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spacemilkbag · 1 year
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their individual reactions are just so breathtaking like holy fuck
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peachesofteal · 9 months
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i am running around in CIRCLES for the baby trap au. how does darling treat them after she figures it out??? i’m SO IN LOVE WITH THIS
I am running in circles for YOU, Keri, because I love you so! 🩵🩵🩵
Quick note: Every ask is like a fresh AU unless there’s a link. I posted one recently that had Simon basically tranquilizing Darling, that doesn't happen here. It's fun to explore every avenue for the baby trap au, and that's what I'll be doing with these asks, unless the ask is specifically referencing something.
18+ Minors DNI. Mature themes. Pregnant reader.
Dinner looked absolutely foul.
You'd almost, almost, feel bad for thinking it, if you weren't too preoccupied with the tampered birth control that you found in the bathroom drawer earlier. You'd almost feel guilty for sneering at Johnny's cooking, a meal you usually love, but you can't stop thinking about that little foil packet, with it's little sad beige pills all lined in a row, sitting harmlessly in the bathroom drawer, untouched for three months now.
Three months. The number is startling to you, the realization that you are actually three months pregnant with a baby. A small human. That you're growing. That you thought, was total accident. That you thought, was just an innocent occasion, something that happens, sometimes.
Surprise! It's not. It's not at all, if that perfectly pressed piece of foil had anything to say about it, the way it was already lifted from it's edge screaming at you like you were stupid.
And maybe you were stupid. Stupid to think these boys actually loved you, stupid to think they actually cared about you at all. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
You can't even rationalize it, this choice, this decision they made. Can't begin to understand it. How could do they do this? How could they decide this for you? Force this upon you?
Johnny clears his throat, expectantly. Like they're waiting on something, and you jerk your head up to glance at the two of them.
"Did ya hear me?" He asks and you shake your head.
"Sorry, uh I was thinking." Your fork pushes the potatoes around on the plate and he frowns.
"No appetite?" Bingo. You can play this off as morning sickness. It's not really lying, considering you feel sick to your stomach anyway.
"Not really."
"Can I make you something else?" He tries, and he looks so eager, so hopeful. So sweet. It confuses you. How could this man, this person that you love, do something so, so wrong to you?
"No, thank you." Simon cocks his head, and you try not to shake in the chair. Simon will know. He'll know something's up. He reads you too well.
"Something on your mind?" He asks, and you shake your head quickly. Too quickly.
"N-no. Just thinking about... baby stuff." Johnny brightens, so happily, like a fucking clam, and you can't help the scowl that crosses your face. They're so fucking happy. So happy, that they took your choice away. Took your autonomy. Like it didn't even matter.
The change in your attitude does not go unnoticed.
"Hey, what is it?" Simon presses, and your fingers tighten around the fork, edges digging into your skin until it bites.
"Nothing, for fucks sake." You hiss, unable to stop yourself, unable to put a damper on your emotions, or your mouth. "Can't I have my own thoughts every now and then? You don't have a right to everything I'm bloody thinking all the time, you know." Johnny freezes, like a deer in headlights, watching you warily while Simon visibly tenses, biceps flexing beneath his t shirt.
"Darling-" He tries, and his tone is truly remorseful. Like he's sorry for setting you off.
You let the fork clatter to the plate when he continues, cutting him off. He looks surprised, mouth slightly agape, while you stare at him from across the table. The air in the room is thick, stagnant with whatever is simmering under the current, whatever it is that's waiting to strike.
"I'm going to lay down." You announce, standing up from the table as fast as you can.
Too fast.
The room spins, and you lurch, before finding your balance, hand thunking against the table to steady yourself. Johnny's up out of his seat in a blink, his reflexes too fast, and he's got an arm around your waist to steady you.
"I've got ya." He moves to pull you into his side, to provide you support, but you blow out a breath and push away.
"I'm fine. Just tired." you don't snap, but the words are brusque, and he flinches. You've never refused his affections, or attentions, ever in the history of your relationship. You close your eyes to take a deep breath. "I want to lay down." He steps away, slowly, and you can feel their eyes on you as you walk into the bedroom.
You slam the door as hard as you can, and then lock it, for good measure. It won't keep them out, but it will give you some privacy for a little while, at least. Enough time for you to have another cry, before you have to face them, and what they've done.
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Rough - Lando Norris
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Lando shoved you into the bathroom, following you inside and locking the door behind you. Swiftly, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them up against the wall, trapping you with his body.
"You think you can pull that shit and get away with it?" he snarled, staring you dead in the eyes.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you innocently responded, batting your eyelashes at him.
You had made him mad before, but he had never been angrier at you than he was now. As much as you hated to admit it to yourself, it was the hottest thing you had ever seen.
"Oh you're in for it now, slut," he spat, turning you around and bending you over the counter in the corner of the room without warning.
He ran his hands down over your hips and down the sides of your thighs, before slipping up the inside. "If I was weak, I'd fuck you until you were screaming my name if I found you this wet," he leant over and whispered in your ear, running his fingers over the thin lace of your underwear.
Subconsciously, you pressed yourself into his hand, desperate for the extra pressure. "If you think that's going to happen, your mistaken, sweetheart," he mocked with a light chuckle. 
You heard the unbuckling of his belt and the sound of his pants falling into a pool at his feet. He didn't even bother to take your underwear off, he simply slid it to the side. "So fucking wet," he mumbled, positioning his hands on your hips.
Without a single warning, he slammed into you hard. The stretch was painful, but blissful at the same time. He didn't give you time to adjust like he normally did, instead just thrusting in and out as fast and as hard as he could.
You could feel the bruises forming on your hips as his hands gripped tighter and the tip of his dick rammed your cervix with every thrust. There was not a single inch of your insides that he didn't touch.
Lando hadn't even been going for that long, but you were already feeling close. It was like electricity coursing through your veins as he touched you.
The closer you got, the louder the moans you let out became. They were throaty and desperate as he literally fucked the living shit out of you.
Lando slowed his pace slightly, bringing one of his hands over your mouth and the other fisted itself in your hair to pull your head back.
"Shut the fuck up," he growled, picking his pace back up. He was like a frenzied mad man, slamming into you at the speed of light and as hard as his body would let him. Your arms could barely hold you up against the counter as every thrust lurched you forward. 
A few hot, salty tears slipped down your cheeks and onto his hand at all the different sensations you were feeling. "You better fucking cry about it, bitch," he spat at you, smirking to himself as he felt your walls pulsing and tightening around him.
"You really think I'd let you cum after the stunt you pulled? Not a chance," he chastised, slowing down and pulling his dripping cock out of your slick folds. "Please Lando, shit I-" you said, needing to cum more than anything.
Instinctively, your hand slithered down to your clit and started aggressively massaging it, desperate for a release of all the tension that had been built up in your body.
"No, absolutely not," he instructed, effortlessly ripping your hand away from you. "On your knees," he commanded, spinning you around to face him.
The sight of your glassy eyes, rosy cheeks, smudged lipstick and tangled hair turned him on more than anything, and it served you right. You deserved it.
"Please-" you pouted.
"No. On your knees," he commanded, more assertively this time. You couldn't help but sink down to the floor, your doe eyes trained on his.
As you kept eye contact with him, you swirled your tongue around the tip of his dick, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. You positioned your hands on the base as you started to take more of it into your mouth. 
"That's it," he half praised, half mocked. You bobbed your head back and forth, the tip tickling the back of your throat as you tried not to gag. More tears ran down your cheeks as you suppressed the gag reflex. 
Balling your hair up in a fist behind your head, he held you still as he began thrusting in and out of your mouth. "This is what you get when you don't fucking behave," he hissed through gritted teeth as he could feel his orgasm bubbling up in his lower abdomen. 
Right now, he was fucking your mouth like he hated you, and you believed he did, but it was one of the most erotic thing you had ever done. Your throat burned and more salty tears trickled down your reddened cheeks, as his thrusts became sloppier.
"Shit, baby," he cursed as he released his seed into your mouth. You had no choice but to swallow the salty liquid as he held himself inside your mouth until he was fully done. 
His facial features softened as he pulled himself out of your mouth with a pop of your lips. "Come on, up," he said, soothingly. His mood had changed rapidly.
Lando took your hands and pulled you up from your knees. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked, swiping the stray tears off your cheeks with his thumbs. As you parted your lips, no words came out of your mouth because of how raw your throat was. 
"Don't try talking, nothing'll happen," he said, pulling you into a hug. "Come on, let's get you home," he softly told you, talking your hand and dragging you out of the bathroom. 
A/N - I am so sorry I don't know why I wrote this
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neptuneiris · 7 months
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brooklyn baby (03/?)
look at us, you and i, back at it again
pairing: rockstar!aemond × fem!reader
summary: another party, a group of friends and the spin the bottle game takes you back to aemond.
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here another chapter, long but necessary, I'm really enjoying writing this story and I hope you also like it a lot. I look forward to your comments, thanks for all the support my loves, enjoy!
warnings: alcohol, language, mention of weed.
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You let out a huge sigh of frustration and instantly stop typing, close your eyes and bring your hands to the back of your neck, not understanding what the fuck is wrong with you.
Oh but you do know.
Your funny mind tells you, only making you more frustrated and angry with yourself, as it is right because you do know what exactly is wrong with you. And what's wrong with you has a name: Aemond Targaryen.
It's going to be a whole week since that kiss and what a kiss... happened. You haven't seen him again but it's all constantly replaying in your mind, unable to avoid it and unable to stop.
All this week you have been trying to distract yourself with all your college homework, this important project is an example, but you always come back to think about him.
And you don't understand why, rather why that kiss and that moment with him is affecting you so much when it was just a kiss, yes, with a handsome guy who plays in a band, but nothing more than just a kiss happened.
However... you remember perfectly the feeling of his lips against yours, his hands caressing your face and body, also the way he pressed himself against you and sent waves of pleasure to your core.
Stop it!
You scold yourself, not being able to think about it here, in the school library, not when the simple memory of how he felt against you... right now makes you feel things you shouldn't feel in this place, at all.
You grimace, giving yourself a moment, because yes, it all felt great, the kiss was amazing, the feeling, everything... but a deep part of you tells you that you shouldn't have allowed it.
Maybe you didn't fuck with him but still, you've become just another girl who like all of them, fell easily at his feet. Even after seeing him like that with one of his fans, which tells you it's not the first time he's done it and after feeling disappointed, ignoring him and so on, you still reciprocated his kiss.
You get frustrated again, telling yourself that enough is enough and go back to work, no longer wanting to think about him and that kiss, focusing and getting serious about your project.
It takes you all afternoon and a small part of the evening to finally finish and you head back to your apartment, ending another stressful week and having no more worries, so you can rest now.
You let out a long sigh of relief as the warmth of your home envelops you, feeling so good to be back here and have no more worries, as you head to the kitchen and drop your backpack on the small island, thinking about what you can prepare to eat and then go to your room and watch a TV show or movie.
"Hi," says someone suddenly behind you.
You move as fast as your body allows you and completely scared you look at your living room behind you, where very comfortably on one of your sofas sits Baela, with her phone in hand and innocently eating some strawberries, which are in fact yours because you bought them two days ago when you went to the supermarket.
"W-what..." you stare at her blankly, your heart rate being faster than normal, "What are you doing here?"
"I texted you," she says still unconcerned, raising her phone, "I told you I'd be waiting for you here."
"But..." you look at her completely confused, "How did you get in? In fact, how come you and Rhaena can come in here? I have my keys, I-I don't....
"I made them a copy about a month ago," she interrupts you to answer, still unconcerned.
"What?" you snap, confused, "How?"
She shrugs.
"I know someone. And you didn't even notice."
You continue to stare at her completely confused, then let out a long breath and continue to try to control your heart rate, the feeling of being scared still not completely gone.
"God, you almost scared me to death," you look at her serious.
"Oh how dramatic," she rolls her eyes at you, "Anyway, come here."
You continue to watch her seriously, as you reluctantly make your way over to her to take a seat on your single couch, only to have your gaze fall on your bowl of strawberries that she is eating so placidly
"And those strawberries are mine," you snap at her.
She frowns at you.
"I'll buy you more, selfish."
You continue to stare at her for a few more seconds.
"Well? What's going on?" you watch her expectantly.
"There's a frat party tomorrow, the leader is a friend of mine, his name is William."
She starts to tell you and you instantly look away from her, understanding where she's going with this, as you let out a long breath and drop your head back against the back of the couch, closing your eyes.
"I invited Jace, I told him if he wanted he could invite his cousins and he said yes, they'll be there. So go prepare another one of your sexy outfit's."
"I'm not going," you tell her instantly, with resignation.
"What?" she also says instantly with surprise and confusion, "What are you talking about? And now why not?"
"I don't want to go."
She looks at you with her mouth wide open.
"B-but... are you crazy? Your sexy guitarist will be there," she says indignantly, "This is another great opportunity for you to see him again."
"It doesn't matter, I don't want to."
"What do you mean you don't want to!?"
She exclaims to you totally confused and without understanding anything, leaving the bowl with strawberries aside to give you all her attention, while you continue firm with your words and with the decision more than taken, from now on thinking that whatever she tells you, she won't make you change your mind.
What happened with Aemond... you don't want to say it was a mistake but it shouldn't have happened either. You've already become just another one of the crowd and if you see him again, you're afraid you won't be able to stop again and you really don't want that.
You don't want to take things any further... you don't want to 'officially' become another one of the crowd if he and you... get involved in that way.
"I'm not understanding anything," Baela says frustrated, "You don't want to see him again?"
"Baela, I don't want to see him again because I don't want to become another girl in his pile," you say seriously.
"W-what?" she says more confused than before, "Wait, what do you mean? Why do you say that? Did something happen with him that you haven't told me? Because I swear I don't understand anything."
"We kissed at Jason's party," you tell her suddenly, surprising her, "And I let it happen just when earlier at the after party I saw him going into the bathroom with one of his fans."
Baela, still surprised, softens her whole face now in understanding, but still surprised, while you affirm to her with your gaze that it is true, with your disappointed and serious face.
"It just happened. I couldn't help it," you tell her frustrated, bringing your hands back to your face, "But I felt so disappointed and so... stupid," you let out a long breath, "When I saw him like that, I understood that it's not the first time he's done it and I also understood why he gave me so much attention that time in Brooklyn. And I gave him exactly what he wanted at the party and he didn't even make any effort," you place a sour look, "And who could tell him no? Of course no one."
Baela lets out a long breath, watching you sadly.
"Y/N...
"I was so naive. I should have known," you interrupt her, "He's very handsome and plays in a band, it was clear he had thousands of girls after him and now... he only wants me as a one-night stand, then he'll ignore me and I'm really not interested to go back to being just another one of the crowd."
"But..." Baela watches you intently and hopefully, "Are you sure about what you saw? Maybe you misunderstood."
"They went into the men's room together, Baela, just him and that girl," you tell her obviously, "And they didn't go in together to play cards, did they?"
Baela doesn't say anything more, she just lowers her gaze and seems to think, trying to find an explanation, when there is no clear explanation other than that. And just like you... she feels disappointed.
Aegon looks like that kind of guy, in fact he is that kind of guy, but Aemond? Even she didn't expect it, though she knows you're right, both and Rhaena as well should have known since he's absolutely handsome and can easily afford that.
And she has no idea how to defend him, so she totally understands your disappointment and that you now want to keep your distance, being the best thing, because that's what she would do too if she were in your place.
"So your love novel with the sexy guitarist is over?" she asks you sad and disappointed.
"Yeah," you mumble, "As handsome as he is, I'm not interested if things are going to be like this."
She lets out another long breath again, resigned.
"Fine, then we won't mention the sexy guitarist anymore."
You place a sad little smile.
"But at least you and Rhaena got lucky and the thing with Jace and Luke is serious."
"I wouldn't call it serious," she says thoughtfully, with a grimace, "I mean, we're not seeing anyone else but... yeah," she shrugs, "Things are getting there."
You feel happy for them, they know it, so you don't say anything else, neither does Baela and the two of you sink into a comfortable silence that is all over your apartment, while you stare at a specific spot in your living room, thinking about everything and yet nothing, while Baela continues to eat from your strawberries, also thoughtful and still feeling disappointed.
Then you start to think again about what you are going to prepare to eat and also what movies you will decide to watch, whether suspense, science fiction, love or massacre.
"Don't you want grapes?"
Baela asks you suddenly, pulling you out of your thoughts, as you see how the bowl in her lap is already empty.
"I have some in my fridge. I can pay you with them for the strawberries."
You watch her slightly amused for a moment, then let out a small laugh and nod.
Unfortunately for you, your Friday night goes by fast, where all you did was stay in bed watching a movie marathon with Baela of love being the final decision, whether it was Me Before You, Love Rosie, Midnight Sun, Two Feet Apart, also Nerve and the first Maze Runner movie.
Until you wake up, it's Saturday, Baela is gone and you actually read her message telling you that she has returned to her apartment.
You stay in bed all morning, not really doing anything important, until you get up, take a shower, make yourself a meal and go back to bed with a bowl of chips, ready to continue with the next episode of Gossip Girl.
It's the third time you're re-watching the show but you don't care.
Then you fall asleep and when the sound of your phone wakes you up, you see through your windows all the dark sky, while everything inside your room is reflected by the light of the TV and also by the New York buildings that surround you with their light windows and give that so well known nocturnal characteristic of the city.
You let out a yawn, realizing that your nap has gone on too long when you turn on your phone screen and see that it is almost nine o'clock at night
You strain your eyes and watch more closely as Baela has texted you, as have some of your classmates, but it's the weekend and you don't want to worry about anything at school right now, so you read Baela's message.
baela🐬: are you sure you don't want to come?
You frown.
You: where are you?
And she replies back instantly.
baela🐬: at will's party
And she sends you a picture of her with Rhaena and Luke, while you distinguish Jace's figure a bit off in the background, preparing a drink, while there are colored lights and a bunch of other people, so you remember him and you also remember that he must be there too.
You: have fun
But as soon as you send the message, Baela reads it and quickly responds.
baela🐬: he's not here👀
And this immediately catches your attention, frowning again and then answering and waiting for an attentive response.
You: why not?
baela🐬: everyone came except him and daeron. jace said they both decided to stay home.
You watch with your narrowed eyes the message, questioning Baela's words and not quite believing her.
You: are you lying and this is one of your plans to get him and I to see each other?
baela🐬: 🙄
baela🐬: after what you told me do you think I would do that to you?
You press your lips together, as you let out a long breath, since she is right. Baela can be very insistent but when you finally make her understand that no is no, she stops.
You: send me the address
You say finally, having made up your mind, needing to go out and have fun after such a stressful week, as if all your weeks are not the same, and then you leave your phone on the bed and get up to get ready.
You take advantage of the fact that he's not there, because then you won't have to be worrying about being in the same place as him after what happened between the two of you and you can actually have fun.
From your closet you choose an all-black dress that fits your body perfectly, with straps and comes to mid-thigh. You decide to wear it with a pair of boots without a platform since you will get tired if you wear the high platform ones. (click here)
You discard one of your jackets as you know it won't be necessary in a crowd of people so you go on to do your make-up, this time putting on a matte flesh colored lipstick and leaving your hair straight with two strands together in the middle of your head.
Once you're ready, you call for an Uber, since Baela has taken the car and not long after, you find yourself entering the party.
You spot a few of your classmates as you enter the huge house, greeting them, greeting Baela's friends that she introduced you to and even crossing paths with Jason who is with Cregan and Alysanne.
You ask for your cousins and find them near the kitchen, each one talking to their respective boy, while on your way to them you meet Aegon, although he doesn't see you, as he is sticking his tongue down the throat of a blonde girl.
You watch him slightly surprised and amused by such a scene, until you finally reach your cousins.
Rhaena pulls you into a huge hug, instantly telling you that you look amazing with a smile, to which you also say the same, also to Baela, then greeting Jace and Luke, Jace quickly offering to make you a drink.
"Have you guys been here long?" you ask them over the music.
"Not long. About an hour ago," Rhaena answers you.
"So? What's the news?"
"Nothing new, you know," Baela tells you smiling, "We were actually thinking of playing beer pong."
"Oh, great. I want to play the first round," you say instantly, ready to start enjoying the party.
Just then Jace returns with your drink, you thank him and the five of you start setting up for the game, beginning first by playing one-on-one and then two-on-two.
Laughter and excitement invades the five of you every time the ball goes in or out of the red cups, having a good time, forgetting about the outside world for a while and enjoying these moments.
Other people at the party also join in to play, making it all even more fun, Rhaena already starting to get a little drunk, as are you, though not too much.
Then the five of you decide to go dancing along with all the other people, shouting, singing and enjoying all the songs while Rhaena records and takes some pictures, while you already start to feel the alcohol taking effect a bit more, letting you get more into the moment, really enjoying it.
Until you start to get a bit left over among the four of you as Baela starts to dance very close with Jace, both in their own world, also Rhaena with Luke, both still shy but getting more and more confident.
Still it doesn't bother you, you dance alone and even join in with another group of girls dancing nearby, singing with them.
You then accompany Rhaena along with Luke back to the kitchen to hydrate a bit, you also deciding to drink water this time because of how hot the house already feels, and then Baela and Jace join in as well, the five of them taking a break.
They both offer to prepare more drinks, while you go for your fourth beer, staying a moment alone with your cousins.
"So? Has anything happened between you and Luke yet?" you ask her interested, with a small smile.
And of course, Rhaena blushes and smiles shyly.
"We kissed."
"At Jason's party?"
"Yes and also a while ago," she tells you clearly controlling her excitement, "I don't know, I feel like we're going slow but sure."
"Better that than going fast," Baela tells her, nodding in her direction.
"You go fast with Jace," you tell her amused, laughing.
"That's not true," she gets indignant, "We've only kissed."
"Oh so you didn't take him to your apartment when Jason's party was over?" you inquire, expectantly.
Immediately she looks at Rhaena completely serious and more indignant than before.
"You were the gossip?"
"I didn't say anything!" she tells her instantly, "Besides it was obvious. I slept with Y/N because there was no way I was going to sleep on your couch to listen to your sounds."
You let out a huge laugh, as Baela reluctantly takes a sip from her beer bottle.
"Well, it's true, we're going fast but we've both been clear and know what we want."
"Thank God," you nod to her then let out a long breath, putting on your thoughtful face, excited and sad at the same time, "I admired you guys," you mumble, looking out into the beyond, "I would have wanted to have the same luck."
"Oh come on, don't say that," Rhaena tells you instantly with a soft look.
"Yeah, it wasn't like….
Start to say Baela too, but she stops mid-sentence, drawing her sister's attention and yours too, while you see how she stands watching behind you completely static, surprised and a bit fearful.
You exchange confused glances with Rhaena, who stares at her sister as if she is completely mad.
"What? What's wrong?"
She tells her but Baela doesn't react, so Rhaena also looks to where she's watching and her reaction is also the same, instantly looking surprised at who knows what, annoying you because they don't say anything.
"But what the hell is wrong with you guys?"
You inquire them without understanding, confused, to follow the same gaze as both of them, watching behind you and then… now you understand.
You part your lips and watch with your eyes wide open as Daeron and Aemond make their way through the entire party, instantly drawing everyone's attention, but more so the girls specifically, beginning to feel your heart start to beat fast as you watch them.
Incredulous and confused you don't understand anything, seeing how he is here, when he wasn't supposed to come, all the memories of that almost kiss and then the kiss invading your mind instantly, also the memory of his hips pressing against you.
Fuck.
That's all you can think of as you watch him, standing there, walking among all the people in that alluring way of his, as if he owned the whole place, yet with his unconcerned look and deliberately ignoring all the girls watching him interested.
Then you look again at your cousins, who look back at you still surprised.
"What is he doing here?"
You inquire, at that moment realizing the panic that begins to invade your whole body, since you were supposed to come here because he wouldn't be here.
