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#a was like your life today was a sitcom episode and it really was cause the a plot was the whole [redacted] scare#and the b plot was the 'let's take a step back' moment and they tied in together really well narratively and from a character perspective#i reacted to the b plot with the utmost level of chill but am not being distinctly unchill not cause i'm sad we're taking a step back#but because i really want them to want to still be friends with me#so that's also a fun little tidbit thing that will have emotional ramifications for sure#anyway i kinda stress cooked for four hours and my whole fridge is filled with food#i'm going to be having chicken toretellini and kale soup for literal days#and i literally made two different kinds of sides AND chicken AND roasted potatoes for the protein bowls i'll also be eating for days#my produce drawer is empty of anything except for a single bunch of green onions and half a white onion#i am drinking blueberry stella rosa on a sunday night and trying to pretend that i'm not having a moment about this but i definitely am#and i'm super annoyed about it#why can't my dreams of n propositioning me into throuple bliss w her and her husband come true cause then i would have NONE of these issues#i should also note that i literally stood up to my LAST WEEKEND about me dating queer people and having queer relationships#and that i really need her to start fucking Dealing with it instead of pretending it isn't happening#alls to say that a is probably onto something i /could/ dramatize my life into a fun little queer coming of age sitcom#and tbh maybe i should start anonymously blogging about it#what i should actually do is pull out my journal and actually fucking journal#and also take these contacts out and put on my goddamn glasses#if you got all the way down here i'm so sorry lmao
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📖 she’s been his best friend since they were pre-teens; he was a rebellious, unrelenting, and aspiring racer, while she was a witty, energetic, and hopeful journalist. but after all these years, she can’t help but question whether they could be more- despite the challenges that come with her feelings.
💭 op!81 x fem!journalist, best friends to lovers (smau)
🎧 dress - taylor swift
🃏masterlist🃏
🥀 “say my name n everythin just stops. i don’t want u like a best friend. only bought this dress so u could take it off…” 🥀
ty for the love on my first smau ! here’s the next per the last poll’s fav choice :) warning: lots & lots of typos/underlying delulu cringe
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landonorris: solidarity queen ✊🏼
-> ynuser ✊🏼
oscarpiastri: u are actually insane
-> wow this is so nice of you.
-> such a great best friend .
-> an even better journalist.
-> ynuser anything to humble u while i am in this industry 🫶🏻
user: you are UNHINGED
logansargeant: careful yn, your favouritism is showing
-> ynuser: it's part of my contract. im the comedic relief of f1 journalism
-> logansargeant: but doesn't will buxton naturally do that
-> ynuser: now THIS convo could get me fired. shoo logan.
-> logansargeant LOLL
mclaren: just 'cause we love you, we'll let this slide
-> ynuser: 🫶🏻😸
fbsfuser: send my fuck you's to them both :D
-> ynuser: already on it 🫡
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oscarpiastri great start to the season @mclaren 💪🏼
the same can't be said about a particular someone tho... betting someone should get fired.
📸: @ynuser
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landonorris i dont support bullying, but exceptions can be made if it's towards you
ynuser if karma doesn't get u first then either stroll or i will
-> user oh my GOD 💀
-> user shots fired LMAOOOO
-> oscarpiastri i'd rather karma than u and...
mclaren and we thought lando was our only pr liability
-> landonorris wait WHAT
-> oscarpiastri that's a bit too insulting towards me
-> ynuser this doesnt include me.... right?
fbsfuser boy if you don't take this down...
logansargeant oscar is this meant to be retribution for her story earlier?
-> oscarpiastri so what?
-> landonorris that's kinda overdramatic compared to what she posted wow
ynuser i would also like to say that this stanky man tried to go out for dinner right after his race 🤢
-> georgerussell scandalous 😨
-> carlossainz55 not very smooth of you oscar
-> alexalbon not smooth.
-> danielricciardo not smooth.
-> charlesleclerc not smooth.
-> maxverstappen1 not smooth.
-> fbsfuser i think, and hear me out, maybe you're in the wrong here oscar
-> ynuser and this is why we were both wearing masks on track
-> oscarpiastri too far. you've gone TOO far.
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yukitsunoday0511: i will get you back one day.
-> ynuser: ngaww 😹
oscarpiastri: u are tho
-> ynuser: ik
->oscarpiastri: wait. are you?
danielricciardo: mind giving me an extra mic so i can do this when youre not with us?
-> ynuser check ur driver's room ;)
landonorris: how did he know 😨
-> ynuser: we been knew lan
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ynuser: there's no way you pulled out a photo from when we were 13.
-> oscarpiastri: full on war. what are you gonna do about it?
-> ynuser: watch me
landonorris: u have to give this pic to me.
-> oscarpiastri: LMAO ty for joining my side
-> landonorris: no no, don't be mistaken. im against both of you.
-> oscarpiastri: mate what?
carlossainz55: u guys should just kiss already
-> oscarpiastri: carlos NO
mclaren: you're really trying to blackmail a journalist who has resources at her disposal? 😮
-> oscarpiastri: ...yes...
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alexalbon: congrats on winning soldier
-> ynuser ✊🏼
oscarpiastri: HOW DO U HAVE THESE PHOTOS ALREADY
-> ynuser: i like how u still underestimate my job then suffer because of it :)
pierregasly: these go hard 🔥
landonorris: well at least it's not as embarrassing for me. but a HEADS UP WOULDVE BEEN NICE
-> ynuser: bro dont even try ik you've been saving bad pics of me from oscar -.-
mclaren: we hope u enjoyed the pics!
-> ynuser: i owe u guys one fr 🙏🏼
Round 3 (22/03-24/03): Australia
ynuser
Tagged: f1
ynuser round 3 in australia!!!! 🇦🇺🦘❤️ amazing to be back on home base, and even better to see danny ric and pastry fight it out for the podium! (actual, professional, and correct news coming from me on @f1 tv 🫡)
ossie ossie ossie! oi oi oi! get it? 'cause ossie is like aussie and... okay. i'll stop.
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mclaren ty for providing us with baby pastry pics 🫡
-> ynuser pleasure doing business with u 🫡🫡
-> oscarpiastri excuse ME
oscarpiastri haha. so funny. at least u have stand up comedy since journalism may not work out :)
-> ynuser so you admit im funny 😸
-> oscarpiastri don't flatter urself.
-> landonorris nah mate, that sounded like defeat
f1 this commentary is fine 👍🏻
-> user LMAOOOO
user danny ric placing in his home base is such a dream come true 😭
-> user yeah im glad it isnt just a dream anymore
user cutiessssss
-> user them driving around the circuit in a golf cart must've been chaotic
-> logansargeant u have no idea...
user she's hilarious ilysm
-> fbsfuser back off fam she's mine ✋🏼
-> user i need to know how she got this job cause it is THE dream fr
-> fbsfuser yeah it really is a wonder given how many lectures she slept thru...
-> ynuser OI
danielricciardo 🫶🏻
-> user CONGRATS HONEY BADGER!!!
user can oscar fight???
-> user girl what are u talking about they aint tgt
-> user they aren't???
-> user no bruh theyre just besties
user watch me at the next race rizzin her up
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landonorris: yn
-> yn
-> yn
-> yn
ynuser: bruh WHAT
landonorris: it's important
ynuser: lando i don't have time to answer whether a new pair of pants make u look flat
-> go ask osc
landonorris: ok first of all: a good pair makes a huge difference.
-> and second, it's about osc
ynuser: did smth happen to him?????
landonorris: no, sorry
-> shouldn't have led with that
-> i sent u a post on twitter
-> but just, read carefully k?
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ynuser: oh
landonorris: u see it?
ynuser: yeah
landonorris: are u okay?
ynuser: yeah im just surprised
landonorris: so you didn't know about it either?
ynuser: obviously not
landnorris: im sorry yn :(
ynuser: why? it's not like he owes me anything lol
-> im happy he started dating again in fact
-> was getting worried lol
landonorris: u sure u good?
-> doesn't really sound like u are
ynuser: im fine
-> plus i need to stay professional. i still have a job and there are crazy fans and all
-> thanks anyways lan
landonorris: alright, im here to talk if u need
-> so is the rest of the grid tbh
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ynuser a little break back home with the parents doesn't hurt 🌊
@f1's the best for letting me regenerate lost brain cells <3
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f1 we got ur back queen ✊🏼
-> user in the middle of all the drama, this could mean so many things...
-> user well im gonna take it as them sayin that theyre on the right ship :)
user ngl guys the distance rn is probably 'cause yn and osc so close, especially with osc dating brianna, like she probably did it out of respect for them. no one wants to be 'the girl he told me not to worry about' yk.
-> user allegedly dating*
-> user allegedly dating*
user omg the parallelism to brianna with the surfboards 😭
-> user we've truly reached peak delulu i love it
landonorris enjoy ur break from a grid of shitheads 💪🏼
-> carlossainz55 speak for urself
wbuxtonofficial how am i going to handle them without you 0.0
-> ynuser well, not to state the obvious, but drivers are just... humans.
-> georgerussell hilarious
racerbia gorgeous girl 🧡
fbsfuser take me with u 😔
Round 4 (05/04-07/04): Japan
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Tagged: oscarpiastri, landonorris, vindiesel, and mrodofficial
mclaren A little surprise for our papaya boys as they come back from their Friday practices! 🤫 Here's to hoping we go fast and furious in the land of sakura 🌸
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user the lack of yn's interactions with the whole grid is actually making me glitch throughout this weekend. and it's only friday 💀💀
user omggggg van diesel and michelle rod!!!!!!
user they really be spoiling osc lolll
user it's so weird to see an interview without yn
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mclaren H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y @oscarpiastri!
Our baby driver is 23 today, here in Japan! Drive well, birthday boy! 😎🌸
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user happy birthday ossie!!!
landonorris: our baby is growing up so fast
-> f1 we must shrink him.
user wow she must be pissed if she took her first annual leave during this totally coincidental time
-> user fr sis is fooling no one.
-> user this feels like such a bad omen omg 😭
-> user guys maybe our bestie yn just really needed a break... haha...
briannawood_ happy birthday osc ❤️
-> user oh my god
-> user she actually exists
-> user girl what are you doing here
-> user ayo???
alexalbon happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!
lilyhme HAPPY BIRTHDAY OSC
fbsfuer hbd
-> user oh-
ynuser
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ynuser to the one who vexes me, encourages me, n supports me sm, happy 23rd birthday. i've known you since your rebellious days, trying to prove to the rest of the world how your dream was worth fulfilling, and i'm grateful to have been with you to this very stage of your life. from re-watching cars and fast n furious for over a decade, to re-watching ur races and my interviews, know that i'll always be there, on or off track, no matter what. to the bane of my existence, from ur twin devil x
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user oh im gonna be sick is she the one who told f1 to invite vin diesel and michelle rod 😭💔
-> user u are spitting facts but in this case facts should not be facting because this is actually making me hyperventilate by all the drama rn
user no im sorry but why does this sound more like a goodbye than a hbd note
user yn trying to prove that she's actually a great write when she wants to be
-> user and SHE IS 😭😭😭
user the way she doesn't sound like herself AT ALL wtf is going on
user this sounds like a very strange way of resigning 💀
-> user YOU TAKE BACK WHAT U SAID RN
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Round 5 (19/04-21/04): China
ynuser
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ynuser im back 😈 lovely weather here in china as we start round 5's quali day!! let's get back to it 💪🏼
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f1 she's back!
user oh my god i thought we were never gonna see her ever again
lewishamilton missed our fav presenter
-> georgerussell frfr!!
-> mclaren actually ☝🏼 she was and will always be OUR fav
fsfbuser welcome back gorgeous <3
user well... the good news is that she sounds normal again
-> user nah bruh im right here in the paddock and she looks nervous/twitchy af
user the besties obvie haven't made up yet 😪
-> user or maybe they never will...
oscarpiastri come on back over to our pit, you left before i finished changing ?
-> user oH WTF
-> user this shit is actually going to be the death of me
-> landonorris i thought we agreed that i'd call her? 🤨
-> charlesleclerc hush for a little while she's over at ours rn
-> user this is too funny
-> user is this a pr trick or some shit 'cause IT'S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE
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oscarpiastri you are never escaping me ever again.
(forgive my impulsive actions tonight everyone, i swear im only ever like this around her)
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francisca.cgomes SHUT THE FRONT DOOR. FINALLY.
-> lilymhe I KNOW RIGHT
-> pierregasly oscar can be so oblivious sometimes...
-> fbsfuser boy he was blind, deaf, and dumb for as long as i've known them. like pick a struggle??
-> landonorris i second this
logansargeant kinda giving serial killer vibes but u two are cute enough to forgive that
-> ynuser 🤪
-> maxverstappen1 i can finally go back to the garage in peace without u following me to talk my ear off
-> oscarpiastri u knew this whole time??
user i am going insane.
-> user maybe i hit the blunt too good this time...
-> user @landonorris and @fbsfuser u guys are the gods of all wingmen.
user oh thank god he wasn't actually dating brianna
-> user our queen and king can come back stronger and better now 😩
user your honour, nvm, my parents just got back tgt :D
ynuser 10 years, both of us having a nasty high school relationship each, and a rumour bomb that exploded from underneath me... i think i have every right to try and escape again.
-> oscarpiastri this was not funny when u first said it, and it will never be.
-> logansargeant ok but it kind of is
user my fav writer inspo is now my fav driver's wag MY HEART
landonorris thank god i dont need to listen to the both of you whining anymore
-> ynuser who said we're stopping 🤨
-> oscarpiastri you can't escape me either lando.
-> landonorris this is foul @mclaren i suggest you give me a raise for keeping ur other driver in check
-> f1 haha no.
mclaren thank god we don't have to whisper every time we see something suspicious now
-> redbullracing im ngl, same.
-> astonmartinf1 we once had to watch while they bantered with each other for 10 minutes 🧍🏻♀️
-> scuderiaferrari not that it's a competition, but they were always close to pecking each other whenever they were here
-> alexalbon wait why were they even in any of these garages??
-> mclaren ask oscar why he keeps following her...
user that interview was INSANE
-> user i don't think i've ever seen such a surreal confession oml
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a/n: lowkey cringey hehe. this was supposed to involve a wedding (for a mclaren engineer not oscyn loll) where they'd all be dressed up (you know... DRESS) but i reached the pics limit 💀 honestly i would've written this out as a one shot or smth but once i start i will never stop... and i have my ibdp math final 😭
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a/n: I recommend reading Roomie!Sunoo first but it’s not necessary.
Sunoo can’t sleep knowing that you are lowkey fiending for him just on the other side of the wall that separates your bedrooms. He grabs his phone off his nightstand and opens the photo gallery for at least the 20th time today. The first picture being a page from your journal he accidentally read a few days ago. All of your dirty little secrets hidden in what looked like a college textbook on your desk. But only these words are haunting him right now. He whispers them to himself: "I’m so pathetic, thirsting over my best friend. But he’s just so damn gorgeous. I bet his cock is pretty too." There’s no way he could have misunderstood your words. Sunoo thought he made it clear to you that he wanted you too. He finger-fucked you in his studio while you wore a dress he made just for you. That should have changed everything. Yet here he is, one day later– bricked up and lonely. Beyond frustrated with himself actually. I should have fucked her. Sunoo didn’t want to push you too hard, too fast out of nowhere. After all, you still don’t know that he knows you really do want him and his “pretty” cock.
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You stare at the ceiling, replaying yesterday’s events in your mind. Did that really even happen? The custom-made dress hanging on your closet door suggests that you didn’t have one of your delusional dreams about Sunoo again. Maybe you should talk to him– Not a weird confession of how you’ve been madly in love with him for years. But you should at least stop avoiding him. He is your roommate and your friend. This awkward silence can’t go on forever… A gentle knock on your bedroom door pulls you out of your thoughts. Your heart races. Guess now’s as good a time as any.
“Yeah?” you say softly.
“Can I come in?” Sunoo asks through the door.
“Yeah,” you repeat, unable to think of any other word at the moment. You sit up in your bed as he slowly opens the door and flicks on the light switch. Your eyes take a moment to adjust as Sunoo sits down on your bed. He smiles only slightly but he doesn’t speak. Your mind is going crazy with the possibilities of how terribly this could go. It isn’t until he lays back on his elbows that you notice the bulge in his sweatpants. He gently brushes his bangs out his eyes as he watches you. When you realize you’re staring at his erection, your eyes meet his again and he smiles mischievously. Sunoo slowly pulls his shirt up, revealing his toned stomach. Both hands reach down to slowly peel his sweatpants and briefs down his legs to be discarded on the floor. He rests back on one elbow while slowly, gently rubbing his fingers along his hardened shaft. His lips part with a quiet moan and he looks over at you again. Still neither of you has said a word. But you both seem to know this is exactly what you wanted. You stand up and kneel on the floor between Sunoo’s legs. Connecting with his eyes, you feel nervous, aroused, excited … all at once. You’re holding your breath and you didn’t even know it. So you take a few deep breaths to calm your nerves. He stops touching his cock and leans back, enjoying the look of awe on your face as you carefully study his cock. It really is pretty. Clean shaven. Curving just a little to the left. Slender with a large vein running along either side. Flushed pink. Round head. Long slit weeping pre-cum. A cute little mole just to the right of the base and another just above his slit. You touch it and he softly moans.
