#everything… since the text I stupidly didn’t see coming.

[hagravenholm]

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[norizz-nation]

https://www.tumblr.com/pinkswaet/737600285580689408/if-you-take-requests-could-you-do-this-frat

This has been living in my head rent-free it’s one of my favorite Lando fics of all time. May I beg you to do something similar with Oscar 🥺 Pretty please 🥺

Love Wasn’t Enough | O.P81

Summary: Your lazy weekend isn’t really lazy anymore after you accidentally bump into your toxic ex at a party.

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, cock drunk reader, degradation, choking, slut shaming, dacryphilia

Just like always, you’re spending your weekend binge watching Brooklyn Nine Nine. The show you and Oscar used to watch together. But not anymore. Why? Because he’s just a narcissistic soul who never gave a fuck about you. Or anyone else. That’s the reason why you broke up with him.

But you still loved him. It’s not like you didn’t. Only a fool wouldn’t love Oscar Jack Piastri. But guessing love wasn’t enough to hold your relationship together.

You better get your ass ready in 30 mins. I’m coming to pick you up.

Your thoughts got distracted by the notification sound. You clearly can’t remember what the hell your friend is talking about.

For what???

The fucking party we decided to go to, remember?

Fuck. You forgot.

You didn’t even reply to her text since you got busy trying to figure out what to wear. Your closet looked like a fucking mess but you couldn’t care less.

After a good 20 minutes you finally got a red dress out, which was a bit too fancy and a bit too slutty. But fuck it. Who cares?

At least the person who would care isn’t here anymore.

-

“Well, don’t you look a bit too fancy?” Your friend asked in a taunting tone. You just rolled your eyes saying, “Who gives a fuck? I’m single now for fucks sake.” Your response made your friend giggle as you both made your way to the car.

-

As soon as you entered the house, you knew you made a wrong decision. It would’ve been better if you had stayed at home.

“Don’t you love it?” Your friend asked as you looked at her. “What?” You asked. You can’t even hear her because of how stupidly loud the music is. “Don't you love it here?” She practically screamed those words in your ear as you nodded and agreed with her.

But you were lying. This was really boring.

“Wait here, I’m gonna be right back, okay?” She said as you smiled at her and nodded.

-

“Oh look who’s here.” A familiar voice said as you turned around to look up at him. A cocky smile painted on his face.

Oh fuck.

“Missed me, huh?” He asked as he got a bit closer to you. Close enough for you to smell his cologne from his leather jacket. You took a step back and sighed, “I don’t fucking miss you.” You lied. Of course you miss him. Although you hated almost everything about him, you still loved him in a way you didn’t know you could.

Oscar smiled at you and scoffed a little as he asked, “Then why the fuck did you come crawling to me, huh?” His soft whisper was burning your skin. “I didn’t come crawling to you. I’m just here with my one friend. Just so then she doesn’t feel lonely.” You said in your defense. Oscar squinted his eyes and glanced around the room and looked at you again. “But I don’t see any of your little ‘friend’ here. Where are they sweetheart?” He asked as you took a deep breath and calmed yourself down, trying to figure out what to say or do.

You’re never talking to this bitch again.

“I uh… I don’t know. She must be somewhere around.” You managed to say something in your defense. Oscar just raised his eyebrows as if he knew you were lying to him.

Oscar just smirked at you as he got more close to you, whispering in your ear, “But I know that you missed me. Don’t you want a little treat for missing me so much?” The way his hand brushed your skin made you go crazy. But you’re still not sure if it’s a good idea or not. Well, it’s definitely not. He’s just a toxic ex who doesn’t deserve your love.

“I don’t miss you.” You lied. Again.

“Stop lying. You know you sound very pathetic when you can’t even lie properly.” He said as he brushed your hair away from your face.

-

Of course you were complaining about the ‘loud music’ in the house but do you even care about it now? No, you don’t.

You can’t even hear anything properly since all you can hear is Oscar breathing heavily in your ear. Every little groan makes you whine for more of him. More of his touch.

More more more…

“F-fuck, Oscar please, r-right there.” You pleaded as he kept on thrusting his dick inside of you from behind. Your knuckles turned white as you grabbed on the edge of the sink tightly. He then grabbed you by your neck and forced you to look at your own fucked out reflection on the mirror.

“Yeah? Right there? I know you missed how my cock filled your pathetic little cunt.” He said as you just nodded. Not being able to get a proper sentence out.

You winched in pain when his grip around your neck tightened, “Get some words out of this stupid little mouth.”

“Y-yes, yes I missed it s-so fucking much. Fuck I missed your cock so m-much ugh!” You let those words out, not even knowing what you just said. You’re too dumbfounded to even think.

“That’s right. I know you missed being fucked like a worthless little slut you are.” He whispered in your ear as you closed your eyes, chasing your orgasm. His warm breath on your neck was driving you insane.

Your mouth hung open when you felt his dick twitch inside of you. You knew what that meant.

He was about to pull out, to cum on your ass but you tugged on his T-shirt to stop him from pulling out. “No n-no, please. Cum inside of me. I want your cum, please.” You pleaded pathetically as he scoffed at you.

“Who knew that a worthless little girl would end up so much cock drunk for me, huh?” You whined at his words.

“Please…” You pleaded again. Just wanting more of him. Not caring about anything else. “Please, baby I want you to fill me up.” You whined, practically crying for it.

You bit on your lower lip when you felt his cum filling every inch of your wall. His groan echoed across the room.

“Fucking hell, I missed you.” He whispered, kissing your shoulder. His chest heaving up and down as he breathed heavily.

You let out a moan when you felt his fingers pushing his cum deeper inside of you. “Can’t let that go to waste, huh?” He said as he smirked at you.

You were about to say something but got cut off by a notification on your phone.

Wait, I just heard your toxic ex is here too. But, where are you?

A/N: @golden-flora my baby, hope you liked it. I almost killed myself while writing this. Just don’t hate me if it’s bad. Anyway, requests are open. So, feel free to ask what you want you want me to write. I love you. ❤️

[rhettabbotts]

it’s a bad idea, right? - rhett abbott x fem!reader

pairing: rhett abbott x fem!reader

summary: mixing tequila and calls from your ex. what could go wrong?

warnings: 18+ only. smut. rough sex. drinking. bad decisions. mentions of a breakup. p in v. a lil choking. dirty talk. yearning. love confessions.

a/n: this is for my dear abby’s (@mothdruid) writing challenge. i have been thinking about writing a fic with rhett and this song since i heard it and abby gave me the perfect reason to do it 🥺💜

“Come over.”

You couldn’t help but scoff as you took another sip of your Long Island. It’s been nearly three months since you heard from Rhett. Nothing but radio silence since the day he left town. He was chasing his dream of riding professionally, you needed to focus on your career. You were on different paths and you grew further apart with each month until the end when it was nothing but slamming doors and heated arguments.

Your friends warned you about him. Told you he’d chew you up and spit you out in a heartbeat and you didn’t want to believe them at first. You fell hard and fast for Rhett and you couldn’t have stopped it.

Another message came in. And then another. All of which went ignored while you ordered another drink. Eleanor was talking about her coworker, the one she so desperately wanted to fuck she could hardly stand it. You felt bad for zoning out but your mind kept going back to the man texting you.

“El, I’m sorry. I gotta- I gotta get some fresh air. Save my seat?”

You hopped off the bar stool and headed towards the door, taking a look over your shoulder before walking out into the crisp autumn air.

Your thumb hovered over the call button. You knew it was a bad idea. You knew you’d regret it tomorrow. But between the tequila shots and the memories of Rhett’s hands, your phone was ringing before you could change your mind.

“Hey,” his gravelly voice muttered on the other end of the line and it sent a white-hot fire through your veins.

“Hi,” you stuttered out, pressing your cool hand to your heated face. “Why are you texting me now?”

“I miss you.”

“Bullshit.”

“I do! And I just moved into a new place. My place,” Rhett said, a little breathless. He sounded like he was pacing the floors, or he had been running, or he was- No. Don’t think about that.

“That’s nice. What does that have to do with me?” You questioned, a snarky tone escaping you.

He smirked at that. It had everything to do with you. He needed you. And he knew you needed him.

“I just wanna see you. Friend to friend,” he said playfully.

“I don’t know... I’ve been drinking and I’m out with a few friends and-“

“Please, darlin’. Just for a little bit,” Rhett pleaded. God, he sounded so pretty when he begged. You shook your head at the thought. “I’ll send you the address.”

You sighed deeply before hanging up the phone, a text coming in not a second later with his new address. What were you going to tell Eleanor? Lexie? You really didn’t want a lecture. You just kissed them on the cheek while grabbing your bag and called for an Uber.

Passing street lights and the light hum of the engine was enough to make your brain turn static. There was nothing on your mind but Rhett. The way he smelled. The way he kissed. The way his fingers would curl just right when he-

“We’re here, ma’am,” the driver notified, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Oh. Thanks.”

Your hands trembled slightly as you ascended the stairwell to the second floor. He was already standing there, hand braced on the top of the door frame. When did he get a tattoo on the inside of his bicep?

Rhett had a smile on his face. That crooked grin that always meant trouble. You wanted nothing more than to kiss it off his stupidly handsome face.

“There you are,” Rhett said proudly, knowing the hold he still had over you.

“Shut up,” you commanded as you pushed him through the door, tugging at the hem of his white t-shirt. He pulled it off with one hand, tossing it haphazardly onto the side table’s lampshade.

You were tripping over your feet as he pulled you towards the bedroom, hands pushing down the straps of your dress. They were calloused as ever. You couldn’t wait to feel the roughness of them rubbing against your chest, your thighs, your hips.

“God, you taste the same. I wonder if that’s everywhere,” Rhett muttered, mostly to himself but his words never failed to make your thighs clench.

“Less talking, more undressing.”

One second passed and then you heard a loud rip! before the cool air hits your back. Rhett had torn your dress right down the zipper, shoving his tongue in your mouth once more before you could protest.

Once you made it through his bedroom door, he took a moment to stop and take a look at you. You were standing in the middle of the room in nothing but your bra and panties. You should’ve worn something more fancy, more lacy like he liked. But he looked at you hungrily as his eyes roamed your nearly naked form. A low growl released his throat as he stalked forward, grabbing handfuls of your breasts roughly.

“Fuck, baby. Such a gorgeous thing. I’ve thought about you every night for the past three months,” Rhett confessed. He sounded genuine but you couldn’t be for sure. You were here to fuck. Nothing more.

Your eyes rolled back when Rhett pulled one cup down, bending slightly to wrap his lips around a peaked nipple. He suckled and tugged with his teeth, moaning loudly when your fingers tangled in his hair and pulled harshly.

“Bed. Now. Now!” You whimpered, pushing at his chest until the backs of his knees knocked against the mattress.

Rhett pulled you on top of him, his hard cock nestling perfectly against your clothed cunt. It caused you both to let out desperate noises, his hands finding their way to your hips and guiding you to move over the denim.

“Condom?”

“Drawer,” Rhett exasperated, eager hands tearing the flimsy cotton of your panties until they ripped as well.

“Rhett! Jesus, stop acting like a fucking caveman! I have to go home tomorrow, you know,” you fussed as you jerked the button open on his jeans.

“We’ll see about that,” he proclaimed proudly. That damn smile is back on his face. You rolled your eyes and ripped the foil with your teeth, causing a winded sound to leave Rhett. Good. You had the upper hand now.

He wriggled out of his jeans, hastily kicking them off the end of the bed and tugging his black boxers halfway down his thighs. He hissed as you gripped the base of his erection, slowly rolling the condom down while biting your lip. The head was red and leaking and your mouth watered at the sight. No time for that. You needed to feel him inside you.

“Quit lookin’ at me like that, woman. I ain’t a piece of meat,” he teased, then groaned wantonly when you positioned him at your dripping hole. You were going to regret not prepping yourself in the morning but you couldn’t wait another second. You gasped loudly as you slowly descended his length, nearly hissing at the stretch.

“So desperate for my cock, sweet girl couldn’t even take the time to stretch herself,” Rhett tutted, bracing his heels against the mattress and sliding his hands behind his head. You didn’t know if you wanted to smack him or kiss him. You eyed the black ink that lined his inner bicep. It took you a moment for your mind to process what the words were but your heart seized in your chest when you realized it was song lyrics from yours and his favorite song. You used to sing it in the truck all the time.

“You gonna ride me or are you gonna keep staring?”

“Do you ever shut your mouth or does it just keep running?” You retorted as you settled against his lap. You wiggled your hips and squeezed your thighs, grinning proudly when a pinched whimper came from him. You took your time slowly sliding up and down his cock, savoring the feeling of him hitting that spot inside you just right.

“I like you better when you’re not talking,” you said, picking up your pace ever so slightly.

“And I like you better when you ride my cock like you mean it,” Rhett growled, bucking his hips into you, causing you to fall forward and brace your hands on his upper torso. You snarled at him and his witty comment. Fuck him.

Your right hand slid across his collarbone and toward the column of his neck, bracing your hand there.

“Do it. I know you want to, baby,” Rhett responded, looking up at you with his crystal blue eyes wide and thin bottom lip tucked between his perfect teeth.

Everything became a blur after that moment. It was all nails and hands and moans. The headboard knocked against the wall as you bounced desperately on him, your hand wrapped tightly around his throat. He grunted loudly as he chased his release along beside you, the sound of skin slapping filled the room. It was filthy and feral and you could feel your thighs trembling uncontrollably.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Fuck, like a fucking vice. Come. M’right there with you,” Rhett begged, voice raspy.

Stars exploded behind your eyelids as you reached your peak, nails digging into Rhett’s pectorals. A sound escaped you that sounded like a near scream, disregarding whatever neighbors Rhett may have. He was not far behind you, even with the condom on you could feel his release.

You collapsed forward onto Rhett’s sweaty chest, trying to catch your breath. His heart pounded against your ear and his chest rose and fell rapidly, moving you with it. You heard a car horn down below, pulling you from your post-sex haze.

You winced when Rhett lifted your hips, a slight sting radiating from between your legs. He grunted deeply, grimacing at the feeling of his oversensitive member. You rolled over onto your back before rolling onto your side and propping yourself up on your elbow, watching him throw the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed and making his way toward the en suite bathroom.

You took the time to look around the room. It didn’t look much different than the room that he had at his parents' home. The same posters decorated the walls; his record player in the corner on the old table with the records stacked beneath it. His bed was bigger, that much you noticed.

Another tug at your heartstrings occurred when you saw a picture framed tucked on the back of his dresser. You couldn’t see the entire thing but you knew the picture all too well. It was a picture of the two of you at the lake the previous summer. It was your favorite picture. You couldn’t believe he still had it, still displayed it. Not that you could judge. It still sat proudly on your desk at home.

You blinked the tears away as Rhett emerged from the bathroom, still naked but now carrying a damp cloth. He cleaned you gently, awkward silence swirling around you. He placed a small kiss on the inside of your knee, stubble tickling you slightly.

“Thanks,” you whispered softly, earning a hum in response.

Rhett tugged a pair of sweatpants on and crawled into bed behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight to him.

“Rhett… we need to talk,” you spoke into the darkness.

“In the morning,” he said, soft snores escaping him not but a couple of moments later.

Birds chirped outside the window and the smell of french toast and fresh coffee flooded your senses. Your head pounded and your mouth was dry but you grinned at the familiar scent of Rhett. You didn’t get to enjoy the moment long before your phone buzzed on the floor in the pocket of your shredded dress.

You wrapped the sheets around you and bent to pick it up, groaning when you saw that Eleanor had called you twenty times. An incoming call making it the twenty-first.

“Don’t yell at me,” you pleaded, waiting for the berating to begin.

“Where the hell are you? I tried coming by your place this morning for our usual morning after brunch and you’re not answering. I’m worried!”

“Sorry, I was asleep.” Not a total lie.

“Where are you?” El questioned.

“Not at home…”

“Hey, honey. You want cream in your coffee? I got a fresh pot going.”

You smacked your forehead and cringed at the sound of Rhett’s voice filtering through the room.

“That’s not- Oh my god. You didn’t-”

“Love you, El! I’ll talk to you later,” you rushed to hang up the phone, throwing it across the mattress and letting out a frustrated noise into your hands. Rhett was standing at the door with a tray of food.

“Hungry?” He asked as he made his way towards you, taking a seat next to you on the bed. He sat the tray to the side and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Starving, actually. Look… about last night. I- I don’t normally do that,” you confessed.

“What? Come to your ex’s house in the middle of the night and fu-”

“Yeah. That.” Rhett laughed at your sudden shyness. He always knew his crudeness flustered you. “I just- these past few months have been hell without you. And I guess I got a little too excited when you called me last night. But I don’t think I can just be a late-night booty call for you.”