"How should I know?" Baela tells you instantly, looking just as worried as you, "Jace said they weren't coming, that's why I texted you."
Still panicking, you go back to watching him, still being the center of attention along with Daeron, who smiles at everyone and looks more than willing to start having a good time, while you couldn't say the same for Aemond, but still he's here.
You look away, let out a huge sigh and take a huge gulp from your beer bottle, resigned.
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Aemond.
Aemond has never felt more tired in his life.
Constantly moving from one side to the other for the tour, having five-hour rehearsals during the week and on weekends attending concerts along with the after party and finishing very late to be the same routine the next day, he doesn't find time to rest properly.
He sees how his brothers and his cousins, actually nephews, do everything, they look happy, like new and he... doesn't. Rather, he feels exhausted.
It's not that he doesn't like what he does, on the contrary, he loves playing guitar and giving a good show, but he wishes that's all it would be.
Criston, his manager, insists that he must spend time with the fans, since after all they are the reason why they are successful and can play their concerts, but he, not that he is ungrateful, in fact he does spend time with them… but to a certain point.
He can take pictures and sign his autograph in a pleased and calm way, also receive gifts like necklaces or bracelets from them, he really appreciates those gestures. But when the girls get too intense and start touching him, also invading his personal space too much… that's when the discomfort begins.
He understands that they feel very excited, but there are limits and many of them do not respect them by wanting to act as if they have known him all their lives and believe they have a certain right over him.
Also social media, if it were up to him, he wouldn't have it, he really doesn't like it and prefers the real world. But Criston insisted that he do it for the band, agreeing to at least have Instagram account.
He got used to it soon after by posting promotional photos, whether it was of a new single, a new music video or a new album, also from the tour. Then he only started posting behind-the-scenes photos of his brothers and nephews, also of the cities he was traveling to, but nothing else.
Also the invasion of his privacy by fans was something he didn't like at all, however, like his brothers and nephews, he had to learn to deal with it.
Sometimes he thinks about what would have happened if he had decided to go to college, definitely another story of his life would be, but honestly… he can't imagine himself not being this, a musician.
However, he didn't think that following Aegon's idea about forming a band would be so heavy and bring so much questioning about his life and what he does.
At least the tour ends in New York after having traveled half the country, where his mother and family live, also where he has his own apartment, just like Aegon.
And the first two concerts are in Queens, then they will play in three different clubs in Brooklyn and finally they will play two more concerts in Manhattan.
There is nothing new, only the public reacts differently when the dates of the last concerts start, Queens actually being very quiet and more pleasant for him, but not for Aegon, who complained about the lack of excitement from the fans and that the girls practically didn't jump on him.
And of course, Jace and Daeron had to agree with him.
Then Brooklyn, the first concert being exactly what Aegon expected, all the girls screaming, lots of energy in the audience and on stage, lots of noise and a whole scandal.
And the second concert is the same, until finally something interesting happens at the after party when he almost makes that fan lose her balance and doesn't jump the second she sees him walk out of that room, being you.
Aemond was so used to any girl practically jumping on him and doing everything to get his attention, but not you. And he knew because you're not really a fan.
But still, you surprised him by the way you are.
He was surprised that you were somehow understandable to him to be hiding from the fans for a while and that you didn't judge him, also that you weren't playing dumb to get his attention, that you didn't instantly react to him after he decided to push you a little, you just were honest at all times and gave him his space.
And you got his attention a lot in just a matter of moments. And Aemond in that instant knew… he wanted, no, he needed to see you again.
He had never given free tickets to anyone before, you just happened to be an exception, in fact he didn't have permission to do that, but he didn't care and luckily no one noticed, least of all Criston.
He really wanted you to take something from the concert back home, so he genuinely didn't make you both go into that room to take advantage of the fact that you were both alone and get something more from you, no, he really did it out of kindness.
But as the seconds passed and the conversation extended, he couldn't help but think what it would feel like to kiss you, to feel you, to touch you. And when he saw that you also began to respond in the same way, that's when he decided to make the move.
It would have happened, had it not been for Aegon, of course.
After you thanked him and left embarrassed, Aegon gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder, telling him that had he known, he wouldn't have interrupted him, but that Criston was going to go mad if he didn't go out and talk to the fans.
In the days that followed he never stopped thinking about you, much less when he found out that Jace and Luke were texting your cousins, so he was looking forward, even if he didn't realize it, to the concert in Manhattan.
But what a great disappointment he felt when he saw your cousins, but not you.
Originally he didn't plan to find out what had happened to you, but when he was at the bar with your cousins, he couldn't contain himself any longer and asked them both where you were.
After that, the stress came back.
With the last concert coming up, the whole band had to rehearse longer hours than usual every day until the day of the concert, Aegon insisting that he wanted everything to be perfect, following Criston's idea, as it had to be unforgettable.
They were going to take a break for a month, then they would play more concerts in New York and in the closest surrounding areas of the state such as Pennsylvania, Maryland, New Jersey, Connecticut, Rhode Island and Massachusetts.
Aemond tried not to think about you anymore, because after you didn't go to the concert, he began to understand that he would probably never see you again.
Then the last concert started and all the pressure he had on him he felt more at that moment, knowing perfectly well that he couldn't make a mistake, focusing all the time on his notes and especially on his solos.
He couldn't relax, not even with the cigarette, keeping in mind that after this he would have to focus on the fans, when all he wanted was to finally rest and not worry about more concerts, feeling very tired.
That's why he did what he did.
After spending only a few minutes with the fans, returning to the room, he had to leave almost immediately on Criston's orders, but on his way out he saw a very excited fan already at the door asking him for a picture.
It was enough to observe her from head to toe and then tell her to follow him, going directly to the men's room where the girl did not even ask a question since it was quite clear the intention and she did not say no either.
When was the last time he had done this? At the last concert in Portland, Oregon.
He knew Aegon did it too, but he wasn't more frequent than he was, since he only did it when he felt the need too much due to stress and frustration, as in those moments.
He fucked her from behind, fast and hard, not needing foreplay as she was completely wet. He didn't touch her except from the waist and nothing else, she wanted to kiss him and touch him but he didn't let her. He just needed to release.
Neither of them needed to take off their clothes either, she had a skirt on and that made everything faster, just like he wanted. Then he came out of the bathroom first after cleaning up, telling the girl to get out of here without anyone seeing her, to go back to the center of the pub, where he met Aegon.
When then he saw you.
Surprise came over him completely, definitely not expecting to see you, barely realizing that you had seen the concert and that you had been here the whole time.
And after you made no move to approach him, completely ignoring his gaze on you and also as if he wasn't in the same place as you, he understood that you knew what he had done.
You had seen him and he couldn't help but get more frustrated about it.
The boys had mentioned a party, Jace most of all, saying that Baela, your cousin, had invited them. He had from the beginning thought about not going and in fact wasn't going to, but after seeing you… he decided to join in as well.
Throughout the party it became clearer to him that you had definitely seen him and so you continued to ignore him, which made him frustrated but he also understood you.
However, had he known you were there, the first thing he would have done was to try to get close to you and what he did with that girl he would never have considered.
Until finally things turn out in his favor on that balcony.
From the beginning he told himself that he wasn't going to ruin this opportunity to talk to you by being left alone and that he wasn't going to bring up the subject so as not to make you feel uncomfortable by his actions… unless you decided to talk about it.
And he thought the two of you would just talk and nothing more, but the moment he started testing the waters just out of curiosity and also because he wanted to, of course, you started responding in the same way, just like in Brooklyn and he felt very lucky to finally feel your lips against his.
What came next was not intentional, but his emotions began to make him let himself go and you were very responsive at all times to his touch, only driving him crazier.
He enjoyed the moment and very much, loving every second of it, of feeling your lips, your body, your hands on his face and neck, everything, only leaving him wanting more when the moment was interrupted.
But you looked absolutely beautiful with that look of desire, your red, swollen lips, watching him with that slight glow in your eyes, the lights of the huge buildings illuminating both of them, you.
And Aemond at that moment only felt more the need to see you again.
Unfortunately nothing more happened between you and him that night, both of you couldn't be together anymore because afterwards Luke and Daeron started feeling sick from all the drinking, Daeron especially started throwing up in the bathroom and could barely stand up by himself.
Aemond had to take care of him and they left the party.
Afterwards neither he nor you tried to communicate after what happened, he mostly didn't do it so as not to overwhelm you and not to make you feel pressured, so he preferred to give you your space until you had processed what happened and that you wouldn't consider him an intense for wanting to see you again.
But how he wanted to see you again and he understood that he wouldn't until his nephews and your cousins planned something. However, when Jace told them about a frat party, he told you that Baela didn't mention you when he asked her with whom she was going.
So he decided not to go and went to visit his mother, who has her own apartment also on the Upper East Side and Daeron lives with her, however, because his little brother was grounded after his mother saw him in that state last time, he managed to convince her to lift his grounding.
And now they're both there, in the living room, as their mother prepares to go to a dinner party for her work and Daeron insists that he take him to that party.
"We won't say anything to Mom, she says I'm still too young to go to frat parties."
"And she's right," he replies, disinterested.
"Oh come on, the party last time was a frat party."
"It was in an apartment, not a house," he clarifies.
"But it was still a college party!"
"Then you must not have had too much to drink and that's why I don't want to go to this party if I'm going to have to babysit you afterwards," he tells him seriously.
"Oh, what a bullshit," he tells him indignantly, "We both know and in fact everyone knows that you don't want to go to that party because your girl from the other night won't go."
"Keep messing with me and I'm not taking you to any more parties," he warns him.
"But you don't want to take me to this one!" he tells him again indignantly, "Come on dude, I really want to go."
"Then go," he says confused, "I don't understand why you want me to go with you."
"And how am I supposed to go by myself? Flying?"
He lets out a long breath, starting to get irritated.
"I already told you no, Daeron."
"Please."
"No."
"Please!"
"No."
"But…
"No."
"Dude…
"No."
"Let's go to the party and I won't tell Criston that you gave free tickets to that girl and Jace and Luke's girls."
Then Aemond's gaze immediately refocuses on Daeron, who crosses his arms and watches him expectantly, completely serious and more than willing with his threat.
"The others didn't notice but I did," he lets him know, smiling with superiority, "Those tickets were for some friends of Criston's and he asked me to take them to him. And what a coincidence that they were gone right after you and Aegon left the room."
"It could have been Aegon," he tells her serious.
"Aegon loses his own things because he doesn't remember where he put them and you think he's going to know where those tickets were kept?" he asks her confused.
Aemond lets out a long sigh, as he looks away from him, looking clearly annoyed.
"You fucking little demon."
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Reader.
The bottle game and seven minutes in paradise.
That's what everyone wants to play, being Baela's idea mainly, while she insists you to join, telling you it will be fun, while all the participants, Cregan, Jason, Alysanne, Rhaena, Luke and Jace of course, also the leader of the fraternity and Baela's friend William, wait in his room.
But you really don't like that game, the last time you played that, already many months ago also at a party, it wasn't very nice.
"Come on," Baela insists you pleadingly for what you think is the eleventh time.
"I told you, I'll be there with you but I'm not going to play," you tell her tired.
"That's not the point. You have to play, come on," she insists again.
"Baela," you look at her irritated.
"And I promise I won't sneak back into your apartment. Let alone steal food from you again," she says instantly, hopefully.
And at this you raise one of your eyebrows in her direction, expectantly.
"And will you give me the copy you clandestinely took from my key?"
She rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, whatever. It's at my house, I'll give it to you later."
"Are you sure about that?" you inquire with an obvious look.
At this she doesn't say or do anything to you, as you point to her bag with your gaze and then extend your hand, gesturing to her with your fingers, clearly waiting, while Baela is left with no other choice.
She lets out a resigned and irritated sigh, then reluctantly from her purse she pulls out the key to your apartment, handing it to you in the same manner.
"There. Happy?"
You smile pleased, putting it in your purse.
"Yes, very," you tease.
"Okay, now come on," she insists, taking you by the arm.
"Wait, the brownie."
You head over to the island in the huge kitchen, grabbing a brownie from a clear box right there.
"You're really going to eat that?" she asks you curiously, with a small smile, as she crosses her arms.
"It's not for me, it's…
"Hello ladies!"
Three platinum heads approach you, this immediately catching your attention, feeling incredibly nervous the second you see it's Aemond, already watching you.
You bite your lips and avert your gaze instantly, trying not to look nervous and not letting those thoughts from before invade you, focusing on Aegon and Daeron, but Aegon more so since he pretty much always speaks for everyone.
"Y/N!" he exclaims in surprise, with a huge grin, "I hadn't seen you. I thought you hadn't come."
"You were busy when I arrived," you tell him with a nervous little smile.
"I was?" he says confused and you nod, "I don't remember. Anyway, what are you two doing? My little cousins weren't with you?"
"They're upstairs, we're going to play spin the bottle and seven minutes in paradise, do you want to join?"
Baela asks them instantly, turning to the three of them with a smile, while you quickly look at her almost wanting to murder her at that moment, but you stay neutral and wait for him to say no.
"Yeah, sure," Daeron says instantly.
"I'm in," Aegon assures you as well, sliding over to you, pointing his index finger at the brownie in your hand, "Are you going to eat that? Because it's calling me."
"They're of weed," you clarify to him.
"Weed?" he repeats in surprise, "Wow Y/N, I didn't think you were that kind of girl," he tells you as he crosses his arms and watches you with a half smile.
"It's not for me, it's for Cregan, he asked for it," you tell him amused.
"Cregan?" he instantly inquires, "Cregan Stark, my man? He's here too?"
"I thought you saw him when you arrived," Baela tells her confused, "He's up there too, he's going to play with us."
"And why didn't you say that before? Then let's go!" he says instantly, grabbing Daeron by the shoulder and starting to hurry out of the kitchen towards the stairs, when he stops to turn back to you, "Give it to me, I'll give it to him," he takes the brownie from your hand and resumes his walk, "Hurry up," he urges you all, then asks Baela which room exactly everyone is in.
You watch as Aemond nonchalantly follows them, for which you curse internally, since you thought he wouldn't participate in this, he doesn't seem like the type of guy who chooses to play those kinds of games, but you have no choice.
Once you reach William's room, which is gigantic, Baela announces that she has found more players and everyone starts to take a seat on the couches, while you watch as Aegon greets Cregan very happily and he greets him as well, as if the two haven't seen each other in years, handing him the brownie.
Then Rhaena stands in the center, empty bottle in hand, setting it down on top of a small table that is also in the center.
"Well, I think we all know how this is played by now."
"Are there any rules?" asks Jace.
"Of course there are, without them this wouldn't be fun."
You let out a long sigh, looking away, already wanting to get out of here.
"We made a deal," Baela suddenly says to you, instantly, quietly and as if she had read your thoughts.
"I know," you mutter back, watching her irritated.
But she smiles happily and you all turn your attention to Rhaena.
"This will be truth or dare, if you choose dare it will be to go in with someone in the bathroom who will also choose the bottle for seven minutes. If you want to do your dirty things, we will play loud music and turn it off when the seven minutes are up," she makes it clear, "The thing is, you have three lives, so to speak. If you choose true every time the bottle points at you, by the fourth time it will be dare."
"Understood."
"And no one can cheat or refuse," your cousin makes clear.
"This is like the mafia, once you're in, you don't get out," Aegon says.
You stir uncomfortably, avoiding looking at a certain person in front of you, because you perfectly feel his stare on you, making you feel nervous but not only because of that, also because you're both here, playing games.
What are the chances that you will have to fulfill the dare with Aemond?
You probably would have wanted it before, but now that you've made your decision, you continue to stand firm with it, really not wanting such a thing to happen or you won't have the slightest idea what to do.
The circle starts at one corner with Aegon, then Cregan, Alysanne, Rhaena, Aemond, Daeron, Luke, then Jace, Baela, you, Jason, William and then two of William's friends that you don't know.
Then Rhaena spins the bottle and the game begins.
First everyone chooses truth, starting cool, so it's their turn to answer questions such as; "the craziest place you've ever had sex," "your favorite position," "at what age did you lose your virginity," "do you have a fetish or any sexual preference," "have you ever been or had a friend with benefits," "have you ever faked an orgasm, "have you ever participated in a threesome?"
Those and more sexual and uncomfortable questions are asked.
So far, the bottle has not pointed to you, nor to Baela, nor to Aemond nor to Luke.
Until Cregan is the first to dare to say dare, then the bottle points at Alysanne, to the surprise of many who know that there is something more between them than just a friendship, as they always say.
As Rhaena said, William plays music on his Alexa at full volume or at least loud enough for no one to hear anything. And you again try to ignore Aemond's gaze on you as you talk to Jason next to you.
Then the seven minutes are up and when they both come out of the bathroom, they look presentable, but everyone instantly mocks and Alysanne embarrasses herself, giving herself away.
The game goes on and Aegon also dares in saying dare and the bottle is pointed at one of William's friends. And when the seven minutes are up, Aegon doesn't even bother to dissimulate that something definitely happened between them.
When then the bottle points at you, making everyone in the circle watch you and luckily you still have your three lives.
And who will ask you? Unfortunately Aegon.
"Have you ever kissed any of us here?"
Fuck.
You curse internally again, while everyone watches you attentively and more than interested, except Baela, Rhaena and of course him, because they already know.
You sense that Aegon knows too, though maybe Daeron, Jace and Luke don't, but who knows. So there's no point in lying, much less when that person is here.
Inevitably you watch him for a few short seconds, seeing how he watches you intently, bringing the beer bottle to his lips without taking his gaze away from you, looking so sexy.
No, don't think that!
"Yes," you say casually, lowering your gaze.
"Who?" asks Cregan, interested and with a smile.
"Just a question," Baela jumps to your rescue.
"Oh come on, you're just leaving us with the intrigue," he complains indignantly.
The bottle spins again, feeling more of Aemond's gaze on you, but you don't return it, when it's Daeron's turn to do the dare and he enters the bathroom with the same girl who entered with Aegon earlier, only when they both come out, you notice nothing happened.
Then the bottle points at Jace, having to do the dare as well, but the bottle points at Jason and everyone laughs, so with no choice, they both go into the bathroom together and when the seven minutes are up, they both pretend to wipe the saliva off their lips.
It's not until later that it's Baela's turn to meet the challenge and Jace finally gets his wish to go into the bathroom with her. Then it's William's other friend's turn to do the dare and the bottle points at Luke.
It is clear that when they both leave the bathroom, nothing happened and so the game continues, until luck has its way and it is Daeron's turn to go into the bathroom with the same girl Luke went in with, then Luke goes in with Rhaena and then it is William's turn to go in with you.
Nothing happens, they both just talk, not being at all awkward, as he is actually very nice, but still when they both come out, most of them make teasing and he clarifies that nothing happened, while all the time you feel the burning gaze of him.
Then Rhaena spins the bottle again and it finally lands on Aemond, with Alysanne being the one to ask him.
"Which of us here would you kiss?"
You lower your gaze instantly, biting your lips, not daring to look at him, not having the slightest idea why but you don't understand why the questions are precisely about kissing just when he and you have already kissed.
Aemond's answer is not immediately heard and you continue to stare at your lap, while everyone else around you watches him attentively and expectantly, wanting to hear his answer, when you feel his penetrating gaze on you.
Honestly you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't say your name, maybe he would want to save you both embarrassment and you would understand perfectly if he says the name of some of William's friends. Besides, the kiss has already happened, you find no reason why he-.
"Y/N."
In an instant you raise your gaze towards him, your breath catching at that moment, causing the little giggles and looks of surprise from everyone in silence, even from your cousins, definitely not expecting that, while you continue to watch him attentively, not having expected that either.
But he continues to stand firm with his answer, which in fact he said it completely nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal to hide, being honest and direct without any problem.
He takes his last sip from his beer bottle, watching you back, just as attentive as you are, only making you feel more surprised and nervous, not having the slightest idea how to react.
You look away from him, when Aegon says to continue, breaking the moment but still feeling the tension.
As the game continues, no one has a chance to avoid the dare anymore, neither do you and Aemond, where fortunately nothing more happened between the two of you. Until the bottle again points to Aemond, but now he must do the dare.
Rhaena spins the bottle and just as it begins to slow down, everyone sees it point at the girl Daeron had entered with earlier.
With a disinterested and even bored look, Aemond without much emotion gets up and heads to the bathroom, with the girl following him instantly, while Baela gives you a look but you continue as usual, when inside you are very attentive.
You don't know exactly how you feel as the seven minutes begin, but you continue to act normal, feeling Aegon's gaze on you as well.
When the time ends and Aemond opens the door the second William stops the music, walking out of there with the girl walking out behind him, looking a bit… disappointed?
And sure enough, nothing happened between the two of them, causing Baela to give you a gentle, sly nudge, while you continue to act nonchalant, when in fact you occasionally watch Aemond intently.
"This is the last round," Rhaena warns, "We all have to point the bottle and do the dare one last time. Whoever you have already pointed at, will go out of the circle so that the bottle will point at those who have not yet."
"Sounds perfect to me," says Aegon, visibly excited, "I want my turn with Cregan."
"Hey!"
Everyone laughs, as Cregan gives you a friendly tap on the shoulder, as you both laugh and look amused, and then Rhaena spins the bottle and officially starts the last round.
You thought you would have a little more time, however, everyone watches perfectly as the bottle slowly points in your direction, while you let out a long breath and Rhaena excitedly spins it again to see who you will get to enter the bathroom with.
What are the chances that you will have to fulfill the dare with Aemond?
You had wondered before and at that moment you realize that the chances were very high, since the bottle is pointing at him.
The others don't even give you time to react, they quickly insist you get up, as well as him, all looking very excited and unable to wait, so very soon, you already find yourself entering the bathroom while Aemond closes the door behind him.
Holy shit.
You think, feeling completely nervous, as you lean back against the hand wash and he leans against the wall in front of you to hear the music out there playing perfectly.
He watches you, but you don't look back at him, feeling very nervous and also very embarrassed after what happened out there and not only because of the questions you both were asked, but also because of the kiss.
How am I supposed to act with him after that happened?
You wonder, nervous and stirring in your place, feeling the bathroom too small and his gaze on you making you feel hot already and the seven minutes have barely started.
This whole not having anything to do with him thing is definitely not working for you. And just like last time, he's the first to break the silence between the two of you.
"Did I do something wrong?"
And this immediately catches your attention, watching him instantly, while he is already watching you between attentive and curious, trying not to let his gaze make you even more nervous.
"What?" you say confused, "No."
"Then why are you acting like I'm not in the same place as you?"
Shit.
You think, definitely feeling more nervous, unable to help yourself.
"No," you shake your head, "No, I-I don't….
"Is it because of the kiss?"
You look at him slightly surprised, parting your lips, also not expecting him to ask you that with such a naturally and casually, realizing how incredibly direct he is, getting straight to the point.
And you don't know if that terrifies you or you like it more.
But you can't answer, you're too nervous, he makes you too nervous and you don't want to tell him yes, that's why and also because you don't want to be another girl of the crowd, but you can't lie to him either, even if you wanted to you can't think of anything.
Being in these circumstances with him does not help you at all.
When he sees that you don't answer him anything, he takes a step towards you, letting out a sigh and you immediately look at him alert, nervous and try to take more distance between you, feeling like your heart will jump out of your chest at any moment.
And he notices all this, confused by your behavior.
"What? What's wrong?" he asks you softly and attentive, "Are you afraid of me?"
You lower your gaze, biting the inside of your cheek, nervous and thoughtful, wanting to end this once and for all, telling yourself that you better be honest and direct with him, too, now, just as he is being honest and direct with you.
And finally you tell him, in a low voice, without looking at him.
"I don't want to be another one of your girls in the crowd, Aemond."
He looks at you slightly surprised, his lips parted, definitely not expecting that, creating again that silence between the two of you, while you continue with your gaze down and he doesn't know what to say to you, for the first time being at a loss for words.