“Take your time, love. Worship it. From top to bottom. Every inch.” He confidently instructs you. You slowly nod as if completely in a trance. You rub the pre-cum oozing from the tip with your index finger, tracing down the veins. Sunoo grabs one of your pillows to prop his head up as he watches you meticulously massage his balls, lick and tease up and down his shaft. You kiss the tip of his cock gently. You’ve never been so intoxicated by the scent of soap on someone until now. You love having him inside your mouth. You maintain eye contact with Sunoo hoping your eyes are telling him everything you feel for him. The room is quiet but for his soft moans and the wet slurps and smacks of your mouth all over him.
“Talk to me, baby. Use your words. What’s going on in the pretty head, hmm?” He raises an eyebrow as he reaches to gently stroke your cheek.
“I– I love everything about your cock,” you finally confess, extinguishing the last ember of doubt between you and Sunoo. This beautiful man offered himself up to you like no one has before. Your pussy is wet and your heart is exploding with love for him.
“I love worshiping your cock.” You say as you lock eyes with him.
“Fuck.” Sunoo growls at your words. He sits up and pulls your shoulders with both of his hands, urging you to stand up. He roughly tugs your pajamas pants and panties down, surprising you with his sudden impatience and intensity. You step out of them. Sunoo pulls you down to straddle over his lap, lining himself up to your entrance.
“Never be ashamed to tell me what you want, Princess,” he says as he thrusts into your tight, slippery pussy.
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IM WITH YOU FOR MORE FLUFFY FAE GHOST! FLUFF ALL AROUND PLEASE
So Love can call him with his name but what if she’s gushing about him to Liebling and it’s like that thing where your ears are ringing but he can hear all the nice things she’s saying and how in love she is
Yes yes yes more fluff for my favorite boy!!! Love gushes to Liebling about her boyfriend-husband all the time she loves him so much she can't help it. Liebling is jealous of how open Love is with her feelings but will never admit it.
Sometimes you get in these grooves monologuing on a single subject and you just can't stop. Like right now. Talking about your boyfriend.
"And he's really good with his hands," you gush.
"You already said he was good in bed," Liebling hums, flipping the page in her magazine.
"He is, but I mean like... artsy crafty stuff," you lean over the counter, not bothering to move much for the fae behind you. It's not like they're going to buy anything anyway. "Simon is weirdly really good at drawing, he's been helping me journal and he does these cute little doodles of anything I can't glue down. It's fantastic. Plus the bracelet, you've seen how cute the bracelet is."
Liebling hums again, you don't think she's listening but you don't really care. You don't want to stop talking yet so you won't.
"I know I should feel bad making Simon do so much for me, but he takes such good care of me. I mean look at my hair! Look at my skin! I'm fucking glowing, bitch." You hold your hair up to Lieblings face, you haven't had a split end in months.
She glances up at you and squints, then shields her eyes, "Yeah, you're like actually fucking glowing. Never seen so much gold on you."
You pluck at the tethers you can only feel, at the lightness and warmth in your chest. "Is it pretty? I can't-" you can't see it, you wish you could.
Liebling sighs and finally gives you a proper look. Still squinting at the light of it. You can almost see the glow reflected in her eyes.
"Yeah," she says with a small smile, "It's really pretty." You press your fingers against your smile, feeling the tethers you pull under your lips.
"Simon is so funny, he really wrapped me up in these things," not that you're complaining, the tethers feel secure, you've never felt this secure with anything in your life, "as if I'd ever want to leave him."
"Ghost freaks me out," Liebling mumbles, going back to her magazine.
"Alright well, you're a big baby, and I'm not scared of Simon. He's sweet. You're just jealous because König is a weirdo." You wave a hand, brushing off Lieblings frown.
"He's not a weirdo." You both glance at König across the shop, he's staring you down, his hand half way in a bag of potting mix. You turn back to Liebling who looks sensibly embarrassed.
"Anyway," you tell her, "Maybe if your shop wasn't so busy he wouldn't be masked up all the time. Simon's really cute under the mask, he's got these gorgeous sparkly brown eyes and the longest eyelashes I've ever seen, and our kids are gonna-" you bite your lip to stop the stream, your chest hot and pulling. You wish Simon was here, you always wish he was near you. You could call him, he wouldn't be mad, but you should be able to get through the day without him.
Liebling gives you a confused look, unsure if you're going to finish the monologue or if it's finally her turn to talk. "Couldn't tell you what König looks like, I try not to think about it." You'd wonder if it was that bad if her cheeks didn't turn red. Yeah. You bet she thinks about it a lot.
"Couldn't be me, I think about Simon all the time."
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Ghost has never been more grateful for his mask. He's red, he can feel the heat of his blush burning to the tips of his ears. You're lighting up your tethers with kind words and compliments and his name falling like it's own desire from your lips. He leans against the table, dragging a hand over the skull mask. He wishes he could say he wants you to stop.
"Lighting up like a damn Christmas tree." Price gripes, ever observant as he blows off the smoke from his cigar. It swirls over the table, wrapping inquisitive tendrils around Ghosts whisps.
"His lass is name dropping," Soap tells him.
"The wife I haven't met yet." It's a dangerous truth, one Ghost doesn't have a credible answer for yet. He'll pay for it later, when Price finally does meet you. Right now it's nice having you all to himself.
"You're married?" Gaz asks across the table, Price throws another glare Ghost's way and nods.
"Wasn't my fault," Ghost tells him.
"Oh no, you should've seen this girl, absolutely brilliant, never seen anyone so-" Soap stops when he catches Ghost's glare, "Practically made to be ensnared," he whispers to Gaz, who grins.
"Gone after her like a proper fae, eh?" Gaz fixes Ghost with his ever observant gaze, "Didn't think you knew how to do that."
Ghost feels all his tethers pull tight, every nerve buzzing with you. "Gotta go," he tells the group quickly, not bothering to finish his bourbon before dropping his coin on the table, "the Missus calls."
"Bring her around sometime," Price leans back in his chair, "or I'll start making house calls." Soap and Gaz exchange a look, Ghost winces and nods before letting the shadows carry him away.
#fae!Ghost#Fae!Soap#fae!gaz#Fae!Price#“Someday our kids are gonna smile like him” Love thinks to herself#and immediately is like “fuck wait do I want kids??”#I've changed my mind I think Liebling and Love are besties#I just think it's a black cat and golden retriever friendship#the anxiety disorder and the girl who has never worried about anythin in her life#they wouldn't be friends without their boyfriends but they're besties now#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#cod x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost x reader#x reader#oc: love#oc: liebling
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Don't mind me, everyone, just gonna slip on my Tedependent conspiracy hat for a bit...
Okay, for real though, can we talk about how Trent's backstory in 3x06 completely re-contextualizes his dinner with Ted in 1x03? Based on my own interpretation, the implied timeline is that Trent was married to a woman, attempted to come out to her and was dismissed (perhaps in large part because they were married: what do you mean you're gay? You can't be. You love me, etc.), either having his daughter forced Trent to become more honest about what he and his family needed, or they had her in an attempt to "fix" the marriage, she gets caught in the crossfire of all this, Trent comes out again, this time his wife believes him, they divorce, are still good friends, and their daughter is happier than ever because she has two loving parents who are now living their best lives.
Given her age - 3 at the start of the series, about 6 now - that means there's a decent possibility that Trent was still married at the beginning of the show.
And that his dinner with Ted is one of the things that pushed him to try coming out again.
As his core Ted is someone who is authentic and that authenticity is what catches Trent's interest. He's dismissive of it at first, literally thinking it's a "fucking joke," only to later end up with the revelation, "You really mean that, don't you?" - that Ted honestly enjoyed spending time with him. AKA, Ted says and does what he means, even when it seems completely unbelievable. How freeing must that be to see? I'm just imagining this interview-turned-dinner through the eyes of a man who is still unhappily married, mostly closeted, and struggling to help his daughter through the stress of that dynamic. Then he meets this sunshine of a coach who is so authentically himself that it initially comes across as an act, an exaggeration, a joke. But Ted never wavers, simply refuses to be anything other than himself. Soon he's doing even more than that, breaking down gender norms by characterizing the masculine, aggressive Roy Kent as the "little girl" from A Wrinkle in Time, burdened with the responsibility of leadership. He turns what should have been the end of a horrific day of shadowing into a dinner date and Trent finds himself answering the hard-hitting questions instead of his interviewee. Ted brushes off his accusation of greed with, "Wait, I'm supposed to be getting paid?" but Trent is completely caught off guard by Ted's "What do you love?"
The textual answer is "writing" and the fun fandom answer is "you," but if this is a Trent who still hasn't fully come out yet that's! A hell! Of a question!!! A closeted, queer individual's mind is going to jump to their biggest secret and, when offered an out, they're going grasp at it, so Trent eagerly agrees with Ted's guess of "writing" the same way Colin eagerly pulls the 'This is a gay bar? Haha, my mistake' card and makes a run for the door. Reading this interaction as Trent not just being gay, but potentially being closeted and unhappily married makes it less about the journalism (this strange coach likes me and thinks I can be a good person despite my invasive career choice) and more about his sexuality. Oh, no big deal, just having an intimate dinner with another good-looking man who's questioning me on love of all things and slowly inspiring me to be the best version of myself, which would require coming out to my wife again. This is a totally normal and not at all life-changing night! I definitely don't need to run away now!!
Via this reading Trent's article feels so loaded. Ted is "out there in the community" either "bravely or stupidly facing the music." That sounds a hell of a lot like a parallel to literally coming out and facing the music of a community's potential rejection, with Ted's American background/inexperience/unique personality acting as a stand-in for sexuality; the reasons he's labeled a "wanker" before anyone actually gets to know him - as the pub trio does while those very words are narrated by Higgins.
And then we have this:
"If the Lasso way is wrong, it's hard to imagine being right.... and though I believe that Ted Lasso will fail here... I can't help but root for him."
There are other elements at play here, like the football's celebration of ego and the threat of the club being relegated, but underneath it really sounds like a still-cynical Trent wanting to see the kind of changed world that those like Ted could bring about, but not really believing that it's possible. Given his history, is he really just talking about football when it comes to "the Lasso way"? I doubt it. Trent is potentially feeling trapped at this point in time, pessimistic to the point where yes, he still thinks that Ted will fail at football and creating a more inclusive, accepting community... but even still, Trent can't help but root for him. Of course he can't. He wants what Ted is offering. He needs it.
But then, of course, Ted succeeds! Not just in doing well by the club, but by the community as a whole. He maintains that inspiration and hope until, potentially, Trent felt like he could do something about his own situation. He found the nerve and strength to try again. So he comes out to his wife, they divorce, their daughter is happy, he goes on a date with a mustached man at the local pub, ditches him to try and 'interview' Ted, blows up his career because he realizes that his job is undermining the very thing he's been rooting for and he can't not give Ted a heads up, begins shadowing Ted as he looks for something "deeper," and then comes out to Colin, gazing wistfully across the water as he imagines being able to kiss a man after a win...
I'm not saying Ted Lasso is going to go there - and I'm DEFINITELY not saying there should be ANY accusations of queer baiting if/when they don't, because we've absolutely built the majority of this ship in fandom spaces - but I AM saying that if Trent's potential intersection of his history with Ted's influence and Ted's desire to shake things up while imagining bisexual triangles actually led to something... it would be a damn well done setup!
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I Knew It Would Hurt ~ Part 9
Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4,715
This is part 9 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:
We've All Got Needs Masterlist
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Summary: You're waiting for the boys to make their decision. Waiting is really fucking hard.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Penis in Vagina Sex, I left out some tags to avoid spoilers but there’s nothing crazy if you’ve read this far already
A/N: Here's another rollercoaster, and it's the longest one so far! I'm super grateful for all of your interactions with this story. I've loved turning that little smut scene into this fun character dynamic, and I really hope you enjoy this next installment. Thank you!!
A soft knock at the door woke you, and for a moment you felt fine. Then you remembered.
“I’ve got your breakfast, can I come in?”
Nami frowned when she saw you. She set your plate down on your desk, then pulled you into a hug.
“This whole thing seems like a lot of work. I’m here if you need me, okay?”
“Thanks, Nami. All I wanted to do was take a long shower, and now I might be breaking up with two people I’m not actually with.”
“Gotta be careful about those showers, they can fuck you up.”
You gave a laugh that might have been a sob before squeezing her tighter.
“Love you.”
She pulled away, but grabbed your shoulders, leaning her face toward yours.
“Love ya too, weirdo. What do you need today?”
“Um, can you bring me my field notes? Chopper knows where they are. I’m just gonna work in here today, I’m not ready to people.”
“Of course. I can bring you your other meals too if you want.”
Sighing as you nodded, memories of recent times in the kitchen fought you as you tried to shove them down.
“Luffy really thinks you’re sick now.”
“He might not be far off. I feel like shit.”
After Nami came back to drop off lunch later, another knock came, freezing you on the spot.
“Hi, it’s Robin.”
You cringed a bit, embarrassed for her to see you like this, but you let her in. Her eyes combed over you, lips pursing as she stepped inside. She kept a noticeable distance between you.
“Y/N, I came to apologize. I shouldn’t have been pushing you like this, I knew you were overwhelmed already. I’m so sorry I added to your struggle.”
“No, Robin, it's okay. You helped me! I really needed to hear what you said.”
Robin let out a breath, but her brows were still tensed. She looked down at the ground before meeting your eyes again.
“I shouldn’t have pushed myself on you. I’m sorry, Y/N.”
Her normally steady eyes looked heavy, a sight she rarely shows.
Reaching for her hand, you felt a gentle smile warming your face.
“I’m not sorry.”
Her lips curled up just a bit, and she squeezed your fingers gently.
“I’m so glad to hear that… How about we wait on that date until everything settles?”
You almost argued that you didn’t need to wait, but you realized that you did.
“Thank you, Robin.”
She brushed a strand of hair from your face, and you breathed in her lovely scent.
“Thank you, Y/N. Let me know if you need anything. I’ll do what I can to calm the rest of the crew.”
The comfort that Robin's presence left you with made you feel safer, warmer.
But it was as if that feeling of safety made room for your body to feel the rest.
Sitting at your desk staring at your field notes, your vision started to blur. You had to close your journal to keep tears from staining your monographs.
You kept your sobs silent, not wanting anyone to hear. Then you remembered why you’d gotten so good at keeping your screams quiet lately. You had to cover your mouth as you choked, louder sobs escaping you now.
Why did I do this to myself? I knew it would hurt. Just not this much, not so fast. I should have stopped.
But you hated that thought. The thought of not enjoying the short time you’d had with both of them. The pleasures, the laughter, the growing warmth. You didn’t want to lose any of it, even if it would hurt less.
You tried not to think about what choice they would make. The only one you wanted felt selfish. You’d get to have everything.
And if you didn’t get to have everything, then it would be nothing. You knew that even if one of the boys chose to leave, and one wanted to stay, you couldn’t continue with only one. There was too much heat between all three of you. You knew it would drive an even bigger wedge between them, potentially tearing them, and the crew apart.
I can’t do that.
So it was all or nothing, and your body was preparing you for the worst.
A knock shook you from your spiral and you moved to the door, expecting Nami. Wiping your tears and shaking your arms, you checked.
“Who is it?”
“Hi, Y/N. I’ve got your dinner, and I didn’t eat any of it.”
Your eyes went wide, but you let your captain in.
“Thank you, Luffy.”
He walked right in, setting your plate on your desk before plopping on your bed.
You stared, not sure what to say. He pointed to your desk chair, and you felt suddenly terrified as you sat and faced him. He watched you like he was sizing you up.
“Robin told me and Chopper why you’ve been weird.”
“O-Oh?”
“I’m the captain, Y/N. I need to know my crew is okay.”
Fear iced through you, and you stared into your lap. He should kick me off the crew. I’m splintering his best fighters, endangering everyone.
His hand stretched toward you, and he touched your shoulder until you met his eyes.
“It all seems a little crazy to me.”
You let out a near panicked laugh before you caught yourself.
“Yeah, me too.”
“But you care about them?”
His deep eyes looked so soft, his voice intense.
“I do.”
Nodding, he crossed his arms.
“They care about you too, Y/N.”
You felt your lips shaking, heat rising in your throat.
“As long as you care about each other, and keep fighting for your dreams, I’m happy.”
Hot tears spilled down your cheeks as Luffy started to smile.
“Can you be happy too?”
Your lips pulled into a strained smile as you tried to stop your tears.
“I’ll get there, Luffy. It’s just rough right now. But I’m glad you’re my captain.”
Luffy was beaming at you now, then stretched to ruffle your hair. He leaned toward you, and whispered softly.
“Will you keep giving me the extra food Sanji makes you?”
You burst out laughing, and Luffy’s smile stretched even wider.
“Yes, captain!”
Luffy grabbed you in a hug, twirling you as much as he could in the small quarters. This is family.
As he left he gave you one more serious look.
“Y/N, please tell me next time something is hurting you. I’m your captain and I need to know.”
“I promise, Luffy.”
