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#like she's just there existing get over it y'all please
fromtheseventhhell · 5 months
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Zutaras are really the original self-insert, "we understand the story soooooo much better than everybody else" girlies and they just never moved on
#anti zutara#no offense to anyone who ships it and follows me but I'm so over the shipping wars of this show that aired almost 20 years ago 😭#at some point you guys are gonna need to hang it up cause there's a sequel series and these people are married with children like...#we get it if you were Katara you would've chosen Zuko but guess what?! you aren't and need to stop projecting onto her#the pretending to care about Katara is what really gets me cause she's never even implied to have romantic feelings for him#or vice-versa + it ignores her anger towards him and how long it took her to forgive him + rightfully so#criticizing the writing for Kataang is one thing but turning around and shipping Zutara while doing so is crazy work#ship it if you want but please stop pretending it makes more sense when both Zuko and Katara have their own separate romances 😭#love how people have to age Aang down + infantilize him and erase Mai to make it work but sure it's the better option#stop erasing Katara's arc and development just to claim that Aang brings her down when she's been a bad-ass since season 1#reducing her arc to that ONE moment with Zuko and ignoring all of her other development just to prop up a ship is nasty#Katara isn't a reward for Aang and she sure as hell isn't one for Zuko stop belittling her like that#if y'all didn't watch ATLA when you were 12 and think Zuko was cute this ship wouldn't even exist#thinking about that post that said the writers /pandered to dudebros/ like we all weren't children the delusion is crazy sdfssdfsdfsd#also seeing AANG of all characters getting whacked for a ship...please get a life and stay away from him
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bakugoushotwife · 9 months
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Just Being Neighborly
a/n: y'all gone need the holy water for this one... it was a lovely writing challenge from the one the only @getosbigballsack so if you something with similar themes don't freak out lol. this was super fun and i definitely got carried away LMFAOOO
cw: shew let's see um, threesomes, mfm but the men are involved briefly, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, anal, dirty talk, pet names, slight dacryphilia, size kink maybe? doggy and reverse cowgirl. unedited as usual, i probably missed something im sorry
wc: please im so embarrassed it's 9k
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They still remembered the day that you moved in. It was a sunny Tuesday in the middle of the summer, the gentle breeze flowing into their townhouse while they sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch playing Fifa. The sounds of car doors shutting and the roll of suitcase wheels on the concrete sidewalk got Satoru’s attention. He pauses the game, and Suguru groans. The lanky young man trips over himself to lean over his best friend and roommate on the couch, peering out of the window. 
“Stop being so nosy and I was beating you.” The other man sighed, moving his long dark hair to his other shoulder so his companion didn’t lay on it. 
Gojo huffs in defense of himself, keeping his bespectacled eyes trained outside. Finally he sees you. You walk back to the sleek Cadillac in the shortest yellow polka dotted sundress in existence, cute white pumps elongating your bare legs even more so. He was drooling and he hadn’t even seen your face. “There’s a babe moving in!” He rejoices, maybe a bit too loud through the open frame.
 Suguru leans over to pull his mouthy friend out of the window, but you too, piqued his interest. The dress was tight, hugging every curve and accentuating your large bust and wide hips. You don’t notice them watching, too busy pulling boxes out of the trunk and setting them on the sidewalk for you to carry in. Satoru wonders what you do for a living. These were expensive townhouses, the two college students only lived there on the account of him being a trust fund baby. 
The more built of the two shoved the other male off his lap, but the lanky man saved himself from falling to the floor. “We should go help her, she shouldn’t carry all that herself.” Suguru suggests like the sweetheart he is. Satoru hums mischievously at the idea. 
“What a great idea, I’m sure the babe will be relieved to have two strong young men living so close!” He grins, elbowing his partner-in-crime. 
“Y/N, are you done yet?” A foreign voice thunders, the sound of dress shoes clack back out to the car, grabbing their attention. Soon a man in a suit comes into view, folding his arms at you. 
You sigh softly and paint your smile on. “Almost, dear. This one’s a bit heavy.” 
“Well you packed it all in there, so whose fault is that?” Your husband chuckles, though he’s not kidding. Satoru Gojo’s nose scrunches up.
“Blegh, he’s an asshole.” He sneered. 
This time, Suguru Geto had to concede to his best friend, the way the man spoke to you was awful, and he was making you carry everything? Disgusting, “Agreed.” 
Satoru gently slapped the other’s chest. “Then let’s go help the babe.” He said excitedly, to which his friend chuckled and shook his head at his eagerness, though he can’t wait to introduce himself to you. The two get up from the couch and slip into their shoes, beginning their descent down the lavish stone steps. He feels a pang of guilt, you’re clearly in a relationship of some sort, but the feeling soon subsides when he remembers his treatment of you. Men like that don’t deserve women like you. 
As if his closest friend could read his mind, he elbows him in the ribs. He’s got a cunning smile on his face, and Geto knows that he doesn’t care about your relationship either. If there was one thing you could count on Satoru for, it was unabashed boldness. 
“I’m thinking we swoop in right, save this pretty damsel in distress.” He wiggles his eyebrows, pulling his glasses down his nose to give his friend a knowing look. He quickly pushes them back up, though Suguru knows that won’t be the last time his companion will pull that stunt. “Or at least offer our strong shoulders to cry on while we carry all her things.” 
Suguru sighed. “Be normal, please, for once.” He pleaded, dark eyes narrowing at the smirk decorating his face. 
Satoru rolled his eyes behind his glasses. Sometimes Suguru was so annoying, and absolutely zero fun. If he had to seduce you himself so be it, but he wouldn’t let Geto sweep in later if he didn’t help. “I am normal, you’re the weak one.” He giggled, sticking his tongue out and scooting down the rest of the steps, smiling brightly once the sun warmed his skin. They stood on the same sidewalk as you, shyly observing you unpack the car. You seem frustrated with one box in the trunk, perhaps the same one you mentioned to your…heathen earlier. 
Gojo smirks, sharing a glance with the ever-stoic Suguru once more. Hands in pockets of his black basketball shorts, he wears that brazen grin all the way to the Cadillac. Suguru walks slowly after him, eyes trained on the ground ahead of him. He would have to be the gentleman to make up for Satoru’s lack of shame. 
The lanky man clears his throat, the summer sun behind him enshrining him in an ethereal glow. You turn to the stranger, taken aback by his almost unnerving beauty. He hooks his glasses on his tight black tee, grinning teeth shining as white as his shaggy white locks.His gaze is the clearest blue you’ve ever seen, you can see the clouds from above you reflecting in his matching sky colored eyes. You arch your brow, unsure what to make of his approach. Just as he’s about to speak, a second man appears. He’s not quite as tall, but his shoulders are broader and features warmer. He smiles softly, black eyes carefully analyzing you. He folded his arms over his chest, abs clearly defined beneath the opaque wife beater. He jutted his chin out to your boxes, but it’s the first visitor that speaks. 
“We noticed you could use some help, miss.” He smiles, icy stare shamelessly raking over your figure. Your cheeks warm under his gaze–no, surely it’s just this summer heat. You’re happily married, moving into these lovely townhomes because of your newlywed husband’s success as a District Attorney. Maybe he wasn’t the most attentive husband–or even the nicest, but he was paying your way and you didn’t have to lift a finger. He did right by you, so you tell yourself. But you must admit, the two young men were right. There was no way you could get that damn box out of the trunk, much less carry it all upstairs to your new dwelling. 
“Oh, well, yes actually. Thank you…?” You say, arching a perfect brow at them. Gojo nearly let out a dreamy sigh, your face was just as perfect as the rest of you. Your brows were immaculately manicured, lashes full and framing enchanting doe eyes that looked at them so expectantly. You were so tempting it was hard for even Suguru to be respectful, sweat beading at your chest so deliciously he had to readjust the gray sweats hanging low on his hips. Satoru hummed, amused by the scene. 
“I’m Satoru, this is Suguru. We live here!” He shared as if it were a treat just for you. 
Suguru stifled a groan. “It’s always nice to welcome new neighbors. May we ask your name?” He asks, leaning forward slightly. You leaned against the bumper of your car, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. They were handsome and not much younger than you if you had to guess. They were certainly capable of helping you carry these last few boxes. There was no harm in introducing yourself. So why did you feel so guilty?
“Oh, I’m Y/N Robertson, it’s lovely to meet you. I’ve been struggling with this box for a while!” You chuckle nervously, patting the offending weight and stepping out of the way for one of them to grab. The white-haired man nodded, showing no signs of regret, repeating your name aloud.
“Y/N Robertson. Was that jerk your husband?” He asks, the permanent glimmer of amusement twinkling in his eye. 
You gasp softly and Suguru’s eyes widen. “I apologize about him, he has issues. I think he was born without a filter.” Suguru apologized, glaring at his counterpart. 
Jerk? Is that too far off the mark? It had been such a stressful move, you did mostly everything yourself, your husband working fourteen hour days and refusing to lift a finger when he was around. You were mostly embarrassed that these two had noticed his treatment, not wanting their pity. “He’s…he’s just been busy with work. But yes, he is my husband.” 
Satoru clicked his tongue, walking forward to effortlessly lift the burden you had been struggling with for the past twenty minutes. “That’s a shame, Y/N. A princess like you doesn’t need to be carrying something like this. But don’t worry, we got ya.” He winks. 
You avert your gaze to the other man, almost seeking solace in his peaceful presence. He’s wearing a faintly smug expression as he lifts the stack of boxes on the sidewalk. Suguru only nods his agreement. “Which one’s yours?” 
You think about it, pulling out your phone to look at the paperwork.. “I’m sorry, I forgot, I’m pulling it up…” You mutter, taking your lip between your teeth. The men share a look. You were adorable. 
“Take your time, we’re fine.” Suguru insisted, giving you another warm smile. It soothes your nerves only slightly and stokes the fire elsewhere. 
Gojo nods. “Yeah, we’re super strong. Don’t worry.” He says, admiring your manicured nails tapping away at the screen of your device.
 You allow yourself to giggle at this, you could tell they utilized the location’s gym facility a lot. Satoru’s black shirt hugged him tightly, swells of his biceps bulging against the hems. He grins at the gift of your laughter, smirking at his friend. Suguru chuckled through his nose, shaking his head at how easily his roommate flustered you. You hiss in celebration.
“Yes! I found it, sorry. It looks like I’m in…408!” You say without realizing. Your innocent eyes blink up at the tall pillars that were your new neighbors and current assistants. Satoru looked like a kid in a candy shop, and Suguru smirked in silent celebration. 
“Right across the way from us. How divine.” Satoru chuckled, turning to make his way up the stairs with the weighty box. “It looks like you’ll be seeing a lot of us!” 
Suguru hummed. “I’m sure we’ll make great friends.” He said, slowly striding after the energetic man. You just padded behind them, watching Suguru’s back muscles glean with sweat, long hair swaying slightly as he trods along the steps. You felt ashamed, eyeing them this way, but it was hard to miss the way Satoru’s shirt rode up to reveal his own toned abdomen and white patch of hair leading to the shorts sliding down his slender hips. You bit your lip and averted your gaze, telling yourself it was just because of the growing wedge in your marriage. You just needed to escape their lingering gazes and deviant smugness. 
Later that evening, the men sat on the same couch that they discovered you on, deciding to play the long game. Your husband was a tool, you were practically in heat just from their eyes on you. It was clear he wasn’t giving you any of the things you really needed.
That was a year ago now, the two college boys are more than in your favor by now. You brought them a tupperware of muffins the very next day, and it kind of became your trademark. You took good care of them, bringing them dinner some nights and supposed “leftover” baked goods. They wondered if your husband even noticed that you started cooking for four. They found any and every excuse to visit you during your husband’s long workdays, often spending the entire afternoon with you. 
When they weren’t with you, they were thinking of you, talking to each other about what they would do when they could share you. They could hear everything through the thin walls, every fight you had, every tear you shed, every orgasm–though they could tell they were faked. It was painful, biding their time until they could make their move, just hoping that the moment presented itself soon. 
Luckily, they didn’t have to wait much longer. It was another regular day, the two were working on some household chores when a door–your door–slamming caught their attention, followed by crying and two voices screaming at each other. 
Satoru dropped the plate he was washing with wide eyes, scrambling for the peep hole. They’ve heard the arguments, but none of them had spilled into the hallway, or had been filled with such emotion on your end. This time it was your husband who cowered in front of you as you screamed and threw his things out of the home. 
“Cheating bastard! You cried, face reddened from all the stress, no doubt. Suguru turns the washing machine on and makes for the door too, fighting with Satoru to see. 
“Honey please–it was a one time—” 
“Oh don’t bother. She sent me everything! This is on the fucking news, you absolute ass!” You huff, shoving a suitcase into the hall. At that, Satoru scrambled to the couch, flipping on the television and pilfering through the channels until the news displayed the reason for such an argument. Even he was shocked, a cheating scandal for the ages. Suguru’s heart dropped as the reporter spoke:
“District Attorney Joel Robertson caught in a blazing hot scandal this evening. The other woman tells all! His secretary leaks the sex tapes–claiming this affair has been going on for years.”
“How could he cheat on her??” Satoru is puzzled, yet grateful. Your dumbass husband has finally given you a reason to leave. It was only a matter of guessing when you would bang on their door. 
Suguru sighs, he never wanted you to be hurt. He knows that Satoru isn’t necessarily thinking about it that way, though he can’t deny the twinge of excitement in the back of his mind. Your dollhouse of a marriage would be over, and he had the perfect idea for revenge. 
“Sex tapes, huh?” Suguru muttered, muscular body pressed into the door to watch your husband pick up all his things strewn about the hallway. He didn’t even look guilty, seemingly fine with your pained tears. You slammed the door in his face. 
“I never want to see you again! You’ll get papers soon!” You yelled from behind your door. Your husband rolled his eyes. 
“Yeah? Well good luck paying for a place like this with no job, you insufferable piece of work.Or finding anyone better than me.” ” He chuckled, the suitcase rolling down the marble hallway and your tears being heard loud and clear after Satoru clicks the TV off. 
“Sex tapes.” Satoru confirmed with the shake of his head. He realized how this had to be affecting you, pressing his face against Suguru’s to try and peek out of the peep hole for any movement within. “How horrible. The secretary’s an ugly anyway, they belong together.” He snorted.
Suguru side-eyed him. Satoru said every thought that crossed his mind, his friend was convinced, however it was hard to disagree with some of his wild statements. This was one of them. You were way out of your husband’s league. He treated you like garbage and then had the nerve to cheat after not even being able to please you? Disgusting. Vile. 
“Should we…?” Suguru poses aloud, not able to stand the sound of your cries much longer. 
Just as Satoru nods eagerly, your door flies open again. This time, you march right across the hallway, raising your pretty fist to knock on their door. Suguru’s lips part in surprise, but you hesitate to actually connect with the firm barrier between you and them. It was almost like the point of no return, the building tension that started the day you moved in would all come to a head if you crossed the threshold. 
You bit your lip, looking back at your entrance. Maybe you should just go back, you were just emotional and seeking out the only comfort you could think of, right?
Satoru flings the door open, not giving you the chance. You’re face to face with the two, realizing they probably saw everything. Your cheeks heat up, your raised hand slowly lowering to your side. You must look a mess, hair disheveled from the countless times you raked your hands through it, eyes red and puffy from crying, tear stains on your cheeks. You make a strangled sob noise, looking at them so sadly it pulls their heartstrings. 
Suguru steps forward, reaching for you. “We heard, we’re so sorry..” He says, and you can see his sympathy for you written in the warmth on his face. You put your hand in his, the feeling of human contact with someone who actually cared was almost enough to make you cry again. 
Satoru huffs, leaning against the doorframe. You’re almost caged between them, feeling their body heat radiating off. His face is embossed with displeasure, eyes darkened in the same way the sky does before a storm. “He’s a piece of shit. Doesn’t deserve someone like you anyway, sweetness.” He says with a look of disgust, shaking his head. 
Suguru covers your hand with his other one, dark eyes bouncing between yours, like he’s trying to figure out what you were thinking. Truthfully, you were embarrassed more than anything. It was one thing to be in a loveless marriage, it was another for that fact to be known across town thanks to your husband’s low morals and high notoriety. You would be a laughing stock. 
“I’m just…embarrassed! I’ll be known around town as his poor wife. I hate that, I don’t want their pity or laughter…just so embarrassing.” You mutter, looking toward the ground. The sentiment makes Satoru pout. Oh how he just wanted to comfort you, for Suguru to lead you into the apartment where you would stay with them forever. 
Suguru frowns. He could tell your tears weren’t for your broken heart, but your devastation. Your reputation on the line, betrayed by a man who had never treasured you. He glances at Satoru, who’s just staring at you with such longing the dark-haired man can’t take it. “We can help you embarrass him, if you’d like.” 
His eyes widen. The words fell from his lips before he could think the better of it, but now you’re looking at him with those pouty doe eyes in confusion, and Satoru has to save the day, picking up your other hand. 
“Yeah, he’s right. We’ve been listening to you fake orgasms for a year now. Dude has some nerve makin’ tapes like he knows what he’s doing. We could really show him.” Satoru chuckles, leaning down from the door frame. You can smell his cologne, something minty with almost a hint of chocolate. He does know what he’s doing, invading your senses like this. His warm body and gorgeous eyes that have been undressing you since the day that you moved in paired with his scent and touch was overwhelming in the best way. Especially with the firm but comforting grip that Suguru kept. His hands were calloused from hard work, cradling the softness of your hand like a newborn. He leans closer too, waiting for some sort of response from you. His dark hair fell in layers around his face, accentuating his strong jaw and cheekbones, pale pink lips smiling softly. He smells of bourbon and cinnamon and some sort of expensive shampoo, the two of them so different and beautiful in their own ways–and both wanting you. 
“What did you..have in mind?” You squeak, your neighbors and acquaintances grin at each other. You didn’t even question their eavesdropping, knowing that they’ve been craving you since that summer sunny day. 
Satoru hums in pretend thought. This was only for show, they had determined what they wanted to do moments ago when they shared that glance. “Make a sex tape of your own, with men that can actually make you cum.” He let a laugh out through his nose. 
Your eyes widen, you open your mouth to speak but find that you don’t know what to say. Have you had a few wet dreams about a moment like this? Maybe, but that didn’t take the surprise out of their reciprocal desire. You looked to Suguru to search for any hint of his friend teasing you, but the man only squeezed your hand and smiled smugly. He could sense your doubt, and it was precious. 
“He’s not joking. We’d love to help you get revenge, dear.” He doubled down, the air around you growing heavy and charged with an energy that made your stomach drop, butterflies replacing your insides. Satoru steps out of your way, and Suguru angles his body the same way. You can pass right between them and enter their townhouse. You nibble your bottom lip, a nervous habit they had picked up on. “No worries, though, if you don’t. We’re here for you irregardless.” Suguru adds on the end, not wanting you to think you must. They wanted you to want to. 
And Satoru sure hopes you do, his gray sweatpants growing tighter at the thought of having you today, and under such circumstances! They hadn’t considered making films with you when discussing their fantasies, but he was definitely down with the idea. He smiles and nods, taking his lip between his teeth to mirror your nerves, but his was anticipation.
Suguru is highly perceptive, he’s hoping you say yes if only for his best friend’s sake. You wrack your brain, you should say no. There’s no way that this can end well, but your desire has piqued. They were right, your husband was horrible at sex, and you’ve been wondering what Satoru’s slender hands would feel like on your body, thinking about Suguru’s sweet smile pressed into your skin instead. Your stomach tingles at the thought, and you know what you want. You want to give in to your desire, you want to be with the men that had actually taken care of you for close to a year, and you wanted your soon to be ex-husband to see how good they could make you feel. 
You take a deep breath and squeeze through their bodies to enter their home. It was clean, like always. They tried to be better about that when you started eating dinner with them. You set your phone down on the table, taking a seat on their couch to blink at them expectantly. 
They shared another look, but this one was one of surprise. There you were, in their house waiting for them to fuck you. They had dreamed of this, and now it was happening. Gojo wastes no time, smirking and coming back inside, pulling Suguru in with him and shutting the door. You don’t miss the sound of the lock clicking, though it made you giggle at his eagerness. He takes his shirt off to avoid having to do it later, and you bite down on your lip again. Though this time it’s because he’s incredibly sculpted, as lean as he is. 
His skin is pale and scarred, you wonder from what, but it only added to his beauty. Every muscle was defined, down to his v-line. You can’t help but notice the ache in his pants, and you nearly sigh dreamily. It’s almost embarrassing how your core throbs, and this was just one of the two. Suguru picks Satoru’s shirt up off the floor, setting it on the coffee table instead. He takes a seat on the couch next to you, and you fight the urge to request his shirt be removed as well. You smile shyly at him, and he chuckles, reaching his hand out to hold your chin. “We’re gonna take good care of you, baby.” He insists, thumbing at your bottom lip. 
Your eyes stare up at him expectantly, taking in the lustful gaze he finally reveals. His dark eyes become half-lidded and focused on your pout. “Can I kiss you sweet girl?” He asks, sharp brow arched. 
You nod eagerly, feeling the cushion on your other side dip with the weight of the other male. He must have set up the camera, surely he wouldn’t allow Suguru to beat him to the punch. Much to your surprise, he only sets his hand on your hip, leaning forward for a better view of his best friend’s mouth covering yours. Geto’s lips are rough like his hands, in a good way. His tongue is warm as it laps over yours, his large hand still holding your jaw. You can feel Satoru’s hands knead at your thighs, but he’s not protesting. He doesn’t even protest when Suguru’s other large hand slips under your ass to pull you up into his lap. He just scoots closer to keep you sandwiched between hard bodies. 
“Yeah this is hot.” Satoru groans, palming himself over his pants when Suguru gently hikes your skirt up so he can access more skin, his thick fingers digging into your doughy flesh. You could feel his lips curl into a smile at his friend’s encouragement, kissing you harder. Your senses were overwhelmed, though you expected and wanted that. He tasted so good, letting your tongue dominate his just for the enjoyment. He nearly chuckles at your eagerness, it seems their desire wasn’t one sided. Your hands tug at his shirt, so he lets you catch your breath so he can yank it off.  “Ah, you gotta match us, angel.” Satoru grins, nimble fingers playing with the hem of your tank top. 
You blush, knowing you have no bra beneath. It was still too hot to wear layers, though your body felt like it was at the highest temperature it had been in a while. You’re so pretty, Suguru thinks, watching you peel your tank top off, bare chest to them. Your tits were perfect, nipples hardening before their very eyes. Satoru groaned, reaching to cup one of your breasts. Suguru’s lips latch onto your neck, his hands still kneading at your thighs. You can feel your cunt dampen as Satoru dives forward, sucking your pebbled bud in between his teeth. You gasp softly at the sensation, Suguru’s eyes open, watching his roommate fondle your tits and feeling you writhe in his lap only made his hardness nestle into your side, making you gasp again. Both of them were going to be huge, and you didn’t know how you would be able to handle it. 