“I don’t want you to be that,” Rhett said.

“Oh.”

“I want so much more.” Rhett’s large hands cupped your face, tilting your head up to make you look at him in the eyes. “I was a damn fool to let you go, sweetheart. And I’ll be damned if I make that mistake again.”

Tears prickled the corners of your eyes as you surged forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. He kissed your temple and held you close.

“Now eat up. I learned to cook this just for you.”

It may have been a bad idea last night, but now you’re thinking it was the best decision you’ve ever made as you shared a piece of french toast with Rhett.

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[realwitchieshit]

Fuck It, It’s Fine.

Summary: You find yourself falling off the wagon again, but you’re not sure if you want to get back on.

Warnings: hurt/comfort (sorta), gary mention, cheating (kind of), allusion to smut

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I proofread this once so if there are typos pls ignore. anyway, this fic is the second part of my other fic, “Bad Idea, Right?”. so i would recommend reading that first! thanks for all of the love on the first one, enjoy!

Another month has passed since the last time you and Melissa had met up. She would text and call, acting as though the two of you were friends just asking about each other’s day, and then she would give you some reason to come over. “You gotta come over and watch this new show” this, “I got some leftovers” that, she would tempt you with everything she could think of to get you to come over.

While you did always answer, you had not given in. You would think of an excuse while you talked and when she finally asked you to come over, you’d hit her with it. You could’ve easily put your foot down and told her to stop asking you to come over, but you were sure it would upset her. You still wanted her companionship, but it felt wrong to have any more, considering her blooming relationship with Gary.

Shutting Melissa down wasn’t easy, though. You would put your phone across the room and distract yourself until the urge to call her back dwindled away. This method worked but was impractical as it sometimes took you a couple hours to regroup.

Turning Melissa down in person was even worse. Instead of just having your nice memories of Melissa to fuel the “call her back” fire, you had Melissa in front of you, in all of her stupidly gorgeous glory. She would smooth talk you a bit, like she did when you first began dating, making you blush and let out girlish giggles you didn’t recognize as yours. Then, once she had you all buttered up, she would ask you to come over. You would decline, but then you would see her throughout the day, thoroughly destroying any distraction you had. You almost said yes once, but Melissa had ended up going home early that day.

Today, you believed you were being tested. It was picture day and everyone tended to try and look their best. When you had walked into the gym during your planning period, you stopped in your tracks. Melissa was standing in line on the steps that led up to the stage, her left foot resting on the step higher and her back leaned against the wall. She was wearing a pink top with a black blazer on top along with her signature leather pants and her black boots. Her makeup was done nicely and her hair was perfectly curled.

You thought about turning back and going to your classroom, but then you remembered you don’t have another free period. Plus, if you didn’t get your picture taken today they would use last year’s photo in the yearbook, and that was a picture you were hoping to forget. You sighed and turned back around, walking over to the bottom of the stairs next to Melissa.

She looked up from her phone, lifting her glasses to rest on top of her head and smiling when she realized it was you. “Well, hello, gorgeous.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. Even after breaking up, she still made you feel like a love struck 17-year-old. The glasses on top of her head made her look even better, the way they pushed her hair away from her face made your heart swoon. You nearly asked her to take you back right then and there, but then you pinched yourself and stared at the wall.

“Hey, Melissa. You’re not looking too bad yourself.” You said, only sparing her a quick glance before going back to the wall. She raised her eyebrow at your odd behavior.

“It’s true, but I don’t think you’ve looked at me enough to really appreciate it.” She teased, leaning in to lightly elbow your arm.

“Don’t be silly, Melissa,” you scrambled to say, trying to cover your ass, “I’m looking at you for a normal amount of time.”

To prove your point, you turn your head to look Melissa in the eyes. Bad move. She was even prettier up close, if that were even possible. She was still leaning over, the close proximity made your mouth go dry and your cheeks begin heating up.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” She asked quietly.

Before you could think better of it, you blurted out, “I want you so bad, but you’re with Gary and I don’t want to be a home wrecker anymore and—“

“Woah, woah there, hon. Me and Gary were never that serious, there was no home to wreck.” She interrupted you. You stared at her for a minute, replaying her words in your head.

“Wait. ‘Was’? ‘Were’?” You repeated, not believing you heard that right.

“Yeah, me and Gary ain’t workin’ out.” She confirmed. You stared at her for another moment until the photographer was asking for the next person in line, which was her.

She put a hand on your shoulder, “Come find me after the kids leave, we’ll talk.”

You continued to stare as she walked over to the photographer and got her photo taken. She winked at you as she left the stage, leaving your cheeks warm. You then head up for your turn, grinning widely for your picture.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on, a mix of excitement and the fear of the unknown causing you to be unable to focus. It was too early in the year to start watching movies, so you had your students get a book from the library and come back to silently read. When the final bell rang, you almost jumped from your chair. You watched as your kids filtered out of the classroom and said goodbye to all of them, waiting a couple minutes before you gathered your things and walked downstairs to Melissa’s room.

The classroom was void of any kids when you got there, only Melissa at her desk. You walked in and Melissa looked up from her phone to smile at you. You pulled up a chair and sat across from her.

No matter what she says, you have to think rationally. You can’t immediately jump into bed with her, she’s your ex for a reason, you repeated in your head.

“You wanted to talk?” You asked, trying to contain your excitement for now.

“Yeah. About us.” She admitted. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

“What about us?”

She sighed, like she was frustrated that you couldn’t read her mind. Melissa hated talking about her feelings and would often not talk about them at all, you had forgotten how irritating it was. You were about to tell her you weren’t here to play guessing games with her, but then she spoke.

“I was an idiot for not realizin’ what I had when I was with you. I wanna try again.” You nearly pinched yourself. You had to be dreaming. Melissa? Being honest with you about her emotions? Hell must’ve frozen over.

There was a silence. You weren’t sure what to say. Melissa had been emotionally unavailable for the majority of your relationship, leaving you fighting tooth and nail to figure out what was going on in her head constantly. This was exhausting for you, and it was the primary reason you had broken up. However, it looked like she had made some progress since she was the one to ask you to talk. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to try again.

“Why now? I thought things were going well with Gary.” You asked.

She shrugged, “Gary was easier, I guess. He didn’t ask how I’m doing, he didn’t notice when I was upset.”

“So, you want me to be your therapist again?” You deadpanned. She huffed, this was obviously hard for her.

“You know that’s not what I meant. I just… You cared for me. Even on my worst days, you were patient with me. I don’t think anyone could make me feel the way you do. I wanna make you feel the way I felt.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise at what she was saying, it was everything you wished to hear from her.

“You mean that?”

She smiled and nodded, “I do, hon. I…I love you.”

Okay, you had to be dreaming. Melissa just poured her heart out to you and on top of it, she said she loved you.

You didn’t hesitate to say it back. “I love you too, Mel.”

“So, you wanna give me a second chance?” She asked, her eyes lighting up with hope. You nodded eagerly, not wanting to pass this up.

“Okay. Well then, how about dinner at my place?”

“Yes, of course.” You accepted her invitation without thinking about it.

She smiled before standing up and coming around the desk to stand beside you. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Good. You can come over around seven if you wanna help out.”

Now she’s gonna let you help make dinner? You must’ve fallen and hit your head this morning.

The two of you walked to the parking lot together, splitting up to go to your own cars. When you got home, you were barely able to sit still. You had a couple of hours before you had to be at Melissa’s house, so you spent the majority of that time getting ready.

You were on Facetime with Mira, getting her to help you pick out an outfit. You had explained the situation to her and while she supported you, she had her doubts.

“I just want you to be careful, babe.” She said.

You rolled your eyes as you stepped into your camera's view in a potential outfit. “She’s different now, I swear. She talked to me about how she felt, and I didn’t have to beg her to do it!”

Mira scoffed, “Wow, bare minimum. Not that top, it’s too formal for dinner at her place.”

You stepped out of frame again, pulling off the top and hanging it back up. You pulled a black sweater from your closet and put it on.

“The point is, she’s making progress. I can help her become better. How’s this?”

She sighs, “It’s good. I hope you have a good time, don’t forget brunch in the morning, and please, for the love of god, don’t sleep with her tonight.”

“I’m not going to sleep with her!”

You did end up sleeping with her. Dinner was fantastic and in the process of making it, Melissa only griped at you once. After dinner, the two of you talked for a while and before you knew it, Melissa had you pinned against her bed. You fell asleep that night, content and hopeful for the future.

The next morning you woke up abruptly, the sun leaking in through Melissa’s bedroom curtains. You sat up and looked for your phone, needing to see what time it was. When you couldn’t, you leaned over Melissa’s sleeping body to check the time on her phone. You turned it on and relaxed upon seeing that it was only 9:30. A message popped up as you held her phone and you looked at it instinctively. It was a message from Gary.

Good morning, beautiful. We still on for coffee later?

Your stomach turned as you read the text over and over again. You dropped her phone back on the nightstand and got out of her bed, throwing your half of the comforter on top of her. Melissa stirred, watching as you went around the room gathering your clothes.

“Hey, what’s the rush?” She asked, her voice hoarse from a mixture of sleep and the previous night’s activities.

“You told me you and Gary weren’t together. Why did you lie?” You didn’t halt your movements, throwing everything but your pants on the end of the bed.

Melissa sat up, gaze still on you. “What are you talking about, hon?”

You scoffed, “Don’t lie to me, Melissa. Gary just texted you. He wanted to know if you were still on for coffee.”

Her eyes widened and she picked up her phone, reading the text for herself. You rolled your eyes and began angrily pulling your pants on.

“Hon, I was meeting up with him to tell him we’re over.” She said, crawling to the foot of the bed to kneel in front of you.

“Bullshit.” You muttered, buttoning your pants.

Melissa’s hand reached up to cup your face and you jerked back, glaring at her. She dropped her hand, looking a bit hurt.

“Just look. Please?” She pleaded with you, holding up her phone for you to see. You huffed, looking at the phone screen. It was Melissa and Gary’s text messages, she told him she had something important to talk about and he seemed to be none the wiser, asking to go to a new coffee shop he heard about. She wasn’t lying. You felt guilty, all of the sudden. You had lashed out a bit and woke Melissa up for no reason.

“Sorry about that. I thought—“

“Don’t worry about it. I haven’t been the most upfront with you in the past, so I get it.” She interrupted, shrugging. She reached up again and this time you let her, leaning into her touch as she cupped your cheek.

“So that’s all it is? You’re breaking it off with him today?” You asked, she nodded.

“Yes. That’s it.”

You sighed, the anger and frustration that had rapidly built up slipping away by the second. She noticed the way your entire body relaxed from its previously tense state and gave you a warm smile.

“Why don't you let me apologize for scarin' ya?” She offered, a mischievous glint in her eyes as her hand left your cheek to hold your waist. “I’ll make you breakfast after.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at her, “I have to meet up with Mira for brunch at noon.”

“It’s only half past nine, hon.” Melissa raised up on her knees to begin kissing your neck, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin.

“You’ll make me late.” You protested weakly as she began trying to pull you into bed.

“I’ll be quick.” She promised. You resolve weakened as Melissa sucked lightly on your pulse point and when she pulled away, you huffed. She didn't respond, only looked at you with that shit-eating grin.

"Super quick?" You echoed. This time when she tried to pull you into bed, you let her. She rolled over on top of you, still grinning.

"I'll be so quick, you'll be begging for more."

The biggest lie she ever said.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for telling my mom not to invite grandma to my dead dad’s birthday dinner?

For context, my (19M) dad (44M) died in January of ‘24. He was a dick and I don’t miss him, but he was my mom (46F)’s husband and I’ve been there for her through the grieving process. Unfortunately, Mom’s mother (80F) has taken over my mom’s grief and has made it about her.

For what I mean, it’s that Grandma wouldn’t let my mom stand next to my dad as he was dying in the hospital bed from jaundice and cancer, was praying very loudly that her son-in-law would get better and putting her hands all over my dad’s chest, kept comparing what my dad was going through to how her 7th husband died back in ‘09 (also cancer but not the same), and overall was just obnoxious during the worst moment of my Mom’s life.

This isn’t a new thing for grandma to do. Grandma is just a dick. She’s openly racist against Asian people, she’s stupidly Homophobic (but not towards me because I’m family and I’m ber favoritr grandkid because I’m not afraid to talk smack about people who get on my nerves. barf.), and any achievement that my Mom receives, Grandma has a story about how she won something even better.

It has gotten worse when my Mom’s dad (85M) moved in with us for health reasons. Grandpa was Grandma’s 3rd husband and their marriage didn’t end amicably. Still, it’s been 40 years and Mom wants a relationship with her dad. Grandma HATES him. Constantly yelling at him for forgetting things when she comes over, brags about being there for us grandkids (I have two younger sisters) when we were little, and overall is just plain rude. My dad used to be able to just tell her to leave, but now that he’s gone, he can’t.

Well, last week would have been my dad’s 45th birthday. Mom wanted to celebrate by taking me and my youngest sister (the older sister just moved out for college and is across the country) to Dad’s favorite restaurant. As we were leaving, Mom was stressing very heavily about not inviting Grandma or Grandpa. She stressed about Grandpa because he often forgets to eat dinner and she stressed about Grandma because the old bitch has flamed my mom on Facebook for not being invited to events before, even though my mom knew that Grandma wouldn’t like those events (think late night soccer games, plays where I’m not a main role/has an 18+ theme, etc. stuff an old Christian woman who hates driving at night would hate)

I told Mom not to invite either grandparent and that the three of us (me, Mom, and little sister) should just go alone and enjoy some immediate family time. We did and we had a great time, talking with my little sister about her high school classes, talking shit about my mom’s coworkers, and me getting to infodump about Fallout because my mom just watched the tv show.

Towards the end of the night, my Mom gets a text from Grandma asking what we were up to for Dad’s birthday. I tell Mom not to answer and she doesn’t. Grandma then sends Mom a screenshot of the family Life360 map and starts sending walls off texts saying how hurt she is that she wasn’t invited, how neglected she is, how awful it is that she can’t spend time with the grandkids anymore, how Mom always prioritizes Grandpa over Grandma (he wasn’t even with us?) and shit like that. I take Mom’s phone and block Grandma for her since she’s sitting next to me, frozen and locked-up.

It’s been a week now and we haven’t spoken to Grandma. That’s fine by me, but I can see that my Mom is upset and regrets how the dinner went.

Here’s where I may be the asshole:

I was the one who said not to invite Grandma

I was the one who blocked Grandma

I butted my head into my Mom and Grandma’s relationship

Here’s why I think I’m not:

My mom has never been good at standing up for herself

My mom shouldn’t have to deal with this bullshit while grieving her fucking husband of 22 years

Not everything is about Grandma. She inserts herself into everything needlessly

TL;DR: Dad died. Went to dinner with my mom and sister to celebrate his birthday. Grandma found out and bitched a fit that she wasn’t invited. I took mom’s phone and blocked her. Now mom is stressing about losing her relationship with grandma. Aita?

[ironbabey]

July

Peter Parker x Reader

angst, maybe fluff?

Word Count: 1k

Inspired by the song July by Noah Cyrus

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I've been holding my breath, I've been counting to ten, over something you said

“So uh, what do ya say? Wanna give it a shot?” Please say yes please say yes please say yes-

“I’m sorry, I really am, but I’m gonna have to say no.”

No. He said no.

It took you months to work up the courage to finally tell him how you felt, ironically you told yourself the worst he could say was no. Fuck, it hurt.

You were crushed. “Oh uh, that's okay. We can just stay friends.” It’s not okay, you don’t want to be friends. Well, you do. You also wanted-no, hoped- for something more.

He smiled, god you loved that smile. It never failed to make your heart skip a beat, even breaking it at the same time.  “Glad this won’t change our friendship. I care about you a lot.” He says, you can hear the pity in his voice.

He cared, just not in the way you wanted.

I've been holding back tears, while you're throwing back beers, I'm alone in bed

You were always told rejection hurt but you didn’t think it’d be this painful. Peter went out while you were sulking in your bed. There’s more fish in the sea, right? You shouldn’t have fallen for him, everyone told you not to, and yet here you are.

How could you be so stupid?

Of course he didn’t like you.

You were nothing compared to her.

You didn't have the perfect teeth, the perfect hair, the perfect skin, the perfect...anything. You were just you.

You stupidly thought that it would be enough for him, she didn't even remember him, but you made new memories with him.

You know I, I'm afraid of change. Guess that's why we stay the same

You two were fighting now. It's your fault anyways. You lashed out on him just because he hadn’t reached out to you since that day. He's ignored your texts, calls, hell you even tried an email for the fun of it. He stilled ignored you.

The day you confessed really fucked things up.

You decided to be the bigger person and show up at his door. He would've known you were going over if he read your messages.