All the emotions of the day had you feeling empty, but now it was more pleasantly numb. Your biggest fear of losing your place on this crew, in this family, those fears were shrinking away from you. Soft tears of relief left your eyes now, and you tried to comfort yourself against the hurt of losing Zoro and Sanji. At least I won’t lose them completely.
That thought brought back more of the pain, but you shook it off. It was getting late, and you wanted to get some air. Steeling yourself, you picked up your dishes and went down the hall, hoping to sneak them into the galley before sitting out on deck.
You crept against the wall, listening to check if Sanji was inside or not before heading in.
But you heard two low voices.
“You don’t know her like I do.”
“I care about her, Marimo. I care about her enough to share her with you. Can you say the same?”
You tried to force your body to turn around, to head back to your room, but all you could focus on was not shaking the plate and silverware in your hands.
Your heart was in your throat, and you felt faint as you waited for what felt like hours for his response.
“Yeah, I can, idiot cook.”
A gasping sob escaped you, and you tried to cover your mouth. Instead, you dropped your dishes, the plate shattering at your bare feet. You stared at the broken porcelain, and started laughing hysterically.
“Y/N!”
They both rushed out, concern in their eyes.
“Are you hurt?”
“You okay?”
You were too out of it to respond, and kept laughing as they both tried to lift you. Zoro won, lifting you in his arms, while Sanji brushed along your feet and legs, checking for glass.
Your breathing slowed as you felt Zoro’s racing heart, and you felt like you could fall asleep in his arms. He carried you into the kitchen while Sanji swept up the broken plate.
Zoro placed you gingerly in the booth, his brows furrowed as he looked you over.
“Needy, please. Are you okay?”
You smiled at the nickname, and looked at them both as Sanji joined you at the table.
“I’m okay.”
Neither of them seemed convinced, but you couldn’t explain the rush of relief and happiness that had just torn through your already overwhelmed system. But you tried.
“I didn’t mean to. But I heard you.”
You felt your lips quivering again as they both seemed to soften.
“It’s okay if you still need some time to think-”
“I don’t need time my love-”
“I’m good, Needy-”
Your cheeks hurt from the smile that stretched your face, especially when they both grinned back at you.
Then your mouth stretched further into the biggest, loudest yawn you’d ever felt.
“You need some sleep-”
“Let’s get you to bed, dear-”
Zoro went to lift you, but Sanji tapped his shoulder.
“You just carried her, It’s my turn now.”
“I’m not letting a pervert cook into her bedroom when she needs to rest.”
“Boys,” you commanded with another yawn. “Flip a coin or something please, I’m tired.”
Your yawns were mixed with tired giggles while you saw them rustling through their pockets. Sanji’s satisfied laugh, and Zoro’s grumble gave away the winner.
Sanji lifted you gently, and you smelled cigarette smoke and spices on his jacket. Zoro followed close, opening the door, and hovering while Sanji set you in bed, drawing the covers over you.
“Good night, darling-”
“Good night, Needy-”
“Night, boys…”
A soft knock woke you, and for a moment you felt all that sadness. Then you remembered.
You sat straight up in bed, hoping that it wasn’t a dream.
“Who-Who is it?”
“Your favorite navigator, lazybones. Do you want to come to breakfast?”
You jumped out of bed, stumbling.
“Yeah, I’ll be right out!”
Your reflection looked dazed, and you slapped your cheeks a few times, laughing. You hurried to get ready, and had to stop yourself from racing down the hall.
Everyone was there, already digging into their plates. They all turned to stare at you with teasing, or cheesy faces. Your face flushed, and you bit your lip before climbing into the empty spot Zoro had saved for you. You were next to him at the edge of the table, where Sanji stepped up to bring you what looked like a mimosa with tangerine blossoms for a garnish.
“Hey, why don’t I get one of those?”
“Apologies Nami, dear. I will whip one up for you right away. Would you like one as well, Robin?”
“That sounds lovely, Sanji.”
“Hey, don’t hog the booze, waiter. Make me one of those too.”
“You haven’t earned it, moss hea-”
Everyone's clamoring voices died down as you burst out laughing, almost hysterical, but so full of joy and relief.
Luffy grinned, stretching to hit your arm lightly with his fist, Chopper looked confused, Usopp was asking Sanji for his own mimosa, and Nami and Robin laughed with you.
The boys had stopped arguing, and were both staring at you. Until your skin flushed red again, and your laughter hiccuped and faded.
“Ugh. I love you, Y/N, but this is gonna get annoying real fast.”
You stuck your tongue out at Nami as she winked, and fell into quiet joy while you tried to listen to the group.
Sanji kept bringing you delicious gifts, and you’d wink at Luffy so he could snag them. Each time Sanji came your way he would give you a soft peck on the forehead, or shoulder, or knuckles.
A low grumble moved through Zoro, but all he did was wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his warmth.
Feeling like you were going to pass out, you didn’t even hear most of what the crew were saying while they teased you.
You caught yourself doing your happy food wiggle dance, and couldn’t seem to stop, even humming now and then. The crew left the three of you there, and you didn’t hear their goodbyes, just beamed lazily at them.
Sanji brought his plate to the table, and cleared his throat until Zoro begrudgingly scooted over, dragging you with him to make room on the bench. Sanji winked at you before diving into his meal, and you just sat there wiggling, out of your mind.
“I knew you were fuckin’ needy.”
You laughed while Sanji spluttered, and you patted his knee to calm him.
“What do you mean, Zoro,” you smirked up at him, teasing.
“You know what I mean. So fucking spoiled.”
“Don’t listen to him, angel. You deserve to be spoiled, to be-”
Another bout of hysterical laughter left you, and eventually they joined in.
Finally, you gained some control of yourself, and tried to hold a conversation.
“I’m so happy you both chose to stay with me.”
You stopped them both from speaking at the same time, realizing that it would be difficult to get much done with all three of you in a room.
“We definitely need to keep checking in, and figuring out boundaries. I don’t think my brain is up for that today though.”
“What are you up for, my dear?”
“Mm, I like this,” you sighed, rocking back and forth against each of their sides.
You caught Zoro rolling his eyes, and you stuck your tongue out at him.
“What about you guys? Your needs matter too here. What do you need?”
Neither spoke for a minute, and you played with your spoon.
“I guess, um…”
You looked up at Zoro, desperate to hear him actually express his fucking needs.
“How do we figure out time for just us?”
He said those words softly, and you knew how huge it was that he hadn’t said it with anger or frustration. You smiled up at him, then at Sanji who seemed to be waiting with rapt attention.
“Well, we can always check in, and change things if the system isn’t working out. But how about for now we stick to alternating days? Not just for sex, but for our time together?”
They both nodded, Zoro slowly, and Sanji with an eager smile. You squeezed both of their knees before reaching for the last of your mimosa.
You sat back, and they both tilted to see you better. You fought more laughter at what a lovely pair they made.
“Y/N, dear-”
“So who-”
They glared at each other, until Sanji did a small mock bow to let Zoro go first.
Zoro’s mouth twitched as he looked away from both of you before continuing. He didn’t meet your gaze when he finished his question.
“Who’s turn is it?”
Your lips parted, and you watched them both look guilty while they waited for you.
This is crazy. How did I manage this?
Zoro cleared his throat, leaning with his elbows over the table.
“Yesterday was supposed to be my day.”
“Technically we didn’t finish my day before that.”
“You’re really gonna pressure her ab-”
“You’re the one that’s pressuring her Mari-”
“Technically today was supposed to be Robin’s day.”
Your words shut them both up, and it took way too much effort to hold in your satisfied smile at their expressions.
Zoro looked shocked again, as if he’d blocked that out of his mind. Sanji’s fists had clenched, and you could see the veins in his neck and face throbbing as he turned bright red.
You couldn’t help it. A small laugh escaped you.
“Don’t worry, Robin and I decided to wait on our date until things are settled.”
You could have sworn you heard a tiny whimper from Sanji’s throat.
“How about we start things fresh with a coin toss?”
They both reached for a coin and threw them in the air, calling out the choice. You laughed as they both lost their own tosses.
“Let me do it.”
You’d grabbed Zoro’s coin, and tried to mimic them. You kept throwing it onto the table, or failing to catch it. The coin would drop on your lap, both of them reaching for your thighs to grab it for you, growling as their hands touched.
“Gods, can you guys just agree on which one of you tosses the coin? Pretty please?”
Sanji ended up giving in to your wishes again first, letting the swordsman toss. Then Zoro swore as the coin fell in Sanji’s favor. Sanji kissed your cheek while Zoro left the table after rubbing along your shoulders.
“See ya later, Needy.”
“Wait!”
You rushed over to your surly crewmate. The man who had walked in on you in the shower, and declared that you should fuck. You laughed softly at how crazy your life had been since that moment. And you couldn’t be more grateful for it if you tried.
“What,” he asked, his brows tensing as you laughed.
“It’s nothing,” you whispered, standing on tip toes in a silent request for a kiss.
His look of surprise deepened your smile, and he gripped the hair at the back of your neck when he pulled you to his lips.
A soft cough sounded behind you, and Zoro hummed as he pulled away to smirk at the cook. You nudged him out the door.
Turning around, you saw his eyes wide, waiting. You leaned toward him, feeling his soft lips kiss the corners of your mouth before pulling you into his arms to breathe along your ear.
“All to myself?”
Sanji’s raspy voice made you moan, your body still so ready even with all that had happened. You almost felt high, like all the emotions had left your body buzzing.
You looked up into his soft eyes, watching his lips part when he noticed how heavy your breaths were.
“D-Darling. I didn’t mean… Let me-”
He froze when you gripped his arms to keep him from pulling away.
“I want all sorts of lovely moments with you, Sanji, and I know we’re going to have them.”
The sweet smile that bloomed on his face made your heart dance in your chest for a moment, and you had to take a deep breath.
“I don’t want you to feel bad if we start today where we left off.”
You let heat fill your eyes as you wet your lips. Sanji’s eyes seemed to be pulled to your mouth, and you saw his breath hitch.
“A-Are you sure?”
Grinning at him, you nodded as you bit your lip.
He lunged toward your lips again, but you pressed your hands to his chest.
“Maybe we should go to one of our rooms now that everyone knows?”
You gasped as he looked at you like he was about to eat you.
“That’s too far, sweetheart. How about I take you in the pantry?”
You’d barely breathed out your ‘yes,’ before he lifted you into the air. He pulled you so fast, but still managed to grip you in a way that was comfortable. Your arms and legs wrapped around him, and he groaned while you kissed and licked along his neck.
Setting you gently in the walk in pantry, he held your face while he kissed you before rushing out. You tilted your head after him, but moaned when he returned with a condom and lube. Memories of your first time with him, and the sting and pleasure of his thick cock pulsed through you. Your eyes fell back in your head, and he gave a satisfied chuckle as he turned on the small light before closing the door.
“My sweet, Y/N… How can I show you how special you are to me?”
“You can tell me all the filthy things you want to do to me.”
You pulled your panties off from under your skirt and threw them at his chest.
Sanji had to catch himself against the wall as he moaned, almost dropping the lube.
He already looked wrecked when he met your eyes, and it drove you crazy.
“What do you want to do to me, Sanji?”
He was panting as he watched you pull your skirt up, so slowly. You took the condom and lube from him, and set them on a shelf.
Skin on fire, you didn’t know what had gotten into you. But you wanted him now, and you couldn’t stop yourself. You pressed yourself against his chest, looking into his blown out eyes. Both of you cried out when you dragged your hand along his length, already so fucking hard.
“Sanji, I asked you a question.”
Your words came out soft and dark. You watched his eyes flutter, and you wanted to speed him up. Taking his hand in yours, you whispered his name before pressing his fingers into your wet folds.
He moaned so loud, and your knees went weak. He had to catch you, then he pressed you against the wall, shoving two fingers into you.
“You are so fucking perfect. My sweet, dirty angel.”
Crying out at his praise, your body started shaking for him.
“P-Please, Sanji.”
He rutted against your thigh when you begged, and the feel of his clothed shaft rubbing against you made you whimper.
“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you. Such a beautiful, lovely girl. And you’re letting me touch you like this, where anyone could find us.”
He moaned into your ear, breathing in the scent of your hair.
You cried out his name, already feeling on the edge, ready.
“So gorgeous. Let me take care of you, angel. Let me make you feel good.”
“Yes, Sanji, please.”
He fell to his knees with a moan, tasting your needy cunt with that skilled tongue. His two fingers kept up their work while he swirled his tongue ring around your clit.
You had already started shaking before he plunged that third finger into you, and then you were gone. You shoved your own fist into your teeth, and panted as you bucked against Sanji’s face, coming on his tongue.
He licked you up like he was dying of thirst, while his three fingers kept prepping you.
He looked up at you, face glistening in the small light.
“You taste divine, my sweet.”
You moaned as his fingers kept working you.
“It’s probably time for me to prep for lunch, darling.”
You whined, grinding on his fingers.
He groaned, then checked his watch.
“Please Sanji. We’ll have so many more times to play for longer. Please fuck me against the wall right now. I know how much your perverted mind wants you to.”
You moaned as Sanji’s hand twitched inside you, his head falling back as he moaned.
“Please Sanji, I know you’ll take good care of me. Please, please fuck me now. I know you’d love it if someone caught us.”
He fell forward, mouth hanging open as his face pressed against your hip.
He was still taking too long.
You gripped your fingers into his hair, and pulled his face to yours.
“Sanji, are you going to make me beg?”
You watched his eyes harden, and cried out as his long fingers worked you with even more strength.
“A lady always gets what she wants in my kitchen.”
You moaned his name as he stood, kissing his way up your neck.
His fingers left you, and you clung to the wall as you watched him free his cock from his slacks before dragging the condom and lube down his length.
He came toward you, and lifted your leg so that your foot rested on a low shelf. His hands trailed along your neck, then your thighs. Your back arched as he teased his shaft along your entrance, the size of him so warm against you.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
His whispers against your cheek while he dragged his tip along your clit made you shiver for him.
“To have such an exquisite beauty, coming on my face in the pantry.”
You cried out, clawing at his shoulders.
He slapped his thick cock against your entrance a few times while you moaned for him.
“To have such a gorgeous pussy, aching for me to fill it.”
“Fuck, Sanji, please!”
“Of course, darling.”
Biting your lip, your head fell back as you felt him against your center. Not even pressed into you, and your body was readying.
“That’s good, angel. Breathe for me. You know I’ll take care of you.”
You moaned for him, scratching your nails down his striped shirt as he pushed into you, so slowly.
“Gods, Sanji-”
“Shh, darling. Just breathe, and take me, baby. I know you can, you’re so perfect for me.”
Your pussy clenched around him, and he thrust the rest of the way in as he moaned.
“Sweetheart, you okay?”
“Y-Yes, Sanji.”
“Good girl… So perfect.”
As Sanji’s thick cock started pumping into you, slowly, then faster and faster, you forgot where you were, who you were. Just the sharp pain and pleasure of him inside you, and his endless, delectable words were all that held you to reality. His breath was hot on your face and neck as he panted his praise along your skin.
“Y/N, your pussy is fucking heavenly, baby. Fuck. Just like that, I feel you squeezing me so hard. You want my cock inside you, don’t you angel. You want me to make you feel so good, to take care of my perfect girl.”
“Yes, Sanji. Please take care of me.”
He moaned at that, shoving into you, thrusts becoming staggered. He reached down, massaging your clit while you gasped.
“So soft, so good for me…There you go darling- fuck, yes Y/N, milk my cock like a good girl- fuck-”
Sanji came into you with whimpered moans while you shattered around him. He had to hold your slumped body up, gingerly removing himself from you while you cried out.
You whimpered as he pressed soft kisses to your face, before reaching for your panties on the floor. He gave you a satisfied smile as he used them to wipe you clean, before using them to clean himself off after removing that very full condom.
You moaned while you watched him rub your panties on his cock, his eyes heavy lidded even after what you’d just done.
“You’re gonna need to buy me some new panties if you keep taking all of mine.”
His breath came out heavy as he smiled.
“Oh I plan on buying you so many special gifts, my sweet.”
Miraculously, you made it out of the pantry with time to spare, even rushing for a quick shower before heading back to lunch.
Even though it was Sanji’s day, it looked like meals were going to stay a shared time. You sighed as you leaned against Zoro, dampening his shirt with your still wet hair.
“Y/N, do you know if we still have any yarrow? I remember you said it can be used to staunch bleeding, and I’d like to keep some on hand if we run out of our other supplies.”
“Y-Yes Chopper. I believe we do, but I’ll check after lunch.”
I really should get back to work at some point.
But with Zoro’s warmth at your side, and Sanji’s wink while he started on dishes, you weren't sure how you were going to do that.
Especially when you met Robin’s deep blue eyes, and saw her lips curve in that teasing smile.
Who knows the next time we’ll be in danger again? I should enjoy this bliss for as long as I can.
Your selfish little smile at that thought felt oh so good.
I guess I really am Needy after all.
Thank you for reading! 💜
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Part 10
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playing on my mind
“Where did you want this one, darling?” He called from the living room, and I rushed over to him, the floors creaking under me.
