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[gotstabbedbyapen]

What are your top ten Greek Mythology headcanons?

Ooooh I have a lot of Greek mythology headcanons, so it took me a while to select the top ten 😅 But I've finally done it!

Here is the final list:

10. There is an Eurotas River "tradition" for all the couples in the Spartan royal family.

I like to think it's "tradition" for all members of the Spartan royal family to find the love of their lives at the Eurotas River (Lacedaemon & Sparta, Amyclas & Diomede, Hyacinthus & Apollo, Helen & Menelaus, etc.)

The idea came to me because of the role and presence of this river in Apollo and Hyacinthus' myth (Ovid's version) and Menelaus and Helen's story (Euripides' play). HyaPollo had frequent river dates and MeLen swore fidelity with one another by the same river, so it's fun to think that the other Spartan couples also meet and spend their time together here.

9. Persephone is everyone's childhood friend.

This is also true in the mythos! Persephone grew up with Athena and Artemis in Sicily, her domains overlapped with her other siblings, the Homeric hymn to Demeter has a list of her nymph friends, and every once in a while someone is said to be Persephone's playmate.

She's a true social butterfly lol

8. The second generation Olympians also share traits with their grandparents.

I love to think that the younger Olympians inherit something from their Titan grandparents, you know? Here are some of the ideas:

Ares is loving and protective over his children like Rhea.

Persephone is intimidating and wield her scythe like Kronos.

Hermes is crafty and cunning like his great-grandfather Iapetus.

Apollo has Coeus' deep, intelligent gaze and Artemis has Phoebe's radiant smile.

Athena is unconsciously attracted to the ocean, the kingdom of Oceanus and Tethys.

7. All of Zeus' children, mortal or immortal, inherit his fury.

They can be calm like Apollo or have anger issues like Heracles, but once a child of Zeus get really pissed off, their act of wrath can be as destructive as their father's.

This explains why Artemis shot down Coronis and her family and Persephone inflicted a plague on Thebes.

6. The second generation Olympians (plus Persephone and Aphrodite) love each other in their own ways.

I really dislike depictions of Olympian siblings always at each other's throat. Yes, their history is complicated and dynamics aren't perfect but that doesn't mean they only have bad tension! Where is the nuance in their relationship???

Artemis and Apollo have seen the worst of one another and ridiculed each other for that. But if someone were to talk crap about their twin, it's on sight.

Ares is torn between following his mother and accepting his illegitimate siblings. He had persecuted the twins before they were born but later joined them in the Trojan war.

Athena might be distant from others at times due to her personality and domains, but there are moments she enjoyed dancing and playing music with her siblings.

And Persephone's case is the worse. She might not be an Olympian and stays in Underworld for half a year, but she had never expressed hatred for her non-chthonic family. Let Persephone have good relationship with her upper world family, too!!!

5. Hyacinthus has purple eyes.

Or, in elaborative words, the eyes ever so gentle like flower petals drifting on a calm lake in early spring, hand-painted by the finest of brushes with a meticulous shade of softly vibrant purple that could not be easily sought out in the tapestry of nature.

Sorry for the sudden poetic wax XDDD

Basically, I want Hyacinthus to have pretty purple eyes as one of his signature traits. It makes him stand out from the crowd due to the "divinity" it brings to him (because of the forth headcanon)

4. Hyacinthus' mother is Clio, the Muse of History.

The second-popular parentage of Hyacinthus in the myths, but I have lots of ideas and interpretations with this mother and son relationship:

- The son of the history Muse dating the god of prophecy. Past and future intertwine!

- Their domain and attribute! We study history to learn from the past mistakes and avoid repeating them. The hyacinth flower represents forgiveness, and I like to think it includes self-forgiveness as well. So Clio being Hyacinthus' mother can symbolize accepting and learning from your mistakes to forgive yourself.

- Family angst! Clio knows every way something can go wrong and result in her son's tragic end. So throughout Hyacinthus' life, she will do her best to prevent all possible demises that can happen to him, only to still end up losing him.

- It will give Aphrodite another reason to aid Hyacinthus' resurrection. Since Aphrodite is the one cursing Clio to fall in love with a mortal man and have Hyacinthus, she might feel guilty later when Clio was grieving her son, so she decided to help the mother and son reunite as repentance.