“I thought we agreed that wouldn’t change us. You said you wanted to be friends so why are you being such a dick?”

 “I’m being a dick? Oh, that’s real funny coming from you. I have a life full of other people, not just you. I don’t see why I have to be the one to do everything.”

You bit your lip and looked at the ground, embarrassed that you were acting childish, “No, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

So, tell me to leave, I'll pack my bags, get on the road

Peter let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, the soft hair you used to play with during the times you'd study together. “I think you should go. I can’t handle this—you—right now.”

You refused to cry in front of him. “Yeah, okay.” You grabbed your bag and slammed the door shut on your way out. You fucked everything up, didn’t you?

Find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know

A week went by, and he finally texted you, asking you to go over and talk it out. In the end you were still his best friend, and he didn't want to lose you.

You picked up a photo that was in a beautiful golden frame on the coffee table, you knew who the woman was, Peter talked about her all the time, and it killed you. You thought he was over her.

 “What are you doing with that?” He grabbed the framed photo from your hands as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

You blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out, “It was just sitting here, she’s pretty. Really pretty.”

Peter smiled, “Yeah, she was. The greatest too.”

‘Cause you remind me everyday, I’m not enough but I still stay

You two sat in uncomfortable silence. He wanted to make up, wanted things to be normal again, but you had other plans. You wanted answers. “What does she have that I don’t? What’s so different?”

He groaned. “Please, don’t start this right now.”

You stood up from the couch, “No! I want to know why you’re after someone who moved on. Someone who doesn't even rem-“

“She was the only one there for me through all of it! She helped me from beginning to end! I ruined everything just to make sure she got into the school she worked so hard for!" His voice went soft, he couldn't hold back the tears that went streaming down his face. His brown eyes were hardly visible through them, "She was all I had. She was the only girl that ever looked my way and actually liked me.”

Then what am I?

I've done a lot of things wrong, Loving you being one. But I can't move on

“What?”

“Then what am I?”, you repeated deep down you knew you were being a little selfish, but he had no right to say you didn't care, “I’ve been there for you. I’ve laughed with you, cried with you, I even fought with you and you’re still tossing me aside?”

“Listen-“

“No! You listen to me! I’ve done nothing but love and care about you but clearly that’s not enough! Nothing is ever enough for you! I-I’m not enough.”

Peter stood to hug you. To tell you that you was more than enough. To tell you he was just afraid of being more than what you were now.

If you want me to leave, then tell me to leave, and baby, I'll go

You moved away from his attempted hug. How dare he cry when it was him who was hurting you? “N-No, you don’t get-get to cry.” you choked out through your own tears.

“I’m sorry please just understand.” He begged.

“Tell me to leave. Tell me you don't want to see me again and I’ll stop. I’ll leave you alone just like you want.” That’s not what he wanted, not at all. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if you left him too.

“That’s not-I want you to stay.”

You remind me every day, I'm not enough, but I still stay

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

[hangeswif3]

Out of line

Warning: a little nsfw, maybe a bit yandere if u squint. Hange being possessive. Angstttt, no happy ending. They/them pronouns for Hange.

Summary: You and Hange break up, they don’t take it very well.

Note: This is just the second thing I write so please be nice, also English is not my first language so it might be kinda grammatically weird. Written in completely free form so I hope you understand. Thanks for reading <3

Hoping that Hange manages your breakup in a healthy way was a terrible mistake.

“What?” Hange answered turning to look at you, you can see how the confusion in her eyes turns to anger.

“I said we should breakup” you said with more anger than you intended “I’m so tired of you trying to push me back, you know im worth more than staying to do office work”.

You had gotten transferred to Hange’s squad not very long ago (against all odds, since you were on Levi’s squad before and you thought he didn’t transferred soldiers easily). And the truth is, you were a little worried about having a secret relationship with your section commander, but you never anticipated the real issue. Hange wanted to keep you inside the walls. You wanted to fight, you loved the rush to being out there, and you knew you were good. Hange knew that too. But they always found a way of leaving you behind, helping with the “logistics”.

So, you thought it was time for them to realize how stupid that decision was, and the only way to do it was by breaking up your personal relationship. Easy, right? Or so you thought.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about now, you wanna risk your life stupidly and you think I’ll let you if we’re not together” they stated, you can see how they are trying to control themselves.

After what seemed like forever, they smiled and said “Okay, we break up, but don’t think this ends here”. And they left.

Now, 2 months later it’s been a power game since. You can’t count the amount of times they have texted you drunk.

2:30 am Hange: wher are you? I’m outsde your room

2:31 am Hange: whoo are u with rm? It better not be that soldier I saw u with the othr day

3 missed calls from Hange

2:35 am Hange: amswer ur fcking phone

2:35 am Hange: I swear to god im gonna break down this door

2:40 am Hange: okay im srry just open the door pls

Only for you to get a “sorry about that” text the next morning.

Hange was extremely jealous when it came to you talking to any other person.

Even came to doubt about the friendly relationship you and Levi had.

Every time they saw you with Levi, or practicing fighting with a new soldier, they had to restrain themselves from going there and rip you apart from anyone who was touching you.

Cause they couldn’t do that anymore. You weren’t theirs.

But let’s face it, you didn’t wanna break up with them either, so when you saw them with some other soldier from Levi’s squad at a party, you couldn’t help but to drag them away.

“You’re out of line soldier” they said with a small smirk.

“Shut up” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“You’re a brat” Hange responded.

“And you’re sleeping now with Levi’s soldiers? Classy” you said with a humorless laugh.

The commander leaned a little to whisper in your ear “I have to keep myself entertained, otherwise I’d come back and fuck you senseless for even suggesting that we do this”

After all that, they ended up eating you out in the nearest restroom.

That was the beginning of your routine.

It was a common reoccurrence now, you made each other jealous, you fought, then fuck, then came back to the “break up”.

All to come back the the same reason of the breakup, they didn’t wanna risk your life.

Hange had lost a lot of people on the way, but they couldn’t bare to lose you. Everything but you. So they kept you inside the walls, and they’d keep doing so.

That was your routine until they couldn’t take it anymore. Until their jealousy got the best of them.

It was a normal day for you, you were just practicing fighting with Levi, he kept helping you practice and getting better. You missed fighting titans, you missed the last two expeditions due to Hange’s need of leaving you out of it.

“Pay attention brat” Levi said kicking your legs and knocking you down.

“Ugh” you responded standing up, feeling a little dizzy.

“Wow there” Levi quickly grabbed you by the waist when you stumbled, getting you close to him, in an awkward position. “You good?” He asked.

You still felt a little dizzy but just nodded, looking at him, noticing how you were extremely close together.

Hange was looking from afar, this was a normal reoccurrence, they used to look at you from afar sometimes, that was their way of keeping you in check. Making sure no one did anything they weren’t supposed to.

They were already annoyed by you and Levi getting so friendly, but they had perfect control over them. But when they saw Levi’s hands on your waist, and the way you were looking at him, Hange saw red. They couldn’t help but to walk slowly towards you two.

You weren’t the first to notice. You just saw how Levi was smirking until you turned your head and saw Hange. At first you thought it was gonna be a normal fight-fuck think between you two, but the face they had, you knew it was dangerous, and for a moment you were afraid of what was going to happen.

“Fucking finally” Levi said “she needs to go to the infirm…”

He was interrupted by Hange punching him on the jaw, Hange was wearing rings per usual, so quickly Levi started to bleed. This made him a little confused so he stumbled back. When you saw Levi looking back at Hange you didn’t know what could happen, so you stood between them, trying to push Hange away.

“You’re a dead man” Hange said in a deep voice, a voice you had never heard before.

“Stop Hange, let’s go” you said, trying to pull them away with you. But they stayed there, looking at Levi.

It seemed like an eternity, Levi and Hange where looking at each other, you saw Levi deciding what to do in his mind. A crowd was forming around them, the punch certainly attracted many people’s attention.

“Please” you said, just wanting to go.

Hange finally looked at you, you couldn’t believe what was happening, until they looked at Levi and said “don’t ever lay a finger on her again”. Before letting you drag them away from there.

Levi just smirked, knowing what this was about.

You dragged them to their office and closed the door behind you, before turning back to them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You said, your heartbeat still going at a thousand.

“Why was he touching you?” Was the only thing they said.

“What the fuck? Levi? Really?” Was all you could say.

They walked up to you, lifted you up by the waist and sat you on their desk, putting both their hands on their desk at each side of you and leaning closer.

“Why. Did. He. Touch. You?” They repeated, clearly annoyed and more angered.

You just wanted this to be over, you could see how angry they were. “We were just practicing and I got dizzy so he helped me not to fall”

“Bullshit” they said slowly, hitting the desk and backing up, passing their hand through their hair. “Why do you keep doing this to me?” They said, almost painfully.

“To you?” You laughed ironically “I am the one that’s gonna be the new scandal around here thanks to your little act”

That just seemed to annoyed them more.

“Can’t you see this, I was just trying to protect you” they said, now referring to the breakup.

Finally you looked at them. They looked exhausted, like they hadn’t slept for days.

“I can protect myself” there was no backing up now.

“But I can’t. I can’t focus on protecting my squad when all I can think about is you being safe. I can’t” they said painfully.

“So what do you want me to do?” You finally said, tired of all this.

“Quit the corps” they said.

“What?”

“Quit the corps, come live with me. We can be free together, we can have a nice house and you’ll be mine”

You sighed, you couldn’t believe they were asking you this, they knew how important this was for you. But you love them too.

“Would you quit with me?”

“What?” They asked, clearly confused.

“If I am going to quit my dream for you, it’s only fair for you to quit the corps to be with me, if you love me”

Hange stayed silent, it was too much. You knew how much they loved titans, and science, it was their nature, and it was why you loved them.

After a long silence, you knew the answer. You didn’t notice you were crying until you could taste a salty tear. You cleaned your face with your hand before speaking.

“I’ll request a change in squad in the morning” was all you said with the strongest voice you could muster.

Im sorryyyy, should I make a part two of this? Thanks for reading. Love u.

[gyumibear]

💖 create a sim(p)! — 13: brand new start

synopsis — after stupidly claiming on stream that you’ve been dating popular youtuber choi beomgyu in secret after accidentally creating an identically looking sim, you beg him not to reveal your lie to the public when it goes viral. weirdly, he agrees and you two begin to fool the public. can your lie become the truth or will it eventually catch up with you?

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a/n — this has a written part (wc: 417) under the cut! the other sns parts continue under that. warnings for this chapter: cursing, wishing death on someone (joke), friend group beef and mentions of crying.

“Hey.” 

It’s like every conversation the two of you have starts like this. Awkward, but now even more so because he’s here. He’s standing at your front door with his suitcase and… You hate to say it, but he looks… really good. He’s always been attractive to you, but with his light blue beanie and effortlessly cool outfit, he’s perfect. God, it’s like seeing a celebrity in person. Not that Beomgyu wasn’t a celebrity, but it was different because you at least knew him as a person. God, you were thinking like an idiot.

“Can I come in or are you gonna keep gawking?” It sounded like he was being rude, but the mischievous smirk on his face said otherwise. Was Beomgyu… flirting with you?

“Oh shit, yeah.” You waved your hands, moving to the side so he could enter. “And I wasn’t gawking.”

“Sure...” He didn’t believe you one bit.

It was a bit nerve-wracking to have Beomgyu in your place. It’s not like you liked him or anything, but… unconsciously it was like you wanted him to approve of you and your surroundings. It was embarrassing how he was staring at everything and the pictures you had around. Sure Soobin and Kai lived there too, but you had done most of the decorating. If he didn’t like it… You’d probably melt into the floor.

“Who’s idea was the sky blue walls?” 

“What- Oh, Soobin’s… It’s one of his favorite colors.”

“Mm.” Beomgyu nodded to himself, continuing to walk around your apartment. “It’s nice.”

“Thanks.”

You didn’t really know what to say. You had had friends over before, but… Beomgyu didn’t really count as a friend, did he? Not yet, anyway. He was just a “business partner.” 

You brushed your thoughts aside, continuing to show Beomgyu around. For courtesy’s sake, and because he was already pissed at you, you told Beomgyu Soobin’s room was off limits. You’d be sleeping in Kai’s room while Beomgyu stayed in yours. That was another room you were worried about Beomgyu’s opinion on, but you knew it’d be wrong to have him stay in your friends’ rooms. 

You let Beomgyu do his own thing, not wanting to hover. He seemed fine enough with that.

You figured you needed to text your friends back anyway. Your phone had been going a bit crazy since you had used it last. You hoped it wasn’t your friends telling you that they had gotten into trouble or that they had just found out Beomgyu was wanted in seventeen states or something.

© GYUMIBEAR. do not repost, modify or translate my work onto other social media sites.

[captainsophiestark]

Subtext

Enzo St. John x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Prompt: “I never said that!”

Summary: Y/N and Liv Parker have ended up with an absolutely terrible group project partner for one of their Whitmore classes. When Y/N texts her boyfriend to complain about it, however, he may or may not have a good solution to the problem.

Word Count: 1,810

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Alright, so I was thinking we could-"

"Oh shit, wait, I just had a great idea!"

I clenched my teeth and fought the urge to strangle Brendon, the only male and non-supernatural-adjacent member of my group project. Across the table I could see Liv Parker, my other group member, fighting to resist the same.

We'd been put in a group project together for one of our Whitmore classes, and although Liv and I had occasionally been on opposite sides of the supernatural drama, we'd quickly formed an alliance to deal with Brendon. He'd established himself as a total asshole who talked over both of us, restated our ideas pretending they were some new thing he'd come up with, and blatantly ignored everything else we said. He was the enemy, and as soon as this group project was over, I was never going to speak to him again.

I pulled out my phone under the table while Brendon droned on, laying out something stupidly simple like Liv and I needed careful explanations of every step. I glanced between her and my phone, and I could see in her eyes that she was daydreaming about using a little magic to get some slow, painful revenge.

I pulled up the text thread between me and my boyfriend, Enzo, and quickly typed out a message:

Me: Brendon is back on his bullshit again

I'd been complaining about Brendon to Enzo pretty much since the first day of the group project. I looked up to check back in with him and Liv, but he was in the middle of trying to diagram out one of the simplest possible concepts from class on a paper. My phone buzzed with an incoming text, and I happily went back to ignoring him.

Enzo: Do you want me to kill him for you?

I snorted, then quickly brought a hand to my face to try and hide the laugh. I looked up to find Brendon shooting me a dirty look.

"Y/N, you have to pay attention."

"Believe it or not, Brendon, I already know how to do the shit we went over ten times in class."

He scoffed, then segued back into his explanation. I looked at Liv in disbelief, and she gave me an over dramatic eye roll.

Ignoring Brendon, I looked back at my phone to respond to Enzo. If I didn't respond in the next few minutes, Enzo might mistake my silence as an affirmative answer to his question.

Me: NO. I've literally never answered yes to that question

Enzo: I keep waiting for the day

I rolled my eyes, then sent him the eye roll emoji. I had no doubt Enzo really would take somebody out for me if I asked him to, and to be honest, I wasn't sure how to feel about that.

Enzo: So you don't want me to do anything?

Me: I want you to let me whine about him

The typing bubble appeared and disappeared a few times, then finally another message came through.

Enzo: And there's not ANYTHING else

Me: Enz, we've been dating long enough that I feel like you know I'm not going to say 'come here and terrify the shit out of him with your vampire face'

Me: Like... you know that's not going to happen

I waited a few minutes for Enzo's reply, but the response bubbles never popped up again. He'd either gotten distracted, or was just disappointed that I wasn't going to turn him loose on my classmate. Oh well. He'd be fine.

I looked back up, deciding it was finally time for me to tune back into this meeting so we could hopefully actually get something done. Liv looked on the verge of finally snapping and murdering Brendon, so I jumped in to cut off his current lecture.

"Alright, Brendon, this is great, but I think we need to focus on actually making progress with our project-"

Before I could continue (or, more likely, before Brendon could interrupt me), a blur shot into the room and ripped Brendon out of his chair. I whirled around once I realized what had happened to find Enzo suddenly in the room, holding Brendon against the wall by his throat with his fangs bared.

"Hello, Brendon," he said, every syllable dripping with venom. "I heard you've been a bit of a dick to my girlfriend in the course of this project."

I glanced at Liv, who had the biggest possible grin on her face as she watched everything unfold. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, then pushed back out of my chair and moved towards my boyfriend.

"Enzo!" I shouted. He turned to me, eyebrows raised, and Brendon looked between the two of us in terror. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"You said you wanted me to take care of this idiot for you," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "So that's what I'm doing."

"Why didn't you call him sooner?" called Liv from across the room. She'd kicked her feet up on the desk to watch events unfold like she was in a movie theater.

