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#psychos we stay winning
variksel · 1 year
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in all honesty i had a great time with the reigensweep on twitter back in the day, hes my babygirl, of course i voted for him. BUT. there is no goddamn way on gods green earth im going to let that millenial twink win over my og 2010s canonically gay eye man. cecil has always walked along the beach with me and when ive looked down and only seen one set of footprints in the roughest parts of my life its because he has carried me through. i will not abandon him now, in his most dire need
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quirkle2 · 4 months
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teru time!
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melusinealarice · 5 months
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Somewhere in Panem
The 74th Hunger games
The tributes are at the cornocopia for the feast
Meanwhile in the victor’s lounge
Johanna: Why are the tributes taking so fucking long to just grab the bags already.
Enobaria: maybe because they are actually trying to win unlike yours.
Finnick: would you two quit arguing for once.
Foxface grabs her bag
Gloss: how is she still alive but my tributes are dead.
Brutus: bad year for 1, both tributes taken out by 12, yikes.
Gloss: oh shut up.
Katniss darts to get bag and Clove runs after her
Haymitch: shit.
Enobaria: finally.
Clove grazes katniss with the knife
Haymitch: ha she missed.
Clove tackles Katniss
Clove: Cato said I could finnish you off myself as long as I gave them a good show.
Clove runs the edge of her blade down Katniss’s face
Haymitch: ya know, 2 careers really are psycho.
Enobaria: thats the best kind
Clove: maybe i should start by carving up that pretty face. Where’s loverboy? Oh I see, you were trying to help him, well thats sweet. Just like you tried to help your little friend, what was her name again? Rue? Yea well we killed her-
Thresh grabs Clove
Enobaria: SHIT! DAMNIT WHY DIDNT YOU JUST FUCKING KILL HER!
Haymitch: well so much for psycho
Finnick and Johanna giggling
Enobaria: oh shut up Mason.
Thresh: you kill her?
Clove: no! No!
Thresh: yes you did, what was her name?
Clove: CATO! CATO!
Thresh: SAY IT!
Clove: CAT-
Thresh snaps her neck and she falls
Thresh: just this once 12, for rue,
He runs off
Enobaria: FUCK! DAMMIT!
She throws her glass
Johanna: how long till katniss kills loverboy?
Finnick: i think she is just gonna make another tribute do it.
Johanna: well thats stupid.
Katniss runs away with the bag
Cato runs up to Clove
Cato: no Clove, don’t die, please stay with me Clove, we are supposed to win this together… please…
The cannon goes off
Cato holds Clove to his chest and cries and screams
He gets up grabs his bag and runs after thresh
Johanna: ooooo, Haymitch it looks like 2 is stealing your whole star crossed lovers act huh?
Haymitch: isn’t it passed your bedtime?
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heartbreakgrill · 7 months
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stiles stilinksi: breakable heaven; pt. 4, “you say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times, we’re not trying.”
a/n: thank you for all of the love! this takes place at the beginning of season 3, but there's some weird things i chose to do. they're in lacrosse season and cross country at the same time to stay relevant to both mine and the show's plot. also, the season only takes place over like three months, so it's gonna seem fast, though that's how it canonically goes. much love, friends!
trigger warning: this is the motel California episode, so a brief mention of unaliving.
tagging: @ariianelle (dm me if you’d like to be tagged! i lose a lot of comments in my notifs <3)
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“can we please play some real music?”
y/n glanced up from her phone, open on the texts between her and danny, to see megan reaching through the front seats, towards the radio. y/n snickered slightly as the drake song switched to a pop station.
leo huffed from the driver’s seat, “baby, we’ve talked about this! driver picks the music!”
“baby,” megan mocked with a silly expression, “i don’t care. i’m not listening to just drake songs for another 5 hours.”
y/n hummed in agreement, “girls rule, boys drool.”
jack scoffed from the passenger seat, “you’re never gonna win that fight, leo.”
megan looked towards her with proud defiance, and offered up her palm for a high five. y/n gave her one, before looking back down to her phone. danny had sent another message.
danny: idk this lower classman looks like he’s about to get hella sick and stiles keep bugging him
y/n: so do you think the bus is gonna stop??? i have to pee soooo badly
danny: lemme ask coach
danny: oh stiles is already asking coach hang on
danny: coach says no
danny: it’s ok if u guys aren’t directly behind us
y/n: no it’s not just that i just don’t wanna be a bother to anybody by having to stop the car. plus leo’s already gonna be in trouble for missing the bus lol
danny: ugh whatever
danny: o fuck lower class man just fucking project uke vomited
danny: see u in a sec lover 😝❤️
the big yellow bus donned with the beacon hills school name across the side of it pulled bumpily into a motel parking lot. the inhabitants cringed from both the poor driving and the lingering smell of puke. unlike the rest of them, stiles sat proudly, with an all-too pleased smile on his expression.
y/n bounced in her seat slightly as leo pulled the car into a parking spot. she peered around in an attempt to find a bathroom area. she would’ve used the bathroom back at the rest stop, but leo thought it would be smart to get ahead of the bus.
now, it looked like they’d all be trapped in some motel that looked straight out of that psycho movie.
megan tapped her shoulder and pointed towards the front office. “let’s go ask the lady in there.”
leo had missed the bus for the cross country meet this morning, and since y/n, jack, and megan were already planning on coming out to support him, they carpooled together. they didn’t always make it out to meets, especially not ones hours from home, but they each had free weekends, and thought it would be fun to tag along.
y/n and megan went off to the bathroom, while leo and jack joined the hoard of students. danny, having just collected the key to his room, spotted two of his friends. they waved him over, and danny happily jogged their way.
stiles glanced over at danny as he went. he recognized jack and leo and peered around for megan, maybe even y/n. she hadnt responded to his text, the one he sent on tuesday, the day after their encounter in the jeep. he apologized for rushing out of there so quickly. but she hadn’t even read it.
scott said something, drawing stiles attention away. they went off to find their room, lydia and allison, isaac and boyd, closely behind them. just as they found the external stairs, y/n and megan came trotting out of the front office.
danny saw his best friend over jack’s shoulder and lit up. “oh, my love!”
y/n grinned and jumped up on the toes of her shoes. “hello, handsome!” she hugged him.
“listen,” leo cut into their moment, pointing over to coach finstock. “i’m gonna go see if coach will get us a room, since i’m supposed to be on that bus anyways.”
megan latched onto his hand, “i’ll come with!”
danny, y/n, and jack waved after them. y/n sighed, and glanced around the crowd of students, who were breaking off into groups. danny followed her gaze and snorted with a smirk.
“what?” she glanced up at him.
“he just went to find his room,” danny pointed towards the stairs behind them. “wanna go say hi?”
y/n waved him off, quickly, antsy on her feet, “no, no. that’s not what we agreed on, remember? i am staying away.”
danny nodded his head, slow, as if he didn’t really believe her. “we’ll see how long that lasts.”
y/n scoffed and punched his shoulder. “i mean it, you ass. mindless sex is the last thing i need right now.”
jack looked up from his phone, “who’s having mindless sex?”
y/n waved him off, “literally nobody.”
“i think you should,” jack shrugged, looking back down at his phone.
she crossed her arms and popped a hip, “excuse me?”
jack glanced back up, “i’m just saying. you spent how long moping over sam. best way to get over someone is to get under somebody else.”
at the mention of sam, y/n usually felt her chest constrict slightly. it happened this time, too, like the trigger of his name blew out all her defenses. but, she recovered quickly.
that had been happening a lot more lately- recovery. he didn’t have as much a hold on her anymore.
danny snickered at jack’s words, “oh, you have no idea-“
y/n shoved danny harshly. “would you two shut the fuck up? my sex life is not public business.”
“of lack, thereof,” jack mumbled to himself.
y/n went to clap back, when megan and leo showed back up with a singular room key. leo held it up between his fingers, and wiggled it, “could only get one, but- room 216.”
“thank god,” jack took the key from leo, “i could use a shower.”
he led the way to the stairs, and megan and leo followed closely behind. y/n started after them, but faltered her steps once she realized. megan would want to sleep with leo, leaving the only other open bed in jack’s name. he’d say it’s not big deal, that they could sleep in the same bed no problem. but, even though they’d been in the same friend group for a few years now, she didn’t trust him all that much.
she turned back to danny, “please, please, please let me stay in your room with you-?”
danny looked down at her, shoulders dropping as he noticed her eyes turn up in a sappy, puppy-dog manner. he rolled his eyes, “of course you can, you don’t have to make that pathetic face. i’m rooming with ethan, but he doesn’t care. let’s go.”
danny called over the new kid and explained the rooming situation to him. he was completely okay with it, and introduced himself to y/n formally. she’d seen him around and heard about him, but this was the first she’d spoken to him. he was friendly enough.
y/n followed danny and ethan up the stairs. they ran into megan, jack, and leo and passed on the rooming news to them. then, just as they began moving along, the door beside them popped open. scott and stiles piled out.
y/n, frivolous and non-confrontational, did a two-step around ethan, slotting herself beside danny and the railing. stiles didn’t pay enough attention to anything, but he smelled her shampoo linger through the air. stiles looked over just quick enough to watch her disappear into the room beside his and scott’s.
this was going to be a long night.
luckily, danny had an extra pair of boxers for y/n to wear as makeshift pajama bottoms. the two boys, sweaty and tired from the bus ride in, took turns showering, while y/n scrolled mindlessly through the television. afterwards, ethan and danny made themselves comfy on the other bed. they were in a similar situation as y/n and stiles- sleeping together, with the agreement that feelings wouldn’t get involved. tale as old as time.
“man, i wish we had snacks. i’m starving,” danny pointed out as he pulled the covers over his legs. ethan sat a few feet from his left shoulder, as if they were trying to keep distance between them.
but, y/n wasn’t stupid- she recognized the tension between them. she knew it all too well. she knew danny wanted to hold ethan’s hand, knew ethan’s darting eyes lingered on danny’s lips- more than once. while ethan started their movie, she came up with the idea to give them a few moments alone. she’d read enough romance books to know the trope- one of them would break eventually.
“i saw a vending machine,” y/n recalled, sitting up in the bed, “i’ll go grab some stuff.”
she collected her purse from the floor and the room key from danny’s bedside table, before her friend could protest. she passed danny a knowing look as she slipped out the door. she wriggled her eyebrows in delight. danny rolled his eyes, though he was blushing, and the tiniest smile cracked his lips.
y/n’s tennis shoes creaked against the floor of the balcony. the motel was obviously old, with rusted corners. it had the faint smells of dust bunnies and moth balls whipping through the air. the sun had set since the start of their movie, and it made the already creepy setting a little more chilling. it was comforting that she saw a few of her classmates, moving between rooms, hanging out on the balcony. but, even though there were plenty of people, the motel had a way of making her feel felt deserted, distant from the rest of the world.
she turned the corner and finally saw the vending machine, tucked into the corner with the ice. she spent a few minutes picking out a few different things, and even managed to stretch out the time by popping open a bag of m&m’s. she checked her phone and saw that ten minutes had finally passed. y/n felt she could return now. if they hadn’t confessed their love for each other, hopefully they’d at least kissed or something.
y/n slid the key into the door handle, hitting it loudly against the metal in order to make danny and ethan aware of her return. she slowly, surely, opened the door. much to her surprise- and delight- she was met with the sight of way too much bare ass skin.
y/n slammed the door closed, eyes squeezed shut, a little scarred from whoever’s ass she had just seen. shuffling could be heard from the other side of the door, and she assumed danny and ethan were sorting themselves out. but, she felt bad, cockblocking them, so she called out, “hey, don’t even worry about it. i’m gonna go ask lydia if she has makeup wipes. you two…have loads of fun!”
y/n huffed out a breath. her hand fell off the door knob, and she looked around. lydia was just two doors down. she remembered seeing the redhead with allison, when they went inside their room earlier. but, she couldn’t remember if it was the door right next to theirs, or the one after it.
she wasn’t really sure.
all she did know was that stiles and scott were behind one of those two doors. and with her luck…
y/n opted for just sitting on one of the chairs in front of danny’s room. she pulled up a book on her phone. danny would text her, or even come and find her, once he was done doing whatever it is he was doing.
it was taking all her willpower to ignore stiles. the fact that she even missed him as much as she did was a red flag on the entire situation. she tried to convince herself that she didn’t miss him, but his lips, his words, his ability to draw out of her a feeling she’d never really known.
but thinking like that made it worse.
y/n occupied her mind with a few pages in her book. but, as she turned another chapter, she heard a a couple pairs of feet scuttle up the stairs. two voices she recognized were speaking in hushed whispers, anxiety setting their tones. y/n looked up from her phone, flushing a little when she saw stiles’ face in the dim light of the motel balcony. they were coming her way.
she tucked her chin into her chest, eyes glued to her phone, hoping they wouldn’t be paying enough attention to notice her. her chest was tight. she felt tingly.
that luck of hers…
“y/n? hey, hey, what’re you doing here?” stiles pushed past scott, squatting to his knees before her. his hand came to rest on her knee, his touch soft and warm.
y/n didn’t realize how cold she was, in just her tank top that she wore and the boxer’s she borrowed from danny. she shivered, brows drawing together in concern. “what?”
stiles sounded worried, a little scared, like there was something really wrong. his eyes fluttered around her, over his shoulder towards scott. the latter boy’s hair was wet, and y/n glanced out to the parking lot to see if it was raining. the wind whipped towards them, and the smell of gasoline prickled her nose. she looked back at scott, tilting her head. was he covered in gasoline?
stiles squeezed her knee, “what room are you in? you need to get inside, here, cmon.” he grabbed onto her hand, entwined his fingers with hers like it was habitual. pulled her to her feet.
“what’re you talking about?” y/n furrowed her brows, squeezing onto his hand.
scott spoke this time, “it’s, uh- we saw an animal or something weird in the parking lot. like, a mountain lion or-“ he exchanged a confused look with stiles, like neither were sure of his testimony, “or something.”
y/n shivered, again, fear from all of the animal attacks that plagued beacon hills settling on her skin in the form of goosebumps. stiles noticed and he quickly shrugged his coat off. he slid it around her easily, “what room are you in?”