He understands what you're implying, about him and that girl at the after party, but what he didn't expect was to hear those words from you.
And you, plucking up your courage, watch him and decide to explain further.
"I saw you at the after party of your last concert with that girl," you tell him softly and with a certain disappointed tone, "That's why I didn't try to approach you that night after understanding that that's what you're looking for from me."
He opens his mouth instantly to retort, but you continue speaking, wanting to make everything clear to him.
"Until the balcony thing happened at Jason's party and…. I don't regret it," you clarify, "But I feel like it shouldn't have happened," you look at him nervous, "I-I don't want to be another one-night stand girl that you throw away, ignore and forget about, I… I'm not looking for that," you deny, "It feels awful."
Aemond continues to watch you attentively, without you and him saying anything else, that silence returning, when he lets out another sigh and you are alerted when he moves closer to you again, this time completely shortening the distance between the two of you.
And you watch intently and nervously as he places both hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him, closing his eye and resting his forehead with yours, making you melt under his touch but not enough to allow it.
"Aemond," you call him softly, gently trying to pull away from him.
"Listen to me," he says softly, not pulling away and tightening his grip on your waist.
You stop putting up resistance, watching him completely attentively, as he takes a moment before speaking, enjoying your closeness, which is all he's thought about since that kiss happened.
"I'm sorry you saw me that way," he tells you sincerely, "Had I known you were there, I wouldn't have done it."
You can't help but feel absurd.
"Oh come on."
"I mean it," he tells you instantly, insistent, "I know it's not justification but I thought I'd never see you again, it's not like I do it every day either, I promise," he assures you, "But ever since that kiss happened… I haven't stopped thinking about you Y/N, not for a second," he confesses to you, "Even you were the reason I decided to play this shit, just so I could be close to you."
Oh no, you're already falling.
Your mind says to you, as you give him your full attention.
"But I'm not…
"You won't be," he interrupts you, firm, "You won't be just another one of the crowd. Believe me that was never my intention since I met you."
You swallow hard, still watching him not entirely convinced.
"And how am I supposed to believe that?"
"Let me prove it to you," he tells you instantly, willing, "Stop ignoring me, start talking to me and you'll see."
He says to then raise one of his hands, place it on your cheek gently and lean in to kiss you.
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Pairing: max verstappenXCherrie. Word count:14k
Warnings:angst.cherries fathers death.serious miscommunication. But happy ending:))
Cherrie tried to walk away from the meeting room as fast as she possibly could without making it obvious that she was trying to run away from him, although she was sure that the unpleasant look on her face and the way that she had completely blanked him the whole time during the meeting, might have possibly gave herself away.
Hearing her assistant and close friend, Amy, whisper underneath her breath 'keep calm. Don't react please.' To her almost pleadingly as she got stopped by one of the team members before she could chase after her and make sure that Cherrie didn't cause a fight literally minutes after signing her contract.
Unfortunately for Amy, it meant that she was unable to stop Max from barging out of the room with a look of thunder on his face, quickly pacing after Cherrie , clearly ready to pick an argument with the bane of his existence.
He had spent the majority of the meeting glaring at her like he wanted to jump across the table and throttle her for even being there .
All the time she had just avoided his eyes and mainly kept quiet , humming along and nodding whenever someone spoke to her. Refusing to even look at max, even when he had stared her down the whole time with a scowl on his face.
She knew better than to fight him in front of her new team principal and team. She wasn't that stupid.
No. Instead she waited until they were far enough from everybody else, alone in a random corridor bedore abruptly stopping in her stride and spinning around on her heel to face him with a equally as pissed off glare .
"You should take a fucking picture max! Am I that irresistible that you just can't look away from me?!" She snapped at him sarcastically, crossing her arms across her chest confrontationally .
Broadening her shoulders and straightening her back as much as she could to look more intimidating, but by the twitching of his lips as he eyed her defensive posture, she could tell it didn't do much in the way of scaring him off.
It didn't help that she literally had to look up at him, max glaring down his nose at her judgmentally while she tried to remind herself to take some deep calming breaths.
That she could not attack him. That was wrong... really wrong but..
Max scoffed at her hatefully "you're such a fucking hypocrite! What happened to your unfading loyalty to ferrari? Or should we add liar along to your list of traits now too?" He spat at her, utterly furious by the way his life had just been completely turned upside down so quickly .
He had known that there had been rumours of Cherrie transferring to A different time seeing as her contract with Ferrari was up, but with the way that she had spent years driving for her fathers team, determine to win with the reds just like her dad did, max had genuinely been convinced that she would have taken the extended contract that Ferrari had practically begged her to sign.
She had been their number one driver after all and they couldn't really afford to lose her. Even with their shitty failure and terrible strategies, she had been bringing points to them.
Usually when she refused to listen to her team radio and instead did whatever she felt was right on the track instead . That was how she usually won, by ignoring them and doing her own strategy instead . Just like her legendary father had too.
Cherrie felt anger rush through her like hot lava, glaring back at him hatefully .
"Things change Max! This wasn't a decision that I just took over night. I'm just doing what's best for myself. You should understand that!" She threw back at him . Abruptly turning back around to continue getting as far away from him as possible .
Fighting back a loud groan of misery when she heard his hurried steps to catch up with her, his shoulder brushing hers as he scowled down at her , not finished with their argument yet.
Cherrie was convinced that no matter what she did or what she said, max would never leave her alone. He always had an opinion on what she did, always had to tell her it too. As though it was just impossible for him to just leave her the fuck alone instead .
She had expected this reaction from him of course, she wasn't naive. She knew that he wasn't going to be happy when he found out that she had signed a contract to become redbull's new driver. It was mostly likely a living nightmare for him.
Because it was no secret to anybody that the two of them didn't get along in the slightest. It had started from a very earlier age during karting, it had been a nasty rivalry in the making for the both of them.
It had started simply because Cherrie was dominating him in every race , with her fathers knowledge and winning practically in her blood, she was destined to become a racing champion.
She wouldn't stop until she did. It was expected of her , she had the whole legacy of her father waiting for her and there was no way in hell that she was going to step aside for anybody , definitely not max.
The two of them had spent years fighting for the title, going up in ranks and nearly matching points the whole time . Until Cherrie had finally did it, she won f2 and immediately she was signed onto Ferrari as a rookie when she was eighteen , becoming the first ever rookie to win world championship with them too.
She had been on top of the world and max didn't like it, the pressure from his father to be the best and become the champion falling heavy on his shoulders with each race that she won and had over him.
Then he had finally started to get close to beating her when redbull had given him a better car.
He was faster , he was determined and he wasn't going to let Cherrie beat him again. He just couldn’t.
Unfortunately while he was so determined to win, so locked in his own head that it was almost like he wasn't racing against any other drivers , he didn't care about them, he just wanted to beat Cherrie .
Which had led to him making some unforgivable mistakes and errors of judgment on his part, ones that he would never admit out loud that he regretted.
So lost in his own cloud of winning, so stubborn and determine not to let Cherrie beat him again, so sick of seeing the look of disgust and disappointment on his fathers face when she passed him over the finish line again and again, even with her shitty car.
Knowing that he had the power behind him to win , he had a better engine and a better team. Yet for some reason , Cherrie just seemed to pass him Each time like it was as easy as breathing to.
He had gotten frustrated and angry, more so at himself and the pressure that was being put on him to become the greatest. To beat her. That he had let the anger and resentment cloud his judgment and his morals.
The day that max had sent her spinning off the track , refusing to let her pass him on a sharp corner of the Spanish Grand Prix , had done nothing but make their animosity and hatred of each other get worse .
The look on her face when she finally pulled herself out of her car at the same time he did, the two of them glaring at each other with nothing but hatred in their eyes. Was the day that any hopes of the two ever being friendly went to absolute shit.
The battle had then become between the two of them instead .
They went wheel to wheel , both of them refusing to let the other one pass them which resulted in them crashing more than a couple of times. Because max would rather that they both lose than let her win him again.
So sick of hearing the ridicule and disbelief that was aimed at him when she stood first on the podium with a proud smirk on her face , a sea of red below her chanting her second name proudly .
The two had clashed so badly that their team had taken to making sure that the both of them were separated from each other as much as possible, only it was a pretty difficult thing to achieve when they both had to go to the cooling room together and then they both got podium .
That was also the first time that the world got to witness the bitterness between the two of them and how bad it really was.
It was also the first time that Cherrie had punched him on live tv. And It was also the first time that they got to hear max call her a conceited , narasstic , evil bitch to her face too.
Safe to say that they had both been given a hefty fine and forced to take anger mamnegmnt classes with a therapist for a couple of weeks.
It hadn't done much for their fury towards each other. Cause the a couple of weeks after that alteration , they had been caught screaming at each-other in the paddock again. Both of them refusing to admit which one was wrong after colliding again on the tracks.
It had gotten to the point where seeing the two top drivers verbally assaulting each other was just another day for everyone around them. Their teams having given up on trying to keep them separated and telling them to behave.
Instead they just sighed and muttered at them not to take it to a blood bath instead.
So yes. The two were not friends .
So the news of her being his new teammate , the same woman that did nothing but get underneath his skin and make him so fucking angry that he couldn't think straight, was now the woman that he was going to race side by side with, in the same fuckimg car, as a team?!
Yes, he was a little pissed.
He couldn't believe his luck at all. She had spent years beating him but the one thing that max always held onto to make himself feel better was the fact that he had the better car. Had the better team around him now.
And now she had to take that from him too?
"You have spent years trash talking redbull and now you're joining us?! Why not Mercedes?! I know they wanted you too!" It was true. In fact, every team wanted her, she was one of the best. Besides him of course.
So why did she have to chose redbull? Was she trying to ruin his life even more than she already did?!
Cherrie rolled her eyes, pulling a destained face at him. "No. I spent years trash talking you. Not your car! And I don't have to explain myself to you. I did what I had to do. End of!" She snapped at him before shoving past him, making sure she pettily bashed her shoulder against his arm roughly as she did so.
Max wasn't having it.
Scoffing loudly as he paced beside her , easily catching up as she stomped over to the nearest exit door possible.
"This is unbelievable." He stated more to himself disbelievingly . Wondering if he was really that evil in his past life to deserve this.
She lived rent free in his fucking mind when she was on a completely different team. How the hell was he supposed to cope as her teammate?
Feeling both anger and uneasiness fill his chest, knowing that only one of them would come out on top. They both couldn't be redbull's number one .
And statistically it was shown that out of the two of them, Cherrie was the winning one between them.
He blamed the fact that her father was literally a legend in formula one.
The man has been a sixth time world champion , dominating the sport like it was as easy as breathing to him. And the only reason why he still wasn't champion of the world was because life had cruelly took him away during a accident on the track .
But before he had died he had spent years teaching his little daughter , his only child, every single thing he knew making sure that she would grow up and continue to proudly bare his legacy and make their name stay legendary.
Her future had been destined . She had known what she was going to be since the moment she could walk and talk and be out into that kart .
And what did max have? A father that never believed in him. A father that had never told him that he could be world champion. One that only ever wanted anything to do with him when he was winning.
If he didn't bring home a tital or a win, then in his fathers eyes, he didn't deserve to even speak to him, he was a disappointment.
It only furthered to fuel his misguided anger towards Cherrie.
She had everything. She always had. She always came first and had everything that he ever wanted.
It wasn't fair.
Then he thought of her last teammate who was no doubt utterly heartbroken at her move and scoffed even louder.
Scrunching up his face bitterly "and I bet your human backpack is crying his heart out somewhere over the news. I doubt he's taking this well." Max sniped , taking a jab at their constant closeness to one another.
Another thing that he just couldn't stand. While max had to do this alone, barely making any friends and without anyone by his side to celebrate his wins.
Cherrie had everyone on her side. Because everybody loved her. She was the daughter of a racing legend , she was adored by all.
Every driver loved her. Max couldn't go a day without hearing someone gush about her and he had unfollowed her teammate on all socials the minute he started posting pictures of the two of them doing everything together . Holidays . Cooking videos. Cute little selfies in a hot tub together .
He decided then that he hated him too. It just wasn't fair at all.
How could he have been stuck with the shortest straw like this?
Cherrie looked over at him blankly , confusion taking away the need to kill him for a moment as she blurted out a "huh?" Wondering what the hell he was talking about.
Human backpack? What the fuck?
Max just smirked at her coldly , shaking his head as though he thought she was playing stupid.
There was no way that she didn't know who he was referring too. In fact, max was surprised that he wasn't right there beside her glued to her side while they argued too.
"I'm just saying . Charles can't be very happy with you leaving him on his own. Who is he going to cling to now?" He muttered bitterly , looking away from her striking eyes for a moment when her glare became too much for him to hold his gaze with.
Cherrie immediately shoved at his shoulder at his insult towards Charles , face darkening .
"Don't fucking talk about him like that. He has nothing to do with this." She spat at him.
Protective of the Ferrari driver that she had been lucky enough to grow close to over the years. They had become best friends and Cherrie had become incredibly protective over him.
And honestly one of the only reasons to why she had stayed clinging onto ferrari for so long was because she didn't want to leave him on his own to deal with all the shit that came along with their team.
He wasn't as mentally strong as she was. He was a people pleaser and didn't like to upset people, which meant he often let people upset him instead , not saying a word about his own feelings , not wanting to cause a scene.
That was where Cherrie had come in and where the two of them had become a good team. Because Cherrie wasn't afraid of opening her mouth and putting people in their rightful place . She didn't care who she had to upset .
If someone fucked her over then she made sure that her wrath was known. And over the years she had made sure that the team knew that if they fucked over Charles too, she would have their heads on a fucking flag pole, waving it at any other asshole who dared to piss her off again.
So yes, she was worried about Charles being on his own to defend himself now.
And she felt guilty about her sudden move to the 'dark side' but she had to be selfish for once . She wasn't going to keep winning if she stayed with Ferrari and she wasn't going to let her father down.
If he was looking down at her , she wanted to make him proud. And she knew that he would want her to do the right thing and Cherrie knew that this was it.
Ferrari had left her no other choice but to leave.
"And anyways, he's been very supportive . Because he's a good guy who wants whats best for me." She added on defensively . Not liking the way max was looking at her at her like she was a liar.
He couldn't have rolled his eyes any harder if he tried . Shaking his head in disbelief "yeah fucking right. Who's going to have your little boyfriends back now? I'm fact, I'm surprised that he's not begging for a contract with redbull too. Seeing as he never fucking leaves your side!" He exclaimed looking over at her judgmentally .
Because he was certain that the two of them were not 'just friends'. They were too close and too familiar with each other.
Max had seen the way that Charles lit up just at the sight of her . Hell, they even spent Christmas with his family! He had seen the cozy pictures of the two of them in matching pjs in front of a Christmas tree, hugging each other's side with matching smiles on their faces.
It was ridiculous. And every time that max saw the two of them giggling together, seemingly in their own little bubble where no one else existed, he wanted to be sick.
Because once again. It wasn't fair at all!
Cherrie wanted to strangle him.
Taking in a deep breath to calm the urge to go absolutely mental at him.
Instead she strided out into the parking lot and tried not to imagine hitting him with her car.
"He's not my boyfriend." Was all she muttered , absolutely done with his shit as she dug her car keys out of her pocket . Looking around the spaces as she tried to remember where she had parked her car.
Max got his own out of his pocket two, not even thinking about it as he gave her a little shove on her back to get her to walk in the direction of where her Ferrari was parked. Right next to his.
"You'd think you'd have better memory dipshit. And there is one thing that you and your boyfriend have in common ... you can't park for shit!" He insulted her, glancing pointedly at her car that was parked sideways over the white line, taking up two spots instead of one.
Cherrie looked at her parking and tongued her cheek , unable to disagree with him. Despite how much she wanted too.
He was right . Parking was not her strong suit, which was ironic considering her job.
Instead she just muttered a moody "shut up." And got into her car.
There was a long moment where they both just looked at eachother as she turned on her engine , bedore she slid some sunglasses over her eyes and looked away.
Max cleared his throat bedore forcing his eyes away from her, feeling uncomfortable as he opened the door to his car quickly and quickly got in.
Rolling Down his window so she could hear him , pushing away the strange feeling they came over him, instead he took on a bored tone .
And told her "don't forget the conference on Friday. We're not Ferrari. So don't show up late otherwise you'll make us all look bad." He condescendingly snided. Referring to her inability to arrive on time to any meeting ever.
Immediately all her distain for him came rushing back as she scoffed angrily at him.
Reviving her engine loudly "I will not be late asshole!" Was all she spat before quickly reversing out of her spot carelessly , almost crashing into a trash can bedore she sped out of there , her wheels screeching .
Leaving max to shake his head with a small chuckle to himself as he carefully put out his car , reversing perfectly .
"Can’t park and can't reverse either. Surprised she can actually drive a car." He muttered to himself in amusement bedore driving away.
Hoping that his new teammate and himself didn't kill eachother before the season ended.
Cherrie showed up late to the press conference. Because of course she did.
She sheepishly walked into the room, the cameras clicking as she avoided Max's smug expression , not looking at any of them as she slid carefully into her seat beside him.
Nodding at the press reluctantly , putting her bottle of water on the table. Smiling a little to herself as she glanced down at the vinyl picture of her and Charles on it that a fan had given her .
Had she brought it with her to spite max a little after his comments about Charles and her being too close?
Maybe.
Did she care? No.
Had she been warned not to provoke or start any shit up with max for her own entertainment? Also Yes.
Was she going to listen?
Absolutely not.
"Sorry I'm late . I didn't want to come." She spoke into the small microphone stand in front of her, grinning at them to let them know that she was just joking.
A little bit.
Her media manager, in charge of making sure she didn't do or saying anything wrong to the press that could get her into trouble , face palmed . Already knowing that Cherrie was not about to do as she was told at all.
Max eyed her water bottle with a grimace , crossing his arms over his chest and silently shaking his head to himself . Deciding to be the better behaved one out of the two.
To prove they he was the more mature one out of them, he smiled over at her deliberately knowing that it would piss her off.
"Nice to see you finally arrive. You look good in blue." He slyly said as he eyed her blue redbull shirt that she was wearing . Before looking at her head and realising that she was missing something.
He picked up his own hat that had number 1 written across it. From him winning world champion last year . Only by a single point between the two of them, something that max liked to smugly remind her of.
He reached over and placed his redbull champions cap ontop of her head, winding her up.
"Can't forget the hat. We'll have to get a runners up one for you." He smirked . Ignoring his own team sharing exasperated looks between each other .
"Not even a minute in and they're already starting." Amy sighed to Max's assistant, not surprised at all.
Cherrie picked the hat off her head and threw it at him , hard. Watching it bounce off his head and onto the floor with a little satisfaction.
But not enough.
Max only laughed and picked his hat back up, placing it back on his head smugly .
"Fuck off you twat!" She snapped at him before she could stop herself. Using the new swear word that lando had taught her over the summer .
She liked it. She thought that it was a name that she could call max regularly now.
Then she heard the clicking of cameras and both amused and shocked muttering of the press in front of them, swiftly reminding her of where she was.
Slowly turning her head to look at them. Clearing her throat a little guiltily , she leaned back into her chair and smiled as innocently as possible.
"Sorry. What were you saying?" She directed her question over to the man with the microphone who had been trying to ask her a question before max distracted her.
The man looked between the two of them warily. Everyone seeing the way that max was smirking over at her , clearly amused with how easy it was to wind her up. While Cherrie was trying to ignore him all together.
If I don't look at him, then he isn't there. Cherrie told herself over and over again.
"I was saying... that it has come as a big surprise to everyone when redbull announced you as their new driver . With people expecting you to extend your contract with Ferrari. It's said that they even offered you twice as much for you to stay on with them and that you turned it down. Is that true?" He asked her , camera's filming her steadily .
Cherrie fiddled with her water bottle , slowly nodding her head yes.
She knew that she was going to be getting a lot of backlash for her sudden move from the team that her father had won his last championship with. She knew that people expected her to stay with them out of loyalty and legacy.
But she just couldn't do it anymore. So people would just have to get used to it.
She didn't care what anyone thought of her move , she was doing what was right for her in the long run.
You had to be selfish If you wanted to win. Loyalty to a team that was rapidly falling apart wouldn't get her the championship.
"They did. And I said no. No amount of money could make me want to continue to drive a car that is no longer suited to me ." She confirmed to them simply , glancing over at her press officer to see her nodding her head at her , telling her that she had said the right thing.
The man looked surprised "your father spent ten years with Ferrari. And won all of his world championships with them too. Do you not want to follow in his footsteps? Some would say that Ferrari was literally in your blood. Your destiny-"
Cherrie cut him off before he could say anything more about her father and her destiny in the same sentence.
"My destiny is to win." She corrected him shortly , lacing her fingers together and reminding herself to be calm. "And I can't win in a car that isn't fast enough and isn't powerful enough for me to pass the finish line with. The Ferrari just wasn't what I needed anymore." She told them honestly, not feeling a need to lie.
It was a secret to no one that she hadn't been very happy with her car for a long time. She had told her team so and told the press too on multiple occasions that it wasn't up to her standard anymore .
It had literally been falling apart on the track and Cherrie simply couldn't take it anymore.
Because while her father had won in a Ferrari , they seemed to forget that he also died in one too.
She didn't want to repeat history that way. And when she had to drag herself out of her car when her engine had caught fire last year without warning, she had made her decision there and then.
She wanted to be like her dad, but she didn't want to go out like him either.
Max was silently nodding along to what she was saying , understanding where she was coming from.
He hated to admit it but she was right.
The reporter was frowning "the team principal did say that they were working on improving the Ferrari and making sure that there wasn't a repeat of last years failures . Was that not enough reassurance to convince you to stay?" He followed up with , everyone silent as they waited for her answer.
Cherrie just looked at him blankly , shaking her head.
"No it wasn't. I told them before last year that they either got their shit together and fixed the car and gave me something good to drive ... or i wasn't driving it at all. I gave them the data, I gave them my advice and my options. I told them what to do and they couldn't do it." She bluntly answered, done sugarcoating how much shit she had to deal with while driving for the red team.
She wasn't going to beat around the bush anymore , Ferrari had done this to themselves. She was done.
She took a sip of her water and swallowed before continuing . "- and ya know, it doesn't matter how good of a driver you are. If you've been given a shit
Box that it literally falling apart and you have a team that are giving you soft tires instead of hard and giving you strategy's that make no sense.." she sighed in annoyance "well, you can't win at all."
Max smiled a little , looking over at her in slight amusement .
"So you tried to blackmail them into giving you a better car?" He mused .
Cherrie just nodded her head , barely glancing at him.
"Yeah. And it didn't work so.." she just shrugged , nothing more to say.
The reporter nodded and moved on, looking over to max instead .
"And how about you max? How are you feeling about having Cherrie as your new teammate this year? It's no secret that there's a bit of rocky history between you two..." he voiced the obvious .
Looking between the two of them curiously , wondering how a partnership between the two rivals could possibly work.
Max took a moment to think about his answer , knowing that telling him that 'this was the worse thing to ever happen to him' wouldn't help the tension at all.
He decided to be strategic about his reply , clearing his throat and sitting straighter in his seat again, keeping a calm facade .
"There is. We have always fought against each other on the track ..." he agreed bedore adding "but she is also a good driver and a former champion.." he couldn't help the little dig at his dethroning of her title .
Cherrie subtly rolling her eyes at him.
"But maybe we will be able to work together to keep others away. And bringing another win home to redbull. We are rivals second but a team first now. And I'm sure that we can remain professional and do what's best for the team." He simply answered. Doubting his own words even as he said them.
Cherrie nodded along in agreement .
"Yeah.. it's not me that you have to worry about."
She couldn't help but mutter, side eyeing him.
Max frowned at her "I'm not the problem either. Who-"
The man quickly butted in before they could start bickering about who the one with the issues was.
"And do you think that you two can put your differences aside and become reliable teammates? Do you trust max to have your back Cherrie?"