"I never said that!" I cried, ignoring Liv. Enzo raised an eyebrow, then continued to hold Brandon against the wall with one hand as he reached into his pocket for his cellphone with the other.

"You said, and I quote..." He cleared his throat, then read from his phone. "I'm not going to say 'come here and terrify the shit out of him with your vampire face'."

He looked back up at me like that was the ultimate checkmate, but I just threw my hands up to emphasize that he'd just made my point, not his own.

"Love, you were saying loud and clear with your subtext that you were never going to say it outright, but that that's exactly what you wanted me to do!"

"I- oh my God." I slapped a hand to my forehead, trying to comprehend the situation we'd just ended up in. I shook my head as my hand fell back to my side and looked at Enzo in disbelief. He still clearly couldn't believe I wasn't supporting his reading of my text. "Babe, you can't just go around doing this to people. My text was supposed to remind you of that. Like, I'm never going to say it because you can't just do that to people you don't like. Not that I'm never going to say it as in I secretly want you to do it without me outright admitting it!"

"Well that's boring," said Enzo with an eyeroll. Brendon whimpered as my boyfriend's disapproving gaze fell back on him. Enzo held his stare for a few beats, and just when I thought Brendon might have a heart attack, Enzo looked back at me. "So you really want me to just wipe his memory and let him go back to being an asshole?"

I paused, staring at Enzo as I turned the options over in my mind. Morally, that would probably be the right thing to do. But the thought of sitting through the rest of this two hour meeting with Brendon being a dick for the entirety of it, not to mention the rest of our month-long project? I couldn't quite take it.

I took a deep breath and gave Enzo a meaningful look.

"Yes... I want you to wipe his memory."

Enzo stared at me for a few beats, and as my words sunk in and I held his stare, a shit-eating grin slowly rose on his face as he realized what I was trying to communicate.

"You know love, moments like this are why I read so much into your texts."

I shrugged. "That's fair."

With that, Enzo turned back to Brendon and looked him dead in the eyes. I noticed Liv shifting forward in her seat out of the corner of my eye, now that things had gotten slightly more interesting, but I didn't take my eyes off my boyfriend as he began his compulsion.

"You are going to completely forget everything that's happened over the past ten minutes, especially me," he said, his tone firm. "And you are also going to stop interrupting people during project meetings. You will listen closely to Y/N and Liv, and if they have a good idea, you will recognize it. And you will not waste anyone else's time by explaining concepts, facts, and knowledge that they already understand. If they don't ask you to explain it, don't explain it."

With that, he quickly broke eye contact with Brandon and turned back to me.

"Anything else?"

"I mean, it'd be kind of nice if he were on time more often."

Enzo grinned, then turned back to Brendon. "And make sure you're on time for group project meetings."

He held Brendon's stare for another beat, letting the menacing vampire powers really take full effect, then he dropped Brendon and took a few steps back. He, Liv, and I all had ridiculous grins on our faces, and despite the moral gray area, I couldn't help being happy with what we'd done.

"Alright love, I'm out of here," said Enzo, coming to give me a quick kiss before heading for the door. "I'll pick you up after study group with coffee!"

"I love you!"

He grinned and waved over his shoulder as he headed out the door, and I found a smile on my own face as I rejoined Liv at the table. She raised an eyebrow at me, giving me a look that clearly said Really? I just shrugged.

After another few moments, Brendon finally snapped out of his stupor. He seemed confused to find himself standing in the corner of the room, but shook it off and rejoined Liv and I at the table. He cleared his throat and quickly retook his seat, looking from me to Liv to our project and back again.

"Alright, uh, so... where were we?"

"I was just about to share an idea I had about what we could do for the first part of our project," I said.

Brendon nodded. "Great, let's hear it."

I smirked and glanced across the table at Liv. She gave me a little nod of recognition and appreciation, and with that, I started laying out my idea. Brendon didn't interrupt me once, and he proved to be a much better, more manageable group member for the rest of the session.

When Enzo picked me up after we'd finished working for the day, we shared a knowing smile as Liv and Brendon headed in their own, separate directions. Sure, sometimes Enzo and I weren't perfectly on the same page, and it led to some complicated misunderstandings. But the majority of the time, we were perfectly in sync. And the two of us working in perfect harmony made a wonderfully terrifying pair.

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Play With Me Like a Child: Carly Jones x Bo Sinclair

Warnings: Carly and Bo are both 18, PinV, fingering, Bo somewhat being Bo, (anything else I missed please tell me)

A/N: Day 3! day 3 day 3 day 3! dayyyy 3! I changed this idk how many times and landed on Carly x Bo so now y’all get this!

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Day 3

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The school bell rings and Carly is quick to get up and make her way to her locker to grab the rest of her things.

Nick told her not to wait up on him, he and Dalton were going to be hanging out tonight. Carly took this chance at lunch to ask Paige is she wanted to hang out. Unfortunately her and Blake were going on a date tonight.

Which means Carly is going to be alone. She hasn’t been alone on a Friday night since her freshman year. But last week changed everything. Her and Wade finally had a serious talk about him coming to New York with her.

Wade didn’t take it well, he spent the whole year trying to avoid this talk knowing sooner or later it’d have to come. Last week was when it came and Wade tried so hard to get Carly to stay and Carly tried so hard to get Wade to go. They couldn’t come to a conclusion and it ended in their break up.

The whole school caught on quickly to it, but that wasn’t saying much as their class alone was only 75 students. Still, it was embarrassing. Everyone and their mother thought Wade and Carly would never break up, that they’d be High School Sweethearts. Now that they weren’t together anymore she could hear whispers of people wondering if true love really did exist.

Did Carly and Wade really set the bar that high?

The dirty blonde girl sighs as she frustratingly opens her locker. She puts the text books she doesn’t need away and pulls out homework she didn’t finish in class that she’d have to do over the weekend. One more month of this shit, then she was free.. until September that is, but even then it’s be a whole new set of work.

“Carly.”

The teen jumps slightly and looks to her right. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she slams her locker shut.

“What do you want Sinclair?” She looks at him with her brow raised. The brunet has a crooked smile on his face. Carly knows how charming it is, but so does every other girl at this school.

“Just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out tonight.” He replies, shrugging nonchalantly. Carly maneuvers around him and makes her way to the school’s entrance.

“Why would I wanna hang out with you?” She asks, not even trying to hide her annoyance. The oldest Sinclair brother catches up to her and begins to walk at a similar pace as Carly.

“Cause you don’t have anything better to do.” He answers, Carly glares up at him, making Bo snort. “Listen, I don’t have anything better to do either. You’re free, I’m free. I’m single, you’re single. We can go out tonight. Everything is on me.”

“Are you serious? A week after I’ve been broken up with and you wanna ask me out?”

Bo stops in his tracks and laughs stupidly at himself. “Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that.”

Carly is quick to turn around. “What did you mean by it then? Huh? You think this is some joke?” Her face turns red from embarrassment and anger. Instead of Bo getting pissed back at her, he holds his hands up.

“No, hun, I just think you need to have a fun night out is all. Relax a bit.”

The teen takes a deep breath and looks down. “Fine. But none of your, ‘Sinclair funny business’.”

“Anything for you. I’ll pick you up at 6.”

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A truck horn honks loudly outside of Carly’s house making her cringe. Of course Bo had to let everyone in Ambrose know that Carly Jones was hanging out with him.

She grabs her satchel with money and her phone and walks downstairs. “Who’re you hanging out with?” Her mom asks. It’s not suspicious, yet Carly’s heartbeat picks up pace.

“Just Paige.” She smiles and goes to hug and kiss her mom on the cheek. Her mom would murder her if she found out she was actually hanging out with a Sinclair boy.

“Okay, well. Have fun tonight and be careful!”

The teen nods her head and leaves the house. Bo’s truck blasts heavy metal music and if Carly’s mom had come out here. She would’ve known right away her daughter was lying to her.

Nervously the girl opens the passenger’s door and she gets in. Her classmate turns down the music and starts to back out of the driveway.

“You look good.” He comments as he drives down the small town roads. She looks at Bo who wears a flannel with rolled up sleeves and jeans.

“You too. Your uh-hair is nice.”

God, why is she so nervous. This isn’t a date, she literally grew up with him too.

Bo smirks and combs his fingers through his curls. “Thanks.”

“So, where are we going tonight?” Carly asks, her fingers fumble with a loose string on her shirt.

“There’s a lake a few miles out. Figured we could shoot some cans and talk for a bit. Brought picnic shit too.”

“Mmm, you sure this isn’t a date?” Carly teases. She doesn’t mean to be but she ends up sounding more annoyed than playful when asking the question.

Honestly what he was taking her to do sounded a lot more fun than doing homework. It actually sounded more fun than what Wade usually had planned. A movie of some sort, it was always one in town, one at his house, or one of those drive-ins. Those would get so boring after so long and it wasn’t like they did anything together. Any advances she made would get brushed off.

“It’s whatever you want it to be.”

Bo parks the truck under some trees and gets out, Carly following close behind him. He grabs his shotgun and a bag and the two of them start to walk into a large field.

“Over by the peach tree.” Bo points. “I found this spot years ago, I take my brothers here sometimes. I’m surprised no one else has found it yet.”

“Why bring me here then?” Carly asks.

“You won’t tell anyone. Paige is just as city girl as you are so why would she come out here? Nick hasn’t hung out with you in years and Wade.. well ya know.” Bo explains, he sets down his gun against the tree and drops the bag next to it.

“Well why aren’t your brothers here?” Carly yells, Bo is yards away setting up the cans again, he glares at Carly but she doesn’t back down from her question when he doesn’t answer.

She flops down in a shitty lawn chair as Bo comes back up.

“Nuh-uh-uh. You’re up first.” Bo gestures his hands towards himself, he grabs his shotgun and hands it to Carly.

Carly looks down at it and then over at Bo. “I’ve never-“

“God, you really are a city girl.” Bo teases, his signature crooked smile comes in his face. Carly’s stomach churns and her face gets a bright pink in embarrassment.

“I’m not, I grew up with you Sinclair! I just never learned how to shoot a gun.” Carly grumbles. Her grip tightens defensively on the barrel of the gun.

“Well that’s just bad parenting. Come on. I’ll teach ya.”

Carly and Bo walk so they’re facing towards the old shitty fence with the cans on top of it. He takes the gun from Carly’s hands and sets it down. “Do this.” Bo crosses his arms but holds his elbows up and Carly mimics Bo. She watches closely as Bo takes his hand and pokes next to her shoulder but below her collar bone. “Gonna want the butt of the gun right here. It’s gotta be comfortable.” He says. “Your feet like this.” One toe faces forward and the other is pointed right slightly. Again Carly mimics Bo, not wanting to fuck anything up and get herself or even him killed. “Good.”

The teen’s heart swells but she shuts down the emotion immediately. Bo hands her the gun and puts her hands where they need to be, the emotions she feels for Bo coming right back up as if she didn’t just get out of a relationship just last week.

“Gotta keep both eyes open. Right eye stares right down the barrel.”

Carly nods her head. The brunet goes behind her and looks at her stance. She feels his eyes wandering, making her gulp. “If you think this is some way to check me out you have another thing coming, cause who’s the one with the gun Sinclair.” Carly’s tone is defensive. She’s scared, she can’t fall in love again, not when she’s going to be leaving this small town and especially not when it’s Bo Sinclair, who is far worse than any man out there.

Except if he’s so bad, why’d she go somewhere with him… alone.

“I ain’t gonna do shit, I’m makin’ sure you’re not gonna hurt yourself. Geez.” Bo sighs. She can tell he’s shaking his head at her. “I want you aiming at that rusty can in the middle.”

Carly listens her eye focuses on the can. “Safety off.”

She turns it off and shoots, the bullet hits just below the can. Into the wood of the fence. She aims again, this time higher and shoots. The can knocks down.

“Hell yeah!” Bo whistles with his teeth excitedly. “There we go!” Carly’s adrenaline picks up and she blushes.

The two manage to shoot cans for a couple of hours before they sit down and eat dinner.

“Ain’t much but it’s what I make Vincent and Les when we come out ‘ere.” Bo says biting into the chicken salad sandwich he made. Carly takes a bite too and leans back in the lawn chair.

The sun is starting to set, she looks at it then over at Bo. “Why didn’t they come?” She can’t help but ask about his brothers again, Bo’s quiet. She knows he’s reluctant to answer.

“Vincent’s getting caught up with the Wax Museum and Les made some friends of his own.” Bo replies. Carly nods in acknowledgment. “Is it true why Wade broke up with you?” Bo asks, he finishes up his sandwich and takes a sip of his beer which Carly never commented on.

“You mean him not wanting to go to New York with me? Yeah.” She answers, honestly up until now she forgot about Wade’s existence. She didn’t feel anything towards him anymore. Originally she was sad but now, who cares? He was never going to change his mind and she should’ve known that from the beginning of their relationship Freshmen year.

“He’s fuckin’ dumb.”

Carly furrows her brows and looks at Bo. “How so?”

“Because, he had one chance to get the hell outta here. Honestly if my girlfriend asked me if I wanted to go to college with her, I would’ve! Ambrose doesn’t provide shit. You get a whole new life away from this place and he takes it for granted.” Bo rants, he’s now standing up and pacing, Carly shrugs.

“Yeah, guess he wasn’t feeling it.” Carly mumbles, Bo looks at her.

“He didn’t deserve you. Fuckin’ hope you know that.” He huffs and shakes his head. Carly finishes her sandwich and chugs down her water.

“Yeah and that’s why I broke up with him Sinclair. Let’s just, forget about it, okay?”

The boy nods his head and takes another sip of his beer. Carly looks up at the peach tree and looks to see a single peach hanging from a branch.

“I can get it for you, if you want it.”

Carly feels how close Bo is behind her.

“Oh no! I was just-“

Bo drops his beer bottle on the dirt and climbs into the tree impulsively. Carly gasps.

“Bo! Get down here, I don’t want you hurting yourself!” She squeaks. On the ground she follows Bo as he walks and crawls to the branch where the ripe peach hangs.

“Oh god, please it’s not even that far of a drop!” Bo shakes the branch with his legs making all sorts of reactions come from Carly. Bo chuckles and before she knows it, Carly has to stop because of the water. Bo reaches up to grab the peach and smirks once he does grab it and shows it off to Carly. She nervously plays with her dirty blonde hair.

“See, nothing to be afraid of.”

“Okay, stop showing off and get back down here!” Worry still laces the girl’s voice. It had every right to as she hears the tree branch snap and then a large SPLASH. She gasps and runs towards the water. “BO?!”

Quickly she toes off her boots and jeans and jumps into the water. It’s not to shallow and not to deep, but with the sun setting it was harder to see what was underneath.

Bo come up before Carly can fully give under. He wears a goofy smile and it still holding the peach for Carly. The fort blonde huffs at the brunet. “You’re not funny! I told you to be careful!” She starts to walk out of the water and grabs her clothes and boots. Bo comes out after her.

“I was very careful! And I got your peach. Bo combs his hair back and out of his face and Carly glares at him. He makes it really hard with how he’s looking at her, she really wants to smile but she still is a little pissed.

Bo waves the peach in her face and she takes it, biting into it. The juice falls from her lips, down her chin and onto her chest. She wipes her mouth and raises a brow holding the peach out for him to take a bite from. He eyes her and takes it, biting the same amount she did and feeling as the sticky nectar drips down his chin too. Carly takes another bite, but this time from his hand and he finishes it off.

When Bo done chewing he grabs Carly’s face and kisses her deeply. Her lips and his both tasting like the fruit they just ate. Carly doesn’t even hesitate, she knows what she wants. Her fingers entangle in Bo’s wet hair and she lets out a small moan.

“Let’s-let’s go back to my truck.” Bo mumbles breathlessly. Carly nods and everything is quickly packed up as the last part of the sun sinks under the horizon.

Bo chucks the bag and gun in the bed of the truck before opening the hatch and lifting Carly onto it. Messily he kisses and licks at Carly’s jaw, his wet clothes getting thrown off in the process. He easily unclips Carly’s bra and she slips it off. When Bo’s hands reach her panties though both of them stop, panting and staring into each others eyes.

“Do you-“

“I’m a virgin.”

Bo backs up and looks at her. “You’re tellin’ me Wade had one of the prettiest girls in Ambrose and he didn’t fuck her once?” He growls. Carly nods her head.

“Got on birth control cause he said he wanted to. He never took my advances though so I never asked.”

“Such a goddamn cuck.” Bo rolls his eyes. Cary laughs which makes Bo smile. “Do you want me to?” His face drops into something genuine and it makes Carly happy.

She looks away but then back at Bo. “Yeah. I’m sick of waiting.”

