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Pairing: Logan Sargeant x reader, Max Verstappen x ex!reader
Warnings: cheating, lying, manipulation
Authors note: kinda hate this but whatever
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yourusername happy 5 years with this wonderful, talented, beautiful, amazing man. I’m so proud of everything you do and you manage to amaze me every single day. Thank you so much for showing me what true love can be and for sticking beside me every day. From the boats of Monaco to the villas of Spain to the beaches of Brazil, I love you forever my darling xx
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user1 my parents <3
user2 I want what they have
user3 if she’s not like this I don’t want her
user4 the roses 🥹
user5 the love and support they have for each other is so amazing
user6 the way she’s almost never missed a race 😭🫶
maxverstappen1 ❤️❤️❤️
yourusername ❤️❤️❤️
user7 they’re so in love I can’t
user8 sleeping on the highway tonight
charles_leclerc Happy Anniversary!! 🥳
yourusername thank you Charles! xx
user9 the real royal couple
user10 when is max going to propose lmao
user11 they seem so happy together aw
carlossainz félicitations! 🎊🍾🎉
yourusername thank you chili!
user12 🥰🥰🥰
user13 that caption is so adorable
user14 we need new music about this man pls queen
user15 I feel a love album coming on
logansargeant 🎉
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yourusername Friendship that will last forever <33 xx It was great to see you love @/kellypiquet
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user14 love this friendship
user15 got here before max did… proud of myself
user16 two pretty best friends
user17 their friendship is so pure I love them 😭
user18 the way y/n is so intertwined into f1 despite being from a completely different profession is so special to me 🫶
kellypiquet 🫶
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user19 oh to be y/n l/n
user20 new music when????
user21 why is Logan lurking lmao
user22 that is an international pop-star from his state… she has 122 million followers… she’s often on the grid… I don’t think this rly needs an explanation.
user21 I just think it’s weird cuz he’s not rly friends with max but he still knows him. Kinda weird to be lurking on the page of an acquaintances girlfriend.
user22 Dude she has 15 Grammys… she’s not a secret
user23 lowk the piquets are problematic but yall don’t wanna hear about that
user24 I’m just glad y/n is happy tbh
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🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
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what a lie lmao 😵💫
user43
Justice for max
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I love you y/n!!! 🫶
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yourusername every days a new day ☀️
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user26 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍
user27 🐍🐍🐍🐍
user28 we still love you y/n 🫶
user29 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍
user30 we believe you ❤️
user31 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍
user32 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍
user33 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍
user34 we know you're not lying ❤️ it's gonna be okay 🫶
user35 she's a lying snake 🐍🐍🐍
user34 she said the call was doctored and I believe her
user36 it sounds pretty real to me 🐍🐍🐍
user34 I know she wouldn't do that. She loved max too much. She's proven time and time again to be a genuine, kind person and until the full call has been released, I'm going to believe her.
user37 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍
user38 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍
user39 max not defending her proves it's true 🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍
user40 Logan liking… guess he's siding with the liar then 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍
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maxverstappen1 healing.
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user46 😍😍😍
user47 I'm so glad max is able to heal after what y/n did
user48 thank god that snake is gone 🐍
user49 kelly being there for max is so sweet
user50 I'm so happy they stayed friends 😭
charles_leclerc good times bro 🫶
maxverstappen1 😅
user51 😵😵😵
user52 y/n didn't do anything
user53 better off without y*n 😵💫
used54 I never liked y/n l/n lmao she's always been annoying
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user55 I'm just so happy kelly and max have each other and they weren't torn apart by y/n cheating
user56 you guys are so annoying that call is obviously fake
user57 she literally admits to in the recording what are you talking about
user56 the things she says in it are so vague she could literally be talking about anything. And we don't even hear the other persons responses. They could've 100% been prompting her to say this. Why would they cut them out if they wanted to prove they were telling the truth.
user57 🐍🐍🐍
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user58 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍
user59 we all heard the call
user60 lied for what
user61 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍
user62 y/n deserves an apology
user63 we 🫶 max and kelly
user64 nah, speak for yourself 🐍
user65 ruined your girlfriends life for a full year just so you could date her best friend... And for what??? Why did you decide you needed to ruin her career and her life just for the sake of a relationship
user66 don't listen to these idiots, y/n deserves what you did
user67 I understand why they did it tbh, y/n is so annoying
user68 🐍🐍🐍
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yourusername all I think about is karma
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user69 COMMENTS ARE BACK ON
user70 MY QUEEN Y/N
user71 🐍🐍🐍
user72 now why did Charles like this post… my man literally defended max last year when this happened 😭
user73 the only drivers I’d accept to be a part of this is Carlos, Lewis and Logan. The only ones who defended her the whole time.
user74 and Fernando!!!
carlossainz mi hermana! El mundo te extrano 😁
yourusername gracias carlito, Aunque no creo que me hayan extrañado 😅
carlossainz Te extrañé, entonces 🤣
Translation: (my sister! The world missed you) (Thank you carlito, though I don’t think the world missed me) (I missed you, then)
user75 Carlos being on the right side of history… he ends your favs
user76 notice that all of the flops have shut right up now that it’s been proven that their favorite cheater was lying the whole time
user77 all the hottest drivers have been on y/n’s side…
fernandoalo_official ¿Cómo estuvo el descanso? 😁
yourusername relajante 😅
fernandoalo_official ¿porqué es eso? 🤔
yourusername 🤫
translation: (how was the break?) (relaxing 😅) (why is that? 🤔) (🤫)
user78 the comments from the drivers are so cute
user79 I didn’t know she spoke Spanish
lewishamilton welcome back, y/n 🥳
yourusername thanks lew 🫶
user80 bestie for the resties with lew 🥰
user81 my top 3 drivers all commenting on my number 1 artists’ post… you love to see it
user82 I sense aoty
logansargeant isn’t it delicate?
yourusername isn’t it?
user83 wtf are these hoes talking about
user84 my glorious queen y/n l/n
user85 🐍🐍🐍
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user86 WHAT THE HELL
user87 NAHHHHHHHH
user88 is max ready to die?
user89 🐍
user90 breakup album?!?!?!
user91 max never to be seen again
charles_leclerc 🐍
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user92 and Charles is here, why? That man was first in line for the y/n hate train I don’t want to hear it.
fernandoalo_official slay
yourusername ?
user93 y/n and Alonso’s comments are killing me
user94 my favorite cheater and snake 💋
user95 who cares, no one likes youuuu
user96 she hasn’t been good since fearless
logansargeant so it goes
yourusername …
user97 these bitches love to chat about nothing for the sake of the plot istg
lilymhe 🫶
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user98 AWWWW LILY
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user99 XNDA!?????? Y/N BROUGHT BACK XNDA!?
user100 THESE ARENT BREAK UP SONGS Y/N
user101 SHE ATE SHE SERVED SHE DIDNT COME HERE TO PLAY
user102 nah because Lewis makes sense, that man has like a real-life mainstream artist song… WTF IS CHARLES DOING HERE????
user103 I haven’t even listened to the album yet because I’m too shocked by the track list 😭
user104 wtf do you mean Lewis and ed Sheeran made a song together??? 7-time wdc Lewis Hamilton and ginger boy ed Sheeran??? Nah
user105 releasing the album right before arguably the biggest and most historic race of the season… y/n I know who you are
user106 oh the amount of questions max is going to get about this album
logansargeant walking with his head down
yourusername I’m the one he’s walking to
user107 SONG LYRICS SONG LYRICS
carlossainz muy bueno hermosa!!! 🖤
yourusername gracias Carlos 🥹 🫶
user108 big brother Carlos, don’t talk to me I’m delicate 😭🫶
charles_leclerc thank you for inviting me! 🖤
yourusername none of this would’ve happened without you, cha! Merci beaucoup mon ami! 🖤
user109 huh???
user110 what did Charles add to this situation??
user111 we’ve all moved on way too quickly from whatever tf Logan is doing here
user112 lowk he was the mastermind behind it all but yall don’t wanna talk about that
lewishamilton the album is absolutely amazing, honored to be a part of it. Very proud of you, y/n 🖤🖤🖤
yourusername 🥹 love you lew
user113 NOW WHO TF IS THIS ALBUM ABOUT
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pas de deux, cl16xreader
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pairing: charles leclerc x ballerina!reader
summary: In ballet, a pas de deux is a dance for two people. Sometimes between step and step, someone may fall in love.
format: social media au
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wretchedswan winter season is over here in monaco🤍🦢❄️ so happy for the new year ahead! hoping for more nutcrackers, swans and good new pals
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yourfriend umm baby thats a man right there
wretchedswan new pal✨
yourfriend omg is that...?
wretchedswan pal✨
user1 it was beautiful to watch you this year!
wretchedswan thank you!!
user2 monte carlo's superstarrrrr
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wretchedswan la fille mal gardée 🧺🌷💌 come see us at @/lesballetsdemontecarlo
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user1 rocking the handmaid's tail look
wretchedswan not everyone can relate
yourfriend they said jeté but all you heard was toi ate!!
wretchedswan cuntyyyyy
lesballetsdemontecarlo ❤️🌺
charles_leclerc Wow🤩💐
wretchedswan <3
user2 charles what are you doing hereeee
user3 omg Charles????
user4 what is formula 1😭 i just came for the ballet content
user5 cars go vroom
user6 are you charles' girl now??? uugh
user7 thought you were cuter
user8 girlie you're already on wag pages is it trueee
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charles_leclerc Enjoying the sun and the beautiful views😉☀️
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user1 my heart just BROKE
user2 so its true???😢
wretchedswan cute👩❤️💋👨 I think I had better sights tho
charles_leclerc Impossible, nothing compares to you
user3 bro
user4 nothing compares to youuu?? oh I died
landonorris so cornyyy
charles_leclerc mate??
wretchedswan don't break his heart lando💔 let him be poetic in his way
charles_leclerc babe...
landonorris HAHAHAH lameee🤣🫵🫵
user6 joris they got your man
user7 I wasn't expecting a charles leclerc hard launch at 6am but here I am
user8 the tifosi is weeping
user9 every italian man just got their heart broken today
pierregasly Looking good, seems like you're both having some fun😏 invite us next time
charles_leclerc Soon, we want a double date
francisca.cgomes yesss!
wretchedswan 🥰🥰
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wretchedswan ballet intensives + things I ate this summer🍇🫒🩰
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user1 GIRL??
user2 oh let me see what charles' girlfriend eats- OH
user3 she heard the delulu girlies call her names and she said stay mad im winning lol
yourfriend tw for male
wretchedswan im still yours❤️🔥
yourfriend love u sm 🥺 dump him
charles_leclerc Wow, you’re the best too👍 @/yourfriend
yourfriend 😘😘
user4 theyre actually cute whattt
user5 you think charles was in that theater with a book trying to look mysterious?
user6 a wattpad fantasy but charles is the reader
user5 in a 1D concert, Yn is harry styles
user7 LMAOOOO
charles_leclerc perfect girl, je t'aime❤️
wretchedswan je t'aime aussi<3
user8 I, too, want to have this diet
user9 me 2 baby me 2
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a/n: hope you liked this one!! is short and silly but well, I just wanted to write something ballet related lol. If anyone has requests or something to say my asks are open! and my masterlist is uppp
#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 smau#f1 imagine#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#cl16 x reader#cl16#cl16 imagine
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Long Ass Break
art donaldson drabble
pairing: art donaldson x fem!reader
tags: fluff, domestic, married life, husband!art donaldson, tennisplayer!reader, tournament, coach!patrick
word count: 629
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Art was worried.
He watched as you ran off the court, your hand over your mouth as you tried for the life of you not to puke all over the clay court. Your opponent stood there frustrated, arms crossed over her chest, a scowl evident on her face.
Minutes passed and the murmuring of the crown began to get louder due to your absence. Art looked around, his left hand scratching his head, a gold wedding band reflecting in the sun. No sign of you yet.
He was worried. He warned you about this happening, the pros and cons about playing in the tournament. You were stubborn, determined to power through because you’ve encountered worse. This was a piece of cake. Being your husband, he supported you but mostly, he just wanted to avoid your bad side.
Art glanced at the door you disappeared behind, his leg shaking in anticipation. You still hadn’t returned. The umpire was about to call the game. You were going to lose by default after being close to winning the whole goddamned tournament.
Fuck it, he thought and stood up to go through that fucking door. His heart racing as he pushed people from your team, muttering excuse me and thank you or whatever the fuck they needed to hear.
He reached the closed bathroom door, leaning closer to hear your retching as your stomach rebelled against you. His knuckles knocked on the bathroom door, as a courtesy and then pushed the door open.
Inside the bathroom, you were hunched over the toilet, clearly in distress. Art's heart clenched at the sight. He quickly kneeled down beside you, placing a gentle hand on your back.
"Hey sweetheart," he said softly, trying to offer some comfort. "Are you okay? What's going on?"
You looked up, tears in your eyes, and managed to croak out, "You were right,” you admitted. “I need a break.”
Art's heart sank as he saw you so distressed and vulnerable. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his comforting embrace. You felt a little better, the nausea still lingered around your throat but the urge was gone.
“You need to rest,” he whispered into your hair, sound muffled. “It’s starting to take a toll on you.
You sighed, tired, sweaty and defeated. “I know. Just take me home.”
Patrick burst through the door, concern and disappointment etched all over his place. “What the fuck is going on? Why aren’t you playing?”