Suguru snaps you out of your thoughts, rotating you in his lap just a little. Your back was flush against his chest, the skin almost burning where you connected. His muscles made you feel like you were sitting against a wall. If not for his warmth and the bulge settled in between your asscheeks, you may have thought you were. Satoru hums, pleased with having more access to you, his tongue swirling your sensitive bud. His fingers pinch the other, the slight pain sending shockwaves through your body, causing you to arch into his mouth. 
Geto chuckles, his hands still stroking gentle paths from your thighs to your hips, where nothing but your skirt stopped him. He arched his brow, jerking the fabric to sit around your waist. “No panties either, sweet girl?”
Satoru pulled away from your chest at this, a thin string of saliva stringing from his plump pink lips to your breast. “Oh dollface, I’m beginning to think you got ready for us.” He chuckles, the sound bright and bubbly as he scoots back on the couch to gaze at your newly revealed pussy. Your head spins from the way they look at you, like you’re a precious jewel. You feel drunk on the mix of their touches, where one was sweet and warm the other was rougher and icy. Suguru continues to press sporadic kisses to your neck and shoulders, trying to find your sweet spots. You whine so darling when he finds them, he can’t help but smirk to his best friend as your eyes flutter shut from the simple pleasure of him kissing your neck and the white-haired boy’s grip on your knees to spread your legs. He groans at the sight of your slick cunt, nodding to Geto. 
“She’s soakin’ Sugu. Hope you don’t mind but I gotta taste.” He hummed, his svelte fingers spread your lips apart and you shiver from the cold air being blown on your center. Satoru giggles, you were so cute like this, wiggling on Suguru’s lap and craving more of them by the second. 
Suguru nodded his permission, obsidian eyes locked on his friend’s sapphire ones. He thought the boy’s excitement was adorable, and yearned to watch the enjoyment of both of you. The lanky boy cooed his happiness and leaned forward to lick a fat stripe down your center, moaning at the taste. Your head fell back on Geto’s shoulder, hand flying to tangle up in white tresses. He giggles again, relishing the way your body responds to him. He does it again, humming at the intense lust in Suguru’s eyes and your sweet gasp. 
“Stop playing.” Suguru warned, biting marks into your skin to give you some pressure and pleasure since his counterpart wanted to toy with you. 
Gojo pouted, but you nodded your head in agreement. “No fun.” He huffed, but dipped his head down to your core for the count this time. You didn’t want him to tease? Fine. He won’t. But just remember that you asked for it. His tongue plunges in your weeping hole, his fingers assisting him in drawing circles around your clit. You moan softly, body jolting at the sudden intensity. Your hips rolled, fucking yourself on the muscle. 
Suguru hums at the sight, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you from moving too much. It was clear your ex didn’t know how to treat you sexually, either. You feel his warm breath in your ear, Satoru’s fingers replacing his tongue, pushing his long fingers straight to your spongy spot. Your vision spots from that alone, not to mention his lips suckling your nerves. Suguru watches every move, impossibly turned on by the two of you together. 
“You’re so beautiful with his mouth on you like that, sweetheart. Do you like it?” He coos, collecting all your hair and brushing it over your shoulder so he could see all of your perfect face. You nod quickly, and Suguru chuckles, a deep rumble that you can feel in his chest against your back. He realizes that you’ve lost the ability to speak just from Satoru. It’s sweet, but he knows you’re in for one hell of a time. 
“You sure you can handle both of us, dear? I don’t want to overwhelm you.” He asks, eyes focused on the animalistic way Satoru devours you. His mouth was a mess of your arousal, tongue swiping his lips to keep your taste. 
You were already overwhelmed, but it was the best feeling of your life. You didn’t know how you would please both of them, but you knew you could. So you nod. 
“Use your words for me then, sweetheart. We’ll do the color system, m’kay? Green is all good, yellow for slow, red for stop, can you do that for us?” He says, running his fingers through your hair. Your eyes meet Satoru’s, who also seems to be waiting for a reply. You nod again. 
“Yes, ‘m fine, green all good.” You mutter, grinding your pussy against Satoru’s nose even though he was buried in your cunt. He sucks on your clit again, but it makes your stomach jump and your hips rock faster so they know you’re close to your first real orgasm in who knows how long. 
Geto hums his approval, tightening his hold on your waist. “You gonna make her cum for us, Sato?” He inquires, every touch flaming hot. Gojo nods, teeth scraping your bud and it’s all you need to topple over the edge. Suguru’s hands go back to your hips, your fingers tugging on the other boy who still lapped at your nectar. He hums his enjoyment, sitting back on his knees and winking at you. 
“You can pull my hair all night long, angel.” He says, watching your hole clench around nothing. How cute. He flickers his gaze to the man holding you upright, arousal nearly dripping off his tongue. “I think she needs a little break, you wanna taste?” He asks, which confuses you for a moment. How could he give you a break if they were going to swap?
Geto hums. “Of course I do. Come here.” He says, smirking at your bewildered gaze on them. Satoru grins and leans over you, planting his lips on the man who asked. You gasp softly, the sight more arousing than you’d like to admit. It wasn’t necessarily surprising, as they seemed pretty attracted to each other, you just felt ashamed for getting off on it. But you can’t help it, the way they hummed their satisfaction against each other’s mouths was melodic, Satoru opening his mouth for Suguru to utilize how he wants. The latter holds his jaw in similar fashion to the way he held yours earlier, controlling the space between them. He pulls back a little, mostly just to view your arousal covering Satoru’s bratty face and to look over at your awestruck features. He smirks at this, his tongue darting out as he brings Satoru’s face back to his, though they don’t kiss. Satoru whimpers as Suguru licks the sides of his mouth, cleaning all your natural honey off his best friend’s face. 
You gasp softly, not able to stop yourself, “That’s fuckin’ hot.” Satoru chuckles, his hand closing around Suguru’s wrist so he could turn his head in his grip. 
“I agree baby girl. He just had to taste you on my tongue.” He grinned, though that was the exact truth. The flavor of the two of you combined was driving him crazy. His dick throbbed painfully, and he didn’t know how much of this he could take. He releases Satoru in favor of fisting his hair. 
“Let me get her other hole ready.” He demands, and only Satoru knows what he means. The white-haired boy grins devilishly, sitting back on the other end of the couch. He wiggles out of his pants and tosses them over his shoulder, cock slapping his eight-pack. 
He looks at you with that same bare-naked stare he gave you the day you met, his smirk unfaltering. “Lean over and suck my cock, baby. He wants to see it and he's gotta get your ass ready.” He giggles softly, his large hand wrapping around his own length to keep it from aching. Your eyes flicker to the cock in question, aggravated red tip oozing pre-ejaculate down his prettily veined shaft, curving upwards to abuse every spongy spot. He was much bigger than your ex, you knew it would take some time to adjust. Nonetheless, you eagerly slip off of Suguru’s lap, getting on all fours. Suguru takes the opportunity to free his cock from his pants, sitting on his knees so he had a bird’s eye view of you crawling toward Satoru.
Gojo nearly vibrates with excitement, moving his hand away from his length so you could take over. He suddenly pouts when your pretty eyes look up at him, he’s realized he still hasn’t kissed you yet. “Oh no sugar, Can’t have you suck me off if I haven’t even been a gentleman.” 
He hums, sitting up so he could meet your lips. He was greedy with his kiss, lips hungrily moving over yours. You respond in kind, hand resting on the back of his neck where your fingers just brushed over the soft fuzz of his undercut. He moans softly, clearly enjoying the way you play with him. He pulls back with a loud smacking sound, resting his back against the arm of the couch once more, hands folded behind his head. Suguru rolls his eyes at Satoru’s showmanship, but he watches anyway.
“Much better, go ahead, hot stuff.” He coos, looking rather satisfied with himself. Your face is why, so drunk on his kiss that you sit back on your knees and hover over his tip, squealing in surprise as Suguru holds your waist. You can feel his length rubbing against your thighs, positioned under your cunt. His tip collides with your clit so perfectly when you rock back on him, your hips doing so automatically. You moan softly at the feeling, and Suguru hums as your arousal continues to drip around him. 
“I’m gonna fuck you while you give him head, sweetness, ‘s that good with you?” He asks, praying you say yes. He didn’t want to throw too much at you at once, but his dick was beginning to hurt. He sighs happily when you nod. You bite your lip, knowing you were about to feel unimaginably full. You turn your head to peek at his size, finding him not as long but nearly twice as girthy as the dick you hold in your hands. And you already needed two hands for Satoru. You sigh, Satoru’s slender fingers grabbing your chin to pull your focus back to him. 
“Don’t worry ‘bout him angel, I got you soaked enough to take him.” He brags, squeezing your cheeks between his grip. He giggles at your smooshed face and hums, bringing your chin back down to his tip. You batted your eyelashes at him, watching his face carefully as you stick your tongue out and take him into your mouth. He groans at the relief of your warm insides, ego stroked when you gag just halfway down his length. He can feel himself in the back of your tight throat, eyes fluttering shut when you start to bob your head along him. Suguru smirks, enjoying the sight. He can see the muscles twitch in Satoru’s stomach and he can feel your pussy lips move on his dick leading him to believe you’re clenching around nothing. 
He can fix that. He palms your round ass, relishing the way you push yourself back into him while easing more and more of Satoru’s dick down your throat. It’s gorgeous, Gojo’s soft moans and the choking gags of you trying to take all of him. Your throat squeezes him perfectly, his hand coming down on the back of your neck to keep you there. He forces his eyes open, wanting to remember the way you look with his cock stuffed deep, tears rolling down your face. All three of you have forgotten about the camera, just performing for each other. Satoru can tell when Suguru plunges in by the way your eyes widen and you temporarily stop moving. Though you don’t have much a choice once Suguru starts rolling his hips against your asscheeks. The burn as he stretches you out is delicious, making you moan around Satoru. He moans in return, the vibration of your voice going straight to his balls. He can’t help but slightly buck into your warm mouth, Suguru’s slow thrusts giving you time to adjust. 
You clench around him and that sensation alone is so good he almost moans. Satoru wasn’t lying, he made sure you were absolutely drenched to make accommodating his friend’s size as easy as possible. Your walls were still so choking and spongy, he can feel a tingling sensation shoot down his spine. He watches you get used to him, your hips slightly wiggle back for him, and you resume bobbing along Satoru. It was hard to breathe with such a task at hand, you took deep breaths through your nose, but you still felt dizzy as Suguru picked up his pace. 
Satoru watched the pleasure wash over Geto’s face, the man’s eyes closing and mouth dropping open. It was so hot, especially with the way you squeezed around him. It was too much, he knew he wouldn’t last long like this. Your pretty face at his cock, burying your nose in his snow colored pubes paired with Geto’s soft grunts as he plows into you and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass was sending him hurtling towards the finish line and he didn’t want this to end yet. He didn’t want to shoot his load in your mouth—not this time anyway. 
Suguru settles into a regular pace, trying not to falter when you squeeze down on him like this. His thrusts are powerful, pushing you into Gojo’s trimmed bush with every rock of his hips. The men are rewarded with the sweet sound of your gags, to which they both cherish. He tries to be gentle as he gathers some spit on his fingers, tentatively sliding the spit around your tight ring while he keeps you drunk on dick. You mewl softly as his thick index slips in, both holes squeezing on him so fucking good he groans. Suddenly, there’s a rubber band ready to snap in your gut, making you gasp around the girth keeping you from speaking, as if you could do much of that anyway.
The man responsible hums, giving your ass a gentle smack. “Gonna cum for us again baby?” You nod along Satoru, and he beams with satisfaction. “Go ahead, get my dick nice and wet for me.” His words are so lewd that you can’t help but obey, gagging on Satoru as you try to cry out. The slender boy can’t handle it, biting down on his lip to avoid  the inevitable. 
“Sugu, not gonna make it like this..” Satoru says in a whiny tone, watching your ass ripple into Geto’s hips and your face contort in added bliss. Suguru peeked at his friend’s pouty face and chuckling at the blown pupils and flushed cheeks of the bratty male. 
“That’s fine bubs, we’ll change it up. I’m sure that throat needs a break.”  Suguru hummed, running a hand through his hair to push it out of his face. He didn’t want anything obscuring his view of your perfect mounds. He lightly spanked the flesh, relishing your little squeal. He treasures his last few pumps of you, knowing he would give his whiny counterpart your sopping hole. Satoru releases your hair, smiling brightly at the sight of your ruined face. 
“Now those are some tears I can get behind, princess.” He coos, thumbing them off your pretty face. He brings your mouth back to his, not willing to give you any time to breathe. You’re gasping against his lips, but your hold on his shoulders begs him to come closer. Suguru continues prodding your hole, spitting on the second entrance of yours he’d be taking. He slips a second finger in, and you don’t complain. You sigh into Satoru’s mouth and tug at his hair, lips smacking against each other's messily. Geto loves watching this, his other hand stroking his aching erection. 
Satoru watches his friend, trying to sync his timing to his. He was only trying to keep you occupied so the other man could work your asshole, knowing it would be a big stretch, Satoru was content to make out with you until he comes untouched, but he knows Suguru won’t allow that to happen. He nods, now able to scissor his fingers in your hole. His strong hands grip your hips, pulling you from the white-haired man which earned a whine from you. 
“You’ll get Satoru back, beloved, don’t worry.” Suguru rasps, pulling you back into his lap, facing away from him as you did earlier, the only difference being your knees folded under you as if you were still in doggy. You felt a little guilty with his comment, not wanting to prefer one over the other. So you lay your head back on his shoulder, using two fingers on his jaw to turn his face close enough for you to push your lips on his. Satoru loves the sight, the two sexiest people he knows making out right in front of him! The only thing that could possibly make this better is what they’re planning on next. Gojo walks forward on his knees, once more caging you in. It’s his mouth you feel soothing the marks his friend left earlier, breaking new patches of skin to bruise of his own. 
Suguru’s hand cups your cheek, his kisses deliciously slow and sensual. He didn’t want his hard work to go to waste though, so he lifts you slightly, lining his cock up with your asshole. He breaks the sweet kiss, “You think you can take both of us, baby?” 
“Oh she can do it, poor girl needs it.” Satoru hums, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “Isn’t that right?” 
You nod. If you thought you were incapable of speaking earlier, then maybe you’ve never had good sex in your entire life. “Green, go for it..wan’ have both.” You whine, making Satoru light up. 
“You heard the lovely lady.” Satoru purrs, hands on your waist as a means to push you onto Suguru’s cock if he doesn't do it fast enough for his liking. Suguru just chuckles through his nose and shakes his head. 
“So impatient. Very well.” He hums, using his leverage on your hips to slide his tip past the squeezing ring of muscle. He grips your hips harder than he means to, undoubtedly leaving semi-permanent marks. It was impossible not to, he was trying to slowly inch his way in, but your ass was sucking him in so good he had to slowly shove the rest in. You let out a loud wanton moan, bordering scream. Satoru moaned from the sight and sound alone, his only touch being his hands on your waist. He was going to claim your cunt, no doubt, but he had to let you get accustomed to Suguru’s rod in your ass. 
He just lets you sit on it for a moment, partially for his own benefit. He had to get himself under control or he would bust immediately, and ruin everything for Satoru. And he would never hear the end of his mouth if he did. You feel so full, the pressure of him stretching everything open makes you see stars. You yearn for movement, for some relief on your throbbing clit, so you whine, watching Satoru’s face morph into surprise as you try to bounce on Suguru already. 
The man moans, the first one he’s let loose all evening. It’s deep and once again thunders against your back. You were better than the fantasies he had conjured in his head, and he was determined to give you the time of your life. So he aids you in your bounces, his rough hands supporting your weight and dragging you up and down his shaft at his own pace. It was still too good, the warmth and tightness choking down on him perfectly.
“Fuck her, Satoru.” Geto breathily demands, the gravelly tone of his voice sending a chill to both you and the man he ordered inside you. Satoru didn’t hesitate, his knees situated between Suguru’s. He lined up with your entrance, tugging you forward just a bit which must have deepened the long-haired man’s connection as you started moaning so lewdly Satoru wondered if he’d paint your walls just by pushing inside. He couldn’t watch your poor pussy clamp around nothing any longer though, bottoming out in you and holding your cheeks in one large hand. He enjoyed how your sounds changed, sounding warped due to your smooshed face. He smiled, your cunt tightening around him, meaning it got even tighter for Geto. 
“You heard the man, ‘m gonna fuck you angel. Let us know you’re okay.” He cooed, and even though his words were sweet he almost sounded like he was teasing you. 
You nod, eyes closed tight and nose scrunched at the sensation of two huge cocks stuffing you full. You thought your intestines must be forced to move to accommodate them, heavy breathing and soft grunts in your ears. “Good, so good.” 
Satoru nodded, kissing your forcibly puckered lips sweetly as he began to move inside you too. His eyes roll back for a moment, everything about this was perfect. Your silky walls pulsating around him, the feeling of Suguru’s cock rubbing against his only separated by a thin wall of tissue, the look on his lovers faces. He groans, tossing his head back as he fucks into you harder. He dreamed of a day like this, and now he could only pray this wasn’t a one time thing. He was already addicted to this, and by the looks of it so was Suguru. He hadn’t ever seen the man so relaxed, though he enjoyed it immensely. As if he could feel his stare, Geto opens his eyes to make contact with the man staring. He winked, a slight smirk. Your hips continued to buck, getting fucked no matter how you moved. Forward onto Satoru’s curved length abusing your pleasure spot or backwards onto Suguru’s impaling girth splitting you open. You feel that familiar sensation of fire building in your gut, your pants and moans getting closer together. The men look at each other, nodding breathlessly. They were close, like they had been since the moment they saw you undress. The feeling of your choking walls on both ends made it impossible to hold out any longer, though your body spasms tell them they won’t have to. Your grip on Satoru’s hair tightens, a wailing moan signifying your release as if the rush of cum surrounding Gojo wasn’t obvious enough. 
“Oh fuck, you’re gonna get both loads love, you want that?” Suguru grunts in your ear. 
You nod vigorously, head so empty you could only collapse against his chest, making him support the full weight of you. He didn’t mind at all, grinning ear to ear. He was hanging on by a thread, but it was his job to make sure everyone was happy. 
“You first Sato.” He groaned, clearly struggling. 
“With me.” The man pouted, the deal so sweet that Suguru couldn’t refuse. 
He nods, “With you.” He gulps, waiting for the tell-tale crinkle of Satoru’s nose to tell him when to release the burning coil in his gut. Satoru could tell that he was waiting for him, his thrusts to your cunt menacingly rough. It only takes a few more before his nose crinkles and mouth drops open, cock twitching inside you fucked out cunt. 
Suguru gasps softly, his hot load spurting off like an erupting volcano, quickly filling you up and forcing the rest to ooze out around him despite how well he plugged your hole. Satoru’s seed spills out into you like a dam had been holding him back, both sensations so warm and messy and delicious that you moan softly at just the feeling, head spinning as it falls back onto Geto’s shoulder with heavy breaths. 
Gojo slumps forward slightly, kissing your jaw with the most tenderness he had displayed all night. “I knew you could do it, hot stuff. That was fucking amazing.” He hums, fishing for an article of clothing to put under you. He finds Suguru’s shirt, and raises up enough to slide it under you with Geto’s help. They couldn’t have you staining the couch, now. Gojo slides out of you, leaving you on Suguru’s comfortable lap. The black haired man smiles at you sleepily, pushing some of your hair out of the way. 
“Yeah, it was, we hope you had a good time?” He hums as Satoru goes to stop  the recorder. 
You giggle and nod. “Yeah, yeah I did. I guess it’s time to get cleaned up and back to my place, for as long as I still have it.” You chuckle dryly, your entire body was a pile of mush, and you couldn’t move if you tried. You just didn’t want to overstay your welcome or make your problems their responsibility, despite their eagerness to take care of you. 
Satoru comes back with three bottles of water and a sheepish look on his face, an oddity for him. “I may or may not have forgotten to press record.” He says with a slight grimace, handing out the waters as an apology. Your amusement is clear, and you wonder if he did it on purpose.
Suguru laughs, and he can’t figure out if it’s at you or Satoru. “Hm, what a predicament. You’re not going anywhere.” He squeezes your hips and lifts you off his length, setting you back in his lap regularly. “We’ll get you cleaned up, and then you don’t have to worry a hair on your pretty little head about your place. You can stay here.” He said matter of factly, his arm hangs possessively around your waist. 
Gojo hums. “We could use a sweet lady like you. We’ll make up for that year of faked orgasms.” He winks and takes a swig of water. They make a convincing argument, and with the way Satoru wipes the pearls of cum off your legs and the way Suguru carries you in his arms to start a shower, you have no doubt that they will take care of you.
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HI BABRIE! HI KEN! [part 3, LH44 smau]
Lewis Hamilton x pregnant!reader [social media au]
Masterlist & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 1, LH44 smau] & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 2, LH 44 smau]
Summary: Lewis and his "real-life Barbie" girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N have a secret they keep from the fans. Though it's only matter of time before they announce the happy news... it's not like it can stay hidden forever anyways.
Warnings: Pregnancy. Slight hate and bodyshaming towards Y/N. If you're not in the right headspace, please don't read it!🫶
Author's Note: After quite some time, hello! I'm so sorry this took so long, but life has been so busy and hectic last month I simply didn't have time and energy to write this sooner. Though I'm very glad for everyone who waited for this part and I hope you'll like it. It's probably not the last one, I have few ideas for more parts. But I don't want to promise anything, we all know how long this part took XD.