“d-danny’s,” she stepped closer to him, grabbed his hand again. she pointed to the room in front of them. “we need to tell coach. what if it-“
“danny and ethan’s?” stiles clarified as he cut her off. she nodded, words falling from her lips.
scott and stiles shared a look, and the latter boy shook his head. “why don’t you come hang out with us for a bit? we can watch a movie or something?” scott offered.
y/n shrugged, “i guess. i’ll text danny and let him know. hey, we should really-“
“it’s okay,” stiles led her into their room, and scott followed.
she slipped out of her shoes and sat, warily, on the edge of one of their beds. stiles peeked out through the blinds, on guard from whatever was out there. y/n felt there was more to the situation than either of them was going to let on. being in such close corners with scott now- the gasoline was so thick in the air. but, the mountain lion story alone was enough to freak her out.
and, she didn’t know if she needed or even wanted to know anything more. weird things always seemed to happen in this town. she didn’t need a reason to have a panic attack.
scott got a text. he quickly pulled out his phone. the abrupt end of the silence lingering in the room made y/n jump slightly.
stiles reared his head towards his friend, “what? what is it?”
scott’s eyes glanced over to y/n, who was staring blankly at the floor. her knee bounced up and down, and she hugged her arms around herself. “um,” scott was coming up with an excuse, “i’m just gonna go check on allison and lydia.”
he opened the door to leave, and y/n shot up from the bed. “be careful! you really should go tell coach, too.”
scott nodded, “yeah, sure.” he slipped out of the room.
stiles turned to y/n, fidgeting with his hands. he stepped towards her, concern laced in his tired eyes, “hey, you okay?”
y/n always noticed how tired he always was. but, tonight, it seemed he was more so.
she stepped a little closer to him, examining his gaze intently, “i’m fine. just a little- a little freaked out. the animal attacks in this town are no joke.”
“yeah, tell me about it,” stiles mumbled. he was shaken up from the events taking place this evening- his friends possessed by some deadly energy, scott’s near suicide. but, he forced on a strong front. y/n needed his comfort and security, no matter how many texts from him she hadn’t answered.
y/n watched his stare fall to the floor, and he faded out a little. she touched his forearm, grounding him back to earth. he met her eye. she frowned, “are you okay?”
“yeah, yeah,” he waved her off, “just…tired, ya know. long day.”
“why don’t you lay down?” y/n offered. she tightened her grip on his arm, moving it up to his elbow.
his breath hitched. he missed her touch like water. , now it was flooding him.
he nodded and stepped towards the bed. “will you- lay with me?” he thought over his own words, and quickly tried to make it seem less romantic, “in, like, a not weird way? i don’t know- nevermind.”
“yeah, stiles,” y/n brushed his words off, “i can lay with you. in a not weird way. friends can…friends can cuddle.”
he ignored the way that word stabbed his chest, and led them to the bed. stiles slid off his shoes, pushed back the covers, and fell into the bed. he lay on his back and held open his arm for her. she slotted herself into his side.
it was warm. comfortable.
both of them fell asleep within minutes.
a week passed, and neither of them mentioned that night.
they didn’t talk about it when they had sex in the stiles’ jeep, after the meet. they didn’t talk about it the next day at her house, when they had sex, again. or, any of the three other times they had sex.
they didn’t talk about the fact that neither of them had slept that well in months. they didn’t talk about the fact that y/n clutched onto stiles’ like he’d leave with one wrong breath.
and they especially didn’t talk about the fact that stiles kissed y/n’s forehead before he drifted off.
and told her, “thank you.”
y/n didn’t want to tell danny. so, she didn’t.
but, he knew her better than anybody, so he caught onto the fact that she had, at the very least, been sleeping with stiles ago.
according to danny, she had a, “glow about her.”
y/n shoved his shoulder, hitting her palm off of his uniform pads. she hissed at the pain and held her wrist limply in her other hand.
“that’s what you get for being a whore,” danny joked, poking her side.
she winced at the touch. “ouch! you’re a dick.”
“you’re gonna turn into one!” danny turned back to his locker, rummaging around for the rest of his gear.
y/n crossed her arms over her chest. she was wearing danny’s jersey again for the game. “and what about it?”
“nothing! there’s literally nothing wrong with it,” danny shrugged. he pulled his glove from the top of his locker and turned around, pointing it at her. “i just know you.”
y/n knew what that meant. she knew why danny was concerned. she knew herself, too. she knew how these things ended.
but she was choosing not to care.
“whatever,” she pushed the glove away from her face, “just- good luck on your game, asshole.”
she gave danny a tight hug before heading towards the exit. there were a few other players still in there, getting dressed, chatting about the plays for the game.
she spotted stiles at his locker. he met her eye and grinned. a blush adorned her cheeks. she waved.
y/n was about to open the door when stiles came bounding up behind her. he held it open for her, leaning over to do so, and his face ended up right beside hers.
“hey,” he sounded breathless.
y/n smiled, “how are you?”
they hadn’t seen each other since wednesday. y/n had a few projects for school, and work, so her schedule was jam packed. stiles missed her like crazy, but of course, he couldn’t really say that.
“good,” he nodded.
they moved out into the hallway as they spoke. the door fell shut behind them.
“listen,” stiles went to say, as y/n said, “sorry.”
“go ahead,” they spoke over each other.
“sorry,” y/n laughed. she brushed hair back from her face.
stiles’ drew his eyes over her skin, which was painted with white and red dots around her eyes. “your makeup looks pretty,” he found himself saying.
y/n touched her cheek, insecurely, “oh, thank you.”
stiles, caught up in the moment, gently pulled her hand from her face. he dropped it to her side and then moved his touch to her chin. he drew her eyes to his, arching her face upwards. y/n’s breath caught in her throat.
“what do i get if i win?��� stiles found himself saying, a devilish grin on his face.
y/n was astounded by how good stiles had gotten at all this- the foreplay, the teasing, the things he’d say to her. he was an insecure, neurotic, freak most of the time. but, beneath the sheets, he’d learned control, confidence, power. it inspired security within her, positive self consciousness in her body, her movement.
and, though this made her face beat red, she smiled slightly. y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders, entangling her fingers in his hair, and she pressed her lips into his. stiles nearly melted at her touch, curving his body into hers. y/n felt his dick harden against her thigh. she held back a grin.
and she pulled away.
“you’ve gotta win first,” she shrugged, pretending she was innocent to everything.
she began walking away, proud. stiles groaned in response and watched her hips, intently.
“you are such a tease!” she shrugged again, not even glancing back. not until he called out, “hey!”
she looked back at him, “what?”
“you look cute in that jersey, by the way.”
he winked at her before disappearing inside the locker room.
y/n faltered slightly. the moment sunk into her skin.
oh, no.
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talesofboba · 8 months
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Simon says
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CW: suggestive, knife play, submission kink, swear words
gn!reader
Yandere!Dottore for you all *smooches*
"I'll never submit to a harbinger," you said, determined.
"We'll see about that... I enjoy games, the more twisted the better," he smiled, "and you... you're like a challenge, and you'll bring me so much fun."
You walked backward, touching the cold table full of his tools. You grabbed a scalpel and threatened him with it.
"Stay away." Your eyes ignited with fire, unafraid of hurting the mad doctor.
"Oh now, now, little lab rat, you might hurt yourself with that. I suggest you put it down." He approached you slowly, his arms behind his back. "Just play my game, will you? If you win, you're free to go."
It sounded way too good to be true; you slashed at the air, making him take a few steps backward.
"Which game? Hide and seek?"
He started to whistle a song, then made eye contact with you. A big scratch on his face from when you fought him off earlier, his eyes as deep and empty as the Abyss.
"I only play that one when I want to murder someone. You... you're too pretty for that."
The blue locks covering part of his face, the red blood from the scratch creating a contrast against his fair skin.
"What do you want from me?" Your voice trembled.
"I just want to help you. I am the only one," he paused, "who can help someone like you." He started walking towards you again, the sound of his heels against the floor tiles echoing through the room.
You pointed the scalpel again towards him. "TELL ME WHICH GAME, YOU PSYCHO!" you yelled.
"We are going to play... Simon Says, and of course, I am Simon."
You frowned. "That's not fair."
"Simon says that you should put the scalpel down..."
"As if." You took a step forward and tried to cut him. Dottore grabbed your wrist and disarmed you, turning the scalpel against you, the blade touching your face and going down.
"You should've done as Simon said..." he pouted. "Simon thinks you should stop misbehaving."
"Thinks, not 'said,'" you gulped.
"Simon says you should participate in the experiments you're scheduled for." The scalpel blade was now against the thread that held the buttons of your shirt, and with a quick movement, he cut them off, one by one.
You tried to push him away, but you were sick and weak. He had been trying to inject you with some new serum that would cure you, as long as you stayed to be his pet. He said it was an upgrade, from a test subject to his own pet that would pay off its debt. You weren't sure of the said cure; others had died from the injections, and he was developing that cure as a quick med injection for other Fatui. If you died, the world wouldn't miss you, but the harbingers had to remain alive. But if you survived, you'd become his shadow. You weren't even kidnapped; he approached you at a tavern, asking you about that cough and why you looked... haggard. You opened up to him because you knew he was a doctor, a twisted one, sure, but maybe he would recommend something to you. But the Fatui don't give away anything for free, yet the way he approached you was gentler than with others.
"What if I die?" you murmured.
"I can't promise you will survive, but the world would lose a pretty thing like you... so pure and... I'm just looking forward to breaking you," he smirked. "Therefore, I will do my best not to kill you." Your shirt was now fully open. "You can agree now, or I can continue to break your clothes until you're a whimpering freezing whore begging for some heat... Snezhnaya is quite cold, isn't it?"
What could be worse than freezing to death? You looked at him, then nodded slowly.
"I will do it, but please, let me go."
"Oh, no, I can't do that. Or... do you have the mora I ask for this kind of treatment?" His voice was playful. You shook your head. "Exactly," he concluded and removed your shirt slowly enough for you to get a taste of his touch. "Just close your eyes, relax, and focus on getting better. After all, I have great stamina, and I expect you to match it when you can engage in... physical activities." He whispered with his deep voice, stirring up something inside you, something you wanted to deny: you actually didn't mind becoming Il Dottore's pet.
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Now it's time to say goodbye
Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader
Summary: Y/N has a crush on Chishiya but hides it very well.
Warnings: angst, hidden feelings, a little bit of swearing, some spoilers for season 2, blood, being shot
A/N: Hi! I'm back. This time with Chishiya because it's another character I'm obsessed with (ofc with Nijiro as well). I hope you like it. Please tell me about any mistake. Requests are open
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You had no idea how long you had been here and how long had you been playing those crazy games but you knew one thing, you wanted it all to end. You had enough of this running, hiding, gambling your life like it was some money you weren't scared of losing. It wasn't. You have done a lot to stay alive in the real world, you survived your stupid ideas and God's will to kill all your motivation so loosing everything you had gained due to hard work wasn't on your 'to do' list. Especially not from hands of a psycho who was pointing a fucking gun at you.
"You don't have anything to say?" Niragi bent down and moved his face closer to yours so you could feel his breath on your skin. "Nothing? I can make you speak."
"Calm down." interrupted him Ann with her serious look and pushed him away from you. "Hatter will deal with her."
"He doesn't have a gut to hurt her!" yelled black haired and lifted your chin with the rifle so you locked your eyes with his. "He's weak."
"You better don't tell him that." you joked with a smirk.
"Let's go." Ann grabbed Niragi's collar and walked him out of the room in accompany of his yelling, promises of death and cursing, leaving you alone.
The room was big, as almost everything in the 'Beach', yet now it felt small, almost claustrophobic. You didn't know what Hatter would do with someone who killed three of his people without a reason...well, you had a reason but you knew that this so called "big boss" wouldn't understand. He was a man and men couldn't understand women's reasons and ways of their thinking. Oh, and they couldn't keep their hands for themselves.
"You better come back alive." Hatter came in with a silver-blonde haired man behind him and they both stood in front of you. "Come back alive and we will think what to do with you."
You were confused. Did Hatter just let you go without consequences?
"What?" you asked blinking like if something was in your eye.
"Chishiya said your visa is about to expire." explained the 'big boss' what only made you look at the quiet man besides Hatter who was looking at the window. "Go, play the game, win and then I will deal with you. I know what you did. And you will pay for that."
"It's not like they are....well, WERE innocent." you knew explaining wouldn't do anything but anyway you tried. "They needed to learn to keep their hands off of me. And any women here."
"Here, no one cares what we should or shouldn't." to emphasise his words, Hatter grabbed your chin and forced a kiss, making you wiggle to get away from his touch. "We do whatever we want, sweetheart."
"Don't you have your massage session?" mentioned nonchalantly Chishiya, the quiet silver haired man, what made Hatter move away from you and straighten up. "You don't want to miss it."
"I don't." agreed the 'big boss' and left the room, leaving you still tied to the chair and Chishiya with calming smile.
When the door closed behind Hatter, silver haired came closer to untie the knot at your wrists.
"Why did you lie to him?" you asked, your visa had few more days till expiration date. "Why did you help me? It's not your normal behaviour."
"If you didn't kill them, I wouldn't have to." the rope fell on the ground and finally you felt the blood running through your hands and fingers again. "Now move. We need to find you a game."
"You don't have to. I can help myself." you rolled your eyes as you walked out of the room, leaving Chishiya behind.
Some may ask why were you mean to the silver haired when he obviously saved your ass and gave you at least two days of life. Maybe because you were trying to hide your true feelings, maybe because you weren't grateful, maybe because you wanted to be your own prince charming...who knows.
The next day you left the 'Beach' to play a game in the city. You really didn't think while choosing so you were surprised when you found yourself in a game of hearts.
"Fucking hearts." you murmured when you took the phone and read the rules.
On the one hand you were happy you didn't have someone with you, someone like Kuina, Arisu, Usagi or Chishiya. Yet, on the other hand some help from one of them would be amazing. But you had to do that alone, so you started doing your job to survive. The game was only 3 of hearts so it was one of those easy yet still difficult, thanks to the hearts, ones. Playing with someone's heart, killing them at the end just to have 5 more days of your own life...it was worth it only if you had a reason to stay alive. And you had. So after an hour you proudly left the building, covered in blood from head to toe. Your eyes were shining with dangerous light, the fire of blood and life lust.
You didn't come back to the 'Beach' that day, you spent the night in the city almost all night looking at the card. 3 of hearts.
"Like an octopus." you laughed at your own, biological joke. "Three hearts, one in their butt so no one can find it. So it never dies."
The next day you headed back to the 'Beach' to meet with Hatter and his verdict about your life. Unluckily, or luckily, you only saw big, burnt ruin. The 'Beach' didn't exist anymore. Only big, dark smoke reminded you, and probably other people, of this place, place of joy, music, alcohol and freedom.
"You missed the big 'boom'." you turned around to see Chishiya slowly walking with hands in his pockets.
"I had my own problems." your answer was short and harsh, almost like if you were mad at the man for no reason.
"You won." silver haired looked you up and down with his calmness. "Hatter would be proud."
"Hatter would have killed me by now." little smile crawled on your lips when you heard this approval he had put in someone else's lips.
"Y/N!" Kuina joined the two of you along side with Ann, Arisu and Usagi. "You are back."
"Yeah." you nodded. "I've missed a lot, haven't I?"
"Totally. So it started with..." and the whole story was told by Usagi and Arisu who were interrupting each other to mention every detail from every point of view.
And that's how you ended up in their team for the next games.
Face Cards.
The King of Spades. You were so done with this man running everywhere with his guns and shooting people. He was worse than Niragi who only had been threatening people not actually killing them unless in a game. And thanks to this King, you were separated from the group. You were alone. Had been for few days, trying to survive in the city you used to live in. And those games. They were everywhere again until there was only King of Spades and Queen of Hearts.
