
He didn’t account for you being home, so naturally, he didn’t account for you calling the police.
“Aye!” A set of fingers snapped in front of the boy’s face, “You hearin’ me?! Thinkabout it! If your phone ain’t ringin’ yet, who the fuck did she call then?”
“I-I didn’t, I don’t…” He couldn’t even form a coherent sentence through his tears.
The vibration of his phone in his pocket spared him from the confrontation with Barry.
Rafe brandished the device quickly, eyes growing wide as your name popped up on the screen.
The pair of men locked eyes. Barry nodded towards the phone, silently urging Rafe to answer.
Rafe cleared his throat a couple of times, trying to shake any remnants of his near-breakdown before he slid a shaky finger across the bottom of the screen.
The first thing his ears picked up on when he brought the phone to his ear was a loud commotion in the background, and deep muffled voices.
His eyes fell shut as he tried to greet you normally. “Hey baby, w-“ he cleared his throat again, “what’s wrong?”
You couldn’t reply right away, and Rafe didn’t miss your sniffling on the other end.
“R-Rafe?”
Oh god. Your voice was spent, barely above a choked whisper as you weakly called his name.
“What’s wrong? W-what’s going on? Is Y/D/N okay?” Barry had to step back quickly as to not get trampled by Rafe when he suddenly rose to his feet between the couch and the glass table.
“I-she’s, yeah she’s fine, we’re fine…” You sniffled again, and Rafe’s eyes fell shut. He could tell you were struggling to recall the traumatic experience.
“Someone broke in here, Rafe. He had a mask on and he, he had a gun and…”
A gun?
Rafe’s eyes grew wide, lip curling inward as he craned his neck to look up at Barry. His eyes didn’t leave the man as you continued crying and mumbling into the phone.
“Y/N, baby it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m on my way right now.”
Rafe let you be the one to end the call.
Barry was just about to question what was said on the other end of the call when Rafe shoved him back with both hands.
“Aye man, what the fuck-!”
“You pulled a fucking gun on her? With my daughter in the room?! Are you fucking crazy-!”
“Aye!” Barry managed to raise his voice over the blonde’s, immediately shutting him up, “you said that place was empty! I had to do what I had to do since you fuckin’ lied!”
Rafe rolled his eyes with a scoff before turning his attention to the messy table.
This only irritated Barry further, who retailiated with a hard hand on Rafe’s arm. The shorter man twisted the limb roughly, and Rafe let out a gasp, flincing as Barry drew him down so his lips were in Rafe’s eatshot, “unless you wanna be a single daddy, you better make sure she does a little recant on that fuckin’ statement.”
The threat would’ve never gone uncontested, but Rafe was already pressed for time. When Barry let him go, the frantic search was on for the keys to his truck.
Already running out of the door, he almost missed Barry calling after him, “handle this shit County Club, or we’re gonna have some fuckin’ problems!”
Rafe didn’t pay any mind to the drug dealer’s demand.
He had an even bigger problem on his hands, one that he was going to resolve tonight.
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Rafe made it to the condo in record time, faster than he’d ever been able to make it from Barry’s before. The scene that greeted him was chaotic, flashing red and blue lights emitting from a sea of police cars and trucks. There were too many uniformed officers to count.
Shutting the truck off, officers called for him to stop as Rafe ran like mad past the caution tape, only worried about getting to you and Y/D/N as quick as possible.
He found the two of you huddled together, sitting on the back of an EMT truck with a blanket draped around you.
Wearing a deep frown, he bridged the gap quickly.
As soon as your eyes met the familiar blue pair, the tears were eminent. Joining the two of you on the bench, Rafe wrapped his arms around you both and pulled you in.
You buried your face in his chest, tears melting into his sweatshirt. The smell of the familiar cologne embedded into the fabric served to calm your nerves, seemingly overriding all of your senses if only for a moment.
“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” he shushed you lowly, sighing as you relaxed into him. You were shaken up, evidenced by the way your frame physically shook in his hold, the way the tears flowed even with your daughter right there. Crying in front of her was something Rafe knew you never did, so he knew this incident had really taken its toll on you…which meant his plan would hopefully play out the way he wanted it to. The way he needed it to.
Rafe only pulled away after some time to transfer Y/D/N to his arms, planting a long kiss to the top of her head as the little girl sank down into his lap.
“…What happened?” He spoke to you softly, almost like he was afraid to ask.
Sniffling, you cleared your throat and focused your gaze on the ground, “I-I don’t know. We were just watching TV and then I heard a loud noise downstairs…it sounded too close to be a neighbor so I just grabbed Y/D/N and hid in the closet,” It pained you to relieve the scary encounter again, but you pushed yourself to give Rafe the details, unaware that he already knew what happened. He only needed to gauge how broken you were now, so he could map out how to best navigate your emotions to get what he wanted.
Like a master manipulator, Rafe snuck a hand under your sweater, rubbing circles on your lower back, silently encouraging you to continue.
“He found us in the closet,” Rafe’s heart sank at the recollection.
“He didn’t see her, but he knew she was there…”
“Wait, w-what do you mean?”
“He said something about…he knew we had a daughter. He knew she was there,” you cut yourself off with a choked sob, and Rafe’s lips curled inwards to form a tight line.
“I just…I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to her, Rafe! I-I don’t know what I would do-,”
“Hey, baby, calm down,” he treaded carefully as the waterworks moved into full swing again.
“It’s a good thing you called me,” he started, eyes moving to the swarm of officers surrounding the building you lived in. “What did the police say?”
You didn’t have the emotional capacity to register the abrupt change of topic, you just went with it.
“They said my report should help them catch the guy,” You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, sniffling hard, “I did hear his voice, and I could see a little bit of him through the mask but, I-I don’t know…”
The confirmation of a police report had Rafe wincing, but he concealed his discomfort well. Bringing police into a matter that now involved an infamous town drug dealer would lead to no good. He couldn’t have that.
Luckily though, you were still vulnerable. And if he played his cards right, this could still work in his favor.
A warm hand came to rest on your thigh, and you welcomed the calming gesture.
“Do you trust me to protect my family?”
The question was curt, and it caught you off guard.
Craning your neck, you simply blinked up at Rafe.
“Wha-what?”
“Do you trust me to take care of my family?” He spoke slower this time, not to patronize you for once, but as a natural response to being asked to repeat himself.
You knew what the smart answer was, “oh…o-of course, of course I do…”
Rafe gave your thigh a squeeze of reassurance, “You don’t need the police to handle it then.”
The finality in his voice made you wince, so Rafe toned it down a bit, “let me take care of this, baby.”
Teary eyes scanned over your daughter, slumped in her daddy’s lap with her arms loosely hanging around him. She trusted him, maybe not more than her mommy, but definitely more than anyone else in the world.
He could tell your silence was fueled by hesitancy, so he continued, “I would never let anything happen to m-“ he cut himself off, another sharp exhale through his nose, “to our daughter.” Your ears perked up at the sound of Rafe finally verbally acknowledging the fact that the little girl in question was in fact an extention of the both of you, not just him.
“Rafe, I don’t…I don’t know if that’s-,”
“I’ll get new cameras, a whole new security system. Hell, I’ll hire a private security teamif I have to, baby. But you…you don’t need to bring the police into this, okay?” It wasn’t a suggestion, but you still sat with the words as if they were. Drawing in a deep breath, you felt large hands encompassing one of your much smaller ones. The heat from Rafe’s palms served to warm your hand as he squeezed it.
“I’ll protect you,” Lifting your hand, Rafe lovingly brought his lips to the back of your hand, “both of you, I promise.”
You took your lower lip inbetween your teeth, wiping your tears with your free hand as Rafe continued trying to soothe you, working you just the right way, hoping you’d bend to his will.
And bending, you were.
You tried to tell yourself he would never hurt her. Rafe was a lot of things, but a child abuser was not one of them. He’d never lay a hand on his daughter, and he’d do anything in his power to keep her safe. You wished you could say the same in regards to Rafe’s protectiveness over you, but he’d proven time and time again that you weren’t held to the same high standard that he held his daughter too.
You wanted to accept it, to fall in line with this fantasy of being a family again, and Rafe protecting the two most important girls in his life…
But you couldn’t help but wonder just how big of a fantasy you were pining after as you took in the ominous red and blue lights that flooded the private parking lot.
Something about Rafe was…off.
You couldn’t pinpoint it, and you didn’t have any proof, but you’d caught the quickest glimpse of his face when you detailed what happened in person, and the look of concern he sported wasn’t as…convincing as you would’ve liked. In fact, from the moment he answered the phone for you, you could honestly tell something was off.
Your mind began to wander to places you didn’t want it to go, wondering if your child’s father was evil enough to orchestrate some fake robbery just to make himself look better…
You hit the nail on the head, but you’d never know it, because you’d never dare to accuse Rafe of something so sinister. It was right up his alley, but you knew the question wouldn’t go over well.
Instead, you studied the entangled hands in your lap. Rafe was all too satfisified when you finally started nodding your head, albeit reluctant, but compliant with his wishes nonetheless.
He had to stop himself from showing any obvious signs of relief when you rose to your feet, undoubtedtly going to find an officer to take back the statement.
Your legs moved on their own accord, your heart doing the consulting for your brain as you warily made your way over to a couple of nearby officers.
Recanting your statement was hard, and while Rafe watched in satisfaction as you cried to the man in uniform, he was all too unaware of the bigger plan brewing in your head.
You’d save face for now, you decided. 
Your eyes, your body language, the way you held onto his every word was enough to convince Rafe you were on the same page when you returned to the EMT truck to gather your daughter.
Once the chaotic scene cleared, you let Rafe lead you back inside the home you’d kicked him out of just earlier that same morning.
Rafe was sure he’d won, but you wouldn’t be making the same mistake again this time.
You didn’t have proof, but something about the day’s events didn’t sit right with you.
So when night fell, and the two of you crawled into bed together, you only pretended to fall asleep while Rafe dozed off.
You were going to get out, you decided.
And you were bringing your daughter with you.
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Hiiii can I get a request for Lando basically a sunshine x grumpy where the reader is a new driver that wants 0 distractions and ruled out dating any drivers and so she gets along with everyone but is more distant with Lando because she knows if they get close she’ll fall in love with him but she can’t afford any distractions but he still puts in effort to get to know her and making her smile etc despite her pushing him away and they have this moment and idk you can finish it however you like plsss and thanks!
𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦
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Lissie note… Hey there! This is a really cute idea, I love the thought of Lando pining!! Thank you for the creative freedom to finish it off however I feel!
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Things to note:
This is set in the 2022 season, but not in the same timeline(?) you'll see
Reader isn’t completely new to Formula One, but it’s her first time on the grid as a driver (she’s been a reserve driver)
Reader is a few months/a year younger than Lando
Reader is a Red Bull driver
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Pairing: Sunshine!Pining!Lando x Grumpy!Serious!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Some cursing, Pretty angsty, J*s Verstappen
Word Count: 6.5k+
Recommended playlists: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭💔, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗, 𝐋𝐍𝟒
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Formula One. A bloodsport, really. Vicious and dangerous. Somehow you’d managed to rise through the ranks and get there. Even earning a place next to Max Verstappen, the second-youngest world champion. Christian Horner, your team boss, was the kind of person who nursed his drivers as if they were his own children. You yearned for the proud look on his face. Not just for him, but for yourself. 
Growing up in a middle-class family, you weren’t as privileged as other kids in karting. Your mother worked tirelessly to support you, whilst your father took you to each race. Now that you’d finally made it to Formula One, you wanted to do everything you could to pay them back. They had given the better part of their lives up so that you could live yours the way you desired.
Winning a championship in Formula One had always been a childhood dream of yours.
… and you were not about to give up on that dream anytime soon.
You, Max, and Horner had come to an agreement: Max would help you win as much as possible. Nobody and absolutely nobody was to get in your way. Max promised to make sure of that. Since you were younger than him, he treated you like a younger sister, whilst still treating you as an equal. Given the fact that he had a sister, he was great at it.
You were in your car. It was the first qualifying of the season, and you felt all of your nerves tense up. It was your first ever feel for Formula One besides sim racing. You’d been stuck as a reserve driver for nearly 2 years— safe to say, you were relieved to finally get a seat. Max and Lewis had just been dominating too much. However, this year was yours and yours alone. You were determined to shine, and you would take down anyone who so much as breathed a hint of threat your way.
You were released and you started your out lap. The tyres felt smooth and the car was completely in sync with you. It was nothing like sim racing, and nothing like Formula 2 either. You’d done practice runs several times before, but there was something about the real deal that elevated the experience that much more. You knew there was a lot of pressure on you for qualifying. Mainly due to the fact that Max had no way of helping you. It was every man for himself, and there was no way you were going to get kicked in Q1. 
“You doing alright?” You heard your engineer say. It made you get distracted, and you accidentally exceeded track limits.
“Well, now I’m not! Shut it, please.” Well, shit. You knew that blunder would be noted immediately. It was surely a deletion of your time. Therefore, you decided to push. Hard.
The next lap was a go, and you worked your way meticulously around every corner, hitting every apex just right. You were determined to make it into Q3. No matter what it took.
You got one final time in, and it was announced by your radio that you made it into Q2, placing P5. You weren’t the type to scream out with joy, so you merely thanked them for the notice.
Q2 began, and you barely made it through to Q3, placing P10.
What nobody expected was your spirit. If you wanted something, you were going to get it.
“Okay, we’ve notified Max that he should try to slow down a bit, to possibly get you a pole position. This way, we can also help you from behind in the race.” 
“Copy.” Your chest felt ticklish with adrenaline, and you pushed harder than before. You did everything you could. Your body felt as if it had been fused to the car. You were getting the fastest sector time left and right. It was exhilarating.
“That’s a pole! Great job! We did it!” Your engineer screamed into your ear with excitement. It was deafening, but that didn’t matter. It felt so good.
“Thanks for the help, guys.”
The front row consisted of you, Max, and Lando Norris; a driver from McLaren. You hadn’t really conversed with him much before. Except one time. Max had invited you to attend the end-of-year party a year back. Lando barely managed to introduce himself before he was interrupted by the Dutchman.
After Lando finished his interview, he moved back to where you were waiting patiently for your turn.
“I hear you’re into brunettes?” You were, but you hadn’t told anyone. Which could only have meant that it was his go-to pick-up line. Lame, if anything. 
“Did you also hear I’m into guys who don’t bother me?” It wasn’t a matter of teasing him or playing hard to get. You simply had no time for something as frivolous as dating on the grid. It was pointless and would only serve as a distraction when you had to stay focused.
“Cute.” It almost felt repulsive to hear him say that. You’d never really been in a relationship other than the many situation-ships you’d allowed yourself to fall victim to in your Formula 2 days.
When your turn finally came, you shook David’s hand with a smile. Adrenaline was still making its rounds throughout your system.
“You did an amazing job today, surely you must be excited!” David was such a gentle and warm soul, so you decided to lay off the colder side for a little.
“I feel amazing, really, I’m over the moon!” You grinned. He asked you some generic questions and you gave him appropriate responses for each.
“You’re the first woman in a long time to have raced in Formula One, you should be proud,” he finished off, before letting you go.
Max slung his arm over your shoulder as the two of you walked back to the Red Bull motorhome. Christian greeted you at the door on his way out, pulling you into a big bear hug and thanking Max for the sacrifice. The two of you made yourselves comfortable on the leather couches in front of the small flatscreen that was inside.
“Max, I really hope it’s okay for you to do all of this for me…” You looked over at Max who was scrolling through the channels.
“Of course, I’ll do it for you. We’re teammates. Besides, it would’ve been wrong if you weren’t talented and couldn’t actually take me on… but you can… so…” He started trailing off as he got a phone call. It seemed to be his father, so he immediately answered it. Of all feelings, you were definitely not surprised by the angry bickering coming from his father through the phone. The look on Max’s face was all but whipped with joy.
When the call ended, you tried to find the right words to comfort him. It was rather hard though, as you’d never really experienced his situation before.
“… I’m here if you want to talk about it?” That was really all you could offer. But your support meant everything to Max, who had made quite the impression on track. Fans saw him as a hot-headed brute, with nothing on his mind but winning.
“It’s okay. It wasn’t anything. Don’t worry about it.” His demeanour had completed a full 360°.
“Well, in any case, if you ever happen to need someone… you know I’ll always be right here.” Without warning, you pulled your brother figure into a warm hug, rubbing his back gently. You’d only ever met his dad a couple of times, but both times were horrible. The man was stone cold. He was intimidating to you.
To celebrate your pole in qualifying, Max had invited you out for dinner with a couple of friends. He said you knew who they were, but still, you felt off about it.
Your hair cascaded down upon your shoulders, masking your exposed collarbone from your little black dress. It was a simple dinner dress you’d brought along for the trip. Your makeup was light but accentuated your features to the fullest extent. Your shoes were designer and matched your padded Prada mini-bag. You threw on a black blazer to complete the look. Flawless.
Max had texted you the address of the restaurant along with the time. You jumped in a cab and gave the driver the information. The cab driver was chatty. He talked about his family, mentioning the fact that he had twin daughters who had just started middle school. You zoned out on the rest of his chatter though. The thoughts of dining with Max’s friends felt daunting somehow.
When you finally arrived, you were already late. You’d been too busy zoning out to notify your teammate. Upon walking in, you saw a fancy vined wall with several pictures of celebrities who’d visited the establishment. Amongst them was a picture of Max and the Brit who’d tried to hit on you. Lando Norris. A waiter approached you with a polite smile and a guest list.
“Oh, um… Max Verstappen?” You also made sure to mention your name so as to not stir any confusion or suspicions. You could’ve easily been mistaken for a fan.
“Right this way, miss.” He led you to a quiet room in the back. It was likely reserved for the restaurant’s VIPs. There you laid eyes on Max and Daniel Ricciardo… but Lando Norris too?! A wave of relief washed over you, as you realized you knew them somewhat.
“Max, you didn’t tell me she would be here?” Lando took the view in with delight, smirking as you noticed it. You rolled your eyes and took a seat beside Max. Unfortunately, that seat was across from curly-haired Brit. 
“It was a surprise. We’re actually celebrating her first pole today.”  You felt slightly embarrassed, almost like people singing you birthday songs.
“Max, isn’t this just rubbing another Red Bull win in our faces?” Asked Daniel. He was obviously joking, so you shot him a playful glare, chuckling shortly after.
After a while, Daniel and Max had gotten deep into their conversation, which left you to deal with Lando. He’d stolen several glances of you throughout the dinner and it didn’t seem like he was planning to stop. You took it as your opportunity to strike up some small talk. All in hopes to get him to stop staring.
“You should stop staring, my image might get burned into your retina.” He didn’t even bother blinking. His eyes moved from your figure to your eyes.
“I think that’d be a blessing, no?” You scoffed at his reply. You saw it as nothing but a foolish attempt at flirtation— which you didn’t appreciate. Sure, you were off-track, but that didn’t mean you had time for meaningless distractions. Lando gave off a clear vibe that he was nothing but a hindrance to your ultimate goal of becoming a champion.
“You’re playing hard to get. I like that,” he smirked and slightly leaned back in his seat.
“Could you be any more obnoxious?”
“If that’s what you want me to be.” He was truly impossible to communicate with. Every sentence was a pick-up line to some degree. 
“I’m not interested in you, Norris.” He seemed to completely disregard the message you sent, as a smile grew on his face the moment you uttered his last name.
“Glad to know you know my name, Miss Red Bull.” Admittedly, he was pretty easy on the eyes, and his small chuckles were cuter than you wanted to acknowledge.
“You should let me take you home after this.”
“You don’t even know me.” Contrary to your belief, that wasn’t true at all. He knew exactly who you were. He and Max were close friends after all. But the real kicker was; he’d been into you for much longer than he led on.
His infatuation first started in the early stages of the 2021 season, when he’d see you wandering around the tracks on weekdays. He’d seen you in the Red Bull garages, usually deep in conversation with one of the engineers. He’d asked about you from multiple people. That included the big man himself; Christian Horner. Though, Christian encouraged him to stop asking around and just strike up a conversation with you. However, Lando never actually found the time to approach you. You were always surrounded by mechanics and the media. It was simply impossible to get to you. It was almost like you were a national treasure. Pretty to look at, but that was all he could do.
