#ps : he didn't understood shit

[rusmii]

𓂃🦄. BSD MEN HITTIN' THAT G-SPOT !

chuuya, dazai, tecchou

tags. x fem!reader, smut, cockwarming, implied/referenced punishments, grinding, controlled sex, (hard) bite marks, almost caught, blowjob under desk, desk/office sex, jealousy, punishments, brats/brat taming, overstim, marking, lewd acts, praising, degrading, cock drunk/pussy drunk, breeding kink, fingering, clit stimulation, squirting, multiple rounds, kinda riding, petnames, multiple uses of profanity, BANNERS/DIVIDERS MADE BY ME.

ps. leave me alone my shit writing is making me depressed.

all credit on this post belongs to @rusmii . don't steal >:(((

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" 'Zai," you whisper into his ear, the soft breeze making him shudder for a brief moment. "Yes, 'bella?" He asks, his eyes still on his suicide book that he was reading. An annoyed sigh came out from you. What made his suicide book that he's read over a gazillion times more important than you? You stood there beside him for a minute, thinking about how to get his attention on you next. Dazai on the other hand knew what you were aiming for. Your skimpy nightwear and lounge gaze was enough to tell him everything. And truth be told, he was also feeling the same way. "Osamu~" You say again, straddling his lap as you do so. "Can I cockwarm while you read? Pretty pleeaase?~"

"Why're you moving, darling?"

A lump formed a clog in your throat. The small question he asks you within a few minutes in already has you wishing that you'd never propose this idea to him. He flips a page, humming as he does so. The usual smile he has when he sees you is present on his face.

His cock sits nice and still inside you. The slight curve of his dick being the main culprit of your squirmish movements. " 'M no- 'm sorry." You can feel Dazai eyeing you, the lie you almost gave him making you swallow the lump inside your throat in fear. For a few seconds, Dazai doesn't do anything, his attention long gone from his book as you burrow your head into the crook of his neck.

Clutching his shoulder that you laid your head on, you could feel slight movement in it. Dazai hums lowly, letting you off the hook this time. "Hm~ Fine. Be a good girl, though, and don't let me catch you humping me like a dog. Understood?"

You clench your teeth. Whew, for a moment there you thought you were fucked there. Punishments with Dazai was unpredictable, and you didn't intend on passing dangerous territory just yet. "Yes sir." — "Good girl," he praises, his warm words making your pussy ache.

Your pussy clenches around his cock, the silent lewdness of the situation made it wetter as time went on. You close your eyes, attempting to focus on Dazai's humming. His melodious tune being able to calm even the scorchest of hot headed men. You sigh, subtly rocking your hips against his. The unreactive Dazai giving you more courage to keep grinding on his cock.

Eventually, you heard the book close. The sound makes you halt and pull away. "You done readin'?" You question him when you see your lover setting the book aside onto the lamp table. Dazai hums, his soft expression calming your beating heart. Just for a moment there, you thought he caught you — "About 56 times." He cuts you off.

What? What was he talking about? You look at him, making eye contact almost immediately. Though he does not say anything, his sly smile and slanted eyes do. Your eyes start darting to anywhere but him, moving to the wall behind him. "My eyes are here," he points to his face, his voice rephrasing what he said earlier, "About 56 times did you disobey my orders."

"I -.." Excuses start piling up inside your throat. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He caught you, and there was nothing you could do about it. " 'I' What?" He mocks, the sinful smile he gives you was enough to have you breaking down. "I - I don't know! I -"

Endless blabber escapes from you. Dazai sits there and watches. Letting you cry out your frustration. He rubs the back of your head, a mocking coo leaving him. "Aw~ There, there darlin'. Don't cry, I promise I'm not that disappointed in you. You did your best, and I acknowledge that. Unfortunately, we both know that you could've done better." Bitter words come from him.

You were at a loss for words. No amount of crying and pleading was going to get you of your punishment now. Dazai doesn't wait for a response from you, though, pushing your chin up using his fingers. He was now eye to eye with you as he leaned forward, his head tilted to the side to line up with your lips. " 'M not gonna punish you too harshly. Despite you disobeying me, your grinding almost made me toss the book," Dazai admits, which makes your mouth drop open in surprise for just a split second.

"And for that - " He thrusts up hard. A loud moan escapes from your lips before you can muster any form of blockage. " - Ride for as long as you want." His smooth sailing words pur into your mouth. His own capturing yours into a soft, passionate kiss that matched the rhythm of your crotches grinding together. " 'Samu! - S- Osamu!" You moan his name, the tip of his dick rubbing against your bundle of nerves.

His eyes never leave yours. Every breathless grunt he lets out only spurs you on to bounce on his dick. The act makes him groan before he stops you from doing anymore. "Osamu..!" You whine, wondering why he stopped you. "No, I said for as long as you want. Not whatever you want."

You nod your head repeatedly, wanting to cum and get this over with. Dazai seems to agree so as well — using his hands to guide your hips. The slow grind making you cry tears of frustration. "Please! Please! - Osamu- Please! Please! - " — " Sh sh, I got you." Dazai reassures you, fastening the pace.

"Mmhm!~ Osamu! Osa - Osamu!!~" You squeal, his dick rutting inside your gushy cunt as he marks your neck made you see white. The tight clench of your walls made Dazai bite down a little too hard, tasting bits of iron in his mouth.

Dazai continues to grind his hips through your orgasm, feeling his own high building up. "Shit - Fuck! - cummincummin - Ghnn~" He groans into your neck. The pressure that had accumulated by your grinding earlier toppled down on his orgasm.

The white ribbon laced your walls deep inside you, the pressure of his dick pressing hard on your g-spot, giving you another orgasm. Hearing your second wave of squeals, Dazai uses a hand to rub your lower back, thrusting up slightly to help you ride out your second orgasm.

"Good - " He pants heavily, his flushed face with swollen lips, " - Good fucking girl, holy shit."

"And for -!" Chuuya hiced. His brain being thrown for a loop as he grips the new paperwork that was given to him by Akutagawa. Said man seems to notice his red face and questions him. "Sir, are you alright?" Chuuya waves him off, "Yeah - just.. - feeling a little hot in this room right now - how high did I set the temp again?" He laughs awkwardly and orders Akutagawa to go check. While Akutagawa is distracted, Chuuya looks down to find his pants unzipped and you sucking the tip of his dick. "Stop. Akutagawa is here. Let's do this when he's gone," he orders you, attempting to swat you hand away from his balls. But before he could do that, Akutagawa returned. "Sir, seems like the temperature is just below average - are you sure you're okay? — "YES! You - You may leave." Chuuya stutters on his words when he feels you engulf his entire dick into your mouth.

"You - " A slam of his hips has you spiraling into moans. " - Fucking - " Thrust " - Brat," he snarls above you. The nasaled expression on his face matching the rhythm of his hips.

"Chu-uuyaa!!~" You squeal, wrapping your legs around his waist as his dick plunges straight into your core — his dick hitting that spot every time he thrusts in. He groans, the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock perfectly could make him cum right then and there. "Yeah? That feel good? Fuck - bet that shit does." He slaps your thigh. "Brats like you shouldn't even be getting dicked down so good," he continues. His hips never faltering its rhythm.

"Good! Feels so good! Please Chu - Chu fuck me!" Affirming his accusations only made Chuuya more bricked than the hardest damn rock. All papers, pens, and other random shit had been thrown off his desk in a haste. He'd care about it when he was done with you. "Mhm..~ Ha! 'Dunno. Should brats like you get fucked like good girls? Hm?" He puncuates every word with a slow, sharp thrust. " 'Cause the whore 'm fuckin' is on Santa's naughty list right now."

You arch your back, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You roll your head up as more nonsense came from you. His dick rubbed your spot intensely while grinding your crotches together. The sharp, angled, shallow thrusts almost, causing you to nearly shut one eye from losing control of most of your senses.

"Ahnn!~ - Yesss! Pleaaaasse - " You slur on your words, your tongue falling loose in your mouth. Chuuya tugs your arms to him and grips your wrists, sliding your body back and forth across the desk. "Chuuya! Chuuyachuuyachuuya!!!~" — "Fuck - keep moanin' my name like that and I might cum right now," he groans above you. His head was thrown back, face full of bliss.

Chuuya angles his dick again, making sure the tip and side of his length run against your g-spot. He hears another squeal, making a mental note to come back to this angle when he's fucked you silly.

Actually, scratch that — with how you're clinging your vices onto him so tightly, he can only assume that you were cumming right now. "Shiiit." A curse falls upon him when he finally notices the tight clench of your pussy. Chuuya didn't even realize you were having an orgasam until he saw your fucked out, lewd face. "Fuck - Oh fuck.." He grunts, slowing his thrusts as to hold out longer.

"Geez ‐ Shit - [Name], did anyone ever tell ya' how hot you look when you get all fucked out like that?" He asks, a grin spread from ear to ear. As soon as you catch your breath, you hum. "Yeah - you," you release a breathy laugh. "Me? Just me?" He asks again leaning down to give you a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth. "Who else would I be letting raw dog me? Not Michi."

The casual mention of your coworkers nickname caught Chuuya's attention. "Michi? Tachihara? Since when the fuck did you and and that fucker get on friendly terms?" A shallow upturn thrust surprises you. "Huh - Gh~ - What? Me and him have always been on friendly terms - Ogh!~"

"That's such fucking bullshit 'n you and I both know it." Chuuya interrupts you, thrusting into your cunt again. "W-wait!~ Chu-uya!" You moan. "You wanted me to fuck you like the dirty street slut you are — I'm gonna fuck you like a damn bitch in heat waitin' for a new batch of litter."

Never one to go back on his word, Chuuya picks up his pace, not caring about his rhythm. He aims for the same spot that has you crushing boulders when poked there. "Chuuya!~ Please! Please! T'much! So - " — " - Cut that shit out, overstim is your favorite pass time activity." His balls slap your ass from how deep he's inside you. "Don't wanna hear you give me that 'too much' crap. Yer' perfectly capable of handling 'nother few orgasms."

He was right. Fuck — Chuuya was so right. The mini act you put on was nothing but a facade of how you were feeling internally.

Lewd images racked your brain. The visual thought of Chuuya breeding you straight up was enough to get your pussy pulsing in a matter of seconds. "Fuckfuck! Chuuya! Please, 'm gonna cum!! Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cummm!!~" Chuuya grunts above you, sweat dripping down him. "Fuck - you feel so fuc-kin' good! Sweetheart ya' feel so fuck - ughhn!~"

At the very last moment, Chuuya angles his dick exactly like how it got you to cum right away. Your jaw drops open, your eyes roll back, and your back arches into Chuuya's chest as he leans down to burrow his head into your neck. "Mhm~ mmm - 'm cummin - shit - 'm cummin' doll." Was your only warning before you felt his cum sticking to your walls. The creamy goop being fucked deeper as he rides out both of your orgasms with slowing thrusts.

A few more shallow thrusts, and you two are whining in overstimulation, Chuuya quieter than you. He pulls away when he feels your legs unwrap from his waist, watching them dangle to the side in exhaustion.

He pants heavily. His face is bright red and messy hair is a perfect image to burn into your memory.

"Chuuya," you call out to him, way out of breath to even talk. "Yeah?"

"You do remember that you were the one who forced me and Tachihara on friendly terms, right?"

"..... Oh yeah." He scratches the back of his head before pulling out to slap his dick on your cunt. "Givin' you a break before we continue," he winks — readjusting the position of your body.

"You wanna what?" Tecchou answers your question with another question. "Wanna get fingered so hard until I black the fuck out," you shrug your shoulders. The request wasn't expected, just a suggestion to spicen up your guys sex life — that was a lie, it was because you saw him flexing his fingers the other day and couldn't get the image of him being past knuckle deep inside your cunt out of your head!

"Hnn!!~" You squeal, the fingers prodding gently against your g-spot pulling the second orgasm out of your for the night.

Tecchou doesn't say anything, pulling his fingers out to stare at it. You glance at him, wondering what he had in plan. "Tecchou?" You get up on your elbows, eyes full of concern. Did you cross a line? Was this too much? Before you could ask any of the questions that popped up in your head, Tecchou slips his fingers into his mouth — fingers coated in your slick.

He sucks on his fingers, his tongue webbing around each one that was inside of you. "Tecchou.. What the fuck..?" You said, shock filling your brain as you watched him finger fuck his own mouth with your arousal.

He hums, his fingers coming out with a pop as he pushes you back down on the bed. "Tecchou, what the fuck was that? Why did you just - " — "Why is this a problem but not my face between your thighs?"

Speechless, you turn your head away. The thundering pump of your heart is not helping with thinking of anything to retort back. When Tecchou receives no answer from you, he drops his hand down to your clit — the gentle press bringing you back to earth. "third round?" He asks as he circles around your clit.

"Y-yeah -" Your breath hitched when he slipped three fingers inside your sopping cunt. The stretch of thick, veiny fingers stuffed up your pussy was almost enough to push in two mini didlos in there. You moan, a loud one that encouraged Tecchou to continue with what he was doing. " 'Gonna slip a fourth one. Can you do it?" A question for consent before he makes room for another finger.

"Mhm," you nod, already feeling the finger joining the others. Hissing, you bit your lip. The pain was mild, but the slight burn of the stretch made your eyes water a bit. "Hm," He hums again. "Relax, you're going to make me hurt you." His fingers still inside, not once moving until he feels you unclench around them. "Mm - I'm trying."

Tecchou doesn't seem to be happy with that response. "Don't force yourself." Was all he said before you felt him shift his fingers around. What came next was a gasp being ripped from you and another curl to the same spot. "T-Tecchou!~" You moan, feeling your spot being prodded at. The soft pressure he applies every time he presses down makes you squirm a bit. "I can feel you getting tighter. Does it feel good?" He asks, voice soft and gentle.

"Yes! Please!" You bring a hand down to your clit, rubbing it in a way that gives you the most pleasure. Tecchou's speed increases, the fingers curling inside all hitting the same spot. Your hips start to shake, the pressure of your approaching orgasm building up in your abdomen. "Te-Tec-hou!~" Hiccups escape through your sobs. Tears streaming down your cheeks due to the pleasure.

" 'M - cummin' - 'M cummin' !" Your body squirms. Tecchou pins you to the bed, fingering as fast as he can. "You can do it." The first praise of the night being whispered so lightly. His usual blank expression is now a mix of proudness and adoration. "C-can't! T'much! Too much!" You sniffle, pulling your arm back for better support. Tecchou takes it upon himself to do the job for you, using both of his hands, he plunges straight into you — simultaneously adding a fifth finger when he sees the puddle you made. His other hand doing the same gentle circles around your clit.

And finally, after a few minutes — the blockage in your abdomen snapped. The floodgates of your cum squirting out clear fluid as Tecchou re-angled his hand. "Ghhhh~ Ohhggg...!" You whine, your legs threatening to kick as you slightly lift your body off the bed.

Tecchou watches mesmerized by your shot, aiming at his chest directly. The clear fluid dripping down his pecks and into his abs below. "Woah.... That was so hot."

hi was gonna originally write nikolai + fukuzawa but didn't have motivation for them :(... I did start out nikolais but don't even get me started on fukuzawa.... here's a snippet of nikolais

do you guys want me to write a pt2 with fuku+niko??

#i went ham on chuuyas part #🖇. writings #spent all day writing this from start to finish #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #tecchou x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #tecchou smut #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs smut

[agendabymooner]

i think he knows ! lando n. x ofc (alessandro sister!writer!ofc)

"he got the boyish look that i like in a man."

summary: nicola alessandro released a novel under the pen name 'grazie nichols' and everyone made sure that the fans are supporting her. lando norris could do anything but be subtle about the things he knew, and the novel's inspo was one of those things.

content warning: possible use of explicit language, appearance of other fictional characters (hearth sisters, lester ricciardo, etc), dirty jokes (no smut), ofc and lando being menaces, ofc being obsessed with lando, fans trying to come up with theories, ofc's account is private (colabebe)

note: (time check: 12:25 am) i'm sorry i dipped out 😭 a lot happened yesterday: i hung out with the guy (it was awkward lol) went to see the barbie movie with my sister then had a sangria after- i was planning to post something when i got home but apparently i'm a lightweight and was knocked out after. let me know what you think!!! anyway enjoy xx

ps. yes the graphics in here are stuff that i made hehe sorry if they're awful but these are just some last minute shit i made xx

masterlist

tagged grazienichols

liked by landonorris, alex_albon, arthurleclerc

user1 new booktok rec??

user2 the grid is literally hyping this up 😭 is it that good

user3 MORE FORMULA ONE BOOKS!!!

user4 my wallet: empty

user5 me rn: trying to determine which driver relates to the man in the book the most 🧐

user6 bets on leclerc

user7 hmmm i think its more like estie? he's giving muse

user8 it could be yuki ???

user9 i agree user6 it's most likely shal bc that man is book bf material

liked by landonorris, pierregasly, danielricciardo

danielricciardo i don't blame them; this book is a bomb ass book 😉 liked by grazienichols

grazienichols 🤪

user1 grazie stop emptying my wallet challenge 🤐

grazienichols 😶 sorry xx

user2 making money just to get to monaco gp- gurl i don't blame you 😭

grazienichols it's getting more expensive as years go on 🥶

f1 monaco gp you say??? 👀

user3 she's making money already just toss the ticket in us broke people's direction 🙃

user4 yeah what she said ^^

tagged charles_leclerc, loricciardo, estebanocon and 7 other people

liked by colabebe, danielricciardo, arthurleclerc

user1 isn't lester pregnant??? why is she bent like that on the 7th photo? 😭

user2 lester can do things us mere humans can't

alex_albon i am appalled liked by lando.jpg

lando.jpg i can't put too much photos sorry lad

alex_albon i'll remember this.

user3 lando fed us with the hearth sisters content at the slides 2, 4 and 6 and i've never felt this loved since my ex <3

user4 gurl 💀 u good

user5 ESTIE BESTIEEEE 😩 i might bust a lil gimme a sec to chill

user6 the sisters in blue 🤤

user7 who's the third photo?

user8 lester's youngest sister, nicola

danielricciardo loricciardo 🤨 what're u doing?

loricciardo protecting baby ric 😳 liked by lando.jpg

lando.jpg by flattening his head? 😟

loricciardo you just reduced my standing time and increased my bedrest time lando.jpg thx

lando.jpg what 😭 what's gonna happen if you're in bedrest? is the baby's head going to inflate back to place??

danielricciardo landonorris lad. that's not how it works.

arthurleclerc colabebe that pink is nice asf

colabebe thank you art!!! nice seeing you!!!

user9 uhhhhh?!!! arthur and daniel's in-law?

georgerussell63 why am i not there??? 🧐

lando.jpg my bad- i didn't really want you to take of your shirt in the middle of the ballroom hall. not really your night tonight mate.

user10 where is toto?!!!

lando.jpg god love him but he already has enough photo taken by his own wife. give others some chance to make it to my jpg account

user10 understood king 🤌

sylvieeford no max?? he really pissed you off 😹 liked by lando.jpg

lando.jpg yeah, and keep on reminding him that. maybe he'd apologize for once 🙄

landonorris posted a story !!!

tagged landonorris

liked by landonorris, danielricciardo, nora_alessandro

danielricciardo my favourite italian-british couple (no offense nora but i don't like georgerussell63 that much) liked by colabebe

nora_alessandro 😒😒

georgerussell63 you're not my favourite aussie either mate 😉

landonorris god gave me an equally obsessed gf and i love him for it liked by colabebe

colabebe just him??? 💔

landonorris me when you: 💗😩😳🤤

colabebe ❤️‍🩹

landonorris look at her

landonorris shes so pretty omg whats her @

oscarpiastri your simp looking ass is getting more obvious

colabebe 🤨 not my fault u don't get bitches 🤡

oscarpiastri do you wanna fight or wha 🤬

colabebe i deadlegged you last time and you ate shit so idk if thats even a question

oscarpiastri landonorris ur rat is at it again

landonorris hey man, that's my simp. leave her alone

mateoales throwing up

landonorris ratio + take L + didn't ask

colabebe cry + whine + sob + complain

mateoales you two are so mean when ur together

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[pricescigar]

Adler being protective of Elvira HC's

Admin Note: You know I had to write about these two again to get back into a writing mood & my slump, best father in the world 🥹🫶🏻

Despite Elvira being the daughter of Adler's enemy, he coyldntcgive two shits. He knew she needed a "father figure." Or some sorts.