You rolled your eyes as Art helped you stand up on your shaky legs. “I need a break Pat,” you said, leaning on your husband for support. “I need a long ass break.”
“A break?” He asked, crossing his arms in disbelief. “When have you ever taken a break?”
“Fuck off, Patrick,” Art grumbled at his best friend, turned your coach. “She needs a fucking break.”
Patrick scoffed, the sound making Art’s grip tighten around you. “How long is this break supposed to be?”
“9 months.”
Patrick's eyes widened in shock as the weight of your words sank in. He looked from you to Art, realization dawned on him. You shifted uncomfortably, wanting to just go home and sleep for the rest of the year.
"You're pregnant?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and understanding.
You nodded, leaning more heavily on Art for support. "Yes, I am."
Patrick's expression softened, his initial frustration melting away as he realized the gravity of the situation. "I... I had no idea.”
“Now you do,” Art rolled his eyes, his own concern for you evident but the annoyance toward Patrick even more prominent. "I just need to take her home before she throws up all over you.”
Patrick stepped aside, offering you a supportive smile. "Congratulations, you fuckers. Take all the time you need. We'll handle the tournament."
#married art donaldson#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson#challengers ruined me#challengers fic#art donaldson fanfiction#patrick zweig#coach patrick#tashi is nowhere to be found#probably in france or something idk#pregnancy fic#mike faist#mikefaist x reader
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Precious Truths: Part 4
Fandom: Bridgerton
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader
Summary: After your father finds out you’ve been writing under a male pseudonym, he threatens to marry you off to an atrocious man unless you find yourself a husband within a month’s time.
A/N: I will not be taking tags for this series!
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The next day, your Aunt Eliza takes you to the modiste for new dresses. The ones you had gotten earlier in the season "wouldn't do anymore" according to her. Now, you had to stand out more, make yourself look more appealing. Corsets were tighter, hugging your figure more and making you breathe less.
Your aunt is holding up some fabric against you when Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton enters the shop with an annoyed Eloise following her.
"Good afternoon, Lady Bridgerton," you greet the woman with a kind smile.
She observes the fabric held against you, "Well, that is a beautiful fabric. It goes well with your eyes."
"Thank you," you give her a small nod.
Violet clears her throat, "I assume things are...well now?" The dowager does her best to be discreet.
"As well as they can be, Lady Bridgerton," you respond.
After Aunt Eliza brought you home, your father was asleep, still cradling a bottle of brandy in his hand.
You confessed to Aunt Eliza about your secret identity, about your writings. She was proud to know that you never truly gave up on poetry as well as how famous your words were becoming. However, she was saddened that you felt the need to hide your ongoing love for poetry from her. She expressed that she would have helped you, that you didn't need to hide that love from her, especially since she also loved your mother like her own sister.
Aunt Eliza became even more determined to help you out of the situation.
Although your father and Aunt Eliza are siblings, none of the luxuries of your father's lordship well onto her. She also never found someone to marry, becoming a spinster and learning to become content with it.
She can only do so much to help you, given that your father still has the funds to help. Thankfully, your Aunt Eliza had stepped in to help manage the finances.
"Remember, dear, if there's anything you need, you let me know. We are happy to help," Violet says as she places a comforting hand on your shoulder.
"Thank you, Lady Bridgerton. Your family has always been so kind to me."
Violet gives a smile and greets your aunt, the two moving towards a shelf of silks that catch their eyes. You move to Eloise with a grin, whose face is the complete opposite of yours, "Everything alright, El?"
She groans, "You disappoint me. Mama, says you're taking this season more seriously now and that I should do the same. I blame you for this!"
You let out a deep breath, "My condolences, but, trust me, this wasn't the plan either."
The young Bridgerton steps closer to you and whispers, "What happened? Anthony and Benedict were talking about you this morning when we were breaking fast."
You blow air out of your mouth, "My father threatened to marry me off to my dreadful cousin if I am unable find a husband within a month's time."
Eloise makes a pondering face and then asks, "Is it the cousin that visited a few summers ago? He tried to best Anthony in everything?"
You scrunch your face in distaste, "The very same."
Eloise shudders, "God, he was...appalling."
"Yes, and there is absolutely no chance I am marrying him. So, you see, I'm lacking a choice." You give her a pointed look and she nods.
"Oh, Y/N," Eloise hugs you, "We shall both get through this together."
Aunt Eliza calls from the door, "Y/N, make haste! We must continue!"
Your shoulder slump forward, "I'm coming!" you give Eloise a wave and follow your aunt out.
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Benedict's in the sitting room, sketching in his notebook. He's sketching a pair of eyes, ones soft and full of wonder. The very pair that belongs to you, the eyes that he loses himself in.
"Here," parchment falls over the sketch and Benedict sits up, looking at Anthony, who's given him the paper.
"And this is...?"
"The list of eligible men for Y/N."
Benedict gulps as he reads of the names, sitting up to read the list "No to Harris," he says with a shake of his head and then grimaces, "Absolutely not to Woodrich."
"What's wrong with them? They're from good standing families, no scandals-"
"That you know of. I hear Harris has been visiting the brothels far too often lately. Woodrich apparently invested in the empty mines that Lord Featherington spoke of last season. So he has no money."
Anthony gives his brother an annoyed expression, "I shall cross them off the list, but the rest of them?"
Benedict hands the paper back to his brother, "I suppose they're alright. But Y/N gets the final say, obviously."
"So you have truly decided you won't do anything about this whole ordeal?" Anthony asks his brother in disbelief.
Benedict stands with a sigh, "Yes, brother. I have. I won't do anything but assist in Y/N's search for a husband. That is final." He steps aside, striding out of the room in annoyance.
Hyacinth, who sits with Gregory playing a game of chess, shakes her head, "I always thought Y/N and Benedict would get married."
Anthony nods, "As did I, Hyacinth," he murmurs and also exits the sitting room.
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No longer were you able to be a wallflower when it came to balls, soirees, luncheons, etc. You and Penelope had been wallflowers together since both of your debuts. However, now Penelope is on her honeymoon with Colin, so you are left to fend for yourself.
You now stood more towards the front, more accessible and noticeable. You hated it. You hated how people looked at you when you attended the next ball with your new gown and different hairstyle.
When you saw the Bridgertons, you immediately rush up to them, clinging onto Benedict's arm.
"Please dance with me," you beg in desperation, yearning for some sense of familiarity.
"Of course," Benedict takes your gloved hand and leads you to the dancefloor. When he looks over his shoulder, Kate is winking at him and he rolls his eyes.
You curtsey as Benedict bows before the next dance, a waltz. With the strings, you and Benedict move as one. Swaying to the melody, bringing each other in close.
"Thank you, Ben, for dancing with me."
"Of course. It is tradition at this point, is it not?" he gives you that cheeky grin that always makes your heart flutter.
You sigh, "Might be the last time I get to dance with you for a while. I should probably prioritize potential suitors."
Benedict's smile slowly fades, "Yes, well, Anthony came up with an impressive list. I overlooked it as well. You might find some of them...agreeable."
You hum as you circle Benedict, "Are any of these men here now?"
Benedict takes a quick glance around the room, "A few of them. Shall I introduce you?"
You shake your head, "No. Thank you, but it is probably best I do that myself. You might scare them off," you give him a smirk and he chuckles.
"That is a fair argument. If I am quite honest, I don't think any man will truly be worthy enough for you."
You arch a brow at him, "Oh?"
He nods, "You're...everything and so much more."
The way he says those words, you feel like there's something more to them. He relayed them to you so breathlessly and he's looking at you with a gaze that makes you feel as though you two are the only ones in the room.
As the dance nears its end, you and Benedict are face to face, so close to lips touching. However, when he inches closer to you, you pull away and curtsey.
"Thank you for indulging me, Mister Bridgerton," you walk away from him without another word, fanning yourself as you grow warm.
#benedict bridgerton x reader#benedict bridgerton imagine#benedict bridgerton#f!reader#fem!reader#female!reader
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But Daddy I Love Him
instagram au.
♥︎ luke hughes x zegras! sister
♥︎ face claim: marsai martin
"i forget how the west was won"
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trevorzegras WOWWW OKAY. only here for the free vacation and not me...
↳ yn.zegras yup!!! how'd you know!!!
↳ trevorzegras i hate you.
↳ yn.zegras i love you too!!
lhughes_06 wow.
↳ yn.zegras 🤭
↳ trevorzegras luke. do not comment on my sisters posts.
↳ yn.zegras trevor shut up.
jackhughes little zegras and big zegras take over the west coast
↳ yn.zegras THE BEST SIBLINGS IN THE NHL!!! (even though i dont play..)
↳ jackhughes you've gotta better wrister than luke, so id say your better than him.
↳ lhughes_06 why do you always bully me.
↳ jackhughes because it's fun!!!
↳ yn.zegras luke don't listen to anything he says, he's jealous of the fact that you have two arm to use and he doesn't :)
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masonmactavish23 MY FAVORITE ZEGRAS RETURNS!!!!
↳ yn.zegras I ONLY CAME TO SEE YOU!!!!
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↳ yn.zegras OH WOW OKAY. CALLING MOM NOW.
yn.bsf HOTTTTTT WOOFFFFFFFFF
↳ yn.zegras I MISS YOU POOKIIEEEEEEEE
yn.bsf bestie takes over the west coast, with her...hot older brother!
↳ yn.zegras HOT OLDER BROTHER HELLLOOO??
↳ yn.bsf you heard me!
↳ trevorzegras hi :)
↳ yn.zegras TREVOR NO.
jamie.drysdale i love how you come to the west coast when i'm now on the east...
↳ yn.zegras JAMIE IM COMING TO SEE YOU NEXT WEEK SHUSH.
↳ jamie.drysdale I KNOW.
lhughes_06 please come back i miss you.
↳ yn.zegras omw!!! i miss you more
↳ lhughes_06 good.
↳ trevorzegras jack do you see this??
↳ jackhughes yeah i do.
_quinnhughes hit trevor for me yn :)
↳ yn.zegras yes captain!
↳ trevorzegras quinn why do you hate me so much?
↳ _quinnhughes nothing personal bud just, your face
↳ yn.zegras QUINN HAHAHA
↳ trevorzegras she just hit me. thanks quinn.
↳ _quinnhughes you're welcome bud!
yn.bsf BIG TREESSSSS
↳ yn.zegras BIGGGG TREESSSSS (i wanted to climb one soooo bad)
trevorfanpage everyone say thank you to yn for blessing us with a new back picture of trevor
↳ yn.zegras IT'S AN HONOUR I'LL KEEP THEM COMING FOR YOU GUY'S
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an: hiiiii!!! im down here this time LOL!!! first chapter doneeee!!! it kinda took a while but it was soooo much fun to make!! i hope you guys enjoy it! i'm sorry it's a little short and boring, i wanted to start it off simple and easy. getting into more of luke and yn story later on the upcoming chapters!!
hopefully you guys got the connection between the lyric and the west coast! i was going to put the the lyrics in every chapter, but i kinda find that annoying to do that for every chapter, but i will do it for a few!!!
longer chapters will be coming soon though!! like and reblog if you enjoyed!!! much love as always <33333
tags🎀: @lukey-pookie-hughes43
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Maintenance Request Epilogue
Joel Miller x f!reader
18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list
chapter word count: 986
a/n: well, y'all. We made it. 😭 I hope you enjoy this peek into our favorite couple's lives. Thank you all so much for reading.
I have loved seeing all of your reactions and answering your asks about the fic this week (please keep sending more for the celebration if you'd like!). There will be more asks going up today and I'm linking them on the masterlist for the fic as I post them.
I'm getting emotional again. Thank you all. You're the best and I mean that so sincerely. 🧡 and thank you, as always, to @katareyoudrilling 🧡 I think we'll be back to visit these two (I've already got plans for something about Joel finding the poem from Ch 23 thanks to an ask from @toomanytookas) but this is it for the main story. (Also, today is my birthday, so thank you for celebrating with me.)
chapter tags/warnings: fluff, flirting, cuddling, pet names (darlin', honey, baby), allusions to smut
Epilogue
Saturday, May 10
Summer Break
It was a beautiful late spring day, with a light breeze rustling through Joel’s back garden. You stood on the back porch and turned your face to the sun, smiling at the view.
You were tired – you’d lifted so many boxes already that day, you couldn’t bring yourself to even consider opening any of them right now. As you tried and failed to will yourself to at least make a plan, you felt Joel step up behind you. He slid his arms around your waist and tucked his face into your neck.
“I like the way you look on this porch, darlin’. The way your stuff looks in the house. Our house.” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck. “Looks right.”
You grinned and leaned into him. “Well, that’s good, considering it’s way too late to change your mind now. All my books are here.” He huffed a laugh into your neck. “Once we mix them in with yours there’s no turning back. Gave up my keys and everything.” He pressed his smile into your neck in response.
You’d agreed to move in after the semester ended. Tommy, Beth, and Maria had helped, though they’d just left a few minutes ago – Tommy and Maria to return the moving truck, and Beth to pick up dinner. Tess had threatened Joel that he better have a housewarming party for you or else since she couldn’t make it.
You’d just gotten tired of lugging boxes around and stepped outside to see what Sarah, Ellie and Riley were up to. A sudden shout from the far end of the backyard drew your attention and you lifted up on your toes to try to see over Joel’s many plants.
He did the same, arms still wrapped around you, and asked, “any idea what those three hooligans are doing back there?”