“Trust me, I know you.” For a moment, you got lost in those dashing eyes of his. He returned your gaze, only looking into what would be considered the windows to your soul. Could he read you? Could he understand that you didn’t want him? Did you want him?
“You’re incredible up close.” 
“Excuse me?” You snapped out of whatever trance you’d been stuck in as soon as those words left his pouty lips. That statement was creepy if anything, and not flattering in the slightest… or was it?
“That’s a pretty off-putting thing to say, you know?” This luckily caught the attention of Max who’d finished off with Daniel. The two of them turned their heads your way to join in.
“What’s off-putting?”
“Oh, we were just talking about how obsessed Lando is with me.” You said it in a joking manner, but everyone’s faces went semi-pale. Especially Lando’s.
“So he finally talked to you? I’m glad I don’t have to answer any more of his idiotic questions.” Your mouth went dry at his words, and Lando’s face turned a rose colour. As if all air conditioning had been turned off on a hot summer’s day.
“Excuse me?” You’d lost your appetite, making your curiosity the only reason you had to stay. That and your appreciation for Max having paid for the dinner that was supposed to serve as a celebration.
“I- um…” Lando was reasonably hesitant to say anything.
“Well… I was just referring to his constant flirting. I didn’t believe it was deep or anything but… um… you know what? This was nice, Max. Truly. I think I’d like to get home. I’m absolutely drained.” You sighed with a screwed smile on your lip. You gathered your things and pushed your chair in. Despite your friend’s heavy protests, you left and got a cab for yourself. 
Leaving on an empty stomach hadn’t been the plan, so you had no choice but to stop by a grocery store. Many in the area had salads ready to go. It was no five-star meal, but it had to suffice.
Of course, you felt awful for leaving early, but you knew you couldn’t let yourself stray away from your goal. Lando was attractive, you couldn’t stand there and lie to yourself, but that was all the more reason to stay away. Well, besides the point that you barely knew the guy. The flirtatious comments and borderline creepy behaviour were nothing to you. It wasn’t anything you wouldn’t be able to ignore. As long as he stayed out of your way.
Except he didn’t.
The following morning, you had a couple of missed messages from Max. He’d been worried after you took off. You were too frazzled and in a hurry to respond. There was no time left before the briefing back at the motorhome. Being punctual meant that you showed an interest. It meant that you showed passion. You were not going to let some silly McLaren driver ruin it for you. That was simply not your style and would never be.
When you got there, everyone was already gathered. They’d been waiting for you to arrive. Honest, but embarrassing mistake. You wanted to let out a slew of self-insulting jabs. Lucky for you, it didn’t last too long, and you were on to start prepping for the race.
“Hey, are you okay?” A certain Dutchman tapped your shoulder and spun you around when you weren’t responsive. The look he saw in your eyes spoke volumes. Notes that you wish weren’t easily revealed. The eyes didn’t lie. They never did.
“I’m fine, I just really want to focus on winning. I don’t have time for whatever Lando is trying to drag me into.” You sighed as the two of you walked to the motorhome.
“Look, I know you haven’t known him for long, but maybe try to get along with him? You don’t have to accept his shitty flirting. He’s my best friend and so are you… it’s really awkward that you can’t even be around him.” True. You had acted somewhat irresponsibly, but you certainly weren’t the only guilty party in that. 
“Fine, but under one condition. You tell him to stop being so flirtatious with me. I hate it.”
“Deal.”
The race ended with a lucky pole position. Somehow, you’d gotten away with defending yourself from none other than your little McLaren fan. As much as you enjoyed your national anthem being played and spraying champagne— you felt so empty. It felt like a worthless celebration. All because you knew you’d been underperforming. You hadn’t given it your all, yet Lando still kept behind you. Of course, with Max behind him, there was nothing for you to worry about. Both drivers were amazing when it came to defending their place, but you just couldn’t understand how he hadn’t gone for the win. It was right there. Right within reach. It was so close, his beautiful curved lips could touch it. It didn’t make sense to you, nobody would be stupid enough to sacrifice coming out on top. You didn’t believe it. You simply didn’t even want to.
Lando became unavoidable. As more races were won by you and some by Max, it was finally time for the summer break. 3 weeks of much-needed rest.
… what you thought would be a relaxing 3 weeks, turned out to be the most stressful weeks of your life.
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Max had texted you on short notice to come over for dinner, as Kelly had made too big of a batch of gnocchi. Since you lived walking distance from him, you didn’t see any harm in coming over. Kelly wasn’t exactly your favourite person in the world, but it wasn’t like she was insufferable. She was still a nice person… somewhat.
Max greeted you at the door, having Penelope run up behind him to say hi. You might’ve not been the biggest fan of her mother, but she was such a cute little thing. You took her up into your arms and smiled,
“Hi there ‘P’!”
Your smile quickly faded though. The Brit from McLaren came into view from behind Max, and it was almost as if all of your spirits had been sucked out of you like the marrow of a bone. It was something of a consolation, however, that he stayed silent. He just stood there and watched as you played around with Penelope. The toddler was full of energy.
“Come come, the gnocchi is ready.” You put the girl down and followed them into the dining room. Kelly had plated everything and had taken the liberty to sit across from Max. You had no choice but to sit next to her. It wouldn’t exactly make sense for her to be sitting next to Lando.
“Kelly, I must say you are an amazing cook, this looks fantastic!” Fake it until you make it. In all honesty, though, she was a great cook.
“Thank you. I’ve been practicing lately.” It felt like deja vu when the couple got into talking. There was just you, Lando, and Penelope.
“I think I should apologize for… everything?” Lando suddenly spoke. You scanned his face, his hair, his outfit. Were you in trouble? Perhaps.
“You know what, Kelly? I think I’ll help tuck Penelope in!” You got up from your seat and politely put down your cutlery.
“Oh, sure. Thank you. It’s way past her bedtime.” She smiled at you and signalled for Penelope to come with you before she turned back to Max.
Lando had the guts to follow you into Penelope’s bedroom. He watched as you lifted the little girl up into your arms and placed her carefully on the duvets that covered her bed. She was already in her pyjamas, which made your job all the more easy. He took the chance to sit next to you on the bed, as you stroked the toddler’s cheek.
“Are you really going to avoid me forever?” He said in a quiet whisper, not wanting to disturb the girl from dozing off into the gentle night.
“You’re a fool if you let relationships taint your path to victory… in my opinion.” You turned your head to look at him. The moonlight shining from the gaps in the blinds complimented his dancing eyes. They looked at you. Your figure. Your facial features. They admired you as if you were a priceless piece of art at a gallery.
“You must’ve led a pretty sad life up until now.” He wasn’t right. You’d been around love and laughter for the better part of your life. You weren’t that lonely… were you?
“Lando… we don’t even—”
“Don’t tell me we don’t know each other. You know me and I know you. This isn’t like all those months ago. We’ve been in social settings together more than I can count on my fingers. You and I know each other.” He was obviously desperate. It made sense when thinking of the massive crush he’d had on you thus far. You did feel a tinge of guilt knowing you had to turn him down no matter what.
“Lando, please don’t do this.”
“I apologize for being so forward, okay? How about we begin with a friendship, huh? That’s what Max would want anyway.” He wasn’t wrong. That’s what Max had asked of you several months ago, but you’d only been distant.
You got along with everyone pretty well. Mick was someone you would chat with every time you saw him on race weekends. Sebastian was like an older brother. Lewis, although your biggest competition, was a good buddy too. You were always hanging around Pierre and Kika too. There were no hard feelings between you and pretty much all of the other drivers. Except for Lando.
As much as you hated admitting it, Lando’s charms had taken a massive effect on you. His flirtatious little comments were nothing short of annoying, but you loved the banter. You loved his energy, his radiant laugh whenever Max would hurl jokes his way. You loved his smirk whenever you rejected his advances.
Over just a couple of months, you found yourself needing to avoid him. So you did. As more time passed, Lando must’ve started to notice, because he dialled his game up by the tenths. Avoiding him became an impossible mission. He seemed to be everywhere. If you went to the Red Bull motorhome, he was there with Max. If you went to the garage, he was there with Max. Even on-track he was right behind you in your slipstream. He was always chasing you. You only had one other option left— to act completely apathetic and aloof. Which brought you right to the confrontation in front of a little toddler trying to fall asleep.
“Just leave me alone. I don’t want you here. Just go, okay?” Your heart clenched as he gave you a disappointed smile.
“If that’s what you want.”
That night you couldn’t fall asleep. It was impossible. Whilst you didn’t harbour any real feelings for Lando, you knew you’d fall hard if you spent any more time with him. Your mind was supposed to be focused on winning, but instead of that— you were stuck on him. You didn’t want to fall for him. You didn’t have time for that. There was only one person that mattered, and that was you. Only you.
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“Is he really that bad?” Kika asked as she took a sip of her coffee, placing it on the plastic coaster on the wooden table. You’d invited her over for a sleepover of sorts. Mainly what became an accidental therapy session,
“You know, I came here to Monaco to explore. Why are we sitting here and sulking? Lando isn’t all that bad.”
“Yes, Kika, he is! He keeps trying to get close to me, and when I reject him he makes me feel so guilty for doing so.” Your face was squished against the table, signalling your utter defeat in the matter. You were at a complete loss. You didn’t know what to do anymore.
“Sounds to me like you have a thing for him, no?” Kika was a voice of reason in many situations, but this was not acceptable to you. Denial and delusion was the only solution.
“Never. I want to win a championship, not go fool around with some British guy from a midfield team.” Harsh, but you had to say it. Saying it didn’t exactly have an effect on the situation, but it made you feel better.
“I don’t see any quick fix to this, honestly.” You groaned at her words, wanting your misery to end.
“Come on, relationships take time. I should know, I’m with Pierre.” Pierre wasn’t Lando though. She and he were meant to be. It was as if they were put on the planet to be with each other. You, on the other hand, were put on the planet to win. Lando was nothing but a meaningless distraction.
“Fine, I’ll help you out,” she finally said and sighed. You sprung up and looked at her with wide eyes,
“Really?”
“Really. Now listen. I’ll set up a double date thing, okay?”
“Wait what? No! Kika, no. That’s only going to make it worse. Why would you do that?” Your head dropped again.
“Look, do you want my help or not?”
“I do…”
“Then let me do my thing, and sit tight.” It was her win. You just wanted to get Lando out of the way. Any lengths were necessary if it meant being able to blow right past the Brit.
A week passed before the supposed ‘double date’, and you were not feeling it one bit. Lando wasn’t even all that close with Kika and Pierre. Not as close as you were. You’d end up being the only reason he’d have to stay.
Sadly you realized that fact too late. You were sat with Kika and Pierre at a fancy seafood place down by the harbour. Lando had noted that he’d be late, which gave the three of you some time to discuss some last-minute details. It was imperative that he’d be completely out of the equation by the end of the date.
It wasn’t so much the question of whether or not you’d fallen for him. No, it was whether you could ignore it altogether. Completely shut out any little squeak from your heart when it tugs at the sight of him. Which is just did.
You saw him walking through the door with a casual, but not too casual outfit. His curls were slightly slicked back and his smile was as radiant as ever. You couldn’t stand the sight of him. It was repulsive. Was it not? It made you sick. Did it not?
When he took a seat next to Pierre, across from you, it was hard to not look at him. Oh, but how badly you wanted to. Then again— you didn’t. You hated the fact that Kika had some diabolical plan in mind. One that probably went against everything you stood for.
“Well! Now that Lando’s here, we should order appetizers!” She pulled out the menu and casually looked through the variety of foods.
Whilst she ordered for the four of you, Pierre gave you a nervous look and slightly peered over at Lando, who luckily had his nose buried in his phone. Likely some business stuff. You could only mouth ‘What do I do?’ to which the Frenchman replied with a shrug and a miserable look on his face. He knew just as much as you, that this date would end up in a knot of awkward silences and unfinished sentences.
“Lando, I didn’t think you’d actually show up. You know, given this girl’s obvious distaste for you.” You nearly snapped your neck, as she pointed at you. Oh, how you wanted someone to interrupt your date. Anyone. Lando put his phone away, sighed, and looked at you with a small smile, before giving her a reply,
“I don’t care if I’m being completely honest. I’ve done it for months. I can go for years if I have to.” Kika had seriously misinterpreted Lando’s intentions and how badly he actually wanted you. Your version of the situation had him painted in an entirely different light after all. You made him out to be some meaningless player. Which, by the sound of things, wasn’t his style at all.
“I was under the impression he was trying to play you! That’s why this date would’ve worked out to get him off your back. What is this?!” Kika whisper-yelled. Everything was messed up. Way off course. The plan had gone to shit within less than an hour.
“Well… I really don’t like him, so isn’t there something you can do?” You whispered back. The two of you both realized that the guys were able to see you whispering back and forth, so she hauled you into the ladies’ room. It was quiet and nobody would disturb you.
“Do you want the truth or a sugar-coated lie?” She asked, resting a hand on her hip.
“The truth?” You were conflicted though. Did you actually want the truth? Did you already know it? Did you perhaps just bury it deep within the darkest chambers of your pitiful little lonely soul? Were you so obsessed with rising to the top, that relationships truly didn’t matter?
“You like him. No, it’s more than just an infatuation. You’re head over heels for him. The way you looked at him when he walked in? I saw it. Pierre saw it. The waiters saw it! Open your eyes.” Hearing it from another person really put things into perspective, and it didn’t sit right with you. All your life you were used to pushing people away. Silly little childhood crushes would stay exactly that; crushes. You never let anything go beyond the first stage.
“Kika… I don’t know,” you groaned and turned on the faucet, splashing some water on your face.
“Come on, let’s get back to them. They’re waiting for us.”
After sitting back down, Lando tried to give you a curt smile. It was awkward and the pressure was rising. It was hard to stay within 10 feet of the guy.
“I remember when I first started falling for Pierre. It was really something… how about you, Lando? When did you start having a thing for her?” Oh please, Kika seemed too determined to let it go. A part of you liked that, but the other part felt its gut screaming in agony.
“It’s been more than a year or so now, actually… it’s a little hard to explain.” With that, you couldn’t handle it anymore. You apologized and left the setting abruptly. It was far too much for you, and you just knew your heart would give out.
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As you walked out of the restaurant and started looking for a cab, you heard footsteps running after you, with the calling of your name soon following right behind. You knew exactly who it was, but you didn’t know if you were ready for that conversation.
“Please don’t. Don’t leave again.” You turned around to see a very desperate-looking Lando. 
“Lando, do you know how embarrassing that was for me?” You sighed and rolled your eyes as if you were a bratty teenager being denied the latest fashion statement dress.
“What?”
“Even I didn’t know it had been a whole year and more than that! You were seriously going to tell them all about your weird little obsession with me! Don’t you see how embarrassing that is for me?” The curly-haired brunette looked reasonably upset by your words. They cut deep like a dagger to the chest.
“I’m sorry, okay? I was just being honest. It felt like an interrogation. I was uncomfortable and just had to say something… well… the truth. It was really as if Kika wanted to know my intentions, though.” How was the guy so spot on?
“Lando, just leave me be and go back to the others. We can live our separate lives. I don’t want to be near you right now.” You didn’t want your face to reveal any underlying feelings, so you buried your gaze in the asphalt.
“Why don’t you go ahead and look into my eyes whilst you say that.” Your heart stopped. Lando was simply impossible.
“Lando, just let me go. I don’t want you and if you can’t accept that— I don’t think there’s any space for a friendship either.” This time, he went to hell with it and cupped your face with both hands. You could feel the warmth pulsating in each palm, sending jolts down your spine.
“There’s no reason to treat me like this if you can’t even say it straight to my face.” He held you too tightly for you to look away from him. All you could see was the genuine despair in his eyes. The little hope he had left was slowly slipping the more you denied and denied and denied.
“Lando if you don’t let go of me right now…”
“What are you going to do? Distance yourself from me? Isn’t that what you've been doing this whole season? Do you think you’re invisible? I’ve seen you. I saw you on the podium. I saw you on the screens. I saw you in the magazines. Just because you run away, doesn’t mean you get to go the easy way out. No, you’ll know that I—“ Fuck. Your brain was struggling to scramble everything together. All you could think about was those sweet eyes of his. Those curly locks. That desperate look on his face.
“Just let me go… please.” The overload of sensory input sent a single tear streaming down your face. Lando, seeing this, immediately let go of you, making sure he hadn’t hurt you in some way.
“I’m so sorry. I really am.”
“I know…” You quickly wiped the salty drop of truth away and put on yet another jester’s face.
“Please, can you tell me why you hate me so much? I just need closure. I just can’t find it in myself to believe that it’s because of my flirtation.” He’d given you space to breathe and space to think.
“I don’t hate you…”
“Then why do you keep leaving? Why are you avoiding me?”
“Because I’ll fall in love with you if I don’t… and that’s not what I want to do.” It was hard to read his face, but it was certainly portraying some kind of relief. You confirmed it when he pulled you into his chest. The sound of his heartbeat matched the pace of yours. Fast and relenting.
“Please, could you give it a chance? Give us a chance?” He pulled away, grabbed you by the hips and looked deeply into your eyes. The window to your soul.
“I just told you… that’s not what I want, Lando…” You were just about to give the ground another look at your face when Lando grabbed you by the chin,
“I know you’re obsessed with winning. I heard from Max. I won’t compromise that. I promise. It’s just… I need you in my life, and now that I know you feel the same way… I can’t just sit back and watch you slip away.” He was making it harder than you wanted him to. He had a point and you chewed on it.
“Fine… but you better let me win. At least for the remaining races of this season.”
“Sounds like you’ve got yourself a deal.” He smiled. It was as if time stood still, as you’d eyes closed with his— your lips touched his with a certain birding falling off your back along with it. His lips were like a cure. They were soft and delicate. Not something you expected, but the feeling was certainly welcome.
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The season had ended with you as the champion. The party that was held was unlike the others. It was your party. Not Max’s. Not Lewis’. It was yours and yours alone. People cheered your name and toasted in your honour. You felt like you were on top of the world. More than anything though, Lando held you in his arms that same night. He showered you with congratulations and compliments. Even going as far as buying you a bouquet of roses. The club smelled of alcohol and cheap perfume, but all you could smell was the woodsy and warm scent of Lando’s cologne. You were practically engulfed in it throughout the entire night.
He took you on an official date a week later, waiting for the season to fully conclude. Mostly due to the stress of packing and making it back home.
 It was a picnic in one of the many British marshes. Everything was home cooked. Well, you’d cooked everything and he had bought the wine. It was a win-win. You’d done everything overnight, as you wanted to arrive early into the morning.
You’d spread out the checkered tablecloth for you to sit on, opened the basket, and prepped everything. Lando opened the aged wine and poured you a glass before he poured his own— a true gentleman. You swirled your wine around, watching it hit the rim of your glass before you took a sip.
“For once, you aren’t running off before we eat. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dine, even with all the dinners we’ve had together,” your boyfriend chuckled and handed you a chocolate-covered strawberry. You took a bite of it to show off that you, in fact, were able to stay and eat. It stirred a little chuckle from him. He then mimicked the exact way you ate it and gave you another one after you finished yours.
You leaned against your lover’s shoulder, feeling his arm wrapped around your waist. The two of you watched the yellows, the oranges, and the reds in the sky as the sun started its ascension far into the horizon. It was mesmerizing. Truly. You admired the view, taking in all of life’s pleasures, and listened as the mourning doves cooed the same old nostalgic tune from your adolescent years. There was no place you’d rather be, and nobody you’d rather be there with, than with Lando Norris. The one, who through one too many races, was right in your slipstream.
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𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻...
