#he is. trying his best. and so stupid. i love him.

[nayedoll]

sweet coffee

joost klein x reader

warnings : fluff

summary : joost shows up at your apartment drunk two months after your breakup.

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You checked the time, unable to fall asleep after god knows how long you had been trying for. The clock read 4:01 A.M, the bright light emitting from it overwhelming your eyes. You sighed as you stared at the ceiling before accepting your fate for yet another night.

You had never been one to suffer from insomnia, the sudden lack of sleep getting to you and ruining every aspect of your daily life. You tried to convince yourself that it was the work stress but deep down you knew that the real reason behind your sleep problems was your recent breakup with your boyfriend of three years.

You and Joost had met at the coffee shop that you worked at as a struggling student during your university years. Absolutely mesmerized by you, Joost would come by everyday and order the same coffee; a cappuccino latte. It didn’t take long before you both fell in love with each other, helping each other heal from the struggles of the past.

But what started as a sweet relationship ended in the most bitter way you could have imagined. When Joost was picked to represent his country in Eurovision, you knew that he wouldn’t spend as much time with you anymore due to the hard preparation for such a big contest, something that you respected.

However, with time you felt him distancing himself from you more and more, calling you once every few days and giving dry replies. You tried to stay patient so as not to stress him out even more but him going on tour immediately after the contest ended was the last straw for you. After multiple days of nonstop arguing and crying, you finally made the hard decision to break up with him one day before his flight to Canada for a festival there.

Two months later, you were now sitting at the floor of your apartment with the windows wide open, the chilly summer night breeze clearing your mind. You grabbed your phone and scrolled through your old texts with Joost. The last conversation you’d had with him was the morning after you told him to end things.

may 27, 8:06 A.M

you left your hoodie here.

it’s ok u can keep it.

oh ok. thanks

Seen

You took a deep breath as you realized you were wearing the same hoodie right now, softly playing with the fabric to feel some kind of comfort. Seeing things from a different perspective now made you think about how stupid it had been of you to end a three year relationship just like that.

The guilt overtook your thoughts as you felt tears swelling up in your eyes. The sudden loud banging on your door made you flinch in fear, quickly wiping away any tears with the sleeves of your-or his-hoodie. You got up slowly to check who it was, carefully looking through the peep hole.

Your heart stopped at the sight of Joost outside of your apartment door. You quickly opened the door and his face lit up at your presence.

“Mijn liefste” he exclaimed and you pulled him into your apartment in a hurry before any of your neighbors could come out and realize where all the noise was coming from.

Closing the door, he immediately calmed down as he hugged you tightly. You reluctantly hugged him back, feeling how sweaty he was. He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, obviously having come back from a night out.

“What are you doing here?” you asked and tried to pull back but he didn’t let you.

“I missed you” he mumbled, his voice as sweet as ever.

“I didn’t know you were in Amsterdam. Aren’t you on tour?”

He tried to answer your question but gave up halfway, giving you an idea of just how drunk he was. He finally let go of you and you grabbed his hand caressing it.

“Let’s take care of this first” you laughed and he nodded as you tried your best to keep him from falling with Joost being way taller than you. After 5 minutes of struggling, you finally managed to walk him to the bathroom, leaving him alone to take a shower.

Meanwhile you made your way to the kitchen to make him some food and sober him up a little. Finally having some time to your thoughts, you smiled to yourself as you recalled him calling you liefste earlier.

He shortly came out of the shower already looking a lot more sober. He smiled at you as you passed him the food, the two of you holding eye contact for a moment longer. Your eyes trailed to his body and you noticed he was only wearing a towel.

“Hold on” you hurried into the bedroom that you once shared, searching for any of his clothes. Luckily you came across some baggy boxers you’d stolen from him a while back, finally returning them to Joost.

Noticing he was still topless, you got the idea to pass him the hoodie you were wearing, since it was his to begin with. As you took the hoodie off without a second thought, you were left with nothing than a bralette on top, making Joost glance to the floor to hide his smirk. You playfully slapped him on the shoulder before putting the hoodie on him, your eyes meeting again under the warm kitchen light.

It was evident in your eyes that you had so much to say to each other and didn’t even know where to start. He briefly looked down at your lips and you would have kissed him right then and there if it wasn’t for the fact that he looked exhausted.

“You should get some sleep” you advised him as you stepped away. He finally looked away from you mumbling something in agreement.

As he lied down on the couch, you recalled memories from the past when he’d carry you to the couch after getting back home together and place kisses all over your face and body.

“Sorry for waking you up earlier” he said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“It’s okay, not that I was asleep anyway” you joked and he made a curious face.

“How so?”

“I don’t know I just haven’t been sleeping well for some time after we…” you trailed off and he nodded apologetically. Things went silent for a few seconds, leaving you both to your thoughts.

“Come here” he said and you looked over as he patted the empty space next to him. You smiled and slowly lied down with him as he rested his hand on your waist. He turned to face you, your faces now inches away from each other.

This time you couldn’t avoid it. You kissed him, reluctantly at first but with more confidence as you felt him kiss you back. It was a sweet and slow kiss, your cheek leaning into his hand.

He pulled away, your breaths shallow from the length of the kiss.

“I love you so much” he said quietly and continued caressing your cheek.

“I love you too” you whispered feeling yourself slowly drifting off, joost’s soft pants and the distant sound of the passing cars lulling you to sleep.

The bright morning sun woke you up, finding yourself still in Joost’s arms. You reached for your phone to check the time, the gesture making Joost wake up as well.

“Goedenmorgen” he said in a raspy voice, placing a peck on your lips.

“Good morning” you replied and got up from the couch.

“What time is it?” Joost asked, rubbing his eyes from the sleep and you looked at your phone.

“9:34 A.M”

He nodded, following you to the kitchen where the warm sunlight was emitting from the window. He sat on the chair, staring at you making breakfast.

“What?” you laughed noticing his smile and intense stare.

“You’re beautiful” he responded and you turned your back to him to hide the blush forming in your cheeks.

“What coffee do you want?” you asked, voice still raspy from the sleep.

“Een cappuccino latte alsjeblieft”

[daycourtofficial]

And if my wishes came true, it would’ve been you

Pairing: Cassian x reader | WC: 1.7k | warnings: none

Summary: after spending your birthday forgotten by your best friend, you try to grapple with the fact that his affections definitely lie outside of you

Author’s note: happy (early) birthday @sarawritestories 🥳🥳 this was fun and I hope you have a great birthday, try not to get overloaded with fics!!

You closed your eyes, wanting to drown out the noise of the clock that kept ticking, every chime from it another punch to the gut. It was a quiet evening, the only noise was the wind howling outside. You looked down at the lone cupcake on your coffee table, the unlit candle nestled within the frosting.

You sighed, looking from the clock to the door once more, the clock reading that it was a new day. Your birthday was over and your best friend blew you off. You sighed, lighting the candle by yourself, looking into the flame before blowing it out, a wish in your thoughts.

You had been contemplating the wish since last week when Cassian had brought it up. Every year, you make some variation of the same wish - that Cassian would fall in love with you, that he was your mate, that he would declare his undying love for you.

This year had to be different. You had to be different. You blink back your tears, inhaling a breath, letting your thoughts go somewhere before exhaling, the breath extinguishing the flame.

I wish Cassian would see what he’s missing.

-

You woke the next day, sluggishly preparing for work before opening your door to find a bouquet and a white box on your welcome mat. You brought the bouquet in, smelling them as you plucked the card from the top of them.

Sorry I missed your birthday, hope you had fun anyway. Azriel.

You brought the flowers and the box of pastries inside, opening the lid to find your favorite doughnuts and turnovers. Cassian may have sucked, but his brothers were incredibly thoughtful. You knew Azriel had been away on a mission all week, and a part of you wished your heart yearned for the shadowsinger instead of Cassian.

At least Azriel wouldn’t ditch you for Cauldron knows what.

You sighed out of your nose. You were three hundred and fifty two, for Mother’s sake. Cassian was a stupid male. A beautiful one, but a stupid one. If he forgot your plans, you can respond maturely by forgetting him.

An easier said than done plan when the next time you saw him later that afternoon, he made an immediate beeline towards you, a massive smile on his face as he maneuvered through the crowded streets of Velaris.

“Hey, doll.”

You kept walking, determined to make it through the streets of Velaris without paying him any heed, except Cassian doesn’t quite get what you’re not saying.

“How are ya, buttercup? Haven’t seen you for a few days, you okay?”

He had to be joking. Was he really this obtuse?

“Fine.”

His smile faltered at your clipped tone, and he rushed to keep up with you as you slipped through the crowd.

His massive body kept bumping into random patrons, his wings nearly toppling over an entire table in his attempts at keeping up with you.

“Yesterday, Nes and I found this-“

“You were with Nesta yesterday?”

You stopped in your tracks and whipped your head around so quickly Cassian backsteps. You felt your eye twitch at Cassian’s revelation, but he seemed unfazed, albeit a bit confused.

“Uh, yeah. Is something wrong?”

You took a deep breath, trying to keep in your tears. You started counting your breaths, checking your bags, ensuring you have everything you came with. “It’s fine, Cass. I have to- I gotta go. I’m late.”

You spat your words out before looking down at the ground, missing the way his face softened at your words.

“Sweetheart, wait-“

Despite Cassian’s protests, you slipped through the crowd and you could hear his heavy steps follow after you, but once you were far enough from the crowd, you winnow away, leaving Cassian alone and confused on the streets of Velaris.

You landed in your apartment, your knees hitting the floor as you fell apart completely. You could handle a half assed excuse, but the fact he had no idea he blew you off for Nesta?

You were indifferent about Nesta - she was a force to be reckoned with, she stood up for herself, and she took shit from no one. You would even like her if it weren’t for Cassian.

You could understand why Cassian would be obsessed with her, why his eyes have hardly left her since she showed up into your lives months ago.

But it didn’t lessen the punch to the gut you felt every time you had to be subjected to it.

You decided to avoid Cassian and everyone else for several days, opting instead to stay home and try to figure out just how to move on, preferring some space to sort out your feelings.

Four days after your birthday, around midnight, loud incessant knocking woke you in the middle of the night. The soft pitter patter of rain had lulled you to sleep a few hours prior, but now a raging storm was going on outside, the harsh rain colliding with your window.

The knocking started again and you crossed your house trying to figure out who would be at your door at this hour.

“Sweetheart?”

Cassian’s voice stopped you cold in your tracks a few feet away from the door.

“Sweetheart, open the damn door before I kick it in.”

You knew he would too, which was exactly why you decided to open the door with no warning, causing him to stare as he saw you.

He was drenched. It was raining so hard outside, the water poured down his face, soaking his clothes entirely, his hair undone around his shoulders. He was breathing hard, and he likely took a hard and turbulent flight to get here.

The rain bounced off his wings, his hair was limp from the water, the trellises of hair curling at the ends. He looked devastatingly handsome on your doorstep.

He looked like a marble statue of a long forgotten god.

“Sweetheart I- can I come in?”

“No.” You shouted over the rain, and you were not sure why you’re being so petty. Does he really deserve this treatment for what - falling in love with someone who wasn’t you?

Yes, you decided, he does. Because you weren’t being petty about him being in love with Nesta, you were upset about him forgetting your birthday and blowing you off, not even a half assed apology from him.

“No?”

“No. Whatever you have to say, you can say it from there.”

You pointed at the doorstep. He rubbed a hand down his face, trying to clear the water from it but the action did very little to help. His smile was blinding as he laughed, but you saw a mixture of sorrow, annoyance, and amusement all dance across his face.

“I’m sorry I forgot your birthday.”

You wanted to slam the door in his face, wanted to lock him outside in the rain forever. But you couldn’t.

He was your Cassian.

And his foot was in the doorway, a precaution he took the moment you opened your door.

Bastard.

“Ever since I got back from the continent I haven’t been keeping track of my days well. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t- nothing would be more important.”

You scoff, “are you sure about that? Not even fucking Nesta is more important?”

He took a step back, shocked at your words, and you take the moment to try to shut the door, but his hand stops you.

“Nesta? What does she have to do with this?”

“What do you mean what does she have to do with this? Don’t be an idiot, Cass.”

He barked back at you, “I’m not being an idiot, I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

The two of you were now shouting to be heard over the rain, and you opened your door wide, moving towards him. The rain started falling on you, your doorstep not having an awning to protect you from the weather.

The rain soaked your nightgown, making it cling to you like a second skin, but your anger was making you so hot that you didn't even notice.

“You are being an idiot! Because I’m in love with you! And you’re in love with her! And you forgot me on my birthday!”

You pushed his shoulders, annoyance seeping from every pore. His face quirks in confusion, but he squared his shoulders, puffing out his chest to you.

“No, you’re the one being an idiot because I’m in love with you!”

Your heart stopped, but you weren’t sure if you heard him right. You stood up taller, getting in his face. “Oh yeah? Well, if you’re in love with me, why were you fucking Nesta on my birthday?”

He towered over you, his dark brown eyes looking into yours, his thick eyebrows drawn together.

“Fucking Nesta? Nesta was helping me plan things for your birthday. I knew I couldn’t ask Rhysand because he can’t keep secrets from you, Azriel’s been hard to catch the past few weeks, so I asked Nesta to help me pick out some jewelry for you!”

Your chest heaved, throat burning from yelling.

“So you love me?”

A crackle of thunder could be heard, causing you to flinch slightly. Cassian’s hands reached your arms, and it’s then that the chill of the rain started to seep into your bones.

“Of course I do! You’re the nicest, most beautiful, most caring female I’ve ever met!”

His words were lovely, but he was still shouting at you, a juxtaposition if you’ve ever seen one.

You scoffed, and you watched as it made him angrier. “Of course I fucking love you, why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, because Nesta’s hot?”

He threw his hands up in the air, running his hands down his face. “I thought you’d never want me. Nesta was helping me get the courage to tell you how I felt! She kept threatening me that she would do it if I didn’t and I suck with words, but gods damnit-“

His words cut off there as his hands roughly grabbed your face, pulling you into him. The kiss was magical, and your hands grabbed his shoulders to pull him in closer.

Despite the rain, he was so warm. The water cascaded down both of your faces, making it a little hard to breathe, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

He was the perfect mix of rough and gentle, the feeling of his hands and lips was so Cassian you wanted to laugh and scream. He was both so familiar and so new all at once, it was everything you ever thought he would be.

Your lungs eventually pulled you back, desperately clawing for air. The two of you looked at each other, Cassian’s thumb swiping across your jaw, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“Can I come in now?”

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[azrielslittleslut]

His Darkness

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel's mate wants to... play in his dungeon.

Warnings: pure smut, 18+, knife play, shadow play, choking, dark!Az, p in v, language, pet names, praise/degradation, i probably forgot something but seriously this is dark

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: this is a *mostly* REPOST from my old tumblr @azshighlady. (I had to do some editing because I lost part of it, so some of it is new for those of you who read it before!) Unfortunately, this is the only fanfic from that tumblr that was saved.. but this was the first Az smut I ever wrote, so I wanted to share it on here!