She just pursed her lips and picked up her water bottle with her and Charles on it, then she casually reached her arm out and knocked his redbull water bottle off the table.
Placing hers in its place instead.
All the while smiling innocently "if he looks out for me then I will do the same. If he doesn't give me the support then he will not receive it from me either." She told them simply, looking over at max pointedly , meaning it too.
She didn't want to have a teammate that was an enemy. But she wasn't going to trust him without any evidence of him wanting the same thing.
"Time will just have to tell I suppose.." was all she ended with when max didn't say anything else in return.
Merely clenching his jaw and glaring down at the picture of her and Charles on her bottle in front of him.
Reaching down to pick up his own bottle that only had his name written across it. Nothing personal at all.
It wasn't fair. Was all he could keep thinking.
Looking away from the picture of the the former teammates and best friends , swallowing the sudden ball he felt rising in his throat.
When was he going to get someone to support him like that?
Why couldn't he have what she had? What more did he have to do to prove himself?
The next two months we're spent with nothing but tension and avoidance . The two teammates not eager to get along as their history threatened to tear them apart before they even began.
Cherrie struggled to let max pass her when he was clearly able to push more than she was, and max just couldn't let her pass him without a fight either.
Both of the drivers ignoring their team radios instructions to let the other through, instead taking it upon themselves to see which one of them would pass the waving flag first.
Wheel to wheel and risking all their hard work for Petty rivalry , bickering between each other on the podium and refusing to give in and start again.
Things were tense and max was struggling to contain his overwhelming emotions as he crossed the line, pursing his lips beneath his helmet as he swallowed thickly .
She had won. Again.
Easily overtaking him on the last lap, he had fought and fought to take back his place and was unable to do so no matter how much he tried.
Pulling up in front of the p2 sign, he switched off his engine and just sat there for a moment. Silently watching as Cherrie pulled herself up out of the car and jumped into the arms of their celebrating team, all of them so happy and proud of her as she brought them more points again.
She had won every single race so far. Max always just half a second behind her. Just like when they were kids.
He wanted to scream.
Instead he blinked back the tears in his eyes , already knowing that his dad would have left the moment that Cherrie overtook him and it became clear who was going to win, again.
He was on his own.
He took in a deep breath and lifted the wheel, pulling himself out of the car and onto the ground.
Being immediately patted on the back by their team, he merely nodded his head absentmindedly , still watching Cherrie as she jumped up and down in excitement , laughing happily at yet another win.
He felt some of his anger fade as he watched her look around the crowd, clearly overwhelmed with the way the fans were all screaming her name. Even the Ferrari fans were clapping, proud of her.
He pulled off his gloves and looked away, ready to walk off to the go to the cooling room alone.
Only for his eyes to widened in shock as she looked over to him, waving her hand for her him to wait up as she jogged over to him while pulling off her helmet , max doing the same cautiously.
Wondering if they were about to have another argument about the way they had fought it out on the track yet again.
Only to be surprised and frozen in shock as he watched her lips tilt up and smile at him happily.
"That was a good race! That overtake you did on Hamilton was just -" she made a chefs kiss with her fingers . Too filled with adrenaline to see how he shocked he was at her suddenly talking to him.
Usually she just ignored him and ran over to Charles to celebrate. But not this time.
Max felt pressure in his chest, clearly his throat and looking away from her for a moment.
Flushing a little at the amazed look on her face as she rambled on about his manoeuvre , his shock only growing when she casually walked alongside him to the cooling room.
"Er thank you." He muttered not knowing what else to say to her sudden compliment. Wondering if he was dreaming.
He wiped his face down with a towel and took a sip of his drink, looking at the screens that replayed the moments between them in the track.
Watching a replay of the way she had gone wide at the corner and smoothly passed him without even coming close to him, he sighed and had to give it to her.
"You raced good.that was a smart move that you did out there. I didn't even notice you behind me , I just blinked and you passed me." He mumbled a little quietly . Not used to talking to her like this.
He was so used to them arguing and insulting eachother that he wasn't sure how to be normal around her.
It made him feel uneasy and he felt his stomach flip as she looked over at him with another easy smile, patting him on the back happily as she reached over him to grab the first place cap from the table and putting it on top of her sweaty head proudly.
"I know right?" She laughed a little, still out of breath as she tried to calm down.
Seeing their team motion for them to get to the podium , shaking hands with Lewis on the way who came third place behind max.
Max just nodded at him respectfully , jogging over to catch up with Cherrie so that they were side by side , he looked down at her quietly. Still not knowing how to take her sudden niceness towards him.
His words were hesitant as he muttered "are you- are you going to the party after this? We got 2 for 2 so I'm sure it'll be quite a big one ." He wasn't even sure why he was mentioning it to her.
He was reminded quickly of why he didn't usually even bother asking her if she was coming along as she shook her head with a smile, her eyes no longer looking at him , instead she was searching the crowd below them for someone else.
Max watched her whole face light up as she spotted Charles waving up at her with a proud smile on his face despite not getting podium himself, feeling his mood crash down again.
"I always celebrate with Charles . We're gonna get some dinner and then hang out with the rest of our friends at the hotel . Do you-" she was about to turn back to him and ask him if he wanted to come along but she was cut off before she could even try.
Max scoffed and moved away from her quickly , not looking at her as he shook his head .
"Typical. Putting your little boyfriend over your team. You're still Ferrari." He snapped at her bitterly , his anger overtaking him before he could even notice the way she had been about to invite him along with a hopeful smile.
Her face dropped, any niceness Quickly dissipating as she glared at him , shoving away the sting she felt at his reaction. Suddenly glad that she hadn't gotten the chance to invite him along If this was his reaction .
"Forget it max. I was just trying to be nice." She mutteeed , looking away from him with a upset frown.
Max felt the pressure in his chest almost crush him, unable to look at her anymore. Convinced that he would never get his chance.
"Well don't be. I don't need you to pretend to be nice to me. I'm not your friend. So fuck off." He snapped at her, walking away bedore he could see the hurt that crossed her face and the way she pursed her lips to stop them from trembling.
Fine. She thought to herself meeting Charles concerned eyes and plastering a fake smile onto her face. Giving him a thumbs up to assure him that she was okay.
Fuck him. She thought angrily . He didn't deserve her kindness anyways .
Unable to believe that for a moment she had actually wanted to be his friend .
When the Monaco race rolled around, there was a somber yet determined mood taking over Cherrie as she solemnly walked the track that had taken her fathers life so many years ago.
Everyone else knew to leave her alone to her silent grief, everybody but Charles who knew just what she was feeling as they both slowly came to a stop at the sharp corner , both glancing over to the gate that had fresh flowers tied to it. It was covered in them and covered in sweet messages that the fans had left too.
She sighed softly , leaning her head against Charles arm as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
Both of them quiet as he rested his head against the sides of hers , reflecting. His hand rubbing soothing circles over her back , waiting for her to speak patiently . Knowing that she would when she was ready.
Finally she spoke up, voice hardly above a whisper , familiar pain filling her voice .
"I miss him." She simply admitted , kneeling down to the gate and picking up one of the pictures that had been left beside some flowers.
Feeling herself choke up as she stared tearfully down at the picture of her father and herself at only eight years old, him holding her on his shoulders on the podium with the biggest of smiles on their faces.
The last race that he ever won.
She remembered the day she lost him like it was yesterday . Remembered the way her father had confidently told her that he was going to win their home race without any problems , taking her over to his car and letting her sit inside of it as he knelt down beside her proudly.
She had been eight years old and the light of her fathers life . His future .
He had gently stroked her hair away from her eyes and told her proudly .
"You're going to win this race too someday. In fact, you're going to win them all. Just like me." He had said it so matter of factly.
Believing in her so strongly that even being so young then, she believed his words too.
"I'm gonna be like you daddy. Do you think that we can win together? Then we can both be on the podium!" She had exclaimed excitedly , beaming up at him. Thrilled at the mere thought of being able to race alongside her own father someday.
He had always told her that he wouldn't retire until he was forced too. He was still in the prime of his life with no future of stopping.
Her dad had smiled fondly at her, lifting her out of the car and holding her in his arms.
He had kissed her still chubby cheeks and promised her.
"I'm going to be right there beside you. Every step of the way. Cause I love you . No matter what you do and what you achieve. You're always going to be my star okay?" He had said it with so much love and conviction , smiling down at her with care.
Cherrie had been passed over to his assistant as the crew surrounded him, watching him with wide eyes so full of amazement and awe as he pulled on his helmet and pulled himself inside the Ferrari .
He had gave her a thumbs up , clutching the wheel in his steady hands. Taking a deep breath and looking at her one last time .
"I love you daddy! You're going to win!" She had giggled at him unknowingly , waving her hands excitedly as she watched the car be pushed out the garage and over to the line.
Then she had been lead back with the crew and been seated on a chair in front of all the screens that showed the race happening, headphones put over her ears so she could hear everything. So fascinated by everything that surrounded her.
Then she had watched , at just eight years old as her fathers teammate tried to overtake him at the sharp corner where it was only big enough for one car to come through.
Their wheels had made contact and she had watched with tears in her eyes as her fathers car flew into the air , spinning and spinning bedore crashing into the barrier , immediately crushed into pieces as everything fell ontop of the remains of the Ferrari.
There had been shocked and horrified silence as she had listened to her fathers engineer repeatedly asked him if he was okay over the radio. Everyone watching with tears in there eyes as the minutes passed by and he didn't get out .
Her father didn't answer the radio , there was nothing but static silence as she had started to cry hysterically as she watched the medics pull out her fathers unmoving body, shaking their heads sorrowfully as they placed him on a stretcher and covered him with a sheet.
She never saw her father again.
He didn't win the race.
He didn't make it out of Monaco Alive.
He was gone. Just like that.
For years she has lived with his words of belief in her head, encouraging her to make him proud. To carry on her fathers legacy.
"I'm going to win this race. I'm going to win for him just like he told me I could." She breathed out to Charles determinedly . This meaning so much to her .
She had to win. For him.
Charles smiled at her softly , squeezing her close as he gently kissed the side of her head proudly .
"And you will. You can do anything you want to do Cherrie. I believe in you." He told her with a heartfelt smile, meaning every word.
Both of them unaware of the cameras filming them and her teammate watching them on the large screen with his chest tightening as he watched Cherrie wrapped her arms around cherries and kiss his cheeks, smiling up at him with softness written across her face as they whispered to each other .
To him it looked like a lovers embrace . Like two people that were so in love that they couldn't help but show the world .
He felt sick. He felt angry. He felt so frustrated that he turned away from the screen with a scowl, fingers tightening into fists as he stormed away to get ready for the race .
All sense of rationality leaving him as he saw red. All he could picture in his mind was Cherrie and Charles embracing each other , smiling at each other like they were each other's whole world.
He felt bitter determination fill him, anger fuelling his steps. He was going to win this race and prove her wrong.
He didn't care. He didn't need her as his teammate. He could win all on his own.
Her winning steak was over.
Cherrie could feel her heart racing as she flew down the straight , sparks flying from her wheels as the laps seemed to pass her by. Minutes feeling like mere seconds as she clutched onto her wheel tightly, blocking out every single distraction possible as she focused on keeping her place.
She was neck to with max, Lewis and charles not too far behind her as they all fought to pass each other, Cherrie managing to keep her corners tight as she clung to the back of her teammate in front of her.
Hearing her team come over her radio as the laps narrowed down quickly , only a few more left to go.
She felt adrenaline fill her as she heard their strategist speak, a certain pride filling his voice , everyone knowing that this was her moment to win.
This was her home race. This was the moment that she could make her father proud.
Everybody was holding their breaths and praying as they watched her close the gap between herself and max quickly , easily gaining on him.
"We've told max to let you past . He can defend and keep the Mercedes from your back. You can push- just two more laps-" he told her bedore pausing .
Cherrie heard multiple voices of her team, sounding confused and angry as they muttered between themselves . Sounding unhappy .
"What's going on? I can push! I am faster! I can do it!" She breathed out bedore inhaling sharply and only managing to avoid a Collasion between herself and max as he suddenly went wide, blocking her from getting through.
She felt anger light her up, panic also filling her too as her front wheel grew closer and closer to his.
"What is he doing?! I can win! I need to -" she gasped , heart pounding in her chest as she rapidly flickered her eyes between Max's car and the sharp corner that was quickly approaching them at the end of the track.
The same corner where her father had lost his life.
She felt her heart sink to her stomach as her engineer came over the radio, sounding both angry and upset as he informed her of what was happening.
"He's refusing to let you past Cherrie . He's ignoring team orders. I'm so sorry but you need to pull back to avoid-" he apologetic voice only enraged her further.
"No!no! No!" She shouted upset . Shaking her head and ignoring him telling her to pull back
"This is -" she choked in her words , both panic and rage filling her.
"I have to win this! My dad-" she couldn't even finish her pleading . Too upset to think straight .
She needed to win this race. She was so close - she just had to get passed max. She could do this without him.
If he wasn't going to let her past then she would make him.
She couldn't lose this race. She couldn't-
So with nothing but anger and grief filling her , she Ignored her frantic team over her radio and pressed full throttle as they came around the corner .
"Please max!" She shouted over the radio knowing that he couldn’t hear her. Expecting him to pull aside and let her pass.
He knew how much this meant to her. He knew what had happened here in monaco. He knew!
She could only watch in what felt like slow motion as max jolted his steering wheel . But instead of pulling away from her, he took the inside of the corner , giving her no time to pull away as their front wheels collided , sparks flying in the air.
Then she was flying.
Her car spinning off the track and turning around and around , clutching her fists to her chest as she gasped and cried out , her body rattling around from the sheer force as her car crashed into the exact gate that her father had crashed into all those years ago.
She saw the flower of memorials raining down onto of her car , petals falling all around her as the car finally came to a horrifying stop.
Then there was stillness .
She felt absolutely nothing but numbness as she glanced down at the picture that she had taped beside her wheel . The same picture that had been left with the flowers of her and her father , the last photo she had of them together on the podium.
She had taped it there for good luck.
As she looked at her fathers smiling face looking back at her, she swallowed.
Hearing the frantic calls of her team over the radio begging her to be okay.
The race hosts gasping in disbelief as they bellowed
"This is unbelievable! Serious de ja vu as Cherrie has been forced off the track by her own teammate! Crashing into the corner in the exact same spot where her fathers tragic accident took place! This hurts to watch- I hope she's okay!"
She inhaled deeply as she cut off her engine. Blankly looking at the photo of her dad one last time before looking away.
Exhaling shakily as she finally responded to their desperate calls.
"Are you okay Cherrie?! Please tell us that you're okay! Medics are on the way!"
She glanced over to the other crashed redbull that had spun off to the opposite side of the track, watching as max pulled himself out quickly.
His helmet covered head quickly turning in her direction , she swallowed , tears clouding her vision.
"I lost." Was all she could breath out in misery as the realisation that she was out of the one race that she needed to win.
She couldn't make her father proud.
She had lost.
Because of max.
There was a loud sigh of relief "that doesn't matter right now Cherrie. We are so happy that you're okay! Can you get out of the car?" He rushed out worriedly, everybody getting horrific flashbacks to her father dying in that very same spot.
Cherrie didn't answer.
Instead she just exhaled shakily, not even looking up as a shadow came over her.
Max heavy breathing heard as he knelt beside her car hurriedly , desperation filling his voice as he felt panic take over him.
"Are you okay?!" He rushed out in panic . Overcome with guilt as it finally crashed down on him what he had just done .
Swallowing down the lump in his throat as he looked at all the broken up flowers that surrounded her, before his eyes settled on the picture of her and her father taped beside her wheel.
Remorse making him feel sick to his stomach as he reached out his hands for her to grab so that he could pull her out.
"Cherrie please-"
She slapped his hands away violently and pulled herself out without his help. Unable to even look at him as anger finally took its rightful place.
"Don't fucking touch me." She spat at him.
Shoving at his shoulders roughly sending him a few steps back as he quickly lifted up his visor so he could see her, his own eyes pooling with tears as he saw the heartbreak in her eyes as she looked over to her crashed car.
"I'm so sorry. I am so fucking sorry! I wasn't thinking and I just - I-" he stammered to explain his stupid actions.
Not knowing how to admit that he had been so fucking upset and angry at never coming first. At never having anyone by his side.
That jealously had overcome him as soon as he saw her and Charles cosied up to each other on the track together when he had been just about to head out to find her and make sure that she was okay.
Wanting to be the one to comfort her. Wanting to be there for her . Wanting to apologise for the way he had been behaving because he was bitter and jealous and she had everything he wanted including herself .
But his anger had gotten the best of him and he was forced to face the consequences of his careless actions again.
Only this time it was worse, he didn't think that she would forgive him for this.
He didn't think that he could forgive himself either.
"I just wanted to make him proud." Was all she muttered , chewing on the inside of her cheek as she wrapped her arms around herself . Feeling like she was heading into a state of shock.
Max exhaled shakily , taking another step towards her and feeling his own heart crack as she took another away from him. Still not looking at him.
"You have - this isn't your fault. I shouldn't have - I didn't mean to! God Cherrie! I am so fucking sorry! You have to believe me-!" He was babbling away barely making any sense as he started to cry, the guilt nearly killing him.
Cherrie just shook her head and finally glanced his way, and the way she looked at him made him freeze in his spot as medics rushed over to them.
There was nothing but hatred in her eyes as she told him calmly , voice void of any emotion.
"I hate you." Before she was pulled away by the medics .
Leaving him to stand there with his heart at his feet, sobbing into his helmet as it all came crashing down around him.
She meant it. He felt it.
And he loved her.
Yet he had let his own insecurities and anger ruin it again.
She hated him.
But he hated himself more then.
Cherrie didn't look at him for a month straight .
She Didn't speak to him unless it was absolutely necessary.
Max had tried almost everyday to apologise to her , to speak to her to try and fix everything. The guilt making him unable to sleep at night, flashes of their crash replaying in his mind.
Everybody hated him for it. He knew they did.
He had almost killed her. He had crashed into her the same way her father had lost his life by his own teammate so long ago.
He couldn't forgive himself. He didn't want to.
He just wanted her to look at him again. Even if it was just to shout at him, to scream at him- to hit him and hurt him.
To do anything . As long as she looked at him again he didn't care what she did to him.
He finally got his chance to speak to her on his own birthday .
He was spending it alone, declining the persistent texts from his friends and from the team to go out and have some fun with them.
He told them that he had a headache . That he wasn't in the mood but to have a drink on him.
Then he shut off his phone and curled up in his bed , blankly staring up at the ceiling of the hotel room as he felt the numbness sink deep in his chest.
He was alone and it was all his fault .
Then as the sky's darkened and he finally managed to pull himself up in the bed , he heard rapid knocking at his door. It didn't stop even when he shouted at them to go away.
Then he froze as he heard her annoyed voice echo loudly through the door.
"Open the fucking door max before I kick it down!" She threatened him impatiently , balancing two bags between her arms with a huff.
Max hurried over to the door and quickly swung it open, looking down at her with wide eyes, shocked at the sight of her .
"Cherrie?" He gasped . Looking at her in amazement , wondering if he was dreaming .
She just rolled her eyes at him and pushed past him into the room. Huffing at him unhappily.
"What are you doing?" She demanded to know as she glanced around at his pity party. Seeing multiple empty plates and empty cans of red bull stacked up on the bedside tables.
His room was a mess. She took a glance back at his tried eyes and down turned lips . Dark circles underneath his upset eyes as he kept his gaze down to his sock clad feet as though he was too scared to even look at her.
She felt her own heart sink.
She had a lot of time to think about what had happened and what had been happening between them for a long time now.
Having sat down and talked to Charles about how she and max have always been pitted against each other their whole careers , the rivalry having been practically spoon fed to them the minute they arrived on track.
She had seen the way that max would silently walk away whenever she won a race, while she would have a team of people and friends gathering her in their arms to celebrate her win.
Max went home alone.
It was as though unless he won, his own father didn't want anything to do with him. And Cherrie had noticed the way that max tried so hard to prove his worth to him, the way he looked up to him and only wanted to make him proud.
Just like she did with her own father. Only her dad had believed in her and had been supportive , had been kind and gentle with his encouragement.
He had told her that if she wanted to be champion of the world , then she would be. As simple as that.
Max's dad had never told him such a thing and she only realised now with a sour taste in her mouth that perhaps his anger towards her over these years , was more so anger towards himself for not achieving what he thought he should . And anger at his dad for never being there unless he won.
She felt guilty as she thought back to all those times over the years when she had seen max looking over at her celebrating . The way he seemed to watch every thing she did with wonder , clearly wanting to do the same as she did.
Because despite his 'hatred' of her, she had seen the way that he had looked at her with pride when she won her first ever championship , with tears in her eyes as she pointed her finger to the sky, she had caught Max's eyes in the crowd below her and he had  smiled.
She wished that she would have spoken to him then. Wished that she wouldn't have let her own pettiness and stubbornness stop them from being friends.
He was hurting. She could see that now.
Perhaps it was never just as simple as on track rivalry.
Because if max truly hated her and wanted her gone, then why did he look so heartbroken? Why did he look so desperate and afraid when he had rushed over to her crashed car after spinning her off the track?
Max fiddled with his fingers nervously , slowly walking over to his bed and taking a seat at the end of the mattress.
"What do you mean?" He murmured. Still shocked that she was there, in his room, willingly speaking to him.
Glancing up to see her stood in front of him with a frown, worry written across her face as she carefully placed the bags in her hands down onto the floor instead .
"It's your birthday." She stated the obvious "why aren't you celebrating?"
Max looked at her like she was insane , scoffing. "I'm not really in the mood to have fun Cherrie. I almost killed you a few weeks ago. Or have you forgotten?" He snapped at her without meaning to, so overcome with guilt and anger at himself that he could barely think straight .
Cherrie didn't react other than a small raising of her brow , making him look away from her when she just continued to look at him , unimpressed with him snapping at her.
"I haven't forgotten." She finally said after a long, tense silence . Before letting out a long sigh and kneeling down in front of him on the soft carpet .
Max looked at her with wide eyes "what are you doing?!" He exclaimed.
Warily eyeing her kneeling between his legs and wondering if he had accidentally taken some drug instead of his vitamins before she arrived.
She just rolled her eyes at him and pulled one of the bags over to her.
"It's your birthday." She repeated casually "and I got you a present." She then proceeded to pull out a familiar helmet for him to see.
Max frowned, looking between the colourful helmet that she had worn when she had crashed. When he had made her crash and almost killed her, and back down to her in disbelief .
His stomach dropping in unease "is this a joke? Cause it's not funny Cherrie. I know that I fucked up, I don't need a painful reminder of how much-"
Cherrie didn't let him finish his upset rant. Instead she just placed the helmet in his lap and nodded down to it calmly .
"Look inside it." She simply instructed him, watching his face carefully .
He gave her one last look before carefully holding her helmet , his fingers tracing over the pretty design that hardly had a dent despite the awful impact it had taken.
Then he turned the helmet over and lifted the visor, his fingers freezing as he read the words that were written messily inside of it. Swallowing audibly as he read the small words of her handwriting over and over again.
Believe in yourself like I believe in you. It read.
He exhaled shakily and glanced up at her unsurely , his lips parting yet not knowing what to say.
Cherrie just smiled a little and told him "it's what my dad always told me when I was younger . To believe in myself like he believed in me. How can you reach for the stars if there's no one to help you there? Success is nothing but a empty room if there's no one there to share it with." Her voice was quiet and reflective.
Having spent the last few weeks really thinking about how wrong she had been. How differently she wished that she had acted .
Max just looked at her silently , his heart racing in his chest as he watched her face soften towards him.
She had never looked at him like that before. No matter how many times he had wished for her to, he had only ever seen her smile at Charles like that.
He cleared his throat "why- why are you giving me this? What-" what does it mean? Went unsaid.
Luckily Cherrie understood and simply shrugged her shoulders , sighing .