You laughed. “Well, judging by the stuff they dragged back there with them, I have a pretty good idea.”
“Oh?” He nuzzled into your neck again, clearly not too concerned with their antics.
You nodded. “Mentos. And Diet Coke.”
He laughed, loud this time. “You’re kidding. They just discovered that old trick?”
“Seems so.”
“Feels like a different student tries it every term, so I guess I’m not surprised.” He sighed. “At least if they do it back there we don’t really have to clean it up, much.”
You elbowed him a little. “My thoughts exactly.” You were both quiet for a moment and you felt Joel relax into position behind you, leaning against the wall of the house and drawing you backwards to lean on him.
“You think Elllie’s got a plan for her room, yet?” He sounded concerned, but you knew it was because he was anxious to help her however he could.
“Yeah, she wants to freehand it. Some kind of mural.”
“Sounds like it’ll probably be pretty impressive. We can get her some paints, maybe tomorrow.”
You smiled at his offer. “Poor Tommy, kicked out of his room.”
Joel laughed at your words, but you felt him shake his head. “He’s busy with Maria, he don’t mind. Got better things to worry about these days.” You hummed, agreeing. “You know, darlin’, we got about half an hour before any of them get back.” He punctuated his statement with a quick nip to your neck and a thrust of his hips.
You snorted. “Joel Miller, are you propositioning me? In front of the kids?” You waved your arm towards the back of the yard.
He huffed a laugh into your neck. “They can’t hear us and I’ve been dying to get you alone all day. Honey, you live here now. You aren’t going to leave later because you’re already home. It’s driving me crazy just thinkin’ about it.”
You let your head fall back on his shoulder and grinned. “Half an hour, huh? Not a lot of time.”
He started pressing soft kisses down the side of your neck and you squirmed against him. “Enough time to make you come on my mouth, baby.”
You started to turn in his arms, already giving in, when there was a sudden, whooshing eruption and shrieks coming from the back of the yard. You laughed. “Sounds like they figured it out.”
“Hmm, let’s worry about that later.” He grinned at you as he started to walk backwards into the house, taking your hands in his to lead you. “We got things to do and the clock is ticking.”
Both of you started giggling as you dashed up the stairs. You almost fell into his (your) room and caught yourself on the dresser. He grinned at you as he closed the door before grabbing you by the waist to guide you onto the bed. “Pants off, darlin’. Let me show you how happy I am to have you home.”
Home. You smiled and did as he asked.
He was right, after all. You were home.
…
...Then love comes, like a sudden flight of birds
from earth to heaven after rain. Your kiss,
recalled, unstrings, like pearls, this chain of words.
Huge skies connect us, joining here to there.
Desire and passion on the thinking air.
-- From “Rapture” by Carol Ann Duffy
It was like getting a love letter from a tree
Eyes closed forever to find you—
There is a life which
if I could have it
I would have chosen for myself from the beginning
-- “The Poem” by Franz Wright
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a/n: thank you all. 🧡
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I saw that you had transformers on your fandom list, will you be willing to write a 'bot of choice x human reader jealousy/protectiveness fic? Like in that one scene from Transformers 2 where the Deception Pretender tried to seduce Sam but Bee absolutely wasn't having that but had to stay in car mode?
[Aren't you supposed to be more mature than this?]
Summary: Optimus knows better than to get attached to you (too late), he can't help but side eye you and a stranger interacting. (Based on Knightverse Optimus, after ROTB!)
Word count: 800+ words!
Pronouns: They/them
Warnings: Optimus is bad at feelings, Optimus being down bad, extremely self indulgent. Mainly Optimus' Pov as well! Lmk if I need to tag anything!
A/N: Everyone who knows me knows of my obsession and love for this man it's so bad, I have him tattooed and have a whole ass shrine I love HIMMM, Thank you sm for the request! He is the love of my life.
Optimus Prime has been called many things, many of which are true, things he'd accept with pride.
A great leader, a good friend, a valuable teammate, A war criminal.
A jealous bot was never one of them, until recently.
He wasn't sure when he started to take a shine towards you. Was it after Unicron? When he held you in his servos, cradling you to his chest as he transformed back into his bipedal form, only letting go of you after the confused looks from Bee and Mirage.
Maybe it was a while after that, when you offered to help clean him up, Noah was too busy rebuilding Mirage to offer his services to the big man himself.
Optimus could never wipe the feeling of your small hands gently running across his frame, taking extra care to mend any scratches you found, constantly checking in to make sure he was comfortable.
He's ashamed to admit, but he kept shuddering under your touch, his senses overwhelmed by your presence. Every time his cooling fans turned on, he'd wave it off as it was just hot outside. (it's 60 degrees out, liar.)
He tries to recharge that night, but the feeling in his chassis makes him restless. He can see his sensors go haywire at the mere thought of you. He is so fucked, he shuts his eyes and groans deeply, his mask shooting up to mask the sound, lest he wakes the others.
Primus help him.
With his new revelation, Optimus tries his best to distance himself towards you, always making excuses as to why he can't drive you home or to work (a flicker of jealously when Arcee offers, no one catches his digits curling ever so slightly into his palm), saying he must go on patrol for the time being. He waves you off when you try and care for him, asking if he'd like any help with any scrapes and dents, saying he can live with them, he's been through worse.
Its only natural that you'd give him some space, that's the kind of person you are, kind, loving, respectful, loyal to a fault, but it doesn't escape his notice when your smile falls after he politely tells you you're not needed, his spark aching when you turn around to go find another bot.
Optimus watches you now, stationed on the street.
He has no right to be upset when you're stopped outside of the garage by an older man, the man so clearly taking interest in you while you're very politely listening and nodding, shooting that oh so pretty smile to a man who he's sure is not fit to be anywhere near you, not worthy of the warm smile you wear.
It makes him seethe in jealousy, and it's scary.
He can not remember a time when he had ever been jealous. He's a prime. He was supposed to be a calm and collected leader and yet. And yet, he's so close to blowing his hor-
You suddenly whirl towards him. If he was any better of a man, he wouldn't immediately think of how cute you looked, how your lips moved as you let out a yelp.
It isn't until that thought passes his mind that he realizes he used his truckers horn. Embarrassment trickles through his body, although now he has your attention, and you are making your way towards him. The man following behind you keeps the conversation going, not catching a hint.
Optimus is ready to honk again, especially if this man keeps following so close behind you, way too close for comfort.
You beat him to it, turning around as you rest a hand on Optimus’ cabins door handle, shooting the man a polite smile.
“Sorry about that, but my husband is actually here to pick me up, so I have to go. Have a good day!” And You hoist yourself up, quickly buckling your seat belt, gently patting the dashboard in hopes Optimus fucking drives before you're bothered anymore.
Optimus’ processor buffers, his engine revving as he goes on autopilot to tale you both away. Does he know where to drive to? Certainly no, but you're with him now. He's sure you could ask him to take you to distant planets, and he'd make it work for you and only you.
“Thank you for the save, big guy.” You smile brightly at his steering wheel, your eyes lovingly trailing across the autobot symbol that sits in the center.
“It was nothing, I am glad to be there to assist.” The cabin rumbles with his voice, soothing your anxiety. You curl into your seat, resting your head.
“Where are we going?”
“If I'm not mistaken, you mentioned wanting to go to upstate New York to drive along some scenic routes? I'll gladly be your escort.”
He is so ridiculously falling for you, but he can't bring himself to hate it, especially when you excitedly hop in your seat.
ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ!
#can you tell im up his ass#Optimus is one of my top 5 characters ever i am married to him actually#transformers x reader#optimus prime x reader#gender neutral reader#teddy loves bots ☆#optimus prime#transformers knightverse#tf knightverse#Optimus x reader
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lando norris x ex vettel!reader, max verstappen x vettel!reader
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send an ask or reblog to tell me what you think, and/or what you think could happen
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charles_leclerc Damn
estebanocon STRAIGHT FOR THE JUGULAR
blakeyvettel i try
alex_albon An engineer just showed him this. I'm pretty sure you're banned from the Williams garage now.
blakleyvettel lol.
logansargeant That's probably wise since you could go off on him and end his career.
blakelyvettel lol true.
lewishamilton You did not hold back
maxverstappen1 You ate. Did I do that right?
blakelyvettel yes you did my meine liebe
checoperez Cariña, you just exposed your relationship.
blakelyvettel SHIT
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maxverstappen Cat's out of the bag now? I love you, schatz.
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blakelyvettel love you too meine liebe. sorry i exposed us.
redbullracing Welcome to the family!
porschef1 nuh uh. mother belongs to us
blakelyvettel we'll have a custody schedule next season, ok?
redbullracing fine.
porschef1 yes ma'am
sebastianvettel So happy for you two. Thank you for treating her better than someone.
maxverstappen1 Thank you, Seb.
fan1 SHUT UP
fan2 IM CALM IM CALM
logansargeant Mom and dad
blakelyvettel my son
landonorris Hope you like my sloppy seconds
maxverstappen1 I'm going to stop you right there. Blakely is the sweetest, most genuine, kind, loving, hot, beautiful person I've ever met. She is the best thing that's happened to me, and she is most definitely not sloppy seconds. I love her and I intend to marry her one day.
flavy.barla you made her cry
blakelyvettel aw baby. i love you too
blakelyvettel and i wasn't going to comment but i am. you checked out of our relationship before i caught you for the second time. yes second time. the first time i saw it and didn't say anything because i was scared. in the time i've dated max, he has treated me better than you ever did.
fan3 they went for the jugular
lewishamilton Happy for you two! Hurt her and I'll hurt you.
maxverstappen1 Heard loud and clear
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zoocbs Well with the news of her new relationship out, this is probably what she was thinking.
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blakelyvettel thanks admin. it was
fan1 DEAD
maxverstappen1 Since I was sitting by her when it happened, I can attest to it.
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#k's love a girl right smau#smau#social media au#f1#formula 1#formula 1 imagine#formula one#f1 smau#f1 instagram au#f1 social media au#lando norris#lando norris x oc#lando norris social media au#max verstappen#max verstappen x oc#max verstappen social media au#f1 x oc#vettel!daughter#dad!sebastian vettel
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𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬
pairing: lando norris x f!surfer!australian!oc!
summary: isabela's part of the red bull surfing team and she's been invited to the austrialian gp with her teammate audrey. well it looks like she caught lando's eye.
fc: keilani lizbeth
an: english is not my first language so excuse me for all mistakes. hope u like it.
isabelamoore posted on their story
capition 1: guess whos going on the aus gp!!! @/audreybailey capition 2: thank u @/redbullracing💙🧡
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redbullracing so happy to see u in the redbull garage 🥰
isabelamoore thanks again! ❤
jasmineadams where's my invite?
isabelamoore well you're not interested in f1
jasmineadams im kidding HAVE FUN GIRL
yourusername THANK YOUU I WILL
maxveratappen1 so excited to see u again
yourusername redbull bitches reunion
maxverstappen1 please don't say that its weird
yourusername ur boring
messages lando and max
messages isabela, jasmine, audrey
isabelamoore 📍melbourne
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isabelamoore we're defenitely not lucky charms
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audreybailey well it was really fun
isabelamoore yeah 😭😭
maxveratappen1 since when do u support ferrari?
yourusername charles leclerc not ferrari
maxveratappen1 yeah whatever🤨
user1 her fangirling over charles is so real
jasmineadams fav drivers on podium 🤪🥳
isabelamoore girl don't act like u know f1
jasmineadams okay☹️😖🥲
user2 redbull champions supporting eachother ❤❤
user3 lando norris what are u doing here 🧐🧐
user4 i though im the only one who noticed 😭
landonorris great podium right?
isabelamoore tricky question
user5 lando making the move
user6 user5 BAHAHS
user7 im sure max introduced them
messages isabela and lando
few months later
landonorris 📍australia
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landonorris took surfing leson or two
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isabelamoore ewwwwwww
isabelamoore you're my cutie patootie
landonorris STOP CALLING ME THAT
user8 WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON
isabelamoore my personal photographer🧡 love uuu 🧡🧡🧡🧡
landonorris love u more babe ❤
user9 her using mclaren color😭
user10 my favourite couple already
isabelamoore cute but redbull is the best team right?
landonorris whatever helps u sleep hun
isabelamoore lando u stupid bitch
landonorris MCLAREN IS THE BEST TEAM
isabelamoore u're the one drinking 38261 redbull dayly
landonorris oh shut up
user11 guess its the end of lando norizz jokes
user12 im sorry but i'll never stop
maxverstappen1 now im waiting for my 'thank u max'
landonorris u didn't do shit
maxverstappen1 what do u mean i didn't do shit
landonorris like literally u did absolutely nothing
isabelamoore 📍australia
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isabelamoore life lately 🌺☀🧃🐚🐬👙🫧
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landonorris u might have an obsession on me
isabelamoore oh definately ❤❤
jasmineadams fav couple 🫶
isabelamoore who is lando norris
jasmineadams guess a gardener
landonorris ???
audreybailey left me for some random guy😢
isabelamoore 🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️
maxverstappen1 u know that's illegal?
isabelamoore u winning all the time is illegal
audreybailey tell him sis
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I Promise | Seo Changbin
-> Pairing: Seo Changbin x Journalist!Reader ft. Sibling!Yeonjun
-> Request: from @kayleefriedchicken
-> Synopsis: Changbin goes to stop Reader from doing something that could get her hurt.
-> Warnings: Mentions of life threatening situations and almost dying.