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HEY STEPHEN…
charlie bushnell x singer!reader
warnings: fluff, smau
summary: you release a new album !!
a/n I SWEAR ILL HAVE THE CHEST OF LOVE OUT BY THIS WEEK potential pt two if i finish the chest of love this week
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liked by sabrinacarpenter, ynln and others celebgossip rumours say that yn ln is releasing a new album featuring sabrina carpenter andtaylor swift comments are closed
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liked by iamcharliebushnell, sabrinacarpenter and others ynln all those other girls are beautiful…but would they write a song for you? view comments
hearts4yn WERE GETTING AN ALBUM iamcharliebushnell no they would not 💯 ➔ dior.n.goodjohn she wrote a whole ass album 😭 ➔ ynln 🙈 gracieabrams AHAJWJJSNSNS ➔ ynln STOP ILY sabrinacarpenter yall are not ready for the photoshoot 🫣 ➔ ynln 😘 walkerscobell HEY STEPHEN !! ➔ ynln I KNOW LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING ➔ leahsavajeffries i taught him this. leahsavajeffries ALBUM !! ALBUM !! ALBUM !!!!!!!!! ➔ ynln ALBUM !!!!! dior.n.goodjohn IM IN LOVE WITH THIS ➔ ynln i’m in love with YOU ➔ iamcharliebushnell … i.am.andrewalvarez 🤫🧏‍♀️ ➔ ynln get out ➔ aryansimhadri 🤫🧏‍♀️ elliebellykim i’m so excited 😆 ➔ ynln MY GIRLLL ➔ aryansimhadri wtf man leenascobell RELEASE IT EARLY !!!! ➔ ynln @treepaine PLSSS this comment is now deleted ➔ ynln my manager won’t let me 😞 honeymoon oh my baby’s all grown up ➔ ynln PLS ILY taylorswift it’s ur 3rd album already !! i’m so proud of you 🤍 ➔ ynln CANT WAIT FOR TTPD
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liked by sabrinacarpenter, gracieabrams and others ynln i’m in love ‘fictional daydream’ version is now available on my store, with the bonus track “book of love” your support on this album has been so unwavering i thought i’d give you a couple of little presents.
as you know my album is coming out in 3 weeks (so close already), as a little thank you to everyone who has showed their love on this album i will be releasing ‘cherry on top’ NEXT WEEK !!
and for everyone who has been there for me since i posted covers with my bestie sab on youtube; IM GOING ON TOUR, the i’m in love world tour starts in 3 months !! tickets will be available at the same time as cherry on top releases
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ynloml MOTHER IS FEEDING US iamcharliebushnell i’m so proud of you 🫶🏻 ➔ ynln ilysm char<3 ➔ hearts4yn their so cuteeee dior.n.goodjohn 😍 ➔ ynln BBYYYY leahsavajeffries you’re so pretty ➔ ynln leah babes ur my favourite ilysm user34 this albums going to be shit ➔ hearts4yn this album is NOT based off of u liked by yn sabrinacarpenter charlie is shaking ➔ dior.n.goodjohn uh huh ➔ i.am.andrewalvarez can confirm
*1 month later*
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taylorswift my childrennnn ➔ honeymoon our* children hearts4yn the first time in forever i felt like the grammys weren’t rigged moonchildswift help what am i doing wrong yn is 19 and has 2 grammys 4 vmas acting in two of the biggest shows of 2024 and a model ➔ user78 wait what were the shows ➔ moonchildswift she’s thalia in pjo and she’s flora in damsel (the new movie on netflix) ynloml MY QUEENSSSSS ynishearteyes YNNNNN ➔ iamcharliebushnell ur username is so real ➔ ynln 🙈 ➔ ynishearteyes HELPP
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liked by ynln, taylornation and others ynsminions yn at opening night of the ‘i’m in love’ world tour !!! see you tomorrow nyc 🩷🖤 comments are closed
a/n i’m literally gonna crash ramadan has started 😭 and we’re going to india on 5th of april so i’ll be afk for a month 🫶🏻 ALSO TT IS BANNED IN INDIA IMA HAVE TO DELETE IT 😭
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anonymouscheeses · 2 months
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more obvious shit I wanted to point out but it's more than last time uhhh pt.2 (spoilers for dad beat dad and maybe welcome to heaven. Maybe?)
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I love that Charlie just randomly goes into demon form sometimes like here ehhehehe. Also can I just say I love Charlie so much?? She is my favorite and I love her especially in this episode because it feels like the same optimistic Charlie but she was just put in a bad situation. I relate to her a bit TOO much, almost down to every detail like wow. You'll understand later once I get there. But just wow...
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LOOK AT THIS FUNNY LITTLE MAN. SPOODER DUST <3 also. Live [image] reaction. Someone make that into a reaction image 🙏🙏
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HONEY!!! NEW MEME TEMPLATE JUST DROPPED. (Aka the one guy going crazy trying to explain the stuff on the board iykyk)
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OMG... THAT CANT BE CHARLIE... NOT CHARLIE'S EMO PHASE PLEASE BAHAHAHHAHAHA (also love that Lucifer has kept it all these years, if Charlie knew I think she'd be extremely embarrassed. Vaggie would love it probably xd)
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HE IS SO GOOFY I CANT- I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ALREADY!!! NEED.
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Broskie got character development and is NICE?!? I LOVE THAT SMMM YALL.... LOOK AT HIM!! I am very delusional yes, but I will take this over ass development(cough. Vaggie's "story" in ep 3. Cough).
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Imagine this. *holds your hand carefully to help you calm down while talking to your father you haven't really wanted to talk to.* lesbian type stuff ngl 🤯 (relatable)
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Angel looking at the gays while being a gay too. HE'S BEING SO KIND TO CHARLIE UGGHH I CANTTT!!(POS) NODDING HIS HEAD, SMILING TO HER, ALSO TRYING TO HELP CALM HER DOWN. I MAY BE ASS AT SOCIAL CUES BUT I NOTICED THIS ONE!! YAA
*SHE IS STILL HOLDING HER HAND. CHARLIE'S ALSO SWINGING IT AROUND NERVOUSLY. I can never get tired of them and will make art soon just you wait.*
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COMMANDER VAGGIE! I love that she acts like this is a camp full of tiny kids and honestly? That's not too far off. Sir pentious is at the ready! (glad he's here more often in the episode, thought he would just get sidelined after his first episode but gladly no!) Angel is just surprised. Husk spilled his drink, ON WHITE FUR NO LESS! Niffty of course is on the floor face first. Charlie is just happy to be there yippee!
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What is this?? I have no idea what the hell it is at all. Bro is just peepin- it doesn't look like Alastor, even in demon form. And... I can't think of anyone else who could be this. Anyone have ideas or maybe it's foreshadowing? Maybe it was revealed in the 6th episode I don't know I haven't watched it yet. (I am a freak. I don't binge I give myself a day to watch a single episode. Most of the time uhhh.)
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WE LOVE A SHORT KING. I LOVE THAT. I LOVE HIM. THE EVERYTHING. HE IS EVERYTHING. LET ME STRANGLE HIM PLEASE. (Lillith and Lucifer's dynamic is 100% Gomez and Morticia but a little more silly short man)
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"OH WOW! AN OLDER MAN WHO GIVES ME FATHERLY CARE!" *STARTS TO FUCKING CRY*
I FEEL YOU CHARLIE WAAAGHHH
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Oh and there goes the silly guy again! Atp I'm thinking it may be the gal some people been talking about that they've been hinting since the pilot. I forgot her name but she's said to be the big bad of season 1 or probably 2. Not sure if that's what it's trying to imply but here's my little no-thought idea
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Lucifer, no...
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LUCIFER NO!! THIS IS SUCH AN ADORABLE RESPONSE TO CHARLIE DATING A WOMAN. (ADOPT ME)
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AND THEN THE HUG! I GET IM LOOKING TOO MUCH INTO THIS ONE SILLY SCENE BUT I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH AND WANT THIS SO BAD IN MY LIFE.
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Niffty really said, "Yes, I do the cleaning."
Get yourself a taller king who is a short king but compared to you is a tall king
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Say what you will, but I genuinely want more dad Alastor, someone make an au before I do plsss and @ me 🙏🙏
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alright.. now this is where it starts to be relatable and hurt my heart... yayy.... needing any sort of parent figure that actually cares about you than the actual parent who is rarely there? WOWZA! SAME CHARLIE <3 <3 (SO FAR VERY ACCURATE FROM SOMEONE THAT IS IN THE SAME SITUATION)
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Alastor is letting her off kindly, atleast in his way. He may be pissed off she brought a shark gang to the hotel and put it on fire, but they were still close friends. With anyone else he would absolutely either murder them or have severely traumatized the person. She's the exception, although I don't think he'd let it off the hook so easily if there were a next time.
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A father-daughter embrace! :,)
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(This is gonna be messy asf) He wants to know who she is as a person. He always has, and that's definitely obvious, but from a person inside this, they may not know themselves what the other is thinking. To Charlie it was like he never cared and just wanted an excuse to not see her again, acting like he was truly busy as in the start where he made the rubber duck that breathed fire. Sure. But Charlie saw it as him finding ways to not interact with her again. The only times they talk was when it was related to business stuff or other things of the sort. Let me just say this song... is by far my favorite, including the episode. Sure, it's got problems it's own, but this extremely accurate portrayal of what my own situation with one of my parents just stole my entire soul. Yeah I got a bit of tears about to come out, BUT NOPE! NOT TODAY! I don't ever cry during shows or movies so if I ever get teary-eyed, YOU DID SOMETHING. THAT SOMETHING BEING GOOD. This episode was emotional and connected with me on a deep level that I dont think any film has ever done to me, which is weird because I've been actively trying to find one, any one that does. Then to find it in an indie company from a creator who has achieved the dreams that I myself want to one day? That's fucking amazing.
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FORESHADOWING! FROESHADOWING! FORESHADOWING! VAGGIE EX-ANGEL THEORY MUST BE CANON AND IF ITS NOT I WILL TEAR MYSELF LIMB FROM LIMB WITH A CROWBAR. LETS GO TO HEAVENNN!!! TOMORROW! BECAUSE THE DAY I PUBLISH THIS WILL BE TOMORROW(FOR YOU TODAY) BUT TOMORROW FOR YOU ILL POST THE NEXT WHAT I CAUGHT SHENANIGANS AGAIN! SEE YA!
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nicxl333 · 5 months
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“Baby you sold me a dream” IS SO GOOODDD WTFFFF YOU GOTTA MAKE A PART 3 FOR BAROU AND RIN 🫶🫶PLSSS
BABY YOU SOLD ME A DREAM PT.3
you ask and you shall receive (•̀ᴗ•́)و
i do feel like rin and barou deserve some form of justice so here’s a continued ending to part two. i swear to you there’s a good ending this time.
also this took me time to write cause i’m hella busy with school since it’s my last year…exams and the like yadayadayada. anyways enough about me, happy reading!
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characters: barou shoei, itoshi rin
content: angst, fluff, swearing
please note: if you haven’t read pt.1 or pt.2 please read both for context
taglist (cause ik i pissed y’all off 💀): @faeroow @samisamaza @dookiemeshibear @91ed0 @v1v1arish
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BAROU SHOUEI ☆彡
it was bound to happen. you both had mutual connections to each other, but you were hoping and praying you wouldn’t have to have direct contact with him at this event.
however, you can’t get everything you want in life.
this event was one of major importance: the wedding of chigiri and his long time partner. you were close enough to be made the maid of honour by chigiri’s soon to be wife, and therefore already stressed with the meticulous planning of the wedding. even worse once you learned barou was on the guest list. it was stupid of you to think he wouldn’t be, given that the entirety of former blue lock players were there.
and so, you dreadfully counted down the days to the wedding, growing more and more anxious that you would have to see him.
ever since you ended things with him, you hadn’t been the best simply put. you still had feelings for him. regardless of how he treated you, there’s was something about him that put him apart from the rest.
and that scared you. mostly because you thought you were exiting your relationship for your own good, but you were fighting with yourself just as hard to avoid taking him back.
and you hoped those feelings wouldn’t overload during this wedding.
you sat in the room where chigiri’s fiancé was getting ready. the room was bustling, the makeup artist and hairstylist working simultaneously to get her finished in time, while you and the bridesmaids, already dolled up in your tailor made dresses, were giving her words of encouragement to ease her nerves, ignoring your own for the sake of the couple. once she was done and the dress was on everyone stared in awe, you included at how beautiful she looked. however you couldn’t help but think if that’s what you and barou could’ve been, what you could’ve had. who knows.
you pushed it all away though, for the ceremony was about to begin. all the bridesmaids lined up with their groomsmen, you at the front with chigiri’s best man, kunigami rensuke. when the music started, the venue coordinators opened the ceiling high doors and out your pair walked first, arm in kunigami’s.
“congrats on your win rensuke, i saw your match. looks like you’ve gotten sloppy though, your kicks have lost power.” you teased.
you and kunigami were friends, meeting each other through chigiri, immediately getting along.
“oh please, i’d like to see you do better in my exact position.”
“i wouldn’t need to, a five year old could’ve done better.”
“stay bitter y/n.”
you lightly chuckled to yourself as you reached halfway down the aisle. you could see your best friend at the alter, smiling proudly at you. you smiled back, looking around to see how beautiful the hall was. everyone involved with the planning had really outdone themselves.
your eyes had happened to wander too far however, immediately locking with a familiar pair of red eyes conveniently standing in front of a seat closest to the aisle. in that moment your heart had skipped a beat, seeing the man you still once loved looking at you as hard as you were looking at him. his hair was down for once, donned in a black sheen suit, with a navy blue tie. he looked so handsome, and you had fallen right into his trap. you couldn’t pinpoint it, but he was also looking at kunigami with a face of…discontent?
you forced yourself to tear your eyes away, focusing on what you were supposed to be doing, which was completing your walk.
as you neared closer to him, your anxiety grew with each step, until you were parallel to him. you passed him completely with two more steps, proud at yourself for not acknowledging him. that work was undone though once a wave of your favourite cologne on him hit your nostrils, melting at the familiarity.
you immediately collected yourself, completing the walk up to the altar and disconnecting from rensuke with a small pinch to his arm, to which he lightly swatted at you with a smile. your hand reached out to briefly hold chigiri’s with an encouraging smile before making your way to stand to the left of the altar, facing the crowd.
as the other bridesmaids were walking down the aisle you couldn’t help but sneak a few glances towards barou every now and then, only to find he was already looking at you each and every time.
after an exchange of vows, a few tears shed here and there, and rings given, the spotlight couple were announced husband and wife and exchanged a long kiss. the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and the reception was about to commence.
-
once the food was eaten and speeches had been given, most of the attendees had either made their way to the dance floor or broke into conversation with others.
you did neither the former or the latter however, instead opting to sit at your table alone, watching others have their moment.
“hey.”
you froze, head whipping to your right just in time to see barou himself sinking into the seat beside you.
“hey…shouei.”
“good turnout huh, heard you had a hand in the planning. you did well.”
“what is it? cause we both know you didn’t come to talk about the decor shouei.”
he paused for a moment, not expecting you to be so sharp about it.
“i wanted to see how you were doing. i miss you y/n, badly. and i know you established your boundaries the last time we saw each other, but when i saw you enter it just reminded me of us, especially when i saw him next to you. dunno, call it jealousy or some shit.” you looked down, studying your maid of honour dress, while contemplating what to do.
this weren’t heading in a good direction, you could tell. specifically because you missed him too. and your composure was slowly unraveling. and you cursed yourself for having a few flute-fulls of champagne, because you knew your tongue had loosened up enough to speak your truth.
“i…miss you too. but i don’t know, shouei, why does it have to take losing me just for you to realised what you had? why let it get to this point? we could’ve been in so much of a better place right now.”
“i know y/n, shit, i know. but i wanna make it up to you. wanna show you how much i appreciate you for what you do. i know i should’ve done better by you, but that’s why i’m here now. to make up for my actions. i wanna start over with you.”
he looked at you still avoiding looking at him, taking his index finger and thumb to lift up your chin towards him, slowly rubbing your lip. he knew you liked it. it made you realise maybe he did pay attention to you here and there.
“we’ll go slow y/n, i’m gonna take my time to do this properly with you.”
you gave him a nod, and with that, he neared closer to you for a kiss, you meeting him halfway until you connected, sharing a sweet moment. your hands threaded through his hair, feeling his soft locks in your grasp. after a while you parted, his eyes full of adoration, something you didn’t know he could show.
“c’mon, let’s get out of here.”
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ITOSHI RIN ☆彡
life went on. for six more months rin carried on climbing his way to the top, attempting day by day to erase you out of his mind. he went on dates, brought numerous girls home. it just posed one slight problem though;
none of them were you.
he ultimately gave up on love, believing that you were as good as it gets. he screwed up, and now someone that wasn’t him was able to enjoy the undeniable luxury that was you.
he really fucked up.
it was his own fault, any idiot could see that.
and paired with his stresses concerning you, the pressure of being a football player was getting to him. he needed an escape. and so, in the late hours of a simple thursday night he ventured to a discreet bar downtown japan, considering he was out of season currently. mind you, rin never drank, but if exiting sobriety would ease the devastation coursing through his body, then so be it. he’d deal with the consequences later.
what he didn’t anticipate however, upon entering the bar, that he would chance upon the very centre of his agony once again. seemed like life just continually kept kicking him in the balls.
what he should’ve done, was exit immediately, come to term with the fact that you had a new life, new lover, and therefore not open that door of angst once more. but…that selfish element inside him wanted to indulge in you, give him that temporary relief to bask in your presence, know where you are in that moment, what you’re doing.
and so, he walked into the bar, taking a seat on a barstool, opposite ends of the room from you where he could see you in between the few people in the bar.
he ordered a drink, letting his black card give a payment from the hundreds of thousands that resided in his account.
he took discreet glances of you here and there as he slowly sipped on his drink, the burning in his throat soon to be gnawing away at pieces of his rationality.
however, the more he looked at you over time swirling a finger around in your drink, the more he noticed something was off. he blinked harder, looked more attentively- were you crying?
he immediately entered a state of protective mode, feeling a panging state of yearning to brush away your tears.
the drink didn’t help either, for he felt himself rising off his seat, something he wouldn’t never done had he been sober, and took quick paces towards your table.
the tears were more evident now he was closer. bags weighed underneath your eyes, but he still found you to be as beautiful as ever. even in your state of disarray.
you caught him in your peripheral, slowly coming into full view the nearer he got to you. at this point you couldn’t give a shit, simply over it and everything life had to offer at this moment.
you barely acknowledged him as he slid into the seat opposite you, a heavy silence setting into place. you both had more than enough things to say, but no words escaped.
eventually however someone had to face the music.
“you’re finally ready to talk huh? only took you 10 months itoshi-san.”
itoshi-san. he hated it. hated how it symbolised the distance between you two. how in less than a year, two individuals who were so close with each other, so damn comfortable could end up this way.
“i- yes. yeah i am.”
you waved a waiter over, ordering drinks for the both of you, rin looking at you in confusion once the waiter walked away.
“we both know damn well this conversation ain’t gonna go easy. and i’m already suffering from a breakup. might as well loosen up before you lay it all out on the table.”
within record time your drinks arrived, downed immediately by both parties.
“so, what is it rin?”
he stayed silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. he knew what he wanted, but to voice it to you was a different story.
“i…i fucked up. badly y/n. i took my anger out on you where it wasn’t needed-”
“badly is an understatement rin. you degraded me, hurt and damaged me- made me feel some type of way because you— you felt threatened because someone acknowledged your state of distress? has it ever occurred to you that i was trying to help you? because i love— loved you rin.”
he flinched at your slip up, the word ‘love’ shattering him into pieces. you weren’t done though.
“have you ever seen it from my perspective for once? i never felt like you loved me, god knows you didn’t tell me enough. i went above and beyond for you, given the fact we didn’t see each other enough, what the hell did i know?” your voice cracked mid sentence, emotions you’ve kept in for the past year coming to surface. tears came up once again and cascaded down your cheeks right in front of him.
although the boundaries were there, he couldn’t just let you suffer alone, especially because he was the source of your bottled up pain.
he rose once more, dashing to your side and engulfing you in the biggest hug. your sobs grew in intensity, the unexpected comfort from rin sending you into overdrive. he shushed you, slowly rubbing the back of your neck with his thumb as he held you close, scared you’d escape his grasp once more.
after awhile your sobs subsided, taking deep breaths into his chest. you basked in the familiar warmth coming from him.
“i still love you rin, i really do…but i can’t live like this. if you can’t change your ways, there’ll never be a way out for us.”
“y/n, i swear to you, this last year has been pure hell for me. being without you by my side, living without you has made me realise just how much i should’ve valued you more. i need you, i can’t live without you, not in peace i can’t. and i am so fucking sorry for everything i put you through. if you’d have me, i’ll do everything in my power for the rest of my life to make sure this doesn’t happen again. there is no one who compares to you, i can be absolutely certain of that.”
it was silent once more, you could feel his heart pulsating in anxiety from what your answer would be. you both knew that you still loved each other, but your fear held you back. fear that things would end up the same way it ended. alas, you missed him so much. even while you were with your partner, he wasn’t rin. the fact that he cheated on you spoke volumes to you loud enough. your selfish nature yearned for rin. so maybe…just maybe, things would be different this time around? time to find out.