"Well that helmet saved my life . And those words did too. I thought that it's only right for you to have it. And maybe - maybe it can help you to? I don't know - it's stupid-" it was her time to be unsure as she nervously glanced away from him.
Not knowing how to say that she was sorry. For everything .
Simply saying it didn't seem like enough .
Max quickly shook his head "no! No! It's not stupid- it's really - it's really thoughtful actually . I-" he inhaled shakily , clutching onto the helmet tightly with trembling fingers .
"I wish that I had words like that to carry around with me. Maybe I would have been less of an asshole." He muttered still angry with himself for all that he had done.
Cherrie reached up and grabbed one of his hands in her own making him glance back down at her in shock, his eyes widening as she gently squeezed the palm of his hand .
Smiling up at him sheepishly "well, I know it's not- it probably doesn't mean anything coming from me but-" she laughed a little nervously "maybe they can be your words too?"
Max felt like he couldn't breath. His eyes locked down to her hand in his with building hope.
"What do you mean? I almost killed you cherrie! I was so stupid and-"
She shook her head at him gently "I forgive you max. I know that it wasn't on purpose and I know that you regret it. I should have let you apologise because honestly-" she inhaled deeply , gathering her own courage.
"I'm sorry too." She told him honestly .
He frowned at her, confused . "What? What are you sorry for? You have every right to hate me after everything I've done!" His voice rose incredulously, his flickering between her own desperately, heart pounding in his chest.
Cherrie just squeezed his hand again, swallowing thickly as she saw the guilt and self hatred written across his face .
"No. I don't hate you max." She told him firmly needing him to know how she really felt.
"And I'm sorry for never giving you a chance. You- I think I may have taken things wrongly. Ya know like that time when we were sixteen and you came over to me and said 'you take the corners like a devil'" she recalled that particular memory with a wince.
Max also grimacing as he remembered how he had gathered all of his courage just to go over to her after another race between them, having wanted to be her friend.
Only it had all gone to absolute shit when he blurted out that she was a devil instead.
"I meant that as a compliment. That you were really fast and fearless on the corners.." he mumbled , embarrassed by how he just couldn't hold his tongue around her.
He had been accidentally insulting her since day one , when really all he wanted to do was tell her how amazing he thought she was.
How much he wanted to be like her , learn from her...
Instead he had become her enemy Instead. Talk about putting his foot in his mouth...
Cherrie groaned in misery , letting go of his hand so that she could cover her face in embarrassment at how hot headed she had always been.
This was her fault too. If she had just given him a chance ...
"God! I just thought you were saying that I drove dangerously or something! I'm sorry! I just- we were also put against each other and everyone always expected us to be rivals and.. it's always between just us.." she trailed off , feeling terrible for what could have been.
So influenced by others and the need for success that she had forgotten to listen to herself and what she knew best.
Max laughed a little , carefully setting aside the helmet on the bed. He planned to put it in his front room with the other two helmets he had of hers.
He told her so with a small , sheepish grin. "You know that I still have two of your helmets. I'm gonna put this one right in the middle of them."
Cherrie paused , eyeing him in confusion . "Two of them?" She couldn't remember ever giving him two.
Max nodded his head, chuckling as he scratched the side of his neck nervously.
"Yeah. The first one was when we swapped helmets when we were eighteen... well, we were forced to. You practically threw it at me." He reminded her in amusement . It was a pink helmet with flowers all over it and her name written across it in big letters.
Cherrie went pink like the helmet was. Grimacing guilty as the memory came back to her.
It was a rare race where he had beaten her and she hadn't been very happy at all. He had handed her his helmet with a smile, telling her congratulations and that it was a good race.
Cherrie had thought he was mocking her.
So she had told him to fuck off and then proceeded to practically throw her helmet at him before childishly stomping off to sulk.
She groaned again "oh god. Max I'm so sorry-"
He just waved off her guilt with a laugh, the pressure slowly lifting from his chest piece by piece as he looked down at her.
Feeling his heart lighten at the guilty little smile on her pretty face , her eyes pleading for him to forgive her for being such a hot headed woman. Unable to believe that perhaps everything had just been a series of misunderstandings between them all along .
"No, no. It's okay." He laughed "honestly maybe I should be saying sorry to you because I also.." he hesitated to admit it, his cheeks flushing red .
Cherrie eyed him warily "oh god what did you do?" The amused tone of her voice made him admit it.
"I stole your helmet in silverstone. I saw Charles give you his and we had both been on the podium together and I wanted to be the one to swap helmets with you but-" he rushed out covering his bright red face with his hands. Muffling his words.
Cherrie gasped out a laugh. Leaning forward on her knees and placed her hands on his thighs as she pushed herself up, slapping at his arm in amusement .
"Max! I can't believe it was you! I was so confused when I turned around and my helmet was gone! Oh my god!" She couldn't stop giggling at him.
Max slowly uncovered his face and gazed down at her pretty smile , her eyes crinkled at the corners as she laughed at him. Feeling his heart flutter at the way he had done that, he had made her laugh. Nobody else. Him.
He chuckled "you're not mad?" His breathed out in relief . Still Scanning her still smiling face in awe.
She was so beautiful that he found it hard to breathe. He always had done. She made him do and say stupid things. It was ridiculous the way he couldn't just behave normally around her . To nervous to think straight . She made him into a giant mess. Cherrie just shook her head at him, sighing loudly as she looked down at his flustered face softly.
"No max I'm not mad. I just wish you would have talked to me . All this time I've wasted being angry at you and -" she struggled to even explain what she was feeling . Upset with herself for always thinking the worse of him.
He gently took ahold of her arms and made her look at him again, smiling softly at her.
"There was times I deserved it though. I did deliberately wind you up and push you to snap back at me ." He admitted quietly , gently stroking the soft skin of her arms .
She frowned "why though? Why pick at me like that when you know how easy I snap back?" She asked him curiously .
Max pursed his lips , avoiding her eyes for a moment as his shoulders sagged in defeat. He couldn't keep lying to himself or to Cherrie any longer.
If he had been honest right from the start then maybe none of this drama would have ever taken place . Maybe things would have been easier. Maybe he wouldn't have had to do this alone.
"Because that was the only way I could get your attention. It's was stupid and childish. I just wanted you to see me because-" he looked at her , ashamed.
"Because I've always seen you. I have- you've always been somebody that I've looked up to and wanted to be like. You've always achieved everything first , always beat me and I was jealous." He admitted to her quietly .
"I wanted to be your friend when we were kids . But I could never say the right thing. I didn't know how to get you to like me." He muttered, his hands sliding down her arms to grab at her hands instead , fiddling with her fingers anxiously.
Cherrie just interlaced their fingers and listened to him quietly . Her face open and soft .
He inhaled deeply and continued on while he still had the courage to look her in her eyes and tell her the truth.
"And then we grew older and I still wanted to be you but I wanted to be with you even more so. But then you became so close with Charles and I got even more jealous because that was all I wanted. I don't even know how .. or when it happened." He sighed quietly . His eyes filling with tears again.
He shook his head at himself , sniffling. "I just - one day I looked at you and all I saw was who I wanted to be. And I saw you smile at Charles and i just wanted you to look at me like that- I wanted you to see me-" his voice broke before he could even finish.
Cherrie leaned forward and took him in her arms, cradling his head into her neck as she tangled her hand into his hair, her other hand stroking circles into his back as he started to cry. Clutching onto her tightly , she felt her eyes own pool with tears as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight, like he was afraid to let go in case she ran away.
"Shhh max. It's okay. It's okay- I did see you . I have always seen you!" She rushed to tell him , pulling back enough so that she could take ahold of his cheeks on her hands, caressing his face gently.
His eyes searching her desperately, clutching onto her waist with his hands .
"I have always thought of you max. You drove me crazy! And every time I walked into a room the first person I looked for has always been you. Even when we were fighting- even when we were at each other's throat- I always looked for you-"
He cried in relief , heart feeling like it was trying to beat right out of his chest. Overwhelmed with his feelings that he had tried for so long to push away.
"Oh my god. You feel it too?" He breathed out in disbelief .
Letting out a breathless laugh, letting go of her waist and clutching at her beautiful face instead , his thumbs quickly wiping away the tears that pooled between her lashes .
Both of them smiling in disbelief , in relief and joy.
She let out a shocked laugh "I do! I just- I thought you hated me and -"
Max's eyes were wild , shaking his head rapidly in denial.
"No. No! Never hated you! Never!" He pushed her hair behind her ears , grinning at her in awe.
Then he breathed out and whispered "I love you. I'm in love with you. I love you so fucking much-"
Cherrie couldn't believe it. Laughing breathlessly, she just shook her head in disbelief at how stupid the both of them had been.
All this time ...Then she surged forward and kissed him like she should have been kissing him all this time.
No more wasting time. She promised herself silently as she felt him moan against her mouth in relief , his hands clutching at her like he was afraid to let go.
The kiss was messy and frantic . Teeth clashing and tongues exploring each other's mouths as she pushed him onto his back on the bed, her helmet right beside them proudly .
“I love you max. Fuck.." she breathed out giggling as she pulled away enough to kiss all over his face, beaming down at him in disbelief .
Similar emotions written across his face as he gaped up at her , heart pounding in his chest. She looked at the words written on the helmet and smiled , shaking her head.
"And I'm so proud of you. Every win- I'm gonna be there. Because I love you and I believe in you. Because we're- we're teammates now remember? We have each other's back. I'm never gonna not be there for you again okay?" She promised him seriously , kissing him again.
Max choked on a cry, laughing and crying at the same time as he clutched her body to him . Looking up at her like she was his god.
That was all he had ever wanted to hear . It was all he had ever dreamed of.
She loved him. And she was proud of him. Finally , somebody was proud of him.
Max's smile took over his whole face , their teeth knocking together as they both giggled into the kiss . Happiness filling their hearts, their heads and their lungs as they both gasped for breath.
"And I'm gonna be there for you too Cherrie. Because I love you and I'm gonna continue loving you for as long as you let me. You're my girl." He told her , overcome with love.
Cherrie just smiled and kissed him again.
"you're gonna be loving me a long time then. Because I want you forever." She whispered against his lips.
Max just sighed contently, pulling away to gaze into her eyes and seeing his future there.
"I'm gonna love you in every life. I'm gonna be your best friend and your lover too ." He promised her.
He was going to make sure that they never made the same mistakes again. All those years arguing. All the miscommunication and jealously ... he was going to spend the rest of his life making it up to her.
She was going to win the race but he was going to win her trust , and her heart.
'Believe in yourself like I believe in you'
Her father always had been right .
He was never going to doubt himself again. He had her love and that was more than enough for him.
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imrllytootiredforthis · 8 months
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I’ve had this thought in my head for a while but I don’t really know how to put it to words, so I apologize if this doesn’t make any sense 😞🙏💔
Imagine Jisung on his knees under your desk, cockwarming you with his mouth as you’re on a call with Felix and Minho, playing some games with them on your computer. He’s fully naked, his hands balled up into fists as he resists the urge to touch his wet pussy. He’s pressing his thighs together so he’s able to get some kind of friction, but it’s just not enough for him.
Everytime you jump in your seat, your cock (real or fake, doesn’t matter) goes deeper in his throat, causing him to gag. Felix and Minho notices the sounds, and thought nothing of it at first, but as they continued hearing the gagging sounds coming from over on your end, they quickly understood what was happening.
They questioned you about those noises, and you didn’t bother to lie and cover it up. You told them what exactly you were making Han do. Han got wetter and wetter, knowing that Felix and Minho now knew what he was doing.
Felix and Minho couldn’t help but slowly get hard imagining Jisung under your desk and gagging on your cock. They wished that they were in your position, or maybe…in Han’s position.
You look down at Han. His eyes were brimmed with tears from the constant gagging, drool slipping past his pretty lips that’s wrapped so nicely around your cock, his plush thighs pressing up against each other. You tried to resist the urge to fuck him right then and there. And unfortunately (fortunately) you couldn’t resist it.
You pulled out of his mouth, his jaw was slack from his mouth being open for hours. You cupped his face with one hand, and he leaned into your touch, leaving sloppy kisses on the palm of your hand. With your other hand, you clicked around with your mouse, changing the screen on your computer. You scooted your chair back and pulled Han up off his knees. Before he could even react, you pulled him into a full nelson position, and shoved your cock into his wet pussy and started fucking up into him at such a rough and fast pace.
Han couldn’t think straight from the sudden pleasure, his loud moans instantly filled up the room. Once he did adjust though, he noticed your computer screen. On your computer screen, it was split up into three separate screens.
Fuck. He knew you were on a call, but not a video call.
On one screen, he saw Felix with his cock out, leaning back against his chair and stroking his cock slow and hard, enjoying the view. On another screen was Minho, also stroking his cock, but at a fast and rough pace. On the last screen, Han could see himself with his legs spread, his pussy out on full display as he gets absolutely railed by you. He got wetter as he watched Felix and Minho watching him get fucked, and even more wet watching himself get fucked.
His moans got more and more shameless. As much as he was blushing like crazy and embarrassed looking at your computer screen, he just couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He loved how you knew exactly what spot to hit to make him scream, and how he loved watching his face contort in pleasure as you hit over and over.
It didn’t help with Felix’s and Minho’s words to him. Felix praising him for being such a good boy, telling him just how good he is for taking it all, asking him “who’s a good boy?” Minho on the other hand degraded him to no end, calling him a shameless whore, telling him that he’s so rude! for not thanking you for fucking a dirty slut like him.
Han thanked you over and over, praising and degrading himself in the process, thanking you for fucking into his filthy pussy, thanking you for fucking your good boy. The mix of praise and degradation from Felix and Minho made his head spin and made him closer to his orgasm. His moans got louder as he got closer. Felix and Minho sped up as they watched Jisung’s body writhe more and more. They moaned underneath their breaths, feeling themselves get closer and closer.
Without warning, Jisung squirted all over your keyboard and screen. His eyes were rolled back and his tongue lolled out, in complete bliss as he saw stars. He hadn’t realized what he’s done until he heard you asked him “Who the hell said you were allowed to cum? And all over my keyboard and computer too, you’re so filthy.”
Fuck.
You pulled him off of your cock and threw him onto the bed. You went over to your computer and said, “Come over if you want,” before leaving the call.
Holy shit this was longer than I expected but I know damn well Felix and Minho are rushing over to your house 🙈💕 gonna be filling up all of Han’s holes and passing him around like he’s just a toy for you guys to play with (but he doesn’t mind ofc, he’s loving every second of it <3)
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this has been in my drafts literally forever bc i actually can't🥴, this is so hot, god😵‍💫😩
not only does it have hannie with a pussy but also LIXIE AND LEE KNOW😫😩
It didn’t help with Felix’s and Minho’s words to him. Felix praising him for being such a good boy, telling him just how good he is for taking it all, asking him “who’s a good boy?” Minho on the other hand degraded him to no end, calling him a shameless whore, telling him that he’s so rude! for not thanking you for fucking a dirty slut like him.
like jesus fuck-anon, you are going to be the actual death of me😮‍💨, i honestly don't know what else to say but i'm in absolute awe of your writing<3333
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18 matthew/leon
18 - things you said when you were scared
(cw for being outed)
In the video, Matthew is instantly recognizable: his curls, wild and golden in the sunshine; his dimpled grin; that stupid Elbo Room t-shirt. His companion is less recognizable, all swim trunks and thick muscle, dark wet hair slicked back from the pool. Over the course of the nine-second clip, Matthew, in the video, tugs this man in and kisses him briefly, then pulls back to say something, then laughs as he’s kissed by the man, longer and more thoroughly. The man has a great ass, and Matthew’s hands find it eagerly as they shift out of view. The cameraperson tries for a moment to find a new angle that works through the foliage and fencing, then gives up. That’s it.
Apparently the Bahamas aren’t far enough to go for some privacy.
While Matthew paces in the bedroom of their rented condo with what seems like his entire family including his uncle-agent on speakerphone, Leon sinks as deep into the couch as is humanly possible, watching the video on repeat in the Tweet that gave it to the world. Leon knows the exact moment it was taken, because it was only yesterday. It would be a hot video if it weren’t so horrifying. They look good together. Matthew looks so happy.
It should be more of a relief that the video doesn’t include a good shot of his face. Instead Leon just feels guilty that Matthew’s the only one getting blown up about it. Feels anxious, waiting for someone to figure it out. Feels nauseous, waiting for what Matthew will say when he emerges from his conference call. Most of what Leon gets through the door is Matthew’s side of the conversation — “I don’t know, I don’t know,” he keeps saying, his voice pitched high, tight with stress. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he keeps saying. “That part doesn’t matter,” a bunch of times in a row, then in an exasperated burst: “That’s none of your business. That’s nobody’s business.”
Leon has no idea who Matthew told his family he was going on vacation with. He just knows it wasn’t him. That’s fine. That’s how it’s supposed to be. 
After an eternity, the bedroom door flies open and Matthew stomps into the main room to start furiously gathering his things.
“I’m going home,” he bites out. 
Leon sits up so quickly his head spins a little. “Sorry, what?”
Matthew doesn’t even pause. He grabs his hoodie from the back of the sofa, his flip-flops from by the door. “There’s a flight tonight, I can make it if I pack fast.”
“”You’re leaving.”
“Um, obviously. My mom’s upset, my dad’s confused, we need to figure out what to do next—”
“Okay, yeah, but what about me?”
Matthew finally whirls to look at him. “What about you?”
It’s like a slap in the face.
“Wow,” says Leon. “Fuck you, too, I guess.”
Matthew deflates. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, and rubs a hand over his face, through his hair. “Fuck.”
“No, it’s fine, I get it.” And he does get it, really. Matthew’s life just got rocked, not Leon’s. And it’s not like this is serious, between them. If it was serious, Matthew’s parents wouldn’t be asking who the guy in the video is. Leon’s parents would know where he is right now. When they’d made the plans, Matthew had laughed and said, a lot of effort just to fuck. Leon had grinned and said, yeah, but I’ll make it worth your while.
Leon rocks to his feet and heads for the bedroom. He might as well start packing.
“Leon—” Matthew says, following after him. “I’m sorry, okay? I don’t have time to have this fight right now.”
“We’re not fighting,” Leon says. “You’re leaving, so there’s no point in me staying, so I’m leaving, too.”
“Fuck you,” says Matthew. “You don’t get to be pissed at me right now.”
He’s right. And Leon’s not pissed, not really. Not at Matthew. At whoever did this. A couple of barely-famous hockey players aren’t the kind of people this shit is supposed to happen to. Barely even barely famous. Matthew was right on the phone with his family — it’s not anyone’s business.
“You’re right,” Leon says with a sigh. “I’m sorry. You’re right. Come here.”
Matthew is tense all over, but he lets Leon fold him into a hug. Leon rubs his back, kisses the side of his head, tries not to wonder if this is the last time they’ll ever do this.
“Sorry,” Leon says again.
Matthew exhales wetly against his neck. “I have to leave. I can’t be here. You know I hate people getting in my business. I can’t—”
“I know, I know, I know,” Leon says. He hugs Matthew tighter as his stomach ties itself in knots. 
“I’ll figure out what to tell people,” Matthew mumbles, his fingers curling into Leon’s shirt. “I can just say it was some guy I met here — maybe I wanted a vacation alone or something, I don’t know— I mean, my parents will hate that, they want me to have a secret nice boyfriend or something so we can trot him out and be like, look, still totally wholesome, nothing to see here—”
“Okay,” Leon says.
There’s a beat, and then Matthew pulls back to look at him with a frown. “Okay what?”
“I just mean, if it’s easier that way.” Leon’s brain catches up with what’s coming out of his mouth, and his cheeks are suddenly hot. “I mean. If you need me to be a boyfriend. If that would help. I can do that.”
Matthew stares. “I don’t— I can’t ask you to do that.”
“Did you ask?” Leon says. “No. I’m just saying. If you want.”
It’s probably a very stupid offer. The kind of offer that could blow up Leon’s life in ways he’s only ever thought about as vague, distant what-ifs. The kind of offer you’re supposed to offer only if it’s serious. Definitely the kind of offer he should think about for more than five seconds, but none of that seems particularly important right now.
Matthew sags into the hug again, holding on even tighter than before. Leon squeezes him, kisses his hair, breathes in the smell of the ocean.
“At the very least let me help you pack,” he murmurs. Matthew lets out a long, shaky breath, his fingers digging into Leon’s back.
“Maybe I can fly out in the morning instead.”
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l-e-e-woso · 1 year
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I know your requests are closed but could we please have Alexia and this prompt you reposted: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” This with your writing would be the absolutely best
Please Mi Amor - Alexia Putellas
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WARNING! MENTIONS; SWEARING, CANCER AND BLOOD
Prompt 9 - “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
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It was a Champions League final against Chelsea and unfortunately Alexia wasn’t playing due to her not being ready to play due to her injury, but her last name is still being displayed on the field by her wife, you, Y/n Putellas.
When the both of you did play on the field together you were an unstoppable force that nobody liked getting in the way of. Alexia and you were the best duo when on the pitch together. Everyone loved when you and Alexia would act cute with each other in front of the fans giving them the content that they wanted.
Apparently, Chelsea’s defenders were being really brave in this particular match and were throwing themselves into you. Every time one of the Chelsea girls tried to foul you the Barca fans would start booing them and suddenly cheer when you would outmanoeuvre them.
All of a sudden as you ran past Jess Carter into the penalty box, she slides tackled you from behind making you fall to the floor holding your foot which Jess had caught with her studs.
You could hear your teammates shouting at Jess as Barca’s medics looked at your foot and fortunately you were fine to play on.
Barca was awarded a penalty that you would take. You took the ball spinning it before placing it on the Penalty spot before taking two steps backwards and to the left. Taking a deep breath, you slowly run up to the ball and you slot it into the lower left corner, the goalkeeper dives the wrong way. The ball goes in! It’s now 2 - 0 to Barca!
You run over to the side where Alexia is sitting, you point at her and make a heart with your hands. “Let’s fucking goooo!” You shout as your teammates all hug you before returning to their positions.
In the 20th minute Aitana scores a beautiful goal with an assist from none other than yourself.
It was the 36th minute Geyse backheels the ball backwards towards Caroline who shoots and scores perfectly.
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Currently it was the 80th minute and Barca was holding the lead 4 - 0. Chelsea was becoming sloppy with their tackles and you had this bad feeling that someone was going to get seriously hurt.
You were running down the left to cross the ball into the penalty box to Keira who was in the box ready and open for the ball. Just as you went to kick the ball Jess Carter came running into you knocking you over on to your back.
The ball had gone out for a throw-in, in favour of Barca which you would have taken if you weren’t gasping for air while laying on your back. The closest people from your team came rushing to you, which were Keira and Frido.
“You alright?” Keira says as she places a hand on your arm to check on you. “J-just need a m-min-” You get cut off by a shooting pain in your mid-section which causes you to groan in pain.
The ref motions for the medics to come on to check if you are alright. They quickly walk on as they get to you both Keira and Frido step back, so they have room to examine you.
The medics check you out and decide to try to get you to stand up, which you somehow do successfully, they tell the ref that you're fine to play on.
The game resumed.
You were running as fast as normally did and you bumped into one or two Chelsea players by accident. Suddenly you break out into a coughing fit and grab on to the closest person who happened to be Guro Reiten.
Guro holds you up right as you cough and suddenly there is blood all over the front of Guro’s kit which makes her eyes widen. “MEDIC!” Guro shouts as loud as she can as you collapse to the ground with blood trickling out your mouth.
That was the last thing you heard before you passed out on the ground.
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All everyone could see was both Barca and Chelsea medics run onto the pitch over to where you collapsed. The fans and most importantly Alexia could tell something was seriously wrong because medics never ran no matter what.
The next thing you know Alexia was shouting to Jona to let her on the pitch to see if her wife was alright, he nodded and Alexia ran onto the pitch. She knew that she should not run due to her injury but honestly, she couldn’t care less at that moment because you were hurt.