"Fucking hearts." you murmured while looking at the big banner with the face card in the sky.
You really started to hate those red marks in the corners of the card which were reminding you to worry about the silver haired boy who was nowhere to find. You knew Chishiya was clever and would easily get out of any trouble yet you still were worried. You have been hiding your own feelings, even from yourself, that they had enough of being tossed together in the trash bin and now decided to show themselves in a form of worrying and constantly thinking about this man.
"Don't make me feel crazy!" you yelled and kicked the nearest trash bin which flew meters away and rolled on the floor, stopping by the dead boy of a woman probably killed by the Kind of Spades. You had to regret that, your wound from the bullet in your leg made you hiss and bend in half. "I will kill you, Shuntaro Chishiya. You will see, I will do it."
And that's when you saw him. White jacket on his shoulders, silver hair shining in the sun and of course hands in his pockets. You wanted to run towards him, to hug him and say how much you worried but you only stood there and waited.
"You are alive." when Chishiya stood in front of you, you smiled, hiding your wound behind it. "Well done. We don't have to look for your body."
"It's not like you would mind me being dead." his smile woken up butterflies in your stomach you were trying so hard to kill.
"Probably I will be dead first so I won't see that." you whispered but quickly smiled to hide the dark thoughts behind the mask, you were begging he hadn't heard you. "You know anything about Arisu or the rest?
"No." Chishiya shook his head. "I lost them when King of Spades attacked for the first time. When we lost you."
The way he said the last sentence...like he cared about loosing you then. You wanted it to be true but you knew it couldn't be so you just shook your head to get rid of those thoughts.
"Let's find them." you proposed, knowing damn too well you didn't have chances of finding them in this big city and it was the only way not to think about the man next to you.
But you didn't walk far. The King of Spades appeared out of nowhere and started the massacre again, making you run for your lives. You were trying to catch up with Chishiya whose hands were hidden in his pockets, as always, but your wounded leg was almost yelling at you to stop.
"Shiya. Here." you turned right and hid in the abandoned flower shop, and waited for the man to join you.
"You think he doesn't like flowers?" joked Chishiya, a little smirk appeared on his face.
"They don't suit him." you answered and when tried to move towards the window, you hissed in pain. "Fuck."
You moved a hand from the wound and looked at the blood on it, contrasting with your pale skin and white floor of the shop. Your eyes slowly moved to Chishiya's and you were sure he saw apology in them.
"Listen to me." you straighten up and pointed a finger at the silver haired. "There are two things I know."
You took a deep breath and, before continuing, you checked if the King of Spades was on the horizon..he wasn't.
"First thing, I might die soon." you locked your eyes with Chishiya's and maintained the eye contact. "I will try as hard as possible to catch up but I don't know for how long I will be able to run. I won't give up...haha...I am not that easy to kill yet as you can see, I am wounded. I will do my best...I will protect you."
The last words you whispered as if you were scared of them. You actually were. You were scared of your own feelings. Yet it was the only time you wanted to listen to them. It was your only chance.
"And the second thing?" it sounded like he didn't listen to your previous words but you have known him for some time, he had heard you.
"But promise you won't laugh." you asked him.
He rose his pinkie, the symbol of promise.
"Damn, it's hard for me." you laughed at yourself. "And embarrassing. But here we go."
Last breath before saying everything that you had bottled up inside. You weren't ready yet it was the time.
"You know...I've been mean to you. It's not like you did something or so...I was just....how to say that?" you brushed your hair and glued your eyes to your shoes, as far away as possible from Chishiya's eyes. "I was masking...I was masking my feelings. You probably realized that you weren't JUST a person to me. You are kinda important."
Another break for a short laugh session. You weren't good with explaining your emotions, not even mentioning understanding them.
"You are making me feel insane." you said with a smile. "Like every time I saw you I was like 'damn, he's so clever, he's amazing, so handsome.' So when I was separated I was so worried about you that I almost poked out my own eyes... Of course that's a joke, I like them. So...yeah...that's all."
"So you wanted to say, that you almost poked out your precious eyes because you were worried about me?" asked unbothered silver haired man with a lifted eyebrow.
"I- I-...." you chuckled at yourself and the situation you two were in. "Yeah, kinda. More like 'I have a crush on you' but your is better. So now as I told you everything I want you to know I really care about you, you mean the whole fucking everything to me and I will die today...probably."
The silence now lasted too long for you, you were impatient. You wanted to know his thoughts about your monologue, you wanted to hear anything, even just "okay" but something, not the silence.
"We need to go." Chishiya looked through the window and checked out the surroundings. "I think he left."
You wanted anything and it was your anything yet not the one you were expecting. But it was Chishiya, you would forgive him everything, even those words out of context of your speech. You smiled sadly and nodded.
"You have to survive." you whispered as you stood next to him. "Survive for me, Shutaro Chishiya."
Without any warning, you placed soft and gentle kiss on his lips before you left the shop. You didn't look at him, you knew you couldn't. You told him everything, you opened up and now felt naked...like Adam and Eve after eating the forbidden fruit in the Paradise. He saw the vulnerable side of you, the side no one ever saw so he could do anything with this knowledge, he was at the winning position now.
The neighbourhood was quiet...too quiet for this world.
"Let's go." you ordered and quickly moved on the other side of the road.
And it was a mistake. The gunshot announced the presence of the King of Spades.
"Run!" yelled Chishiya and followed you as you sprinted straight ahead.
You wanted to be faster, you wanted to live but the God, or the gods, of this world had other planes. And you hated them...you hated them all.
The pain...the pain was everywhere, in every part of your body. In your leg, in your hands, in your head and even in your precious eyes you liked the most. The voice got stuck in your throat, you couldn't yell when you were falling on the ground. You tasted the blood on your tongue, you felt it under your fingertips. You got shot.
"Y/N!" Chishiya's voice was coming from away but in your eyes he was close...which of those was wrong?
"GO!" you got the control over your voice so you yelled loud enough for him to hear. "Survive! Do it for me!"
He hesitated for a second yet when he heard another gunshot he left as you had ordered. You were breathing slowly, every breath worth everything you had ever had. The blood was sinking into ground, disappearing quickly from the surface. But you? You were smiling. You knew that this would come and you were kind of prepared. You had not regrets...especially after you told Chishiya everything you had been hiding.
The book's cover got slamed nonchalantly.
"Fucking hearts." you murmured before you closed your eyes letting the darkness consume you.
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"People's imagination is just too much." Chishiya threw the object on the ground and headed out of the ruined library. "They need to create something new other than getting shot and confessing almost on their deathbed."
"You enjoyed it." you joked and rose an eyebrow. "I saw that on your face."
"You were hallucinating." of course Chishiya wouldn't mention that he changed the original characters in his head and put himself, and you in their places...no one had to know.
You followed him with eyes full of admiration and this feeling you didn't want him to see. Maybe the book was true after all...at least about the main character's feelings.
The silence of almost dead Tokyo got interrupted by the shotgun.
"That's a King of Spades!" someone ran out of the alley and started running, passing you two. "Run!"
You looked at Chishiya, he looked at you...you knew. You two knew.
"Don't get shot in the leg!" yelled Shutaro when you were running away from the King.
"I thought you didn't like the book." you joked.
"I said it lacked creativity." answered silver haired. "Now run. I don't want to hear your drunk confession."
"She was shot not drunk, that's the first thing. And the second is ... I can confess now." you smiled brightly at Chishiya whose eyes were almost telling 'go on.' "I like you dumbass."
"I know yet I thought you would tell me about poking out your eyes but this will do."
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Felipe Drugovich - Is There Somewhere
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Pairing: Felipe Drugovich x female!reader (+ Clément Novalak x bff!reader) 
Warnings: none really, fluff, swearing 
Words: 3.6k 
Song rec: loosely based on Is there somewhere by Halsey
Author’s note: this took me so long bc I decided to play around with a different pov only to come to the conclusion that I hate it but at that point I’d already written most of it so decided to post it anyway 🤠 Gonna be writing more for Felipe so any other ideas are welcome!! Not proofread. Feedback very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx 
//
“Felipe” 
 It rolled off your tongue like you were made to say his name. Even with just that one word, Felipe knew what you wanted to say, your gaze switching between his eyes and his lips a few times. You were so close to him that Felipe was sure he’d remember every single freckle that adorned your beautiful face. 
He let his hand wander up slowly, caressing your cheek before both of you started leaning in… 
 THUD 
 A loud knock pulled Felipe right out of the dream he was having, making him shoot up in a panic. He ran his hands over his face and sighed as he tried to shake the image of you from his mind. 
Seven nights. 
This was the seventh consecutive night where you’d ended up in his dreams one way or the other. No matter how hard he tried, Felipe just couldn’t shake you. 
Whoever was at his hotel room door at this hour was growing impatient, the knocks increasing in frequency and intensity before he even had the chance to get out of bed. 
Felipe had a feeling he knew exactly who would be on the other side of the door. 
 “Felipe, mate! Pretty please open the door for your teammate?” 
 The stark contrast between hearing his name from Clem’s mouth after hearing it whispered softly by you in his dream made Felipe pauze, letting his forehead drop against the door as he took a deep breath. 
 When he finally opened the door, Clement all but fell into the room, stumbling slightly before regaining his balance. 
 “Jeez, what took you so long??” he sighed dramatically, slurring his words. 
 “Mate, you're drunk, go to your own room” Felipe answered, but he could tell from the determined look on Clem’s face that getting him out of here would be near impossible. 
 “Actually, I’m not going anywhere until we…have a little talk” Clem said as he nonchalantly plopped down on the edge of the hotel bed, patting the space next to him. The mischievous look in his eyes made Felipe’s skin crawl. 
He loved Clem like a brother, but nothing good had ever come from that look. 
 “You do know that we can talk during the day, like normal people do, right?” 
 “Oh but what would be the fun in that?” Clem replied mockingly. 
 Felipe considered his options for a few seconds, but quickly came to the conclusion that once Clem got something in that head of his, he wasn’t going to stop until got what he wanted. So he reluctantly shuffled over to the bed and sat down next to him. 
 “Marcus and I have decided that we need to stage an intervention” Clem crossed his arms in determination as the words left his mouth, “We can’t let this go on any longer” 
 “Mate, what are you talking about?” 
 “You’ve been skipping every night out with us for months now…and don’t give me the ol’ I need to focus on racing excuse, because you even stayed in after Barcelona. I mean, what kind of psycho wins the sprint and the feature race and then spends his night alone in his bloody hotel room?!” Clem was gesticulating dramatically, partly because of the alcohol, partly because it’s Clem.  
 Felipe sighed. He knew it would be about this. The boys had expressed their grievances about Barcelona for weeks on end. In the beginning of the year it was easy to come up with excuses, because it was his third year in f2 and it was now or never for him. 
Then he started winning, and now his friends are wondering why he can’t have one night of fun in between all the work. Felipe didn’t have to wonder why, he already knew the answer. It was you. 
 From the exact moment Clem wandered into the MP garage with you by his side, Felipe was in awe of you. 
Beautiful, soft-spoken, but you could make everyone in the room laugh with just a single comment. 
At first, Felipe feared you might have been there with Clement as his girlfriend, but when Clem introduced you those worries were luckily tossed to the side. You were childhood best friends, more like a sister to Clem if anything. You’d decided to follow him around a bit during your gap year, wanting to see the world and acting as MP’s free social media person, camera always present around your neck. 
Felipe initially thought his little crush would dissipate soon, until the Jeddah race when you’d come up to him while he was preparing to get in the car. 
 “Good luck out there today” you’d said with a soft smile, “I think it’s gonna go your way today” 
 “How do you know?” he had asked timidly. You just raised your shoulders nonchalantly, “just…feels like you deserve it” shooting him one last knowing look before turning on your heels and out of the garage. 
 Despite only having met you a few days ago, he felt a strange connection between the two of you, something he’d never felt before.
He won that race, and you had subsequently taken up residence in his brain. He thought about you in the car, during the debriefs, and now in his sleep too. He couldn’t escape you, even though he’d been trying hard enough. 
Since Jeddah, Felipe had done everything in his power to keep himself in check. This was his year. His championship to lose. If he allowed himself to get distracted and fail, he would never forgive himself. 
So he kept his distance from you, not allowing himself to get further than the friendly conversations in the paddock. When he knew you would go out with the boys, he stayed in, sure that the way he felt when you were around would only be intensified in a casual setting with some alcohol involved. He was doing the right thing, keeping both of you safe. You were none the wiser and he couldn’t get hurt. 
 “Hello?? Earth to Felipe” Clem was shaking him by the shoulder lightly, the look on his face a mix of disbelief and worry, “see, this is exactly what I mean, you keep disappearing, mate, and I don’t just mean physically” 
 “Clem, it’s just the championship getting to me, it’s..a lot of pressure” Felipe ran a hand through his curls, feeling just as disheveled as he probably looked after just being woken up at four in the morning,  “I don’t want to mess it up. I can’t afford to.” 
 Clem nodded, looking defeated as he pushed himself off the bed with a sigh. He seemed to have somewhat sobered up as his own fatigue caught up with him, but Felipe could tell that this discussion was far from over. 
 Right before he got to the door, Clement stopped in his tracks, seemingly debating with himself before throwing one last comment Felipe’s way. 
 “She thinks you hate her, you know” he sounded uncharacteristically serious for once. 
 Felipe perked up at once, not needing a name to know exactly who Clem was talking about . What? 
 “I’m not an expert, but I do know you, and I’m pretty fucking sure that is not the case. So just…sort your shit out. Please.”  
 Felipe sat frozen in place on the bed as the door fell shut behind Clem. 
 You thought he hated you? 
Even just the idea of it sounded so ridiculous, especially after he’d been dreaming about you less than ten minutes ago. 
Sure, he wanted to keep you at a safe distance, far enough so that his judgment wouldn’t be clouded, but this was not how far he wanted to push it. 
No, this wasn’t right, and he needed to fix it. 
Felipe paced around the room for a moment, fighting the urge to somehow find your room and explain himself. Ultimately, he decided against an impromptu confession at this hour of the night and forced himself to get back in bed. 
He made a silent promise to himself to handle the situation differently next race weekend. Maybe he could even be friends with you. Maybe. 
 When sleep finally found him again, he dreamt of you. 
 // 
 The next race weekend came and went in the blink of an eye. For an outsider, it looked like Zandvoort was shaping up to be the best weekend of Felipe’s life. It was, to an extent. 
P1 in the feature race made it so he was almost sure of the title next week in Monza. 
Despite all this, Clem’s comment still lay heavy on Felipe’s shoulders. He was determined to make you realize he wanted to be friends, which was made exponentially more difficult by the fact that he didn’t want to be friends with you at all. Not just friends, that is. 
 As Felipe entered the MP driver room, drenched in champagne from the podium celebrations, Clem was already inside, scrolling away on his phone. He’d crashed out of the race at one of the restarts so he had already changed out of his suit.  