Setting her on the right path, instead of the wrong one. And Adler was the man for that.

He understood what kind of trauma Elvira went through, the hardships she had faced. He could say the same thing himself.

Having children was never in Adler's books, nor it came across his mind... Due to him working all the time, the strain it had left him when he split up with his ex-wife.

And also because Adler had deep insecurities about himself, thinking he would never be a good father if he had children himself. (Due to being so work orientated)

And he also saw how hard it is to take care of kids in general, not that he has anything against children: But he is fully aware that children always need your upmost attention.

Of course he occasionally took care of Hudsons' kids, but that was different. And also because never really bothered him.

Hudson has done a lot of favours for Adler, pulled a few strings. It was only fair Adler returned a few favours, in some shape or form.

Yet when Elvira willingly goes back to America with Adler, Mason & Woods on 1976, he had this overwhelming feeling... The urge to protect her.

She knew how unfaimialr she was when it came to the "Western World." Due to her being sheltered, and only knowing anything German or Russian related

So seeing everything, anything different was a huge eye opener for her. Adler always found a way to comfort her when things got too overwhelming for her.

That same day, Adler got adoption papers to put her under his care since legally she wasn't an adult yet.

A couple of times a few CIA operatives would tease her for her accent, and some... Would say rather unpleasant things, and if Adler got word of it.

His fist would meet their face. Then when the next time occurred when Elvira would see the operative again, oh how that man sulked and didn't say anything.

As Adler would say; "I'm not protective, I'm just looking out for the kid."

Many would beg to differ, otherwise... They knew how Adler was at times... Yet seeing Adler act so different towards Elvira than the others, it shun a new light on him.

Maybe he does have a soft side after all then?

There was a time in 1980 CIA agent a little older than Elvira tried to make advances towards her, charming her, sending her flowers ect.

Elvira informed Adler about it, Adler knew who she was talking about immediately.

He was known for charming his way with women, getting what he wanted, then just casting them aside as if nothing happened.

Yet the second time the man tried to woo his way to Elvira, Adler caught him in the act.

"You leave my daughter alone you hear me?"

The last thing anyone would want to do was pass off Adler, and so the man went away with caution. Leaving Elvira alone for good.

That encounter was all the talk for the rest ofcthe afternoon, even Mason & Woods laughed their heads off about it.

After all it seemed Adler was a protective father after all, it was definitely a sight to see.

Ps, this literally screams Adler when Elvira came him dad for the first time:

#call of duty #cod #black ops cold war #cod cold war #black ops #call of duty cold war #russell adler #adler cold war #cod adler #cod oc #cod ocs #oc #ocs #elvira wolff

[fangirltothefullest]

First off, you are entitled to how you feel. We all have things that urk us and I'm not trying to prove anyone right or wrong. I just wanted to share my perspective on language and how it's this beautiful and fascinating ever evolving thing to me.

In response to the word "unalive", I can see why it started popping up. It's a light way to describe a heavy subject, is more broad than a lot of terms (think partner vs boyfriend), works when used against censors that block out a LOT of known optional word choices (like many mobile games), and is a less visceral choice for hyperbole and jokes.

Also, in my opinion, unalive became a word the moment one person gave it a meaning and another understood it. That's how language is. It's constantly evolving. Unalive is no less valid than yeet or laptop or one of the 1700 words that didn't exist before Shakespeare (like critic/critical, gloomy, and eyeball). Language evolution happens SO MUCH that if an average person went 600 years into the past, they would struggle to understand anybody on even a basic level (even written because letters and spellings have changed DRASTICALLY over the centuries). It would be like asking a Spanish speaker to understand fluent Italian! All because a billion someones played with langue and made it fit their needs.

Basically, if I were to tldr this, I'd quote comedian Ben Brainard and say, "If it made sense to you, they didn't say it wrong."

PS: Sorry that it got so long!

Ok, tone indicating here because I am not mad about this response but I need you to understand my Frustration Withg This Mindset when it comes to children!

Like I understand that when it is used it becomes a word with meaning- we do that with EVERYTHING, especially online- but what bothers me is that there were lots of others to choose from that work with proper grammar and stuff and basically I'm only frustrated with it because of my 3rd graders!

All of my 3rd graders use tiktok when they really shouldn't but it's not my choice so they all see it being used and they use it in their school work! They now think it's a proper and ok word to use for their writing and they don't want to listen to me when I tell them no that's not actually proper english which I HAVE to say because they get tested on this shit!

Their tests ARE NOT going to give them credit for using 'the dog was unalived when he was hit by a car' or 'I read an unalived mystery story and it was very cool' or 'When my grandma unalived, I felt sad!'

It's just- I CANNOT teach that word to my 3rd graders..... and until it's properly in the dictionary and acceptable usage in American English on American ELA tests, I just want it to go away!

[randomingoftherandomness]

That's exactly what he meant about Ziyu, everyone except everything in a blink without caring about who he was. A person can't change in a day.

As for his father he was shit as a parent you can't let your child do everything then expect that one day he will choose duty over freedom.

For Yuanzhi I still stand in my position and call him entitled. First he openly attacked Ziyu in front of the brides for no reason, he didn't show him respect when he was chosen as Zhiren (Shangjue did even if he didn't like it), he tried to bad mouth young elder Yue, he poisoned a girl and killed a housekeeper without a second thought, he put himself in danger just because he knew his brother had his back, he talked back to his brother wife.

I don't mean he is a bad person but I don't see his attitude much differently from Ziyu's. The real difference was that Ziyu was public shamed by hi father (and Yuanzhi was pleased by it) while Yuanzhi was backed up and pampered by Shangjue.

Ps. Sorry for my bad English.

Oh no, you’re cool don’t worry about it, I understood you just fine. Which is why I’m going to treat this as a query coming from a basis of good faith.

You can believe he is “entitled”, but lets just have a look at what that word actually means as per the dictionary definition

First he openly attacked Ziyu in front of the brides for no reason

Oh wow. Okay. We have only gotten this small sliver of a glimpse into their lifelong relationship with each other. Who is to say that this isn't par for the course when it comes to their interactions with each other?

I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who has complicated relationships with members of their family and every time we meet or gather, must put on a smiling face to deal with the snarky/sarcastic remarks and the occasional physical assault that is always passed off with a "I'm just joking". Not excusing anything, but my parameters for what "attacking" might be skewed here.

No apparent reason? Have you ever met anyone whose sheer existence is reason enough for you to have a distaste for them?

he didn't show him respect when he was chosen as Zhiren (Shangjue did even if he didn't like it)

Okay, I've said this in one of my previous treatises about Yuanzhi, but Yuanzhi is literally an employee for the Gong family. When you work for an entity/institution/corporation, the decisions made by upper management will trickle down to you and affect your work.

It's quite literally the worst things about working btw.

But I digress.

Let's put this out there; Ziyu was not CHOSEN to be the Zhiren, he was the ONLY ONE AVAILABLE, and therefore they had to go with him. We know he rose up to the challenge and will prove himself a capable simp to his wife Zhiren, but at the time when Yuanzhi "didn't show him respect", what was Ziyu most known for? That's right. Being a drunk who spends too much time in the whorehouse and has no wits for the family business.

Was Yuanzhi "entitled" for backing his apparently disrespect towards someone who DID NOT work for his position? Was Yuanzhi "entitled" to flaunt the fact that he IS the person everyone turns to for poisons/knowledge about cures? No. Every attitude he and Shangjue gave is backed up by their track record of service to the Gong Family.

Respect isn't given, it's earned. At that point of time, has Ziyu (bless him) done anything to be earning the respect as Zhiren? No.

Let me also remind you of the scenes where Ziyu returned Yuanzhi's hidden weapons that Shangguan Qian filched and when Yuanzhi gave Ziyu the Chuyan Chonglian meant for Shangjue after the battle with Wufeng.

Tell me. Do you remember what was the most important thing in those scenes? That's right. Respect earned by Ziyu as the Gong Family's Zhiren that Yuanzhi gives willingly. Yuanzhi literally poured him a cup of tea under the guise of not wanting to owe him a favour; Yuanzhi literally giving him the special flower he painstakingly raised to keep his brother safe. You know. The one person this crazy poison didi is a brocon for?

he tried to bad mouth young elder Yue

And after Shangjue tells him that Elder Yue is someone he has to respect, what did he do? I keep saying this about Yuanzhi but I think it bears repeating; he's young, he's egoistical, he's brash, but he's the furthest thing from stupid. And Shangjue is his moral compass.

If you are then talking about the scene where he was captured in Yu residence for snooping, bruh. Be for fucking reals here. Please meet me in the middle. The dude saw something shady going on. Didi legit heard Yun Weishan admit that she's from Wu Feng. Didi heard the admission that Elder Yue was working to collude with an agent of Wu Feng. Fam, please. I'm pretty sure you can see the bigger picture.

he poisoned a girl and killed a housekeeper without a second thought

Ok? And? Yuanzhi was brought up under a precept of rules that pretty much had no mercy and a kill-first-ask-later policy. I'm failing to see how this is entitled behaviour.

he put himself in danger just because he knew his brother had his back, he talked back to his brother wife.

Okay? And? I'm seriously failing to see how this is entitled behaviour?

Shangjue is his most precious person and obviously the one person in the show's universe that he can trust with his life and have his back. When you have someone like that that you trust so implicitly, why wouldn't you have the belief that they'll come through for you? Which Shangjue has obviously done time and time and again for him? And something Yuanzhi will do for Shangjue too?

And about the wife comment. The woman is a suspected Wu Feng agent. Him and Shangjue deadass DO NOT TRUST her. They may buy into certain aspects about her dog and pony show, but they definitely trust her about as far as they can throw her. Which is a very short distance. Is a bit of sass and snark back talking? Perhaps if you take it that way. The way I see it, Shangguan Qian is very amused by Yuanzhi's jealous little wife act and is actually very entertained. To her and her smiling wiles, Yuanzhi is worth the effort to tease and toy with. Like a cat batting at a ball of yarn.

And furthermore, who is indulging the back talking? Shangjue. The exact person who is the center of the power play.

And again, I fail to see how this is, as the literal dictionary definition, "entitled" behaviour.

You wanna talk about entitled behaviour? Let's look at Ziyu. Let me just list some closing arguments off the top of my head coz I need to go pee:

Ziyu who feels entitled to Gong Yuanzhi's help when the man from the outpost collapses in front of his carriage even though Jin Fan had protested with valid reasons

Ziyu who was entitled enough to waltz into the bride candidates hostel just to talk to Yun Weishan even though the senior maid told him she could get into trouble and he isn't allowed in there

Ziyu who felt entitled enough to start ordering people about as Zhiren even though he doesn't have the a) credentials and proven track record for leadership b) hasn't even completed the Trials of the Three Realms

I love Ziyu but if you really want to talk about "entitled" behaviour,

Also, I don't know if by "pampered by Shangjue" is also the equivalent to "letting your didi get taken off to jail where there's a chance some guard might get a little trigger happy and torture him", but wow. That's some D/S level pampering.

#my journey to you #gong yuanzhi #my journey to you meta #mjty meta #gab writes stuff

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IT'S NEVER OVER

Joel Miller x F!OC

Series

CHAPTER TWO — POSITIVE TO NEGATIVE

Summary: Twenty fucking years. It wasn’t that Joel had forgotten about her, but she definitely wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. But boy, seeing her sent him in a whirlwind of emotions. He prayed she didn’t know about what he had done, and that was a first for him.

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Warnings: swearing, violence, guns, 18+ minors dni

A/N: Tysm for the love on chapter one! Ya’ll know how to make me blush :,) PS i’m not entirely sure if these are the exact dates/events in the show, this is just how i remember it to the best of my ability. it still makes sense tho don’t worry it just might not be 100% accurate cause i’m lazy lol

AUGUST 27, 2023

Jessie didn’t know how long she was out for, all she knew was for a few moments of pure bliss, she forgot the hell she was in. Her vision was shrouded with a white canvas, she had no idea if her eyes were open or closed. The sounds around her were replaced with a deafening ring. The first thing that came to her mind was Ellie. Where was she? God, she had one fucking job.

Jessie felt bad for Ellie. The constant tests, and being chained up all the time; she understood why she was so reluctant to cooperate. That was her responsibility to fix. She was going to be Ellie’s companion throughout her journey to the Statehouse. Her experience with little sisters and being Marlene’s favorite made her qualified. The only thing in their way: is a battery. A battery they thought they could barter with Tyler to get. But it can’t be that simple in the apocalypse.

“Jessie! Jessie!” It was muffled and far away, but somewhere in the distance, someone was calling her.

“Wake up! We need to go!” She tried to move her body, but it was no use. It felt like trying to move in her dreams, her brain was sending all the right signals but her limbs just wouldn’t budge.

Then, a sharp sting sprouted on the side of her face. Her ears popped at the same time, reality beginning to set back in. Her eyes struggled to flutter open for a moment before finally succeeding to be met with a flustered Marlene. Her eyes widened, putting the last few events together in her mind.

“Did that motherfucker shoot me?” Marlene didn’t expect any less from her. Jessie’s hand instinctively shot down to touch the wet spot on her thigh. She inhaled sharply through her teeth when her fingertips made contact with the new hole in her body.

“Jessie, don’t touch it. They shot us all except for Ellie.” Relief washed over her instantly.

“Oh, thank god. Fuck…” However, she spoke too soon. After taking deep breaths and a few good looks at her surroundings, she realized Marlene had her hands up at a surrender. Her face had anxiety, fear, pain, and shock written all over it. Jessie quickly scanned the room to see Ellie in the same position, with a man and a woman pointing guns at all three of them.

She didn’t recognize the woman. Her hair showed her stress in greying strands and frayed ends. Her clothes looked fairly clean, a little dirty, but she looked freshly showered at the very least. The man…holy shit.

“Jessie?” She stared at him with wide eyes. She thought of about a million different things to say, but she couldn’t get her mouth to move for any one of them.

If she were honest, although it was twenty years ago, she never forgot his face, or his voice. Sometimes in the early hours of the morning, when she was still half asleep in her bed, she could hear him whispering in her ear. When she dreamed of any man, it was him. She could imagine how his hands felt against her so vividly. Maybe it was because he was the last person to touch her like that, or maybe because the memories she had with him were the last few good ones. She didn't know the answer, but she found comfort in all of this. Sometimes it was the only thing keeping her going. She'd been thinking about him more these past few days as the group gathered car parts. Cars always made her think of him.

Yet, he looked so different. So cold. Not at all how she remembered him. His rosy cheeks were now pale and sunken in, and his rich dark hair was turning grey. To anyone else it would be clear that he was too far gone, a survival machine. But something deep inside of her wanted to warm him up, to fill up his cup like she did so many times all those years ago. She could tell he was hurting, and it broke her heart. After all they had been through, even after all he had done, it still hurt her to see him this way. Twenty years later, Joel Miller was still her weakness.

“You know this fucking guy?” Marlene retorted, throwing an accusatory glance in her direction.

“You know her?” The armed woman followed, not taking her eyes off of any of her targets. A few beats pass before her responds.

“Hardly.” That's fucking rich. Never mind anything she thought before. Fuck him.

“He was just a creep that used to hit on me at the diner.” She threw a furious glance in his direction, which didn’t seem to faze him one bit.

“That guy tried to scam you too?” Tess asked with their rifles still pointed at them. Their hands had fallen now that the two had gave them an inch of trust.

“Yeah, clearly a bad battery,” Marlene hugged her side now, bringing Jessie’s attention to the growing spot of deep red on her shirt. “Listen, if a battery is what you’re after, I know where you can get one.” Joel and Tess were silent now, listening intently.

“If you do something for me.”

“No.” Joel answered immediately, causing Tess to jab him in the side with her closest elbow.

“What do you want?” She added. Jessie took the opportunity to look over at Ellie, seeing her slightly exhausted yet fearful expression. Ellie felt her gaze and met it, feeling a small amount of comfort as she smiled at the girl.

“Take my associate and the girl to the Museum outside of Boston QZ and my people will give you a battery.”

“No.” God, he was annoying.

“What’s so important about her?” Tess questioned as Joel pierced daggers through her skull with his eyes.

“I can take her.” Jessie protested now as she began to remove her jacket to use as a make-shift tourniquet.

“You can’t be serious.” Marlene jabbed back instantly. Jessie huffed in opposition before tying her flannel around her leg, bracing herself. Ellie let out an instinctive chuckle, receiving glares from the other three adults in the room.

“I don’t have time to explain, we’re both bleeding out for christ’s sake. All you need to know is it’s important.” Marlene was breathless now, the pain of her grazed wound getting to her.

“We get her to this Museum, and we get a battery and whatever supplies we want. I’ve seen what the fireflies have.” Jessie couldn’t help but laugh at his request. She quickly silenced when her eyes met Marlene’s. She wasn’t taken aback by the man’s inflated ego. She was tired, and Jessie saw her leader surrender.

“Are you really saying yes to these guys?” Normally she wouldn’t dare raise her voice at Marlene, let alone question her, but today she did. Marlene let her head fall back with defeat.

“I’m not really in a place to say no, Jessica.” She shook her head and bit her tongue. “Do you know where the Museum is?” The two nodded their heads.

“I was near it on a supply run a few months ago.” Joel answered. Now that they had come to an agreement, their guns slowly lowered, still wearily holding them at their sides.

“Good. Take them there. They’ll be out of your hair after that.” Tess and Joel take a moment to look at eachother, silently making a life-altering decision.

“Fine. But the minute they cause trouble, they're out." His voice was low, gravely, and serious. Jessie rolled her eyes. Talking about her like she wasn't in the room inched her closer to giving him a piece of her mind.

"Jessica is fine. And she'll watch out for the other one." It was Ellie's turn to show her protest by mocking Marlene under her breath. Jessie pretended not to notice to avoid reinforcing it and returned her gaze to her lap. Her flannel was bloodied now, but at least she wasn't going to die. Her thigh throbbed under the tightness of the tourniquet as she attempted to stand, putting the weight of her body on the brick wall behind her. She turned her head to keep everyone hidden from the pain that was clearly shown on it. Ellie walked briskly over to help her stand, but despite her efforts, Jessie refused any help.

"M'fine." She grumbled, stretching her body for the first time. It certainly couldn't have been long since she was knocked out, but it felt like years. She turned to see the two had finally lowered their weapons and were waiting impatiently for them.

"Play nice, okay?" Marlene pleaded lowly, this time directly to Jessie. "I don't know what your history is with him, but it can't fuck this up. Got it?" Jessie's head hung low as she nodded. Marlene wasn't scolding her yet, but pretty much everything Marlene said came off as a criticism or warning. Marlene made her feel like that eighteen-year-old girl again, helpless at the bottom of a very tall ladder to the top. Twenty years later she had found herself in the same damn place. Working for someone who works for someone, who works for someone, who works for someone, and so on. She stayed for her own survival just like before but in a much more literal sense this time. It was still worlds better than FEDRA, though. Chicken sandwiches instead of mystery jerky, and, not to mention, you had free will in the fireflies. If you wanted to leave, go. Joel and Tess, however, were risking their lives leaving the QZ every single time.

