prompt- jenny finding out about dair and her reaction + her being happy for them
Dair + Jenny
After she hangs up the phone, Jenny stares into space for what must be twenty straight minutes.Â
Her fingers twitch, needing something to do, something to keep them busy. Itâs been her prime coping mechanism since, well, probably since she developed the fine motor skills necessary. If she was too hyper or bouncing off the walls, her mother put a crayon in her hand, or a pencil, or a paintbrush, and then later, fabric, thread, needles. The act of making something gave her a way to focus, to take all that ambition that had been born in her blood and do something with it.Â
She grabs her sketchpad, starts on a figure and the shape of a dress without really looking at it. When she does, she realizes she doesnât want to design anything at all, and tears the page out, a new blank one gaping up at her.Â
Jenny sighs, slumping back against the wall of her dormitory, drumming her fingertips on the paper.Â
Sheâs notâŚmad, not really. The way Dan talked, all cautious and careful and slow, like she was a feral cat he was trying to persuade to come out of the alley, he probably expected her to be angry, but she wasnât. Or if she was, it feels different than the kind of anger that ate her alive back in New York.Â
Not wanting to design but needing to draw something, she falls back on an old standby learned from her mother. She picks up a pen, and starts scrawling across the page, filling all the empty space, just random letters, well, maybe not so random, D-A-N, B-L-A-I-R, W-A-L-D-O-R-F, E-V-I-L S-P-A-W-N. When a sufficient amount of the page is covered, she starts connecting the lines, weaving the letters together until theyâre unintelligible, a collected framework of lines, an abstract approximation of the iron outline of stained glass windows of the Anglican church down the street.Â
Once satisfied with the skeletal structure, Jenny grabs her box of colored pencils. Sheâs meticulous, one color at a time, taking care not to use two similar hues next to each other.Â
Her mom always made her own coloring sheets like this. In the evenings, after dinner but before bedtime, when Dan would disappear behind a book and Dad behind his guitar, her mom would sit in the armchair by the record player and justâŚcolor, just like this, filling an entire page with a riot of different hues and shades that did look like stained glass, so bright it reminded Jenny of the blown glass vases her parents displayed in the kitchen that she wasnât allowed to touch.
Sometime, around the time Jenny was starting to think of herself as an artist too, she insisted that Mom show her how she made them, and she did. Jenny remembers being almost disappointed that there was no great secret to it. Scribble, connect the ends, color in the blank spaces.Â
âItâs no genius work,â Alison told her, âbut itâs meditative. Relaxes the mind.âÂ
Jenny could definitely do with that, she thinks as she picks up another pencil. Bright red, like cherry lip gloss.Â
She didnât yell. She didnât give her blessingâbecause why should sheâbut she didnât yell, didnât make any accusations. She bit her tongue, and powered through the conversation best she could, sprinting to the end of the phone call. And now here she is.Â
She knows what she wants to say, but she also knows that she canât say it to Dan.Â
You canât badmouth the boyfriend. Another nugget of wisdom from her mom, delivered unto her last year, when one of her friends from show choir in Hudson started dating a grade-A douchebag, and thatâs judging from Jennyâs rubric, which has a steep curve.Â
Jenny couldnât stand being around him, and more than that, didnât want her friend giving her own time to someone who didnât deserve it, all of which she told her mother. She and Alison undertook a thorough Full Disclosure policy when she moved to Hudson. It worked pretty well, even when Jenny didnât like the advice she heard.Â
âHoney, thereâs nothing you can say that will sway her,â Alison told her. âAll you can do is just love her, so when the bottom drops out sheâll know that you are there for her.â
Jenny kept her mouth shut, and, a week before senior prom, the douchebag showed his true, douchey colors, and Jenny was there for her friend.Â
But what sucked is that Jenny would have been there regardless, so why should someone she cares about have to go through the wreckage of heartbreak to fall back on something they already had?Â
Dan has a more resilient heart than she does. Itâs just fact, they went to that school and went through their own dark forests of fucked-up shit, and while she broke down, Danâs still there. Dan still believes, in true love, in finding the one, no matter how many times he gets hurt for the sake of the one. Heâs so much like their mom, but on this, heâs his fatherâs son through and through.
Maybe thatâs the problem. Sometimes Jenny imagines stretching her arm out over the Atlantic Ocean, plucking up her brothers by the shirt collar and carrying them over to London, to safer ground.Â
But when everything got bad, she felt like she couldnât turn to anyone, but even then Dan had been ready to punch out any one that wronged her, so long as he gave her the chance to talk and she gave him the chance to listen. So, she doesnât want to cut him off. Even though she doesnât know how not to, given what heâs just told her.Â
So, she colors, she puts it onto the paper like her mother taught her, puts the words she couldnât say into the phone into each swatch of color.Â
Sheâs going to wreck you. She is going to wreck you and leave you in pieces and there isnât a damn thing I can do to stop it.Â
Half the page colored, she puts on her headphones, blasts music from her laptop. She cycles through most of Paramoreâs discography by the time the page is filled.
Jenny lets out a deep breath as she examines her handiwork. Stained glass on paper. And, despite herself, it worked, like mac and cheese, like chocolate chip waffles, like any comfort from her childhood.Â
On impulse, she grabs her phone, snaps a picture of her DIY coloring sheet, and sends it to Dan. She doesnât know what to say to him, but words had always been more his thing anyway.Â
Two minutes later, Dan sends a photo back, one of his own attempt, still in progress, on one of his legal pads he uses for outlining.Â
Love you, she sends.Â
Love you too, he texts back.Â
Jennyâs still worried, but she thinks, or maybe hopes, that everything will turn out okay.Â
3 years laterâŚ
Jenny and Nate stumble through the door of their Airbnb. Well, Jenny stumbles, sheâs been in these heels too long. Wherever they go, no matter how fucked up they are, Nate always carries himself with an infuriating amount of athletic grace. Itâs that damn pub football league.Â
âOh, couch,â Jenny sighs, collapsing onto the piece of furniture in question. Itâs very comfy. They truly scored with this one, booked on a whim by Jenny while they were still on the train this morning.Â
Dan and Blair had their own suite at the Plaza AthĂŠnĂŠe; when Blair heard they were staying in the 5th, sheâd rolled her eyes, but even she was too happy to spend any time berating Jenny and Nateâs choice of lodging on the âwrongâ side of the Seine.Â
âSo,â Nate says lightly, toeing off his shoes and leaving them beside her discarded boots, âhow are you feeling?â He bends to pick up the coat sheâd dropped on the floor next, hanging it up along with his. He takes such good care of her.Â
âExhausted,â she answers, hanging her head over the back of the sofa, as Nate drops down next to her. âCan you believe we were in a different country this morning? And we took a train underwater?â
He laughs lightly, stretching out and putting his head in her lap. âThatâs not what I meant. I meant: how are you doing? About today?â
She frowns down at him puzzledly, arching an eyebrow. âDonât you have a conflict of interest asking that question?â
âMy interest is you, babe,â he reaches up, tapping the back of his hand on her sternum. âYou sure youâre okay?â
âI seem to recall already having this conversation with Eric after Dan proposed.â
âYeah, well, Iâm checking in again.â
Jenny sighs, tilting her head back to think. âIâm good. Really.â She clasps Nateâs outstretched hand in one of hers, and runs the other through his hair, soft between her fingers. âIâve had enough time to get used to the idea. And while I donât think Iâm completely used to itâŚâ she shrugs. âThe more I see them together, the more it makes sense.â
Nate makes a small hum, his little nonverbal way of saying Iâm listening, and Go on.Â
âI donât know,â she takes a breath, gathering her thoughts, trying to shape them into words, âDanâs always been justâŚhimself, but like, in soft lines, shaded in. ButâŚnow heâs moreâŚsharper. Like the outline of him has finally been inked in, you know?â
Nate blinks up at her, crease forming between his eyebrows. âI think so?â
Jenny laughs, and he strokes his thumb over her knuckles. âI just mean, this is the most himself Iâve ever seen him be. And if you repeat this Iâll deny it, but I think a lot of it has to do with Blair. SoâŚâ she sighs, melodramatic, âfor him, Iâll suffer through being legally related to her.â
Nate snorts, face breaking into that sunrise grin Jenny loves so much. He brings their joined hands down, settling them on his chest. Sheâs never historically been much of a hand holder, but Nate loves it, and she loves him. And, she loves that itâs her heâs reaching for.Â
âIâm happy for him,â she declares. âAnd Iâm happy he asked me to come. And Iâm really happy that we wonât be anywhere near when he tells Dad.âÂ
Nate makes a noise of agreement. âOr Eleanor.âÂ
âOh my god, yeah.â
They both laugh, out of not only amusement at the mental image of Rufus and Eleanorâs respective reactions, but also relief, that Jenny and Nate wonât be in the blast zone when the bomb drops. There are definite advantages to the ex-patriot life.Â
âIs that something you want?â Nate asks softly.Â
âFacing the wrath of an Eleanor scorned? Fuck no.âÂ
âNo,â he says softly. âWhat Blair and Dan did.â
âElope in Paris?â
âWell, yeah, I guess,â he qualifies with a tilt of his head. âBut I was thinkingâŚjust â marriage in general.â
âOh,â Jenny says bluntly.Â
Nate nods, his normally open expression cautious.Â
Jenny sits back, thinking it over. When Nate asks a serious question, she knows it comes after a long time of thought, always seeking an honest answer, so she tries to give him the same level of consideration.Â
Sheâs not a believer in forever like her brother is. Sheâs so like their dad in so many ways, but in this one, she is her motherâs child.Â
âI donât think Iâm ready for that. Maybe later. Way, way later, but not now.â
Nate nods, understanding. âI donât think I am either.â
She lets out a breath. Â
âSoâŚâ he trails off, âglad weâre on the same page?âÂ
She laughs. âYeah. Yeah we are.â
She may not believe in forever, but if she had to draw it, it would look a lot like Nate.Â
âAnd, who knows, maybe we can revisit this conversation at a later time, likeâŚwhen weâre forty.âÂ
Nate grins, and presses a kiss to the back of her hand. âSounds good to me.â
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so this past year and a couple months have been so hard ever since my dad died and I wanted to give a few special people a shout out for being there for me and making me smile or just helped make me feel better ily so much!!
@miriammaisel, @madscline, @candicepatton, @fayesdiana, @irisimpkins, @userguts, @moltobeneallonsy, @useragarfieldgarfield, @tudorgirl, @forbescaroline, @laylakeating, @yenvengerberg, @saw-x, @barchiefangirl, @gretaonieogou, @timlucys, @americorys, @crowley-anthony, @fiitzsiimmons, @crushcrushcrushs, @bakerolivia, @kitsebastianconnor, @naomismcpherson, @heroeddiemunson, @nessa007, @bellamysgriffin, @salvatoreselena, @annacoleman, @hydesjackiespuddinpop, @maya-matlin, @smudgedbypen, @pleasantfanartist, @simon-eriksson, @landonmikaelson, @hopekirby, @auroraphillip, @handonsdream, @terrilynn88, @emmanelson, @maliagf
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tag game: shuffle your âon repeatâ playlist from spotify and post the first 10 tracks
tagged by: the loves of my life @agentmmayy @myletternevercame @lizzybennets â¤ď¸
I donât actually have an âon repeatâ playlist, so hereâs 10 songs Iâve had on repeat lately
Long Day - Matchbox Twenty
Accidental Babies - Damien Rice
Borderline - Tove Lo
My Kink is Karma - Chappell Roan
Nostalgic for the Moment - Kathryn Gallagher
Monster - Hotel Fiction
Backwards Directions - Abby Sage
Bleachers - bluffs.
Way I Go - Gordi
Renaissance Man - Sidney Bird
tagging: @carry-the-sky @onebatch2batch @ballerinikelsea @majicmarker
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it feels impossible for me to create a nugu
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ramble about any oc u wanna talk about đď¸đď¸
i would like to Know stuff about ur ocs
Where do I even start đď¸đđď¸ Maybe I'll start reblogging some of those OC asks lists
But I'll do a little bit of rambling for Akos and Gale below a read more o3o
Akos and Gale are both my oldest consistently-in-existence OCs. Like, there are older ones, but they've been forgotten or cast aside (poor things v_v). Akos was a side character, like just a cameo side character, in my second nanowrimo in 2006, but he grew on me. Gale just... kind of spontaneously existed starting some time in 2007 without being attached to any story.
Akos has changed a lot, so that there's only some superficial resemblance to the original side character. I've tossed him into 9 demos; he's very adaptable to almost anything. Unfortunately that makes him a bit difficult to talk about because of so many simultaneous versions :|
Gale had a lot of changes right off the bat, but after those changes and for the most part they're actually pretty similar to their original form. They started off as an incubus, but that didn't sit right so I tried succubus for a while, and that sat even less right, so switched back, and eventually decided not-a-sex-demon and made up my own, so they wound up being a luck demon.