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lewishamilton So proud to support charity program for the involvement of children from disadvantaged families in sports yourusername has been working on for a few years now. All money raised from the friendly basketball match goes to the fond of the charity. Let's change lives of these talented kids together! 💫🙏🏾
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user1 basketball players should be grateful our king chose to be f1 driver 😌
user2 fr
yourusername together we can change the world for better!! 💫💕
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user3 You make our lives better by existing Y/N😍😍
user4 I think this is too idealistic lol
user5 queen speaking facts and keeping us motivated
user6 LET HER COOK 🗣🗣🗣
user7 Sir Lewis Hamilton is Sir for a reason 👑
mercedesamgf1 🙏🤍
user8 even though he'll be driving for ferrari next year mercedes still supports him!!!
user9 and what did you think? that they'll ignore him or hate him suddenly? he still got a whole season w them 🤣 plus it's all marketing
user10 nah i'll just live in delusion that admin loves lewis & y/n🥰🥰🥰🥰
user11 I love how you use your platform to raise awareness
user12 omg he's so hot 🥵
user13 Wait, why is Lewis at Y/N's charity event instead of her? I usually support her, but this is just weird... why can't she stand up for her own thing?
user14 RIGHT?! idk why she didn't even bother showing there
user15 Honestly I think that Lewis going there brings more attention to it than just her going there, and it's a good thing people are noticing this organization. Though I don't understand why she didn't go there as well 🤷‍♀️
user16 guys stop wtf she could be sick or smth
user14 or she's just another attention seeker... never liked her tbh
user16 the only attention seeker here is u user14 get a life and stop hating 😘
user14 i'm not hating, i'm stating facts and unlike y/n i don't need a man to do shit for me lmfao
user17 Y'all are really getting mad over nothing xddd
user18 Amazing work! 👏 you make the difference, Lewis😍🖤💛
user19 the fact he has pink pants bc it's y/n's fav color and it's for a charity event she helped organize... i want a man like him 😩
user20 He's down bad for her!!!
user21 I mean... who wouldn't, just look at her🤭
user22 fr what i'd give to talk to y/n once
user23 Our fashion barbie iconic Queen 💖💖
user24 Lew giving the little boy a fist bump🥹
user25 he is going to be a great dad one day
user24 Oh definitely!🫶
user26 can't wait for dad lewis
user27 omggg imagine little him and y/n running around the paddock 😭😭
user26 they'll be sooo cute istg
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yourusername japan grand prix w my favs 🇯🇵🤍
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lewishamilton 🤍🤍
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user1 awww i live for bf lewis
user2 YOU DESERVE SOMEONE BETTER
user3 and who would that be user2 ?? you? lmfao u wish🤣🤣
user4 the disrespect of writing these things under HIS COMMENT where he shows SUPPORT to HIS GIRLFRIEND...
user5 Lewis & Y/N 4ever 🫶
user6 omg look at roscoe baby so cute
user7 the teeth I can't🥹
user8 It's Roscoe's world and we're just living in it fr
alexandrasaintmleux so prettyyy 🙏🌺
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yourusername oh stoppp u are prettier 💓💐
user9 Girls supporting girls and wags supporting wags... that's what we like!!!!
user10 the fact lewis liked alex's comment w two accounts is the best thing that happened this week😭
user11 shut uppp I didn't even notice it before user10 😭 he's such a simp I love this 😭😭
user10 i knoooow😭
user12 finally you attended a grand prix this year!!!!
user13 😍😍😍😍😍
mercedesamgf1 It's always brighter with you in the paddock Barbie Y/N!💖
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yourusername next time i'm going all out w the pink 💖🫶
user14 the legend herselffff
user15 Admin is slaying and supporting Y/N 💁‍♀️
user16 MOTHER IS SERVING ONCE AGAIN🧎🏻‍♀️
roscoelovescoco Enjoying's dad's racing's w my's best's mum's ☺️🏎
yourusername enjoying dad racing w my best son 🥹💕
user17 not roscoe slowly learning y/n's slang and saying w instead of with🤭
user18 and the fact Lewis is the one really writing it... !!!!!
user19 They're such cute a family🥰
user20 mum and dad and son... I can't it's too adorable 🫠❤️‍🩹
user21 Literally the queen of f1 and gorgeousness keep slaying
user22 where is the usual barbie aesthetic?!😥
user23 fr I want pink dresses not blue trousers
user24 Guys she can wear whatever she wants
user23 yeah true but still... she already built that image so why not keep it wtf 🤷‍♀️
user25 Covering her fat stomach with the purse ewww 🤢🥴
user26 i wanna take u haters seriously... but I just can't xd
user27 if you have anger issues like me and don't like online trolls, pls stop scrolling people! there are so many dumb users from twitter in these comments!🙃
user28 I just don't get why they're hating on Y/N all of sudden... what did she ever do to them
user29 idk, probably bcs she wasn't active for a while (she was probably not feeling well or smth as she said in an interview few days back) and didn't attend any gp till japan this year (again she was probably sick so understandable)... plus lot of f1 "fans" are jealous bitches change my mind
user30 Internet always moves in waves and one time everybody loves u and then they hate u 😬
user31 yeah but it's so sad cause y/n is such a sweetheart🥺❤️
user32 I honestly wouldn't care about the haters if they didn't attack her body and the way she looks... that's down right embarrassing and disgusting
user33 AGREED user32
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lewishamilton It's hard to put into words how happy and excited we are. Can't wait to hold our baby in a few months and support my dearest love on every step of the way. Feeling blessed right now 🤍🪐
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charles_leclerc Well, that's a shocking news I didn't know about this time...😂
charles_leclerc But big congratulations!❤️
yourusername yeah we needed to give u heart attack w smth too 😉💋
susie_wolff Congratulations Lewis and Y/N, you will be great parents! 💫🫶
yourusername thx susie, we have great role models in u and toto!!! ✨❤️‍🩹
lewishamilton 🫶🏾🫶🏾
kellypiquet what a great news!🥹
yourusername love u kelly 💕
sebastianvettel Many congratulations!
lewishamilton Thank you Seb!
yourusername will u be the fun uncle??? pls seb 🥹🙏
sebastianvettel If you'll make me their godfather....
yourusername done deal 🤝
lewishamilton I-... fair enough, done deal
fencer EXCUSE ME?!! THAT'S NOT FAIR
charles_leclerc Yeah what is this favorism?!
yourusername guys it's seb how could we say no 😌✨
charles_leclerc True... fair enough then I guess 🙂
fencer I still feel VERY offended
yourusername charles don't use that ironic emoji on me and fencer u can have the second child
lewishamilton Darling that sounds like you're sacrificing our second child while the first one isn't even born yet...
yourusername whoops 🫢🙈
sebastianvettel Do you realize this is not a private conversation?
yourusername actually u can set selected comments private seb 😁
charles_leclerc Wait seriously?!
lewishamilton No, she's just testing if he's old enough to believe her 🙄
yourusername you're sour bc u believed me the first time i tried it love ☺️🫶
sebastianvettel This is exactly why I didn't have Instagram sooner.
charles_lecerc We love you Seb!❤️
yourusername yeah we do love u our new godfather!!!!💖
mercedesamgf1 Congratulations from the whole team!🤩🤍
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alexandrasaintmleux awww so happy for both of u!💞
yourusername hope you're prepared to be the fav auntie 🤭💋
alexandrasaintmleux anything for my little nephew or niece hamilton 🫡
scuderiaferrari The next world champion on the way?😍❤️
yourusername pls i hope they'll stay far away from racing 😭
scuderiaferrari Well... then we'll at least get another tifosi 😉
georgerussell68 Wishing all the best mate!
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landonorris Wooohooo congrats!!!
landonorris Wait- do y'all realize you'll be parents now? Like real REAL parents of an actual child?!
yourusername yeah lando that's how it usually works when u get pregnant 😊
landonorris Yeah but... wait! The child needs to be McLaren fan!
yourusername your mission to get all hamiltons to be your fan is getting more complicated, isn't it? 😂🫢
landonorris Shhhh Y/N it's a secret mission 🤫
yourusername oh my bad sry
yourusername wait why do i know about it then???
landonorris Ehhh... miscalculation?
yourusername tf lando 😭
lewishamilton I'm starting to think this baby will be our second child and Lando is our first...
landonorris Wow so can I officially say Lewis Hamilton is my daddy now?😀
lewishamilton NO
yourusername lando don't you dare or istg
landonorris Byeee parents!! 🤗
f1 Let's go! 💖👶
francisca.cgomes babyyyyy 🤎🍂
pierregasly Why the leaves?
francisca.cgomes bcs it's an autumn babyyyyy
yourusername love u kika 💕
pierregasly Oh congrats by the way!🫶
yourusername thx pierre 💕
logansargeant RAAAAAHHH 🇺🇸🦅
logansargeant Sorry alex_albon took my phone 😒 I wanted to say congratulations!🤍
alex_albon 😇
yourusername lol
yourusername but thx sm logan, you're such a sweetheart! 🫶
lilymhe I swear it'll be the cutest baby ever
yourusername babe it'll totally will if u say so 💋
kevinmagnussen 🙌
hulkhulkenberg Welcome to the dad's club on the grid Lewis! 😉
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oscarpiastri What a happy day, congratulations! 🧡
yourusername what's the orange heart doing here oscahh??? 🤨
oscarpiastri 💖
oscarpiastri Better now?
yourusername thx oscar sm for the congrats!🥰 also you should use my signature heart emoji more often 💖
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yourusername enjoying the barbie life 💖💐
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lewishamilton Beautiful, gorgeous and my Barbie!
yourusername awww my ken 💞🫶
user1 omg i love them sm
user2 I wanna have what they have
user3 the effect bf Lewis has on me should be studied 😩
user4 Just the fact he usually isn't active on ig and doesn't comment or anything... and she is the only exception😭🤭
user5 gorgeous literally so gorgeous
user6 The baby bump 🥹🥹
user7 and she looks so good with it too 🥹🥹
alexandrasaintmleux such good times hanging out with my fav barbie! 💋💖
yourusername the best times girly!!! 💕
user8 i live for this friendship
user9 Imagine these two next year in Ferrari garage together!😍
user10 literally the only good thing coming out of lewis leaving mercedes
user11 fr fr user10
user12 Are those flowers from Lewis???
roscoelovescoco Yeah's they'res from's dad's 🌻☺️
user13 OH MY GOD ROSCOE HIIII
user12 Can't believe Lewis Hamilton replied to my comment as his dog 😭
user13 lol user12 u really won life xd
user14 this is sooo cuteee 😻
user15 You and Alex look so good together! Hope you'll be friends forever!
kellypiquet where's the bag from? it's so pretty! 😍🤍
yourusername idk lew gave it to me for christmas last year... i'll ask and let u know!! 🤍🫶
kellypiquet 🫶
user16 The queens of the paddock right here 🙌
user17 still can't believe y/n & lewis are going to be parent in a few months
user18 RIGHT?! It's like a fever dream for me 😭
user19 Yeah i was excited for dad Lewis so long that now I can't believe it's finally happening 🤭❤️
user20 the best wag right here
user21 and soon the best mum!
user22 Ur STUNNING 😭💖
user23 Woman 💅
user24 proud to say i never hated on Y/N
user25 YES
user26 always knew she's the queen 👸💗
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lewishamilton My beautiful Barbie. The love of my life. My partner for good times and bad times. Mother of my child. The only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. Y/N Y/L/N. 💖💫
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yourusername can't describe in words how much i love u lew!!! 💖💫
lewishamilton Love you too darling, so much!
user1 I can't 😭
user2 i wanna have what they have
user3 THE BEST COUPLE EVER
user4 if they ever break up love isn't real
user5 I'll tell my children they are the original Barbie & Ken
user6 my parents 🥰
user7 y'all don't understand how much i love them
user8 The best parents ever!!!!
roscoelovescoco Mums looking's gorgeous 🥹☀️
lewishamilton She in fact is.
yourusername my boys making me cry 🥹💓
roscoelovescoco Oh's no's mums don't cry's 🙁
yourusername don't worry baby it's happy tears 💞
user9 now I'm crying too... this is so sweet
user10 The reason they're my favs😍
user11 why is this so precious 😭😭
user12 so prettyyyy
kellypiquet Our Barbie looking like a goddess!💅🏻💝
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yourusername thx kelly!!!💕
user13 she's fr glowing 😻
user14 Thought she can't get more beautiful than she was before but pregnancy proved me wrong
user15 MARRY HER
user16 we love bf lewis dedicating whole post to y/n 🤭🤭
voguemagazine 🤩📸
user17 ariana what are u doing here?!??!!
user18 Even Vogue is an Y/N fan and we love it
user19 y'all don't understand how bad i need her to be on the cover of vogue or some other magazine 😩
user20 OMG user19 SHE WOULD SLAY IT TOO HARD
user21 You should marry her now!!! 💍💍
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user22 heyyy did someone else see lewis like it and then un-like it?!😧
user21 When the notification of roscoelovescoco liking my comment came up on my phone I nearly dropped it and screamed... like what? Excuse me sir!!! 😃
user23 LOL I love how he goes savage liking comments w his dog's account and then regrets it immediately xd
user24 guuuyyyssss what if it means we'll get proposal soon???☺️
user21 I wish!!!!
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Author's Note: Thank you for reading it to the end! I'll be very grateful for likes, comments, reblogs and every other sign of support. Also you can let me know if you think baby Hamilton will be a girl or boy 🤭. Have a great weekend! (Btw if someone wants to talk about their predictions for Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, they're welcomed bcs I don't have anyone to talk to about it XD)
Taglist: @namgification @hc-dutch @bloodyymaryyy @nat-lh-44 @cosmoscoffeee @daniellef89x @xoscar03 @67-angelofthelordme-67 @nathalielovesonedirection @raizelchrysanderoctavius @leclerc16s @carpediem241108 @onecojg (let me know if you want to be added or removed)
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love-belle · 2 months
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lo mein kayamat tak hua tera !!!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which everyone knows that they want each other, except for them and it's time that they change it.
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for when you find out forever waala love. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
social media au // f1 x platonic!reader // aditya roy kapur x fem!reader
warnings - language
author's note - this is for my desi f1 fans and desi f1 fans only ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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username the caption is so real like where u @
username SHE'S BACK IN INDIA LET'S GOOO
username Y'ALL PLEASE TELL ME U SAW HER IG STORY 😭😭
-> username NOT Y/N SOFT LAUNCHING
-> username not to mention aditya ALSO posted a girl on his story and she suspiciously looked like y/n ☝️☝️☝️☝️
-> username i'm going feral over this someone call the twitter detectives
username her being back in india means we shamelessly get adityay/n crumbs and im STARVING
username in love with u hello ma'am how r u real
username tere saath saath aisa koi noor aaya hai
-> yourusername don't test me i will cry and marry u on SPOT
username oh i am SO ready for the amount of content we're gonna get from her like winter break!y/n is actually my roman empire
username waiting for aditya and her to just be fucking oblivious in the comments 🙄☝️
landonorris giggling
-> yourusername i will giggle ur ass CHUP ( shut )
-> username 😭😭😭 please free my boy he has done nothing wrong
username 4ever giggling at the fact that aditya was the first person y/n hugged after her podium and they ALMOST kissed like 😭😭
-> username my roman empire fr like i genuinely felt like i was intruding on something
username no one understands her like i do we're the same people and i will make friendship bracelets by braiding our intestines together
-> username i am sorry was that extreme
-> yourusername a bit but i like your commitment
username daniel i expect u to give us updates EVERY HOUR i need to know if these bitches are hopeful or hopeless
danielricciardo i hope you know that adi is currently contemplating what to write and giggling
-> yourusername OH !
-> adityaroykapur this is why i said no to you being in a bollywood film
-> username PLEASE OMG 😭
username i love the fact that so many drivers accompany y/n to india simply bc 1) they want to annoy her 2) they want to annoy aditya 3) they want to star in a bollywood movie so BAD
-> username they're pure of dumbasses your honour
username f1 grid in india where the FUCK is my indian gp ☝️☝️☝️☝️
username howling bc girlie would have her munda kukkad kamaal da if she just became more social
-> yourusername i do not appreciate being called out like this excuse u
username cannot wait for y/n to bully the entire grid into wearing traditionals 🤞🤞🤞
adityaroykapur i love taking pictures of you 💗
adityaroykapur wdym someone prettier than yourusername exists
adityaroykapur wdym i can't keep staring at her posts forever
-> username DUDE GET UP 😭😭😭
adityaroykapur you look leng in a lehenga
-> yourusername thank u :))
-> sidmalhotra actually there's no "leng" in "lehenga"
-> adityaroykapur 😐😐
-> username someone lock away sid PLEASE
-> username my biggest concern is who the fuck taught aditya what leng means 😭😭😭
-> username my bet's on lando ☝️☝️☝️
adityaroykapur glad you liked the jhumkas ❤️
-> yourusername wore them the entire day ❤️
-> username and i'm gone
adityaroykapur chand theri roshni ka halka sa ek saya hai ( the moon is just a slivery shadow of your light )
-> yourusername hayeeee
-> charles_leclerc DATE DATE DATE DATE DATE DATE DATE DATE DATE DATE
-> username omg
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username oh
username screaming sir why are u so
username OH MY GOD
username he posted this for y/n and y/n only y'all go home
username one chance ☝️☝️☝️
lewishamilton target audience reached 👍
-> adityaroykapur i owe you one 👍
-> username howling at this interaction
username i know that he got this idea off someone from the grid and i know exactly who he exactly got this from
-> username your case here 🎤🎤🎤 georgerussell63
-> username LMAO 😭😭
username giggling oh my god
username PLEASE I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH
georgerussell63 plagiarism
-> adityaroykapur you told me to post this ???
username screeching no one's doing it like him
username i love how his acc is just promos and stuff and then this thirst trap for y/n and y/n only likee
-> username my man's dedicated idgaf
username cannot wait to witness y/n have a mental breakdown in the comments over this 😭😭😭😭
sidmalhotra as y/n says "what's the square root of 64"
-> adityaroykapur 8
-> kiaraaliaadvani ATE !!!!!!!
-> username i love stupid men and their chronically offline selves
sidmalhotra this why you had to go to the beach itni subha ( early morning )
-> adityaroykapur i brought you breakfast chup ( shut )
-> username soulmates 🤞🤞🤞
usernsme live love laugh aditya roy kapur
yourusername woah
-> adityaroykapur thank you ???
yourusername you're sooooooo
-> adityaroykapur ???
-> yourusername hey bhagwan ( oh god )
yourusername be my munda kukkad kamaal da ???
-> adityaroykapur is this your way of asking me out
-> yourusername idk is it working
-> adityaroykapur absolutely, i'll see you at 7 meri jaan ❤️ ( my life )
-> maxverstappen1 what just happened
-> landonorris did they just
-> pierregasly oh my god
-> charles_leclerc it was that easy ?
-> georgerussell63 we just had to get him to post shirtless pictures. wow.
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yourusername he's my sataaye manaaye rulaaye hassaye all in one ( i don't know how to explain it, these are lyrics from a song "maahi ve" and basically it says that he troubles her, makes it up to her, makes her cry and makes her laugh, so like all in one )
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username SCREECHING OH MY GOD
username im cryint i love tjem os mucj
username OHFJJSAJSJHHSS THIS IS INSANE I TELL U
username i prayed for this
username no bc i KNEW it the stories gave you AWAY y'all are not SLICK
username i saw them ask each other out that's crazy to think about actually
landonorris still mad i wasn't notified in advance
-> yourusername stay mad
-> landonorris you don't GET it i had to find out through COMMENTS
username in love with them oh my god
username they're my roman empire ur honour
username oh my god 😭😭😭😭😭😭
username the maahi ve reference imma SCREAM
username the way they're literally the it couple oh my god
sidmalhotra finally ‼️‼️‼️
-> yourusername no thanks to u
-> sidmalhotra badtameez ( disrespectful )
kiaraaliaadvani don't listen to sid, I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU I LOVE YOU BOTH I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR AGES FOR YOU BOTH TO GET TOGETHER OMGGGGG
-> yourusername KI I LOVE U SO MUCH WE CAN FINALLY GO ON DOUBLE DATES LIKE WE PLANNED ☝️☝️☝️☝️
username sid and aditya on a double date obviously with kiara and y/n
-> username need to see this happen immediately for mental health purposes
username everyday i wake up and see some shit like this. why does the universe hate me
username i wish y'all blocked me before posting this (IM SO HAPPY FOR U OH MY GOD)
username me preparing to spot aditya at EVERY gp this year bc i know my boy is not strong enough to leave y/n for more than 27 mins
maxverstappen1 he breaks your heart, i'll nail gun his.
-> yourusername alright edge lord no more wednesday for u
-> username CRYING 😭😭😭
username im so HAPPY y'all don't GET it i've been waiting for this for YEARS
username i screeched and my baby cousin woke up y'all im NOT playing around
username since no one's gonna ask the important question here I WILL
-> username what the story behind aditya and the jhadu photo ( broom )
-> yourusername he was trying to make a point and said that if acting doesn't work out he can start a cleaning service
-> adityaroykapur gaadi waala aaya ghar se kachara nikaal
-> yourusername no we cannot get rid of lando and charles
-> landonorris fuck you
-> username NO BC WHY ARE THEY CATCHING STRAYS AT EVERY POINT
adityaroykapur PRETTY word is real and it belongs to her and her only
adityaroykapur a living angel
adityaroykapur making my pupils dilate
adityaroykapur prettiest 💗💗💗
adityaroykapur my phone just did a backflip
-> username lord when will it be me
adityaroykapur i have NEVER made you cry
-> yourusername false u called me a daayan yesterday when i had my hair down ( witch )
-> adityaroykapur BECAUSE YOU LOOKED LIKE ONE
-> yourusername WOOOOOOOW.
adityaroykapur we're cute together or whatever 🥰
-> yourusername whatever 🤨
-> adityaroykapur we're cute together 🥰 ****
-> yourusername perfect 🤞
adityaroykapur all i'm saying is, it would be a GOOD cleaning service
-> yourusername never quit your day job we'd go broke so FAST 😞
-> adityaroykapur what happened to "sheesh mahal na mujhko suhaye tujh sang sooki roti bhaaye" ( basically the hindi version of "i like shiny things but i'd marry you with paper rings" )
-> yourusername that's very rich coming from u considering ur roti looks like a different country every time
-> adityaroykapur wow.
username in love u don't get me
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adityaroykapur i promise to take photos of you forever if it means i get to be by your side. lo mein kayamat tak hua tera ( i'm yours till the end of the world )
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username i audibly gasped i want what they have ‼️‼️‼️‼️
username THEY'RE MY PARENTS EVERYONE SHUT UP
username taylor swift writes songs about them btw
-> username ARIJIT SINGH writes songs about them more like 😭😭
username forever cackling bc sis really asked him out in the comments section
-> landonorris she got no game 😞❌
-> yourusername still pulled a bitch before u
-> landonorris she called you a BITCH adityaroykapur
-> yourusername WATCH UR BACK AT TURN 1 IN BAHRAIN I WILL ANNIHILATE U
-> adityaroykapur ...
username crying bc we're gonna get aditya at EVERY gp like im not even wrong bc that man's down BAD for her
-> username simply existing gf 🤝 obsessed bf
username god i see how kind u have to others
username alright y'all time to hug a tree 362 kmph
username O MAAHI LYRICS I AM DEAD I AM GONE I AM DECEASED I AM DECOMPOSING I AM SIX FEET UNDER
sidmalhotra happy for you both 🙄🙄🙄
-> sidmalhotra 🥰🥰🥰*****
-> yourusername stay mad bc i stole ur bf ☝️🙄
-> adityaroykapur did i unintentionally start another fight ⁉️
sidmalhotra finally no more talks about how much you want her 🥳🥳🥳
-> adityaroykapur that was CONFIDENTIAL
-> yourusername tell me more ☺️ sidmalhotra
username AND WE ALL CHEERED FINALLLLY
username the it couple of bollywood AND f1 i said what i said
username need me a guy who will post me like this or wtv 🙄🙄🙄🙄
yourusername bold of u to assume i'm leaving after the world ends 😕
-> adityaroykapur we'll haunt sid together 🤝
-> yourusername OMGGGGG YES
-> sidmalhotra MEINE KYA KIYA ( what did i do )
yourusername why do u always catch me off guard i look so bad 😭
-> adityaroykapur jhoothi you look perfect ❤️ ( liar )
yourusername i love u
-> adityaroykapur i love you so much more
-> oscarpiastri we get it MOVE ON
-> yourusername 😐😐😐
-> username LMAOOOOO
username i'm in awe WE'RE FINALLY HERE PEOPLE ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
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holdmytesseract · 1 year
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If you are seeking soon to be dad Daryl, what about a fic where Y/n gets pregnant but she's scared to tell Daryl because what happened to Lori? Maybe she is finally able to tell him when they get reunited after the prison falls and by then she's already showing? Idk I know it says requests are closed but I saw your post!