3. Polyboea becomes a huntress of Artemis.

We actually don't have any clear indication that Polyboea became a huntress of Artemis in the myths, but hey, it's not a bad headcanon! Polyboea died a maiden, and Artemis was fond of her enough to help bring her back from death. So it wouldn't be a stretch of the goddess recruit her into the hunter pack.

I have a lot of ideas for a Polyboea-centric fic after she became a virgin huntress, just her journey in perfecting the art of archery, making friends with the other huntresses, and learning to be her own person than just "the youngest princess of Sparta".

2. Apollo and Hyacinthus raise children together.

This heacanon definitely didn't come to me after reading a certain fanfic series hehehe...

The title said all, I like to thing after Hyacinthus' deification, he and Apollo are happily "married" and raise a bunch of kids together, adopted or from another lover (and they may or may not have a child together). Those kids will have the best childhood!

1. Hyacinthus and Polyboea undergo many trials in the Underworld before being granted resurrection and immortality.

As much as I love Hyacinthus and want him to have a happy ending with his loved ones, he's a potential package for physiological and psychological torture :)

There isn't much that we know of about Hyacinthus' resurrection in the myths other than him and his sister, Polyboea, being taken to the Heavens by a parade of deities. But I don't think the Underworld will allow two of their residents to go easily, so Hades and Persephone must have given Hyacinthus and Polyboea a trial like they did to Orpheus and Eurydice, but it will be 1000x worse because love me some blood-choking angst :D

For what the Underworld trials are and how Hyacinthus and Polyboea overcome them, they are will remain for now as ideas and concepts in the making for my Hyapollo fanfic

[drewswife]

Rafe helps you break into your pointe shoes

The satin ribbons felt cool against my skin as I tied them around my ankles, the brand-new pointe shoes gleaming under the soft light of my bedroom lamp. They were a dream, a culmination of years of practice, and now, finally, they were mine. But they were also stiff, unforgiving. Breaking them in was a necessary evil, a painful ritual every ballerina endured.

I rose onto the box, the delicate platform at the very tip of the shoe and wobbled precariously. A sharp twinge shot through my toes, a reminder of the hours ahead. I sighed, adjusting my weight, trying to find that elusive balance. Suddenly, a knock echoed on my door. "Hey, you alright in there?" Rafe's voice, muffled by the wood, was laced with concern.

"Yeah, just breaking in my new pointe shoes," I called back, a hint of a wince creeping into my voice. The door creaked open, and Rafe poked his head in, his eyes widening as they landed on my feet. He'd seen me dance before, and knew the dedication it took, but he'd never witnessed the grueling process of breaking in new shoes.

"Wow," he breathed, stepping fully into the room. "Those look… painful." "They are," I admitted, lowering my foot gingerly. "Want to try?"

Rafe's eyebrows shot up. "Me? In pointe shoes?" He looked down at his own size twelve sneakers, a stark contrast to the delicate slippers. "Just for a minute," I coaxed, a mischievous glint in my eye. "It'll be funny."

He hesitated, a grin spreading across his face. "Alright, but if I break an ankle, you're carrying me to the hospital." I laughed, pulling a pair of thick socks from my dance bag. "Deal."

He struggled to squeeze his feet into the tiny shoes, his face contorting with the effort. Finally, with a triumphant grunt, he was in. He wobbled precariously, arms outstretched for balance.

"Whoa," he gasped, his voice a mix of amusement and pain. "How do you even walk in these things?" "Years of practice," I replied, suppressing a giggle.

He took a tentative step, then another, his face a mask of concentration. He looked like a baby giraffe taking its first steps, all long limbs and awkwardness. Suddenly, he lost his balance, flailing his arms wildly.

"Woah!" he yelled, grabbing onto my dresser for support. I couldn't help it I burst out laughing. He looked so ridiculous, so completely out of his element. Rafe, despite his precarious position, grinned back. "Okay, I get it now. These things are torture devices."

He took another step, then another, gaining a little confidence. He even tried a clumsy pirouette, nearly crashing into my bookshelf. We were both laughing so hard, tears streamed down our faces.

"You look like a baby swan trying to learn to fly," I choked out between giggles. He stuck his tongue out at me, then tried another pirouette, this time managing a wobbly turn. He was surprisingly light on his feet, despite his size.

