#not my fault he thought about there probably not being air in a place where he might be dead

[a-lonely-tatertot]

Bitches will close tumblr on a computer to try and focus only to open it on their phone two seconds later its me im bitches

[f1goat]

more than friends ; lando norris + part two

In which your best friend is going to help you to gain more sexual experience and say goodbye to your insecurities, but he's quick to discover that he never wants to share you and your new experiences with others - the only problem being, him having to confess his feelings.

masterlist - playlist

fem!y/n x lando norris

warnings: smut with a plot. minors dni! probably grammar or spelling errors due to english not being my first language.

requested: yes, based on this request: something with a driver sister that’s still a virgin & lando (her bestfriend) suggests to teach her things

a/n: this is a rewritten story, you can find the explanation on my profile

part one

“Lan, can we keep this uh..” You can’t find the right words to use at first, but after a short silence you continue your sentence, “this thing between us a secret?” You finish your question.

Lando is driving the two of you towards the restaurant where you’re meeting with Max and his girlfriend Pietra. Since you have gotten into his McLaren, you have felt a bit stressed. What if Lando already told Max what happened between you two? They have been friends for ages and don’t have secrets for each other. It’s possible that Lando already texted or called him while you were making yourself ready. Lando looks at you and notices the stressful look on your face. He tries to help you to relax by putting his hand on your thigh. 

“Of course,” he answers your question, softly he squeezes your thigh. 

It’s not that Lando and you aren’t touchy - maybe a bit too touchy for friends, but since this morning everything feels different. Every simple touch Lando gives you reminds you of what happened this morning. It causes you to get a bit turned on again. It’s not your fault. You’re shower wasn’t relaxing after Lando started about shower sex. You haven’t cum in a couple days and now you’re feeling more frustrated with the second about it. It also doesn’t help that Lando is looking way too good and you now know how his lips feel on yours.

You can’t smell anything else then Lando his aftershave. It’s not a new fragrance or something that you haven’t noticed before, but now you know how it smells when he’s pressed up against you. Softly you sigh. How are you suppose to act normal today? How are you going to think straight? Your thoughts are going everywhere right now, expect for the things that matter. How are you going to focus on lunch?

Lando parks the car and waits for you to get out. Together you walk towards the restaurant. You really try to stop thinking about everything that happened, but you can’t. Lando his body pressed up against yours, his lips on yours, his tongue inside your mouth, his firm grip in your body. How are you supposed to forget things like these? You can barely think about anything else. 

“Are you okay?” Lando suddenly asks you. When you look at him you’re quick to notice his worrying look at you. You don’t know what to answer to him. Are you okay? Is it okay to only think about your best friend in a sexual way? It’s probably not. You must be mental. 

“Uh yeah,” you eventually answer. 

Lando puts his arm around your shoulders while walking next to you. “You look a bit flustered,” he tells you. You feel your cheeks heating up even more. “It’s kinda cute,” Lando adds. Can it be possible that your cheeks are actually burning now? Fuck. You wonder how red you are right now.

Maybe it’s a good thing that you have finally reached the restaurant. Maybe it’s not. Max and Pietra are already sending the both of you weird looks. Maybe it’s because Lando his arm is still wrapped around your body? Lando doesn’t pay attention to the weird looks from his friends. He lets you go and pulls back a chair for you to sit on, before taking place himself at the table.

After ordering lunch you decide to get a bit of air and go to the toilet. Pietra is quick to join you. You are not paying attention to the story she’s telling you. You’re trying to get your mind straight. It’s hopeless. You can’t even pay attention to what anyone is saying during the lunch. You try to focus on Pietra her story, but it’s hard to stop thinking about Lando and what happened.

While you were walking away towards the toilet with Pietra, Max is already starting to ask multiple questions at his friend. 

“Did you finally tell her about your crush?” He asks Lando. 

Lando sends his friend a confused look while answering, “No, of course not.”

“Then why are you this touchy with her?” Max asks confused, “and why is she looking at you all flustered the whole time?”

“I don’t know,” Lando mutters. It takes him a lot to keep this secret from Max. Normally he says everything to his friend, but he just promised you to keep this a secret. 

“You did something stupid right?” Max asks him. Before Lando can answer, he’s already continuing with talking. “You look like you did something really stupid and even worse, that you’re happy with it,” Max adds. It’s insane how well Max knows him. 

“You might be right,” Lando confesses, “but I can’t tell you.”

“You can’t tell me?” Max asks confused.

“No,” Lando sighs, “Sorry man.”

When Pietra and you return to the table, the normal conversations are quick to make a return. You try to participate in them, but are still feeling unfocused. Whenever you try to focus on the stories everyone is telling, you’re quick to let your thoughts drift off to Lando. You’re glad when the lunch is over. Hurried you leave the restaurant to get back in to Lando his car. You wonder if this is much better, since it’s making it even harder to think straight. Lando his hand has found his way back to your thigh. He’s drawing circles onto it while driving. 

“Anything else you want to do today?” Lando asks you. 

“No, not really,” you reply, “I could use some sleep after yesterday night.”

Lando lets out a soft disappointed whine. You show him a confused look. 

“The triple header is starting in two days,” Lando explains, “and I want to spent time with you before I need to leave.”

You feel your cheeks reddening once again. Of course you know about Lando his triple header, but after everything that happened yesterday and today you forgot about it for a bit. Sometimes you join Lando for his races, but you can’t always join him. Your work as influencer gives you a lot of freedom, but there are also some obligations coming with it. Of course you already thought about joining Lando, but you don’t know if that will work out this time. And he didn’t really ask, so you decided to keep quiet about it. Although it pains you when you think about Lando leaving for three weeks.

“What do you want to do?” You question Lando.

“A movie night?” He suggests. 

“It’s not even afternoon yet,” you laugh.

“Yeah, first we’ll go to the shop,” Lando explains excited, “for the snacks, of course.”

You nod to show Lando that you agree with him. He shows you an excited smile.

“And then you can take a small nap,” Lando continues, “and after we’ll order some take out and then we do the movie night.” 

“That sounds great Lan,” you reply, “certainly the napping part.”

Lando laughs and starts to change his directions, quickly driving towards the closest grocery store.

+++

A few hours later you’re laying on the couch at Lando his home. There are some snacks standing in front of you on the table, but you don’t want to leave your position to reach for them. On the television is a horror movie playing, but you have no idea about what it actually is. You can’t focus. You focus has been gone for a long time today, but now while laying on the couch pressed up against Lando, things are only getting worse. 

You feel every movement Lando makes. When he get startled from a part from the movie, you feel the way his crotch brushes against your ass. When he relaxes again, he starts to draw circles onto your leg with his fingers. You stare at his hand. Why haven’t you realized before how big his hands are? Now that you have noticed, you can only think about his hands on your body. How nice will it feel when he uses them for your more private parts? His long fingers sliding in to your - 

“Fuck,” Lando mutters after another jump scare. You let out a soft chuckle. Lando pulls you closer to himself, causing you to let your head lay onto his chest. He starts to play with your hair while focussing on the movie. You give it another try to focus on the movie, but you can’t seem to succeed. You’re only thinking about Lando and everything that happened. 

Lando uses his other hand to continue drawing figures onto your thigh. It’s making you lose your mind. He seems so close to the part of your body where you want him, but he’s also so far away from it. You feel yourself aching for him to touch you. 

“Aren’t you scared babygirl?” Lando asks you suddenly, “Normally you’re more scared then me.”

His new nickname for you gives you butterflies. “Hm,” you let out before thinking about your actual answer, should you confess that you can’t focus on the movie? Then maybe Lando will finally do something about it. “I’m a bit distracted,” you confess eventually. Lando looks away from the screen to look at you. 

“Distracted?” Lando asks you a bit confused. You show him a nod as answer. “By what?” He continues to ask you. 

You feel a blush creeping onto you cheeks. Now that you have said A, you need to tell Lando the B as well. And maybe the rest of the alphabet - expect for the part that you have been in love with him for ages… Fuck. You let out a soft sigh. What are you doing to yourself. 

“I uhm,” you start before closing your mouth again. What are you going to say? You can’t just say how horny you have been since this morning. Right? “I can’t stop thinking about this morning,” you eventually tell Lando, “about what we did.”

Lando is quick to pause the movie. “Do you regret it?” He asks you. 

“No,” you’re quick to reply, you hear how your voice became louder for the simple word.

“But?” Lando continues to ask.

“I uh,” you start to ramble, “I’m turned on.” Your cheeks heat up when you realize what you just said. “I have been for the whole fucking day,” you continue to ramble. 

Lando almost laughs out loud when he hears your words. He can barely withhold his laugh. Fuck, he thought you regretted things that happened this morning but you just told him the opposite. He shows you a genuine smile. He changes his position a bit so he can look you into your eyes. His hand leaves your body. It causes you to let out a soft whimper. You instantly miss the feeling of his hand on your body. Lando lets out a soft chuckle when he hears your reaction. 

“You’re turned on?” Lando asks you, he needs to be sure. What if he imaged it? When he sees the small nod you use to answer him, he can’t hold back his new question. “Do you want me to do something about it?” He questions you. It’s desperate how quick you’re nodding again. “What did I tell you baby,” Lando tuts, “I need words.”

“Please do something about it,” you tell Lando with a soft tone in your voice.

Lando feels his own pants tighten around a specific area when he hears your words. He never thought you would be the type to (almost) beg for things like this. Fuck. He needs you all for himself. He wants to hear you beg for him again and again for the rest of his life. After thinking about you begging for him once again, since he can’t lose that thought since this morning, he reacts to your earlier words. He pulls you back on top of himself. You let out a soft gasp from his sudden movements. Lando smiles at your reaction. His hands are quick to find the hem of your pants. You’re glad about the loose pants your wearing. Now that you look at them you notice that these are Lando his sweats. They fit you way too loose, which causes them to give Lando the possibility to slide his hand underneath them easily. 

You feel him doing it. His hand moves underneath the sweatpants. He’s finally coming closer to the place you have wanted him for the whole day. You feel his hand palming your pubic mouth. It’s a shame that your string is still in his way. You need to feel his skin against your own. 

In the mean time Lando presses a soft kiss against your neck. It causes you to let out a soft moan. How can everything he does to you feel this good? He’s barely doing anything and you’re already a mess underneath his touch. You almost feel ashamed, but you can’t focus on thinking like that when Lando presses another kiss to your neck.

“You’re so responsive to me,” Lando mutters, “and fucking hell, I like that very much.” He presses more kisses against your neck and shoulders. 

Lando starts to draw figures on your string with his finger. You feel him slowly coming closer to your clitoris. The sensitive bud is aching for his touch. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” Lando asks you. You’re quick to let out a no. “Good,” Lando replies. You barely heard his reaction, it’s more a whisper then a word. But still, you heard it and it causing you to feel all kind of things.

His finger slides under your string. You feel him caressing around your private parts. He is still not touching you exactly where you want him, but he’s coming closer and closer. When he slides his finger through your labia, you let out another moan. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” Lando mutters surprised. 

He moves his finger a bit, he’s almost touching your clit now. It almost feels like he’s doing it on purpose when he moves his finger away only inches from your clit. 

“Do you want this?” Lando asks you, he needs to hear you again. “Yes,” you tell Lando with a desperate voice. 

Lando moves his finger once again. You let out a hard moan when you feel his finger touch your clit. This is exactly what you needed. You have touched yourself before - to be honest, you have masturbated quite a lot, but it’s nothing in comparison with Lando his hands.

“Fuck,” you mutter when Lando flicks his finger around your clit.

He slides his fingers through your slit. Using your own moist to wet his fingers. You feel his finger coming closer towards your entrance. Without any patience you wait for him to continue and to press his finger into you. But Lando doesn’t. He pulls his finger back, causing you to let out a whine. 

“Patience babygirl,” he whispers into your ear before pressing multiple kisses around your neck. You turn your head a bit and press your lips against Lando’s. He’s quick to react to your sudden movements. He didn’t expect you to do something like this, but he’s happy with it. He notices that you open your mouth a bit, Lando is quick to make use of that. He softly sucks on your lower lip. It causes you to let out another moan. 

Lando can safely state that your moans are becoming his favorite sound. In his ears they’re angelic. He wants to pull out every moan of you that you own. He wants to be the one who hears all your moans, who causes all of them. No one else should ever hear this, he doesn’t want to share this sound with anyone else. Never. 

Those thoughts cause him to realize how stupid he really is. His feelings will come in the way. They already do. But when you buck your hips, so you can feel his hand better, he’s quick to forget about his feelings fucking things up. Problems for later he thinks before spending all his attention to you. 

He moves his hand back to your clit. Slowly drawing figures on it. He quickly earns another moan from you. His other hand is moving towards your chest. He slides underneath your sweater, or now that he looks at it he realizes that this is his sweater. It surprises him when he realizes that you’re not wearing anything underneath it. 

“Fuck babygirl,” he groans. Then he softly grabs one of your breasts and starts kneading it. He increases his pace with his movements on your clitoris. You feel your stomach tighten from his movements. 

“More Lan,” you whisper softly. Lando raises his brows and looks at you. It causes you to add another word, “Please.” Fuck, Lando thinks to himself, you’re going to be the death of him. He reacts to your words and increases his speed even more. He also tightens his grab on your breast. You reward him with another serie of moans. You almost start to feel ashamed for the sounds that are coming out of your mouth, but you can’t help it. Lando makes you feel all kind of things.

“You’re making the prettiest sounds for me,” Lando whispers in your ear. “All for me,” he adds a bit louder.

You feel yourself getting close to an orgasm. Familiair waves of pleasure are already washing over you, they are starting to get more intense with the second. It’s insane how Lando makes you feel. You don’t recognize these feelings, it has never been this intense when you used your own hands.

“I’m close,” you confess.

Lando his hand moves closer to your entrance again. He feels around it. You need to feel him inside of you. Why isn’t his finger inside of you? You back your hips again, hoping that Lando will get the hint and will put his finger inside you. Lando knows what you want, he didn’t even need the hint, but he wants to hear it.

When it starts to take too long, he asks you himself. He needs to know for sure that you want this. “Want me inside?” He asks you. He uses as less words as he can, he needs to hear your answer quickly. “Yes please,” you whine.

Lando lets his finger enter you. Slowly he moves inside of you. He feels your walls tighten around his finger. He increases his pace a bit and starts to finger fuck you properly. Still with a slow pace, but enough for you to let out multiple moans. He feels your walls getting even tighter around his finger. 

The waves of pleasure are hitting you harder and harder. Your stomach has formed itself into a tight ball which is waiting for release. Moans keep leaving your mouth, you can’t even stop them. “So close,” you tell Lando.

Lando doubts for a couple seconds, but then makes his decision. He slowly lets another finger enter you. He moves slowly at first, but when hearing your moans he’s quick to increase his pace. You feel your orgasm reaching. You want to tell Lando about it, but there are only coming moans out of your mouth. Lando kneads your breast firmly. While giving his attention to your breast and pussy, he also presses a few kisses against your neck. When he softly sucks on the skin of your neck, you feel yourself letting go.

A train of moans is getting out of your mouth without you realizing it. Waves of pleasure are hitting over you. Your orgasm has finally reached you and it has never felt this good before. Lando feels your walls clenching around his fingers. He decreases his speed until he isn’t moving his fingers into you anymore. Slowly he removes his fingers from you when he notices that your orgasm is close to being done. 

You look at Lando and think about what to say to him, but when you notice what he’s doing you don’t even know which words exist anymore. He puts his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean. Fuck. This is an image you can’t forget for the rest of your life. He looks so hot while doing so it almost makes you crave another orgasm right now. 

“Next time I want to taste you,” Lando states after removing his fingers from his mouth. 

Fuck. You’re turned on all over again. What is Lando - your best friend, doing to you? You let out a soft whine. This is actually insane. Lando presses a soft kiss against your cheek. You show him a small smile.

“Was it good?” He asks you a bit nervous.

“It’s never been this good when I did it myself,” you confess.

“Maybe I’ll teach you one day,” Lando tells you. 

“Maybe?” You ask surprised.

“For now I like to be the person who makes you feel like this,” Lando states.

Fuck. Your stomach tightens. You don’t know if it’s because of the butterflies that are all around it or because you feeling yourself getting more turned on again with the second. Lando is doing all kind of things to you and none of them are suppose to happen between best friends. 

“Are you staying over?” Lando asks you suddenly.

You feel confused because of his sudden question which is another subject then before, but you’re quick to shift towards the subject. Lando can be quite fast with switching between different things, you’re used to it. You show him a small smile, “Of course Lan,” you reply to his question.

Lando pulls you into a short hug. “Let’s go to bed then,” he tells you when he releases you. 

“What about the movie?” You ask surprised. Not that you care about the movie, but normally Lando needs to watch a move in one sitting. 

Lando shrugs, “It’s not like you were paying attention,” he jokes. You laugh softly. “And I’m in the mood to cuddle,” he continues, “and that’s an important part of aftercare!”

“Aftercare?” You ask surprised. The term isn’t new to you, but you never really knew what it included. And to be honest, you’re surprised that Lando knows about it and seems serious about it as well. 

“Yes, it’s the most important part,” Lando explains, “After you’ve done something sexual, you need to make sure that you get some rest and that you still feel good with it. Emotionally and physically.” 

You realize that Lando thinks you don’t know what aftercare is. You show him a small nod, trying to make him realize that you get it. Lando on the other hand continues with his explanation. 

“It can be anything,” he continues, “so you need to tell me what you like or what not. For me it’s always cuddling and relaxing together. But maybe it’s good for you to talk about what we did and how you felt?”

“Cuddles sound nice,” you reply. 

Lando smiles at you. He doesn’t tell you that there are a lot of guys who don’t care about aftercare. The most guys only know about the term when their girlfriend explains it to them. It was for him the same once. With the one night stands he had over the years, he wasn’t familiar with aftercare. He didn’t even knew what the word meant before his ex girlfriend explained. Aftercare with her still wasn’t a big thing for him. 

For you on the other hand… He’s already excited to spend the rest of the night cuddling in bed with you. You deserve all the aftercare you want according to him. He wants you to feel good. And maybe, really maybe, he likes to cuddle with you as well. But that’s just a coincidence of course.