Bo is slow with her. He grabs her hips and pulls down her panties. He stairs at her dark and hairy mound and almost drools, his thick sigh it’s dipping between her legs and pushing into her. She feels her pussy stretch and grabs onto Bo’s arm.

It feels good, so much better than her own fingers.

Bo’s thumb circles her clit lightly causing Carly to squirm and let out a tiny squeal. He leans down and kisses her cheek. “So tight. Gonna take good care of you.” He promises. Carly nods, her mouth wide open yet she’s unable to speak as his fingers curl in her. Wet noises come from her pussy as he pleasures her and she lets out breathy moans.

“God, I wanna fuck this pussy. This is a good pussy. So goddamn tight.” Bo growls into her ear and bites on her jaw lightly.

He pulls his fingers out and sucks on them as he adjusts himself, getting ready to fuck into Carly.

Carly looks at his huge cock then up into Bo’s blue eyes.

“Don’t worry. I don’t wanna hurt ya. I’ll be slow.”

Slowly Bo slides into Carly and she arches her back. Both of them letting out loud moans. She takes his face in her hands and pulls him down, kissing him messily. Without warnings Bo starts to grind into Carly.

The dirty blonde doesn’t care, she rolls her hips into him and lets out soft pants. Bo’s cock stretches her out with every thrust. Bo kisses and licks her neck gripping onto her hips trying to get more leverage. The truck creaks and groans underneath them.

“You feel so good around me. Squeezin’ me just right city girl.”

The nickname causes Carly’s pussy to pulsate around Bo making him groan more and almost fall on top of her. He keeps thrusting, his hand moves up and thumb caresses her nipple before he pinched it lightly. Carly yelps in surprise which signals Bo not to stop.

Carly’s legs start to shake as she feels her stomach tighten and she starts to sweat.

“I’m gonna cum. Please.” He pinches her nipple again.

“Fuck, yeah you are. You gonna cum around my cock? You gonna let me cum in you?”

Bo’s nose nuzzles against Carly’s cheek and he gives her a wet kiss. She nods and Bo smirks.

“Gotta hear you say it.”

Carly moans and Bo slows down slightly.

“Come on. Then you can cum.”

Carly wiggles trying to get more friction but Bo’s hands hold her in place. “Fuck.. fuck Bo just cum in me! Make me yours!” Carly screams, Bo starts up his pace again and it takes Carly right over the edge. Her back arches as her pussy spasms. She lets out high pitched squeals and cries into the night sky.

Bo falls over the edge rig after her. He bucks repeatedly into her pussy, filling her up just right. He grunts and falls onto her.

“Fuck you felt so good.” He sounds out of breath.

Bo looks at Carly and caresses her face, moving her sweaty hair out of it. He slides out of her causing her to whine. “Sorry, I gotta get you cleaned up.” He says, getting up, he grabs his flannel and wipes her pussy clean. He then pulls Carly back on top of him and the two lay there like that. The night air feeling warm against their skin.

“Do you wanna come to New York with me?”

Carly lets out a small gasp, no, she didn’t mean to ask Bo that. Not at all. No, that’s embarrassing, she tries to get up, but neither Bo or her own body let her.

Instead she hears Bo laughing, she can tell his nose is scrunched up.

“Ask me again in August. I think it’s too soon for you to think you’d wanna room with me.”

Carly opens her mouth to speak but shuts it again and nods. Bo plays with her hair and kisses her head a few times. The two lay there almost all night talking about everything and anything which each other. Catching up on all those years they despised each other.

[canirove]

Bluebell | Chapter 11

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"Can I come in?" Lindsey says after knocking on my office's door.

"Yes, of course. Did the French couple already leave?"

"Yep. They were super happy, said that they will give us five stars."

"Great. What are you hiding there?"

"Just... A bottle of champagne!" she says, putting it on the table, a big grin on her face.

"What are we celebrating?"

"That this summer has been one of the best this business has ever seen" she says, struggling to open it.

"It has been a really good summer, yes." At least when it comes to Daisy's, because on my personal life...

The days after the reopening were the worst, and if it hadn't been because of my mum, Lindsey and Mrs. Smart, I would probably still be lying on my bed, feeling sorry for myself like happened when I found out about my ex cheating on me.

Mason decided to completely avoid me, which means that I haven't seen him in almost three months. Ben and Declan obviously supported him, he is their best friend. And even though we've shared some texts to check how we were doing, I haven't seen them either.

Victoria went completely crazy, telling people horrible things about me and Rúben, but especially about me. Things that weren't true, of course. Most people didn't believe her, but I've noticed how some women give me weird looks. She also tried to sabotage Daisy's, writing bad reviews online, but people didn't seem to care. One Italian woman even said to me: "two men at the same time? Good for you."

And Rúben... When I told him I had been seeing Mason while also being with him, he didn't seem to care. Now that everyone knew about us, he wanted us to properly date, to make it official. But I didn't, I wasn't ready for it. At first he didn't mind, he understood my reasons. Then we started to see each other less and less because I was either busy or too tired, and now it's been a month since the last time we were together.

"Stop thinking about men" Lindsey says, finally opening the bottle. "They are not worth it."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Let's make a toast. To being single and not wanting to mingle. To loving ourselves. Because we, come first."

"To us" I say, raising my glass.

"To us" Lindsey repeats.

"I'm going to miss you, you know?"

"It'll be just six months. Then once I've finally finished my studies, I'll come back here to make sure you don't do anything stupid. Like opening your legs for those two again."

"Lindsey!" I laugh. "But don't worry. It won't happen."

"Meow!"

"Dixie doesn't seem to agree."

"He is going to be the only man in my life for a long time. I promise" I say, petting his head and making him purr.

"Cheers to that" Lindsey says, refilling my glass.

"Are you planning on getting me drunk on your last day here?"

"Just slightly tipsy. Enough to make you sing Taylor Swift."

"That will never happen. Like ever."

"You almost quoted one of her songs, it's working!"

"Love you, Lindsey" I say, sticking out my tongue.

"Love you too, boss."

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"But do I really have to go? What if a new guest comes and there is no one here to welcome them?"

"No one is coming, everyone will be at the main square singing carols" Lindsey says.

"But..."

"Don't" my mum says. "I came here to spend Christmas with my daughter and enjoy all the traditions Bluebell has, and the carols singing at the square is one of the main ones. So put on your coat, and let's go."

"Meow!" Dixie says.

"Fine, ok, I'm going. You all are clearly against me. You included" I say, pointing at Dixie. He just meows again, curling into a ball on the sofa.

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"I'm gonna miss him when he leaves" Mrs. Smart says with a big sigh while looking at Rúben. He's at the stage they've set for the town's choir, getting everything ready to start the singing. And, of course, he looks like he just came from a fashion magazine, looking stupidly handsome with his beanie, his scarf, his coat...

"Is it true that he won't be running for the re-election, then?" my mum asks. That had been the latest rumour in town, that Rúben wanted a change, and his days as Mayor were over.

"In this town, rumours usually become true" Mrs. Smart says.

"And what is he going to do?"

"I guess he'll go back to being a lawyer. Maybe move to the city" she shrugs.

"Are you guys in the mood for some hot chocolate" I say. I need to think about anything that isn't Rúben leaving.

"Oh, I would love that" my mum says.

"Make it three" Mrs. Smart replies. "Lindsey?"

"I'm in" she says. "Do you want company?"

"I'll be fine, don't worry."

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"Merry Christmas, Miss Daisy."

"Bloody hell, Declan!"

"I thought you would be used to it by now" he laughs.

"I've lost practice."

"Yeah... I've missed scaring you."

"You are so thoughtful" I say with a fake smile, picking the tray with our hot chocolates.

"Dec, have you seen... Oh, hi. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Mason” I say. What is it with men wearing beanies today? Why do they all look so damn good?

"I'm gonna go get our chocolates" Declan says, leaving us alone.

"How are you?"

"Good, good" Mason says. "I've heard Daisy's is doing really well."

"It is, yes."

"Great. I think I saw your mum with the Smarts?"

"Yep. We are spending Christmas with them."

"Good luck" Mason chuckles. "They love Christmas."

"Oh, I know, Lindsey warned me. What about you?"

"The whole family is back, so I don't have time to get bored."

"The babies too?" I ask. Just before I arrived in town, Mason's parent's had traveled to the United States to be with his sister, who had given birth to twins a few months before their due date. 

"Yes, they also came."

"Oh, that's amazing, Mason! I'm so glad they were able to travel."

"Yeah, I'm very happy" he says with that smile of his that shows his dimple, making me smile as well. "Anyway, I gotta go help Dec. We are getting hot chocolates for both our families."

"Yeah, sure. I should also probably take this to the girls."

"It was nice seeing you again."

"You too, Mase."

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"What took you so long?" Lindsey says when I make it back.

"The queue" I shrug.

"Could I please have your attention?" Rúben says from the stage. "Thank you. Thank you all for coming to our traditional Christmas carols singing. I can see that some of you are already enjoying that hot chocolate, so don't be shy, and maybe have another cup. Remember that it is for a good cause."

"I wonder if he'll have one too" I say under my breath, Lindsey being the only one who hears me. "Keeping that body in shape and drinking chocolate..."

"I myself will be having one" he says as if hearing me, making Lindsey laugh next to me. "Hope you enjoy this year's selection of songs, the choir has been rehearsing for a long time. And remember that you can and should sing as well" he says with a charming smile. "Thank you very much for coming, and Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas" everyone repeats.

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"Should we get something to eat?" Mrs. Smart says.

"Oh, please. That chocolate made me hungrier than I was" my mum says.

"You go ahead, I'll take this to the bin" I say, taking all the cups from them.

"Merry Christmas."

"Fuck!" I say, the lid of the bin falling on my finger.

"I'm so sorry, are you ok?" Rúben says, quickly taking my hand on his.

"I think so, yes" I say, my finger throbbing.

"We should have someone check it."

"It's fine, it's..." I say, trying not to cry.

"C'mon, we have some paramedics at the back on the square just in case something happens."

"Like getting your finger crushed by the bin's lid because you got scared?" I laugh. Though my laugh sounded more like a whimper.

"Exactly that" he says, putting one arm around my shoulders while still holding my hand.

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"I'm afraid you're gonna need an x-ray" the paramedic says.

"What? Really?"

"It is too swollen right now, but you may have broken it. What happened?"

"It was an accident, it doesn't matter" Rúben says. "Can you give her something for the pain?"

"Yes, of course. But you should go home and rest. Go to the hospital tomorrow."

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"You didn't have to walk me home, you know?"

"And leave you alone while being in pain and also drugged? No way" Ruben says, his arm back to being around my shoulders.

"My mum could have done it. Or Lindsey."

"And ruin all the fun they were having?"

"They probably are wondering where I am."

"You can text them when we make it back to Daisy's, don’t worry."

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"How are you feeling?"

"Sleepy. The painkillers are starting to kick in."

"Then it's time to go to bed" Rúben says, picking me up from the sofa where we were watching tv. I had forgotten how easily he could carry me around.

“Meow!” Dixie complains.

“What?” Rúben tells him.

“I think he is pissed because you woke him up when you moved. Maybe also because I told him he would be the only man in my life, yet here we are.”

“Do you think he’ll try to attack me?” he says, still holding me in his arms.

“He might… But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“With your broken finger?”

“Meh, meh, meh.”

“C´mon, let’s get you to bed” he laughs as he starts walking, Dixie following us.

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"Do you need anything else?" Rúben asks once I've changed and already in bed.

"Can you stay until I fall sleep? You broke my finger, I think I deserve it" I say, pouting.

"Ok, fine" he says, trying not to smile. Pouting always worked with him.

"Here" I say, opening the bed and asking him to lay next to me.

"Spooning?"

"Yep."

"What if your mum comes in and sees us?" he says as he gets in.

"Oh well" I say as I try to shrug, his arm already around me. It had been weeks since the last time we were together like this, but it felt like it had been just a few hours. "This feels nice" I say, my eyes starting to close.

"It does" he says before kissing my neck, that feeling and those two words being the last thing I remember before I fall sleep.

[strwberri-milk]

this is basically me combining two requests about kaeya meeting kaeya mom after she spawns into teyvat

To See the Stars in Your Eyes

The heavens shine brightly, reminding me of all that I’ve lost. 

I look to the sky and wonder; is there a way we can see the same sun and stars? 

To be with you – I wish it didn’t mean to betray myself. 

Texts upon texts pile themselves up high, a woman with brilliant blue hair and piercing eyes busying herself with the books as she finishes up her newest research project. The familiar thrill of excitement thrums in her chest, painstaking efforts finally bringing fruition as the last pieces of the puzzle finally slot in place. She sits back, giving herself a well deserved stretch of the back as a knock sounds on the door. 

A scout walks in, wringing a piece of paper in their hands. The look on their face warns Shravya, now giving them her full attention. Her eyes go wide and she drops her pen, running out of the room to begin her next long journey. 

“Over here!” 

Mika runs over, drawing his lance in case the person discovered was dangerous. There was no such thing as being overly cautious - a lesson he was more than versed in working with the Reconnaissance company. 

The other knights had already surrounded the woman, weapons drawn as they eyed each other a little nervously. They were in strange territory, simply trying to carry out a short term expedition upon increased sightings of hillichurls near one of Mondstat’s borders. Nobody knew what they were up against and the fact that the hilichurls seemed to be leaving her alone when she was running from them earlier only increased their hesitancy. 

Mika swallows his nerves, reminding himself he had the power here, not her before speaking confidently. 

“Raise your face! We won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt us.” 

The woman looks at him, seeming to relax upon seeing how young Mika looks. He had no idea if that should be a need for concern until hushed whispers begin to make their way around the circle. Some of the knights even lower their weapons, unsure what to make of the outlander. 

“I didn’t mean to startle your camp. I arrived in Sumeru and I’ve been travelling ever since. Can you tell me where I am?” 

“You travelled all the way from Sumeru to Mondstat?” Mika asks in shock, lowering his lance. She didn’t seem to be lying, and to be honest, he was a little unnerved himself. 

“Yes, yes it’s been several weeks - months, maybe. I have it recorded in my journal.”

She turns to rummage through her bag, the single earring she wears shining brightly in the sun. 

“Mika, isn’t that the same earring as Captain Kaeya?” a knight asks. Before he can reply, the woman turns sharply to look at Mika, hope in her eyes. 

“Kaeya? Do you know a boy named Kaeya? Where is he?” 

Mika draws his weapon again, forcing her hands into the air. 

“Why do you want to know where our Captain is? It’s too dangerous to take you to him.” 

His words sound hollow even in his own ears, the knights beginning to whisper aggressively again. 

“She looks…”

“Is she not the spitting image of the Cavalry Captain?”

“He must be secretive about his past for a reason. There’s no way his family would find him after this long though.”

The woman listens attentively to everything they’re all saying, Mika wishing he could tell them to shut up lest they reveal too much information. 

“I don’t know a boy named Kaeya,” Mika says after a while, technically telling the truth. 

“That’s okay! Can I at least come to your city? I can come as your prisoner, whatever you need. This is the only lead I’ve gotten thus far,” she implores, no longer concerned about her own wellbeing. 

Perhaps a little stupidly, she grabs Mika's hands, startling him into dropping his weapon. 

“At least let me stay for a day or two and I’ll leave. That’s it. I just need some answers and I’ll put up with anything as long as you take me to, what was it, Mondstat? Take me to Mondstat.”

Shravya finds herself sitting in a majestic office, supposedly waiting for the attendance of the Acting Grand Master. She’s not unused to meeting figures of authority but to say she was feeling perfectly fine in the land of the Gods was a lie. A question burns on her tongue, wanting to ask what became of her nation when she was taken from Tayvat, disowning her land to save herself from Elazar. Even now, a pang of hurt rings through her chest as she remembers the selfish decision. 

Sumeru hadn’t given her enough answers, her previous native nation only telling her that Khaenri’ah had fallen 500 years ago. She had no hope left of finding her husband or son, but something inside of her was so desperate to at least get a solid answer that the world she left once existed. That the family she left behind, even if they were gone, were at least able to rest in peace. 

She continues to wait patiently, a little annoyed at herself for not working harder to maintain her knowledge of the Lingua Franca. Voices outside of the room speak in hushed tones, the local accent making it even harder for her to understand what they’re saying about her. Instead, she’s forced to just sit and wait until the door finally opens, heart in her throat as she meets the stern gaze of a blonde woman. 

“Thank you for waiting. I’m Jean Gunnhildr, Acting Grand Master of Mondstat.”

Jean walks over to her, putting her hand out to shake and Shravya takes it gratefully, wanting to make sure her intentions cannot be misconstrued. 

“Thank you for meeting me. My name is Shravya. I was taken in by your Knights after they found me camping and I asked them to take me into the city.”

“Yes, Mika told me about all of that.”

Jean goes to sit at her desk, putting down a letter she came into the room with. 