 “Congrats again, big man. That title is as good as yours” 
 Felipe thanked him, but despite Clem’s words he couldn’t shake the feeling that Clem had been distant ever since last sunday. There wasn’t a doubt in Felipe’s mind that Clem was sincerely happy for him, but clearly the discussion had affected him as well. 
 “So, where’s the party tonight?” Felipe asked as he unzipped his suit, tying it around his waist. If he wanted to make things right, tonight was the night to do it. 
 Clem looked like he’d just seen a ghost, but his signature smile followed suit. He all but jumped from his chair and slapped an arm around Felipe. 
 “Yes boy, that’s more like it! You’re buying the first round tonight”
 After Clem’s initial excitement had somewhat dimmed, he suddenly sported the same serious look he’d had in the hotel room. 
 “Y/N’s coming too, just so you know” he said. 
 Felipe nodded, “yeah, I figured she would”, he stared down at his feet. 
 “You know she’s like a sister to me, so just…don’t hurt her” Clem spoke, a hand landing on Felipe's shoulder and giving it a squeeze. 
 “I don’t..that’s literally the opposite of what I want to do. I don’t know why I’m making it so difficult” 
 “I think you got it bad for her, mate. I get it, that can be scary. Just try not to muck it all up, yeah?” 
 If somebody had told Felipe at the beginning of the year that Clem would be giving him girl advice, he would have laughed in their face, but here he was. The prospect of getting to see you in a few hours made Felipe’s chest tighten. You had been in the paddock less and less over the last couple of months, and now Felipe could see he was the reason behind your absence. 
He hoped that in a week's time, the title would be his, but more importantly, that he’d see your face when he looked down from the podium. 
 // 
 The club that Marcus and Clem had chosen was about on par with Felipe’s expectations. A dim blue light illuminated the space, people already standing in line at the bar, credit cards in hand, because it was clear you needed a good amount of alcohol to dance to the so-called music blaring from the speakers. 
Felipe was more nervous than he’d been before the race, more nervous than he’d been the entire season to be fair. His lack of partying experience made him feel out of place and fidgety as their friend group packed into the club and around one of the small tables near the bar. 
Clem hadn’t forgotten about Felipe’s promise to buy the first round, and clearly he had taken it upon himself to spread the word. After a few whoops and hollers from the boys, Felipe conceded and shuffled through the crowd towards the bar. 
He was just about to turn around and call one of the boys over to help him carry the drinks when he caught sight of you.  
You were standing at the bar, sharing a friendly conversation with a girl he recognized as Liam’s girlfriend while the bartender handed you your drinks. 
Felipe stood frozen, all plans of how he would approach you straight out the window as he took you in. You never failed to take his breath away. The excessive noise of the music and the people around him seemed to blur into the distance as he focused solely on you. 
While sipping your drink, you suddenly broke out into laughter at something the girl with you had said, reaching out to touch her arm as you doubled over. 
Felipe found himself strangely jealous of her, because he would give anything to be the one that made you laugh like that. He was sure that just the feeling of your hand on his arm would single-handedly ruin his ploy to be just friends with you. With you, he would always want more. He couldn’t trust himself. 
 He was torn out of his haze as he suddenly made eye contact with the girl in front of you. Before he could register what was happening, she leaned forward to whisper something in your ear, causing you to turn and face his direction. 
Felipe immediately shifted his gaze down towards his feet, coughing awkwardly before turning his attention back to the drinks on the bar. He wanted to slap himself for chickening out at the first sight of you, but he didn’t feel ready to face you just yet. 
Unluckily for him, you didn’t have the same idea. 
 “What is your problem?” 
 Felipe almost dropped one of the glasses he was trying desperately to fit into his arms as you appeared next to him. He spun around to face you, mind racing as he tried to remember a single word of the speech he’d rehearsed in his head all night. You didn’t look angry, just confused as your eyes bore into his, refusing to back down before he gave you an explanation for his less than normal behavior. Before he had a chance to respond, Clem appeared from between the crowd. 
 “Mate, if I’d known it was gonna take you so long I would have had more shots at the pre’s-” Clem stopped his rant directed at Felipe as he took in the scene in front of him. He quickly pieced together that he’d walked in on something he’s not supposed to be a part of, the tension palpable between his two best friends. 
 “Okay, uh, don’t mind me. I’ll just uh- carry the drinks for you, let you two get back to…”, he gestured between the two of you, “whatever this is” he flashed his signature cheeky smile before shuffling away, cleary ready to tell Marcus all about exactly why the drinks were taking so long. 
 Felipe took a deep breath, closing his eyes and attempting to collect his thoughts. The last thing he wanted to do was dig himself an even deeper hole just because he was nervous to talk to you. When he opened them, you were still staring at him, your expression softer, hopeful for an explanation.
 “Do you want to go somewhere and talk?” he asked timidly. 
 You looked taken aback by his question, but answered quickly nonetheless. 
 “Yeah, I’d like that” 
 Felipe nodded, springing into action as he pushed his way through the crowd. You followed suit but struggled to keep up with him. When Felipe noticed, he extended his hand out to you. You looked at his outstretched hand for a second, but before Felipe had even registered the implications of his offer, your warm hand enveloped his as you shuffled closer to him, allowing him to guide you swiftly towards the exit of the club. 
 He had been right, earlier, when he thought that one touch of your hand would be enough for him to crumble underneath his feelings for you. The feeling of your intertwined hands made his stomach flutter, and Felipe couldn’t bring himself to let go even after he was greeted by the cool breeze as he stepped out of the club with you in tow. 
 The silence felt heavy as Felipe continued to guide you along the street, your hand in his indicating the many words left unsaid between you and him. It was only a few minutes before you reached the beach. Finally letting your hand drop from his, Felipe stood at the edge of the sand, contemplating his next move. You decided for him, leaning down to quickly rid yourself of your shoes before jumping into the sand and walking towards the water, Felipe following your example. 
 “Y/n, I..” Felipe wanted to say so much that he didn’t even know where to start. 
 “You are really confusing, you know?” you spoke up, facing him head on, hair blowing slightly in the wind, “I never know where I stand with you. Sometimes you act like I'm invisible, other times I catch you staring at me like…” you struggled to find the right words. 
 “Like what?” 
 “Like the way you’re staring right now!” you finally replied, “I don’t know what you want from me”
Felipe understood how strange his behavior must look from your point of view. He needed to come clean about everything if he wanted to keep you in his life. 
 “I’m just overwhelmed by you. When we met at the beginning of the season I thought I could just shake it off, but then in Jeddah..you were in my head after that” 
 Your expression softens as he speaks, clearly remembering the moment before the race when you’d gone to wish him luck. Perhaps you’d felt it too, the connection between you that had been occupying Felipe’s every thought since. He could only hope so. 
“but at the same time I was finally winning, feeling like I had a real shot at the title this year. It was my last chance, my third year…my parents already are giving up so much to give me this opportunity” , Felipe hated how his accent became more prominent whenever he was nervous. It’s the reason he hates doing interviews, but this might be even worse. 
 “Truth is I was scared” he admitted, “scared of getting hurt, scared that I would mess something up with you or with the racing..so I took the easy way out and just did nothing” 
 You frowned slightly as you listened to him speak, and Felipe hated that he was the reason for your worried expression. 
 “but I dream of you. All I do is dream of you” 
 He instantly felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders at his confession.  
“You deserve to know, and I’m sorry for treating you the way I did” 
 He stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t. His words had clearly rattled you, and for once it was you who was at a loss for words, the only sound breaking the silence being the waves breaking a few meters away. 
 “Y/n..please say something” Felipe pleaded softly. 
 He’d expected you to be angry, to say you need time. Maybe, if he was really lucky,  you might agree to try and be friends again. What he didn’t expect is for you to respond by kissing him. 
 You took him by surprise by leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on his lips. You lingered there as your eyes opened, whispering softly as you realized what you’d done “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of jus-” Felipe cut you off by rejoining your lips, all gentleness now gone as his hands cradled your face while you kissed. Your arms found their way to his waist, knuckled whitening from grabbing onto his shirt. 
He’d dreamt about this moment so many times, but even the best of dreams couldn’t compare to having you in real life. 
You were lost in eachother as the kiss deepened, tongues working together like you’d kissed each other a thousand times before. 
When your lips parted Felipe let his forehead rest against yours, not ready to give up having you so close to him just yet. He could stay in this moment forever if he could. 
 “One of us should probably say something” you whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. 
 “So I take it this means you forgive me right?” he asks as he reluctantly lets you take a step back.
 “Hmm, I don’t know, I’ll think about it” you replied sarcastically. 
 “Oh, very funny” Felipe reaches out to tousle your hair in response to your teasing. 
You joked and chatted with each other as you made your way back towards the club. If Felipe had his way, he would be alone with you, talking and kissing all night to make up for lost time, but he realized it was best to take things slow. 
 Once back inside, Clem immediately spotted you together. He looked a mess, hair sticking to his forehead and shirt almost completely unbuttoned for some reason, the night's drinks having their desired effect. Felipe gave you a joking look as Clem made a beeline towards the pair of you. 
 “There you guys are; I swear I was this close to calling the fu-” he stopped his tirade as his eyes landed on your intertwined hands. A knowing smile appeared on his face as he stepped closer to pat Felipe on the back. 
 “Bloody knew you had it in you mate”, before turning away in an attempt to locate the boys. 
“Oi, Marcus, you owe me fifty bucks, mate!!” he said, pointing towards his two friends. 
Felipe rolled his eyes, giving your hand a little squeeze. 
 He was sure that when he went to sleep that night, he would dream of you again. 
Only this time, waking up would be even better. 
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inthememetime · 2 years
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Scenario Idea; Vlad takes Jack and Madeline Fenton to court for Custody of Danny and Jazz Fenton. Danny thinks it's all some big plot by Vlad except investigations begin unearthing horrors and with the aid of a video link they get to see their parents' true selves without their loving family filter.
Tws: fanon-typical dissection mention
*Hacker Voice* I'm in
Check under the cut for more details
Vlad has a reason for staying away for 20 years. See, he knew the Fentons. Was even friends with them- until they started wondering about how ectoplasm would effect the human body. He highly doubts his accident happening one week later was really an accident.
Somebody let these two reproduce? And keep the kids??
He made a bad first impression, he knows. Maybe surprise adoption wasn't the best reaction when he found Jack and Maddie made their own son into a halfa, but he panicked, ok? And he didn't want to involve the cops because hello- either he'd be called a psycho and locked up or experimented on.
Jazz is more open to the idea than Danny at first, I think. Danny has that territorial ghost behavior working against him. But it doesn't take long, after they see the Lunch Lady dissected, followed by the Box Ghost, then blob ghosts. And the Fentons are enjoying it. While the ghosts are screaming, they're making jokes, dinner plans, throwing out vacation ideas.
Maybe they find the list of planned experiments about Vlad. Maybe there's a reason so much of their food was ectocontaminated, and why Maddie and Jack wore hazmat suits all the time while Danny and Jazz didn't. Maybe the human experimentation started with Vlad- but didn't end there.
Vlad is played as an enemy- but by who? By Danny and Jazz, who were on their parents sides. Vlad's not perfect, but he's better than that. Isn't he?
Turns out his obsession isn't really with Maddie & family, it's with vengeance and family.
I think we all know Vlad wins this. But how deep does it go? How much of the loving family was an act? Were Danny and Jazz ever just normal kids, or did their parents always see them as science projects?
I think I'd tell this largely epostilary, through texts, emails, news articles, and journal entries. With the occasional chapter situated in the courtroom, interrogation rooms, or in a private area with Vlad and the kids.
I think I'd also have a few chapters from Vlad's POV from college. Jazz and Danny have to decide who to trust, if they can trust anyone but each other, and have to deal with the face Danny and Vlad are halfas getting out, because if you don't think our boi had to watch his traumatic death, you're wrong.
I think I'd also like to see a few chapters from Alicia. Maybe there's a reason she hates Jack, maybe she blames him for her sister going crazy. Is she willing to work with Vlad, or is she another competitor, one they're even less sure of than Vlad?
Bonus: Vlad decides to look into this because of intel leaked by Jazz. He may be a fruitloop, but she and her brother would be safer with him, and she's afraid her parents might figure it out soon.
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melloween-candie · 10 months
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Yandere Carl [C.G]
Carl Gallagher as a Yandere Headcanon
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"Yandere Carl Gallagher headcanons?!"
A/n - I was actually planning on doing that for the whole Gallagher family~ I just got held up but don't worry. I'll do Carl next. :)
Carl's a psycho, and that's on ✨PERIOD✨
Submitted by Anon
Warning! Overprotective, some bad language, mentions of manipulation, kidnapping, violence, yandere behavior, delusion, and some paranoia
Word Count: 888
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Yandere Type [Calm]
Okay, first of all, I believe that once Carl finds his darling, he'd instantly become obsessed.
However, him kidnapping you would be a slow burn cause he's still pretty young, and he's still looked after by his family even when he doesn't live with them anymore.
He'd be very cautious about it.
Like Carl may be dumb with everything else, but when it comes to things that relate to breaking the law, he's an expert.
He wouldn't even try to become your friend.
He'd just start flirting with you, and he'd try to win you over with all his 'bling.'
Basically, he'd avoid the friend zone at all costs.
Carl, as a yandere, would differently be the protective type.
Like he sees someone bullying you- once you're gone, he threatens them so they never mess with you again.
He wouldn't kill them, though. I can't really see Carl being a murderer, but perhaps when he gets older, older then maybe.
He'd most likely stalk you.
Would probably be a little perv and steal some of your dirty undies.
While we are on the topic of pervy stuff, he'd probably masturbate to your social media pics.
He wouldn't try to kidnap you instantly. First, he'd prepare.
Though once he has you, he's going to act like it's a normal thing.
He's a little delusional because of how he was raised; he thinks this is okay.
Remember that one episode when Carl came back from military school, and he kidnaps this guy, and in the end, the guy leaves feeling great? Yeah, it's kinda like that. What I mean is that if he sees a problem with you, he'll do anything to 'fix' it.
Carl, however, does have his morals. He wouldn't force himself on you too quickly. He'd actually try to make you love him.
Like he knows he ain't ugly like that. He'd try to woe you even though he kidnapped you.
At some point, he'd break through.
Of course, I see him as a good yandere- what I mean is that he'd be soooo sweet to you but ruthless to anyone else when it comes to the topic of you.
Would definitely feel a little threatened by those who are looking for you. He'd probably put a stop to that quickly.
He's the type of yandere to truly believe that you actually like him. You just don't wanna show it. Ya know- playing hard to get.
Honestly, at some point, when you finally gain Stockholm syndrome, he'd probably let you go. Like he'd trust you enough to let you walk around the house.
By that point, he'd already had his house.
His true goal is to be a 'normal' family. With kids running around and you being a 'stay-at-home mom' (Not the gender itself, just the stereotypes), and him being a working 'dad.'
Okay, to sum it all up. He'd be the protective yandere who stalks you sometimes. Though the creepiest part of this all would have to be how calm he is throughout all this.