Enjoy!

The dungeons of the Hewn City were unusually cold, and the growls of the beasts that dwelled below could be heard echoing along the walls. From above, you could hear the denizens of the Court of Nightmares drinking and laughing, totally oblivious to what was about to happen below them.

You shifted in the chair, trying to ignore the goosebumps that had appeared on your skin because of the chill in the air. You were only wearing a thin piece of lingerie, something that your mate had laid out for you. It was a black teddy, with thin straps connected across your shoulders, leading down to the completely see-through lace that barely covered your breasts and stomach. Your favorite part of it was the fact that it was crotchless.

Easy access, you thought to yourself.

You leaned back, wondering how much longer before Azriel would appear. He loved this game. He loved making you wait for him, keeping you on edge. His patience was infinite, and he was a master at torturing you with pleasure. Despite your whining and complaining, the wait was always worth it.

While you waited, you thought back to the conversation that led you here in the first place. It happened a few weeks ago while the two of you were eating dinner at home.

“I want to try something,” you said, looking at Azriel with scheming eyes. You were nervous to bring up this fantasy, scared that he would object. But your mate always did what he could to make you happy, sometimes even at the expense of himself.

Azriel smiled, noting the look in your eyes. “Oh, do tell, my love,” he said. “This sounds like it will be interesting.”

You stood and walked over to him, plopping yourself down in his lap. His scarred hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer. “I want you to take me into your dungeon and play with me,” you whispered, trying to fight the blush that crept onto your cheeks. You looked up at him through your lashes, reading his expression.

He was silent, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide. You immediately regretted bringing it up. Torturing and working in the dungeons was his job, what he did to protect his court. It would make sense if he did not want to bring that into his personal life, especially his life with you.

You pulled away, meaning to stand. “I’m sorry,” you muttered. “Forget I said anything.”

His grip on you tightened, holding you in place. “No, don’t apologize. I’m just surprised,” he admitted. He gripped your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to scare you, love.”

You smiled at him, leaning your forehead against his. “You never scare me, Az. I love you, and I trust you. I want this. I want you, all of you. Darkness and all.”

Azriel had agreed after that, promising that he would do this for you. The conversation had been mostly forgotten, or so you thought. You had been surprised earlier when you had walked into the bedroom and noticed the lingerie on the bed with a note that said, The Spymaster requests your presence in his dungeon. Do not be late.

That had been hours ago. Hours of you sitting here, waiting, ignoring the growing wetness between your legs from the anticipation of what was to come. You started to wonder if he had forgotten or changed his mind.

You were about to stand to leave, thinking it was best to forget about this stupid fantasy when the shadows in the room started to move, growing thicker and darker. You sat back down, knowing your mate was here.

He appeared from the shadows, his hazel eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dressed in his leathers, and you noted how perfectly they molded to his muscled body. He flared his wings proudly before tucking them in and walking over to you. As he moved, you noticed Truth-Teller strapped to his thigh, the obsidian hilt gobbling up the shadows and darkness around.

“Did you get impatient, pet?” he asked in the voice that had no doubt broken countless enemies. There was no kindness or love in his tone or on his face. This was the shadowsinger, the feared Spymaster of the Night Court. The male who had fought in countless battles and won them all. The male who brought enemies to their knees and who had charmed allies. The male who was your mate.

How did you get so fucking lucky?

You bowed your head, lacing your hands in your lap. “No, sir,” you whispered. “I just needed to stretch my legs.”

Azriel hummed to himself, and you could feel his eyes raking every inch of your body. “My shadows tell me otherwise. They’ve been watching you, and it seems you thought you were going to get up and leave.” He clicked his tongue. “Bad prisoners get punished for disobeying my orders.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, but you couldn’t deny the thrill and excitement of this, of him. “My apologies, sir. It won’t happen again.”

He leaned forward, and you could feel his breath in your ear. “Do you remember your safe words?” he whispered, his voice like shadows given sound.

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He chucked darkly. “Let’s play then, pet.”

He gripped your thighs in his hands, spreading them open. “You’re already so wet for me, and I haven’t even touched you. So needy for me.”

His shadows crept up your legs, moving across your pussy. You throw your head back, letting out a moan that echoed along the stone walls. They danced along your clit, and you could feel your wetness dripping onto the chair and down your inner thighs. “Please, sir. Please touch me.” He had kept you waiting for so long, and your need for him was driving you crazy.

“You’re in my dungeon. You’re my prisoner. I will decide when I want to touch you. Understood?” he said, digging his finger into your skin for emphasis. He was gripping you so tight you knew there would be marks on your skin the next day.

Good. You love it when he marks you. Claims you.

You felt his shadows move, wrapping around your thighs. They tightened around them, and you realized they were holding your legs open. You tried to move them, but they had a firm grip. You were open and bare for your mate, and Azriel took in your body with a predatory hunger in his eyes.

"So pretty, wrapped up in my shadows," he murmured to himself as he reached down to pull Truth-Teller from where it was sheathed at his thigh. "I bet you will look even prettier when I fuck you with this."

Slowly, he ran the hilt of the blade through your cunt, covering it with your wetness. You cried out as he pushed it in, loving the feeling of the ridges along your walls. "Y-yes," you gasped.

Azriel began to thrust the blade in harshly. "Do you know how many people cower in fear when they see this blade?" he asked, his voice low. "How many people have lost their lives to it? But here you are.. being fucked by it. Such a dirty girl."

You were beyond words, totally focused on the feeling of the cold metal moving inside of you. You began to feel the early waves of your climax begin to build, and your legs started shaking.

"I want you to cum on my knife," he whispers, leaning down to bite your earlobe. "I want this to be covered in your scent so everyone knows who I belong to." He pushed it in as deep as it could go, and you moaned as waves of pleasure washed over you. "That's it, pet. Make a mess on my knife."

He pulled the blade out and pressed the tip against your lips. "Open," he commanded. "Clean it up."

You licked the metal, groaning at the taste of yourself. When he was satisfied with your work, he sheathed Truth-Teller once again at his thigh. His eyes darkened, and you gasped as you felt his shadows move up, wrapping themselves around your wrists. They lifted you out of the chair, securing themselves on a beam somewhere far above your head. The shadows around your thighs tightened as they spread your legs open more.

You were hanging in his dungeon, bound by his shadows, completely at his mercy.

Azriel settled himself between your thighs as he quickly opened his trousers. He grabbed you by the throat, squeezing softly. "I won't be gentle."

You nodded. "I don't want gentle."

He smirked, pushing his cock inside of you in one powerful thrust. You threw your head back, your arms straining against the shadows. He set a brutal pace, and you cry out at the feeling of his balls slapping against you.

"Fuck, yes!" you moan. "Just like that." His cock hit the deepest parts of you, causing your eyes to roll back. More of his shadows began to touch you, teasing your clit. You let out a moan that sounded inhuman as you came again, spilling your essence all over yourself and Azriel.

His thrusts became erratic, totally wild, and unchecked. He groaned as he came, spilling himself into your womb. He kept thrusting, making sure nothing leaked out. "Gotta fill you up," he murmured.

He hated when he cum leaked out of you.

For a few moments after, the only sound that could be heard in the quiet dungeon was your ragged breaths. His shadows released you, and you immediately wrap your arms around his neck. He held you against him, keeping your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

His eyes were no longer full of lust. Now, they had lightened to their normal hazel, and they were full of love. "Are you alright? Was that alright?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

You giggled, leaning forward to kiss him. "That was amazing, my love. You are amazing."

Azriel was your mate, your love, your friend. It had always been the two of you against the world, and that's how it always would be. He was yours and you were his, and you accepted every part of him.

His darkness could never scare you.

[i-eat-dynamites]

` > incest, 3some, spit, mentions of pregnancy, nasty, nasty, NASTY┆pt.1

- - -

"... Fuck did'ya say..?" Katsuki growled, his fingers dug on the fat of your thighs, awaiting his best friends reply. "It broke man, the condom." Eijiro mumbled, he looked at the stretched hole on the tip of his dick where the plastic uncomfortably constricted before ripping it off.

"C'mon, Kats, just this once." He positioned himself in between your legs again, using both his thumbs to spread your cunt open, poking and prodding it using his dick. "Tch... fuckin' bastard.....do it quick, greedy asshole." Katsuki sneered.

"W-what? You're g'nna... let 'im cum in me─?!" Your head still hazy and dizzy from your previous orgasm. "Finally came down from ya' high princess~?" Eijiro caressed your cheeks before planting a gentle kiss on it. "She still up for another load hm? Think she s right" He pried, rubbing the tip of his raw meat on your cunt.

'Y-you're seriously gunna cum n' me...?" "Yeah... but blastys head is itchin' t'xplode so... I'll make it quick 'kay..? don't worry though... I'll make sure t' fill ya up a shitton so there won't be anymore space left in your cunt for your bros seed~" Eijiro chuckled before plunging himself into you once more.

His muscles tensed at the hot and squishy feeling of your cervix around him. "Oh my god, oh go─d! fuck! s-soo deep-!!" Your arms fly around, trying to grab on something, anything, even reaching for your brother, grabbing onto his shoulders before digging your nails into them.

"Oh shiiit... y'feel me baby~? Wa-wanna be filled with... ba-babies~?" His hips began moving, but this time, no more gentle thrusts. His pace was animalistic and brutal to begin with, sending the headboard back and hitting the wall.

"Oh shit.. shit shit shit shit shiiiiit... mhfuck-! ohh fu─ck!" Eijiro moaned loudly, his hips messily pounding into you. Your arms fly around, trying to grab on something, anything. Your head was on Katsuki's chest while your legs were over Eijiro's shoulders.

"Fuck'n take it.. ugh go─d! take it, take it take it take i─t!!" His entire body shook while trying to press himself into you as hard as he can to ensure you take all of his cum. Eijiro panted, as if he was a pent up and desperate dog, humping and rutting into your cunt.

His muscles tensed, placing all his body weight on you. "Tch, ya tryna crush 'er idiot-?! Fuck off." Katsuki sneered before pushing his friend off of you. "F'she ends up havin' black 'aired babies, ma'fuckin' kill you." Katsuki gently flipped you around, now having you on your tummy while he placed a pillow just beneath your hips.

"Mnnh...'suki...yer turn.." You wiggled your ass a bit, spreading open your soft cheeks and giving him an eye full of your pink lil butt. "What, want my kids too sis? Heh..mom raised a bitch didn't she? raised a slutty fuckin daughter, always kissin' 'er big bros dick every night and havin' his friends take turns fuckin' this needy n' greedy little cunt yeah?"

He massaging your cheeks, groping and spreading them open. "Y.. you ass... stop teasin' jeez..." You mumble before spreading your legs open for him, the mixture of you and Eijiro's cum making your inner thighs sticky and shiny. Katsuki spat on your ass, watching it slowly slide down your ass as it dribbles down onto the mattress.

"Shut up.. ya already got his cum seeping outta your cunt. M'gonna be fuckin' that cute butt, high time she gets some love and cum deep in 'er~" He slips his dick in between your ass cheeks, slapping your ass and teasing the tight entrance with his cocktip.

"Mnn....Kats please.." "Tsk.. shut that mouth and be fuckin' good yeah? else I'll fuck your sorry ass all night." He growled into your ear, both his arms wrapped tightly around you when he dropped all of him into your ass. "Oh fuck... so.. fuckin' tight.. shit.."

"Y'stupid-! stupid.. f'ckn... 'itch..." "Yeeah, that's what ma'make f'ya if ya keep runnin' that mouth." "Katsuk──i.... fuck my pussy idiot.... not m'butt..." You bury your head onto the plush pillows, embarrassed. "That desperate for bros cum huh? Ya want t'make our damn fam tree a fuckin' circle huh? Fine then... t'was just father's day a few days ago right? might as well fuckin' be one!"

He quickly pulled out of your ass then lifted your hips before slammed himself into your used cunt, his pace wasn't fast but wasn't too slow either, each thrust would have his dick all the way in then all the way out. "Oh fuck.. fuck fuck yesss... ~!! Give it t'me 'sukiiiiii oh my go-d..."

"Tch, yer damn loose here sweets.. so fucking warm too..." Katsuki griped, his movements slowly becoming more and more erratic. You're completely blist out, eyes rolling to the back of your head while your arms are bound by his strong and bigger ones.

"Wanna fuck'n get pregnant right? Want those tits full of milk huh? Wanna give our parents a grandkid already? ya nasty fuckin' bitch.." Katsuki groaned, beads of his sweat covering your back and making them glisten.

"Mnfuck yes! Please yes... I want that... want that sooo bad please, please, please 'Sukiii~!" Pretty face of yours tear stained and flushed, lips swole and body numb. Katsuki chuckled them scanned your expression, glad to have fucked his sister dumber than his friend did.

"Damn you bitch... always sending blood t'my dick whenever ya flaunt that ass 'round the dorms.. y' wanna be a free use whore eh~?" Thrusts become stronger, his balls slapping your soppy cunt while he's beating you with his cock.

"Gonna cum.. ya excited sis? Wanna feel bros hot n' sticky fucking cum in ya huh─?" You mindlessly nod, all fucked out and stupid. You clench around him, wanting to milk him and have your insides pumped full of big brother seed. "FUCK! Gimme~! gimme, gimme, gimme please Katsuki~! want it s'ba──d please! please breed me- breed me breed me breed meeee.."

You whined, pushing your ass back into him. Every thrust of his makes your pussy gush out and spray all over the sheets. "Oh shit..." "Nyes! Please inside me! inside me please-!" "I know sis, shut it." Katsuki grunted, feeling his balls stick up and squishing you underneath him while he paints your insides white, his cum spurting deep inside.

Making sure you take every single drop, and not one is wasted. He lays on you, cock getting soft inside. "Ohhh fuck... fuck.. fuuuck..." Katsuki whispered, kissing your nape and nibbling on your reddened ears.