“He provided me with a report already before I came in here. Can you tell me why you’re here and what you hope to achieve in Mondstat?” 

Thankfully, Jean doesn’t sound hostile and unlike the others, she didn’t seem to respond in any way to Shravya’s appearance. She’s glad for it, knowing she wasn’t dressed like she was from Teyvat but the fact it seemed to put them on edge didn’t make her feel any better about her chances. 

“I was just hoping to find traces of people I left behind,” she decides to say simply, clearing her throat. 

“You see, I was sent away many years ago,” According to the current books here it’s been five centuries, “and I was hoping to reconnect.” 

“Do you know if you would have been pronounced missing? I can try and put an inquiry in to see if your family tried to look for you. I’ll just need to go locate missing person’s reports.” 

“I didn’t go missing in Mondstat. I went missing in one of the smaller nations – I don’t think they’ll have any records.” Jean’s brows furrow in response, Shravya’s heart sinking even more as she realises the case against her is building with each passing second. 

“I don’t have much to prove my identity. I was fleeing, after all but I promise you I don’t wish to harm your city.” 

“I understand, but you must realise the position I’m being put in. I have no idea who you are and your clothes do not look like they are from any nation I know of. The fact that you were haggard on the border of Mondstat makes you seem more like you were trying to sneak in and were caught in the middle of your mission.” 

Shravya nods as Jean talks, trying to figure out what she can say to further prove her case. Jean gives her that grace, sitting back and continuing to go over the report as the other woman attempts to piece together her words. After a while, Jean sees that Shravya hasn’t quite yet figured it out, clearing her throat to get her attention. 

“I’ve asked one of the captains to see if he can find any information on you. He should be here shortly to report. You can wait here until he returns. Is that alright?” 

“It’s alright, thank you.” 

A few more minutes pass until the door opens again, Shravya’s eyes following as the figure walks into the room. Her eyes widen and Jean notices, deciding not to address it yet as Kaeya barges in, shaking his head. 

“Jean, I have no idea why you sent me on such a wild goose chase. A woman who seems Sumeran yet not dressed like one, abandoned at the border and you couldn’t even get me a name? Honestly, you’d have better luck asking Klee to do espionage.”

“Kaeya,” Jean says almost forcefully, “you know better than I do that you have a much more comprehensive information network than I do.” 

Kaeya’s brow quirks, confused. 

“Why’d you say my name like that? Have I done something? I report to work and then you immediately run me out of my office. At least let me sit down before you chew me out,” he chuckles, absolutely oblivious to the unfolding situation. 

“Please meet our guest, Shravya.” 

He turns, smiling as he introduces himself to her without really thinking. 

“Well hello there. My name’s Kaeya Alberich, Cavalry Captain for the Knights of Favonious. Are you the woman we’ve found on the border?” 

Kaeya looks at her a little closer, hand stilling in the air. He takes half a step back, laughing a little nervously. 

“Where did she say she was from again? Sumeru?” he asks Jean, looking almost desperate. 

“Kaeya,” Jean says softly, putting a hand on her dear friend’s shoulder. “She was asking for you.” 

“Kaeya,” Shravya mirrors, tears springing to her eyes as she takes in the man in front of her. 

There was no way she could ever forget the energetic child she’d given birth to, mischievous and curious to no end. He’d gotten his father’s eyes, the star shaped pupils always flitting about in their sea of lavender. They matched perfectly with the beautiful hair he’d inherited from her, worn just the way she’d worn it when she was still with them both. 

She stares at him in shock, trying to understand how the son she suddenly remembered had gotten so big, standing tall over her and looking much better fed than what she could manage scavenging for food. They had tried, she and his father, tried so hard to provide Kaeya with more than they could give. Her hand goes over her mouth, immediately falling to her knees and sobbing in front of him. 

He can barely get a word out as she tries to apologise to him, mixes of the Lingua Franca and Khaenri’ahn practically spewing out of her. Jean had left and closed the door as soon as Kaeya turned her attention to Shravya, the man now down on one knee as he tried to get her to come back up. Eventually, she was finally able to meet his eyes - no, eye, heart breaking even further at the sight. 

“My son,” she begins, cupping his face tenderly in her hands. 

“I’m so sorry I abandoned you. I’ve hurt you so much and I understand if you never want to talk to me again but please, tell me how you are, how your father is.”

“Mother, your Elezar. Wasn’t it worse than this? Shouldn’t you be dead?” he asks carefully, lost as to what was happening. 

“I’m fine, I’m okay. But you, oh my poor child,” she weeps again, pulling him into her arms. 

Kaeya tries not to squirm, pressed firmly against his mother’s chest as he tries to reconcile all the feelings swirling inside of him. On one hand this was seriously going to keep him up at night, totally fucking over any sort of calm he thought he had found over the years but on the other…she was his mother, a woman he thought had died so long ago. This scent was so familiar, her warmth something he had no idea he missed until he was squished up against it, letting her smother him. 

“Your father - where is he?” she finally asks, letting Kaeya go.

“He left me here. I’ve been ever since. We thought you were dead and he got desperate.” 

Kaeya doesn’t want to say anything more, struggling to really process everything happening all at once. 

For now, he would keep an eye on her. He had to make sure she wasn’t some elaborate plot looking to destroy Mondstat after all. 

[racerchix21]

Definite Second Chances

Warnings: Angst & F-bombs

A/N: Direct sequel to Maybe Second Chances

Summary: I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him and I definitely hadn’t meant to fall into bed with him. Tyler Black did things to me, unexpected, unexplainable things and I needed to get the fuck out of here before he woke up and realized what we’d done.

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“I’m not having this conversation here in a busy ass restaurant with the 3 Stooges listening in. You really wanna know why I left I’ll tell you but I get to pick when and where we meet again. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got places to be and people to see,” I tell Seth and based on the look in his eyes our little meeting is gonna have to happen soon, but I think I’m gonna let him wonder a little longer. 

 

“Yeah, yeah princess you go do that but know that I ain’t gonna wait forever for you. It’s been 6 years and I’m getting tired of wondering why I wasn’t good enough for you,” Seth’s got tears running down his cheeks and his voice cracks more than a few times as he talks. 

 

Leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek, I make the decision to find a way to meet up with him tomorrow and finally let him have the rest of my heart. I hadn’t meant to make him cry but I had to get the hell out of there before I did something stupider I’d never be able to take back or fix. Like admitting that I was stupidly in love with him and had been since our ROH days. 

 

“Ambrose, Reigns it was nice seeing ya. Bub, I’ll text you later and we can arrange that trip home we were talking about. Rollins, meet at our spot tomorrow morning and I’ll tell you everything you wanna know, but please show up alone. And hey Seth I never intended to hurt you for what it’s worth.”

 

“Then why? Why the hell did you lie and leave? Sorry but our spot ain’t accessible anymore but maybe we can meet at Black and Brave? Never have been able to show you the place and all those long ago dreams coming true.” 

 

“Sure tomorrow, my Tyler. Always my Tyler, even if you aren’t mine,” walking away is still as hard now as it was all those years ago. If I was being completely honest with myself it was worse now because I really truly was in love with the idiot and I didn’t think anything would change that.




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Showing up at Black and Brave, I can see why Seth is still in love with his hometown. Davenport was beautiful and I could already see myself living there. “Not that thats gonna be an option soon because made a huge mistake and I wasn’t gonna blame him if he never wanted to speak to me again,” my brain and heart so helpfully supplied. It was time to face the music and see how badly Seth was gonna react to the tiny little munchkins attached to my legs. Maybe I should’ve left them with Finn and Bayley and shown up by myself, but it was too late now to change it. 

 

“Come on, you two let’s go see how much trouble we can get into. We’re gonna go meet an old friend of Momma’s, so I need y’all to be on your best behavior and maybe we’ll go find a park nearby and have a picnic later, okay?” 

 

“K, momma. Hot chocolate too,” Dakota asks, glancing both at me and her brother. She’s definitely my kid and the puppy eyes she’s giving me are pitiful. 

 

“Yeah, honey we’ll get hot chocolate before we head to the park. Now come on kiddos and remember best behavior and be polite. I promise that Mr. Seth is a good guy, kinda goofy lookin but a good guy nonetheless.” 

 

“Mr. Seth, huh? And who are these little cuties if I may ask?” 

 

Spinning I find myself face to face with Ty… I mean Seth and I once again realize how expressive his eyes are and how I used to see my future in them. That was a whole lifetime ago before everything fell apart before I fucked everything up. “This is Dakota and her little brother Kellen. Kel, Kota this is Mr. Seth. He owns this place with another old friend.” 

 

“Well come on in and we can see what we can get you kids into then you and I talking,” he says looking at me before holding the door open for the 3 of us and I realize I’m about to break his heart a second time in less than a decade as I walk inside his dream school. 

 

“Okay, yeah. And Seth it’s not what you think before you start overthinking everything. I’ll explain but at least not yet. Not in front of the kids,” I say as Seth leads us through the school and into a little classroom/office off to the side. Watching the man I once upon a time dreamed about having a family with, talking and laughing with my babies I feel myself smile for the first time in a long time. 

 

“Alright, if you need anything at all we’ll be over here okay,” Seth tells the kids standing up, coming towards me pointing me towards the opposite end of the room. “Alright talk. Tell me what I did so wrong that you up and left without a word. I guess first though how old are Kota and Kellan? They’re mine, aren’t they?” 

 

“Rollins, they’re 4 so no they aren’t yours and you’re off the hook. They’re father found out I was pregnant and decided that being a parent wasn’t something he wanted. I walked away from wrestling until a couple years ago when my brother and Bayley got together. They managed to get me a deal and I’ve tried to keep those 2 out of the spotlight. I guess maybe I realized how you felt when I walked out.” 

 

“Baby, I’m so sorry. He walked out because he was an idiot. I’m still curious about why you walked away but we can table that for now if you want.” 

 

“No, no but it’s gonna require a little trip back to that night. Just listen and then I’ll answer any questions you have.

 

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Flashback 6 years

 

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him and I definitely hadn’t meant to fall into bed with him. Tyler Black did things to me, unexpected, unexplainable things and I needed to get the fuck out of here before he woke up and realized what we’d done. Slowly and ever so gently moving Tyler’s arm, I slide out of bed and try to locate all my clothes from where they’re slung around the room. Fuck where the hell is my bra? There’s my tank top but where the fuck is my bra? Shirt, shoes, pants, jacket but no bra, groaning internally at the idea of doing the walk of shame out of Tyler’s bedroom sans bra. I mean there’s worse things but I wasn’t looking forward to facing his roommates Marek and Jimmy feeling less than put together. 

 

If I walk out I’m protecting us both, right? If I stay I’m gonna get my own heart broken and if I leave I’m gonna break his but he’s going to WWE and there was no way in hell either of us can do long distance. We can barely handle seeing each other all the time and being apart all the fucking time probably won’t be any good either or maybe that’s just my self preservation skills kicking in. I’d be holding him back from his true potential otherwise . My internal monologue is interrupted by a soft snuffling sound and I glance over my shoulder to see Tyler has rolled even closer to the side of the bed I had just gotten up from and had wrapped his arms around the other pillow. 

 

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Forget finding your bra woman go go go before Ty wakes up, I scream at myself and I’m out the door as I hear him start talking. Stopping just for a second I can barely make out what he’s saying. 

 

“Where ya going,” I hear Tyler mumble and I can’t help but feel bad about running away. 

 

“Just gonna go get a glass of water. I’ll be right back sweetheart, I promise just save me some cuddles,” I grimace at the lie but I can’t outright tell him the truth of my feelings. “I’m sorry Ty but I have to leave,” I whisper and l can feel my heart break a little when I glance back and see he’s curled up even tighter, beginning to softly snore again.

 

End of flashback 

 

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“Baby, we would’ve figured it out. I was so fucking in love with you and yo.. you left me,” Seth stutters out, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I would’ve turned down the deal with WWE if it had meant you and I could’ve worked out. I don’t hate you, just the way everything went down.” 

“Pretty boy, that's what I was afraid of. You’d grow to hate me and I couldn’t bear to think of how long we’d last once you realized how much you gave up because of me. I don’t regret anything about us back then just me leaving and explaining why. Hopefully one day maybe we can be friends again cuz I know you probably don’t want anything to do with me now.” 

“Princess, if you’ll give me a chance maybe we can try again and you’ll let me help you with the kids while we’re on the road. Now I’m gonna kiss you,” Seth tells me pulling me into the most mind blowing kisses I’ve had since the last time we did this a lifetime ago when we were different people all together.

Pulling back just enough to catch my breath I have to laugh because I can’t believe I get him back after all the things I’ve done to him. “Sethie, there’s nothing I’d like more than a chance at forever with you.” 

[en-topia]

LOVE FOOL — CHAPTER FOURTEEN

word count: 0.5k (530)

+ smau at the end

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Today is Heeseung’s birthday. You know because it was one of the first things you asked him when you two started texting and it was hard to forget since you liked him so much. It was nerve wracking to wish him a happy birthday in person. It should’ve been no big deal but everything about him made you nervous and just being in his presence made you feel faint.

Throughout class you debated on when you should tell Heeseung or if you should just text him instead. But boys like it when you talk to them in person; then again, he pretends that you don’t even exist. So why should you be the first to talk to him when he won’t even look your direction?!

Finally it was break time, and it took everything in you to get out of your seat and to Heeseung’s class. Taeyang saw your internal panic and was going to stop you, but he decided against it after what happened the other day.

Making your way through the halls, you walked past Heeseung’s class twice because you physically could not bring yourself to walk in. You probably looked like an idiot walking back and forth, but you just couldn’t do it.

“What the hell are you doing,” someone asked behind you, making you yelp and jump. It was Jiung.

“You seriously need to stop scaring me like this,” you sighed, resting your hand over your heart to calm it down.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“I can’t just come see my dear friend Jiung?!” You awkwardly laughed, pinching his cheek and grinning stupidly. Jiung only gave you a disbelieving look. “Okay, fine. It’s Heeseung’s birthday,” you said at a whisper.

“It is?” Jiung questioned. “I’ll go get him then—”

“No! No— I was just… I already told him!”

“Did you now?” Jiung crossed his arms and smirked knowing that you did not muster up the courage to actually talk to Heeseung. “I guess I should go wish him a happy birthday.”

Before you could say anything, Jiung was walking into his classroom and making his way towards Heeseung. You peaked in through the window to see where he was; you didn’t actually see Heeseung till now because of how scared you were, but now you wished you didn’t come over here. He was talking with Minjeong until Jiung approached them.

“Happy birthday,” he wished, fist bumping Heeseung before going back to his desk.

“How’d you know it was my birthday?” Heeseung then asked. No one except for his friends and you knew his birthday.

Jiung began pointing in the direction where you were, making you crouch down out of sight. “Oh…” After enough teasing, Jiung decided to drop it. “Just heard around.”

“Oh… Well thank you.” Heeseung stood up from his seat and started walking out of the class, but you were already making a run for it. You honestly couldn’t have made it anymore obvious since Heeseung was laughing to himself as he saw you sprint away. He wanted to talk to you honestly; he just couldn’t bring himself to do it especially now after Jake semi-confessed how he felt about you.

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A/N: i just realized the dates on the tweets don’t match the timeline of the story but i think you guys understand that the story started at the beginning of the school year which is august/september 😭 also how do i respond to people!! i see your comments and reblogs and thank you so much for them!!! 🥹💟

[tierneysodegaard]

Baby Pink - Max Verstappen x Reader

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: Okay, I love me some angst with fluff endings so I was think about how maybe (Y/N) and Max have known each other since the karting days. She’s had a crush on him since then and everyone knows it (if he knows or doesn’t know can be up to you lol) but he doesn’t like the reader in that way (at least he thinks he doesn’t 😉😉). Max and (Y/N) hook up and she finds out she’s got a bun in the oven. Tells Max but he’s kinda like I can’t take care of a child, I have my career to think about.

Fast forward to like 3 to 4 years where she goes to one of the races since she’s close to one of the other racers. Of course to add some more spice none of the drivers know. And basitc just Max seeing his beautiful baby girl for the first time. It’s just a rough idea you can of course make it yours. I’ve had this in my head for a while and I like every one of your fics so I thought you would be perfect for this T_T - ☁️

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy, Max being a dick, fluff, slight reader x Daniel but it’s all platonic

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Your heart dropped at the results of the pregnancy test you’d just taken. 

Positive.

And there was only one man who was the dad and that man was Max Verstappen. 

You and Max had been friend since he’d started karting, the pair of you grew up with one another and so did your feelings towards him. Max always had a cocky demeaner about him and that was something you loved. He wouldn’t let anyone boss him around well, other than you of course. You never missed a race, although you never knew if he felt the same way about you but you didn’t care, he would always be special to you no matter what.