So that’s exactly what Lando does that night. He’s pressed up against your body, making you the small spoon for the rest of the night. When you’re trying to sleep, you notice Lando moving a bit. You ignore his movements and focus on your sleep. Lando moves again and looks if you’re still awake. It seems so. 

Last hour he couldn’t stop thinking about his triple header. Or better said, not seeing you for around three weeks. He wants nothing more then you to join him. 

He tries to think of what to say, but words are quick to leave his mouth when you look back at him. He rambles a bit, but the most important words are coming out as a fully formed sentence. 

“Join me for the triple header,” he says. It’s not even a question.

“All three races?” You ask surprised. Normally you only join him for one, on special occasions two at the most.

“Yes,” Lando quickly replies.

You think about your answer. Three weeks is long, but it’s not like your bounded to your home. You can join him, you think. The only foreseeable problem is that your friends will probably get a bit mad that you’re leaving for this long.. But that shouldn’t stop you, right? 

“Please?” Lando asks before you can answer.

“Okay,” you reply.

“All three of them?” Lando asks excited.

“Yes,” you state.

Lando pulls you on top of him. He smiles and without thinking about it he presses his lips against yours. Kissing you happily. You let it happen, but you can’t stop thinking. Is this the new normal? You certainly hope so.

part three

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. ۫ ꣑ৎ . JUST NOT HOME PT2 after your breakup with remus, you left town and didn’t expect a message from him months later but now he was in front of you again, and all the feelings you had were back. (remus lupin x reader)

everyone wanted a part 2 so here you go😉 this ones more of a how did it end vibe

part one here

thats how the conversation and hundreds of threads of messages started, and it never stopped until the two of you met up at your guys old favourite coffee shop.

remus thought it would take more convincing to get you to meet him and he was prepared for that, but you accepted so quickly it took him by surprise.

thats how you found yourself walking into the cafe, the cold air blush tainted on your cheeks. the server greeted you, noticing you as an old regular and you nervously walked over to the table where you anxiously overthought what would happen.

a small smile creeped on your face as you noticed how similar he looked. the same remus you had fallen so hopelessly in love with. if that was a good or bad thing you were unsure. all you knew in that moment, was how desperate you were to run your hands through his hair and touch his lips again.

then he looked up and noticed you, his green homey eyes looking straight into yours again. you nervously reached the table and he stood up to gently pull you into a hug, which turned into an side hug at your unexpectedness.

“hi,” he breathed, eyes taking you in as if you’d disappear from his memory. “you look lovely, i ordered you your favourite by the way.” he smiled, pulling your chair out and then sitting in his seat opposite.

that was what hurt the most. knowing that all this was most probably him being kind and that this wasn’t the normality you had missed. god, he probably already had a new girlfriend that looked nothing like you.

“hello, remus,” you forced out with an anxious smile, slipping your coat and scarf off to the back of your chair as he watched with a soft smile. “thank you.” you smiled as you sipped your drink.

it was silent for a few seconds as you took in each other for the first time in a while. you had missed this. it went from seeing each-other every hour of every day to no contact or anything for six months.

remus cleared his throat interrupting the silence and the overbearing swarm of your thoughts. “i really just needed to see you and talk to you,” he paused biting his lip nervously, “i feel horrible for how it ended, and i just i can’t help but feel like the reason you moved is my fault.”

ironically, he was a part of the reason you decided to move. it was hard to find a new normality being surrounded by the things the two of you had found together and done together ever since you moved to london. the city practically screamed his name.

“well, you never did tell me why you called it off. so either i was completely blind or was living in some sort of delusion, because everything we had was perfect in my eyes.” you cleared your throat, placing your drink back on the table.

you could of sworn you saw the mood shift in his eyes instantly, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“well- i mean. no, you weren’t either of those things, our relationship was amazing and everything anyone could wish for,” he smiled reminiscing, “but, i just- i couldn’t do it anymore.” he shook his head.

your mind travelled through whatever reason he would think that he had to end it, he literally just called the relationship a fairytale. so why would you end something so beautiful?

“before you even think about, it wasn’t anything to do with you. i know they all say this, but it wasn’t you it was me. and i truly mean that.” he shook his head disappointed he couldn’t give you the answer you obviously wanted, it would only make it feel more difficult. you scoff at his words, feeling pathetic for even bothering to come.

“remus, your going to tell me why you broke up with me. no one should have to deal with the unknowing of why something ends the way it does, it quite literally eats away at you!” you whisper yell, growing agitated at the waste of your break from uni you could be spending with family.

he shook his head, hiding his face away from the prominent stare you were giving him. you needed to know the truth.

you stood up from your chair and grabbed your stuff, sighing as you shook your head at the conversation. his head looked back up at you as you spoke for the what he knew as the final time, “i’m leaving. i really think you should tell me the truth. but truth is, you don’t owe me that anymore. i wish you the best in your life, but i’m going now.” you try to smile, walking out of the cafe door.

remus quietly sits there staring at the place you just stood as you disappointedly spoke to him. so many thoughts whirled through his mind, and only the bell alarm that sounded as the door opened woke him up. he immediately shot up grabbing his coat running after you.

tears had fallen down your cheeks as you held your umbrella over your head, as you walked down the street to the taxi pick up point. you heard someone say your name but ignored it, not fully catching up on it.

“y/n/n!” remus helplessly called this time, as you turned around to face him and his wet clothes. you didn’t even have the time to process or ask him what’s wrong, before his lips were on yours and he eagerly poured his heart into the kiss.

you pulled away, looking into his eyes trying to dictate what the hell had just happened. didn’t take any more than a few seconds till you launched yourself into his arms and kissed him this time with just as much passion.

rain poured down around the two of you as you two refused to let go, scared of what had to happen afterwards.

“why did you kiss me, remus?” you whispered, looking up at him so confused and hopeless. he smiled warmly gazing down into your glass covered eyes.

“i just wanted to kiss you.” he titled his head, arms wrapping around your waist, “and because i can’t let you walk out my life again this time,” he shook his head and your face softened, “i was scared. i love you so much and love scares me a lot. my parents aren’t together anymore as you know, and i’m just scared of all the possibilities that could happen to us.”

your hand found his cheek and you lovingly and comfortingly caressed it, “sure, theres chances of bad endings but theres also the endless possibility of good happenings and endings. and trust me, I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to us.”

remus felt like melting in a pool at your words, “i love you so fucking much, its unbelievable.” he laughs at how pathetic he sounds, kissing you desperately again as if he couldn’t bare to be without.

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[nvvacanesworld]

gojo x reader 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

Satoru x Reader !

Part 2 link here

tw-angst, hurt/no comfort, breakup, arguing, crying , swearing, GOJO IS MEAN :((( use of baby (as pet name) no curses,sorry if i missed anything let me know.

GOJO MASTER LIST!

Hot, Sweaty, and just uncomfortable. That’s how you would describe your situation right now being Sugurus house warming party.

The only reason you knew him and even were in this unfortunate position was because he was bestfriends with your boyfriend.

The famous Gojo Satoru. Women loved him, Men wanted to be him, and You? Couldn’t even fucking find him. Sitting in the kitchen on a barstool taking baby sips of your drink is where you found yourself after he left you when you guys walked in when Geto spotted him and called him over. Leaving you to fend for yourself

Things with you guys have been rocky for a while now. You didn’t know why ether. It was just like he stopped being your sweet boyfriend who courted you and just became some jackass you couldn’t even recognize.

Caught up in your own mind you didn’t notice the guy next to you trying to get your attention. Turning your head you your eyes catch one’s that look tired looking at you.

“I’m sorry did you say something?” you said to him. Letting your eyes wander you really take in his features. A big muscular frame with tussled black hair, green eyes that could make any man cower in fear, and a smirk on his face adorned by a scar on his lips

“Yea, s’just never seen you before do you know the host?”

Hesitant with your answer you finally replied “Sorta, his bestfriend is my boyfriend so i tagged along” pausing “i don’t know where he went though” casting your state downwards in shame. It really was pathetic, being here alone while he was out probably having so much fun.

They say speak of the devil and he shall appear. Just in that moment gojo waltzed into the kitchen like he owned it along with geto and some other douchebags you didn’t care to know. Walking right passed you too. You felt so small and invisible.

Turning around he finally noticed you sitting there.

“Oh shit hey baby where have you been? I haven’t seen you since we walked in i would’ve thought you went home” He said causing him and his friends to chuckle

Meeting his eyes “I’ve been here the whole time i couldn’t find you and this place is so big so…” you said sheepishly. “and you weren’t answering your text ether satoru” god you felt so pathetic having to say that to your own boyfriend. Like you were some hoe begging for his attention. I mean who has to remind there own boyfriend to check their fucking phone. You started to get upset.

“Damn” He said starching his next “My fault” .The chatter and laughter that once filled the room died down now leaving an awkward silence.

Getting tired of being here you got up from your seat. “Can we go home i don’t feel well” you said tugging at his sleeves.

You didn’t miss how he face fell to a look of disappointment and you would’ve felt bad if you weren’t in this situation but you didn’t care. You had been here for three hours and you just wanted to go to sleep.

Flashing a look at Geto it seemed he gave in. “I’ll catch you guys later”

———————————————————————————————

the door slammed as you walked into you and gojo’s shared home, Or should you called it a house ? because home is where the heart is and there was no love in this shared space.

There used to be back when you moved in a year ago. You thought to yourself while walking to through the halls that led to the kitchen.

There you saw gojo sitting at the counter looking through some mail from this morning.

Your back turned to him going to the fridge you didn’t say anything to eachother. You didn’t want to speak to him right now. Not after he basically just forgot about you. It’s like he didn’t even want you there. It’s like he didn’t want you anywhere anymore. the tension in the air was thick until-

“Why were you acting like that back there?” not even looking up from the mail as he did it.

“What?” You were confused. If anything you should be asking him that question. Turning around to look at him you started at him going through the mail

“In the kitchen y/n, don’t play dumb. You were such a buzzkill” Finally relieving his issue with you.

For a while you just stared at him. You couldn’t believe he had a problem with you of all people. And for what?

“It’s like you were calling me out trying to paint me as a bad boyfriend”

“Because i said you weren’t answering your text?”

“You didn’t have to mention that. It’s like the whole room went silent after you did. You made everyone uncomfortable”

You couldn’t believe your ears. What the fuck was his problem

“maybe i wouldn’t have had to mention that if you answered your text Satoru, or i’ll do you one better, looked for me after you ditched me at the fucking door” your voice started to get louder. Just who did he think he was?

Groaning at what you said Satoru ran a hand down his face. Finally meeting your eyes.

“God y/n please don’t start. i cant enjoy myself now without you? huh? is that it? I don’t have to be glued to your hip 25/8”

 “Do you even realize what you did ? You left me alone Satoru! Alone, I don’t know everyone like you do.” Pausing tearing up you felt your voice start to crack “And it’s like you have been doing emotionally for ages, When’s the last time you did the thing you used to do? Like talking to me about my interests or even talking to me at all? It’s like you get home from work don’t even eat with me and go to sleep and do it all over again…do you even care about this fucking relationship?”

“Oh please don’t make this about you, i work and provide for us y/n, i can’t have time for you like i used to this new job doesn’t allow that” Dropping his mail and standing up “I wanted today to just be a day where i could finally get that stress from my job off my shoulders but here you are ‘bitchin, we’re you always so needy?”

Needy? Bitching? That’s how he sees me? You could basically feel your heart breaking at his harsh words.

“I’m not needy Satoru…i just need you to see me it’s like you don’t even care about us anymore” Tears were spilling down your flushed cheeks as you confessed what you’ve been feeling for what seems like eternity.

“You’re crying? y/n you’re being dramatic i’ve been busy with work of course i care about us how could you even say that?”

“I can say that because that’s how it feels being with you now, it’s like you don’t even care it’s like you’re a whole different person” Getting angrier you felt the need to vent out your frustrations. It was now or never. “The old Satoru would’ve never let us not talk, the old Satoru would’ve never called me needy or called me talking out my feelings “bitchin”, the old Satoru wouldn’t have left me in a kitchen alone for three hours while he did god knows what while ignoring his girlfriend” You yelled at him practically out of breathe by the time you were done.

But by the looks of it as you went in Satoru was getting sick of it. Slamming his hand on the island he spoke “God women what is your problem?” He seethed “ The old Satoru isn’t here anymore how about that”

Taken aback by his outburst you went to speak up but he beat you to it

“You know if i knew you were ‘gonna be this annoying i would’ve took Utahime up on her offer” He chuckled to no one in particular

You felt your blood run cold and your heart drop. What is he talking about ?

“What offer Satoru?” you croaked out

“You wouldn’t want to know”

You were done. You couldn’t live like this anymore you didn’t deserve to live like this anymore. When have you felt so weak?

“Then maybe you’re better off with her” You spat. Grabbing your coat you headed for the door.

He didn’t try to stop you. You don’t know why but that hurt more than anything that was or could’ve been said. Maybe because it told that it was really over.

But it also made you happy

Because it opened your eyes that there was no reason to stay.

AN: OKAYYYY SO that was my first time writing something i’m so sorry if it was bad. I feel like i was missing something maybe i should’ve been more descriptive.?? uhh idk let me know what you think REBLOGS AND FOLLOWS AND LIKE AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE REQUESTS PLEASE !!!!! I NEED IDEAS ON WHAT TO WRITE NEXT :)

[127rkives]

</3 hotline bling || j. jaehyun </3

about? jaehyun misses her, but she’s on to bigger better things. (world’s worst synopsis but it’s the best i got bro) warnings? angst!!! fwb? non idol au. fem reader. mentions of sex, alcohol use, drug use (weed). i think that's all. wc? 1.7k notes? another old repost👹

you used to call me on my cellphone late-night when you need my love

************************************************ 3 months, 1 week, and 4 days. that’s how long it had been since jaehyun last saw you. but, hey, who's counting? if he had been, he would have succumbed to that void feeling in his chest by now. the one created by you but ultimately worsened by his own actions. his own actions ruined the best thing he ever had. but it was your fault too, right? 

if you didn't have such an illuminating smile, such a feather-light yet addicting touch, such an effervescent personality, such a radiant aura, then he the both of you wouldn't be in this situation. no. if you hadn't wanted something more and jaehyun hadn't been too scared of ruining a good thing even though he knew you deserved more—deserved better. he knew you deserved the world and the stars along with it, but he was so afraid he couldn't give it to you. so he cowered behind his thoughts; he dismissed the relationship you had, shutting you out in the process. 

thankfully, you had a mind of your own. you knew better than to remain where you weren't wanted. you knew your worth. that's probably why jaehyun had that constant ache in his chest, that pang in his heart. the void. 

he was expecting you to dismiss the fact that he couldn't come to terms with himself you and continue with the late-night phone calls. sneaking out of the apartment at 1 and 2 in the morning—when he thought everyone was asleep—to spend hours at your place. half naked smoke sessions with deeply thought out conversations lingering in the air with every puff. or hot nights in your room that always seemed to end with clothes scattered here and there, fluffy comforter somehow still clinging to a corner of the bed, and the sheets tangled around only you because he was never there when you woke up. ’he had better, more important things to do.’ you would convince yourself. but when you finally stopped gaslighting yourself with that excuse, you realized he couldn't face his own music.

************************************************ ever since i left the city, yougot a reputation for yourself noweverybody knows and i feel left outgirl, you got me down, you got me stressed out'cause ever since i left the city, youstarted wearing less and goin' out moreglasses of champagne out on the dance floorhangin' with some girls i've never seen before

************************************************ guilt. jealousy. anger. sadness. utter outrage. one of these emotions—possibly even a mixture—was grasping at jaehyun's heart and yanking at the strings right now. even so, he couldn’t stop rewatching the clip on his phone in front of him. it wasn’t like he meant to find you. he just happened to be scrolling through the explore page on instagram and much to his sudden disbelief you were the thumbnail on some video. against his better judgment (of course) he clicks the video, watching you hold a cup of God-knows-what in the air as your body hazily sways in a sea of people inside of what looks to be a club. jaehyun’s face is still one of shock as the girl recording yells something cringey about all of her friends being ‘badies’ and ‘hot girls’ and continues to survey each of her friends, including you, while everyone gets more excited with the new song’s change of pace.

it could’ve been all in his head but that video seemed way longer than the allotted one minute. jaehyun doesn’t know how many times he watches the video before he decides to click on the girl’s profile (a bad decision on behalf of his 2 functioning brain cells). his thumbs seemed to move on their own as he scrolled down her page and searched through countless posts of herself, her with her family, and her with her friends. jaehyun couldn’t pry his eyes from the screen as he clicked on a picture with you in it, hoping you would be tagged. you were, of course, so he clicked. another mistake on his part.

your username and bio were both different. even though jaehyun hadn’t visited your profile in a while, he did remember the main details of it. jaehyun repeated his earlier actions and examined your page this time. there were posts of yourself. you and your dog. you and your family. you and this new group of friends he had never seen until now. you and some man? you and this man hugging, holding hands, kissing, traveling, eating out together? you and jaehyun used to tell each other about everything, and you had certainly never mentioned him before. you people aren’t supposed to move on this fast. hell, jaehyun hadn’t even moved on. he still listened to the playlist you two had created together. he still dreamed about you. he still woke up with the lingering touches of you on his body as if you had been beside him moments before. he still had late-night venting sessions with taeyong as he sniffled and wiped his teary face after genuinely expressing what he was never able to tell you face-to-face.

but, here you were. you had completely evolved from the person jaehyun knew almost 6 months ago. you weren’t the same girl who posted simple photos of herself in cute, comfortable outfits captioned with inspirational quotes, or wholesome reviews of the new greek mythology book you had bought at your favorite, cozy bookstore. this was some girl who had grown to almost a 80,000 followers in just 6 months. this was some girl who posted pointless photos of her newest hermes purse; some girl whose wardrobe would alternate between burberry pantsuits and louboutin heels, to nike tracksuits and air force ones, to what could very well be some bundle of strings fashion nova tries to pass off as a dress. this new girl—this new you—was copacetic, thriving, and glowing. you were happy with this seemingly very outgoing group of people who the old you would’ve never thought about fraternizing with. worst of all, the new you appeared to be enjoying life with some guy that wasn’t jaehyun. jaehyun’s a complete mess without you laying next to him at 2 in the morning and you were supposed to be the same. he was supposed to have the same crippling effect on you as you did on him. 

apparently, jaehyun had been sitting in his whirlwind of thoughts long enough for his phone to lock. he pulled himself out of his trance and made his only decent decision of the day. he went to find taeyong, knowing he would still be awake and available to examine whatever emotional baggage jaehyun had this time. he told taeyong about his earlier revelations (leaving out the part about your apparent love interest). “why don’t you just talk to her? tell her how you actually feel.” weren't the words he expected to hear. he didn't know what to expect, honestly. 

as jaehyun laid in his bed he picked up his phone with shaky hands. when he unlocked it, he felt another tug at his heartstrings, forgetting that his phone had locked on a gorgeous post of your beaming smile while he was in a daze earlier. the time on his phone read 1:46 A.M. he didn't want to call you. you might not pick up. but he wanted an immediate response. jaehyun needed validation right now. he silently prayed that your number hadn't changed along with everything else during your productive time away from him. he opened his messages and clicked on your name; ’y/n💛’. jaehyun smiled to himself as he looked at the last messages sent between the two of you. you had been sending memes back and forth, with the last message before the hiatus being three emojis expressing your laughter. 

jaehyun pondered for a few moments on what to type. ’yo y/n it's me.’ ’hey it's me, jaehyun.’ ’hey y/n we haven't talked in a while.’ he wasted a good twenty minutes overthinking, typing, and erasing potential conversation starters. then he just decided to pour out what was left of his heart. fuck it.

he didn't expect you to reply quickly, but he wanted you to, so jaehyun kept his phone unlocked and open to your messages as he waited. he had peeked two minutes after hitting send, but he didn't notice it then. jaehyun let five more anxious minutes pass before checking again. he almost didn't notice it that time, but somehow he managed to spot it.

the small subscript under his message. ’read’

jaehyun didn't know if it was him being delirious with fatigue or the actual fact of you acknowledging but ignoring him, but his breathing got short and shaky and his tears started to roll. it was finally happening. that void feeling in his chest—in his heart—that place where special memories of you were kept, had finally drawn him in and suffocated him with the realization that you didn't want him anymore, didn’t need him anymore. you no longer needed jaehyun to bring you the pleasures of life. for all he knows now, you never really did.