-> Word Count: 1,020
-> Requests: Open.
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“Why are you here?” Y/N asks Changbin as he pushes past her into her hotel room. She watches as his eyes scan the small room with a single double bed, a kitchenette and a bathroom off to the side. It looks as shady on the inside as it does on the outside.
“Why do you think?” he answers her question with his own as he turns to look at her. “You leave a vague message and then I... no-one hears from you in three days!” he begins to scold her. “Yeonjun was about to file a missing person’s report. The only reason he didn’t was because I reminded him how often you do this and that I would talk to my detective friend. I would have thought after last time you’d know better. How wrong was I?” he finishes with a scoff.
All through his rant, Y/N has the decency to look guilty. The last time she pulled a stunt like this as she chased a story, she was hurt badly and almost died. All her family and friends concern for her tripled. They weren't going to sit by and let her get hurt again.
Y/N nods, her eyes showing regret for not confiding in anyone. "I understand, Binnie. I made a mistake, and I apologize. I didn't mean to worry anyone. It's just... This story I’m working on is huge. It will expose some really corrupt people."
"I know my words won't change your mind, but please think about it," he pleads with her, his voice filled with desperation.
“I’ll be as careful as I can be. I can’t just give it up,” she sighs. “I’m sorry, you’ll just have to deal with it.”
“Do you seriously hear yourself right now?”
Changbin's voice rises in frustration. "You're risking yourself for a story once more. Think about the repercussions, Y/N. Your safety matters more than some awful person. I can't go through you being hurt again!"
"I promise you, Changbin, I'll be careful," she says, her voice filled with determination. "I won't take unnecessary risks, and I'll make sure to have a plan in place. But I can't abandon this story. It's too important."
He is about to retaliate when there’s a knock on the door. Y/N freezes unsure of who it would be. Changbin rolls his eyes and moves past her to open the door, revealing Yeonjun.
“It’s your brother,” he tells her. “Maybe you can talk some sense into her,” he adds, speaking to his best friend this time before leaving the shady hotel room.
“You couldn’t find a less shady hotel to hide out in?” Yeonjun cracks a joke, trying to ease the tension that had been left behind.
“Have you come to lecture me too?” She scoffs and moves to sit on the corner of the flimsy bed. It squeaks under her weight.
“Look, Bin’s not just your friend, he’s mine too. I know better than anyone that man protects everyone he loves. He’s just as protective over you as I am,” he tells her.
“Because he sees me as another sister? An annoying younger sister,” she scoffs and then realises she said it out loud. She looks wide eyed at her brother. “Please pretend you unheard that.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “For someone as observant as you, you’re pretty blind at times.”
“Am not!” she shouts offended.
“Are too!” he shouts back. “You’re the only one who can’t see how in love with you he is! His protectiveness isn’t because he sees you as a sister,” he continues as he grows frustrated with his sister. “You almost dying last time you chased a story broke me in a way I didn’t think was possible. For Changbin, it completely shattered him seeing the woman he loves more than anyone else that broken and beaten. That is why he can’t sit back and watch it happen all over again. He loves you and I know you love him too, so please just hear him out, think about what we’ve both said,” he finishes more calmly. “No one wants to see you hurt again, especially me and especially Changbin.”
With that, Yeonjun leaves the room, leaving Y/N to her thoughts.
It took Y/N a full hour to organize her thoughts after Yeonjun shared new information with her. Her mind began connecting the dots, from Changbin's protective nature to the subtle touches. Yeonjun was right – she's been in love with their best friend all along. Since the day Yeonjun introduced Changbin to her, she knew he was different, more special than anyone else she’s ever met.
As she sat there, replaying memories in her mind, Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. She remembered all the times Changbin had made her laugh, wiped away her tears, and stood by her side through thick and thin.
Now she stands in front of his door, hoping he's home as she knocks. Her heart races as she waits for him to answer the door. She can't shake the memories of their time together, the late-night conversations, the talks about their hopes and dreams, and the unspoken connection that has always been between them.
As the door swings open, her breath catches in her throat. Changbin stands there, a look of surprise on his handsome face. Without a word, she threw her arms around him, holding him tightly as tears well up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry for what I said earlier," she apologizes. "You've always been my voice of reason and your right. After last time, I should have learned from it."
"Did something happen?" he asks, pulling away. He begins to look her over with worry. "Are you hurt?"
The look in his eyes turns to one of relief when she shakes her head and looks back at him.
"I love you," she declares without hesitation. "I love you more than anything."
Tears of joy stream down Y/N's face as she holds onto him tightly. “There will be no more putting my life at risk,” her says, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. “I promise.”
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I have a lot of lovely asks and messages from people that I'm not able to respond to yet, but I just want to genuinely thank all of you for it ❤️ I was worried I was letting people down, but I'm so very thankful for everyone that reassured me otherwise. I will respond to you all. I'm not ignoring any of you, I promise.
Now onto something more serious. This is tagged as qsmp neg because I'm about to get really really angry with a certain part of this fandom.
Since Maxo unofficially confirmed qsmp is ending after the event, I've seen so many posts and reblogs along the lines of "the people upset because they had hope are in denial/ delusional/ crazy" or "the people thinking qsmp wasnt dead brought this upon themselves" which, basically, people are making fun of those who've had hope that the server will server. Now, don't get me wrong, we aren't exactly logical by having hope, and you're nit in the wrong for having a joke about people being "in denial" about the server closing.
That being said, the people blogging this only started doing it when Maxo unofficially confirmed its closure. So, technically there was still a small part of you that had hope, too, huh?
Not to mention, we are not in thr wrong for having hope or wanting to hold onto something that brought us so much joy, love, passion and creativity this past year. Leave us be. Let us be "in denial" or "delusional" or whatever you want to call us. It's fun over here. It's bright and positive and we all share the best memories of the past year. We don't WANT to look on the downside because it doesn't help us. It doesn't make sense to be consumed by all this negativity. It's very damaging to people's mental health if all they're seeing is "qsmp is dead" "quackity is cancelled" "all CCs hate qsmp" and other untrue statements.
As long as the fandom lives, qsmp lives. So why are you mocking us for seeing the qsmp in a positive and fun way? We're celebrating its life, not its death. This is a celebration, not a funeral.
I have had so many people message me, send asks, and tag me in posts to thank me for being positive about this situation even in the worst of times. And it's not that I'm saying "the admins are being mistreated? Oh well!" Because I'm not. What I'm doing and what I've done the past 3 or so months is remind people to take a breather, remind people to care for themselves and offer a place for them to vent to. I've shared my favourite moments of qsmp as a way to relive the best times whilst we go through the worst.
Can you not see that? Do you really think it's worth mocking me and others for?
If you genuinely believe I'm crazy or other insults because I see qsmp as a good thing, despite its faults, then please, unfollow me. Block me. Block the 'qsmp positivity' tag.
I will continue to spread hope about qsmp because I need it as much as others do. I owe myself to stay level headed and clear on qsmp because its done so much for me this past year. And so so many others see it the same way. I'm very grateful to be a place of positivity and safety during these trying times. I'm so thankful to everyone who has messaged me, sent me asks, followed me or even became my mutual because of this server.
I am so sorry for anyone that has been incredibly negative and doomposting excessively these past few months. It's very sad you felt the need to bring others down because you were sad too. But the there's a difference between being negative and actively ridiculing others for not being negative. And for those that have been doing the latter, stop. Stop trying to make us feel small for having hope for a server that has been our home for over a year.
If anyone feels like I'm being harsh, it's because I am.
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Regular rec: As Good A Place to Fall As Any by eudaimon on ao3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44954626
🖤🖤
as good a place to fall as any by eudaimon
@rewritingicarus
Rating: Explicit
73,444 words, 12/14 chapters
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Nude Photos, Photography, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Nude Modeling, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Queer Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Platonic Soulmates, Platonically Married Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington, Masturbation, Fantasizing, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Aftercare, Teacher Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Big Dick, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Collars, Blindfolds, Public Masturbation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Subspace, Spit As Lube, Soft Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Safe Sane and Consensual, Sex Toys, Non-Penetrative Sex Toys, Nipple Clamps, Cock Rings, Gags, Dildos, Butt Plugs, Past Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Friendship, Spanking, Paddling, Humiliation, Riding Crops, Subdrop, Lingerie, Feminization, Flirting, Edgeplay, Anal Fingering, Choking, Come play, Eventual Happy Ending
Summary:
Eddie arranges him on the platform, leaning his weight on his elbow and his hip, the other leg bent. He adjusts the drape of Steve's other arm so that it's across his hip and then he lifts the hem of Steve's shirt, draping it so that it exposes his belly. Eddie's fingers brush his jaw again, nudging his face to one side.
"Are you sure this doesn't look ridiculous?" says Steve, watching Eddie as he pads back behind the camera.
"You definitely don't look ridiculous, man," says Eddie, shooting a few frames. "I know you probably feel it right now, because you're not used to it, but, trust me — camera loves you, dude. You look like a wet dream."
Now Steve's definitely blushing. He knows his face won't make it into the shot — he signed a contract, after all — but Eddie can see it. He finds that he doesn't mind that so much; it doesn't seem to be bothering Eddie, anyway, Maybe, like the growing hard-on, it's kind of the point…
or Eddie is a photographer in need of a model. Steve could do with the extra cash.
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𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 ♥
i'm back! hopefully!! (yes i know i'm a day late but STILL-)
sorry i havent been doing wip wednesdays, i'm only now really recovering from the exhaustion of last semester. that being said, thank you to the lovely @skyrim-forever for tagging me!!
i'm tagging the amazing @dirty-bosmer @mareenavee @oblivions-dawn @totally-not-deacon and @archangelsunited !!!! if you're not tagged and wanna join, feel free to tag me back regardless, i love seeing what you're all working on!! <33
this comes from chapter 31 of "Cycle of the Serpent", and is a longer piece of an excerpt i posted recently. warning, it is, indeed, long. i hope you enjoy!
Mid-morning nestled uncertainly atop the high mountains at the edge of Solitude. The sun peaked its head out hours ago, and the daylight colors took it as their sign to sprawl over the sea, a chill in the air as Last Seed came to its end.
A constant breeze trailed off the sea, fumbling along the multicolored flags strung between buildings, high above the trios heads as they made the brisk march to Castle Dour. The constant exchanging of shade for sun between buildings, of money for goods in the nearby market, and the eternally-present sounds of the blacksmith and his apprentice at work pushed their feet further towards the grand doors, Emeros' chin held high. He'd woken up late for the first time in a very long time, and that fact alone had done its best to unravel his senses for the first few minutes of his day. Breakfast had been a brief affair. While Athenath looked pleased to be done with all of this and finally make their way to the Bard's College, Wyndrelis shared in the uncertainty. Would Tullius really let them go, just like that? Would he sign off on their pardon and consider them free in Imperial-controlled Holds?
Did it matter? They'd done what they'd set out to do, and even more, so if he didn't pardon them…
Emeros tried not to think too far into the future on this. Take it one step at a time, one seagull's call after another.
The doors parted with the same, loud announcement of their entry in the creak of the hinges, and Emeros kept his head high as he walked the length of the chamber, General Tullius and Legate Rikke already engaged in some sort of disagreement over the shining pins stuck deep into an old map. Still, Tullius took his bent posture with his large hands firmly against the table, studying its every fleck of ink, every trailing of pathways and roads and borders. As he approached, Emeros got a look at the layout, the wooden pegs shifted since the last time the trio had been in this room. Some of the shifted pegs were a bright blue, and closer to the red pegs than it seemed the General liked.
Legate Rikke stood near Tullius with furrowed brow, her hair catching the light, concern plain on her face. She pressed a finger against a section of the map and said something to the General, who waved a hand as though dismissing her suggestion. When Emeros cleared his throat, she looked up, surprise overtaking her features for one vital moment before settling into a small grin, the calm approval, the sturdy folding of her arms over her chest.
"Welcome back. You lived."
"Your fort is cleared. If you would like it to remain that way, then I would suggest sending troops there at once," Emeros stated, the stern edge to his voice accentuated by the way he appeared to be peering downward at the General's bent posture, the Legate's short and broad stature. If one were to see through the tall Bosmer's eyes for a moment, they would find he was instead staring at the corner of the table.
"Excellent," Legate Rikke motioned for a couple of nearby soldiers, speaking to them quickly, the shuffle of their feet out the door catching against the air. She prodded the tip of her tongue to the inside of her cheek, thoughts scuffling about behind her blade-sharp eyes. "You know, I'm impressed."
"That's very well and good, but as previously discussed, we're here to acquire an Imperial pardon, nothing more." Emeros maintained the calm in his voice, but his patience waned thin. He understood which gears turned in her head, the same damned urge to bring them into the fold of the Legion she'd joined more than thirty years ago. Loyalty to the Empire had solidified like the cement which bound cobblestones into perfectly smoothed paths in the Imperial City, and Emeros would make it clear he shared no such loyalty. They had done all of this to save themselves from the possibility of another false imprisonment. Fort Hraagstad had been nothing more than a means to an end. He watched the Legate bite the inside of her cheek, running a hand over her head. Perhaps she was thinking of something else now. She shifted her stocky frame to face the table fully, her hands plucking another red pin and sticking it into the map, marking something important, the very piece of debate which had left she and Tullius unaware of the trio's presences until he'd made a sound.