As Alexia got over to where the medics were and gasped as she saw you passed out on the floor with blood tickling out your mouth. “What the fuck are you doing? Why isn’t she on a stretcher on the way to the hospital already?” Alex shouts at the medic team as Mapi comes over and pulls Alexia into a hug to attempt to calm her down.
Suddenly people come over with a golf cart that has a stretch on and you get loaded on to it.
“Finish this game and meet us at the hospital, okay?” Alexia says to her teammates as her hands shake nervously for the outcome of what happened to you and she quickly runs over to get into the ambulance with you.
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Alexia had been sitting in the waiting room for half an hour when the Barca girls turned up, just as they went to ask Alexia if you were okay the doctor came over. “Family of Y/n Putellas.” The doctor says which makes Alexia stand up and go over to him as tears roll down her face. “Yeah, I’m her wife.” Alexia says as her voice sounds hoarse from the crying.
“There is no easy way to say this, but Y/n has lung cancer. The only option for Y/n is to get a full lung transplant which she has a 50/50 chance of surviving. On the other hand, if Y/n doesn’t get it she will only have about a week to live. We do have a set of lungs ready for a transplant, we just need your written permission to go ahead with the transplant.” The doctor tries to explain as fast and clearly as possible so he can get back to the operating room.
“Dios mio…yes, I’ll sign.” Alexia says as she tries to hold it together as much as she possibly could in this situation. The doctor hands Alexia the paperwork to sign which she does quickly. “I’ll come and update you as soon as Y/n is out of surgery.” The doctor says before rushing off to the operating room.
Alexia then collapses into the chair behind her and rests her head in her hands as she sobs. She could not handle losing you, you are the love of her life and she hadn’t told you yet but all the IVF treatment she had been doing was working, she had taken a pregnancy test this morning, it had come back positive 5 times. The thought of losing you when you were just starting your family made Alexia feel…heartbroken.
The Barca girls gathered around Alexia and brought her into a group hug. “I can’t lose her…” Alexia sobs into Mapi’s shoulder as she was the main person hugging her. “I’m pregnant…I only found out this morning, I didn’t tell Y/n and now she might never know.” Alexia says which shocks all of the Barca players, but they don’t say anything.
“Look, Y/n will be fine. How about you take a nap and we will wake you up when the doctor comes back?” Lucy says as she rubs Alexia’s shoulder trying to console her in some way. “Okay.” Alexia sighs as she uses the sleeves of her hoodie to wipe away her tears.
After about 15 minutes of trying to get comfy Alexia eventually falls asleep with her head resting on Mapi’s shoulder.
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It was about 5 hours later when the doctor came over to inform Alexia about Y/n, Mapi woke up Alexia and pointed towards the doctor. “The doctor is here Ale.” Mapi says as she wraps an arm around Alexia’s shoulder just in case the news about Y/n isn’t good news.
“The transplant went well, Y/n is currently in the intensive care unit which is where she will be kept for around a week so we can monitor her and keep a closer eye on her. I will give you a leaflet which will explain the whole recovery process. I will warn you; Y/n is in a coma. We estimate that she will be like this for a week or two, but it varies from person to person. Only Alexia can go into the ICU because none of you are legally classed as family.” The doctor explains to Alexia and her fellow teammates then he hands Alexia the leaflet before walking off.
“Oh, thank god!” Alexia says as tears roll down her face in relief because you were alive. “I’m going to go see Y/n.” Alexia tells the Barca girls as she stands up to go to your ICU room.
_____________After Six Weeks______________
Alexia’s baby bump was slightly noticeable now and she was waiting for you to wake up from your coma to find out the gender because having a gender reveal was something the both of you had always wanted to do together.
Alexia was sitting next to your hospital bed in the normal hospital room and was holding you hand as she looked at you sadly, she just wished that you would finally wake up. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you. Please mi amor…” Alexia says as a tear or two rolled down her face then suddenly she felt something squeeze her hand, it was you.
She looked up from your intertwined hands to your face and saw your eyes fluttering trying to adjust to the bright light. “Dios mio! You're awake! Mapi, get the doctor!” Alexia yells at Mapi, who jumps up from where she was asleep and runs to get the doctor.
The doctor comes in and does tons of checks on you then takes the breathing tube out your mouth and puts an oxygen thing on you that goes over your ears into your nose. After a while the doctor eventually leaves all of you to talk.
Alexia comes over to you and smiles at you. “Hi mi amor.” She says affectionately as she kisses your cheek. “Hey babe.” You smile brightly back at her and squeeze her hand that you were once again holding.
“I know this will be a little bit of a shock, but you know how we were doing the IVF treatment?” Alexia asks you as she runs her thumb over the back of your hand as a habit she had.
“Yeah…wait…no way! You’re pregnant? We're going to be parents!” You say excitedly and pull Alexia into a loving kiss.
____________Three Years Later______________
Unfortunately, you could no longer play football but you were now the assistant coach for the Barcalona Women's team which Alexia and the rest of the team were very excited about.
Alexia and you ended up having twins, one boy and one girl. Their names were Andres Jaume Putellas and Mia Elisabet Putellas. Nala was also still around but you did get another bigger dog, a Dogue do Bordeaux also known as a French bullmastiff and he was called Buster.
Alexia had also become the first women or man to win the Ballon D’or five consecutive times. She is now thinking of retiring to finally have time to spend time with her family.
Overall, you could say that you could say that you and Alexia got your very happy ending.
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Nine: Unfortunate Kind
Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)
Till The Wheels Fall Off Masterlist
Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?
As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️
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I had no idea how much time had passed, my sobs had finally subsided but I still didn’t want to go back inside to face everyone.
Right now I needed to be alone.
My head was still resting against my knees when I heard someone come outside, joining me on the floor. Automatically I shifted my position so I was sitting up with my head resting on Jax’s shoulder. He was the only one who had the balls to come out to me when I was in this state.
“Tig has taken Pops to his place, Bobby is gonna take Elenor back home and wait up until I get there,” Jax said softly, resting his hand on my knee, “I will go check on Pops later. After you came out here he started going off at Charles, thinking he was Clay. The poor boy didn’t know what to do when Pops was trying to punch him.”
“Oh god!” I sighed heavily. Tonight was going so well until Pops started to freak out, I knew he couldn’t control it but it still broke my heart.
“He was asking about you, ya know,” Jax hummed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders pulling me closer to him.
“Who?”
“The Pope!” Jax half laughed trying to lighten the mood a little, “who do you think, Squirt? He was actually really worried, he wanted to come out and check on you but I told him unless he wanted his balls chopped off it wasn’t going to be a good idea!”
“I’m not that bad,” I huffed.
“Nova, I have been on the receiving end of your temper, the evidence of my face is still embedded in the truck,” Jax said with a slight playful tone in his voice, “I knew if he came out and you did snap at him you wouldn’t forgive yourself.” He had a point, I knew Jax could take my wrath, he knew to take what I said with a pinch of salt.
My head was spinning, I currently felt like the weight of the world was crushing me into the ground.
“How the fuck am I going to face Charles now?” I whimpered, trying to keep the tears at bay, I had only just managed to stop crying and if I started again I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop again, “things were starting to go so well.”
“You are a Teller, walk in there with your head held high,” Jax whispered, pressing a kiss against the top of my head, “but maybe wash your face first because right now you look like a panda that has been caught in a rainstorm, it isn’t your best look.”
Taking a few deep breaths, I finally pushed myself to my feet. The moment we were both standing, Jax pulled me into a tight hug, “till the wheels fall off Squirt,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to the top of my head.
Another fifteen minutes had passed, Jax had unlocked the back door that led into the kitchen allowing me an easy way to head up to the apartment above the bar to sort myself out.
The first thing I saw when I entered the room was my appearance, my hair was sticking up from tugging at my roots and my make up was smeared across my cheeks. I was glad Jax had managed to convince Charles not to come out to me.
There was no way I wanted him to see me like this.
My fingers instantly fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, soon enough I had slipped it off my shoulders letting it fall onto the floor, not bothering to pick it up.
I needed comfort right now, not glam.
Opening the closest I checked to see what options I had available. It didn’t take me long to find one of Jax’s SAMCRO hoodies, pulling it off the hanger I tugged it over my body. I needed to show my face down stairs so I quickly put my hair into a messy bun before tackling my face.
When I was satisfied I had removed all the makeup from my skin I took one final look in the mirror. I had gone from looking like someone who had all the confidence in the world to someone who had been broken into pieces.
Soon enough I was walking back into the bar, Jax instantly passed me a bottle of beer, which I took with an extremely weak smile. Most people had left for the evening leaving the usual guys from the MC, Charles and Pierre. Bringing the bottle to my lips I looked over to where Charles and Pierre were sitting, locking eyes with Charles, panic instantly flooded my body.
We had spent all night flirting with each other and now I had no idea how I was going to make him understand just how helpless I felt right now. All I did know was that I couldn't ignore the massive elephant in the room, shifting my gaze away from him, the sight of my guitar sitting in its stand on the stage caught my eye. My legs automatically started moving towards the instrument, grabbing the guitar I made my way to the edge of the platform, allowing my body to drop down until I was sitting on the edge, guitar resting against my thighs as my fingers started to play. I didn’t have the words to explain what Pops’ dementia was doing to me so I did the next best thing, I expressed myself through song.
“It was a good time, just a bad decision. We were all wrapped up with the best intentions, you were out of my league and I was runnin' out of time to string together words that were gonna make you mine,” my voice wasn’t as strong as earlier, my throat was scratchy from all the crying so I wasn’t hitting all the notes but that wasn’t the point.
The point was getting my feelings across.
The bar fell silent as I sang, each word that escaped my lips was filled with pain.
Blinking back tears I refused to look at anyone, I needed to get through this. My mind was racing as I sang. I needed to get the message through to Charles especially if we were going to continue flirting, putting our trust in each other by taking that leap of faith, seeing what this was going to become.
“Ain't it funny how it all works out? Ain't it funny how it all works out? Ain't it funny how every now and then the unfortunate kind get lucky sometimes? Thirty-nine years you've been puttin' up with me,” I could already feel my voice starting to crack from all the emotions that were running through my body. The first time I heard this song was after Pops’ first bad outburst, I still remember how I broke down in the middle of the kitchen, burning dinner in the process. “Your folks said we'd never see our first anniversary! Do you remember that first week, when you burnt that pecan pie and I ate the whole damn thing? I couldn't stand to see you cry”
The first few verses of the song were easy to get through but I knew the part that would cause me to lose any resolve I had left was coming up. Letting my eyes flutter closed, I focused on the feeling of the guitar strings underneath my fingers.
Someone came to join me on the edge of the stage.
I still refused to open my eyes to see who it was, although in reality, I knew who it was from how my body started to heat up just from his presence. The feeling of Charles sitting behind me, moving so his legs were either side of my body acted like a protective bubble that was going to keep me safe, one where it didn’t matter if I completely broke down.
I found myself automatically shuffling backwards into him so I could get closer, resting my head against his shoulder, I continued to play and sing. My heart skipped a beat when he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer, even though our bodies were pressed together to the point where a piece of paper wouldn’t fit between us right now.
There was something about Charles that made me feel safe, he definitely had a calming aura surrounding him, it was something my heart quickly found comfort in. Being wrapped up in his arms gave me the strength to continue singing, even though the next verse would be the one where I knew I would break down.
From across the room I could see the tears that were clouding Jax’s blue eyes. This song also affected him as well, normally he wasn’t one to cry, instead he got his emotions out by punching things so seeing my other brother holding back to tears made the knot in my stomach tighten. No one was talking but for once I was grateful that their eyes weren’t on me. The mood in the room had completely changed, the only sound that could be heard was me and my guitar.
“Ain't it funny how it all works out? Ain't it funny how it all works out? Ain't it funny how every now and then the unfortunate kind get lucky sometimes? Then you got sick and things just weren't the same. There were days I'd come to visit you didn't even know my name, then I watched you fade away, while I was holdin' tight to you. Until the nurses pulled me back and said ‘There's nothin' you can do’.”
Somehow I managed to get through the verse, even though I couldn’t finish the song. I was choking on my words and once again tears were streaming down my cheeks.
I felt like giving up, I had lost all hope.
Memories of Pops filled my head, everything from growing up to more recent days. He had been my idol since I was a child, he was always there when I needed him. Knowing that one day he was going to slip away, not remembering his own children or grandchild absolutely killed me.
Feeling the guitar being gently prised from my grasp, I focused on trying to control my breathing but nothing was working. Charles pulled away from me causing my heart to cry from the sudden lack of his touch. He swiftly took me by the hand, pulling me onto my feet, guiding me from the stage to a small booth to the right, keeping me away from everyone else in the room.
My entire body was still shaking from my sobs but what surprised me the most was when Charles sat down he automatically pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me, letting me seek comfort in his chest.
I found myself gripping at the material of his hoodie that he put back on at some point during the evening. He gently rocked me not saying a word, but him just being here spoke volumes. He hadn’t run for the hills, instead he was letting me get all my emotions out in the safety of his arms.
At some point my hoodie had ridden up, the feeling of him brushing his fingers against my skin causing me to feel grounded. I had no idea how long we had been wrapped up in each other. Charles just let me cry it out until my sobs had turned into sniffles, not saying anything and not judging me.
All I knew is I never wanted to leave.
I had no idea how much time had passed, I refused to look up, scared if I did then my world would come crumbling down again. I did notice that the general chatter of the room had significantly quietened off signally that most people had left for the evening.
“Squirt,” Jax said in a soft tone, resting his hand on my knee. The sound of his voice made me open my eyes, looking up at him, “I need to lock up.”
“What time is it?” I whimpered, refusing to leave the safety blanket that was Charles.
“Nearly midnight,” he whispered.
“I can’t go home,” I finally admitted, the house was going to be too painful for me to deal with, the constant reminders of Pops’ health would be staring me in the face. Over the last month we had started placing sticky notes on things, mainly the kitchen cupboards, fridge and doors. Both Jax and I thought it would be helpful to Pops, letting him keep some independence but it also meant it was only going to be a matter of time before we needed to sit down with Elenor and explain everything to her.
“Crash here,” Jax hummed, with a sad smile on his face, “I don’t want you to be alone though, not like this,” he said with a concerned look. I knew what he was worried about, the last time I broke down like this I found comfort in a bottle of whiskey and he found me passed out behind the bar.
“I can stay with her, man,” Charles said without any hesitation, the gesture caused my heart to flutter.
“You sure?”
“I wouldn’t have offered if it was a problem,” Charles half laughed, as Jax took my hand bringing me to his feet, allowing Charles to stand up himself.
“I appreciate it,” Jax nodded, pulling me into his arms, squeezing me tight before pressing a kiss against the top of my head as Charles walked across the room saying his goodbyes to Pierre, “make sure you get some sleep, Squirt.”
Soon enough it was just me and Charles in the bar, this was the first time we had been truly alone and I just wished it was under better circumstances.
Guiding him up to the small apartment, I froze the moment I entered the room.
There was only one single bed.
“I don’t mind sharing but if you prefer I can crash on the floor,” Charles hummed, as if he could read my mind.
“Nah, you take the bed,” I whispered, standing awkwardly in the middle of the floor fiddling with the sleeves of my hoodie, “I’m more than likely not gonna get much sleep tonight anyway.”
A soft smile appeared on his face as he took my hand in his, his thumb brushing across my skin. “C'est absurde, je ne vais pas te chasser de ton propre lit. Nonsense, I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed,” he whispered, moving his hand to my cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The softness of his touch caused my skin to erupt in goosebumps.
Running my hand over my face I let out a heavy sigh, there was no way I was going to let him sleep on the floor, “we can share,” I said quietly, feeling my cheeks flush, once again I was extremely vulnerable. I couldn’t tell if it was due to sharing a bed with someone other than Elenor or whether it was from how Charles had shown me a side of him that was never captured on the cameras.
I could feel myself falling fast and hard for the man standing in front of me.
Opening the small closet I found myself fumbling with the items hanging trying to find something for both of us to sleep in. Soon enough I found a spare pair of my pajamas and a pair of Jax’s shorts for Charles. Passing Charles the garment, I quickly disappeared into the tiny bathroom to give myself some privacy to change.
Taking a look at the pajamas I was gripping I could have screamed, of course the only ones I had on hand were the ones that Chibs had gotten me for secret santa as a joke. The top had ‘do not disturb, dreaming of Leclerc’ in bold red letters across the chest and the shorts had cartoon red F1 cars all over them.
There was no way I could wear the top, I wasn’t ready to have that conversation tonight, tossing the garment into the wash basket I went back to the closet trying to find another top, mentally I thanked Jax for having a clear out of his clothes last month, meaning I quickly found one of his tops to wear before disappearing back into the bathroom.
Once I was changed I took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom. The sight of Charles topless standing in the middle of the room was enough to make me weak at the knees, if I hadn’t been leaning against the door frame I would have been a pile of mush on the floor.
“Come here you,” he whispered, taking a step closer to me, his hand quickly finding mine linking our fingers together, pulling me into his bare chest. The close contact caused my heart to race, I prayed he didn’t feel the speed it was beating, showing him the effect he was having on me, “let’s get you to bed,” he said softly, pressing a tender kiss against my forehead.
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j2h5b5 · 3 months
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Testing the Limits
Summary: JJ Maybank’s little sister is doing some experimenting.
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***
Oh. Oh shit.
That was Milly Maybank’s first thought upon waking.
And it wasn’t just because her head felt like a balloon filled with blood, stretched fit to burst and throbbing along with the beat of her heart.
Or because her mouth seemed to be filled with cotton, and tasted like something had rotted inside there.
Or because her stomach was roiling like the HMS Pogue in a high wind and she was pretty sure she was about to vomit all over these clean white sheets.
These clean white sheets on her hospital bed.
Yep, that’s why she woke up mentally cussing.
Because she didn’t have much memory of last night, but what flashed through her mind wasn’t good at all, and whatever had happened to land her here had to have been literally catastrophic. They couldn’t fucking afford a hospital.
There was a needle in her arm with a clear tube leading up to a bag on a pole like you see on TV, and a beeping monitor that was presumably alerting everyone in the room to the fact that she was alive?
Everyone. That would be … Without moving her head (both because to do so would risk popping the balloon that was keeping her liquefied brain in place and also because she was afraid to draw attention), Milly took mental stock. Pope, Kiara, Sarah, John B. And, of course, JJ.
Her brother was perched in a very uncomfortable-looking plastic chair at her bedside, his blond head resting on his arms, which were resting on the edge of the mattress. His eyes were closed and she bit her lip as a flashback of the night before fluttered vaguely at the back of her mind.
What did you take? Milly, answer me, what did you take?
JJ, she’s not hearing you, she needs a hospital.
I know, FUCK, I KNOW, let’s go. Move, just fucking move, I’ve got her. Come here, baby sister. Come on, Jay’s got you.
The world tilting on its axis as strong arms lifted her like she weighed nothing at all.
A bumpy ride, tires spinning gravel and mud, panicked fussing and bickering that made no sense, then bright lights, violent and harsh.
Then nothing.
Then this.
That was it for the details of the AFTER. From the BEFORE, she remembered more than she wanted to. The fight with her brother, hurling sharp words at all his soft spots. Blind anger making her cruel. Running off into the night. Running toward the very thing JJ was trying to keep her from in the first place. Triumphant at winning the battle.
She’d stayed gone for two days. Ignoring texts and calls from all of them and successfully staying off the radar until she got too brave and went to grab a late lunch at The Wreck. Sitting at a deck table off in the far corner with her back to the late-afternoon stragglers. She had almost finished wolfing down her burger when an open palm smacked the back of her head hard and a much-loved voice with an icy sharp edge commanded: “Hey brat. Call your damn brother.”
Looking up at Kie, Milly saw the older girl’s annoyance and responded with an admittedly childish “No.”
“He’s worried about you.”
“He’s a dick.”
“Yeah? He’s JJ. That’s not the point. You owe him better than this.”
And Milly knew she was right, which was why she doubled down. “I don’t want to talk to him yet. I’ll call him when I’m ready, and when he’s done treating me like a stupid kid.”
“Stop acting like one.”
Milly pushed her chair back and stood up from the table, making to leave. Kiara set down the tray she was carrying and reached for Milly. “Wait, wait. Where are you staying? At least tell me that. Are you being careful?”
Dodging Kie’s grasping hand, Milly shot her a look of honest apology—really, this whole thing had gotten out of hand but she didn’t know how to fix it now. “I’m fine. Tell him I’m fine.”
And she left fast, because Kiara was a good runner and Milly wasn’t positive she wouldn’t be chased all the way back to where her new friends were waiting.
And now.
When she finally tore her eyes away from the head of floppy blond hair next to her, she realized the others—all of them—were watching her.
Time to face the music.
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TBC?
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transandersrights · 7 months
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Happy dadrunkwriting! Prompt: M!Handers x "Stay anyway"
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Thank you for the prompt! This one went places ahaha - for @dadrunkwriting, 1.4k of pre-relationship mHanders with a hefty dose of Hawke family feelings. Content warnings for discussion of death of a family member and insecurity
“I should go.” Hawke should have known this would be a bad time. Anders was always busy, and Hawke… there was never anything he could do that could hold a candle to Anders in the clinic. To be worth his time was practically an impossibility.
“Hawke?” Anders startled, spinning on the ball of one foot. “Maker’s hairy ballsack, sorry. I didn’t even realise you were there, I was a bit…” Anders gestured, vaguely, towards a clinic almost full of people. They seemed to be sleeping soundly now, but the red-stained bowls of water scattered around the room told another story. Whatever this was, it had been bad.
“I haven’t been here long.” Just long enough to see Anders scrub his hands over his face, clearly exhausted, and settle heavily down to start watching whoever he’d picked out as needing observation. “I’ll leave you be.”
“You don’t have to.” Anders’ response came fast; so fast, Hawke caught himself assigning meaning to it that probably wasn’t there. Maybe Anders liked seeing him. Maybe. It was a long shot, what with all the bad memories attached to the day they met. “It’d be nice to talk to someone who isn’t bleeding out right now, actually.”
Hawke didn’t know if it was all that appropriate to laugh; he did anyway. Anders didn’t frown, so he was probably okay. “I don’t know if I can really help you here…”
“Stay anyway.” Again, Anders’ reply came without hesitation. “If you really want to help, just stare at one of these people and tell me if anything happens. They should be fine, but you never know.”
“You’re incredible at this.” Hawke knew he chased Anders like Tiny chased his tail — every time he thought he was closing in again, Anders pulled away. Yet no matter what happened, Hawke couldn’t bring himself to just quit. “You just… know what to do.”
Anders chuckled. “I’d hope so. I’d be concerned if people trusted me to do something I don’t know how to do.”
“I don’t think they’d realise it if you didn’t.” Maybe it wasn’t the most tactful thing to say, but no one had ever accused Hawke of being smooth. Ever. “You don’t get many healer types around anywhere, let alone somewhere like Darktown.”
“I wonder whose fault that is.” Anders’ voice was bitter — they both knew. They’d been over this particular bug bear before. “Would you know, then?”
“Probably not,” Hawke admitted. It wasn’t like he’d ever known a ‘healer type’ before Anders. When he was much younger, when they first moved into Lothering, someone in the village got so sick that the Chantry called a healer in from the Circle — for a tidy sum, no doubt. None of them had been allowed to so much as leave the house until the mage, and their associated Templar escort, was long gone.
“Well, thank you for the vote of confidence.” When Hawke looked up from his charge, Anders was smiling. There was so much light in his eyes. “I do like to think I’m pretty good at this. I have the training.”