“Um,” I hummed, finger to my lip. He carried a heavy, black storage container, large enough to fit all my books and journals. “Maybe…”
He nodded, eyebrows pulled together. He adjusted the box, grunting as he tightened his grip.
“What’s in that box?” I asked, stepping closer to peek at the label.
“Bricks, maybe,” he shrugged weakly, the weight of the box tugging his arms down.
I smiled, “Too heavy for you?”
He narrowed his eyes.
“Oh,” I spotted the label, “Just set it next to the couch, here.”
“Sure,” he inhaled, groaning as he lowered the box.
“Actually,” I interrupted, stopping him just before the box hit the ground, “Should I bring it to the bedroom, you think?”
“Should I?” He huffed, walking past me to get to the bedroom. I followed behind him, watching his fingers whiten as he adjusted his grip. “Where in here?”
“God, not much space left,” I bit my lip.
“Are you doing it on purpose?” He spun around, catching me mid-grin. “You are!”
He dropped the box with an exaggerated thud, grabbing me by the waist instead.
“Doing what?” I smirked, letting him press his forehead to mine. I pulled my head back, frowning, “Ew!”
“What?” He laughed, squeezing my hip.
“You’re all fucking sweaty,” I grimaced, pushing against his chest weakly.
“Oh, am I?” He kissed my cheek, pressing his damp chest into me.
“Stop, stop, it’s gross,” I giggled, letting him push me into the corner of the room.
He pinned me to the wall with his hips, peeling his shirt off his back. He grabbed my wrists, dragging my hands over his soaked chest.
“Gross,” I muttered, and he pressed a sweet kiss to my forehead.
“Yeah?” His tongue swept over his lower lip, smothering a smirk. “Can I have a kiss?”
“Go wash your face first,” I laughed, and he rolled his eyes.
“Come here,” he grinned, hovering his lips just before mine. I could feel the sunlight of his smile.
“Fine,” I sighed, bringing my lips against his. He kissed me carefully, covering every inch of my lips. “You’re salty.”
“And you’re sweet, aren’t you?” He pulled back, proud of himself.
“I haven’t unpacked yet, have I?” I whispered. “Is my name on the lease yet?”
“Don’t tease about that,” he muttered, popping kisses down my jaw.
“Sorry,” I giggled. “Also…”
“What?” he mumbled into my neck.
“I think there’s another box in the car—“
“Oh, fucking Christ,” he laughed, exasperated. He leaned into me limply.
“I’m sorry!” I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly.
“You’re never moving out, alright? I won’t survive it.” His cheek pressed into my collarbone.
“Alright,” I agreed, and sighed into his weight on my chest.
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fixer-upper. // lip gallagher
lip x biker-girl!OC
warnings : public sex, oral (m!receiving), praise kink, light to rough hair-pulling, unestablished relationship, intense and obvious flirting, porn with plot and detail, mentions of smoking (tobacco), cursing, OC is just as full of herself as Lip, knows she's a bitch, kinda has a weird sense of possessiveness over him?? clunky and overly detailed writing with a journaling/diary style.
authors note : trying something a little different! using the first person POV with an original character. first time writing this way—still getting the hang of it <3 this is REALLY long...sorry.
song : beauty school.
disclaimer : you can picture the OC however you like! her name is really just used for aesthetic purposes. there isn't much description on her appearance other than the fact that her hair is long enough to put it in a ponytail. enjoy!
Great. Fucking great.
One of my tires is punctured. The visor in my helmet is cracked. My elbows are etched with surface level scratches and dried blood. And the engine cover of my bike has finally snapped off. I had it coming. It was an old piece of rusty junk from my cousins garage sale from 2012, anyway. But it had charm. I knew I was gonna miss that bike for the good couple of hours, possibly days, I would reluctantly end up leaving it in a repair shop down the street from my apartment.
I can hear the squelch of skin, the seal between my hot breath and sweaty skin breaking as lift my helmet from my head. I hope to feel a rush of cool air, but the humidity tells me to go fuck myself. I'm pulled over onto the curb. I can't totally remember how I got there; being in the middle of the street on a scorching summer day wearing denim shorts that chafe up my inner thighs and rub my skin until it is raw and red and unbearably itchy, was not my vision for today. My handlebars are loose. That would explain it.
If I just take it to Born Free Cycles, leave it overnight, and come back in the morning, I can act like this whole thing never happened, and I'm not horribly irresponsible.
40th West View Ave.
Oh. I'm close actually. Barely a block away. I should go there now. I can call Mikey and have him drop me and the bike off at the garage. I'll see that kid with the grown out buzz-cut and black motor grease on his knuckles that somehow always transfers and blots on his face. Specifically on his strong jaw and right before the peak of his hairline. I wonder if he notices. Maybe he doesn't clean it off because it gives him edge that he doesn't need. Like the nickname on his name tag on a black uniform hadn't given his thirst for trouble away already. And the circles under his eyes are almost the same shade of smudged charcoal grey.
I wonder if he notices.
—
"So the engine cover popped? Just—" he shrugs, looking up at me as if I can't understand him "clean off?"
The sunlight bleeds in through the open garage door. It shines behind Lip, casting a shadow that makes his face hard to see perfectly. But I know the look he's conveying. His eyebrows are raised but drawn slightly closer together, his teeth are gnawing at the inside of his cheek so he can stifle a smile and the laugh that will follow soon after, and his blinks remain slow. I try not to smile too. But I fail.
I've only been here about 3 times, really. The first time was to get handlebar grips from Eddie. That was when I saw Lip. I chose not to make any kind of move, but it ate at my insides until the second time. That time was with Mikey. I was preoccupied with the blue-eyed kid, propped up on a workbench and throwing mindless flirty implications at him while he took long drags from a cigarette, to remember why Mikey was even doing there and why he dragged me along with him. His laugh, the playful eye-roll after I complimented his sweat-laden blonde curls weighed down by heat humidity, told me he was on board.
But I wasn't done.
I knew this time I'd pounce for what was mine.
"Yeah," I breathe out, crossing my arms and peering down at him, "And I mighta' been redlining the RPM a little too much. Probably fried the fucking thing."
Lip nods, the corner of his mouth curling up just a bit. He beckons his hand toward himself, telling me to kneel down beside him to inspect the bike. "This things kinda old, huh?" He teases, turning his head to me and finally letting a real smile break. It warms something in me. I shrug. He glances at my white tank-top, covered in black stains of dirt and oil.
"It's not great, no. It's a piece of shit. But it's cute!" I play along with him, taking the hairband on my wrist and twisting my hair into a high ponytail. Lip huffs though his nose, shaking his head and laughing again.
The next couple of minutes are filled with him telling me things I already know. Things I was too exhausted to manage on my own, defeating the whole purpose of why I was here. Fuck the bike. I know what's wrong with the bike. I know it's an old piece of junk and it's barely salvageable. You should know why I'm here. And maybe you do. But you should do something about it.
Lip has this way of speaking to me that feels ridiculously sweet and overly 'cool.' I know it's just his cadence and his cockiness, but I like it. I like that he thinks it makes me swoon. Partially because he's right, but mostly because I've mastered hiding it. He doesn't see my heart pound or the rising heat in my abdomen when he cracks his knuckles or puts a hand on my shoulder and let's it travel down to the small of my back when I crouch down beside him to look at another motorcycle he's trying to save. I'm almost certain he convinces himself that my gestures are nothing more than a meaningless flirt. I simply find him attractive, as does everyone. Nothing more.
But he's got it all wrong.
He knows my intentions somewhat well enough to the point where he can't not flirt back, though. He knows I haven't stopped him from letting his eyes travel from mine to my lips whenever I speak. He likes that I let him light my cigarettes for me. But he doesn't know this isn't just for fun. I'm so hyper-aware that it isn't out of the kindness of his heart. And neither are his compliments and lame jokes he makes to impress me. He treats my attraction to him as fact, but my genuine interest as a possibility.
Again, he's wrong.
I can't wrap my head around how he could reciprocate my efforts without ever pushing the envelope and asking to exchange numbers, or if I had a boyfriend, or maybe he had one of his own. No, no. He'd tell me if he had a girlfriend. He is, above all else, loyal.
Lip's what I want. I meant when I said his hair looked nice. I meant when I gave him a 20-dollar gratuity and a peck on his cheek just for giving me a repair cost estimate on my shattered headlight. I smile any time he says my name: Maeve.
Hey Maeve, back so soon, huh?
Hand me that box, Maeve.
Y'alright, Maeve?
Yo, Maeve, wanna bum one?
Maeve, Maeve, Maeve.
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"Think you'll be back tomorrow to pick it up? No rush, though. I can keep it 'till you're ready," Lip asks me, leaning against the wooden workbench littered with microfiber towels and tools. His swell arms are crossed to his chest. I nod, coating my fingertips with a thin film of spin while I fish out some cash from my beat up faux leather wallet.
"A-huh. Thanks," I hand him 6 twenties before glancing at the opening of his button-down uniform.
The corner of my mouth lifts itself into a knowing smirk, my hand on my hip as I shift my weight to it, making my chest stick out and my spine bend correspondingly. My lips hang open a measly centimeter apart before I draw the bottom one between my teeth. I watch him sort through the cash, biting down harder on the flesh of my lip when he freezes.
"Looks like you're a good 15 short," he barely mumbles, looking up at me through his eyelashes. His brows narrow down to me again. I click my tongue coyly. I step closer to him, my hand, with fingernails painted black, pushing the cash in his palms down and his arms down with it.
"About that..." I pause, tilting my head with a look of naivety and not bothering to push away the strand of hair that has fallen from my ponytail and over my eye. Instead, I wait and let Lip set the pile of cash down and draw the curtain of my hair open to reveal my face. My stomach twists on itself, and I can practically feel his chest rising and falling with every anxious breath in my own lungs.
I beg to whatever higher power lies above us in this garage that a kiss will work. Not that it usually doesn't, but my form isn't as confident as it typically would be. The guys I wrap around my finger aren't as driven as Lip is. And God, none of them are part of my tantalizing daydreams nearly as often as he is. I picture his rough hands exploring me, squeezing and rubbing over the valleys of my skin. I imagine his breath is hot with the taste of mint and cigarettes. Every part of me wants to know if my predictions are accurate. If he's the type to sink his teeth into my neck and shoulder blades just to apologize to the reddening skin with open-mouthed kisses. The anticipation kills me. It's enough to swallow me whole.
"...Maybe I can pay you back a different way?"
I barely whisper and Lip scoffs, glancing away from my gaze, scanning the area just for it to be completely empty. He comes back to me. His eyes go a little wider than before. Almost to say, 'oh shit, you're serious?' I stick my tongue between my teeth and tug on his uniform, feeling the fabric rub between my sweaty fingertips. My eyes watch Lip's adam's apple bob as he swallows a breath.
"Yeah?" He thumbs my bottom lip and pulls it down, his free hand traveling down to my hip and pulling me closer to him, "what were y'thinking, Maeve?"
"Mmmm," I hum while pressing my hand against his chest while the other cups his cheek, and I let the pad of my thumb graze over the grove of his defined cheekbones. "Dunno yet."
My teasing is much to Lip's dismay, but he handles it quite well. It's sobering to see a guy as seemingly self-involved and easily impressed play into my mind games. It only pushes me further, and he knows it. I crash my lips into his, my hands anchoring themselves on his shoulders for support. He sighs into me, a hand reaching down to hook a finger through the belt loop of my shorts and drag me closer to him. His hand cups my cheek and pulls me into his mouth to let his tongue slip past my own. And he tastes just as I expected. Minty, smoky, and mine. I practically grind my self onto him in complete desperation, feeling him harden under me. Every roll of his hips threatens to send me over the edge. And fuck, his muffled groans of pleasure against my mouth that ring in my ears are hypnotic. But even with his sturdy, growing buldge forcing the fabric of my shorts to press roughly on my clit, I need this to last.
Blissfully and ever so slowly.
I finally pull away to catch my breath, the buck of our waists slowing down. My head feels fuzzy and heat rises in my cheeks when I open my eyes to see how flushed Lip's face is. Even the tips of his ears have turned a little red. I smile, giggling like a teenager who just kissed her crush in a closet at a house party as a dare. He laughs back in a way that asks 'what are we even doing?'
"Thought you had a boyfriend."
I pause, my eyebrows knitted. I try to think of who he could possibly be referring to.
Ah.
"Who? Mikey?" I try not to laugh, looking around to the imaginary audience to check if they're really hearing this nonsense too, "ew, no. He's like my brother."
Lip lets out a breath of relief he almost didn't realize he'd been holding. It surprises me. Probably a lot more than it should. But hey, for the other 3 times I've been here, I kept asking myself why his flirting was just as intense as mine, but he never asked for my number or made a true move on me. To think that my friend had been unintentionally cockblocking me with his ridiculous height and horrid American traditional tattoos all over his arms, and it wasn't because the guy had a girlfriend...it's almost funny.
"Oh," he replies, his eyebrows raising. Now both of his hands rest at my hips.
"What? Is that why you left me hangin' when I did this?" I press a kiss against his cheek, my palm rubbing over his shoulder to pull a chuckle out of him.
"I guess so, yeah. Just didn't want him to kill me for getting to close t'you," he kisses my cheek, smiling again.
"Geez. Mikey wouldn't hurt a fucking fly. He just...looks scary. Plus, nobody tells me what to do."
"Noted. Glad to hear that, actually."
"Mikey is—" I pause, biting the inside of my cheek "a sweet guy."
"Uh-huh."
"Too sweet. And I hate the aftershave he uses. He's—he's entirely too much."
"Mm."
"Whatever. Shut up."
"Didn't say anything," he shrugs, trying and failing to act clueless.
Fuck. He's fucking glad. He's glad I don't have a stupid-waste-of-my-time-cockblocking-boyfriend on my hip who's constantly watching my every move and stopping me from giving all of myself to Lip. Hell, I'm glad too. Very glad. With one swift movement, I take matters into my own hands again. I undo every last plastic button on his uniform, snaking down his chest and abdomen. I latch onto his neck, biting the skin and sucking a bruising hickey. He shivers beneath me and wraps his hand around my ponytail, huffing breathless chuckles and slowly getting more and more frustrated with my agonizingly slow, torturing pace for foreplay.
I bend my knees to begin my descend to the ground, kissing down his torso. My hands travel down his sides. Lip gently lets go of my hair to lean back into the workbench, never letting his head reel back so he can carefully watch me tenderly adhere to his needs while anchoring his hands behind him for support. I giggle to myself, relishing in the affect I have on him.
Shit. This is risky. Screw it. Pretty girl without a boyfriend who tips in 20 dollar bills and blowjobs? How could I say no? No part of me wants to back out, Lip's mind races, his grip tightening on the wooden slab as he clenches his jaw.
I wonder if he's nervous. Or maybe he's done this time and time again: fucking a girl right in this garage. Possibly bent over this very work bench. Those girls must've been so easy. I can bet on my life that they were never as fun, never as wet, never as needy as me. This would be different. I wouldn't give him everything he wanted and more that quickly. A girl deserves to have her fun. She deserves to watch the overly confident guy she's fancied for weeks, who continues to play hard to get, squirm and writhe with every slight of hand she gives him.
And that's exactly what I'm doing.
"Y'having fun down there?" Lip chastises me, chuckling lightly to himself as he tilts his head down to get a better look at my face.
My kisses stop right above the waistband of his jogger pants. I look up at him pleadingly through my lashes, my eyes big with lust and cunning seduction. I pull the middle of the waistband down just so I can drag my tongue across the exposed skin just centimeters away from his cock. The curls of his happy trail tickle my chin, but the full body shiver and the shaky exhale of "fuck," as he tries to keep his composure, makes it so worth it. He finally shuts his eyes, head reeling back. I lick my lips and smile, cupping his groin before he can even think about looking back down and feeling the blood rush to his cock again. His twitching dick underneath my palm sends me sitting on my heel, ready to slowly rock my hips down into it to fill my desperate need for friction. My cotton panties are definitely soaked.
I can't waste any more time.
I remove my hand from his crotch and quickly pull his pants and his boxers down with them. They pool at his ankles, and his cock strains hard and leaking sticky, crystal clear pre-cum from the thick and aching tip. My mouth nearly drops. I admire every vein, letting my hand wrap around the base of his cock once I've spit into it as makeshift lubricant. I'm so lost that I don't even register Lip peering down at me, swallowing impatiently.
"My, you're so worked up, Lip. And I haven't even started." I don't bother to look up at him as I rub my hand up and down his shaft, worried his pretty face will distract me. But I can picture him perfectly.
"Fuck you," he huffs through a struggled laugh, covering his mouth as he groans in pleasure at the feeling of my hand squeezing his cock every once and a while as I slowly pump him up and down.
"Later," I retort. I bite down on my bottom lip, looking up at him again for permission. He nods, almost as if he's able to read my mind. My eyes shut and my stomach flutters. Soft lips cover the head, swirling my tongue over the slit. His tip leaves my mouth with a loud pop, and I lick a bold stripe along the thickets vein I can find.
"Jesus, fuck, Maeve!" He writhes, his breath hitched in his throat by me hollowing out my cheeks and taking nearly 3/4 of his total length into my mouth. Moans of pure bliss at the feeling of his cock enveloped by the wet warmth of my mouth echo through the garage. I fear he's too loud, but I decide not to care. Not now.