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[hypnoneghoul]

Give me the weird silicone noise fic I’m begging!!!

I couldn't help myself and not write it right away... well, here's the original idea and one and two additional ones that I took and weaved together and turned into this little ficlet. I recall @sphylor @kroas-adtam @revengeghoulette @moldycantaloupe and @jazz-bazz being particularly interested in this, hence the tags. no nose riding itself in here, but I do hope you enjoy

edit: I remembered this ficlet from a while ago, y'all can treat it as a loose continuation of this one

Dewdrop didn’t even dare hope he would get away with it. Nothing stays a secret in the ghouls’ den and certainly nothing related to sex.

It’s his own fault, really.

For months he used to rely on his imagination alone, fucking his own fingers or a toy in and out of his cunt as he thought about it. After a while he caved in and made his purchase, probably the stupidest thing he’s ever bought.

But it worked well enough and so for another few weeks he took care of his sinful thoughts by riding a fucking silicone nose. Not the weirdest fantasy he’s heard of or indulged in, but every single time he takes that thing out from his toy box, shame burns through his core.

He used to fall to temptation only where he was absolutely sure no one would interrupt him; the main rule was Rain being out of the den. One unfortunate time, though, Dewdrop is sure he’s being teased on purpose.

For some mysterious reason, Rain decided to wear his helmet and balaclava to the rehearsal, without painting his nose black. Of course, why would he, but why would he wear his gear in the first place, if not to condemn the fire ghoul to two hours of walking around with a pool of slick in his underwear?

Still, Dewdrop doubts he knows. The real mistake was him getting down to business right after the rehearsal. He was in such a rush he didn’t even care to lock his door.

He regrets his carelessness immensely as Rain stares him down with comical disbelief in his eyes and a growing smirk.

“It’s not what it looks like–” the poor fire ghoul pants, not moving off of his toy. He’s both trying to hide it and for his pleasure not to end. Lucifer only knows how big of a slut Dewdrop is for some humiliation.

“Is it now?” Rain scoffs. The look in his eyes, the way he stands there, his voice…Dewdrop knows what version of his mate he’s getting and, frankly, he’s as terrified as he’s excited. “Seems to me like you’ve been grinding your pretty cunt against a fake nose. Moaning and whimpering my name, all the while.”

“I–I’m–”

“Oh, shut it,” the water ghoul chuckles, waving an elegant hand in the air; a mimicry of one of his favorite stunts when they play live. He approaches to stand right over the impossibly flustered Dewdrop and looks down at him, his expression an image of condescension. The fire ghoul can’t bear it; he hangs his head and curls in on himself. If he manages a little roll of his hips against the thing he’s still sitting on…well, that’s for him to know and for Rain to laugh about. “Pathetic.”

It’s hard not to agree.

Rain gets on the bed and makes himself comfortable against the headboard, with his arms folded under his head. He doesn’t speak or move for a while and it’s only Dewdrop’s desperation that breaks the silence.

“Rainy, please, I just–”

“Just what, you whore?” the water ghoul growls and Dewdrop curls in on himself even more. “Such a slut you can’t help but sexualize even the least sexual pieces of me, are you not?”

The fire ghoul doesn’t answer.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, I–I do. I am,” Dewdrop stammers out. He can’t see him���staring pointedly at a mole on his thigh—but Rain’s cruel smile grows.

“Move,” he orders. Dewdrop couldn’t disobey under his heavy stare even if he wanted to. He lifts his hips and scoots backwards, leaving the silicone nose laying soaked between his thighs. “Give it to me.”

The fire ghoul cries out in shame before lifting it with a shaky hand and extending it for his mate to grab.

“Disgusting,” Rain scoffs as slick covers his palm. He shakes his head before throwing that wretched piece of silicone across the room. They’ll worry about it later. “You should’ve come to me. Asked for the real thing.”

Finally, Dewdrop lifts his head with a confused and terrified look.

“Yeah, I would’ve let you,” the water ghoul admits, “I love you so much, you know I would do anything for you.”

“I…I’m sorry, I didn’t think–”

“No, you didn’t,” Rain sighs as he finally shifts. He scoots down to lay down more than sit. “Now you’ll have to show me what it is that you’ve really been up to.”

“Oh…oh no, Rainy, I won’t–”

“Yes, you will. Come here,” he orders and Dewdrop lets out a dry sob as he crawls over. Rain digs his long fingers into his pale thighs and manhandles the fire ghoul to straddle him.

He shakes the entire time and can’t help a wanton moan that rips itself out of him when Rain scrunches his nose at him.

“Come on, baby,” he grins from in between Dewdrop’s legs, “take a seat.”

[drivestraight]

anatomy of a joke, AKA "oscar's six-year long con ruined by a dutch sim racer," my commentary

first things first: section titles.

originally the section titles were going to be like, "the set-up" "misdirection" "assumptions" "the inciting incident" "misdirection revisited" "assumptions revisited" etc. but then i think that that definitive structure was limiting me so i instead pulled some of my favorite phrases from infinite jest... which i'm only like 1/5 way through haha. but ANYWAY YEAH! i tried to match the vibes of the section with each header.

the vignette-ish style of the fic, which is something i don't really do/am not used to, is framed by these little section titles, and i think it kind of helps set the tone for each section.

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the place where things break down

aka, where it all starts

imagine being drunk off your face at a club and you accidentally stumble into the darkrooms without realizing they're the darkrooms and u see your teammate pressed up against his friend's side as the friend is very obviously giving him a handjob under the table. imagine that.

but, yeah. the first threesome offer that max extends. and a sort of introduction to whatever the hell the sexual dynamic between norstappen is. re: max initiating things, and lando going along with it no matter what it is. and also their exhibitionism kinks...

/

that most angelic of distortions

assumptions, introduced

i think it was really important to put the first scene into context. norstappen aren't dating, lando's on raya, and max is happily with kelly. kind of important in that it makes oscar question if he really saw what he thought he saw

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like chess on the run, beautiful and infinitely dense

misdirection, landoscar flirting, but max being present. "infinitely dense" aka oscar being dense throughout this whole thing man

from the "not my fault you're so small" to "flirting with me, piastri?" and "you like how i'm smaller than you" to "think you like it, mate," i wanted to set up the flirty landoscar vibe but in a way that's like - toeing the line, almost too casual to be something real. and then, of course, max comes in, interrupts, and oscar's stomach drops. i think this is the first allusion to oscar's feelings. i wanted to keep it, at this point, as vague as possible. he doesn't address any of his feelings until much later in the fic, but the descriptions: oscar's gaze constantly straying, looking at lando's neck, his sweat, his frame, how he smells, the moles on his face, etc. and how he reacts and gets a bit prickly when max comes in... yeah that's the stuff.

and the whole. max being so physical and taking up the space. and his "i dont mind sharing"... and oscar pulling away. Crazy stuff man.

also lando is chewing gum here... important... i'll explain at the end...

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something bigger than the self

an interlude

this section kind of stands out but i think it's thematically probably the most important section. it's the clearest, in my opinion, way to understand what's going on.

the whole mclaren / oscar / lando discussion, about mark telling oscar he needs to start fighting for equal treatment, to be smart about it is a parallel to the lando / oscar / max dynamic of the whole fic. don't be soft. they'll eat you alive. oscar wants it (to win with mclaren, to have lando) so badly, but he puts on this air of not caring, when he deeply, deeply cares. mostly out of self preservation, and because he thinks that if he lets people know how much he wants it, he'll end up losing it. it's better to not make an idiot of yourself trying, than to try and fail. he rationalizes the decision with the upgrades too much, and mark reads that as him letting mclaren/lando walk all over him. whether that's true or not, well.

/

the self you cannot live without

the inciting incident

classic carlos. bathroom handies. not much to say here.

/

reducing chaos into pattern

oscar's rationalization

this is where it starts to get a bit more complicated.

“Just good fun,” Lando says, shrugging casually. His voice betrays him. So does the flush on his cheeks. “Like, after races, and stuff.” “Yeah?” Oscar asks. “All it is?” Lando purses his mouth. “All it is,” he repeats. “We’re friends.” Oscar breathes out a sigh. “Friends, right,” he says stiffly.

and then, lando saying that he and oscar are friends too. it's a really tense section, of oscar not saying any of the things he really means, and lando being vague and weird and sort of in denial about what's happening

Oscar thinks about how good their car is this year, especially after the upgrades; how it’s better than the simulations projected; how it’s better than the RB20; how Lando could have won today, but didn’t. Thinks about Max’s rough hand squeezing the back of Lando’s neck in Melbourne; thinks about his palm covering Lando’s mouth in Miami; thinks about how Lando met his eyes and came all over his stomach; thinks about how he instantly called an Uber back to the Hilton and shoved a hand down his trousers before he’d even managed to get the door locked behind him; thinks about Max saying he doesn’t mind sharing. Thinks about Mark telling him to fight for equal treatment. He thinks about Mark telling him to be smart.

oscar thinks... he is a thinker... but yeah after miami he literally just went home and jerked off and felt horrible about it all.

/

that kind of animal grace

intimacy from the outside looking in

obligatory jimmy'z moment. norstappen shotgunning hookah in the most strangely intimate way, as oscar voyeuristically watches, and hates what he sees.

They’re both wearing matching black hats, but Max’s is on backwards. He breathes out a cloud of smoke, and then dips down until his mouth hovers next to Lando’s ear. Lando throws his head back, shoulders rising and trembling. Oscar catches the crinkled crow skin around his eyes and wonders what Max said to make Lando laugh like that. The lights are epileptic as the beat accelerates, punching, synths shrill, ear-grating tremors. The crowd is animated and frantic all around him. Oscar feels deep underwater, heart muffled but startlingly vivid in his ears. He feels frayed, pulled apart, in pieces, fragmented.

he has a cwush... but still at this point, i made sure not to ever, like, say it obviously. just aiming to show oscar's feelings through what he pays attention to, and his physical reactions. he sees them there, and it's probably even worse than what he saw in miami. it doesn't just seem to be something physical, doesn't just seem to be good fun or casual. but if it was just good fun and something casual - it's like, he knows that he couldn't do that. couldn't give lando what he wants, if that's what he wants.

/

that kind of brutish no-care

oscar is pulled in

oscar mr i hate clubbing goes to afterparty and afterparty for reasons that totally have nothing to do with norstappen, of course.

more landoscar flirting! max being flippant about what happened in miami. it's all just good fun to him. he finds it funny, what happened. and then there's the really casual sort of assertiveness when he pats the seat for oscar to sit, tells lando to sit in oscar's lap, and lando does. but lando hesitates. i think it's up to the reader to decide why lando hesitates, but the version i like the most is that oscar isn't just someone he can make a joke out of/he doesn't want to cross some sort of line/make oscar uncomfortable. but max told him to, so he does. i think, maybe, lando is a little bit aware of how oscar feels about him, but it's, again, something that he's not addressing. and he isn't even sure if oscar's into guys, at this moment.

purposeful attention and measured no-care. norstappen can get WEIRD. they're playing a weird little game with oscar, and oscar is the butt of the joke. talking to each other while he's there, but not a part of it. max is nowhere near as emotionally involved as the other two, but there are little moments of possessiveness, reasserting who he is to lando in front of oscar, especially with the hand on his hip at the end. a casual sort of power play, if you want to read it like that.

and the pouring liquor into lando's mouth, and lando just taking it. they are them... max is just very clearly vying for a threesome but oscar just is not biting.

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to disappear inside the game

the offer

okay a big part about this setting is that. i wanted to be somewhere that wasn't a club 😭 but it also was a good opportunity for them to have a proper talk. another mention of kelly and p was important, again, to bring us back into context of max's situation. really, what's going on with him and lando isn't at the centre of his life. not at all.

meanwhile: tender ankle touches, DTS watch, oscar making fun of how small lando was, and then - lando offering a blowie... because they're frens... max says he's good with his mouth... and then oscar making it all weird. "max doesn't own me" "you sure?" for the millionth time, oscar is shooting himself in the foot. as much as he wishes it didn't, it comes back to max.

also:

“Wasn’t what I was asking,” Lando says. “Was asking you if you think it’s weird.” And Oscar knows that. All this time, he has wanted to scream, Yes, it’s weird. He has a girlfriend and you’re trying to steal a championship from him and I see you, I see you after all the races you finish second to him, beating yourself up and talking yourself down, while he just smiles and grabs you by the shoulder and shakes you around and you let him, you let him do whatever he wants to you, and I understand you’re friends, I understand that you mean something to him and he means something to you, but I cannot understand it, I cannot understand what you’re doing, and whenever I see you two together, I think to myself, There’s no way this can end well. Someone will get hurt. “I think it’s fine,” Oscar says. “You guys are friends.”

this is the first time we get any real, internal address of how oscar is feeling about everything. until now, (at least the narration would hopefully have you think), it was mostly just - him going along with everything, being uncomfortable about a lot of things, but never really expressing why, or any of the internalization of it. it bothered him, but only ever displayed in physical descriptions. here, we see just how much the entire situation frustrates him, and this is where things really start to go off the rails. someone gets hurt.

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a toast to our knowledge of bodies

austria my beloved.

this is the switching point, of course. the logic is that: max is out of the picture. for the first time, lando and max (seemingly) aren't friends, and for the first time, oscar finds space for himself to be close to lando, without max there (kind of funny though because in the end, it all happens Because of max).

Lando just continues, miserably, to rant about how Max was moving under braking, how he was being stupid and reckless, how he ruined everything for the both of them, and Oscar gets the feeling that this isn’t just about the racing. 

there's the whole lando and max of it all, which i think is, obviously because the fic is from oscar's POV, the most unclear dynamic of it all. oscar isn't sure what it actually is between them, if it really is just casual, but there are moments, like in monaco, where there's intimacy, and there are moments, like in austria, where it feels like it's more than the racing, that oscar questions things. i think it's better when it's unclear, and you have to come to your own conclusions.

I knew it, he wants to say. I knew that something like this would happen and you’d be a wreck about it and it’d matter more to you than it does to him and you’d break your own heart over something you should’ve let go of a long time ago.

bro doesn't know he's talking about himself

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the body betrays you

rubicons...

i mean. i think what's going on here is pretty clear. oscar likes lando, a lot. lando wants someone to be mean to him, cruel and dismissive, and oscar can only do that to an extent.

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a kind of love, with artful care

oscar's feelings, revisited

FINALLY. i really wanted a scene like this that showed and didn't tell, but showed really clearly what oscar hasn't been addressing this whole time: since he was seventeen, he's kind of sort of had this flame for lando. maybe it didn't take root for real until they became teammates, but it was still there, a little seedling for 6 years. there's something about lando that makes you care. oscar has cared, for 6 years, and even in their first meeting, which he remembers and lando doesn't, he took care of him. if the extent of oscar's feelings were unclear before this, hopefully this section was like loud alarm sirens lmao.

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the judgement and punishing fall

the comedown...

“We don’t—” Lando says, mouth opening and closing rapidly, the physical not caught up to the mental. Oscar doesn’t know what’s going through his head right now. He’s kind of afraid to find out. “Like, we don’t have to talk about it.” “Lando,” Oscar repeats, feeling frozen. He feels like an idiot, sitting with his dick out in the wet spot where Lando came, the car spinning out from under him, a passenger. “It was just good fun, right?” Lando asks, with a shaking smile. He’s never looked so small. “That’s all it ever is.”

this is about norstappen. their dynamic is difficult for me to just, like, outright say what it is, but these little things help give it some shape. it's just good fun, that's all it ever is.

you could also read this as lando being frightened by the care that oscar showed him, and running away, because it felt like it meant so much. because it was too much, etc. the more i try to explain what's happening here, i feel like it starts to lose its magic but. it's all there, and you can read whatever you'd like between the lines.

/

the religion of the physical

the comedown, cont.

mostly just a transitionary section. it's like it never happened. <3

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worshipper at the temple

the reckoning

Max is smiling at him, and Oscar thinks about how he and Lando made up the day after Austria. Oscar saw the headlines all over social media, how Lando had texted Max early in the morning to sort things out, how they’re friends again. Always friends. How they’ll keep racing, hard.

the scenes when oscar realized that lando fled from his hotel room after they had sex and stayed up for hours drafting a text to max. like he's going fucking THROUGH it. and it's made worse. when max tells him that lando told him what happened. "how was he? was he good?" max might be the worst person in the world 💀 but it's another, like, show of possession. "you can have him, if you want" aka. i'll let you have him. he's mine to give.