"Y'okay?" "..." "Sis?" He leaned over, looking at your cute little face, all passed out and moaning very softly. "...Damn whore fell asleep... heh. Got yer brains fucked out and you're just gonna pass out on me princess? How cruel... ya were wide awake when Kiri had his turn too... and not even a kiss goodnight huh? You break my heart sis...s'all fine though... I'll make sure ya wake up with a sore body.. "

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[buckttommy]

tommy giving buck head on the couch while they’re relaxing is something I didn’t know could be so personal and special to me

so, in the image i have in my head is: it's a lazy day. buck's laying on the sofa with his head against the arm rest, one arm behind his head, the other arm slung across his stomach while he looks for something to watch on tv. he's wearing grey sweatpants - the soft ones that drive tommy just a little bit insane - and a thin, white tshirt that does nothing to hide how hard his nipples are. he swears it's cos of the aircon in his loft but he knows it's mostly because of the way tommy is looking at him from across the loft.

he's not surprised when tommy crosses the room and leans over the side of the other arm rest until he's half on top of his legs. he's definitely not surprised when tommy starts nosing at the outline of his cock through his pants. buck drops a hand on the top of tommy's head and combs his fingers through his hair. he's freeballing today so it's painfully obvious when he starts to get hard just from the proximity of tommy's mouth to his dick. tommy taps his hip with the flat of his hand and buck obediently lifts his hips so tommy can pull the waistband of his sweats down underneath his cock.

tommy starts slow. not even because he's trying to tease, buck knows. he starts slow because he genuinely loves it which is kind of crazy to buck because, like, he loves dick too obviously but tommy really loves having him in his mouth. he savors it, like he's eating his favorite dessert. buck lays back on the sofa, head thrown back, soft little noises spilling from his mouth while tommy gives him the best damn blowjob of his life (in all fairness, buck thinks every blowjob tommy gives him is the best damn blowjob of his life. but anyways). he grunts and gives tiny little thrusts up into tommy's mouth because he just can't help it, and then gives harder thrusts when tommy goes boneless on top of him, just letting buck use him. and they go like that until buck comes with a soft, wounded sound in tommy's mouth. it still drives him crazy how tommy swallows every time.

"was that good for you?" tommy asks, because he's a little stupid and buck loves him.

buck hums. "that was fucking perfect, baby. you're fucking perfect."

tommy smiles a little. he kisses the jut of buck's hip and pulls the elastic of his waistband up. buck puts on a movie, his fingers still scratching through tommy's hair, and then they watch tv until they fall asleep.

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: I think we all know I basically spent these 3 chapters cackling maniacally

In the demon business, we call that BAIT!

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I'm all but wiggling happily. I love a good game of chess. I'm not entirely sure it actually is a game of chess beyond in Kabru's mind.

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OH GOOD HE'S A LITTLE BIT STUPID. This comic really does take care to portray people as badass, hyper-competent, and kinda stupid, all in different ways.

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oh, ALWAYS love a Santa-coded crime boss.

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I appreciate that Kabru's pride is solidly among the things he's 100% willing to temporarily ignore in order to be someone's friend/get them to do what he wants. I like that in a man.

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Interesting - clearly he's being magically influenced, but not so...directly? as to have the hourglass pupils.

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^ words of a man who is about to get his ass, and his entire criminal organization, absolutely WHUPPED by like 6 elves. I suspect the Canaries are underestimating the tallmen and other denizens of this dungeon, because they're arrogant pricks, but the locals are underestimating this elite team of elvish warriors a LOT more. I can't wait to find out what they're actually doing while "sight-seeing." Spreading out into tactical positions, maybe?

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ASS! WHUPPED! omg it's like an evil version of the Wink.

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I want to see this fight animated so fucking bad.

I dunno, Kabru, he clearly uses the combination pretty fucking effectively.

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WHY DO YOU THINK THAT A VISIBLE DEMONSTRATION OF MONSTERS WILL GET THROUGH WHERE WORDS DIDN'T? These people already know there are monsters down here... And at best, of course, a bunch of people will die... But they're just short-lived races so I suppose it doesn't matter :)

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While I do appreciate this dedication to making Mithrun look as cool as possible at all times, sending a giant, zombie-making walking mushroom into the middle of the Level 4 lake is going to be SUCH a disruption to that ecosystem!! Somewhere, Senshi just groaned in pain like Obi-Wan when Alderaan was destroyed.

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Mithrun has recognized that Kabru is going at picking out unusual people in a crowd, and is now using him as a manhandled tool to do so, and I just think that's Neat.

And it works! (So now it's their turn to get their asses handed to them.)

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This chapter cover is giving me a lot of feelings about...love, and families of choice.

Except for how I'm holding Laios in one arm while brandishing a knife at that lion fountain behind him. Get the HELL away from my boy, you tiny manifestation of the granting of wishes, and all you greater ones as well.

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oh are they now? They're definitely canaries in a coal mine, then. Badass and valued for their skills, but disposable. Hmm AU where Marcille...

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oh my god holy shit never mind, it turns out Thistle sucks at this when facing an opponent who isn't caught off-guard.

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It is possible that Mithrun is honestly, earnestly trying to help Thistle? As best he can?

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Sharing food as love!!!

MY GIRL!!

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STILL A TEAM!

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Oh Mithrun actually only has one eye, it's not just dramatic anime effect + hair flop? Hm. Should have a cool scar to make it clearer. I'm impressed with what depth perception he's shown, though, with the teleporting!

Obviously this does mean he ranks up in the Favorite Characters list.

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Kabru: Ooh nice strategy, manipulating all those people in order to manipulate that one person!

Kabru: Wait, right, I still don't like you.

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Yes! Yes! The Kabru's inner desires is OUT! He is impulsively risking this chance to prevent another Utaya - his stated goal, the obvious greater good, definitely very genuinely his primary focus - in favor of demanding the answers he WANTS, and the independence from long-lived elves.

YOU TELL 'EM, BUDDY! TAKE A STAND! BURN YOUR BRIDGES!!

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I appreciate that Mithrun isn't bad at this personal assessment thing.

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brb need to go chew a wall or something!

[jrueships]

Paul George on Stephen A. Smith’s Kawhi Leonard jab: “I didn’t like that moment… Kawhi wants to play… We exhausted a lot out of Kawhi this season. So at some point your body breaks you down… I didn’t appreciate that moment. I know I laughed because the situation was lighthearted, but deep down it was like you gotta let that go, Stephen A.”

Paul George, knight in shining armor

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Help me! I'm hypnotized...

The loser roommate I got stuck with did something to my brain. I didn't think it was possible, but that pathetic fag somehow put me in a trance. I don't remember how: with a pendant or spiral; but it doesn't matter! What matters is that at any second he can say a trigger word, and I end up like this: smiling and flexing like a fucking idiot 'till he releases me.

Sure, I look like I'm alright, but I've been stuck in this pose for two hours. My biceps ache and my shoulders are on fire. Add to that a leg cramp that I cant walk off and you'll realize how awful this torture is.

I'd just been trying to finish an essay (his essay to be exact.) I might be on the football team, but this lazy geek is forcing me to do his homework for him! And even though he ordered me to do that, against my will, he calls me up and says my fucking trigger word! It's fucking ridiculous! I used to go out and party with my teammates on nights like this, but now I'm stuck being this dweeb's mannequin-on-command.

I just know he's going to boss me around when he finally gets here. He'll probably make me cook him dinner again. I'd spit in it if I could -hell, I'd probably poison it if I could- but I know I'll be stuck in my own body again. I hate it when he tells me to smile and serve him like a waiter. God, its humiliating...

He makes me workout during my free time, which I have a lot of now that I can't speak to any of my old buddies. I gotta say that my body's never looked better. I guess their is one upside to being under his control: whenever he tells me to train harder, I have to do it.

The gym is the one area of my life where I can at least pretend that I'm not someone's trained monkey. Still, the fact that I can't even shower without his permission is a pretty harsh reminder. Whenever I get back from a workout, my legs march straight to the table where I sit, flex, and smile while I wait for him to tell me what to do. It doesn't matter how tired or hot I am. Sometimes, he doesn't even let me shower. He just tells me to mop the sweat up with my shirt and then put it back on.

I think the nerd has a thing for sweaty jocks or something. The thought of this creep making me do all this to get his little dick hard pisses me off more than anything...

I applied for a job today. It wasn't because I wanted to. My roommate decided that he wants more spending money, so he turned to me and said that I was going to earn it for him. So it wasn't enough for me to be his personal chef, maid, and eye candy! I have to be his fucking ATM now too?!

The tie wasn't my idea either. He told me to go buy some fancy clothes to make sure I impressed my "future employer." He's such a dweeb, and now he's making me dress like a loser too.

Obviously I nailed the interview. It wasn't hard when he programmed me to say things like "I've always wanted to deliver pizzas," or "I want to be the best employee you've ever had!" He made me sound like such a kiss-ass for a stupid minimum-wage job. Even the guy interviewing me thought I was being a bit excessive! I got hired on the spot, and I'm already scheduled every night this week, because my roommate specifically made me ask for as many hours as possible.

Now that I'm done with probably the most humiliating thing I've ever done, I'm stuck flexing with a tie on 'till that asshole gets home...

I got my first paycheck after a long couple of weeks doing his classwork during the day and delivering pizzas at night. My roommate texted and told me to wait by the front door with my paycheck. Apparently, he's going out tonight with some of his loser friends and wants the cash now. I can't believe I'm about to hand it over to him.

"Hey, handsome," he calls, shutting his car door.

"I'm glad your home, sir. How was your day?"

I do not give a shit about his day! He ordered me to say that whenever he gets back. He's also programmed me to get up and hug him like I'm a fucking queer in love!

"Better now," he purrs, squeezing my butt cheek while we hug, "You should come with me and my friends tonight."

The last thing I want to do is be around him and his pansy-assed friends. "Yes, sir," I smile.

"We're going to a gay bar, and I think you would be an excellent wingman."

My stomach drops at the sound of a gay bar. I don't want to be anywhere near that place, and I really don't want the guy with total control over me parading me around that place like I'm his fucking slut! Where is this going? He wouldn't make me do anything gay, right? The terrifying truth is he could. He could order me to act like a stripper there, or...or worse. Fuck! I don't think there's anything he couldn't make me do. He could order me on my knees right now, and I'd do it with this stupid smile still plastered across my face. He could make me blow his tiny cock, and I'd be helpless to do anything other than enthusiastically suck! I don't want to go to that gay bar. I have to escape.

"Yes, sir," I hear my voice gleefully ring out.

[mattybsgroupie]

ex’s and tattoos | matt sturniolo

contents: cursing; fighting; (kinda) toxic relationship; oral (m receiving); fingering (f receiving); use of “y/n”; switch!matt

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notes: 400 million followers but been flopping these last weeks do you guys hate me or what??? lol jk, as usual thank you so much for the love and special thanks to my loyal readers (@thepubeburgler my girl!) i always keep an eye on you guys <3 sorry for not being as active here but now im in my break so every week new story! as usual not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes, hope you enjoy this one!!!

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it had been two and a half weeks since matt and i broke up. for the third time.

i had no reason to be there other than respect for matts and i mutual friends. they knew, of course, we were no longer together - but that didn’t mean we could be at the same place, acting like civilized adults.

i rested my lower back against the countertop, quietly sipping the drink in my hand as i nodded to the ones that’d greet me.

i noticed him from miles away. the familiar laugh made my stomach flutter while i watched him from a distance, hoping he wouldn’t notice me there. i didn’t have the energy to fight him, nor work things out.

he, however, felt as my eyes pierced through his back and soon looked at me, blue eyes scanning my body before locking his orbs to my own.

“having fun?” matt asked, coming in my direction and mimicking my position.

“always a blast” i responded, not daring to move one bit.

“enjoying the guys checking you out?” he teased, trying to piss me off. “not one of them is gonna hit on you. they know you’re mine, y/n”.

“you must enjoy making my life way harder than it should be don’t you, matt?”

“it’s my favorite thing to do” he giggled, sincerely this time. i could tell the difference without even looking at him. “you know what else is hard? me”

“that’s not my problem. you should ask if some girl is willing to jack off this tiny dick of yours” i rolled my eyes, moving to face him.

“yeah? same dick that fucked you dumb… how many times?” matt whispered in my ear, leaning closer to my face. the warmth of his body made me feel safe again, the usual feeling of being around matt slowly taking over me. i had to get myself together before speaking up again, “i have no idea what you’re talking about”.

“now you don’t?” he leaned against the countertop once again, crossing his arms as he tilted his head. “i must have forgotten how stupid you are”

“i must be if im still talking to you”

“yeah y/n, keep on talking like this and we’re gonna have another problem other than fixing what happened” matt said, traveling his eyes through my body before landing back at his pants, bulge tenting under the jeans.

“oh, i couldn’t care less about this” i said, clearly referring to his cock when, in fact, i was dying to jerk him off right there.

“do you really wanna have this conversation now?” he misunderstood, thinking i was talking about whatever our relationship meant at this point.

“i never wanted to talked to you in the first place” my hands gave up on holding the plastic cup, putting it away before resting my palm on his shoulder. i trailed down his neck, stopping by the sweater strings and playing with them. “you’re the one who came here.”

“cant help it when you look this good, mamas” he confessed, breathing heavily as his chest gradually filled in more air.

“oh fuck you matthew” it was a low blow. i knew he was gonna try to get me back tonight, and i also knew i would give in anytime he asked me to.

“you’d love that wouldn’t you?” i had to walk away, leaving a giggling matt behind who soon took my cup and drank from it before going back to his friends.

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nothing was fun without him. i tried my best to have a good time and distract myself from the growing heat inside my panties, but knowing matt was around, checking every movement of mine was starting to drive my crazy. i told my friends i’d leave, thanked them for the invitation and quickly made my way to the bathroom to wash my hands and check my makeup and hair before calling an uber.

i heard three knocks on the door. “it’s open” i said allowing anyone to come in because i wasn’t really doing anything private. it slowly opened, revealing a smiling matt coming inside.

“before you say anything” he started. “check this out!” matt said, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up, sweater nowhere to be found. he had a new tattoo on his shoulder, showing a sunflower garden painted across his skin.

“it’s really pretty, matt” i smiled.

“it’s for you” i rolled my eyes and looked away, not believing any of his words before resting my back against the sink. “look at me” he called, and my body instantly reacted by doing what he told me to. we kept starring at each other for a few seconds, not really sure of what to say.

“can i kiss you?” matt finally asked, leaning over me and holding my face with both hands as i nodded frantically. he could do whatever he wanted with me.

his lips touched mine and my stomach dropped, as if it was the first time we’d kissed. i was incredibly sensitive to matt’s touch, my breath getting heavier as he deepened the kiss. one of his hands traveled down my body, stopping by my waist and holding it tightly while his thumb caressed my cheek.

matt licked my lower lip, silently asking if he could go further. i opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to slide in, the lewd sounds getting louder. i moved my hand to the back of his head, groping his hair strongly before pulling away in order to get some air back. “fuck, matt” i whispered, not being able to take my eyes of his swollen pout.

now i was the one who took control of the situation, pushing him against the wall of the tiny bathroom and and trailing kisses all the way down his neck, making sure i’d leave marks for him to see the next morning. matt whined as i positioned myself between his legs, letting him joint his hips forward. i could feel matt’s bulge rutting against me, hard cock begging to be touched.