"I think I'm getting the hang of this," he declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He started to dance, a ridiculous, improvised ballet, complete with exaggerated leaps and dramatic arm gestures. He was a natural clown, making me laugh until my sides ached. He even tried to do a grand jeté, landing with a thud on my bed.

"Okay, okay, I think that's enough," I gasped, wiping tears. "You're going to break something." He grinned, finally kicking off the pointe shoes with a sigh of relief.

"Man, those things are brutal. I have a newfound respect for you, ballerina."

tags, @spencerreid66

[seishihoe]

a world on FIRE. ryusei shidou x fem!reader - minors DNI

back from the dead to present a belated birthday gift for my one true love @rinhaler mwah. i hope you love it as much as ryu loves you :3 i'm so grateful you're in my life pookie <3 word count: 4.7k tags: enemies to lovers, ex-bully!ryu, mentions of bullying, pet names (princess, baby, good girl & boy!!!), praise, degradation (if there aint both i don’t want it), a couple spanks, unprotected sex, oral sex (f!receiving), doggy, mentions of anal, unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, size kink ig?, not proof read and rushed

“Are you seriously signing up to that?” your roomie’s voice scoffs from behind you as you continue signing your name on the form.

“Why are you being so negative?! We’ve got to pick some extra credit classes and look, it’s an art class - it would be my major if my parents weren’t… well my parents.” It’s the closest opportunity you’ve had to your real dreams since coming to college - forced into a “real” college degree like Law instead of what you really wanted to do with your life. Now you had an opportunity right in front of you to actually enjoy learning - no one was stopping you from this.

“Don’t you have enough on your plate?” she sighs, twirling an unlit cigarette between her fingers as she waits impatiently.

“It’s just one extra credit class - it even says beginners, it’ll be a piece of cake for someone like me!”

You dot the i’s of your name with signature hearts and it’s done. You place the pen back against the clipboard and lean back with a satisfied smile as your roommate continues to shake her head. 

“Don’t burn yourself out girl that’s all I’m saying!” she laughs, giving you a nudge. “You study too much already, you’re not making enough time for what we actually came to college for!”

Your face screws up at her, “And… what would that be?”

“Boys, duh!” she laughs, linking arms with you as you start to walk back to the dorms. “When’s the last time you went to a party? Or one of the frat houses? They’re wild. Especially the guys on all the sports teams…” she bites her lip, clearly reminiscing about a particular encounter.

“Not having this conversation, you slut,” you sigh, “Speaking of… what’s your body count at these days?” you smirk at her. 

“You’re so fucking rude!” she hits you lightly but laughs. “Well, have fun with your finger paints.”

“Mhmm… I shall.”

—-

You arrive at class embarrassingly early, too excited to wander around campus or use the spare time for studies. You sit down at one of the easels near the back and start to unpack your brand new art supplies you bought just for the occasion - pretty paint brushes, fresh tubes of oil paint and even your own cute apron to wear. You set it all out and wait nervously for everyone else to arrive. Your legs jitter in excitement as the class begins to fill up, checking the time on your phone every so often. Soon enough, the teacher arrives and begins to explain the modules and expectations for the semester.

“There will only be one graded unit and - ugh” he sighs loudly as the door opens, turning his head towards it. “First day of class and this is the time you arrive? Not the best impression for an extra credit class.”

“Yeah, yeah… I’m here aint I?”

Your stomach drops at the familiar voice, it’s one you couldn’t forget if you tried, and you timidly look up to confirm your worst fears. Your tormentor, your bully, Ryusei Shidou.

His eyes practically shine up as he spots you, a slow grin appearing on his face. His tongue licks across his bottom lip and he stuffs his hands into his pockets, making his way to the back of the class - to you. He dumps his backpack on the floor unceremoniously, sitting down on the stool in front of the canvas with a soft grunt. You can feel him looking at you, out of the corner of your eye but you refuse to give him any satisfaction. You try to focus on the teacher again as he restarts the class but the blond, menacing figure leans in ever closer. He’s finally close enough that you can no longer ignore him, his imposing large figure not willing to give up. You hear your name in greeting lowly and it sends a shiver up your spine, forcing you to finally acknowledge him. 