I've done more worldbuilding than I've needed to, but basically they can manipulate the balance of luck around them to an extent. They have a guilt complex about it though, so they generally give everyone around them good luck and as a result have some pretty shitty luck of their own. They're pretty superstitious on top of it, which is silly , but their reasoning is like, if their luck is going to be bad, no reason to make it worse by ignoring signs v_v
Their appearance hasn't changed much at all, but I'm debating making some revisions on the demon-y bits because I hate figuring out how to draw horns at different angles. As everyone hates, right.
They're in about 4 or 5 IF, and they tend to have similar too-nice-for-their-own-good and reckless habits. They're my Sidestep (as you know) and they are very, very blue except for like, 90-something daring. It's less daring and more stupid though.
But yeah, maybe I'll reblog some of those OC question prompt things on occasion for more targeted rambling o3o;;;
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Genuinely I read so many medical journals on a daily basis itâs quite funny
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๨ৠDELICATE
âsometimes i wonder, when you sleep are you ever dreaming of me? sometimes when I look into your eyes, i pretend you're mine all the damn timeâ - taylor swift (smau)
contains: charlie bushnell x fem!reader who is best friends with taylor swift and stars in the music video of getaway car (taylorâs version)
description: how are we feeling about the tortured poets department??!?!!!??? have i already ordered the vinyl and cd? yes. btw, the link to join my taglist is in my pinned post
requested by: it wont let me tag who requested arggh!
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yn.ln my reputations never been worse so, u must like me for me đ
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user1 i know gal did not just say a reputation reference in the prime of reputation tv speculations as a friend of taylor swift
iamcharliebushnell a delicate reference i see
âł yn.ln iâve taught u well
user2 GUYS I CANT THE FIRST PIC WHERE DO I FIND A MAN LIKE THIS
âł yn.ln idk i found him in the streets, guess it was a lucky pick đ¤ˇââď¸
user3 taylor swift liked!!!!! I think we r getting rep tv
âł user4 no i dont think so bc i reckon it would be super secretive like they wouldnt just have her friend say it for her you know what i mean
âł user3 let a girl dream đ
dior.n.goodjohn u guys are so cute it makes me sick to my stomach and want to vomit
âł leahsavajeffries i second that
âł iamcharliebushnell so is this a compliment..? orr
user5 i LOVE how wherever one percy jackson cast member goes EVERYONE else follows
âł dior.n.goodjohn u assume im here for charlie? yn is my bae đ
âł yn.ln love ya đ
âł iamcharliebushnell đ§
user6 THE SHOES OMG?!
user7 can we talk ab charlie in the last pic omg
âł yn.ln ikr đ¤
taylorswift its been a long time comingâŚ
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user1 WHAT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
selenagomez so proud of u girl đ
user2 SET OFF THE ALARMS OMGOMGOMG
yn.ln TAYLOR ILY
haimtheband OH YES
user3 WHY IS YN TAGGED IN THIS OH MY GOD WHATS HAPPENING
user4 READY FOR IT TV IS REAL
blakelively đ¤đ¤đ¤
user5 THE PHOTOS OMG THIS IS INSANE
sabrinacarpenter YOU GO TAYLOR
âł user2 i love the swiftverse
user6 do u guys reckon yn will be in a delicate mv??
âł user7 babe theres already a delicate mvďżź
teddysphotos cant wait!!
user8 the hole for kanye west has just dug so much deeper
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user1 nothing good starts in a getaway car!!
user2 this is everything i imagined and more
user3 YN IN IT?!!
âł user4 OMG AND THE BRIDGE SCENE
user5 this is too iconic i fear
user6 yn winning at life
âł user3 PLS i want whatever manifestation method shes got
user7 SNAKES
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yn.ln im sure youâve seen getaway car by now, and if you havenât what are you doing?
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user1 taylor swift and yn ln in a reputation music video together is my roman empire
iamcharliebushnell did u, did u just happen to forget to tell me u were in this mv? đđ
âł yn.ln it was a secreeeettt!
âł iamcharliebushnell even from me? đĽ
âł user2 đ
âł yn.ln charlie u r the biggest talker ever if i told i this would be out in a second
âł aryansimhadri she has a great point
âł iamcharliebushnell what?!
âł yn.ln see! Totally justified!
âł iamcharliebushnell ur not getting away with this one yn đĄ
yn.ln guys if i dont post this week charlies killed me, call the police
âł leahsavajeffries LMAO
taylorswift love you!
âł yn.ln ugh impossible i love you more
user3 gal took the memo and embodied it
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Going Public (OB)
pairing: y/n sainz x ollie bearman, y/n sainz x platonic f1 grid
fc: ariana greenblatt (reader is 18)
summary: y/n is the beloved sister of carlos sainz, whoâs instagram had been private for years. finally, she makes her account public and shares her life with people other than family, friends, and the grid. soon, her and ollie go public with their relationship.
note: this is my first ollie bearman fic! lmk ur thoughts!! also thank you so much for 600 followers!!
masterlist here -> masterlist link
^ check my list for all posts! ^
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y/nsainz: opened my instagram for shits and giggles. enjoy, suckers
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carlossainz55: i thought you said you werenât opening it?
âł y/nsainz: that was before i realized how many ppl wanted to see my pics LOL
f1updates: y/n sainz content?? this was a need, ty for opening bestie
olliebearman: that haunted house was not fun.
âł arthur_leclerc: you seemed like you were having fun
âł y/nsainz: before or after he almost shit his pants?
âł carla.brocker: i had fun!!
chili55edits: she is so gorgeous?! these family genes are amazing, i tell ya
lilymhe: oooo shes going public yâall đ
âł y/nsainz: yuhhhđĽą
sainzupdatepage: gonna start posting her now, yuppp
ferrarifriends: sheâs so pretty holy shit
user8: style goes so hard
lailahasanovic: miss you!! đ
âł y/nsainz: miss you too!đ
maxfewtrell: iâd love some pic credit for that last one
âł y/nsainz: looks like you j did. yourself.
âł maxfewtrell: the sas is out of this world
âł landonorris: đââď¸đ
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y/nsainz: black tie events, icecream with ollie and then lily, sassy man apocalypse, and a pic kika took at a grid dinnerđ
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francisca.cgomes: y/n is literally an upcoming influencer and iâm here for it
âł y/nsainz: iâm not already? :/
âł francisca.cgomes: GIRLđ
user4: the second pic?? stunningggg
olliebearman: who took the third pic?!?!
âł y/nsainz: you fr need pic creds?
maxfewtrell: oh, i see. she gets the sas from carlos and hanging out with lando and charles
âł carlossainz55: you arenât a saint either max
âł mawfewtrell: wtvđ
y/nsfp55: YOU ATEEEEE (and ate the icecream!)
charleskachowfp: love these pics sm. i need them engraved in my brain
georgerusell63: first and second pic are giving dark side from star wars
âł landonorris: itâs almost like that was the goal!
âł alex_albon: đŤ˘
user6: favorite siblings in f1 are unlocked: y/n & carlos
âł arthur_leclerc: what the fuck? what about me and charles?!
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y/nsainz: i spend race days with ollie while he mansplans to make him feel better
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olliebearman: what.
âł y/nsainz: huh
user3: spends time with ollie..donât make me ship
ollieeesssfp: ollie and y/n content is too cuteee
carlossainz55: could have spent race day in the ferrari paddock.
âł y/nsainz: donât act like you wanted me theređ
âł charles_leclerc: i did! i missed our pre-race gossip
âł y/nsainz: i missed that too :( iâll be with you next race!
user3: y/n is a charles supporter fr
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f1wags: kika looks so cute in the last pic!
olliesfp1: BRO? j tell us ur dating cuz heâs looking at her like heâs in love fr
francisca.cgomes: race day = chat day!
âł y/n.sainz: fr!!
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F1 Updates @f1updates ⢠3hr ago
Today we will be talking about Y/n Sainz and the dating rumors with Ollie Bearman!
Hereâs what we know: Y/n met Ollie through Arthur Leclerc, in which the trio started hanging out a lot, sometimes including Carla, Arthurâs girlfriend. We know that Y/n spends time with Ollie in the Ferrari paddock when she goes to watch Carlos and Ollie will accompany her.
Seen, last night around 9:10pm, Y/n and Ollie were leaving a restaurant in Mexico. The Grand Prix is this Sunday, only five days away from Tuesday nights spotting! We are questioning if they are more than friendsâŚ.since Ollie seemed fairly protective of her at the dinner..
ⳠSainz Sibling Page @sainzsibs ⢠3hr ago
Y/n and Ollie are my otp. They are so cute together!
ⳠF2 Bloggerrr @f2blogg ⢠2hr ago
Idk, I think Y/n and Lando would be cute
ⳠPapaya Fp @mclarenpap ⢠2hr ago
HUHđ Y/n and Lando are besties, they will nott date. Just because she hangs out with the F1 guys does not mean they are datingâŚ.
ⳠDolly luvs cars @dollyf1chatt ⢠1hr ago
In my opinion, Y/n and Ollie are the cutest couple. The way sheâs Carlosâ younger sister and sheâs also so close with the Leclerc family and Ollie is close with Arthur? They have background and itâs so cute. Our pure babies đ¤ They are adorbs
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y/n.sainz: brazils legal drinking age is 18đđđ§đˇ maybe it shouldnât be
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carlossainz55: what is going on in brazil?!
âł y/n.sainz: nothing?
âł carlossainz55: Y/N.
f1wags: LMAO not y/n being scolded by carlos đ
olliebearman: đđ
âł y/n.sainz: đŻâď¸
user7: not the THONG?
âł user2: girl has got some explaining to do LOLLL
formula2edits: brooo, thatâs obv ollie in the first pic
lilymhe: cutiesssss
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y/nsogfanpg: she slays even when sheâs literally throwing up bc sheâs drunk!
danielricciardo: i feel like ive committed a crime by seeing this post
âł y/n.sainz: weewoo weewoođ¨
âł danielricciardo: ha. ha.đ
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olliebearman: đđ¸
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user3: SOFT LAUNCHđ¨â ď¸đ¨â ď¸
sainzpost55: ollie ainât subtle wit itđŤ¤
arthur_leclerc: lol, mate. just wait till carlos sees this one
âł oscarpiastri: you can say that againâŚ.
fp1upsss: okay mr. hard launch!!!
y/n.sainz: oh great heavens
carlossainz55: đ§ââď¸what.
âł olliebearman: should i block him?? @y/n.sainz
âł y/n.sainz: nah, heâll just come to your house then
âł olliebearman: HUH
user1: waitâŚ.. y/n and ollie CONFIRMED??
âł f1wags: yesâźď¸ wag and a sister of a driver is a SLAY
liamlawson30: cute guys!! pr is gonna LOVE this one
âł olliebearman: oh man
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y/nfp7: anyone else see that she added the bear emoji and a red heart to her bio too?đĽšđĽš
carmenmmundt: you guys are tooo cuteeee
âł y/n.sainz: carm đ
olliebearman: â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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formula1updates: iâm melting. they are so cuteeeee
carlossainz55: cute theme i guess
âł olliebearman: iâm growing on you
âł carlossainz55: yeah like a fungus
âł olliebearman: ohâŚ.thatâs good?
francisca.cgomes: so prettyyyy
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Who the Hell is Daryl?
Summary: Bucky is in love with you, and finally finds the courage to tell you. But what happens when it sounds like someone else is already in the picture? (Miscommunication!)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Avenger!Reader
Words: 2k
Warnings: Miscommunication trope! Only one small mention of âY/Nâ, teensy bit of yelling, let me know if I missed anything.
A/N: Wrote this a couple days ago and put it in drafts, spontaneously posted bc I'm procrastinating on an essay. Okay I'll get back to hw now :(
Dividers: @firefly-graphics
He was going to do it. He was really going to do it.Â
He was finally going to ask you out.
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To the surprise of everyone on the team, you and Bucky had become fast pals after you joined six months ago. Something about the two of you clicked. âOpposites attractâ and all that, but Bucky always felt it went deeper than that.
The two of you had never argued, something he felt very proud of, considering he argued with most people. But not you. Never you.
The moment he decided that he needed to man up and ask you out wasnât anything fancy. You were sparring with Wanda across the gym, and he was simply watching you work in tandem. He watched the entire 15 minute session, and didnât take his eyes off you, even as you approached him.Â
âBuck, Iâm out of water, can I take a sip of yours?â
He nodded, âSure, Doll,â and tossed you his bottle.Â
You shot him a charming smile and opened the cap, and not-so-gracefully chugged half the bottle. You wiped your upper lip and handed it back to him.Â
âThanks, Jamie,â you breathily said, and jogged back to the arena.Â
His head was completely empty except for a single thought, tumbling through his desert mind like a tumbleweed.
Iâm going to marry her someday.
He shocked himself with the thought, he wasnât sure where it had come from. But he couldnât help the grin that snuck its way onto his lips as he realized he didnât disagree with the thought.
Of course before marriage is dating. One step at a time Buck.Â
After his realization, he had spent the next three days planning the perfect way to ask you out. He went through an entire list of ideas, but none of them seemed good enough for you. He wanted it to be perfect. But as the clock ticked on and he started running out of paper, he realized it was best to just be honest about his feelings.Â
You had just gotten back from a solo mission, and Bucky was hanging out in your room as you showered.