“For what it is worth,” Max eventually says, “I think he likes you too.”

maybe this is true. i'm not sure if it's worth anything, at this moment in time.

and. mwahaha. max is chewing gum. lando was chewing gum at the start of the scene. i wonder if it's the same piece of gum. wouldn't that be gross and crazy.

“Have a lovely night, Oscar,” Max says, finally making to leave. But before Oscar can let out a breath of relief, he pauses, turning back around on his heels to add, “Oh, by the way, my offer is of course still open, if you ever change your mind.”

bro who is still vying for a threesome even after all of that 💀

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okay. yeah. WOW! what a fic. hope you guys enjoyed it & my commentary, if you got this far.

[roostersbby69]

0.2 | I’ll be here for you

Summary: the one where you and Bradley cross the boundary of being friends.

Warnings: teen pregnancy, Bradley’s mom is still alive currently

Paring: teen Bradley x teen Mitchel!reader

Full masterlist.

Trying to wrap your head around that you were pregnant was harder than you thought. You honestly felt like you had trapped Bradley from pursuing his dreams of being in the navy and going to the Air Force.

But he assured you that you had done nothing wrong and that you would figure it out together.

The hard part was telling your dad and his mom, but mainly just your dad.

Bradley and you were currently at his house for lunch, his mom was making chicken salad and mixed it in the bowl as you munched on some grapes.

“Hey Brad,” she called over her shoulder to the teen who was sitting in front of you.

“Yes ma’am?” Bradley looked up.

“You mind grabbing some plates?”

Bradley got up and went straight to the cabinet where the plates were kept, “Got it.”

He set them down at the table as she brought the bowl of chicken and some bread.

As soon as the smell hit your nose you gagged, you tried to hide it under your hand as she fixed her sandwich and asked Bradley about his chemistry class as he gave you worried glances.

He watched you swallow as you tried to hold yourself together, you gagged once again when you smelt it again and jolted up from your seat to run to the hallway bathroom.

You crouched down and emptied your stomach when Bradley came running in and grabbed your hair from your face.

“Are you ok?” He asked as he tried to move the hair and get you situated.

“Don’t look at me!” You waved his face away from yours as you gagged once more.

He backed off and grimaced, he held your hair as you finished up and groaned.

“What’s going on?” Carol ran into the bathroom as she heard the commotion.

“Everything’s okay.” Bradley reassured her, Carol looked very concerned as she crouched next to you.

“Do you need some medicine, baby?”

You shook your head, you knew what this was, it wasn’t the chicken salads fault, “No thank you, I’m fine now.” You got up and Bradley jumped in to steady you in case you fell over.

He had his hands on your arms as you walked out of the bathroom and he set you on the couch, “You want some water?”

“Please.” You nodded, the taste in your mouth was horrible, you needed something to wash it down.

He nodded and ran to the kitchen to grab a water bottle and brought it back to you. He opened it and handed it to you and looked to see if his mom was around, “Is it because of the…” he looked to your belly.

“Probably.” You groaned, you still didn’t believe you were pregnant, but the three tests you took after the first one said otherwise.

He took the bottle from you and placed it on the coffee table before tucking your hair behind your ear.

You looked into his eyes and wondered how he still cared for you when you were his best friend who was pregnant with his baby. How he seemed so unfazed and didn’t seem like he was scared, but you knew you definitely were.

“What do we do?” You whispered as tears filled your eyes.

Bradley sighed and shook his head, “I’ll have to sell my liver to afford diapers.” You could see the smirk on his face that tried to crawl its way onto his lips.

You smacked his arm and widened your eyes, “Stop it!”

He laughed and his shoulders shook as he rubbed your leg softly, “I’m kidding,” then his face went back to serious, “I don’t know, we just take it smooth until this baby comes.”

You nodded and wiped the tears from under your eyes, “I’m just, so sorry that I trapped you like this.”

“You didn’t trap me, it’s just an unexpected surprise.” He shrugged and tried to comfort you.

“But we aren’t anything Bradley, we’re childhood best friends who had sex and got pregnant.”

He nodded, “I know, I know. But hey,” he made you look into his eyes, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not running off, we’ll figure this out. Together.”

You smiled and pulled him in for a hug, he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back.

Carol walked in and smiled as she watched you pull away from Bradley, she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a nausea pill and brought it to you.

“Here you go, you’ll feel better after you take this.”

You thanked her and took it as Bradley watched you carefully for any sign that you were going to get sick again.

When he realized you weren’t, he offered to drive you home.

“Please.” You mumbled as he grabbed his keys and stood up. You hugged and thanked Mrs. Carol before apologizing for the mess.

“You didn’t leave a mess, sweetheart, I just want you to feel better.” She rubbed your arm and pulled you in for one of her signature mom hugs.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“Call me if you need anything!” She called out the door as you buckled up in Bradley’s truck.

He honked as he backed out and turned onto the road.

The ride was silent for a minute until you decided to break it, “Thank you for helping me.”

He glanced at you and turned back to the road, “That’s what I’m here for.” He saw the scared look on your face and smiled to make you smile.

It worked, Bradley’s smile always made you smile.

“The only problem is telling our parents.” He rubbed his face as he turned onto your street.

“Yeah, if my dad even listens.” You muttered.

He gave you an apologetic look, “I think he will this time.”

-

Bradley walked you inside and set your stuff down and hurried behind you as you made a beeline for the bathroom once more.

He sat down beside you and held your hair as you puked your guts out. He rubbed your back when you groaned and found a hair tie on the bathroom floor. He picked it up and, somehow managed to, tie your hair up.

Bradley grabbed a rag and wet it with cold water before putting it on your forehead and rubbing your back.

You spit into the toilet and flushed it as Bradley put the cold rag on your neck, “How are you feeling.”

You looked at him with a raised brow and he apologized, “I feel fine, just nauseous.”

He nodded, “That’ll probably happen for a couple more weeks.”

You nodded and stared at him for a moment, it was now settling in.

You really were pregnant.

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Part 3.

Authors note: I’m so sorry I haven’t been active, it’s my senior year and I’m trying to get school stuff together. I might not post every single day but I’m liking this story and yall seem to like it too.

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Soundly (Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader)

Summary: You’ve injured your arm, leaving you frustratingly helpless to complete everyday tasks, like cleaning yourself. Your boyfriend and colleague Simon understands your apprehension towards accepting help for such a task and tells you how he does.

AN: Working title was “Sprain” for those of you who voted in the poll. I’ll be posting the Soap fics shortly and posting another poll for my other upcoming fics afterwards! Meanwhile, let me know what you think in replies or inbox me, tell me your thoughts on fics - present or future. 

I just want Ghost to feel loved and to recover from all the shit he went through. I did a fic for that and sharing a bed, so I’m doing this one for the reader a.k.a. me. Plus I like the head canon that Ghost is actually kinda talkative, like in the Alone mission. I know he’s probably partly chatting to Johnny to because he’s trying to keep him focused, guiding him to regroup and survive. But he’s telling dumb jokes and joking about watching his torture video. He’s got banter and trauma!

Content warnings: Allusions to Ghost’s time being tortured by Roba and the Mexican Cartel - specifically his SA as well as the reader’s. Reader is GN, no use of Y/N

Masterlist // AO3

For “just a sprain”, your elbow hurt like a bastard. It was resting in the hammock of the sling your doctor ordered you to keep on. Almost smugly, it sent a few stings across the bone when you were also instructed to restrict your movements and get support to complete day-to-day tasks before you were signed off on a month’s medical leave – pending review at the end of it for being brought back to work.

It was half your fault. The sprain in the first place was caused by some asshole who would not go down quietly and attempted to dislocate your limb. Thankfully, your training automatically twisted you into a position preventing that but then you had to shoot that asshole and your gun was in the arm he’d injured. The bullet that you fired solidified the damage and you were forced to focus hard on aiming with your non-dominant hand whilst slugging it over to the Heli half a klick to the west for recon. You didn’t have to shoot the guy straight away. You’d kicked him down and he was too far from his own weapon to have made it before you could have swapped your gun to your other hand and ended his life the same miserable way. But nah, in the heat of gunfire, you’d decided to end the fight as quick as possible then ran like a bat out of hell back to safety where the rest of your crew was headed.

Simon had known you long enough – and dated you long enough – to not treat you like glass. He wouldn’t insult you like that. Therefore you were very grateful that he was the one to take you home, and that his driving was a lot steadier and smooth on the motorway.

Letting you open the front door, he carried both his and your bags inside, ready to start your medical leave this instant. He was heading out of the hall with his shoes dropped loudly onto the rack when he asked:

“You want anything specific for tea?”

“Nah, I’m good with whatever.”

Despite years of therapy, this injury had dealt a hefty blow to your pride; you didn’t want to be any more of a burden than you were going to be over the next few weeks. Thank God you’d been to his place enough times for it to be considered familiar.

From the airing cupboard, you collected the towel that Simon had bought you after your fifth stay here and smiled at the memory of shopping for it together. He’d asked for what colour you preferred then gathering other items into the trolley that were the same shade: toothbrush, wash cloth, cup to sit by the bathroom sink. He was nice like that.

The bathroom door locked behind you, the final ebbs of afternoon reaching in through frosted glass. You thanked the sun for enabling you to keep the lights off; the buzz that accompanied their stark spark on the silky tiles was always too much for you. However as warm as the daylight was, it failed to soothe your state. When you tried to retrieve the memory of how you’d gotten this t-shirt on in the first place, your mind offered you a blank slate and tears of frustration bubbling over, stinging worse than the injury as you tried to warp it against its will. But to no avail. Your bitten tongue surrendered so that the crying could commence with your t-shirt still stuck on your body.

Gentle rapping at the door didn’t halt anything. Surrendering felt like an admission of weakness, failure, and it poisoned you against yourself as you twisted the lock in the handle and slumped on the rim of the bath.

A pair of plain-socked feet appeared at the top of your line of sight, lingering on the cobalt carpet side of the door frame.

“Can I borrow your scissors please?” You asked, toying with a stray string dangling from the hem.

“You gonna stab me?” Simon inquired semi-sarcastically.

“Yes.” It was a pathetic little reply. But Simon pushed off the bath, belongings tinkling against one another as he rooted around then retrieved a small pair of scissors from the top shelf.

He sat down beside you on the rim, holding out the scissors by the blade, “It’s a nice shirt.”

You wiped your nose on the hem before taking the scissors, “It’s just Primark.”

“I can help you out of it, if it is Primark’s finest.”

“Was just cut it off.”

But of course your dominant hand was tied up in the sling, and you only just realised now.

“I could help you take it off.”

You’d never been undressed around Simon. The closest you’d gotten were jogging bottoms you’d cut into knee-length shorts and the sleeves of your t-shirt pushed onto your shoulders whilst you both worked out at opposite ends of the gym. Towards the end of your set, you mopped at your brow with the hem of your shirt once and the sliver of skin nearly sent Simon into anaphylactic shock.

He knew why you grappled with the notion of undressing. But he didn’t ever linger on you going elsewhere to change. Across your relationship, and even before it started, he’d shown you love in so many other ways that you would forget about what had happened to you.

Today was the first time he addressed it: “I understand why you wouldn’t want me to help.”

Without moving your head, your watchful stare latched onto his adjusting to the nuisance of sitting on a thin perch of porcelain. He withdrew his skull balaclava from its suffocating in his pocket and began kneading at it until the eyehole faced the ceiling you’d stared at many times, wishing you could be more intimate with the man you loved more than life.

 “Your reasons aren’t so different from mine.” And he held out the mask to you.

The olive branch was accepted and you thumbed over the skull plate as best you could with the scissors still in your grip. Only when your thumbnail caught against the paint depicting a cheekbone did it dawn on you what your boyfriend was referring to.

“Simon-”

“None of that,” He interrupted you, gently, firmly, “I get it. I don’t wanna bother you if you don’t want me here.”

He rubbed along your shoulder as you matched your deep breaths to his, resting your eyes to bask in his comfort and crushing the mask in your loose fist. You’d always equated it to anonymity. Never had you thought of linking it to another form of comfort.

“You can bathe with your clothes on,” Simon suggested after a minute’s silence.

“Do you know how hard it is to remove wet denim?” You muttered with a crooked smile.

“I do,” and he pressed a kiss to your forehead – his preferred place to do so. “Let’s give this a go.”

You handed back his balaclava and took in his bare face, the medical mask – the one he’d been wearing whilst you were in the hospital and all the way home - gone, his expression carefully crafted to be neutral so that you didn’t have to be.

He eased your sling off you after the taps were thundering steaming water into the tub. Then he vanished to his room, returning with a pair of baggy sports shorts. Cradling them like a baby, your nose welcomed their softness and the steam whilst Simon knelt onto the fluffy bathmat, nodding after splashing the bathwater and twisting the taps into silence.

“I’m gonna stink if I don’t wash properly,” You whispered.

After opening his palms to you, Simon took your shorts and arranged them on the floor, “I’ll get you some wet wipes to use while we wait for your arm to heal up.”

You held onto his shoulders whilst he undid your jeans and eased them down your legs, his hands careful to stay hidden in the fabric whilst you stepped out of them and into the shorts. Simon to pulled them up to your hips.

“Why did the magician take a bath?” He asked you as you lowered yourself into the water.

“I dunno, why?”

“To clean up his act.”

Your chest quivered, struggling to hold in your groans and giggles whilst Simon pumped some blueberry body wash into his palm, “That’s good.”

Tenderly he circled the soap across your forearm, “Fancy another?”

“Go on.” You were nothing if not his little enabler, indulging in his humour even after the rest of 141 had lightly roasted him for it.

“Knock, knock.”

Your free hand fiddled with the sodden hem of your t-shirt, “Who’s there?”

“Dwayne.”

“Dwayne who?”

Soaking the flannel and wringing it out over your arm, Simon began to wash the suds away, “Dwayne the bathtub before I dwown.”

Your smile was not dampened by the tears that rolled down your cheeks and dripped onto the shallow waterline. Instead, you focused your blurry vision on Simon’s hoodie sleeves that were pushed up to his elbows, those broad forearms sprinkled with droplets and soapsuds.

When Simon was lathering up some more body wash, you offered your own joke: “What did the man say after he swallowed a clock and went to the toilet?”

“What?”

“Watch out.”

Simon snorted loudly whilst carefully manipulating your injured arm amidst the blueberry bubbles.

You wiped a new tear away on your shoulder: “I’ve already told Kyle but you can tell it to Johnny.”

“Much obliged.”

With permission and a slow touch, he started soaping up your shins. His contact always lingered for hours on your skin. This felt like a polish, not a scratch or a dent, which is why you felt so overwhelmed now, just as you did that first time he gave you a proper bear hug. You didn’t mind the blueberry, something else to focus on instead of letting yourself meander towards conjuring disturbing imaginations of what you’d just learnt about Simon’s capture in Mexico.

He let you take over for washing your thighs, sitting on the toilet still talking to you with a smile that cracked up his face like the scar, from lip to brow. His eyes never strayed from your face, though it never felt like you were a target down his scope, more like feeling the sun first thing in the morning with a delicate breeze that danced around your being. Such a gaze wasn’t alien to Simon, even if he rarely showed it to you, and never to anyone else. You were just grateful that he was able to be like this, and that he still chose to.

That same stare, he held it whilst draping a towel around your shoulders, patting over your arms before he gathered it at the front for you to hold in your healthy hand. Then he collected a pile of clean clothes from the bedroom, placing them onto the closed toilet lid, you noted the crisply ironed button up folded on top. You settled for nestling your head against his chest since you were unable to hug him.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll make dinner.”

The door was locked after Simon disappeared behind it. You did end up cutting yourself out of the shirt, rest in peace. Fogged-up, the mirror wasn’t so bad to stare at whilst you moisturised with your good hand. You could still feel where Simon’s calloused hands had brushed over your skin, tingling in each follicle, and it was protected by the button-up you were able to slide on – one of the few Simon owned. His bulk was once again your gain; the shirt was loose enough to give you some wiggle room whilst dressing.

Clattering from the kitchen caught Simon in the act of putting away the ironing board. He was taking loud and rehearsed deep breaths that hissed through the fabric of his freshly-donned balaclava, the board under his arm before he tossed it into its assigned slot. His hand shook as it released the cupboard door handle, searching for something to distract himself with until he latched his stare onto you bunching your shirt in the front.

“I can’t do my buttons up,” You said quietly.

Your stomach impulsively sucked in on itself when his hands reached for the buttons before it, joining them with the fabric. Nevertheless, your gaze found solace in the thatch of fine chest hair growing in the lowest peak of his V-neck.

Simon started from the bottom button and made his way up. With each wince, his fingers stalled. But you knew he’d never hurt you, never on purpose and never like that. He made steady progress until complete and even helped you replace your sling. But then he sniffed and brushed his nose briefly, stepping away and back to the kitchen. For five minutes he alternated between sifting through the cupboards and staring helplessly into the fridge, his face washed out by the stagnant light inside. You took the time to help him in one of the ways you knew how.

“I’ll order us a takeaway.”

Immediately he slammed shut the fridge door, “You’re a fucking star.”

You were not put off by his pacing back and forth, nor were you by his hovering over you like a gargoyle whilst you tapped at the screen – which you held in a way for him to see clearly in case he wanted to add something. A wide berth allowed you to approach him on the couch with the takeaway when it arrived half an hour later (always reliable, hence why it was your go-to takeaway place). Simon also accepted the drink you brought him, but only because he’d already gotten you one plus two pain meds he made sure you took after getting some food into your stomach first.

The cushioned lap trays you’d invested in were already paying for themselves.

Dinner inhaled and rendering you quite soporific, you mirrored Simon’s earlier actions and tentatively shuffled closer to him, “Is this ok?”

“Yeah.” His arm dropped to around your waist, and you tugged on his wrist to keep it there. Only then did you tentatively wrap yourself around his full belly.

“Fuckin’ softie,” He said under his breath. That didn’t stop him from giving you a little squeeze – his hand no longer trembling - and sinking himself lower so that there was no pressure on your sprain. He turned the volume down a little, which sparked inspiration in your mind.