Tullius rose at last, straightening his posture. As he turned, Emeros noted the weariness in his eyes. A man visibly running on less sleep than normal, especially clutching dozens of lives in his hands and bearing even more on his shoulders, is a very volatile thing. The Bosmer swallowed down his questions, instead opting for the arching of a brow as the General took stock of the three, his focus squarely landing on Athenath's new sword for a moment. Accepting the strange, glowing thing sheathed at the bard's side, he turned again to Emeros.
"You know, I've sent troops to that fort before." He shifted his weight side to side, one foot, then the other, his bulky arms folded over his barrel chest. Perhaps the Empire had sent him to handle the Civil War for his intimidating appearance, or perhaps it was an isolated post used to give disgraced soldiers another chance. In either case, he spoke again, "do you want to know what happened to them, mister Nightlock?" A pause as if awaiting an answer that refused to come. "They would come back wounded. Some, not at all. But you three strangers took it for the Legion. And not a scratch on you that I can tell."
"Riveting," Emeros droned. "And what does this have to do with our pardon?"
"Don't you get it?" Tullius pushed. "You survived Helgen, took Fort Hraagstad, and killed a dragon in Whiterun! Stories get around, mister Nightlock, we know about the Western Watchtower and what you three did there." He gestured a hand to the map behind him, Rikke taking her chance to go, already following some other soldiers out of the antechamber. In a lower tone, the General continued. "This war is taking its toll. We're hardly a year into it, and yet it's taken many of our men. The Empire is straining its resources, and Skyrim and all its people are suffering for it. Anyone who can turn the tides against Ulfric and win this Civil War will be-"
"A hero." Emeros' patience threatened to snap. The words caught at his incisors. He crossed his arms firmly over his chest. "I'm well aware of the rewards of heroism. A nice home in the Cyrodiilic countryside may appeal to you, General, but we've no time for such fantasies. Should we continue to traverse the Empire-controlled portions of Skyrim, we run the risk of being captured by your Legion as criminals for, need I remind you, a case of mistaken identity. I understand your desperation, really, I do, but I do not intend to drag myself nor my compatriots into such conflicts."
The room dropped into a cold silence. Eye-to-eye, Emeros and Tullius stared one another down, the Bosmer's jaw grit tight, nostrils flaring. The door to Castle Dour parted, Legate Rikke on her way to lead a garrison to the now-empty fortress, Emeros figured. Athenath stood back with Wyndrelis, both of them having decided long ago that it was best that the alchemist handle this situation. The General flicked his gaze to them, then inched it from one face to another, from Emeros, to Wyndrelis, to Athenath, before giving an audible sigh and pressing the crook of his thumb to his forehead, massaging the stress-lined skin.
"Very well. You may have your pardon," he reached for a letter, the ink dry, already written and signed for the three elves, "but you'll need to take it by the Blue Palace yourselves."
Emeros narrowed his eyes. "Why is that necessary, may I ask?"
"We send word to the other Holds on our own. However, since you're already here in Solitude, you get to do the leg work yourselves. Take it by the Blue Palace and give it to the scribe, Phoebe. She'll officiate it." The General passed the paper gingerly to Emeros, the stamp of the Empire glaring back at the elf as he clutched it tight, unfolding it, scanning the writing rapidly. "I'm sure that you'll find it's all in order."
"Yes, I'm sure," Emeros replied sourly, not looking up once from the paper. He read and re-read the words over and over, let them settle into the pit in his stomach, by the orders of General Tullius, Military Governer of Skyrim…
After one final read-through, Emeros looked up and gave a curt nod. "Thank you for your time, General Tullius. Best of luck." He folded the letter along its preexisting creases, turning on his heel. The sound of his boots echoed through the chamber, the other two Mer exchanging a look of mild confusion before they followed suit, Athenath giving the General an awkward half-wave as they walked behind Emeros, eagerness in every step the three took.
Whether this meant the end of their troubles or the beginning of new ones was a mystery, obsfuscated by the mid-morning sun and the glint of metal as soldiers trained for battle in the courtyard. Emeros clutched the letter tightly in a talon-like grasp, and prayed through the poundings of a stress headache to gods he strained to believe in that this would be over.
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i’ve got you
JJ Maybank x sister!reader
summary: an anxious Y/N feels overwhelmed while partying with the pogues at the boneyard, and JJ does his best to calm her nerves.
warning(s): underaged drinking, panic attack
a/n: a big thank you to anyone who enjoyed my last maybank!sister snippet. i hope to write a lot more for JJ in the future, so feel free to leave any requests if you have any specific ideas of what you’d like to read!
also please let me know if i should make these shorter. lol. i'm never sure.
Y/N screwed her eyes shut, trying and failing to keep her hands from trembling as they dented her red solo cup. Her heart was beating so fast that her head could barely keep up, the loud music and sweaty bodies that enclosed her doing nothing to ease her mind.
It was a picturesque summer night out in the boneyard, which of course meant that the Pogues just had to have a kegger. Y/N had grown used to the routine by then, tagging along as they went out to buy the keg and an insane amount of plastic cups that Kie always complained she found littered all over the beach the morning after. Y/N typically helped in the prep for whatever wild evening lay ahead, and had even served as a DD the few times that the Pogues got plastered enough to willingly allow a 15-year-old to drive the Twinkie. However, despite her brother's constant pleading and nagging, she'd never actually attended one of their infamous beach parties.
At least, not until tonight.
Y/N had always been shy, the complete opposite of her elder brother and all of his wild impulsivity. She hated big crowds and loud noises, and even though she would occasionally drink one while out on the Pogue, she wasn't even the biggest fan of beer. But JJ had begged her to join them all day long, poking and prodding at her nerves in his attempts to finally get his baby sister out of her shell.
"Come on, Y/N. You really wanna spend the rest of your life cooped up in the chateau?" he'd said dramatically, throwing his hands up in desperation. "You really oughtta live a little sometime."
You really oughtta live a little sometime.
His words had haunted her well into the evening, and at the last minute she'd finally decided to bite the bullet. JJ was right, after all. While most kids her age were busy making memories and taking risks, she spent her evenings curled up with a book in her lap.
Sure, it wouldn't be the most comfortable experience, but what was the worst that could happen? After all, like her brother always said, stupid things had good outcomes all the time.
She made a mental note to correct JJ on that stupid motto as someone pushed past her, blowing chunks into the bushes only a few feet away from rigid form.
Y/N covered her nose, averting her gaze just in time to notice a familiar head of blond hair breaking through the mess of bodies whooping and grinding on one another.
"Holy shit!" JJ hollered wildly, dimples painfully visible in his state of drunken bliss. "Tom, that's some gnarly shit, man! Trust me, you're gonna feel that tomorrow." He gave the boy a pat on the back as he retched, though thankfully the steady stream of vomit had ended.
Y/N only stood and watched. It was clear that JJ hadn't seen her, but maybe that was for the best. The last thing she wanted was to ruin his night.
"Yo, Y/N/N!"
Too late.
JJ made his way over in sloppy strides, and Y/N turned up her nose at the stench of alcohol clinging to him. He pulled her into him with an arm slung over her shoulders.
"Hi, Jay." Y/N hoped her brother was drunk enough not to notice the tremble in her voice.
"Where'd you go, kid? I've been looking for you all night." He was leaning on her now, gleefully unaware as he slowly crushed her beneath his weight. Y/N groaned with the effort it took to keep her brother upright, struggling not to remind him that it was in fact he who left her to do some shots and never returned.
"Yeah I was . . . I was j-just--"
"Shit, I didn't know you were drinking. That's my girl," he slurred with a wink, pointing at the cup Y/N was damn near close to dropping. It was all getting too much for her—JJ's weight boring into her side, the overwhelming stench of beer, the screaming mouths and dancing bodies slowly closing her in. She felt like a caged animal, her lungs tight and chest heavy.
"Hey, you seen Pope yet? I lost him an hour ago—saw him walk off with some blonde chick with a tramp stamp. Oh, you need a top-up? You should go now, 'm pretty sure the keg's getting low."
JJ continued to ramble on as Y/N crumbled underneath him, her eyes searching desperately for somewhere to go.
"Aw man, I love this song!" Y/N gasped as JJ began jerking her around, forcing her to sway back and forth with him. "Yo, Kurt! Turn that shit up bro!"
Y/N felt blood rushing to her ears, her hands growing clammy as her nerves took over. You're fine, she told herself. You're fine, you're fine. But it wasn't working—she couldn't hear herself think over the music blaring from the speakers.
"Come on, loosen up Y/N! Let's dance!"
"No!" Y/N reached her breaking point, escaping from beneath her brother's outstretched arm. JJ stumbled, just barely managing to catch himself and get a good look at the fear etched into Y/N's features.
"What? Y/N—" He held out a hand that she cringed away from, breathing raggedly as she backed away.
"Just leave me alone!"
"Y/N!" JJ called after her as she ran off, not knowing exactly where she was headed but intent on getting away. She wound up crouching behind a small hill across from the bustling core of the party, far enough away that the music finally fell to an acceptable volume.
Y/N brought her knees to chest and buried her face in them, fingers tugging at her hair as tears spilled from her eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid. How could she be dumb enough to let JJ convince her that this would be a good idea? Y/N forced her breathing to slow as her chest tightened, coughing in her feeble attempts.
Y/N had listened to a few songs run their course by the time she managed to get a grip on herself, her breaths steadying as she counted eight-second inhales and eight-second exhales. Still Y/N rested her forehead against her knees, so dead-set on staying calm that she didn't notice the sound of JJ's footsteps in the sand.
"Hey." Y/N gasped, her head shooting upright as she scrambled to back away from whoever had found her. "Hey, calm down. It’s alright, Y/N." She sighed in relief when she recognized JJ's outline in the dark, her brother crouched before her shrunken form. "It's okay. Just me."
"Oh," she mumbled. "Sorry."
"'S okay. Didn't mean to scare you." He awkwardly held out another cup to her, which she observed warily. "Don't worry, it’s just water. Figured it might help more than beer."
Y/N smiled, accepting JJ's peace offering gratefully. "You'd be right about that." She greedily drank it all one gulp, only then realizing how dry her mouth had gotten. "Thanks, Jay."
"Least I could do, since I forced you to come her." Y/N sighed, noticing the guilt swimming in her brother's blue eyes.
"You didn't force me."
"Well, I might as well have."
"it's not your fault, JJ." He rested a comforting hand on her knee.
"Sure it is. I knew you didn't like this kind of scene and I dragged you here anyway." He ran his free hand through his hair, squeezing his eyes shut as regret consumed his intoxicated mind.
"It's okay." Y/N shuffled closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. JJ ruffled her hair. "Sorry I can't be a party animal like you."
"Ah, don't sweat it. Makes my job a lot easier, anyway." Y/N giggled, shoving him lightly, and JJ couldn't help but smile. "So, what's the plan? Want me to drive you home?"
Y/N scoffed. "I don't even think you could if you tried."
"Oh, Y/N," He teased her with a smile, "you severely underestimate my driving skills."
"And you severely overestimate my willingness to die." JJ chuckled at that. "Plus, who said I wanted to leave?"
"Wait . . . you're gonna stay?'
"Yeah, why not? I mean, I've made myself a pretty comfy hideout over here." JJ pouted.
"I guess . . ." JJ looked down at her with a smirk. "Or you could try the party again."
Immediately Y/N felt that skin-crawling uncertainity take over once more. She bit at her bottom lip. "I don't . . . I dunno, Jay."
"Look, I promise I won't leave you this time. We can just sit around the campfire—maybe try to find Kie or something. What'd'ya think?" He held out a hand to her. "We'll take it slow."
Y/N considered this for a moment, eventually taking hold of her brother's hand. "Okay."
"Sweet!" JJ tried his best to stand, but only wound up falling back on his ass. "I'm gonna need some help getting up, though."
Y/N laughed, hoisting her brother to his feet with a grunt, and JJ smiled as she allowed her hand to linger in his while they walked. The very same way she did when they were little.
Just like JJ promised, he found the two of them a space to sit by the blazing campfire and never left Y/N's side.
・❥・
Hours had passed before the kegger had begun to die down, their beer long gone and speakers long dead. The rest of the Pogues had finally joined the Maybanks around the fire pit, and the group listened comfortably as Kie plucked at the strings of her ukulele. "Y'know, Jay. I wouldn't mind trying this kegger thing again."
JJ smiled. "You mean it?"
"Yeah, I mean it." She snuggled closer to his chest, absorbing whatever extra heat his body offered. "As long as you're there to hold my hand."
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-missing puzzle pieces-
featured character ☆ dazai osamu
tag(s) ☆ angst
tw ☆ suicide, basically the two of you die together (ahem...), that dramatique backstory, swear words, i don't know anymore :')
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A dark, quiet night. A full moon shone as it reflected the riverbank of Yokohama. "I... like you!" you shout to Kunikida, the wind gently blows the moment you shouted. A few dried up brown-ish leaves strolled by, you could hear the high-pitched whines of cicadas in the background. Kunikida looked towards you, the two of you had a little bit of distance in between. Kunikida looked like he had an apologetic expression on his face as he then proceeds to smile softly;
"Y/n, thank you for liking me. I appreciate you and like you as a friend but I'm not interested in dating. So please y/n, please find someone who will love and admire you dearly." Kunikida waited for you to reply as he apologized once again. You were really trying your best to hold back your tears even though it was so hard. If only you had a shoulder to cry on, or even a person to comfort you. Apologies are simply for people who want to feel better for themselves, not others, and so they won't feel like they have a heavy weight to carry in their hearts. Your fists were clenched tightly as you proceeded to tell him that you're still glad to have confessed. The two of you slowly walked away. Once you were far away from Kunikida, you ran as fast as you could. Tears streamed down your eyes, you could barely breath (y/n literally on the verge of having a panic attack)
Once again, you face rejection once more. You want to be loved so desperately but no one loves you in this heartless, plain world. Your vision was also extremely blurry from all the tears you had shed and so, you accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh? Y/n, what are you doing so late?" you wiped away your tears to see who it was; It was Dazai, your fellow suicidal colleague. Without any doubt, you still continued to ran. This interested Dazai and so, he chased after you. You heard footsteps and decided to look who was behind you. "Dazai, stop following me...!" "You didn't answer my question yet though."