He was blushing like an idiot and fidgeting like crazy on your bed as he waited for you to hurry up. It was surprising he had so much self control as to not blurt it out while you were showering.
âOh, Bucky,â you called from the bathroom, the sound of the water pausing.
âWhatâs up?â
âCould you set an alarm on my phone for 7:30 A.M. tomorrow before I forget? I think I left it on the side table.â
âYou got it, Doll.â
âYouâre the best! Iâm almost done, Iâll be out in like two minutes,â you called, and soon after the sound of rushing water resumed.
Bucky grabbed your phone and typed in the passcode, his heart fluttering a little as he thought about how you trusted him enough to know it.
But the flutter stopped almost as quickly as it started, the moment your phone turned on and resumed on your text string with someone. He wouldâve ignored it, but a red heart at the top of the screen caught his eye.
Who the hell is âDaryl,â and why does he have a heart emoji next to his name?
Bucky couldnât help himself as his eyes flitted over your last texts.
Daryl â¤ď¸
Iâm back in town, lemme know when youâre aroundÂ
You
About to leave for a quick mission, but Iâll be back tmw evening. I miss you sm :( how about we meet up Monday morning at 8 at Bernieâs cafe?
Daryl â¤ď¸
Lets do it. And I miss you too, canât wait to see your beautiful face!! I love you, be careful
You
Love you too, and Im always careful đ
Bucky felt sick to his stomach. You had never mentioned a brother named Daryl, or any other kind of family member. And youâd told him about all your closest friends, and none of them were named Daryl. How did Bucky not know you had a boyfriend?
Bucky fought the urge to scroll up, and quickly tapped out of the app, and set the alarm you asked him to set.Â
So you were meeting this âDarylâ tomorrow morning?
Bucky heard the water stop, and the sound of the shower curtain shuffling.
Shit. You were getting out. Fuck, he wasnât ready to face you.
Youâd never mentioned you were in a relationship before. He would remember. How long have you been dating? And more importantly, why did you keep this from him? Did you feel like you couldnât trust him? Maybe you werenât as close friends as heâd thought.
âWhich movie did you want to watch tonight?â You asked, peeking out of the door with a turquoise towel wrapped around you.
âUm, Iâm actually really tired, suddenly. I think Iâm going to go to bed.â Bucky stuttered, avoiding your gaze as he quickly stood up.
âOh, okay,â you responded, disappointment and concern lacing your voice. âEverything okay?â
âEverything is fine. Glad you got back safe. Good night.â
With that, Bucky ducked out of your room and practically ran back to his.
Bucky tossed and turned, and once he got over his embarrassment, he settled into a familiar depressive feeling. Of course you didnât like him back. What the fuck was he thinking? Heâsâwell, heâs Bucky. Broken, only destined to ever be your friend. How could he be foolish enough to think you would love him like he loves you. At about hour 4, the heartbreak started turning into betrayal. Betrayal that you kept this from him. And soon enough, that betrayal festered into a kind of resentment, something heâd never felt for you before.
He didnât get much sleep that night.
Bucky checked the clock for the 20th time in the past 5 minutes. 7:45 A.M. You were probably about to leave. Bucky felt his heart clench. He was usually up by 7, and eating breakfast in the common area by 7:30. He sat at the barstool, dragging his spoon around his now soggy Coco Puffs, waiting for you to appear. Why he felt the need to torture himself, he didnât know.
Finally, he heard your steps coming down the hall.Â
And there you appeared, wearing the most beautiful sundress he had ever seen. It was lavender, and had small white flowers adorning the skirt, and it fell just above your knees.Â
Bucky took you in, and his momentary adoration turned back to his heartbreak. You were dressed up as if you were going on a date. There was no chance this wasnât your boyfriend.
âGood morning Bucky, did you sleep okay last night?âÂ
âYes.â He lied. Maybe you would tell him the truth if he asked. Yes it would hurt hearing the truth from your mouth, but he wanted to give you a chance to tell him your secret. âWhere are you headed?â
âTo meet a friend,â you nodded smoothly.Â
Maybe Bucky was crazy. Maybe he was overthinking all of this. Maybe Daryl really was just a friend.
âWhich friend?â
âPenny.â
So you were just flat out lying to him now. Bucky nodded and waited for you to leave before moping back to his room. He wanted to cry. And he did for a minute, or two, but his tears turned from sad to angry when he remembered you were now lying. You never lied to Bucky, and Bucky never lied to you. At least, he thought that was how it was. He clenched his fists, mad at you for betraying him, but more mad at himself for believing he could ever have you.
He didnât move from his bed.
âBucky?â Your voice emerged after three knocks to his door.
He couldnât get himself to respond.Â
The door slowly creaked open, a stream of light flooding his dark room.
âHey Buck. You okay? You seemed a little off this morning.â
âFine.â He mumbled, not turning over in bed to face you.
A pause.Â
âJamie, whatâs wrong?â You asked, closing the door behind you and flicking on the light.Â
âDonât call me that.â
âWhat?â You asked, slightly taken aback. You thought he loved your affectionate nickname for him.
âI donât want you to call me âJamieâ anymore.â
âOkayâŚâ
He felt the bed dip as you sat next to him.Â
âBucky,â you whispered, âplease talk to me.â
He sat up and gave you a pointed look. Was he being immature? Yes. But what could he do, he just discovered that his best friend has been lying to him, and doesnât love him.
âWhere were you?â He asked.
You furrowed your brows a moment, trying to piece together where he was going with this.Â
âI was at Bernieâs with Penny.â
âDonât lie to me.â He sneered.
Your eyes widened at his bite.
âIâm not lying? Bucky, what is going on?â
âWhatâs going on is that youâve been keeping the fact that you have a boyfriend from me. Why donât you want to tell me?â
âA boyfriend?â You blinked. âI donât have a boyfriend,â
âWhy wonât you be honest with me?â He yelled, and you scooted back.
âI am!â
âThen who is Daryl?â
âWhat?â
âI saw your texts last night, when you asked me to set your alarm.â Bucky looked down at his lap, ashamed.
âBucky,â you sighed, and a look of understanding crossed your face. A moment later you held out your phone to him.
âWhat?â He asked, dumbly looking at your outstretched hand. The screen was on your text string with Daryl.
âCall the number.â You simply said.
âWhat?â He repeated.
âTake my phone, and call the number.â
Confused and suspicious, Bucky grabbed your phone and hesitated over the call icon.Â
âGo ahead,â you urged.
He pressed the button.Â
Ring.
Ring.
Riâ
âHey!â A familiar feminine voice rang through the speaker. âWhatâs up hon?â
âHello?â Bucky said, looking from the phone to you to the phone.
âUh, hi? Is that Bucky?â
âPâPenny?â He sputtered.
âHey Bucky! Whatâs up, is everything okay? I thought Y/N was calling.â
âHey Pen,â you interjected, âEverythingâs fine, Iâll call you back in a bit, kayâ?â
âSure thing, bye, love ya,â Penny added, and hung up.
Bucky stared at the now blank phone, baffled.
âI donât understand.â
âBucky,â you sighed, and tilted his chin to look at you. âI donât have a boyfriend. Penny is in my contacts as âDarylâ because itâs my funny little nickname for her. My Dad has had a best friend since grade school named Daryl, and they donât see each other often, but when they do itâs like nothing has changed. They get along like no time has passed. I call Penny âmy Darylâ because I know that even if we donât talk for years, we are so close that I know we would be the exact same.â
Bucky sat quietly for a moment, simply taking in your story. He felt really stupid.
âIâm sorry,â he started, âI shouldnât have yelled at you. Iâm sorry I called you a liar.â He struggled to meet your gaze, ashamed of what he did.
âJamieâcan I call you Jamie now?â
He nodded sheepishly.
âJamie, I forgive you. But I wish you had just talked to me about it, and asked me. We are usually so good about being open with each other. What happened?â You asked, wide eyes looking into his.
âI know, Iâm sorry. I flipped out, I guess I was just shocked, because I was going toââ he licked his lips, âwell, I wasâŚâ
âYou can tell me, Bucky. Honesty, remember?â You soothed, placing your hand on his leg.
He gulped.
âI was going to ask you to be with me.â
You tilted your head, not quite understanding.
âLike, I was gonna ask if youâd let me be your boyfriend.â He mumbled. âSo when I saw that you were texting and saying âI love youâ to some guy, I guess I was just blindsided.â
âJames,â you smiled, moving yourself to sit on his lap. You brought your forehead against his. âYou silly, jealous man.â You gently stroked his cheek with your right hand. âYou want to be my boyfriend?"
"It sounds so juvenile, I don't know, I just want you to be mine, and for you to call me 'yours,'" he mumbled.
"I accept," you giggled, and watched his glittering eyes shoot to yours.
He had started to say something, but he stopped when you brought your soft lips to his.
âI'm so happy,â he whispered between kisses.
Suffice it to say, Bucky completed step one of the path to marrying you.
A/N: Tysm for reading! If you liked it, please feel free to let me know!
Also I'm sorry if the ending sucks, I wrote this in a couple hours and Idk why I'm so bad at endings gahh
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The crushing | joel miller x f!reader, 5.2k
Summary: This is the story of a man who had everything in the palm of his hand and traded it all for an empty space in the hollow of his heart.
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This story follows Joel, two to three years after he cheated on his wife.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, ANGST, cheater!Joel, Joel's POV, this is NOT âThe Fallingâ from Joel's POV, brief mention of smut (p i v) but nothing too graphic (I think), self-loathing, depression, therapy, flashbacks and memories from the past, alcohol consumption, Tommy being a supportive brother (eventually), as always let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: Ok, so, Joel gave me a whiplash on this one, he was either staring at me through the screen giving me nothing, or he was mumbling unintelligibly in my ear while I was trying to keep up with him. It started out as a final chapter, but I really think that this part should be Joel's POV and the next and -probably- final one should be the resolving, however that may come. I guess it can be read as a standalone, but if you're interested, it's a sequel to âThe Fallingâ. I edited it seven thousand times because I kept adding things along the way, so I hope it all makes some sense and there are not too many mistakes.. Thank you for taking the time to read anything I write! Love you all! đĽ°đ
P.S.: I just wanted to take a moment and let you know that I really appreciate everyone who has read, liked, commented, reblogged and asked about âThe Fallingâ. I honestly didn't think a single soul would take the time to read that kind of story. It means more than you know and I didnât take lightly how close to home this fic hit for some people; yet youâve given it a chance, sharing some of your own experiences with me. I love you all, take care and I'll see you -hopefully- in the comments! đĽšđŤ
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...need your reassurance...
...your only focusâŚ
...for the foreseeable future...
He did make it his sole focus. Because of course, he closed the deal, even after he left that damn table like a madman. He still found a way to get what he wanted. That's the man he was. And he wasn't sure if he hated himself for it or not. But self-loathing was a daily occurrence now, so one more reason added to the list was nothing he couldn't handle.
For two years he would wake up every day, is it called waking up if he doesnât sleep at all?, he would work his ass off, he would go home, he would sink into despair and then he would start all over again the next day. A vicious cycle consisting of 730 days in a row. The deafening silence within the walls of the house was excruciating, the loneliness was unbearable. Even the light penetrating through the windows seemed different than when you were there with him, a dullness surrounding every corner of the now barely lived in space.
You. He hadnât seen your face in 730 days. He hadnât smelled your scent or touched your soft skin. He barely listened to your voice anymore, any form of unavoidable communication, you preferred to be conducted by the lawyers, or via text messages, at the most. At the 731st one, he finally knew, something had to change. He couldnât repeat another day, like all the others that came and went. He simply couldnât.
Tommy suggested that therapy might help Joel, a few times, but he refused every one of them. Maria was keeping her distance, her place was delicate, being his brotherâs wife but also his wifeâs best friend. Surprisingly, she was the one who finally got through to him.
âAre you gonna stay a recluse for the rest of your miserable life, then?â Maria wonders, switching her gaze between Joel and the dining room. Everything was untouched, as you left them when you moved out, but the place felt empty, depressing, probably mirroring Joelâs existence.
Joel sighs, closing his eyes briefly. âIâm not a recluse..â, he snarls through his teeth, rolling his eyes at her. He was more than eager to be done with the dinner his sister-in-law insisted on having in his house and be left alone, in his natural state. Alone. Infuriating woman.
âWhat do you call that?â, Maria persists, goddamn lawyer to the bone.
âWhat?!â Joel spits back pissed off, looking at his brother next, for support.
âThat!â she gestures around his body and his surroundings. âThe way you go on for the past two years! Either get over it or do something about it!â, she doesnât hold back, even when Tommy proposes a gentler approach. Yeah, look where it got you, is the paid answer, so Tommy steps back, shaking his head and raising his hands up in surrender.
âYouâve got him on a leash, hm?â, Joel jokes absentmindedly, âCan you breathe alright, Tommy boy?â, earning himself a hard glare from Maria.
âMaybe the wrong Miller is on a leash..â Maria mutters, causing Tommyâs eyes to widen in horror.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â, Joel retorts doing a double back at her.