Half hiding in his t-shirt, you projected loud enough for him to hear you: “The local TV controller museum shut down due to no visitors. Turns out people aren’t remotely interested.”

“Have you been researching these instead of doing your paperwork?”

“What makes you think I haven’t been doing my paperwork?”

Simon looked down at you, those expressive eyes communicating both the “are you fucking for real?” and the “you’re lucky you’re cute” in equal parts. But from the way his balaclava was balanced on his face, you could tell he was smiling at you. So you smiled back at him then snuggled back against him with a contented sigh and the existence of your new joke book still a secret (for now).

The next time you opened your eyes, it was much darker in the living room. A blanket was tucked around your legs. The glow of “Are you still watching Phil Wang: Philly Philly Wang Wang?” from the flat-screen, despite that not being what you were watching when you first drifted off, bathed you in enough low light to allow you a comfortable adjustment period. You squinted up at your boyfriend. Head back in the pillows, his chest was rising and falling with each breath he drew and released through his nose. You adjusted the blanket around to cover his legs too and, tucking yourself back into your bundle, both you and Simon slept soundly.

[myung-jaes]

USED TO THIS ― lee anton

010. how do u swim on dry land

immediately upon pushing his front door open with the tip of his finger, anton screamed, the noise falling into tune with the squeaking of the hinges of his front door. his arms flailed everywhere, hitting the wall to find the light switch, while also working to shield his body from whatever weapon the entity in his apartment might have. 

“what the fuck, dude?” anton grasped his chest as the lights turned on in the room, his eyes adjusting to the brightness, immediately recognizing your figure sprawled across his couch, your chin resting on the velvet blue arm of the couch. “you’re insane.”

“what? spare key,” you waved the metal key in the air, the light reflecting off of it. you laughed at the terrified look on anton’s face, his brown eyes wide, pupils dilated, and his breathing uneven.

anton rolled his eyes, acknowledging the mocking tone in your voice, hints of you taking a jab to when he had entered your apartment the prior week using his spare key. “okay, well you could’ve told me, you know, give a little heads up?”

“you’re one to talk. you literally broke into my apartment last week without me knowing,” you taunted, raising yourself to sit straight on the couch. “plus, i tried texting you, but you didn’t respond. also, because we haven’t talked in a while, i bought you food and gundam to make up for it.”

shit. anton felt his face drop, you were catching on to his attempts of avoiding you, and still, you were the first one to try to break the distance. he felt his heart tug at the way you were ready to apologized, ready to take the blame, even if you didn’t know what it was— knowing that it wasn’t even your fault, it was on him for being stupid and making bigger efforts than he needed to in order to give you your space.

“you didn’t have to, i mean, it’s not like we’re not talking, right? we just talked a while ago.”

“anton, it’s tuesday, and the last time you actually talked to me was last wednesday. i feel like you’re just avoiding me, i mean, everytime i come to talk to you, you always walk away and act like you don’t see me. hell, you even stopped sitting next to me in humanities.”

shit. shit. shit.

watching anton just stand there in silence, unmoving to your previous words, you spoke again, your voice quieter than usual. “did i do something? i mean, were you lying that day when you went on your whole i can’t get mad at you spiel or what?”

“no, no, no.” anton shut his eyes briefly, bowing his head before taking slow strides to you, stopping right in front of the couch. “you didn’t do anything, and i wasn’t lying when i said that— i actually cannot fathom the thought of getting mad at you. i was just being stupid, it’s nothing.”

the words were sitting at the tip of his tongue, but anton couldn’t tell you the truth. he would never tell you the real reason why he was being distant in the first place. 

oh, the guys told me that i need to give you space so you can make progress with taeyoung, but i’m a dumbass and thought: oh! i should just ignore her.

he couldn’t say that, he would sound dumb, and it would probably only irritate you further to the point where you would go out of your way to push taeyoung away just to prove to anton that he didn’t need to do that. you always did that, you always made sure he wouldn’t be at any inconvenience because of you.

the questioning look on your face only worried anton further, anxious that you would pry at him, trying to get him to open up about what’s on his mind. yet, he couldn’t let you speak, afraid that if you did, he would easily succumb to your soothing words and concerned questions.

“well, forget about that. you said you brought food and gundam,” anton plastered a wide smile on his face as he jumped onto the couch beside you, hitting you in the process. you shoved him away from you, hitting him back.

“just for that, maybe i shouldn’t have brought it.”

“oh, come on,” he fake cooed, watching as you pushed the bag of food towards him, but anton was quick to open it only to offer you the first bite. “have you eaten yet?”

“i can’t remember, i think i ate a few hours ago when hanni came over with breakfast before class.”

“yn, that was before 9, it’s 7, it’s been, like, ten hours,” anton’s eyes staring at you with a worrisome gaze, his right hand holding the fork, pushing it towards you, while his left hand hovered under it, making sure the food wouldn’t fall out.

“anton,” you complained, moving to push his hand away, but he didn’t budge. “i brought it for you.”

“yn,” he mocked your tone, lifting the fork away from your grasp, and pushing it towards your lips, which he caught himself staring at for a brief moment before flitting his gaze back up to your eyes. “i’m not eating until you do.”

with a sigh, you begrudgingly complied, anton taking a bite right after you, just as he had said. 

the two of you sat in silence for a while, reveling in each other’s presence, both still feeling that tug of tension from your lack of contact. anton, seemingly the most on edge, kept darting his gaze from you to the table in front of him, something urging him to say something, anything, but he was afraid.

the boy waited until you had finished your last bite before dropping his fork with a sigh, thinking of anything to say to you, before the worst words came out of his mouth. “so what’s up with you?”

of course, he had to ask that, intensifying the tension between the two of you. it had to be the dumbest thing he could’ve used to start a conversation with, the words only reminding you both of the game of ignorance anton was playing this past week. yet, feeling bad already that you were the one to initiate the break in distance between the two of you, and that you were already worried he was upset with you, he wanted to make sure he’d fully engage himself and his attention to just you— not that he doesn’t already do that. yet, the minute he spoke that simple question, the next minute he wished he could take it back.

“not much, i’ve been so busy with finishing these two projects, i feel like i’m going insane.” you quickly stole a bite of anton’s food, the boy side-eyeing you before shoving your prying hand away. “well, not fully insane yet, thanks to taeyoung. talking about my project, i was actually going to ask you—“

“oh, right. you’re working with taeyoung, i didn’t know you guys were that close.” what the fuck. anton mentally slapped himself for speaking without thinking, his tone carrying hints of sarcasm, letting his close-to-bursting thoughts out, immediately cutting your previous sentence off.

“yeah, i don’t know, it just happened? i mean, we always had classes together, and we have so much in common, which is crazy, but we never talked— well, not until we ran into each other at the store.”

unsure if he was triggered by the mere mention of taeyoung, or if he let the boys get to his head, anton dead-panned. “okay, so you guys are getting even more closer, like progressing your relationship, then.”

i need to shut the fuck up.

taken aback by his tone, void of any emotion except the hints of sarcasm in it, you let out a dry laugh. “where did you even get that from?”

“come on, yn. your relationships always start off like this— and i’m not saying this happens with every guy you talk to— but you’re always too nice to everyone, like you jump at any opportunity to get to know people, and it doesn’t help that taeyoung likes you.”

what the fuck. 

“who even said i’m looking for a relationship with him? i mean, we’re literally working on a project together, plus i’ve only known him for a week, i don’t even connect with him on a deeper level like i do with y— you know, like how i would want to connect if i ever got that far into a relationship.”

“look, i’m just saying, you jump into these without even thinking— like yes, you do see the red flags when they pop up, but you’re always too nice to these guys no matter how they treat you, and then they end up only seeing you as a friend.”

“why do you always get so invested whenever i start talking to a guy, it’s not like i do that with you, clearly.”

anton turned to you sharply, “oh, i’m so sorry that i’m worried for you.”

“worried about what?” you cried out. “i get being worried, but you don’t need to talk down about every guy that shows interest in me, i never did that with you, and look what happened to you.”

“okay, so now you’re turning this on me? because if i remember correctly you weren’t too fond of my past relationships either.”

“well, yeah, you’re coming at me for my relationship choices for no reason at all, when i wasn’t the one with someone who controlled my every move.”

“okay, and? that was one bad relationship,” anton shrugged, his shoulders tense at the sight of you mentioning his ex. “what about jinsik?”

“what about him?”

“despite how nice of a guy he was, it seemed like, at first jinsik was just using you to distract himself from his ex.”

“okay, well, so was i.”

“that’s bullshit, yn.” anton scoffed. “you weren’t even hung up over anyone like he was.”

your mind was racing, your heart beating faster than ever. you wanted to speak it out, but you didn’t, afraid that if you did, you’d ruin the entire friendship you had built up with anton. truth be told, you were using jinsik to distract yourself in the beginning. hell, you were sure you used any opportunity to talk to any other guy as a distraction. to distract yourself from anton’s presence— or lack of presence, seeing as, even then, he resulted in ignoring you.

though, there was more of a reason to anton’s absence, that being his ex-girlfriend, the same girl who had made it her mission to monitor who anton talked to, going far to the point where the boys were barely allowed to talk to him. yet, excluding this, there was always some foreign factor that irked you about their relationship. maybe it was the fact that he was quick to drop you and everything related to you, or maybe, as ricky had shouted into your ears one night while shaking your shoulders, it was jealousy. but you would never admit it— if it even was that.

“so is this the story that you cooked up about mine and jinsik’s relationship that you inputted into my friends’ minds? and, i don’t mind that you told the rest of them because they wouldn’t budge until they knew what was happening, but it’s the fact that you lied about it, telling them that he was shitty throughout the whole thing? that he ended things badly? because you of all people know it didn’t go like that, you were the only person who knew the whole scope because you’re the only person i could let in to see me vulnerable.”

anton paused. of course he knew the complete and true story to what happened between you and jinsik, he was there when you two ended things. the first thing you did was visit anton, hoping to distract yourself just by being in his presence, but he’s known you for 20 years, he could see right past your act, and you couldn’t bottle it up much longer. 

then, why did he exaggerate the story so much in his head? he knew you both had ended things mutually, despite jinsik being the one to initiate it, that you both didn’t feel a deeper connection with each other far past when you guys started talking. and it’s not that jinsik was a bad guy, in fact he was the opposite, he treated you with everything you deserved, anton saw it. he saw the way you two looked at each other, the way you leaned towards each other to whisper your conversations, the way he would speed walk to catch up to you in the hallways, smoothly intertwining your fingers together before bringing your joint hands together and kissing your knuckles, all while looking anywhere but at you, knowing he’d get embarrassed.

holy shit. 

it was like anton was solving one of those one thousand pieced-puzzles and finally found that one missing piece to finish it, which was probably hiding underneath the box.

that was the reason why he had noticed every small thing about you, especially when it came down to your relationships. why his senses seemed to reach its peak whenever he saw you with someone else, everything else in his surroundings becoming a blur. why he always had— and failed to fight— the urge to find something bad about the people you chose to involve yourself with, convincing himself that they weren’t good enough for you. and the reason why he couldn't get himself to find a deeper connection with anyone else.

he liked you. he likes you. anton lee had fallen victim to the falling for your best friend crap that he swore would only happen in the movies, or those stupid romance books you read— of course, you didn’t know he read all the ones you talked about, let alone how closely he would listen to you talk about them. 

“i . . .” anton trailed, unsure of what to say or how to respond to you, afraid that anything he would say would worsen matters. 

option one: fuck it and confess or option two: completely fuck it up.

“okay, so maybe i did see it from an exaggerated point of view,” option two: completely fuck it up. “but, to be fair, maybe i was just a bit . . . protective and concerned, so the lines between mutual break-up and horrible break-up were blurred.”

you shook your head slightly at anton trying to beat around his true reasoning, you never even wanted to confront him on the fact that he had stretched out the story of what happened between you and jinsik. yet, learning this yesterday on top of anton’s sudden spiteful attitude towards your relationship choices pushed you to pry into his reasoning more, a part of you knowing there was more on his mind that he wasn’t telling you. “still, there had to be some reason to that.”

anton immediately froze, his lips shut tightly together, he knew he couldn’t say it, even if this was a chance, he wasn’t willing to take it. oh, i was just jealous that you were with some guy that wasn’t me, no big deal!

only being answered by his silence and wandering eyes, prying into yours which were glossed up, overwhelmed with the entirety of the situation, you broke the silence with a deep sigh. you stood up, avoiding all eye contact with anton, and gathered all your things together before making a move for the front door. you felt like the two of you were playing some sort of mind game, driven by the lack of communication on both ends of your emotions, both of you holding back from speaking the truth.

“i should go,” you spoke out coarsely, slowly walking backwards to the door before turning to it. “you know, let you rest, plus, i need to get up early in the morning.” lie.

“yn,” anton whispered out, slowly standing up. you, idiot, just say it. tell her to stay, explain everything.

“no, it’s fine, i don’t want this to escalate, we’re just both overwhelmed, we’re fine,” you turned back to him briefly before walking to the front door, swiftly turning the handle, and shutting the door with a soft thud.

watching you walk out the door, anton cursed to himself, sitting back down onto his couch, his head in his hands. he hated this. he hated how right you were. he hated how you handled the situation. he hated how you stopped it before it got worse. he hated that he liked you.

but most of all, he hated how, despite how much he could confide in you for all these years, he couldn’t express his newly realized feelings for you.

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[azrielslightintheshadows]

Hi, if your schedule is not full, I would like to place an order 💗 I was thinking of something with Az x f!reader, where Az has known reader for a short time, and she's a Peregrin of the Dawn Court, so she has feathered wings. And Az praises her wings, without knowing that praising a Peregrin's wings is like inviting him to dinner or for s*x... Lol

This is kinda weird lol, but I wanted something funny and cute, and this came to mind. Feel free to decline, and thank you for your attention. 💗

Peregryn.

Azriel x f!Reader

Masterlist.

Warnings; mentions of sex, abuse and trauma.

I hope this is what you had in mind when you requested this. It's not weird it was really fun.

Being a Peregryn was a torture while Amarantha ruled, you had to see some of your friends who disappointed her getting their feathers ripped from their wings… you had nightmares for a while, hearing their screams and seeing the agony in their faces again and again. After Feyre saved Prythian, Thesan decided to send small parts of your legion to Velaris in order to train with the Illyrian general Cassian and to heal their internal trauma. Everyone was so thankful that Rhysand decided to share the hidden city with them. You stayed more than everyone there, being Thesan’s lover’s -the captain of your legion- best friend meant you were trusted with overseeing the training and reporting back. That’s how you met the night court’s shadowsinger. He kept you company while you watched the training and one day offered to show you the city.

˚₊‧꒰ა ཐི♡ཋྀ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You decided to wear a white dress with some gold details and styled your hair in a high bun. Azriel was waiting for you on the balcony of the house of wind, you checked his appearance and noticed how different you were. He was dressed in black, and his huge membranous wings shined in the dim light of the stars. You stared in awe for some minutes and then made yourself known, his shadows had probably informed him already but he didn’t show it. “You look really good.” He complimented as he scanned your form. “I like the way your wings look in contrast to the night sky”.

You almost choked on air, a blush creeping on your face. Was he inviting you in his bed? No, maybe he doesn’t know. You thought and decided to wait to see if he says something about your wings again.

“Uhm thank you” you smiled and hoped he couldn’t smell your arousal. This was an automatic response for a Peregryn when someone complimented their wings and when that someone is so hot like Azriel you were surprised that you didn’t pounce on him.

You both took off and after a few minutes you landed on the main street. The city was full of life, the residents seemed so happy and carefree, Rhysand made a great sacrifice, but it was worth it. You thought as you glanced around.

Azriel was explaining how the city was built and he showed you his favorite stores and restaurants. You were currently sitting on a bench with two small bowls of ice cream. “I love this city so much” you exclaimed and pointed around. “Its perfect” Azriel said and nodded.

“And so bright, I didn’t expect this from the night court”.

“Well, we call this the court of dreams, if you go to the court of nightmares, it will probably be like how you expect the night court to be” he shrugged. “Your wings though look magnificent now that there is more light” he continued.

You couldn’t hold back the moan that left you, your face burned, and you looked the other way hoping he didn’t hear you. Azriel was staring at the side of your face, his eyebrows furrowed. “Did you… did you just..?” he was confused. “Yeah I just moaned” you murmured and hid your face in your palms.

“But its your fault” you exclaimed. “Complimenting a Peregryn’s wings is like inviting them to your bed. Males can’t control it so better watch what you say to them, unless you’re into it” you shrugged. Azriel was gaping at you, his cheeks turning pink and his shadows shooting up to hide him. “Oh my… I’m so sorry” he mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled a bit disappointed because he wasn’t doing it on purpose. He noticed.

“So if I want to have you in my bed I should just compliment your wings?” he asked.

“Yup” you nodded.

“Okay thanks for the information” you quirked your brow at that but didn’t say anything else.

After seeing more of the city, you decided to get back into the house and as you landed you saw Cassian, Rhysand, Feyre and Nesta sitting in the main room with a bottle of wine.

“Hey you’re back! Join us!” Cassian boomed.

Azriel frowned and opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off by walking to the couch and taking a seat. His wings slumped behind him and he took a seat next to you.

“You thought you could have her for yourself huh?” Cassian teased him and Azriel almost growled.

“I can have her for myself” he shrugged. “I’m right here” you lifted your hand annoyed by their conversation.

“You know, your wings are so beautiful, and they look so soft... can I touch them?” Azriel smirked as you shuddered. Cassian was gaping at you and Azriel continued.

“So delicate and bright… just perf..” you cut him off by jumping on your feet and pulling his arm.

“All for myself” Azriel winked at Cassian as you dragged him away.

Requests are open but delayed. Princess chapter coming tomorrow.

[paddockbunny]

Screwed

Summary: The best man & chief bridesmaid fucking is practically tradition isn’t it? So what happens when they can’t stand each other and get into a fight right there in front of everyone? The groom steps in and tells them to cool down (or continue their fight) somewhere people can’t see or hear them. And they do but as tempers raise it’s not the only thing. Rating: 18+. Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : 4,103 (One Shot) Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult material, adult language, anger themes, hate sex, slight choking, PinV sex, unprotected sex. 💞Authors Note : This is a ONE SHOT!! so please don’t ask for a part 2!!!!!!!!!!!