This mother fucker. Why is he so nosy...?
You were so close to the Detective Agency and once you arrived you quickly climbed up the dark emerald green looking stairs which lead to the rooftop. The wind was a lot more strong and you could see the dark night view. You walked a few steps almost stepping down which would be your one-way ticket to death's door. "Y/n! Don't you dare fall yet!" Dazai screamed at the top of his lungs to get your attention. "Well, why not?! Can't I die already? Have I not suffered enough from this cruel world where I've lost everything dear to me and in this world where no one loves nor appreciates me for who I am?! And you're telling me not to jump off yet? Just who do you think you are?!" you could feel you voice crack. Your voice is becoming quieter and quieter. Your cheeks feeling slightly moist.
Crap... I'm not crying again, am I...? I suppose I can use this opportunity to jump off?
You slowly step back and fall but as soon as you attempt to die, Dazai grabs onto your wrist "Not so fast, y/n." "What do you want..." "Y/n, what happened? What do you mean by no one loves or appreciates you? What do you mean that you lost everyone dear to you?" Dazai's voice was soft and gentle. "I...I've been rejected too many times to the point where I think love doesn't exist. I lost my parents when I was nine years old. I have been betrayed and toyed with my feelings by many people."
"Y/n... Though I understand the pain you're feeling-" at that moment, Dazai got cut off.
"NO! What do you understand?! Surely you haven't suffered this much!" you yelled, in rage. "I haven't been through all this but, if you're going to die... Die with me." Dazai's eyes seemed lifeless as he let out a smile "Y...You want to do a double suicide?" your tone softened as you asked him this question "Why not, hm? After all, it's something I really want to achieve. I found out maybe I could die with you."
"Then... You wouldn't mind if you went to hell either, would you?" "Of course not." he smiled softly "...Why don't we both go to hell, then?" "Anything to get out of this world." "Of course." Dazai let go of your wrist and proceeded jumped down with you; A perfect double suicide that he had finally achieved.
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No hate on Kunikida!! Couldn't find anyone better to reject y/n formally(?) P.S. it's my first time writing angst so apologies if it's shitty.
-fuyuko
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Their phones go off at the same time, a tiny ding that echoes across their apartment. Mary frowns at Shannon’s phone, Shannon frowns at Mary’s, and they both reach at the same time.
“Beatrice,” Mary reads off Shannon’s phone.
Shannon turns Mary’s phone right side up and purses her lips. “Ava.”
Mary groans and lets her head fall back against the couch. “What did they get themselves into this time?”
Shannon pats her leg gently before she steals a chip right out of the bag Mary is still clutching. She throws one back, mouth puckering at the salt and vinegar taste. “Between the two of them? It could be anything.”
Mary blindly thumbs her passcode out and the screen brightens. Shannon opens her messages app.
Their larger group message - F is for friends who do things together - sits towards the top of Shannon’s messages list, just below the other group message that lists her, Lilith, and Beatrice as its only members.
Mary’s messages also has a group message named lilith stop changing the group name back to something boring between her, Ava, and Lilith.
“On three?”
They both open their individual messages at the same time. Mary hums something unintelligible. Shannon frowns.
“Ava went-”
“-on a date.”
Shannon leans over to read Mary’s screen.
Ava (8:41 PM): halp i went on a date
Bea (8:41 PM): Ava went on a date last week.
“Did you-”
“-know Ava was seeing someone?” Mary shakes her head. “Did you-”
“-know Ava was interested in seeing anyone?” Shannon shakes her head this time.
Mary hums again, interest piqued. She abandons the bag of chips, brushing her hand off on her dark jeans. Shannon absently reaches over and brushes the crumbs onto the floor. They can vacuum later. When Mary cradles her phone and sinks back against the couch again, Shannon follows her, pulling her legs up under herself as she leans into Mary’s side.
“What are you going to say?”
Mary regards her. “What are you going to say?”
Shannon shrugs. “I’m going to ask Beatrice who the date was with.”
“I’m going to ask Ava that too.”
It’s a race to see who can text back first, and Mary beats Shannon by a few strikes of her thumb against the glass screen. Shannon pulls Mary’s phone over so she can read it.
Mary (8:43 PM): who?
“Who?” she reads. “That’s all you said?”
Mary shrugs, unbothered. “What did you say?”
Shannon (8:43 PM): Who did she go out with?
“I used a full sentence.”
“It’s texting, babe. Full sentences are for-” Mary stops when Shannon arches an eyebrow in a challenge. She smiles, all teeth. “Full sentences are for losers.”
“This loser makes your dinner,” Shannon reminds her.
Mary is still grinning. “I can dial a phone, you know. A whole world of food, right at my fingertips. Besides, don’t pretend like I don’t make a mean chili.” She nods knowingly when Shannon rolls her eyes. “That’s half the reason you’re in love with me, admit it.”
“Yeah, the other half is because of your humility.” Shannon doesn’t bother softening it and Mary laughs. “So humble.”
Mary’s next words are swallowed up by the ding of her phone, Shannon’s phone is half a second behind.
“Who is JC?” Mary asks.
“Someone in Ava’s biology class,” Shannon answers, reading off her phone. “At least, I’m assuming? Bea said Ava went out with someone from her biology class.”
Mary snorts. “Figures that if Ava isn’t giving me all the pieces, Bea is giving the rest to you.”
Shannon smacks Mary’s knee gently. “Don’t be mean. She’s trying.”
“Who, Bea?”
“Ava.”
Mary shakes her head, hiding the smile on her face. “She’s something, that’s for sure.”
Shannon snorts. “Don’t pretend like that kid isn’t one of your favorite people. You have a terrible poker face.”
Mary’s smile sours into a meaningless scowl. “No, I don’t.” She pulls her phone away from Shannon and thinks for a minute.
Mary (8:44 PM): scale of 1 to 10.
“That’s what you’re going with?” Shannon’s fingers hover over the phone, thinking. “A hotness scale?”
Mary shrugs. “What’re you going to say?”
“Well I’m not going to ask if he’s cute.”
Mary shrugs again. “Of course not. Bea doesn’t care if he’s hot or not.” She nods at Shannon’s phone. “What’ve you got, Masters?”
“I’ve got a girl in love with her best friend at the other end of these messages. So I need to be… delicate.”
Mary softens when Shannon looks back at her. “I know.”
She watches as Shannon turns back to her phone, forehead wrinkling in thought.
Shannon (8:44 PM): How do you think that went?
Satisfied, Shannon sinks further into Mary’s side, warm and soft. Mary smiles, her hand curling around Shannon’s knee, pressing gently against a scar left behind after an ACL tear when she was younger.
They’ve always slotted together so perfectly. They knew it from the moment they met, two terrified freshmen on a large campus with no friends. The study sessions, the lunch breaks between classes. When Shannon finally leaned in, finally curled her fingers around Mary’s jaw and closed her eyes, they each felt something click. A world opened up. Study sessions turned into makeout sessions. Lunch breaks that felt like dates became actual dates.
Mary had been looking for a home for years. She finally knew what it was like to have one.
Shannon walks her fingers over Mary’s knee. “Do you think they realize we’re sitting right next to each other? I feel like they don’t—otherwise they wouldn’t be talking to us about this.”
Mary shrugs. “It’s Tuesday. You usually work on Tuesday nights. So I’m sure Bea thinks you’re just killing time on your shift, and Ava assumes I’m looking for some kind of entertainment.”
“Is this entertaining for you?”
Mary grins. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”
Their phones beep almost simultaneously.
Ava (8:44 PM): mid-8 nice smile
Bea (8:44 PM): She said it wasn’t groundbreaking.
“Groundbreaking,” Mary repeats. “Ava said it wasn’t groundbreaking?”
“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Shannon shrugs and reaches for the bag of chips again. She doesn’t like salt and vinegar, but she’s also committed to not getting up for anything short of an apocalypse. “Beatrice doesn’t usually misquote people, though.”
Mary makes a face. “Kid surprises me every day.” She hums quietly.
Mary (8:45 PM): and it took you this long to tell me?
Ava (8:45 PM): okay in my defense
Ava (8:45 PM): no i’ve got nothing
Mary (8:46 PM): what happened?
She knows Ava. Something had to have happened for her to bring this up. Because she probably buried a terrible date, said forget about it, and focused on other things. Like her next iced coffee. Or Bea.
Ava (8:46 PM): we ran into JC at dinner tonight
Ava (8:46 PM): it was weird
Ava (8:46 PM): bea has been idk
Ava (8:46 PM): quiet
Mary snorts. “No shit,” she says out loud. But her brow wrinkles in concern.
Mary (8:46 PM): was he a dick?
Ava (8:47 PM): no, definitely not he’s really nice
Mary nods to herself. Good. Because she’s been short on gym sessions this week, and she could go a few rounds with someone to make up for the difference. Shannon nudges her, catching her attention. “Right. Okay.”
Mary (8:47 PM): going out again?
Shannon rolls her eyes. “You’re so verbose.”
“Don’t be using those million dollar words on me. We’re not all in school for this kind of stuff.”
“Ha.” Shannon elbows Mary gently, soothing the sting of it with a quick press of her lips to Mary’s shoulder. “This kind of stuff is just talking to people, Mary. It’s not limited to just future social workers.”
“Maybe I’m not good at that.”
“I think you’re not giving yourself enough credit.”
“Well I think-” Mary cuts off when Shannon’s elbow digs into her side again. She huffs. “Fine. We’re both incredible. I can already see the headlines when you win social worker of the year.”
“That’s not actually a thing,” Shannon points out.
Mary’s face softens, her eyes going somewhere far away for a moment. “It should be. Could have used someone like you when I was in the system.” Shannon’s hand spreads out against Mary’s thigh, warm and weighted. Mary meets Shannon’s eyes, a hesitant smile on her face. “But I know you’ll make sure they’ve got it better than I did.”
“Of course,” Shannon promises quietly.
For a long moment, the air stills between them. Shannon can picture Mary in her freshman year - hard-headed and brash and walls pulled up to her chin. She’s still hard-headed, still brash. But the walls are knee-height now and crumbling every day as Mary lets herself breathe, surrounded by their friends.
Mary finally smiles and squeezes Shannon’s knee, pouring a thousand unsaid words into her touch. She wants Shannon to know that she saved her life, but sometimes the words don’t come out the right way. So she puts it into touch and hopes that Shannon gets it.
Bea (8:48 PM): Shannon? You still there?
Shannon blinks, the world rushing back in on her. Ava, Bea. Their back and forth high wire act where each of them are afraid to fall - even if Ava doesn’t know that yet.
Shannon (8:48 PM): Sorry, just needed a moment.
Shannon (8:48 PM): Does a date need to be groundbreaking?
Bea (8:48 PM) According to Ava, it’s a requirement.
“Want takeout tonight?” Mary asks as they wait. She opens her mouth but the words are cut off as her phone goes off.
Ava (8:48 PM): no, no more dates for me. he’s nice but it’s not groundbreaking
Mary holds up her phone. “Guess Bea wasn’t kidding.”
“Told you,” Shannon says, preening only a little bit.
Mary (8:49 PM): that’s a lot of expectation going into a first date
Ava (8:49 PM): can’t i have a great romance?
Mary pauses. Of course Ava deserves a great romance. But what is that, exactly? Because she’s sat through movie nights with Ava, people-watched with Ava. She knows Ava thinks The Notebook is romantic and that’s toxic as hell. She knows Ava thinks the two guys who sit under the tree at the quad and share a single iced coffee is romantic, and that’s just gross.
She knows Ava thinks what she has with Shannon is romantic, and she’s not wrong about that.
“Ask Bea what Ava thinks is ‘groundbreaking’,” she instructs Shannon. She’s curious what the rating system is here.
Shannon (8:49 PM): What does Ava think is groundbreaking?
Bea (8:49 PM): Leaving the orphanage. Meeting us.
Mary shakes her head. “No way Ava didn’t actually say ‘meeting Beatrice.”
Shannon (8:50 PM): Are you sure she didn’t mean meeting you?
Mary raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Nice and direct there, Masters. I thought you were being delicate.”
Shannon shrugs and waits patiently for Bea’s response. Sometimes Bea reminds her of the fawn she came across once as a child. Skittish, awkward limbs everywhere as it tried to find its footing and run. But when Shannon approached it, hand out and open, it let her get close. It took a few minutes, Shannon suspended in the middle of the woods. But it slowly approached her and let her touch it, nuzzling into her hand. Beatrice can be like that: skittish, but seeking out comforting touches.
She always thought that it was the best way to approach Bea: slowly, hand open. Ava proved her wrong, crash-landing into Bea’s life with a gracelessness that was endearing from the very beginning. Maybe Bea just needed the right person to cut through her trepidation and bring her out of her shell.