âMeans that freedom is for those who can bear it.â, Maria throws her napkin on her plate and leaves the room. Joel remains silent, pondering the meaning of her words. It would be a long time before he understood what she meant.
Therapy was hard.
Therapy was hard because he had to do it for himself. He had to concentrate on himself. He thought, being the contractor that he was, that he would walk into the room, get the answers he needed and fix his marriage, just as he rearranged the bricks and the wood and the steel on the construction sites.
But this wasnât about his marriage. His marriage and the way it crumbled down was the aftermath, he came to learn. It was the outcome of insecurities, selfishness, lack of communication, ungratefulness.
He got it all wrong. Everything. Every little thing. He had to rewire his brain and change every point of view he was holding onto. Honesty. Honesty was the key.
âWhy didnât you reach out to your wife after that night?â, his therapist insists.
âI respected her boundaries.â, Joel was quick to respond.
âAnd what were those?â
âShe didnât want to see me.â
âDid she say that?â
âNo-, I mean-, the way she left that night, she didnât say much in general. But she blocked my number, so.â, he shrugs in defence.
âSo, how can you be so sure that she didn't want to see you? Even if you're right, it doesn't mean that she didn't expect a reaction from you, or that you weren't allowed to try, if thatâs what you wanted.â
âWhy would she? I upset her, she needed time to think, work things out.â, Joel explains.
The therapist swipes her fingers over her lips, contemplating her approach. âJoel, you walk into your bedroom, into what is supposed to be a safe place and you see your partner with another person in an intimate moment. How does that make you feel? Just say the first words that come to mind.â, his therapist changes the point of view.
Joel shudders just at the thought of it. You, naked, flushed, lips parted and swollen, skin sweaty, breaths short and pupils blown wide, coming for anyone other than him. It would utterly destroy him. âFurious, pissed, betrayed, heartbroken.. I think I would lose it, if Iâm honest.â he admits instantly, in his haste to throw the abomination of this image from his thoughts.
âI see. But in her case, you think your wife was just upset?â
âNo, of course not.â Joel slightly frowns, shaking his head.
âDo you think she felt all those feelings that you just described to me?â
âI believe so, yes.â, god this is so hard.
âYou believe so?â the therapist pushes, again.
Joelâs nostrils flare from the sharp inhale, âI know so.â
âSo, she wasnât just upset.â the therapist concludes and Joel agrees without meeting her eyes, âNo, she wasnât.â
Over time, Joel came to realize that his choice of words was a subconscious attempt to diminish the seriousness of his actions.
âYou said in a previous session that you gave space to your wife to work things out.â
âYeah, it was only fair.â, Joel confirms.
âSo, it was hard for you to give her that space?â
âYes, of course, I missed her every day.â
âWas that a constant in your relationship?â, the therapist wonders.
âIâm sorry, I donât follow.â
âHow did you work things out as a couple, before? I assume you had difficult times as partners, no?â
âNothing major to be honest, my wife was a very calm and reasonable person. If anything occurred she would talk to me about it.â
âAnd how did you respond to that?â
âUh, I was there to listen, we always found a solution together as a couple.â
âHmhm, so, what changed this time?â
âWhat do you mean?â He knew exactly what she meant.
âWhy didnât you talk to her? Communicate with her? Maybe help her see your side of things, like you did before, find your way out of this together, as partners.â his therapist explains. âAnd even before the infidelity, did you let her know that something was bothering you, that you felt differently?â
"I didn't feel differently about my wife. My feelings for her never changed.", he immediately corrects her. "My love for her was never the problem," he confesses and it's the first time since his therapy began that he's shared something so personal, so private.
âBut there was a problem, something was wrong if you felt the need to be intimate with another woman. So, why did you keep that from her?â
Joel opens his mouth already knowing he does not have an answer. Or that he doesn't want to give one. He shakes his head, raising his brows in a silent admission that he canât answer that. Or he won't. His gaze is fixed on a loose thread on the fabric of the couch, his fingers keep picking on it.
âJoel?â
âI- I donât know what you want me to say, I donât know.â he keeps shaking his head. He canât answer that. He won't.
He was so angry when he left the session that day. He was so angry at you. He was angry at your honesty, your clarity, your courage to have a mind of your own and to speak it freely, knowing full well that probably no one else shared the same opinions as you did. That's what he loved most about you, but now he hated it.
âOwn it, Joel. Own what you have done. At least that way it will be worth something. Otherwise it was all for nothing.â
This was one of the last things you said to him on the phone, while he was trying to persuade you to change your mind about the divorce. You were always so brave about those matters. Matters of the heart, of integrity. He remembers you always talking about things that he found admirable but utopian. Easy in theory, hard in practice.
âI need to be able to sleep at night. I need to own my decisions; not because Iâm always right, far from it, but at least I know Iâm being honest with myself. And that matters.â he recalls one of your late-night talks.
You usually found it easier to share your most vulnerable thoughts once you were thoroughly fucked and satiated. When Joel held you in his arms, your breaths almost shared over the same pillow, your scents and your fluids mixed together.
âWeâre all imperfect beings, flawed; we all feel embarrassed when we fuck up,â you continue, âitâs hard to admit our mistakes to others, I get that. But deep down we always know what weâre doing and why weâre doing it. Admitting it only helps us to be present in our lives.â
âBe present?â, Joel seems fascinated by the way your mind weaves your thoughts together into deeply rooted beliefs.
âYes, my love, there's no greater freedom than to live your life truthfully.â you smile at him, softly. Your sleepy eyes roam his face affectionately. Your fingertips caress his jawline, your thumb pressing lightly against the bare patch of his beard. He can feel your devotion pouring from your fingers and sinking into his skin at that moment.
âThatâs one of my greatest fears, you know. Living my life in ignorance, in a lie.â, you whisper your deepest insecurity against his soft lips. His hold on you tightens as he rolls you onto your back, nestling his hips between your welcoming thighs. You are safe in these arms. His arms. You surrender to him, body and soul. You can feel his growing erection pressing between your folds, already wet from your combined releases. He tenderly brushes his lips against yours and slowly licks his way into your parted mouth, as he intertwines his fingers with yours. He enters you in one fluid, slow thrust, his warm exhale cooling your wet lips. âThen let me give you something real.â
Thinking back to those moments, Joel couldn't reconcile himself to the fact that he was the one who had brought that fear of yours to life. What broke him was that it was not a lie. Your life together had not been a lie. He loved you. In fact, he was burning up for you. He was a man of control, but not with you. Never with you. You consumed his every thought; being around you for too long made his lungs constrict in pain, begging for a deep breath. Sometimes he was worried sick that if he completely let himself love you like he needed to, he would suffocate you. He loved you. And it killed him that his actions suggested otherwise.
But at some point he had to be honest with himself. He was just protecting his ego. He was trying to get the upper hand out of a shitty, compromising situation. He wasn't being thoughtful, he was being selfish. He was biding his time. He thought the longer he left âitâ untouched, the less it would hurt when the inevitable time of confrontation came. He was scared out of his mind that he would lose you forever. No second chances, no redemption, no reconciliation.
No lingering scent on his pillow as your hair pools there, under his chin, as you nestle your face between his neck and shoulder, breathing him in. No laughter through the enormous house, damn, why did he build it so big; you never clarified what the disbelief in your eyes meant when he said he built this house for you, while he pulls you up on your feet for a silly cowboy dance.
No more gentle touches, no more noses brushing together as a silent goodbye in the kitchen before you rush off to work. No more turning around just before you open the door to leave, running to him like a little girl, giving him quick, hungry pecks on the lips while he laughs on your mouth, squeezes your butt cheek and slaps it playfully to say goodbye. Later, baby, he would promise you, his teeth nipping at your earlobe and he could feel your skin crawling with anticipation.
No more I love yous, either breathed, either whispered, either panted, as he makes a home for himself inside your warmth.
When did he fuck you last? He used to have you every day. You craved it every day. You craved him. Why did he stop telling you he loved you every chance he got? When was the last time you said it?
A week before that fateful night, when you touched him longingly, aching for him to touch you back and he told you he had work to do, he wasnât a teenager anymore. Why the hell did he say that? Why did he sit there and watch the light fading from your eyes? I love you, you said with a sigh against his temple and walked out of his office defeated. Why did you say that? Did you know? Did you suspect? Why didnât you fight him? You should have said something, anything, pushed him, punched him in the chest, woken him up. Would he have woken up? Or did he need that to come to his senses? Does he have to fall? Does this falling ever stop? Does he have to let you go? Will you come back to him? Does he deserve you?
Days blurred seamlessly into one another. Joel drifted further and further away from everyone. The house haunted him, all the progress he was making within the therapy walls was dissipating once he stepped inside the cold space of his empty house. Leaving the confines of it was his first thought in the morning, while he hurriedly dressed to go to his office far earlier than necessary and his last when he closed his eyes, as he laid his weary limbs on the couch, chasing still your now long gone scent on its fabric, knowing another sleepless night was his only companion until the first rays of sunlight hit the floor-to-ceiling windows to announce the beginning of another day.
People at work tiptoed around him, not knowing how to act. It was as if he was there, but not really. He was focused solely on the Marks project, mechanically going through board meetings, paperwork and supervising the construction site. He. Just. Wasnât. There.
Joel, will you please sign the papers?
He simply stares at the text message for a good full minute, his thumbs hovering over the screen of his phone. This was one of the rare occasions you had initiated communication with him, always about the progress of the divorce.
No, no, I wonât, the little toddler in him screams, stamping his little feet on the ground.
The papers are not ready.
Joel texts back. He keeps it simple, frightened he might not get an answer back.
Joel, we both know they are. I donât want any of your assets or your money; this is an easy signature, please.
An easy signature? You think he cares about the houses, or the cars, or the money?
You know I canât accept that. The house is yours and so is a good part of the money.
The point was to share this house together, Joel, donât you think us splitting up kind of defeats the purpose? And what on earth makes you think I would ever want to go back in there?
So, thereâs nothing I can do to make this easier for you?
Easier? You think money or property can make up for what youâve done?
Of course not, I wasnât implying anything like that. Just wanna do something for you, anything.
Can you turn back time?
Of course, he can't. So, he doesn't know what to say to that. He just keeps staring at the screen, lost in thought. After 2 minutes another text follows.
?
You know I canât..
Sign the papers. Please.
âIs there anything in particular you want to talk about today, or should I take the lead?â
âActually Iâve been thinking a lot about that night.â, Joel suggests for the first time. He usually lets the therapist decide where to steer the conversation, then simply refuses to elaborate until he feels ready to talk.
âWhat about it?â, he shifts his gaze from the window to the direction of her voice.
âI should probably rephrase that. Iâm always thinking about that night, repeating it in my head again and again and Iâm troubled by something I realized.â
His therapist nods to signal that she's listening.
âWhy did she just leave? The more I think about it, the more it doesnât make sense to me. She just left. No shouting, no breaking things, no attacking either me or-â, her. âWhy she didnât stay? Why she didnât insist that I leave? She was just- so quiet.â
The therapist smiles in recognition of Joel's near breakthrough. They were beginning to get somewhere, his empathy nudging him under the surface.
âI'm really glad you mentioned that, Joel, so I'd like to take you back to that night and try to understand what might have been going through your wife's mind at that moment," she explains.
âSo, she walks into the house, finds her safe space violated by her husband, and she chooses to handle the situation calmly and quietly-â Joel tries to stop her, but she already knows what he's going to ask. âI can't tell you why she chose that path, that's for her to answer, only she knows why.â His therapist continues, âShe is making one request of you and one request only, can you tell me what it is?â
âShe asked me to leave the house.â
âHmhm.â the therapist looks at him expectantly.
âI just wanted to talk to her.â, Joel elaborates, âI thought that if I refused to leave, she would accept to listen to me.â
âSo you forced your needs on her, while she was in a particularly fragile state of mind.â
âI should have made my intentions clearer, you mean?â
âI mean, that maybe you shouldnât have had any expectations in the first place. Why do you think was so important to you, to explain yourself right at that moment?â
âBecause I knew it was probably the last time I would see her for a while, I just wanted to ease her pain, why is that so wrong? Should I be indifferent? Would that be better?â
âDid it ever occur to you that you might be depriving her of her right to choose?â Come on, Joel, break some eggs.
Joel now begins to make connections. He rubs his hand over his face, the realization of what has really happened crushing him. âOh, god, I-â He's been so selfish from the start. He hasn't shown you any respect, not even at this delicate moment. He didn't give you a choice as to whether you wanted to listen to him or not. He didn't even let you choose where you wanted to stay. He just made you leave the house. Did he make you believe he wanted you to leave? That he wanted her to stay? Because he didnât. Fuck. â-I never thought about it like that.â
Fuck.
How could he be so blind? Why was he so blind?
His therapist insisted on it. Because no matter how much progress Joel made over the course of a year, he never revealed the true reason behind his infidelity.
âJoel, weâve talked about a lot of things; youâve tried really hard to make this all about your wife and about understanding what she was feeling and how your actions have affected her, but as I keep reminding youâ, she smiles understandingly, âyouâre the one in therapy, you need to heal your wounds before you even attempt to heal hers. And although it is in fact a really noble thought, thisâ she gestures between them, âcan only work if you do it for yourself. I know it may sound selfish, but I promise you, it is not. It is the exact opposite.â
Fuck.