"Yeah. Got it." Jessie tried not to sound defeated in front of Ellie, but she wasn't sure if it worked. She couldn't even look Marlene in the eye.

"Okay. Ellie--"

"Yeah, yeah, shut my mouth, do whatever the adults say, and don't get bit. Got it." Marlene shook her head at the girl's attitude and turned to leave. Jessie met the girl's gaze, sharing a smile as she tried not to laugh.

"Take your time," Tess called to them sarcastically. Ellie gave her a disinterested look before joining them at the other end of the hall. Jessie followed, throwing her bag over her shoulder that was previously on the dusty floor. To say she was in pain was an understatement, but she wouldn't dare show it. The tourniquet would have to work until she could properly dress her wound but even that wouldn't stop her from limping slightly when she walked.

"Stay close," Joel instructed as he forced the rickety door open. It only took one order and Jessie was already sick of doing everything he said. His attitude, his demeanor, everything put off hard-ass energy. With the pair's flashlights as the only source of direction, Ellie and Jessie followed them through the narrow mess that was the abandoned building. They could practically feel the dust in the air as they inhaled. The floors creaked underneath them despite their efforts to remain quiet. They weaved through the maze of debris and the long-forgotten furniture that resided there when everything was normal. Sometimes Jessie found herself imagining the original decorations and layouts of rooms, but it was hardly possible here. Nothing looked like it belonged after who knows how many people picked through it.

Ellie held on to Jessie's backpack as they followed Joel for an extra sense of security. Once they had almost reached the exit, Ellie leaned in closer.

"How do you know that guy?" She tried whispering, but the other two could definitely hear her in the quiet of the structure.

"I already said, he was just a customer." Jessie silently prayed that she wouldn't have to constantly explain the complexity of their past to her or anyone. He was different now and he had made it abundantly clear that it didn't mean anything to him. That certainly wasn't the case for Jessie, but she wasn't going to admit it. Her reaction to seeing him was embarrassing enough as it was.

"Yeah, I heard you. I wanna know what actually happened." If Ellie had a favorite activity, it would be reading her joke book, but her second favorite activity was listening to Jessie's stories about the world before. Ellie longed to know what it was like to live in what were now practically ruins of ancient cities. Jessie happened to know exactly what it was like to grow up as a pre-breakout teenager, and she had endless stories. It was a match made in heaven.

"There are some things you don't need to know, kid," Jessie replied shortly. The girl frowned behind her, deciding to pry at a later date when Joel wasn't within earshot.

A long time ago, Jessie was a naive college student. She met someone, fell in love too fast, and fell too hard. What did she learn? Love didn't exist. All the men she had ever met had only wanted one thing. Joel Miller was no different. All the romantic gestures, gentle touches, and perfect words were just bait that lured her further and further into his trap. She didn't want love to be ruined for Ellie as it was for her. So, Jessie kept the memories close to her chest and tried not to think of him whispering sweet nothings in her ear every time he was close to her. She tried to keep the image of him, flowers in hand at her door, or on top of her in his bed from flooding her mind, but it was no use.

This journey had hardly begun and it was already proving to be agonizingly difficult. Little did they know, it was going to get much worse.

#tlouhbo #tlou smut #tlou fanfiction #tlou hbo #tlou #tlou fic #tlou show #pedro pascal x oc #pedro #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x oc #joel miller fluff #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel the last of us #joel x reader

[bippot]

Summary: After a long day at work, Jake just wants to go home and be pampered by his girlfriend because he's been working so hard and they've got a busy day tomorrow.

Looking after his sister's little ones and a Halloween party is easier to deal with if his lovely girlfriend shares the responsibilities.

Tags: Established Relationship, First Meetings, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Massage, Halloween Costumes, Family Fluff

Song Recommendation: Monster Mash by Bobby Pickett

The Crew, Jake Martin Masterlist - here

(Ps. I know The Crew fandom is mostly dead but I had written this ages ago and thought, 'huh, why not post it?')

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That's what Jake was. Overworked. For the past couple of weeks, Catherine had him doing non stop interviews, fan meetings, and television appearances. Non-fucking stop. It was driving him crazy, and he knew it. He was exhausted. He hadn't had a day off in ages. He didn't think he could physically be able to take much more.

All he wanted to do was hurry home to his lovely girlfriend and become one with his indent on the couch for the next couple of hours. He could just turn his brain off and let Y/N give him as many smooches as she was willing to give him. That was how he got through most days.

Well, that's how he got through the days that she was home. Y/N was a comedian. A good one. Or at least that's what Jake thought. And that was what her legion of fans (who had a tendency to pry too much into her life) also believed.

To Jake, she was the funniest woman, no, person in the world. Not only that, she was the most beautiful human he'd ever come across, inside and out. This woman who brought joy to millions was his. He got to go home to the beautiful Y/N L/N. It was actually something that he couldn't even fathom. How did he get so lucky?

It wasn't luck. It was all thanks to one of his sponsors, 'Sweet Victory', which was a vodka brand that Y/N was fond of. So fond of that she managed to weasel herself a contract with them. In exchange for a lifetime supply of booze, Y/N had to star in a few adverts for the company. That was easy. She could do that in her sleep.

She had been the face of Sweet Victory for a while when the company decided to sponsor Bobby Spencer Racing. Y/N never understood why an alcohol supplier sponsored a sport that focused on driving. Intoxication and cars? Yeah, that is a great thing to endorse.

But, she got free shit and the chance to hang out with an incredibly cute pro athlete man? Fucking sign Y/N up. Apparently, someone's PR person thought it would make for a great chance to pair the two together. Comedy's rising starlet and the dashing playboy of NASCAR? It was a match made in advertising heaven.

Catherine had been a little hesitant at first. Jake's first commercial hadn't gone as well as she'd expected it to go. But he was on his own for that one. Y/N was seasoned when it came to being in front of a camera since that was her literal job. She was known to be easy to work with, so Catherine gave it the go ahead.

What she didn't know was that Jake had the biggest crush on his scene partner. It was weird. Jake never got nervous, but on the day he was supposed to meet Y/N, he couldn't help but get slightly ramble-y with nerves. He paced around Kevin's office, declaring with every step, "I’m not nervous. Not at all. But, what if I, like, look at her and just accidently recite her last comedy special. Word for word. Cause I know it. I do. I always watch it after a race to help calm me down. Should I tell her that? Or would that be weird?"

Kevin and Beth just stared at him. Their eyes followed every move he made. Jake was actually going to be starstruck. It had happened before when he heard that Ashton Kutcher placed bets on him coming in second (with Blaney in first, but he didn't like to think about that part), and he almost got so dazed that Kevin thought it would be unsafe for him to drive. In the end, Jake came twelfth and felt an intense shame that he let the presenter of Punk'd down. He couldn't let Y/N down that way. Oh fuck, that would be, honestly, the most awful thing in the entire world.

"She's, like, the funniest person ever," Jake sputtered.

"I thought you said I was the funniest person ever?"

"I lied, Kev!"

He stopped in place and tried to calm himself down, taking a couple of deep breaths before speaking again, "I'm good. I'm calm." He then remembered that he wasn't just going to see her, he was going to have to talk to her too. "Oh fuck, I lied. I fucking lied. I keep on lying. I don't know what to say to her. Maybe I can wing it, I don't know. What does she like? Movies? Books? What do I talk to her about? Is she a big reader? I'm dyslexic. Is that going to be a problem? What if I say something stupid?"

Of course, of course he was going to say something stupid. That's what he did. Every time. But, he didn't want to let Y/N down. He didn't want to become a segment in her act where she told an audience full of people how he fainted when he first saw her. Or vomited on her shoes. Or something equally as stupid, but also equally as embarrassing.

His little heart was racing, and not the kind of racing he loved. The adrenaline of the chase was second nature to Jake. This? This was hell. It was worse than the Kutcher situation. Jake was actually going to meet and spend an extended period of time with Y/N. He was going to stand in front of her and say, "Hi, Y/N. Love your work. I'm Jake, by the way. Just in case you wanted to know. Oh? You knew that. Right, right, right, because we have to shoot this thing and my name is on the call sheet. Of course." And then he was sure that his heart would just fucking stop. Maybe even explode.

Because Kutcher may be cool and handsome, but Y/N, however, was Jake's absolute dream girl. Pretty. Smart. Her job literally was to be hilarious. Yet, everything he heard about her was that she was incredibly kind - always volunteering at children's hospitals, paying off people's university debt, and that time that she called Piers Morgan out for being a twat on live television.

Yeah, to Jake, she was beyond perfect. Additionally, she had a great ass, which is always a plus.

"Take it easy, Jakey," Kevin reassured, but then got straight to the point. "We're going to need you to be on your best behaviour today. That means no trying it on with the nice comedian lady."

"I don't think I could if I tried," Jake said, feeling a little sick. Talking to her was enough. Flirting with her? Jesus, that would take some serious balls. Jake was great at flirting. He knew that. Women always loved him for it. But, he wasn't going to a word out with Y/N, let alone anything that was even mildly suggestive.

"You know what I mean," Kevin said, although it was obvious he was just humouring Jake. "Just be yourself today, alright? Yourself without all the pick-up lines."

What was he without his pick-up lines? Just some regular guy? Just another fun of the mill, totally jacked elite athlete? Just some dude who was getting paid a lot of money to stand in front of the camera with the girl he likes? It's a hard life. But, hey, someone has to endure it.

Beth got up from her seat, quickly making it to Jake's side to rub comforting circles on his back like his mother used to when he was young. She could feel how inconsistent his breathing was and started doing breathing exercises with him, telling him, "Breathe in. That's it. You've got it. Now out," over and over again until he was doing it normally. It worked for a moment.

Then he saw her.

As soon as he saw Y/N, his heart stopped. It was beating so fast that he felt like he was about to pass out. It took all of his discipline to not rush over to her and totally make a fool of himself. Catherine had just strutted past the window with Y/N right next to her, the pair idly chatting like they were old friends. She had a casual, open, happy expression on her face as he watched them through the window.

There was Y/N. There she was. Right on the other side of the wall, about five metres away. She was wearing a grey sweater and blue jeans. It was simple. Casual. Easy-going. But somehow it looked classy, even perfect. She looked so freaking cool. She was smoking hot. And to think, he was about to talk to her. What the hell was he thinking?

She saw him looking at her and gave him a small wave, sweetly smiling. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! "Oh my God," he mouthed, his eyes growing wide. He felt his mouth fill with saliva and his hands got much sweatier than they had to be. He was going to be sick. Or pass out. Or both.

"Alright, alright, settle down, Romeo," Kevin said. He put his hand on Jake's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. Kevin couldn't help but be amused by the way that he couldn't tear his eyes off of her, yet he still offered, "Maybe I should get Jake some water or something. You know, to calm his nerves."

While Kevin headed to the kitchen, Beth tried her best to reassure him, "It'll be alright, honey. You'll see. Once you talk to her, you'll be alright. She's just a person. Nothing more."

It wasn't working. He still looked terrified.

Kevin returned with a bottle of water and handed it to Jake, saying, "Here, drink this, alright? It'll help."

"Thanks," he said, his voice wavering.

Thinking she was helping, Beth offered the age old advice, "Just imagine her in her underwear."

Normally Beth wouldn't say anything that would cause anyone to picture a half naked woman, but they needed this sponsorship. They needed it. And a mess up on Jake's part might:

a) make the backers, well, back out.

b) get Jake into Catherine's bad books again - a place where he just managed to crawl out of.

c) make an influential celebrity have a bad experience with Bobby Spencer Racing and tell their audience about it, which definitely would mean that Jake would be replaced by Jessie in a millisecond.

d) all of the above.

Y/N in nothing but her panties? Oh, he'd already imagined that. He'd done that a lot. And now, he couldn't stop. His heart was pounding so hard that he thought it might explode out of his chest. His brain went into overdrive as he desperately tried to picture every single part of her in her underwear.

"Not helping, Beth!" he blurted out, unable to stop himself. He basically tore the cap off the water bottle and made it his mission to chug the entire thing.

Now the thing about glugging down water like a man who has been stuck in the Sahara Desert for a millenia is that it is really easy to spill it everywhere. Especially if something distracts you.

Say, if the door to the office opened and the very person you were freaking out about entered and smiled at you first because their eyes were immediately drawn to the fact that you looked like a complete idiot standing with one hand against the desk for stability - because if you didn't do that, you might fall - and the other furiously tipping all of contents of the water bottle down your shirt, would you manage to keep your chill?

Probably not.

Strangely, Jake did. As soon as he saw that grin of hers without the blinds of Kevin's office in the way and that goofy grin that was aimed at him, something happened. He wasn't nervous anymore. Not a single ounce of fear remained. In fact, he felt great. The best he'd ever felt. There were no butterflies or attempts to say anything, only to stutter out an incoherent mess.

Only the feeling of 'oh, this just feels right' and he didn't quite know how to explain it. It was like the feeling you get when you finally finish a jigsaw puzzle. It was cliché and soppy, but that's the only way he could think to describe it as. So yeah, he could do this. No, he was good to go. So good to go.

"Oh shit," he exclaimed looking down at the mess he made. Yeah, it had to come off. Without warning, Jake's fingers found the bottom of his shirt and he lifted it over his head, throwing it in Kevin's face when it was off.

"Jesus Christ, Jake," Kevin exclaimed, pushing the shirt from his face and shaking his head. Beth's mouth dropped open as she covered her face with her hands, while Catherine stared at Jake with utter confusion on her face. They'd hoped he'd at least say hello to her before popping his top off.

Jake, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm. Being shirtless was easy for him. If anything, wearing a shirt was the difficult part. He just beamed at Y/N as she made no attempt to hide that she was ogling him.

She couldn't help it. Y/N let none of them mistake where she was looking. Her gaze started at his right bicep then moved to his chest, then further down to his hips then up to his other bicep, only to finish at his face. He liked being the centre of her attention. He liked it a lot.

A light shade of pink coloured her cheeks as she looked at him in awe, and he felt his entire body grow hot and tingly. There was no denying that she was checking him out. And he was soaking it all in with a smug, wide shit-eating grin.

"I like your shirt," she joked with a small smile, and he felt as if he'd just won the lottery. "It's almost skin-like."

"Thanks. I made it myself," he retorted, then added with a cheeky grin, "I bet it would look good on you too."

Cutting the tension, Kevin cleared his throat awkwardly. "Why don't we show you around the garage while Jake finds something to cover his modesty?" he suggested, and Jake could practically hear Catherine's teeth grinding.

"If I have to," Jake said, then he shot Y/N a wink as he brushed past her, making his way out to grab a spare shirt from his locker in the gym changing room.

Calling after him, she flirted, "You don't have to."

And that's how it started.

He managed to keep flirting with her throughout the shoot. So much that she actually said, "Jake, you're going to have to stop. My face is too red already. Poor Laura has had to add more concealer four times already."

The entire time that she was in the garage, they had a back and forth. Every time he made a mistake, she laughed. Never in a mean way. She just thought he was funny. And cute. And charming.

"Really? I didn't even realise you had makeup on. I've been too busy getting lost in your eyes, just can't seem to help myself."

Leaning forward, she brushed some hair from his forehead and coquetted, "That's so weird because I swear I caught you looking down my shirt a minute ago. Do I have eyes down there too?"

"I'm not too sure. But you can always give me a better look later, if you want. I'm more than happy to get lost in any part of you."

Her cheeks were a bright red by now and she was trying so hard to look away, but his eyes were like magnets and she couldn't, she had to keep looking into them.

"Get a drink with me at the weekend?"

The weekend wasn't close enough.

"What are you doing after this?" she whispered in his ear, and he felt a shiver run up through his body, it was so erotic. He wanted to grab her and kiss her so badly. He could spend the entire day just kissing her.

What was he doing after the shoot? Knocking back a few drinks at his house with his ultimate dream girl? Yeah, exactly that. The moment he unlocked his front door and let her in before him, letting his eyes wander down her form as she surveyed his home, she turned around to ask, "So, what's your poison?"

She had a way of taking his breath away, of making him forget everything around him, even his own name. He didn't answer her question. He gripped her hips and tugged her so she was flush against him, claiming that, "We could always skip the drinks."

Seductively, she placed her hand on his jaw and brushed her thumb across his lips, her voice low and sensual as she faked innocence to inquire, "Well, what do you want to do instead?"

"I'm sure we can think of something," he replied, then kissed her deeply to prove his point. Her eyes fluttered shut as she melted into him. It took all of his willpower not to move his hands up and down her back and to simply take her right there in the foyer. No. He wanted their first time to be right.

He wanted it to be perfect. He wanted it to be so good, she'd immediately want more. And he'd give it to her. He broke the kiss and cupped her cheek, his thumb ghosting against her cheekbone. She stared at him for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face, before she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair.

No words were said, but they knew. As soon as they did this, there was no going back for either one of them. They'd be stuck on each other for eternity. And you know what, they were completely fine with that. If anything, they were overjoyed at the prospect.

Jake stepped away and gestured for her to lead the way to his bedroom. She let out a chuckle and reminded him, "Darling, I don't know where we're going."

"Oh fuck, I forgot that." He took her hand and led her to his room, smushing her against the wall outside and attacking her with smooches because he got too eager and couldn't wait any longer.

"I'll have to teach you how to be all gentlemanly," she teased.

"Oh, I already know how to be gentlemanly. It's just I'm not very good at it when it comes to you."

Hooking his hands under her thighs, he lifted her and began to make his way towards his bed. She quickly found the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it behind them. She didn't need words to communicate her desires. Everything was already obvious in her eyes. With her mind. With her body. He could spend hours just looking at her, worshipping her body.

Unable to stop himself, he instinctively muttered, "Boobies," when he saw hers. She just laughed at him, delighted that he had a tendency to say whatever was on his mind.

"Jake, are you going to put me down or are you going to keep staring at my boobs?"

They'd reached the bed and he'd been too preoccupied with her chest to even think about placing her against the pillows and sinking into her. She was staring down at him expectantly, waiting for him to start what he'd been dying to do for hours now.

"I'm going to put you down, but I'm not going to stop staring at your boobs," he replied, grinning from ear to ear. He did so, whipping his shirt off and playfully swinging it around before he moved on top of her. He made a big deal of kissing down her neck as his hands moved across her chest, a little disappointed that she still had her bra on.

She reached down and found his belt, undoing it as she moved him so that he was lying on his back and she was straddling his thighs. Before she tossed the belt to the side, she noticed the car emblem on the buckle and lightly dragged her finger over the metal and complimented, "This is very cute."

"Thanks," he replied, his eyes on her mouth as she pulled the fabric of his trousers down, revealing his underwear. He was rock hard. She slid her hand under the waistband and took him in her hand, using the precum that had already started to form to slide up and down his length. He gave a low groan of pleasure as she continued to use her hand to drive him crazy.

"God. Oh God," he murmured, his voice hoarse as his head rolled back into the pillow. He closed his eyes as his fingertips danced over the skin of her thighs, then moved across and grasped her ass through her jeans

"Tell me how good you feel," she whispered as she dropped down and lowered his underwear so she could take him into her mouth, licking the entirety of his shaft before she placed her lips over his tip. She sucked him gently at first, loving how it felt to feel him so deep inside her throat. Then, she changed it up and started sucking him with a bit more force, using her free hand to cup his balls as she did.

"Oh, so good. Fuck!" he answered, his hips bucking up into her. "Fucking yeah, so... you're going to have to stop or else I'm.... I'm, fucking hell, I'm going to come on your face, Y/N."