“I can’t believe you want to continue arguing about this. It’s so pathetic.” You practically spat as you flew into the hotel room ahead of him while he remained in the doorway with a face like thunder. “Me?! You were the one who started shouting downstairs like a madwoman.” He snarled and came charging into your hotel room. “It’s a fucking wedding and you couldn’t keep you temper in check for one day?” “Don’t you dare fucking lecture me, Daniel. It’s my sister.” “And it’s my best friend.” There he went again, raising his voice which was full of hatred and venom and turned away with his jaw clenching. You huffed and reached down to pull your heels off - another thing that was a great issue for him, the fact you wanted to wear a heel which made you’d taller than him screamed of short dick syndrome to you - and for a fraction of a second you genuinely considered throwing them at his head.

You felt uneasy with him being in your space. This was supposed to be a place of safety and sanctuary and now with this god almighty asshole in it, it was claustrophobic. And the worst part was you hadn’t tidied up very well and the lace bra you had been wearing the day before was sat on the chair he was standing beside for him to see. It annoyed you that he glanced down and saw your intimates like that but you didn’t know why. He had probably seen a lot of bra’s in his time, A LOT!

“This isn’t even my fault.” He muttered under his breath when an uncomfortable silence had befallen the air between you while you were focusing on your lingerie. “Your angry because your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend missed his flight and embarrassed you by being a no show.” You felt the rage bubbling back up again, threatening to spill over. “And where the fuck is your girlfriend huh? Other side of the world not even wanting to be by her man’s side at his best friends wedding? Some girlfriend she is.” And that triggered him. He crossed the floorspace before you could even blink and was inches from your body. His heat radiated off of him and you could smell the mixture of wine and cologne that exuded from him. But what you saw in his eyes wasn’t anger anymore it seemed more like genuine upset and dare you even dream to say something about the girl he had chosen to be his. However, you didn’t have a chance to register any of the emotion you may or may not have been seeing behind his eyes because he went straight back to the fucking prick you knew him as.

“You know, if you hadn’t gone on about this marvellous rugby player so much I would have thought you had made him up. Clearly you’ve exaggerated how serious your relationship is or he would have got on the flight and wouldn’t have left you disappointed.” “Fucking likewise Daniel. Is she that embarrassed to be seen with you that she never seems to be in the same country as you? Is she actually your girlfriend at all because she certainly doesn’t seem to act like one.” “You’re a fucking bitch!” He exclaimed inches from your face. The fire inside of you was ready to pour out like hot molten lava. “Think I haven’t heard that before. At least be original you stupid arrogant pri…” before you could even get on a good role in fighting back, before the vitriol could come flowing out of you, his lips were on yours.

You were frozen. Completely frozen. Someone could have told you the moon was lime green and falling out of the damn sky and you’d have believed it before you believed that Daniel fucking Ricciardo’s mouth was currently on yours. And then you felt his hands. One shoved through your perfectly waved hair - messing it up completely - and the other on your back holding your body to his. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be kissing you. He fucking hated you!

When you were suitably gobsmacked by his baffling action his lips pulled away and left you practically panting. What the fuck was he doing? What the fuck was going on? And why the fuck did it seem like a good idea to you to continue and finish what he started?

Your body acted before your brain could catch up and with two strong fistfuls of his tux lapels you yanked him back in and felt his smirk as you kissed him back without a shred of hesitation. Your tongue began a game of fighting for dominance but you relinquished and gave him supremacy. And it made you moan. But it made him moan more. The fact he was vocal surprised but didn’t shock you and only resulted in the dull pulsating between your thighs grow distinctively stronger. Daniel’s hands slipped from their positions around your waist and your hair down to your ass. He squeezed your flesh roughly and a shocked gasp left you and poured into his mouth. And you felt how much he enjoyed it. His body seemed to grow, his chest puffed out and shoulders seemed to broaden just from how you reacted to his boldness. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip and you realised he thought that just because you let him win and he brought out pure raw animalistic sounds in you that he had totally won you over and a flash of annoyance washed through you. He wasn’t getting to have this all his own way. He wasn’t getting you on his terms. You were getting him. You were taking what he drove you too. What pure unashamed lust had twisted your mind into doing.

So you gave him one god almighty shove backward. He landed on the bed behind him with a surprised, shocked look on his face. You knew he underestimated you. You knew he thought you’d be the submissive type that would want him to take control of you but he was mistaken. You may have been like that with other men but not Daniel. Not the arrogant, egotistical asshole you knew him to be. He wasn’t going to get you all gentle, soft and waiting for him. As your mind raced about what you were doing - fighting with your conscious that this was in fact a bad idea - you unzipped your zipper on the side of your tight fitting dress and wriggled out of it so it fell to the floor. His eyes never left your body. Not once. You could tell he was enamoured, stunned and aroused simply because he was panting heavily. The lingerie you were wearing under your dress wasn’t for him and yet as he drank you in the appreciation of it was evident in the defined tent he had pitched in his tuxedo trousers. You swallowed and inhaled shakily. It dawned on you how long it had been since a man had looked at you like that. With pure hunger. But you couldn’t take a second to dwell upon it or your bottle would go.

Your knees placed either side of his legs and your hands followed as you got on all fours to crawl up the bed to him. Fuck. Why did he have to be so hot? Why did he have to get you so angry and frustrated all the time? Why did he have to be such a monumental ass to you? If he had been nicer and stopped acting like the was the most important man in the room this all could have happened a lot earlier. But as he watched you make your way up so you could position yourself on his lap while his big, veiny, strong hands held you there, you had to admit you had behaved poorly yourself. You never gave him a chance. You wrote him off as some formula one superstar with an ego and that was that. And he knew it. He complained about your eye rolls, your tuts, moans and head shakes. He fought back with you and gave you it straight back. Therefore, as his hands eclipsed your naked waist and giving you a clear reminder how hard he was for you by bucking his hips up against your core, perhaps you were both in the wrong and fucking each other was exactly how you could prove it to one and other.

You undone the bow tie still around his wide, thick neck and his eyes fell downward toward your ample chest. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again when you began unbuttoning the buttons of his crisp white shirt. There was a want inside of you that you had never felt before. You could only liken it to a blazing hot want and need that no man had ever ignited before and as you reached the bottom of his shirt and he practically tore it (and his dinner jacket) off with haste. You expected him to try assert dominance again by flipping you over and freeing himself of his no doubt painful confines but he didn’t. His own shaky breath mixed with yours as he slid his hand back to your cheek and pulled you into him for what felt like to you a delicate, tame kiss. It was almost a kiss good enough that you forgot about all the pent up frustration you felt for the man whose lap you were grinding upon.

Daniel had indeed lured you into a false sense of security with the kiss because just as you were beginning to loose yourself in it he single handedly unclasped your strapless bra and flung the white lace across the room. Exposed to him he wasted no time. His mouth gazed your breast, his tongue flicked and licked and his teeth sunk into your flesh as if he was marking you as his. “If you leave marks, I’ll make sure yours are more visible.” You warned and his within a split second Daniel’s hand was entangled back in your hair where it had been earlier and he roughly jerked your neck backward. “I’d like to see you try.” The words came out like a snarl from his lips and it had you gasping again. Which you could have scolded yourself for because now you knew how much he enjoyed it. His mouth latched back on to the skin he had just left and sucked hard enough that he would absolutely leave a mark. You groaned his name loudly - voice laced with both frustration and pure fire - and he did it again but even harder. The thought of giving him back the dominance played on your mind for all bar a mere second but something snapped inside of you and instantly your hands wrapped themselves around his neck and you squeezed. Daniel’s eyes shot to yours and widened. He didn’t think you would do that, evidently. “Fuck….” Croaked out of him. He groaned before he smiled “you’ll have to try a lot harder than that, sweetheart.” He was go goddamn cocky you gave him another shove so he was flat on his back. “God, you’re so fucking annoying.”

Daniels goofy grin stayed staring up at you as your hands worked to get what you wanted most. You undone the black band around his waist and his tuxedo pants. It took seconds but it felt like a lifetime. Anticipation grew in the pit of your stomach but finally, as he was set free your mouth practically watered at the size of him. Excitement rushed through your veins and momentarily you wondered again why you hadn’t just fucked him earlier. His hands trailed down your sides and your breathing quickened when they reached your thighs. Fuck you were so desperate for him that you felt utterly pathetic for being so needy. In your mind you were this strong, confident woman ready to take your own pleasure and be the dominant one but it took Daniel gripping your thighs tighter and slipping his hand between your thighs to jolt back into reality. As his fingers toyed with you on top of the now soaked white lace panties you just wanted him inside you. Which he knew, he had to know from the look on your face, and enjoyed seeing you like this - after all, he never would have thought he would have ever been so lucky.

Then in a series of swift movements, Daniel’s fingers had your panties pulled to the side, his impressively large, thick cock teasing your dripping entrance and his hands back on your waist before giving you a gentle pull down on to him. And so you began to take him. Your teeth pushing into your bottom lip as the sheer girth of his member stretched you out and you weren’t sure you had ever had anyone this big before. You took the last inch or so of him and he groaned. Fuck. He felt deep. It was all you could think of and he knew it. But your eyes flicked open to look at him and he looked like he was feeling something akin to what you were. When he finally sighed out; “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” And it spurred you on to start moving.

More swear words flowed from him and it made you smile because he was proving your earlier thoughts about him being vocal in bed were indeed correct. You rocked your hips back and forth, grinding on him. Your desperate clit getting the extra little bit of stimulation you needed and your hands trailed back up toward his throat again. Right as you went to close them around his huge neck so you could demonstrate to him that you could “try harder” he bucked his hips up and you ended up falling forward so you were bracing against him. Face mere inches from his. The new found angle had his cock teasing that spot inside of you that made you see stars in your eyes.

“Daniel…” you huffed out and he hit it again and again with such a smooth pace that it felt like pure torture. “Again.” His hot breath danced upon the skin just below your ear “say my name again…” You didn’t have him down for the needy type either but you were more than happy to oblige his request and his name floated from your tongue once, twice, three times before he captured your mouth with his own.

His kiss wasn’t just hungry and starved it was like his whole life depended on it and he was giving you absolutely everything he had. Moans were swallowed up by groans and groans were swallowed by begs and sighs. Both of your instinctive animalistic sides were on full display to each other. None more so than when Daniel’s hands found the side of your panties and used his strength to physically rip them to get them off of you - to the side was no longer good enough. “Dan!” You exclaimed only once and a simple smirk appeared on his satisfied, passioned filled face. The action sent something rushing to your core and you registered that it was indeed your orgasm starting to creep up on you. The panty ripping was one thing but it was also aided by the effect of his throbbing tip had on your g-spot that had done it. It was that action that put him in the prime position to drive you fucking insane that was about to get you off. “I’m….Daniel….” The words could barely get out of you. You were struggling to think straight the feeling was getting more and more intense and your forehead pressed against his. Fuck, he felt so good. Not just his cock but his body. You hadn’t realised how relaxed and at ease you had suddenly become and wondered if you had ever had sex that was like this before? What the hell had he done to you? You hated him twenty five minutes ago when you walked into the room but now, if he asked you to rob a bank with him you would consider it.

Daniel’s hands trailed from your ass up your back and you felt his thrusts get lazier and sloppier but his breathing was what gave it away that he was close himself. He was so overcome with the build of his own orgasm that he was struggling to breathe. You thought this was the moment you might regret this whole thing, if (or when) he turns it into being about himself and when he got his but you didn’t get yours. But you were wrong. One hand sprayed flat on your back holding you in situ while he sat up holding you in his lap. Somehow, he managed to continue thrusting up and with a loud moan of his name flowing freely off your tongue and an almost cry of yours rolling off of his your orgasm crashed upon you without warning. Your body convulsed and he held you exactly where you were as your body quivered against his while the intense electrified feeling ripped through your pussy. Daniel’s groan directly into your ear kept the high of your climax going and the laziness of his jerks were a clear sign he was about to explode inside of you. And true enough, you were correct. His hot, milky cum began to flow from his cock deep inside of you as he reached his own orgasm.

The only sound in the room was the pair of you breathing loudly trying to reclaim dominance of your lungs. Nothing felt better than how he felt and even if this was one night of angry slightly tipsy sex that would never happen again, you were positive no one else could ever make you feel the way he had nor cum as hard as he did.

“Still hate me?” He pulled you out of your daze with a question you didn’t even know how to answer. He was infuriating, troublesome and exasperating but the thought that after tomorrow you would probably never have to be near him ever again (unless your sister and her new husband decided to have children and then you and Daniel could perhaps be the kids god parents) “Am I still a fucking bitch?” It was what he called you earlier, perhaps what lead into the hostile moment that lead to his kissing you. “I should probably answer that question when I’m not still inside you.” The delivery of it made you feel relaxed and he smiled at your smile. Then he did something a little unexpected. He kissed you again. Gently, softly and totally unlike any of the kisses you had shared in the past few moments since all of this started. It threw you a little because you never thought he would be so tender, least of all with you.

You went into the bathroom to clean up and make yourself look more presentable. You wouldn’t have felt bad if he shouted through he would head back to the party downstairs first but he didn’t. You saw him redress through the crack in the door and he glanced at you a few times. You wanted to say something about keeping this between the both of you but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it - if he went to boast no one would believe him anyway and people would think a lot less of him if he commented negatively on you and your body so you really didn’t have too. Irritatingly you had to walk out of the bathroom without a single stitch on while he was standing buttoning up his shirt.

“Guess I won’t be putting these back on.” You held up the scrap of ruined white lace that went with your dress. “Sorry.” He confidently shrugged and laughed loudly. You went to your suitcase and pulled out another, much more simple panty and pulled them on. You felt Daniel’s eyes watching you the whole time. From the panties to your bra and the dress that you shimmied back into. The zip caught on the material a little and you tried the zipper multiple times with fail. “Let me.” Daniel stepped toward you and you turned so you were facing him side on. You felt drunk off of him. He was intoxicating and your skin arose in goosebumps from his closeness. His fingers managed to free the zip fairly quickly but it was almost as if he couldn’t bare to step out of your aura and body heat.

“To answer your question, you’re not a bitch and you never have been.” His voice was so low and steady it should have unnerved you but it only made you feel a little sad because you actually had been a bitch to him on several occasions. So to hear he didn’t think that of you made you feel immense guilt.

“Come on let’s go before people wonder where we’ve got too…” he said after a while of your silence and you were thankful he wasn’t going to hone in on how awkward you had become with his words.

*****

“What?” “Nothing…” you sister was beyond smug “it’s just a good thing he broke up with his girlfriend a few weeks ago.” You snapped your head toward her “you’ve got that “I’ve just had sex” glow” “No I do not! And we didn’t we just argued.” You groaned, telling her a straight up lie “what are you even talking about he broke up with his girlfriend? I thought she was stuck in the US?” Because that was what you had overheard him telling people all of last night rehearsal dinner and today when people inevitably asked. “He broke up with her. Four, maybe five weeks ago. He said, or rather claimed, the distance was too much for him.” Your sister shrugged before lifting a fork full of her vanilla frosted wedding cake to her mouth. With a semi mouth full she added; “I thought you would have guessed that?” “No.” Your words were plain and suddenly the it dawned on you the field was not level. He was actually single and you were still in a relationship. You had cheated and he hadn’t and suddenly a strong wave of guilt washed over you when it dawned on you that you felt a little mislead by him.

“Isn’t it good timing? Y’know, with what you were just saying about ending things with Aaron because he dicks you around so much?” Your sister looked at you in that way she always did when she had seen her plans come to fruition. You had a strong feeling she had planted seeds and watered them a while ago, now sitting back to enjoy the blooming flower.

And right on queue, Daniel waltzed back into the room and practically floated across the room behind you with a broad shit eating grin plastered on his face. He looked so fucking handsome and so good in his Tom Ford tux that you had a stroke of actually feeling satisfied hit you like a lightening bolt. When he glanced over toward you you realised, at the risk of going straight to hell with a one way ticket, wanted another taste. “Despite what you think or what he says, he likes you. A lot. You should give him a chance.” Two hours ago you would have burst out in hysterical laughter at your sisters words but now, having had perhaps the best, hottest sex of your life, you actually wondered what Daniel would be like as a boyfriend and if perhaps your sister may have been right.

But hell would have to freeze over before you were going to let her think that she had pulled off a blinder, so made a face and faked being sick “There’s no way in hell. He’s such a dick.” You looked backward where you knew he was standing and he immediately locked eyes with you again - totally ignoring what you told him when he tried to kiss you again in the elevator ride back down to the ballroom about being subtle - and in that second you looked at him you knew you were fucked.

[evieismol]

Big Bend Chapter Four - Workday

Wordcount: ~1800 words

Cw: language

Previous

“All ready?” John asked. I forced a small, close lipped smile as I looked down at the human standing on my desk. I didn't think I'd ever get used to how small humans were.  

“Yeah.” I hoped I sounded convincing. 

“Today’s going to go fine,” John said. Apparently I hadn't sounded convincing. “What's got you worried?” 

I glanced to the side, shrugging. “Just nerves, I guess.” 

“Hmm.” 

“So, uh, should we get going?” I asked. To my relief, John nodded. 

“I suppose Dave will be waiting for us soon.” 

As I placed my hand down on the table for John to climb onto, I wondered if Dave would be waiting for us. I'd gotten the impression he wasn't thrilled about working with me. That, or he wasn't thrilled about me period. 

Probably both. I could hardly fault any of the humans for being nervous about, well, me. Even if it wasn't for all the rumors on Earth about Aphirials being man eating monsters - which definitely didn't help - I was still dozens of times larger than them. A literal giant, comparatively. 

In my so far brief interactions with him, Dave seemed…more nervous than my other coworkers, though. I pushed that thought from my mind to focus my attention on John, who had climbed into my palm and taken a seat. That felt like the sort of thing that required 110% of my attention. I was literally holding a life in the palm of my hand. 

“I'm ready whenever you are,” John said. I nodded, telling him I'd stand up and make my way to the door before actually doing so. The morning air was still chilly when we walked out. It seemed like Earth was cooler than Aphiria in general. Even the desert heat here wasn’t too bad, which was a nice change. A less nice change was the comparatively shorter days and nights, which left me feeling like I hadn't slept nearly long enough. 