âYeah?â, his voice hoarse from sleep as he answers the door after the insistent knock at it. Tommy looks at him surprised once he opens it, âYouâre sleeping, already?â. No, he wasnât. He wouldnât call it that. But when he goes almost a week without any proper rest, passing out is the right word for what heâs doing. âYeah, I guess I dosed off..â Joel lies. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI came to see you.â Tommy responds as he squeezes himself through the door to enter the house. âYeah, sure, come on in.â, Joel mutters under his breath. âYou just saw me at work this morning, is everything all right?â
âI just came to check on you.â Tommy confesses uncomfortably.
âYou could have called.â
âWould you have answered?â Tommy deadpans.
TouchĂŠ.
âTell Maria Iâm fine, Tommy, no need to worry about me; go spend the night where it counts.â, Joel replies in an attempt to push him away, as he walks farther into the house, rounding the kitchen island.
âHey, brother, Iâm here, I am here for you.â Tommyâs eyes narrow in pain and concern as he stares at his sibling's back, following behind him.
Joel exhales hard through his nose, his grip tight as he grabs the edges of the counter, his head lowering between his shoulder blades.
âYou shouldnât, nobody should.â Joel sighs, rubbing the pads of his fingers across his forehead.
âOk, thatâs enough.â Tommy snaps at him. âEnough self-loathing, enough resignation. Enough. Youâve punished yourself enough.â
Joel laughs at that. âIs that right? Is it enough for you? What about her?â he asks, his head turned to the side, looking at his brother over his shoulder.
âWhat?â Tommy is genuinely confused.
Joel turns his back, resting his waist on the edge of the counter, now looking straight at Tommy. âI should have what? Just get on with my life? Let it all be water under the bridge? Disrespect her even more?â
âJesus..â Tommy mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, the other resting on his hip, his eyes shut in frustration.
âAre you doing this for her? Does she even know that?â
âIt doesnât matter, Tommy!â Joel raises his voice, exasperated. âIâm not doing this for her, Iâm not doing anything for her, apparently and thatâs the problem.â, his voice breaks, the lump in his throat too big to push down. âSheâs not here anymore, Tommy.â heâs standing fully on his feet now, pushing himself away from the counter, leaning slightly forward, like heâs trying to make his brother understand; his eyes are glazed, Tommy had never seen him so devastated before. âSheâs gone. Iâve lost her.â, his palms clenched in fists in front of his chest, resisting the urge to wrap them around his shirt and rip it to shreds, as he wants to do with his heart.
âI thought therapy was working..â Tommy whispers, his eyes dropping to the floor beneath him.
âOh, itâs working, all right!â Joel chuckles in irony, sniffing his nose. âIâm getting a front-row seat, witnessing what a piece of shit I am-â
âHey!â Tommy tries to cut him off.
â-what on earth was she doing with me to begin with, is beyond me.â
âHEY!â Tommy's eyes bulge out of his sockets, angry at his brother's self-deprecating words. Joel bends his waist forward, puts his elbows on the island in front of him and lets his head sink in again.
âOk.â Tommy breathes deeply to ground himself, his hands in a position of a prayer in front of his mouth, âOk, we could both use a drink.â he realizes, as he moves to open the cupboard to grab two tumblers and the whiskey from the shelf with the drinks. â..or five.â
The two brothers drink their first round in silence, both calming their nerves down. Tommy refills their glasses without asking; he knows this is going to be a long night.
âIâm sorry I wasnât there for you.â Tommy begins, pushing Joelâs drink back towards him. Joel wringles his brows in confusion, âWhat are you talking about? Youâre always there for me.â
âNo, I havenât, not really.â Tommy admits, âI let Maria take over when all this happened and Iâm sorry.â
âThere was nothing you could do, Tommy, donât sweat it.â
âLet me say this, please.â Tommy raises his hand, his palm facing his brother. âI was just- fuck, we all knew how much you loved her, how much you loved each other, so when it all went down, I just didnât know how to deal with it. What to say to you, how to comfort you. I didn't know how to deal with you.â
âYou blamed me.â Joel says matter-of-factly.
âNo-â, Tommy weakly refuses but Joel shakes his head dismissively, interrupting him. âItâs ok, Tommy, you should.â
Tommy looks embarrassed, his cheeks slightly pinkish, not only from the whiskey. âItâs just that I- I couldnât reconcile the image of the man you were with her, with.. you know..â, he stutters.
â..the image of a cheater. Say it.â Joel adds.
Tommy shakes his head, like he still can't believe what's happened. âBesides, while she was staying with us those first few weeks I saw how devastated she was, man- she was a shell of a woman, so I was confused, I didnât know how-â
âTommy. Tommy, itâs fine.â Joel feels his skin crawl visualizing you like that in his head, cutting his brother off once again; he deserves every ounce of mistrust and he knows it.
âNo, itâs not.â Tommy insists. âYes, you fucked up. Brother, you really did. You did a number on her-â, Joelâs body tenses instantly at his brotherâs words, his jaw clenching as his eyes darken, moving down to his hands, his grip on the tumbler tightening, his knuckles turning white and Tommy stops abruptly, âshit, sorry, I didnât mean-â, his face twitches with regret.
âItâs the truth. Thatâs exactly what I did.â Joelâs gaze seems detached as if he's somewhere else right now.
âWhat I meant to say, is that I should have been there for you in spite of what has happened. I can see you're suffering, it's taking its toll on you, it has been for some time now; tell me what I can do. How can I help you?â Tommy seems almost desperate, like heâs the one in need of redemption.
Your text flashes through his mind, can you turn back time?, making him smile bitterly.
âCan you turn back time?â Joel's repeating your question and as the words leave his mouth he can feel your presence next to him. That's the most he felt of you for the last three years. He's almost blissful.
âYou know I can't.â Tommy sighs. Joel laughs earnestly, the irony of the moment too good not to appreciate.
âJoel, brother, please, just talk to me. Help me understand. You act like youâre the one whoâs been cheated on. So, what happened? Why did you do it?â Tommy is pleading with him to give him anything.
Silence fills the room for much longer than either of them would like. Joel feels torn between telling his brother everything or keeping his mouth shut. He wants to tell him, he hasnât told a soul, but heâs not sure he can get the words out. Heâs not sure he can bear to hear the words coming out of his mouth. Heâs not sure he can substantiate it, make it real. Because thatâs how it feels. He talks about it and it becomes real.
But maybe this is the right thing to do. Thatâs what needs to be done. He needs to talk about it. He needs to tell the truth and admit the pain heâs caused. Make it real for you, too. Perhaps it is time for him to give you what is rightfully yours. Acknowledgment.
Joelâs made up his mind. Heâs gonna talk to Tommy. He lifts his glass to down his drink for some liquid courage, freezing his hand in mid-air as the next words fall from his brotherâs mouth. âFirst of all, who was it?â
âWhat?â Joel's eyes search Tommyâs through his glass for an explanation.
âWho did you do?â, Tommy clarifies.
Joel feels like heâs been struck by lightning. âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âWho did you fuck, Joel?â, Tommy begins to feel confused, are they not on the same page here?
âYou donât know?â, Joel can barely speak now, his voice low in shock.
âNo one does, not even Maria; she never told anyone.â
You told nobody? Not even your best friend? Why on earth would you do that? Did you feel ashamed? Was it just too much to talk about?
But his brain takes pity on him, helping him for once to understand. Heâs connecting the dots while your voice fills the corners of his mind through his memories. His head is swarming with images of you standing in that walk-in closet, remembering what you said the last time he saw you. Youâre the one I married, not her. I expected better from you, Joel, not her.
You were right.
It didnât matter who it was. That is why. He was the one making the choice. He was the one breaking his promises, breaking your trust, breaking your heart; breaking you. He was the one who should have known better. He was the one who should have been honest. Easy in theory, hard in practice.
He feels a fresh wave of pain scattering through his body. He welcomes it. Damn, heâs craving it. Heâs glad you chose to withhold the identity of the woman. Not because somehow itâs making it easier for him to defend himself, on the contrary.
Thereâs no one else to blame. Nobody. Just him. All of the anger, the resentment, the disappointment, all of them on him. He embraces them all. Everything. He will take it all, swallow it down and let it rot inside of him.
Joel tells Tommy everything. Everything, but her name.
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2 ideas!
One, I loved your soap w secretary girlfriend! What about something similar for ghost and konig?
Two, what about a COD fic where the lights go out and you are stuck in the dark together? đ any character you want!
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->Paring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader & KĂśnig x Fem!Reader
->Words: 0.8k
->A/N: MDNI! These are so fun to write!!! Also adding that wonderful 'idea of the stuck in the dark' fic to the list ;)
Sure, Ghost and KĂśnig are both big strong military men. They're intimidating and stoic. Tall and broad but they both love their secretary girlfriend differently.
Ghost:
He's a brute. Large and broad and dark. How you became accustomed to him was more comical than anything. One complaint report landed on your desk for him to pick up, which he never did. His training methods were.. less than desirable.. which you can imagine just looking at him and how he just stands and stares, barking commands.
34 total complaint reports from the newest training group landed on your desk, making a rather annoying pile. None of the complaints would ever be resolved, Ghost's training method is foolproof. So, you walked down the hallway, papers in hand and a scowl on your face straight to that man. You slam the door open to the training yard your heels sounding extra loud. Your stocking covered legs and short skirt is the view of the century out here.
"Lieutenant Riley, your complaint papers have occupied an annoyingly large space on my desk. Please be better about picking them up from now on." You shoved the papers into his chest and storm away. Simon was putty in your hand from then on.
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He would stand arms crossed in your doorway as you helped the others. Waiting patiently, his stare dark and unwavering.
He loves to watch you work. Your soft hands filing the papers expertly you know every little place where everything goes. He sees how the guy you're helping out checks out your ass as you stand. He shoulder checks him on his way out and then he stands at the front and center of your desk, and you look up through your lashes at him.
"Can I help you Simon?" You ask him in a sultry voice as you reapply your lipstick.
"Yea. I can think of a couple things."
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Your panties are around one ankle, your heels barely hanging on to your feet as your legs are wrapped around his hips and he's ruthless with his thrusts. You're on lunch and he took you to the file room, you're on a dusty old desk that's only used for storage. All the contents thrown to the ground as Simon couldn't wait any longer to be inside you.
"Fuck, you love this yea? Fuckin you right here panties round your ankle you can hardly focus on me."
He's right your head has been long spinning and your eyes struggle to stay focused. He drives himself into your wet heat so hard and rough your hair has become a half up half down mess in the process.
"Grippin me so fuckin tight love, maybe I start coming down every day, feed you my cock on your break. Would you like that, look at me when I'm talking to you."
Simon frequently rips your stockings when he's gripping your thighs, especially when he cums.
"Fuckin hell love you're a fucking mess dripping on me like this, going to cum deep inside you then you'll go back and sit all pretty at your desk with me dripping out of you. You want that love? Yea you do."
Simon is a ruthless lover, he can be sweet too. When he's not confined by a 30-minute lunch break window of course.
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KĂśnig:
KĂśnig is top dog, the big guy on the ground. So you see him often. You'll keep track of his appointments and meetings, bring him food and coffee when he works late nights and eventually, he invites you to share a meal with him. After that he keeps calling you back to his office.
KĂśnig is an older guy and his knees aren't all that good honey so be a doll and help him out. You'll get down on yours and wrap those pretty lipstick coated lips around him and his mouth is watering just watching you take as much as you can.
He's found that he has a certain fixation for the lipstick you wear and sometimes requests you wear certain colors for him when you go down on him. He loves the way it leaves rings around his cock and he'll stroke your hair as he speaks to you.
"Taking me so well mein liebling, you see that last ring of lipstick you left on me? Let's try to get even lower this time, you're a good girl I believe in you."
You'll take as much as you can, and when he finally trains his little secretary to take all of him he cums as soon as your lips meet the base of him leaving red lip marks on his skin.
And when he's feeling especially needy he'll call you into his office and have you straddle him. He'll kiss your neck as he takes off your heels, he knows how expensive they are, I mean he did buy them for you, so he undoes the little straps with care and sets them on the floor.
He'll caress you with his big hands and have you ride his thigh hiking your skirt up your hips so he can rest his hands behind his head and watch you moan and sob on top of him.
"You look so beautiful like this mein liebling, you're leaving quite the wet spot on me this time. How many times should I make you cum like this before I let you ride me."
He's cruel when he wants to be but it's all in good fun. He's spoil you afterwards.
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ultimate merc team | george russell x fem! reader
summary; no one expected mercedesâ rookie to already be soft launching a few months into her f1 career. turns out her mystery man is someone fans all know and love.
fc; erika hauser
warnings; ?one curse word i think
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03
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poison: l.hamilton.
pairing: lewis hamilton x black!girlfriend reader
tags: 18+, mdni, usage of drugs (weed), nudity, making out, explicit sexual language, no actual smut. no plot - just a scenario. NOT EDITED
summary: sometimes the best way to relax is to share a bath with your lady and smoke on some sativa.
notes: Iâm not quite back yet - but this scenario was sitting so heavy in my mind. I also needed to give you guys something as I get my shit together. Please like, comment and reblog I love you đŠˇ
w.c: 1.9K
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Baby đŠľ: Hi Princess, my flight just landed. Hope youâre still at my place. I really need you right now.