She pulled him out of her mouth and chuckled up at him as he squirmed. Reassuringly, she asked him to confirm, "I'm happy for that to happen. Or do you want me to stop, sweetheart?" He nodded frantically, his face reddening as he panted, eyes squeezed shut, body rigid with the effort of keeping his orgasm at bay.

Moving back up so she could check if he was okay, she brushed some sweaty hair from his forehead and slowly trailed her fingertips across his abs and chest, enjoying his heavy breathing.

"You're way too good at that."

"I'm just trying to impress you."

"Yeah. Consider me impressed," he laughed, bringing his hand to her neck to pull her lips onto his.

As they kissed, he took over the hand that was unconsciously playing with her boob and walked it down to her jeans, undoing them and shifting his hand into her underwear in no time.

"I'm going to take these off of you," he said, smiling when she bit down on his bottom lip.

"That sounds like a good plan."

Jeans and panties removed, he couldn't help but gaze at her body, drinking in the sight of her. He had every intention of savouring every moment of this, every detail of this magnificent woman, every bit of her.

Still, her bra was on. She noticed him looking at it with a little pout and leant on one elbow, using the other to fiddle with the clasp on her back. The moment it was undone, she slipped out of it and threw it at him, and he caught it with a grin.

Together, they said, "Boobies," as she knew that was just about to come out of his mouth. He knelt between her thighs and gripped onto her breast, kneading upwards so that he could rub his thumb over her nipple, making sure to keep his eyes open, drinking in her beauty and how she looked in his arms.

Honestly, she was everything he could have ever wanted and more. So, he did something he didn't usually do.

Going down on a girl to Jake is something that couples do. He doesn't know why that idea got in his head. Maybe it's because if he did it to one one-night stand, they might get the wrong idea and think he was super super into them and that would make it ultimately more difficult for them when he never spoke to them again.

Usually, he wasn't super super into them. Today, he was. And he was going to try his absolute hardest to make sure this wasn't just a one time thing.

So, he scooted back a little and started at her ankle, peppering sloppy smooches up her leg, taking his time to pay attention to every little part of her, loving the way it felt under his lips and his hands. The moment he got to her thighs, he licked a slow strip then slung her knees over his shoulders and got to work.

With his hands firmly driving her hips down so she couldn't squirm away from everything he gave her, he swirled his tongue around her clit, lapping at her wetness until she was rocking against his face and begging him for more. He added two fingers and gradually pushed them into her, loving the way she moaned and arched her back as he fucked her with his fingers while flicking her clit with his tongue.

As he drove her closer and closer to the edge, she started making loud, needy noises and desperately grabbed handfuls of the bedsheets, her movements getting faster and more desperate until she was thrashing about and couldn't help but cry out his name as she came.

"JAKE!" His name. Oh my god, she said his name. Well, he was the one who made her come, so...it was expected. He just thought he'd never get the delight before today.

He continued to lick her until her orgasm had slowed, before slowly pulling away and looking at her, eyes bright with a feverish lust. "Good?" he asked, smiling crookedly. She just nodded, too out of breath to speak.

With a grunt of satisfaction, he opened the top draw of his bedside table and asked, "Are you allergic to Latex?"

"Oh my god, you're such a whore," she joked and peered at his collection of condoms. He had every type under the sun. She saw a brightly coloured box and snatched it. "Woah, you've got Spiderman condoms? We're using these. I'm on the pill so I was going to tell you that you didn't have to, but oh boy, we have to now."

She shook one out of the box and tossed it to him. He didn't waste any time. He didn't even refute her claim that he was a whore, because, well, he had been. He'd been a right slut and that's fine. But maybe he'd have to change his ways.

"You don't mind that I've, you know, been around?"

"There's nothing wrong with experience."

Once he was wrapped up, he leant down and smushed their lips together so he could feel her moan on his mouth as he pressed his cock into her welcoming heat.

"I've been dying for you all day," he confessed and meant it. He'd never wanted anyone like this. He hadn't thought it was possible, but he wanted her. God, he wanted her so much his body was going to explode if he didn't slow the fuck down already.

So, he started slowly, taking his time to feel every part of her, to make sure she felt his every reaction. Slow, steady, agonisingly sweet, like he had the whole world to lose in her and he was taking it all in. It was the most amazing feeling in the world to feel her wrap her legs around him, to feel her start to move on him, to feel him pick up the pace and get more desperate with every thrust.

It was so much better than he thought it was going to be, having her wrapped around him like that, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his, the pounding of his heart keeping time with her own. It was a beat. It was a song. It was everything.

The intensity increased when she locked her arm around his neck and began to rock herself onto him, gazing deeply into his eyes as she moved. Her free hand came up to cradle his cheek, her touch light but firm and possessive. It sent such a delicious jolt through him that he wasn't sure how he didn't come right then and there.

Y/N moans were getting louder and louder until he felt her begin to contract around him, drawing him deep into her as she shook and came hard. He was right there with her, his whole body tensing and his own orgasm hitting him in a wave of pure, unadulterated joy.

Fully spent, he unceremoniously slumped on top of her with a loud groan and buried his head in her collarbone, breathing deeply as he fought to slow his heart rate and regain control of his senses. He usually wasn't much of a hugger after sex, but today was different. He felt a need to keep her close to him, to feel her pressed up against him for as long as he could.

"Stop it," she laughed as he nipped at the skin of her neck.

"Stop what?" he asked innocently, then kissed her neck again with more force, causing her to let out a moan and clutch the back of his head to pull him by the hair off her.

Ignoring how obviously turned on that made him, she warned, "We are on camera tomorrow; don't leave a mark."

Playfully, he surveyed her neck and grimaced, admitting, "You could've reminded me maybe...one, two, three..." He counted as many as he could see. "Seven, no, eight. Eight hickeys ago."

Eight love bites? That would be a task to cover up. She could get revenge and give him some but that would make it painfully obvious what had happened. If Laura the makeup artist thought it was difficult to cover Y/N's blushing cheeks, well, she was in for a real treat with the mess Jake had made on her neck.

"Can I make it ten? You know, who wants eight, when you can have ten?" he chuckled. Two more wouldn't make that much difference, would it? So, when she nodded, he proceeded to kiss her neck again. With a playful nip when he was done, he whispered, "That's more like it."

Comfortable silence filled the room for a moment as Y/N raked her hand through Jake's hair and stared at the ceiling, lost in her own world. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn't notice him gazing lovingly at her, watching her, waiting for her to look back at him.

When she finally did, he slowly leaned in to kiss her, a kiss so soft she doubted anyone had ever kissed her like that before. It was sweet and tender and completely different from the other ones. Those had been filled with lust, but this one had been different. This one had felt more like something. This one felt more like…well, like the sort that couples do. She felt him smile against her lips when she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. Her fingers wrapped around the back of his head as she pulled him even closer.

Then it hit him. Those others were out of need. In those moments, there was nothing else on his mind except from his need for her. This was because he wanted to. He wanted to kiss her like this, he wanted to hold her like this, he wanted to be with her like this, because he wanted her. Not just her body.

With a little bite on her bottom lip, he moved to press a chaste peck on her cheek and murmured against her, "Want to repeat this again tomorrow? I'll actually get you a drink next time."

"Throw in dinner and you've got yourself a deal."

"Deal."

They weren't surprised when one date turned into two, three, four... Before they knew it, bam, they were living together. A year had gone and Jake was still as hooked as the day he met her.

Recently, they'd both been very busy. Y/N had a couple of gigs across the country and had been travelling for the last few months, facetiming her man whenever they had the chance. When Catherine let him take some time off, Jake was with her, driving to wherever she was and sneaking into her shows. He'd seen her set so many times before, but it never failed to make him laugh.

Fans and media outlets had pieced together the relationship, but the couple hadn't outright confirmed it. There were always pictures of Y/N at Jake's races or Jake at Y/N's shows that people pointed to in an effort to prove their relationship. And, they weren't wrong.

But, she was home now. She had a couple of weeks free for a break, and he couldn't have been happier. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to get home from work to find her there. He'd almost forgotten how good it felt to just be in the same room as her.

Searching for her the moment he got inside, he found her taking off her makeup in the bathroom. She looked up from the mirror and they locked gazes as he immediately wrapped his arms around her from behind. When he felt her place her free hand on top of his as she continued to wipe at her face, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"Hey, baby."

Every time she called him that - and she did it often - he couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his face.

"I see you've lost the shirt already."

Of course he had. The minute he got home, the shirt was off.

"Did you miss me?" He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I missed you," giving her a peck on the cheek between each word.

Teasingly, she deadpanned, "Oh God, no," and was rewarded with a few annoying squidges to her waist, which caused her to squirm and jovially admit, "Okay, okay, I missed you too."

For some reason, he took the makeup wipe from her hand and teasingly rubbed it across her face, making her giggle. He couldn't help himself. The way her face scrunched up and her expression went as if she'd eaten something sour.

"Hey! Get off me, weirdo," she cheered, fidgeting in his arms and turning to face him in the hopes he'd stop his playful attack. The attack didn't stop, but it did get softer and slower, then she realised he was getting her makeup off for her. So, she relaxed her face and just let him do it.

Normally, Jake's touch was gentle. This was rushed. A little haphazard. That's what made her inquire, "How many cups of coffee have you had today?"

His answer was a mumbled, "Five or six..."

That was a lot for anyone, let alone someone as excitable as Jake, which is why she exclaimed, "Five!"

"Or six, yeah." He paid particularly close attention to her lips as he cleared away the last few remnants of the red lipstick she'd been wearing as he confessed, "Yeah, I had - what was it? - four in person interviews and five online ones. They kept asking and asking. I swear I could feel myself dozing off by the third question."

"So, you're about twenty minutes from crashing?"

"Probably twenty five," he corrected as he threw the wipe into the bin and placed her arms around his shoulders, bringing her closer to him with a swift tug. She gave a little sigh as she leaned in to pepper his cheeks with as many kisses as he'd let her with the final one landing on his lips.

With a smack to his ass, she ordered, "Come on, I don't want to have to carry you to bed," and walked into their bedroom, pulling him along with her. He remembered one night where they got drunk and she tried to pick him up. It went okay for a moment. She was holding his weight then, all of sudden, she sneezed and let go, causing him to plummet ass first into the ground. The pair had giggled about it, but now Y/N refused to even try just in case she dropped him again.

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At first, Y/N attempted to put their laundry away but Jake brought her onto his lap from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, claiming, "The laundry can wait, I can't." So, she climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs as she settled in and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands landed on her ass, as they usually did, and patted along to whatever song was going around in his head at the time.

"Did you wear such a thin shirt and no bra on purpose?" he asked with a smirk.

"Maybe," she teased back, and leaned down to give him a kiss, "Or, maybe it's laundry day."

"I'm going to believe the first option."

"So, you're going to believe the lie?"

Now he had noticed, he couldn't tear his eyes away, mumbling a small, "Uh huh," before tenderly touching his lips to her cleavage. As he shifted his hands up her body, he must've moved too fast and the ache in his shoulder reappeared.

Earlier in the week he'd managed to injure himself a little. Not a lot. A smidge. Jessie had made him jump when he was focused on the simulation and he'd twisted in a weird way. Every now and again, he'd get this dull ache in his shoulder. His trapezius, if he wanted to be specific. It didn't hurt exactly, just a tight, uncomfortable feeling that he couldn't get rid of.

The moment he let out a little groan and jiggled his shoulder around to relieve some of the pain, she noticed, got off him and ordered, "Face down on the bed, big guy."

"Y/N, my love, I'm fine," he objected, but complied with her order anyway, getting down into his underwear and flopping onto the pillows. They'd been through this routine before. Many times before.

After finding the oil that she always used, she undressed, straddled his butt and leant down to give the back of his shoulder a comforting kiss before she began to rub the oil all over his back. She warmed her hands up then began to give him a thorough massage, starting at his shoulders and working her way down. As she worked the oil into his skin, he could feel his stress melt away, leaving him feeling more relaxed than he had in days.

Jake was barely awake, but every once in a while, he'd mumble something about how much he loved her while she worked on relaxing his tired muscles, always checking if she was pressing too hard or too light. Anything that he wanted, she'd do.

When she was finally done, she let out a sigh of contentment. "There," she said as she straightened up, "How does that feel?"

"Much better," he sleepily answered, lying there as she wiped the oil off his back with a towel, then waited for her to hover a little so he could flip himself over to face her.

She let her fingers dance across his abs as she inquired, "Coffee's worn off?" He answered with a yawn. "That's a yes."

"Okay, smartass. Can you order food and wake me up when it gets here?"

"That's also a yes."

Without answering, he fell asleep with a smug grin, his body finally surrendering to the exhaustion weighing him down. She got off him and let him get some well needed rest as she dealt with everything she needed to do. (Then eventually procrastinated and sat watching tik toks until the delivery came.)

With a groan, Jake opened his eyes to find that he'd woken up and was surrounded by the smell of food. Y/N was perched beside him, slowly unloading all their wrapped food onto the duvet, being incredibly careful if anything was leaking.

"Hey," he murmured, lifting a hand to stroke her cheek. "You're pretty."

"I know," she said with a smile. "But, you're prettier."

"That's im-" He let out a yawn. "Impossible."

He stretched and sat up, still not fully awake as he surveyed the array of Mexican food she'd bought. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, they tucked in.

Halfway through a bite, she held out her phone to him and pointed out, "Look, someone made one of those fancam things of you." She pressed play on the tik tok and added, "It's very sexy. I bookmarked it."

"How did they even find this footage? This is from years ago," he mumbled through a mouthful of burrito. "My hair looks small."

"Your hair looks great. What the hell are you talking about, my love?"

The pair continued arguing about how nice his hair used to be until they'd both finished eating. The wrappers and containers were thrown on the ground as neither of them could be bothered at that very moment, and instead, they cuddled up and watched a movie.

Neither of them moved for a while. Well, until Y/N decided to do her skincare on herself and Jake since she'd come to the conclusion that he needed even more R&R.

"I love you, but you are not plucking my eyebrows again. That hurt so bad last time."

Rolling her eyes, she subtly placed the tweezers back into her bag and pouted, "Aw, you big baby."

Jake chuckled as he watched her rub he had no idea what onto his face. And then there was more. And more. And then it was the face mask. He knew what that was because she'd left one out once when they first moved in together and she'd managed to convince him that women shed their skin like snakes once a month. He had to Google if it was true or not.

So, the couple sat there, scrolling through the #JakeMartin tag on tik tok, enjoying all the little videos that people had made of him. On a few occasions, Y/N had said, "I'll save that one to gaze at when I'm missing you."

"Just facetime me, stupid."

"That's a good point actually."

Soon, she could tell he was getting sleepy again, so she made sure that all the lotions and shit that had been on his face was properly rubbed in and he was absolutely ready for bed. With the final kiss of the day, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her onto his chest, feeling as she said, "Go back to sleep, my love. We've got a big day tomorrow."

"Mm-hmm. Big day," he agreed, and let his eyes close. He was out in seconds. His soft snores were the cutest sound in the world. Y/N sighed and smiled, enjoying the moment until she joined him in the land of Nod.

They had a big day tomorrow, indeed. Tomorrow was Halloween. Catherine wanted to make it a big deal. She wanted Bobby Spencer Racing's Halloween Spectacular something that people tweeted about. Every member of the crew had to dress up (even Chuck).

No actual work was going to be done. None. That was mostly because children were allowed to roam around. Catherine said it was to "help inspire the next generation of kids to get involved with NASCAR", but it was actually a marketing strategy: children are a great way to make your brand seem authentic and family-friendly. All of the dangerous equipment had been tucked away and the place had been decorated like a candy world - Catherine clearly had just watched Wreck It Ralph.

Jake was in charge of entertaining the children, which he was great at. They'd ask him every dumb, childish question on their minds and he'd respond then ask one back that was just as immature. It was the perfect dynamic. Beth did keep watch just in case he said something that wasn't appropriate and would give him a disapproving look so he'd know to change course.

Then, in the evening to celebrate, the crew and their family members had a little get together. The crew was a family, after all. And, it was time to celebrate that together.

Waking up with a soft moan, Y/N immediately noticed how her hips were slowly grinding. Then she felt Jake's hands clutching at her thighs and his tongue gently moving against her clit. She ran her hands through his hair and gripped it, urging him on as he continued his lazy pace.

Sleepily, Jake lifted his head and met her gaze, smiling as he greeted, "Morning," then got back at it, sucking her clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. "You taste so good."

"You say that every morning."

"It must be true then." She arched her back and let out a small yell of pleasure as he increased the speed of his ministrations.

Carefully, he added a finger into her tight, wet channel and slid it in and out with deliberate motions, not going too fast as she'd just woken up and was still a little tender. His own hips began to move against the mattress, eliciting a loud groan from him as he increased the pace.

Glancing at the clock for a moment, Y/N pointed out, "Jake, baby, we haven't got enough time for two rounds. Either I come on your face and you in your underwear, or you fuck me. Your choice," and tugged on his hair so he'd stop to listen to what she'd said.

With a huff, he raised his head and got to his knees in between her thighs, pulling his boxers down to line them up and enter her, his hands cupping her breasts while his hips surged forward and pushed into her slick folds.

She tilted her head back and let out a long moan as he continued to work slowly in and out of her. Jake dropped his forehead to chest and began to frantically thrust into her, slamming his hips into hers in a series of slow, hard thrusts.

Her hand came up to trap his chin between her fingers as she stared deeply into his eyes, holding him in place, focusing on nothing but the heavy, perfect rhythm of his thrusts. Their moans and groans filled the space, reverberating around and awakening other parts of their bodies. It was a symphony of lust.

Pulling his lips to hers, she let out a moan against his mouth as pleasure overtook her with a quaking fury, and he fucked her harder, his length driving into her over and over. His orgasm hit him hard, and he buried his face into her neck, holding onto her as he came down from his high.

The final staggered, hard thrust made sure that he emptied into her, and they held each other tightly until they were both fully spent. They didn't move for a few short minutes, just enjoying the afterglow of their exertions.

"What do you want for breakfast?" He asked as he brushed some sweaty hair behind her ear.

"Hmm, I feel like a waffle."

"Waffles it is."

Y/N didn't bother opening her eyes when she heard Jake leave the room. She knew exactly where he'd gone. It was clear when he returned with two plates full of waffles and syrup. "Let's eat," he said, smiling as he placed hers on her lap and pecked her on the lips before sitting beside her.

"Let's."

Both of them tucked into the food, the conversation flowed easily as it always did when the two of them were together. No topic was too mundane, and no issue too serious. Jake was the most amazing company because he always had the answers. Hardly ever the right ones, but an answer nonetheless.

After they'd finished eating, Jake decided that he wanted to be difficult. He got back under the covers and tried to go back to sleep, but he could tell by Y/N's expression that that was not going to happen. "Jake. Baby," she cooed, her voice slightly patronising. "Catherine will murder you if you're late."

He rubbed his eyes and groaned, "I'd like to see her try."

Fine. She could amp it up. She trailed her finger down his bicep, claiming that "Jessie will probably get your spot when you're dead."

"No, she won't," he replied, his voice deep and sleepy. "I'll make sure of that."

Okay, the Jessie rivalry wasn't working today. It usually did. She would have to go further. "I guess without you around, I'd have to go back out on the market. But now that I've got a taste for NASCAR drivers, I can't go back. I wonder if Blaney is married?"

Just the mention of Blaney caused him to shoot back up and grumpily pull the duvet off, whining, "Fine. Okay. I can't have Blaney taking my woman," as he leant in for one more smooch before he got ready for work.

"Good boy," she praised, patting his reddening cheek once they had broken apart and beaming as he got dressed into his costume. "I love you."