“you… you look so good today” he breathed out, hands moving to my ass, bringing our bodies even closer, almost humping each other.

i was dripping wet.

as i kept on kissing him, my fingers quickly made their way to his waistband, receiving a gasp from matt. i smiled before palming him through his jeans, grabbing his cock and he responded by placing his hands on my breasts, massaging it over my clothes. i unintentionally let a moan escape when his thumb brushed over my nipples, matt’s eyes finally opening.

he placed his palm under my shirt, pressuring against my skin. i nodded once again, letting him remove my outfit and expose my underwear. “who’s that pretty lingerie for?” he asked before moving his lips to my shoulders, slowly making his way to my boobs.

“no one” i answered, fingers tangling in his brown locks. matt giggled, muffling against my skin. “good thing i’m the one taking it off” he said, quickly untying my bra and making my breasts fall over his face. matt licked my hardened nub, swirling his tongue around before sucking it. i whined as his index and thumb pinched my other nipple.

“i fucking- hate you!” i complained, pretending not to enjoy when he was rough. matt slapped the boob he was pinching before, free hand moving to my jaw and holding it tightly, making me look at him.

“already know that babe, but you love my fingers don’t you?” he teased and i slightly opened my mouth, letting him place his digits on my tongue. i wrapped my lips around them and started to suck hungrily, putting on a show for him. matt’s grin grew bigger, and so did the tent on his pants. poor thing, holding himself to not bend me over and fuck me without asking, knowing he’d be punished when doing something without permission.

“take this off for me hm?” matt whispered, already removing my shorts. i didn’t notice he had pulled my panties down as well, goosebumps taking over my body as i felt his fingers brush against my lower lips.

“open up” he said moving our bodies further, picking me up by my waist and making me sit on the sink’s counter, the cold material in contrast with my heat making me gasp.

i opened my legs and wrapped my arms around matt's neck, resting in each side of his shoulder as he kept running his fingers through my folds. his thumb soon met my swollen clit, circling over it before moving to my entrance. he teased me a bit, letting the tip of his digits rest in my wet hole. my shaky breathes turned to whimpers as he slid in, making me bite my own lips to cover my moans.

“you’re all tight” matt said as he pushed it inside, stretching my cunt. after three weeks without him, of course i was tight again. his fingers used to fit me so well, but now it felt like the first time again. the burning sensation of my walls clenching against matt's hand made me throw my head back, not being able to speak as he kept on rubbing my clit, trying to slid a second finger in.

“haven’t found anyone to fuck you as good as i do?” he asked, noticing my struggle. “tell me who fucks you the best?”

“you matt- fuck!” i whined while matt kissed my neck, finally pushing his index and filling me up completely.

“and you take me so well don’t you? how many fingers do i have to put in until you get used back to the size of my cock?” each word that came out his mouth made me throb, feeling my orgasm approaching when his fingers curled inside of me. i'd tell matt to shut up, but i wanted - i needed - him more than ever.

“wanna cum” i cried, loud moans taking over the the place “matthew babe, fuck, please”.

“when did i ever made you beg?” he giggled at my desperation, pounding deeper into me. “show me how much you missed me, princess... need to see you coming to me” he pleaded and soon my orgasm crashed down on me, making me arch my back and wrap his waist with my trembeling legs. i sinked my teeth in his exposed skin, trying to not make a sound as i leaked onto matt's fingers.

i opened my eyes as i came back to my senses, my forehead resting on matt's shoulder while he carressed my back. when he kissed the top of my head, i realized he was about to burst on his pants. he did me so good and i knew he missed me as well, so i quickly moved my hands to his belt and unzipped his jeans.

“oh- you’re taking care of me?” his eyes widened as we exchanged positions and i kneeled on the floor, not expecting to get any reward today.

i pulled his underwear down, finally freeing his aching cock. i wrapped my hand around his shaft, pumping him quickly and spreading his pre cum downards. matt groaned when i licked his tip, tilting his head back, “fuck y/n your mouth is so fucking g-good”.

my lips swalloed his tip, his dick twitching my hand as i lowered myself on his length “please, please don’t tease” he begged.

his left hand went to my hair, bobbing my head up and down, trying to fasten my pace.

“shit ma, i’m not gonna last long” matt whined, bucking his hips forward in order to get more friction as i lazily dragged my tongue through his cock. “gonna c-cum” he warned, not really trying to stop himself. his legs struggled to keep standing, heavy breathing turned to whimpers as he finally released, sticky spurt filling my mouth.

“why are you so good?” he asked jokingly, coming from his high. he pulled out after realizing i couldn’t speak while still blowing him off, giggling as i got up and nestled myself on his chest.

“here” he said, putting his hand under my chin. “you don’t have to swallow this” matt smiled, letting me spit his load on his palm. after doing so, i licked again, swallowing both his cum and my spit. “fuck, you’re so hot”.

i wasn’t sure what had just happened and what we would do afterwards. however, i giggled as i rolled my eyes, realizing i’d love him no matter how many times we’d break up.

“next thing i’m getting tattooed is your name” matt said, helping me put my bra and fix my hair.

“fuck, you’re not” i said in disbelief, giving him a peck on the lips before opening the door.

“you don’t get a saying on that, sweetheart” he answered, zipping his pants up and following me outside. “so, wanna a ride home?”

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[ripdragonbeans]

Zeno's Paradox // modern!Aemond x reader (2/2)

•Aemond x Reader, Aemond x Floris, Jace x reader•

Summary: You and Aemond instantly clicked when you met at university. So why did he choose Floris instead of you?

TW (overall): afab reader, p in v, oral (f receiving), swearing, talk of violence, talk of losing a body part

Part 1

You and Jace had a plan for every day. Every morning you'd meet up with him at the cafeteria. He'd sit close enough to you that your knees would be touching. Any time you talked your heads would be bent down and close, giving the illusion of wanting to be only with each other and no one else. 

It took a few days but finally Aemond and Floris showed up one morning for breakfast. Seeing them hurt your heart. You looked at Jace and nodded.

“Let's go then,” Jace smiled. “I'm gonna say a joke and you're gonna laugh like it's the funniest shit you've ever heard.” He cleared his throat. “What's red and bad for your teeth?”

Oh gods.

“A brick!”

You looked Jace dead in the eye with absolutely no amusement. “Seriously?”

“Just laugh,” he whispered.

As you saw Aemond and Floris get closer you let out the biggest laugh you could muster, without it sounding fake, of course.

“Hahahahahaha!” There was pain in your eyes but you did your best to smile like it was the best joke you’ve ever heard. “Gods, I love your jokes.”

Placing your hand on top of his, you interlaced your fingers just as Aemond and Floris came up to your table.

Aemond looked at your hands then flitted between you and Jace.

“Is he bothering you again?” Aemond asked.

“No, why would you ask that?” You cocked your head to the side and moved closer to Jace.

“Last time we talked to him you were pissed beyond reason.”

“Well, things change. People change, Aemond. And I found myself wanting to get closer. He’s much nicer when you’re not around. He’s been a big help in my Eyes of the Seven class. Right, Jace?”

Jace smiled at you. “Yeah, and you’ve been helping me, too. Studying with you is one of the best moments in my life. And now I can call you mine.” 

He leaned in and kissed your cheek. You were watching Aemond closely. His face was neutral but you knew him and his eyes were angry. A muscle in his jaw ticked.

“Well…congrats I guess. I'll see you around,” he ground out. 

Aemond tried to leave quickly but you held him right where he was. You weren't going to let him go that easily.

“You're not going to eat breakfast with us? It's a nice morning!” You offered. “Floris? What do you think?”

“Oh, let's eat breakfast with them, Aemy,” Floris pleaded.

Fucking “Aemy?”

Aemond was hesitant. “Fine.”

As the pair went off to get their food you and Jace talked quickly.

“First off,” you started, “that joke was stupid. Second, good call on the kiss. Aemond hated that,” you grinned.

“Hey, that joke was funny!” Jace defended himself. “I saw the way he was looking at you. It's been a long time since I've seen him that pissed. I don't know if Floris could even tell.”

“That just goes to show how much she doesn't know him. She shouldn't be with him, they don't compliment each other.” A beat. “I swear, Aemond hasn't been himself since they started dating.”

“I'll agree that he hasn't, at least the few times I've seen him. He's stuck to Floris’ side.”

“Love that,” you dead panned.

“We're back!” Floris sang.

“Great,” you said through gritted teeth.

“So, tell us how you two started dating!” 

Aemond sat down. “Yeah, how did you start dating?”

You looked at Jace and put a loving smile on your face. “He comforted me one night. I was having a really bad day, heard some terrible news, and he found me,” you moved your focus to Aemond. “He was there when no one else was and I'm so thankful for that.”

“We started hanging out more and the rest is history,” Jace pulled you in close and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

There was a tense silence. Aemond stared at you intensely trying to get a read on you. You put up your walls and gave him a shy smile. You nuzzled in closer to Jace.

“Aw, that's so sweet!” Floris broke the silence. “I know Aemy told you how we got together so I won't bore you with our story.”

Our story.

It hurt. It hurt so much. You felt like you were in a fucking Taylor Swift music video.

Jace looked at you and saw your face devoid of color. “You okay, babe?”

You coughed. “Yeah, yeah. Um, I think I just need to get to class. It's getting late, you know?”

“It's only seven forty-five and you haven’t eaten,” Floris tried to get you to stay.

“Yeah, and my class is at eight and I finished eating before you guys got here,” you tried to get away but she stopped you in your tracks.

“Oh, you and Aemond have that class together, right?”

Fuck.

“Yeah, we do, but I was gonna go ahead. He can stay here with you. He doesn't have to come with me.”

“Nonsense! I know you two haven't been able to hang out much since we started dating. He just always wants to be by my side,” Floris laughed and turned to Aemond. “Go on, Aemy.”

Standing there awkwardly you waited for Aemond to get up and join you on the walk to Psychology.

“Hey,” Jace tugged on your hand. “I'll see you after classes, yeah?” he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

Despite Jace being an asshole to Aemond in their childhood you couldn’t help but find a friend in him, especially now. The dating might be fake but the two of you have grown to care about the other.

“Yeah,” you offered him a small smile.

You turned and left the cafeteria with Aemond but as soon as you were outside you picked up the pace, hoping to lose him. If he really wanted to talk to you he'd catch up. When you thought he wasn't going to even try, you slowed down; believing yourself to be far enough away from him. But you heard his footsteps as you neared the classroom door. He grabbed your arm and turned you to face him.

“Can we talk about this?” he whispered.

You refused to look him in the eye. “What's there to talk about? You're with Floris and I'm with Jace, end of story.”

“Exactly! You're with Jace! Why would you even think of him?”

“Because, like I said, Aemond, he was there for me when no one else was.”

“What about me? Why didn't you come to me.”

“You were busy.”

“How could you know that? I haven't received any text or message from you since Floris and I started dating.”

“I didn't need to text you to know you were busy. I saw you. You and Floris aren't exactly discreet,” you spat out.

Realization hit him. “Are you jealous of Floris?”

“I never said anything about being jealous, I just said I saw you were busy. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to take my seat in the classroom.”

“Wait.” He grabbed your arm once more. “There’s nothing serious between me and Floris. We’re just dating.”

“It seemed pretty serious when you were eating her face.”

“You know that doesn’t mean -”

“Are you trying to explain why you haven’t been around me? Because if you are, you’re failing badly.” The anger you’ve been repressing began to bubble up. “Ever since you started dating her you’ve left me. All we do is sit next to each other in class. We don’t talk. You don’t say anything in class anymore, either. You got with Floris and left me, Aemond. You fucking left me.”

You pushed yourself away from him and headed to a different seat, already occupied in front, behind, and next to you. Being next to Aemond would give him more opportunities to talk to you. As much as you wanted to talk to him, you didn't want to hear about how great him and Floris have been.

While you weren’t sitting next to him, you felt his gaze on you the entire time. Even when the professor was talking about Zeno’s Paradox, one of his favorites, he was still focused on you. It was cruel, how Zeno’s Paradox was the main lecture for today. Two points will never be together, there’s too many halfway points to make it. There’s always halfway to go.

You refused to look Aemond’s way. He sat in his usual seat, the one next to him vacant. You hoped it hurt him a bit, not sitting next to you. The entire time he’s been dating Floris you’ve been discarded. It wasn’t even until today, after prompting from Floris, that he talked to you. Maybe he felt guilty for leaving you and didn’t want to see what happened to you as a result. If that were the case, he was being weak.

Class dragged on and on. While there’s infinite halfway points, according to Zeno, it appeared the same for this lecture. You groaned loud enough for the professor to call on you.

“I’m sorry my lecture is boring you. Shall we wake up and play a trivia game?” the professor asked the class.

That woke up the class. Everyone was always willing to play a game rather than listen to a professor drone on and on, despite this professor being a very animated one. Class finished up with everyone playing the game. You tried the same strategy for leaving the room as when you tried to leave the cafeteria earlier. Quickly.

You made it out the door and down the hallway, heading for your dorm instead of your next class. Skipping one class wouldn’t hurt your grade too much. Besides, you really needed to get away from Aemond.

“Hey,” a voice called out.

You picked up the pace.

“Hey!”

You closed your eyes and sped up again. You didn’t want to see him, you didn’t want to talk to him. Once you opened the door to leave the building you sped off into a sprint. Tears were coming and you couldn’t stop them. You couldn’t let Aemond see them, as well. So, you went where you could only think of. Jace’s dorm.

“Wait up! Please! I want to talk!”

You shook your head. So close. You could see Jace leaving his dorm.

“Jace!” you yelled.

Jace looked up to see you running at him full force. He looked confused but when he saw Aemond speed walking behind you, he instantly understood. Opening his arms, you barreled straight into him.

“He’s following me. He wants to talk, Jace, and I don’t know if I can do it.” Tears were streaming down your face now.

“Do you want me to make him go away?”

Do I really want him to go away?

You nodded your head yes. Just for once, you didn’t want to be near Aemond Targaryen.

Jace cupped your face with his hands. “I’m going to kiss you.”

“Okay.”

He leaned down and captured your lips in a gentle kiss. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t awkward. It was simply nice. When the two of you broke away, you leaned your forehead on his.

“He’s just standing there,” he told you.

You pulled your head away from Jace and looked behind you. Aemond was there, watching you. You were close enough to see his shoulders fall but you could almost see something break inside him.

It was almost the end of the semester and nothing had changed. You and Jace were still “dating” and Aemond and Floris were still together. Floris would try to say hi to you and join you and Jace at meals but Aemond always pulled her away. It was clear he didn’t want anything to do with you.

Maybe it’s for the best.

Both of you were hurting, even though you didn’t know why he was. He should be happy. He was rid of you and had Floris.

“Hey, Jace,” you began. “I don’t think we need to fake date anymore.”

“You sure?” Jace looked at you with concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“What’s up?”

“I’m just… I’m tired, you know?” Everything was tiring nowadays. “We leave for winter break next week. There’s no reason to keep it up,” you said mainly to yourself.