You: Hi baby, of course. I canât wait to see you đ.
His assistant had already sent you the time that his flight was going to arrive at Heathrow so you were already awake, getting everything ready for him. Starting off, you make him a full brunch bowl of ackee with tomato, garlic mushrooms, cinnamon coated plantain with charred corn and toasted sourdough. Your passion had always been cooking but since your relationship with Lewis began, you spent more time working on vegan based food that the both of you can enjoy.
As his plate is in the warmer, you freshen up and get the bath salts and rose petals ready. Considering that it was only 3:43pm, you decide that it was a justifiable time to get your stash box out. Blue Dream was already in your grinder and after the weekend, Lewis had - this was something that he was going to need. You roll two joints and place them back on your rolling tray.
Once everything is prepared, you walk back to the living room and just as you sit down, you hear the chiming of the security system.
âPrincess!â You hear Lewis call out for you. You hop up from the couch and run towards the foyer. Seeing your face causes a tired smile to spread across his lips and he opens his arms. You jump into them and wrap your legs around his waist.
âHi my baby.â You whisper against his cheeks as you place kisses all over his face repeatedly causing him to chuckle as he tightens his arms around you.
âHi.â He mumble back as you finally capture his mouth. âMmm.â He hums as your lips move passionately against each other. You giggle into the kiss as his hands move to your ass and cup the flesh into his palms.
âI missed you.â Lewis sighs as he pulls away.
âI missed you too.â You reply as you get down from his waist and bring your hands to his face and you begin caressing his cheeks. He curls into your touch which causes your heart to melt. âLetâs get you settled in.â You tell him.
As he was eating, you wall back to the bathroom and prepare the tub and you turn on the jets to keep the water warm. Once everything is ready, you call for Lewis to come to the bathroom.
âCan you get naked for me?â You instruct. Lewis smiles at you as he begins to strip from his travelling clothes. Before the soak in, the both of you take a shower where you are washing him. This is the best part of your day. You love taking care of Lewis.
Getting to do this for him is one of your favourite ways to show Lewis how much you love him. With you, he just gets to let you take care of him.
Then you got into the bathtub, with a few candles lit and music playing in the background. Youâre sitting on his lap with your thighs on each side as you bring the joint to your lips and spark it alight. You can feel his eyes on you and it warms your body far more than the water.
âYou know I shouldnât be smoking that.â Lewis muses as you take in your first inhale. You exhale the smoke over his face and you smile as he blinks through it.
âYour next race is in over a week. Youâll be fine.â You reply as you bring the joint to his lips. He takes a couple of puffs, inhaling the smoke and letting it settle in his chest before he exhales. You places the joint down and wraps your arms around his neck.
âYour presence is so calming.â Lewis compliments.
âMe or the sativa?â You ask with a quirked eyebrow.
âBoth.â Lewis chuckles. He wasnât much of smoker anymore so he is feeling the effects of the weed a lot faster than you are. Youâre already halfway through the first joint thus seeing his reaction to it is a little hilarious.
As you speak, Lewis lays kisses on your chest and caresses the skin of your back.
âHow have you been baby? Talk to me.â You say as your thumbs lightly brush the back of his neck.
âSince the announcement, I feel like thereâs been this bad energy hanging above my head.â Lewis confesses which causes you to pout.
âAwe baby.â
âIâve always been the one to pick everyoneâs spirits up at the factory. But for the past couple of years, I feel like no-one is really having my back.â
âI know theyâve been with you for close to thirty years now but with them, you know that the only loyalty theyâll know is to the check that pays them.â You explain. âBut at the end of the day, you made the best business decision for you. Donât let anyone on that team make you feel bad about that when they chose what they think is the best for them.â
âYou really think I made the best decision?â He asks you as he licks his lips, looking up at you.
âWeâre not even halfway through the season, alongside me, there are millions of your fans who would agree with me that you indeed make a good business move.â You lean forward and place a soft kiss on his jawline. â2025 is going to come and youâre going to show them why they fumbled the baddest bitch to ever do it.â Your last statement causes Lewis to laugh.
âThe baddest bitch huh.â He raises his eyebrow as watches you take a hit from the second joint. You shift your body so that you press your back against his chest and he takes the joint away from you and takes a puff.
âYouâre right though. I canât keep feeling guilty about the carâs poor performance and taking it onto my shoulders when they barely do that for me.â
You hum in agreement as you stroke his arm, drawing patterns nonchalantly over his tattooed skin. âYouâre bigger than the sport. When you leave, theyâre going to be nothing without you.â
âI love the way you gas me up.â He chuckled as he leans down and places kisses along the length of your shoulder.
âNot only are you the undisputed goat of the sport, youâre my man. Itâs a part of my duty to make sure that you never forget that.â
Lewis continues to place kisses on your neck and shoulder with his arms wrapping around your front. You sit there in silence for a while as you share the joint, just holding each other and enjoying the music in the background.
âYou got any projects coming up?â He asks you. That was the end of the previous conversation, which is fine with you. Recently, youâve began to hate speaking about Formula One. It has become draining for the both of you - which is telling because, youâre Lewisâs girlfriend, witnessing everything from the sidelines. You couldnât possibly imagine what it feels for Lewis to be living in it.
âIâve been curating some pieces for some people to add onto my blog. Iâm helping to style Megan in a few days so Iâm really excited about that. Oh! And the readers really love when I upload the pieces Iâve done for you.â
âYou should just be my full time stylist at this point.â He states as he passes you the joint.
âHell no.â You immediately answer. âI love you and I love styling you but you take a lot of work - youâre a perfectionist and thatâs annoying especially when I know what works for you and what the girls want but you argue with me.â Rolling your eyes at the end, a move that causes Lewis to laugh.
âI know what I like.â He shrugs his shoulders.
âAnd I know what you need. Fashion is more than putting a good two piece on.â
âOkay, okay.â He relents as his quiet laughs vibrate through you.
âWould you even pay me?â
âI would pay you and then some. Even give you some special favours.â
âOh? What kind of special favours?â You enquire even though you know what type of favours they would be. Lewis turns you back to face him. You position your legs on each side of his waist. You could feel his soft cock against your inner thigh but you werenât going to turn your attention to that. Youâre more focused on how faded he looks, how faded the both of you are.
His eyes are sitting low, his beautiful lashes nearly touching his cheeks with a slow smile playing on his lips as his hands go under the water and settle on your ass.
âYouâd get to be with me more.â He begins but you interject.
âIâm practically with you all the time as it stands.â
âYeah.â Lewis mumbles before tucking his head into your neck and nibbling on your skin. âIâd get to touch you, youâd get to touch me. Whenever and wherever.â
You bite on your lip and then you begin to feel his fingers curling and gripping into the flesh of your ass to pull you closer.
âOh, I like the sound of that.â You take the joint from the rolling tray to take a big puff and then grab him by the jaw before exhaling the smoke into his mouth and put the joint back down. Lewis lets out a light grumble as your hand curls around the back of his neck and you pull him forward to meet his lips.
You moan into his mouth as his tongue swirls around yours as you continue making out. Lewisâs hand travels up the length of your back, putting pressure on you so that your chest is pressing against his. You nibble on his bottom lip, pulling it into your mouth as your manicured nails dig into his shoulders.
Lewis moves his head so that your lips donât part any further and one of his hands grips one side of your head, keeping you in place as he makes love to your mouth. You sigh softly as rushes of pleasure shoot up and down your spine before settling in your abdomen.
You love the way he kisses you. It completely consumes you every time. The way his mouth moulded against yours, his tongue entangling with yours, his fingers exploring your body like it was the first time.
Itching to be closer to him, in an act of frenzy - you grind your hips forward. His dick begins to harden beneath your thighs but youâre too enthralled with the way heâs kissing you. It sends shivers down your spine. Lewisâs jerk upwards when you roll your hips again which causes you to giggle and finally pull away from the kiss.
âI think this bath has done what it needed to do. I need you in bed. Now.â His voice is low and full of arousal and your thighs clench at how deep his voice has gotten. He slaps the side of your breast which causes you to squeal.
You jump out of the water and reach for the drying towels.
âDrop those towels Princess. Youâre not going to need it for what weâre about to do.â
ruâs letters đ: let me know what you think. also would you like these type of one shots where itâs just a scenario? đ
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things to manifest: spring edition âĄ
it's spring guys!! it literally started 5 days ago but let's pretend im not late đ my spring break starts next week, and im SO excited. here's a list of things to manifest related to spring/spring break!
⥠if ur spring break already happened, manifest that ur school gives you another one!
⥠ur parents surprising you with a vacation, i've listed a couple of places to go below :)
italy
ireland
spain
france
⥠a spring break glow up (imaginary act coming soon?)
⥠going on a cute picnic with your friends
⥠a vintage camera to remember all of ur spring adventures with
⥠sunny weather! for me, spring weather has not come yet and it's still super rainy :(
⥠rare, pretty flowers blooming near your house
⥠woodland animals being drawn to you (snow white coded!!)
⥠a large field to magically appear near ur house so you can live out your main character dreams of running through a field with the wind blowing thru ur hair
⥠an s/o!! idk what it is about spring but it's such a cute time for museum dates, romantic picnics, and baking with someone u love <3
⥠flowers blooming wherever u walk (kinda cliche but who cares)
⥠a cute new spring wardrobe
⥠a bike with a basket so you can go on bike rides and see the beautiful foliage
love,
aaliyah.
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Best of YouTube 2023
Yes, I did spend the first week and change of January on this. I wish I could have had it done for New Years, but too many people came out with incredible work in December, so waiting turned out for the best.
What these creators do are a huge influence on my life, I would honestly have difficulty doing what I do without them. That isn't to say that my favorites of the year are *only* on this image--It was almost impossible to narrow down my favorites. Many creators I wanted to include couldn't fit on a single page, and too many of them made more than one video I wished I could draw too!
But, to all of you, thank you for what you do. You're an inspiration.
For those who don't know, further is an explanation.
At the bottom center is an artistic masterpiece by Defunctland: "Journey to EPCOT Center: A Symphonic History." Over the last several years, Defunctland has risen from delightfully-entertaining commentary on decommissioned theme park attractions to occasionally dropping profound statements on the creation of art itself. "Journey to EPCOT Center: A Symphonic History" is worth treating like the cinematic experience it is: No second screen, you sit your ass down in front of a TV, set down the phone, and then you *watch it.* Any Disney, theme park, or independent film fan needs to pay attention to this one.
Bottom left is Caelan Conrad with their piece "Drop the T - The Deadly Consequences of Gay Respectability Politics." While I do think they've done more visually or artistically-daring pieces before, "Drop the T" is one of the most important videos released on YouTube in today's current climate of hate. We as queer folk (and our allies) need to understand how integral every identity of the queer experience has been since the start of the Civil Rights movement (and before!). While we are not identical, we *are* inseparable, and we deserve having our real history easily accessible.
TERFs and other conservative mouthpieces need not reply. Your opinions are trash. đ
I cannot stop watching and rewatching this video by @patricia-taxxon, "On the Ethics of Boinking Animal People." It's not just a defense of furry fandom and its eccentricities, it's a thoughtful and passionate analysis of what the artform achieves that purely human representation can't. Patricia goes outside of her usual essay format to directly speak to the viewer about the elements that define furry media (the most succinct definition I've ever heard) and just how *human* an act loving animal cartoons really is.
As an artist who can draw furry characters, but never really got into erotic furry art, this video is a treasure. Why did I choose to have her drawn as a Ghibli character, hanging out with one of the tanukis from "Pom Poko?" Guess you'll have to watch, bruh.
Philosophy Tube continuously puts out videos that I would put on this list--I'm not even sure that "A Man Plagiarised my Work: Women, Money, and the Nation" is the best work she released in 2023. However, this video got many conversations going between myself and my partner, and the twist on the tail end of the video shocked us both to such a degree that I had no choice.
At the very tail end of the year, Big Joel released "Fear of Death." On his Little Joel channel, he described it as the singularly best video he's ever done, and I'm inclined to agree. However, for this illustration, I ended up repeatedly going back to a mini-series he did earlier in the year: "Three Stories at the End of the World." All three videos are deeply moving and haunting, and I was brought to tears by "We Must Destroy What the Bomb Cannot." While it may be relatively-common knowledge that the original Gojira (Godzilla) film is horror grappling with the devastation America's rush to atomic dominance inflicted on Japan, Big Joel still manages to bring new words to the discussion. Please watch all three of the videos, but if, for some reason, you must have only one, let it be "We Must Destroy What the Bomb Cannot."
Y'all. Let me confess something. I hate football. I hate watching it, I associate seeing it from the stadiums with some of my worst childhood experiences, I despise collegiate and professional football (as institutions that destroy bodies and offer up children at the feet of its alter as a pillar of American culture)--
I. L o a t h e. Football.
But.