Blessing in Disguise
Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: After discovering that you are pregnant, you don't know what to do; being utterly afraid after what happened to Lori. You don't even have the chance to tell it your boyfriend, Daryl, because after the prison fell, you and Daryl get separated. Can you find him again and finally be brave enough to tell him?
Warnings: the usual TWD stuff, walkers, weapons, angst, mentions of birth and pregnancy, fluff!
Set in Season 4/5!
Word Count: 4,6k (Whopsies...)
a/n: I promised y'all a new Daryl fic and here it is! ☺️ Thank you for this wonderful request @starfirette ! ☺️ I loved, loved, loved to write this! 🥰 I hope you like it. ☺️ I changed the timeline a little bit - and I uh, may have ignored the existence of Mika and Lizzie, because I somehow struggled a lot to write them. I hope that's okay. 🙈
Tagging: @in-this-minute @thefemininemystiquee @hotgirlsshareaccounts @azanoni @lokisgoodgirl @goobysgoobers @fuseburner @fictive-sl0th @alexreadz07 @sweetpeapod
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Biting your lip nervously, you watched your friend from afar, loading stuff in a car. He was alone, so your only opportunity to ask was probably now - or never. Taking a deep breath, you bit the bullet and walked over to him. "Hey, uh, Glenn?" The black-haired man turned to face you. "Oh, hey Y/N. What's up?" He asked you, smiling. "Can... Can you please get me something from the drugstore you're going to?" "Sure thing, no problem. What is it?" You bit your lip again; shaky fingers handed over a small piece of paper. Glenn took it and slowly unfolded it. His gaze scanned the written words, eyes widening. "Y-Y/N this... This is-" "I know, Glenn, I know. Please, keep this to yourself, okay?" "Of course, but... You know that everyone says I'm bad at keeping secrets?" You sighed, rubbing the heels of your hands in your eyes. "Yes, but you're my best friend. I trust you." The Korean nodded, "You got a point there..." and stuffed the note inside his jeans pocket. "Don't forget it, please." "I won't, promise."
You spent the time walking from one place to the next. Your mind was restless, and so was your body. A billion 'What if...' questions were running through your head on lighting speed. It felt like your skull was going to burst any second. The wait for Glenn to return was almost unbearable. "Y/N? You alright?" Maggie's voice cut through the loud noises in your head. Blinking, you stopped in your motions; looking up to face her. "Y-Yeah, of course." The woman looked at you quite a bit sceptically. "Are you sure? You seem really... uneasy and nervous. Something wrong between you and Daryl?" You quickly shook your head at your friend's words. "No, no! Everything's perfectly fine! We're good. I'm good!" Maggie eyed you a second time doubtfully, "Alright." before she turned around to leave again. You breathed out relieved, closing your eyes. Gods... That was hell.
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About two hours later, Glenn and a few Woodbury people came back from the run. Subtly, your best friend handed you the small bag. "You got it?" He nodded. "Yeah. Brought three different brands." You stared at the bag, taking it into your hands. "Thank you." "Of course." You gave Glenn a small smile, which he returned. "You can talk to me about... You know. I-I'm always here for you." "I know - and I appreciate it so much." Before the Korean could even answer, you had pulled him into a big hug.
Now you sat in the cell you shared with Daryl - who was on a hunt at the moment, on the bed, staring at the bag in your hands. You had to do it. You just had to. You needed to know. So, you grabbed all three packages and sneaked into the prison 'bathroom'. Taking the tests were easy. Waiting five minutes for them to show a result was excruciating. Once again you found yourself walking up and down the room, hoping for once time would pass faster. At some point you couldn't take it anymore. You had to look; waited clearly long enough. Closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, you stepped over to one of the sinks - where you had placed all three tests, and taking a look at them. The first one. Positive. The second test. Positive. And the third result. Positive. "Fuck..." You were pregnant – without a doubt.
Shock wasn't the right word to describe your emotions right now. It wasn't really a shock, since you had the assumption; showing the typical signs for over a week now. Fear and panic were better words. In another world, you would've been happy. Having a baby with the man you loved was everything you ever wanted. Daryl was that man. The rotten, destroyed and dangerous world was a big problem, sure. Not just the walkers were a big threat. The disease, which roamed the prison had been a problem, but also other people out there. People like the Governor, for example. But now that you had the prison back and successfully defended your home against that psychopath, you weren't that concerned about the circumstances and surroundings. The prison was safe. What was a bigger problem and the cause for your main fear and panic, was what had happened only a few months ago... Judith's birth, and Lori's death. She died, birthing a child - and that was what gave you the chills. What if the same fate befell you? What if you were going to die as well, bringing yours and Daryl's baby into this world? Like Lori already once said… This wasn't a hospital. Sure, you had medical supplies - but not enough for a c-section or worse. If there would be complications, you were sure going to die - and you didn't want that. Despite that, it was already kinda hard enough to provide for one baby, but two? You didn't know. You really didn't know. What were you going to do now?
Driven by the panic coursing through your system, you went on search for Glenn. You needed to talk - and your best friend was your safe haven right now. Telling Daryl wasn't an option. Not just because he wasn't here at the moment anyway - which had left you worried sick enough, but also because you just were too afraid. You didn't want to do this to him. If you were really going to die during childbirth, you would put even more weight on his shoulders. He already had to carry enough.
"Glenn?!" You shouted up the guard tower, knowing that he was on watch at the moment. Seconds later, the door sprung open and his head appeared. "Y/N?" He shouted back. "Can... Can I come up?" You choked out; the tears on the brink of falling. "Uh, sure!" Quickly, you made your way up the stairs and through the doors. "T-Thanks." "Sure thing. Did you take the- You did." Glenn said, turning to face you and noticing the tears in your eyes immediately. "Is it... positive?" You nodded. Glenn's eyes widened. "You are... pregnant?" Once again you nodded; having lost the ability to form words. Without another sentence, Glenn bridged the distance between you and him and hugged you close. A big hug - exactly what you needed right now.
The two of you just stood there for a while, embracing each other. The only thing which could be heard, were your quiet sobs of desperation.
"W-What am I doing now, Glenn?" He pulled back from the hug, looking at you a bit confused. "What, uh, do you mean?" You blinked, staring at your best friend. Was he serious right now? He didn't get it? "Glenn, I... I can't have that baby!" And again the black-haired man's eyes widened. "Wait, what? You want to...?" Shrugging your shoulders, more tears started to fall. "N-No, but... I'm afraid of being pregnant; of birthing that baby. You know what happened to Lori! What if this happens to me, too!" Glenn immediately shook his head. "It won't, Y/N. Judith's birth went wrong, because Hershel wasn't with her. Lori was at the wrong place on the wrong time, unfortunately. It won't happen to you." You scoffed, not seeing this as easy as him. "That may be true, but what if Hershel can't be with me as well, huh? For any reason? And nevertheless, this ain't a hospital... It's a goddamn prison." The Korean sighed, tried to reassure you further, but it was no use. "I'm going to take you to Hershel now." He said, grabbing gently your arm and pulling you with him. "W-Why?" "Because maybe he can reassure you; and especially prevent you from having a panic attack." You said nothing; knew that he was actually right, so you didn't protest.
Passing by a lot of familiar faces on the way - due to the people from Woodbury your group had taken in in the prison, Glenn brought you to the small infirmary, where he was surely working.
"Hershel?" Glenn called out, trespassing the big doors with you. "I'm here." You heard the elder man call out, before he stepped out of one of the cells turned hospital rooms. "Glenn, what can I- Oh, hello Y/N." Neither of you said a thing, causing Hershel to look confused at the both of you and get closer. "Is everything alright?" Glenn turned to face you, squeezing your shoulder gently. "I'll leave you to it." With those words and a smile, he disappeared through the doors again, leaving you alone with Hershel. "Are you not feeling well, dear?" "Y-Yes." What were you saying? "N-No, I-" Even more overwhelmed now, you took a deep breath, trying to get yourself together. Hershel could see how you struggled; that you were rattled and of course, that something was bothering you. "Come, Y/N, let's sit down." The older man gave you a soft smile and gestured for you to follow him. He guided you into an empty room, in which he told you to sit on the small bed. "I'll be right back." You nodded, still too shaken up to form words.
A few minutes later, Hershel came back with a water bottle, handing it over to you. "Drink." You nodded once again, twisted the cap open and took a few big sips. "Good. Now take a few deep breaths and tell me what's wrong - if you feel up to it." You did what Hershel instructed you to do; took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. You needed that. You didn't know it, but you needed that. "Thank you." The man nodded at you, giving you another small smile. "O-Okay, so... Um, I... I wasn't feeling that well for the last few days. Always tired, no matter how much I slept. Sometimes, I had a bit nausea and mood swings... A-And I had to pee more often." You paused for a moment, fiddling nervously with your hands. A look into Hershel's face told you that he already knew what you were trying to say. After all, he was a doctor, but he didn't interrupt you; let you speak on. "W-Well, I counted one and one together and... Glenn brought me three tests. I just took them and..." "They're positive?" You nodded, clenching your jaw in order to suppress the upcoming tears. "W-What do I do now, Hershel?" The older man reached his hand over to gently place it on yours. "Be happy about it. This is a gift. A wonder." You scoffed, controlled by your fear once again. "It wasn't a gift for Lori, was it?" Hershel sighed, knowing exactly what you meant. "What happened to Lori was an accident. It was the wrong place and the wrong situation." "That may be true, but what if I'm going to die, too? What if this baby decides to come in the wrong place and the wrong situation as well?" "That won't happen." "Why are you so sure of that? This just isn't a world to have children anymore." It was a back and forth and throwing arguments - until Hershel shook his head and gave your hand a squeeze. "Now listen to me, Y/N. I know very well that this must be not easy for you. I can understand; given what happened to Lori. But Lori had Carl through a c-section, so the chances were pretty high she needed to have Judith with a c-section as well. You on the other hand have very good chances for a natural birth." He said calmly, pausing for a moment to let his words sink in. "Despite, you are such a strong woman. You've got Daryl by your side. You've got all of us by your side. A safe place with the prison..." He gave you a smile. "We're going to make this."
Hershel's words managed to calm you down a bit and take away some of your anxiety - quite to your surprise. "Y-You think?" "Yes." You nodded and stayed quiet for a moment, before the next thought hit you. "B-But what if Daryl doesn't want this?" A low, hearty chuckle rumbled through the elder man's chest, causing you to look at him confused. "Y/N... That man would do anything for you and that baby. You know just like me how adamant he was to keep Judith alive and healthy. He was the first one who reacted, went immediately out on a run to get her formula. Daryl would never reject that baby, trust me. He is going to be a great father." He squeezed your hand again, giving you another smile, which you couldn't help but return. "Now let's get you checked up and make sure to start on the prenatal vitamins."
And for a short moment, everything was perfectly fine. Sure, you still had your doubts and fears, but the voices in your heads became quieter, due to Hershel. Unfortunately, your happy phase didn't last even three days. Suddenly everything turned sour, when Hershel and Michonne vanished, the Governor returned to take the prison by brutal force with the two missing people in tow as hostages, murdering Hershel in front of yours and everyone's eyes – and the fall of the prison in the end. It happened so fast. Within minutes, everything was heading south with walkers flooding the place and a war breaking loose. Suddenly everybody around you was crying and yelling, while you just tried to hold on to Daryl - but it was no use... In the end, you lost him, got separated from him and ended up with Tyreese, who had saved baby Judith - and who absolutely wasn't bad at all, but Tyreese wasn't Daryl. The prison was destroyed, your family split up, not knowing who survived and who didn't. Your boyfriend and still unbeknownst to him, father of your child was probably dead and you had absolutely nothing left. Within a blink of an eye, you had a mess on your hands.
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"We have to go back!" You shouted after Tyreese, as he walked on through the woods, further away from the prison. "We have to go back and look for him!" Your friend gave you no answer, just continued to walk on. With a cocktail of anger, hurt, frustration and sadness coursing through your veins, you quickly caught up to him. "Tyreese!" He stopped suddenly abruptly in his tracks. "We can't, Y/N! We can't! Don't you see? Our home is destroyed, overrun with walkers! Going back there would be suicide!" "I don't care! I have to find him!" Tyreese sighed, bouncing Judith in his arms to keep her asleep and quiet. "I know this is hard for you and I am truly so, so sorry, but we have to look after Judith now. Make sure she survives." A part of you knew that the man was more than right, but your heart just couldn't accept this. You had to made sure that the man you loved was alright. So the emotions inside you exploded, causing you to reveal your 'secret' to your friend. "And I have to make sure that the father of my baby is alive!" Your eyes widened immediately after the words had left your lips, realisation dawning on you. Tyreese's eyes widened as well; his jaw dropping. "You... You are pregnant?" You nodded; tears threatening to fall. "Please, Tyreese, please..." Your voice was quieter and softer now, on the verge of begging. The man sighed once again, before placing a free hand on your upper arm, squeezing reassuringly. "No. It's too late." You wanted to speak up again, but Tyreese was quick to cut you off. "It won't change a thing if we are going back there." "Fine. Then I'm going alone." You wanted to turn on your heels and go, but Tyreese stopped you; grabbed your arm gently. "I can't and won't let you, Y/N. You are pregnant! I'd never forgive myself if something would happen to you. We stay together. Maybe we find Daryl somewhere around here. He is a survivor, you know that." Those words seemed to finally do the trick and convince you to not go back. Instead, you fell into Tyreese's arm, hugging his side and crying against his shoulder.
"Y/N!" Daryl looked around frantically, scanning his surroundings, while taking out several walkers on his way. "Y/N!" He couldn't see you. He just couldn't see you. "Y/N!" The tank, standing in the yard distracted his search for a moment, as he made sure to push a grenade down the gun, causing the man inside to jump out, before the tank exploded. Daryl was quick in driving an arrow through the enemy's chest; looking once again around. "Y/N!" The archer was on the edge of despair, so afraid to lose you. He had held your hand so tight and nevertheless, you were just suddenly gone, vanished into thin air, just because he had to use the hand which was clasping yours to kill an approaching walker. It was a mistake. He should've never let you go and rather just waste an arrow. Feeling the tears coming up in his eyes and witnessing more walkers storming the destroyed home they had built up, he screamed out your name from the top of his lungs for one last time. No response. No you. "Fuck!" He cursed, throwing his weapons to the ground and rubbing the heels of his hands in his eyes - until a familiar voice spoke up behind him.
"Daryl!" The archer spun around. His gaze landed on a young woman with blonde hair. Beth. "I was trying to find the kinds to get them on the bus." Daryl shook his head. "I lost Y/N. I can't find 'er. I can't find 'er." Beth looked at him compassionately, taking his hand. "I'm so sorry, Daryl." The man was quiet for a moment, until he ripped his hand loose from the teenager's soft grip. "You gotta Beth, you gotta go. Get yourself to safety." The young woman's eyes widened. "No! I-I... What about you?" "I can't leave. I need ta find Y/N. I can't lose her." Beth frantically shook her head. "You can't, Daryl. If you stay, you're going to get yourself killed! There are too many walkers!" "Don care. Gotta find 'er." He wanted to walk past Beth, but she held him back with a hand pressed against his chest. "No! Y/N wasn't inside the prison. I didn't see her. You couldn't find her outside. What if she was inside the bus, or left already with someone else?" Daryl's eyes flickered, the gears in his head turning. "Please... If you go in there now and get yourself killed, Y/N is the one who is going to suffer. You don't want that, do you?" Daryl swallowed, shaking his head. "No." "See? Now come on. We have to go. We'll look for her, I promise!" He nodded and followed Beth, still not sure if this was the right decision.
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Time passed. Day after day went by. While you, Tyreese and Judith found Carol on your way, Daryl lost Beth to god knows who and found Rick, Carl and Michonne somewhere on the way. They weren't you, but he was relieved to see that other members of his family had survived. Unfortunately, they didn't know what happened to you as well, leaving the archer still in the dark. It was torturous. But so it was for you.
At some point, you lost track of time, couldn't tell if the weeks had already turned to months or not. What you knew was, that the baby living inside you, must be there already for at least three months, since you lately started to show, having a small baby bump now. Carol quickly counted one and one together as well, making sure together with Tyreese that you were safe and protected.
Well... And then Terminus happened. While Daryl tried to stay alive with the others, Carol went on a rescue mission. You wanted to accompany her at all costs, but of course she didn't let you. She didn't want to risk your life and with that the baby's life as well. So, you stayed behind in that little hut with Tyreese and Judith, making sure that this strange man you took hostage didn't escape. Let's put it this way... Not every part of it went according to plan, but in the end everything turned out to be fine. More than fine, actually...
"I'm not digging around with this crap. We just made it out." "The fences are down. They'll run or die." Daryl listened in silence to the group and Rick's arguing, biting his lower lip - until he heard the leaves of the forest ground crunch, alerting him that someone - or most likely rather something must be there. He was right. But it wasn't something. It was someone. Carol. Daryl couldn't believe his eyes, seeing his best friend standing there, only a few feet away. He didn't think he would ever see her again. Not after she had been banished by Rick. But there she was. Daryl didn't hesitate, ran over to her and pulled her into a big hug. That attracted the others attention as well. Everyone was exhausted to the core, but undeniably happy to see Carol. Rick as well. He approached the two friends. "Did you do that?" Carol nodded meekly, on the verge of tears. Rick went immediately to hug her, wrapping both his arms tightly around his friend. "Thank you." The grey-haired woman retreated from the hug, smiling softly. "You have to come with me."
That was exactly what they all did. They followed Carol to the little hut… "They're back! Y/N they're back!" Tyreese exclaimed, watching their family approach the hut through one of the windows. "Really?!" You literally jumped up from where you sat on the ground beside Judith's makeshift crib. "Yes!" "Daryl! Can you see Daryl?!" Tyreese turned to face you, smiling. "Look for yourself." You sprinted to the window, seeing familiar and also a few unfamiliar faces. Among them, was Daryl. Seeing him kickstarted your heart, sending waves of pure happiness through your veins. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," you splattered out, before moving over to run out of the hut. "Daryl! Daryl!" The archer's eyes shot up, landing directly on you. For the second time within minutes, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had already lost hope, thinking he was never ever going to see you again. "Y/N..." He breathed out, letting his crossbow fall to the ground and running towards you, meeting you halfway in a hug. You literally jumped into his arms, wrapping both your arms and legs around him. "Daryl..." You sobbed, burying your face in his neck. "Y/N..." You could tell that Daryl was crying as well. His voice quivering and unsteady. The world around you faded. Just you and Daryl existed in that very moment. "I-I thought I lost you. I thought I was never going to see you again." You stammered, still clinging to him. "Me too. I couldn't find ya. I searched for ya, but I just couldn't find ya." "I'm here now." You whispered with a smile, peppering the skin on his neck with small kisses. "I am never going let ya out of my sight again, I promise. 'M gonna protect you better, I swear." You shook your head. "You always protect me as best as you can. This wasn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself, please. It was the Governor's fault. Nobody else's." Daryl just nodded against your shoulder, relieved that he had you back in his arms. That was everything what mattered in that moment. You held him for another while, before you untangled yourself from around your boyfriend and backed up a bit, just enough to look into his blue, greyish eyes. Though, one eye was slightly swollen and red. All in all, he looked quite battered and bruised, causing your heart to ache. Gently, you cupped his scruffy cheeks, looking at him with furrowed brows, worried. He noticed that of course, "M fine. Don worry." and started immediately to rub reassuring circles in the clothed skin of your hips with his thumbs. "You don't look fine, Daryl." The archer shook his head. "M fine, really. Jus' a black eye and a few cuts and bruises... How are you? You alright?" His question reminded you suddenly of the baby, growing in your womb. His baby. You swallowed. Now was the time to tell him, wasn't it?
"Y-Yes, I am, b-but there's something I need to tell you, I-" "We need to go." Rick's voice suddenly cut through the air, loud enough to catch both, yours and Daryl's attention. The archer looked at his brother, an arm still protectively wrapped around you. He hadn't noticed your small baby bump yet. "Yeah, but where?" He asked. "Somewhere far away from there," answered Rick, everybody shuffling around to get ready for moving along. Daryl nodded, thinking the same as Rick. "You two coming?" "Yes, just give us a minute. We'll catch up." You jumped to answer your friend, before Daryl could. You had to tell him. Now. "Alright. Just don't stay behind. We'll make sure to look out for you." You nodded, giving him a smile. "Thanks." The others went to follow Rick, leaving you and Daryl on your own - for now. The archer's gaze met yours again, fear and worry clouding his blue-grey orbs. "What is it?" Daryl asked, eyes suddenly widening. "You didn't get bit, did ya?!" You quickly shook your head. "No, no! It's not that! I didn't get bit!" He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing out relieved. "Thank fuck. What is it then?" You took a deep breath. Now or never. "I-I'm pregnant." Daryl blinked, looking at you incredulously. "W-What?" You bit your lip, gently reaching for his hand and placing it on your small baby bump for him to feel. "I-I'm pregnant." An audible gasp left his lips; emotions getting stuck in his throat and tears blurring his vision. "P-Pregnant? Y-Yer pregnant?" You nodded, having to fight the tears once again as well. "Oh Y/N..." Daryl sobbed, engulfing you in another hug.