“Does everyone in the Circle get trained like that?” Even before he opened his mouth, Hawke knew it was a dangerous question. Anders didn’t like talking about the Circle, not too much — too many bad memories, and now nearly a dozen people sleeping in the room who might, if they woke, hear what he had to say. If they didn’t like what they heard…
Still, Anders just shook his head, and his smile didn’t turn as bitter as Hawke expected. “It’s a certain kind of study. Most people learn the basics — you can heal people, right?”
Hawke nodded. It was one of the small bits of magic his father had truly spent time drumming into him. “Not like you, though.”
“I was getting to that.” Anders’ grin turned decidedly cocky, and fuck that was kind of hot. Hawke loved seeing him confident. “Basics are important. When you teach a kid the basics in everything, you get an idea what they excel in — if anything at all. A lot of mages aren’t actually any good at magic.”
“But you are?”
Anders laughed; quietly, but it was genuine. Getting a genuine laugh out of him was harder than Hawke had ever expected.
And to think he was planning on just leaving. He would have missed out on a treasure trove.
“Yes, I’m good at magic,” he said. “Not so much the fighting. But I have my moments.”
“Not so much?” Hawke could count ten times off the top of his head that Anders had completely decimated something when they were out running the dangerous kind of errands.
Anders blinked. “You’re far better with combat magic; Merrill is too. I’m a healer, like I said.”
Hawke chose not to elaborate on Merrill. The man in front of him hadn’t stirred in the slightest, but that didn’t mean none of them were awake — the less said about her particular brand of magic, the better. “It was to protect the twins.”
“Ah.” Anders knew how that had gone; he’d only met Carver, after all. “Darkspawn are hard to fight, you know. The right ones in the right position can fell an army, let alone a handful of refugees in the path of the horde.”
“Are you about to tell me not to blame myself?”
Hawke didn’t mean for his tone to sound like a challenge — it did anyway. Anders looked away. “I think you already know how I feel.”
He did and he didn’t, and that was most of the problem. Anders was… damn it, Hawke had to admit it, if only to himself: Anders had him hook line and sinker from the moment they met. He was a hundred things at once, and refused to make himself anything at all to others. He dodged away from hard conversations and careened right into the most outrageously radical political statements Hawke had ever heard at the drop of a hat.
Maybe, to Anders, Hawke was emblematic of the failure of the world to get mages right. A man who’d lost nearly half his family and counting to illness that could have been healed with a mage, darkspawn that might have been thwarted if he or Bethany had a better handle on their gift. Maybe, to Anders, Hawke was just a man who never could have achieved what Anders could — because some people just weren’t good at magic. Some people were just in the wrong life, and they suffered despite their fortune.
“I’ve heard it from enough people,” he said instead, because the last thing he wanted was to chase Anders away with the rot churning inside his chest. “If I could believe it, I think I would by now.”
Over a year since he failed Bethany. Over a year since they arrived in Kirkwall, and what did he have to show for it? He hadn’t given his mother somewhere comfortable to live for the rest of her days. He hadn’t been able to give Carver a leg-up into a profession he could build a life on. He was stronger, probably, but he had nothing to show for it.
“Hawke.” Anders crossed the room, laying one hand on Hawke’s shoulder. His hand was warm, damp from where he’d just cleaned off. “I know how you feel. I mean—” When Anders gestured vaguely with his other hand, he did so in the direction of the Chantry, and he didn’t need to say any more. “Healers stand there as people die, and even when they exhaust all their power, it can’t save everyone. It’s unfair, but that doesn’t mean I get to wallow and think it’s inevitable when it happens again.”
“Ouch.” That was… harsh. Maybe fair. Anders had a lot of experience with this kind of thing.
Anders just shot him a wry smile. “A room full of sleeping patients and all their bleeding I still need to clean off the floor, and you’re the one bringing the mood down. And don’t you dare think about apologising.”
“Caught me there.” Returning that smile was more of an effort than Hawke wanted it to be, but at least it happened. “Thanks, I think?”
“Well I know that you’re welcome.” Anders squeezed his shoulder once, then let go. “Come on. Keep up that vigil and I’ll teach you a thing or two about fighting Darkspawn after I put the lantern out for the night.”
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zealfruity · 7 months
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Clones as Incorrect Quotes 1/2 Master Post (Canon-compliant and Standard Fix-It AU version) Ft. Jedi Disaster Trio
Unholy mixture of random generators, unsolved/ghost files banter, and things my friends have said
Occasional spoilers following below
A few notes for these: Tup is NB he/they. Hardcase is genderfluid. Vaughn is agender they/them. Jesse has no idea how any of this works, someone help him. NO CLONESHIPPING OR JEDI TRIO SHIPPING HERE!
Kix: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.
*Dogma is casually searching around the room*
Jesse: Hey Dogma, what're you looking for?
Dogma: My will to live.
*Tup walks into the room*
Dogma: Oh, there it is.
Hardcase: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead!
S7 501st Trooper: Didn't you die?!
S7 Echo: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.
Dogma: Have I ever told you that you cook well?
Hardcase: Awww, no, you haven't!
Dogma: So why do you keep cooking?
Crosshair, pointing to the wall: What color is this?
Hunter: Gray.
Tech: Grey.
Crosshair, turning to Wrecker: Now tell them what color you think it is.
Wrecker: Dark white.
Tup: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.
Rex: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka.
Rex: *upends the bottle*
Hardcase: I was put on this earth to do one thing.
Hardcase: Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want.
Rex: Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don't answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.
Blackout: I'm not superstitious... But I am a little stitious.
Hunter: You’re jealous.
Crosshair: Jealous?
Hunter: That’s why you were being so negative about this.
Crosshair: That’s absurd. I’m always negative.
Waxer: Just took a personality test and got an A+.
Tup: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby.
Fives: What baby?
Tup, crying a bit: Me.
*Disneyland, in the teacups*
Kix, Jesse, and Rex: *spinning a little and talking*
Fives and Hardcase: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*
Kix: Isn’t this a bit dangerous?
Fives: Kix, please. We’ve been in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.
Kix: ...
Fives: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.
Kix: ...
Fives: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.
*Comments under an image of a lightsaber cutting bread*
Jesse: Imagine stabbing someone with this.
Kix: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.
Fives: if you want information it is
Hardcase: why would you stab a person when you can have TOAST?
Rex: Hardcase is late again.
Fives: How did this happen? I called them at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.
Kix: I printed up a fake schedule for them saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.
Jesse: I set their clock to say PM when it’s really AM.
Rex: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.
*Hardcase bursts through the door*
Hardcase: WHAT TIME IS IT?
Kix: Where is everyone?
Hardcase: Tup had a nervous collapse, Jesse is looking after him, Rex is trying to kill Fives, so I’m in charge.
Kix: Oh my god!
Hardcase: I know, right?
Hardcase: I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Dogma: I have that dream, too, but you go in the other direction.
Kix: Your lover doesn't have the mental strength to caramelize onions.
Echo: Your lover thinks it takes 5-10 minutes to caramelize onions.
Jesse: Who's fucking caramelizing onions? Have you sociopaths forgotten that apples exist?
Fives: Do you think caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions.
Hardcase: Don’t be sad!
Tup: Why not?
Hardcase:
Hardcase: I don’t have a good answer.
Dogma: You have friends and I envy that.
Tup: You're welcome to share my friends.
Dogma: *looks at Hardcase and Fives*
Dogma: I don't want those.
Fives, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Captain.
Rex, not looking up from his caf: Good morning, problem child.
(Post war, Jesse’s a farmer on a farm)
Jesse: I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks.
Tup: Ducks can’t eat lightbulbs?
Kix: I think that’s the point.
Jesse: Exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them.
Vaughn: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?
Jesse: *crouches down*
Appo: *kneels down*
Sgt. Fox: *sits on the floor*
Vaughn:
Vaughn: I hate all of you.
Cody: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am.
Wolffe: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!
Fives: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.
Omega: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!
Hunter: Omega-
Hunter: It- it was just an ant-
Echo: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.
CF99: I think it's time to start fucking some shit up.
Rex: Oh no.
CF99: More like "oh yes!"
Rex: Hardcase! Have you no dignity?
Hardcase: Of course not! How long have we known eachother?
Fives: *running towards Dogma with open arms*
Dogma: *moves out of the way*
Fives: Hey, why'd you move?!
Dogma: I thought you were going to attack me.
Fives: I was going to hug you!
Dogma: Why would you hug me?
Fives: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?
Fives: Guess what number I’m thinking of.
Jesse: 420?
Fives: No, that’s really immature of you. Someone else guess, and please take this seriously.
Hardcase: 69.
Fives: Yeah it was 69.
Hunter: How petty can you get?
Echo: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.
Tup: Fives, sir, I am questioning your sanity...
Dogma: I never questioned it, I knew his sanity was missing from the start.
Thorn: Your future self is talking shit about you right now.
Fox: Jokes on him. I'll ruin his fucking life.
Fox: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.
Kix: Hi, I'm Hardcase’s emergency contact.
Counter Guy: You're here to pick him up?
Kix: I'm here to remove myself as his emergency contact.
Cody, confused and exasperated: Waxer, how do you plan on telling a bear to go vegan?
Waxer: Politely.
Hardcase: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.
Kix, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.
Echo: You’ve got to learn to love yourself.
Omega: But don't you hate yourself?
Echo: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.
Hardcase: Hey droids! The boys are here!
Fives: “That’s a guy I wanna share a cold one with." Is what Bigfoot would say. About me.
Echo, about the Force: I'm bad at feeling. I wanna be swept up in this. I really wanna believe in something outside the norm of, you know, physics.
Rex: I've lived my life by one adage, and that's don't fuck with Sith!
Jesse, talking abour an insectoid creature from a holofilm: I’m just saying that if I were a bug I’d boink him.
Tup: If I were a bug I’d do a little bug dance.
Fives: My shoulders hurt from being so charismatic.
Jesse on Naboo leave: Why is the toilet paper scented here. It’s like rubbing my ass with some fckn lilies.
Hardcase: Would you notice if someone’s ears were a different color than their face?
Kix: You are literally the dumbest bitch I have ever met I love you so much.
Hound: Guys I did it again i took one of Grizzer’s pills
Fang: how the fuck
Wolffe: I don't trust pears they're sensual for no reason and then taste stupid.
Hound: I suddenly got really sad at the thought of eating my dog.
Boost: The leader never stops leading in true alpha fashion.
Sinker: please never say that again or I’ll call mutiny.
Jesse: Not to be political but idk what the fuck oatmeal is either man
Hardcase: *wears girl ring on one hand and boy ring on other hand* im so gendr
Bly: I am like one inconvenience away from deleting all my emotions and replacing them with disco.
Fox: Don’t date me unless you have a sexual preference for walls.
Echo: Me trying to fit my scomplink in the scomp-port of a computer is the equivalent of a man trying to finger a woman’s clitoris.
Tup: My head hurts. I think I'm dying.
Jesse: I have a cheesing appointment with your mom in half an hour.
Cody, threateningly: Your mouth is a fancy ballroom and I am a bitter man about to spike the party punch.
Echo: Here are two pictures. one of them is your room, and the other is the garbage dump.
Wrecker: *points at a picture* That one is the dump.
Echo: tHEY'RE BOTH YOUR ROOM!
Echo: It smells like henway in here.
Tech:
Echo: Tech.
Echo, forcefully: Doesn't it smell like henway in here?
Tech: *sigh*
Tech: What's a henway?
Echo: OH ABOUT TEN POUNDS!
Hunter: We are not mad. We are just disappointed.
Echo: No, we are mad.
Hunter: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide.
Echo: No, we’re not!
Hunter: I am not a mind reader, Echo!
Omega: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test!
Hunter: Ok, Omega, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918?
Omega: 1917.
Hunter: ...You're ready.
Obi-Wan @ Anakin: Why do you always have to insult the ghost of the place we're at?
Anakin: What’s up with Obi-wan? He’s been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?
Ahsoka: He’s just a little overwhelmed.
Anakin: Why?
Ahsoka: Commander Cody smiled at him.
Anakin: Is this a good idea?
Anakin: Probably not.
Anakin: Do I care?
Anakin: No.
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banannabethchase · 8 months
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Slut Like You
20: “Don’t pull my ponytail like a preschooler. If you want to fuck me, fuck me.”
Heads up for: degradation kink. Hehe. Oops.
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Adam turns around, pushed to his limit. He grabs Mox by the collar, pushes open the door to the EVP room, and practically throws him in. "Okay," he says, walking Mox backward until his back crashes into the wall. The picture next to Mox's head shakes. "Don’t pull my ponytail like a preschooler. If you want to fuck me, fuck me.”
Mox blinks, a little bewildered. "Oh, yeah?"
"You have been grabbing my ass and yanking my hair for weeks now," Adam says, sliding a leg between Mox's thighs. He's hard already. Of course he is. "Wrapped your fuckin' legs around my head at Blood and Guts, you fuckin' weirdo. So do you wanna fuck, or not?"
Mox lets out a strange little whine, then licks his lips. He grinds his dick against Adam's leg.
"Jesus," Adam laughs. "Desperate little slut, aren't you?"
Mox moans and nods. "Yeah," he says. "Fuck, yeah. Keep - doing that."
"Doing what?" Adam asks, reaching down to undo Mox's belt. He pushes his thigh up against Mox's dick. "That?"
"I - yeah, but no," Mox says. "The - the insult thing. Keep doing that."
Adam's a little confused, but to each their own. He leans in to press a kiss to Mox's lips, mostly teeth and vitriol, and wishes he'd seem this coming. He would have brushed his teeth.
Adam pulls back and shoves Mox's pants down his hips. He takes a second to process how this is gonna happen. Mox does it for him and turns around, planting his hands against the wall. "I - got stuff in my pocket."
"You just carry around lube and condoms?!" Adam asks, finding what was promised far too quickly.
"When I'm trying to goad a cowboy into fucking me, I do." Mox throws a grin over his shoulder.
"You really are desperate," Adam chuckles. Mox whines. "And you really do like the insults, don't you?" He slides a finger into Mox and it's so easy. Too easy. "Fuck, did you...?"
"Yeah," Mox pants. "Got myself nice and ready for that dick."
"Calling you a whore feels too honest," Adam muses, adding a second, then third finger like it's nothing. Mox is hot and tight and, fuck, Adam's head is spinning. If he had more blood in his head, he might consider this a bad idea. "God, so ready for me. All mine to use."
"C'mon," Mox says. "Fuck me already."
"So," Adam grunts, sliding his cock into Mox and, Christ alive, this is so much more than he'd planned on doing today, "fuck, so good and tight. A hole for me to use, right?"
"Yeah," Mox gasps, pushing back onto Adam's cock. "All yours, baby. Whenever you want to use me."
"Yeah, okay." Adam picks up the pace. He's well aware they don't have as much time as he'd like. He'd want to make Mox even more desperate, make him beg to come and call himself Adam's little slut, but he's got a match in an hour and Matt'll kill him if he walks in and sees Adam fucking Mox without an invite. "Yeah, I will. Take it, baby."
Adam lets all manner of filth run out of his mouth, fucking Mox hard enough the painting on the wall rattles and falls.
"Look at that," Adam says. "Look what you did. You better pick that up when we're done."
"I will," Mox gasps. "I - touch me?"
"I think a slut like you should get yourself off," Adam muses. He doesn't want to admit how close he is. "Touch yourself."
'Okay," Mox sighs. There's an unexpected smile on his lips, like he's gotten everything on his Christmas list.
Adam almost stops the laugh in the back of his throat at how fast Mox comes, but then realizes Mox might like it, so he does. Mox whines, pants. "Fuck. Fuck, you're - this is more than I expected."
"That a big dick joke?" Adam laughs in Mox's ear. He turns Mox's head to kiss him, because that tends to be one of his favorite parts of these things. Mox kisses back with an open mouth and teeth.
"Yeah," Mox laughs.
Adam leans back and, with a grip on Mox's hips, pushes in once more, coming so hard he thinks his sanity has fucked off into oblivion. He rests his forehead in between Mox's shoulder blades, coming down from a high he didn't even know he'd be on. He laughs a little. "Wasn't what I expected to do this afternoon," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Mox's skin."
"This is exactly who I expected to do this afternoon," Mox retorts.
"I said what."
"And I said who."
Mox grins. "You know," he says, hiking his pants up his hips. "You called me a slut a bunch, but I'm not the only one fucking someone on company hour." He leans in, lips by Adam's ear. "I think you're a slut like me."
Mox saunters out of the room like it's nothing, and Adam feels glued to the floor.
With how much he wants a round two, maybe he is a slut like Mox.
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crystalninjaphoenix · 5 months
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Many Roads Diverge in the Woods - Part Seven
A JSE Interactive Fanfic
The Beginning | Previous
The results are in.
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Your path has been altered. Strange how such a small choice can change so much. Guys, seriously, we're so close to ties all the time dhjfkaslh It's interesting how we started out with very decisive choices and now we're here.
The poll to decide what happens next is only open for one day, expiring on October 20th at 12:00pm PST. Part Eight will be up on October 22nd at the same time.
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“Bro... no way.” Chase shakes his head firmly. “We need to stick together, not separate the group. And we can’t drag Jackie down to the basement. Let’s go back to him and Marvin.”
JJ sighs. I suppose you’re right. I just... I have this feeling. Like we need to go after him.
“That’s fucking weird. I mean, there are probably reasons for it, but it’s a bad idea.” Chase puts his hand on JJ’s arm. “Come on. Let’s go back to the others.”
Alright, alright. JJ shakes his head, dismissing that feeling. Let’s go. He walks up a couple stairs, then stops again. But what do we do? Do we just close the door and leave Schneep down here?
“I-I mean... I guess?” Chase says. “We need to keep an eye on it. I don’t know if he could break it down like he did upstairs.”
Should we move our base of operations down here?
“I don’t know. Maybe we should get Marvin down here so we can talk about it. Why are we stopping to talk about this now? We’re getting out of the creepy dark basement!” Chase pushes JJ a little, making him stumble. “Go!”
They climb up the stairs, with JJ waiting for Chase at the top. One of us should go upstairs and get Marvin while the other stays here to keep an eye on—
“Where are you going?”
Chase stiffens. That voice—Schneep’s voice, but again, missing his German accent. He spins around, shining his flashlight down the stairs. The circle of light lands on Schneep, standing at the bottom with one hand behind his back. For the first time, Chase realizes how much blood covers his clothes. Is this really his friend? He looks so different. “JJ,” Chase says quietly. “Go.”
“Don’t go,” says Schneep. “Stay and play!” In one swift motion, he pulls his hand from behind his back and throws something at them.
Chase ducks instinctively, but JJ is looking the other way, preparing to run through the basement door. The thrown object hits the back of his head with a distinct THAK! sound. JJ stumbles forwards, then tries to recover and steps backwards again—
“JJ no!” Chase reaches out. But he’s too slow. JJ’s foot steps off the edge of the stair and he loses his balance. He only has time to let out a small squeak of surprise before he falls, tumbling down the staircase until he stops at the bottom, right at Schneep’s feet. “No!” Chase shouts.
Schneep grabs JJ by the arms and starts pulling him down the hall. Chase’s heart drops and he runs down the stairs, taking them two at a time. He jumps from the last one and lunges towards Schneep. But he drops JJ and dodges Chase’s grasp, running into the first door on the right—into the same room where he supposedly died. Chase runs after him, putting on a burst of speed and diving after Schneep. He collides with him. The two roll to the side, running into a pair of cardboard boxes that then tip over, spilling their contents over the floor.
Chase is dazed by the impact but Schneep recovers unnaturally fast. He grabs Chase by the throat, growling like an animal. And starts to squeeze. Chase flails. One hand pries at Schneep’s fingers while the other searches across the floor for anything that might help. Where? Where?! There! He feels something cool and heavy. Grabbing it, he swings it up towards Schneep’s head.
CLANG! The object hits Schneep in the side of the head. He falls, instantly unconscious, grip loose again. Chase pushes him off of him and sits up straight, gasping for air. He looks around the room. Light comes from his phone, which he dropped during the roll earlier. The whole room is filled with cardboard boxes. JJ is visible in the open doorway, lying on the floor but propping himself up with his arms. His eyes are wide, staring at Chase.
“I-I’m... fine,” Chase breathes. “I knocked him out. With... this.” He picks up the object from earlier: a crowbar. Then puts it back on the floor. “Wh-what about you?”
JJ shifts position, starting to stand up. Then he flinches and stops, sitting on the floor. My ankle hurts, he says. I must have twisted or broken it.
“Damn it.” Chase gets to his feet, picking up his phone. He stares down at Schneep. “What... what do we do with him?”
I’m not sure. JJ shakes his head. He’s clearly dangerous. And he won’t be out for long.
“...Hang on.” Chase crouches to the ground and pats Schneep’s pockets until he finds what he’s looking for. “Got it. The house keys. We can lock him in a room or something.”
This room? JJ asks.
“No, I don’t think it’s a good idea to lock him in the room with the power box,” Chase says, grabbing his phone and putting it in his pocket with the flashlight still on. “Let’s find somewhere else down here. How about across the hall?”
JJ nods in agreement. You check it out. I don’t know if I can stand up.
“Right. Hang tight there, I’ll just...” Chase hesitates, then picks up Schneep and stands up. “I’m not gonna leave him unattended.” He walks out into the hallway, sidestepping JJ, and goes over to the first door on the left. After a moment of fumbling, he manages to unlock it. He pushes the door open. The room beyond is pitch black. “Uh, JJ, can you... provide some light?”
JJ looks around the floor and spots his own phone—luckily not too far away. He starts to stand up, winces, then decides it’s better to crawl. He reaches over and grabs it, then moves to the other side of the hall and points his flashlight beam into the new room.
Chase steps into the room—and immediately stops, shocked by what he sees. The room is completely devoid of furniture, but its walls are plastered with different papers. The one directly across from them is filled with what look like newspaper articles, while to the left are photographs and maps, and to the right are papers ripped from books and handwritten notes. Everything is old: yellowed and fragile looking. The only empty spots on the walls are where things have fallen down.
“What the fuck...?” Chase breathes.
JJ looks a bit pale. We should probably find some other room.
“Hey, you wanted to check out the basement. You don’t want to look at... whatever the fuck this is?”
I do, but we need to find some place to put Schneep first.
“I... yeah, but... what the fuck? Th-this... is probably important. You don’t want to look at it now?”
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nailbatanddungeon · 8 months
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Eddie Munson x Time Travel Reader Part Six
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Summary: time is running out before you and Eddie going to die. Henry got Eddie and he facing his fear is his dad. Henry got you next, you trying escape his curse but there no way out.
Warning: blood, nightmares, death (almost?) (let me know if I’m missing something)
WC: 4K
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1 hour and 01 minute before you and Eddie going to die
After Eddie had talked to Alice and now they’re back in the living room listening to Henry playing piano while she colouring the paper. Everyone is really nervous about what is going to happen next. Alice still doesn’t know it was him, she still thinks the house is haunted but she notices that he is very weird, odd.
Eddie told you to right back as he went upstairs to upstairs for taking piss. He just about half stairs as he heard the door knocking got his eyebrows scrunch up together in confusion, was Victor expecting someone? He looks over the living room, you do not even move just staring at Henry while playing piano. Walk toward the door and turn the knob to open.
The door opens to reveal Allen Munson standing right in front of Eddie. His eyes went widely as scared, his breath shakily as fearfully and confusing. How did that happen, how did he get here in 1959?
Allen walked toward him with the evilest devilish grinning on his face.
“Hello son, miss me?”
Eddie's eyes are glossy and full of horror, he looks down to see Allen holding something in his hand, a knife. Eddie back at him, he wants to yell at you but his throat is tight and can’t speak, no voice out. Unexpectedly, Allen swung his knife right at Eddie's face but Eddie went duck and took off to the living room to find you but you’re nowhere to be found, either kids too. It's just him and Allen alone in this house.
Eyes on fire poker, run to it and grab it to protect himself from his abusive dad.