My hand pumps the rest of his cock that I don't fit into my mouth at the moment, while my free hand reaches for his. My eyes remain closed and my sucking maintains a steady pace as I bob my head up and down his cock. I grab his hand and set it on the top of my head, but he hesitates.
"W—you sure, Maeve? I don't wanna hurt you," he swallows, accidentally bucking his hips into my mouth and running his unoccupied hand through his sweaty curls. I detach myself from him, wiping the mixture of pre and spit from the corner of my mouth and finally looking up at him.
"You won't," I take a deep breath, "I won't let you. I'll tell you if 's too much, kay?"
"Okay. Maybe just—" he clears his throat "tap my leg 3 times? And I'll...uh—I'll let go? Yeah?" He looks beautiful. Flushed, bare, and oh so needy for my touch. I wish I could keep him like this forever. He's so compliant, so understanding. But part of me knows that once I let him do this, it'll show me the side of him I've really been praying to see.
I nod, smiling contently and feeling myself blush when he twirls his fingers around my ponytail again. He bends over just the smallest bit to cup my chin and smile back. The pad of his thumb grazes over my skin before he lets go. I take it as my sign to go back, pressing my hands against either of his thighs and feeling clit jump with excitement when Lip tugs at my hair the moment I take his cock into my mouth again. I bob my head up and down, my eyes rolling back when his tip hits the back of my throat. Tears prick at my waterline as I struggle not to cough.
I grow even more desperate. My hand dives into my shorts and I slide two of my fingers inside of me, unfortunately never living up to the potential size and feeling of Lip's. The continuous ram into my gummy and tender spot causes me to fall apart, whining with his dick occupying the space in my mouth.
"Oh my God," Lip nearly whines, his grip tightening as he guides my head up and down his dick, but it's so gentle it never startles me, "so fuckin' good, baby. Jesus, fu—ah..keep doin' that. Yes, fuck.."
My tongue swishes over and under his cock in mind-numbing patterns, and I can't help but let little muffled moans escape my throat and vibrate against him. He almost can't contain himself: bucking his hips and practically fucking my throat. I do my best to cancel out the occasional gag so quickly he won't feel guilty and possibly stop.
Use me, I think.
Usually, I'd take the lead, never letting a head pusher take the role. But not this time. Lip's so pent up, so stressed with the complexities of his life. This is a kind gesture. One that involves tears of struggle spilling out of my eyes and streaming down ky cheeks. But fuck, I love it. It's filthy. It's nasty the way I nearly suck him dry. I can't remember the last time a blowjob was this fun.
"Such a good girl. Y'know that?" He looks down at me, biting his lip as his eyebrows knit in pleasure and desperate need to cum down my pretty little throat, "how'd you get so fuckin...so fuckin' good at this, baby? Shit—feels so good."
He babbles over and over again, and I'm taking strategic breaths through my nose and speeding the pace of my fingers as they thrust in and out of me so I don't stop him from releasing the way he absolutely deserves. Finally, he pulls my ponytail tighter than he ever has, warning me that he's about to cum, but by the time he tells me, it sends down my throat. He groans out, releasing my hair and going limp. I swallow the salty substance, blinking out the last few tears in my eyes and sliding my fingers out of me.
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Lip: 1 message.
Hey. 11:47pm
Hey. Miss me already? 11:52pm
Something like that, yeah. 11:56pm
What's up 11:58pm
I get off early tomorrow. Just wondering if you wanted to come by the shop and hang out for a bit? 11:59pm
Sure. See you then. xoxo 12:03am.
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☼ daggers and nightshade (Hermione Granger) ☼
summary; Draco finds out that you're dating Hermione, and he wants to tell your parents.
warnings; swearing,
wc; 2.7k
notes; reader is slytherin and Draco's sister.
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There are times when you wish Draco wasn’t so set in his opinions, because they tend to reflect back on you, and it’s always the ones that are the worst. It’s the way he treats people from other houses, different bloodlines. Draco believes that the world should fall at his feet, and if it doesn’t, then he’ll make it.
He’s self-sufficient, he never needs help from anyone. If he finds himself backed into a corner, he has a way with getting himself out of it. Even if it means he has to burn bridges and step on other people’s toes. It’s the same mindset that your father has, it’s learned behavior.
He should be ashamed of himself, treating people the way he does. You’ve tried to convince him a couple times that it doesn’t hurt to have friends from everywhere, but he doesn’t believe you. He’s so dead-set on only making friends in slytherin, because that’s all your bloodline is made of.
Lately, he’s been more insufferable than ever. You can’t even talk to him about your friends or what you’ve been up to, without him telling you to shut up. He doesn’t care, all he wants is to talk about him. To him, it’s more important that he’s happy, than his own sister.
You wish he would listen to you, or at least let you talk without telling your parents. There’s been so much that you’ve up to lately, schemes you’re sure that he would enjoy if he’d give you a chance to explain them. There’s nothing better than fucking with people, especially when it’s harmless fun.
If you were to even bring up anyone from the gryffindor table, he’d walk away and ignore you for the rest of the day. He’s more tolerant of the hufflepuff's and the ravenclaw’s, but that doesn’t mean he’s interested. He brushes you off, tells you to go make some friends that he actually wants to hear about.
You’ve stopped trying to talk to him. You’ll let him chat your ear off, if that’s what makes him feel better, because you care a hell of a lot more than he does, but when the conversation is turned on you, you shut him down. For someone that can’t stand to hear about your daily life, he gets really irritated when you don’t talk when he asks you to.
You tell him that he doesn’t actually care, he disagrees and says that if he didn’t care, then he wouldn’t ask. You’re smarter than that. You’ll probably get a sentence in before he’s on his feet, going to go hang out with Blaise and Pansy. You’re just saving yourself the irritation.
You cap your ink bottle, twisting it tightly. Pansy looks up from where she’s studying on her bed, watching you for a moment. You fan the journal to quicken the drying process, not wanting the ink to carry onto the other page.
“I thought you were going to study all night?” Pansy asks, she sets her quill down to stretch, letting out a yawn. “Are you leaving me?”
“I made some last minute plans.” You tell her, scooting off the bed. You set the open book on your bedside table, along with the ink and quill. “I’ll be back later tonight.”
“How late?” She asks, “When you say that, it’s always past curfew.”
“You know me.” You grin, straighten your skirt, and then go to pull on your socks. “It won’t be as late tonight.”
“Who are you seeing, anyway?” She asks.
You tilt your head at Pansy, raising your eyebrows. Does she really think that you’re going to tell her? She’s best friends with Draco, and even if she doesn’t go and tell your brother, she’ll definitely tell Blaise. You’ve been very careful to keep it from them, and chose past curfew because you know Draco doesn’t want to get caught again.
He doesn’t like being around Hagrid, which means he’ll do anything he can to avoid it.
“That’s my secret.” You slip your shoes on. “I’ll see you later.”
“Probably not, you’ve been getting quieter each time you come in. We don’t even notice it anymore.” Pansy shrugs, “Have fun doing whatever it is you do.”
“Thanks, Pansy.” You smile, “Good luck with studying.”
She rolls her eyes, waving her hand. You go out of the door and through a hallway of doors that lead to other dormitories. You find that the common room isn’t that busy, like it usually is this time of night. It’s about an hour and a half until lights out, everyone uses this time to catch up with friends and get ready for bed.
You’re almost hoping that Draco isn’t out here, too, thinking that he might be with his friends in their dorm, but you’re not that lucky. Draco’s sitting on one of the black leather couches next to the fireplace. He’s twirling his wand between his fingers, talking to Blaise.
You lock eyes with him briefly, before turning away. He sits up, finishing his sentence, turning to face you. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to hang out with my friend.”
“Right now?” He asks. You stop walking, turning to look at him. Draco’s eyebrows are furrowed, glaring at you slightly.
You place a hand on your hip, “What’s wrong with that?”
“It’s almost curfew.”
“I’m well aware, Draco. I’ll be back before lights out.” You lie, he squints at you briefly.
“You’re going to get in trouble with Snape.” He says, “And you might even cost us points for the house cup.”
“I don’t care.” You tell him.
You watch as his cheeks turn a gentle shade of red, angry at you. “Whatever.”
You shake your head, turning away and heading out of the slytherin door. The walk to the astronomy tower is far, and mainly quiet. You pass a lot of groups of students heading back to their own houses. You’re only stopped a couple of times by professors, warning you that it’s getting late. You promise them that it’s a quick errand and you’ll make it back in time for curfew.
You’ve noticed that you’ve gotten better at lying. You figured out that it’s easier than telling the truth half the time. As long as you tell them what they want to hear, they typically won’t bother you again, or think about coming back to fact check. The only times it doesn’t work is if someone else ruins it by accident.
You haven’t had that happen just yet, but you know that you’re due pretty soon. You try to make up for it by being on your best behavior for the day. You’ll do your homework, and extra work, you’ll study and volunteer your time for other people. The harder you work to be good, the easier it is to justify being bad, too.
Besides, you’re not that bad. You understand how your parents feel about muggle born witches and wizards, but you can’t bring yourself to be like them. It’s bad enough that Draco agrees with them. And honestly, the last thing you want to do is lie to them, it’s just easier this way.
You take your time going up the tower’s steps, figuring that she hasn’t shown up yet. Unlike you, your girlfriend’s house is a lot closer than you are, allowing her to leave later. She’s also lugging around an invisible blanket, that’ll conceal her from getting caught later tonight. She’ll be here in a few minutes.
When you get to the top of the tower, you wander over to the balcony. It’s your favorite part of the night, getting a second to breathe fresh air and stare at the stars in the sky. They’re bight, and beautiful. You wish that the professors would allow students to come up here during the night, even if that meant one of them would have to monitor the group that’d gather.
The sound of shoes on a wooden staircase makes you turn. There seems to be no one there, until she pulls the blanket off of her shoulders, revealing herself. You can feel the butterflies rise in your stomach at the sight of her.
“Hey, Hermione.” You smile.
“Hey.” She says, folding the blanket, and carefully putting it off to the side, where she normally leaves it. “I can’t stay late tonight, I need to be up early tomorrow to help Ron and Harry with their work.”
“That’s fine, I’m just happy you’re here.” You kiss her, soft and warm lips on yours. She lets out a nervous giggle after, and you go to sit with her on the balcony. “Are they falling behind in Snape’s class again?”
“Yup, and I offered to help them last week but they insisted they understood.” She gives you a look. “I’m fairly sure Snape hates me more than usual, too. I don’t know why he bothers asking questions if he doesn’t want the answer.”
“We both know the real reason.” You laugh.
She smiles, shaking her head, “Yeah, I know, I’m Miss Know-It-All.”
“You’re going to be an amazing witch, Hermione. I know it.” You lean against the railing, “You’ll be known as the greatest witch of our time.”
“I’m not sure about that.” She rolls her eyes, but her cheeks are turning a warm color.
You two catch up on what she’s been doing since you saw her last. As much as you wish you’d be able to hang out with her during the week, it’s practically impossible. Your two schedules are conflicting, she’s got a routine down that she doesn’t like to disturb, and so do you. And you’re busy most of the time around the castle, with your other friends, studying, helping professors, monitoring Draco.
There’s also the fact that if Draco ever knew you were around Hermione frequently, he’d tell your father, and you’d get your ass handed to you. He isn’t stupid, either. He has a pair of eyes and a working brain, he’d catch on that you and her are more than friends.
Before you know it, a whole hour has passed. Hermione was meant to go back to her dorm an hour ago, because she still has to make the walk. You wish she had more time, but you wish this every time the two of you spend time together.
“Alright.” You sigh, leaning into her, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yup.” She moves her hair out of her face, closing the gap between you two. It’s a long kiss, letting you know that she doesn’t want to leave either. You’re afraid of what’ll happen in the summer. There’s a good chance you’ll end up drifting apart, sending letters is risky at home.
The sound of a shoe stomping onto the wood makes the two of you jump apart, turning to see who it is. Your blood runs cold at the sight of Draco, mouth open, looking between you and her.
“Draco.” You start, pushing yourself up.
“You were kissing Granger.” He says, it’s not a question. “You like a mudblood.”
“Draco!” You shout, body going warm, “Don’t call her that.”
The corners of his lips twitch upward, “Wait until father hears about this.”
You’re on your feet in an instant, “You will not!”
“(Y/n)--!” Hermione shouts, “Quiet!”
Draco’s begun to hurry down the stairs. Unfortunately for him, you’re flying down them quicker than he is, adrenaline pumping through your veins. Forget your mom—if your dad finds out about this, you’ll be grounded for life. He might even pull you out of Hogwarts and have you transferred entirely. He won’t have you ruining the pureblood line.
You slam into the back of Draco, arms locked around him. He trips, sending the two of you tumbling down the rest of the stairs and onto the first landing. You let out a hiss, hand grabbing the side that slammed into the staircase. Draco’s uttering out curses next to you.
“Don’t touch me, you filthy—”
You sit up, punching his thigh. He shoots upward, grabbing the area, glaring at you. If you’re going to be covered in bruises, then he is too. Especially if he thinks he’s going to tell your father, and he isn’t.
“You can’t tell him, Draco.” You shake your head, “He’ll send me away.”
“That’s what you get for kissing a muggle born.” He spits, nose scrunching.
You shove him, getting back to your feet. You have to fix your skirt, smoothing out your hair. You can hear Hermione coming down the stairs, taking her time. Probably afraid of what she’ll walk into.
“It’s not fair that you get to be happy, and I don’t.” You say, wanting to be strong, but the tears spring up in the corners of your eyes anyway. You swallow thickly, shaking your head, “It’s bad enough I don’t fit into slytherin, you’re going to go tell father that I’ve found someone I want to be with? You know he’ll be mad. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t disown me.”
“That’s not true.” Draco rolls his eyes, getting to his feet too.
“You don’t know that!” You shout, “It never comes back down on you, because you’re the heir! I’m just the disappointment. You saw how he reacted when I said I was friends with gryffindor and hufflepuff students.”
Draco’s face falls. He was standing right there when the screaming match started. You got sent to your room for the rest of the week, you weren’t even allowed to eat at the table with them. Your mom dropped off your food at your door, and you were told to leave your dirty dishes outside. You don’t think you’ve cried that much, ever. And that was just over friends.
If he knew about Hermione, he might kill you himself. It’d be easier than presenting you to the other pureblood families.
“I don’t understand why you like her.” Draco says.
“She makes me happy.” You tell him. “Please, don’t tell father.”
He stares at you for a long moment, and he briefly looks at Hermione, who’s stopped behind you. He presses his lips together, nose crinkling at the sight of her. Or maybe the idea of you kissing her. Or him keeping a secret from your father for once.
“Fine.” He agrees, “I won’t tell our parents, but this doesn’t mean I’m going to be friends with her.”
“You don’t have to be.” You let out a breath, “Thank you.”
He makes a face, and then his shoulders fall, “So this is where you go to hide out with Granger?”
“It’s usually only for a few hours. We were just about to head back.”
He makes a noise, “We should go before Snape comes.”
You nod, turning to look at Hermione, who’s eyeing Draco warily. You place your hands over hers, which are holding the invisibility blanket. She’s going to pull it on as soon as you and Draco leave, so he doesn’t know that she has it.
“Everything’s going to be okay.” You tell her, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Or not.” Draco mutters.
“Don’t get caught on the way back.” She tells you.
“We won’t.” You say, turning back to Draco. You push him to go down the next set of stairs first.
He squints at you, “If you push me again…”
“I have no reason to, this time.” You say.
The walk down the stairs is quiet. Hermione doesn't move from where she is at the landing. Draco waits until you’ve gotten most of the way down, checking behind him to make sure she’s nowhere near.
“Do you actually like her?” He asks.
“Yeah.”
“How long have you been together?”
“For a couple of months.” You shrug.
His eyes practically bulge out of his head, “Months? You kept it from me for that long?”
“It could’ve been longer if you weren’t so fucking nosy.” You laugh.
He’s quiet for a moment, and then he clears his throat, “I promise I won’t tell our parents.”
“Thank you.”
“But this means you have to tell me everything from now on.” He gives you a pointed look.
You let out a laugh, “In your dreams, Draco.”
#ilguna#hermione granger#hermione granger imagine#hermione granger fanfic#hermione granger x reader#hermione granger oneshot#hermione granger x you#hermione granger x yn#hermione granger x y/n#hermione imagine#hermione fanfic#hermione oneshot#hermione x reader#hp#harry potter#requested
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Can't decide on a specific scene but i'll take anything you have to say about i'll meet judgement by the hounds bc at this point i have re-read it so many times ...
the thing about ill meet judgement by the hounds is that literally no concrete planning went into writing that thing. i was up against a deadline for a grad school assignment i was procrastinating like NOBODY'S BUSINESS had two panic attacks that week (unrelated to school!!) and then flew to bath with my roommate spur of the moment. posted that ch2 late at night zooted on my anxiety meds and and woke up to some LOVELY messages that i read on a bus when i was pulling away from the airport. insane experience. i didnt even want to give it a chapter two right away i was like IM BUSY. and then i wrote it immediately.