“You can be delicate and still be direct. It just has to be a precision hit,” she replies.
“Hammer vs scalpel,” Mary says nodding. It’s just funny because she and Shannon are always so careful around Bea, whereas Ava always seems to need more of a blunt punch of truth.
Speaking of which. Okay, so if that’s what Ava thinks…Mary cycles through things in her mind. How does she go about this? If meeting Bea was groundbreaking, then a great romance has to be the same thing. Synonymous, like Mary and Shannon. Her eyes flutter closed as she thinks. Maybe Shannon has a point on blending her approach.
Ava always thought that mopey girl meeting the vampire was a great romance. And she knows this, but Ava has terrible taste in movies. She really needs to watch something of substance. Like Love and Basketball. But she can work with this.
Mary (8:50 PM): thought great romances were reserved for your vampire book
Mary has a plan. She’s easing Ava into a conversation. Because Mary knows that Ava wants a great romance. More importantly, she deserves it. She just might not know that she wants - and deserves it - with Beatrice.
Their phones ding in double time, the replies chasing after each other.
Bea (8:51 PM): I’m sure she meant ‘us’ and not me.
Ava (8:51 PM): bella isn’t the only one who deserves a sparkly love interest
Mary puts her phone down for a moment. “How are we doing this?”
Shannon thinks about it for a minute. “I’m not sure,” she admits.
Mary sighs. “Ava can be as dense as that meatloaf you made once and - hey! It was!” She ducks the hand Shannon sends towards her shoulder. “I just mean, she’s either sitting behind a huge wall named Denial, or she really doesn’t get it. So we need to, like, be smart about this.” She sighs. “Why are we doing this?”
“Because Lilith would do a horrible job at it?”
Mary snorts. “You got that right.”
At least Ava knows she deserves happiness. Kid hasn’t had a lot of love in her life, with the raw deal she got growing up. Mary knows something about that. So maybe Ava doesn’t need a delicate touch, but a little positive reinforcement and reassurance that she does deserve love from someone who gets it doesn’t hurt.
Mary (8:53 PM) no kid, you do too
“Bea is just as bad.” Shannon holds up her phone. “I know for a fact that Ava said Bea and not us, but she’s going to pretend like that isn’t true because that means she has to face a reality where Ava feels the same way about her as she does about Ava.”
“Maybe you should have gone into psychology.”
Shannon makes a face. “Absolutely not.”
Shannon (8:53 PM): Bea. Even if she didn’t say you, you’re allowed to want her to have.
Shannon (8:53 PM): And if she did, you’re allowed to acknowledge what that means.
Bea (8:54 PM): I’m not sure what it means.
Shannon groans as she reads Bea’s response. She takes a deep, steadying breath. She loves Beatrice. She’s loved her from the minute they crossed paths in their English seminar - a sophomore level class that Bea tested into. But for someone so smart, she sometimes tends to miss signs right in front of her face.
No, Shannon thinks. She can read the signs. But the years with her parents… Maybe she just doesn’t want to see them. Maybe she doesn’t trust them. Maybe she just needs a little nudge.
Shannon (8:55 PM): I think you know what it means.
Mary breaks her concentration as she reads Ava’s text out loud, forehead pinched in thought.
Ava (8:55 PM): i just don’t know if i’ll get it.
Mary sighs. “Are we sure Lilith can’t do this?” She goes to text back, but three grey dots pop up before she can, so she waits.
Ava (8:55 PM): but i think
Ava (8:55 PM): i think i realized something
She shoves her phone under Shannon’s nose, all thoughts of Lilith taking over flying out of her mind. “Babe.”
Shannon’s reply is swallowed up by Bea’s next message.
Bea (8:56 PM): Correction: I don’t think I’m allowed to want it to mean what I think it means.
Shannon sighs. “Oh, Bea.”
Mary doesn’t hear her, too wrapped up as she frantically types, backspaces, types, and backspaces again. “Do I play dumb?” she asks herself. “Or do I just say finally?” She types something out and erases it one more time before she sends something.
Mary (8:56 PM): what’s that?
Shannon (8:57 PM): And in a perfect world, what do you want it to mean?”
Three grey dots pop up on Mary’s screen and linger there long enough that Mary puts her phone down and picks through her bag of chips until she finds one big enough that when she fits the whole thing in her mouth, she has to blow out her cheeks to keep it in there. Shannon makes a noise of mild disgust.
Shannon’s phone beeps first.
Bea (8:58 PM): I think you know.
Shannon (8:58 PM) Lightning won’t strike you down if you say it.
“Might,” Mary mumbles through a mouthful of chips. Shannon’s eyes cut to her. “What? You know Bea is thinking it.”
Shannon can’t really argue with that, so she doesn’t try. She just waits for Bea’s response, which comes quicker than she thought it might.
Bea (8:59 PM): I want her to mean that I’m groundbreaking.
“Atta girl,” Shannon whispers to herself.
Shannon (8:59 PM): You are.
Mary’s phone finally beeps.
Ava (8:59 PM): i was thinking about it and
Ava (8:59 PM): bea is groundbreaking, you know?
Mary (9:00 PM): obviously
It’s a gut reaction, but Mary texts back before she can stop herself. She almost follows it up with something softer to cut the edge off it.
But she’s been watching Ava trip over herself the last few months and honestly, it’s a bit exhausting to not want to sit her down and bop her over the head with a printed book of all the texts Ava has sent her talking about how Bea looks today, or what Bea said today, or how she wants to do something, but has to check with Bea first.
The book would cost her an insane amount of money to print and it would be bigger than the Shakespeare text she uses as a door stopper since she spilled orange juice on it and can’t sell it back.
Ava (9:00 PM): what do you mean obviously?!
Ava (9:00 PM): mary
Ava (9:00 PM): mARY
Ava (9:00 PM): what does THAT mean?!
Mary stifles a laugh, lets a sigh slip through, and closes her phone. She lets her head fall to the back of the couch and takes a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Mary’s phone goes off again, beep after beep after beep after beep. She doesn’t dare pick it up.
Shannon picks up Mary’s phone, types in the passcode, and chuckles as she catches up on Ava’s messages. “You really shouldn’t have.”
Then her own phone dings, catching her attention.
Bea (9:02 PM) But I’m not sure she really feels that way. Surely, she would say something.
“Do you ever want to wrap them up in, like, the world’s tightest hug?” Shannon asks.
“Sometimes I want to wrap them to a post and leave them there until they figure their shit out.”
Mary’s phone goes off again and she picks it up this time, opening her messages.
Ava (9:02 PM): there’s nothing OBVIOUS about it
Ava (9:02 PM): it’s rude actually
Ava (9:02 PM): to say something like that and just NOT ANSWER UR MESSAGES
Ava (9:02 PM): Mary pick up your phone.
Ava (9:01 PM): at least when i told bea it wasn’t groundbreaking she didn’t go RADIO SILENT
Ava (9:01 PM): in fact we went out for coffee because i got bea one but
Ava (9:01 PM): wait
Mary smiles slowly. There it is.
Shannon glances at Mary, most of her attention still on her conversation with Bea. She’s making headway, she can feel it. Bea at least admitting that Ava could maybe feel the same way about her is step one. Step two is getting Bea to just say it out loud.
Shannon (9:03 PM): She can’t say something if she doesn’t know.
Bea (9:03 PM): I certainly can’t tell her.
Mary reads over her shoulder. “She certainly should. Because it would save all of us a lot of trouble.”
Ava (9:04 PM): Mary.
Mary (9:04 PM): Ava
“How do you tell someone that the person they’re hopelessly in love with is hopelessly in love with them? Asking for a friend.”
Shannon ignores her.
Shannon (9:05 PM): Bea, you don’t need to tell her right now.
Shannon (9:05 PM): But you should think about it.
“What do you think the odds are that they’re sitting next to each other on the couch right now?”
Shannon snorts. “That sounds exactly like something they would do.”
“Picture it,” Mary continues. “Sitting on opposite ends of the couch but you know Ava’s got her feet all over Bea which is disgusting. And they’re probably having a charged conversation where they talk about the weather being nice, but Ava is really talking about Bea’s eyes or whatever. And they’re just… texting us about each other.”
Shannon laughs this time. “How did we end up like this? Mom-ing two helplessly in-love-with-each-other - and I say this affectionately - idiots?”
“I must have really pissed someone off in a past life.”
Ava (9:05 PM): bea IS groundbreaking
Mary (9:05 PM): you’re repeating yourself
Ava (9:05 PM): i’ve always thought so
Mary (9:06 PM): i’m not going to argue with you
Mary leans into Shannon’s side. “Be honest. They would benefit from some professional help, wouldn’t they?” She dodges Shannon’s hand again. “Or at least someone like Camila. If Ava wants to go for a drink or throw some darts or fix an engine, I can do that.”
“Okay dad,” Shannon snorts.
Bea (9:07 PM): I can’t think about it. Because if I think about it, I’m going to tell her. And if I tell her and she doesn’t say it back, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Shannon (9:07 PM): You’ll do what you always do. Persevere.
Shannon (9:07 PM): But I don’t think you’ll need to.
Mary’s screen lights up with a text that she thinks about ignoring. She shouldn’t have opened this box, shouldn’t have pried at the lock that held back this little revelation. She should have just said it was nice that Ava went on a date and left it at this JC guy being an 8. She should have put down her phone and focused on wowing Shannon with the pico de gallo she managed to make earlier.
Ava (9:07 PM): she’s my favorite person, full offense
Mary (9:08 PM): like that’s going to offend me. i’m shannon’s
Ava (9:08 PM): do you think i’m bea’s
Mary drops her phone. “Nope. I’m not doing this.”
“Don’t be dramatic.” Shannon picks up the abandoned phone and scrolls back a few messages, eyes tracking the conversation. She laughs at Ava’s last message, before handing the phone back to Mary. “Ava loves fishing for compliments, doesn’t she?”
“She’s fishing in the wrong pond,” Mary retorts, punching out a quick response.
Mary (9:09 PM): focus, silva
“She should try the other side of her couch.”
Shannon glances at her own phone and considers what the person sitting on the other side of Ava’s couch is thinking at this very moment. A minute stretches on with nothing from Bea. Shannon starts to worry her bottom lip between her teeth.
She’s not trying to push. But Bea deserves something amazing to happen to her. And they can all - even Mary - admit that Ava is the most amazing thing that’s happened to Beatrice. A needed respite for all the ways the world has let Bea down in the past. She nearly drops her phone in relief when it goes off.
Bea (9:11 PM): I’m not ready.
Shannon (9:11 PM): No one is ever ready for love.
Bea (9:12 PM): What if I never am?
There’s a fluttering in Shannon’s chest where her heart skips a beat at Bea’s text. Bea is so much more ready than she thinks she is, Shannon knows it. But she also knows that Bea’s parents run deep in her mind and that’s hard to overcome. It doesn’t matter, though. If she knows anything about Ava, she knows that her patience with Bea is neverending.
Shannon (9:13 PM): Someone who loves you won’t worry about that. Someone who loves you will want you to take your time, if that’s what you need. Love isn’t linear, Bea.
Three dots appear on her screen for a long moment before they disappear. Shannon takes a deep breath and hopes she hasn’t pushed it.
Needing something else to do, she peers at Mary’s phone. “Are you-”
A beep cuts her off.
Ava (9:13 PM): right. but if SHE’S groundbreaking that means…
“She’s going to be the death of me,” Mary groans.
Mary (9:13 PM): that means…
Ava (9:14 PM): hypothetical question
Ava (9:14 PM): how do you know if you’re in love with your best friend or not?
“Finally!!”
“Mary,” Shannon scolds.
Mary (9:14 PM) i’m sure there’s a buzzfeed quiz for that
“Mary.”
Ava (9:15 PM): mary
Mary (9:15 PM): ava
Ava (9:15 PM): i’m serious
Mary (9:16 PM) so am i
Mary (9:17 PM): but if you don’t want to dig through the internet to find one
Mary (9:17 PM): let me tell you what your results would be
Mary (9:17 PM): you are
Shannon’s phone goes off and she mistypes her passcode twice before she manages to get it open. Mary leans over, hooking her chin on Shannon’s shoulder to read the message with her.
Bea (9:18 PM): She deserves someone who isn’t afraid to be in love with her.
“That’s not fair,” Mary says quietly. “That’s not fair to her.”
Shannon frowns. “To Ava?”
“To Bea.”
Shannon (9:19 PM): You’re not afraid to be in love with her. You’re afraid of the world around your love. Your parents did a number on you, Bea. That takes time to get over.
Their phones go quiet for a while. So long that Mary gets up and puts away the chips, and Shannon tidies up the kitchen. They decide on getting Thai for dinner because Ava sent them a Snapchat of her leftovers this morning with Bea in the background wearing a disapproving face. Ava had captioned it: she doesn’t like it when i eat over the sink.
By the time she finishes setting out the plates for dinner, Mary is just about to give up on her conversation with Ava. It’s stalled out. Ava will swing by before her class tomorrow for pancakes at the student cafeteria, and they’ll talk about whatever Ava is obsessed with this week - last week it was the manatees she saw in a video when she was supposed to be studying for an exam. They’ll pretend like this never happened, like Ava didn’t come to some big revelation on a Tuesday night in the middle of February while Mary is in her socks with the little handcuffs on them.