“alright…we’ll try this once more. but rin,” you pulled away from him so he could see your expression. “i’m being serious. if you fuck this up, i can guarantee you, you’ll never have me again. and i promise you that.”
“i won’t screw this up y/n. not again, i won’t lose you again.”
he lowered himself to you, gently clutching your chin and sealed his words with a passion filled kiss.
“i love you y/n.”
“i love you too rin.”
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DAY 30: Scream — costumes w/dom!spencer reid & dom!aaron hotchner
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KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist
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PART 2
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summary: After vaguely mentioning your attraction to the Scream character, Ghostface, your two boyfriends decide to dress as him for Halloween. And, needless to say, they aren't afraid to make you scream.
pairing: dom!spencer reid and dom!aaron hotchner x sub!fem!reader
warnings/mentions: use of pet names for reader (princess, honey, angel, baby, love, doll [sry i went crazy]), reader is fairly shy, spencer is more soft!dom and hotch is more rough/hard!dom, obv use of masks and veryyy heavily implied mask kink, loads of degradation and a lot of praise, hair pulling, blowjob, vaginal sex, unprotected piv sex (pls do not do this <3), choking, teasing, small implication of hotch being a little older than reader, lmk if i missed anything!
wc: 3.5k
a/n: this took me so long PLSSS and i'm not even that crazy about it, but i think i will be posting the second part of this for halloween tmr so i hope that will be better <3 i hope y'all enjoy and have a good halloween tmr/had a good halloweekend!
tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1 @mrs-ssa-hotch @boimlers-gonna-boim
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You were walking through the doors of the the bullpen of the BAU, large bags of candy in your hand as you waved hello to various coworkers of yours.
The BAU, thanks to Derek Morgan, was having a Halloween party to celebrate the spooky holiday. Work had ended a few hours ago at this point, so everyone had finished most of their case files and papers of the like.
To your surprise, a lot of your coworkers were here, and a lot of them were dressed up. It was surprising to see, considering that it was a Tuesday, but it wasn’t an issue, really. As for yourself, you were dressed up as a princess this year.
Well, kind of.
You didn’t feel like going out to get a Halloween costume, so you decided to wear a dress and heels, some jewelry, and call it a day.
“Hey, Y/N. Cute fit,” Derek teased you the second you reached your desk, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly hug. You smiled, rolling your eyes at him.
You pulled back to look him up and down, observing his simple attire, that looked very similar to the henley and jeans combo that he wore on a daily basis. “Thanks, Derek. And what are you supposed to be?” you smiled..
“I’m me, obviously. Can’t get much better than that,” Derek chuckled, taking a sip from the glass that he was holding. You shook your head, giggling.
“Of course,” you said. “Um, where’s Hotch? A- And Spencer?” you then asked Derek, curious as to why you had yet to see the two of them.
It had been common knowledge among your team that you, Aaron, and Spencer all had something going on, but none of you had ever specified what that was.
It would be a simple answer, but you never felt the need to explain your business nonetheless. Aaron and Spencer were both your boyfriends, and while not romantically involved with each other, they were incredibly enamored with you.
So when you noticed neither of them were there, you felt not only concerned, but also suspicious.
“They just went up to Hotch’s office, I think,” Derek said, shrugging his shoulders.
You nodded, setting the bags of candy that you had down on your desk before saying, “Thanks, Derek.”
The blinds in Aaron’s office were shut as you approached it, causing you to raise even more of an eyebrow.
What the hell were the two of them up to?
Throughout the week hat Derek had been raving about this party, Aaron and Spencer had refused to tell you who they were dressing up as, or if they were even dressed up at all. You figured the two men would want to confide in you about their costume choices, but apparently, your help wasn't required.
Which only made you more sure that the two of them had something up their sleeve.
You knocked on the office door and put your ear to it, wondering if you could hear the two of them talking. You found that you could, but all of their dialogue was inaudible. Sighing, you decided to just open the door, let yourself in, and see what they were up to.
You turned the knob and pushed open the door. The view you were met with was one of Aaron and Spencer stood next to Aaron’s desk. Aaron had his arms crossed, and there looked to be a mask of some sort in his hand.
And from what you could see, Spencer was holding the very same mask.
The two men’s eyes met yours when you walked inside of the room, and their appearances sent a quick rush of butterflies to your abdomen.
Spencer was in a white button-up, black vest and tie, along with black slacks and belt. Aaron was wearing the same attire, except he was only wearing a collared shirt, slacks, and belt. While you were unable to tell who the two of them were supposed to be just yet, you grew nervous nonetheless.
They had to be doing this on purpose.
“Hey, princess,” Spencer smiled at you, taking a second to look you up and down and turn his body to face you. “You look amazing in that dress.”
You smiled shyly over at Spencer, a cheesy smile across your face. “Thank you. Um, so—What are you guys supposed to be? You—You never told me,” you didn't fail to remind them, crossing your arms.
“Oh, well…” Spencer 's voice trailed off, gazing over at Aaron and beckoning for him to say something.
Aaron cleared his throat and held up the mask he was holding so you could get a better view of what it was, smiling. “We’re not really resembling the original, but this is what we came up with.”
Aaron was showing you a mask that made your heart flutter; It was a Ghostface mask, the mask of a killer from a franchise of horror movies that you thoroughly enjoyed.
A killed that, despite your role as an FBI profiler, found very attractive.
You remembered vaguely saying a word or two about the masked man when the three of you sat down to watch Halloween movies a week or so ago. You made a brief, dismissible joke about the killer being attractive, and how you wouldn’t be afraid of getting injured if either Aaron or Spencer was wearing the mask.
Needless to say, though that wasn’t really true. Your pulse was going like crazy, and it was no doubt because of the nervousness that you were feeling.
You seemed to short circuit as you stood there, your eyes widening in response to the two men's choice of attire. Finally, when you didn’t speak up, Spencer smirked at you and asked, “Something wrong, love?”
You shook your head a little too quickly, looking down at the floor. “No, n- no!” you defended, giving a heavy sigh. “Nothing’s wrong. Um—You guys look—Really good," you barely managed to get out.
“Do you want to see them on?” Aaron asked as he smirked at you, holding his mask up as he spoke in reference to it.
If your pulse was high before, it was through the roof now.
“Um, su- sure?” you said a little anxiously, finding yourself annoyed at the fact that all words were failing you all because of a mask.
But, God, you couldn’t help it.
The two men gave each other a knowing smirk, one that you couldn't miss, before putting the masks on their faces and securing them in place. They both turned to look at you, waiting for some sort of answer from you.
But, unlike they were probably expecting, your response was physical, not verbal.
You were damn near weak in the knees at the view before you, your face, neck, and ears all growing warmer by the second. They could probably assume your look was one of unease, if it weren’t for the fact that they knew you, and they knew what you were feeling.
“Wow, you look—Good. Um, great, even,” you stuttered out, rubbing the back of your neck in a nervous manner. Before you could even think it through, your next words were gushing from your lips. “I’m going back to the party now,” you said in a muddled rush.
You were squealing as you walked out of the room, blushing as you replayed the scene of your two masked boyfriends in your head. You could hear Aaron and Spencer laughing as you left the room in a hurry.
You knew they liked to tease you, but, damn, really? You didn't think they would do this, of all the things.
They just didn’t have a care in the world about making you feel this way.
And if there was one thing you were sure of, it was that you’d be a mess by the end of this party.
You were sitting in an abandoned office in the BAU, doing your best to relax and calm yourself down with the way the last hour had just enfolded.
Your boyfriends were dicks. Assholes. Whatever you wanted to call them, that's just what they were,
They’d been walking around the place for the last hour like they owned it, knowing just what they were doing to you as they did.
You both hated and loved how grand of an effect such a simple action, such a simple costume could have on you, all because it was them who were doing it, and them who were wearing it.
You ran your hands through your hair as you stood in the room, trying to slow down the pace of your breath.
And trying to ignore the needy feeling between your legs.
Just then, as if on cue, a knock sounded at the door, causing you to jump out of your own head to pay attention to it.
And, of course, who could it be but the two men on your mind?
“Y/N, honey? Are you in here?” a calm male voice called out for you, opening the door to the office you were in.
Spencer, whose mask was perched above his head, walking in, Aaron behind him. Your eyes flickered between the two of them for a second, before you spoke.
“Hi,” you said shyly, crossing your arms the same exact way that you had earlier on in the evening. “What’s up?” you asked, attempting to make your voice sound as casual as possible
“You kind of ran off there, princess. We got worried,” said Spencer, a sly smile over his face as the two of them approached you. “Everything okay?” he asked, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
You looked down as he did so, feeling your cheeks flare up with heat. “No, yeah, I’m—Okay. You guys can go back to the party,” you muttered to them, avoiding their eyes.
From the corner of your eye, you could see your boyfriends throw that same knowing smirk at each other, the same look they'd given each other earlier, before Aaron spoke up. “Alright, stop with the shyness and spit it out, honey. What’s on your mind?”
You looked up at him, and then quickly looked away as you again saw his mask, which was in the same place as Spencer’s was. “Nothing. I told you guys, it’s nothing,” you said to them again, sighing.
Spencer walked up to you, his tall appearance causing a lump to form in your larynx. “Well, obviously, something's the matter, princess,” Spencer cooed, bringing his thumb to rest under your chin. Deciding to get to the root of the issue, Spencer asked, “Is it the masks, honey?”
That was when your nervous gaze finally met Spencer’s eyes, and you nodded, feeling like a little girl being forced to admit to misbehaving.
That’s sure as hell what it felt like.
Spencer smiled down at you, and looked back once at Aaron before asking, “You like them, huh?” his tone somehow caring yet coy all at once.
Again, you nodded.
“We figured you would,” smirked Aaron from behind Spencer, moving closer to you himself. “That was why we got them, really," Aaron shrugged.
“Yeah,” Spencer laughed in response, grinning at the two of you. Spencer’s eyes then softened as he looked down at you as he noiced the shyness of your demeanor. “We’re glad that worked.”
You gave a small, nervous giggle, too, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen now.
No doubt, whatever it was, it wouldn’t be able to leave this room.
“Well, uh, we’ll be happy to put them back on for you, princess,” Spencer smiled at you, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. “Is that something you’d like?”
Your words fell quickly from your lips as soon as the query was spoken. “Y- Yes, please,” you eagerly said to the two of them, suddenly finding a voice as soon as Spencer promised you that they’d put their masks back on.
You couldn’t dream of anything better.
“Mmhm. Just do us a favor, okay?” said Aaron lazily as he moved closer, running his fingers over your hips as Spencer backed up a little. Aaron then put his mask back on, looking down at you. "Don't scream."
Spencer followed through and put his mask back on as well, and your eyes widened at the view of your boyfriends, dressed as one of your all-time favorite horror roles. They were so, so close to you as they looked down at you.
It was a wonder you didn’t pass out on the spot.
Aaron backed you into the wall of the office as Spencer walked away to close and lock the door, leaning his arm on the wall next to you. Spencer joined the two of you seconds later, positioned next to Aaron.
You felt yourself grow weak in the knees as the two men hovered above you, closing your eyes as a fiery blush filled your cheeks. Aaron cupped your cheek, and if you could see his face, you’d be sure that he was smirking, gazing down at you as you shyly slid down the wall.
“Aw, what’s the matter, princess? What’re you so nervous for?” Aaron chuckled in a jeering tone, holding your face in a soothing manner as he smoothed his thumb under your cheek.
“Give her a break. She’s just shy,” said Spencer in response. Spencer reached his hands out to grip your hips, chuckling. “Aren’t you, honey?”
“You guys are such teases,” you murmured more to yourself than them, earning chuckles from both of them.
“We just love to play with you, honey. You’re so easy to mess with,” said Aaron, like that fact was common knowledge. “How do we look?”
You looked up at him, like that fact was common knowledge. But, “G- Good,” was the only word stuttered you could get out of your mouth without your tongue slurring the words.
“Glad you think so,” smiled Spencer, running his hands over your body.
"But we'd look better with you between us," said Aaron in a sly tone, pulling you closer, so that you were flush against his front.
You couldn’t get a word out as Aaron picked you up from the ground, walking you to the couch that was in the room. He put you down on it, and, just like he’d said, put you onto all fours, so that you were bent over for the two of them to see.
Spencer had his arms crossed as Aaron ran his hand over your back, looking down at you. “Oh, look at you, honey. Fucking adorable,” Aaron groaned. He turned back to look at Spencer. “What do you think, Reid? What should we do with her?”
Spencer chuckled behind his mask and sat down in front of you on the couch, cupping your cheek with his hand. “I think our princess here needs some attention of her own. Wouldn’t you agree, angel?” Spencer cooed.
You were eager to nod, feeling your pulse quicken at Spencer’s teasing. “Y- Yes, please,” you whimpered.
Aaron obliged, moving himself behind you and grabbing your hips to keep himself steady. You could hear his belt unbuckling from behind, followed by the sound of it clattering to the ground.
Aaron lifted your dress up, and didn’t misuse even a second as he yanked down your underwear. The older man thumbed your thighs, and then your clit, causing you to let out a low mewl.
“Fuck, doll, you’re dripping. Eager, aren’t we?” Aaron laughed at you, rubbing your clit more, just to get you going.
You let out small whines and whimpers as Aaron touched you, and from what you could see, Spencer was hardening in his slacks from the sound of your moans alone.
That only made you want the two of them more.
“There you go, honey. Let me hear those pretty moans of yours,” Aaron encouraged you, moving his thumb at a quicker pace over your clit.
Spencer, eager to be engaged in some way, began to tease your nipples through the fabric of your dress. Your bra wasn’t doing all that much to stop him from doing so, and, it was then and there that you knew you were done for.
You looked back to see Aaron pulling his boxers down, revealing his aching cock, that was just as hard as Spencer’s was. He let out a low grunt as he moved his hand up and down on himself for a few seconds, readying himself for you.
Meanwhile, Spencer’s attention was fully on you, and he chuckled as he cupped your cheek again. His other hand fumbled with his belt, and he tilted his head at you, his mask being what was gazing back at you.
“You don’t mind me using that pretty mouth of yours, do you, princess?” Spencer cooed to you. You quickly shook your head.
“That’s a good girl,” Spencer whispered back to you, smoothing his thumb under your cheek.
You moaned as Aaron then suddenly, very suddenly, pushed himself inside of you from behind, slowly inching his cock inside of your cunt. Your hand almost immediately went to cover your mouth while Spencer yanked down his pants.
“Ready, angel?” Spencer cooed like nothing else was happening, like you weren’t getting fucked goddamn senseless by Aaron, even if it'd only been a couple seconds of sex thus far. Nevertheless, you nodded, and did just what Spencer asked of you.
Spencer’s size concerned you only a bit as you went down on the brunette genius, bobbing your head up and down on his dick as Aaron pounded into you from behind, and maybe you’d gag, or choke, or cough.
But it didn’t matter, just as long as you got to have them.
“Fuck, doll—You feel so fucking good,” Aaron muttered to you from behind, fucking you at a pace that should be considered illegal for how quick it was.
And how good it felt.
“Such a good girl,” Spencer whispered to you, petting and pulling your hair as a means of pulling you down more onto his dick. “You’re taking us so well, angel,” he cooed.
“Mmhm,” Aaron hummed in response. He moves both of his hands from your hips to your ass and grabbed you by it, pulling you closer to him, and thus pushing himself further into you. You let out a loud mewl in response.
Aaron covered your mouth, letting out a chuckle from behind you. “Didn’t we tell you not to scream, honey?”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered with flushed cheeks, pulling back from Spencer for a moment to not only speak, but to also catch your breath. “I’m—Trying.”
“Try harder,” Aaron said roughly as you reattached your lips to Spencer’s cock. “We’re the only ones who get to hear how much of a whore you are," your boyfriend shamelessly degraded you.
Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you whined for more pleasure, feeling overwhelmed by the two men in front of you.
Or, well, behind you.
“Fuck, just like that, love,” Spencer groaned, not paying too much attention to what Aaron was saying. “You’re doing so good for me. So, so good," Spencer praised.
You moved your head up to get a better view of Spencer as you sucked him off. He looked so hot like this, as he did each time that you blew him.
That mask only magnified that fact.
“You should see how much of a slut you look like, honey,” Aaron chuckled. He ran his fingers through your hair and grabbed a handful of it, pulling your head down and guiding you as you sucked Spencer’s dick. “Fucking whore.”
Your cheeks were warm with arousal as your brain did the best it could to keep up with Aaron’s degradation, mixed in with Spencer’s praise.
Your eyes were rolling back into your head as the scene unfolded before you: Aaron pounding into you from behind, you gagging around Spencer’s cock, and you knew it was going to send you to the edge so fucking quick.
And just when you believed it couldn’t get any better, you were quickly proven wrong.
Aaron, like he’d done so many times before when the two of you were having sex, used a hand to grab a hold of your neck, and squeezed down with force. You found yourself coughing at the sudden, but arousing action, causing both Aaron and Spencer to chuckle.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” Aaron chuckled, administering a small slap to your ass with his free hand. “You want it harder, doll?”
You did what you could to nod, and even pulled away from Spencer’s dick again just to get the words out. “Please, I—I want more, A- Aaron.”
“You’re going to have to beg me better than that,” Aaron said cruelly, beginning to slow his pace down as well. You whimpered in response, ready to give some bratty remark back to him.
But your body needed him too much.
“No, please—Please don’t stop. I’m—I’m begging you. Please,” you whined, feeling utterly helpless to him.
“Please, what, honey?” Aaron teased you anyways, as if this couldn’t get any worse for you, as if you weren't already in the most vulnerable place you could be, begging you for his mercy.
Like you’d said earlier: You were done for.
You let out a small groan at your boyfriend’s continued teasing, but were quick to concede, sighing. “Keep going, please. A- And, harder, rougher, fuck, please," you whined aimlessly, hardly sure of the words coming out of your mouth at this point.
Aaron, knowing that when you began to become incoherent, that you were close to the edge, smirked as he obliged your needs. He began to pound back into you again, and, out of habit, you began to suck Spencer’s dick once more.
Spencer was letting out groans of his own as you sucked him off, pushing your head down as much as be could without making you gag. “Fuck, baby, fuck, I’m so close. You’re doing so good,” Spencer whispered to you, running his fingers through your hair for the millionth time as he praised you again and again. “Good girl, just like that."
Spencer moved his hand over to your back, caressing you slowly for a few seconds before moving his hand down to your clit, just as Aaron had done before. Reflexively, you whined out in pleasure.
The mix of Aaron’s cock, Spencer’s fingers, and both of their moans, was building a pleasure inside of you that you didn’t think humanly possible until now. Spencer thumbed over your clit as quickly as he could, rubbing you in fast circles as the scene before you enfolded.
“You gonna cum for us, honey? Show us how much of a whore you are?” Aaron said in a malicious tone of voice, still squeezing down on your neck. Again, you did what you could to nod.
“That’s it, baby. Go ahead,” Aaron finally encouraged.
You didn’t need much more than that.
You were climaxing in seconds upon Aaron’s command, the room smelling of sex as the three of you filled it with your moans. You could taste Spencer’s seed as ropes of it made their way into your mouth, while relishing in the pleasure of Aaron filling you with his own release at the same time.
Aaron chuckled as he pulled out of you, getting up from where he was on the couch. You whined at the sudden exit, your thighs shaking as you moved your head off of Spencer’s tip and sat up on the couch. You then pouted when you saw Spencer getting up, too.
“Where are you guys going?” you asked with a sad face, already feeling incredibly bare without the two of them next to you. They had never been ones to have sex without aftercare, so the fact that they were getting up was worth raising an eyebrow over.
Spencer put his thumb under your chin and finally removed his mask, just to kiss the top of your head. “Giving you some time to come back down to earth, princess. You probably need it.”
“And we’re sure you’ll need us again before the party’s over. And after the party’s over,” Aaron chuckled, removing his mask as well.
You rolled your eyes at his teasing tone of voice, your cheeks warm from the unneeded jeering. All you could do was cross your arms in response.