"Since when do you know?" You swallowed hard, knowing that this question would come. "A few days before the prison fell..." "W-What?" He was shocked. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I'm sorry. I-I wanted to, but I was so afraid because of what happened to Lori a-a-and I dunno... Before I could tell you, everything went south. I'm so sorry." "Damnit, Y/N... Jus' imagine what could've happen if you ended up alone out there? Ya could've died!" "But I didn't! I found Tyreese and Carol. They took care of me. They always made sure I was okay." Daryl scoffed, but took your hands into his. "Don scare the shit outta me again, woman, I swear…" You had to smile softly at his words, shaking your head, "Promise." and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him lovingly. "Let's catch up to the others. You stay close ta me. I don't want ya out of my sight, understood?" You nodded. "Yes, Sir." "Good." The archer intertwined your fingers with his, grabbed his crossbow and gently pulled you with him, in order to catch up to the others - what you did in the end. "So, you're not mad at me, that I'm, well... Pregnant?" Once again, he shook his head. "Why should I? This is wonderful, actually. Maybe not the best time, but we're gonna make this. Judith made it, too." You smiled up at him, your heart full and content with love. "I love you." "I love ya too, sunshine - and I promise I'm goin' to look after you and that kid."
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sincerestlove · 22 days
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Sunshine - R.R.
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'tis a sad, angsty and emotional night for me, girlies. thus, i have produced this sad piece of work. do y'all ever get cripplingly depressed because you love reneé so much and you realize that she doesn't know that you exist? yeah, me too. that's where i'm at tonight. have i been sulking and on the brink of tears for the last 4 hours...perhaps. womp womp.
Pairing: Reneé Rapp x Reader
Warnings: talks of depression, negative thoughts, self-doubt. reneé being caring, sweet and supportive of mental health struggles. please read at your own discretion.
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The room was dark.
It had been dark for hours. You weren’t sure how many, but knew it was more than enough. The sunshine was long gone, you were almost certain. You had shut the blinds some hours before crawling into the bed, unmoving since then.
You were hungry, but didn’t have it in you to get up and eat. You were tired, but your mind was too hyperactive to sleep.
You were mentally exhausted.
The weight of an internal battle kept you glued to the mattress, a dull ache settling between your temples. Your stomach felt heavy, though it had been empty for much too long.
Some days, like today, everything felt like too much. You felt alone, you felt lonely, and just wanted everything to go away and leave you to rot.
Right now, it seemed like there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
You had just decided to close your eyes when you heard a soft knock on your bedroom door, the wood creaking as it opened slowly. “Y/N?”
You laid still, wondering if she wouldn’t notice you under the mountain of pillows and blankets and just leave.
She didn’t.
“Are you okay?” The soft voice of the woman you were in love with filled your ears, feeling your chest tighten the slightest bit at the concern in it. You still didn’t respond though, couldn't, and after a moment, the bed dipped beside you. A warm hand sat on your back atop the comforter. “Y/N, can you sit up for me, please?”
You debated the request silently, wondering if you even had the energy.
After another long pause of silence, she spoke again. “Please, baby, for me?”
Another pause.
Then, you slowly sat up, thankful for the darkness engulfing the room, so that she couldn’t clearly see what you looked like. You knew you looked like an absolute train wreck. Taking care of yourself was too difficult right now, on your own. You blinked a few times, attempting to get your bearings.
You felt warm hands come up to cup your cheeks, her thumb pads wiping back and forth. Just then, you noticed your face was wet, and she was wiping tears away.
When did you start crying?
“Hey, love. I’m here, it’s Reneé.” She spoke softly, as if talking too loudly would scare you away. “What happened?”
You blinked a few times more, meeting the gaze of her soft, pretty blue eyes. They looked at you with such love and understanding, it made your tears flow harder. A sliver of moonlight poured through the blinds, casting a gentle glow on her face. She looked so pretty, was all you could think, bangs brushing against her long eyelashes.
Your bottom lip quivered, the familiar feeling of sharpness piercing your throat. “I don’t know. I just think you deserve better than this. Than me.”
You paused, swallowing the lump in your throat, breaking eye contact. “You can be with whoever you want, Reneé. Should be, with whoever you want. You are literally famous. I’m nothing, a nobody.” You felt hollow pang in your chest, eyes glazing over as each insult passed your lips. You truly believed the words you were saying about yourself and she could see that.
The blonde took you into her arms, burrowing her face into your neck. You felt her tears falling on your skin, her hands balling into the back of your shirt. “No, baby, don’t ever say that about yourself.” She pulled back, taking your face into her hands again. The coldness of her rings focused your attention, meeting her gaze again.
Her eyes steeled, boring into yours with pure intention. “None of that is true, Y/N. None of it. You are so beautiful, kind, smart, ambitious and perfect for me. I want you. I need you.”
She spoke sincerely, and you felt an ache watching tears rush down her face. “I never want to hear you say those things about yourself again. Baby, I love you so much. I would give you every single star in the sky, if I could. Hell, you want the moon, too? I'll bring it to you on a silver platter. You mean everything to me, absolutely everything. I couldn’t do life without you, don’t you get that?” She sighed, brushing her slender fingers along your face, tracing your jawline, eyebrows, nose, ears, lips. “You are my heart and soul. Fuck, I wouldn’t be here without you.”
She paused for a moment, coming closer to rest her forehead against yours. You instinctively moved out of your blankets to rest your hands on her sides, feeling her skin on yours. She was warm and pliant. Real. “I know things get hard, baby. Trust me, I do. But you have to talk to me. That’s what I’m here for.” Her nose bumped yours, sweet breath fanning against your lips as she spoke. “You can’t get rid of me, I’m here for the long haul.” That comment got a soft laugh out of you, one that Reneé took as a small victory.
She took your hands into hers, running smooth shapes into your palms. Leaning back to look into your eyes again, she took a deep breath. “You have to talk to me, Y/N. You can’t just run and hide. I’ve been texting you for hours, I was worried sick, so I came home.” You felt a bubble of guilt in your stomach, knowing you should’ve checked your phone at least once. “I am always a phone call or text away, you know that. I will drop anything and everything for you. That’s how much you mean to me.” You nodded slowly, feeling more like yourself again as she spoke to you.
"I’m sorry, Ne.” The blonde sighed again, shaking her head. She pressed a soft, gentle kiss on your forehead, wrapping you up into her embrace. She smelled good, sweet, like vanilla. You deeply inhaled, settling into her lap and nuzzling into the warm skin of her neck.
“Don’t be sorry, Y/N. Just promise me that you’ll talk to me next time, okay? I’m here for you. And if you want to talk to a therapist or need anything more to help you, talk to me, and we will get you whatever you need. I promise. Do you promise?”
You nodded, feeling the dark thoughts and emotions pour out of your body and mind with the tears that were finally coming to a stop. You exhaled deeply, moving yourself impossibly closer to her. “Yes, Ne. I promise. I will talk to you.”
Her body physically relaxed at your assurance - you didn’t realize how tensed up she was. “Good. Thank you, Y/N.” She let you both sit in silence for a while, her whispering affirmations and reassurance into your ear, while you clung to her and calmed down. “What do you need now, sweetheart?”
“Shower. Food. Kisses.” You mumbled, your stomach growling on queue. Reneé laughed, pressing one last lingering kiss to your chapped lips. She didn’t care, she would kiss you every second of every day, chapped lips and all.
“Shower, food and kisses it is.”
You looked up and into her eyes, which were filled with love.
Yeah. No matter how dark your mind could get, she was it. She was the sunshine that would always light your way and bring you back to her.
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CHAPTER SIX: EMOTIONAL SUPPORT DOG
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"what do i wear?" you ask holding up two sweatshirts that nearly looked identical.
nobara huffs before responding, "please just pick one, they look the same babe"
"i can't! am i overthinking? i'm definitely overthinking". you decide to go with the sweatshirt you were holding in your right hand. nobara calls out to you from her room, "he's literally seen you at your worst!"
you assume that she's referring to when you first saw him, when you found out that he existed. that wasn't my worst moment i was cute for a girl in pajamas.
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you and yuuji are almost to your destination, "you know you sounded like rapunzel asking to see the lanterns when you asked me to drive you"
"oh my god shut up i did not" you say in between giggles. he makes the final turn and there you are, yuta's house.
"oh you're just going to drop me off on the curb like i'm a whore" you say while unbuckling your seatbelt.
only his left hand is on the steering wheel and his head turns very slowly to look at you, "you want me to walk you to the door like i'm dropping you off for a playdate?"
"yeah kinda," you pause to open your door and hop out "it'd be rude if you didn't stop and say hi". the minute you heard him sigh, you knew you'd won.
you greeting yuta was a blur, you can't even remember what stupid shit you did because of your nerves. all you remember was a holy shit you muttered when you saw the entry way, to call it nice was an understatement.
currently, you were sitting criss crossed on the floor with yuta to the left of you. "so wait, you have all the games?"
"yeah! you could play the resident evil 4 remake since it's still kind of trending?" he stares at you and there's a short moment of silence before he continues, "only if you want to though, you'll have the controller, not me".
you give him a reassuring smile, "yeah that's fine! beware I am going to die though". he laughs and you swear its the cutest thing you've ever heard "it's okay, i can walk you through it" shutupshutup oh my god i'm going to scream.
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"wait why are they jumping him. just make friends with them duh”
“yn, you have to fight back” the stress was very adamant in his tone. "i can't. i wasn't paying attention when they gave instructions. . ." you glance over to the chat to see a mix of yours and yuta's fans laughing at you.
he reaches over to grab the controller from your hands, but not without "accidentally" ghosting over both of your hands holding the controller.
you watched the screen and took an occasional glance at the stream. you figured you should probably figure out what buttons he's pressing, so you look down at his hands which were actually quite nice. no dirt under them, hang nails, or anything else, it almost made you forget why you looked over at them.
"there", he says while handing the controller back to you. "dude where the fuck did you go?" you'd ended up in a completely different spot from where you initially were. "hey, i put you on the right path. you ran like, too far from where you were actually supposed to be"
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"okay guys! i think that's it for today my back is starting to hurt, and i'm sick of someone criticizing me" you're staring directly at the chat while you say this.
"i wasn't criticizing! i mean i was, but it was helpful" he continues, "this is our first time hanging out and you're already trying to get rid of me"
"whatever. anyways bye guys!" you say while ending the stream. you bring both hands up and behind your head to stretch
"i'm hungry, i think i'm going to text yuuji to come get me"
"you don't have to, i can take you back and stop and get something, if thats okay with you?"
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teehee... do we like?
my brain was cooking but my fingers were not. do y'all fw ihop? i might make ihop the stop.
didn’t proofread this 😭
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thinkingaboutjaedyn · 2 months
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could've been [i.engen x reader]
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prompt: after all the regret, ingrid finally changes. too bad you aren't there to see it.
author notes: this is my sorry for making ingrid so toxic in part one, i swear she is ten times better in this one. hope y'all enjoy itt! look at the bottom of the fic for another surprise.
warnings: angst but not in a (part one) way, lots of mentions of regret, ingrid gets help finally, rejection, and more 🤗
part one: nights like this part three: good days
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PLEASE, ALLOW ME TO SHOW
YOU SOMETHING
MM, SOMEBODY GIVE ME, YEAH
SOMEBODY GIVE ME, UH
SOMEBODY TELL ME THE ANSWERS
ME AND YOU ISN'T THE ANSWER (UH)
ME AND YOU ISN'T (NO)
MAYBE I'M TELLIN' MYSELF THAT
BUT THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' THAT'LL
CHANGE THAT
WHAT GOOD WOULD IT BE IF I KNEW
HOW YOU FELT ABOUT ME? (YEAH)
healing, change, forgiveness takes time. especially when one is trying to forgive themselves for their actions.
ingrid's therapist told her this in her most recent appointment when she broke down; her tears and words trying to express the guilt that still hangs heavy in her heart. the way she sobs almost makes it seem like she's the victim in the situation. that she was the one played with and cursed at and left to overthink. ingrid knows this. she knows how fucked up it looks to cry after being the one to do all the hurting, but her therapist reminded her that this is one step on the road to being better. those genuine tears of guilt shows remorse. now actions and effort needs to be put behind them so that those tears aren't put to waste.
when the norwegian whispers out, "what if i have done this sooner? do you think she would have left?" her therapist just gives her a small shake of the head before explaining that the past is the past.
"y/n is not the answer to all your problems. she's not the solution, you are. she may have been your first motivation, but now it's time for yourself to be the motivation. you are doing this for the betterment of you," the woman who goes by the name ms. alcaraz says. the way one of her legs are crossed over the other reminds ingrid of how you use to sit whenever listening to ingrid's rambles about her favorite show. y'all's favorite show. she always found it a little funny how many thoughts and items and mannerisms led back to you in her mind.
ms. alcaraz snaps her fingers to get ingrid out of her head. another thing the norwegian needs to work on; less focusing on the past and more looking at the future. "understand? enough dwelling on how you treated her and more working on the problems that led you to those actions," the therapist says as ingrid nods. that makes complete sense even if almost makes her heart snap in half. all she wants to do is remember and dwell and regret over and over again until she runs herself ragged.
the rest of the session is spent figuring out ways for ingrid to finally stop focusing all her on energy on the non-existent forgiveness she wanted from you and how she can finally start to forgive herself. ms. alcaraz proposes for her to write a letter to you. an actual physical letter. not a text from her fake page or an call from a text now number, a physical letter that ingrid would be forbidden to send. the norwegian wants to tell ms. alcaraz no. that this won't help anything. that it will actually make things worst and how she just couldn't do that but then she remembered how many times "couldn't do it" slipped out of her mouth when she talked to you. how badly that impacted your relationship. the fear that was vocal in those words always annoyed you; and ingrid knew this every single time. she just couldn't bring herself to push past that fear and do it. so no, this time around she can do it. will do it. if not for her then for you. even if you won't ever see it and it will just be laying on her desk for days to come, she had to do this.
you deserve an apology, some type of effort even if the only thing left of you in barcelona is just memories.
all ingrid thought about after leaving the session was what to say. what words could express how deeply she regrets everything and how wrong she was? god she just didn't know.
it has been three months since ingrid made the choice to go to therapy and do something about all her issues. for such a long time after you left all ingrid did was cry herself to sleep on her couch every night and then act completely fine all day in front of her "boyfriend" and everyone else. it took one month in therapy for her to break things off with him; her therapist explained to her how leading him on into believing their relationship was worth anything was wrong and will only lead to pain. not just for him, but for her too since being with someone she didn't love wasn't good for her mental health.
it was month two when she finally sat and accepted that she was a lesbian. "i'm a lesbian and i don't understand what that means for me? i can't... i don't know how to.." ingrid said one day at a session as she picked at the skin near her nails. the appointment was actually supposed to be focused on ingrid's fear of being judged and her fear of people's opinions but her vocally proclaiming that she is infact a lesbian led to a different direction for that day. the first direction was worked on in the next appointment with it being a perfect follow up to helping ingrid with her identity crisis.
month three's word of the month was fear. ingrid hated month three. every single last session was focused on what she fears, why she fears it, and how to overcome that fear. she hated it so badly just because the ingrained reaction to fear in her mind is to run. to shut down and isolate or to lash out and explode. there was never a in-between, but now it had to be. that's what she needed if she ever wanted to get better. that's what she needed to make sure all her regret didn't go to waste.
back to that dreadful letter. ingrid went straight to her desk when she reached her apartment. looking around her bedroom for some paper and pen so she could write down the apology she has been wanting to say to you for ages. ingrid finds a paper and a pen in mere minutes, but as she sits down at her desk she stalls for a moment.
is this even worth it? what if this makes everything worse? what if she spirals and can't even figure out what to say? too many what ifs. too much uncertainty. ingrid hated this. she hated that she couldn't just do it. what is her fucking problem?
tears well up in her eyes as she looks at the blank page. her mind was nothing like it. her mind is messy and full and feels like it's going to slip out of her brain onto the floor.
this won't help.
this won't change anything.
this can't change the past.
ingrid won't change, she can't, she's unable to. she's going to be stuck being a horrible person who can't do anything right. someone who fucks up everything in their life. a failure. no wonder you left; she was a fucking mess.
the norwegian doesn't even notice how her tears are now dripping onto the paper. no, no, no. she has to stop. she can't, won't, refuses to give up. if not for herself than at least for you.
do this for you, ingrid. letting your panic blur your vision won't lead to anything good. breathe, just breathe. let it go.
just write and say whatever is what ingrid mentally says to herself as she picks up the pen and starts writing. her fingers are so shaky that the letters on the page are hardly readable, but the emotions are there. the regret, the sorrow, the pain.
ingrid's so sorry.
and she had to make sure you knew that; in spirit. not in actuality.
so she writes and writes and writes until her fingers feel numb.
dear y/n,
i don't know how to start this off or even what to say. you will never see this, but i want it to be perfect. i ruined everything because i was just so afraid. i was scared to find out how people would react if they knew about us and instead of telling you more about my thoughts, i pushed you away. not just pushed you away, i exploded and treated you like shit to make sure you didn't to be near me. at first when i first started to act out i thought you would leave, but you didn't. why didn't you leave? i will never understand it. i'm so grateful you didn't because the moments when i wasn't being a horrible girlfriend, yes i can freely say that we were together now, were the best moments of my life in all honesty. you didn't give up on us, i did. i'm the one who kept running away. who kept using others to make it seem like our relationship was nothing important. you should have left and taught me lesson. well i guess you finally did, but that was after i put you though months of emotional pain. i was an awful girlfriend who let my own personal issues ruin everything and i ruined you. i know i did. and i'm so sorry. i love you, y/n. i love you so much and i don't know how i will ever move on.
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IT COULD'VE BEEN RIGHT, BUT
I WAS WRONG (UH)
ONLY THINK 'BOUT YOU WHEN
I'M ALONE (YEAH)
THE PART OF ME THAT CARED IS
ALMOST GONE
AND I KNOW THAT I CAN'T GET CAUGHT UP
WE COULD'VE BEEN
AND WE TRY TO PRETEND
EVERY NOW AND AGAIN
WE DON'T DREAM ABOUT, DON'T
THINK ABOUT WHAT
WE COULD'VE BEEN
THOUGH I'M HOLDING IT IN
'CAUSE I KNOW IN THE END
YOU DREAM ABOUT, I THINK ABOUT WHAT
WE COULD'VE BEEN
WE COULD'VE BEEN (DAMN)
WE COULD'VE (DAMN)
when you first left you were the only thing filling up ingrid's thoughts. from the moment she woke up, while getting ready for the day, at practice, on the way back home from practice, at matches, during press conferences, every single moment that she was awake she thought about you.
however after the first few months of therapy, slowly but surely you started to slip her thoughts. she started to get back into her hobbies and became more focused at games. you were slowly becoming a memory for her; that didn't mean the regret and pain wasn't still there. those emotions will always hang in the back of her mind even when she moves on. to the day ingrid is on her deathbed, the bullshit she pulled on you will always stay there; that pain will be taken to the grave.
ms. alcaraz has helped her learn how to live on with those emotions. instead of shutting down whenever ingrid felt like everything was too much she would write or meditate or do yoga. anything to clear her mind.
but there's nights where all the norwegian can do is lay in bed. scrolling down on your instagram. even looking at content posted by the san diego wave social media just to get a glimpse of you. when she saw how you and that mystery brunette has already moved in with eachother she wanted to scream. all of those hours of therapy helped her, they really have, but still the immense urge to just explode rests on her chest.
the urge to just blow up your phone with a text now number. the violent urge to just text you on instagram over and over again until you either answer or block her fake page. the burning urge to leave very specific hate comments under your posts about only things she would know shimmers inside of her. however those urges are never answered.
ingrid has changed. she isn't her past self and she can finally feel proud about it. however still she couldn't block your instagram. her scrolling time has gone down from the entire night to just two hours with the help of therapy, but two hours is two hours too much. ingrid knows this.
she still wants some type of connection to you even if it's just a one way street. she can't help it, so for now she will scroll until she either feels satisfied or like she wants to pull out her hair.
after all that the norwegian wonders to herself what went wrong between you two; she already knows that answer. it was her. it was all her fault, but still it's fun to wonder how it would have been if you two had stayed together. if ingrid wasn't scared out of her mind of public scunity. god she hates the what if's that cloud her mind after seeing you happy with your new girlfriend for the ninth time that week.
sometimes, even though her therapist warned her that it could slow down the work ingrid has been doing on herself, ingrid thinks about a different reality. where you and her had an actual happy relationship that was public. you two would be loved by the public. living a great life together and when you two retire y'all would decide to adopt a little girl. the norwegian is unsure of what name you two would have picked out, but it would be gorgeous just like you. that faraway dream always ends with you two living out the rest of y'all's retired days in norway in a quiet neighborhood.
what she would do for that to be true is something she doesn't want to think about. ingrid still hates herself sometimes for what happened, but slowly you are leaving her life fully; and surprisingly she's not even sad about it. actually she welcomes it. those months of therapy are working their magic on her.
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REMEMBER?
REMEMBER THE NIGHT IN MIAMI?
FIRST TIME YOU PUT YOUR ARMS
AROUND ME
I'M UP REMINISCIN' (OOH, YEAH)
AND THINKING 'BOUT YOU ISN'T HELPING
THINKING 'BOUT YOU DOESN'T TELL ME
WHAT GOOD WOULD IT DO IF I
DECIDE TO FACE THE TRUTH
IT COULD'VE BEEN RIGHT, BUT I WAS WRONG
ONLY THINK 'BOUT YOU WHEN I'M ALONE
YOU ONLY HIT ME UP WHEN SHE'S NOT HOME
AND THAT'S WHY I CAN'T GET CAUGHT UP
WE COULD'VE BEEN
AND WE TRY TO PRETEND
EVERY NOW AND AGAIN
WE DON'T DREAM ABOUT, DON'T
THINK ABOUT WHAT
WE COULD'VE BEEN (OH YEAH)
THOUGH I'M HOLDING IT IN
'CAUSE I KNOW IN THE END
YOU DREAM ABOUT, I THINK ABOUT WHAT
WE COULD'VE, WE COULD'VE BEEN
WHAT WE COULD'VE BEEN, WE COULD'VE BEEN
ingrid doesn't know when, but sometime after she hit the sixth month of therapy she started to move on from you. something she never thought she would be doing, but she also didn't think you would ever leave either or that she would be in therapy these days so ingrid got used to the surprises that invaded her life.
slowly her heart started to wander towards someone else. a certain tattooed spaniard whose smile sends shivers down her spine; mapi.
ingrid doesn't know when the lines between friendship and love started to blur with mapi, but they did. the spainard was someone she went to when everything got too overwhelming and her therapist's hours were closed. clinging to mapi's waist as her head rests on the defender chest. "sometimes i just feel so stuck you know.. like all my progress wasn't worth it," the norwegian mumbles. mapi's hands rub soft circles on her lower back as she listens. taking in every word ingrid says. "you're never stuck, life always has to move on. just try your best every time, ingrid" she says softly. that's how it always was when mapi comforted ingrid and frankly, the norwegian loves it.
their friendship wasn't always that close. back when you left, ingrid had isolated herself socially. she would go to outings with the team and her little cover-up boyfriend, but she wasn't talking as much as she usually was or drinking or just being her usual self. then after the third month of therapy ms. alcaraz helped her understand that isolation doesn't help anything and that she needs a support system, so ingrid started to go back into being more social. it really did help along with all the therapy she was doing.
then she just started to gravitate towards mapi. it was something alluring and fun about the defender. and it was the same for mapi. she thought ingrid was gorgeous since the first day they met, but never got a chance to get close to her. with ingrid's attention on her, mapi finally found the opportunity to become friends. maybe even more.
only a few weeks of this closeness and it bled into something more. ingrid would be scared of how fast things are going usually, this is how you two's mess of a relationship started, but her therapist has told her to welcome new things. not to run away from the things she wants anymore.
she wants mapi.
ingrid refused to let this new situation stay the way it is. she wanted a relationship, not a messy situationship. since she was the problem in you two's relationship, ingrid decided to be the one to start off on the right foot in this new one.