“...Okay. If you say so. Should we make a big deal out of breaking up?”

“Nah, I’m not eager for anyone to really care.”

“You mean you’re not eager for Aemond to care.”

You pinned him with a sharp look. “Shut up.”

“Look, as much as I’ve enjoyed pissing him off, it’s obviously doing something more to both of you. I know you and I didn’t get off on the best foot but I do care about you, as a friend, you know.” Jace took a breath. “Why don’t you talk to him?”

“It hurts. It hurts too much.”

Jace gave you a small smile. “You can do it. If anything, you can wait until after winter break; start new, you know?”

“Yeah, I like that idea.” You returned his smile with one of your own. “Thank you, Jace, really.”

You ended the semester without saying so much as goodbye to Aemond. You left quickly and quietly. Winter break wasn’t anything to be excited about. It was nice to be with family but that was it. Some old friends visited and they were able to help take your mind off of Aemond but he was always there. No matter what you did, all you could think about was Aemond. You wondered what Aemond was doing on his break. Was he with Floris? Was he with family? 

You still cried frequently. You’ve been crying on and off since Aemond chased you and you ran to Jace. The tears should’ve stopped by now but they haven’t. It’s gotten to the point where you expected yourself to cry almost every night. It was normal now. At least the second semester would be a new start.

Spring semester began and you hoped to turn over a new leaf. You found Jace after you moved in.

“Hey, stranger,” you greeted him.

“You look a lot better than when I last saw you.” He pulled you into a hug.

“I feel a lot better. New semester, new me, right?”

“If that’s what you need to tell yourself, yeah.”

The two of you continued talking, catching up on the month and a half you were away from each other. Jace spent his break with his family, his whole family, including his adoptive dad. Apparently his family was a little confusing as well. His mom had an affair with a coworker and she got pregnant with Jace, but it was all okay. The guy she had Jace, and her two other children, with died in a tragic fire but her husband was quick to adopt and love them all the same.

You and Jace decided to eat dinner at the cafeteria, as sad as the food could be. Joking around and laughing, you were having a great time. Until he showed up. Jace was in the middle of telling a story about Luke and Joffrey when he stopped mid sentence.

“Jace? What’s wrong?” You were confused.

Someone cleared their throat behind you. You turned around and froze. It was him. Aemond Targaryen.

“Hey, can we talk?” Aemond looked directly at you.

You glanced at Jace and he gave you a reassuring nod. “Yeah, sure.”

You stood, urging Aemond to follow you to a spot against the wall.

“So..” you started.

“I broke up with her,” the words flew out of his mouth.

“You - what?”

“I broke up with Floris. You were right, I was pulling away from you because of her and I didn’t like that. She never tried to get me away from you, she wanted me to still be friends with you, but I found myself being scared of that for some reason. Instead, I plastered myself next to her. I found, I don’t know, some kind of structure when I was with her? Order? It was nice but it wasn’t as nice when I was hanging out with you.”

“And how did… Floris,” you still hated to say her name, “take it?”

“She said it was okay, surprisingly.”

“And now?”

“And now I want to be with you. I fucked up. I fucked up so badly. I left you when I shouldn't have. Being scared of being close to you is no excuse for how I treated you,” he sighed. “And I want you, I really want you. All of you.”

“How do I know you're not going to leave me? I don't know if I could take you leaving me again.”

“You'll just have to trust me.”

“Trust you? Trust you with my heart?”

“Yes. And I will cherish it and take of you and I will always be by your side. Please.”

“...I'll think about it.” You had already made up your mind but he didn't need to know that right now.

“Well, what about you and Jace?”

“Me and Jace? We’re fine. We broke up, too. No bad feelings between us, just figured we’d be better as friends,” you shrugged. You weren’t going to tell him it was all fake.

Yet.

There was a comfortable silence.

“Have you thought about it?”

“Maybe you should ask me properly so you can get the full answer” you teased.

“Let me start over then,” he cleared his throat. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You already did but sure, go ahead.”

There was a twinkle in his eye. “Will you go out with me?”

You put a hand up. “You just told me you broke up with someone, found out I broke up with someone and you immediately want to fall into a new relationship?”

“Would it be new though? There was something between us when we first met.”

“Yeah, and then you went off to date someone else.” You rolled your eyes.

“I messed up, I know that now.” He took your hand. “Give me a chance, please?”

“Wow, I don’t know. I kind of like it when you beg. Do it again and maybe I’ll say yes.”

Aemond smirked and got down on his knees. “Please, go out with me?”

“I like the sight of you on your knees.” You leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Maybe I’ll ask you to do it again when we’re in my dorm.”

He looked up at you with hope on his face. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes. Yes, Aemond, I will go out with you.”

A smile broke out when he stood up and gathered you in his arms.

“May I kiss you?” he pulled away slightly to see your face.

“I’d be a little upset if you didn’t.”

You met him halfway, leaning up to capture his mouth with yours. It was soft but there was so much emotion poured into it. It was just like what you thought it would be. His mouth moved seamlessly against yours; it was pure bliss. Aemond’s hand went around your waist to pull you closer but was stopped by someone whistling and clapping.

You broke away from the kiss, leaning forward to rub the tip of your nose with his. You looked around for the source of the whistle.

There he was, Jace standing up and clapping. “Whew! You did it! Now get a room!”

You laughed and pulled Aemond away, taking him to your dorm building. As soon as you arrived at your door, you pulled him in for another kiss, this one a little harder than the first. Somehow you got your key into the lock and let yourself fall into your room. Aemond kicked the door closed without breaking away from you.

“I have to tell you something,” you said between kisses.

“Whatever it is, it can wait. I want these clothes off you so I can get back down on my knees.”

“Fucking hell, Aemond, when you put it like - fuck.”

Aemond ran a hand up your body and cupped your breast. You arched into his touch.

“There we go,” he praised you. “It’s just you and me.”

You whimpered when he snuck both his hands under your shirt to take it off.

“No bra? What a bad girl,” he smirked as he leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Aemond. That feels good.”

“Mhm,” he hummed against you.

You backed your way to your bed and he gladly followed, briefly letting go to take his shirt off as well. Leaning back on the bed you admired his body. Aemond was toned and had a happy trail that certainly made you happy. You rose up on your knees and brought him back down in a searing kiss.

“I want all of you,” he murmured against your lips.

A hand traveled down to your core over your shorts where he gently pressed it against you. Once again, you found yourself arching into his touch.

“So responsive,” he chuckled. “I bet you’re fucking wet. Is that right?” He drew circles over your shorts before diving under them.

“Aemond,” you moaned.

“Hm?”

“I want you to touch me.”

“Baby, I am touching you. I even sucked on your nipples. You want more?”

“Yes, please.”

He brought his mouth back to your tits, sucking on one nipple while his other hand ripped your shorts.

“No panties, either? Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’re really a bad girl.” He dipped his fingers into your core. “I was right, you’re fucking soaked.”

Aemond pumped you full with his fingers. You couldn’t help but moan and find a rhythm with him. When he took his fingers out you frowned. He brought them to your mouth.

“Suck,” he commanded.

You did as he said, tasting yourself on him. You released his fingers with an obscene pop.

“Now it’s time for me to eat that pussy of yours. Spread your legs wide, baby.”

You immediately did what you were told. The air was cold against your core but Aemond was quick to remedy that. He kissed his way up your thighs, never really going where you wanted him.

“Aemond, please,” you begged.

You felt his smile against your thigh.

“Don’t be such a tease - oh!”

His tongue flicked your clit and pleasure surged through your body. He ate you like a man starved. When he stuck one finger in you, you moaned; when he added a second and third, you arched into him; when he found that special spot inside you, you screamed.

Aemond was quick to cover your mouth with his hand and lifted his head up briefly. “Quiet, baby, we don’t want to get caught, do we? Or maybe the thought of that excites you.”

He went back to your drenched pussy, licking and sucking everything he could.

“Fucking hell, Aemond. Please, I need you inside me!”

“As you wish,” he said against your thigh.

He gave you one last kiss before slipping off his pants and underwear.

Fuck, he’s big.

Your eyes widened at his size and your mouth watered. You wanted, no, needed him inside you.

“I have an IUD, so don’t worry if you come inside me,” you told him.

“Oh, now I’m excited.” He gave you a wicked grin.

Aemond lined himself up with you and rubbed his cock against your slit. Fuck, it felt so good. He slowly pushed himself into you. It was pure bliss. He was so big but you took him in.

“There we go. What a good girl,” he praised. “You feel so fucking good.”

All you could do was nod. You didn’t trust yourself to form coherent words.

He started pumping into you, picking up the pace when you matched a rhythm with him. Aemond leaned forward, holding himself just above you, and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Fuck, this feels so right. You were made for me.”

After a few more thrusts he pulled out of you and you whined.

“On your hands and knees, baby. I want that ass in the air.”

You turned over on your stomach and shook your ass for him. When he slapped it a moan slipped out.

“You like it when I spank you? I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” He rubbed the spot he smacked you and then kissed it.

“You have such a beautiful ass. Fuck, and your pussy. All for me.”

As he sank his cock deep into you, you almost screamed. This angle was so much better, you could feel all of him. You rocked back to meet him with each thrust. Aemond’s breathing was becoming ragged and you could feel yourself near your peak. He brought a hand around to play with a nipple.

“Touch your clit for me,” he ordered.

You were quick to do as he said. It brought you closer to your orgasm and it felt so damn good.

“Aemond, you’re gonna make me come!”

“Hold onto it baby, I want you to come with me.”

He started rutting against you hard, each thrust becoming more and more erratic. You never let up on rubbing your clit. You were squeezing him hard. You knew you were close. You knew he was close.

“Fuck, fuck, baby. Come with me,” he almost begged.

“FUCK!” you came hard squeezing his cock as he spilled himself inside you.

Aemond collapsed on top of you, breathing hard. For a few minutes the two of you just lay there together in pure bliss. He kissed your cheek before sliding himself out of you and rolling over to the side.

“So, how do you like dating me so far?” he asked.

“Oh, shut up, asshole.” You playfully swatted him.

“Come on,” he got off the bed and held out a hand for you. “Let’s shower so we can sleep.”

“Together? Already?” You gasped dramatically.

“Yes.” He pinched you when you stood up and took his hand.

As you started up the shower, Aemond came up and hugged you from behind. “You said earlier you needed to tell me something?”

“Oh, yeah, that. Please don’t get mad at me,” you laughed.

He gave you a skeptical look.

“Jace and I were never dating. It was all fake. I did it to piss you off.”

Aemond buried his head in your neck. “You can be such a snake,” he chuckled. “But I’m glad it was fake. I hated the thought of you being with him.”

“And now I’m yours.” You kissed his cheek.

“And now you’re mine.” He stepped away and pulled you into the shower.

“Promise me you won’t leave me again?” you asked after a few moments under the water.

“Never again, I promise.”

[gatitties]

Hello, i have a request!

What would strawhats, heart pirates, kid pirates, whitebeard pirates and revolutionary army react to the (old or young teenager) therapist! gn! reader is casually talking about the trauma of his past but their personality is loyal, innocent, silly, and positive. They were casually swearing but they didn't realize. They're not mad at enemies, who's trying to threaten them but they roast them about it. They had a lot of scars of their belly but they're okay with it.

Sorry, if it makes you uncomfortable, don't write this.

─Strawhats, Heart Pirates, Kid Pirates, Whitebeard Pirates & Revolutionary Army x therapist!gn!reader

─Summary: It's always good to have someone you can turn to for mental healing.

─Warnings: none

— They don't really know how to react when you do that thing of telling your traumas in the middle of a battle, Robin and Nami will definitely tell you that you can do it another time.

— You took care to give the necessary importance to the story and your enemies (you completely ignored them or added them to the talk).

— Everyone trusts you as their problem solver, but you always choose the worst moments to give a motivational talk.

— If necessary, you will stop everyone to sit down and talk about each one's problems, you can avoid many unnecessary confrontations thanks to that.

— You're therapist but not a mage, you can't help with some of the nonsense, especially when Luffy makes a meaningless decision.

— If you lose your temper and your mouth starts swearing for whatever reason in the middle of a consult, Sanji will let you know.

— Everyone seems used to it when this happens, your completely threatening and enraged face changes to a peaceful and innocent face, as if you haven't talked about a great trauma.

— At least they appreciate that you are the type who can get something positive out of everything, even in extreme situations, they appreciate that you can see through them to help them.

— You don't need to stop the battle, Law has already done it, he has taken you to a quiet place to talk because he really appreciates your help.

— Poor man with traumas, you don't know how good it is for him to be able to talk to you about Cora and his past.

— Of course he won't admit this out loud, and you won't say anything either, you are a professional in your field and you will take your patients' secrets to the grave.

— Ikkaku finds it adorable how you change from when you're fighting to when you're calm and sane, like you're a different person.

— Shachi and Penguin are your bodyguards when you get distracted helping someone in the middle of battle, a person's feelings are more important than a stupid battle.

— Due to your power of oratory, you always take charge of persuasion if it is possible to negotiate with enemies since Law prefers to keep a low profile on some occasions.

— Bepo often helps you and you consider him your fluffy assistant.

— Those scars look rough, the story behind it is traumatic and the truth is that they didn't expect you to open up to them like that.

— You have a difficult crew to deal with, Kid won't even bother asking you for help or anything, he's too proud.

— Heat and Wire will be among the first to come to your consult and they didn't expect it to be so beneficial.

— They're not big fans of you starting to talk to your enemies about their overall health when all you have to do is swat them like mosquitoes.

— You'll have a whole insult battle with Kid over this, but at least you're getting him to listen to you for once even if it's not the kind of language you'd like to treat your patients with.

— Killer is disappointed but not surprised by the situation, he didn't expect you to use that kind of foul language being so cultured, but he's not one to criticize either.

— It's definitely not the best crew to deal with, but if they really need it they know you're there to help even if their pride sometimes gets in the way.

— They seriously love you, they never thought that therapy would be so good for them.

— That you share your traumas and tell the stories behind your scars also makes them trust you from the beginning.

— Marco always looks for you to have small talks after a tiring day.

—Thatch and Ace usually come hand in hand and are the ones you interact with the most and the ones who cause you the most problems due to their concerns.

— Although they are never a problem, even if they feel bad in the middle of a fight you will sit down and talk to them (at least you'll sit) while they continue the fight.

— Izo tends to be more reserved like Whitebeard, so it's not as easy to help them, but they still know they can count on you and your loyalty.

— You are usually quite busy since whenever visitors come from different factions, they almost necessarily go to you to seek solace if they have had problems.

— Dragon is a little skeptical at first and doesn't care much that you have opened up for them even showing old battle wounds.

— The others, on the other hand, are grateful for someone who cares about their mental health, especially Sabo when he recovers his memory.

— Maybe after a while Dragon will appreciate the talks you give him, maybe you've opened the shell of him where he keeps his heart.