"Love you too, Cara Mia," he retorted, waiting for her to get up so he could tug her into a passionate parting kiss. She didn't get up. She just got to her knees on the bed and craned her head up so he'd close the gap between their faces. Jake obliged, and she closed her eyes as his lips pressed to hers then 'accidently' lost his balance and fell on top of her.

Toppling backwards, Y/N had milliseconds of peace before Jake crashed onto her chest, pinning her down and smothering her with a deep, fervent kiss, acting as if he hadn't fallen at all. It was if he just wanted an excuse to kiss her more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and returning it with equal fervour. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and Y/N let out a small moan of pleasure then realised what he'd done.

"I see what you did there, Bubeleh. Very smart."

"Five more minutes," he replied, his voice husky and thick. "Please?"

"No, baby." She tried to ignore how he was now kissing up her arm. "Jake, you're going to be la-" He moved to her neck and managed to briefly stop her train of thought. She looked over at the clock. "Fine. Fine, five minutes. Just don't speed too much on the drive over."

He groaned in satisfaction. He'd won. She always gave in. She could never say no to him and they both knew it.

"Me? Speed? I wouldn't dream of it," he joked against her lips, fully taking advantage of the next five minutes while he had them, while he had her in his arms. He took his time, lingering over every part of her mouth, every sensitive spot he could reach until she was writhing and gasping and begging him for more, so he'd stay for longer, so he'd go further.

But no, as soon as the five minutes were up, she pulled away, her lips puffy as she slapped him on the ass and ordered, "Okay, now get out."

"One more?"

"No."

"Please, baby."

She got out from under him and pulled him to his feet, giving him one last peck before she pushed him towards the door. "Go. Now."

"Okay, okay," he replied, finally getting to the door and preparing himself to actually leave. "I love you," he called over his shoulder.

"I love you too. Now fuck off."

And fuck off he did. He got an ear full from Catherine for being late, to which he responded, "You try leaving your incredibly hot girlfriend every morning. It's difficult, okay?"

"So you're blaming Y/N?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

Whilst Jake was answering a litany of questions about what Disney movie was his favourite (Cars 2, duh), or was he older than twelve ("mentally, that's debatable," Kevin muttered under his breath), or where was his Morticia?

Yes, that is correct. Jake Martin came up with the idea to go as the wife-man himself, Gomez Addams. It could've just so he got to see Y/N in a sexy, goth look - it totally was - but as a woman-lover himself, he found a certain kinship between himself and the Spaniard. They both loved to get the ladies. Or rather, one lady in particular.

Where was his Morticia? Well, Y/N had the task of driving to Jake's sister's house to collect his niece and nephew as Jake had 'accidentally' offered to look after the little shits on Halloween, so Y/N was preparing for a lively ride to the garage. And as she had expected, the children had been given sweets before she arrived so they were experiencing a sugar rush.

Perfect.

All of her apprehension melted when she saw Toby, Jake's little five year old nephew. He opened the front door and ran out as soon as he saw her car pull up on the drive. "Y/N! Y/N! Look, I'm uncle Jake!" he basically yelled at her as she got out the door, immediately running into her legs and wrapping his arms around her thighs, squishing her into stopping her from continuing to walk.

"Hi, little man. Let me see your costume," she replied, crouching down to inspect his suit. It was practically perfect. It even had the huge 'Fake Steak' logo across the front. Mostly to herself, Y/N whispered, "Oh, Catherine is going to love this."

Picking him up so she could regain movement in her legs, Y/N lifted him up and placed him on her hip. He wrapped his arms around her neck as she carried him into the house, saying, "I asked mom if I'm allowed to drive like uncle does but she said no. I'm old enough. I think."

"You definitely aren't," Y/N cooed, making it through the front door to deposit Toby on the lounge room floor. He ran over to the toybox and began grabbing random toys, putting them in his backpack for the day. "Ah, Spiderman! Nice choice, Tobes."

Anne, Jake's sister, hurried in with a toddler in her arms, holding her out for Y/N to take. "I'm actually going to go crazy if I don't get ten minutes to myself," Anna huffed out, handing Y/N little Rosie. "They woke up at six this morning and somehow haven't stopped."

Rosie grabbed onto a handful of Y/N's hair and lightly tugged on it. Y/N made a dramatic shocked face as she looked at the kid, causing her to giggle. The two year old was in a onesie that looked like a knockoff of a very recognisable Dreamworks dragon.

"We'll be out of your hair in five, don't worry," Y/N reassured her, setting Rosie on her hip like she had done with Toby, which allowed her to reach into the tote she had on her other shoulder and pull out a bottle of wine. "You'll have so much time to enjoy it. You won't know what to do with yourself."

Taking the bottle from Y/N's hand, Anne kissed her on the cheek, exclaiming, "I have one idea now. You're a lifesaver. First you take my annoying little brother off my hands and now you've got full custody of my children."

"Only for today!"

"It's sealed forever. I'm changing the locks."

The pair continued to lightheartedly squabble for a few more minutes before Toby pulled on Y/N's sleeve and announced, "I've packed my bag and I want to show Uncle Jake my Lightning Mcqueen car because I know he'll like it."

"That's a great idea."

Y/N walked out of the house with the two children, getting them all buckled in before setting off and spending the whole ride back listening to a broad spectrum of Disney music. If she had to listen to the Frozen soundtrack one more fucking time, she'd put a bullet in her head.

Bobby Spencer Racing was a happy sight as they made their way in. Even Y/N was entranced by the new makeover. Everything was pastel, candy-like colours and Jake's car had been swapped out for a go-cart kind of thing that seemed to have large oreo looking wheels and a chocolate body. The way it was all decked out reminded Y/N of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

So, she declared to the kids, "Don't try and eat anything. I can assure you that most of it is plastic. Not nice."

With one hand she was carrying Rosie and the other was firmly attached to Toby's. Her grip on Toby vanished the moment he saw Jake, who was now standing in the doorway of the garage, a big, goofy grin on his face. When he saw the boy coming towards him, Jake crouched down and opened his arms. Toby ran straight into them, hugging him tight.

"Hey, buddy," Jake greeted, squeezing Toby back for a moment before letting him go to check out his outfit. Leaning his hands on the kid's shoulders to figure out what his costume was, the hugest grin appeared as Jake realised and excitedly exclaimed, "Me? You're dressed as me? Oh, man! That's the best Halloween costume ever!"

Seeing Jake and his nephew right next to each other made Y/N notice how similar they looked. Both had the same, wide, happy smile. They had the same hair. Nose. Cheekbones. The only difference was the eyes. Toby got those from his father. When they had a kid would their little tyke get Jake's eyes? Or Y/N's?

Woah. It had changed from if they had a kid to when.

"Which one of you is the real Jake Martin? I can't tell," Y/N joked as she got closer and whipped her phone out to take a photo. Jake turned Toby to face the camera and tickled him so he'd smile, his whole face glowing.

"Hey, babe." Jake gave Y/N a smooch on the lips, just a quick peck since there were children around. Toby shielded his eyes and let out a disgusted 'ew' at the display. "Where's your costume?"

Rosie was desperately trying to get into Jake's arms, so Y/N handed her over as she reminded him, "The plan always was that I was going to drop the kids off then get ready, or did you forget that?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot that."

From behind them, Kevin slapped his hands down on Jake's shoulders and teased, "Ol' Jakey has never been good at plans, have you, bud?"

Y/N could see that Kevin had managed to get his full costume on, a Captain America suit. He had the helmet on now, which apparently had been a struggle due to his huge head. But it was clearly recently bought at Party City.

As soon as Kevin saw Toby, he had to do a double take. No. Jake hadn't shrunk. His eyes widened and he cheered, "Oh, Beth is going to freak."

And since seemingly everyone had decided to congregate at the entrance, Beth gave a high pitched squeal as she reached out to touch the little boy's cheek, exclaiming, "You're a little Jake! You're so little. You're so cute. Let me show Amir." She took the boy's hand and led him inside to show him off to the rest of the crew.

Rosie looked up at her uncle and sneezed right on his cheek, causing Jake to scrunch up his face (an expression that looked very similar to the one Toby made when he saw the smooch) and proclaim, "Uhhh, thanks Rose."

Kevin took Rosie from his hands and brought her inside so Y/N could use a tissue to clean him up, softly tittering as she gently swiped the snot from his face. She took his chin between her fingers and tilted his head around, claiming, "All that skincare did so much good. You're looking so handsome, handsome."

Now there were no children around, Jake yanked Y/N closer to his chest and gave her a proper kiss, stealing her breath away and making her toes curl in excitement. He pulled back, grinning like a fool, and declared, "I can't wait to see you in that sexy, sexy dress."

"I thought you'd be more excited for the moment when you get to take it off me," she flirted, hooking her fingers in his belt loop and looking up at him with a cheeky grin.

He lowered his head and seductively whispered, "Oh, I booked tomorrow off just so I can take care of you all night," as he placed a kiss under her jaw, slowly working his way down to her collarbone.

She swatted his chest, playfully chastising, "Stop! You're going to give me a heart attack." She lightly pushed him away and walked back to her car, only turning around when he slapped her on the ass and called back, "I'll be back soon."

"You better."

Honestly, getting into her costume took longer than she expected. The zip at the back took the most time. It took some serious flexibility to get it all the way up. Then the makeup, which she'd been practising for a while, needed to be just perfect. It came to the point where it had taken so much energy that Y/N thought, 'Fuck it, I'm just going to wear trainers instead of heels,' because you wouldn't be able to see them under the dress, so who would know?

Arriving back at the garage a little later than planned, Y/N had managed to walk in the moment that the cameraman that Catherine hired to get some sweeping, corporate style shots had the lens pointed at Jake. He stopped listening to whatever Kevin said and completely forgot to breathe. Or at least that's what it looked like.

The moment he saw Y/N, he forgot everything else. Including, it seemed, his dignity as he spilled the drink he was holding out to Kevin all down his star spangled front. "Come on!" Kevin complained, wacking the driver around the head to wake him up. "What is it with you and spilling stuff when you see Y/N?"

"Oh, it's the love, I think," Jake explained, his eyes glued on Y/N the entire time as she saw Rosie toddling towards her and wrapped her up in her arms.

"Are you going to stand there drooling?" Kevin asked, giving the cameraman a huge grin as he realised that they were in frame. "Go get her, Romeo!"

Rosie was so happy to see Y/N that she let out a squeal and wrapped her arms even tighter around her neck. "Mwah!" Y/N bent down and planted a kiss on the top of her head, making her giggle. "How you doing Toothless?"

Nodding, the little girl started babbling nonsense as Y/N made her way towards where she thought she saw Jake on the way in, but was intercepted by Beth and Tobey on the makeshift dance floor.

"Woah, I've never seen shinier red slippers in my whole life, Beth."

"I added the glitter myself," she beamed back. No Dorothy was complete with a pair of ruby heels.

"Ah, that's why there's a trail coming from your office then."

Gently swaying Rosie to the beat, Y/N smiled and hummed along to the tune. She didn't seem to be the only one enjoying herself, judging by the happy faces and the slow, steady increase of foot-tapping and shoulder shimmying from everyone, even from a Frankenstein monster-looking Chuck who was lurking in the corner.

Amir was helplessly trying to wrangle his kids. One of them was trying to pull off the red bow tie he was wearing and the other was tugging on his sweater vest.

"What's Amir's costume?"

"Fear."

Chuckling because she thought Beth was joking, Y/N repeated, "No. I mean, what's he come as?"

"Fear from Inside Out."

Oh. That's fitting.

Jake made it to his girlfriend and couldn't help but wolf whistle as he took in the sight of her. Her dress hugged every inch of her curves perfectly and accentuated them. As expected, there was also enough cleavage to satisfy any guy's desire but, as much as Jake tried not to stare at it, he still couldn't control the urge and reached out to honk her boob.

"Children, Jake," she reminded him as she playfully slapped his hand away and continued dancing with a smile. "How long has the camera guy been filming?"

"Not a clue."

"Long enough to catch Jake drooling over you," Beth pointed out teasingly and nudged Y/N's arm.

It was at that moment that Rosie wanted to join her brother on the floor and wiggled until Y/N placed her down. Beth managed to deal with both of them and gave the couple time to themselves. As soon as they were childless, Jake gripped onto her hips and took his time to really absorb how hot she looked in her dress as it hugged her every curve. He ran his thumb along the material of the dress, feeling the silky smoothness of the fabric against his calloused fingertips.

"You like my costume?" She leaned forward slightly and gave him an exaggerated wink, causing him to chuckle and continue his exploration of her body. She tilted his chin up so he'd look into her eyes as she teased, "Better stop that before you get noticeably aroused."

His response was to pull her closer and gently sway them to whatever song was playing. She slung her arms over his shoulders, one hand beginning to play with the hair at the back of his head. And Jake, who seemed to be struggling to focus on anything but her, simply smiled and leaned his forehead on hers.

"Bet one hundred dollars that they'll have a little one by next Halloween."

"It would be stupid to bet against that, Kev," Beth scoffed as she ushered the children towards the buffet where Kevin was perched.

The pair had their moment then got back to their childcare duties and were happily helping to keep an eye on the kids. Rosie eventually got sleepy and almost dozed off standing up. Y/N managed to scoop her up before that happened and settled the girl against her chest, slowly rocking side to side with a slight smile on her lips.

"Jake, baby, I think it's time we get this one to bed."

Jake was sitting on the floor and incredibly busy sat playing with the toys Toby had brought, making various sound effects to go along with each item. Hearing her voice, however, he stopped immediately and glanced over his shoulder, his eyes widening upon seeing Rosie in Y/Ns' arms.

"Tobes, time to go, bud," Jake told his nephew as he gathered up the toys and placed them in Tobey's bag. He got to his feet and held out his hand, offering to lift the boy up into his arms, who accepted with a huge yawn and a tired pout.

They said their goodbyes and began the journey back to Jake's sister's place when the sibling in question called them.

"Me and Simon are..." Anna hiccuped. "We're fuckin wasted, man."

Luckily, both children were firmly asleep in their car seats and didn't hear their mother's profanity.

"Do you want us to take care of them tonight?" Y/N offered, knowing full well that's where the conversation was heading and it would be easier if they just skipped right to that bit.

"Jake...Jakey....baby brother, you've got to marry her," Anna slurred into the phone, her speech becoming slower as she went on. "She's so nice and smart and makes... Y/N makes you happy. Do something about it, shithead. Not tonight...no, you're looking after my kids tonight."

The line disconnected abruptly after that, leaving Jake staring at his phone.

"She's going to have an awful hangover tomorrow," Y/N joked before the atmosphere got awkward. Obviously, Jake had offered to drive and that left Y/N twiddling her thumbs in the passenger seat, waiting for him to say something.

"Anna's right, you know, I should do something about it." His voice was quiet and gentle as he gazed across at her. Jake took his hand off the gearstick and reached for her hand, taking it between his own, giving it a gentle squeeze which she returned. "You make me really happy, Y/N. You always have. You know that, right?"

Her heart did a little skip as she felt the heat rising to the skin on her cheeks. She didn't quite know how to react, or even how to respond to something like that. But, she tried as she replied, "You make me really happy too, my love."

She didn't miss the way his lips turned up into a small smile and how he squeezed her hand again, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand in a soothing motion. The two stayed like this for a while, smiling and gazing into each other's eyes with fond smiles on their faces. The only sound was the faintly music coming through the radio, making everything feel calm and peaceful.

Eventually, Y/N broke out of her daze and the silence, "My office has that sofa bed. It's low and that's best for Rosie if she wants to get out of bed for any reason. Tobes can take the spare room."

"Sounds perfect. Honestly, I'm exhausted," he admitted, rubbing his eyes and leaning his head back against the headrest as he sighed contently. "Just wanna sleep in my comfy bed and watch some TV."

"Then that's what we'll do," she promised, kissing his cheek and then another then another. After several more kisses were planted on his face, all while he let out groans from happiness and contentment.

"Baby, you're making it real hard to drive," he chuckled softly as he put both hands on the wheel. Y/N didn't reply, merely continuing to pepper his face with kisses, which caused his laughter to intensify. They arrived home in record time.

After unloading the car of the sleeping toddler, they carried her inside and laid her down on one of the many pillows scattered on the couch. Jake was quick to follow with Toby in his arms, settling the boy down beside his sister. Y/N was about to start setting up the sofa bed when Jake quickly grabbed onto her waist.

"Wait," he mumbled sleepily before pecking her lips softly. He had one of those big, fancy L couches and the idea, "Why don't we just let them sleep here? They can have that part." He pointed to the normal couch bit. "And we'll have that part." The chaise lounge bit.

"You are a genius, anyone ever told you that?"

"Nobody."

With one swift tug, Jake pulled Y/N close to his body and wrapped one of his arms around her waist as he rested the other against her cheek to brush strands of hair away from her face, his thumb caressing her soft skin. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes and basked in each others' presence without saying a word. It was Jake who spoke first, voicing the thoughts that were running rampant through his head.

"Marry me?"

A bright grin formed on Y/N's lips as she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his once more in a loving kiss which made his knees weak. A moment later, Jake finally managed to break apart and looked at her expectantly with an adoring gaze. Her smile softened as her heart soared, unable to believe he actually asked her something like that.

"Yes," she breathed out. "I will gladly marry you."

"Really?!"

"Yes, you idiot."

As usual, her arms snaked around his neck and he pressed their foreheads together as they shared a tender kiss, filled with affection and passion and so much love. Y/N felt herself getting lost within this moment of joyous love and warmth and found herself being consumed by the purest kind of ecstasy as she allowed herself to drown in the euphoria he gave her with every single touch of his lips, every word spoken between them.

"Oh shit, I really am a wife-man now."

He finally let her go and get some blankets for the children. She was sure to hurry back to the couch once she had taken off her makeup and had the blankets in her grasp, and settled down next to Jake so they could cuddle. She wrapped her arms tightly around his torso, and pressed her body against him, listening to his heartbeat. His fingers traced lightly up and down her spine as they held each other, revelling in the feeling of being together in this simple act of love.

"Sorry I didn't do a whole big, dramatic proposal thing. I just had to know. Was I supposed to wait? Should I have bought you flowers, or something? Is that what people usually do?" he rambled on as he buried his nose in the crook of her neck. He knew there wasn't a doubt in his mind she loved him too. Just like she loved every part of him - his flaws, his strengths, his feelings.

Y/N kissed the top of his head and squeezed him tightly, letting out an amused laugh. "You're not changing your mind already, are you, baby?" She teased with raised eyebrows, grinning as his eyes widened and he shook his head fervently.

"Fuck no, never."

He leaned down to capture her mouth once more, pulling her closer as she responded in kind. She moved her hands to his cheeks and deepened the kiss, wanting to keep touching him forever. Eventually they reluctantly parted for air, but they remained within the same bubble of bliss, unable to think of anything else but each other. As though it were all that mattered in the world.

"Gross."

The pair whipped their heads around to find Tobey awake and sitting up on the couch, with a disgusted frown on his features. They laughed together as he scrunched up his tiny face and stuck out his tongue.

"You wanna watch some TV, Tob?" Jake suggested.

"Hell yes!" He exclaimed - waking his sister up - as he swung his legs over the side of the couch and jumped to the floor to waddle over to sit on Jake's chest, hugging him tight. "Can we watch Scooby Doo?"

"Great choice."

Rosie crawled next to Y/N and rested her little head against her auntie's shoulder, curling up like a ball and drifting back to sleep. Jake smiled as he watched them, feeling like he'd finally found someone whom he belonged to and who belonged to him too. Someone who cared about him. And he couldn't ask for anything more.