The pregnancy test was staring daggers into your heart, scared of what was ahead of you and Max. It was a stupid mistake really, the pair of you went out to celebrate one of his wins and you both got rather drunk. You went to bed together and well, drunk people evidently forget protection. That morning you didn’t think much of it, you couldn’t remember most of the night which also meant you couldn’t remember if you used protection. You’d risked it before, stupidly but that was a long time ago and luckily for you nothing came of it but the one time you slept with Max Verstappen, a baby was on the way. 

You’d quickly sent Max a text asking if he could come round quickly as you needed to speak to him. Max replied fast and told you he’d be on his way as soon as, evidently sensing that something was wrong. Now everything started to hit you. Leaning on your kitchen counter your eyes never left the test. 

It was only a drunk hook up and now look at it. 

You and Max were so young, both of you being twenty and Max had just properly settled down in Formula 1. You had finally gotten yourself a decent job which paid well, with the pair of you working together, this could work right?

“Sorry the traffic was shit!” Max had let himself in your apartment as he called out to you only to find you standing in the kitchen. “You okay?” He offered a light smile but that faded when he saw your face. 

You didn’t utter a word, only holding out the test so he could take it into his hands. Max studied it like it was some rare object, almost like he’d never even seen one before. The silence between the two of you grew, both of you waiting for the other one to say something. 

“It’s yours…” Your weak voice followed through with your words. “If you couldn’t guess…”

“Is this a joke?” He slowly raised his head to meet your eyes. 

“Max why would I joke about something like this?” 

“Because I don’t want a kid -”

“Well neither do I but I can’t just make one on my own!” Your eyes fell from his as you spoke. “These things happen and I want to keep it -”

“I can’t raise a child!” Max threw the test back onto the counter. “I just can’t, my career won’t allow me -”

“Oh come on Max there are plenty of drivers that have children!”

“Yeah and they have wives! Not to mention they’re so much older than you and I.”

“And? That doesn’t mean we can’t raise one.”

“No.” He held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not raising a child with you!”

“So you’re just going to ignore our child?”

“I have a career y/n!” 

“And you think I don’t?” You stepped forward. “What you think just because I don’t drive some fancy car around a track that means my career is any less valuable than yours?”

“That’s not why I meant and you know it!” Max raised his voice. “I have worked so hard for this, I have given up so much and I am not going to let it all go to shit to raise a baby with a woman that I don’t even love!”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. You loved him. You wanted him until the rest of your days but Max didn’t feel the same. 

Your eyes pricked with tears. “You know what Max? I loved you, I really did. I gave up a lot for you too and I wouldn’t change it for the world but you know what? You don’t deserve the love of your own child. I’ll raise them and then when they’re old enough I’ll tell them the truth about their selfish father. They can make the decision if they want to contact you or not, for now, get the fuck out of my apartment.”

Max wasn’t sure why your words hurt him, especially after he just admitted he didn’t want you or yours and his baby around. But that one line stuck with him not only in that moment but for the next four years. He nodded at your words, leaving you alone to break down over what had just happened. 

Your baby girl was born in May, you’d named her Leia as she happened to be born on the fourth. She was your entire world although she had the eyes and attitude of her father. No one on the grid knew she was Max’s well… all except Daniel. 

You’d gotten close to Daniel when you used to visit Max and when Daniel pressured Max to tell him why you no longer turned up to races Daniel was furious. He went to visit you straight away, making sure both you and the baby were all okay. He even held her when she was a few weeks old, Daniel soon was known as Uncle Daniel to your little girl although he might as well have been her dad considering he’d done more for her than Max had ever done. 

When the time was right you’d tell her everything, tell her about what had happened and when she was old enough you’d let her contact him, see if he wanted to actually talk to you and his daughter after running off and continuing his career as if nothing had happened. 

Right now you had Christmas music blasting from your speakers as you held Leia in your arms, helping her decorate the tree in your front room. She was giggling as you sang along to last Christmas, swaying side to side with smiles on your faces. Max might have walked out on the two of you but part of you was glad he did otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to have all these memories with your little girl but the other part of you always knew you wanted him here.

You hadn’t heard anything from him for four years. Not a word. You checked up on his racing, he’d gotten his wish when he left you and Leia. He had one more race until the end of the season and if he won it he would be a World Champion. Unluckily for you Leia loved watching the cars go around the track, little did she know that it was her dad she was watching. 

A knock at the door broke yours and Leia’s attention. With her still in your arms you opened the door to be greeted with a happy Daniel. “Uncle Danny!” Leia yelled, holing her arms out for Daniel. Setting the bags of presents down Daniel took her in his arms. 

“Hello angel.” He kissed her cheek before flashing you a smile. “There’s presents there, I’ll get them -” He tried to move down with Leia in his arms but you beat him too it. 

“Don’t worry I’ve got it, how’ve you been?”

“Good.” He smiled, keeping his gaze on you. “y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“There’s an envelope in there for you, please open it now.” He turned back to Leia. “Are you gonna show me this tree you’ve decorated?”

“Yeah!” She squealed with excitement, clapping her hands as Daniel walked over to your Christmas tree. You pulled the bag he’d brought with him onto the kitchen counter, opening it to see an envelope with your name on it. You didn’t think twice about ripping opening the envelope, pulling the letter out to read. 

y/n

Merry Christmas, I think Leia will love it.

Daniel.

Inside the envelope contained two paddock passes for the race in Abu Dhabi. Your eyes welled up with tears, Daniel noticed and sent Leia off to get some of her toys before pulling you into his chest, allowing the tears to fall into his shirt.

“Why?” You sobbed. “Daniel he’ll be there.”

“You’ll be with me and Lando all the time, you won’t have to see him.”

“Why?” You stepped back looking up at Daniel. “Why now? After four years -”

“He’s been talking about you more than he usually does. He’s always asked about you. I never told him much, or even about Leia, only her name.” He took a deep breath. “I think it would do you good and you don’t have to speak to Max but maybe he’ll change if he sees you. He’s been so stressed about everything -”

“Daniel he’s the one who walked out on me and Leia, not the other way around. Four years he left me to raise our child. There’s only so many times that you can tell her that her dad isn’t around because he’s busy working in another country.” 

Daniel took your hands into his. “I wouldn’t do it if I thought it would hurt you even more. y/n I know he loves you -”

“He doesn’t love me Daniel, he told me that I told him I was pregnant.”

“He’s had time to think -”

“Four years Daniel, he doesn’t need four years.”

“I know and I would never make an excuse for his actions, I want you there to support me.” Daniel moved his hands to cup your cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. “Besides Leia likes it and who knows, maybe she’ll be the one to challenge the way F1 works, get her into karting and she could be rivalling her dad. Maybe even race against him and win, show him who’s the better driver.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at Daniel’s words. If Leia really liked F1 that much and wanted to start karting you would need to involve yourself in her world and her dads even more than you wanted. 

“Fine.” Reluctantly agreed. 

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The fear of seeing Max face to face again was killing you but for Leia’s sake you kept a brave face on. She was ecstatic that the pair of you were going to watch the race, she’d been told that she was going to see Uncle Danny race, perhaps it was best to keep Max out of the equation for now. She didn’t need her love of cars crushed by the very man that was supposed to love her more than any guy she’d meet in her life. 

Leia was decked out in McLaren merchandise, plodding through the paddock like she owned the place. Daniel was holding her hand as she walked towards the garages with him. Daniel had promised her that she could sit in his car with him and that was what the three of you were heading off to do now. You saw a few familiar faces, waving and saying hello to a few of them although every single one of them gave you a rather puzzled look at the sight of you with a child, evidently Max hadn’t wanted to spread the word that he was a dad. 

Anyone who walked through the paddocks would have easily have mistaken you and Daniel for a couple, especially as he held onto her like he was her own, she might as well be at this rate. You neared the McLaren garage, you could see the Red Bull one wasn’t far away as you held your breath at every single small movement coming from the garage, silently hoping to catch a glimpse of Max. Sure he was an absolute dick to you but you wanted to at least see him in person, even if it was from afar. 

“Do you want to get in?” Daniel’s voice grabbed your attention. He was kneeling down beside Leia, smiling at her reaction to his car. 

“Yeah!” She screamed with excitement. Daniel climbed into the car, holding his arms out for her. You picked her up, placing her in the safe arms of Daniel as she sat in his lap. Daniel started to explain everything in the car, in a more simpler way a four year old could understand. 

You took out your phone, taking photos of the two of them. The pair of them in front of you were your family, you didn’t need Max. Leia had a fun uncle who wanted to take her to the races. Even Lando started to get involved, kneeling down by the car and quizzing Leia on what everything did. You were too distracted to notice two drivers walk behind you, one stopping in his tracks as his world fell apart and came back together at the sight of you and Leia. 

Max and Charles had been walking through the garages on the way back to the paddocks when Max heard a laugh he hadn’t heard in four years. You were laughing at Daniel, Lando and a little girl. 

His daughter. 

Just like that Max’s world changed forever. 

Jealousy flooded his veins at the sight of Daniel with his daughter. He had no right to be annoyed at the Australian, after all he was the one that left you and his daughter. She looked just like you but she had the eyes of her father and evidently the passions of her father. 

“You okay mate?” Charles spoke to Max, noticing that he had stopped in his tracks completely. “Max?”

“Hmm?” He tore himself away from the scene but it was too late, Charles had spotted you. 

“y/n?” You spun around at the sound of you name being called. Not even noticing that Max was beside him you fell into his arms muttering a hello to him. It was only when you pulled back you noticed him. 

Daniel tensed up at the sight before him, silently wishing he hadn’t brought you here without making sure that Max wasn’t lurking around. Charles looked ahead of you seeing that Daniel had a little girl on his lap. “I thought you had a nephew Danny?” 

Tearing your gaze away from Max who was yet to say anything you spoke before Daniel could. “She’s mine.” 

“Oh really? Congratulations!” Charles wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. “Is she?” Charles eyed you and Daniel.

“No she’s not Daniels.”

“I was gonna say, he kept pretty quiet about that one.” He smiled whereas Max stood beside him silently. 

“Daniel is just her uncle, her dad isn’t in the picture.” You gave him a small smile before looking back at your daughter.

“Oh I’m very sorry, I don’t know what kind of man would abandon their child.”

Charles’ words made Daniel’s eyes go wide, trying to hide it so he didn’t put the pieces together. “I agree Char.” You glanced at Max as you spoke. 

Winning you back was going to be hard but Max already knew that.

“How old is she?” 

“She turns four in May.” 

“Nearly four wow… that’s about the time you left…” He looked over to Max who looked unamused. “Four years…” His eyes went as wide as Daniel’s as he connected the dots. “FOUR YEARS?” 

“Yes Charles, turns four on May the fourth, her name is Leia.”

“Leia…” Max muttered but Charles heard and he had already worked it out. 

“Hello Leia.” Charles waved at the girl. “Would you like to come and see a Ferrari?” 

“Yes!” She giggled. 

“Oh but McLaren is way better.” Daniel laughed as Lando took a hold of her, allowing Daniel to get out before handing her back to him. Daniel mouthed a ‘good luck’ to you as he walked past. 

“Is mummy coming?” Leia pouted. 

“Yes sweetie I’ll be there soon, mummy’s just going to catch up with an old friend.” You kissed her cheek before thanking Daniel. Charles grabbed Max’s racing suit, pulling his ear to his mouth. 

“How could you do that to her?” 

“I didn’t -”

“Don’t give me your shitty excuse. If she takes you back you better worship the ground she walks on. If not,” Charles eyed you as you finished your conversation with Daniel. “Maybe I’ll be her step dad.” Those words made Max snap, shoving Charles back before speaking. 

“Don’t talk about her or my daughter like that -”

“Your daughter? Daniel’s been more of a father than you have!” He spat. “Just wait until everyone else finds out.” Charles barged his shoulder with Max’s before walking out with Daniel and Lando, leaving you and Max alone. 

“y/n… how’ve you been?”

Really Max? Small talk?

“As good as one can be being a single parent for four years whilst your child's father is out partying every week and earning thousands when I had to scrape every single penny I had and make it last so she had a decent life. So she could see that she didn’t need a dad to help out, only uncle Daniel.” You didn’t care if your words hurt him, he deserved it. 

“y/n I’m so sorry.”

“For what part?” 

“All of it, for four years I have regretted everything I ever said to you. Everything I had done. It was so hard seeing everyone bring their children to work knowing I couldn’t do the same.”

“But you could Max!” You raised your voice slightly. “You could but you chose not to! When she started to speak she asked me where her dad was, do you know what it’s like having to tell her that her dad is always traveling for work and that’s why he can’t be here? And do you know how fucking hard it is to see your daughter watch the races and say ‘Max won mummy!’ over and over again and she has no idea that the man she sees win on tv is her dad?”

You started to cry as you spoke. “The closest thing she has to a dad is Daniel, it’s not even his kid Max but he put in more work than you ever did. He was there for her first steps, her first fucking word was ‘Dan’ and he buys her so many presents every year -”

“I bought her presents too.”

“What? No you fucking didn’t -”

“Daniel always brings more than one gift right? That’s because I buy the rest and give them to him and ask him to say they’re from me, I do the same with you.”

“Why do all that but not come see us?”

“I was scared y/n… I fucked up…” His words made you cry even more. All those gifts you and Leia loved were all from him, all this time.   

The sight of you breaking down broke Max. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You hated that you fell into his touch as easily as you did. Melting into his arms like you used to all those years ago as you sobbed into his racing suit. 

“She needs her dad Max -”

“I’m going to be her dad.” Max spoke into your hair. “y/n I was so fucking stupid, I should have never have left you. I got scared, I thought my career would be over, I was scared at what my dad would do, I was scared I’d put the both of you in danger because of what I did… I was scared because I love you and I was too blind to see it back then.” He kissed your head, soothing your hair as your tears started to dry up. “I’m so sorry.”

“She has your eyes you know.” You pulled back to look up at him, his hands draped around your waist and yours on his chest. “And you attuite.”

“It’s just a winners mentality.” He winked, hoping to make you smile again and much to his luck, it did. 

“It’s a pain in my fucking ass.” You took in his features. He’d grown into himself a little more, looking more mature now than he used to but other than that he was still the Max you’d fallen in love with. “Not to mention how much she loves cars.”

“Oh she’s definitely my child.” He let out a light laugh as he brushed the hairs out of your face. “But she has the beauty of her mother.” 

“And her intelligence.” You smirked. “If she had yours we would well and truly be fucked.”

“You have a point.” Max’s eyes flickered down to your lips. “I really am sorry and I know everything I’ve said doesn’t make up for anything I’ve done but I want to prove to you that I can be the dad she and you need me to be and the dad I want to be.” 

“Actions speak louder than words.” You eyed him up. “You’ll win her over easily but not me.”

“I know but I love you and that alone will get me through it.”

“You really mean that?”

“Yes.” Max stepped closer, cupping your face. “I really do and I know you don’t and you probably don’t want us anymore but -”

“I never stopped loving you Max.” You cut him off. “I needed to and I wanted to but I couldn’t.”

He wanted to kiss you. It wouldn’t make everything disappear but actions speak louder than words, right? He didn’t think much about it, pulling you closer until his lips crashed with yours. Unlike that one drunk night the kiss wasn’t filled with lust or hast, this time it was full of love. It was clear the both of you had wanted this for years. You kissed him back, allowing your hand to snake through his brown locks. 

Max wanted this kiss to last a lifetime, he finally felt whole again and he knew he could keep this feeling if he grafted for you. The pair of you pulled back, looking at one another with longing gazes. “As much as I loved that you won’t win me back that easily.”

“I’ll get on my knees and beg if it meant you’d let me kiss you again, I’ll do it now -” Max started to fall to his knees. 

“Max get up you look like an idiot.”

“I’ve been an idiot for four years, this is nothing.” He looked up at you. 

“At least you’re self aware.” You cracked a smile before grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up to stand. “Do you want to meet her?”

“More than anything.”

“Come on then.” 

Max hadn’t been this excited for years. A smile brighter than the stars formed on his face as the pair of you walked towards the Ferrari garage where Leia was now trying on Charles’ helmet on which was evidently far too big on her making all three of the boys laugh. 

“Leia?” You called to her as Charles’ helped her get out of the helmet. 

“Mummy!” She ran over to you. Kneeling to the floor you took her in your arms. “Charles showed me his helmet.”

“Did he now?”

“I want one!” 

“Well maybe if you’re lucky Santa might bring you one for Christmas.” You smiled at the girl. “What one would you like? A McLaren one or a Ferrari one?” 

She thought hard about the options before speaking. “Santa can pick!” 

“Say McLaren!” Daniel called to the girl, only making her laugh. 