— Ivankov finds your attitude quite funny when in the middle of a mission you completely change when you see someone in trouble, even if they are an enemy you will offer to help them.

— Koala is always pulling on you if you extend your talks too long, it's okay that you want to help but you have a very important mission to complete and the government is after your head.

— They don't understand how you can be so serious about your work and then be so stupid as to find the slightest thing funny (you laughed because a piece of bread fell out).

— But it's good because you help them cope with the tension of being enemies against the most powerful people in the world, some of the stress or other things have decreased since you managed all their problems and they are grateful.

[ilwonuu]

"die 4 you" was so good!! (as well as ur other fics ofc) 💞 if youre going to make a part 3 / a finale please make it a happy ending!!!

omg thank you so much😭😭 ily<3 as wanted hehehe here is a part three with a happy ending. i love hannie so bad thank u all for supporting me while writing this!!!

𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍

⇝ 𝗒𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖺𝗇

read part one & two first<3

❤︎︎ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀- 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌， 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅！𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

❤︎︎ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌- 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍， 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖾， 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉<𝟥， 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌， 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺？？？ ， 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖽， 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌， 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾<𝟥

❤︎︎ 𝖺／𝗇- 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾，，， 𝖽𝗐𝗐 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 （𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗋𝗋𝗒<𝟥）

jeonghan was more hurt than your ever thought he would be. you leaving him to be with his best friend? he was so sad. but how could he blame you? he was such a terrible guy towards you these last couple weeks. he drove to your house immediately. he waited for you as long as he needed to until you got home.

he sat in his car waiting for you to pull up with cheol. he can’t even stop for a moment without thinking about you. he can’t hide from his feelings anymore because all it does is eat him alive. he hasn’t told you but being in the situationship was killing him as much as it was hurting you. he was just too good at hiding it.

he was brought out of his thoughts when he seen cheol’s car pull into your driveway. you waved to the boy, thanking him for the ride. he was quick to get out of his car. running to your front door as you opened it.

“jeonghan??? what are you doing here?” you were startled by the other boys appearance.

“please can we talk? i’ve been waiting here for an hour for you.” you look at him a little bit more. he looks like he’s been crying. you slowly nodded at him as he came inside with you.

“first- did you and cheol um- fuck or anything?” the thought was eating him alive. he couldn’t even handle the two of you kissing.

“no jeonghan- i just kissed him to make you jealous. he just took me to get some food. he was comforting me.” he nods slowly as you two sit on your couch.

“so you don’t like him?” his eyes look teary.

“jeonghan- no! i’m in love with you. i don’t even understand why we’re having this conversation- you’re just gonna reject me i know! go home.” you try to get up but jeonghan grabs your hand.

“please don’t walk away. just listen to me.” you sit back down with a sigh. you were really not in the mood for him to tell you he just wants sex.

“i’m so sorry for everything. i thought that if i buried all of my feelings for you i could just forget. i don’t want to bury them anymore. i can’t even- i can’t go a single minute without thinking of you. i want to hold you and kiss you. i don’t want anyone else. how could i? you’re the most perfect girl in the entire world.” he grabs your hands.

“i’m so in love with you. i’m sorry i did all of this when i could’ve just had you the second you told me about your feelings. i’m so fucking stupid. you’re all i need. i know- it might take awhile for you to even begin to forgive me for how i’ve treated you. i want to be your boyfriend- if you still want that of course.” tears were now in your eyes. you let go of his hands to cry in your own hands. you were sobbing. he pulled you into his arms to comfort you.

“i’m so sorry- i don’t want to make you cry. never. i-i love you.” you wrapped your arms around jeonghan with tears still streaming down your eyes.

“i l-love you too- god i hate you.” you laughed a little as you wiped your tears. he smiles at you as he helped you wipe the tears.

“you’re so beautiful- i’m so in love.” you look away from him with a blush.

“shut up. i’m still mad at you- and tired. i’m so tired.” he nods before letting go of you.

“i just wanted to talk to you tonight or i would of died of overthinking.” he stood up before leaving a kiss on your head.

“where are you going?” you asked him as you saw him gathering his keys.

“angel you said you were upset still and tired- i’m gonna go home. i don’t want to overwhelm you.” you shook your head.

“okay of course i’m a little upset. but i want you to stay. please? sleep with me.” he stops in his tracks.

“are you sure?” you nod standing up with him. he nods as he takes his shoes off.

“let’s go to sleep.” you lead him to your room as you quickly change in to comfortable clothes.

“i still have some of your clothes in my closet for you.” he thanks your before changing aswell. you practically jump into your bed. jeonghan trailing behind you and he climbs in next to you. you turn to look at him and he’s already staring right back at you.

“tired hannie?” he nods at you as he sighs. he pulls you to cuddle him.

“i love you. let’s sleep.” you get comfortable in his arms as you murmur i love you. you quickly falling asleep to his slow back rubs.

the next morning was one of the best mornings you had. you woke up to jeonghan’s peaceful snoring. he was so cute. you left a soft kiss on his head. you didn’t want to wake him. you stare at him for awhile waiting for him to get up. you were still making up your mind for what he asked you.

did you want him to be your boyfriend? of course you did but it’s only normal to feel a little nervous. but you trust jeonghan. you don’t know why but you do. last night he seemed genuine and you know he wouldn’t say something like that if he didn’t mean it.

you tried to go back to sleep but you just got lost in your thoughts. you were so deep in your thoughts you didn’t realize jeonghan had woken up and he’s looking at you.

“angel? what are you thinking about?” you looked at him and shook your head.

“i don’t even know. just a bunch of things.” he nods. he pulls you back to him with a smile.

“hannie- i want you to be my boyfriend.” he leans up to look down at you.

“are you sure? you don’t have to decide so soon.” you shake your head.

“you’re all i want. please be my boyfriend. but i will never speak to you again if you hurt me.” you say the last part with a teasing tone but you mean every word. he nods and leans down to kiss you.

“i won’t even begin to think about hurting you ever again. i love you angel.” you blush at the nickname.

you peck his lips again. you quickly turn the kiss more desperate and he just smirks into the kiss.

“you’re needy this early?” you nod as you hide your face in his chest. jeonghan had discarded his shirt in the middle of the night. his bare chest had your head spinning.

“you look so pretty hannie-“ he cuts you off with a kiss as he starts to massage your waist. you moan into the kiss as he sloppily kisses you. he pulls away to peck your neck a couple times. before pulling away from you.

“don’t you think i should tease you just how you did me?” you shake your head.

“you deserved it!” he smiles at you and nods.

“yea- but i’m hungry. let’s eat first yea angel?” you pout at him before he lifts you out of bed.

“you’re so mean! i hate you.” you try to squirm out of his hold.

“i love you even more.” he puts you down and kisses you again.

“you’re lucky you’re cute.” he just smirks at you.

“lets go make food angel and then i’ll give you anything you want okay?” you roll your eyes at him before pulling him to the kitchen. you know he can’t see your face. but if he did he would see the huge smile on your face.

you finally have him the way you want him. you are so in love with yoon jeonghan.

[coco-loco-nut]

Choices - Part Two

pairing: multiple

key: orange - pato | blue - logan | green- no one

lmk who you chose/your fave ending in the comments 🕺✨

masterlist part one

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Choice One: Pato

Logan knows as soon as you hesitate.

“You need to go. I can’t be the one who stops you from being with your soulmate,” Logan pushes down the bitter feelings inside.

“Lo, I’m so sorry,” you hold back the sobs as tears prick in your eyes.

“Don’t be, I would want someone to do the same if I was in your shoes. I’ll be okay,” he silently accepts his fate as you hug him.

“You are a great man, Logan Sargeant. I hope that you find the right girl for you,” you hate that you are rushing to leave, but it would be more awkward if you didn’t. You both need to protect yourselves in the moment, making for an awkward environment.

“Thank you for being a great girlfriend while it lasted, minus today,” he laughs awkwardly.

“Don’t be a stranger, yeah? I need my fellow American,” you smile and he nods.

“Enjoy San Antonio,” Logan closes the hotel room door behind you, quickly texting Oscar about the situation.

You feel awful, but that feeling disappears when you see Pato in the lobby waiting for you.

“Hi,” you whisper under your breath as you stand in front of him. Pato looks at you with a huge grin.

“Hi,” he replies, grabbing your bags and loading them into his car. Everything feels natural, like you were transported back in time, before you left Indycar.

His family welcomes you with open arms, happy to see you again. Pato shows you to the guest room, promising that you’ll talk about everything in the morning.

You lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling and out the window, unable to fall asleep. With a small huff, you get out of bed. Sliding on slippers and padding down the hall, you knock softly on Pato’s bedroom door. He opens it and the two of you don’t speak for a second. He looks incredibly good, messy hair, shirtless, and shorts hanging low. He feels the same way about you, hair slightly messy, large t-shirt hanging over your shorts.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks, opening to door wider.

“No, I uh, I don’t even know why I am here,” you take a small step back, unsure of why you even came to his room in the first place.

“Because you love cuddles when you can’t fall asleep. I know you, princesa,” Pato steps aside and you allow yourself to enter his room. The room is virtually unchanged from the last time you were in it, even if you and Pato have.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you say, laying on the other side of the bed from Pato. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you into him, before looping a finger under the chain around your neck, pulling it out from under your shirt.

“Sure, amorcito, then why have you been wearing my ring since you left?” Pato says, lips brushing against your ear. You hate the way you can’t think, body alight everywhere he touches.

“Pato,” you whine, moving closer to him.

“We will talk about it tomorrow, go to sleep,” he whispers, seemingly not as affected as you are. He is, but he isn’t stupid enough to try something when you just broke up with Logan.

You allow yourself to settle in his warmth, an old comfort that helps you fall asleep. Pato squeezes you tightly, happy to have you in his arms again, a perfect fit against him.

In the morning, Pato takes you out to his favorite coffee shop. You both need to hash out everything between you, starting from just before the proposal. You spend hours in the cafe discussing everything, both doing your best to keep an open mind.

“So, where does this leave us?” you ask Pato, looking in his chocolate brown eyes.

“I’d really like it if you were to be mine again. We are going to have to relearn each other, and it isn’t going to be easy with us working in separate racing series, but I want to fight for us,” Pato reaches across the table to hold you hand.

“I want that too. I don’t think I can lie and say that thing haven’t felt natural and right when I’ve been with you,” his smile grows with each word.

“Someday soon, I’ll have to replace your necklace, because that ring will be around your finger, like it always should’ve been,” Pato rubs his thumb over your ring finger, picturing the ring on it.

“Easy there, we’re basically starting from scratch,” you smile, turning your hand so you can hold his.

“We’re gonna make it this time, I just know it,” Pato declares, making your heart flutter.

The first year together isn’t smooth. It is full of a lot of late night video calls and Pato flying out to you when there was an opportunity. You gave him the necklace after the Mexican Grand Prix.

After that things got easier, Oscar made the tough decision to take a better contract with a different team. You, Lando, and Oscar spent time on the couch with ice cream coping with that. Pato was signed to replace Oscar, and while you were thrilled, you were going to miss one of your first friends from the team.

“There is one last gift I want to give you,” Pato says, handing you a small rectangular box from across the table. You were celebrating your birthday at a fancy restaurant in London.

“You didn’t have to, babe. This dinner is enough,” a small blush tinges your cheeks as you take the box and open it. There is a beautiful necklace with your birthstone beside Pato’s birthstone, but underneath it is your engagement ring.

“We don’t have to start planning a wedding now, but will you say yes to marrying me this time?” Pato asks looking at you hopefully.

“Yes, of course I will,” you say, a little choked up.

“It is just how I imagined it,” Pato beams as he takes the ring out of the box and slides it on your ring finger.

“Me too. I never wore it as a ring before this moment,” you admit, admiring the way it fits just right.

“I can’t wait to start this new chapter in our lives,” Pato squeezes your hand, nothing but love in his eyes.

“It will be wonderful, because we will be together, forever.”

Choice Two: Logan

“Lo, I want that more than you know, but I have to go. I need the closure, but you are the one I want,” you run your hand through his blonde locks as he swallows the lump in his throat.

“You deserve that, and I trust you,” Logan pushes down the weird feeling in his stomach.

“Thank you. I don’t deserve that trust, not after hiding what I did,” you don’t realize the tears forming in your eyes until Logan wipes them away.

“We all make mistakes, and yeah it was pretty fucked up, but I understand why you did it. I’m not happy about it, but I can’t keep you from getting closure that you need,” Logan admits, you snuggle closer to him, holding him tight.

“I love you, Lo.” you whisper, not expecting a response.

“I love you too,”

“What if, uh, what if I go to Fort Lauderdale tomorrow. I’ll get my closure, then come to you,” you propose, looking up at your boyfriend.

“It’s up to you, but I would be more than happy if you were to do that. I’ll buy your flights,” Logan tells you and you squeeze him.

“Okay. I have to go, but I’m going to text you as much as possible,” you promise, trying to reassure him.

“I’ll walk you downstairs,” Logan drags himself out of bed, a rare feat seeing as how he loves rotting in bed post-races. You sling your backpack over your shoulder as Logan drags your suitcase behind him. He notices you wearing one of his shirts, his logo subtlety placed on the sleeve.

“Thanks Lo, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you place your hand over his on the handle as you stand in the lobby.

“Travel safe, sweetie,” Logan kisses you softly, trying not to delay you further.

Pato watches from his car, feeling like he’s been stabbed in the gut. You do seem happy, and he’s starting to feel like a home wrecker.

“Hi Pato,” you greet him, your voice soft as he helps load your suitcase into the back.

“Hi, amorcito,” Pato greets back, causing you to cringe a little.

“Pato, I can’t stay through tomorrow. I can’t do that to Logan,” you say, looking at the person you used to call home. The one who feels like a stranger and it scares you a little.

“I was scared of that, but I understand. You -we- deserve closure,” Pato’s grip on the steering wheel tightens. The car ride is filled with awkward small talk, trying to break the tension. In your pocket is the necklace that you stashed in your backpack.

Pato’s family greets you with open arms, making you feel guilty about what you are going to do. Pato leads you to the backyard, to the spot you would sneak out to and watch the stars.

“I should start. I really did love you, and if McLaren’s deal hadn’t been what it was, I would’ve said yes. If I wasn’t scared about the future, I probably would’ve said yes even though it would be long distance,” you say, fingers running through the cool grass.

“I feel a but coming,” Pato says as you grab the necklace.

“I’m with Logan now, and I love him. All of us deserve better than being stuck in the past,” you pull out the necklace. “I wore this every day since then, and you deserve to have it back. I can’t move on when there is a piece of your heart with me,” you fight the tears as you hand it to Pato.

“I wore a hair tie you left in my car around my wrist every day too. Even though I’m heartbroken over your choice, I’m happy that you are happy,” Pato gently inspects the necklace. The ‘P’ beside the ring pulls on his heartstrings.