“I saw those dumb hearts on the sign-up sheet and I knew it was you,” he almost sneers, mouth creeping into a smirk. 

“So what, Ryusei? You had to sign-up too and ruin college for me like you did high school?”

“Hey… I like art too, don’t you remember?”

“You like being an asshole, that’s all I remember,” you roll your eyes and continue to try and concentrate on your piece. “Your hair still looks… stupid.”

He chuckles at that, shaking his head slightly as he starts to unpack his stuff. “You always loved my hair, baby.” You scowl little, cheeks reddening at the pet name. You open your mouth to speak again but he stops you, tutting and wiggling his index finger at you. “Uh-uh… teacher’s talkin’, pay attention, baby.” The way he looks at you, it almost makes you feel sick. It’s like he’s taunting you already and he only just sat down. Your mouth snaps shut and you clear your throat, looking to the front of the class yet again and internally hating yourself for obeying him. 

Even when he’s not talking to you, you can feel his presence. Catching those magenta eyes, sizing you up at every chance he has, reminding you of every horrible, painful year of high school.

High school was fine to begin with - you weren’t bullied but you weren’t popular either. You had the people that mattered in your life and the bothersome ones left you alone for the most part. Until he showed up one day. An unruly blond haired demon who’s only desires were to lead the school soccer team and make your life a living hell. It was trivial and basic to start with - tripping you up in the hallway, confiscating your homework or raiding your locker.

Then one day, it got a lot worse.

“What’s this, huh?” he eyes you curiously as you stare at the journal in his hand like it’s a bomb about to explode, shaking your head desperately. You watch from your knees on the hallway floor as he does another classic Shidou locker inspection, one of his more humiliating hobbies. At least you hadn’t brought any tampons that day. You struggle underneath him as he examines it a little more closely, a finger twiddling with the pink lock protecting your deepest, darkest inner teenage thoughts. “Aw… it’s locked…” he gives you a faux pout before his large hands seize the book apart by its covers and rip it open from the spine. You’re powerless as you watch it happen - a few stray pages broken from the binding scatter to the hallway floor… your secrets exposed to the world. You hear gasps and a few shocked laughs from the other students and beg yourself not to cry. 

His hand presses on your head to remain in position as he flicks through it quickly, stopping your desperate, useless attempts of seizing it back from him. He somehow finds the most delicate and embarrassing entries in record time, reading them aloud for everyone to hear as you beg and pray and will for the ground to just swallow you up. 

“... and as obnoxious as he is, maybe I can’t help but find Shidou a little hot,” he reads in a mock-version of your voice before stopping, almost like he realises what the words mean. He looks from you to the diary again as he takes it in before throwing his head back in a horrid, condescending laugh. “You -? Aw, you dork, you have a crush on me!”

Tears build in your eyes as you shake your head furiously. “Ryu… please stop…”

You inhale deeply as you force the memory out of your mind, not willing to relive the rest. You turn to look at him, pausing and rolling your eyes as he confidently paints, tongue stuck out in concentration. “You made my life fucking hell… and you walk in here like we’re friends?”

“Come on… it was just a little teasing…”

You grip your paintbrush hard in your hand at that, shaking slightly. “A little… teasing?!”

“Just liked to wind ya up… it was fun. Remember the day you confessed your love for me?”

Your mouth drops open, “I, my, what?!” you blurt out in shock. “You read my diary against my will and then jammed my skirt in the locker and left me there! Are you delusional or just really dense?” you flick your hair over your shoulder and continue to paint. 

He rolls his eyes, making you fizz even more. “You’ve always been so dramatic��� you were such a princess… guess ya still are.” 

“Please just leave me alone,” you hiss under your breath, “You ruined high school for me, don’t ruin college for me too! Go away!”

He blinks a few times, his expression unreadable. He finally turns back to his canvas and shrugs. “I just wanna paint, relax.”

You refuse to believe it, there’s no way he’s not here to continue his tirade of cruelty. You won't back down though, you won't let Ryusei Shidou ruin the one chance of escapism you have at college. It’s difficult but as the weeks go on, he does leave you alone for the most part. Refusing to sit anywhere else and still considering himself your protector. “You’re still a lil dork, what if someone else picks on ya?” Protector? Is he delusional? Did he suffer a brain injury during summer break or is this even the same Ryusei Shidou that tormented and bullied you at every chance he got?