F.D. Signifier could get me to watch an entire hour-plus essay on why I should at least give a passing care. AND HE DID IT. I might think "F*ck the Police," the two-parter on Black conservatism, or his essay on Black men's connection to anime might be "better" videos, but this writer did the impossible and held my limited attention span towards football long enough to make a sincere case for NFL players--and reminds us that millionaires can *in fact* be workers. That alone is testament to his skill.
Sit down and watch "The REAL Reason NFL Running Backs Aren't Getting Paid." Any good anti-capitalist owes it to themselves.
CJ the X continuously puts out stunning, emotional videos, and can do it with the most seemingly-inconsequential starting points. A 30 second song? An incestuous commercial? Five minutes of Tangled? Sure, why not. Go destroy yourself emotionally by watching them. I'm serious. Do it.
Their video Stranger Things and the Meaning of Life manages to to remind us all why the way we react to media does, in fact, matter. Yes, even nostalgia-driven, mass-media schlock. Yes, how we interact with media matters, what it says about us matters, and we all deserve to seek out the whys.
Folding Ideas has spent the last few years articulating exactly why so much of our modern world feels broken, and because of that his voice continuously lives rent-free in my brain. While the tricks that scam artists and grifters use to try to swindle us are never new, the advancement of technology changes the aesthetics of their performances. Portions of Folding Ideas' explanations might seem dry when going into detail of how stocks work in This is Financial Advice, but every bit of it is necessary to peel back the layers of techno-babble and jargon and make sense of the results of "Meme Stocks."
Jessie Gender puts out nothing but bangers, her absolute unit of a video about Star Wars might be my new favorite thing ever, but none of her work hit so profoundly in 2023 than the two-parter "The Myth of 'Male Socialization'" and "The Trauma of Masculinity." There's so much about modern life that isolates and traumatizes us, and so much of it is just shrugged off as "normal." We owe it to ourselves to see the world in more vivid a color palette than we're initially given.
Panels drawn after Kate Beaton and "Ducks: Two Years in the Oil Sands."
"This is Not a Video Essay" is one of the most intense and beautiful pieces of art I've ever put into my eyeballs. Why do we create? What drives us to connect?
I don't even know what else to say about the Leftist Cooks' work, it repeatedly transcends the medium and platform. Watch every single one of their videos, but especially this one.
The likelihood you are terminally online and yet haven't heard of Hbomberguy's yearly forrays into destroying the careers of awful people is pretty slim. Just because it has millions of views doesn't mean that Hbomberguy's "Plagiarism and You(Tube)" isn't worth the hype. Too long? Shut up, it has chapters and YouTube holds your place, anyway. You think a deep dive into a handful of creators is only meaningless drama? Well, you're wrong, you wrong-opinion-haver. Plagiarism is an *everyone* problem because of the actual harm it creates--the history it erases, the labor it devalues, the art it marginalizes--which you would know if you watched "Plagiarism and You(Tube)".
Watch. The damn. Video.
In fact, watch all of them!
Thanks for reading this if you did.
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143 Miles (M)
đPairing: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader
đSummary: You and your boyfriend decide to change up your Valentineâs Day plans this year, so you plan a two-week getaway - or a âlove vacationâ as Seungcheol calls it. With each destination, you fall more and more in love with each other and it may just be your best Valentineâs Day yet.
đGenres & AUs: Fluff, smut, established relationship au, road trip au
đRating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)
đWarnings: Profanity, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweetheart, baby girl), big dick!Cheol
đWords: 5k
đNote: Hereâs my fic for the Cupid For You Fic Exchange hosted by @svthub! Happy Valentineâs Day to my lovely valentine @gyuwoncheol !! đ I hope you enjoy my beloved Paula!!!!! đ â¤ď¸
Thank you to my girlies @horanghater and @onlymingyus - Bambi for always coming in clutch as my beta and Mars for the beautiful banner!! đ
âOkay, on the count of three,â Seungcheol declares once youâre both back in the car. âOneâŚtwoâŚthree!â
You reach into the bag in your lap and dramatically present the trinket to your boyfriend. He bursts into a fit of laughter upon seeing the small smiling frog donned in a cowboy hat resting in the palm of your hand. You quickly notice that heâs holding the same figurine. You join in with him, the two of you cackling in the front seat of the car together. Youâre sure anyone walking would think the two of you look deranged, but neither pays that any mind.
âWell, guess this means weâre tied this round,â you manage when you finally collect yourselves.
âYeah, but Iâm still winning,â Seungcheol boasts, taking the frog from you and putting both away in the backseat.
âBy one point!â
âA win is a win,â your boyfriend shrugs, grinning widely at you. You concede and start the car, somehow forgetting how competitive your boyfriend can be, even over something as silly as a game of who can buy the other the most ridiculous gas station souvenir. Youâre on day three of your cross-country road trip and Seungcheolâs souvenir picks have been just a little sillier than yours. Heâs simply lucky is all.
It was his idea to do something different this Valentineâs Day. You and Seungcheol have been together for almost five years and every year in February youâve done the same thing when it comes to Valentineâs Day. You usually go out on a date somewhere, always a fancy romantic lunch or dinner, and then an activity such as a movie or a trip to the amusement park. Neither of you are ungrateful about the time you spend together, of course. You love one another and anything you do will be enjoyable if youâre together. Your dates are always full of nothing but shared love and admiration for each other. You love Valentineâs Day and celebrate it by spreading more love than usual to your boyfriend and he loves doing the same, but you both wanted to change it up this year, so when Seungcheol brought up going on a road trip, you wasted no time in agreeing.
Initially, you thought about driving from Seoul down to Mokpo, but that is only a 4-hour drive at most and didnât feel like enough of a trip. Thatâs why Seungcheol brought up something that was once on his bucket list: fly to the US and then drive to the other side of it and back. He mentioned that it was something heâd always seen in American teen movies growing up and he always thought it looked fun and like a way to get even closer to the people you care about. And since youâre the person heâs closest to and cares about the most, he wouldnât want to do this with anyone but you.
It didnât take you much convincing either. You can never say no to a good road trip, so you both took time off work at the beginning of February, packed your suitcases, and booked a flight to New York. From there, you rented a car - a BMW to be exact, at your boyfriendâs insistence. (âItâs our love vacation! We have to drive in luxury!â) Then start your journey to Washington, planning to stop at as many states in between as you can.
Youâve finally made it into New Mexico with the end goal of getting to Las Vegas to stay for a night. Neither of you had many goals for where you would stay or what youâd do when you got to every state and are just winging it. Itâs more fun that way.
Well, except when it comes to your souvenirs. You decide to stop at a gas station in each state for the wildest souvenir you can find after you unearth an Empire State Building-shaped mood ring right before you leave New York. Itâs an extremely impractical shape and you demand that he put it on as soon as you leave.
Once you get back onto the highway Seungcheol fiddles with his phone, making sure his Bluetooth is connected.
The familiar first notes of âSugar Weâre Going Downâ by Fall Out Boy start and your mouth quirks up into a smile. Every time itâs your turn to drive on the trip, Seungcheol insists on playing the playlist of your favorite songs that he made for you. The gesture still makes you feel warm at how thoughtful he always is, even when it comes to the little things.
Drumming your fingertips on the steering wheel, you relax in your seat. Seungcheol turns the volume up and rolls down his window just a bit. The February air is a little crisp, but not too cold. As soon as Patrick starts belting over the speakers, you join in, singing the song word-for-word as you go. Other than talking and playing silly road games, a favorite of both of yours has been using the car as your karaoke room.Â
Both of you have more than enough playlists to never run out of a soundtrack to your drive and youâre not shy about singing around one another. For the first few hours at the start of the drive, you had nearly gotten a sore throat from how serious you were at road trip karaoke. You were only missing a tambourine and the typical multi-colored karaoke laser lights.
The drive to Nevada will take nine hours, so you do half of that drive, and that whole time you and your boyfriend sing your hearts out on the way. Every once in a while, he reaches over to feed you a chocolate at your request for a snack. He makes sure that his finger grazes your lip or your teeth each time, chuckling when you nip at his digits or place tiny kisses on them. Little moments like this with Seungcheol make your heart even more full, which you didnât think was possible, yet here you are - falling more and more in love with him each simple moment like this.
When Paramore comes on shuffle, Seungcheol goes all out during âAinât It Fun,â doing all of the ad-libs and being the guitar and the drums. At this point, youâve made it more into town and hit a stoplight after passing nothing but dirt and rocks.
It gives you a chance to look at him, admiring the way his dark hair falls in his eyes - the eyes that turn into half moons when he smiles wide and laughs loudly. You canât help but swoon over the giggle he lets out when he notices you watching him put on a solo concert, his dimple making its appearance and you want nothing more than to lean over and kiss it. And then kiss him on his lips that you know are so soft and warm and made perfectly to fit against yours like a puzzle piece.
So you do. You lean over the console quickly when he turns to you again and gives you a closed-mouth smile. Seungcheol lets out a noise of surprise, but gladly accepts the kiss, his hand reaching to cup your chin as your lips move slowly against his.
A honk from the car behind you makes you spring apart and then you remember where you are and see the green of the stoplight in front of you, indicating that youâve got to focus on the road again. Seungcheol reaches over to take your hand as you start driving again, placing a kiss on the top of it, keeping it in his hold as you continue, both of you getting back to your playlist and the road ahead. You canât help the way your heart swells and you almost donât want this moment to end. You would travel around the world and back if it meant you could do it with Seungcheol.
When the sun sets on your journey, Seungcheol has always insisted that even if itâs not his turn, heâll do the driving. Heâs halfway through the state of Arizona when it gets darker and heâs behind the wheel. You didnât stay in New Mexico long, only stopping to refuel and make sure to see what that gas station has to offer in the form of trinkets. Not much, as it turns out, but you manage to win this round of your game when you snag a keychain with an alien riding a donkey while all Seungcheol finds is a pen in the shape of a chili pepper with a mustache. He couldnât not give you that point even if he tried to argue with you just a little about it.
Seungcheol hums along to his music, keeping it low enough not to disturb you while you try to sleep. He passes a mountain range, briefly admiring how the moonlight shines on the red rocks surrounding you. His attention quickly gets diverted to you when you turn in your seat to face him. You have the smallest pout on your lips and your eyebrows are scrunched up the tiniest bit. Cheol knows how hard it is for you to fall asleep in the car, but he still makes you try so you can get rest.
His eyes focus on the road, but he canât help but steal glances at you and your cute expression. Not only does the moonlight bounce off of the nature around, but it also does the same to your face. It highlights your cheeks that he loves to pinch, your nose that he loves to boop, and your perfect lips that he loves to kiss. Your facial muscles relax when you seem to slip into a state of rest finally and the sight of your expression that he can only describe as angelic has his stomach doing flips.Â
Itâs been almost five years and every single day that he gets to look at you, he counts just how lucky he is to call you his. From the moment he met you, you occupied space in Seungcheolâs mind, and to this day, over everything else in his life that swirls around in his brain, he always comes back to you. Your face, your voice, your body, your everything. You are everything to him and heâll tell you every single day for the rest of your lives.
âI love you, so much,â He whispers as one of your favorite songs plays through the car and you stir, just a little.Â
Look at the stars, look how they shine for you. And everything you do.
A smile tugs at the corner of his as he glances your way again. The stars, the moon, the sun, all of it truly does shine for you and only you - his whole world.
When your phoneâs calendar reads February 14th, you and Seungcheol finally make it to Las Vegas and you decide to treat yourselves to a fancier hotel. Instead of the usual 3-star hotels (and a few seedy motels) you stayed at along the trip, Seungcheol finds the nicest hotel that the two of you can afford. You even get so lucky as to somehow snag the honeymoon suite. âIt is our love vacation after all,â being his reason yet again.Â
You definitely donât complain when you walk into the room and kick your shoes off, immediately taken aback at just how fancy and spotless everything in the room looks. The bed is the biggest you think youâve ever seen and is covered in rose petals. The large window across the room overlooks the city of Las Vegas, the neon lights brightening up the room before you even turn the lights on. The furniture looks modern and clean and the room even smells fresh yet sweet. You canât place the scent of the air freshener, but you love it nonetheless.
âHoly shit, this is the nicest hotel room Iâve ever been in!â You marvel, running and plopping onto the large bed. The bed is big enough for you to starfish comfortably on and you start making comforter angels, Seungcheol laughing as he flops next to you.Â
âOnly the best for my girl,â he hums, squeezing your socked feet, forcing a sigh out of you.
âDamn, Iâm so sore.â
âWell if youâre interested, thereâs a more comfortable place for your sore spots.â
You lift your head to look at Cheol and follow where his finger is pointing. Thereâs a half wall across the room made of decorative swirls of metal that you can see straight through. On the other side sits a large jacuzzi bathtub.
âIs that our tub?!â You spring up from the bed and rush over, eyes widening at the size.Â
Seungcheol comes up behind you while youâre admiring, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close. âThat definitely looks like our very own giant, two-people-sized tub.â
âLooks like it has jets too.â Your hands rest atop his, fingers threading together.