“Thank you, that means everything to me,” you lean over and hug him. He slides the hair tie off his wrist and puts it on yours. You look at Pato, both of you unable to hold back the tears. He pulls you into a tight hug as you both allow yourselves to cry.

The past year changed the both of you, you aren’t the same people that left the relationship. It’s time to move on, however painful it may be.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, choked up.

“I am too,” Pato rubs your back.

You spend the night, after awkwardly explaining to his family what happened. They are surprisingly supportive, saying that you will always be welcome should you and Pato remain friends. You tell them that when he makes it to Formula One, you will be his biggest supporter.

Pato takes you to the airport in the morning, making sure to stop on the way there for coffee and a pastry. He even gets out of the car to help get your suitcase from the back.

“I hope that he is the one for you,” Pato kisses your cheek as you give him a quick hug.

“Thank you, Pato. I’ll see you in Mexico,” you tell him before dragging your suitcase behind you.

“Lo!” you practically jump into your boyfriends arms.

“How was San Antonio?” Logan asks, grabbing your suitcase. Pato would’ve made you drag it to the car, Logan wouldn’t let you even think of that.

“It was okay, it feels nice having the closure. I’m just happy to be here. We never really got to have our post-race nap,” you smile. Logan takes hold of your hand, walking a little faster out of the airport.

When you get to his family home, he drags you straight to his childhood bedroom. You notice how tired he looks.

“How much sleep did you get last night?” you ask, sliding off your shoes.

“Not enough. The only reason I could sleep was because of your texts updating me,” Logan admits, pulling you into bed with him. You feel your heart flutter and your chest tighten, like a blushing schoolgirl.

“Well, we can’t have a sleepy driver, can we?” you snuggle in closer to him. Logan relaxes at the feeling of your body weight on him, and it doesn’t take long for both of you to fall asleep.

When you get Mexico, things feel changed for the better.

“What happened?” Lando asks you over coffee.

“Logan and I decided to make it work. He asked me to stay behind and not go with Pato, and I found a compromise so I could get closure. Things didn’t feel the same when I was with Pato, it felt like we both wanted the versions of ourselves from before, but we changed. I’m not ready to give up on my relationship with Logan,” you shrug, a small smile playing on your lips.

“He is wearing your necklace now. It has your initial beside his and the stones were removed from the ring and put on the chain,” Lando says, trying to describe what Pato did with the ring.

“If that’s what he feels he needs to do, that’s on him, Lando. He said that he wants me to be happy, and I want the same for him. Hopefully we can be friends eventually, but I think he needs more time to heal,” you say, standing up to go to a meeting. Lando nods, staying seated as he mulls over your words.

“I’m glad you are happy. Oscar wouldn’t lead you astray,” Lando says from behind you, giving you one last thought.

It took a lot of work between you and Logan, both of you making an effort to be open and honest with each other. You celebrated the small milestones, like making it through winter break together, him signing a contract, and every month.

It was clear the two of you were making a conscious effort to stay together, and it worked out. After two years of being together, you move in to his place, and another year later you are engaged. It isn’t easy -nothing ever is- but you are it for each other. Sometimes finding your soulmate isn’t as easy as books make it seem.

“I love you so much,” you turn your head to look at Logan. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

“I’m so glad that I chose to stay, you’re my soulmate, Lo,” you tell him. The party around you seems to not exist as you look at him. Your wedding reception is amazing, but this moment between you is perfect.

Choice Three: Neither, you don’t need a man to be happy

“I can’t, Logan. I don’t even want to go with Pato anymore,” you say, pulling away from Logan.

“What do you want?” he asks softly, as confused as you are.

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that I can’t hurt you anymore,” you move to your bags, packing the couple things you have left out.

“Y/n,” Logan pleas, sitting up and getting out of bed.

“Lo, please. I’m not right for you. I feel like I’m in relationships with two different people. I never got closure from Pato, and I am dating you. And you deserve so much better than what I can give you. You deserve someone who can support you from your garage every weekend, and not have a company contract between you. I really do like you, and I hope we can be friends after this,” you zip up your bag before Logan pulls you into a hug.

“You deserve better too. You deserve someone who isn’t a driver and can make you the time you deserve. I want to be friends with you, because you are a great friend,” Logan says. “Do what you need to do, and let me know if I can help. I think we both knew we were meant to be friends,” Logan steels himself as you walk to the door.

“Thank you, Lo. I might need a little time, but when I’m ready, we are finding an American bar and getting shitfaced,” you say, taking a deep breath and leaving the hotel room. It feels like cold water splashed you, like you’ve been thrown into the deep end.

You walk through the hotel lobby, to the other side where Lando and Oscar’s rooms are. You notice Pato’s suitcase and backpack beside him as he checks out. You slip the necklace with the ring into the backpack before heading to Lando’s room.

“Y/n? I thought you were going with Pato?” Lando asks as you stand in the doorway of his hotel room. You shake your head, tears in your eyes.

“I couldn’t do it, Lan,” you hold back a sob as he ushers you inside.

“I’ll text Osc to come over and order hot chocolate from room service,” Lando says, closing the door behind him. You sit on one of the unused queen beds. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Lando rubs your back as Oscar rushes in, holding a cup carrier.

“I intercepted the room service, who do I need to fight?” Oscar asks, setting the carrier down and passing out the cups.

“Me, I am an awful person,” you sniffle.

“Y/n, it can’t be that bad,” Lando says, giving Oscar a wary side eye.

“I broke up with Logan and I ditched Pato,” you admit and Oscar instantly feels torn. You know you just put him in an awkward position. “I’m really sorry Osc, but if I stayed with him, he would’ve been hurt more,” your eyes plead with the driver who has become your friend.

“It’s okay, I’ll talk to him later. You are both my friend and you are clearly distressed,” Oscar pushes down the initial bad reaction.

“So what are you going to do about Mexico? Pato is going to be traveling with the team for the rest of the season,” Lando asks and you shut your eyes.

“After Mexico there are four races. I’ll lay low and keep my head down. I also need to find a new job,” you say, Lando and Oscar look at each wide eyed.

“What? Just because you broke up with Logan doesn’t mean you need to leave McLaren,” Lando stutters, shocked at your decision.

“Lando, you don’t get it. I’ll be done with my program in two weeks, and there is nothing keeping me here other than you guys. I don’t know if you noticed, but I have been pretty miserable,” you say, mulling things over in your head.

“I’ll set up a meeting with Zak. There’s gotta be something we can do for you,” Oscar says and you shake your head.

“I can’t do the driver facing jobs anymore. I love you guys, but I just can’t. I miss focusing solely on the car,” you reply, sipping the hot chocolate.

Oscar leaves a few minutes later to go to his best friend and comfort him. He hates seeing you and Logan hurting, but Oscar knows it’s what both of you needed in the long run.

You travel with Lando, keeping to yourself and your unit. Oscar does manage to get you a one-on-one with Zak.

“Is there anything we can do for you to stay? We can send you back to Indycar, or maybe to Formula E? What about more pay?” Zak asks, pulling at straws to get you to stay as you discuss your resignation.

“I’m sorry Zak, but I have to move on. Papaya will forever be in my blood, and I am incredibly grateful for everything the team has done for me,” you shake your head.

“I appreciate that, and I appreciate all the work you’ve put into making the team successful. Based on what we discussed, I might be able to help you find another job. Let me talk to some people. If we have to lose you, I want you to land on your feet, and you will always be welcome back,” Zak says, standing from is chair. You follow his motions and shake his hand.

“Thank you, Zak. I will obviously respect all of the NDAs and team secrets. I hope that one day I will rejoin McLaren,” you thank him before stepping out.

A couple of weeks later, you land the job at Ferrari, focusing on car development and advancements. The best part is that it is located in the factory headquarters and you won’t be required to travel with the team to every grand prix. Zak wasn’t lying about wanting to help you, and you weren’t lying about your integrity.

The one time you were required to go to a GP was Imola, but that was due to the close nature of the race. You are walking through the paddock, Ferrari red helping you blend in, when you hear your name called out.

“Y/n!” Lando’s voice is unmistakable.

“Lan?” your eyebrow is furrowed as you look ahead. he pushes past some people to get to you.

“I missed you,” Lando pulls you into a hug. You don’t waste time hugging him back. “It’s been so long,” he pouts.

“Yeah, I’ve been in Italy,” you chuckle.

“Come get lunch with me,” Lando demands, you don’t have much to do today, so you take him up on the offer. Lando pulls you into McLaren hospitality and leads you to where Oscar and Logan seated.

“Y/n?!” Oscar gasps, quickly standing up to hug you.

“No offense, but Ferrari red is not your color,” Logan grins, staying seated.

“I know. But the job is perfect for me,” you smile back, taking a seat.

“No drivers?” Logan asks, the two of you talk a lot, your friendship in a good place. You are taking him to the Indy 500.

“No drivers. I get to do what I love without you guys distracting me,” you tease.

“You seem a lot happier. Don’t forget about us when you are surrounded by beautiful cars,” Lando grins, handing you a plate of food.

“I’m sorry, I was so busy during the winter,”

“Don’t even worry about it. It seems like you needed that time to settle in and work on yourself. That’s what matters, plus, we know that it’s a busy time of year for you,” Oscar reassures you.

“So, any secrets you can share about the Ferrari car next year so we can beat them?” Logan asks, leaning in conspiratorially.

“Nope, just like how I didn’t share McLaren’s secrets, I’m not sharing Ferrari’s,” you shut the joke down.

“Lando! Are you coming golfing on Monday? Oh, who is this?” Carlos turns to you, trying to figure out why you are wearing Ferrari team gear.

“I’m Y/n, an engineer for Ferrari. I help work on car development,” you extend your hand.

“A pleasure to meet you, you are the person i can complain to about issues,” he jokes.

“Unfortunately, I cannot fix strategy,” you reply with a small smile.

“She got you there,” Logan laughs.

“Logan, you drive for Williams, and she’s making fun of her own team,” Oscar says, leaning closer to his friend.

“I need to go. Let’s plan something soon,” you stand up and turn to Logan. “See you soon for Indy,” you say, waving goodbye.

“Indy?” Lando quirks his eyebrow.

“Arrow McLaren invited her and a guest. We are visiting our families while there,” Logan explains.

“Do you think Pato asked them to invite her?” Oscar asks, Lando shrugs as Carlos takes your abandoned seat.

“Pato? What is the whole deal with her?” Carlos asks, eager for the gossip.

“She’s our friend who came to McLaren from Indycar, Logan’s ex, and she was almost engaged to McLaren’s reserve driver, Pato. She seems like she’s thriving at Ferrari though, and she’s definitely not dating another driver, Carlos,” Lando sums your story up.

“And you are still friends with her?” Carlos looks at the blonde American.

“I mean, yeah. We took some time for ourselves, but it’s nice to have a friend who is also American and knows F1 well,” Logan brushes it off.

Logan meets you at the airport, he paid for the flights since you got the tickets for the 500. You are surprised at how natural your friendship feels now that the stress of a romantic relationship is over. The week passes quickly and soon enough the two of you are at the track, waiting for the 6:30 am cannon fire. You both make your way inside to start drinking, and a couple hours later you head to the paddock.

“Are you okay?” Logan asks, sensing your apprehension.

“I didn’t really think about having to see him again,” you admit, Logan leads you to the side of the path.

“We can leave, we don’t have to visit Arrow McLaren,” he offers.

“No, that would be rude. I’ll just be a big girl and deal with it,” Logan gives you a look that says he doesn’t believe you, but you are his friend so he decides to trust you.

“Alright, lead the way,” he sighs, walking closely behind you.

Pato notices you as soon as you walk into the paddock, of course he does, he knew you’d show up if invited. He wasn’t expecting Logan to be with you though. He stays with Alexander Rossi, biding his time to approach you. Pato knew you weren’t in the McLaren employee database anymore, and he needed to invite you here so he knew you were okay and figure out why you never showed up.

You are immediately greeted by some engineers that you used to work with.

“This is my friend Logan, he drives in F1 and is also American,” you introduce Logan who stands closely beside you.

“Weird way to introduce me,” Logan gives you an amused look and you introduce the few engineers near you to him.

“Want to see what’s new?” they offer, leading you to Pato’s car. You eagerly accept, your old Arrow McLaren gear helping you and Logan blend in.

“So, how is being a McLaren F1 engineer?” the one ask as you look closely at the car.

“It was fine, but I didn’t like the traveling too much so I left. I work for Ferrari now,” you say, leaving out some details.

“How did you meet Y/n?” the engineer asks Logan who happily watches you nerd out.

“My best friend, Oscar, drives for McLaren. He thought that he should introduce us, we’ve been friends since,” it is an unspoken rule between the two of you to not bring up the relationship.

“And Pato is okay with it?” the engineer asks yet another question, you brush off the bit of irritation in you since you haven’t kept close contact with the team here.

“I broke up with Pato when I left here,” your eyebrows furrow.

“We assumed you were still together, which is why he was mopey when you left and why he invited you,” the engineer says and you turn to Logan.

“He wanted to see if you would bring me, that way he would know if we were still together,” Logan realizes, speaking so only you could hear him.

“This is a mess,” you groan.

“Pato sent the passes? We assumed it was the team as a whole,” Logan says, letting you collect your thoughts.

“Admiring my car?” Pato approaches your little group, unable to stay away any longer.

“More like figuring out how the car changed since I left,” you hum, looking at some of the smaller details. The car is enough to distract you from the tense awkwardness.

“I see you brought a friend,” Pato swallows the lump in his throat.

“I’m Logan, I got close with Y/n before she moved to Ferrari, we met through Oscar. I drive for Williams, but Oscar and I are very close,” Logan extends his hand to Pato who shakes it, both of them pretending they don’t know who the other is.

“Nice to meet you. You never said you moved to Ferrari,” Pato turns to you again, he can feel your ring burning his skin as you fight the urge to sink in a hole and die.

“It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. I got the offer and took it,” you stutter.

“Can I steal you for a moment?” Pato senses your discomfort. He doesn’t miss the hesitant look you share with Logan before following Pato to a quiet spot nearby.

“I-“ you start to speak, not sure what to say, but Pato cuts you off.

“Why didn’t you come with me to San Antonio? Why did you bring Logan here with you? God, Y/n, you confuse me more and more,” Pato run his hands through his hair, stressed. You take a careful step forward, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“I was scared, Patricio. You appeared in a moment that was one of the lose confusing times of my life. My relationship with Logan was deteriorating, I was unhappy with my career, and then you showed up. You showed up, Pato,” you take a deep, shaky breath as Pato’s eyes meet yours. “You wanted a version of me that I no longer was, and I couldn’t do that to you, so I hid. I resigned from my job, I broke up with Logan, and I quit talking to most people. It was only after winter break that I began to feel myself again. And Pato, I’ve hurt you more than I ever should have, you deserve so much better than that,” your voice cracks.