Over time you realise he doesn’t seem to be lying about his intentions for class at least. He turns up, and on time too, and doesn’t even mock the teacher like he was famous for in high school. His canvas is always tilted just out of sight from you and others but he works hard - you wonder whether he’s embarrassed or maybe even a bit of a perfectionist. Sometimes you talk but you rarely push conversation, too concentrated on your own work to give him the attention you know he craves from you. You know there will come a moment eventually when he’ll reveal his true colours once again.

It’s a rainy afternoon on campus, so bad that most of your classes are cancelled. Not willing to brave a very wet and long walk home to the dorms you head to the art block, deciding the spare time would be best put to use putting in some extra work on your graded module. After a quick pit stop for hot chocolate at the cafe, sipping on it comfortingly to warm yourself, you enter the studio. To your surprise, you weren’t the first person to have the same idea. 

“Hey princess, avoiding the rain too?” Ryusei peers over the top of his canvas with his signature smile, his hair wet and pushed back slightly out of his face. 

“Yeah… it’s pretty bleak out there,” you reply, taking you headphones off from your head as you sit down and begin to prepare your art supplies.

“I’m almost finished so… I won’t bother you too much, promise,” he winks at you. You give him an awkward smile and look out your canvas from the collection, continuing in silence. He sticks to his word, occasionally humming which doesn’t bother you too much. Soon you hit a roadblock, a small mistake leaving you puzzled and making you consider scrapping the whole piece. You shake your head and try to rid yourself of the self-sabotage, deciding to take a break. You take out a packet of Oreo’s from your backpack and indulge yourself in a snack to ground yourself as you look over your painting in thought. You look to Ryusei and down at the sleeve of your favourite snacks in your lap. 

“Umm… would you like one?” you hold it out to him without looking.

He looks at you suspiciously but helps himself to a couple. “Guess I deserve a break too, thanks,” he smiles.

“You’re quite secretive about your work,” you tease him with a smirk as you notice it remains tilted from your view, too curious to let it go unnoticed anymore. “Shy? Or are you truly just slacking off?”

“Wanna see?” he responds plainly as he licks the cream slowly off one of the Oreo’s. 

You furrow your brow, shocked by his response. “Uh… y-yeah sure,” you nod and give him a tiny hint of a smile. He returns it and turns the canvas to show you, the swirl and mess of colours making you blink a few times as you try to make sense of it. Red and magenta fires surrounding melting violet buildings in a fiery explosion that could only be created by him. 

“It looks like… a world on fire,” you say quietly, still looking over the details. You can’t deny it’s good, maybe he does actually like art. “Wow, Ryu… I’m kinda impressed,” you manage another small smile. 

“You think?” he smirks. “I just wanted you to shut up about me slacking off. I love painting, I do.”

“Is… that how you see the world, Ryu?”

A small smile flickers on his face at the nickname, “Yeah I guess so,” he laughs softly.  

“I really didn’t think you’d take this class seriously…” 

“Why? Cause I was mean to you?” he rolls his eyes and huffs out a laugh as he faces his canvas back to him. “Apart from that… you barely know me. You don’t know what I like to do with my life”

“I guess I just can’t imagine you being a good boy,” you laugh awkwardly. 

His head turns slightly as the words leave your mouth, a slight smirk appearing. “Yeah well… I aint.” He dips his paintbrush into his paint heartily before thumbing the bristles and flicking paint directly at you. You gasp as you watch red paint speckle across your dress, unable to react in time to stop him.

“Ryusei!” you gasp, getting up and instantly trying to wipe yourself down. He laughs and laughs as he watches you,  “Oh, well that’s abundantly clear, don’t worry,” you smile falsely before groaning in frustration. You give up, throwing the rag you were using to the floor in defeat. “Ugh, this better wash out!” 

“It’s acrylic so I doubt it, you should know that, dork. Shoulda wore your apron…” he snorts and clings to his stool as he finally controls himself. 

“Oh my god, Ryu!” you wail. 

“It was just a joke and I know you got lots of pretty clothes cause your parents always spoiled ya. God you’re so uptight, it’s boring. Thought college would liven you up, guess you must still be a lil frigid virgin,” he laughs.