âI think I even see some bubble bath on the counter over there.â Lips meet the back of your neck, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.
âHmm, how about I get the bath going and you grab the bottle of champagne chilling in that bucket by the bed? Then we can order room service. Iâd love some good sushi.âÂ
âSounds like a plan.â Seungcheol punctuates his sentence with a final light kiss on your neck. You have to quite literally peel yourself from him, but you manage it as the two of you split up.
It only takes a few minutes for him to grab the bottle along with the two glasses and for you to get the bath running. As soon as the water is warm and bubbly, you and Seungcheol shed your clothes on the floor as you each slip into the tub with you sitting between his legs. He manages to find the button that powers the tub, the jets hitting you at all sides, including your outstretched feet.
You relax into the water, tilting your head back, and resting on Seungcheolâs shoulder.
âI have some bad news for you, Cheol.â
âWhat is it?âÂ
âI think I must pass away here, just like this.â
Your boyfriend breathes out a laugh behind you, wrapping you in his arms again.
âYouâre telling me youâd just up and leave me like that? And to stay with a bathtub no less!â You can hear the pout in Cheolâs voice and it makes you giggle.
âItâs nothing personal, baby, but I mean you canât produce jet streams of soothing water.âÂ
âHmmm. That may be true, but I can do this.â
Seungcheolâs fingers dance up the front of your body, gently cupping your breasts and squeezing. His fingers tweak your nipples in between gropes, making you let out a surprised moan.Â
You practically melt into Seungcheolâs chest as he plays with your sensitive buds and your eyes flutter closed.
Soft moans fall from your lips as your head lolls to the side, Seungcheol using the opportunity to latch his lips to the side of your neck. His teeth scrape over your skin, nipping and biting along the way.Â
Seungcheol has always loved to mark you. He loves leaving not only signs to others that youâre his, but every hickey and every bruise is a little reminder that heâs the one who makes you feel good and heâs the one that you always come home to at the end of the day. Not that you need a reminder because youâll always come back to Seungcheol no matter what.
You count at least two reminders now, one on the side of your neck and another at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His fingers never leave your nipples, the stimulation already making you nothing but putty in his hands. If you werenât in the tub youâre sure youâd be making a mess of whatever panties you would be wearing.
Your boyfriend trails kisses from your shoulder, up your neck, to your ear, and lands on your cheek, peppering your face with a few more kisses. His plush, slightly chapped lips kiss any spot he can reach as his hands trail down from your waist to your thighs. Seungcheol opens your legs wide and shifts you both around in the tub. The moment the jet across from your body hits your clit, you let out a shriek and Seungcheol knows heâs positioned you the way he wants to.
The tub jet feels like heaven coupled with Seungcheolâs relentless hands that are back on your tits, cupping and squeezing in the perfect way you need it.
âNgh, Cheol!â
âHmm? What is it, baby?â
âF-fuck. I need you.â
âYou need me? But didnât you say a little while ago that you wanted to stay with the tub since it has jets? Arenât you enjoying the jets right now?â His tone is smug yet teasing, warm breath hitting your ear and making you shiver.
âCheol, please!â you pout at him, doing your best to beg in between whines.
âOh, so you do need me, huh?â
âYes!â
âAnd what is it that you need, sweetheart?â
Seungcheol tugs at one of your nipples harshly, making you jolt. You feel so close to cumming already, but you do your best to hold off. You want to cum around Seungcheolâs cock or even his fingers - something, anything of his.
You voice this to your boyfriend, choking and stumbling over your words along the way. Seungcheolâs gaze is heavy as he peers down at you, enjoying how you squirm and wiggle in his hold. Your head is resting on his shoulder as you look up at him, batting your eyelashes and pouting extra hard. He loves it when he can see how needy you are for him and how much you want him. He especially loves all of the noises you make for him - the pants and the moans and the whispers of his name.Â
He needs to hear more from your pretty lips, and he knows exactly how to do that.
With a smirk, one of Seungcheolâs hands releases your tit and trails between your legs. The tip of a finger taps against your clit, an embarrassing moan tumbling out of you in response.Â
The thick digit slides into your eager pussy and it takes everything in you not to sob at the feeling. Seungcheol crooks his finger as he pistons his hand and the heel of his palm knocks against your clit each time. You practically dissolve into his hold while his other hand plays with your nipple, your brain already turning to mush at all of these sensations combined.
âFuck, sweetheart, listen to you. You sound so fucking pretty.â
âC-CheolâŚâ
âGod I love it when you say my name. I wanna hear it again,â Seungcheol slips another finger into you, and you yelp out his name again without even thinking about it. His pace quickens, fucking you with his fingers as quickly as the bubbly water around you will allow.Â
âYes! Please donât stop, Cheol, please!â
âMm, I wonât, baby. Want you to cum for me. Come on, pretty girl, let go for me.â Seungcheolâs voice is so deep that you practically feel it in the pit of your stomach. The pads of his fingers digging into your sweet spot, the jet from the tub still pelting your clit each time his hand moves, and his hard cock digging into your lower back are enough to have your world tilting and your orgasm knocking into you as soon as he tells you to let go.Â
Your body stiffens as you cum, the shrill sound of his name that you let out sounds too loud in your ears, but Seungcheol eats it up. He curses under his breath, telling you another handful of times how pretty you sound and how beautiful you look falling apart for him.Â
Seungcheol caresses your cheek and chin as you come down and when your breathing seems to steady, he tilts your face back and kisses you. His lips meld with yours, kissing you as if heâll never get the chance again, making you even dizzier.
His tongue prods at the seam of your lips and when you let him in, he swallows up all of the desperate little sounds you puff out. He pulls back from your lips suddenly so he can help you turn around in his lap. The water in the tub sloshes as you get comfortable facing him and straddling his waist.Â
Neither of you wants to waste any more time, the carnal desire to have Seungcheol inside of you is a mutual feeling.
The head of Seungcheolâs swollen cock prods at your sensitive folds, whimpers falling from your lips as you start to sink onto his length. His hands hold your hips as you lower until heâs completely sheathed between your wet walls. You and Seungcheol have had sex more times throughout your relationship than you think you can feasibly count, and each and every time the stretch is familiar but always succeeds in taking your breath away.Â
âShit, CheolâŚâ
âFeel good, baby? My fat cock stretching you out?â Seungcheol grunts between clenched teeth.Â
âYes, s-so good, Cheollie.âÂ
âYouâre still so fucking tight, baby.â He winces when he feels your walls twitch, squeezing his dick and momentarily making him speechless. âFuck, you feel so good.â
With Seungcheolâs grip tight on your hips, he helps you lift a little, letting his cock slip nearly all the way out before you slam back down and heâs shoved inside of you to the hilt. You share a groan as he helps you ride him, finding a steady rhythm. The water around you continues to splash, but he only moves you in his lap faster.Â
Your head falls back as you alternate between bouncing on his cock and swiveling your hips, letting out curses and calls of his name. Seungcheol bucks his hips up to meet your movements, fucking up into you as much as he can in the slippery tub.
âShit, you look so beautiful like this. You were made to take my cock, you know that, baby? This pussy was made for me.â
âYes, yes, yes, fuck!â His compliments only spur you on, your fingernails digging into the thick skin of his shoulders as you grind on him. Your thighs are starting to burn, but you ignore it. The feeling of your boyfriendâs girth driving up into you over and over makes you feel floaty, everything around you fading away. The only thing you feel and the only thing you know is Seungcheol and his hands on your moist skin, his lips sucking bruises onto your tits, and his dick kissing your g-spot with each harsh thrust.
Seungcheol knows your body better than anyone, so he knows when youâre going to cum. He notices the frantic cries, the way your body shakes, and that far-away look in your eyes.
âGonna cum for me, beautiful?â
âY-yes, fuck yes.â
âThatâs right, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. Can you do that?â
âMmhmm! Iâm so close, Cheollie!â
âI know, baby girl, I know,â Seungcheol moans against your chest, burying his head in between your tits as he drives his hips up so hard, you almost lose your balance. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. âIâm close too, fuck - gonna fill you up. Can you handle that, baby girl?â
âA-always! I can a-always handle y-you, baby,â you gasp out, your stomach tightening and your body buzzing the closer you get.
Seungcheol keeps one arm around you while the other snakes in between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit without even having to try. The stimulation shocks you and has you mumbling gibberish, a mix of your boyfriendâs name and pleading words. Your fingers slide up and into his dark locks, threading your fingers through the brunette strands and tugging, making him growl into your skin.
âPlease, fuck, Cheol Iâm gonna cum!âÂ
âI love you so much baby,â Seungcheol nearly explodes right on the spot with how your gummy walls clench around him again, but he manages to hold off. âCum for me, sweetheartâŚâ He nips at the side of your breast and applies more dizzying pressure to your clit.
âI l-love you too! Iâm cum - fuck!â Your words are cut off with a scream as you tumble right over the edge, cumming harder than you did the first time, tears pricking the edge of your eyes.
Seungcheol lets go right after you, his face still in your chest as he holds you close, moaning out words of pleasure, love, and admiration about you and how you feel like âliteral fucking heavenâ and how youâre his and his only. Seungcheol pumps you full of him, his warm seed dripping from your throbbing pussy and mixing with the remaining bubbles around you. Somewhere in between his pussy-drunk babbles your ears pick up something about making you his wife.
You both stay where you are for a few minutes, your fingers lazily raking through his hair as he keeps you close to him, placing small, closed-mouth kisses on your hot skin.
âI love you so much,â he mumbles, letting out a sigh as his hand, still between your bodies, moves to rest on your thigh.
âI love you too, Cheol,â you sigh back, a drunken-post orgasm smile on your lips. Even through your haze, you didnât forget what he said. âDid youâŚdid you mean what you said?â you whisper out, hoping he knows what youâre referring to.
âWhich part?â His question sounds calm, but you notice the way his fingers on your thigh press into your skin a little harder.
âThe part about making me your wife?â A fraction of a second of silence hangs between you both and part of you starts to panic. What if he only meant it at the moment? Youâve had fleeting conversations about one day being married, but it was always lighthearted and more in a âone day we willâ way.
When Seungcheol finally answers you, itâs in the form of a sigh. Wordlessly, he lifts you from his softening cock and untangles your limbs, sitting you down in the tub.Â
âI didnât want to do this now or like this, but I canât hold it anymore. Especially not when you ask me and look at me like that.â He steps out of the tub, giving you another look before sticking his feet in his complimentary hotel slippers and shuffling into the main part of the room.Â
You watch him rummage around in his suitcase before he comes back to the tub and kneels on the bath mat, facing you. You immediately spot the red velvet box in his hands and you gasp, tears immediately gathering in your eyes.
âI wanted to do this when we got to Washington and say some cheesy words about seeing the world with you and traveling everywhere with you for the rest of our lives, but I canât wait any longer. Y/n Y/l/n, will you do me the honor of being my forever Valentine and be my wife?â The emerald stone of the ring shines back at you, surrounded by small diamonds on a gold band.
âYes! Of course I will, Cheol!â you sob, tears blurring your vision as he plucks the ring from the box and slips it onto your finger, placing a kiss on your knuckle after itâs securely on.Â
Seungcheol cups your face with both hands as he leans forward and kisses you. The kiss is soft and warm and you can just feel the love that Choi Seungcheol holds for you in his heart seep out. His love overtakes you, your heart feeling more full than you think itâs ever been.
âI love you so much, Y/n.â he sighs when he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.
âI love you too, Seungcheol. So fucking much.â
Your boyfriend fiance smiles widely at you, his own eyes red-rimmed with potential tears as he scans your face. âI canât wait to officially make you my wife. And you know, if you want, we are in Vegas so we could technically make it official tonight.â
With a sniffle, you shake your head. âPatience, my love. We can worry about all that wedding stuff when we get home. Letâs just focus on us and this, and right now.âÂ
He pouts dramatically before kissing your forehead. âFine, Iâll wait.â
âGood boy,â you giggle, watching the way his eyes darken at your playful praise. âNow, how about we actually open that champagne and order room service? Iâm still craving sushi badly.â
With a chuckle Seungcheol nods, standing as goes back into the room to look for the room service menu.
âWhatever you want, sweetheart. We have all night to eat anything you want to order.âÂ
âGood, because if they have good pizza I want that later too. Oh! Or maybe kimchi jeon if they happen to have that!â Seungcheol chuckles at your enthusiasm as he comes back with the menu.Â
Before you order, he helps you out of the tub when you complain about the water going cold. Dinner is put on hold again when you decide that a warm shower in the luxurious shower stall in the bathroom should come first before you get comfortable for the evening.
In between the warm water cascading over you and Seungcheol helping wash your back, you end up bent over the bench in the shower, Seungcheol slipping into your still-aching cunt again.Â
As your fiance makes you cry out around him yet again, somewhere between the moans and grunts, youâre both able to whisper âI love youâ and âHappy Valentine's Dayâ when you share another blissful orgasm.Â
Tomorrow youâll be back on the road and back to making the rounds for silly souvenirs, but tonight itâs all about you and Seungcheol and this moment right here. You canât wait to have many, many more Valentineâs Days with the love of your life.
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