Spencer smiled down at you. “Don’t worry, princess. There’ll be more fun later on, okay? Just as long as you’re good for us. Can you be good for us, angel?” Spencer asked you genuinely.
You looked up at Spencer in a pout, but, at some point, you sighed and nodded. “Yes.”
“There’s our girl,” Spencer cooed. Then,  Spencer turned to face Aaron, smirking at him. “Shall we?”
Aaron, mirroring Spencer’s expression, nodded, and the two of them walked out of the office, leaving you there to think about all that had just happened.
Your dress was ruffled, and your thighs were a messy, shaking mess in the aftermath of what had just occurred with your two boyfriends.
You wanted to hate them so bad for this. How were you supposed to go back to the party now?
It didn’t even matter. You heard what they said.
"After the party’s over…"
You couldn’t even conjure up the image of what was going to happen then.
All you knew was that it was going to be a hell of a Halloween.
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coolprettyleo · 1 month
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Don't Forget, Don't Forget About Me - Gabe Perreault ☆
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tw: angst. alcohol. kissing? cussing. partying. almost sa. slut shaming. weird frat guy.
part 2 of superman !!
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gabe hadn’t called. he hadn’t texted. it was now sunday night; the night before he was supposed to land back in boston and lottie wondered if he had even thought of her.
her little overthinking insecure mind couldn’t help but hope he wouldn’t go off and save some other girl. a girl who desperately needed saving just like the naive little freshmen lottie was a couple of months prior.
*flashback*
“c’mon!! we’re in college now, you have to actually leave your dorm if you want to make friends char” her best friend from home told her while they were face timing.
i mean its not that lottie liked to stay home. she kinda felt burnt out. her whole life she didn’t have strict authority figures who told her she couldn’t go out. so by the time she was eighteen years old in a new city she didn’t feel the hunger of freeness, every other eighteen year old was feeling.
she grew up with her grandmother in california who had already done her part in raising her children. she was raising lottie out of the kindness of her heart. or mainly due to the fact lottie would be in the foster care system since both her parents were in jail.
“i dont know what if something goes wrong” she says, beginning to look like she can be convinced seeing how cute dylan looks.
it might be fun to dress up and take cute pics…
“it’s college! you finally have the opportunity to be somewhere where no one knows you. you can talk freaking australian and stupid bitches would believe you. your just like every other bitch tonight!”
lottie couldn’t help but smile at her friends drunkness desperately regretting the fact she didn’t go to umich with the blonde friend.
“honestly thats so real and tru. when the hell did u start giving such good advice”
“shutup and let me help you pick a fit” dylan excitedly squeals.
lottie walked into a frat party alongside her roommate and some girls they had just met. the music was typical frat music but she was honestly feeling it.
maybe because she missed going out or maybe because her and her friends had just pregamed a bottle of titos before leaving the dorm.
the thing about lottie is that she doesn’t usually drink so when she does, she drinks to have a good time.
“oh my gosh!! charlotte pls let’s go dance. plsss” my roommate Mary slurred whining.
lottie was obviously not going to turn that invitation down, so off she went. unbeknownst to her she had already caught the attention of several guys with the worse intentions possible.
all lottie can remember of that part of the night is that she was dancing with mary having the time of her life and then the next thing she knew, mary was making out with some guy.
okay mary!! slay!
she didn’t want to awkwardly third wheel that, so she quickly made her way out the dance floor. into the kitchen where there were several tall guys standing around with red cups.
“hey charlotte right? we have english together” a shorter boy walked up to her. lottie didn't think he was with the taller boys.
ive never seen this man in my life.
but of course she was naive. and in her little naive mind she didn’t want to make this random guy feel bad so she went along with it. as if they were old friends. they weren’t.
“oh yeah! hi!” she told the black haired boy standing way too close for her comfort.
unbeknownst to lottie he didn’t actually have a class with her and he was just another dumb freshman hoping to get into a frat, trying to prove he was somebody to a bunch of nobodies. in all the wrong ways too. he had just been ordered to slip something into her drink.
why he chose lottie, she would never know.
“here let me get you some water, you don’t look too well”
“thanks!! thats so nice! I was just dancing with my roommate but I don’t know where she went, I think she went off with some guy which is totally fine! im not judging or anything, like good for her” lottie drunkly rambled. one thing about lottie is that she becomes a yapper with just one sip of alcohol.
“ya it can get pretty tiring out there” he said looking around and at her nervously handing her some ‘water’. or so she thought.
as lottie was about to pour the liquid down her throat a tall dark haired boy came and slapped the cup out of her hand. spilling it all over the floor and on her top.
what the hell man
“im so sorry but don’t drink that. here” he said handing her a bottled water desperately searching for a towel to give her to wipe off whatever the hell that liquid was which smelled like the farthest thing from water.
“cmon man i was already talking to her and it was just water” the frat boy said grabbing lottie harshly.
“get the fuck out of here ass hat. how stupid can you be”
"that wasn't water!"
the taller boy and i yelled at the same time while the frat boy shoved him.
“don’t fucking touch me or her” he said pushing him back. harder.
"she's pretty easy to touch man, I mean look at her" the frat guy drunkly said.
the tall dark haired boys friends quickly came and got between them before something bigger started.
“cmon gabe it’s not worth it” a freckled boy said to him while shooting a dangerous glare to the stupid frat guy.
lottie just stood off leaned against the counter trying to figure out who’s the hell are these people? and what the hell was going on? and did that asshole just slut shame her? what the hell did he even mean by that? .
“let’s go find your friends” he said taking my arm much gentler and guiding me through the party. trying to see if I recognized anyone.
“thank you for that, honestly. i didn’t think anyone could ever be capable of doing something like that” I told the boy who had gentler eyes now as we stepped outside. as lottie began to sober up, it hit her what could of happened if this mysterious boy never came to save the day.
im so dumb.
lottie couldnt help but think.
“well now you know for next time right” he said with a light smile as he texted on his phone.
whose he texting?
“who we texting!” lottie said jokingly. trying to lighten up the mood.
“im trying to call us an uber, your a freshman right?” he said with a chuckle, feeling a flip in his stomach as he seen her smile.
thats pretty.
“yeah, are you?”
“yeah, my names gabe by the way” he said realizing he never got her name or even told her his.
“charlotte. but i go by lottie” she said smiling at him, noticing gabe was honestly cute.
“the uber is fifteen minutes away” he said looking down at her, into her big brown eyes.
“thank you. really” she said starring into each others eyes, as if they’ve spent all eighteen years of their lives searching for one another.
feeling her heart beat a million times an hour; something lottie has never felt before. so she couldn’t figure out what it meant. heart attack? maybe?
lord save me.
*flashback over*
lottie felt like an idiot. she knew gabe was back from his trip seeing as his location was in his dorm. he usually would have asked her to go over by now or he would of came here, but seeing as he probably believed lottie didn't love him; he was going to be stubborn and not answer her.
screw it I cant take it anymore
lottie rolled her ass out of bed and put on her uggs as she marched down the hill to his dorm with a mission on her mind.
she had spent the weekend wallowing in self pity and she couldn't take it anymore. this had been the longest they had gone without speaking to one another since they got together and lottie realized she did not like it. not one bit.
"gabe just call her back, if she's calling you so much then she obviously does care about you" will snapped finally tired of seeing his roommate in such a terrible mood; all weekend.
"thats the problem! i want her to love me not just care for me. you guys know lottie; she cares for the homeless man down the street that she's never even met before!" gabe gestures with his arms.
"dont be complicated gabe" ryan chimes in, knowing all too well how their friend and teammate is.
as gabe opens his mouth to talk further he is cut off by a loud knock on the door.
ryan quickly trying to escape gabes self pity party practically runs to open the door while will and gabe stay sitting back on the couch.
"lottie! come in!" ryan says loudly looking at will with eyes that speak 'lets get outta here'. will practically ran out with ryan. not wanting to deal with depressed gabe any longer, not before waving at lottie on his way out though.
gabe rolled his eyes at their antics before getting up and walking to his room as lottie began to shut the front door.
"gabe wait! please hear me out"
"there's nothing to hear out lottie. its okay to not love someone back, you dont have to explain anything" he said looking anywhere and everywhere but her.
lottie took a good look at him seeing as he looked like his heart was breaking into a million pieces; lottie wanting so desperatly to put it back together one by one, however long it took. she loved him.
"you cant honestly believe that I dont love you gabe" lottie said softly, walking closer to him.
"look at me gabe" she whispered, while softly turning his head down to look at her. his deep green eyes has her wanting to scream from the rooftops.
"I love you" she said as she shook with nothing but raw emotion and pure love.
gabe couldn't help but scoop her up into his arms and kiss his girl like there was no tomorrow. smiling into the kiss because he hated what he had felt all weekend long.
lottie pulled away from the kiss as she wasn't finished. she planned the speech the whole way here, she wanted to tell him. because when you know you know and she knew.
"I love you gabriel perreault. and im sorry for not telling you sooner. i just assumed you knew and that was wrong of me and so sorry. since the very first day I've loved you. since you saved me from my own stupidity, I loved you. since you've put up through every bad habit and fit I've had, I've loved you-"
"lottie, i know. you dont have to say it" gabe said cutting her off knowing well lottie isn't one to scream her love from the rooftops. with his hands on her lower back. making her stomach do cartwheels.
god I love him. I want him.
"I want to though" lottie said, looking into his eyes. eyes that lottie thought were heart shaped starring deeply into her soul. leaning on her tiptoes to kiss his soft sweet lips again.
the boy who was her boyfriend. the boy she loved. the boy who knew she loved him. her version of superman. at least its the same thing too lottie.
the end!!
I dont know if I want to make this into an au or leave it as it is. we'll see!
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the-fiction-witch · 3 months
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Young Love P2
Media The Artful Dodger
Character Jack Dawkins
Couple Jack X Reader
Rating SMUT
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Requested I NEED part 2. I love it. Must need part twoooo This is amazing! Waiting for part 2 part 2 plsss ❤️❤️ Part 2 please I can't wait for part 2 ❤ Part 2 plsss I it's so cute I couldn't help myself but laugh because I would have done the same thing to my friends
I sat at the table on my third drink since I took my seat, My family of course was eager to ask questions but I didn't want to speak. Maybe this was all a terrible idea. 
"So Dr Dawkins, how long have you been seeing our sweet Y/n?" My mother asked,
"Ohh Almost a year now, isn't that right my darling?" He smirked in my direction, his hand coming to settle on my thigh
I glared but smiled and nodded, before I quickly grabbed his hand and crushed it as I forced his hand away,
"oww" He complained to quiet for anyone at the table to notice, "Don't be vicious darling." he whispered,
"Ohh that's just lovely," Magnolia smiled, "Reminds me of our own courtship." she smiled at her husband Sam, 
"And tell me do you have intentions to continue with my daughter?" My father asked,
"Ohh yes, certainly sir." He nodded, "We were thinking of a spring wedding weren't we my darling?" He smiled leaning on his hand and blowing me a kiss, But I stomped on his foot under the table, He shot me a look as everyone talked about themselves "I'm doing what you asked."
"Dail it back loverboy." 
"So? Do you two think soon we can expect splendid news?" my mother asked and the table silenced,
"Yes, very soon I'm sure." He answered,
"Ohh wonderful!" She smiled, 
"And of course, we'd be expecting young ones?" My father offered,
"Ohh Absolutely, we had discussed it, of course, four children we were thinking my darling?"
I glared at him with rage "Yes... Dear." 
"Wonderful! Young love is so sweet and beautiful now we only have little melody and all our sweet little ones will have a love of their own," My mother smiled, "Ohh how I remember the moonlit strolls, the sweet shared cookies, the secret words whispered at windows, the thrill of love bites hidden from others eyes, of muffling the lustful sounds of intimacy behind pillows for fear of walking the house, the unbridled torment and ecstasy of young love." 
 I held my breath trying not to answer, my parents had always been like this so affectionate for each other that they often failed to realize that's not the sort of thing you tell your children about when you are their age. 
"But of course, you two must be well aware of such things,"
"...yes absolutely," He nodded, "Your uhhh" he coughed," Your daughter and I are well aware."
"Wonderful, and of course now you are no longer a secret Dr Dawkins, you are welcome to stay the night with y/n so long as you two just let us know." my mother smiled,
"We wouldn't want any sudden interruptions now would we?" My father added,
"I- I Can?" He gulped, 
"Of course, we trust a doctor to know the best ways to... help our daughter," my father winked at Jack,
"Yes, of course." Jack nodded shooting me a glance as if to ask 'Are they serious?' and I just nodded in return, "well that uhh that will be nice won't it darling" 
"Yes... it will" I rolled my eyes 
Once dinner was done I very quickly took Jack back to my room mostly to try and hide, Immediately I jumped on my bed and hid my face away, 
"Your uhhh your parents are weird."
"Yeah, I know..."
"They have literally only met me for dinner, and they are completely fine with me banging you." 
"Jack, don't call it that."
"Having sex with you then. They are... really accommodating..." 
"They are weird."
"yeah they are... and it's bloody weird, I feel kinda bad I'm not having sex with you they seemed like they really wanted me too, I feel like I'm a disappointment all of a sudden." 
"the deal was cookies and Beer Jack I'm not sleeping with you."
"Can we amend the deal?"
"To?"
"Every time I need to pretend to be your boyfriend, you have to sleep with me."
"No."
"Then the deal is off and I'm telling them-" he said heading to the door
"No no no!" I stood and grabbed his arm, "ughhhh fine! One orgasm per performance."
"Not one orgasm, sex."
"Ohh sex is finished after you orgasm"
"Not necessarily, One orgasm could be you just pawn me off with a handjob and my performances are worth way more than that." 
"Fine... Sex. Per performance."
"Thank you, I will accept a blow job."
"I bet you would, it's just easier for me to sleep with you at least then I can lay down and my jaw doesn't get tired." 
"Good, we have a deal?"
"Do I still owe you a pound a kiss?"
"Let's say a kiss for a kiss how about that?"
"Fine."I sighed, 
"Good, we're agreed then, Now? where's my reward for such a stellar performance darling?" He cooed wrapping his arms around my waist,
"I'm really gonna hate you aren't I?"
"Yeah you are, but you can't argue 'cause you wanted this." He smirked, "You asked me to pretend to be your boyfriend, so I'm being your boyfriend," he smirked grabbing my arse,
"Fine, let's just get this over with. And don't be loud I already know my parents are assuming there fucking in here I'd rather it not be confirmed," I sighed moving to the bed,
"Grumpy little girly today,"
"Just get this over with Jack." I sighed, 
"Alright, how do you want me darling?" He smirked crawling on my bed, "I get to hold your hips and thrust your face into your pillow? do I get to hold your legs around my neck? or am I gonna get you bouncing on my cock?"
"You get to work with the side while I lay down with my book," I told him laying on my side and grabbing a book, He rolled his eyes as he slipped his waistcoat and shirt off laying down beside me and wrapping his arms around me and kissing my shoulder, He took my book from my hand and tossed it to the side "Hey!"
"You're not going to need to entertain yourself with me, darling," he cooed as leant down to nibble and kiss my neck tugging down my dress to expose my shoulder to him his kisses getting more intense and lustful slightly biting,
"Don't bite Jack i don't need my mother pointing them out,"
"Aww come on? it'll be cute, I want them to look at you, see your cute little hickies and say humm look what Doctor Dawkins did to Y/n" 
"One Hickie." I warn,
"I better make it count then," he growled, he kissed up my neck and found a spot I couldn't hide he made sure to nibble and kiss it first before he bit me like a goddamn vampire from one of my romance novels leaving a hard dark hickie on my neck I did my best not to gasp but it was fairly difficult given his attention his hand quickly undid my dress and slipped his hand under the now looser fabric to grab my breast "Ohh perky little girly aren't you?" 
"Hey, I said sex I said nothing about my boobs."
"Boobs are a very important part of sex, come on I just wanna make you feel good too why do you keep trying to stop me?" he cooed between kisses, "ohhh your body doesn't wanna stop me?" he growled as his hand grabbing and groping my breast had caused my nipple to get a little hard "Listen to your body darling," He growled tugging on my nipple to make it even harder before pinching it between his fingers and rolling the tip between his fingers 
"Ughhh!" I squealed before clamping a hand over my mouth
"Awww see, you are enjoying it." He smirked, "Humm imagine your family are tucking themselves in bed right now, all of them can hear you screaming, and they all know what we are doing." he smirked, 
"There just assuming."
"True, so even if you don't make any noise you know your whole family is sitting in their beds knowing I'm about to bang your cute little body," 
"Jack don't call it that."
"Bang, fuck, sex, whatever word you wanna call it... " He rolled his eyes tugging up my dress till he exposed my skin "Ohhh now that's a little juicer then I expected." he smirked smacking my arse
"Hey! Jack! don't I'll-"
"Aww you don't want me to make you too sore? Don't worry darling I'm gonna make you so sore your cute little arse can't even sit down to dinner with them tomorrow." He smirked forcing down my panties and moving his hand to stroke my clit, Immediately I bit my pillow not wanting to give him the satisfaction that I was enjoying it, "Awww what a cute little girly, such a pretty little pussy, open your legs or I'll throw you on your knees." 
I knew I couldn't argue so I moved my leg to let him work, 
"humm what a good girly," he cooed undoing his own pants and tugging them down, he gave himself a few gentle strokes before he slipping himself inside me "Ughhh fuck! Ummm! you should have made me your fake boyfriend years ago" he growled as he held my hips firmly digging his nails into my skin as he aggressively thrusted,
"And why is that?" I asked trying so hard not to scream as I felt the pleasure of him moving 
"cause I've been waiting to fuck you since I met you, if I'd known faking being your boyfriend for one night was all it took to get up in my little girly, Humm your family would want me marrying you by now after all these years." He growled, often biting and kissing my neck with the movement of his hips. 
"Ughhh Jack," I began to whine from the overwhelming pleasure my eyes often rolling back, 
"Awww see you do love me," he smirked, "Don't worry little girly, I'll make you cum" he smirked rubbing on my clit as he thrusted my bed creaking and banging against the wall from our movements, "Ummm listen to that fucking noise your parents must think there banging like rabbits." he growled, "Then again, I guess we are aren't we." 
"Jack faster please-"
"Yeah? Ughh you sound so good begging me for more, But... I can't, you feel you good little girly" He began to slow so I gritted my teeth, I hated admitting it, I hated what I was about to do, and the endless satisfaction it would give him, 
.... I'd never live what I'm about to do down... 
But I'm not stopping, I pushed his hips gently turning us so he laid on his back and I sat on top of him gently moving my hips at the speed I wanted him at,
"Ohhh fuck! you bad bad girl!" He growled grabbing my hips to guide me to bounce on him, I admit he looked amazing laid on my bed in only his shirt, his hair slightly sweaty and out of place, leant on his elbows against my pillows moaning under me as I worked, "Ughhhhh fuck! yeah? you want me darling? I'm not even your real boyfriend and you need me so badly?" 
"You are a cocky little bastard, Jack,"
"Yeah, I am. You seem to be enjoying my cock enough though," he smirked, "Ummmm! why the hell did I spend so long playing card with you, I should have been bending you over the table" 
"You bend me over the table I'll bite you."
"That a promise little girly?" he smirked slapping my arse as I got faster and faster, "Or maybe you'll just feel me inside you and remember how good I make you feel." 
"Ughh just shut up and move Jack!" I yelled moving his hand to my clit, he happily began rubbing on it again his other hand grabbed my dress almost ripping it to force it away enough to get at my breast which he happily groped and plaid with my nipple, "Ughhhhh!"
"Ughhhh fuck you sound so good!" he groaned, "humm what would your family say they saw you like this, their cute little daughter bouncing on her doctor?" he gasped, 
"Knowing my parents... they'd probably correct us on something."
"annoyingly I think you're kinda right." he joked, 
 but I reached my peak biting his neck as I did which in turn got him to his own edge burying himself deep inside me 
"UGhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! yes! Y/n!" 
I did my best riding it out as he all but collapsed against bed until I couldn't move anymore and I fell face-first into my pillow on the other side of the bed, we gasped and tried to regain our composure, 
"I'm really gonna enjoy this arrangement..." 
"Ohh shut up Jack..." 
"Love you too darling."