“Leia, do you remember when I told you that daddy was never at home because he was always working?”

“Yeah.” 

“Would you like to meet him?” 

“Yes!” She jumped on the spot, clapping her hands. Max knelt down beside you, her eyes going wide as she looked at the Red Bull driver. 

“Leia,” You turned to Max. “This is Max, your dad.” 

The small girl didn’t waste a second as she flung herself into his arms. Max held onto her tightly, tears started to fall from his eyes. “I’m so sorry daddy was working, he’s been busy -”

“It’s okay daddy.” She evidently warmed up to him faster than you did. “Mummy always said you had work.” 

“But now I’m going to be with you so much more, I promise you.” 

“Will you be home for Christmas?”

Max looked over to you for confirmation. You nodded your head, you wanted him around just as much as she did. “Yes baby I will be.” She only giggled as Max set her down. 

“You drive for Red Bull?” Her small hands traced the logo on his suit. 

“Yes I do, Uncle Daniel used to as well.” 

“When you were very small.” You added. 

“Daddy?”

“Yes my love?”

“Do you love Mummy?”

“He better.” Charles muttered earning him a light shove from Daniel. 

“Yes I do and I love you too.” She fell back into his arms, not wanting to let go of him. 

You finally had your family back together and looking around at Lando, Daniel and Charles’ it was evident that you had a bigger support system then just Daniel. Leia was one lucky girl. 

“Mummy?” Leia turned to you. 

“Yes baby?”

“I want Santa to bring me a Red Bull helmet.”

Great, another racer in the family. 

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Read Part 2 here

[vilsoo]

HOT SUMMER NIGHTS⌇BIKER!MICHAEL AFTON

wc :: 3,273

cw :: vaginal sex on motorcycle, choking, praising, fingering, oral (m+f receiving), hurt/comfort, mentions of blood and wounds, established relationship, softdom!reader, softdom!michael.

from jes;; imagine adult michael afton but with his piercings, tattoos, and smudged eyeliner… 😓 tumblr is once again glitching with the read more option, so edits will be made.

Michael Afton always passes by your house before midnight. Either you would sneak him in through your window and let him spend the night or you'd sneak out with him and let him take you dates. You love sneaking out with him more since you get to ride on his hot motorcycle. The rides with him downtown are always exhilarating, clinging onto him while the cool breeze rushes past.

Being Michael's girlfriend for two years felt like being in a vintage teen romance movie with all the love and chemistry that can't possibly come true in real life. But he made it all feel real once you graduated high school. You still can't fathom the fact that a man like Michael exists and loves you so dearly. He was always known for being a mean jerk to people he despises in school, shoving them to lockers and throwing fist fights. He's always been a troubled, wild young man that takes thrill in living dangerously; but on his first encounter with you in school, it was all sweet talk, roses, and flirting. The man had a soft spot for a beautiful girl like you until it developed later to a crush.

Although it's been two years and Michael already grew past his "mean jerk" high school phase, he still enjoys being reckless and adrenaline seeking. Him possessing his hot motorcycle tops it all off. You know what he does is dangerous, but you trust in him taking care of himself. Miraculously, you're the only person he'd listen to if he had to stop going too far with his recklessness.

Michael cherishes the way you care for him. And he cares a lot about you, too. There is never a day in his life where he sees you without getting butterflies in his stomach. A wide, funny grin would stretch across his face, stupidly so in love and obsessed with you and everything you do and say. It’s like falling in love with you all over again.

Tonight, however, made your heart sink. You were supposed to sneak out but Michael wasn’t here on time. It was getting very late. Phone calls lead straight to voicemail which you assumed his phone died. You were worried if he got injured along the way or if something bad came up. You can understand if he couldn’t sneak out anymore, but all you really needed was some kind of affirmation from him. The sound of his voice. A small text. Then you can go to sleep knowing he’s safe.

It wasn’t until a familiar rumbling sound fills the smoky air and the gleaming of headlights hit your window. You hastily rush over and peek out, your heart thundering at the sight of your boyfriend slipping off his motorcycle helmet. Goddamn, he looked so sexy in all black leather. Especially with those fingerless gloves. The relief washed over you after seeing him safe and at home again.

Michael saunters the direction to your window, ready to make the climb all the way up. You can hear him subtly grunting as he struggles to pull his weakened body up on the small roof, trying not to make noise. He then gently knocks on your window with his index finger.

“Love?” he mutters, his voice so breathy and tired and weak. He sat on the window well with his wrist resting on his knee.

You opened your window and smiled at him. “I’m here, baby. Are you okay?”

“Of course. Why would I not be?” he chuckled weakly.

When Michael turned to you under the bright rays of the pale moonlight, your eyes widened at the dark bruises and bloody scratches all over his face. His nostril had dried up blood and his bottom lip had a small cut. But his wounds didn’t stop him from smiling widely at you like a total idiot, despite the pain it caused scorching his face.

A dismaying gasp falls from your lips, reaching your arms out and gently holding his face to analyze his injuries. “Holy fucking shit… Come in here right now.”

You step away from the window to make room, never letting go of Michael’s hand as he slides through inside. After closing the window and turning on the lamp, you could see his messed up features entirely. His fluffy hair was in a mess, his knuckles were incredibly bruised along with blood, and he smelled like cigarettes, beer, and midnight musk.

“What the hell happened? Another fight?”

Michael couldn’t stop smirking. “Hell yeah. And I won, of course.”

“Jesus Christ,” you scoffed. “Sit down for me right here, okay? I’m gonna take care of you.”

“You know I love when you take care of me.”

You roll your eyes at him sarcastically as you slip off his black leather jacket and hang it on the rack. Then you open your drawers to find the first aid kit, rubbing alcohol, and a clean cloth for him. Michael couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you moved around your room. His expression became softer as he was lost in the sweet gaze of you, a stirring desperation to feel your embrace. Seeing you like this, cleaning his wounds like this— you were already the antidote and medicine to the physical stinging pain.

You hear him grunt at the sharp ache in his scapula and ribs when he tried taking his shirt off. “Fuck. I, uh— may need your help here.”

Without question, you set down the supplies on your nightstand and grab the bottom of his shirt, slowly and carefully lifting it up. You studied his chest, the curves of his shoulder blades, the trace of his robust muscles and taut veins. The poor man was matted with blood from harsh abrasions. As his shirt was rolled all the way up to his collarbones, you planted a soft kiss on his chest, then slipped it off. He lays back on your pillows while you sit on your legs beside him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you whispered tenderly. “I can’t keep seeing you like this anymore. You’ve been getting injured too much.”

“I know, I know,” he consoled dismally when he met your gaze. “But I promise you, darling— this isn’t everyday. There was a bar brawl tonight and some drunkass pushed me. I wanted to fuck his face up so bad for spilling his shit on me. Old fucker had it comin’.”

You shook your head and chuckled, the end of your lip curving to a small smirk. He watched as you poured the rubbing alcohol into a cotton pad, dabbing it lightly on his abrasions. Michael kept inhaling sharply through his clenched teeth and wincing from the wounds throbbing.

You halted for a moment. “My God. It looked like you got smashed with glass. Did that happen?”

Michael reluctantly nodded his head, clenching his jaw. “It’s not that bad, love. I promise. I’m perfectly okay.”

“Not bad, my ass.”

After disinfecting his wounds, cleaning them up, seeping them with the cloth, and rolling thin gauze all over, you gave him some hot tea to drink. Michael kept studying your face. Sometimes he would hold your waist, caressing your skin all over that your body would be sent into heat. The tip of his nose brushing your nose. His forehead pressed against yours. God, how you missed him. God, how you loved the way he touches you. The moment you finished fixing him, the air seemed to change as his head slanted like he wanted to kiss you. His lips were just mere inches away from yours, delirious of having you again for the night.

“I love you,” he says as he holds you in his arms. “And I miss you so so so much...”

You smiled widely when you feel his lips brushing yours. The tenderness in his expression felt like bliss and rapture. “I love you, too.”

Your body felt like it was on vibrate when he kisses you, condensed in the tender moment laced with a rush of passion. You wanted to be gentle with him, but Michael was the one that kept devouring farther and rougher in your mouth despite his scar. The kiss turns sloppy. You couldn't think. You already lost yourself with him just like always. In his arms, he sets you gently down on the bed. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pressing yourself further to his chest as he hovers above you.

“Wanna taste… I wanna taste you...” He says in between the kiss, followed by a low growl in his throat, desiring and rapacious.

“But… Are you sure you’re still not hurting?”

You gasped when Michael suddenly grabs your thighs and spreads them open, his thumb tugging at your panties’ waistband. “I’m fine, love. I just wanna make you feel good already…”

In the heated moment, you let him slide them off and kiss your throbbing clit at the sight of it like he discovered heaven. He kept humming as he tasted your arousal, dripping like nectar and coating his tongue. You throw your head back and grind to the pace of his insatiable tongue. He knows just how to make you squirm, make you lose yourself on him like you just can’t get enough. Michael slides in a finger slowly as his tongue laps your cunt faster, moaning and shuddering.

“Look at you. Already wanna cum on my face.” he taunts. “Been thinking of doing this to you the whole night. You taste so sweet like always.”

He kept thrusting both finger and tongue inside you, hitting the spot that makes you recoil. The sight of seeing him finger you with his fingerless leather gloves was extremely sexy. It was music to Michael’s ears hearing those sweet sounds of your juices while eating your pussy out. Once the rhythm was in sync, you feel that shattering orgasm mounting higher and higher. Gripping the covers, shuddering and moaning, your hips subtly grinding on his face— Michael just loved watching you feel good. The more you cried out and whined, the more he felt encouraged to torment you faster. A few moments later, you feel a strong pulse in your pussy and your stomach twisting. You came on his mouth and Michael chuckled in amusement.

After catching your breath, you squeezed his hand. “Fuck… Get over here.”

The titillation in your tone invited him to your mouth just like you wanted. You kissed him while he kept slowly rubbing your cunt, humming and moaning slightly. But it wasn’t until he pulled away from a sudden realization.

“Oh my god. I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight,” he breathed out, leaving you stunned as well. “That’s why you were all dolled up…”

“Well… I don’t mind if you spend the night here again,” you say.

“No, love. That’s not the plan for tonight.” Michael crawled off the bed and stood in front of you while you sat on the edge. “A promise is a promise. We’re going out to a nice getaway place and you’re gonna love it. You’re already dressed, so are you ready?”

Michael discards the bloody shirt and throws on his leather jacket instead. Goddamn, what a man he was. An effortlessly hot, shirtless mess under that jacket just to show off those scars. Could you not get any luckier?

You stood before the window as he climbed out first. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he winked. Offering his hand out, you hold on to him and let him guide you away.

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Clutch in, gear down, throttle up.

Gripping the handlebars with steady palms, Michael unleashed the power of his Suzuki down the serpentine road. You cling onto him from behind, softly yet firm to not puncture his wounds some more. Helmets on, the engine roaring in your ears, and the stunning cityscape with twinkling lights passing by felt like rapture. These kind of late nights— cruising downtown with him while the night is still young— were always, always the best.

Michael ended up taking you to a secluded hilltop with the breathtaking view of the city. The ambience of the night was so tranquil with him. Once again it felt like you were in this romance movie or novel starring just the both of you. You were sitting side by side with him on the leather seat, his left arm pulling you close to gently rest your head on his shoulder, as your gaze weaved through the distant cityscape. Then it suddenly drifted back to Michael, his side profile appearing so goddamn beautiful your chest started stirring.

You inched your head forward to analyze the scars on his face again. “How you feeling?”

He gave a small smile as he stared into you. “You have no idea, love.”

“I meant how are your injuries,” you chuckled. “Let me look at you real quick.”

Michael had no idea why, but a strange feeling of intense arousal rushed through him from the way you spoke. His heart rate grew erratic when you stood inevitably close before him and delicately held his chin up. The blazing tension of your eyes locked with his, looking up at you with such titillation it prickled down his skin. He wanted to crane his neck more and reach for a kiss from such intensity. He started growing more desperate when you kept looking at him like that. As if he was willing to submit to you…

“Looks good,” you mutter. A passionate sigh falls from your lips, slowly parting open and head slanting to the side. How bad you wanted to kiss him, leaning forward and whispering; “Come here.”

Pulling him by the chin, Michael instantly melts into your mouth. Everything felt so intimate, so passionate as you kept kissing him. Your boyfriend was irresistible to the unexplainable effect you bring to him. He feels safe, he feels comfort around your presence. The way your hands roamed around his neck, down to his chest, then down to his navel… all the way till you palmed the bulge in his jeans.

Michael chuckled between the kiss. “Right here, love? That’s what we’re doing now?”

“You know you love when I do this. ‘Cuz I get to have a taste this time.”

You kneel down before him, unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock out. Opening your mouth, you slide him inside your mouth. He throws his head back and sighs in content as you kept sucking him off slowly. You loved hearing him and watching the expressions he makes. Your hums vibrating on his dick were followed by his slight groans. The way you take control over him like this rose his fervor and arousal higher than ever. You were then only one in the world that he can fall submissive for; and he had no complaints about it.

"Goddamn.... if only you could see what I see," Michael sighed out. "You look so fucking hot right now.”

He instantly melted when you gaze up at him with those eyes you do while your throat was stuffed with his cock. Those doe, watery eyes, your glossed face and hallowed cheeks. Your lips and chin were already seeped with your drool and Michael's precum. The more his cock became lubricated in your mouth, the more easy it was to keep sucking and pushing your head up and down on him. He was starting to feel the tautness in his pelvis, the orgasm reveling in his dick, like he was going to burst all over you.

He exhaled sharply and whimpered, his right hand gripping tightly on the motorcyle’s handle. “Fuck… Ah, fuck. I’m gonna cum, baby. Please, please…”

“Do it,” you chided as you fisted his cock faster. “Be a good boy for me and cum all over my face.”

Michael’s head grew hazy the more you spoke and jerked him off; dizzy with desire and lost in the pervasive sensation pulsing through his cock until he couldn’t help but released. Poor boy couldn’t control his whimpers and cries. His cheeks flushed as he gazed downward, your face suffused in his cum and still kissing his sensitive tip. You even used it to wipe his mess off and clean it all up after by swallowing. He couldn’t express how he was so greedy, so enticed by this restless hunger for you after you did that to him. So greedy he grabbed you by your throat, brought you to your feet, and bent you over the motorcycle seat.

“Spread those legs for me,” Michael said breathlessly, still holding on your throat. “You’re gonna get fucked real good on here. And you’d like that, right?”

A weak, desperate nod was all you could reply with. Leaving the house with no panties was worth it since it would save more time— and for Michael to see your bare cunt glistening with your arousal under the moonlight. His hands hold your neck from behind while your elbows are propped on the leather seats. Drawing closer, Michael rubs himself on you until he slid inside. More sighs of content spill out in unison, as if nothing from this world feels as good than him sliding in you. Seeing you bent over his motorcycle with your back arched had him smitten. The way your pussy squeezed around his cock made him harder and harder, driving him to fuck you rough right into that spot.

“My pretty girl. Bounce that ass on me the way I like it. Mm, there you go. You always take my dick so well.”

Michael kept praising you while hammering his cock relentlessly it reduced you to a shattering mess. How merciless it was of him to ruin you while speaking softly at the same time. You started to lose the feeling in your thighs as your muscles trembled with the harsh smacks of his hips. The sounds the both of you made fall in sync with the sounds of pounding skin. He also falls weak to the sensation of your pussy constantly throbbing on him, wanting to reach the brink of orgasm again. He wanted it, he wanted it. The rapacity for each other grew erratic that no matter how hard he pulsed in you, or how messy you roll your hips on him— the lustful craving would intensify to a sweet orgasm that raptures both of you.

It took awhile later to catch your breaths. Michael became a more sweatier mess under that leather jacket. Holding you in his arms, he kept planting kisses on your forehead and rubbing your back. He was seated this time while you stood before him, your body numb just so he could hold you tighter.

“I never… thought of you bending me over your motorcycle like that,” you suddenly say. “That was really hot.”

“Maybe I should start bending you over wherever I want, then.” Michael kisses you again, caressing your waist. “You okay with that, love?”

You were combing his hair with your fingers. “Hm. Only when I’m wearing a skirt or a mini dress. Like tonight.”

“This one’s my favorite. Looks so good on you.” Michael playfully tugs the hem, his lips brushing against your neck to take in your scent. He couldn’t keep his hands off you the whole night that it sends your heart fluttering from how enticing it feels. Coated in moonlight you take in his scent, the taste so sweet but the high is oppressive. His mind becomes haunted by the hollow embrace of your gaze, it falls irresistible as he takes them in.

“You look good in anything,” he continued with a tender whisper, slanting your head just to kiss your cheek a couple times. “I can’t believe I get to call you mine.”

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