#the crew #jake martin x reader #jake martin #Youtube

[ayowuzap]

Yes i was rereading and reached at around 756 now while making the chapters for part two pile up since last last month fuck everything

Bg: Cale suddenly got transported to the sealed god's "tests" in the temple because of something idk and that was somehow the god of death's fault so now he"s trying to fix shit up. This particular scenario that i thought of around 1 - 2am that hasn't stop haunting me was the Wrtah Test. (I finished the scrap thingamajig at around 2:30 just in case ya'll wanna know don't judge me please)

Ps. I tried to stay loyal to the novel's/author's way of writing so i appologize in advance if its wonky don't also @ me with the grammer since like i said its fuckibg 2am help me

"Jack, Mary and Bud Illis."

Their eyes widened as Cale mentioned their names that they couldn't utter out loud  before.

It was understandable. They were gone after all.

"Those three are doing well."

However what the Cale whom they didn't know very well and had complete balance because he had the wood ancient power said the complete opposite.

"What..."

Hannah mumbled out subconsciously, completely flabbergasted as she heard her dead brother's name and being mentioned as if he was alive.

No, as if he didn't become a sacrifice in the first place.

"You- You aren't lying are you?"

"No. I have no reason to lie about something like this."

Hannah could not help but be doubful. However, Cale understood her feelings.

"That's great."

Tasha commented in a sorrowful yet joyful voice.

"That's really, really great."

Tasha smiled sadly as she gently closed her eyes shut as if satisfied.

"Mm."

Glenn Poeff whom Cale had known as one of the people who was a survivor of Poeff Household and the Assasins Housholds, and most importantly as Bud's ally and companion, hummed and clenched his fists.

Cale looked at them tiredly and looked at the ceiling while still holding the paper Cage gave him earlier and while still stepping on the God of Death's divine book.

Cale then spoke.

"Mourn."

They flinched as their eyes shook violently at the unexpected yet expected response.

"Remember, let go then mourn."

Cale said his thoughts out loud.

He could not help it.

He had lost many people in the past as Kim Rok Soo and had become quite familiar with the feeling of sadness and mourned, albeit very late.

"If you still can't accept it yet. Mourn some more. If you can't anymore or don't want to, that's fine too. No one will rush you nor judge you."

"They'll understand too."

Tasha's face had become blank as Hannah's expression broke and Glenn brought his clenched fists towards his mouth, shutting his eyes to orevent himself from tearing up.

"And well, I..."

Cale theb turned his toward them with a sorrowful, understanding expression yet with a bright, satisfied smile.

"I may or may not have learnt this the hard way."

He smiled even more as he remembered his conversations with the other Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo that he met in the other "test" and his conversation with the team leader he knew when he was going to give him his Embrace ability.

However, the others saw this both correctly and incorrectly.

He looked as if he had gone a lot through- (leaving this blank for now)

--- (leaving this blank for now)

"Mary..."

"Oppa...!"

"Ugh."

Hannah wailed, holding onto the robe she's wearing that is originally her brother's robe that he had always wore before he died, as Tasha fell down to her knees and sobbed and cradled her face while Glenn clenched his eyes shut even more as he bit his lip until it bled and...

They mourned.

Imma edit this later but for now imma cry myself to sleep gunayt-

#trash of the count's family #cale henituse #hannah tcf #tasha tcf #glenn poeff #sealed god's temple test #wrath test #jack tcf #mary tcf #bud illis tcf #everyone else is there they're just not mentioned lol #i need to sleep #i seriously need to sleep #yet here i am with the tags #abusing my phone notes privileges lol #pain #i nearly forgot lmao #tcf #whoops

[donnerpartyofone]

Woke up with this intense urge to email a boyfriend I had almost 20 years ago, the only good one before my husband, and apologize for being so insensitive and immature then. I wasn't at all aware that I was a bad girlfriend at the time because that's just how stunted I was, but looking back it's really obvious that he deserved better. I don't know about these kinds of apologies, though, the ones nobody asked for. I'm sure I hurt his feelings, but we never talked about it. I don't know if he would care one way or the other or if he's even thought about it in the modern era; bringing it up would mainly be a selfish act on my part to try to make myself feel better. I mean I think he deserves the apology, assuming he had a use for it, but he doesn't deserve to be embroiled in my annoying struggle to deal with my personal history. We were kids then and I'd like to think he's doing great things with his life; he was a terrific person with a lot of talent and friends who loved him. And of course, I finally figured out how to be responsible for a strong, healthy relationship, even if it took me like 30 years to get there. I don't think I'm interested in being back in touch with my ex in a more general way, it could be kind of unseemly to make a past romantic connection part of my present, especially from that long ago, like what's the point. And I probably wouldn't love it if my husband did something like that, with someone who left such a huge mark on his life. But sometimes I wish my ex knew that at some point I finally understood that I took him for granted and didn't think enough about his feelings, and I know that if I had managed to keep him in the long term it just would have held him back in life. He had a lot to offer, and I just needed a fucking therapist.

PS It's funny how there are people who I would like to apologize to for being an asshole back in the day when I had less self-awareness and less self-control--but none of them are the few people who have SAID I owe them an apology for something, who always seem to be picking psychotic fights with me for dishonest reasons and making shit up to spread behind my back and trying to force me into situations I'm not comfortable with no matter how loudly I say no, and generally proving that THEY actually owe ME a fucking apology!

[jorzuela]

Hi, sorry to bring up old stuff but I had stopped being active in the phandom around 2018 so I didn't hear about this whole ben and christine issue? If you don't mind explaining, what was the problem? I'm just curious lol

Hi, no problem! Apparently back when the 4 met with Safiya and Tyler in comic con and we saw all of them happy and together, there was a small moment that apparently ben in particular was very annoyed by. This was at the same time of holo taco coming out and they were high on stress so ben was just recording things behind the scenes left and right.

As you know dnp don't like to be sneakily recorded in spaces where creators are supposed to be able to relax, unless you ask for permission. Well ben was a bit to the side recording them speaking with Christine and their manager scolded him a bit, like don't record them here.

We never knew about this until this year when they did an episode of their podcast reacting or discussing Dan's video "why i quit youtube" in which they mentioned this, particularly ben who was mad with seem like Dan was in some sort of power trip, also as i remember it, i understood that Dan was the one to ask him to stop filming him but whatever. Then they said they understood some of where Dan was coming from, but completely disregarded all of the gay elements to the video: dan being used as a queer representative to save youtube face and make them seem inclusive, they kept pushing all of these things on him while dangling projects that he had been working on being finally greenlit "in exchange" (they never said so, but you know, Dan couldn't exactly say no). They basically said, mostly Ben but Christine didn't disagree, that Dan sounded like he felt entitled to the projects and to having work handed to him by youtube. Like they basically called him spoiled just in different words.

This episode is still up and you can hear their opinions, read the comments under it and see that they never addressed people's comments at all. Their channel is called simply podlogical

Ps: it sounds v fake that they posted a lot about having fun with them when it was convenient and years later it sounds like they didn't really liked Dan all that much. Miss me with that shit.

#yani got an ask #the projects dan felt obligated to fulfill for youtube were a live charity stream while he was in hiatus #the UN livesession with the weird therapist that worked with shane dawson #and I'm forgetting another one #basically Dan was still processing a lot and didn't want to be in public at the time and he was working on these projects a lot #and on his book #he pushed everything off for these projects and danced like a monkey for youtube to just ghost him #and they call him entitled

[westrangecollectionkoalaposts]

Reading HOFAS:

ps;. I didn't HOSAB, anyway...

CH 1

First, Bryce is in a cell in Hewn city, and she was taken there by winnowing, yet didn't Azriel took her to the House of Wind? so how did he winnowed from there to somewhere else if the HoW has unbreakeable spells againt that... or did Nesta asked House to change some stuff so she can get tf out when she wants? 🤔

Rhysand, he’d called himself. The one who looked so much like Ruhn.

Poor Ruhn.

Then Amren start talking, when Rice is right there, like, just get in Bryce's mind and saves everyone time...

Rhysand murmured to the winged male beside him. Translating, perhaps.

Just translate is telepatically. No, better, why don't you just "dowload" the language in their brians like professor Xavier does?

The female went on, “If you are to be believed, how is it that you came here? Why did you come here?”

Why is the goblin making the questions? You have a master of interrogation (that should be supposed to know how to interrogate without torture) and a weak xmen right on your side.

The walls and ceiling pushed in, squeezing the air from her lungs. Rhysand lifted a broad hand wreathed in stars. “We won’t harm you.” Bryce found the rest of the sentence lurking within the dense shadows around him: if you don’t try to harm us.

"unless your arm is broken and the bone exposed..."

So Bryce fixed her eyes on the female, the smallest but by no means the least deadly of the group.

No powers, don't remember if she fights, i think she doesn't, she is exactly the least deadly of the group, a well done kick and she goes away flying.

“What … You mean the Starsword?” Another link between their worlds. All of them just stared at her again. An impenetrable wall of people accustomed to getting answers in whatever way necessary.

If the group's telepath used his oh-so-rare-power instead of using the opportunity to train a new language, they would have gotten the answers already...

Then ok, Bryce starts inventing a story about how she got there and the sword,

Silence. Then the silent, hazel-eyed warrior laughed quietly. How had he understood without Rhysand translating? Unless he could simply read her body language, her tone, her scent— ...

Rhysand glanced at him with raised brows, then translated for Bryce with equal menace, “You’re lying.”

So, someone give up speaking a new language, also why is Azriel, the non-telepath here being the lie detector?

After that Bryce tells them the truth.

“I just watched my mate and my brother get captured by a group of intergalactic parasites,” she snarled. “I have no interest in doing anything except finding a way to help them.” Rhysand looked to the warrior, who nodded, not taking his gaze off Bryce for so much as a blink. “Well,” Rhysand said to Bryce, crossing his muscled arms. “That’s true, at least.”

SJM, why is the telepath confirming if someone is lying or not with a non-telepath? Also, isn't Mor a lie detector? just call her and end this shit quick.

The female noted her hesitation and said, “Just look in her mind already, Rhys.”

Finally someone said the common sense.

I do not pry where I am not willingly invited.

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ACOTAR:

“You have seconds, Rhys,” Tamlin warned. “Seconds to get out.” “If I were you, I wouldn’t speak to me like that.” Against my volition, my body straightened, every muscle going taut, my bones straining. Magic, but deeper than that. Power that seized everything inside me and took control: even my blood flowed where he willed it. I couldn’t move. An invisible, talon-tipped hand scraped against my mind. And I knew—one push, one swipe of those mental claws, and who I was would cease to exist.

“I’d forgotten that human minds are as easy to shatter as eggshells,” Rhysand said, and ran a finger across the base of my throat. I shuddered, my eyes burning. “Look at how delightful she is—look how she’s trying not to cry out in terror. It would be quick, I promise.” “She has the most delicious thoughts about you, Tamlin,”

ACOMAF

“You’re prone to digging through my head whenever you please,” I said, stabbing a piece of melon with my fork. “I don’t see why you’re surprised by it.” “Only occasionally will I do that. And I can’t help it if you send things down the bond.” ... My innate talents allow me to slip through the mental shields of anyone I wish, with or without that bridge—unless they’re very, very strong, or have trained extensively to keep those shields tight. As a human, the gates to your mind were flung open for me to stroll through. As Fae … ”

“How many other minds have you accidentally slipped into?” Lucien— “Lucien?” A short laugh. “What a miserable place to be.” A low snarl rippled from me. “Do not go into my head.” “Your shield is down.”

ACOWAR

“If you want proof that we are not scheming with Hybern,” Rhysand said blandly to them all, “consider the fact that it would be far less timeconsuming to slice into your minds and make you do my bidding.”

ACOFAS

Likely wealthy young bucks out for the night. I reined in my scowl as Rhys’s voice filled my head. Mind your ownbusiness. Your sister is handily beating them at cards, by the way. Snoop

ACOSF

Nesta shot to her feet. “My life is not your concern, or up for any sort of discussion.” “Sit down,” Rhys snarled. The raw command in that voice, the utter dominance and power … She could have sworn something like pain had etched itself across his face

Eris closed the book, watching Cassian drop into the seat opposite him. “I suppose you want to know what I told Briallyn.” “Rhys already looked into your mind. Turns out, you didn’t know much.” He gave the male a slashing grin.

There are more but i won't be searching it right now.

May I look in your memories? To see for myself? No. You may not. Rhysand blinked slowly. Then he said aloud, “Then we’ll have to rely on your words.”

Such a gentleman, an example of person

The corner of Rhysand’s mouth curled upward. “We will not torture it from you,

It means he will order Azriel to do it.

nor will I pry it from your mind. If you choose not to talk, it is indeed your choice. Precisely as it will be my choice to keep you down here until you decide otherwise.”

Wow, the choice giver feminist king

“The Asteri. I told you—intergalactic parasites.”

Is SJM-verse also star wars or MCU now? is the planet Prythian is in named Asgard? where are the rebels and the Empire?

He snapped his fingers again, and the blood, the dirt on her, disappeared. A stickiness still coated her skin, but it was clean.

From every single thing in acotar series, SJM remembered how the cleaning magic that doesn't clean properly works, now i am surprised.

Amren angled her head, sleek bob shifting with the movement. “A tax on your magic, taken by ancient beings for their own nourishment and power.” Azriel’s gaze shifted to her, Rhysand presumably still translating mind-to-mind. But Amren murmured to herself, as if the words triggered something, “A tithe.”

Jesus, the astheri eats souls and power, also, Amren, you are such a genious 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

She swallowed again. “Midgard is only the latest in a long line of worlds invaded by the Asteri.

They are also Galactus

“You know my sword by a different name, but you recognize what it is.” Only Amren nodded. “I think it’s because it came from this world,” Bryce said. “It seems connected to that dagger somehow

But how did Az got the dagger? is he like 1/17 or something starborn or whatever?

...And, as far as I know, there were only three planets that were able to kick them out—to fight back and defeat them.Hel, a planet called Iphraxia, and … a world occupied by the Fae. The original, Starborn Fae.”

“You know my sword by a different name, but you recognize what it is.” ... “I think it’s because it came from this world,”

“So you believe,” Amren said slowly, silver eyes flickering, “that our world is this third planet that resisted these … Asteri.”

What the fuck did she just told you, Amren?

Bryce could have sworn Rhysand’s golden face paled slightly

Can rhyand change his skin color at will? at each book he has a different skin tone, book one he is as pale as a paper, book 2 he is tan, then at some point he got dark brown, now he is golden skin, his next appearence is going to be what? pale again? blue avatar? is sjm just forgetting again?

How to begin describing guns or brimstone missiles or mech-suits or Omega-boats or even the Asteri’s power?

Avatar (2009)?

She extended her hand to Rhysand. “I’ll show you.” Amren and Azriel cut him sharp looks. Like this might be a trap

Don't you guys remember what he did to the summer's last high lord before Tarquin took place? Amren you even called him ugly right in Tarquin's face.

“Guns,” Bryce said, pointing to the rifle Randall fired in her displayed memory, landing a perfect bulls-eye shot in a target half a mile off. “Brimstone missiles.” .... Rhysand mastered himself, a cool mask sliding into place. “You live in such a world.” It wasn’t entirely a question. But Bryce nodded. “Yes.” “And they want to bring all of that … here.”

Imagine if humans at the continents down to Prythian's planet north hemisphere alredy have that kind of stuff but even more technological, like, kinda cyberpunk to the point there are devices that make a magnet camp that can turn off magic or something like that.... idk just would find that interesting🤔🤔🤔

Bryce examined the silver bean that lay smooth and gleaming in her hand. Amren said without looking at her, “You swallow it, and it will translate our mother tongue for you. Allow you to speak it, too.”

I have saw that somewhere else but don't remember where.

Azriel was already poised over her, that deadly dagger drawn and gleaming with a strange black light.

And then it goes to her hand like mjolnir returns to thor's hand

“Put it away, you fool,” Amren said. “It sings for her, and by bringing it close—”

Don't put away Az, I want to see the mjolnir dagger working.

Amren turned to Rhysand and said in that new, strange language—their language: “The glowing letters inked on her back … they’re the same as those in the Book of Breathings.”

They once again assessed her. Three apex killers, contemplating a threat. Then Azriel said in a soft, lethal voice, “Explain or you die.”

Soft voice? Own, he is so cute treatening, such a kitty hissing 🥺😺😺

#spoilers #hofas #cc3 spoilers #house of flame and shadow

[emmawithtwoms]

I'm gonna be fucking rude bc I'm fucking tired of ppl, so tw or whatever the fuck

OK SO, I truly hoped I didn't need to make a post like this, but people need to SHUT THE FUCK UP ON THE INTERNET.

I'm tired. If your goal is to be mean, don't go into the internet.

If your goal is to annoy people, don't go into the internet.

If you can't do a fucking mediocre job at a reading comprehension, DON'T GO INTO THE INTERNET.

I posted a funny video on TikTok some time ago, it was about my dad chating and gossipping with my friends while smoking, so nothing bad right? Nobody would think to comment something mean below that video right? I mean, it's just fun, people aren't that dumb right?

WRONG, FUCKING WRONG JESUS CHRIST

I've had people commenting on my dad's look. My dad, a 54yo medic who (along with other things) spends every day, oh, I don't know, SAVING LIVES???? that's not the point, ANYWAY: my father has a Hernia in his lower abdomen, that means his belly is VERY pronounced, like, he looks really fat (DON'T FUCKING COME AT ME FOR USING THE FAT WORD BECAUSE THAT'S NOT THE POINT AND Y'ALL KNOW IT), and people commented on that, saying that we were promoting a unhealty lifestyle, that it was not fit for being posted on social media, that he should go to the gym and shit.

now, babes, I think a moncellular bacteria could predict what I am about to say, and an ameba would have understood that these comments were useless, but still:

1- We don't give one (1) fuck about what u think.

2-If you don't wanna see that content, just fucking scroll.

3-Get a fucking life that's not so miserable that you feel the need to comment hurtful things under other people's videos just so you can feel a sparkle of power in your truly sad life.

I am fucking tired of people who do not know how to behave on the internet.

If you are a pathetic excuse of a man whose only joy comes from saying anonymous things on the internet againist strangers because you feel worthless and emasculated, then you should take you head out your ass, unplug you internet, read a book and start working a bit on yourself.

Hate is damaging, it impacts on your hormones productions, it creates more bile and that busies your liver, who can't substain that stress, overworks itslef and develop a tumor. You are killing yourselves by hating (And making my oncologyt dad richer, you fucking dicks)

ps: I offer grammar lessons for middle school kids, in case someone doesn't understans the meaning of this post and is going to hate in the comments

#hate #internet #tiktok #polemics #comments #hate comments #i'm fucking tired #get a life #sad #angry #dad #mean #tw #cw #bad words #lots of bad word #internet behaviours #please #rude #pathetic miserables excuses of men #tumblr #instagram #i hate this #shut up #social media #social justice

[nityarawal]

Sent to new fake boss on chauffer bad check scam at PNC bank & BBVA artificial Intelligence Centers.

To my family after the 6 year apartheid war. 

Do you care? Lol

Probably not. 

But this is reason to work. 

Do you have kids?

Peace,

Nitya

#4BillionMothersStrong 

Going to bed for first night in my art shack! Laundry clean! 

Wish you were here! I love you! Xo

Nitya

PS Mom- There's another 1 bedroom available for $500. 

Would you be able to send Anj & Isha? He can have the bigger one or kids together? 

This can be moved next to it! 

Or we can make one bedrooms & one living quarters? 

Miss you! Xo 

Nitya

Hey y'all have you googled mom's name lately?

Mitra with Sun!

Wow- There's thousands of wonderful new stories since last we checked. Haydn didn't believe it meant Sun.

Isn't that bizarre someone who knows Farsi, studies planets, went to Iran etc would say something so dumb? He doesn't appreciate nor understand Persian poets either. Mind Boggling.