And if you ever try to escape, well, he ain't above 'discipline.'
Overall, Carl as a Yandere would actually be good...? What I mean is that comparing him to his other older siblings... At least his calm and sweet to you. Like if he was a Yandere, no one, AND I MEAN no one, would even notice.
He'd be really sweet to you, and he'd try and charm you, then he'd kidnap you and get really delusional and extremely protective, he'd probably even get really paranoid, so he'd move you to a different location once in and while at least when he knows that everyone gave up looking for you.
He'd even be a little manipulative, saying stuff like how "everyone gave up on you pretty quickly, they don't really care about you as much as I do." or like how "I'm the only one you need."
Over all Carl is the yandere who is protective, delusional, manipulative, and actually treats his darling fairly decent. Like if you do something bad, you get punished, but if you do something good, you get rewarded.
And if you guys had kids, which you will, he'd do the same thing to them. He's a fair father.
Also, he'd differently have cameras. He'd even go as low as to train his kids into thinking it's okay to tell him if 'mom' tries to leave. His kids would probably even become a little mean to you if you don't do as they say. One thing is for sure family life would be the start of a bigger he*l hole for you. Sorry, but he just will never learn to trust you when it comes to you going outside alone. And ya, the kids will pick up on that eventually and use it against you.
You can try and tell Carl, but he would most likely not do anything about it and would probably blame you for not being a 'mother' in the situation, and it's all in your head. Like "You have the power to stop them. Tell them off or something." Then he leaves. Even though they probably won't listen to you once he leaves.
Like they're little angels when he's around, but once he's gone, they ain't. Basically, they most likely won't respect you.
They are basically Carl's little minions.
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A/n
Like all the other Yandere headcanons I made... I didn't make this whilst thinking about an order. I just made it based on the stuff that popped into my head at that moment, so sorry if it seems out of order or somewhat repetitive. However, I tried to keep him in character. So I hope you guys like it~
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blushstories · 1 year
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danger zone - b.butcher
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summary: "if you're ever in trouble, give me a shout, alright?" he had said. you didn't hang around to define 'trouble', but you're pretty sure that this would qualify.
warnings: the epitome of "let's put these guys in situations"
word count: 785
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You hadn’t intended for anyone to eavesdrop on your conversation over the phone. But the moment you begin insulting Homelander to your best friend, there’s commotion in the coffee shop you’re sitting in. 
“He doesn’t care about anyone besides himself,” you had said. “He’d hurt just about anyone if it meant he’d keep his power. Social, political, biological.”
And then the scraping of chairs and a gravelly shout. You turn to see a man, face flushed a bright red, jabbing his finger sharply in your direction. Lead pools in your stomach. You tell your friend you’ll call them back, and pull up the most important contact in your phone. 
Locking it to save the page where it is, you watch the vexed man to see whether he’ll calm. Everyone’s looking at you. Your muscles tighten in your legs. 
“You’ve got no idea what they do for us! Ungrateful bitch!” 
Your mouth falls open in shock, but you blink out of it, “Excuse me?” 
“I heard what you said!” He hisses, saliva spraying from his mouth. The red fabric of his shirt darkens under the moisture. Nobody makes a move to hold him back as he stumbles away from his table. 
You take your cue to leave, putting the strap of your bag over your shoulder and rushing out the door. 
You slip under the arms of strangers in the busy street, between shoulders and away from the angry shouting. Your heart pounds in your ears and your mouth is dry. If anyone is perturbed by your urgency to get past, they don’t say it. 
Eventually, shouting fades away as the crowd thins, and you feel safe enough to give more attention to your phone. You unlock it and call him, heart pounding. 
Billy Butcher picks up after three rings. 
“‘Ello, love.” You can hear his smug smile from across the line. Usually you’d tease, but you just want to get home. 
“Hey, Butch. Can— could you pick me up?” You say shakily. 
“‘Course I can. Whereabouts are ya?” He asks, a little grunt slipping from the back of his throat as he probably stands up. 
You tell him the name of the street and the direction you’re going in. 
“You alright? You sound like you’ve just done a marathon,” he comments, the sound of his keys tinkling in the background. 
“Good. Yeah,” you say, pushing the phone into your cheek as you try to calm yourself down. 
“Y/N…” he says, suddenly serious. “What happened?” 
You take a deep breath. Keep walking.
“Technically, nothing. One of Homelander’s fans overheard me shitting on him and got mad. Like, frothing at the mouth ‘psycho’ style mad. He followed me out the door but I think I’ve lost him,” you say, sneaking a look left to right and not seeing anyone. 
Butcher sighs at the other end of the line. In frustration, or stress, you don’t know. 
“Brainwashed bastards,” he curses. “Alright, stay on the line. I’m almost there.”
“Thank you, Butcher,” you say, taking another breath to try and calm down. 
“Did he try anything?” He says. 
“Didn’t stick around to find—oh, fuck.” 
There’s a figure across the street, just turned the corner. Red shirt, same build. The face is hazy given the distance but that doesn’t stop an anvil falling through your chest. 
“What?” 
You squint. Are you seeing this right? 
“He’s followed me. Shit!” You say in disbelief. “Fuck me, oh my God.” 
“Fucking hell. Sit tight, love. We won’t let the cunt get ya,” Billy clears his throat, but it’s hard to find his words reassuring when across the road, a man twice your size is marching towards you. 
A car engine grumbles loudly in the fabric of the air. Speeding down the street, you see Butcher’s car. It feels impossibly slow, watching the vehicle, but it screeches to a stop just in front of you. 
The smell of burnt rubber fills your nostrils, and you yank the door open before flinging yourself in. 
Butcher looks out his window as your shut the door behind you, “That him?” 
You say breathlessly, “Yeah.” 
His hand disappears into his coat, but you grab the fabric quickly. 
“Don’t, save yourself the cleanup. Let’s just go, please?”
Butcher presses his foot harder into the accelerator than usual to bring you home. Your legs shake intermittently and despite looking the other way, you feel Butcher’s eyes flicker to you every so often. 
“You alright?” He asks, a little tentatively. He doesn’t want to spook you. Your tentative nod makes him frown, your stare lost somewhere miles away from here. Butcher feels a scratching at his chest, and makes an effort to help you feel safe when you arrive back.
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fog-and-rust · 7 months
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Hogwarts Legacy Incorrect Quotes Part 4 (feat. my Hufflepuff!MC, Ellie)
Sebastian: Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit now has a body count.
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[At some point in the beginning of the game. Let's pretend that teachers are concerned with bullying]
Professor Weasley: What would you do if one of your classmates viciously teased you again and again?
Ellie: Oh, that’s easy. I’d take a quill—
Professor Weasley: To write something to your teacher?
Ellie: —make sure that it’s really sharp, and ram it into their eye at full tilt! Leander always says the quill is mightier than the sword because they can’t outlaw bringing quills to school!
Professor Weasley: *internal screaming*
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Sebastian: I have yet to encounter a problem where an Unforgivable Curse didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.
Anne: This is why uncle doesn't fucking love you!
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Ellie: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?
Leander: Several school rules violations.
Ominis: Three counts of using my relations.
Garreth: Roughly thirteen vials of my latest experiment.
Imelda: Also, I used the enchanted bludgers to hurry them up.
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[MC keeps using her friends to break into Ravenclaw common room]
Ravenclaw knocker: What is a dream?
Ominis: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.
[the door opens]
Ellie: That's too dark, edgelord.
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[After Astronomy lesson]
Garreth: Ellie has no survival skills, her need to win has replaced them.
Amit: That can't be true!
Garreth: Watch this.
Garreth: Hey Ellie, race you to the bottom of the stairs!
Ellie: *jumps from Astronomy tower*
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[After she and Poppy freed a dragon]
Leander: What in Merlin's name is wrong with you??
Ellie: What? No good morning?
Leander: Good morning, what in Merlin's name is wrong with you??
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[The squad gathers in the Room of Requirement]
Ellie: Alright, listen up you psychos.
Ellie: Not you, Amit. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.
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[In the goblin mines]
Ellie: We have fun, don’t we, Amit?
Amit: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.
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Ellie: We are not mad, Sebastian. We are just disappointed.
Ominis: No, we are mad.
Ellie: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide.
Ominis: No, we’re not!
Ellie: I am not a mind reader, Ominis!
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Duncan: Everett, Ellie keeps bullying me, what should I do?
Everett: Ask a teacher for help.
[The next day…]
Duncan, to Professor Ronen: Will you help me beat up Ellie?
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Professor Weasley: Godric's heart, how would you explain this kind of crude behaviour?
Sebastian: I'm gonna have to say verbally.
Ellie: Because judging by that tone of voice...
Garreth: ... You might not be in the mood for the dance performance we've prepared.
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Ellie: That has to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen.
Amit: For the benefit of everyone present, I will clarify this is not a challenge.
Sebastian, Poppy, Natty & Garreth: Awww...
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Ellie *going on another quest*: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.
Poppy: Of course, I can't flip this table by myself.
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[AU where Leander and Ellie are the ones who fight a troll in Hogsmeade]
Ellie: Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it!
Leander: The power to believe in myself!?
Ellie: No, you already know Diffindo! Slash it!
***
Sebastian: Am I going to far?
Ominis: No, no, no. You went too far about 2 weeks ago. Now you’re going to Azkaban.
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Ellie: *sneaking in Hufflepuff common room late at night*
Poppy: *sitting on a sofa and casting Lumos* You want to tell me where you've been all night?
Ellie: I was stargazing with Amit?
Amit: *sitting on another sofa and also casting Lumos* Wanna try again?
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Ellie: I have so much energy, I want to compete with Imelda or commit a petty felony... which should I do?
Leander: Please don’t get arrested.
Ellie: No promises!
Sebastian: Why not both? Get creative!
Ellie: Wonderful suggestion, thank you.
Leander: Please don’t encourage her, Sebastian.
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Amit: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.
Everett: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.
Duncan: Puffskeins?
Samantha: Cornish pixies?
Ellie *chilling in Ravenclaw common room*: Chomping Cabbages.
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[the Squad at flying lesson]
Garreth, Leander, and Amit: *flying normally, enjoying the view and talking*
Imelda, Poppy, and Ellie: *flying past them, as fast as they can, chasing Duncan who is screaming*
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Poppy: Could you at least try to see this from my perspective?
Natty: *crouches down*
Imelda: *kneels down*
Ellie: *sits on the floor*
Poppy: ...
Poppy: I hate all of you.
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Ellie: *falls down the stairs*
Amit: Are you okay?
Leander: Stop falling down the stairs!
Duncan: How’d the ground taste?
Ellie: *getting up like nothing happened*
Ellie: *releases Chomping Cabbages*
Duncan: Mom, pick me up, I'm scared.
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fangirlstorycreator · 3 months
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CK Terry Silver X Reader
Context: First you were enemies....but now he was about to be your lover...😏 Part 1??
You were so confused when you got a call from your cousin Johnny, especially when he asked you to come down and visit him in LA, you hadn't spoken to him in a long time. But when you guys did see eachother after a long time, it was like being around a brother, he was a funny and very simple guy, and he did make you laugh. He didn't say why he wanted you to come and visit him, just that it was an emergency. You booked some time from your work and made your way down to LA to see Johnny, you were booked up in a really nice hotel during your stay so you felt nice and comfortable, for some reason you could never sleep properly in someone elses house. After you got your things unpacked, you left the hotel and made your way to a coffee shop that Johnny told you about, it wasn't that far thankfully. You entered the coffee shop and see Johnny sat next to someone who looked a little familiar, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. "Y/N!" Johnny shouted as be ran over to you, pulling you in for an enthusiastic hug. "Hey Johnny! It's great to see you too" "I'm so glad you came, we really need your help" "We?" He smiled and lead you over to the table, and that's when you recognise who is sat there. "Oh my god, Daniel Larusso!" "Hey Y/N, it's good to see you" He smiled and stood up to give you a hug too before you all took a seat at this little coffee table by the window. "Wow Daniel, it's been so long since I last saw you. What on earth is the reason your hanging out with this loser?" "Screw you Y/N, I ain't no loser!" "Maybe when you can win a karate fight against me, then I can call you something else. It's not my fault you can't take me" "Yeh yeh your so funny Y/N" You and Johnny shared a look and laughed, you guys were always playful together. "So Daniel, why are you hanging out with Johnny? The last time I saw you both together you were in that tournament" "Me and Johnny have had our differences and issues yes, but we've put that behind us and we are working together to keep miyagi do a float" "Oh I remember miyagi do, it was always a lovely environment there. So you've both taken it over?" "Yes, its had its ups and downs, but were trying" "That's great to hear. So? Why did you ask me to come down hear Johnny? What's going on that you need help with?" Johnny and Daniel share a concerned look, and Johnny looks back at you with a serious expression.
"Y/N, do you remember a guy called sensei John Kreese?" "Do I? He was an #sshole who acted like a psycho. Is he still around?" "Hey was...but it seems that he wasn't the one we had to worry about" "What do you mean?" "You see, Kreese brought back cobra kai when Daniel opened Miyagi do, and lots of sh#t happened that we don't really have time to explain. Let's just say, sh#t hit the fan! Anyway, Kreese needed help after his first attempt at reopening cobra kai didn't work, and that's where HE came into the picture" "I'm sorry, HE?" "Daniel sat up a little to face you. "Johnny is talking about a guy called Terry Silver, this guy made Kreese look like a picture of serenity, and Kreese is a god damn psychopath! He trained me years ago, and he tried to turn me into something I wasn't, he even trained me to a point where he made my knuckles bleed" "Oh my god that sounds awful! So this Terry guy came back and made everything worse for you guys?" Johnny nods "He did, he's planning on making cobra kai dojo's all over the valley, and we entered a tournament recently and we lost the chance to run miyagi do. His main dojo isnt far from hear, and he is running the place with a new sensei, and she is dangerous" "But I still don't know why you asked me down hear" "I invited you down hear to see if you could help us in our fight against Terry Silver. I've been in a fight with him myself, and f#ck me that old b#stard can kick! He's the strongest around and noone can take him down. That's why I invited you back Y/N....your the only one who can take him down" "What? Why do you think that?" "Y/N, you've trained your entire life to be the sensei you are today, and strangely, both you and Silver have trained and mastered the same karate style and had the same master. But you have way more experience that he does, he has only mastered that fighting skill, and he's dangerous. But YOU! You've mastered that style, plus you've mastered tae kwan do, capoeira, krav maga, kang soo do AND bojutsu! You even know weaponry! That's f#cking awesome! And Terry would shiver at the thought of you" "Daniel? What are your thoughts on this?" "We had discussed having a plan B for incase something was to go wrong and we needed help, even after we asked Chozen for help, he managed to figure out that we were trying to play him. But now, we have to think about the safety of our families, and that's where you as our plan B comes in. Your the only one strong enough and clever enough to face him, and you have the intellect to put him in his place if he tries to manipulate us"
"Daniel's right, I've never known anyone who can stop you physically or intellectually Y/N. I mean you can be a right pain in the ass! But your still our best hope at helping us. So the question is, will you help us?" "Before I give you an answer, I need more details about this Terry guy" "What do you want to know?" "Well firstly, Daniel you said that he taught you when you were younger, so he must be much older than us?" Johnny smirks and says "That ancient piece of sh#t has got to be in his late fifties maybe early sixties" "So quite a bit older then" "Don't let that fool you Y/N, he managed to kick my ass once when me, him and Kreese saw eachother in the old dojo. He may be old, but f#ck me he can kick!" "So he's very strong then? I like a challenge. So what exactly would I be doing?" Daniel takes a sip of his coffee then says "Its mostly for protection Y/N, he has threatened to hurt my family and has already tried with Johnny's. There is this charity event for some bonsai tree's tomorow, and unfortunately I've been told it's being held at Terry's home. All I would need you to do is come with me and Amanda, and if Terry tries any manipulation tactics, I would just ask for your support, to show him that he can't do anything when your around. Make him feel scared for once" "I can absolutely do that for you Daniel, from the way you've described him, I already know how he might behave. He's showing the rest of the world how (nice) he is while you guys see the real him, I know how to go about men like that. What time do you need me ready tomorow?" "Oh thank you so much Y/N, it's at 1.30. You can catch a lift with me and Amanda if you like?" "That's a kind offer Daniel, but I'm going to make my own way up there, I have an idea how I can play this, I'll just need the address"
The next day, you take a taxi up to the address you were given, prepared for anything that might happen there. You wore this beautiful mixed coloured dress that really accentuated your body shape, but little did everyone else know, this dress was hiding something amongst itself that only you knew about...something that would warn this Terry Silver, not to mess with you.