“No. I’m not,” you bite back before you can stop yourself, instantly turning red. “N-Not that it’s any of your fucking business!”

“Well, whoever you been fucking aint fucking you right… cause look at ya, all grown up and you’re still a prissy, high-strung whiney -” You grab the nearest brush and press it in the black ink on your palette before casting it across his canvas. He yells as he watches you, getting up too late to react and completely powerless before you, casting a black line in the middle of his artwork. It’s a step too far but you can’t help but feel a little bit proud. It’s the first time you’ve ever stood up to Ryusei Shidou in your life. The adrenaline quickly fades and the reality of what you’ve done hits you like a tonne of bricks. You drop the paintbrush and stand back, nervously awaiting his reaction. There’s an expression on his face that you don’t quite recognise in him, the way he stares at the canvas you tarnished for a few tense beats, hands gripping his hairs in anguish as he breathes heavily… and then it hits you.

He’s hurt. The signature rage that burns within Ryusei was extinguished the moment your brush swept against the canvas. He was proud of that… so proud that he wanted to show you and you ruined it. You were the cruel one this time. It makes you uncomfortable… Even after all the suffering you endured at his hands you can’t help but feel sorry for him. Did you… break Ryusei Shidou? 

But as soon as the thought crosses your mind, he’s standing up from the stool, turning to face you with an intimidating stance and almost manic smile. That… devastation… it’s gone and the Ryusei you recognise from all those years of torment is back. The anger. The violence. The passion. He takes a long stride towards you and forces you against the wall easily, “You’re such a fucking bitch,” he growls, face leaning dangerously close to yours.

“I’m sorry, I really am I -”

“Shut. Up,” he grabs your chin in a large hand, shaking you in his grasp slightly with each word. “You got revenge finally I guess, huh? You proud of yourself, baby? Feel all big and brave now?” his hand moves up to grip your cheeks, squeezing until your lips pucker pathetically.

“N-No,” you choke out, tears welling in your eyes as panic takes over, uneased by the way he leers over you. “R-Ryusei, it was mistake, ‘m sorry but we can try and fix it just -!” but you’re cut off suddenly as he growls and plants his lips against yours, kissing you passionately. You make a tiny yelp of surprise but relax, soft moans fill the air and you realise they’re coming from you. You’ve finally succumbed to him. He breaks away suddenly, a small line of drool connecting your mouths that he licks at with a smile. 

“You’re fucking sexy when you’re mad baby. Shoulda done something like that a long time ago instead of always cryin’” he laughs softly, peppering your face gently with kisses. “Mmmm… made me hard.” 

“Y-You’re a pervert,” you whimper but cling to him, kissing him back again as your head becomes dizzy and you allow yourself to succumb to those twisted desires you’d locked away many years ago. Thoughts of it that once made you feel sick with guilt as you used them late at night to explore your body and depraved fantasies. Why do you still want this? And why did you ever want this?

“S-Stop,” you say with little effort behind it, watching as his hands slide up your body to see more, feel more.

“You don’t want me to, baby,” he breathes into your mouth almost desperately. “K-Know you don’t want me to.”

“Okay b-but Ryu, here?” 

“Waited so fuckin’ long for this baby you know that, not gonna waste any more time. My girl, always been my girl haven’t you?”

And you’re nodding, you don’t know why but you’re nodding. This boy that made your life hell for years, ridiculed you, the boy who you utterly despised. Something inside you still craved him, wanted him - no, you needed him. Like some sort of fucked-up, twisted, full-circle moment. Maybe you both did. 

“W-Wanna be your girl, Ryu,” you whisper quietly. He chuckles against your lips at your desperate admission, hands delving under the skirt of your dress. It’s not long before his large fingers are poking at your panties, a soft embarrassed whimper escaping you as he lets out a soft moan at the discovery within. “Fuuuuuck, sweetheart,” he laughs through a soft moan as his fingers swipe down the drenched fabric. “Do you always get this wet… or is this all just for me?”

You say nothing, almost shell-shocked to the spot that this is happening, your head still reeling from it all. His fingers slip under the waistband and they’re soon falling down your legs, Ryusei quickly but silently helping you step out of them as you continue to explore his mouth. 