I yawned and forced myself up, my body still knotted up with Jack as after all that had happened last night we just kinda collapsed and slept in one another arms, still in our clothes from last night, I forced myself up and rubbed my eyes for a moment looking at Jack as he slept, humm... for such a cocky dick, he can be kinda cute when he's sleeping, I smiled a plaid with his hair a little which didn't even make him stir, so I moved and gave his lips a little kiss, but as I pulled back he opened his eyes, 
"Morning,"
"AHh! Christ you made me jump!" I complained, "I didn't know you were up,"
"I'm awake... just about." 
"Morning,"
"Morning," He smiled, 
"Particular reason you're still here?" I asked climbing out of bed,
"I'm meant to be your boyfriend, aren't I? Boyfriends sleep over sometimes."
"Do they?" I asked starting to change out of my dress from yesterday, 
"They do, they cosy and cuddle up with your girlfriends"
"weird,"
"We did have sex last night."
"I know, I'm still sore and... sticky." 
"Yeah sorry about that, I'd have pulled out but... you were a little too vicious with me."
"Still I'd much prefer we have sex and you bugger off."
"That's not how boyfriends work Y/n."
"Yeah well, I don't like boyfriends, hence the whole point of you faking to be mine." 
he smirked looking at me 
"What?"
"You're really wondering why I'm looking at you when you stood at the foot of the bed without your dress?"
I rolled my eyes, "You're a doctor I don't care, you've seen a hundred naked ladies, plus anything important I have you saw last night anyway."
"True." He smirked, "What is your issue with boyfriends?"
"Fictional men are better, you ever read anything by Jane Austin? Ever. Trust me after Frederick Wentworth or Fitzwilliam Darcy." I explained, "You can't go back to the chaos of real men." 
"You can't fuck a book y/n." 
"I would if I could Jack." I said getting a clean dress for the day, but he moved to the end of the bed not bother to tug his pants up and grabbing my waist to pull me to stand naked between his legs 
"That what you want little girly? You want me to quote Jane Austin at you, to read you a Shakespearian sonnet, to make you feel loved?"
"... couldn't hurt Jack," I admit, 
He smirked kissing my sternum as he spoke "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."
I gasped doing my best not to squeal as I looked down at him,
"Like that darling?"
"Eep." I squeaked, 
"Aww you're so cute little girly," He smirked, he slapped my arse and continued to kiss my chest and breasts, "You're cute when you let the hard shell down a little." 
I was about to speak but my bedroom door opened to my mother, Immediately I grabbed the sheet to cover my naked body leaving Jack to grab the hem of his shirt to cover himself too, but it was kinda too late, "Mother!"
"oh, do excuse me. Breakfast is ready." She smiled, and for a moment her eyes looked over me she obviously saw what was happening before I grabbed the sheet but she looked carefully now to ensure she saw exactly what was happening, and for a moment her eyes lingered on Jack a moment as if she was.. inspecting him, "Will you be joining us Dr Dawkins?"
"Uhhhh yeah, yeah I will," he nodded sheepishly given he not only got caught half-naked by my her but also making out with the breasts of her naked daughter, 
"Good, well I'll be off then," She smiled leaving the room and shutting the door behind her, 
"she saw us?"
"Yeah, she definitely saw us." I sighed, "Fuck." 
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koishiro · 7 months
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The lake house cont where Toji’s helping us w an*l?? Plsss💜💜
# - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 3 📍
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : the lesson’s with megumi’s dad continue but this time it seems Toji has other plans for you.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : dilf!toji x non-virgin!reader
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : short smut with the tiniest plot ever
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : pwp, cumming inside, oral (male receiving), Toji teaches reader anal, cheating (toji’s married), pet names like: sir, sweetheart, darlin’, good girl
=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : this is part 3 of 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 fic but can be read as a stand-alone
Part 1 | 2 | 3
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I had been in my final year of Jujutsu Tech when I realised just how far I could push my body’s limits.
How far Toji could push my body’s limits.
I had also realised I gained a certain infatuation to the man, affection dare I say. He would care about me like no other boy would, albeit he punished my body more times than I could count but I never complained.
I felt as if I was indebted to him after all the lessons he had taught me with his cock, all the long steamy and sleepless nights at the local lake house. A secret no knew but us, not even his wife.
And the post-sex bliss I felt after coming down from a high, wrapped up in his arms as he lay on his back with a single cigarette in his mouth balanced by his other hand, just like right now.
It was moments like this that made me feel worthy, beautiful even. After being worshipped even after being thrown about on the sheets like a broken rag doll, I still felt worthy.
Turning my head towards him as my hand drew circles across his well defined chest, nothing but a simple white blanket lay limp across the bottom half of our bodies I asked “𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘳?“
Releasing the cancerous smoke he previously held in, I could only just catch his response, “𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧’𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬“
I always sought his approval, the words that led me to strive for perfection each time, that led me to relax my throat as he pushed more of his cock further in, which trained my body to orgasm one last time for him even if I was incredibly overstimulated. It was all for him, his approval.
“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯’ 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘺 - 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵?“
Of course I was up for it, I always was. No matter what he asked of me I’d do it, just for him.
If only I could swallow my words.
Except the only thing I’ve been swallowing for the past 15 minutes has been his cock - lubing, preparing him he said.
For what I wasn’t sure, he kept it as a secret - wanting to surprise me for how good I’ve been for him.
“𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯’, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 - 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭“
his thick meat worked its way further and further down my throat, forcing me to gulp and swallow around him. That only allowed my throat to massage his cock even more, as if my body was priming itself to please him without my mind even playing an active part in it.
“𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯’...“ Toji grunted as he shifted his weight and stood back, waiting for me to follow his command.
“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶...𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦“
Even though I loathed to leave his cock so soon, the smell of sex already wafting from the man was carried with me as I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back ready for him.
Toji followed me, almost like a predator hunting down it’s prey before surprising me by setting us up in a sixty-nine position before spreading my legs apart, taking the treat that he had demanded.
I didn’t have to look to know that his cock twitched and pulsed purely from the smell of sex I gave off.
Toji loved to remind me how sweet I tasted as his tongue lashed down against my pussy as he teased my folds, his own excitement mounting more and more with every passing second.
He was in his element, eagerly lapping at my pussy, teasing his tongue over the fat nub of my clit, my lips sliding over the head of his cock. I sucked him down, pushing my head up from the pillow, though he couldn’t quite see what position I was in.
The moment dragged him in, deeper and deeper, sensing tension easing from my body, my legs spreading apart a little more to welcome his tongue into the treat of my pussy. Even though all he wanted to do was to mount and breed me over and over, to work his cock and spear every inch of his powerful cock into my wet heat, he had to ready me too, taking his time to make sure that my body was primed and prepped.
His hand started working it's way down my body until it reached my pussy as he rubs slowly up and down my wet slit before pushing his fingers into my wetness. I spread my legs further as he pushed his tongue and fingers deeper, twisting them and making me hold back a groan. My fingers dig into his back and he slips a third finger inside me, clearly searching for my g-spot. Finding my special spot, he massages it hard, so much so that I could feel my juices flowing onto his palm and he knew my need was hightening.
Parting from my cunt and resituating himself in front of me on his knees, it felt as if he was worshiping my body. “Put your hands above your head sweetheart, and leave them there. Can you do that f’me?”
As I followed his command, Toji slipped his fingers from my pussy, leaving me feeling empty and void. His fingers dripping with my juices, he reached around and rubbed them over my tight ass, feeling me squirm a little. Realising what was about to happen, I quickly closed my legs and lifted myself onto my elbows, staring at him in worry yet I’m sure he could see the mix of excitement.
"It's okay love....trust me" He whispered.
Hearing his reassuring words I closed my eyes and concentrated on giving my body to him, reminding myself this was all part of the lesson, I was being taught. I could feel Toji pushing a little harder and slowly felt his one finger entering my ass, stoping every now and again to allow my ass to adjust. When his finger was as deep inside as it could go, he stayed still for a moment before slowly pulling back, easing it from my tightness, then pushing in deep again. Slowly my body relaxed more and more as he started to pump his finger faster and harder into me, when he felt me accepting his finger with no resistance, he started to slide a second finger into my ass, making me gasp and stiffen for a moment before relaxing again. His fingers in my ass made my pussy flood with juices as I felt them running down over my ass, lubricating it and allowing him to fuck my ass with his fingers with such ease. Suddenly a third finger joined, pushing into my ass as I cried out at the sudden pressure deep inside me, at the same time I felt a sense of need I had never felt before and lifted my body from the bed trying to take more of his hand inside my stretched ass.
"ohhhhhhhh...i want you to fuck me Toji!”
Hearing my plea, Toji knew my sense of need was ripe and the passion in my soul was his for the taking. Slipping his fingers from my drenched ass he rolls onto his back, allowing me to quickly climb onto him, kissing him as my hand directs his hard cock into my dripping pussy, sucking him in. I slammed my lust filled body down hard, feeling his hard cock spreading my tight cunt wide and filling it.
His hands around my waist steadying me. I lift my body and slam it down again hard, forcing his cock deep inside me, making it pound against my cervix, my juices flowing over his cock. I reached down and dug my nails into his chest, surely leaving marks as my body fucks his cock harder and faster. Throwing my head back I cried out to him...
"Fuck me!...FUCK me hard, make me cum!”
Listening to my screams, Toji quickly put his hands on my shoulders, stopping me from riding his cock any firther and holding me still...
"I’ll cum in you love" He said, looking into my lust filled eyes.
"But I’ll cum in your tight ass"
My eyes widen at the realisation of his huge cock going into my tight little ass, it couldn't possibly fit into that tiny hole...but I trust him and knew I had come too far to back out now...besides, I needed relief so badly.
He pulled his cock from my hot cunt and runs his fingers over my slit, gathering my juices on his fingers and rubs them over my ass, making it slippery and lubricating, prepping it for his cock to enter easily. Making me bend forward, he placed the tip of his cock against my ass, holding it there for a moment then pushing up gently.
“Relax, don’t tense your body, it’ll hurt less — more pleasurable for you if you ease the tension from your body darlin’ “
I felt the tip of his cock opening my ass slowly, then gasp as it slides in further and holds it still as my ass adjusts, feeling the resistance of his massive cock easing. When he felt me relaxed again, he pushes down on my shoulders, forcing his hardness deep into my ass in one quick movement.
My hands grasp at his chest once more and a shrill scream emanates from my gaping mouth with my head tilted back as a sharp intense pain flows through my impaled body, every nerve in my body feeling the pain of my ass being stretched to the limit. Toji held me still for what seemed an eternity, then slowly starts to pull his cock from my ass, when it was almost ready to slip from my ass, he pushed me down again.
"Now sweetheart’...ride my cock, start slowly and increase as you relax...I want you to make me cum in that dirty little ass of yours"
Feeling his cock pulsing in my stinging ass, I whimpered and started slowly moving my body up and down. He reached down and found my swollen throbbing clit and began to rub it hard and fast. I began to ride a little harder as my body relaxed and my desires grow, his cock sliding in and out of me faster. Leaning back I felt my need to cum quickly taking away any traces of the earlier pain I had felt, taking his pounding cock deeper into my ass and revelling in the feeling of having something so big jammed into my ass.
Feeling his cock swelling impossibly more inside me as I rode him harder, the feeling of my orgasm starting to take over my body making my ass tighten around his cock. The only sounds were skin on skin and the continuous groans and sounds of pleasure.
With a grunt Toji begins to explode into my ass, filling it with his hot cum causing me to cum harder than I had ever cum in my life...both of us crying out loudly as our bodies merged as one.
Finally letting my body flop down on Toji’s chest, I could hear his heart beating a mile a minute, his breathing coming short and sharp as he ran his fingers gently up and down my back. He let his cock slip from my ass and rolled me onto my side beside him, holding me tight to his side until my body stopped shaking from the immense pleasure.
"Did you enjoy your surprise darlin’?" Toji asked, looking into my eyes and seeing my contentment.
"How could I not" I answered with a grin and kissed him softly
Kissing the top of my head and pulling me closer, he let out a gruff chuckle,
“Something else you can check off your list”
Part 1 | 2 | 3
=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 2: I’m sorry this took so long 😭
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alltoowelltom · 2 years
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CAN U PLSSSS PLSSS PLS write a part 2 for who'd you rather ?
PLS
Who'd You Rather (part two)
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tom holland x reader
summary: your first interview as a couple after your relationship was exposed on live tv
a/n: babes tysm for all the love on who'd you rather! i'm sorry if part 2 is kinda crappy cause i'm currently sick with covid but i really wanted to get back into the swing of writing so i hope you enjoy <3
part 1
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November 2021
“Two minutes until you’re on,” calls a stagehand, poking their head around the dressing room door to make sure you’ve heard. Tom nods at the person, standing up from his seat and walking over to where you sit, having the finishing touches applied to your hair. 
“Nervous?” he asks, taking note of your leg tapping on the ground anxiously. 
You shrug, looking up at him. 
“Yeah. Like, I’m happy we don’t have to hide it or sneak around anymore, but I’m scared of people’s opinions, you know? I just don’t want us to let anything get in the way of our relationship.” you explain, taking his hand as he helps you stand up and begin walking out to the side of the stage. 
He nods understandingly. “I know baby. But we talked about this, remember? We agreed to help each other not listen to anyone’s negative opinions. We love each other and that’s what matters. Or, at least, I love you.” he teases, poking your hip to try and get a smile out of you. 
You laugh lightly, jerking away from his hand and rolling your eyes. 
“I love you too, loser. Even if you did out our relationship on live television.”
“Me?” gasps Tom, pretending to be shocked. “I think you’ll find it was you who called. All I did was be a loving boyfriend and pick up the phone at three A.M. to make sure my girlfriend was alright.”
“I didn’t really have much of a choice, not unless I wanted to punt Ellen right into the audience to grab my phone back.”
Tom laughs silently, eyes crinkling as he grabs your hand, hearing Jimmy Fallon introduce you two. 
“Now that would have gone viral.” he whispers, leading you out. 
The first part of the interview goes smoothly, conversation flowing between you, Tom, and Jimmy about your upcoming movie. Just as you relax into your seat, subconsciously leaning into Tom’s side for comfort Jimmy clears his throat. 
“Now, Y/N.” he says, hands resting on a large square card that’s face down on his desk. “We all know you had quite the exposing experience earlier this year when you accidentally outed your relationship on the Ellen show.”
You roll your eyes playfully as the audience cheers, remembering the viral clip of Tom’s groggy voice and your eyes frozen in shock that neither of you had been able to escape for weeks afterwards. 
“Yep.” you say tightly. “That was a thing. That happened. To us.”
Jimmy laughs as he holds up the card, revealing the photo you and Tom had both posted at the end of May, confirming your relationship in hopes to calm the speculations. In the photo, you held your phone up in front of a large mirror, grinning while Tom wrapped his arm around you from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck while your free hands joined up to form a heart shape.
“I promise we won’t dwell on this for too long.” continued Jimmy as you shifted slightly in your seat. “I just wanted to ask, since this is your first interview as a couple since confirming your relationship. We all saw Ellen try to set you two up, but how did you really end up together? Did Tom actually follow her instructions and call you up?”
Tom places his hand on your knee, silently telling you that it’s your decision on how to answer. You two had discussed this at great length before, Tom saying he really wouldn’t mind people knowing but you always pointing out that there was something so special about a private relationship, and mentioning you were scared of people giving their unsolicited opinions. Thirteen year olds on the internet can be viscous when you’re publicly dating their celebrity crush. You could give a generalised answer and dodge the question, and Jimmy being one of the more respectful interviewers would most likely pick up on your discomfort and move on gracefully. Or, you think, feeling Tom press a lightning quick peck to your hairline, you could be honest. 
“Well,” you begin, reaching over to clasp Tom’s hand tightly in your own. “We were really good friends already, right? So we were staying in a hotel during the press tour in 2019.”
“Was this before or after you professed your love for him on the Ellen show?” cuts in Jimmy. 
“Wha- I didn’t-” you stutter, covering your reddening face. “I did not profess my love!”
“Oh come on love,” says Tom cockily, puffing out his chest. “You couldn’t shut up about me, you thought I was double tasty.” 
You roll your eyes. 
“Do you two turkeys want to hear the rest of the story or not?”
Tom and Jimmy both nod, shrinking back into their seats like scolded toddlers. 
“I suppose it was after I, ‘professed my love’, as you knuckleheads insist on putting it,” you say, using air quotes. “So as I was saying, we were staying in a hotel and there was this massive thunderstorm. When I say it was storming, I mean it was storming. The top floors of the hotel - which we were on - were shaking and rattling like crazy. It was like ten giant Shreks were farting all at once, the hotel was wobbling so much. I genuinely thought someone had come into my room and started shaking my bed every time there was a thunderclap. Now, I don’t particularly find much enjoyment in thunderstorms-”
“She’s terrified of them.” confirms Tom, thumb rubbing your hand comfortingly. 
“So I was proper freaking out. Then to make things worse, some madman starts frantically banging on my door.”
“It was the bed shaker!” laughs Jimmy. “Got locked out.”
The audience laughs loudly along with you and Tom and you wipe a stray tear from under your eye. 
“It wasn’t the bed shaker,” you laugh. “It was Tom. At two A.M. in the middle of a thunderstorm, practically breaking my door down and I swear to you, I was this close to shitting myself.” you cover your mouth suddenly. “Oops,” you say. “I can’t swear here, can I?” 
Jimmy shakes his head. “We can bleep it out a few times, it’s okay.”
“Now, in my defence,” Tom stars, addressing the audience. “I had tried to call her twice just to make sure she was okay, you know, with the storm and everything, but because it was so loud she hadn’t heard and I got worried.” he pouts and you rub his arm comfortingly, allowing him to playfully rest his head on your shoulder. You clear your throat and continue, determined to get to the end of this story. 
“So I open the door and there’s Tom in his PJs, hair sticking up in twenty different directions, holding snacks and a fluffy blanket. He said he’d just sit with me until the storm cleared up and then one thing led to another and…here we are, I guess.”
Tom nods, grinning as he wraps an arm around you, not really caring about the cameras and millions of viewers. All he wants to do right now is shower his girl in love as he basks in the memory of the night. your relationship changed. “Here we are,” he repeats. 
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tysm for reading, u a real one <3 reblogs and comments are super appreciated !
tagging some people who asked for a part 2: @justasecretwriter @hllandvibbes @youcompletemesk @taetaebunni @siriuslysmoking @loxbbg
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lawsvalentine · 9 months
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• Let’s Discuss…..Sex with Usopp • (18+)
Black!reader
CW: explicit sexual content, virgin!usopp, reader is described as chubby and have brown skin, praise kink, slightly submissive!usopp, a bit of humor in the beginning bc Usopp is so unserious sometimes with his lies 😭
Cee’s Note: a lil bday gift to my dear @csnovas happy birthday beloved 🤍 hope you enjoy 😚
Also usopp’s live action actor been on my mind 😮‍💨🏃🏽‍♀️
[minors do NOT interact; explicit content ahead]
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First and foremost, I believe Usopp is a VIRGIN
Nothing wrong with that, but he loves to pretend like he’s not 😭
I’ve mentioned this in a few past hcs but he loves to say things that will impress you and yes most of those things are him just lying through his teeth 😭
And you see right through every single one sgdhdj but it’s so endearing to play along and act like you actually believe them
“I once made a girl cum 10 times in one go” or “Every girl I’ve had sex with has squirted”
And your just like 🧍🏽‍♀️
Just the most OUTLANDISH lies PLSSS
But let’s say you play along bc you’re curious to see how long he will keep up his lies and part of you does have a crush on the sniper and wouldn’t mind seeing what he’s working with 🌝
When you propose the offer of sex to him, his facade falters and he is stunned that you actually want to have sex with him
But he quickly recollects himself and tries to act all smooth and you start to wonder how far he will go with this
He maintains his composure until you two are physically sat on the bed and that is when mans starts sweating bullets sgdhjd
You could feel the shaking sensation of his hands on your hips while you kiss him
You pull away and asks if he’s okay and he lies again saying he’s fine and that “this ain’t his first time” but you could see he is stressing out BAD
You pry again asking if he is telling the truth to which he finally comes clean when he sees how concerned you look and admits he has never done this before
You reassure him if he’s not ready, he doesn’t have to go through with it
Even though he is nervous as hell, he was not gonna pass up an offer to sleep with you. Mans has been crushing on you for the longest
So with that, you press your lips against his
I’m a firm believer that Usopp is a moaner and that he has trouble containing his moans, so when a soft moan escapes his lips, you smirk at the sound
In the start, you would have to guide him a bit. Now that he isn’t lying anymore his confidence is nonexistent
After a heated make out session, he is already half hard and bucking his hips into your touch
Yes I imagine him VERY needy
You start to unbuckle his suspenders (not the easiest item of clothing to get rid of sgshshjs) leaving him in nothing but his boxers with a prominent tent protruding under the fabric
You slide his boxers down and his cock springs out from it’s confines and your eyes widened at his size
You didn’t know what to expect but he was definitely more well endowed than you were expecting
You couldn’t help but to oggle the man under you , despite usopp’s cowardly and goofy personality you couldn’t deny that the 2 years did wonders to his physical appearance
If you vocally compliment his body, his dick would twitch and he would audibly moan at your praise
Yes he has a praise kink, i mean, are we surprised 🤭
As you undress yourself, his eyes gawk at your stunning curves of your chubby body and beautiful brown skin.