BUT to actually talk about the fic. like you asked <3. i actually had this idea that i wanted to follow marc's pov (at that point i had only written vale) and get inside his insane headspace leading up to his arm surgery and then be like. wouldnt it be crazy if vale was there and wanted to reconcile a bit but he was also kind of avoiding SAYING THAT. wouldnt that make marc feel EVEN CRAZIER. marc marquez saw trap simulator. inside you there are two wounds one is valentino rossi and the other is your fucked up arm. anddddd 2022 seemed like the ideal place for a rosquez reunion to me! like. dramaturgically. marc is on the brink. vale has just retired (easy to get a reason for him to have an epiphany regarding marc, made even easier bc marc pov means i never have to explain it in depth !)
and the thing about this fic is that it was supposed to be. A LOT longer. go race by race until his surgery and have them talk a lot more. change a little more gradually. but uh. ive already said my life was insane at that time and i got excited and fucking SENT that badboy. (again. i was lightly tranquilized.) which i think MOSTLY makes it better but the pacing is still little wacky. anyways i do think of the scene i cut where marc talks to alex all the time but i think i also fully deleted it! dont write fic under the influence! i also cut a BIG scene of them at the french GP where vale brings marc a sandwich and makes him eat it. it should also be noted that i was doing SO much journalism research about this period and i found a bunch of WILD quotes from marc that i compiled into a small insane vision board of them to ground my fic in his crazy way of conceptualizing his life. that i apparently also deleted while zen-ed out. so
more stupid behind the scenes under the cut
actual plot summary (my "outline") that i wrote out at the top of my google doc complete with typo:
Thinking about how absolutely distressing it would be for Marc pre surgery or right after if Vale tried to reconcile. Early 2022 before surgery decision and post Vale retirement
Scenes of Vale like. earnestl y talking to him. Marc represses a panic attack every time. race by race?
and here's what i had written for aragon, which is full of lines i just thought of with NO context or structure like this part would NOT take off the ground. you might notice some of them get repurposed later in the fic:
III. French GP, 2022. P6.
Marc’s still not out of the habit of reaching for him, apparently. He looks— God. Marc’s head hurts just looking at him. He could swear he has defenses from this, from how Marc can feel where he is in every room they’re in together. He guesses somewhere in the last few weeks he’s lost them, again. Just another thing he used to be good at.
despite everything, Marc can feel himself relax, with Vale here. The warm heat of him sharing space. He used to feel like this all the time. Vale to his left. His arm, casual and pain free, on his right. Now he's scarred all the way down both sides.
He remembers when he was a kid and he met Vale. How he had winked at Marc and said, I'll look out for you, cradling the toy car that Marc had brought specifically to give to him in his hands. How Marc had turned it over in his brain for years. I'll look out for you.
Marc bargains with himself
Marc does stupid, stupid things when Vale is in his life. He knows this. Going to the ranch is a bad idea. the press alone, if anyone finds out, would feed the paddock journos for years. It would be stupid— risky
Someone needs to tell him not to race. calm him down. Usually, it’s Álex.
MORE OUTLINE: Vale brings him a sandwich and Marc wants to cry, terrible race. They watch a movie its very Valentino voice lemme take care of you !!! but no talking about their past lmao. maybe arm
Genuinely terrible race. That one stat about alwasy finishing top 5 or crashing. Vale like actually gets him to talk about his arm which gets no where fast (guest alex?) and riding misery begins to reach a tipping point
#ALSO remember doing a lot of research NOT using ALL IN nad then going back when 3/4 of the fic was written to watch it#and all of my inferences about marcs feelings at specific races were pretty correct! and that felt good. like i had a bit of a handle on hi#also the working title of it was BODY KEEPING THE SCORE. i chose the actual title in a fugue state at midnight. its a mitski song.#motogp#callie speaks#asks#my fav part of that outline: maybe arm#like yeah idiot. the fic is about arm.
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Wips on Fridays.
And I seriously feel like it's Tuesday...where did the week go? Why are there earth tremors all the time? Why can't I just art more? idk.
Anyways tagged by @mareenavee and @thequeenofthewinter so thank you guys!!!
Going to drop this week's art and a snippet from something I finished on Sunday.
Art first!
At the stage where I can just use my own shit as references like the dork that I am.
More under the cut! That includes writing.
Because I like him so shhh.
And a cropped for the sensors line art.
Ok Writing that relates in a way to all three of these arts..since they are all set within the same 6 months design-wise (sans guns and all that).
Why?
Teldryn dressed in the armour he’d been wearing since he crawled out of that damn swamp, old netch leather he pulled off some bandit that tried to shoot him in the ass. He tied his scarf around his neck, stroking the faded vermillion fabric for a moment. Comfort, the only thing he has that provided it. As he slung his pack over his shoulder, something caught his eye. That damn Dwemer Coherer that he had apparently sold his life for. That curious little object just lay there on a shelf, one amongst many miscellaneous objects gathering dust in a storeroom. The thing was a marvel, used as a component on one of their brilliant machines… That sadistic old mer wouldn’t miss it? Would he? Why should he care? Teldryn snatched it from the shelf, quickly putting it in his pack. Fuck him, fuck all of them! He made his way towards the door and opened it into the cool evening air. He had so many things to do. So many reports to write, journals that Caius would want to look over. Every little sordid detail, every expense. He made his way to the shore, journal in hand, his leash that the Blades held him by. He opened it and began to write.
- gave me the potion. It didn't cure me. But it did remove all apparent signs of the disease. Divayth Fyr said he didn't actually WANT to cure me, just remove the harmful features of the disease while preserving its virtues. Well, it worked. And now he is eager to test the potion on the other subjects in the Corprusarium. I must hurry back to report to…report to.
He scribbled out what he had just written. Awful! Hurry? Why? What was the point of any of this? His skin began to itch again and he sighed. He ran a bandaged hand through his hair, felt the bare skin that dotted his scalp. Bare scalp? He pulled his looking glass out of his pack and assessed the damage. A long scar stretched across his right cheek, cutting into the old tattoos that snaked across his face. He looked drained, pale. His long hair patchy, matted. He hated it! He pulled a dagger out of his boot and began slicing at the strands, hacking, slashing, the hair falling to the sand below.
Golden mask, crimson robes.
A cacophony of moans, a legion of writhing bodies. A beating heart. He dropped the dagger and fell to his knees. He screamed, burying his fists in the wet sand.
Child of his flesh.
SPEAK WITH US!
He screamed again, throwing a clod of sand into the ocean. He grabbed his journal, tore out the page he’d just written and threw that into the ocean too.
Fuck Caius Cosades! Fuck the Blades! Fuck Divayth Fyr and his weird fucking daughters! Fuck that other old man with the snobbish attitude! Fuck the Empire! Fuck the Emperor and fuck the leash that they held him by. A fire ignited in his hands, the journal he had meticulously kept since being dumped in Seyda Neen almost a year ago smouldered in his grip.
He’d rather spend an eternity in the prisons below the Imperial City than spend another second serving the whims of those uncaring fucks!
“FUCK!” He screamed! His voice, or what was left of it finally returning. Ashen and coarse, unfamiliar. He pounded the sand, punched it until exhaustion overtook him. He slumped over tears threatening to choke in vision. The blur was permanent, everything was out of focus. He couldn’t shake it, couldn’t focus. He punched the sand again before rising to his feet.
No, he would not go back to Balmora, he was done with this guarshit! Let some other poor sod chase an ancient ashlander fairytale. He was done! They could think him dead for all he cared. He wasn’t entirely sure that he wasn’t. He’d head west, he didn’t particularly care where so long as he could be alone.
His skin itched, ash and sinew clouded his vision.
#wip whenever#my wips#my writing#dunmer#teldryn sero#danger!josh#morrowind era josh#corprus disease#nerevarine!teldryn#nerevarine#skyrim#tesblr#the elder scrolls
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between the lines | chapter 02
rúben dias x original female character [+18]
synopsis: isabella is a sports journalist covering the premier league. she has sworn to never get involved with a football player. that is, until she meets a handsome portuguese defender.
warnings: incorrect journalism references; timeline of events are not faithful to real life; i have never been to england; mutual pining; romantic comedy; minors dni.
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Chapter 02 — There’s only one F in Fulham
The very first Premier League game that I’ve covered was at Craven Cottage; it was a sunny day on the riverside and the home team tied with Liverpool, 2-2, on the first matchday of the season. Ever since then I’ve held an over sentimental feeling for the Fulham stadium and the press boxes where you can’t really see the field thanks to the structure poles. On colder days, the Cottage is not as charming and I’m reminded that I actually chose to work in England so I just have to deal with it.
Regardless of the weather, it was always nice to watch City play on a Sunday. Makes the rest of the week feel normal. Melissa, who accompanied me on the way in and on the way out, was having a great day planning what I should wear and what kind of makeup I should put on for my date the next day.
“You have to shave. Full brazilian!" She said, way too loudly, as we were leaving the stadium.
“It’s a first date with a stranger.” I emphasize.
“You never know, honey, better to be prepared.”
She lent me a red dress and a pair of black Louboutins, and it took hours for me to convince myself to wear them. I do look hot, the type of ‘hot’ I'm constantly trying to avoid looking given the circumstances of my job. The dress is tight on the top, with thin straps and it flows to right above my knees.
“Oh my god, I feel like I’ve been standing here for three years.” I speak to myself in the mirror. It was almost time to leave and I didn’t have a second outfit option. Alright, what did Mel say? I’m interesting? I can fix Chelsea? Yes, I can wear a red dress and go on a date. Okay. I call an Uber. It was a penthouse restaurant, and we were supposed to meet at the table. To my surprise, when I reached the elevator, the last person on earth I wanted to see at that moment, was right by my side.
“Oh. Hi.”
“Hi, Isa!”
We both look at the elevator and then back at each other, as if we were waiting for the other to make a move. Neither of us do. Instead, Rúben says:
“I didn’t see you yesterday.”
“Oh, yeah, I was interviewing the Fulham players.”
“You should be interviewing the winners.” He smirks and I smile at him. He looks at me from head to toe and I glance back to the elevator, embarrassed.
We both decide, at the same time, to press the button. Our hands touch. Barely, but they do. I pull my hand away from him immediately, on instinct, and I hear myself gasping. My face is bright red and the situation becomes even more awkward because I realize he had the exact same reaction as I had. So I stare at him, partially waiting for him to smile again and tell me another joke, partially waiting for him to mock me and reject me. But he just stares right back. The interaction lasted for less than a minute, maybe less than a second, maybe for just a moment. The elevator door opens up and I’m just standing there wondering who the hell pressed the button.
“I think we’re supposed to go in.” Rúben says holding the door open.
We walk in together and I know for a fact that my face matches the color of my dress. I try to avoid looking at him or thinking about how hot he looks. Is he here for a date also? Well, fuck me. At least it is a pretty big space, there’s no way we’re seating close to each other. Right? We don’t say another word to each other until the door opens again, finally at the restaurant entrance hall.
“I hope you have fun on your date.” Rúben is not really looking at me when he says that.
“You too.” I reply and we finally make eye contact again. He shakes his head.
“Oh, no. I’m not on a date. It’s a business lunch.”
“Okay, have fun on your business then.” I wink at him and he smiles, agreeing.
We go search for our tables and of course, of course, we are sitting close to each other. In the horrible angle where I could, if I wanted, to spend the entire lunch just looking at him. I won’t do it, of course, but it pisses me off that I could. Sexy doctor is very sexy in real life so my anger lessens for a second.
“Hi.”
“Hi, you must be Isabella!”
He has a beautiful voice. We shake hands and start to make small talk. About my sister-in-law and my little niece, about the weather and what it's like to live in Manchester. I have to hold back and not just straight up point at the table at the back to our left and say: ‘Hey, Rúben Dias is sitting right there. And yes, I have a crush on him. So this date is going great.’ Instead I just nod and listen to him talk about his work. Are business lunches supposed to last longer than a date lunch? Who knows, but my brain just turned that into a competition. I’m not leaving this table until he leaves. I’ll show him, for some reason, that I’m having more fun than he is. Fuck, what’s the name of sexy doctor?
“Turns out it was a racoon the whole time!” He laughs and I accompany him, even though I completely lost the start of the story. “Can you believe it?”
"Unbelievable!" I’m still laughing with him. “A racoon!”
Our order arrives and thank God for inventing the culinary arts. The food is delicious and, at least while I’m eating, everything else seems unimportant. I decided to try once again. He seems like a nice guy and he could be funny if I paid attention to what he was saying. So I excuse myself to the bathroom and text Sienna.
Isabella:
girl
whats sexy doctor called??
help
Sienna:
oh my god
his name is peter warren
lol
As I walk back to the table I make the mistake of making eye contact with Rúben. He smiles at me, that handsome jerk, and I smile back, instinctively. When I sit down, I’m blushing again. Peter Warren, huh?
“Sienna told me it was your favorite restaurant.” Peter says.
“Yes, it is!”
“I’m loving it, honestly, the food is heavenly. How did you find out about it?”
He asks and I have to physically hold myself back from facepalming. “Oh. It was through work. I come here a lot with my colleagues.” I answer. Yes, me, my colleagues and literally everyone in Manchester that works with football comes to this restaurant. What an idiot, why did I agree to come here on a date? You know what, at least, is Rúben. It could have been my boss seeing me in this dress. I relax with the realization.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Peter!” I speak, casually making him aware that I know his name.
“We could go to my favorite restaurant next? I mean, as far as blind dating goes, I feel like this is worth a second date?”
“The racoon story definitely earned you a second date.”
Peter laughs loudly when I say that. I really wish I understood the context, though. We’re having dessert and as I look over, Rúben is still talking with God knows who, his agent, maybe? They don’t seem like the’yre leaving the table anytime soon. So I convince Peter that I always order a second dessert, that is a tradition. That buys me more time. Rúben gets up to leave when I’m in the middle of my second tiramisu slice.
As he leaves, I look at him again. Just to make sure, I guess. But he notices, and waves goodbye. Handsome and polite jerk. I can’t help waving back at him, and of course Peter notices.
“You know him?” He asks.
“Just a football player.”
I take another bite.
Mel:
so
how was the date?
Isabella:
terrible
but
we already agreed on the second one
Mel:
did you kiss :(
Isabella:
no
but he shook my hand?
is that something?
Mel:
:(
#between the lines#rúben dias#ruben dias#ruben dias fic#ruben dias fanfic#football fic#football fanfic
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖MEETING POPE
an: this is a moodboard/ficlet and something mashup for pope bc i got a smack of inspiration. you're from deep in the south, raised around nature and moved to the obx.
DNI IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO. THIS BLOCK BUTTON GOES BRAZY
Being from the deep South and moving to the Outerbanks, you weren't too far out of your element. Back home, your family was one of the few that lived comfortably and that didn't change in the OBX, moving into a spacious estate.
What did change somewhat was your interests. A new one being added on: Pope Heyward. Your father had ordered groceries from Heyward to be delivered for a house warming party. You were sitting at the end of your new house's dock, one leg in the water and the other hiked up to your chest, a temporary table for you to write in your journal when you heard a boat coming in.
And one of the prettiest boys you've on the island so far, on it.
"Hi!" you yelled over the motor as he finally docked, staring at you a moment too long before he blinked and pulled the key from the ignition, silencing it.
He wiped his hands on his cargo shorts and cleared his throat. "Uh, hey- I mean, yeah, hi."
Silence.
You raised your eyebrows and looked over your shoulder at your house. "So... you're Mr. Heyward's son, I'm guessin'? Y'voice definitely don't sound like it's imbued with an old spirit who's been 'round 'nd seen it all."
At that, a small huff of laughter escaped through his nose, a smile cracking on his lips to display white and nonuniform teeth. He had a sliver of a gap between the front two. His smile was pretty, too. "Got the first part right... but I think I've seen plenty. Actually, I've probably seen and done too many things I shouldn't have."
He doesn't know why he's telling you this. Maybe it's cause you're fucking gorgeous, or how your aura is calm and tinged with something a bit wild that he can see in your eyes but is somehow also regal and not in that snooty Kook way either, or how sweet your Southern accent is that it's wrapping around his head and through his ears like a symphony.
"Mm, then I guess this island's got more to offer than I thought," you sighed and finally stood up. "Should show me 'round then someday, Heyward's son, need help with those groceries?"
"Oh, no- I can't. My dad would kill me, you're the customer and you're a girl-"
"The hell's it gotta do with what's under my clothes, Heyward's son?" you were poking, wanting to fluster this pretty boy who did get pretty damn flustered.
"I just mean like- I should be doing it. Not that you can't, but you shouldn't have to, y'know? I can definitely tell you could-"
You laughed. It was a full, loud sound that made Pope's face hot. "I'm teasin', relax. Look, there's 'bout eight bags you got. Four and four, even."
And you didn't wait for him either, grabbing two bags in each hand and walking down the dock with them.
It was then that Pope realized sething and cupped his hands around his mouth. "My name's Pope, I never got yours!"
Yeah, your interests definitely changed.
an: comments and reblogs are appreciated! thanks for reading!