Bobba knows he's Varuna! Lol

Every Christmas the lovers celebrate their anniversary.

It's divine.

I miss you so much. Mitra got me.

Thankyou Mommy.

You know she's even compared to Christ? Some mythical jealousy with Mitraism.

A mystical knowing that rivaled Christianity.

We are so very lucky mom. I pray you're all feeling ok.

I enjoyed first night in my dressing trailer!(: 

It's getting very cute and I'm enjoying paint box possibilities.

I left a patched wall rustic with board and want to paint an American flag on it.(:

Swedes do these barn house style paintings that are really epic.

Helen's sis had one in the only black Swedish house in the village.

Do you remember?

Do you hear from any of my bffs & sisters.

Worried for Zivit.

Any news I'd be grateful for.

I lost touch with many loved ones in lame Facebook wars.

Elon has a divine new Joe Rogan pod f/ yesterday you must hear!

He's doing AI conference & praying he heard the prudes and our beloved family.

It was King Reza Shah's II birthday yesterday.

Great party.

Persians brought it celebrating their beloved King.

It felt like the globe danced and rejoiced for our lineage.

He's only leader never criticized.

Amazing.

Georgia says no American leader ever spoke to her so Elon finally gave their country Starlink.

That was nice.

We see it but only the privileged use it apparently in apartheid! LOL

Praying He's doing a savoy shuffle in UK and sorting it all out.

He seemed very strong. Did you know he does Jiu Jitsu?

Could Gracie studio help Isha get his rights back?

I was sad to see another 14yo boy- little Quazi- caged by Space x and estranged from mom in daddy detention; am worried Isha was sold out?

I don't appreciate the way Sunil Carved me out of my family. We are not for sale nor barter.

Justice is undoubtedly going to be served.

It gets worse with every passing moment.

Elon says the price just goes up.

Make today a peace day like everyday.

I love you so much. Can you send me pictures here?

Isn't there anyway for y'all to shake a dead woman's Gag orders and embrace freedom of speech? RIP Queen Elizabeth & Barracuda Mamma Lori Clark Viviano AKA Sharkbait. 

Amen. 

Look at Elon squirm with BBC pod next. 

They have terrorized us over lame religious shit we didn't even know of from Roman times.

It's a history of wars.

Is Sunil an existentialist?

I never fully understood his superstring theory.

Do you Isha?

Please look and let me know.

I think he probably is.

Do you remember when he'd set up little villages of cards in living room; and video while Romeo knocked them down to find the treats?

There's lots of ways you can groom in war.

It's just not the Huntley way.

I don't believe it was Gautama's way of the Rawal Gotra either. Buddha loves his mom so much and is overflowing with Empathy and compassion.

We've all cried and Sung you home.

Megxit home.

Reza home.

Do you want to visit today and trick or treat?

I want to play Halloween; hug/eat and celebrate with my beloved family. 

Norooz.

It's sad Britney and her family broke. Praying they forgive each other- for her heart and everyone's involved.

Between us all, we've probably been targeted by over a million Jewish attys capitalizing on our family. 

We must always trust our enlightened elders.

That's why what Sunil did was a mind "F." ):

I'm sorry.

I know it wasn't good for anyone's Psyche.

Come home.

Shall we tie up the other trailer?

It's just for now.

Hopefully Elon really will get Reparations.

I'm grateful for all the time I have to enjoy the globe, you, and choose to enjoy it.

Maybe it's rude to laugh in face of tragedy; rude to defy cancer; disobedient to angry British leaders in rages over silencing for their organized criminals kink…..

I really feel Elon could rise through this. Please hold him in light of your heart. I just want the microcosm to reflect what my family can create. 

Jyoti Nitya

Light Eternal

Mitra Nitya

Friend Eternal 

Anjali Nitya

Grace; Offering To God Eternal

And grateful for our mighty Varuna Eternal. 

Ja Nitya 

We are a Tribe of peace, light and love. 

Prosperity is Gravy. 

I feel I paid more for Twitter's freedom of speech on X than anything in my life as a citizen journalist. I had to. For the word. It's very important to us. Vows. Faith. Simple human structure honoring heart values. Lovers. Boppa doesn't believe in divorce. Nor do I. It's Barbaric for one's soul. I'm sorry. Forgive me. Please. 

$44b wasn't what it really cost & I think Elon gets that.

We all worked.

Got taxed in alienation warfare. 

Every home I had was raided by Nazi Sheriff on bribes.

It was creepy.

I never broke the law. 

My job is to be a mom, a full disclosure journalist and realtor. The word means more to me than the buck. That's rare. 

I might not look like Miss Ambition but it's because priority of my life is you. To some being a mom might not bring the Britney billions they want to tax our family with. 

As far as I'm concerned my billions are voting in an arena of violence we don't appreciate. 

Return all. Elon knows this is on to-do list. 

We won't have blood money on our hands. 

We worked to hard as yogis to allow Sunil Rawal to violate our sacred family. 

My stomach is actually quaking at what nasty things hrs done. Let it go. It's just not worth it. We choose love. With you. Every day.

Every minute. 

Mitra Nitya is the eternal friend. 

We all know that's true. 

We all will be paid.

I got my X tip button. (:

This won't ever happen to another family on my time or dime. 

4 billion mothers are strong.

Peace. 

Merci,

Hugs. Xo

With all Love,

Mom

Nitya Eternal 

#4BillionMothersStrong 

(Mitra Moezzi's daughter of the Persian Qajar dynasty.)

Mom- Whom I miss with all my heart. Shouldn't we all have access to the psyche geniuses of our era? Especially loved ones. I know so many people have suffered.

(Peace is so much easier. Royals are fun and I feel lucky to be half princess getting a little crumb of respect in Woman Life Freedom Baraye Global awakening about apartheid in Tehrangeles regions too.)

"In the end, all debts must be paid, just a question of when. Later makes it worse."

| Elon Musk

[blacclotus]

So the recent dsmp lore from c!tommy

Let me preface this I watched tommy's pov for now, as I didn't know what happened at Tubbo's. I'm just here saying my thoughts.

Let me say that I love the major character death in season 1. The symbolism of the whole situation makes it poetic in a sense. Like they're in a prison where both sides of discduo have suffered. I kid you not, I shitted tears abt c!drm opening up to c!Tommy.

Like him taking off his helmet, showing that the earliest parts of c!drm is still there. Also love c!tommy's limbo is just a bigass theater of the drm's 1st stream of his smp - a world before his time; when he was happy with his friends (especially george). Also love the scene where c!punz said I'm your friend or smth but was met with silence instead - now THAT can mean two things, if you know what I mean.

And the cherry top of them all is when the nuke came. Like, c!drm is SO TIRED of this shit for once and asked c!tommy if it's too late, but then it's too late. He's so helpless and it made me cry. He can never be redeemed but man, I felt pity when he thought he still got a slither of hope.

Very tragic, I love it. Love the mcd here. And that's how season 1 ends. Believe my words. Season 2 is a hoax. It's not real, and yall cant change my mind.

The part that spoils the cake is how it opens up to season 2. Remember the exile abuse shit? As much as you go along saying he'll have a redemption arc, no he won't.

When you make up for your mistakes, you should accept that you did it, regret it wholeheartedly, and live your life with no regrets. But c!drm only did about 2 of these. Even if he finally felt understood, he still hasn't apologized nor regretted what he did in exile. With this petty yet destructive revenge of his, I think he'll never have a redemption arc.

What makes the season 2 opening so ominous is when Tommy asked drm to be his friend, his past abuser. What makes this worse is TUBBO IS RIGHT BEFORE THEM! Even if they have no memory of the past, I always know history will repeat itself, until something breaks.

And with that, that's my cue to leave the fandom. Y'all should have ended when they died. Not to mention, as a fan of mcd, I would have liked it when it ended when they died. But no, you give me this bs and dsmp will never end. Of course, it wont end bc there's a season 2.

I have no hopes after this. Only ranboo's lore will be my slither of hope left within the writing of the lore. But til then, I'm leave this fandom.

Thank you, and I'm sorry.

PS. Ngl, I felt betrayed for like TWO TIMES HOLY SHIT

#i refuse to tag this #i swear #if this gets attention #ill go under a rock and DIE #dsmp #dsmp lore #this is just my opinion guys #writing in its finest #this si what you get when you drag shit for too long #i want discduo to be happy but NOT LIEK THIS #still salty abt it btw #sorry #also i change my mind taht i WOULD tag this #edit: this post is very impulsive #pls dont @ me #im begging you #pls leave me alone in this #thanks

[m-jelly]

what about levi x reader making up after a huge fight😩😩 modern au please!!!

ps: thank u for all ur great work ❤️❤️❤️

You got it! Knowing Levi and you, the fight was probably over something stupid and it just got nasty due to Levi just snapping. The make-up will be totally cute.

Words fail me.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: modern au, couple, making up, hurt feelings, saying sorry, happy ending.

Concept: After a massive fight, you walk out on Levi and hurry off. Levi stews with his thoughts and realises he had hurt you and taken the fight too far. Levi hunts you down and begins to panic when he can't find you. He finally finds you and you both share a touching moment together.

A heaviness filled the air as the words said made it thick and wicked. Thoughts of taking back said words were just only a light spark inside you and Levi. You didn't want this to happen. You didn't want to fight, but it just happened out of the blue. You had been invited to a party through work and you wanted to go, but you wanted Levi with you. You'd asked him to go, but he refused. You simply said that you understood that he didn't like to socialise, but you just wanted him there to support you. The discussion turned into a fight quickly and that's not what you wanted.

You stared at Levi as his last words stung your heart. 'Leave me alone you stupid, fucking brat.' It was out there hanging in the air like rotting food. It upset both you and Levi. You decided to do as he asked, even though you were in one of his t-shirts and cardigan. You grabbed your keys, then went out the door and slammed it behind you.

You stormed down the hall with your slipper slapping on the floor as you went. You had no clue where you were going to go, but your body just went into autopilot to protect you. You zoned out and just let your body do the work. You gave the control over and didn't care where you'd end up, you just wanted to go somewhere where you could breathe.

Levi sat down on the sofa and put his head in his hands. He replayed what just happened in his head and regretted it all. He was just so tired from work and he was cranky from you working so many hours. He'd barely seen you because you'd been working so much at the city hall to make sure his friend, Erwin, and the mayor of the city was ready for a few major events. Levi was jealous and ended up snapping instead of just communicating.

He sighed and remembered the look of hurt on your face. All you wanted was for him to go with him to one party. He was head of security for the city and Erwin. He hadn't been invited because he needed to do security, but you'd invited him to be with you and at your side. He replayed your words and realised you wanted to turn it into a date.

He got up and grabbed his coat and keys, then went to get his phone when he noticed you'd left your phone behind and money. He shoved his wallet into his pocket and stumbled out the door. "Tch, shit brat. Where did you go?"

Levi ran out of the apartment block, then stood in the street. He knew you had no money, so you couldn't be in the shops. He had to get into your sweet and caring mind. He thought hard, then it clicked. He crossed the road, then went for the park. He knew you loved the flowers, trees and river there. He also knew you loved the neighbours' cats who hung out there in a little pack. You were proud of the park because you and Erwin worked together to pass laws and make it better.

He entered the park and admired the street lights lighting up the dark night. He watched the moths fluttering around them happily. He looked ahead, then went from spot to spot he knew you'd like. He couldn't find you anywhere and he was beginning to panic that someone might have taken you away, or maybe you had gotten hurt or collapsed. He was terrified and hoped you were in the last spot, which was the kids' play area.

Levi stopped and let out a sigh of relief when he saw you sat on the swing looking at your feet. He walked closer, then sat on the swing next to you. "It's nice out here."

You sniffed and looked to Levi. "Yeah."

He looked around. "You and Erwin did a great job."

You rubbed your tears away. "You going to tell me to date him instead?"

Levi sighed, then rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry I told you to date him instead and I'm sorry I told you to leave me alone. You're also not a stupid brat. You're really fucking smart."

You gulped hard, then looked at Levi. "I'm sorry I pressured you to go with me."

He looked at you and smiled. "You didn't. I was being an ass because I've been so jealous about you working with Erwin so much and I've been working too much as well. The lack of not being near you has made me cranky." He sighed and swung on the swing a little. "I love you more than anything. I'm sorry for being a dick."

You reached over and held his hand. "I'm sorry too." You lifted his hand up and kissed the back of it. "I love you always."

Levi frowned when you got up and stood behind him. "What are you doing?"

You leaned around him and smiled. "Giving you a push. I can't imagine you got the chance as a kid."

He blushed. "Tch, it's stupid."

"So, you don't want to?"

He groaned a little and gripped the chains. "I do."

You giggled, then pushed Levi. "If you want something, just say. Don't be embarrassed by it."

Levi hummed and enjoyed being pushed on the swing. "This is nice."

"Right?"

He chuckled a little. "I feel so at ease."

You let him go and walked to yours. "Now, swing your legs and get up high." You showed him. "Like this!"

Levi copied your leg movements and started laughing with you as you played on the swings together. He slowed down after a while and sighed. "Do you want to get something hot to it?"

You swung, then jumped and landed on your feet. "Nailed the landing!" You turned to Levi and grinned. "Sure, what are we getting?"

He walked over and held your hand. "How about we go to that ramen place?"

You hugged his side and hummed. "Please."

Levi hugged you back as he walked. "From now on I'm going to talk more with you."

"Me too and I'll be ready and waiting for when you want to talk."

Levi blushed a little. "Also, I'll come with you to the party. I want everyone to see that you're mine."

You hummed a laugh and kiss his cheek a few times. "I've always been yours, but you coming along is lovely. Thank you. Hell, we'll show our faces and run off together. We'll go home, snuggle on the sofa and eat whatever you want."

Levi smiled a little. "You're so perfect. I love you."

"Love you too."

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[mywritingonlyfans]

Angst fic with Damiano David

prompt: a angsty about reader being sad (dami bff) 'cause damiano doesn't feel the same way romantically. ps. there's a lot of victoria de angelis being a angel in this fic, and it's basically about reader going through it.

warnings: none? it's just a bit sad and longer than usual.

 All the soft touches still tingled all over your body. His scent was until now stuck to you, you never thought you’d feel happy to have woody essence along with cigarette smoke on you. 

 Folding the sleeve of his sweater, you put your tea in one of the cups you always use when you were there. His cotton piece was comfortable, making you didn't regret wearing it in the morning; it was cold and wearing your tank top from the night before didn't feel right. The shorts from yesterday, that were making your legs freeze were enough trouble for you to handle. The remnants of your clothes and belongings were collected from the floor of his room and placed carefully on his headboard, you made sure you were being quiet. Damiano has always been a heavy sleeper, but your counscious prevented you from risking disturbing him when he looks so peaceful. You had already spent much time at his place so you memorized where every thing in his kitchen - and others rooms - was; baking eggs and making tea wasn’t a mystery for you. You had even separated a Tylenol tablet for Damiano, so he could have it with his tea when he woke up with a wicked hangover. He wasn't the type to get drunk and forget what he did, nor were you. Since when you were teenagers, you have gone out and been drunk together a lot of times, and although your feelings were already present, nothing never happened. This time, however, alcohol helped injecting a dose of courage on him. Being honest with yourself, you didn't remember who started it; but the kiss in the midst of the loud music, his hand on the back of your neck, the exchanging glances while dancing and the moment he took you home, they were pretty vividly in your mind. You still felt relaxed, as if his sweaty body was still over yours. Minutes with your eyes closed was enough to feel his eyes roaming your body all over again.

“Hi,” he said in a slurred voice, cutting off your line of thoughts. You jumped, briefly scared but soon turned your attention to reality; a tired Damiano scratching his eyes in front of you.

He was dressed, wearing sweatpants and sweatshirt, duly comfortable according to the weather. 

 “Headache?” You knew he was. He was always a good drinker, he put up with it a lot, but he was never one to get rid of the effects of alcohol on the next day. You, on the other hand, got on better with this issue; fortunately from the night before, only the good moments remained with you.

“Yeah, a bit,” he giggled. “What a night, I’d say.” He added, in a lower tone. What was acceptable, you also felt a bit weird to be in front of him.

“I got you some pills,” you pointed it out to him on the counter, trying to maintain a normal behavior; with no shacking voice or sweaty hands. Quite impossible. “I made tea too.”

“Dear God, you’re a life saver!” He smiled at you, eyes crinkled and all of his perfect teeth on display. Contagious.

You grinned, feeling your body getting lighter. “No worries. I’m glad to help.”

“Y’know, when I woke up and saw that you weren't there I thought you were gone. You know? Friendship destroyed and that whole thing. I’m happy to see you; relieved.” He took a sip of his tea, and maybe a bit of your heart with it. You were an explosion of feeling when it comes to him, you always have been. “That sweater looks good on you, you can keep it if you want. You know that’s my fave one.” And, yeah, you knew.

The tension on you was no longer intense, comforting you to let out the breath you were holding. “It’s good to hear that,” Your genuine smile managed to say many things, you wished Damiano had noticed you earlier on other occasions. “Do you remember that one time, when we were younger, that you were a bit crazy about a girl; Alice was his name.” You stopped; in need of air - nervous - and watched Dami's attentive face. “She was the first person to whom you dedicated a song, you played it to her at school break. The cutest thing I had ever seen. I think it was there that I realized, a little jealous—“

“Y/N,” his voice had been almost inaudible, causing no effect. Had he really tried?

“How in love I was with you.”

His face was paler than usual, he was paralyzed; speechless. You had never seen Damiano like this, the men was always all over the place in a sweet talkative mess.

It took a few minutes for you to be able to read his expressions and realize how fucked up you were. The dose of happiness in your blood had been able to manipulate you to believe in what you most wanted to happen.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” your blood had gone up to your ears, all you could pay attention to was the pressure in your head. How had you thought that after one specific night he would suddenly decide that he was in love with you? After all of this time that you were just a good friend for him? “I’m truly sorry but I’m don’t—“

“Feel the same way?” You finished. He nodded, apprehensively. You have never felt so stupid. It was a mixture of shame, fear and insecurity. You were unable to look directly at him, you knew that there was no change in following a friendship after what you just said, much less after the night before. You had never been so screwed.

“I’m the one who should be apologizing, I shouldn’t have said a thing.” You whispered, realizing that the lump in your throat had turned into tears that you didn't even know were running down your face.

“Come here,” he opened his arms, walking towards your emotionless frame. You allowed yourself to melt in his grip. 

 Your tears fell freely; you could even try to hold it back but there was no strength left for you to think about it. Your crying was silent, as was the kitchen room. Your head was full of questions and cursing at yourself. Suddenly you wished Damiano had yelled at you, asked you to get out of there or said he wouldn't never speak to you again. It seemed easier to deal with it in this alternative way than to have him comforting you for loving him. “Shh, it’ll alright. I could never be mad at you.”

He talked about your friendship, but you knew that nothing would end up well. Maybe for him. But for you? It’d not be that easy. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I should have known better, you were so loving with me last night that I thought— Fuck, we slept together. Which I know isn’t your fault because I don’t even remember who—“

“Stop, Y/N. Look at me,” He was being careful. You were making a person like Damiano calculate his words, that made you feel like pure shit. You stopped talking, looking at him was still difficult. He understood that you wouldn’t be doing so. “That’s fine. I don’t feel bad about you liking me in that way, you’re wonderful. I don't regret anything, last night was great, but I just... don't feel the same. I’d never do anything to hurt you. I can't even imagine how hard it’s being for you right now.” His words sounded sweet and sincere. He had tears in his eyes as well. His ability to be so empathetic to everyone was something you loved the most about him. He was probably killing himself on the inside for breaking you.

You nodded, leaning on the counter. You wanted to ask him if he remembered that he was your first kiss at the age of seven or all the times he sent you vinyl records with some message - that he had written himself - inside the cover. How did he not feel the same, shouldn't you be everything he wanted?