“You could’ve talked to me about it, I still love you and I always will love you. Even the new version of you,” Pato says and you feel the frustration grow in you.

“Patricio O’Ward, listen to me! I am happy. Happier than I’ve been in a while, and you need to understand that. You aren’t Logan, we can’t just be friends after spending time apart. Maybe you are that one true love, but I am happy with my life right now. You aren’t going to leave Indycar and move to Maranello, and I’m not quitting my job for you. It’s time for you to move on,” you say firmly, needing to stop Pato’s begging.

“I’m sorry. I guess I’m not as ready to let go. I’ll take you back,” he says after a few seconds, processing your words. You talk with the engineers as Pato stands beside Logan.

“Take care of her for me. I know she’s a strong woman, but not all of us are lucky enough to remain friends with her after dating her,” Pato says, watching you with a longing look.

“She never needed a man, and she doesn’t now. Y/n is going to do amazing things,” Logan looks at you with a particular fondness, one that admires his friend being nerdy about engineering.

Logan is right, and as you advance in your career, you attend more races, but you don’t feel as out of place. You secretly helped Logan improve his driving from an engineering perspective, and you watched as Pato replaced Oscar when Oscar went to another team.

You chose your career over men, and you were better off for it, you are happier and more confident in yourself than you ever have been.

[autumnleaf1111]

𝙸𝚏 𝚋𝚜𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚝:

The “Chuuya shoots Dazai” scene

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Chuuya: this is probably the gayest scene we’ve done… Asagiri! What are even doing anymore!?

Asagiri: making the audience suffer— I MEAN, we need drama.

Dazai: uh huh…

Fyodor: nah fam, y’all two have done gayer shit.

Yosano: “you used corruption believing in me? How beautiful…” you two made that scene so much gayer than it was intended.

Ranpo: WHERE IS ED?!?!?!

Nikolai: Yo, Fedya! You got the garlic breath and pecans?

Fyodor: yup! You got the knives and water?

Nikolai: mhm!

Yosano: tf is yall about to do…?

Fyodor: Dawg, Our business, is our business so kindly kys.

Ranpo: DID NO ONE HEAR ME?!?!

Dazai: yall here sum’ ?

Chuuya: Nah, I think I still got some water in my ear from when we were supposed to drown me and Fyodor.

Higuchi: I can smack your gay ass upside the head if you need?

Chuuya: where tf did you come from?!

Higuchi: My dead mother, NOW WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TAKE MY SHERBET?!?!

Gin: uh, that was me, my bad fam.

Higuchi: I’m telling your brother you have a boyfriend.

Gin: BRO WHAT?! IM INTO GIRLS TF

Higuchi: get me new sherbet then

Gin: no, tf? It’s like 3 bucks, you’re not broke.

Mori: both of you stfu before I take away your crowns.

Gin: whatever

Higuchi: *rolls eyes*

Fukuzawa: Mori, your daughter is trying to break into the alcohol room again.

Mori: Motherfuck— ELISE ELORI ANYA, WHAT DID WE TALK ABout………slowly fades from the room

Kunikida: has anyone seen Katai? We were supposed to go to the new cafe later but I can’t find him.

Nikolai: I saw him by the cameras, I think he was trying to fix it or smth, idfk

Kunikida: Thanks Kolya—

Fyodor: Oi! Watch it Kunikida, only I can call him Kolya.

Kunikida: I get it Fyodor, you’re in love with Nikolai but that doesn’t mean you need to be such a simp.

Fyodor: I am not—

Chuuya, Dazai, Yosano, Higuchi, Gin: Yes you are.

Kunikida: you’re lucky he’s not paying attention, as usual.

Fyodor: alright stfu. Kolya, let’s head out for now, we still got an hour before we gotta be back.

Nikolai: ‘ight, Let’s get boba!

Fyodor: whatever you’d like, Kolya!

Dazai: Nah…they’re so gay for each other, yet too stupid to realize it.

Yosano: you can’t be talking, you’re just as stupid.

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Scene: Dead Apple, Chuuya’s gotta put his face in Dazai’s crotch—

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Chuuya, reviewing the script: *murmurs* then you lean your head close in Dazai's lap— I NEED TO DO WHAT?!?!

Dazai, sitting across from Chuuya: nah, wtf, BRO?!?! ASAGIRI, IM COMING FOR YOU TOMORROW.

Chuuya: There's no way I'm doing that! It's ridiculous!

Dazai: I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to do acting with you.

Chuuya: we are gonna be laughing the whole time— what is Asagiri trying to accomplish?!

Yosano, sitting beside Asagiri, handing him a container of random foods: thank you for doing this, they need to get their feeling together, so if this doesn’t work, I’m locking them in a closet until they talk shit out.

Asagiri, sipping on his soda: so, who should we do next?

Yosano: hm… how about my idiot brother Ranpo and his “best friend” Poe, they are so in love it’s unbelievable.

Asagiri: wait— they aren’t already together?!

Yosano: Nope! Sadly.

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Scene: Nikolai frees Fyodor and Dazai, then calls Fyodor his best friend.

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Fyodor: holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

Sigma: Bro, you good?

Fyodor: fuck, fuck, FUCK—

Sigma: Uh— Fyodor? Yo! Russian rat bitch, Are you okay?

Chuuya: no, he’s not

Sigma: Why? Tf did Dazai do to him?

Dazai: I didn’t do shit!

Sigma: then why is dawg freaking out like his favorite drag queen just died?

Chuuya: you remember the part where Nikolai held his hands?

Sigma: yeah? Why?

Dazai: well, considering it wasn’t in the script, Fyodor wasn’t expecting his crush to grab his hands so now he’s freaking out.

Nikolai: is Fedya okay?

Dazai: oh he’s fine, he’s just having a gay panic right now.

Nikolai: uh, why?

Chuuya, trying not to laugh: Bro, Nikolai, you grabbing Fyodors hands wasn’t in the script so of course he’s flustered by you, you make him blush all the time.

Nikolai: I make Fedya blush?

Dazai: Every time you get close to him he blushes and is nicer to you than the rest of us, I think Fyodor has a crush on you, Nikolai. I know you like him too.

Chuuya: Dawg, don’t even try to deny it Nikolai, I’ve seen you two have a cuddle session in the break room, you and Fyodor may not be together but you are definitely in love.

Nikolai: ok look, yes, I’m in love with Fedya, but like hell I’m gonna say somthing. I’d rather not ruin what we have now.

Sigma: I’ll lock you two in a closet until you talk about your feelings.

Nikolai: uh— no?!

Chuuya: Nikolai, Fyodor is your best friend and you’re in love with him, he’s in love with you, it’s not that hard to figure out, so tell him you love him.

Nikolai: you have no room to talk, Chuuya, you’re also in love with your best friend.

Chuuya: SHH, he’s literally right there!

Sigma: I’m gonna lock you and Dazai in a closet to talk about your feelings, as well.

Chuuya: no, I’m good

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Scene: Tecchou fighting Kenji

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Kenji: Man, when we finish filming the show, I hope that Jouno gets to live in the end, then you two can have a lovers kiss!

Tecchou: Wait what—

Jouno:What?!

Kenji: oh, c’mon! You two have so much chemistry on screen!

Jouno: Kenji, there are no feelings involved for me and Tecchou, the show isn’t even a love story!

Kenji: With the way Asagiri has everyone acting in this, it’s basically a BL

Tecchou: Kenji, why do you know what BL is, aren’t you 10 or something?

Kenji: I’m 14, not 10, but still, even off cameras you two act like a married couple.

Jouno: we don’t act like a married couple.

Kenji:I could convince Asagiri to have you two adopt me in the show later…

Tecchou: No—

Jouno: just drop it, he’s not letting this go.

Tecchou: Whatever, let’s go back to the dorms.

Jouno: Mkay

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Scene: none, just them being dumbasses

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Higuchi, kicks the break room door open: if you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.

Everyone:…

Higuchi: Damn, all y’all hoes depressed.

Q: you didn’t clap either.

Higuchi: SHUT THE FUCK UP—

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Elise, trying to go with Dazai when he left the Mafia

Dazai:you can’t go…

Elise, still trying.

Dazai: no…I’m sorry, you can’t go.

Elise: fuck you.

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Gin, sitting on the steps to her apartment.

Some lady walking by: and they were roommates.

Gin: oh my god they were roommates.

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Elise: CHUUYA! Is that weed?!?!

Chuuya: no— it’s a crayon—

Elise: I’m calling the police!!!

Elise, types 911 on the microwave waves and they answer.

Chuuya:….

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Dazai: you either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds.

Q: we going to McDonalds if it don’t do my work?!

Dazai: No?!?!

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Kajii, poor a box of cereal in a bowl but lemons come out.

Kajii: welp, when life gives you lemons.

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Chuuya: Q, let me see what you have!!!!

Q: A KNIFE!!!!

Chuuya: NO!!!

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[jellyfishenjoyer22]

Characters from hsr and genshin that should meet each other (cross-universe and same-universe)

Spoiler warning(just for certain characters backstories) !!

- Aventurine and Boothill, but they ACTUALLY get to talking and don’t just try to kill each other.

- Klee and Wanderer - Klee DOES NOT get the hint that Wanderer does not want her around, and she just sorta sticks to him like glue. He grows begrudgingly fond of her

- Jing Yuan, Welt, and Zhongli - they can have tea together and be old men

- Bennet and Aventurine - Best luck in the world + worst luck in the world = ???? - Also Aventurine could totally benefit from chilling with Bennet like just as buds. Aventurine needs some non-toxic influences in his life

- Ratio + Aventurine and Kaveh + Alhaitham / Self explanatory / One hit wonder NAH she a two hit wonder

- Razor and Navia/Chevruse/Chlorinide / I want Razor to see a gun and go batshit crazy

- Itto and Ratio / Make ratio combust with anger at the sheer stupidity of this man / make ratio realize his whole “cure the world of stupidity” thing is IMPOSSIBLE when men like Itto exist

- Boothill and Itto- I feel like the energy would just be like through the roof yk

- Serval, Robin, and Xinyan / THEY CAN START A GIRLS BAND

- Arlechinno and Boothill / Compare hairstyles / Boothill would prolly love the idea of Arle’s orphanage cus he adopted a kid himself / He’d def get on really great with all the kids

- Collei and Sethos / Platonic or romantic idc all I know is that they’d have fun together / +++ Collei should have a friend who is more her age (idk his age or lore but he seems around her age)

- Gepard and Sampo / I’ve read so many fics and seen so much art of them that I genuinely cannot fathom that they don’t have any in-game interactions / just look at shoezuki’s blog and you’ll understand

- Wanderer and Acheron / I want wanderer’s short ass to be HUMBLED by Acheron in a fight / wanderer goes full robot mode or whatever meanwhile Acheron doesn’t even unsheathe her blade

- Tighnari and Yukong/Tingyun / I just want him to meet foxians

If anyone makes/has made fics or art about any of these interactions PLEASE PLEASE send it my way

[reyreadersblog]

OKAY OKAY so like the idea was like an AveryJameson fic where they're watching stars, right? And Jamie points to the brightest star in the sky or smt (i think it's the north star), and he's like "that's our star" and Avery takes his hands and moves it to where the sun should rise and says somehting along the lines of, :That's our star bc i will ily u night or day or smt idk im not poetic w mushy mushy love things BC THE SUN IS ALSO A STAR YK YK???

Okay okay pookie, i'll try my best💟

Hope you'll like it.

Pairings: Avery Kylie Grambs x Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.

warnings: mention of death, grief.

A/n: i hope this is what you wanted, it's a bit corny but..

Taglist: @reminiscentreader @jkriordanverse @sophiesonlinediary @lxvebelle @f4iry-bell @s-rosie @his-littlefox @cocomowgy @mariamluv

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That's our star.

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Avery's pov:

"Heiress!!" Jameson's voice is like a nice breeze to my ear.

I am laying on the roof, watching stars.

"Hey, heiress why are you here?" Jameson looked down at me. He seemed worried, for me.

"Am i here? Am i not?" This was Jameson Hawthorne tasting his own medicine.

"Coping personalities now, aren't we heiress?" He asked me, well it was more of a rithorical question.

"Mabye we are, mabye we aren't" he didn't say anything but layed next to me, both of us on the roof top, staring at the skye full with stars.

He knew something was wrong, i didn't admit it, i didn't wanted to, but he knew. Just one word Jameson..just one single word...

"Tahiti" he said clamly, like it was just some meaningless word, like it wouldn't make me tell him everything i kept in my heart.

"Yesterday me and Libby went to see a house..where my mother and i lived, i found my old things, photos of my childhood..and i guess i'm a bit nostalgic, that's all"

"Tahiti" he said again.

"Wha-"

"You aren't telling the whole story heiress, are you? What else did you find?"

I sighed and took the drawing out of my coat's pocket.

Stars, little yellow colored stars.

"This is what i found, and it's very dear to me. When i was little I used to be so caught up with astronomy that i'd take my blanket with me and tried to watch stars the whole night. I liked to draw them as well and my mother kept them, like this one. She used to come up to on the roof hug and tell me stories.."

I inhealed heavily and continued. While Jameson's hand made it to mine and held it so hard, like holding my hand would decide his destiny.

"She'd tell me, eventually everyone's time would come to leave this place and when it did for her, i could lay on the rooftop and look at stars, she'd tell me one of them would be her....that's why i'm here in the first place...but they are just..stupid stars.."

Jameson was quiet for a minute or less, but then he moved his other hand to tug my hear behind my ear and rested it on my face.

"You're more beautiful on moonlight then anything i've ever seen"

He was cruel for this, he cruel for making me feel this way.

I took his hand and kissed it.

"Come here" he had said, but that's all he needed to say for me to move closer to him and lay on his chest.

He started running his hand throught my hair very gently.

His heart was beating unlikley, i knew his heart beat..every sound of it, slow, loud, fast..but now it was different.

There was few moments left until sunrise.

"Do you think she's watching at us?" I asked.

"I'm sure of heiress, but do you think she likes me?" I chuckled. Jameson Hawthorne always knew ways to make me laugh.

"I'm sure she thinks you're my soulmate. Mabye a bit too much of a risk-taker, but overall you're great."

He smiled. If you'd make me choose between watching Jameson's smile or watching stars every night, i'd chose his smile. Whenever he smiled my breathing stopped. Just a curve of his lips could make me forget my every worry.

He held his hand out and pointed at one star, the brightest one. The north star.

"That's our star"he said.

One..two..three, i counted to myself.

Then i took his hand and pointed it where sun would rise in few seconds.

"No, Jameson, that's our star.. because i'll love you day and night"

We stayed quiet for a few moments, i even though what i had said was too much, but he spoke.

"You never fail to make me think of how lucky i am to have a girl like you fall in love with me."

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