#divider by cafekitsune#pope hayward x reader#pope heyward x black reader#x black!fem!reader#x black reader#obx fanfiction#pope heyward#pope heyward fanfiction
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MLP Rewrite AU - Forgotten Friendship (if you didn't do it already)
OKAY SO UH
I absolutely rewrote this as a whole Thing in the universe and a chunk of things got changed so let's go over those before I get deep into the actual rewrite
1.) I had a separate fic in the AU where Sunset went back to Equestria and talked to Celestia already. Though it /was/ unfinished I remember most of my plans for it? So I skipped that here.
2.) Clover and the Memory Stone..... Clover already had completely different Lore surrounding her, both in-canon and thanks to my 'Hearth's Warming Cover Up' conspiracy theory, and the Memory Stone gave me a plothole headache. So I scrapped both.
3.) I made Wallflower's motivations a touch more relatable and out of her control.
4.) Unfortunately no Trixie in this but I've had fun with her elsewhere and should probably write her into something else lmao
SO ANYWAY
When Sunset gets to the beach and realizes no one remembers her having become their friend, she does manage to out-logic them. Pointing out inconsistencies and where they /should/ remember her being there because, looking into their memory, she's just erased out but not replaced well.
The biggest one being asking how they contacted Twilight when the Sirens were causing problems. The group pauses for a moment, but realizes that there was a journal but they can't remember where they got it. Sunset pulls out said journal, which gets them to listen a bit more.
She asks what they remember about the friendship games, to which Sci-Twi mentions remembering Sunset yelling at her for disrupting the games with portals. She says that it was harsh, but considering the whole event could've hurt her since it knocked her off the motorbike she understands in hindsight.
The rest of the group are like 'wait, what?' because they don't remember Sunset being in the games and couldn't fathom 'mean bully Sunset' being part of the games with them. But when asked who was paired with Rainbow for the motocross portion of the games, no one remembers. Except Sci-Twi, who says it was Sunset.
Sunset tests this and prompts further with- okay so I had a Thing™ in my rewrites that in the previous school year Pinkie and Sunset had been in the school play together. So as an inside joke they casually quote their lines at one another. Sunset kicks the habit off, reciting one of her lines. Pinkie answers, but stops. Her mind trying to remember, but all she can see is herself alone on stage, reading lines to no one.
Pinkie is Not Handling This Well™ and has dropped into straight hair mode and is hugging the fuck out of Sunset at this point. She forgot a friend! How dare she forget a friend?!
She asks them about after the games, because I had a fic re: finding Sunset's Human counterpart. And they remember her, but why would they look for her without prompting from their Sunset?
Sunset tests how far this goes by calling Flash. Just to see if it's an 'everyone' or a 'just the main characters' thing. He also doesn't remember making up with her. But with a little prompting of 'who gave you a sword for Christmas'(long story lmao), she gets him to listen. And he thinks about it more and says he remembers everything from when they 'broke up' and were fighting, but nothing about their friendship before that. Even though they would've been friends and hanging out before the 'break up', right?
Okay I'm going on a tangent trying to set up how the memory thing works lmao but anyway
The Rainbooms decide that they need more help than this and decide to talk to Princess Twilight about it. This includes everyone going through the portal because they're freaked and paranoid they'll forget again! (will be using 'Twilight' for pony and Sci-Twi for Human for now)
After some shenanigans of most of them getting used to Horse Mode™, Twilight does some prodding and questioning and experimenting. She actually /does/ know a spell that might cause this, but it's one she's not an expert on. Thankfully she can just do a quick teleport across town and grab someone who knows the spell a lot more.
Rarity my darling it's time for you to shine!
After quickly updating her, Twilight suggests that it may be the spell she used on the chandelier. Which Rairty agrees.
She elaborates, saying she had found the spell in a book up in the Crystal Empire. Technically it's a Crystal Pony spell, but Unicorns can replicate other Magics.
Anyway: The spell is used to copy a memory into a gemstone. She used this to make the tree root chandelier that's in the Castle of Friendship. There was a chunk of trial and error as she got the spell right. She gives examples of what went wrong, like her initial trials on Rainbow volunteering 'erase my memory of the Daring Do books so I can read them for the first time again'. Sometimes it erased her memory of the books, sometimes it erased her memory of the pony. The spell is even specific enough to differentiate different 'versions' of someone, such as 'Twilight as a Unicorn' vs. 'Twilight as an Alicorn'.
Now, the spell isn't /supposed/ to erase memories, just make a copy. But it can fuck up and erase. And unfortunately, Rarity can't reverse the spell without having whatever gemstone holds the memories.
Ofc this means they have to figure out who did this! Clearly since more Humans are getting their Pony Magics, it should be a counterpart to a Unicorn or Crystal Pony. They just have to figure out who. Rarity muses that, as the spell is an incomplete version, it's likely they tested it out and had it backfire on them a lot. Backfired spells can cause low-energy and even some pain, but also it means the person may have accidentally erased memories of themselves.
They go back to the Human World, leaving Twilight and Rarity in Equestria and keeping them updated in case something goes wrong, and decide to flip through the previous year's yearbook to look for someone they don't remember. Pinkie eventually points out Wallflower, and everyone knows that Pinkie's memory for people is very good so if she doesn't remember....
They lure Wallflower to the school gardens, and Sunset does the memory dive to look into it. She sees that Wallflower had been accidentally activating the spell, erasing herself from people's memory. Had been getting more and more hurt from the unfinished spell. But since she didn't know how to fix it, why not use it?
This causes a bit of a fight because Sunset's like 'the FUCK do you have against me?!' and Wallflower yells back about how it's unfair that someone like Sunset can just 'be nice' after so much meanness and get super popular while people like Wallflower who were always nice get entirely forgotten.
Pinkie calls her out on this of like 'hey! I consider you a friend why not come to me!'. Wallflower is very cynical on this because Pinkie considers everyone a friend but there's no way in hell she knows /everyone/ as intimately as a friend should. Which, yeah, Pinkie can do some wild shit but there's people she's closer to than others. But she's always open to being closer to someone! Or to helping someone out, including helping them find someone they may find a true friendship in! Wallflower still could've come to her!
Wallflower is starting to see that she fucked up, but she can't return their memories of Sunset. She doesn't know how. So she does the one thing she thinks she can do, give them a fresh start!
Ofc Sunset tries to block this and gets hit and. well.
It erased memory of the 'Human-esque' Sunset. Which means, as far as Sunset's aware, she just ran through the portal after her fight with Celestia and is mid-breakdown.
Not a fun experience!
Sunset has no idea what's going on. All the others are mad at Wallflower. They try to fix it and explain that there should be a gemstone. Wallflower offers her necklace but.... there's nothing in it. No memories, no Magic whatsoever.
Sunset is VERY confused but trying to help. the others are getting more upset and worried because 'oh shit she doesn't remember jack shit of the last six years and we still don't know how to fix it!!
But since they tell Wallflower to stop zapping everyone goddamn it they drag the Pony!Twilight and Rarity over to try and fix this shit.
Wallflower: "Oh god I'm sorry I don't deserve friends after all I've done how could anyone ever forgive the awful things I did???"
The Rainbooms+2: "Well. You didn't try destroying the world so you're really not even in the top 10 of wildest people we've befriended. Also we may have a Problem™."
Anyway! Rarity manages to figure out what crystal the Memories are hiding in! They're hiding in Wallflower herself. Crystal Pony bodies mimic crystals/gems so they can do the same thing.
Now knowing where the Memories are, Rarity can channel the spell and return the memories to where they should be.
Sunset and Wallflower get to talk for a bit about Hey That Was Fucked™.
But also like. Sunset knows what it's like to be alone. She left her home when she was still a kid, and wound up in a whole other dimension. One where, even if she makes some friends, she could never fully befirend them because she couldn't tell them /what/ exactly she was. It's different now, but she'd faced that before. She knows lonliness.
And Wallflower feels guilty because she never really put together how alone Sunset was. Thought she'd just skated by so easily in the friends department.
And Sunset helps her realize that there's more to friendship than just kindness. Being nice helps, of course. But you need to reach out. You need to put in an effort.
But at the same time, everyone you meet holds the potential to become your best friend.
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Hi Hazel. I'm a new motorsport writer working for a website that is obsessed with making clickbait pieces. And, despite my efforts to ensure that all of my headlines are straightforward, the editors change them in a way that makes readers "want to click to find out more"... I'm scared this will harm my reputation as a journalist. Could you give me some advice? And is that something I should be concerned about, or is it not that serious? Thanks! :)
as someone lying on my bed ready to give up and die after closing a Wetherspoons five nights in a row I feel like I'm probably not very qualified to give career advice but I guess, also, here's the tea. I am completely broken there's no point for me to sugar coat it.
idk who you are, anon but: white men who work for these sites succeed. so there is no reason you should consider this a career setback.
wherever you work, occasionally you will have to beef your editors. I have had to do it at RaceFans, despite Keith being someone I worked incredibly closely with - in fact I once made him pull a whole feature length article because he'd edited it differently to how I meant it. when I write freelance, I do not write my headlines and I have to accept whatever edit they put on it - my Barbie in racing article was full of grammatical errors but I had no ability to change that.
I once had to growl at an editor at The Drive that I - someone literally from the actual USSR - would never write "[something] comrade" at the end of an article. you have to work out where you stand with Ls and take some but take a stand on others.
but you will never write your own headlines. that isn't how journalism works. I no longer even bother writing one for the majority of my freelance pieces - subeditors and editors write headlines, you write the copy. worry about your words being changed or inaccuracies appearing, no one on earth believes journalists write their headlines because we don't.
on a separate level: if you are currently writing for somewhere that sucks, please consider whether that is a good use of your time. I know I am not a successful or particularly shining example of a journalist but: it is not journalism's sacred mission to do things that suck. if it sucks, hit da bricks.
you do NOT need to write for some hellhole, you do NOT need to enrich almost certainly already rich white men with your labour. you do NOT need to do it - go work in a bar and write what you actually want to. journalism is a trade and you are meant to do good work.
there is no world in which this is fair and yes, you would be replaced by some amoral asshole who can't write for fuck. it's not a fair place.
if you are doing good or even no harm, crack on. but don't imagine that there is a payoff for bootlicking.
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A Little Honey - Chapter 4 - Just Friends
Pairing: Josh X Reader
Series list
Warnings for series: 18+, Alcoholism, toxic parents, domestic abuse, drug use, alcohol use, explicit sexual content, NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, blood kink, praise kink, daddy kink, and probably so much more that I am forgetting
Word Count 5.4K
A month passes and you still haven’t spoken with Josh. The group would text you individually here and there. You made up excuses for why you hadn’t been around despite them inviting you. Typically you blamed a busy work schedule, or truck troubles. Not sure if they were actually buying your bullshit. Nora hung out with them on a few occasions she always covered for you sticking to your story. They had, had two shows out of state and were heading back home for a little over a month.
It was a Thursday night and you were heading into your bar for the evening shift. Debbie could tell something was going on but she didn’t bother to pry. She knew you would tell her if you needed to. You put your stuff in your locker and headed to the bar.
“Hey come here a second sweetheart.” Her raspy voice called from the office.
You walk over leaning on her door frame. “What’s up?” You try to sound more cheerful than you actually were.
“Someone came in asking for you earlier. Now its none of my business but he looked about as miserable as you do. You haven’t been yourself lately and I am starting to worry about you kid.”
You were unsure what to say. You didn’t even know if it was Josh. Fuck it could have been Chris for all you know. Fear crept up in your throat.
“Who was it Debbie? Who stopped by?” You asked standing there white as a ghost.
“I didn’t catch a name, but he was a little guy. He looked familiar but I couldn’t place him. Cute head of curls on him.”
You felt a wave of relief wash over you.
“I am sorry Debbie, that was incredibly unprofessional. I will make sure he doesn’t come back.”
“Love, I do not give two shits about professionalism. I want to know if you are okay?” She said through a concerned frown.
“I am okay Debbie. I just had a falling out with a friend.” You offer a fake smile in attempt to reassure her.
“That boy seemed like more than a friend. What ever happened between you to, you should at least talk to him. Hell get closure or something. You both look lost.”
“Thanks Debbie.” You say turning to walk back to the bar.
Your shift went by uneventfully. You were slightly nervous when new patrons came in. Worried you would see Josh and inevitably have to talk to him. But he never showed. Leaving you relieved and disappointed. You were closing out when Nora text you.
From Nora
We are going out tomorrow night! I am tired of you moping around. I already switched my shift so you have no choice in the matter!
You felt bad that your depressed vibe had affected Nora. You agreed and you were actually looking forward to a night out with her. You left the bar and picked up Nora from her dinner shift. Heading home she was giggling while texting someone on her phone.
“Is that Danny?” You ask in a singsong way.
“No! It’s Jita.” She said shooting you a playful angry face.
“Oh! I didn’t know you swing both ways. Does Jake know?” continuing your teasing.
“You are the only one in this family who tries to steal our friends girlfriends.” She says causing you both to laugh.
You pull up to the apartment and go inside. Setting your keys on the counter you say, “I miss them, you know.”
“I know.” She responds giving you a hug and then going to her room.
You stayed up to try and busy your mind with some tv. Nights were the worst. Your mind would wander into darker places. Places filled with past pain. The situation with Josh made you extremely aware of past trauma you had not worked through. You left Chris so fast and went straight into survival mode. Not to mention the childhood trauma you suppressed for years.
You decide to start journaling your feelings. You were toying with the idea of starting therapy. You knew you needed to talk through your feelings with someone other than Nora. She was already your sister and best friends you did not want to put anymore pressure on her.
You woke up early the next day and began to research resources. You even scheduled a few appointments for a month out. Hoping that giving yourself time to prepare would help ease your anxiety. You were up before Nora so you went to pick up groceries and grabbed two coffees on your way home. When you got home you made a quick breakfast of pancakes and fresh berries. Nora made her way out of her room and wobbled over to the bar stool. Rubbing her eyes to make sure she was actually seeing the sight in front of her.
“Someone woke up a whole new woman!” She said through a yawn.
“I feel like one! I realized I am tried of moping around!” You shoot a wink at her. “But seriously, I am ready to get out of this funk and start working through some of my shit. I even made a few appointments to test run therapists.”
“Wow! That is great Y/N.” A smile spread across her face. “Let me know when you find a good one. I could probably work through some of my trauma from mom.”
“So, where are we going tonight?”You asked handing her a plate full of food.
“It’s a surprise!”
“Well I at least need to know what to wear!”
“I already have an outfit picked out for you!” She said wearing an even bigger smile on her face.
You enjoyed your breakfast together and cleaned up the kitchen. Nora did some online shopping on the couch while you read a book. She would occasionally turn the computer around to ask your opinion on pieces. Things were beginning to feel like they were before you meet Josh. You were finding peace in your home again. You decided to take a short nap before getting ready.
“Wake up sleepy head!” Nora said laying next to you in your bed, causing you to jump slightly when you opened your eyes. She laughed at you, hopping out of the bed. She had set an outfit on the end of your bed. You saw lots of dark colors which made you relax a bit. “Here put this on!” She threw the clothes at you. You got up and went into your closet. You pulled the pieces apart to get a better look. You found black skinny jeans with tears over the knees, a black lace bralette and a dark red button down cardigan. It was the perfect fall outfit. You changed and decided to pair it with your black docs and a delicate silver necklace. You popped out of the closet and did a little twirl for Nora.
“You have out done yourself Nora!”
“Don’t act so surprised!” She responded. “Now lets do the hair half up half down and some seductive make up!” She sits you down at the bathroom vanity. She completes the look and steps back to assess her work. Blowing a chefs kiss she ran into her room to get ready. You put together a small bag to bring out with you.
“The Uber is here!” Nora yelled running out of her room, placing her last earring in her ear.
“An Uber? Nora I still do not want to drink after last time!”
“Oh just shut up and get in!” She teased.
You climb in reluctantly. Nora follows behind. She has decided on a blue satin maxi dress, with a black blazer and matching Chelsea boots. She finished the look with gold toned jewelry.
“You realize we are dressed for different occasions?” You teased back.
“Aren’t we always?” She says through a laugh.
You take a short ride into town. Stopping at a small bar you had never heard of. Nora thanked the Uber as you got out of the car. She takes your hand and walks you in through the door. A live band was playing familiar singer song writer tunes. A good crowd had formed around the stage leaving plenty of room at the bar. You go to set your things down at a table, when Nora grabbed you by your arm and drug you towards the patio.
“Hey! I wanted to hear the band!” You exclaim as you notice where she is dragging you. “Nora you did not!” There they all were. Jake, Jita, Sammy, Hannah, Danny and Josh.
“Try not to be too mad!” She broke away from you to greet Danny in a hug.
Jake stands and pulls you in to a side hug. “Where have you been sweetheart?”
Jita pushes him off and squeezes you tightly. “We have missed you so much! It hasn’t been the same with out you!”
Danny came up next picking you up off your feet and patting you on the head.
Sammy and Hannah meet you with a group hug. “Your boss must be an absolute slave driver!” Sam joked.
“I am so happy to see all of you.” You said addressing the group.
Hannah showed you to a seat she had saved for you. Far enough from Josh that you didn’t have to sit next to him, but close enough that you didn’t have to sit across from him.
“Shall I grab a round of drinks?” Jake asked walking towards the bar.