John instructed me to set him down near an official park truck that was park outside of my trailer. I did so carefully. 

“So, I was thinking I'd go pick up Dave and bring him back here, and we can give him the choice of either riding in the truck or with you. Once he's here, I'll go over the plan for the day.” 

“Sounds good,” I said. I watched as John climbed inside the truck. I couldn't help but feel a little amazed watching it drive away, towards the employee dorms. It was the size of a toy car back on Aphiria, and despite that, was a fully functioning means of transportation. Watching it go, I idly wondered how heavy it would be. 

Would picking it up feel the same as picking up a toy truck?  Despite my mild curiosity, I wasn't in any hurry to find out. It also seemed like something that small with that many working parts would be terrifying easily to break. 

It wasn't long before I saw the tiny truck returning, an equally small cloud of dust behind it. When it pulled up in front of me, John climbed out almost immediately. Dave was slower to emerge. 

“Alright! So, we're going to take the truck, and you can follow us,” John announced. That was an unsurprising turn of events. He continued. “Now, I'm sure Dan will go over the actual, y'know, ranger stuff. I only oversee the whole Aphiria-Earth liasion bit, and I won't be meaning to step on any toes this summer. Just wanted to get that out of the way," John said. "We were going to head over to the eastern part of the park, look around, and then I believe you'll be meeting Dan later this afternoon. Basically, we're just trying to get to know each other this morning.”

Dave and I both nodded, agreeing. I saw his gaze flicker up to me and then quickly away. 

“Easton, when you're following us, just make sure to stay at least a few truck lengths from us,” John said. 

“I will,” I promised. 

And with that, we were off. I made sure to stay a decent distance from the truck as it drove, keeping my gaze carefully focused on where I was stepping. It didn't seem like we'd been moving for too long when we came across a tunnel in the road. I carefully stepped around and over it once the truck had gone through. Shortly after that, the truck turned off into a small, gravel parking lot. I hung back, wanting to give them plenty of space to park and get out. Plus, it wasn’t like I'd fit in the parking lot anyways. As I waited, I took in my surroundings. The Chisos mountains and Panther Junction lay behind us. In front of the parking lot, beyond another stretch of desert, meanwhile, was the Rio Grande. From my vantage, I could see it clearly, though I wasn’t quite sure how it would look to the humans on the ground. 

Compared to rivers back in Aphiria, the part I could see wasn't terribly huge - maybe a bit wider than I was tall. Glancing down at the small truck in the parking lot, which barely came up to my ankles, I could guess why it was considered notably large to the inhabitants of Earth, though. 

“Great! We’re all here! Easton, you can take a seat if you like,” John exclaimed cheerfully as Dave climbed out of the truck. He shot another quick glance up at me. I tried to will myself to project a calming aura, if that was even possible as I sat down. 

“So, right over is the Rio Grande - there’s an overlook right up that trail. I was thinking this would be a great place to get to know the park and each other! Why don't we start with an icebreaker.” He didn't wait for either of us to reply before costinking. “What’s the most boring fact about yourself you can think of right now?” 

I looked over at Dave. The last thing I wanted to do was speak over him or cut him off. He briefly met my gaze, and I quickly looked away, now not wanting to seem like I was staring at him, because that seemed like it would give off the exact opposite of “calming aura”. 

When neither Dave or I answered after a moment, John spoke again. “Fine, I'll start. I’ve been wearing the same brand of deodorant since college. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right?” 

I heard Dave let out a quiet snort at that. 

John looked over at him. “What? You got something more boring than that?” His tone was light and teasing. 

“I use 3 in 1 soap,” Dave said, sounding the most light hearted I’d heard him yet.  

John put his hands up in mock defeat. “Alright, you got me. How about you, Easton?” 

At the mention of my name, Dave visibly tensed again. I felt like shrinking into myself at that. No pun intended. 

“Uh, I organize my clothes by color and style,” I said. 

“I can confirm this,” John said with a laugh. “He has the most organized closet I’ve ever seen. Even compared to me.” 

“And here I am just shoving everything in a drawer,” Dave said. “On a good day.” 

“That’s probably more efficient,” I offered. I had spent many an hour at this point folding and organizing things since arriving, which had served as a nice reminder as to why I’d never been big on moving. Despite continually making choices that necessitated it. 

“Alright, time for round 2-” Before John could finish, we were interrupted by the sound of a car approaching from the opposite direction we’d arrived in. I felt my heart rate spike. I looked down at John for guidance on what to do. 

“Just let me take the lead introducing you if they do stop,” John said. “We haven’t officially introduced you at the park yet, but there have been announcements about your employment here.”

I nodded. The car didn’t slow down or speed up as it approached the turn for the parking lot. I was almost certain it would just continue past when it abruptly veered into the parking lot at a turn that seemed far too fast too be safe, even aside from the lack of turn signal. Almost equally quickly, the car skidded to a halt. Moments later, a woman stepped out. She was so tan she was almost orange, with hair that was close to the same color as mine, albeit with more yellow tones. She paused for a moment, looking at me, and then looking over at Dave and John. 

“So, I take it the rumors about you lot hiring an Aphirial weren’t just rumors,” she said flatly as she looked back to me. She had the sort of cold gaze I’d seen all too often with politicians and businessmen back on Aphiria - a sort of entitled detachment. 

“That’d be correct,” John said. He walked over to her, extending a hand as he introduced himself. “I’m John O’Riley, with the IMA. This is Ranger Easton Parks and this is Ranger Dave Goodman.” He gestured to each of us in turn. 

“Joy Everett. I better not see him trying to eat any of my cattle.” She said. 

I had to stop myself from letting out a baffled “what?”. 

“I can assure you ma’am, that won’t be any issue. Ranger Parks is following the same rules and procedures as any of our other rangers here, none of which include stealing and eating cattle. Isn’t that right?” John looked up at me. 

I nodded quickly. “Yeah. I’m a vegetarian anyways.” I added the last part jokingly, hoping to diffuse the situation. Joy scoffed. 

“Like those snowflake Californians?” She paused, then laughed. “You really expect me to believe that? Whatever. Just stay away from my cattle.” 

She stalked back to her car, slamming the door. 

“Nice to meet you!” John called. She flipped us off, screeching out of the parking lot as quickly as she’d entered. The three of us were silent. 

“Well…she seems…nice. And definitely not like she’d call me a slur,” Dave finally said. 

“You good?” John asked me. As if reminded I was there, Dave glanced up at me, worry suddenly glittering in his eyes. Not so much for me. More for what my reaction might be. 

“I’m fine. Can’t please everyone,” I said carefully. 

“Suppose that’s the truth,” John said. “I’ll mention it to Dan, see if he knows anything about her, since it sounds like she’s a local. Anyways, good job to both of you.” 

Dave gave a tight smile, and I desperately wished there was something I could do to put the small man at ease. This was going to be a long day.

[touyafootfetish]

Baby, My Baby

summary: this time, endeavor goes to sekoto peak

warnings: angst? maybe?

a/n: do you know those dreams where you have a baby and you’re living the life of your dreams but then you wake up with the most empty, gut-wrenching feeling ever? that’s my inspiration for this 😛

Enji didn’t believe in luck. He believed that everything had to be worked for, and that manifesting something with no effort put behind it was a foolish concept. Wishing upon a star was a thing for fairytales and fiction.

Or maybe he just didn’t think of himself as lucky. In no lifetime would he ever consider himself to be a lucky person. He’d made far too many mistakes to even ponder the probability of it.

As soon as he was released from the hospital, he held a press conference with Hawks and Best Jeanist where he faced heavy criticism when addressing Dabi indeed being his first-born child. Afterwards, he returned to his agency where he was right now.

Sitting at his desk with his head heavy in his hands. He’s beyond exhausted, but he has to shoulder it. The weight of his actions washing over him like a tidal wave. He managed to hold out during the conference, but he was facing a whole sea of emotions he wasn’t sure how to handle. He didn’t know where to start.

Well… he could start with the odd feeling that’s been bothering him ever since he sat down.

Something was… off. He couldn’t quite place it, but something felt different. Something was different. It seemed that even the weather had changed in the few minutes since his return. The sky that was once a horribly bright blue was gray and clouded. He didn’t think much of it. Of course, weather changing wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. It happened all the time. And after all, spring often brought rainstorms and such.

Well, whether it rained or not wasn’t important. Lifting his head from his hands, Enji let out a heavy sigh, eyes glancing over his desk. No doubt calls of villain attacks would soon flood the agency. He’d probably be out on the street again— possibly in a matter of minutes. He didn’t even want to think about it. All he could think about was his family. About Dabi… no, Touya.

Was his son truly alive? He couldn’t bear the thought. All this time, he’d been alive— watching him. He knew that everything was his fault. And he knew that he’d spend the rest of his live trying to atone for his sinful acts against his family. He wouldn’t even ask for forgiveness, because he knew it wasn’t something he deserved and he was fine with that. He wouldn’t even dream of asking that of his family. Of his wife and children.

The only thing that mattered was putting a stop to the villains and serving the people he’d sworn to protect when he decided to become a hero. Then and only then would he be content, knowing that he did all he could until the very end.

“What in the world… it’s spring, why on earth is this—” The hero cut himself short when he took a closer look at the small calendar in front of him. October, the days only marked to the fifteenth. Brows furrowed, he focused his eyes to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things. The year. What year was it? His eyes darted to the corner of the page where the year was boldly printed. Suddenly, it felt like the whole world was spinning on its head.

Fall. It was fall, however, eleven years ago. Eleven years. Enji’s eyes widened and a look of panic took over his features. This couldn’t be right… could it? He wasn’t supposed to be here. This day, it was a scar. A painful reminder that he hated to remember.

A cold, windy day. The air was dry.

He didn’t have to be outside to know that, simply because he’d been here before. It was a particularly hard day at work, and he’d come home later than usual. Only to find out that his eldest son had been consumed in a raging fire at Sekoto Peak. He remembered it clear as day. He wasn’t even supposed to work that day, yet he came here anyway.

Touya had asked him to meet him at the spot where they trained together. And Enji, he left for work thinking it was for the better, and that he wouldn’t be feeding the fire he lit under his child. Ever since that day, he’d tortured himself by knowing that Touya would’ve still been there if he’d only given up work to see him. He didn’t know why he was still sitting here.

He shot straight up from his desk and almost sprinting out of his office. Was this some kind of joke? It couldn’t have been. One look at his agency told him all he needed to know. He’d had a lot of maintenance and interior work done over the years so that’s how he knew it was true. He paid no mind to his sidekicks as he ran out of the office. He pulled his phone from the pocket of his coat and messaged his driver. He had to get home.

As he frantically paced in front of his building, he prayed to every kami above that this time— this time he wouldn’t be late. That this time he would be there. He wouldn’t yell, he wouldn’t shout, he wouldn’t raise his hands to his child. Never again. Not if it meant he had the chance to make things right. Not if it meant seeing his son again.

Losing himself in his thoughts, he’d unintentionally tuned out his surroundings and didn’t notice the blaring horn of his drivers car pulling up. The window was rolled down, revealing his driver’s usual expression of irritation. “Take me to Sekoto Peak.” Enji demanded. Barely in the car, he stared down his driver. “Now! Step on it, damn it!” he raised his voice, giving in to his impatience.

“Yes, Endeavor sir!”

He was never one to be antsy or nervous. Yet here he was, bouncing his knee and biting his nails. A cold sweat trickled down the back of his neck, hairs standing on end. Once he found Touya, the first thing he would do is apologize. Then he’d watch him. He would watch him and listen to everything he had to say. Touya always got so excited when he talked about his training. His voice would get high and bubbly as he rambled on about learning new moves. He wouldn’t interrupt or brush him off. He’d be patient like he should’ve been the first time.

Then he’d take Touya home. He would take a week— no, more than that away from work and spend time at home. He’d spend time with his family. He’d let Shouto play with his siblings, and he wouldn’t train him so hard, or at all. Yeah. He’d stop pushing such unrealistic expectations onto his children. He’d bring his wife back home and talk to her. To discuss options for their future, and if she wanted out then so be it. He wouldn’t fight and argue. He’d let her go and take the children if that’s what she wanted.

It would still be a better future than the one he’d been living in. He wouldn’t let his greed and unhealthy jealousy get in the way of what was important.

Enji cursed his agency for being so far from home as the minutes ticked by— painfully slow, might he add. The sky was clearing up, and the sky was orange bleeding into a deep and starry lilac. It was just about five pm. Every minute closer to the dinner Touya never made it home to. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to ease his mind by looking out the window, taking deep breaths to calm his panicked breathing. What if it was already too late? What if his son was already charred down to ash?

He could feel his heart practically leaping out of his chest when the roads started looking familiar. He could see it from here. Sekoto Peak. No more that a few kilometers. He could get there on his own right now. He was fast, he could ensure he’d be there on time. Ripping off his seatbelt was enough for his driver to hit the brakes. He started chewing him out for being so reckless and for being in such a hurry, but his complaints fell on deaf ears as Enji opened the car door and sped off. He could pay for the damage later. But if he didn’t rush now, the damage then would be much more than money could ever pay.

“Damn it, hurry.” he muttered to himself, dashing up the trail he was so familiar with.

He remembered the first time he took Touya up here. Though at the time, the boy was much more interested in unique stones and two squirrels tussling in the leaves, probably fighting over acorns. He’d give anything to have walks like that again. It didn’t have to be here, it didn’t have to be now. But he wanted it so badly. He wanted it more than anything. And maybe one day Shouto would join them on the mountain.

The other children, Natsuo and Fuyumi. Even if they didn’t want to train, he wanted to take them here. And if they wanted to be heroes one day, he would gladly be their teacher.

“Touya… please be…” he couldn’t even think right now. He couldn’t remember a time he felt this lightheaded and dizzy. He could tell he was getting closer, it only pushed him to run faster. He’d run until he lungs collapsed. Even then, he would get back up and keep running. This was a moment that’d have to be pried from his cold, dead hands. He took a left and entered a clearing by the lake. He caught his breath as he looked around.

The first thing he noticed wasn’t the fact that none of the dummies had been used, but the sound of quiet sobs and sniffles. He took slow, staggered steps into the clearing, whipping his head in every direction. A hard lump formed in his throat and his mouth became incredibly dry. He couldn’t bring himself to call out Touya’s name if he wanted to. He only followed the sounds of his muffled cries until they started getting louder. It was only getting darker, they both should’ve been home right now. 

“Suck it up. Don’t be a baby…” That voice. The voice that always called for him so happily. That light, bubbly voice that the hero missed so dearly. “Don’t cry,” Enji approached the lake, and there he saw Touya, hunched over as he sat on a rock. He was violently rubbing his eyes, leaving them red and irritated as he tried desperately to hold back his tears.

“Touya…” Enji said, voice barely above a whisper. His body moved before he could think, and he found himself jogging towards the boy, hot tears welling in his own eyes. “Touya! Touya, oh, Touya,” he said, trying not to fall to his knees. He could stop the tears now rolling down his face, eyes not daring to close as he trapped his son in a tight embrace.

“Dad? You… you went to work. How– H– How are you here?” His words came out as strained hiccups. He didn’t hug his father back, but Enji wouldn’t let go. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. With a hand holding the back of Touya’s head, he held him close and muttered out an endless stream of apologies. “...Dad?”

“You’re okay. I’m here now. Touya, I— I’m here.” Enji said as though he was talking to himself. He quickly pulled back so he could see his son’s face. Hands planted firmly on his shoulders, he took in the sight he only got to see through a framed photo at the shrine in his home. The face of a boy taken from him far too soon. They were here. He was here. Touya, not Dabi. His first-born son.

His baby.

“Uh— right! I–I asked you to come here,” Touya reminded himself as if he’d forgotten in the first place. He pulled away from his dad and put a bit of distance between them despite the man’s tears. “See? See?” he asked, holding out his fist as a bright blue flame engulfed his hand. “I’m awesome too, right? An–And I learned it all on my own—” He stopped himself upon noticing his father’s solemn expression. “I mean… I can still do better! I don’t want to burn the forest down or anything so I have to keep it low, but I’m sure if I—”

“Touya.” Enji said, cutting him off. His voice was shaky, and the tears which rolled down his cheeks had begun to dry. “I’m proud of you, son. I’m so very proud of you.” He watched Touya’s excited expression shift through clouded vision. “I know that I’ve failed you. Not just as a hero… but as your father. And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” he apologized again. “If you truly want to be a hero, I promise I’ll support you with everything I have. But you have to choose that for yourself.”

Touya lowered his arms, relaxing his stance as he stared in confusion. He’d never seen his dad like this before. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes again, and he didn’t know what to say. Did this mean his father would start training with him again? Would they practice every day like they used to? Would he watch him grow into a hero?

There were so many things Enji wanted to say right now, but he held his tongue. He didn’t want to stress Touya by unloading years of unresolved feelings onto him all in one night. Baby steps, one at a time. Right now, he just wanted to bring Touya back home where he knew he’d be safe. He’d make things right this time. This was only the first thing on a list of millions.

“We’ll train tomorrow, right?” Touya asked, holding onto the sleeve of his father’s coat. Enji nodded reassuringly, and Touya smiled. “Hey, dad! Can we have soba for dinner? I know it’s late but I really want so–”

“We can have soba, don’t worry about the time. You can stay up late tonight.” Enji interrupted, just wanting to enjoy this time with his son. He just wanted to see him happy again. “Maybe you and your siblings can have a movie night, and in the morning we’ll go see your mother.”

He wanted his son back.

“Really? We’re gonna go see mom? Is she coming home? I… I need to apologize to her. And to Shouto. Do you think she’ll want to see me, dad?”

He wanted Touya back.

“Of course she’ll want to see you. She loves you very much, Touya. We both do.”

…

It was quiet. A little too quiet, and it made the others worry. He hadn’t come out of his office since he came back from his press conference. That’s when Burnin and Kido gave up on knocking and barged in expecting to see their boss engrossed in more work. But… that’s not what they walked in on. Instead, the found Endeavor passed out at his desk, fast asleep, it seemed.

“Huh…” Kido muttered. “No wonder the agency’s so quiet. The bear went into hibernation.” he joked. Burnin nudged him with her elbow. “Hey, what was that for?”