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You are lead through this very neat and tidy modern house, full of greys and silvers for decorations. Whoever this Terry was, certainly liked his style in a certain way. You followed many people who walked through the house to all meet by this enormous outside pool, were there were chairs already set up and little areas to get yourself a drink or a snack. "Y/N, your finally hear" Daniel said as he came and greeted you. "Hi Daniel, am I late?" "No not at all, I was just worried you had changed your mind about this while thing that's all" "No need to worry about that Daniel, I'm still more than happy to help you and your family" A lady had called out to everyone to take their seats, as everyone does, you sit beside Amanda, Daniel's wife as Daniel stands up at the front to talk to everyone. They start the bidding, and many people make lovely offers, you were planning on making an offer too, but you were just waiting for the right moment. The highest it had got to was $5000, and just before the lady accepted, a voice from a few seats behind you said "$30.000 dollars" Everyone was shocked at that price, and when you turned around to see who it was, you see this very handsome and quite sophisticated looking older gentleman. He wore a beautifully tailored suit, he had his silver hair in a neat and tidy pony tail, a smug look on his face, and the money to go with it? This had to be Terry Silver, and little did he know, you still hadn't placed a bit yet...
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"$30.000 from Mr-" "$45.000 dollars" You proudly say as you raise your card, everyone gasps in amazement, and it appears that you had cought Terry's attention too. "Sold! To the young lady in the 3rd row!" They clap for you as you stand up to speak at the front with Daniel, one of the ones clapping is Terry, with an amused smirk on his face, you definitely intrigued him. Daniel shakes your hand "Thank you very much miss L/N for your generous donation for all these bonsai trees" "Oh it's my pleasure Mr Larusso, I adore bonsai trees and I'm excited to be caring for these ones just like I have with many others I've had over the years" Everyone claps again before the auction stops and you, Daniel and the lady running it go somewhere private to take care of the money. About half an hour later, you and Daniel are back and meet up with Amanda who is enjoying a drink, you and Daniel have one too. A lady calls Amanda over to her so she politely leaves you both to say hello, so now it's just you and Daniel. "I can't believe you spent that much on those bonsai trees, plus, you went 15 grand over Terry's bid! I wasn't expecting that" "So that WAS Terry? I thought as much. Plus what I said about the bonsai trees was true, I've had many over the years. Charity will always have a helping hand from me" Daniel's face suddenly changed from happy to concern, and you were about to find out why.
"Good afternoon Daniel, it's a pleasure as always to see you again" "Terry...." "How are you enjoying my home?" "It's a house, I'm not that impressed" "That's what you say....oh how rude of me, I still haven't introduced myself to this lovely young lady hear" Terry says with a charming smile, holding his hand out to you. You smile back and give him your hand, to which he gives you a kiss on the back of it. "My name is Terry Silver"
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"It's nice to meet you, my name is Y/N L/N" "What a beautiful name, and I must say, I'm very glad you came to this auction today" Daniel looks wound up by this, he knows Terry is trying to manipulate you, but your one step ahead. "Oh really? And why would that be Mr Silver?" "Well, not only have I never met a woman more radiant as you, but you did something today that noone else has done....you've suprised me" "Have I indeed?" Terry chuckles, smirking at Daniel too. "You certainly have....would you care for me to show you around my home? I'm sure you would enjoy it" "Do you show all the ladies hear around your home Mr Silver?" "Oh no, just you Miss L/N....So?" "While that's a kind offer, I'm actualy in the middle of a conversation with Mr Larusso hear" "Ah yes, Daniel....I'm not sure your aware of this miss L/N, but Mr Larusso hear probably isn't someone you would like to associate with"
"Oh really?" You ask, acting in the way he'd expect you too. "Is there something about you I don't know Mr Larusso?" Daniel knows your acting, but he plays along with you. "I-" "Oh don't feel embarrassed to tell this lovely woman Daniel....you shouldn't feel too ashamed of your past. You see miss L/N, Daniel hear used to run a dojo, just like the one I run right now. But...I'm afraid Mr larusso's ego got the better of him, and he challenged me and the wonderful children in my dojo to a tournament. The poor children of miyagi do were pushed to the limit of what they could do, and they suffered for it. It's a shame Daniel wasn't the sensei they needed" Daniel's blood was boiling now, he wanted to hit Terry so much.
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"So you see Miss L/N, I have this wonderful home and a dojo for the children who deserve a real sensei. To guide them and show them how to become the best of the best. I think you should choose your company more carefully...you don't want to befriend the wrong sort around hear" "Terry I swear-" "Oh ho ho! Sorry Daniel, did that strike a nerve? I apologises for bringing up your mistakes, I'm sure Miss L/N understands that not everyone is cut out to be a sensei" This was enough now, no more playing the unknowing lady, Terry was pushing his luck.
"I do believe your right Mr Silver, from what you have said about Daniel hear I do believe I need to be a better judge of character" Terry smiles and looks at Daniel with this manipulative little stare. "I suppose I should really spend more time with a man like you Mr Silver" "I couldn't agree more" "Yes....a man who thinks that he can con the world with his smooth words and intelligence" Daniel smiles, and Terry's face slowly drops from a happy smirk, to one of confusion. "I beg your pardon Miss L/N?" "Oh I am sorry, was I not being clear enough. Please allow me to make it clearer for you. Your a con man Mr Silver, a man who will go to any lengths to make sure his true persona is hidden from the rest of the world, because instead of people being impressed by the man you pretend to be, the real you would just bore the undying hell out of people. They would pity you, feel sorry for you, and not see the manipulative character you play when others are around you" Again Daniel smiles, he is loving every moment of this. "So your right, I should make sure I know who to not be around and accociate my time with, and you are the one that's definitely at the top of that list. I will not associate with a man who drives a poor young boy to the point of pain, shame and actualy bodily harm, just to help an old friend from the army days. Making a child's knuckles bleed is abusive and manipulative, every time you think of that I truly hope shame is etched in your mind. You lie and scheme your way though everything just so your can have things your way, so you can be in control. To the point where you threated and attack innocent people like Daniel hear, or Robbie Keen, or Johnny Lawrence! How does it feel knowing there is someone out there who sees through your lies? Through this facade?"
You ask with a smirk.....Terry is stunned at first, but it seems now he knows your not just some innocent person who's wondered into the wrong conversation. "Well well Miss L/N, I'm guessing there's more to you than meets the eye? Your not hear today by coincidence are you?"
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"Oh! So you can use your brain then?" You ask in a sarcastic way, making Daniel snort a little. Terry chuckles and runs his hand over his chin, looking around to make sure noone is close or looking over. "I should have known you were hear helping Daniel, he's never been able to truly defend himself" "Defending himself is one thing....when he has to protect his family that's another thing entirely.....you really think it's wise to threaten Daniel's family?" "I can do what I wish, I'm looking out for the future of my dojo" "Never have I ever heard more b#llsh#t than I have from what your spewing out of that poisonous mouth of yours" That took Terry by suprise, he's not used to being spoken to like this at all. "I do like you miss L/N....so why don't you do yourself a favour and stay out of this little disagreement me and Danny boy hear have together" "Aww, that's not going to happen I'm afraid, nice try though, very threatening. I was almost scared then, oh wait? Your threats mean nothing to me" Terry smiles and takes a step closer to you and Daniel, staring at you with those pale blue sapphire eyes. "You have no idea what a sensei like me can do, sensei's have many capabilities"
"Do they? Oh dear, maybe I should be more careful around someone who can fight.....hahaha! I'm sorry I couldn't keep a straight face there" Terry has no idea why your laughing, so Daniel says "Terry, YOU have no idea what sensei's are capable of....sensei's like Y/N" Terry's face changes "Your a sensei?" "You seem suprised by that Mr Silver? I know this dress doesn't exactly look like a GI-" "What are you trained in then? A little tae kwando?" You smirk and fold your arms at him, and Daniel says "She HAS mastered tae kwando Terry" "I knew it-" "Ah ah ah, not just that though. I'm guessing your old master didn't mention any other students he's taught then? Oh yeh, my mistake, he taught Y/N AFTER you" "You?.....Your master was-" "Master Kim Sung-Yung?" You say in response. "Yes that's right, he was my master. Oh! Correction, my first master. You see, once I had been fully trained by Master Kim Sung-Yung, I moved onto other forms of martial arts, like Bojutsu for example, oh that's my favourite by far" Terry starts to look a little nervous now, though he's trying to hide it. "What else was there? Oh yes, I've also mastered capoeira, krav maga. My skills in Kand Su Do are just one of the many skills I have......so if I were you....Terry....I'd be very careful, and choose YOUR company more carefully"
Check. Terry hasn't won this round, but he was going to try one last tactic. "Your a very strong and clever woman Y/N, I can't deny that. But you can't win against me, I've made a reputation hear, all these people hear are stupid enough to believe me. And why wouldn't they? I'm the man who gives to the community, offers lessons to children who need it, a shining example to the community. All these idiots hear would never believe you if you tried to say anything about me, neither of you have any proof, and I'll continue to do as I wish....noone is going to stop me" You can't help but chuckle, Daniel looks worried, but you give him a trustworthy look. "I see Terry....it seems there's really no tricking you is there?" "That's right" "And noone would believe me if I told everyone hear what you really think of them, and how cunning you are" "Absolutely" "You've got me there....(clearing your throat) Oh, I just have one question Terry, do you like my dress?" He smirks and looks you all over, like your a masterpiece. "It looks stunning on you, like it was made to be worn by a goddesses" "Oh my, your so kind" Daniel has no idea what your up to, but you give him a sly wink. "I'm so glad you like it Terry, I like it too. The colours, the material....oh! And this little part right hear....can you see this?" You say pointing to a very well hidden little shiny bead right inbetween your cleavage on the dress. "This Terry, is my little camera. I hope you don't mind that I'm wearing it, it complimented the dress you see" Terry's face drops, he's been caught out. "After my discussion with Daniel the other day, and my cousin. I thought it was necessary to bring this little camera along with me, and you walked into my trap beautifully"
Daniel cant help but smile smugly, finaly having the upper hand over Terry Silver. "Why don't you consider this a warning Mr Silver....you don't go near Daniel and his family, you stay away from my cousin and his family, oh did I mention Johnny Lawrence was my cousin? And I don't take to kindly to people assaulting my family members. So? Are you going to be a good boy and do as your told? Because if you misbehave, I might just have to release this little video of you admitting what you are really like. What you think of all these people, what you do to make everything go your way, and of course your threatening behaviour towards innocent people" Terry stares at you in stunned silence, unable to think of anything to say to you, you have him in the palm of your hand and he didn't like it. "Daniel, shall we have another drink? I can see champagne over there" "That sounds great" Daniel says to you, you smile as you both walk away from Terry, but you rest your hand on Terry's arm just before walking away, and whisper to him. "You've been used to being top dog around hear Mr Silver, well now there's someone who will happily knock you down if needs to be. I'm an understanding woman Terry, and consider this whole situation, me being kind. Because if you do anything to hurt anyone else.....I might just take after your slogan.....and I will show YOU no mercy. Do have a good day, you have got a lovely home" And just like that, you walk away towards Daniel and Amanda to have a drink, leaving Terry by himself. He's fuming and hates that he wasn't able to manipulate you or wind up Daniel, you were a whole other challenge.....a challenge he was happy to except. He turned around to look over at you and Daniel, anger was there, but it was replaced with something else....a smile? But why?....
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After everyone had left the charity event at Terry's house, you made your way back to Daniel and Amanda's home along with Johnny. Daniel was over the moon with how you handled Terry. "How in the hell did you manage to get a camera that small onto your dress Y/N?" "I have many talents Daniel, and if Terry pushes his luck, he'll find that out the hard way" Johnny smirks and runs his hand across his jaw line. "Am I the only one hear who wants to see that ancient piece of sh#t push his luck?" All three of you chuckle, before Daniel looks at you with sincere appreciation. "You know Y/N, I'm so thankful you agreed to help us with Terry, I think he's met his match with you. If today was anything to go buy, I'm really hoping he will stay away" "I hope so too, and if he doesn't....trust me when I say that I will bring Terry Silver to his knees...."
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To anyone reading this story, I wanted to post it and let you decide if you want more. There is more to the story which I'm happy to write, I just wanted to post this part and find out if anyone would like to read anymore of this story, and of course I would write a steamy part too as it's an enemies to lovers idea. Just let me know and I'll see what I can do, thank you 💚
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Steve Harrington gets stabbed with a kitchen knife (he loves though dw) (he would totally die in real life though)
Summary: The people of Hawkins were sure that if anybodys parent(s) turned out to be a murderer, it would be Eddie Munson's father, Al. Al was a thief whose son would begin selling drugs and actually be accused for murder. Nobody would expect golden boy Steve Harrington's dad to be as short-tempered as he was.
Ships: Steddie and mention of Jancy
Warnings: graphic violence, low key child abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, very innacurate treatment of wounds, even less accurate healing rates, brief mention of suicide, hospitals, and descriptions of blood,
Note: No, I don't actually think Steve's dad is like this in canon. I just watched a tiktok of Vanessa and William from the fnaf movie with Love the Way You Lie by Rihanna and got inspired. Also, I refuse to not write like a soap opera. This isn't realistic at all. Also, pushing Greek/Italian!Steve agenda.
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7:27 PM
When asked who would be capable of murder, Hawkins citizens always said, "Al Munson or his kid."