"can i take you out?" the norwegian asks one day while mapi was cooking some dinner in ingrid's apartment while wearing her pajamas; yeah this had to become something official sooner rather than later. they're already in too deep.
mapi gives her a quick glance over her shoulder, a small smirk on her lips. she just shrugs as she goes back to cooking. "i would love that," mapi says. bringing the freshly cooked food still in the pan over to the table. "i have plates you know" ingrid says playfully as she smiles. mapi rolls her eyes playfully as she turns back to the counter to grab two forks from the drawer. "we don't need them, chica" the spaniard chuckles as she sits down at the table. scooting her chair closer to ingrid's until their legs touch.
the warmth of the first bite was just like the warmth ingrid has been on the receiving end of. mapi is warm like the sun; an overwhelming presence that fills any room it steps in. mapi is ingrid's star and hopefully her only star for the rest of their lives.
the week after is when they decide to go out. it's on a sunday which has officially become their day since the two footballers always hang out on that day especially. spending the whole day together while doing mundane things. however this one was extra special, because they were going out instead of staying in.
ingrid stands in front of the floor length mirror in her living room. checking out the blue silk dress she decided to wear with black heels to match. is too formal? ingrid thinks to herself. she isn't able to dwell more on the topic as a knock at the door interrupts her thoughts.
mapi.
a smile already reaches the norwegian's face as she walks over to her front door. opening it to see a nicely dressed mapi. the spainard put on a black dress, similar to ingrid's. "didn't think we would be matching, bonita," mapi chuckles as she takes in ingrid's look. she looks gorgeous. mapi gets a bit distracting as she checks out ingrid before looking back at the woman's face. "huh? sorry. you're just too beautiful right now," mapi smiles.
"oh? more than usual?" ingrid jokes as she gestures for mapi to come inside. closing the door behind them before walking over to her couch to grab her jacket and purse. "hm of course not. you always look amazing. i just couldn't stop my eyes from wandering, that's all," mapi says as she leans against the door. smiling once ingrid turns back around and smiles back at her.
"let's go, bonita" the spainard says as she grabs ingrid's hand. interlocking it with hers. then they leave out of the door. a burst of giggles leaving them both as ingrid almost trips over her heels.
the rest of the night is full of happiness like that. the two footballers go out for dinner firstly then some ice cream for dessert and a small walk around the streets to end it off.
ingrid smiles at mapi as they stand in front of mapi's car. their date is sadly coming to an end and spending the night together wasn't in the question; can't go too fast. "can i kiss you?" mapi says softly as their hands interlock, swinging slightly. "i don't know, can you, maria?" mapi just laughs at ingrid's words before pulling her into a short kiss.
after savoring the moment, the two pull away from each other. shy smiles sitting on both of their lips. ingrid pecks mapi's cheek before letting go of her hand and running off to go inside her apartment building. mapi just chuckles as she watches ingrid run into the building.
ingrid's still smiling once she gets inside of her apartment. she couldn't believe how well the date went. those fears of possibly fucking up another relationship fade away as she changes out of her dress. kicking off her heels that been hurting her feet since they had ice cream.
as she slips into the shower, darker emotions cloud her mind. why does she suddenly feel guilty? those burning feelings of regret claw at her conscience as the hot water hits her body.
does she deserve to move on? after all the hurt she caused you, did she deserve to be happy with someone else?
the norwegian thinks back on you two's first unofficial date. with you both being too shy to call it an actual date; just calling it a simple hangout. it was a festival happening around this time in barcelona so of course you had to bring ingrid out there. that night was full of laughter and fun with it ending with a sweet kiss done near the beach. ingrid sometimes wonder what would have happened if she would have just asked you to be her girlfriend right after that moment. if she would have let your situation turn into an actual relationship. if she would had gone public with you on her social media months into the situationship like she did with that cover-up. would things be different? would you have been here right now and this night of fun of mapi would have never existed? for some reason ingrid frowns just thinking about that possibility.
in the past, all she wanted was to go back and fix everything so you two could be together in the present. however, now after her date with mapi she didn't want that. would it really have been better? the teenage puppy love feelings that were coursing through her isn't the same as the feelings she felt with you. the fear of being known tainted whatever love that was between you two.
it doesn't matter anymore. let it go. ingrid thinks to herself as she shuts off the water before stepping out of the shower. she looks at herself in the mirror as she dries her hair. she's done. ingrid realizes she has finally done it.
she has fallen out of love with you. out of love with constantly feeling the regret and guilt. ingrid is over you and ready to move onto more things in her life. ones that don't involve overthinking constantly about what she's done to you.
ingrid has forgiven herself.
that was the night ingrid blocked your instagram and deleted your number.
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WHAT WE COULD'VE BEEN, YEAH
WHAT WE COULD'VE BEEN
AYY
WHAT WE COULD'VE BEEN
WHAT WE SHOULD'VE BEEN
IF I WASN'T, IF I WASN'T WITH SOMEBODY
IF YOU GOTTA HIDE IT, WHAT'S
THE POINT OF TRYING?
I AIN'T JUST YOUR FRIEND, NO, WHAT'S
THE POINT OF LYING?
TRYA SELL A STORY AIN'T NOBODY BUYIN'
LOOK ME IN MY EYES, DON'T THAT FEEL NICE?
WHY SHOULD IT END? BABY I COULD'VE BEEN
I COULD'VE BEEN HIM, MORE
THAN YOUR FRIEND
JUST SAY WHERE AND WHEN, WHERE
TO MAKE A TRIP
BABY, MAKE A WISH, BE THE ONE I'M WITH
SHOULD'VE BEEN A, SHOULD'VE, COULD'VE,
WOULD HAVE BEEN, AYY
YEAH, I WOULD HAVE BEEN (DAMN)
YEAH, I WOULD HAVE BEEN (YEAH)
DAMN, DAMN (COULD'VE BEEN)
YEAH, WE COULD'VE BEEN (OH NO)
around four months later, after officially getting together with mapi, ingrid decides to face her biggest fear. the one that toppled you two's relationship.
she posts a photo of mapi kissing her on the cheek on her instagram. cutting off her phone the moment it's posted, she may not be scared of having a public lesbian relationship anymore but still she didn't want to look at the comments.
nearly a full year of therapy has changed her into a much better person and girlfriend. the teasing comments from her teammates about them not knowing she was into girls weren't as frightening as she thought they would be. the online discussion about the reveal of mapi and her relationship was more positive than she expected.
oh, it really was just the fear holding her back.
it has been months upon months since ingrid had last seen you and she was fine with keeping it that way. of course she knew eventually you two would see each other somewhere. the women's football world is only so big with most women footballers being around each other at the same events and campaigns. however she didn't think it would be so soon.
she had been invited to an event by puma for their new campaign with puma athletes. it was later on during the event when ingrid spots you. one moment she's eating peacefully on her pasta and the next she's looking up to see your eyes on her.
what..?
she doesn't remember you being a puma athlete. perhaps that partnership happened after she blocked your instagram. god, now all that pasta is about to come up out of her throat. ingrid wants to run and run until this night is just a distant memory, but she doesn't. because ingrid is a different woman now. she doesn't run away from her fears now, she faces them.
the eye contact between you two doesn't last long as you look away. ingrid's throat feels like it's collapsing in on itself as she stands up and heads towards the bathroom.
as the norwegian throws some water on her face before looking up in the mirror. you come into the bathroom, warily standing next to the door as you look at her. "i didn't expect to see you again," you say softly. ingrid gives you a glance before sighing. this was a chance to at least give you an apology.
"y/n, i'm so sorry. for everything. i ruined something that could have been great and i treated you horribly. you didn't deserve that.." ingrid says as she looks at her, trying to see your reaction. you stay silent as you gesture for her to continue. "i was so afraid and needed so much help. i'm sorry it took you being hurt enough to leave for me to get it. i been doing therapy for months now and i am a way better person now," ingrid gives you an apologetic smile, "just know it was all me. never you. everything that happened was never your fault, y/n."
silence fills up the room as she finishes talking. you just blankly stare at her. it unnerves her, but it's okay. she's ready to see whatever reaction you will give.
"i don't forgive you.." are the words that come out of your mouth. ingrid just nods; it's understandable after all she's done to you. "but i'm glad you got help. finally," you say. she can tell you are being genuine with your tone.
the two of you look at each other before you turn and leave the bathroom. ingrid leaves out a bit after. heading back to her table feeling lighter than before.
she didn't get forgiveness, but you acknowledged how much work she has done. that's all she needed.
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author notes: LMAOO it took me so long to finish this, but it's done. so basically i made another version of this part where ingrid is a little less sane in the head and also i plan to make a part 3 focused on the reader. which will be the last part (unless i change my mind), so if y'all could vote on what y'all want me to post first please do.
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tbposting · 6 months
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it took a lot of asking but riot finally deigned to discuss the lore of their billion dollar video game franchise
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i absolutely called it that riot was going to retcon the Brackern/Hextech connection out of existence, but i didn't call that they'd use Arcane as the excuse to do it with. i thought they'd just quietly retcon it away with the skarner update without offering much explanation.
they say they're going to give seraphine an update to fit the new status of hextech which made me laugh a bit because, like, y'all already retconned her lore to hell and back when it turned out you had severely failed to read the tone of her connection to the brackern and launched her with a story that essentially implies she uses slave labor to be a pop star. I remember fucking marc merrill throwing the writers under the bus on twitter about it like an absolute douchecanoe.
and then, instead of engaging with any of the ways in which seraphine's powers of empathy generation could be incredibly interesting when paired with the brackern narrative that casts them as essentially brutalized victims of colonization for Piltover profit, you just go "uuuuuh, no, wait, she can't hear the brackern actually ha ha ha whoopsie doopsie." like, literally just nerfing her powers, but doing nothing to alleviate the horrible implications. "oh yeah, no, she still uses the enslaved soul of a brutalized species to power her platform, but now she doesn't know she's doing that, which I think we can all agree means the problem is solved."
hopefully they actually give her a new story that engages with her abilities beyond just "she is good at being a pop star" - building on the LoR version of the character, I would hope - but I fear it's more likely they just do the minimum viable edit and just find-delete any reference to consciousness in hex-crystals.
as for skarner himself, well he's Ixtali now so they'll probably still square him up against piltover's colonizing incursions into Ixtal, but more in a "primordial protector of the natural world" kind of way than "lone avenger reclaiming his people's stolen bodies." which, y'know, okay, sure, why not, but I would very much like him to have a more compelling character motivation than "preserve the status quo because nature and balance or something."
my big fear is they'll use the update as an opportunity to make camille a good guy or more sympathetic. like, house ferros made its fortune by selling the souls of a sentient species as batteries, knowingly, and camille was a ideologically committed defender of that decision, and that made her an interesting villain. but they've been humanizing the living hell out of her and i am real worried they're just going to tip straight on over into "oh no the authoritarian enforcer for the bourgeois power structure is sympathetic actually, she's really nice once you get to know her, she's just misguided" and ffffffffff
just... please let camille be evil. let her be a villain, please for the love of god
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harryssattelitestomper · 10 months
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Slane Castle (Slane, Ireland)
In honor of Harry making history at Slane Castle; here's a little instagram blurb.
Faceclaim: Olivia O'Brien
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yninstagram Is this a good-enough outfit for Slane? @harrylambert
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harrylambert A style-icon
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jeffazoff outfit as crazy as your dancing
-yninstagram you're not as funny as you think you are jeffrey 🤨
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harryflorals Harry via ynistagram stories!
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harryfan5 pretending i took this pic
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harryflorals HARRY MAKING SURE YNs OKAY via yninstagram stories
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harryflorals MORE OF HARRY TONIGHT ON STAGE! via yninstagram
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yninstagram After show dinners >>>>
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Oh i loved violent eddie what about a friend's to lovers type of beat where reader works at this bar/restaurant where the female staff have to wear very little clothing reader hates the job but gets tipped very well. But on more than one occasion she's been followed home at night when's she's walking. She brings it up nonchalantly to eddie like it's no big deal but he's instant to bring her to work and pick her up no matter thetime of day he doesn't even care if it interferes with his job. Then one day you guys get into an argument bc he wants you to quit but you don't want to bc the money is great. Eventually he gets over it but finally meets the creep that's been bothering you and basically kicks his ass. After that he takes you home and your clinging on to him bc the guy scared the shit out of you so eddie stays the night and you let him rail you 😫
hope it's okay that i changed the order of things bc it made more sense in my head like this.
warnings: best friends to.. something, protective! violent! eddie, men being creepy and disgusting, mentions of sexual assault + blood, violence, dismemberment, burning and overall gory stuff and smut at the end so minors, this one isn't for you at all, you're not welcomed here. ps: the reader's uniform is kinda inspired by britney spears' baby one more time look
tags bc y'all made me post this: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @hazzaismyreligion @fracturedarkness @nevermore66 @hellfiremunsonn @sebuckyverse @literallyforsmut0nly
please don't lock me up. idk what possessed me when i wrote this but i promise it's gone now.
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"heya sweet cheeks, be a doll and get us a refill on this would ya?" the prick at table three shouted for you for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes, asking for a refill on his beer.
you rolled your eyes mentally and strolled over to his table where he and his two other forty something years old friends were sitting. all three of them looked like they haven't showered in eight weeks, beards grown over their faces collecting bread crumbs and condiments from their food, they had dirt underneath their fingernails which you assumed was from their lack of hygiene and not their jobs. they had beer bellies sitting a mile in front of them and they were nearly balding, one of them entirely bald.
those are the best customers, stupid and gullible make them feel special and they're tip you generously, your coworkers voice rang in your head as you put on your best fake smile, grabbing the big glasses and putting them on a tray, "coming right up sir"
if super powers existed, yours would be the way you act at work. the voice you put on and the huge happy grin on your face as you walk around the restaurant in six inch heels, a skirt that barely covers your ass and a blouse which required you to keep the first three buttons open at all times so the red push up bra you're wearing underneath can be seen along with your cleavage. you hated the uniform at first but most nights it made you more tips than your pay check so eventually you started to care less and less about it. it was just a uniform, like a cop's or a fireman's uniform, that's what you told yourself.
but still none of that was what the biggest part of your super power would be. it would be your ability to ignore and look past the filthy lustful stares men gave you. whenever you walked, every single eye in the place was locked on you. on your legs as they take steps, on the way your hips sway and on your ass. every time you took someone's orders, they gaze wouldn't meet your face instead it would be fixated on your chest while they speak.
they were undressing and fucking you in their minds, it didn't take a genius to know that. you knew that and they knew you knew it. some of them more shameless than the others, they enjoyed that you knew that, completely believed you'd want it too. unaware that you're merely being nice and decent to them because you wanted, needed their money.
you refilled three glasses with beer and walked back to table three, sighing before you do. only ten more minutes, you whispered to yourself as you approached their table with a sweet smile on your face, "here you go" you said placing each glass in front of one of them, "can i do anything else for you gentlemen?"
"look at this sweet young thing, eager to please" one of them laughs then grabs his beer, chugging it down while half of it spills from his mouth and down his chin, you try your best not to cringe at the sight.
"sweet cheeks you can do so much for us.." the man who asked you to refill their glasses speaks up, bringing your attention back to him and the devious smirk on his face. his teeth were yellow and his lips were chapped and then your eyes deviated to his left hand as it moved onto the table, you noticed a wedding ring on his finger, god help the woman this man goes home to, you thought.
you remained quiet, giving them a mindless smile and raising your eyebrows waiting for him to finish his sentence but before he did, you felt his hand on the back of your knee. same hand that was on the table just seconds ago. "pretty young thing like you could be in so much more service.. in mermaid motel after we're doing eating.." his hand travels up the back of your thigh higher until it's sitting close beneath the curve of your ass, almost touching your underwear.
in that moment you wished you could be like the badass women you watch in movies or read about. you wished you could grab his wrist and shoved his hand so far up his ass it would come out of his mouth, wished you could grab his greasy hair and smack his head against the glass of his cup before scooping his eyes out with a spoon. you wished you could scream or at least step away but you didn't do any of that. instead you froze like time stopped moving for you and you were stuck in that moment for twenty lifetimes.
"bet that tongue could do more than say nice words" the other man spoke but you were hardly listening to any of them, everything became blurry and your heart was racing when his landed on your ass and you felt his squeeze. you were falling in a loop and just wanted it to stop.
"you know who she reminds me of?"
"who?"
"my stepdaughter, she wears her hair like that too and put on the shortest skirts. girls these days are filthy minxes, too bad they weren't like that back in our day"
the share laughs and by a miracle your ability to move comes back to you. you turn around and walk into the backroom as fast as you can, rushing to the bathroom and the nearest stall while your coworker yells asking if you're okay.
the moment you made it to an empty toilet, you pushed the lid open and fell to your knees on the dirty floor. you threw up everything you had in your stomach for probably the last two months until your vomit changed from undigested food to the green yellow fluid of bile.
you wiped your vomit off your mouth with toilet paper and flushed it down, closing the lid and sitting on it. "you okay kid?" stacy, your coworker asked, you could see her heels from under the stall door. "i got your clothes if you want to change" she said and held them under the door.
you grabbed them off her hands and thanked you. stacy was an older woman, in her mid thirties, she's been working here since she was turned eighteen, said it was either this or becoming a stripper for her then she joked that the difference wasn't that big anyway but at least here she got free food. she taught everything you knew about this job, how to get the biggest tips and which customers are bad news. most of them are only thing is some pay well and some don't, she said. when you asked her if anyone has attempted to make a move on her, she said "they'd lose a hand before they lay it oh me" and she didn't lie, she didn't tolerate entitled men who go around thinking they can touch anything they see because it was shiny and they liked it.
you considered telling her about what happened as you changed out of your uniform and into your sweatpants and the dio shirt you stole from your best friend's clean laundry pile but just as you decided to do so, her name was called out.
"shit.. i've got to go kid but we'll catch up later alright? you're good to go home alone or you gotta wait up for me?" she asked, putting her cigarette out on the sink.
you think of her offer for a second and back to what happened a few minutes earlier. memories of it almost doesn't exist as your brain blocked it out entirely. you start to think maybe it wasn't as bad as you thought since you can't even remember it and decide that you don't want to inconvenience her, "i'm good, don't worry about me but thank you for checking in" your voice was shakier than you had intended for it to come out and the next thing you heard was the bathroom's door closing, signalling that she left.
you left the bathroom just a few minutes after she did. the men at table three were still sitting there when you were about to make your way to the door, you held your breath and walked on your tiptoes in your sneakers, praying that they wouldn't notice you. praying you'd turn invisible or even better, disappear.
you managed to make it to the door without attracting any of their attention to yourself. once you were out on the street, your feet were going quicker than you thought they could. step after step, getting faster by the second and they didn't stop once you heard footsteps following you, multiple footsteps that let you know there was more than one person behind you but you didn't turn back, part because you were terrified of doing so and seeing the men from the diner and part because you tried hard to convince yourself that you're being delusional, nobody's following you, you're imagining things, just because they're walking in the same direction doesn't mean they're after me, you thought.
once you made it home to the apartment you share with your best friend, you walked in and locked the door with all three locks you had on it before walking into the living room where he was sitting on the couch with his guitar on his lap, he looked up to you and the first thing he noticed was the shirt you're wearing, his shirt.
"i searched for that all evening i was supposed to wear it to tonight's concert!"
"hello to you too eddie" you ignored his comment and made your way to your room where you dropped your work uniform then your body onto your bed. a big sigh escaped your lips.
eddie walked into your room and begun talking right away, "the concert was great by the way thanks for asking. i played the new song and the crowd seemed to like it so we'll probably will it again for the next shows. the tire shop however kicked my ass. this guy showed up and his.." eddie kept blabbering on and on about his day, which wasn't unusual for him. he does it every time after you get back home, he tells you about everything that happened in his day down to how many times he used the bathroom and what he used it for. usually you didn't mind it, he had lots of funny stories and they got your mind off things but tonight you couldn't get yourself to focus on anything he said.
eddie worked two jobs, one of them was at the town's local tire shop where he had morning shifts, a nine to five job with stable income that he used to pay his half of the rent, pills and necessities. his other job was the one he did for fun, he wrote songs, sang and played guitar with his band at local bars and small concerts around town. he was a case of mechanic by day and rockstar by night.
"are you even listening to me?" he frowned and sat down on your bed, bringing you out of your trance and getting your attention.
"yeah i'm sorry.. you said something about the tire shop kicking your ass?"