“He’s had a long day. Plus, he just got discharged from the hospital.” Burnin said, voice uncharacteristically quiet. “He’s probably really fatigued, we should leave him alone… for now, at least. He’ll wake up soon. Come on, let’s get outta here before we lose our jobs,” she sighed.

She didn’t mention anything to Kido when they left the room, but she was sure he noticed it too. It was hard to miss the tears stains marking the hero’s face as he mumbled incoherent words in his sleep.

Enji Todoroki didn’t believe in luck.

It was completely unrealistic. Something straight out of a fairytale. But in this moment, holding Touya’s hand again as they walked down the mountain they so often trained on?

He felt like one lucky bastard.

WC: 2.7k (not proofread)

a/n: HA! ‘Twas nothing but a dream. I’m just too much of a bitch to write him waking up so I opted for another option :p ALSO let’s ignore my godawful pacing please and ty

[jamesunderwater]

Jily Microfic - Opponent

@jilymicrofics - feb 27th, prompt: opponent - words: 911 Summary: Lily might have a heart murmur, might have a crush, it's hard to tell, but she's definitely a feminist, and in case you were wondering, she doesn't care at all if another girl shows interest in James Potter. read the rest in this lil academic rivals to lovers series on my AO3, here! (and stay tuned as this is part 1 of 3 for a little end-of-the-month academic rivals finale ;D) Read Part 2 here & Part 3 here!

Lily Evans is a feminist – she’s obviously a feminist. She’s not about to treat another woman like an opponent just because the girl's got a crush on a boy Lily only mildly, maybe, a little bit – she isn’t even really sure she – likes. Especially not if that boy is James Potter. 

(Again, she isn’t sure – it could just be a heart murmur, she’s looking into it.)

So Tamara Campbell told her friend Maritza Acebo who told Mary Macdonald that Tamara thinks James Potter is cute – so what? When Mary asked James what he thinks of Tamara, he only said, “She’s cute, yeah,” and that’s not exactly I’m going to ask her out this instant sort of language. And so what if he does ask her out? The only reason Lily has to care is if some ninny gets James Potter distracted from his studies, leaving Lily without a challenge.

Sorry, not ninny – she’s a feminist. Some girl. Some lovely, “sure, she’s cute” girl, who is probably of at least average intelligence but – it’s only a fact, nothing subjective about it – surely is no intellectual equal to James Potter, and probably only likes him because she thinks he’s some gorgeous quidditch star with sexy hair and a great smile. And, you know, it isn’t Lily’s fault that Tamara’s high-pitched laugh sounds like the laugh of a ninny. Maybe she shouldn’t squeal so loud the entire corridor hears her just because Potter told one stupid joke…

—

“Happy anniversary,” James says, a proud grin on his face. He’s standing in front of Lily’s desk in their office, bouncing on his heels. He’s sure this is an idiotic idea, but since Lily already thinks he’s a fool, James figures there’s no harm in trying his luck. And whether she smiles or just smirks and rolls her eyes, either expression will be better than the perpetual frown she’s worn the last week.

When Lily lifts an eyebrow, he brandishes a plate from behind his back, placing it before her.

“What’s this?” she asks him, her tone flatter than he’d imagined it would be.

“Lemon tart,” James answers, his smile wavering a bit. “It’s your favorite…isn’t it?”

She stares at the plate for what feels like a century, and James can’t make any sense of what’s happening behind her blank expression. Finally, she says, “Yeah, I like it fine,” her voice lifting forcefully. 

James wishes he were being buried alive, or burned at a stake, or plummeting from three hundred feet in the air – anything besides standing here in this moment.

“Oh,” he manages through desert-dry lips. Clearing his throat, James attempts a recovery, his entire face on fire. “Well, I just thought – it’s been two whole months of being Head students together…” This explanation is going terribly. Is there a spell for turning the floor to quicksand? Can it be done non-verbally? “And we haven’t killed each other yet, so…” He forces a chuckle. “Thought we might celebrate.”

Lily looks at him then, finally, and the green of her eyes is wrong somehow. Too bright and too dull all at once. “Yeah,” she says, her lips down-turned. “Quite a feat.”

His heart squeezes in fear and warning bells chime loudly in his ears, but he asks anyway, “Are you alright?”

She clears her throat, and suddenly she’s standing and gathering her books into her arms. “I’m fine. Thanks for the dessert.” 

She disappears in a blur of red, the lemon tart still on her desk.

—

It’s her own fault, really. She should have just said she liked the damn lemon tart. Why didn’t she tell him she liked the lemon tart? Lily stares across the Gryffindor table, where a few seats down James is watching Tamara Campbell giggle at a decibel only pixies could match.

This is the third day in a row she’s had lunch at their table, her blue tie sticking out amongst the rows of red. There’s absolutely a rule about students of other houses switching tables, Lily’s sure of it – and if there isn’t, there really should be. This is…this is fraternizing with the enemy, if you really think about it, given they’ve got a match against Ravenclaw in two weeks. 

Lily grumbles in irritation. Two years ago she’d never have been able to say the quidditch schedule if asked. She’s been utterly compromised. Her Charms essay due tomorrow is only half-written; this morning, her potion was only the third best in class, and she hadn’t even cared about the disapproving look on Slughorn’s face.

Another giggling shriek reaches its crescendo, and she’s simply had enough. Leaving her plate hardly touched, Lily gets up from the table and heads for the door.

“Hey, Evans, hold on a moment–” 

She barely muffles a groan at the sound of his voice, quickening her pace as she passes him. 

James, with his spider-long legs, is beside her in an instant. “D’you mind trading patrols with me on Friday?” he asks, speaking to her like she’s a child on the verge of a tantrum, as he’s done ever since the lemon tart incident.  “I’ve…got a…” He trails off, suddenly looking incredibly sheepish. 

“Fine,” Lily cuts him off quickly to avoid hearing his bumbling explanation. Her anatomy’s gone all wrong; her lungs are in her throat, her heart is in her stomach, her brain's disintegrating altogether… 

She leaves in a rush, eyes burning, unable to tell who she thinks is more stupid: James Potter, or herself.

To be continued...

[by-soleil]

can't fight this feeling

Pairing: Mark Lee x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.7k+

Warning: One-sided love, Mutual pinning (?), Oblivious bestfriend(s), idk...

This fic was inspired by "Can't Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon"

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You remember it clearly. It was the morning of the very first day. The sun was unforgiving, blazing thru the thinnest of fabric that was your blouse. And it was only 9 in the morning. How you survived the rest of the day was still a mystery.

After sighing for the nth time, you try to scan the new surrounding. The unfamiliarity of it left you with an uneasy feeling. How exactly does one supposed to find where the ‘Neo Auditorium’ is after only being here once? Granted, it was your fault. It was you who skipped the unofficial tour of the ground in favor of getting your nails done.

You fish your phone out, maybe your friends replied to the text you sent before you started driving earlier. They should be here already, they should know where you’re supposed to be heading.

“Oh, crap.” you grit your teeth in annoyance. Checking once more if there are any clues about where that Neo place is in your group chat before locking your phone and threw it carelessly inside your purse.

“Screw it, I’ll find my way.” you mumble to yourself as you head towards the nearest walkway shaded by the tree.

Or so you thought.

What supposed to be a 4-minute walk from your car turned into a 30 minute of absolute confusion. Stopping at every directories for some sign only for you to find out weeks later that it hasn’t even been updated since God know when.

Just when you’re about to give up and just go back to your car for some air conditioning, someone approached you.

“Excuse me, do you need help?”

“Yeah, actually. l think I’m lost, I’ve walked around probably a thousand times to look for that damned Neo-something and somehow just ended up back here. My head hurts and I haven’t broke into these shoes ugh I feel like—“ you abruptly stop, realizing you just overshared and probably scare the only person that might actually help you. “I’m sorry, I’m mumbling. Yeah, a help would be nice.” you smile shyly.

The man in front of you gulped. A bit flustered with how fast you were talking. Then he chuckled. “It’s fine, you’re good. You’re looking for the Neo Auditorium, eh?” he asks, still chuckling lightly.

You nod, questioning weather you should feel offended that the man in front of you can’t seem to stop chuckling.

“I’m heading that way, actually. I’m guessing we’re in the same class. I could show you where it is.”

“Ugh, thank God!” you grunt, feeling relieved. Sipping what’s left of your watered down iced coffee, you nod to him. “Let’s go.”

“Umm, actually, can you wait a sec? I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be quick I promise.” The man in front of you hold his hand up as if to assure you he wasn’t lying.

A chuckle slipped out of your mouth and you nod before following the man towards the bathroom.

“I’m Mark, by the way.” the man walking next to you introduced himself. Making sure his hands are dry by patting it on his shirt before offering it for you to shake.

After introducing yourself, you arrived in front of a big wooden door with a big slab of glass running through the middle of it.

“You can sit next to me, the seats in front are all taken I think.” Mark offers kindly. Which of course you accept, a friendly face was exactly what you needed that day.

And that’s how you met Mark, your dearest, closest best friend.

Throughout the years, you and Mark become inseparable. It is not a strange thing for someone to ask you where Mark is when his phone is unreachable. Reserving two seats for you knowing Mark would also tag along anyway.

Here’s the thing, being around Mark is easy and comfortable. He feels like home.

Mark is your person as you are his. You tell Mark everything and he also tells you everything about him. Well, most things.

Countless nights spent with you burning his ears off talking about your shitty love life. How your ocean-deep love for Haechan is never reciprocated.

Mark is a great listener, he might never give you any advice on how to deal with your stupidity when it comes to Heachan—sometimes you wonder why, cause he seems to always have an opinion about everything else—but you don’t care. All you needed was to be heard. To feel heard. And Mark give you just that.

“What’s up, lover boy?” Jaemin greets Mark when he set his book bag down near the couch.

“Shut up, man.” He jokingly brush him off. Taking the guitar and placing it on his lap.

Jeno then pops out of nowhere, startling both Mark and Jaemin. “You coming tonight, lover boy? You know Haechan always throw the best parties.” he wiggles his brows.

“Of course Mark is going, his little girlfriend is gonna be there. Where is she, anyway? Aren’t you guys supposed to be glued together or something?” Jaemin continue to tease.

Mark taps the guitar strings, “First of all,” then he strums a chord, “not my girlfriend.” his slender fingers quick to adjust to another chord before strumming once more. “Second, she’s getting her nails done.” another strum of the guitar follows before he quietly murmured “for Haechan’s party.”

“How are you the smartest person I know yet capable of being this stupid?” Jeno tsks, shaking his head as he head for the fridge.

“Remind me to never let you copy my assignments from now on.” Mark jokes. Knowing exactly what Jeno is implying with him being stupid.

Mark never know that it would end up like this. What started out as friendship has grown stronger. At least for him.

Maybe it was the way you always put everyone else’s feelings before yours. Accommodating people’s wants and needs, even if it means going the extra miles.

Always so kind towards other people yet never really expect the same from them. Always so selfless, smiling through the inconvenience people threw your way. Mark knows that you know you can say no. You just choose not to. Making him want to be the person you could rely on.

Or maybe it was your pure heart. You love hard, you really do. Too bad it’s never to the right person. What a shame, really.

Mark wishes he had the strength to show his feelings. The courage to just shut you up when you tell him that you feel like shit and unwanted. To kiss the pain from your voice away. To show you how amazing you really are. How you deserve to be treated.

Mark though it was only a phase. Maybe the endless hours spent together, be it studying or just hanging out in your room was taking a toll on him. But, nowadays he started to doubt himself.

“Yeah, right.” he often find himself mumble quietly, running circles inside that big ass head of his—yes, you’ve confirmed it. Mark has a big ass head. Making him all the more grateful you always gift him beanie and bucket hat instead of baseball cap. Truth be told, he’d love it regardless.

Mark tried plenty of times, he went on dates. Yet, his mind kept on wondering whether you’ve had dinner or not. Or would you like the gnocchi he’s been playing with through his entire date. Or is the music that’s been quietly playing in the background would suit your questionable music taste. Everything just somehow linked back to you.

Most of the girls were nice, hell, all of them were nice. But they’re just not you.

Sometimes, he’d think it was his ego. His needs to be needed. You were so out of it and all over the place sometimes, makes him want to take care of you. You make him feel good about a lot of things.

“You look very pretty.” you hear Mark say when you step into his car. Grinning widely when you roll your eyes.

“I’m gonna shoot my shot tonight, Markie! It’s now or never. I’m tired of Haechan only seeing me as friends. I mean, I’m not all that bad, right? I’m pretty—like you just said. I’m always cheerful. I could make a great girlfriend. Don’t you think?” you bring your body forward, pestering your bestfriend for some validation. You need all the ego boost you could get for tonight.

Mark could feel his gut stirring inside. Tonight, huh?

“Earth to Markie! Hello?” you wave a hand in front of his face.

“My bad, I just randomly thought of something. Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Mark scrambles to turn the car on.

“Yeah, what? Are you okay, dude?” you ask genuinely concern. Your bestfriend was never the type to get all panicky. Something must’ve going on.

“Yeah, you’d make a great girlfriend.” was the last thing Mark said to you through the entire 20-minute ride to Haechan’s house.

What was supposed to be ‘the night’ for you, took turn for the absolute worst.

You were so eager to find Haechan as soon as you step into the party. The music blasting from the speakers pumping adrenaline straight to your gut.

Light airy steps got heavier the more you step into the living room. The visual of Haechan shoving his tongue down someone’s throat is all you could focus on. Smiling into the kiss like some simp in love.

Your vision’s getting blurry from the hot tears threatening to spill out. The air feels thick, the smell of booze doesn’t smell like a good time no more.

You didn’t feel the arm that suddenly wrapped around your shoulder, turning you around towards the front door. Helping you walk on your trembling limbs.

Everything was happening so fast. One second you were standing on Haechan’s living room grasping for air and the next you’re bawling your eyes out in your bestfriend’s arm. Soiling his ironed Ralph Lauren shirt with mixture of hot tears and snot.

Mark was there. Mark is always there. By your side as you pick up your shattered heart, gluing it back to together. He even helped gluing some of the pieces.

Mark was there, waiting patiently as you slowly turned back into your old self. The one he fell in love with.

Maybe what happened that night was for the best. Mark feel bad for feeling this way, but that was what you needed to finally get over Haechan.

You no longer fix your hair when Haechan walks by. You no longer care whether Haechan’s gonna be at the hang out later or not. You are over him.

“Wanna go get some Korean food?” Mark suggests over the phone.

“Kimchi jjigae?” you elaborate. Earning a groan from him.

“Something else. Literally anything except that.”

“Literally what is your problem with kimchi jjigae, Mark?!” you sound offended. Though it’s true you started eating kimchi jjigae just so you can resonate with Heachan, but over the time, you genuinely enjoy it. Annoying Mark everytime.

“I’m sick of it.” Mark groans. Never actually made his peace with the stuff you adopted when you were still head over heels towards Haechan.

“Then you pick! You know what? You’re pissing me off lately. Get that stick out of your ass before you come and talk to me!” you hang up the call before throwing your phone towards your bed.

Mark’s hands smacking the steering wheel repeatedly. Frustration consumes the better part of him. “What the fuck is your problem, dude?” Mark shouts to himself.

“Can’t fucking man up, I know that’s what.” Mark answer himself. Turning his car engine on before zooming to your place.

You barely caught you breath after cursing the hell out of Mark after the call ended earlier when someone—you obviously know who it is—starts pounding on your door.

“Open the door, please. I need you to hear me out.” Mark pleas, sounding way too soft for someone who just drove twenty miles above the speed limit all the way to your place.

You stand up immediately, stopping before you turn the door knob separating the two of you. “Are you done being an asshole? Cause I don’t have the energy to fight with you, Mark.”

“Please, open the door.” his plea sounds a lot sadder that before, weaken your pounding heart.

There are a bunch of things you expect when opening the door, but Mark, down on his knees looking defeated and red was definitely not one of them.

Mark breathes out you name, face looking up. He looked… nervous?

“I am sorry,—”

“As you should be,” you cut him off.

“Not just about earlier,” he paused, raising to his full height. Making you look up in the process. “But also for what I’m about to do”

Mark didn’t let you say anything before stepping into your personal space, catching you off guard. His hands fly up to cup each side of your face, causing heat to spread all over your body.

He breathes out your name wholeheartedly, “My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you that day. The day you were lost and can’t find our class. I’ve been running round in circles ever since. You take me to the places that alone I’d never find.”

“What are you saying, Mark?” your voice came out more like sigh.

“I can’t fight it no more. I can’t fight this feeling anymore.” Mark breathes heavily before leaning down and crashing his lips into yours.

The kiss was anything but sweet, it was filled with rage and desperation. It was filled with needs, it was like the kiss was the only thing keeping him alive. He doesn’t want the kiss, he needs it.

The shocked you felt was quickly washed off by the heat radiating from his soft lips working its way in against yours. Begging to be let it. Begging for you.

Your limp hands somehow find its strength to circle his waist, welcoming him with open arms as your lips do the same.

“What the fuck was that?” you laugh in his face when Mark finally have the decency to let you breathe.

He joins your chuckle as he connects your forehead with his. “Guess it finally get too much to handle.”

“What is?” your hands play with the hair on his nape.

“My feelings for you.” his voice lowers in volume.

You scoff, “You don’t get to feel shy after you just kissed me like a madman starving.” you try to pinch his sides. Earning a laugh so crisp you can’t help to join in.

“What took you so long?” you ask, outing yourself of knowing about his feelings already. Though it is obvious, you yourself are also afraid of pulling the trigger. Not wanting to lose the precious connection you and Mark have shared over the years.

“You knew?!” Mark shrieks in absolute horror.

You smack his forearm, “Everyone with brain size bigger than a shot glass would know, Markie!”

“Then why didn’t you say anything.” he pester, eyes still bulging out.

“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t wanna risk it. What we have, you know? And I know you’d break, eventually.”

“Of course, cause if it’s me begging on my knees it wouldn’t be a problem.” he rolls his eyes.

You stand on your tippy toes before landing a quick smooch on his lips. “Just like what I planned.”

“You little minx!” he bops your nose before throwing you on the bed, joining your laugh as you try to crawl away.

Things turned out way better than neither of you expected. The afternoon spent laughing, pointing out the times any of you showed affection more than what a friend should. Laughter and shrieks of embarrassment filled the small space of your bedroom. With the craving for kimchi jjigae long forgotten.