It was the obvious answer. Al had a criminal record and was arrested for murdering his wife. It was almost named a suicide, until police found the cause of death wasn't overdose but strangulation. The night police came to arrest Eddie's dad was the last time he ever saw him.
Eddie didn't feel for his dad; he hated him. He believed every word the police told him about his father, but be still visited.
"I saw you two arguing, dad. You threatened her!"
"Listen, kid. I'm telling you, I loved your mother. If anybody killed her, it was Miguel Harrington."
"Why would he kill mom?"
"He hated me."
"You didn't know the Harrington's back then. They moved here after mom died."
"You don't know anything. Just be careful of them. I'll bet you his son is even worse."
"It's you who doesn't know anything. Steve's nice, so is his dad. They're why I'm not in here with you right now."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
"I won't."
Eddie dropped the phone and walked out of the room. When he got back to his trailer, he was greeted by Wayne and Steve watching football.
"Theres no fucking chance he made that- Oh. Hey Eddie." Steve's voice changed from frustration to love in a second. "How'd the talk with your dad go?"
"Alright, or as well as talking to a psycho can go." Eddie sat down next to Steve on the couch. "What's your dad like?"
"Why?”
"Just asking. You never talk about him."
"Well, he's loud, bossy, and... He's kinda just a rich asshole, you know?"
"No, I don't know. Like the ones on TV?"
"Yeah, actually."
Eddie leaned into Steve's chest.
"Who are we rooting for, Stevie?"
"Neither, we hate both of these teams. They both suck ass."
"Who do we hate?"
"Who do we hate less?"
"Well, I like the Chiefs, but Wayne likes the Falcons. This game isn't really that important though because 49ers are definitely gonna win."
"No, the Saints are gonna win."
"We'll see about that, Wayne."
The conversation was cut off by the phone ringing.
"I got it. Tell me who wins?"
Steve reminded Eddie that the game just started.
"Eddie?" The voice on the phone asked.
"Yes?"
"Great, is Steve there? He wasn't at his house."
"Robin?
"Yeah."
"Yes, Steve is here. He's watching football with Wayne."
"Can I come?"
"Yeah!"
The phone hung up from the other line.
"Robins coming over?" Steve asked.
"Mhm"
A few minutes later Robin came in, dropped off by Nancy who didn't stay sue to a date with Johnathan. They were all laughing and having fun. Eddie and Robin didn't really know what was going on, but they had fun badly commentating on what was going on. Life was good. When Robins curfew came (8:30), Steve drove Robin home and went back to his house. To his surprise, and slight dismay, his parents were waiting for him.
"Hey, papá"
"What are you hiding?"
"Nothing."
"You're my son; I can tell when you're hiding something."
"I'm not, dad."
"Tell me!" Miguel's voice roared through the otherwise silent house.
"Okay okay I have a boyfriend and I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to be kicked out I'm so sorry."
"Why would we kick you out? Just don't get that new virus going around. Who is this mysterious boy?"
"His name's Eddie."
"Munson?" Steve's mother, Cora, chimed in.
"Yeah. I know he doesn't have the best reputation, but he's nice-"
"Stop seeing him." Miguel ordered.
"Why?"
"Because I said so!" Steve would swear the walls shook.
"Papá, can you just tell me why? I'm getting tired of not feeling like I have a say in what I do in my life."
Miguel grabbed a knife from the kitchen and began walking towards his son.
"Dad, please put the knife down."
"I'll give you a reason. His mother was a bitch. She would've stolen everything had I not done something-"
"What? Did you kill her or something?"
"And now I have to kill you. I'm sorry, son."
"Miguel! Put down the knife. Lets talk like a family. It's time we tell him our sins. They're old enough to know."
"No. No, they can never know."
"MIGUEL!"
Steve looked up at his dad with a knife shoved above his right chest, more towards his collarbone if anything.
Miguel looked at his son with a mix of horror and numbness on his face.
"We should go, Cora."
"Okay.”
"Mamá, please.”
Cora looked at her husband, then at her son.
"I'm sorry, my boy."
The last things Steve heard were a door slamming and the car engine of his parents convertible starting. His breath shook before his eyes closed. He laid on the floor, hopeless.
***
8:38 PM
Eddie had realized that Steve left his watch in his trailer. He got into his van and left for Steve's house. Eddie knocked on the door.
"Steve, you left your watch!...... Steve?" He knocked again.
He peered through the window and saw a pool of blood on the floor. Eddie hastily opened the door.
"NO"
His voice could be heard from Türkiye. Tommy opened the door to his house and ran towards the house.
"Is everything okay- Holy shit! Um, Munson, do you think you can call an ambulance?"
Eddie nodded, tears falling like a raging waterfall. Tommy went to check on his pulse, slow but there.
"Yeah, it's a knife wound near the chest...They'll, um, be here soon."
"Okay, good news is that he's alive. Bad news is that I don't know how long he'll stay alive."
"He'll be okay. He's always been okay."
"I don't know...get some bandages. We have to stop the bleeding."
Tommy took Steve's shirt off and took the knife out of his chest before applying pressure to the wound.
"Other good news, it's only about a 2 or 3 inch cut."
"ANY CUT IS A BAD CUT!" Eddie ran in with towels and bandages.
"I'm trying to stay positive here! Put his head on your lap or just get his back off the ground. Now when I say 3, as soon as it leaves my mouth, put the bandages on his chest. 1..2..3 okay wrap it."
"I'm trying!"
"Try harder!"
Sirens interrupted the bickering
"Keep applying pressure to the wound. I'll carry him outside."
"Okay."
***
9:00
Nancy, Robin, Johnathan, and the kids arrived at the hospital. Police questioned Tommy about what he heard that night, not much, he was watching football. A nurse walked up to the party.
"Is it looking alright? Is he alive?" Robin asked.
"He is alive, stable. He's still unconscious, but it looks promising. He's already healing quickly."
"Do the cops think it was attemptee homicide?"
"You'll have to ask the cops for that."
"When will he wake up?" Lucas questioned.
"We don't know. It could be some time tonight, tomorrow, a few days, weeks, maybe a month. However, it would probably range from 4 days to 2 weeks."
"Okay."
"It's a good thing you found him when you did-"
The nurse was interrupted by a scream of bloody murder. She hurried to the room.
"So much for 4 days."
Hopper walked to them. "The police don't think this was an accident, but now they can ask Steve once he's ready."
The scream stopped a few seconds after it started.
"Steve, I need you take deep breaths for me. Can you do that?"
"Yeah."
***
9:45 PM
"Can you tell us what happened?"
"Like I told the nurses when they checked my memory, I got curious and stabbed myself. It wasn't attempted homicide."
"Have you had thoughts of suicide before?"
"It wasn't like that. I just wanted to see what would happen... Look, it really isn't something to investigate.
"If you don't want to press charges, then there isn't anything we will do."
"There isn't anybody to press charges against."
The officer walked out, and Robin and Eddie walked in.
"Did you really do it to yourself?" Eddie grabbed Steve's hand and rubbed circles on his palm.
Steve shook his head no. "I'll tell you later... I'm sorry."
"Do you feel okay?" Robin asked him.
"Yeah."
"You were just laying there. Covered in blood. It made me realize how much I love you."
"I love you too, Eds."
Tommy walked through the door.
"What's he doing here?" Robin said.
"Okay, 1. Me and Steve may not be friends, but I don't want him to die, 2. I helped save his life."
"Thank you."
"I just wanted to make sure you're okay."
"I am." Steve jumped as the door shut following Tommy.
"Steve what really happened?" Robin asked.
"I can't say it here. I also can't stay at my house anymore."
"You could stay with any of us. I'm sure Claudia would welcome you, youre practically Dustins brother, Wayne treats you like his son-in-law, and my parents love you.
"We could talk about it later, Robs."
"Okay"
***
7:00 AM
Steve woke up on the hospital bed.
"You spent the night with me, Eds?"
"Yeah, how are you feeling?"
"As good as somebody who just got stabbed can be."
"Please, tell me who did this to you."
Steve signaled for Eddie to lean in and whispered in his ear, "it was my dad."
Eddies eyes widened in realization.
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This will probably get a second part. Maybe a third if you guys want it.
I apologize for not knowing anything about football or medicine.
This isn't proof read either.
I'm sorry for the soap opera ass plot and dialogue. Dynasty (2018) got me going fucking crazy.
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Steppy’s thoughts on Drive To Survive Season 5:
Please take into account that some of the things might not be corresponding to the actual episode, but I forget things so bare with me 💀 also I’ll try to make this as short as I can because I talk too much 😭
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- The way Guenther and Gene got rid of Mazepin… they were waiting for that 💀
- Mazepin getting called “Mazapan” 😭
- The way Guenther and Gene spoke about Mick was just not it. You can be mad that your driver isn’t performing the way you want him to in a shitty car, but human decency shoukd always come first. Fuck them. Fuck Haas and fuck everyone except Kevin. Fuck Nico just in case.
Episode 2: Mercedes principal Toto Wolff works to combat the team's unexpected struggles, while Lewis Hamilton navigates a bumpy ride in the team's redesigned car.
- BUMPY RIDE LMFAO
- Horny telling Toto to change his fucking car? My favorite moment of this whole season.
- Toto really went all psycho on them because they didn’t want to help him 😭 like bro, if everyone else but you was able to somehow fix their proposing issues, that’s your problem only.
- When he tried to use the “safety” speech and Mattia wasn’t having it? Hilarious. Mattia lowkey said “your team’s safety is not my problem”.
- Whenever George opened his mouth: 😐
Episode 3: Ferrari drivers and decision-makers feel the pressure of high expectations at a star-studded new event in Miami and a game-changing race at Silverstone.
- Whenever Charles spoke I felt a pain in my heart. I’m a Max fan and all, but I like Charles and I feel that his team failed him miserably. He deserves better so I hope Ferrari doesn’t fuck him up again. I don’t want him to win but yeah 😭
- I forgot about the Monaco “stay out, stay out”, if I was Charles I would’ve yelled at them. I don’t care.
Episode 4: Crashes and costs mount for Haas as driver Mick Schumacher fights to live up to his father's racing legacy and proves his worth to the team.
- When I tell you I cried almost the whole episode I’m not even joking.
- Y’all know how much I love and adore Mick, and you know that I’ve said that his performance wasn’t the best, but the way the team treated him? That’s fucking disgusting. How do you expect someone to be motivated when all you do is break him down? The fact that Kevin was the only person who believed in him is so sad and tells us all we need to know about Haas as a team.
- Guenther’s comments were just not it. I don’t care if you wanted him out, but no one deserves to be treated this way.
- When Max started talking about him I BAWLED my eyes out, and when they showed baby Max with Michael, tears kept falling and they didn’t stop. Plus he gave me baby fever LMAO.
- Max can’t even leave me alone on an episode that’s not about him.
- When Mick said his last name is a blessing and not a curse like many said? He said fuck you in every single language possible.
- Love Mick. Fuck Haas.
Episode 5: Otmar Szafnauer's efforts to overhaul Alpine bear fruit, until a new round of driver musical chairs throws his plans for the future into question.
Episode 6: Daniel Ricciardo's future starts to look uncertain when McLaren team managers set their sights on new talent, while Alpine weighs the best way forward.
- THESE TWO EPISODES 😮
- Fucking Nando making me laugh the whole thing. Man couldn’t give less of a fuck.
- The DRAMA was insane, and Bear became my new favorite DTS member.
- I feel like Mclaren is a good opportunity for Oscar but I totally understand Otmar being pissed. They spent 4M on the guy for him to just zayn like that.
- Pierre being chosen over Daniel by Alpine wasn’t because they think he was better but because he was most affordable. Daniel might not be delivering as expected but man is expensive af.
Episode 7: As the Red Bull team pushes to build on its lead against Ferrari, all eyes are on Sergio "Checo" Pérez during a dramatic Monaco Grand Prix.
- Dramatic Monaco Grand Prix? More like Ferrari being Ferrari and fucking up another Grand Prix.
- Checo reacting the same way I did when Seb decided to be funny.
- My theory about Carlos ALWAYS being on the podium whenever something crazy happens was proven right AGAIN.
- Checo saying his family is the most important thing and talking about his wife after cheating on her 💀 + the damage control made with scenes from their wedding, funny af. No one will forget it, but good try Checo.
- Max talking about the pressure of being a Red Bull driver when he’s the pressure 😭
Episode 8: When Pierre Gasly announces he's leaving Alpha Tauri, Yuki Tsunoda faces losing a teammate and a friend.
- Yuki farting next to Pierre at any chance he got 😭
- You know I’m not Pierre’s biggest fan but the way he talked about Yuki made my heart melt. You can see he actually cares about him. After all, he did say he was like a little brother to him.
- Yuki saying that he’s not a rookie anymore and that he’s ready to lead the team 👀 I hope he does though, I’d love to see that and I’d love to see him prove us all wrong.
- Nyck saying he’s going to bring maturity to the sport and me wheezing because I FUCKING FORGOT HE’S ALMOST 30 😭
- Yuki almost crying when Pierre was giving him a motivational talk.
Episode 9: With both championships within reach, Red Bull's team faces incendiary accusations that they've cheated by violating a league-wide spending cap.
- “We didn’t cheat” - Horny.
- “Turns out we exceeded the limit” - Horny, 5 seconds later.
- Toto going one by one trying to stir shit up and the only one who ended up doing something about it was Zak.
- Mattia going all “it wasn’t me” on Horny and gaslighting him into thinking that if he thought he did something was because he was guilty.
- Max saying that those things basically don’t concern him. King behavior.
- Zak laughing about his letter but then going silent and pissed when Max won again and Red Bull became champions 😭
- Helmut going “okay” when Horny told him to go and get the trophy.
- Fucking Jos ignoring Miss Racist in Austin 💀
- Max saying the team deserves it and then hugging the team 🥹
Episode 10: The 2022 season hurtles toward a conclusion in Abu Dhabi, where Ferrari fights to hold off Mercedes and McLaren hopes for a miracle to overtake Alpine.
- Not much to say here.
- Mercedes being Mercedes. I felt bad for Lewis though.
- Turns out I was half asleep when I watched Abu Dhabi because I didn’t remember shit from that race.
- Fucking Alonso saying bye again and saying he’s happy to leave 😭
- Seb saying he doesn’t know what it feels like to be away from the sport. Cried again.
- Daniel’s little tribute 🥹😭 I’m going to miss that idiot so so much.
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That was basically it. I hope you enjoyed this masterpiece ❤️
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Sooo I came [back] to the SPN fandom after many many years of being completely out and [thanks to my dearest] this time I'm going to fully dedicate myself to wincest.
Naturally, I'm a multishipper. I don't care much how many other pairings with my fav chars exist / usually I ship more than one thing per fandom or per character.
But them. Oh, them.
The Winchesters. Sam and Dean. Dean and Sam. I hear how their names merge in my head into something entwisted so much it'll never get unraveled again.
They. Have. Everything.