She likes that idea. That works best for her. But just as she thinks it, her phone beeps.
Ava (9:31 PM): i am?
Mary (9:31 PM): do you not know that?
“Shannon, help me,” Mary groans, even as she starts texting back.
Ava (9:32 PM): there’s a lot i’m realizing i don’t know right now
“Go fucking figure,” she mutters. Her fingers fly over the keyboard.
Mary (9:32 PM): let me break it down for you. you went out with this guy last week?
Ava (9:32 PM): tuesday yeah
Mary (9:33 PM): and it was okay
Mary (9:33 PM): it wasn’t groundbreaking or earth-shattering or anything that totally rocked your world
Mary (9:33 PM): but your best friend is someone who checks all those boxes?
There’s another long pause, another minute of three gray dots dancing on her screen before Ava’s text pops up in its place.
Ava (9:35 PM): you’ve met her
Mary (9:36 PM): but i don’t think the sun shines out of her ass
Mary (9:36 PM): and she’s one of my best friends, but i don’t know if i’d call her earth-shaking or whatever
Mary (9:37 PM): because i’m not in love with her.
Mary (9:37 PM): i don’t spend every moment talking to her or about her or wishing i could do those things
Mary (9:38 PM): but you…
Mary glances at Shannon but she’s too busy, bent over her phone. She doesn’t even notice the eye roll that Mary sends her phone. Or the tongue she sticks out. Or that she immediately goes to her internet browser, finds the picture she’s looking for, and saves Ava’s new contact image as a clown.
Across the room, Shannon sits back on the couch and stares intently at her screen, willing a message to come through even as it remains blank. She sends out a quiet prayer to whoever is listening that Beatrice allows herself to give into this feeling, to let herself feel like she deserves this kind of love.
Finally, a bubble pops up.
Beatrice (9:39 PM): I should be over it.
Shannon frowns.
Shannon (9:39 PM): Show me the person who says you should be over it.
Beatrice (9:39 PM): I’m afraid I’d be looking in a mirror.
“Oh, Bea,” Shannon breathes. She has to take a minute. She has to breathe in slowly and count to 7 before she exhales and counts to 11, and in between those spaces she feels her heart break just a little bit.
Shannon (9: 40 PM): Then cover your mirrors and come talk to me instead.
Satisfied with her clown selection, Mary plops down next to Shannon and switches back to her conversation with Ava. She realizes she’s just dropping bomb after bomb right now, throwing them like firecrackers and imagining Ava dance around them. She can practically see them exploding in Ava’s eyes as Mary’s words rearrange what Ava had thought before this conversation.
This is big. This is Mary holding up a mirror to Ava’s face and telling her to look at the truth. Part of her knows she’s going to regret this. If Ava didn’t shut up about Bea before, now that Mary has said something, has opened the proverbial door… God, she’s going to be so annoying.
Ava (9:41 PM): there’s so much to say about her though
Ava (9:41 PM): she’s funny and she’s insanely intelligent
Ava (9:41 PM): and she’s the first person i want to talk to when something good happens
Ava (9:42 PM): or something bad
Ava (9:42 PM): or something funny
Ava (9:42 PM): oh.
Ava (9:42 PM): shit.
Something occurs to Mary, and she closes her messages, opening her phone’s calendar. She scrolls back a week and her eyes widen as she reads the date.
Mary (9:43 PM): girl, i just checked the calendar. you went out with this guy on valentine’s day?!
Ava (9:43 PM): i didn’t notice!
Mary (9:43 PM): and THEN you went home and took BEA out for coffee?
Ava (9:44 PM): which wasn’t a date
Mary (9:44 PM): from the sounds of it, coulda fooled me
Mary nearly throws her phone but the only place for it to go is over Shannon’s legs onto the other couch cushion.
And Shannon has that look on her face like she wants to cry or scream or do both, so Mary’s priorities shift. She puts the phone down on the table and turns, sliding one arm across Shannon’s shoulders and rubs her fingers against the bone there.
“Hey,” she murmurs. “You okay?”
“I don’t know why she’s so hard on herself.” Shannon sighs. “I mean, I know why she is. And if I ever meet her parents-”
“There’s a line, I know.”
“And I’m at the front of it.”
Mary smiles humorlessly. “I think you might be second.”
“Good,” Shannon murmurs. “Bea needs as many people in her life as she can get.”
“Who she has is a good place to start.” Mary rubs at Shannon’s shoulder again and leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head.
Bea (9:46 PM): Ava says that sometimes, she wishes she could fight my mind for me.
Shannon (9:46 PM): I think you should let her.
Bea (9:47 PM): I think she would win.
Shannon (9:47 PM): Good
Shannon (9:47 PM): It’s because she loves you, Beatrice.
Bea (9: 48 PM): I’m worried that, if she ever did, that feeling would be long gone before I was ready.
Mary shifts away as Shannon focuses on her phone, tongue poked out between her teeth as she starts a long message. It’s been a minute since Ava texted her back. A long time for Ava, who fires off texts as quickly as her thoughts come. But this whole conversation has been filled with pauses. It’s a different side of Ava.
It’s an Ava who had the world shift and is now dealing with the fallout. Mary gets it.
But she wonders, is deciding to be in a relationship so hard for other people?
Because it wasn’t hard for her. It was probably one of the easiest things she’s ever done in her life. It happened so naturally, so - what’s the word Camila says? Organically. She’s so in love with Shannon, even if she shrugs it off when people poke fun at her for it. She’s not above telling anyone how much Shannon means to her, but she is better at showing it.
Acts of service, Camila told her, when they did some stupid quiz where they asked about love languages. She hadn’t even known there were so many of them. She always thought she was just kind of okay at loving Shannon. Turns out, she was doing better than she thought, giving Shannon what it seemed like she wanted and needed. And once she figured it out, it happened as naturally as their relationship did. Maybe they just got lucky to have it so easy.
Her phone beeps and Mary rolls her eyes at Ava’s message. Or maybe she and Shannon were just smart enough to use their damn words.
Ava (9:48 PM): do you think she’d want to go out with me?
Mary (9:48 PM): i don’t get paid enough for this conversation.
Ava (9:49 PM): my friendship is payment enough
Shannon hears Mary huff, feels the air across her shoulder. But she’s too busy to turn and give her the attention, too focused to hear about whatever thing Ava said that made Mary feel like she needed to pretend to be annoyed. Because she’s trying to come up with something to make Bea understand that she is worth all the praise people bestow on her. She’s so brave, so committed to healing the wounds her parents etched into her.
Bea needs to know that despite them, she is coming into who she deserves to be. And she’s got someone she deserves to love within her reach.
Shannon (9:51 PM): Anyone who is worth your time will understand and hold that space for you until you’re ready for something so big. You ARE making progress, Bea. I remember you as a freshman, so afraid of your own shadow. And now you’re bold and strong. You’ve come so far. And Ava has been a big part of that. She’s brought out this part of you that everyone knew you had, but you were too afraid to show.
Shannon (9:52 PM): She’s good for you.
And before Bea can say anything, Shannon texts her again.
Shannon (9:52 PM): I know you’d be good for her too.
Shannon bites her lip and thinks before she types out, “You should tell her how you feel. She won’t say no.” But she stops and erases it. Maybe it’s too much for Bea to handle right now. Maybe she needs to slow down.
But another part of her, a voice that whispers excitedly in her ear and sounds just like her mother before she gives away a particularly juicy bit of gossip, says, “You could say it.”
She could. She could be the little push that gets the cart rolling. She could be the one at their wedding telling this story. She can see it in her mind: Bea, flushed with embarrassment. Ava, smiling fondly and teasing Bea for having a crush on her. She can hear the glasses clinking as people call for a kiss and feel the claps on her shoulder when people thank her for helping them take that first step.
Mary sinks further back into the couch and stretches her legs out on the coffee table. Shannon doesn’t even notice. She’s working something over in her mind, and she has this look on her face. Mary can see the wheels turning, recognizes exactly where she’s seen that look before, and she doesn’t like where they’re going.
“We’re not playing matchmaker,” she warns.
Shannon’s cheeks pinken slightly. “Did I say we were going to play matchmakers?”
“You didn’t have to. I can see it written all over your face.” Mary shakes her head when Shannon opens her mouth to argue, resolutely. “I’m not getting in the middle of this.”
“We’re already in the middle of this,” Shannon points out.
“Fine. We’re not getting more in the middle of this.” Mary says it firmly. “These two idiots need to figure the rest out on their own. They don’t need hand-holding.”
“I think that this conversation has proven they need hand-holding,” Shannon argues.
Mary can’t tell her that’s not true, because it is. Ava is coming to a lot of realizations tonight, and she wouldn’t have gotten there without Mary sticking herself into the middle of it. She knows it. Shannon knows it. And that infuriatingly addictive smile slowly stretching across her face, transforming into a full blown grin means Shannon knows she knows it too.
“No,” she warns. She opens her mouth to say more when her phone goes off again.
Ava (9:53 PM): mary, i can’t not think about this now
Mary (9: 54 PM): could you talk to me about it a little less?
Ava (9:55 PM): but you’re the only one who knows!
Mary snorts. “I don’t think you’re that slick, kid.”
Shannon laughs as she reads it. “No, the only one who doesn’t know is Bea.” Her head tilts to the side, a knowing look crossing her face. “You still think they don’t need a little nudge?”
Mary sighs, surrendering to Shannon’s logic and gives in.
Mary (9:56 PM): listen, baby girl. don’t just think about it. do something about it!
Ava (9:56 PM): i don’t want to do something she doesn’t want to do
Ava (9:56 PM): this isn’t trying jamaican food from the burrito place
Ava (9:56 PM): this is our friendship
This means the world to me, Mary reads between the lines. She can’t help but smile. Mary talks a lot of shit most days, grunts her way through conversations that require a bit more finesse than she’s comfortable with, but she’s got a soft spot for her friends. A softer spot for Ava.
Ava (9:57 PM): i don’t wanna fuck this up
Ava has a lot of them wrapped around her finger. Even Lilith, who would never admit it, even under penalty of death. But it’s there. It’s real. They’d all go to the ends of the Earth for Ava Silva. Beatrice would be leading the charge.
Mary (9:57 PM): then just hold onto it for now. you don’t have to say anything yet
Mary (9:58 PM): but you should think about it
Mary (9:58 PM): because i think you’d be good together.
Mary (9:59 PM): and you’re right. you deserve a sparkly love interest. and bea is miles better looking than that edward guy
Ava (9:59): i knew you were paying attention last weekend
Mary (9:59 PM): you don’t know shit
Ava sends back an emoji with its tongue hanging out and its eyes rolling around its head. Mary closes her phone. That’s enough for tonight.
Shannon opens her phone one last time. Bea probably won’t text her back tonight, but that’s okay. She doesn’t open herself up a lot, doesn’t always tell Shannon what she’s thinking. She hopes Bea does that with Ava. She hopes Bea lets Ava see all the parts of herself that she hides away from everyone else, afraid to look those parts of herself in the eyes.
Because Bea deserves it. Bea, in Ava’s words, deserves her own great romance.
She deserves it with someone who loves her as much as Ava seems like she does.
And Ava might not have known it. Ava may have just figured it out tonight, pieces she didn’t notice independently coming together into a whole picture. But Ava does now. And Ava will continue to love Bea the way she deserves to be loved. Shannon knows it just by looking at the two of them together. The way they fit so easily, the way she fits with Mary.
Shannon (10:00 PM): Be honest. Be direct. Tell her how you feel. If you never say anything, you’ll never know and you might just miss your chance.
Shannon (10:00 PM): Just use your words, Beatrice. You’ll be surprised what happens when you do.
She sighs, sinking down into the cushion and dropping her head down on Mary’s shoulder. “We’re totally the parents of the friend group.”
“I hate that.”
Shannon smiles as she turns her head, pressing it into Mary’s soft shirt and breathing in the smell of sandalwood and their laundry detergent. This is her favorite place to be in the world, tucked into Mary’s side like there’s no one else around.
Her mind goes to Bea. Is that what she feels like when she’s with Ava? She hopes so. Everyone deserves to have this feeling at one point in their lives. For all of their life, if they’re lucky.
“Think they’ll take our advice?” Mary asks quietly.
Shannon thinks about it. “In time. They’ll figure it out when they’re ready.”
“Lord help me, it better be before we graduate.” Mary shimmies down a little, catching the television remote with her foot and kicking it towards Shannon’s hand. “Because if they haven’t gotten it together by graduation night, I’m going to sic Lilith on them.”
Shannon laughs and presses the power button on the remote. “No you won’t.”
“No, I won’t,” Mary mumbles. “But I’ll want to.”
Shannon pats her knee gently. “I know, babe.”
Mary turns, presses her lips to the crown of Shannon’s head. “I love you.”
Something soft in Shannon’s chest melts even further. “I love you too.”
She feels Mary smile against her hair and then turn her attention back to the television. They’re done talking about feelings for the night and that’s okay. Mary will make her tea before bed and pull down her side of the comforter and leave the bathroom light on for her when she’s done brushing her teeth. And in the morning she’ll make Shannon breakfast even though she’s going to go eat with Ava, and she’ll say I love you a hundred different ways that aren’t those three little words.
Sometimes, that’s enough. But sometimes, Shannon likes to hear the way they sound coming out of Mary’s mouth.
And she knows Ava will like the way they sound coming out of Bea’s mouth too.
You can do it, Beatrice, she thinks to herself. Just be brave.
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