"that was about six topic changes ago, you're not keeping up!" he said with fake offense before he caught a glimpse of the distant look in your eyes and every thought he had slipped right out of his brain. "sweetheart.. what's wrong? did something happen at work?" he asked, getting tensed at the possibility of that happening.
eddie hated your job. he hated that you worked there and continued to work there despite telling him time and time again that you hated working there. he told you that if it's a matter of money then you shouldn't worry about that, he makes enough for the both of you and he can take care of things until you get a different job, one that doesn't require you to dress like a hooker. not that they're anything wrong with that, it's just you don't want to do it so you shouldn't have to, he said.
you shrugged at him, keeping your eyes down and fiddling with your fingers. "some guy had his hand up my skirt and i think he and his buddies followed me home but i didn't really turn around and see their faces so i could be wrong" you tell him nonchalantly as if you're telling him about a fun girls' day out you had with your girlfriends at the mall and not about getting sexually harassed at your workplace by three grown filthy men who were twice your age, size and strength.
eddie's neck almost snapped with how fast he turned to face you. his eyes burning red with question and rage. "come again?" he said, not because he didn't hear you, he heard you loud and clear. your words were ringing in his head like the bells of judgment day. he heard you, he just helplessly hoped that if you repeated yourself this time it would terrify him enough to wake him up from this dreadful nightmare.
you repeated yourself, this time even more careless than before. it was like your mind was completely detached from what your body has experienced.
his mouth ran dry, his jaw was clenched so hard you worried his teeth would break and the veins in his neck were about to burst out of his skin and paint your whole room red with his boiling blood. his chest was heaving and his knuckles turned white. he was seething.
you've seen him angry a few times before. the first time when his father ripped out a drawing eddie had made simply because he used a pink crayon i won't have a queer for a son, he reasoned as he did it back when he was only six years old. little eddie got so angry not for his drawing or what his father called him but because he made that drawing for you. it was a painting of you.
growing up alongside him, you witnessed more and more of his rage. it almost always had the same trigger, someone being mean or disrespectful to you or his friends. to him, a person who crossed you was a person who had a death wish and he was their fairy in the shape of the grim reaper.
"eddie it's not a big deal"
"not a big.. not a big deal? sweetheart did you listen to what you just told me? that motherfucker groped and followed you home!" he said a little too loudly for your liking, getting up from your bed and paced around the room in circles holding his hands behind his back because he can't guarantee that his fists won't go through your wall while he pictures that it's the assholes who dared touch you.
"that's it. you're quitting." he said sternly like it's a fact of an action that's set in motion and you sat up on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. who does he think he is making decisions for you?
"that's not your call to make."
he stares at you in disbelief, no part of him can fathom why you keep wanting to work there despite everything that's happened to you in that shit hole, "baby.. you can find another job. we'll go looking for one together. anything else is better than that fucking diner and the pieces of human filth that go there."
"those pieces of human filth are paying our pills eddie!" you get up from your bed and stand to your feet, eyes glaring and your own fists clenched. "how else did you think we can afford to have hot water? or get a new couch that doesn't smell like piss?" your vision becomes more blurry with every step you take towards him until your toes touch his and he's looking down at you and your bloodshot eyes that match his, both red with sorrow and overshadowed by anger. "no other place is gonna pay like this and don't go telling me bullshit about how you can take care of things because you can't, your pay check is barely enough to cover your half of the rent so don't go around playing superman because you are not!"
your closed fists connect to his chest, hitting him over and over again until you had him pinned up against the wall. "you can't save me you can't do stop bad shit from happening you can't erase them and you don't get to go around telling me what and what not to do i'm not your fucking slave and i'm not your sweet cheeks or your babe you don't fucking own me!"
the rational side of your brain along with eddie both knew that you're projecting the suppressed fury you had for these men onto him and he just stood there defenselessly and let you do it. let you hit him over and over again with his hands behind his back like he was your punching bag. he didn't move or talk back, just let you let it out and unleash it all on him for as long as you pleased.
after a few minutes, your punches got weaker as your tears got heavier and you started frantically apologizing but he grabbed your elbows and helped you sit down on the floor with him where he wrapped his arms securely around your trembling figure, you hid your face in his neck and gripped on his shirt for dear life.
"it's okay let it out.. i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i told you what to do, i shouldn't have. i'm sorry sweetheart, i'm sorry" he whispers, holding the back of your neck. he should've known that it would trigger a breakdown, you spend the entire night getting told what to do by men who won't take no for an answer, he should've known and done better.
"you're home and you're safe now. they can't get to you here, i promise. i've got you. they can't get to you ever, i'll make sure of it i swear i will."
that night you broke down until you fell asleep, you can't even remember getting in your bed but you woke up in it so you assumed he laid you there after you slept. you were tucked in really good too. when you sat up your body was exhausted it felt like you fell from a building fifty stories high and landed right onto your ass.
you reached over and saw the time, 4:19pm. you've slept for fourteen hours, uninterrupted.
after dragging yourself out of bed, you managed to get into the shower and scrub your body clean. memories of the night before starting flooding back in your mind and you had to block them out before you think yourself into another breakdown.
it wasn't long after when eddie got home with takeout bags in his hands, "good you're awake! i got your favorite" he smiled and you gave you a weak one back then both of you ate in silence.
"so i've been thinking.." he broke the quiet after you took your last bite and you turned to him, "since you don't want to quit your job and it's clearly not safe for you to work there anymore, i've come to a settlement i think you'll like.." you raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for him to finish talking, "i drop you off and pick you up, i walk in and use my freak privileges to scare some assholes off before i leave. a win-win for both of us"
frowning at him, you consider what he's offering but one thing doesn't make sense to you, "how is that a win for you?"
"i get to make sure you're safe, how is that not a win for me?" he says as if it's supposed to be the most obvious thing in the world and you think of it some more. now under any normal circumstances, you would've said no and told him you're perfectly capable of getting there and back by yourself but this wasn't normal anymore.
"alright but then we'll have to leave now, i don't want you to be late for your concert. i'll go get my stuff." you tell him and disappear into your room, he yelled for you to take your time and you assumed it's because your shift doesn't start until 7pm and his concert's at 8 so you had some minutes to spare.
you didn't know that he didn't have a concert that night or any other nights to come anymore. he cancelled on all shows for the week. he wasn't only planning to take you to work and bring you back home, he was planning to sit outside and keep watch. keep watch of whoever dares breath in your direction.
when he drove you there, he did exactly as he said. walked in with his arm hanging on your shoulder, claiming you in a way. all eyes turned to him and he flexed his hand, cracking his ring clad fingers and clenching his jaw. he stared into the eyes of everyone who had theirs on you and if looks could kill, they'd already be skeletons by now.
by the time you made eye contact with them, their heads would be turned down and they'd be focused on eating their food like it's a task they need to get done in time and leave. you couldn't blame them, eddie did look dangerously intimidating from an outsider's view.
for two weeks, you did the same thing. eddie drove you to work, walked in and stared everybody down then walked out and sat in his van close enough to keep watch but far away not to be seen. you suspected what he was doing by the way each time a customer was about to get too close to comfort, he barged in like he came to war. he played it off saying he was in the area and was hungry but a part of you couldn't believe him.
whatever it was that he was doing, you were grateful for it one night because that man from two weeks ago walked in again, this time without his friends. eddie noticed your body language and fear from miles away and ran into the diner, ready to take him right then and there but you stopped him, telling him that he isn't worth it and asking him to just take you back home which he did instantly but he didn't stay home with you. he never intended to.
~
"hey dipshit!" eddie yelled to get his attention, tossing his cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. the man turned around at his voice. "you respond to that name huh? so you know you're a piece of shit?"
"you wanna come up here and say that to my face?" the man shouted and eddie strolled towards him, taking long steps leisurely. the sound of silver metal from his rings as he's closing and opening his fists behind his back filled the alleyway.
"say it to your face? nah i'd rather write it on it with your blood" he smirked once he faced him and before the man could fathom what was said to him, eddie's fist connected with his jaw, turning his cheek to the other side and leaving an indentation in the shape of his rings.
"you fucking asshole!" the man tried to swing at eddie but between the impact of his punch and being almost wasted, he missed by a lot and end up tripping over his feet. eddie took that opportunity to grab him by his collar and shove him against the nearest wall, an action that took some effort considering the man was at least a hundred pounds bigger than him but the weight of eddie's rage was heavier than he could ever get.
"what's wrong? i thought you enjoyed harassing people? it's not so fun when you're the one getting touched is it?" eddie asks sardonically before throwing another punch to the man's jaw, same side as before deliberately. this time he heard the sound of something breaking and when the man went to spit out blood from his mouth, he spat out a tooth too.
"answer me!" he yelled at he tossed him to the ground like he did with his cigarette just seconds ago then he walked towards him and spread his legs with his booted foot before putting it on his crotch, applying more pressure on it by the second. "you enjoy touching young girls? does it get you hard? get you off?"
the pain is the man's groin begins increasing and he grabs eddie's leg with both of his hands trying to get it off of him but eddie remains unmoved. "what is it with you? did i fuck your bitch or something? if i did then she was asking for.. AH" he yelps in pain after eddie kicked him in the balls with all the strength in his body, he went to reach down and cup his crotch but eddie was quick to crouch down and hold both of the man's hands between one of his.
"which hand?"
"wha.."
"which hand did you touch her with"
"i don't fucking know what you're talking about! get off me freak!" he tries twisting his body to free it or at least free his hands from eddie's hold but it was near impossible to do that.
"fine, i wanted to show you some mercy but i guess i'll have to break both of your hands now." he said nonchalantly and let go on his left hand so he can focus on the right one first, twisting it so far back it that his knuckles touched his wrist and he let out an animalistic scream. eddie muffled it by stuffing his now broken hand in his mouth then his fist met the same side of his jaw once again, a technique wayne has taught him, it's not about how many punches you throw it's about where you threw them. go for the same spot, it will maximize the pain, he said. "be fucking quiet! pigs like you don't get to scream"
he then grabbed his left hand and immediately noticed the wedding ring, "you're married huh? how about we send your wife a little present what do you think?" eddie asked rhetorically before pulling out a pocket knife from the inner pocket of his jacket.
the man's eyes widened and he begun shaking his head and trying to negotiate with eddie and save his fingers but it was pointless as he felt his ring finger bend back until it broke but before he can adjust to that pain, he felt the coldness of blade against his skin then he felt it cut through, agonizingly slow.
eddie watched as the blade severed that man's finger off, watched the blood drip then splash onto his arm and make a right mess on both of their upper bodies, staining his leather jacket in the process. once it was down to the last nerve, eddie put the knife away and pulled the finger clean off with his hand and held it in front of the man's aching face. his eyes were closed and he was on the verge of passing out but eddie threw another punch to his jaw to wake him up. he didn't deserve the relief of sleeping.
"look what you made me do.." eddie clicks his tongue, waving the finger around. "if only you didn't ask for it." the man tried one last time to wiggle but eddie grabs his dismembered hand tightly in his wrist again, "stop moving you son of a bitch, i'm not done with you yet."
eddie's bloody hand disappeared into his back pocket and came back holding a lighter, a sadistic smirk on his face and his eyes as dark as the sky above him, grim reaper.
"oh you're gonna enjoy this." he says, chuckling as he flickers his lighter on and bringing the flame onto the split nerve ends and open skin of where the man's ring finger used to sit. "remember the feeling.. this is just a taste of how you'll burn in hell."
he kept burning him until the bleeding stopped and was replaced by a burn scar instead. eddie pulled out his cigarettes and lit one up before putting the lighter back in his pocket, he sat on the man's fat belly like it's a chair and smoked carelessly, sighing with each exhale of the smoke.
once he noticed that the man was slipping in and out of consciousness, he smacked his face with his boot, waking up him but that didn't work so he leaned forward and put his cigarette out on the man's eyelid. "if you manage to live and i see you around here again, you're finger won't be the only thing i cut off yeah? i was merciful this time. next time, i won't be so gentle, got it sweet cheeks?" eddie smirked and when the man nodded with every bit of life left in him, eddie continued, "good. i'm going to leave and you never saw me" he bats the man's cheek, getting up and walking away from the scene, covered in blood with busted knuckles
~
eddie came home at around 2 in the morning, it wasn't like him to stay out this late without calling so you stayed up waiting for him, worried that something bad might have happened.
when he walked into the front door, your heart dropped to your feet. he looked like he just came out of a blood bath, he looked like if all your worst nightmares were put together in a messed up surprise box. "eddie wha.."
"none of it's mine! this isn't my blood not one single drop. i'm fine." he cut you off quickly, trying to ease your fear and it worked a little bit but your apprehension was still at an all time high, who's blood is this? how did it splatter onto him like that? was he the reason behind it? did he get involved in a fight? did somebody die? did he hold a dead person? did he kill somebody? thoughts were racing in your mind faster than horses and he could see the wheels spinning in your brain faster than you could keep up with.
"sweetheart, this isn't something you need to worry about. i promise it's not something worth you tiring your pretty mind over." he says and gives you one of those smiles that makes you melt and gave in. so radiant you almost can't see his bloody body anymore. "i'm gonna get cleaned up yeah?"
he makes his way to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar while he peels his clothes off, piece by piece followed by his rings and bracelet until he's standing in front of the mirror covered by nothing but blood on his hands and his black boxers.
he runs the tap water and begin scrubbing his hands underneath it, trying to get as much of the dried blood off as possible.
on the other side of the door, there was you, standing there unsure of what your next move should be. your mind has travelled down every road and they all lead to the same destination, him.
after running your mind some more, you told yourself to shut up outloud then thanked your lucky stars that eddie had water running so he wouldn't hear her talking to yourself and think you're crazy.
you opened the bathroom door after knocking on it three times and hearing a faint come in from the other side. your eyes immediately went to his body but you forced them up before he could catch you. "hi eddie.."
"hi..?" he says confused, drying his hand after all signs of blood were gone from them. "i was just about to take a shower, wanna join?" he jokes and pulls the curtains open to adjust the temperature of the water.
"yes."
his back remains turned to you and he chuckles, still focused on the water and thinking you're joking. "better get undressed the..." he turns around and he's met with the sight of you standing in front of him in nothing but your matching bra and panties. his eyes almost pop out of their sockets and he isn't as slick as you with his stares, he struggles to tear his eyes of your body and bring them up to your face but he eventually does. "maybe i was wrong.. maybe that was my blood i died and went to heaven because shit.." he snorts out and holds his hands in front of his crotch, hiding his growing bulge.
what was shocking to me wasn't at all to you. you've had these feelings for a while now, it wasn't strong enough to be love but it wasn't frail enough to be ignored and locked in the bottom drawer of your mind so for now, you decided that it was lust. putting a title on it just to make it less complicated for yourself, even if it was a false one but now standing in front of him like that and seeing how his eyes are darkening with need at the mere sight of you, you doubt it's false.
"you're still pretty much alive and you're wasting our hot water." you smirk at him before reaching your hands back and undoing your bra, pulling it down your arms, your eyes locked on his face the entire time to see his reaction.
he kept his gaze on your face but your bare chest was still in his peripheral view, he blinked a couple of times just making sure he wasn't sleeping and this is another one of his dirty dreams that involved repressed feelings about his best friend. "you can look eds" your voice makes him realize that he is in fact awake and his eyes dart down to your tits.
he swallows thickly as he stares with his mouth agape, you can't help but laugh at how he's looking at you like a kid at forbidden candy, "come on" walking by him, you grab his arm and pull him into the shower, goosebumps rise on his skin and it's not from the water. the water's anything but cold as it hits your bodies.
the heat from the water matches the one you feel in your cunt and the steam filling up the room only intensifies both. boldly, you put your hands on his neck and stand on your tiptoes. getting closer until your lips brush against each other, drops of water and seconds pass until eddie couldn't take it anymore.
wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you into him until you were chest to chest with one another, he smashed his lips into yours. the kiss was messy and wet both from water and spit. it was needy and hungry, a perfect image of the way you're feeling inside.
his touch isn't as delicate as you assumed it would be with you and you liked that. for the past two weeks he's been treating you like fragile china and a part of you feared he'd wouldn't have an edge when you grow the guts to make a move but he did. he held your waist so tight, you might wake up with a bruise of where his fingers have been tomorrow. you wouldn't be the only one.
pulling away from the kiss to breathe, both of you were panting. your eyes met each other and he broke the silence, "sweetheart are you su.."
"yes." you answered before he could finish his question and your hands reached down to pull his boxers off, he helped by kicking them off his feet and into the other side of the shower, his hands never leaving your body. "holy shit.." you expected him to be big, it was impossible for him not to be with how he walks and sits and acts but you weren't expecting this.
"like what you see baby?" he asks with a smile in his tone, your reaction clearly boosted his ego. "go on, touch it if you want to." he says before pushing your hair to the side and attaching his lips to your neck, kissing, licking and sucking the skin on there like his life depended on it.
you reach your hand down once again, this time wrapping your palm around his cock making him moan against your neck and melt under your touch. he was thick, you couldn't even wrap your entire hand around him. "eddie i don't think it's gonna fit.." you whimper as you stroke his dick in your hand a few times, rubbing his shaft all the way from the base to the head and back down.
"we'll make it fit baby i promise.." he finally leaves your neck after covering it in bruises, the type you'd want on your body and crave more of then he wraps his arms around your back, hoisting you up and you lock his body between your legs instinctly, "usually i'd go for more foreplay, i'd want to explore and worship your body for hours, kiss every curve and edge but i think we can postpone that for now" he says and you nod in agreement, you needed to feel him more than anything else right now. foreplay can wait.
"yeah we can do that, besides, we need to finish and shower before we run out of hot water" you say as a matter of factly and he chuckles in your ear before using his hand to pull your underwear to the side, too eager to actually take it off and he knows better than to rip a matching set.
"line my cock up for me"
"what's the magic word?"
"please baby.. please do it so i can fuck you" he whines against your lips and you do as he says, only because he asked nicely. once the tip of his cock is sitting on your slit, he takes a second to look at your face and makes sure you still want this, "you know you can always tell me to stop and i will, right away, no questions asked" he says and you desperately roll your hips, trying to get some friction for your aching core.
"i know i know i promise now just fuck me eddie!" you tell, practically order him and he obeys right away. hold onto your hips and sliding his tip inside you slowly followed by more of his length, letting you adjust to his size at first. both of you gasp at the initial stretch, it was nothing like anything either one of you has experienced before. tight, warm, intense and powerful.
"you're okay baby?"
"yeah go.. harder.." he listens to you again, hardening his thrusts at the same pace. still not putting every single inch to use and somehow he still managed to hit your cervix already, he thought he might actually split you in half if he thrust his entire cock inside you so he held back seeing this much was enough to pleasure you.
"you feel so good around me god.. squeezing me so tight.. taking everything i gave you so well.." he moans in your ear, rocking your hips against his in a circular motion as he fucks in and out of you, making you clench harder around him with your increased pleasure. "you don't know how many times i've dreamed of this.." he admits before his lips find yours and you kiss in the same rhythm you've created earlier, messy and all lustful tongues.
his confession brings you closer to your end, something about playing the starring role in your flatmate, your best friend's dirty dreams sent an unfamiliar spark into you. you wonder how many times he woke up with a hard on and had wrap his rough hand around his cock and masterbate to the thought of you while having to keep quiet so you wouldn't hear him from down the hall.
the more you think about it the closer you're getting, oh and his relentless fucking is also a factor to you reaching your imminent orgasm.
"eddie i.. i'm close.." you whisper against his lips and he loudly groans into your mouth.
"thank fuck i've been holding back since the second i got inside you" he says, keeping his pace steady before bringing one of his hands down to stroke your clit with his thumb, drawing 8's on and pressing it down then rubbing it between his index and middle finger.
he had your eyes rolling back until your vision went white and you had to shut them, grabbing tight onto his shoulder your fingernails left crescent shaped marks in their wake as your orgasm hits you like a wave hits the beach in a tsunami.
eddie kept his movements steady as you finished, slowing down while you pant, riding you off your high and back into the real world gently then when your body calmed down and you let go of the death grip you had on his shoulders, he pulled out of you bit by bit, his cock still hard and aching.
he was about to wrap his hand around it but you were quicker to do so, stroking and pumping him until he released his load straight onto your stomach. white sticky hot fluid running down your torso but you didn't mind it.
his entire body was trembling after he was done that he had to place you back on the ground. unable to keep you lifted with his shaky arms anymore. he was a panting mess when he leaned down and planted kisses all over your face, muttering out endless thank you's, still high in his post-orgasmic haze.
"come on, we still have to shower" you remind him and he nods, kissing your lips one last time just incase that when you walk out of this steamy room, he'd never get to do it again.
"wash my hair and i'll wash yours."
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mrchiipchrome · 6 months
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55 with steph catley please 🙂
prompt 55. -Just hold me now.
Y'all know the drill, if you want to request there's a prompt list linked in my masterlist:)
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“Baby, I’m home!” Your voice is heard all throughout the hallway as you kick off your shoes. The house you live in with your wife is suspiciously quiet, the only sound being the pitter patter of Calvin’s paws against the floor.
Giving Calvin an egregious amount of pets, you soon move to remove the coat from your shoulders. Your confusion only heightens when Steph doesn’t come and give you your normal ‘welcome home kiss’ as she called it.
Looking around at the white walls of your newly purchased home, you hear the slightest bit of quiet chatter coming from the living room. Your sock clad feet thump against the floor as you make your way to the large room with your tv in it.  
The look on your face when you enter the room is just hilarious, looking closer to a deer in headlights than a human.
Because there sat your wife…and all her Arsenal teammates, the teammates you’d never met formally before, the teammates that didn’t know you existed.
Looking around at their varying expressions, your eyes finally land on a familiar face, that of the skipper. The older woman had come over at the…wrong time once, leading you to having to explain exactly who you were and why you were in the same bed as her teammate.
Next to her is your wife, who has the same expression as you, only slightly more horrified. She knows that you’ll both have to answer questions like the ones Kim had posed all those years ago, only 10 times worse.
“Aye, who’s this now?” The painstakingly recogniseable accent of one Katie McCabe startles you out of your thoughts and you snap your head in her direction before turning your head back to look at Steph.
At the sight of her nod, you turn back to Katie with a nonchalant look.
“I’m Stephy’s wife” Holding up your hands, you both watch the shock wash over the other girl’s faces, well everyone except Kim’s.
After 1 second of quiet, the room suddenly explodes with voices, the girls throwing out questions haphazardly. You walk over to the love seat Steph had been sitting in, she stands up so that you can sit down before setting herself down in your lap.
 You wait for the girl to get comfortable before interrupting the chaos.
“Hey! One question at a time please, that way you’ll get your answers more clearly.” Your voice carries all through the room, and to your surprise the group of women quiet almost instantly. You get a hum and a nod from the skipper, not even her being able to calm them down that fast.
“Okay, first question!”
“How long has this been going on?” Your wife’s national teammate asks, Caitlin looking at you two expectantly.
“Well we’ve been married for 4 years now-” You start off the answer, the women looking around at each other in shock not thinking you’d been married for more than a couple months.
“-But we’ve been together since we were 15” Steph finishes off with a toothy grin, interlocking your hands at the front of her body. It only takes another second until the room explodes once again, and the loud noise makes her tuck her head in under your chin. 
Soon enough your hands come up to cover her ears, the woman sighing into your neck at the relief it brought. Not long after that, the skipper managed to reign the team in so the interrogation could continue.