“You’re not suppose to be here” he fretted as shaking hands
Allen evil laughing “oh I am here.” As he tossed knife to next hand to catch it “I’m here to kill you after you sent me to fucking jail. Call yourself a fucking son” he growled
Eddie walked back up into the kitchen room as breathing shakily. How is it impossible that his dad is here with him? Think he’s dreaming or maybe on Henry curse. Yeah, the Henry curse. Now the million dollar question is how he get out of here?
Eddie, still holding fire poker pointing at Allen with his evil grinning and his eyes are full of black, it's pure evil but not evil like his “normal” dad. Eddie heard something beside him, sound chopping, like eating. He glanced at the teenage cheerleader eating the dead body, wait, wait a minute, Chrissy is eating Steve Harrington out!
Chrissy turns to look at him with gray eyes and bloody smiling “well hello, Eddie. How do I look?” As she stands up to give him a spin around to show off her bloody skirt.
Jesus fucking Christ he thinks as swing his arms to point at her. His fear is getting worse and worse, same as his anxiety, he’s hoping that you are doing something before it's too late. Eddie see Steve body moving, like he is alive as he sitting up then turn around to look at Eddie, giving him a smirk
“Hello Freak.” Steve smiles with bloody teeth, jumps off the kitchen counter and walks toward Eddie, Steve belly is open and sees his small intestine just about spill it out.
Eddie heart is racing like a fucking crazy, feel like it ready to explode, seeing all three people front of him, his nightmare, abused dad, Dead Chrissy and Bully Steve. They’re getting closer and closer, Eddie is trapped at the corner of the kitchen and he ducks down between Allen and Chrissy legs then runs off to the living room.
Everyone turns to look at him, laughing as Allen turns to look at Steve “ohhh I like that. Freak.” Allen turn to look at Eddie, “freak freak freak”
Chrissy and Steve join him “freak freak freak freak freak freak”
Eddie's heart is beating so fast, doesn’t know what to do now, his fears are standing right in front of him, almost his body feels so cold and freezing. But then… he can feel his cheeks are warm, he thinks your hands are on his cheeks. The portal is open from the living room and he can see himself with you holding his cheeks, your body is pink, bright glowing, feeling so warm and love.
Allen, Chrissy and Steve hissing and screaming by the bright glowing burning their skins to make burnt as red become almost black like burnt marshmallow. Eddie's body didn’t get burnt but why? Well he is not going to ask himself so he runs to the portal to escape.
Eddie loudly gasps as eyes go wide, seeing you standing right in front of him, your hands still on his cheeks, body is back normal, no more pink glowing. He’s back at the front door in Creel house.
“Oh shit! I’m so glad you’re back!” You cried, arms wrapped around his neck to squeeze it, you really thought you lost him since Henry got him.
“What the fuck is happened?” He whined as hug you back while looking around to make sure he’s back, no dad, no Chrissy and no Steve. He’s back in your arms to feel your warm body, still knowing that he’s safe with you.
“That little bastard got you. I have no idea how the fuck he can do that, I tried to wake him up but no luck and I also tried to burnt him but won’t work. So I tried to save you with my power.”
Hugs still hasn’t let go, he can feel his shoulder wet, you were crying and he moved his hand up on your back of head “I’m here, it's okay. ‘mhere, right here with you, babe. You save me, sweetheart” he said quietly as his nose buried your neck to the smell of coconut vanilla soap and rose perfume.
You need to do something with Henry, he done worst and you hate it, you cannot lose Eddie for his future. Family needs to be together again, without him it's all over again. You let go from his hug and find Henry, you turn around, he’s not there, not sitting in front of the piano, he’s gone! You ask Alice where is he and she has no idea, didn’t even notice that he was gone not even walk passed by her.
Eddie spoke “I need to go outside, smoke, I need to be alone for a bit. I understand you want to find him but please be careful or join me. I’m sure he’s not ready for us yet.”
You nodding your head, you decide that you want to find Henry first. Watch Eddie go to the backyard to smoke cig. You walk around the house to find Henry.
22 minutes and 11 seconds later…
You walk back door and find Eddie, he still sitting there and smoking. Can see his hands are shaking and knee bouncy as nervousness. Close your eyes as sigh out of your nose, knowing Henry did something bad happen to him, you must ask him. Grab the chair to move front of him, his eyes won’t meet yours only staring at the stupid gnome have a happy on the stupid fucking face.
“Find him?”
You shot up to look at him, nodding “yeah, he’s in his room.” You took a long pause, you do want to ask him for what Henry did to him, knowing it scary like the last curse you were on, almost lost control of your powers. You are scared of Henry doing to you again if you lose control of your power and possibly kill them this time.
“What did he do to you?”
Eddie is still not looking at you while holding a cig between his fingers, licking his lips, “he- I mean Allen was there. My dad.”
He explained about him and his dad, when Eddie was 5 years old when mom died, his father became a very different man. Allen was mean and a thief, he did hurt Eddie but only yelled or grabbed his forearm to push him away and sent him to the bedroom to make no sound. If he did, Allen would have hurt him. Eddie talked about after Allen said “you sent me to fucking jail” (he still can hear his voice in his head), it all happened when he was 10 after Allen showed him how to do hotwire car, he never want to be like his dad but will followed everything Allen do. Eddie messed up and the car went honk, honk. Dad was so mad at the young boy, the boy ran off to not let him follow him. The sweet old lady helped Eddie to not let Allen hurt him and she called the police and sent him to jail. He hasn’t seen his dad ever since.
You already know about Chrissy, his crush so he doesn’t have to explain that. Now the Bully Steve, he’s the one who gave Eddie the name “Freak”, it happened when Steve started to become a bully in his first year. Eddie knows that Steve never wants that because Eddie can see in his eyes but keeps seeing that Tommy focused Steve to hurt someone. Eddie doesn’t mind if Steve hurts him, Eddie just wants to be close to him, smell him, feel him. You may knew he like Steve and maybe it's time to tell him
“You know-“ Eddie glanced at you “-Steve really likes you. Well, more like love you.”
His soft eyes went wide in surprise, Steve likes Eddie? How? When?
You chuckled, “Yeah, since he talked so much, he never shut up about you. Uncle Steve told me that he was supposed to kiss you after defected from Vecna but” you pause “he never got that, only to watch you dying in Dustin's arms.” You look down, picking nail polish off your nails.
He doesn’t understand about Steve, when did he become gay or maybe something else. Eddie always thought he was straight ‘cause he flirted with almost every ladies at School, Scoops Ahoy or Family Videos. So he ask
You smile, “he’s bisexual. He didn’t know that until Robin came into his life, the first time that he finally figured it out while at Family Video after they talked. And um,” you pause “he did feel bad after he did horrible to you while at school or outside of school, he did wish to go back and fix it.” You stand up and sit in his lab, his hand moving to hold on your hip and look at you. You tuck his hair behind his ear “Eds, he loves you so much, he was so broke and hasn’t been in a relationship since Hawkins. Every time when he with other people, Steve just can’t stop thinking of you”
Eddie can feel in his heart that he does like him too, beautiful hazel eyes, cute moles and the hair but doesn’t know much about him. He doesn’t want Steve, he only wants you because he’s already in love with you and wants to be with you forever.
Suddenly you both hear a little girl scream as both of you jump off the chair and run off to find Alice, knowing she’s in trouble. You ran to the living room and she was not there, Eddie was looking for her in the kitchen, not even there. They hear again, it came from her bedroom. Eddie follow you to run upstairs and you swing the door open
Her room is full of black spiders, crawling all over her body, she tries to rub them off her body. Eddie and your eyes went widely as terrifying. You know what you had to do, optic pink blast out of your eyes and kill every spider in her room, yeah kinda burnt the walls and floor.
Eddie was so surprised that you can do that and doesn’t know you have other powers. Think it's the most metal ever.
Spiders have gone spreading out of the room and went inside the vent. You ran to Alice to get spiders off of her body, she was screaming and sobbing, you keep trying to get them off, there's so many of them and Eddie is going to help her. You both keep pushing spiders off of her
Finally got every single spider off of her. Alice is sobbing, you grab her into your hug to let her know it's okay, it's all off, no more spiders on her. You look at Eddie with a worried face, knowing it times to find him before he kills you both
He felt it like a stab to his stomach. It could be worse. He swallowed against the torrential downpour of pain, blinking his eyes rapidly. He felt sick, suddenly. Like he might just throw up. It’s time to find him
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24 minutes and 04 seconds before death
You and Eddie are looking everywhere in the house to find Henry, it's impossible to find him. He’s not even in his room, kitchen, living room or even basement, nothing. You just keep running round and round, Eddie is doing same thing and he can feel his heart is racing like fucking crazy ‘cause he knew that we have running out of time
“Where the fuck is little shit?” Eddie muttered as swing opened the bathroom door, Henry not here. “Fuck” as he slam the door.
You swing back door open to find him, you walking around it and not even here “damn it”
You and Eddie walk toward each other
“Where the hell is he? We’re running out of time!” You snarled, your forehead started sweating for nervousness. You knew you saw that coming that Henry is hiding from you or Eddie, Henry possibly saw that coming too but maybe he was just too smart.
You look at your watch with a timer 24 minutes and 04 seconds “Shit, where is he?!” Looking around and notice that Alice is not anywhere to be found. “What the hell?” Think it might happen to her, what if she hurt or worse what if Henry hurt her? Another notice that Eddie is gone too! You started feeling anxious.
Keep running around the house and turning the knob to open and your eyes went wide as you see your mom standing right in front of you. How is it impossible that she’s here?! Oh no, no, it can’t be, you can’t be on curse again. Wait a minute, you look at the watch again and it's 24 minutes and 04 seconds again. Nooo, Henry got you again.
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24 minutes and 04 seconds 08 minutes and 09 seconds before death
Eddie keeps smacking your face to wake you up, “Come on, wake up, Ariel!! Wake up now!!” He bristled
"I can't find him!" Alice shouted as running down the stairs and found you standing in the living room while Eddie smacking your cheeks
"Keep looking!!" He howled, eyes never off of you, your eyes still rolled back with blue eyes as flipping eyelids. No way he can't lose you again, trying to think how to bring you back. Wake Henry may not work this time like you said that you tried to wake him up but didn't work plus Henry is missing, nowhere to be found. And how Eddie is going to bring you back in his time?! He felt your cheeks getting hot, knowing that you are in trouble, shit and he is in trouble too.
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"No, no, please" you stepping back up, she should be here, not here with you, she was suppose to be not here
“Oh yes I’m here, honey. I miss you. Come home” Eleven has a worried face but the tone sounds hurst, like mad but evil.
Your eyes bounced left and right as Dr. Owens and the security guard showed up. You know this and you don’t want to go back to the lab, not after what happened. You can feel your chest getting tighter and having a hard time breathing. Not again, you don’t want to be explode again
Losing your balance as fell down the ground, hyperventilation, chest feel squeezing and shit your eyes tightly. You want them to be gone, please be gone and be this is a dream, nightmare even better.
Eleven keeps talking about how bad a daughter you were, never loved you, all your fault that father left her and you and no one loves you. Dr. Owens keeps talking about how you killed the kids and lab people, saying that it’s your fault for not controlling your powers. Both yelling and yelling voices become cold, distant, more scarier and definitely not their voices.
Hands cover your ears, face down to the floor and try not to listen to their voices but it’s getting louder and louder. Your body starts shaking and pink glowing, you can feel it, your powers are ready to explode again, same happened at the lab.
Hyperventilation, hands tighter, eyes shut very hard. Trying to control your goddamn powers but it was too late as scream, optic pink blast out of your eyes, body full of pink glowing
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Eddie's eyes go wide as see your body become glowing as he pulls back up, he can feel your body hot. Like a fucking lava hot! Now he's a dome. How is he going to save you while your body is on fire? He has to try to think how he saved you, trying to think back.
Your first curse. He only did when he woke Henry up by the loud pots bangs together. Nothing helps. Eddie uncursed you, you woke him up with your power but it was different because he felt your hands were warm almost like love warm
That's it
Love
You love him. That's how he woke up by your love not your power. You only thought power was helped but it wasn’t. All along was LOVE. And maybe he thinks you knew that he loved you too after he saved you like you said. Guess he have going to try
Now how is he going to touch you? Wait, Eddie remembered when he was cursed that Allen, Chrissy and Steve were burnt by your power and didn’t even burn Eddie. Love can’t hurt.
He takes deep breaths in and out, he wants to save you so badly and loves you so much, he does want to tell you that he loves you. He is ready to tell you. He on move to you, can feel the hot steam from your body as he pull back, fuck how he going to do that? He thinks that you need more love.
Shaking his hands trying to relax and think back, the best two weeks in his life. Hear your beautiful laugh, smiling and sparkling eyes, full of love. He’s on the move again, hand reaching out to your shoulder and doesn’t feel burn but hot. It’s working. Arms wrap around you, his lips touch your ear and whisper
“Listen to me, if you can hear me. You can do this. Fight him. Be strong. You are not weak, he is. You are power, powerful then him, love is powerful. Fight back. I love you, you can do this. God.. I love you so much. Fight. Him. Back.”
He can feel your body starting warmer, it’s cooling down. That means it is working! He keeps whispering to your ear to tell you that he keeps loving you and you are stronger than Henry, one thing what he doesn’t have is love, love makes you strong.
Body temperature starts cooling down and your eyes are back to normal again as gasps. You see Eddie standing in front of you, you can see something in his eyes, they’re full of love and happier to see you.
You smiles, “I love you too”
Eddie grins, a dimpled grin spreading over his features and warming you from the inside out. Push himself to kiss you, a little rough. Feeling so love, warm and safe.
You pull back with worries face, look at your watch and it’s 3 mins and 33 seconds
“Shit! Where’s Henry?!”
Girl voice didn’t let Eddie answer
“I think he’s in the attic!” As Alice running down the stairs
Both glance at her, “what makes you think?” You asked
“Door is locked. He always locked every-time when he’s in attic”
You look at Eddie with a worried face. Watch his adam's apple bobbing as nervous. You and Eddie are on the run to the upstairs and Eddie reaches the knob to try open the door but it’s locked. You told him to stay back as he was told and an optic pink blast at knob to explode. He pull door open
You look up the top of stairs, you both can see or orange flashing, it’s a fire from the candles, Henry’s working on the curse.
Both walk slowly each step of the stairs, not to make any noise but crack, both stop. Listening. No sound. On move again then you peek out to scan around and you found Henry, sitting in the middle of the room.
Turn to look at Eddie, you mouth him with no voice “you stay here”. See him nod, grab your hand and kiss your knuckle, he mouths you “I love you.” You smile, hand on his cheek to kiss his beautiful lips. Pull back and you mouth back “I love you too”
Both let go and you took off as slowly walking, imagining that you’re tapping the toe like a cartoon with making noise •ding•ding•ding•. Your breathing slowly as calmly and just about ready to use an optic blast to hit him.
You inhale and exhale, your optic pink blast out of your eyes at Henry but as he turns around to stop you, you can't seem to cause any damage. Due to his telekinetic abilities hes too strong but you keep trying hoping to weaken him.
Both nose bleeding start dripping out, you can feel that you’re getting weaker. Henry doesn’t seem weak himself, he probably got stronger by the curse.
You’re struggling to stand up straight. Eddie can’t handle watching this, he is ready to run to him and knock Henry out of cold. Eddie on move to run with a pot to hit his head but Henry got him as he drop the pot, lift Eddie up in the air and make him not to breath
You stop using the power, eyes wide as you watch Eddie in pain, you want to save him so badly, family needs him and you need him! You yelled stop
Henry didn’t listen at this time as he lift you up too and choking you
“Mm, so sad. You are weak. I knew you have special powers, I can felt it since you entered my house. I’m going to take them after you’ll die” He evil smirk
Henry turn to look at Eddie, “I want you to watch this”
Eddie eyes on you, still choking but not tight, he is still up in the air to watch you while Henry’s choking you. You can feel your throat squeezing tighter and tighter to make you not even breath. You lift your arm up, try to reach Eddie's hand to feel his touch ones more but he’s so far away.
5 seconds before you and Eddie death
Eddie want to help you so much, he can’t lose you and he was suppose to tell you that he want to spent future with you
4…
Your brain has gone fuzzy, blurry, can’t remember what you were supposed to do.
3…
Tears fell down his cheeks, he want to close his eyes not to watch this but he just can’t
2…
You shut your eyes close, drop your arm down and took last breath
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To be continued…
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Shit fuck…
I literally can’t stop thinking about subby guys… I know I kinda talked about it in my subs post that blew up, but… ahh it’s clouding my mind! > <
And for demonstration… I’ll pick…. Ennie meenie minie-
Y O U *grabs shuichi*
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To start this off, this guy has like NO experience with relationships, let alone sex. His head spins with anxiety and worry at just the touch of your hand reaching for his, fizzling out into a puddle on the ground as you pull him into a hug. He just is so sensitive to everything you do, so even just the through of you doing anything scandalous with him is almost too much for him to think about.
For example, on one night were he came home late from his therapy appointment he accidentally scheduled at the wrong time, he found the house empty.
“Hello? Where are you? Are you home, sweetie?”
His ears perked as he heard a faint noise coming from the laundry room. Just as he turned the counter to check to see if it was you, the door suddenly opened.
“Oh, hey Shuichi! You’re back pretty late.
He felt his heart beat so fast, it was one long, loud noise the jointed his whole body still. His eyes turned to small dots as he looked down at you in just your bra and panties.
“GAAAAHHHHH!!!”
His body tried to step back, but he ended up tripping over himself and landing on his butt. He was quick to cover his eyes with his hands, but the damage was already done.
“Hehehe, sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just doing the laundry, do you want me to clean the clothes you are wearing right now?”
His heart was beating out of his chest. Did he really just see you like the way he thinks he just did?! And did… did you really just ask him to s-st-st-strip?!?!?!!? The image of you was burned into his vision, still there even when he closed his eyes. His whole body was feeling more and more hot, the aching of his dick becoming more and more notice or to the poor boy. And he was feeling the fuck out. He jumped up and bowed down dramatically.
“I-I-I-I so-so sorry!! I didn’t m-mean to see you i-in such a… perverted way. I-I’ll leave you be.”
He quickly ran back to his room, a confused expression on your face, tilting your head to the side. What was he going on about?
.
…..
As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, he sank onto the floor, leaning against it for support. He never in his life thought that he was going to see you… pretty much all of you. Your relationship was pure and fluffy, without even a hint of sexual tension, yet here he was, on the ground, drowning in his sudden newfound lust.
He looked down at his erection with scared eyes. He didn’t want to think of you in that way, it wouldn’t be fair! It wouldn’t be right! B-but… the feeling of rubbing his legs together… he let out a needy groan. He couldn’t help his wondering hands as they traveled up his legs, past his inner thighs, hovering over the bulge in his pants. Just as he was about to touch himself, he whines, looking away, dedicated at himself. Was he really thinking of doing this? You were literally a few rooms away from him. What if you wanted in on him jerking off to the thought of you. All disheveled and vulnerable… he wouldn’t be able to even look himself in the mirror if that happened.
He struggled to his feet and peeked out of his room. Since masterbating wasn’t an option, maybe a cold shower could clear his mind. He pushed his shirt down over his bulge with his clammy hands, hoping and praying you were still busy doing the laundry.
And this happened just from the brief sight of you. Imagine how he would react if it was something a little more… risqué.
To continue, after that night, you felt the sexual tension growing more and more between you both. When you would do something sudden like hug him from behind or wear a see-through shirt he would find a reason to go to his room. It made you very suspicious he wasn’t telling you something. And to be honest, if he just said he was turned on, you would probably just help him out. So why was he being so secretive? Maybe you just had to… push him over the edge to finally get him to cave.~
And the time finally came! You and him were standing some time together watching a movie while a storm was battering the windows. You both had wanted to do something more outdoorsy that day, but what could you do? You snugged your head against his shoulder, laying against him. Suddenly, your previous thoughts came back to you. Now was the perfect time to make a move!
“Hehehehe~”
“Hm? What are you giggling about?”
Wouldn’t giving him a solid answer, you feinted playfulness as you gently pushed he over, causing him to land on his back. You crawled onto of him, grinning down at him. And just as you expected, his face broke out into a fierce blush, his eyes darting around your face and body in panic.
“W-w-wh-what are you d-doing?! W-why did you push me-“
He gasped, eyes snapping to the ceiling as your chest pressed against his chin. They abruptly closed shut as he felt your low, hot voice on his ear.
“Why do you always run away from me, hm?”
“I… I-I don’t k-kno- hmph! Hah… What you mean…”
You tutted at him, cussing him to let out a small meek whine, struggling under you. He could already feel his boner growing and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, even if he felt pretty uncomfortable right now. He desperately wanted to go back to his room.
“Please… c-can I go-“
“To your room? Again? Come on, please tell me why. Can’t you just…. Stay here?”
His breathing was getting rougher and rougher, his mind desperate to think of a way to get out. You had him completely trapped. And his mind was getting foggier the longer he stayed like this.
“Hmm… I think I know why you are acting so shy around me… “
Your hand trailed down his side, causing him to flinch. He was pretty ticklish. But his eyes grew wide as he felt your fingers against his dick, causing it to twitch, pleasure exploding through his veins at just the smallest touch of your fingertips.
He grabbed the couch’s soft material for dear life, struggling to suppress the string of whines that spilled from his mouth.
Aha, just as you thought. This poor was getting so flustered by you that he was grow boners just from the smallest things, thats why he always asked to go to his room so much.
“Heheheh…. I knew it. Poor baby boy… your so hard, aren’t you? Why couldn’t you had just asked me for some help, hm?”
Your words were like butter in his ears, he couldn’t find a single thing to say besides just looking away and whining. And it was true. He was very, very hard just from you pinning him down.
“Is it okay if I give you some help now? Would you like that, baby?”
His voice quivered as he let out a soft cry, nodding in response. You smirked against his ear.
“Good boy~”
All of this was happening so fast, your sultry voice win his ear, the gentle strokes of your fingers against the underside of his dick, your breasts against his face, he felt himself begins torn apart. This was way, waaaaayy better then anything he could ever imagine, even if he didn’t want to and tried everything he could do he didn’t have to. But fuck, the feeling was addictive. It was as if his body’s as being possessed as his hips jumped up, grinding desperately against you fingers.
“Ahhh, hahhh~ p-please…”
“Awww, poor baby~ I’m barely even touching you and your already ready to come, it’s so adorable~”
His eyes widened. How did you know he was about to cum? Was it that obvious?! You chuckled, reading his expression like a book.
“Wondering how I can tell? We’ll it’s obvious. Your body is just so sensitive and responsive, I barely have to do much and your body is already begging for more~”
His back arched as you gripped his dick through his shorts, pumping it up and down.
“Ahhh!~ s-s-slow down, I-I’m going-Agh! Going to-“
His back arched off of the couch, his body trembling from the burning feeling. It was getting closer and closer and he didn’t know if he wanted to pull away or rut desperately against you. His anxiety-filled brain chose the first option, his hips moving side to side, trying to escape the firm squeeze of your hand.
“N-no, I can’t I- Ahhh! P-p-please I-“
“Shhhh~ come on baby, you can do it. Go ahead, cum for me.”
He let out a much louder whine as he couldn’t help his hips rutting against you anymore. It felt so good, finally begging able to be touched by you. It felt so so much better then he could have ever made hismelf feel~
But.
“Hehehe!~ Awww, are you sad I stopped? You want me to keep going? Well too bad. Maybe you should have asked me you wanted this in the beginning.”
You jumped up from the couch and began to walk away, leaving a very flustered and very, very turned on Shuichi dazed and confused. Finally, his brain snapped back into reality, to the reality of his twitching erection that he knew he couldn’t just fix with a stupid cold shower.
He sprang up and rushed over to you, gripping your hips with his hands, rubbing his dick against your ass.
“Mphhg~ please… I’m so sorry… please just- ahh! Please, h-help me… I need you s-so, so bad.”
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