“Dami?” You sighed. Your eyes were red, your face probably swollen. You then looked straight at him; that surprisingly wasn’t much better than you. “Have you ever looked at me and seen me in another way? Something more than just your best friend?”

He didn’t say a thing, just look at you standing there. You get it.

“I think I should go,” You broke the silence that had been formed. You thought about taking his sweater off, but since you weren't wearing anything underneath, you thought it was better not; you’d have to go to his room to change, and then pick up your things only to delay your leaving.

“I can drive you home,” he said in a hush, looking for his car keys.

“It’s okay, a walk will be fine.”

“It’s fucking freezing outside, I can't let you walk over there like that.”

You ignored what he said, walking around the house to the front exit. He tried to grab your arm just for you to step back.

“I know you're just trying to help, but I need to be alone right now, without you near me.” You tried to say it in the most normal way possible, you didn't want to be mean, you only wanted to be fair to yourself.

“Sure.” It was the last thing you heard him say before you left, feeling the cold wind on your body. You didn't know if he had entered his house again or if he was watching you hug yourself as walking slowly to somewhere. You wouldn't dare to look back.

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“C’mon girl, get up here,” Upon hearing the husky, strong voice, you were relieved. 

 Victoria wasn’t wearing her usual jewelry and looked like she had just been woken up by force. You weren’t as close to her as you were with the other boys, however, you had never been so happy to see her.

You got in her car. “Thank you,”

“God, you look terrible. You’re fine?” You looked at your reflection in the rearview mirror and well, fine was definitely something you didn't look like.

“Dami asked you to come and get me?” Your throat was scratching, it was difficult to speak.

“Yeah,” she looked at you quickly, but due to your discomfort she backed off. More tears would come. “He didn't say why though, he just said he needed someone to come to you before you froze to death.” She said it in a way that made you laugh, even with your eyes filled with tears. “Did the two of you have a disagreement? You don't have to answer me if you don't want to.”

“Something similar.” You said shakily; due to your crying and chilly. Inside the car was heated, but your body was so cold that it didn't seem to be enough. You tried to snuggle in the passenger seat, letting your head rest against the window like in a sad film. Maybe that’d help.

“Here,” she handed you a coat, without hesitation you took it. “I brought it to you in case you needed it.”

You nodded slowly. “Thank you, Victoria,”

“You can call me Vic, just like everyone else,” she laughed.

You gave her a half smile. “Okay then, thank you very much, Vic,”

The rest of the day would be crying while you curled up in your bed, you’d let yourself feel at your worst; promising that you would try and change that the next day.

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You expected the first few days to be the hardest, but it seemed to get worse with each passing day. Damiano had tried to call you a few times and in all of them you responded dryly, using short words, pretending it’d be okay. You truly tried, but you needed time to process what happened. You told him that, and then time he gave you.

After completing a month of the incident, you noticed how 'dependent' you had become on him. He was always around since you were kids, any problem you had you would look for him to talk to, now you felt like you had nothing. Your friends were friends of his, too, more of his friends than yours. You missed having Thomas failing on teaching you how to play guitar on your couch and besides you thought about calling him - just to distract yourself - you remembered that he was more a friend of Damiano than yours. It’d be weird. None of them contacted you at that time, not even Thomas. You couldn't figure it out if Dami had told them what happened and they decided to give you space or if they just didn't care about you when you wasn’t around Damiano.

Basically, where Dami was you would be and vice versa. It had always been like that.

When you saw that just time wasn’t solving anything, you programmed yourself to live in a way that you were busy all the time. Your routine became work, home and most of the time taking the work to be done also in your home. You didn't feel energized to make new friends, and going out on dates could help momentarily but it wouldn't be fair to go out with someone in the ‘mood’ you were in; then these ideas were soon discarded. Sleeping was impossible, you spent hours rolling over in bed; both for the flashbacks that plagued your mind, but also for the fact that you missed him. The nights were worse when you visit your mother or when she called and said, "Dami never came to see me again." or something like. “Are you still talking to each other? We don't let someone like Damiano leave our lives.”

Deep down, you knew there was no way you could be in love with him forever and that no matter how much it hurt at that moment it would pass. You started to repeat it to yourself as much as you could, so when the boys got in touch with you again you didn't hesitate to answer. Nothing bad would happen, you just need to pretend to be fine. The first to send you a message was Thomas, with simple questions, he acted like nothing had happened, you liked it. Even though it was obvious that Thomas, as one of his boys, would know this in more detail than you did (which was a lie, but at least he knew how Damiano was feeling about it, which you wouldn't know). He updated you about Dami, who was great as always, and you said you were doing well when he asked. You answering him made Ethan talk to you too, although they were all polite and delicate, they seemed more to be sorry than to miss you. Pity wasn’t something you were expecting.

After five months, you still felt like crap. You had tried to stop counting the days that had passed since you last saw Damiano, but it was almost impossible. You could still remember that night vividly, but you were still trying your best to move on; leave it behind. Mysteriously, you wanted to see him, see how he was doing and find out if he had anything else to say but you were afraid to see him, go back to your place as his best friend just to realize that your feelings for him had not abated at all.

“...I haven't seen you in a while. I wonder if you're alright,” you heard when answering your phone. Your head hurt, your eyes stung. You had slept on spreadsheets that you brought home from your work.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Shit,” she murmured.

You looked at the phone screen. “Sorry Vic, I just woke up I'm still trying to copy.” You laughed to calm her down.

“I thought I didn't have my number,” her voice became softer, as if she was relieved that you had saved it. “I didn't want to wake you up, I'm sorry about that. I just wanted to know how you‘re doing, since I used to see you almost every day, y’know?”

You thought about saying that you saved her number the day Dami called to pick him up at a bar since his phone battery was dead and he was in no condition to drive, but Victoria clearly knew that. “Is Dami with you?”

“No,” her tone matched yours; Dami had told her, now she was being careful with her words. “I saved your number the day Dami needed to call you, in case I needed to call you again.”

“That’s alright, thanks for checking on me then.”

“But he would love to talk to you. He always asks the boys about you or comments on you so that someone can bring you up to the convo. He seems a bit lost when you not ‘round to be honest.”

Somehow hearing that made you happy. Still, the image of discomfort whenever you thought of talking to him scared you. The phone line was filled with silence, until Victoria's husky voice filled the line.

“Anyway, I didn't call you to talk about Damiano. We finally finished the album and decided to have a small celebration at my house,” you giggle at the formality. “We thought you should go, since you were present in more than half of the process. I‘d like you to come. We’d all like you to come.”

———

Your heart accelerated with each step you took as you entered Victoria's house. The rooms had a glow of being calm and the music that was playing helped to make the place cozy. The instrumental of the band reminded you of Fleetwood Mac, and for the little that you knew Vic you would say that the type of sound reminded you of her. 

 Her house wasn’t crowded, there were only a few people around; some you’ve seen before, some you haven’t. You thundered your fingers over some vinyl that were arranged in a corner, pretending to read them. You were looking for familiar faces, honestly even for Damiano, but for some unknown reason you didn't want to make that obvious. Your eyes captured Thomas talking to some girls, and soon you felt relieved to be dressed according to the occasion; or at least according to the girls who were close to Thomas. It didn't take long until he noticed you standing there, you waved and he came to you. He looked surprised, still he didn't wait for you to say anything else, just wrapped you in his arms so tight you had to ask him to let go in between muffled laughter.

“Vic working miracles! Come, I'll take you to the others.” He said in his cute form, holding your hand as guiding you through the house. “So, how's our best girl?”

Your lips parted in a smile. “I’m alright, pretty much the same to be honest,” there was no time for him to ask another question because you soon spotted Ethan and Victoria with their beers in hands. They seemed to be shocked to see you as well; and it was starting to irritate you for reasons you couldn't explain. Thomas put you behind him, hiding you from the two of them as if they hadn't seen you already. He was being such a sweetheart that he had even managed to soften the anxious butterflies in your stomach; but not enough to keep your mind free of worries and Damiano David. Thomas made a funny noise with his hands as Ethan ignored his attempt to be amusing, pulling you into a hug. Who would have thought you would have missed them so much.

“How long without seeing you, I force you not to do that again. Without you we are just another disorganized mess.” You laughed at his nonsense. Your smile was sincere, like it hadn't been for months, still you were forcing yourself a bit more to appear to be actually 'fine'. You’d like to know if they noticed, even though you were appreciating that they didn’t.

“No worries, I‘m not planning on leaving you guys alone.”

 Ethan and Thomas started to discuss about something, Ethan was already under the effect of alcohol, and from time to time they asked for your opinion on how Victoria had been strangely quiet. Atypical of her, but she didn't seem to be out of place or uncomfortable, just quiet.

“Did a cat eat the tongue of my newest attractive friend?”

“Not this time,” she showed you her tongue, and then smirked. Her eyes shone in differently way under your gaze and her make up was making her look more mature. “Are you feelin’ good? Thank you for coming.” Victoria was happy to see you, you could feel that. She might be curious, but pity wasn’t something possible to see in her; different from the other boys. “You must be tired of hearing that question, I'm sorry. It‘ll no longer be asked.”

Her voice was soft, comfortable to hear. “I appreciate that. I really have heard a lot of that, but despite everything, I feel good ‘bout bein’ here.”

“I feel even happier that you came then,” she put her hand gently on your waist. The other two didn't even remember you and Vic were there. “Let's get you something to drink, we bought that red drink Damiano always says you love.”

“No way, it’s bishop cocktail?” You looked at her, a big grin on your face, even though you remembered that this was the drink you were drinking when the universe decided it would be a good idea for you and Dami to have a one-night stand. Just a lovely reminder. “Have you mixed everything up? like the rum with the red wine? or with red drink you just want to say you bought wine?” You asked, ignoring your internal conflicts. Everything would be fine, you ket repeating to yourself.

“In fact, I remember once hearing you comment you didn't mind it being mixed up in a random bottle.”

She pulled a glass bottle out of a bucket full of ice and you couldn't believe she remembered that; given that you could count on your fingers the times that you had actually spoken to her. You didn’t avoid each other, just didn’t have much of the opportunities.

“Oh my god, that’s so fuckin’ lovely.” You whispered. She was quick to pick up a glass and hand it to you, filling it with the so well remembered liquid. You took a sip, and the taste - or alcohol - made your butterflies calmer. “Thanks for that, tastes like heaven.” She took a glass for herself, by her expression she thought it was a waste of rum. “C’mon, it’s not that bad.”

“If you think so, who am I to deny.”

“Don’t be a bummer,” you bumped your shoulder with hers, eliciting a cute sound from her that made you laugh as well.

You wish that sensation had lasted longer, even so when a random girl approached you to ask something, you felt heavy; like a sign. Her hair was golden in perfect waves and her face was angelic in an almost divine way. You might have been overreacting, but she was the type to catch all the attention to herself.

“You’re Y/N, right? I was startin’ to think that I’d never get to know you.” She hugged you tight and you wondered if she really didn't know you. When she released you, you felt your heart breaking right there in front of her. She was wearing Dami's sweater; the same one from that night, the same one that you wore. You wanted to be wrong, but you’d know that sweater from a distance even after years. “He talks so much about you. Can you believe we never met?” She asked, alternating her gaze between you and Victoria. She had been silent, you had forgotten that she was still there. Your head was miles away in thoughts, making you dizzy.

“Hi, Bella,” Victoria said. You remembered that name. Damiano talked about her on a few occasions, anyways he didn't seem to be in love - or you just didn’t want to see that. Maybe you haven’t been able to read him due to your stupid passion. “How’s everything?”

She started talking to Victoria and you couldn't concentrate on listening; all the alcohol in the world would not ease what you were feeling. How long have they been together? What was so special about her that Damiano gives her his favorite sweater? Were they together when you slept together? How did she end up with the same sweater you slept in that day?

She held the cup that was in your hands and handed it to Victoria. “Are you okay, hon’? You look a lil’ unwell. Do you want me to get you some water?”

“No need, I’m alright,” she patted your arm, and then checked your temperature. She was being nice, yet you couldn't pretend to be interested in being there anymore.

Thankfully, Victoria put an arm around your shoulders, asking if you want to join her to have a smoke. “It’ll be good, fresh air will do good to you.”

You agreed. Bella was worried and you felt bad about having to run away from her. She looked like an incredible person, sure Damiano was lucky to have her, that was just too much for you.

“Do this, you will feel better. We can talk later and so you can tell me everything about you and Dami, I’d love to hear you, since you’ve known each other for so long.” You looked for some irony in her voice, but you didn't found it. She was interested in you; after all, you were her boyfriend's best friend. It made sense.

Victoria guided you to the balcony, or at least halfway to it. Midway, someone stopped to talk to her, she tried to dismiss the person, however, as it was a thing related to the album, she would have no way out. “Victoria, it’s fine, I need some time alone.” You whispered to her, patting on her arm. She looked at you reluctantly, but understand. There wouldn't be much she could do for you.

Entering the balcony you felt an absurd urge to cry, your eyes itched and your legs were trembling. Was being in love meant to hurt this much, or was it just a game of chance?

You tried to take a deep breath, ease your heartbeats, telling yourself it was okay. You just needed to calm down. You leaned your body against the wall and watched the place. The plants near the fence - which you didn't know how Victoria had time to take care of them - the streets, and then the sky. Starry and moist, made for good memories that wouldn't come to you. When you felt ready enough to go out and face the party again, you ran into the one you were trying to avoid, Dami. Minutes ago you were anxious with the possibility to see him to know how he was, now you just wanted to run away and wipe these last months out of your mind.

“Y/N,” his body collided with yours while his arms wrapped around you, it was supposed to be a good thing, that you‘d feel safe as the same way you used to feel, except that was uncomfortable now. You couldn't even respond to his hug, for a second you thought you would escape without having to see him. He noticed and gave you space. “I swore that you wouldn't come. My god, it's so good to see you.” He ran his hands through his hair and you remained paralyzed in front of him.

You tried to focus on your breathing so that your voice came out without too many complications. “Yeah... It's good to see you, you look great.” It didn't work, your voice was shaky making your lie sound even worse. He looks great, you didn't lie, he seemed even happier and well rested. You wondered if it was because the album was ready or because now he had Bella.

You forced a smile, but unlike the others, Damiano knew you were acting. He didn’t judge or question, his face became tense, apprehensive. He knew that nothing was right.

“I thought about callin’ you more, goin’ to see you or something. The boys convinced me that it‘d be better not, that it could be even hard for you. I wonder if I shouldn't have done something different to help you because I know I fucked up too.” His hands were undecided between running through his hair and staying inside his pockets. He was nervous, at the same relieved to have spoken to you.

“It wasn't your fault, I’d never blame you for that,” you sighed, smiling slightly. It felt terrible to make him feel that way about it, but there wasn't much you could do. “I'm glad you gave me space when I asked, it's still hard to see you or think about talkin’ to you. It is as if everything that is tormenting me comes all at once.” It was good to say that to him. He nodded and you looked at each other for a while. It wasn't as uncomfortable as you thought it would be.

He was a few feet away from you while you were admiring the night, with your back against the wall. You wanted to leave, maybe go cry in your bed until you fell asleep, still you wanted things to work out with Dami, you wanted that tension and fear of seeing him to get out of your head. Despite that, if it was necessary to suffer in that process, it would not be worth it.

“She’s amazing,” it hurt to say that, but it was the truth. “Bella’s amazing, lucky girl.” You smiled sadly. Saying her name and seeing Dami smiling at that made you thank God for not seeing the two of them together, hugging or kissing. He‘d probably put his hand on her waist while she was talking to one of his friends or giving lightly kisses to her temple, just because he felt like it. Damiano was the cute type, you've seen it before.

“She is, an amazing person. She was all happy to have spoken to you. I told her all about our teenage years and how you always supported the band,” He had told her about you, would he have told her about you being in love with him? You thought to ask, soon giving up. It’d be shameful if so. “If I knew you would be here I’d not have come with her.” It made you think that he had told her.

“What would you do? Would you hide me from her for the rest of your life?” You sighed. it was supposed to sound like a joke, regrettably your voice sounded too cruel for that.

“It’s not like that,” he mumbled. “I was just tryin’ to think of you and—“

“I think I need to go Dami, it’s being too much. I’m sorry.” You needed to get out of there, you couldn't stop the tears anymore and you knew it was a bad idea to talk about her with him.

You took a few steps back just for Damiano to grab at your arm, without putting strength, just like a few months ago, to stop you in front of him. You turned your face away from looking at his eyes, feeling as the tears run down your cheek. You'd never be able to face him, this situation was only proving that to you even more.

“Please, Y/N. Just tell me what I need to do. I will do anything for you to talk to me again. I need you, you know that. The past few weeks have been a mess without you around. Even little my mom misses you. I’d do anything to have you back like before.” He was about to cry, his eyes shone with tears and it was painful to watch. He could do anything for you to stay; except what would make you stay. Unfortunately, it didn't depend only on his good will.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this,” you said in a lack of air, signaling the space around you with your finger. “But this, this is too much. It kills me to have to be close to you or to be close to things or people that remind me of you, seeing someone else with you doesn't help at all. I still think about the fact that we slept together... I can’t just forget it ‘cause it meant so much to me and to you, to you? it was nothing.” You were out of breath, you just wanted to cry in peace, put everything out until there was nothing left. 

 He released his hands of you, his face red and damp. It wasn't going to be easy for either of you. Time wouldn't matter; it wouldn’t change a thing because whenever you looked at him you’d wonder about how things could have been like if he had chosen you.

He whispered one more time that he was sorry, then let you go. He could have stopped you, but it's not like he knew what to do anymore. 

He watched as you walk out without even looking back.

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You went through the party walking fast, avoiding acquaintances and questions about why you were like that. Your body was heavy as well as your conscience. Outside the house the street was empty, the streetlights illuminated the sidewalk and along with the silence of the street you felt invited to sit there. You brought your knees close to your body, trying to breathe calmly. Pulling the air in, and then releasing it in a normal way. Your heart was beating so fast that your whole body was agitated. You tried to stay still. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling a little dizzy when you saw someone walk out the front door of the house. You dropped your knees, trying to look decent, but gave up as soon as the person came closer to you and you saw that it was Victoria. She sat next to you, pulling you into a hug. You were happy that she went to you.

“I’m fine,” you murmured, hugging her waist and hiding your face in the fabric of her shirt.

“Stop saying that you’re fine when you’re far from being fine, I won’t judge you sweetheart,” she comforted you, giving you a extra squeezing. You were far from being alright, but it helped, having someone there helped.

She placed her chin on top of your head, soothing you until your crying softened. She rubbed your back and whispered that it’d be okay.

“Did Damiano send you here?”

“No, darlin’. He said that you had talked, and then you had to leave, he didn't look well, I thought you wouldn't be either.”

“And then you decided to look out for me?” You laughed, still tucked in her warm arms.

“Yep, sounds like you need me, don’t you think?” She laughed too, causing the vibration of her chest next to yours make you feel taken in.

“Why’s love so painful?”

Victoria didn't answer, she was thoughtful for a few minutes, and then she stood up, holding out her hand for you.

“What?”

“I won’t be taking no as an answer, you’ll get in the car with me and we will do something, anything, drink milk shakes, fill up our bellies with pizza ‘til we can't take it anymore, or even rob a bank.” She held you by the waist, lifting you up for her. “Please,”

You didn't see why not to accept. There was nothing worse that could get even worse at the moment, maybe going somewhere would do you good. “Even rob a bank?” She nodded, pointing to where her car was.

A smile spreading across her lovely face as you realized you’d go anywhere she wanted with her. “Yes, even robbing a bank.”

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