“None for me thanks.” You say waving him off.
“Still recovering from last time?” Sam joked.
“If we could never discuss that night ever again that would be great!” You hide your face in your hands.
“But you told us how much you loved us and how we would all be friends forever! We even talked about getting matching tattoos!” Sam responded taunting you playfully.
You sunk further into your chair pulling your sweater over your face to hide your shame. “Kill me now.” You let out in a whine.
The group broke off into small conversations at the table. Hannah pulled your attention. “Have you two spoken at all?” She asked in a whisper.
“No. Well he text me but I never responded.”
“We all think you guys should talk.”
“We? Does everyone know?”
“There are not many secrets between brothers Y/N.”
“Fuck me.” You really felt like you needed a drink now. “You don’t happen to have another joint on you?”
“I don’t go anywhere with out one!” She grabbed your hand pulling you toward the back of the patio to smoke. Sammy’s stoner senses were tingling and he followed the two of you. You all split the joint, instantly settling your nerves.
“Josh can be an asshole. Like a really big asshole. He is stubborn, hot headed, and self centered…” Sam started.
“…BUT?!” Hannah interrupted.
“…But he is incredibly caring, generous and would give you the shirt off his back. He cares about you Y/N, and that scares him. Josh doesn’t do relationships often.”
“Well he made it very clear he especially does not do them with fans.” You said passing the joint to Hannah.
“He has a hard time trusting that people like him for him and not just for his status.” Sam responded.
“Josh over thinks things. He gets in is head a lot.” Hannah added passing the joint back to you. “You guys really should talk.”
“I do not know what we would even talk about.” You finish off the joint and walk back to the table.
“I want to go dance! Come dance with me Nora!” You pull her away from a conversation with Jake and Jita. You lead her inside to find an up beat song playing perfect for dancing. You both laugh and spin each other around on the dance floor. Jita and Hannah join you both in the crowd with the guys watching from a table inside. You all dance through 3 songs. Completely out of breath you all walk to the bar to get some drinks. You order a water and wait with the girls while their cocktails are made.
“Okay is it just me or is Josh seriously starting?” Nora asked the group of ladies.
“Totally!” Hannah agreed grabbing your shoulder.
“Well let him stare!” You yell running back to the crowd to continue dancing alone. You dance to a few more songs before rejoining the group at the table.“Okay I think I am all danced out!” You joke sitting back down. You look around noticing Josh was no longer with the group.Jita and Nora were whispering something back and forth causing them to giggle. “Care to share with the peanut gallery?” You asked.
“Nope! Hey I left my jacket outside. Could you go grab it for me?” She asked motioning to the patio. Knowing she had a good buzz going, you get up to go retrieve her jacket. As you walk out onto the patio you see Josh sitting alone at the table with her jacket. You walk up and grab the jacket, pausing to make eye contact with him.
“Hey.” He said softly with a small smile.
“Hi.” You respond as smile begins to creep up on your face. His grin was infectious.
“I am glad you came out tonight. Everyone has really missed you.”
“Yeah me too. I have missed everyone.”
“I understand if you don’t want to talk to me.”
“Josh I want nothing more than to talk to you. I have missed you, I have missed us. Whatever that might be.” You dug your nails into your arm, slightly embarrassed by your response.
“Honey…” He paused. You didn’t know if he would ever call you that again. “I have missed you too.”
“Then lets go back to how things were! This whole thing has been so silly! We were both drunk. Some of us more than others.” You tried to joke, but you were met with a serious expression.
“Honey, I told you. I don’t get involved with fans.” He said in a melancholic tone.
Embarrassed by your optimistic statements you turn to walk back inside. “Wait.” He stopped you. “I still want you in my life.”
“You do not get to just string me along Josh.” You bite as you turn to meet his eyes. You could feel the heat on your cheeks and the tears forming in your eyes. “You do not get to play with me and toss me aside!” You say in a tone resembling more of a yell.
“Then be my friend. Can we do that Honey? Be friends?” He stood from his seat and walked towards you. The tears threatened to spill from your lids. Your nails were near drawing blood from your arm. He placed a hand on your shoulder, watching your face for consent. You fell into him. You missed his scent, his warmth, his hugs. You tried to wipe the tears before they fell, before he could see them. “I never meant to hurt you.” He whispered into your ear. Composing yourself you pull away. You offer him a playful handshake. He accepted.
“Friends.” You say playfully shaking his hand.
“You are something else Honey.” He said laughing through his grin.
You both walked back to join the group. Things felt lighter. You were grateful for your friendship with Josh but could not help feeling something more. You told yourself in time your feelings would change and be nothing more than platonic. At least that is what you hoped. Having tasted what a relationship with him would be like you craved more.
You took a seat next to Josh, which pulled everyone’s attention. You pretended not to notice. The band was packing up there gear and the crowd had already left.
“Who wants to play pool?” Sammy said jumping out of his seat. “Girls vs
Boys?” Everyone exchanged nods and worked their way over to the pool tables. There were two table so you decided to play doubles at each. It was Hannah and you verses Sam and Josh. With Nora and Jita verses Danny and Jake at the next table.
“It’s on Honey!” Josh said shooting you a wink.
“Oh you are going down Sugar.” You winked back. Causing him to bite his lip.
The games began and you quickly realized you were the most sober member of the group. Everyone fumbled through the game while you played circles around them.
“Fuck! Another scratch!” Josh yelled at Sam. “Now they are really going to beat us.”
“Oh please Y/N is sober we never stood a chance.” Sam yelled back.
Everyone finished up their games. You and Hannah won at your table, while Danny and Jake won at the other.
“Championship round?” Jake asked in your direction. You shrugged your shoulders as if to accept his challenge.
“How about next time? I am beat!” Nora came over resting her head on your shoulder pretending to fall asleep.
“I can call us an Uber.” You say patting her sleepy head.
“We can give you guys a ride home. Well someone more sober than myself could.” Sam said. Everyone looked around as if to compare sobriety.
“That’s sweet but I think I am the only one sober enough to operate a vehicle.” You tease.
“That’s great! You can drive us all back to Josh and Jake’s place for the night!” Sam responds. Josh tosses you the keys to his Jeep.
“Are you cool with that?” You ask Nora.
“I do not care as long as I can sleep!” She yawns through her response.
You all pile into the white Jeep. Josh sat in the passengers seat and everyone else squished in the back seat besides Sam who opted for the trunk. Josh pulls up his address on your phone and scrolls through your playlists. “I warn you, my taste in music is rather eclectic.” You say slightly embarrassed. He shoots you a grin and Dancing Queen starts playing over the car speakers.
“Really Josh, ABBA?” Jake rolls his eyes judging his brothers choice of song.
“Hey! No back seat DJ’s in my car! You know the rules!” Josh spits back.
You pull up to their place. Everyone stumbled and fell out of the Jeep. You chuckled at their intoxicated mannerisms. You followed the group through the front door. Josh gave you a quick tour that ended in the kitchen. Sam and Hannah claimed the guest room, while Jita was with Jake in his room.
“You and Nora can take my bed and I can crash on the couch with Danny.” Josh explained.
You looked over to the living room to find Nora passed out on one couch and Danny on the other. You laugh at the scene in front of you. Josh turns his head to see what you are laughing at. “Or not.” You tease. You grab a blanket tucking Nora in, placing a glass of water on the end table beside her. Josh does the same for Danny.
“Well you can still take my bed.” He chuckles as he walks you towards his room. He walks up to his dresser and begins pulling a t-shirt out. “Would you like something to sleep in?” He asks.
“That would be lovely.” You respond as he tosses you a white tee.
“Would you prefer sweats or boxers?” He says holding both options up.
You blush at the idea of sleeping in his boxers. “I think I am good with just the t-shirt if you don’t mind?”
A pleased grin grows across his face as he searches for clothing for himself. “You can use whatever you need to in the bathroom. I have a extra toothbrush in the bottom drawer.”
You walk into the bathroom and strip off everything but your underwear. You slip his soft cotton shirt over your head. It is slightly see through but you do not care. You brush your teeth and find some skin care products you think will work for you. You wash your face and apply some moisturizer. You undo the hair ties and Bobby pins that Nora had placed in your hair. Running your fingers through it, you gather your things and step back into the bedroom. Josh is sitting at the end of the bed in grey sweatpants and a matching white t-shirt. You set your things on his nightstand and he trades you places in the bathroom. You crawl into bed getting cozy in the warm patchouli sent of his sheets. He returns from the bathroom and begins collecting blankets and pillows building a bed on the floor. You pop out of the sheets and hang your head over the end of the bed to see what he is doing. Your shirt rides up your back exposing you black mesh cheeky panties. He glances quickly at your ass before moving his gaze back to your face. “What are you doing?” You ask him. He meets your question with a confused expression. “You can sleep in the bed, I don’t bite.” You tease.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to make things weird.”
“It would be weird if you slept in the floor.” You say laughing at him.
He picks up the blankets he placed on the floor and joins you in bed. You turn towards him and snuggle back under the blankets.
“Goodnight.” He says turning away from you.
“Goodnight.” You hum back. You lay in bed with your eyes closed for what feels like forever. You can not seem to fall asleep. You feel a magnetic warmth radiating from Josh. You want nothing more than to reach out and touch him. You roll around a few times before reaching over to check your phone. You huff as you realize you had been attempting to fall asleep for 30 minutes. You feel Josh move slightly on the other side of the bed. “Josh?” You ask softly.
“Hmmm?” He responds turning towards you.
“I can’t sleep.” You sigh flopping dramatically on your back.
“Me neither.” He chuckles at your theatrics.
“Can I ask you something?” You say turn back towards him. His eyes meeting yours in the dark room.
“You can ask me anything.”
“We will only ever be just friends, right?” You ask nervously.
“Honey…” He pauses taking a deep breath. “…You know my rule.”
“No, I know. I guess I just needed to hear you say it.” You reach out holding his hand. “Are you this flirty with all of your friends?” You continue.
He laughs. “No, I guess not. I can stop.”
“No.” You respond a little too quickly. “I mean if you want to you can, but I don’t mind.” He places his other hand on your cheek. You nuzzle into his palm. “Can we cuddle?” You ask surprising him.
“Come here!” He playfully pulls you in to his side. You rest your head on his shoulder and throw your arm across his waist. His touch was intoxicating. With in seconds you were both asleep.
You woke up the next morning feeling Josh’s chest pressed against your back. You must have rolled over at some point in the night, leaving Josh to be the big spoon. You were not complaining. You shifted your ass back to meet his hips. Immediately you felt his erection pressing into you. Your breath catches in your throat. Josh groans slightly at the contact.
“Shit!” He said quickly pulling away from you. You pretended to be asleep and not notice. He cautiously untangled himself from you and snuck off to the bathroom. You continued laying in bed until you heard a soft moan come from the bathroom. You tip toed up to the bathroom, placing your ear flush with the door. You stood there holding your breath to not miss a single sound. It was unmistakable what he was doing in there. “Y/N.” You hear him moan your name. You slap your hand over your mouth to conceal any noises that may sneak out. The water turns off shortly after and you sneak back into bed trying to pretend you didn’t just hear him jacking off. He walks back into the room, his hair wet and a towel wrapped low on his hips. You tried not to stare as he looked up to meet your gaze. “You’re up!” He said cheerfully.
“Yeah, I just got up actually.”
“I am going to get dressed then we can go grab breakfast.” He says grabbing some clothes and heading back into the bathroom. You slip on your jeans and boots. Leaving on Josh’s shirt you tuck it in slightly and throw your hair up in a messy bun. He comes out of the bathroom dressed in his light blue jeans which you were quickly learning were your favorite on him. He paired it with a light grey shirt and vans. You stepped in the bathroom repeating your skincare routine from the night before and quickly brushing your teeth. When you returned to the bedroom josh was placing his mala bead necklace over his head. You sat at the end of the bed turned toward him. You reached out to touch the tassel that hung from the necklace. Josh stepped closer. “They are prayer beads, or mediation beads some call them.” He said in response to your touch. The events of this morning have your mind diving into unknown waters. You thought about how angelic and full of light Josh was. Would he be the same in bed? The giver, being gentle and careful. Or was there a darker side to him you hadn’t seen? A more dominant and needy side. “Where did you go?” Josh said brushing your cheek.
“Sorry, I am still a little tired.” You shake your head lightly as you snap out of it.
“Well lets get you something to eat. I am sure that will help.” He says moving his fingers from your cheek to your hand. You hum in response as he walks you into the living room. You find Nora and Danny sound asleep on the couches just how you left them. Josh knocks on Jake’s door hearing no response. You check the guest room to find Sam and Hannah had already left, probably worried about their dogs. You meet Josh by the front door. “Well it looks like its just us this morning.” He informs you cheerfully. You both walk out to the Jeep, Josh opening your door for you. Once you are both buckled in Josh reaches over placing a hand on your thigh. You wiggle slightly under his touch. “Sorry.” He quickly pulls his hand away. You grab it and place it back on your thigh, resting your hand on top of his.
“Just friends.” You say meeting him with a smile. He drives you to a little cafe in east Nashville. From its appearance it is much more expensive than somewhere you would take yourself to. He finds a table on the patio and insists on ordering for you. He orders his favorite meal and a tea for each of you. Your waiter brings over the most scrumptious looking crepes, topped with whipped cream and fruit. He hands you each a hot lemon tea with honey.
“Open up!” Josh says insisting he feed you the first bite. You oblige feeling whip cream get all over your lips as he shovels in a large bite.
“Oh my god.” You hum, sinking into your chair in a state of euphoria. “That is amazing!”
“If this place ever closes I am going to need some serious therapy!” He jokes.
You both eat your meals rather quickly, but enjoy time talking while you sip your tea. You discuss your job and explain how you got into bartending. Leaving out the particularly depressing parts for now. Josh talks about how the band got started and how he attempted to leave it all behind for film. He eventually asked how you and Nora ended up in Nashville. You decided to tell him the full truth. He sat across from you with nothing but comfort and care in his eyes. He was so easy to talk to. Even when discussing the darkest parts of you.
“Well I am grateful Nora drug you out here!” He said as you finished your story.
“Me too.” You smiled at him. “I love our life here.”
You went on to discuss your hobbies and extra circular activities. You related on your love of nature and camping.
“We need to plan a group camping trip before we get back on the road!” Josh exclaimed.
“That sounds like a total blast!” You agreed. He paid the bill and you walked back toward the Jeep. “Do we have to head back to the house right away?” You asked.
“No! What do you have in mind?”
“Could we go for a walk?”
“Yeah, I know of a little walking trail near the house.”
You drive to a quiet park. You hop out of the car. Josh takes your hand and brings you over to the trail. You walk the loop a few times when you notice a young woman sitting on a bench staring at Josh. You remove your hand from his and nod is her direction. Josh follows your cue. “I spy a fan.” You tease him. He shots her a smile and a short wave. She takes that as her opportunity to approach.
“Hi, I am so sorry to bother you!” She begins. “I am a huge fan! I can’t believe I am just running into you here like this. I love Greta Van Fleet so much! You guys are my favorite band, I have tickets for 3 of your up coming shows.”
You chose to stay a few steps behind Josh giving them some privacy.
“Thank you so much. We are so excited to see everyone’s beautiful faces again.” He says offering her a hug. She looks about in tears as he pulls away. “Would you like to take a picture?”
“If you don’t mind!” The woman squeaked in response.
“Not at all!” He responded turning back towards you. He flashed you a smile. “Honey, do you mind taking a photo for us?”
The young woman hands you her phone and you snap a few photos of them. She thanks you as you hand her phone back to her.
“I look forward to seeing you at the upcoming shows!” Josh says returning back to you and taking your hand once more. You continue on your walk.
“You are so sweet to your fans!” You say in awe of his behavior.
“Well of course! We would be nothing with out them!”
You finish your walk and Josh drives you back to his place. When you return you see Nora and Danny sharing coffee on the couch. You take a seat next to Nora, while Josh sits next to Danny. He places a hand on his back. “How ya feeling buddy?”
Danny sets his coffee down and throws a pillow to each ear. “No noise!” He said through a groan. Laying back down on the couch. You all laugh at his response.
“I can take you ladies home whenever.” Josh offered.
“Now would be great.” Nora said in a grumpy tone. You nudged her. “Please!” She attempted to correct her tone.
You each collect your things. Returning to Josh’s room to change back into your sweater. You fold the t- shirt and set it on his dresser. He meets you in the car.
“You could have held on to the shirt.” He said confused as to why you changed.
“It’s okay. I can leave it here as my sleepover shirt.” You chirp back.
“Can we go?” Nora cried laying down in the back seat.
“Did you sleep okay?” You ask searching for a reason for her unusually rude tone.
“I slept fine until I woke up to what I can only piece together was Jake and Jita having shower sex!” You and Josh burst out in laughter. “It is not fucking funny!” Nora covered her ears as if they had been injured from what she heard that morning.
“I apologize on behalf of my brother. We have all probably gotten a little too comfortable living on a bus together.” Josh said through his laughter.
Josh drops you off at your apartment. Nora rolls out of the car and stumbles into the apartment. You stay behind to thank him for everything. He pulls you into a hug and places a kiss on your forehead.
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