He moves closer to you and cautiously starts groping your chest, ears perking up when he hears your breathy sigh of pleasure
The sounds you make gives him a bit of confidence and he begins to suck the nipple, twisting and flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub
You begin to stroke his length while he continued stimulating you earning more whines snd moans from him
You guide his hand down to your front, growing impatient from the pleasure
Again, you will have to guide him on how to properly touch you and direct him to rub circles around your clit
Both of you were riled up and couldn’t do foreplay any longer
When you finally sank down around his length both of you let out gasps at the contact
You wish you could engrave the image of his facial features as you sunk down on him. His scrunched up face and mouth hanging open was a pleasant sight to see
You press down on his chest to keep him from bucking up into you, getting slowly adjusted to his size
When you start bouncing on top of him, he absolutely CAN NOT handle your pussy
He is VERY vocal and let’s out the cutest moans
You notice the more you praise him, the more dominant he gets
“You’re doing so well Usopp” “Feels so good” “Such a good boy”
He could cum right there just from your praise
He begins to take a bit of control and grip your hips, bucking into you rapidly
You throw your head back, high pitched moans escaping your lips as he hits your deepest walls
Usopp doesn’t last too long, the pleasure so overwhelming to him, the feeling of your warm walls clenching around him, has him seeing stars
You have to guide him again to rub circles around your clit so that you both can chase your orgasms together
After you both are done, Usopp is surprisingly a natural at aftercare
He is holding you and leaving kisses all over your face and neck. He offers to get you snacks or water.
He is just so much more infatuated with you after the sex and he will shyly ask if y’all could do it again
PLS he’s so cute
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lamamasjamas · 5 months
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NEXUS
Nexus /ˈneksəs/ n 1 a connection or series of connections linking two or more things. 2 a connected group or series. 3 the central and most important point or place.
Chapter Summary: Din just wanted to show you the stars.
Part 2! Part 3!
A/n: I’ve been working on the whole series for two years??? Give or take. This is like the only thing I genuinely wanted to get right in terms of writing so plsss 🙏😭 This first chapter is super tame, very fluffy and very short in comparison to what's coming.
Warnings for the series: Dead Dove Do Not Eat!!!, getting lost in the unknown regions, Death, Gore, cosmic horror, very heavy topics, smut, angst, fluff, dark themes. This is a dark fic; you have been warned!
There’s a constant beeping around you, for a moment you get lost in it, you even start to time it. It takes about four seconds in between; silence and a breath in from Din’s chest before another soft bleep from the console. 
His fingers twitch, helmet roaming over the panels in front of him, his other hand moving quickly to flick a small lever at his side as if wacking a fly from the air. The beeping had begun a couple days ago, and much to his irritation it hasn’t stopped no matter what buttons he pushes, what levers he pulls and how many times he’s checked for repairs. 
A glitch he had said, looking down on you after you had mentioned how frustrated you were with the repetitive sound not letting you sleep well the first day it appeared. A bug, you replied with a small curl of your lips, thinking you were so clever. 
It was insignificant, it was buzzing but it technically didn’t hurt you. You had gotten used to it, it was part of the crew. It had gotten so repetitive that it was practically muted in your ears, the beep melting into the harmony of the creaking of metal, the hum of the engines and your own quiet conversations. 
It was still there but you didn’t even hear it anymore. 
Sitting in the cockpit, you watched as the stars passed by. Mando was setting up the nav comp to a planet for fuel. You figured, before the trip, that if you had a few days until the tank was empty you would be fine with landing on any planet on the outer rims to refuel. 
“What are you looking at?” He rasps as he flicks something else in front of him, his back still turned to you.
You didn’t notice your attention drifting towards the pilot’s seat, if anything you were mesmerized by the stars reflecting off of him, swirling over his armor quickly with rays of blues and grays. You turned down to your lap and pressed your hand over your face, pulling the skin of your cheeks down momentarily, willing the smile on your lips to distort with it.  
“Nothing,” you respond curtly, smiling almost shyly.
He could see you through the reflection of the viewport, your head was down and he could see your eyes flicker up to meet his gaze from the glass before quickly shifting to your lap. His seat swivels to the side, allowing him to rest his elbows on his knees slowly. He stays in that position for a few moments, hands dangling from between his legs, head tilting in inquisition and watching as you fidgeted with the loose leather of the seat, picking at it with your nail. 
He hummed, not quite believing you, but he knew what you were waiting for. 
He slowly unlatched his helmet, the hiss making your breath catch in your throat. You're still avoiding his gaze and looking towards the ground when the beskar meets his thigh in a soft thud.  
Just a few months ago he wouldn’t even think about revealing his face to you. The decisions he had made throughout his journey inevitably gave him clarity to what he truly viewed as important.  He was still a Mandalorian, despite his recent indulgence of taking his helmet off every once in a while around people he trusted, you amongst them. 
It was odd for you. Getting used to his face was odd, but not unwelcome. You have only known him as a featureless man, his helmet was his only descriptor until then. 
At first it was as if you didn’t know him, feeling unpleasant awkwardness whenever he would take it off to eat. He felt like a stranger to you. You would treat him differently when the helmet was covering his face. You would act much more freely . 
It wasn’t his fault or yours, the human psyche was stingy, it took a while until your brain caught up. As he places the helmet on his lap, you think it really shouldn’t have been that hard to get used to him like this. 
He was timid, so were you, but he didn’t know how to control his expressions. Anyone could guess what he was feeling or even thinking by a glance at his face. You could almost laugh now, thinking of all the different ways he must have contorted under his barrier of beskar without anyone knowing.  
You guess you grew an appreciation for Din’s helmetless state after a while. Especially when he pouted, or when you could hear his laugh clearly, or even when he gave you a gravid look. He was more human this way. You learned to like it. 
He watches you now, trying to contain your giddiness in your seat. 
Despite being initially nervous to show you his face, he now knows that in your standards he was considered attractive. He could hide his face forever knowing that you, the only person whose thoughts he takes in exceptionally high regards, thinks of him as extraordinary. 
No one’s opinion mattered except for yours. You made him cocky, and he’s using his newly discovered looks to his advantage. He likes making you stumble over your words. He likes getting you in a daze. It makes his heart race. 
He gets down on his knees in front of you, edging his face closer to your gaze. Your eyes connect with his and the contact makes him smile warmly. 
“Hey…” he tries. 
With two fingers he tilts your chin from your chest, making sure you would look at him without your eyes wandering. 
“Let’s go on vacation.” Your eyes widen, your mouth starting to curve upwards at the strange sentence coming from the mouth of a bounty hunter.. He continues.
“After this bounty I’m pretty sure we can have some free time. We’ll be able to afford it.” 
You're skeptical, he’s not the type to settle down and just relax. You hum, not quite bought on his idea. He pokes your thigh and covers his hands on your own. “Come on, we deserve it, don’t you think?” 
“And what exactly are we going to do in said vacation?” you ask. 
“We’ll sleep.” 
You roll your eyes and raise your brow. He chuckles.
“I want to take you to different planets-” He could already see you start to rebuttal, “The good parts of planets, not the ones filled with organized crime.” He gives you a lopsided grin as a final selling point. 
You pretend to think, narrowing your eyes at him. 
“...I’ll give you a maybe.” 
He leans in close at your words, your eyes flutter and your teasing tone fades. His hand cups your face, the tip of his thumb running under your bottom lashes. 
“That’s all I need.” He finally seals the deal. 
His kisses are inexperienced. At first they were pecks, never on your lips, but the few he would give you felt as if they were everything a real kiss should be. It wasn’t until your lips met the skin of his cheek that he finally realized how nice it felt.  
It was like a mini blessing for someone. A way to show your appreciation for them. He loved giving and receiving kisses to and from you, especially when he noted that you had to stretch in order to reach his face and he had to crane his neck down.  
You would go so far as to go through an inconvenience, even if it was small, to give him a peck on the cheek. You were truly remarkable to him. 
A miscalculated kiss to the corner of his lips had made him turn fully and give you a proper one. At first it felt as if he was just pressing his mouth against you, but gradually as it progressed he was finally able to move his lips with yours in synchrony.  
He was obsessed. Never having a day without a few or more, even going as far as pulling his helmet halfway up just enough to allow you to lean in when in public . 
You developed this relationship without putting any labels on it. To everyone else you were partners, which wasn’t not true. Between each other, saying partners came with much more weight . 
It was nice, you were both safe and content. You thought everything was going well. It was too good to be true.  
You sit up straight and break mid-kiss as alarms blare from the control panel. They screech in your ears, for a moment your heart drops and he sees a twinge of fear in your eyes. He squeezes your hand and your eyes focus back on him, your small bubble of peace reforming wobbly even if just for a second more. 
The pit envelopes in red, a ship is nearby and they don’t seem friendly. He seats himself back on the pilot’s seat, helmet lopsided from how sporadically he pulled it on himself. Spirits were high as if your lips had given him vitality. 
Ships hover on both sides, their windows tinted. For a moment you hold your breath, Din’s hands tighten over the steer and his chest rises more pronounced with each inhale into his lungs. 
You tense as he tenses, already sensing that the interaction would only lead to unnecessary altercations. They refuse to comm through, even as Din’s voice rises in irritation. The metal of their panels was scratched, faulty jobs of less protective material over it as cover. 
They inch closer and Din shakes his head, forgetting the comm button and instead shifting in his seat.
They don’t even try to bargain, already busy forcefully trying to board the ship. As the pirates get closer to boarding the hull, he finally turns to you, his hand hovering the panel, ready to make a move. 
You hear the guns shift between the enemy ships, engaging. You sigh exasperatedly. 
“Get ready.” He almost sounded excited, cocky. 
Giving a nod, you buckle in, prepared for the ship to push you back against the seat with force. He waits until you're ready, pausing for a moment and taking a deep breath in.  
You're being chased through the system. You can barely pay attention to the nav comp as Din makes sharp turns and tilts to avoid being hit by incoming asteroids. You press your head against the headrest, gritting your teeth and closing your eyes tightly as he makes a loop. 
Your eyes meet the blinking dot on the navigator. Your ship was parallel to the thick red line. 
You're nearing the edge. 
“Din, we’re getting a little too close…” you warn, your voice muffled by the plasma cannons from outside. 
He was usually great at this, navigating through the galaxy without having to look through any directionals. He was a Mandalorian, he knew his way through every situation.  
But he didn’t know this region and with an almost exaggerated sigh he had decided that he would use the nav for once, per your request, of course. 
“A little busy right now!” As one of the ships crashes next to you against a piece of rock Din had just evaded, you feel everything shake around you. 
Only one ship was left and Din was gripping the steer tightly in wait.
The Crest was awfully close to the border of the parameter in which the nav comp couldn’t guide you in anymore. It was well known not to go around this region, it was dangerous and only extremely skilled navigators could go out and not get lost.  Nav comps coincidentally stop functioning once you leave, there wasn't enough data gathered to be able to create a map, and it would show blank and crash.  
Dead space, the unknown. 
As Din suddenly shifts downward the ship in front of you passes by quickly.  He takes the chance to finally take his shot.  You watch as the ship in front of you explodes, coloring the inside of the cockpit a warm and sharp orange-yellow. 
You breathe in deeply as you're enveloped in the color, almost as if you were choking on the fire grazing over the front of the ship. Din slows down and cruises. 
He turns towards you, and somehow you know he’s grinning under the helmet just by the way he holds his shoulders. You shake your head at him and cross your arms, obviously not as amused as he was by the chase. You briefly look over the panel, and backtrack again. 
Your heart falls to your stomach as you finally see the computer blanked out, no coordinates, no directions, nothing. 
You were officially in the depths of the Unknown Regions and you didn’t know how to get back.
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Pleaseeeeee do a Lando x normal!reader ig au I really need this🧡
𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬
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Lissie note… I’m honestly surprised that nobody has requested this until you did! Sorry for the delay, by the way!!! I go in order of who requested first, so it took a little while to get to yours. I love this idea though, thank youuu xx
Few things to note:
Reader is a senior college student.
Lando and reader have been dating for almost a year (since 2020) and are soft launching
There will be time skips from post to post
Time spans from late 2021 to late 2022 (meaning they’ve been dating for 2 yrs over the span of the fic)
Pairing: Lando Norris x Normal!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Slight cursing(?), bunch of fluff
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landonorris Took a picture of me, so I took a picture of you… sorta.
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maxverstappen1 So this is why you didn’t have time for some sim…
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user1 WHAT IS THAT CAPTION
user2 The two shadows😭😭😭
user3 Have you guys ever wondered that he might have friends?
user2 There’s no way that’s a case of “oh this is my best friend”
user4 Tbh I agree💀 It looks like he’s soft launching
user5 Not Lando soft launching rn😭
user6 Is this the first mention of her?
user5 Yeah it is
user7 wdym “her” it might not be his girlfriend…
user8 um it definitely is.
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landonorris On my way back to you✈️
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danielricciardo She’s going to love it when the flowers are all withered from the trip
landonorris She’ll appreciate the sentiment
user1 The roses…
user2 the caption…
user3 I know who it is. If anyone wants the proof dm me
user4 Can you drop it plsss
user5 Oh my goooosh whoever she is, she’s so lucky😭😭😭
user6 I love Danny in the comments💀
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wagsf1 News!!! Lando’s girlfriend is on Instagram! Sadly private though…
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user1 But there’s no @???
user2 you can just search her name and her account appears but she’s private so she probably won’t accept it if you request
user3 omg new wag alert!!!
user4 I can’t wait to see her paddock outfitssss
user5 I’ve never seen her on the paddock before though? Either they JUST started dating or she doesn’t go…
user6 Yeah, agreed. Based off her acc, I think she’s too busy with college anyway..?
user5 Oh yeah that too
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yourusername Never expected the huge influx of follow requests after being outed, but the fan base is appreciated xx
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yourusername Okay, wow, I did not expect so many likes… am I famous now or something?
landonorris Yes
yourusername Oh wow! I’m so famous that THE Lando Norris commented?
francisca.cgomes Finally public gorgeoussss❤️
yourusername ❤️❤️❤️
user1 That sarcasm? I love her already😭
user2 Agreed😭😭
user3 Wtaf she’s actually so pretty
user4 Honestly would LOVE to see her at the races
user5 Based off her wit, I’d say Lando is pretty lucky
user6 WHAT !! You’re literally SO gorgeous?!
user7 What kind of voodoo did Lando perform to find her😭
user8 idk but he has to teach me
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landonorris Had the audacity to still be asleep when I arrived at her dorm. Made it up to me with cinnamon rolls though. She loves late night walks… kind of like a cat?
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yourusername Did you just call me… a cat?
landonorris How else would I describe you
yourusername A very hard working college student
landonorris I think I’ll stick to “little kid who loves running into the road”
yourusername In my defense, those roads are empty at night.
user1 I love the banter between them😭😭😭
user2 They really remind me of an old married couple💀😭
user3 Okay but she actually seems so sweet
user4 I go to nyu and can confirm that she’s an angel
user3 ???
user4 She takes part in a lot of volunteer projects to help animals and stuff
user3 omgggg Lando got himself a literal saint😭
user5 If she doesn’t appear in the paddock soon, I don’t want it
user6 I second thissss
user7 Honestly I don’t care about all the young tweens screaming and crying over a parasocial relationship. These two were literally MADE FOR EACH OTHER
user8 Lando pls invite her to the paddock
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yourusername In the third picture, I asked him to pose and this is what came out. Thoroughly disappointed with this model. 2/10 would not book again.
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landonorris You put me on the spot.
yourusername Untrue
maxverstappen1 He should delete his jpg account and leave the photography to you
yourusername right?
user1 I love her wtf😭😭
user2 Hey girlie when are you leaving him for me🙏
user3 Relatable
user4 The caption💀
user5 If this isn’t my future relationship, I don’t want it
user6 so real
user7 The second pic??? So she was at the race?
user8 It was probably on a weekday and not the actual weekend
user7 but why would she go during the week and not on the weekend?
user8 She was probably too busy otherwise?
user9 I love their dynamic so much ughhh
user10 They literally have so much chemistry
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landonorris She finally graduated🎉 Had to celebrate accordingly. Congratulations, babe❤️
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yourusername Why thank you very much, good sir
landonorris Anything for you, my fair lady
maxverstappen1 This means we’ll see you in the paddock @ yourusername
yourusername You bet
user1 AHHHH THIS MEANS WE CAN SEE HER PADDOCK FITSSSS
user2 I can’t wait for the pics of her with the other wags
user3 She’ll look amazing in papaya colours🧡
user4 NYU GRAD?? Lando really got someone smart AND gorgeous
user5 I can’t wait for her to join the weekendsss
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yourusername Finally got the opportunity to stay for the actual races. These last few ones have been amazing. Also got to be with my favourite person more often❤️
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landonorris I’m happy I get to be with you more often too❤️
yourusername ???
landonorris ?
lilymhe @ landonorris By favourite person, she meant me
yourusername Exactly
landonorris can’t believe this
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user1 GORGEOUS
user2 She’s an actual goddess wtaf
user3 Why do I love her paddock fits so much?!
user4 Well, I know who my new fav wag is!!!
user5 I’m actually still kinda curious how long they’ve been dating for
user6 Probably a couple of months before the first soft launch?
user7 Lily and her against Lando in the comments😭😭😭
user8 Pleaseee😭
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landonorris For two years, I have had the incredible pleasure of being yours. You’ve shown me how to enjoy all the simple things in life, and I couldn’t be more grateful. You’ve truly captured my heart and I will be yours so long as I breathe. Happy 2 years. I love you.
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yourusername I love you too❤️
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mclaren Our favourite paddock couple!
maxverstappen1 congrats guys!
danielricciardo Congrats!!!
lewishamilton You guys are great together, congrats on the 2 years
francisca.cgomes AMAZING❤️ Congrats you two💕💕
yourusername ❤️❤️
lilymhe You guys are so incredibly cute together, congratulationsssss🫶
yourusername 🫶🫶
user1 wait… TWO WHOLE YEARS?!
user2 This was so unexpected😭
user3 Aww this is so sweet🥹
user4 Istg if they don’t get married😭😭😭
user5 Literally. They better.
user6 fav couple on the grid🧡
user7 The fact that they can be best friends and be in love? I want it so bad😭❤️
user8 Never would’ve thought they managed to date for a whole year without anyone noticing, but that just makes this so much sweeter❤️
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𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁!
𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲, 𝘀𝗼 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲!
𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀: 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲!
𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂! :)
𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻...
𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!
𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
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𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗽𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺— 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.
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can you plsss make a part 2 to the Tommy x daughter when she got kidnapped fhgdyjhdd sorry, you don’t have to I just thought it was really well written ^^
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Summary: Part One
Warning: PTSD
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"Alright that's all, please feel free to continue about your days." Tommy said as the family meeting was coming to an end.
Y/N Shelby sat in a chair back pressed against the large book shelf that stood opposite the door. 
"I have something I'd like to say." She announced as everyone began to exit. "Something I need to say." She clarified.
Freezing in their tracks they all stop to look at the young girl before looking over to her father to see his reaction. Tommy took a few moments to also assesse his daughter before taking a seat back at his desk prompting everyone to reclaim their seats. 