In my usual little doll plays with the characters I prefer to go rather dark. Rather sick. Sometimes, rather dirty. Not for the sake of general evilness, naturally and inevitably inherent to being an artist, but for the sake of feelings.
The contrast is better where it's darker. The light is brighter. The love is sweeter when there's pain, the hope is luminous when there's despair. The contrast enhances the emotional impact.
But Dean and Sam? Sam and Dean?
They already have it. They have everything and anything. The pitch black and the beam light. It's been made canon, probably, years ago.
Then I thought: what had ever made my brain go full-time crazy mod? What had ever squeezed my heart so tight I couldn't breathe?
Here are some of the best [imo] moment of my other fandom's biggest OTPs. Some ships are canon, some are not. But all of the moments DID canonically happens. [I'm using X & Y so it's more descriptive]
X & Y are constantly being forced to fight each other despite their genuine connection. the forcing power massively prevails their own. that's how their relationship starts... and how it ends, with X finally forced to kill Y. then X has to restart the whole world so they could be together again.
X & Y met when both were mentally down and then spent a horrible amount of time being tortured in the cruelest way alongside each other. later, they could let go of their twisted connection. but they don't.
X silently begs Y to kill him after committing the Literally Worst Crimes Possible for which he'll never forgive himself. Y complies. Y never stops thinking about X.
X spends his whole life protecting Y with growing understanding that Y will never accept his nature.
X sacrifices himself sexually, mentally and physically at once to the person he despises the most - simply in order for Y to get away from that monster.
X (who's kind of been a psycho murderer) went through a terrible experience where half his personality got destroyed. Y takes care of him despite the previous attempt of X to kill Y in cold blood. They end up fixing it (in a way).
X is obsessed with Y to a weird, absolutely not redeemable level. Body dismemberment included.
X is successfuly fighting the massive-level brainwashing so he doesn't hurt Y, although everyone they both knew and loved die around them.
X goes so mental after Y dies that he is committing a terrorist attack suicide so the world could feel their pain.
X goes full on self-sacrifice during a rescue attempt for Y [okay that's way more than one thing but it gets me every time!]
X says "Hey Y, we die together or no way at all". and so they do.
X never recovers after betraying Y and later goes through big torture time with the thought it was deserved for that betrayal.
X & Y [& a kid] slash through an endless amount of enemies so they could be a family together
X & Y are destined to be together but they go "fuck destiny"... and stay together for who they are.
X & Y fight together against a clearly overpowered villain. and win.
X & Y seem to desperately want to finish each other off but never act upon it when there's an opportunity. they're so different that they're the same.
X dies in a stupid accident. Y tries to save his life, and, when it's not possible anymore, dies alongside, refusing to live in a world without him.
X dies and Y can't let go of the corpse. Even when the rotting visibly starts.
X has memory issues but he's done some terrible things (child murder, massacre). There is solid proof. Y does not believe that for a second, because Y knows X to the core.
None, I mean it, none of these is wincest.
But, looking back... How many of them fit to be? How many of them could fit with the right situation? How many of literally (imo) most heart-moving tropes seem to be made for this pairing of brothers whose love trascends any normal limits?
So, yeah... I'm really gonna dedicate myself to wincest these days.
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Bloodlust
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TW: Violence. Blood. Language. Hematolagnia. Heavy smut. Dom!Rafe. 
Bitchy Kook!Reader
SUMMARY: You and Rafe continue to ride the high of the fight with the pogues, rewarding in each other in a very thorough way...
WORD COUNT: 2500
REQUESTED
-Hi! This is the first idea I am sending in for when you return! Some of them do not have as many details as my past requests did (this one has some), but I would definitely be up for expanding on it of you wanted input, but I didn’t want to add too much and potentially make you feel pressured to add certain things. Also, some of these might be too similar to other things you have written or plan to write but thought I would send in things anyways haha.
So… I think it’s a classic and a lot of people love when reader cleans up one of the guys, or they clean up for the reader after a fight, but what about if they all get in a fight? In my opinion it would work best if it was Rafe and reader or Topper and reader, and you are the girl in the kook group of Rafe, Topper, and Kelce.  Like usual, a fight starts between the pogues and the kooks, and everyone kind of has a designated person they always fight, you of course fighting Kie. Was also thinking maybe this fight was started by you and Kie instead of the boys like usual 👀. Of course the reader and Rafe/or Topper get turned on watching each other fight the pogues so after cleaning each other up you reward each other for winning the fight…Also if you wanted to add more plot, maybe y/n used to hang with the pogues but there was a falling out between them so that’s another reason that they hate each other so much. Luv ya!-💎
Bloodlust
It was a usual Friday night. Your arm wrapped around Rafe's neck shamelessly as usual as his fingers teased the hem of your skirt, testing how far you'd allow him to adorn you without needing the cover of a closed door to act on his seductions. You played your own however with his ear between your teeth and your hand playing with the fabric of his polo. 
"What the hell?" A distant voice managed to bring your attention to its source as Rafe was prepared to devour you on the spot. His eyes heavy with lust as he pulled you tighter to him to try and redirect your focus. And yet, it wasn't until Kiara made her way to the edge of your lounge chair that he understood the reason he couldn't convince you to devote yourself to him as he had done to you. 
"Problem, Kie?" Your eyes narrowed. 
"You and your psycho boyfriend need to stay the hell away from my friends." Immediately, you were on your feet. 
"Kie, she isn't worth it...let's just go..."JJ pulled her arm as Rafe took the spot behind your back, prepared to act if necessary. 
"We should charge every time a Pogue crosses to our side of the island, then they couldn't afford to annoy us..." Topper added as John B sized him from across the invisible line drawn between the group of upper and lower class citizens of the Outer Banks.
"But then who would fix all your cars and boats?" Pope inserted himself, a raised brow as Kelce stood as Topper's side, the entire group at the ready for their designated enemy. 
"Only way you could even afford to be around something so nice..."Rafe explained as you smiled. 
"Unless you married into it..." Your brow raised to Kiara. "I'm sure some pogue on your side of the island finds this...outburst appealing, Kie, but we have better things to do than to listen to one of your little rants..."
"Rants?! You and your friends have been terrorizing my friends for months! Cutting tires and vandalizing-"
"So where's Shoupe?" Topper asked with crossed arms as Rafe pulled you in tighter, his body tense yet proud at your back. The race of his heart synonymous with your own having validated a mutual eroticism to the moment. 
"If we did the things you said and you had proof, why are you bothering us and not having us arrested...oh wait..."
"I know you did it. Writing 'whore' on the side of The Chateau..." Kiara glared. 
You set your hands up as if to surrender, Rafe forced to release you in the process. 
"You're right…But am I wrong? I mean is there any guy in the Outer Banks that hasn't been disappointed in what you couldn't offer?" You couldn't even finish your insult before her fingers wrapped in your hair. And yet it was a momentary advantage as you were a true scrapper through and through. Nails and slaps would be exchanged between you both as your individualized social groups mirrored these actions. Topper raged against John B while Pope and Kelce had a scrap, leaving JJ and Rafe at odds. 
Bloodied knuckles and curses infiltrated the cheers from onlookers until Sarah made her way to the center of the group. 
"Stop it!"
"Of course you'd take their side!" Kiara wipes her bottom lip as you look at her wound with pride in knowing you were responsible. 
"I'm not taking anyone's side, but now I have to spend the rest of the night cleaning the yard and NOW cleaning off blood before my dad and Rose get back early tomorrow...Everyone, out!" Sarah ordered as she was rivaled for only a moment before screaming the demand again. This time, the only ones left were Topper as he helped clean, as Rafe led you back inside Tannyhill. 
But you wouldn't make it even a step over the threshold until he pinned you against the hallway. His hand already in your suit in vicious rubbings made over your clit as his other hand was at your jaw. 
"I don't care if it hurts baby, I need to show you just how proud I am of you..."
He kissed you, causing a bit of pain from the slap Kiara brought against your cheek, a pain welcome by the promise of pleasure that followed. 
That beautiful pain.
"Don't come baby..."
His palm made circles over your clitoral hood as one finger entered you into an immediate bend. Then two. The pressure was torment, but also something you welcomed openly. Your hand wrapping around his as your knuckles turned white to him. 
"It was so fucking hot watching you make her bleed, I wanted to bend you over that chair and fuck you right in front of her to show what it did to me..." He pulled your hand over the renewed bulge of his seam. The same one that had been present just before the arrival of the pogues. 
"But I'm the only one that gets to make you bleed, isn't that right baby?" You nodded as he pulled your lip between his teeth hard enough to warrant a wince. 
"I can't wait for the fucking bedroom..." He pulled you over the island of the kitchen, bending you over its ledge as your skirt gathered at your waist. With a single hold to the back of your neck, he prepared himself in exposure. 
"Fuck's sake!" Topper groaned as you were lifted upwards. For a moment, you saw something resembling envy in his eyes as he saw how willing you were for Rafe. All while he couldn't seem to convince Sarah to give him the time of day. 
"Nobody else gets to see you like this...nobody else has earned it..." You nodded as he pulled you immediately over his shoulder and into the direction of the bedroom. 
"I want those panties off right now, baby..." He instructed as he pulled his shirt over his head. 
"Pogues stupid enough to go against my girl..." He had a grip on your hair, a jolt made from this hold making you gasp but smirk once he continued, "My girl fucking showed them, didn't you? Bruised those pretty little knuckles..." He unlatched his belt and allowed it to fall to the floor along with his shorts while you wrapped your wounded hand around his length. 
"Same bloody knuckles wrapped around my cock, yeah?" He stretched out the question, making your bottom lip a prisoner between your teeth. 
"Spit baby...you know what to do..." You nodded, but upon doing so, watched a crimson tint stain his cock's head. Your eyes raised to him to witness the life behind recently dull analysis. 
"Again." He ordered as you paused, swallowing hard with a lack of salivation. Sensing this, he took hold of your hair as tightly as he could and forced you back. His second hand left his cock and designated to your jaw as he pulled your lips apart. Without the need for instruction, your tongue was offered to him. A wicked grin came before the line of spit fell to your palette. Iron left behind from his own wounds as you spit it onto him. 
"Look at me..." He instructed with a thumb brushing your eye and the scratch left behind. 
"You deserve so much better than being on your knees...but I want that busted lip sucking me off until I can't take it anymore..."
"I want to taste you..." 
"Good fucking girl..." He set himself inside of your cheeks, your eyes rolling in pleasure to the stretch he brought to your throat. Your eyes opening to the awe of a stretched mouth as he bit his bottom lip. 
"You're too good to me to be called a slut, but fuck baby, you got a whore's mouth..." You nodded, adding to the ecstasy by offering this submission. 
"Touch yourself. Just your clit baby...I wanna feel you moan..." You basked in the approval as you carried two fingers towards your center before he apprehended your wrist. Sucking on your two fingers, be moved down to the knuckle to run his tongue over the blood before his eyes moved to the back of his head. His cock flexed in your mouth as you moaned to the ecstasy of the scene. 
"Fast baby. I want you to feel as good as I do...Just don't come...you know you only get to from me." You nodded, a cruel rule, but one he made worth obeying as you conceded against him..
"So fucking perfect...shit!" He hissed as you took him as deep as your throat could allow and then some. A mess made of your makeup and drool pouring down your chin. 
"You sound so good choking on me, baby...You like when I make you cry?" You nodded quickly, teeth grilling his head as he shuddered to the threat. 
"You need a break?" You nodded as he picked you up by your hair. But as you expected to be taken to the bed, you were pulled across the room and to the mirror. His cock inside of you as he pulled you back to observe. 
"Look how you take me..." 
"Rafe..." You moaned, head resting at his shoulder as he kissed you. Falling victim to the sweetness you allowed before pounding into you and sending you into the glass. 
"I want you to bleed for only me...pogues are fucking lucky I was harder than I was angry...they wouldn't have gotten away so easily..." 
"You would hurt them for me?" You asked with a gasp, his knuckles coming to view over your breasts validating this. 
"I would kill for you, baby..." He spoke honestly but effortlessly as it chilled you. Your inner walls clenching around him to the confession. 
"Ooh...you like that baby? You like the idea of blood on my hands defending you? You know my cock like it's...feel how fucking deep I need to be inside you." 
"I love it..." 
"Yeah? Make you wanna come?"
"I need to...I'm so fucking close!" He slapped your breast as you moaned, repeating the process to your clit but remaining there to pinch and pull. 
"Bet I could make you come on this mirror...make you squirt for being such a good girl for me...you want that?"
"Please, Rafe! I'll be so good for you..." You moaned and gasped as he withdrew from you. 
"Then you know what has to happen..."
"Pain before pleasure..." You finished his phrase for him as he nodded. 
"You're gonna be so fucking sore by the time I'm done with you...and you're gonna love it…"
"Like always..." You smiled as he pumped two fingers viciously inside of you. Hitting that g-spot with every insertion as you could feel that pressure build. That edge so close. That lessire on his fingertips. And then the withdrawal. 
"Good girl baby...keep going..." He continued edging you, building up your necessity for him as you buckled closer to your release. 
"That was close..."
"Please..."
"Only when you feel you're gonna squirt for me, baby...you deserve it so fucking much..."
"I just want you to fuck me, Rafe...I'm already dripping." He paused for a second to collect the drops cascading down your thighs. You watched him savor you off of his fingers. 
"So you are..." But those fingers returned. And so did that rare but familiar pressure of something stronger than an orgasm. Although none of the orgasms with Rafe were ever "normal", this one was ethereal. 
"Stay with me, baby…eyes open..."
"I can feel it..."
"Oh, I know..."
"Please let me..."
"You've earned it, baby...Let me have it…oh yeah…THERE it is…shit…" 
"Ahh...ahhhh...AHHHH!" You moaned loudly until that rush had you trembling in his arms. Spurts of cum coating the mirror as he slipped inside of you. 
"My turn..." He fucked you into the mirror, interrupting your high before mending this and offering another as consolation. 
"It's too much! It hurts!"
"And we love it...don't we?" You nodded as he played with your nipples. 
"Oh baby...you're so fucking perfect...I'm gonna come so deep inside you..."
"YES! Please!"
"You want my cum, baby? Yeah?" You nodded as he turned you to face him. 
"Then take it..." You pushed yourself off the mirror in front of you to control the thrusts. His hand in your hair pulling you to him until your body locked. 
"Aww, can't take it, baby?"
"RAFE! IM FUCKIKG COMING! I don't wanna stop!" 
"Let me feel it baby...all over my cock..." He grunted into you as he pressed you harder into the glass. 
"Yes! Yes!" You exclaimed in finality before washing over him as he set his final thrusts inside of you. The murderous pace certain to leave your hips bruised by grip and pistoning before he turned you to face him. 
"There's no fucking point on giving you a shower..." He breathed deeply as he walked you towards the bed. 
"Legs apart..." You hesitated as they trembled. 
"Rafe..."
"I'm not fucking asking, baby..." He forced them apart with his knee before you were pulled to the ledge. 
"That was your reward...THIS is mine..." 
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