“How could you not tell us? More importantly, how could we not catch you once during nearly 15 years?” Caitlin questions once again, and you look at Steph adoringly.
“You wanna take this one my love?” Pressing a kiss to her temple, you can hear the awws coming from the team.
“In the beginning it was new for both of us, and we didn’t feel the need to tell you, but then in a snap 3 years had gone by and then it was already too late to tell you. We just figured you’d find it out in your own time, but you didn’t” Steph ends it off with a shrug.
The rest of the girls look on in disbelief as your girl continues.
“As for you not catching us, that’s your own fault. I mean there were some close calls…” Just for good measure, Steph adds a wink to the end of her sentence.
“OHHH so that’s what you were doing in that storage closet, ewww” Caitlin can’t help but shudder at the thought that just ran through her head.
“Okay, more questions?” You ask to divert the attention from your wifes now rosy cheeks, knowing she’d be teased for it later.
“What do you do for a living?” The young Australian asks, Kyra not really looking you in the eye.
“Well I’m a professor in History and English, and sometimes I substitute for the math teacher.” You smile softly at the shy girl, your wife having told you of her appreciation for the young girl.
The Australian youngster perks up at the mention of you being a teacher, the girl having question upon question for you. You’re so preoccupied with the young girl that you don’t even realize the lovestruck look your Australian love sends you. But the rest of them do, choosing not to say anything in fear of destroying the moment.
A while later it’s time to say goodbye, and after promising to come to their games more often plus hugging your second favorite Australian extra tightly, they all finally leave.
Collapsing on the couch, the long day finally catches up to you like it always does. Steph helps you into a pair of pjs before helping you brush your teeth, your hands squeezing at her waist every so often to show that you were awake.
After brushing her own teeth, the woman leads you to bed where after crawling under the covers you ask;
“Hey baby, could you just hold me now?” The Australian just hums in response, curling her body around your taller one as best as she can.
She was just the perfect woman, your first and only love.
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guardian angel! KITA SHINSUKE who was tasked to watch over a particularly cruel girl. He's watched over nasty people before and made sure they were safe so he assumes you won't be a problem. This might be the first time that he's wrong.
You were good at being bad was the easiest way he could put it. You loved to stir trouble and cause havoc. You lacked remorse upon doing unlawful actions and always avoided getting the consequences of your actions. Kita was beyond a human being but damn he could use an Advil and some vodka right now.
"What is she up to this time?"
Kita rubbed the bridge of his nose. His job was to look over you and not force you to convert into becoming a religious woman. However, he can't help but think that things would've been easier if you were a bit nicer.
You were smoking with your friends and laughing while Kita watched over you with a deadpan expression. One of your friends were high as a kite when they asked you a question.
"Do y'all think guardian angels exist?"
Kita couldn't help but be curious about what your answer will be. You laughed.
"What kind of stupid question is that?"
"Dunno, I mean you've been into a lot of shit but you're still in one piece"
Your friend made a fair point and it's all thanks to Kita that you're still in one piece. You may be bad but he'll be damned if he lets you get harmed.
"Nah, I'm just born lucky"
You cackled. Kita thinks you're ridiculous. He watches you until you get home safely. As you fell asleep under the covers, he flies down to your sleeping figure. As he silently mutters a prayer, he's startled but your wide pair of eyes.
"Who the fuck are you?"
Kita just stays silent as you blink rapidly, taking in the heavenly features of Kita Shinsuke. His wings were glowing and golden, his face was beautiful and his sculpted body hidden under a white robe just made your clench your thighs.
This was bad, you weren't supposed to see him. You squint your eyes at him and pointed.
"Are you supposed to be my guardian angel?"
"Unfortunately, yes"
You hummed at his reply. You sit up and traced your finger on his jawline.
"Are you sure? You don't look like those biblically accurate angels"
"There are different kinds of angels"
"Yeah, but you look hot as a devil"
Kita gulped you pressed yourself against his body. He knows he shouldn't but something about your touch was intoxicating.
"How do I know if you're really an ange?"
"Are the wings not convincing enough?"
"You have to do better than that. C'mon, make me believe"
And made you believe he did because he just managed to make you cum more than five times with his fingers alone. Kita should be embarrassed with the way he's aroused by the sound your desperate moans, the way your eyes rolled back when he abuses your clit, the smell of your sweat mixing with your perfume, and the taste of your cum when he licks it off his fingers.
"More, I want more"
"Do ya think ya deserve it? For all I know you've been nothin' but a bad girl"
"No! M'not, I'm nice please, just want your cock"
You whimpered desperately and tugged at his robe. He wanted to do God's work by punishing you first and making you admit for your sins.
"You have to ask for forgiveness and promise to be a good girl"
"Pleeease! M'sorry! I'll be good!"
Kita slaps your pussy making you yelp and moan at the same time. You were full onsobbing and begging to get dicked down so bad by your guardian angel.
"How am I going to know you ain't lyin'?"
"I'll stop being a bad girl and-hiccup-pray every day and got church! Just please gimme your cock!"
Honestly, Kita couldn't care less if you went to church and become a devoted christian. Knowing he has power over you was enough to think he can keep you in line. When his enormous cock slaps your tummy, you looked at him, eyes wide and watery.
"Think ya can take me, angel?"
*runs away giggling*
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genderkoolaid · 9 months
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(different person than last anon) can you give us like actual scientific papers that "nonhumans" are real and not just ppl that need a lot of psychological help? bc like while gender + sex can be very diverse and change w the individual, species is extremely specific and thats why shit like making crossbreeds is so insanely hard and they usually end up infertile bc the genes arent meant to be combined. n also the only example i can think of of any other species having "i am not the species i was born as" thoughts is that one female monkey that was raised so close w people she thought she was a person and she would refuse to breed w any of her primate species bc of it. you would call that mental illness in that monkey because she cannot be a person in a monkey body, just like someone can't be a dog or angel or horse in a human body, so why do you not consider being "nonhuman" also a mental illness?
can you please explain about alterhumanity? I don’t mean to be negative, I don’t understand… “there are only two sexes” is wrong because biology knowledge we have today actually doesn’t support that. did modern taxonomy find out something similar about humans? that’s very interesting, I don’t know a lot about it! but if you do I’d love to read that research!
So I think "there are only two sexes" isn't the best example; the comparison is more like "people can't change their gender because gender is whats in your pants"
Yes, we can look at chromosomes and hormones and sexual organs, and that stuff is related to gender. But to say "gender/sex is a construct" does not mean "chromosomes/hormones/sex organs don't exist." Its pointing out that our relationship to those things is culturally dependent (I wouldn't say "unnatural" because humans making social constructs is natural).
Similarly, we do divide up species based on reproduction and common ancestors. But "humanity" is also a construct. What it means to be human & who is defined as human can and does change depending on our culture. Not only can some people be excluded from humanity (for example, people of color and neurodivergents), but some people believe they are spiritually nonhuman (whatever that means for them). Some people who have been rejected from humanity identify as alterhuman as a way of saying "you don't want me, then I don't want you" (voidpunk is related to this although not inherently alterhuman). Some people are delusional and identify with alterhumanity as a way of coping with their delusions (and also, yes, you can be self-aware about your delusions). Some people believe in reincarnation or alternate universes or have some other spiritual belief related to being nonhuman. Some people just feel like dogs and enjoy being a dog and it doesn't matter why because they just like it.
Honestly, the monkey does sound like a monkey-version of alterhuman, because (if I can get a little anthropomorphize-y on y'all), it sounds like she did not feel apart of "monkey culture." Obviously we can't know if monkeys have a concept of monkey-hood like we do with humanity, but if they did it would not be hard to imagine how a monkey raised with humans would feel more human than monkey. But regardless... we don't need other species to have alter-species-hood for the same reason we don't need snails to crossdress for trans people to exist. Other animals probably don't have the same complex. abstract social constructs we do.
Why can't someone be a horse in a human body? For the same reason someone can't be a man in a woman's body- because "science says"? Both trans-denial and alterhuman-denial emphasizes biology over sociological investigation, which leads people to just keep shouting "but science!!!!!!!!!!" at people who are more invested in questions of culture and constructs and what it means to be [man/woman/human] in society.
(Also, I'm kind of uncomfortable with how the first ask talks about mental illness. Specifically "person believes harmless weird thing, so they must need Psychological Help for their Wrong Thoughts")
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ohforficsakelibrary · 4 months
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Pairing: Frankie Morales x Gender Neutral Reader. No physical descriptions of reader beyond having hair. Reader has a cat. Established but new-ish, implied long-distance-ish relationship.
Summary: Life has been running you ragged lately, but someone is waiting for you when you get home. For a moment, you don't have to be strong.
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of difficult family life, attending therapy, absent parents, wounded inner child, loneliness as a general theme. If I've missed anything, please do tell me.
Word Count: ~1.6K
Rating: General? Two curse words and some kissin'. The remainder of my work is 18+ / minors DNI.
A/N: I do not know about y'all but I have been going through it lately. And Frankie Morales is my comfort character. This is not along the lines of my usual writing, and for that reason, I haven't tagged anyone. But I'm sharing it on the off chance that you, like me, just need a hug. I know this time of year isn't the easiest for a lot of us, and I hope maybe this gives you a little comfort. Comfort!Frankie, if you will. Please heed the warnings and read with care.
You are worthy of love.
You don’t have time to cry.
Not right now, on this highway, snowflakes flying towards you like crystalline stars at a speed twenty miles per hour slower than the speed you’d be moving at if they weren’t.
You can’t see the lines on the road even without tears in your eyes.
One thing at a time.
Like everything lately.
Just follow the tracks of the car in front of you until it gets you home.
Home to your house that’s empty save for a grumpy tabby cat.
Most days you swear your existence hinges on his.
He’s been your thing to look forward to for the last fifteen years.
Well, and Frankie is visiting this week. 
Provided that this storm doesn’t shut the airport down.
Fuck.
It’s not that you hadn’t been doing well without him. 
It’s that you hadn’t been doing well.
Too long without a mental break. Exhaustion that seeps with the cold into your bones.
Too many things on a to-do list that you can’t bring yourself to do on the weekends because it’s too long and your own time is so short.
Maybe it’s some malefic arrangement of stars and planets, perhaps.
You haven’t even started buying holiday gifts. 
And it sends you face-first into the dread of making a trip back home.
The place that was supposed to be your home.
And dread is the correct word, even if your therapist says you're making real progress. 
See, the thing is, your therapist doesn’t have to sit in the contents of the box of shit you dug out from the corner of your brain and emptied all over the floor of your mind.
She only helps you sort through it every other Tuesday.
It was in the box for a reason.
It was easier to carry that way.
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When finally you pull into your driveway and step out into fresh snow, it’s the smell that hits you first.
Woodsmoke.
Someone has started up the wood stove so that you don’t go cold, but you hadn’t been expecting company. You figure it’s your best friend who has a key and a standing invitation, and you’re not necessarily opposed to them being here. 
Sharing a bottle of wine would probably do you some good.
You stomp snow from your shoes and step inside to offer your layers to the hooks on the wall of the mudroom before you catch sight of the boots in the tray as you toe yours off.
“Frankie?!”
“One sec, babe!”
Frankie.
You wrench open the door that leads through to the kitchen and catch sight of him in front of the sink where he’s draining steaming water from a pot of pasta.
He looks up at you across the kitchen and winks.
“Frankie,” you breathe and he quickly pops the pot back onto a dead burner, slinging oven mitts off a fraction of a second before you collide with his chest.
“Baby,” he whispers, locking you in with an arm around the small of your back and the other at the nape of your neck. 
He smells of woodsmoke and cedar and Frankie.
Smells like home.
“You weren’t supposed to be here for another two days,” you pull back and look up into brown eyes framed by mirth-filled creases.
“I was keeping an eye on the weather,” he urges you against him again to nuzzle into your hair, “didn’t want to wait. There’s another front coming behind this one. Took an Uber from the airport. Got in about an hour ago.”
Pilots and their forecasts.
“I’m glad you didn’t wait.”
“So am I,” he tilts your chin up and presses his lips to yours. Soft and sweet. Perfect.
“I made pasta, thought you’d be hungry when you got in.” He grins against your mouth before turning back to the stove to stir tomato sauce. “There wasn’t much in the fridge, but there’s plenty for tonight.” Frankie turns off the burner.
And it’s so new, having a man in your kitchen. 
Making you dinner.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, I haven’t had the chance to go to the store,” you rake a hand through your hair as he winds a corkscrew into a bottle of wine.
So new, having arms to fall into.
“Don't apologize, babe. We’ll go tomorrow,” he sneaks another kiss as he fills your glass, one hand absently rubbing your back as he does. “Oh, I also fed the cat,” he points to stacked tins of cat food near the fridge, “from that, hope that was okay,” he fills his own glass. “He was hungry and he was insisting on spaghetti but I figured that’s not…”
“Thank you.”
It’s not more than a trembling whisper.
Because you’re fighting back tears.
This man warmed your house and poured you wine and fed your cat and made you a meal.
Because he cares.
Someone cares.
For you.
“Oh, hey no no no, cariño, what’s wrong?” He replaces his glass on the counter and cups your face in one massive palm.
Soothing with a gentle thumb over your cheekbone.
“This is so nice,” you breathe and the tears finally blur his face. “I just—no one has ever done this for me before.” 
It leaves your mouth slowly, like you're not even sure if you can say it.
If you're allowed.
Your view is quickly replaced by the grey and red of his sweater.
“There’s nothing I’d rather do, baby.”
And it makes your chest heave with the sobs you can’t hold in any longer as you wrap your arms around his waist, sinking into the way he presses you tighter against his heart.
The wool of his jumper eager to collect all of the tears you haven’t had time to cry. 
Because time stands still here, wrapped tight in his embrace.
And Francisco isn’t afraid of your mess.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re okay.”
He doesn’t ask.
Instead, he tiptoes around the debris of that box to where you weep in the center of the chaos.
To where the child sits with hot tears streaming down their face.
And he looks straight into the heart of you with eyes as soft as the toy you clutch to your chest for comfort.
And offers himself instead.
He offers the breadth of his chest and the strong panes of his back. The vice grip of his arms and the gentle soothing of a palm.
He offers his whole self.
In the stead of the affection you were never given and so learned too well to do without.
In the stead of the wire-framed mother.
In the stead of the shell that should have been a father.
In the stead of all of the unkind words you clung to in the belief that they must be true.
For why else would they not love a child in the way that a child needs love?
For why else were you left lonely for so long?
And the back of your throat goes sore with the burn of his kindness.
Kindness that you still don’t believe you deserve.
“Put it down, baby. Let it go.”
Where Life asked you to soothe yourself.
“I’m here.”
Life offers him to you now. 
For Life, it seems, has taken pity on you.
Or perhaps It grew weary of how your grief made It ache.
“I’m here now.”
And so It proffered this apology.
One that you accept in the form of skin and muscle. Bones and blood.
A soft-hearted one with big kind eyes.
And Frankie holds you until the sobbing eases.
And thumbs the tears from your lashes.
Plush lips soften into a crooked smile.
"Are you hungry, cariño?" Whispered softly.
"Yeah," you murmur because you suppose you are.
"Can we sit by the wood stove?" He turns you towards the living room and lays a kiss at the crown of your head.
"Yeah, yeah of course."
"Good, because it's fucking freezing." And that finally pulls a laugh from your throat. "Go on," he smacks you lightly on the bum, "I'll bring you a plate."
You grab both glasses of wine and toss a few throw pillows on the floor before Frankie settles next to you with two shallow bowls heaped with pasta.
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When you've finished dinner, plates stacked on the coffee table, cat napping on a throw pillow near the pair of you, Frankie sits back against the sofa and pulls you to sit at his side.
"I'm sorry that I..."
"No," Frankie cuts you off and wraps an arm around your shoulders. "Don't ever apologize to me for feeling, baby."
And you stare down into the dregs of your wine.
"Promise," he prompts with a nudge of his arm.
You look up at him through tired, but grateful eyes. "I promise, Frankie."
"Good," and he kisses you slowly, all warm lips and soft moans.
He regales you with stories from his latest trip until you settle in against him, head tucked under his chin. Lulled by the rise and fall of his breath.
You let him hold you here, with one arm wrapped around your shoulders.
Safe by the gentle heat of a dying fire.
You'll be yourself again tomorrow.
But tonight you allow yourself this.
Frankie kisses into your hairline as you drift between this word and sleep. Your weight against him is soothing as he finishes the last of the wine, eyes trained on the windows beyond, tracking the path of snowflakes on their way to meet the earth again.
"Te comprendo, cariño," he murmurs, resting his cheek against your crown.
"Y creo que te amo."
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planetlunaa · 8 months
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𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂
character: Kirishima x Rock Angelz Yasmin - coded Black!Fem reader
synopsis: Kirishima loves his Little Rock Angel
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he's in awe of you. like you constantly blow him away and he just can't believe you exist most of the time
you were introduced to him when Bunny Boo insisted that the rest of the Bratz hang out with her boyfriend's friend group. he was initially a little shy around you which made you all the more attracted to him.
"hey yo Bunny Boo, who's that," you say cocking your head towards the pretty boy with crimson hair across the room from you
"oh girl that's kirishima he's totally harmless," she speaks chuckling at your apprehension to the handsome stranger
he's like full package husband material - kind, compassionate, caring, a little awkward, and fine as hell. who could ask for more. so you take to flirting with him almost immediately in your own witty little way. of course he's oblivious of it, he's too busy trying not to fumble around you
"kiri I've heard you're a big fan of the band, do you have a favorite song," you say to the boy you've decided on antagonizing with your charm
"hmm probably Nobody's Girl," he replies a noticeable smirk in his tone
"interesting," you teased admittedly a bit taken back by his straightforwardness
what's crazier is that he's been a fan of the band since y'all's real obscure days before the Rock Angelz were the Rock Angelz. so imagine his surprise when his best friend starts dating of one the singers and as fate would have it so would he
he's always with you whenever its around showtime. helping you fix your hair, finding outfits for you and your crew, cheering you on, and calming your anxiety (if you happen to have any at the moment). heavy on the cheering you on though. since he's been a fan of the band for so long he knows every song even the old unreleased ones.
he's always on the sidelines just watching you like you're some kind of divine being that stumbled into his life. he's actually really attached to your music which only enhances his relationship with you. helps out with the songwriting and adds elements to the mixing whenever you're stuck. you're a logical thinker so you put him to work on making remixes of your top hits - Island mix, Afro mix, etc. he has all this creativity might as well put it somewhere right
"you look amazing baby," he mutters in between soft good luck kisses on your temple trailing his hands over the ends of your current costume
you break away from him to spin around a bit before jumping into his arms, "thank you love, m' gonna rock this thanks to you"
your own little tradition trapped in your own little world ignorant to the anticipant screams of your adoring fans
because he's your cheerleader and you're his pretty princess
"nah that was all you you're the superstar," he chuckles before setting you down to rush out to your fans
also he's quite literally built like a brick wall so its safe to say that no one gets to you unless you say so. he tries so hard. not to be mean about it but he does have to shove people out of your way whenever they overstep your boundaries. he's such a sweetheart all you hear is, "i'm sorry but please move before I have to tackle you." between him and bakugo, they might as well put the band's security out of a job
he helps you out like a little assistant lol. oh you're planning an outfit concept bet he's over there like I think an afro with baby breath in it will go great with the soft rock concept. like boy where did you learn it from. or I saw this makeup look on Rico Nasty and I thought you could recreate it
speaking of looks, he loves to tag along when you shop with the girls. kirishima is a simple man when he goes shopping it’s a in and out trip. he never knew that shopping could be classified as a sport until he met you, Bunny Boo, Angel, Roxxi, and Kool Kat. he mostly tags along so he can buy you anything you even glance and put anything he thinks you might like on a future list of things to buy you. he’s a spoiler it’s in his dna I fear. but it really is like an olympic sport with y’all, running around finding any and everything to add to an outfit. sometimes he’ll wonder how you’ll work a piece into your semi bohemian alternative style but he’s learned to trust the process.
his kindness to you is always paid for in your own form of appreciation for him. you care for this boy so damn bad it makes you wanna scream at the top of your fucking lungs. on a more civilized note, you’ve written and dedicated many songs to him on multiple occasions. you bandage him from his little hero missions and support him anyway you can. mostly in really intense kisses but hey that’s a win win situation. plus you’re always keeping an eye on him and making sure he’s not exhausting himself which is kinda built into his superhero complex. he’s not hard to love, well not to you but then again maybe it is a job for just you.
sometimes though the grandness of it all does get to you. after all it is a lot. a lot of people, pressure, expectations, and you're only human. kirishima does not hesitate to give you his all in times like this. he really doesn't like leaving you alone in times like this because thats when your anxiety consumes you the most. he just opts for sitting you in his lap and saying affirmations to you. it grounds you, lets you know that he does care, and that you are in fact capable of doing you. screw everyone else
between sets he keeps the mood light by convincing you to do silly tiktoks with him and making sure you're fed. everyone loves him its really a red flag if you don't because what's wrong with you. the other Bratz love him to death he's so caring it sickening. checks on them, gets them snacks, and tells them their doing a great job. he's like a middle aged dad it so cute lol.
your fans love him even the male ones which is especially shocking. there's mad compilations of him just rocking out on the sidelines and being completely oblivious to the fact that most fans can see him. even more so there are compilations of y'all being extremely cute on and off stage - him brushing a hair out of your face, getting you water, goofily singing off beat on purpose. he hangs with the fans from time to time too. just pops in says hi and asks them how they're enjoying the show. during break one time you had to pry him away from another fan who happened to be a Crimson Riot stan. they just wouldn't shut up but he's definitely the type to make friends everywhere
though there was this one particularly stubborn heckler who had to be removed because he was trying to convince you that he would be a “better” boyfriend. it didn’t end particularly well
"YOU SHOULD DUMP THAT LAME FUCK YOU'RE WITH PRINCESS," heckles a random stranger in the crowd.
you signal someone to stop the music and usher in security to remove him but you can't help asking "what was that?"
you know it's wrong to antagonize a heckler but what's the harm right?
"BE WITH ME," he shouts trying to escape security by moving around the crowd
your solution to this is to drag your very pretty boyfriend on stage and wrap your arms around him
"why would I do that," you laugh your head resting against kirishima's bicep, "i mean giving up my boo for a sewer rat reincarnated is kinda crazy to think about"
the whole crowd bursts out into loud boisterous laughter combined with persistent boos as security captures the crazed fam
eventually you plant a kiss on kiri's cheek leaving behind a mark of golden glitter lip gloss and get to rocking again
• kirishima wanted really badly to be the one to handle the situation but he knows you like the back of his hand so he trusted the process
• after all he’s your man and your gonna stick beside him, rockstar or not
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