"And what is it that you would like to say?" Tommy asked pulling out a cigarette from his jacked pocket and lighting a flame. 
"I've decided to leave." Y/N announced her eyes scanning over the different reaction of her family. "I'm gonna be moving out next week and my stuff will be gone by the end of the month." 
The room was eerily silent as the family knew that in situation that concerned Y/N and Tommy it was best to stay quiet but present incase thing were to get out of hand. 
Keeping his eyes on this daughter, Tommy let out a sigh before removing the cigarett from his mouth setting it on his desk along side the lighter.
"Moving out?" Tommy asked the 15 year old making sure he had heard her right. "And who exactly do you plan to do that?" 
Y/N watched as he interlocked his fingers and leaned forward on the desk, at least he was taking her seriously. 
"I'm going to move in with my mum." She answered adjusting her posture as she struggles to hold his gaze. "I've been in contact with her and she invited me to come live with her." 
"And how, may I ask, did you get in contact with your mother?" 
"No."
"No?"
"You may not ask." Y/N stated knowing that anyone involved in helping her would pay a price heavier than their 'crime'. Tommy scoffed maybe he would find this situation amusing if not for the context. 
"So you, through unknown means, were able to contact the woman who dropped you off to our doorstep and disappeared without a trace and now fifteen years later expect me to allow you to just fuck off with her to god knows where?" Tommy summarized. "And you're running off with a stranger on the promises of lollipops and rainbows, does she even have a place for you to stay?"
"She was young back then, she couldn't raise a child on her own." 
"I was young too, but I took care of you because you were mine." Tommy countered. "While she was too irresponsible to take care of her own child."
"She's different now, she married to a nice man...." Y/N defended her mother. "I've got sibling...they all live in London in a nice house." 
"And how do you know any of this is true?" Tommy asked rubbing his hand across his forehead in frustration. "She could be telling you anything to get you to London." 
"I know cause I've seen it. I've been there. met them." She confessed angrily looking to her father for insinuating she was some stupid child clinging to word with nothing to back it up. "I went to meet her last month, the week I was gone."
"Last month?" Tommy asked standing from his seat coming around to lean on the side of the desk facing her full on arms folded across his chest. "When you told me you were going to visit your friend Olivia? Though I suspect she doesn't exist." 
"She's one of my sisters." She clarified avoiding eye contact for a few moments before looking back to her father's face. "I spent time with them. My stepdad is a nice man, he's a banker, he treated me nice. When mom said she wanted me to live with them he said he wouldn't mind." 
"A banker? and what is they call him?" Tommy asked reaching back over to the desk to retrieve his cigarette and lighter. Y/N was hesitant at first but know he would find out sooner or later.
"Anthony Crestwood." She sighed.
"Right, Isaiah." 
"Yeah Tom?"
"I need you to get the address of the the Crestwood family, I'd like to have a call with Mr. Crestwood and his wife." He informed the young blinder never looking away from Y/N.
"Your going to call them?" Y/N asked only slightly confused seeing as he had every right to want to speak to the couple who would be housing his daughter. 
"Yes. Yes I am." Tommy answered lighting the cigarette between his lips. "And I will be informing the Crestwood family that upon their arrival to Arrow House in an attempt to remove my child there should be no doubt in there minds that at that exact moment their home will be burning to the ground." Taking a drag of the nicotine he watched as his daughter eyes widened in disbelief as she stood from her seat. 
"You can't do that." 
"I can." Tommy replied. "I can and  I will but not if you don't make me. It's time you learned action have consequences" He said pointing at her with the cigarette between his fingers. 
"So this is how it's going to be?" She asked. "You don't care about be so that means that no one else can?" 
"I care for you, you know what I do but you have chosen to forget that in the wake of one mistake." Tommy shouted
"'It's time you've learned your actions have consequences' or does that not apply to you, just everyone else?"
"So this is a 'consequence' an attempt for you to punish me for how I've wronged you." Tommy accused.
"God are you kidding- No!" Y/N shouted. "This is an attempt to free myself. this is an attempt to not have nightmares every time I close my eyes because for the last few months that all it ever is! Because every time I look at your face the only thing I can see is that man laughing and telling my that my father didn't give a damn about me and believing him because I had no prove to say otherwise.  
I've tried to forgive you, you have no idea how badly I want to. How badly I want to run to you like when I was younger and think that you'd never let anything hurt me, that the worries of the world don't exist inside the comfort of your arms but I can't.
So no Tomas...I'm not doing this to you, I'm doing this for me."  
The two stood there both looking into each other's eyes it was only then that Tommy truly saw how broken his daughter was on the inside and Y/N saw how desperate her father was to keep her. 
"I fucked up. I know I fucked up but you have to see that I am trying." Tommy admitted. "That I can't make this better if you run away." 
"I know you are...but I can't get better if I stay."  
"..."
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Trustworthy | Reader X Aaron Hotchner
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hi!!! welcome to my first one-shot fanfic :) i had a blast writing this and hope u'll have even more fun reading it.
• i take requests! plsss dm me or leave them here if u have anything fun you'd like me to write. it can be angst, anytype of trope, smut, etc. • PLZ NOTE: i ONLY do oneshots. they differ from long to short depending on the character and story. i do not write series! • trustworthy - 3.1k+ words (i got carried away D:) • desc.: - quite a bit of angst - probable inaccurate description of readers job - happy ending ♡
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it's been about five or six months since i've joined the behavioral analysis unit in the fbi. it's not like i've been counting the days...
who am i kidding? it's been exactly 191 days - whereas like 2 of those days my boss, SSA Aaron Hotchner, was actually nice to me.
those being my first two shifts.
on the third day, i had to make a spontaneous choice whilst on a case - one that, sure, was reckless and stupid and to quote hotch "unprofessional", but i managed to save many unpredictable lives with that choice.
we were on a case in miami, a state the team hasn't visited yet up until that day.
it was a 3h flight but it was a big case, so those hours flew on by as garcia briefed us. a 36 year old mother recently lost her teenage child to the hands of a drunk and supposedly has had hallucinations of her late child telling her to kill other kids, as revenge, i'm guessing - spooky, right?
i suggested manic schizophrenia - clear symptoms and obvious manic signs (the killings). that suggestion kind of cleared the foggy air on the jet. hotch gave me a nod of approval and i felt pretty damn proud of myself, it was only my third day after all.
on the third and last day, we finally cornered the woman on a traffic free highway. she had no where to run, agents were surrounded all around her - but she was holding a shotgun. the simple way out would've been having one of our federal snipers shoot her - but i couldn't let that happen. she killed the children of many, and letting her die a painless and simple death just didn't feel right.
i swatted the snipers away, the red laser that was planted on her forehead now gone. i throw my gun on the floor and pretend to surrender, hands up. "you remind me of my mother." i tell her, my arms up.
"Y/N." hotch warns me. his eyebrows furrow as he sees me now weaponless, basically staring the shotgun in it's eyes. i don't turn to him, i don't even acknowledge him. "she tried so hard to protect me." i say and walk tiny steps towards the woman, who now walks backwards to avoid me.
"stop! one more move and i-i'll shoot." no she won't. "she basically devoted her life to making sure i remain scratchless and pure." i chuckle.
"well, look how that turned out. i've got scars all over my body and a fun memory to come with all of them." i get even closer to her. "i know how you feel. i know how much you miss him." the woman cries and nods.
"i do. i really do. what did i do wrong?!" she yells and she points the shotgun at me. "i protected him like he was made out of glass, whilst other mothers - bad ones - let their kids wander everywhere alone."
hotch jumps a little seeing the woman point her hefty gun at me. "Y/N. move." he warns, his tone as stern as his expression.
i shake my head but don't look back. "other mothers - bad ones - still have their kids. and mine," her tears fall. "my baby boy got swept off his feet the only time - an exception - when he got to walk home alone from school." she cries.
"you're right. you did everything right," i reassure her and walk even closer, only 10 meters standing between me and the shotgun barrel.
"except you forgot one thing," i scoff. "teaching him to grow the fuck up."
bang.
the gun drops to the floor shortly after she shoots. morgan runs towards her, putting the metal cuffs on her wrist. he reads her rights and takes her to the sheriffs wagon that was parked just 2 minutes away.
the bullet didn't hit me - she had no idea how to take an accurate shot. god, she barely even held that shotgun - the weight of it almost holding her instead of the other way around.
"agent Y/L/N!" hotch runs towards me, i pick myself up. "we got he-" i get interrupted by him. "what is wrong with you?!" he yells.
"are you actually insane? i gave you a direct order to move. do you think of me as a fool?" he yells, his voice basically growling.
"excuse me? i just basically handed her to you." i say, offended he's yelling at me for doing my job. "and in the process you almost got your head blown off." he's even angrier as i talk back.
"head blown off?" i scoff. "hotch, the woman couldn't even hit a giant red target if she tried. it was a risk i had to ta-" he interrupts me again.
"no- no, agent. it wasn't. you put your life on the line to appear macho infront of everyone here." he puts his pistol in it's holder and crosses his arms, taking slow but sure steps towards me. "you took control of the case like you're a veteran - but actually, you're just a rookie that will probably quit in the span of 2 months because you'll realise you can't do this." he growls again. that one hurt. "badge and gun. you're flying back to quantico tonight. i'll put in a request for a two week suspension as soon as i am back." he holds out his hand, waiting for me to hand him my gun and badge. my eyebrows furrow. "what?" my mouth parts - speechless. "you can't be serious." i say, unsure if he is. he's silent for an entire minute.
so he is serious. i give in - i have to, he's my boss, so i hand him my badge and my gun. without saying anything, i walk away. leaving the crime scene, wasn't authorized to be there anymore anyway. and ever since that day, 188 days ago, aaron hotchner has got it in for me.
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everyones sitting in the briefing room except me and garcia. i walk in 2 minutes late and excuse myself, "sorry, lost track of time." JJ nods and hotch says "you own a watch, don't you, agent?" his angry expression once again tainting his face.
god i'd pay a ridiculous amount of money to punch him just once. "yes, sir. will not happen again." i reassure.
no one calls hotch sir except me. it's kind of a unspoken rule - the others are close to him, which i am not. which i will probably never be, considering he still judges my mistake as a way to not trust me with anything.
garcia walks in just a minute after me "sorry, guys, kevin was blabbing and blabbing and i could not get him to shut up." she says and smiles awkwardly. "it's fine" hotch says. "everyone's allowed to be late - once." he raises an eyebrow and looks at me.
just one punch.
JJ briefs us on the case and tells us the local police department doesn't want us there - so she's going to have to convince them, which can take a day or two. i don't mind - i was honestly not in the mood for a flight today. everyone goes back to their every day business. files, reports, coffee and smalltalk in the kitchen - or for morgan and garcia, friendly flirting in her office.
me and spencer are both stirring a fresh cup of good ol' joe in the kitchen, talking - or well, he's talking - about some new physics crap. i just nod and pretend i understand.
the color of the beige wall behind him looks particularly interesting today. he keeps explaining and suddenly goes "BOOM!" his hands wide and i jump a little at the noise - spilling coffee all over my pink blouse. i look at him annoyed, "oh my god. i will murder you." he can't contain his laugh and bursts, "i was just demonstrating!" then goes running out of the kitchen before i can get to him. i sigh and look at my now brown blouse - this would be awfully devastating if i didn't have a go-bag. i place my almost empty mug in the kitchen sink and head towards my tabe - emily giving me a curious stare. "what happened to you?" she scoffs, "physics." i reply and take my go-bag, fishing out the only blouse i have - a white one.
emily just nods at my remark and goes back to her file as if it was the most normal thing ever. considering it's me - it probably was. i change in the ladies room and scrunch my coffee splattered blouse into a ball. standing infront of my mirror i realise how see-through this blouse is - especially with a pink bra that i wore just for the pink blouse. "you have got to be kidding me." my eyes widen. it's really not that bad, but it's noticeable. so noticeable HR might force us all into a "appropriate clothing" seminar tomorrow. i really don't have much of a choice so i walk out like that, hoping or praying no one notices. my hope is diminished when i meet garcia in the bullpen, holding her palm to her hand so she doesn't burst out laughing. "not a word, garcia." i look at her, my eyes shooting arrows. thank god for kevin, as he comes and pecks her lips, her surpressed laughter now gone like the wind. saved by the bell. or well, by a kiss. i sit down at my table and keep working on my reports - if i slouch down enough you really can't see it. i'm a great problem solver. a rough, deep voice calls my name from a distance, "agent Y/L/N, my office, please." hotch says standing in his doorway. my head drops in defeat - i really have no luck today. i grab the file i was working on and hold it on my chest, basically hugging it - it makes me look weird but not weirder than having my pink bra open for everyones eyes. i stand infront of his door, mumbling to myself about how i hate my life and knock twice. "come in" hotch says, his eyes glued to his computer. "sir. you wanted to see me?" he nods and tells me to sit down, still not looking up. and so i do, i sit down and keep hugging my file like it's gonna grow legs and walk away. he finally raises his head and looks at me. his eyebrows furrow at the sight of me holding for dear life on the file, "is that for me?" he asks. "huh?" the file. "oh, no- i just really like this file." i smile awkwardly and his mouth parts as if he wanted to say something more, but he doesn't. the embarassement i'm feeling right now could wash half the population off of the earth. "you're gonna have to be transfered to a different unit." he says and coughs, his throat sounding almost dry as he barely speaks that sentence. my eyes widen to 3x their size, "what? but i didn't do-" i take a breath. "i didn't do anything wrong? you're just gonna transfer me? just like this? wh- i don't get it." i rise from my seat not realising i let my file drop. he stares at my chest and then back to my eyes like 10 times till i realise. i heastily grab the file again, sit back down and cover my chest back up, "i spilled coffee on my other blouse." i explain. hotch sighs, "it wasn't my decision. strauss wants you gone." he coughs again. "i tried to convince her, agent." i scoff. sure he did. he was probably the first one to agree to the transfer. "you're joking, right?" i stand up once again, file still in my embrace. "i know you want me gone. i just know you were the first one to agree with strauss decision." i raise my voice slightly. "wanting me gone is one thing, so is transferring me - but lying about it? you're pathetic." hotch's eyebrows furrow. he doesn't seem angry, he just seems.. apologetic? "agent, listen to m-" this time i interrupt him, "i'm done listening," i drop the file on his table "here. it's yours now." i exit his office but notice in my peripheral vision that he stood up, as if wanting to follow me. all eyes are on me and how i storm to my desk, either that or my pink bra. but i don't care. i grab my bag and jacket, my files still scattered around my desk - but they're not mine anymore, so why should i care? "Agent Y/L/N." hotch calls and exits his office, i ignore him and just keep walking. "Y/N." he calls me by my first name now. i notice the elevator is about to leave so i ask the person in it to hold it, a hand splitting the doors as i manage to walk in just in time, aaron standing 10 feet away looking defeated. --
i took a cold shower as soon as i got home to calm my nerves. didn't help much but pretending it did helps. got myself dressed in a large shirt and some raggedy pyjama pants and poured myself a glass of red wine. then another one. i'm reliving today in my thoughts - why did i get fired from the bau? and why did aaron - sorry, hotch - lie? everyone knows he despises me and wanted me gone as soon as possible, and he did so, why lie then? i gulp down another sip of wine and hear a knock at my door. if this isn't the chinese food i ordered i'll be heavily disappointed. i open the door without checking who it is and see hotch standing infront of my apartment door, the arms of his dress shirt folded up to his elbows and his jacket held on his shoulder by his hand. he looks pissed. like always but worse. "what are you doing here? i don't need to transfer to another apartment, do i?" i mock him and cross my arms. "can i come in?" he asks with a stern expression. "why?" i look at him, awaiting an explanation. i'm not just gonna let my asshole boss into my apartment with no plausible reason. "we need to talk. please." his expression changes and my heart breaks a little. i don't know why. i hate him. he's rude and selfish and made me doubt my career. but i let him in anyways. i take a seat on a bar stool at my kitchen island, sipping on my red wine waiting for him to say what he has to say. "i didn't request your transfer. i didn't agree with strauss either." i scoff but he keeps talking before i can, "but i couldn't disagree either." i knew it. god this motherf- "you got offered a unit chief position." he says and my eyes widen. "it's gonna be great for your career. it's a better pay and everything." he walks towards me and chuckles, "you'd be in a higher department than me, and that within just 6 months of working at the fbi." my eyebrows furrow, he better not be playing with me because i'm believing every second of it. "i didn't want you gone. you're an amazing agent and we," he gulps. "i was so lucky to have you. but i can't deny you a promotion out of my own selfish reasons." my mouth parts as i inhale a small breath. this is.. unexpected, to say the least. "hotch, i'm so sorry for going off at you like that." he shakes his head, "don't apologise. i know how i've been treating you and it was unfair. and totally unprofessional." he takes small steps towards me, stopping just infront of me. he swipes a strand of hair behind my ear and my body freezes - his warm fingers slightly touching my ear, his gaze so soft. i've never seen him so vulnerable before. "i care for you. and even though i handled it poorly, i thought i'd lose you on just your third day." he exhales and his arms now cross. "i couldn't let that happen. so ever since, i thought going hard on you would cause you to be more careful, less reckless." his head drops and his eyebrows furrow. "i know it was selfish, and god did i hate seeing you on the verge of tears everytime i had to discipline you." he looks me straight in the eyes, they no longer shoot fire arrows, they shoot soft looks and quick smiles as his mouth curls a little. "i'm sorry, Y/N. and i hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me." he closes his eyes and leans forward, placing a kiss on my cheek. i stand there, still frozen. i don't manage to say anything but i notice him moving. leaving. he grabs his jacket and twists the doorknob on my door without a word. "wait -" i manage to blurt out and he turns around, surprised. i walk towards him in a very quick manner, basically sprinting. if me two hours ago was put in this position, i'd finally take swing at the punch i've been begging for. but i don't. instead, i cup his cheeks in my hands and kiss him.
he doesn't react at first, the kiss starting slow, but then he grips at my waist tightly and pulls me towards him. he grins into the kiss and it feels like he just wants to eat me whole. he's greedy, unwilling to share, like he's wanted this for a while. i break the kiss so i can take a couple of breaths, he doesn't let go of my waist and looks me in the eyes. "i'm really sorry" his thumb carressing my left cheek. "you've said that."
"not enough." his lips land on mine again, this kiss shorter, more like a peck. his strong arms embrace me and my head lays on his broad chest. "isn't this unprofessional? a boss and his subordinate?" i ask as he hugs me tightly, "you're not my subordinate anymore, though, uniet chef Y/L/N." i chuckle into his embrace and pull myself away from him, looking into his eyes. "what if i don't take the job?" his eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head, "you have to, it's an amazing offer." i shrug and look up at the ceiling. "maybe. i kinda like my current work place though, i'd be willing to go back. unless of course my snarky boss won't take me." i grin playfully and he kisses my forehead. "monday 8:00 o'clock. don't be late this time."
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tell me your top 3 bl pairs plsss, an explanation on why or what your fav series of theirs would also be very welcome if you choose to include 🧡
hi nonny!
I'm assuming by bl pairs you mean actor pairs and not on-screen couples? if so then here are my top 3:
FirstKhao - what can I say they're my babes lol their chemistry is above all others imo, they work as a team and no matter what they do, they're in it together. they have a very healthy and wholesome friendship and you can tell they know, understand & respect each other deeply which results in a fantastic acting game & an undeniable on-screen connection. 14/10. favorite show: The Eclipse & Only Friends (can't pick one rn) .
OffGun - the OGs, the legends, the dads lmao. How can you not love them. They've been around for ages and they still deliver, they have an incredible range and (almost) all of their shows slap lol. Not Me was a cultural reset and CC quickly became one of my favorite shows of 2023, only 5 episodes in lol. favorite show: Not Me. .
JaFirst - they used to be a bigger deal back in 2021 than they are now but I still love them dearly lol. They parted ways with MMY pretty quickly after DSN aired and chose to do their own thing which I respect a lot lol. DSN is still one of my all-time favorites and their comeback show last year was super precious. To me they have an amazing chemistry (and they get brownie points for being the absolute sweetest when I met them) and even though they might not make a return I will cherish them in my heart forever 🥹🫶🏻 lol.
I have a lot of other pairs that share the 2# and #3 spot but for the sake of this ask I picked the most solid ones lol.
xxx
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