“Always wondered what your pretty parts looked like,” he bites on your lip as he continues to toy with you, his fingers dancing against your slippery folds with a moan. “Lemme see…” he pushes the skirt of your dress up to expose you, the cool air making you shudder self-consciously. You hear a soft moan escape his lips as he looks at you for the first time. “Oh baby… so pretty,” he coos softly. Your head falls back with a tiny thud against the wall, embarrassment taking over. 

“Ryu…” you whine and he laughs softly, gently placing one of your legs upon his shoulder. You gasp as you feel his breath against your sensitive core, and his hand is spreading you apart even more for him. “Oh my god what are you -?” you feel his tongue delicately swipe from your hole up to your clit and let out a loud gasp, eyes rolling back already from the sensitivity. “Ryu!”

“Mmpf,” he smacks his lips obscenely. “You taste like fuckin’ candy.” His mouth suctions over your clit firmly and you truly lose it, letting out sweet whimpered moans and rolling your hips for more. He’s done so little and he’s reduced you to a mess already. He moans against your flesh as he feasts on you, desperately palming himself over his trousers as he enjoys the way your body responds to him. For how he’s craved you too.

“Ryu, s-so good at this, fuck,” you whisper, fingers lacing through his hair and gripping tightly for stability. It spurs him on, his hands greedily grip your sides, encouraging you to continue moving against him. The noises his actions make are lewd and loud - echoing around the room enough to make your cheeks flush crimson. 

It rolls up on you before you can warn him and your moans heighten into sweet, shrill squeaks as you finally reach your peak, shaking and bearing down on him. Delicious ecstasy consuming you like you’ve never felt before. You watch him lewdly slurp up your sweet nectar, the sight enough to extend your pleasure as you lock eyes with him. “Fuck,” is all you can manage as you slow your hips against his face. He breaks away, panting and his eyes ablaze with lust as he licks at the juices that coat his mouth. You recognise that look. He’s not done with you yet. 

You’re still reeling from the aftershocks and he’s pushing you onto your knees on the floor, your body jelly and sinking willingly. “Bend over baby, c’mon. Can’t wait anymore, need to feel you,” he grunts as he doesn’t even wait for you to obey, manhandling you easily onto all-fours as you still try to catch your breath. 

“C-Can’t believe this is happening,” you almost laugh as you hear the familiar sound of a zipper before a harsh hand holds your hip in place, feeling Ryusei take his place behind you. 

“I can... meant to be baby” he smirks, jerking himself impatiently as he pushes your head to the floor. “Come on arch a little better than that baby, waited fuckin’ years for this, gotta look pretty for me.”

You nod and do as he says, pressing down further and arching your ass perfectly for him. You feel him spread you apart, whimpering instinctively. 

“I want this,” he groans lowly, his thumb pressing firmly against your untouched tight ring of muscle - you swear you hear the tiniest soft whine as it instinctively tightens against the touch. “D-Didn’t get to pop your cherry, sweetheart so let me have this. Bet you’ve never been fucked here.”

You whimper slightly but don’t refuse the touch.”N-No, never, Ryu… but not now… another time. Fuck.” 

“What makes you think there’s gonna be another time? Needy slut.” His hand moves from your untouched parts and delivers a harsh spank. “And stop fuckin’ telling me what to do. I’ll give ya exactly what you need, princess.” You feel the blunt head of his cock press against your slickened entrance and soon enough he’s pushing inside in one fluid thrust. All the air leaves your lungs as you take everything he gives you - he’s big, maybe the biggest you’ve had. He hasn’t even moved yet and you feel him everywhere. You choke on your own moans and prepare yourself for what’s to come. 

“Fuck, baby, fuck. Your little pussy looks so pretty taking this dick,” he pulls back and delivers a harsh thrust, making you jolt forward with a pained shout.

‘S big, Ryu, so big,” you babble, fingers scrambling for any purchase against the floor. 

“I know baby, I know. Taking me so good, fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he grunts, starting a rapid pace that leaves you open-mouthed and whimpering.

You give up on trying to be quiet, Ryusei’s own loud moans and grunts already exposing you enough for anyone in the near vicinity. He’s ferocious and primal, you desperately wish you could see him properly in all his glory but his tight grip on you leaves little hope for change in position. His hips bruise against yours with every thrust and you’re sure you’ll have bruises in the morning - or hope, the thought of evidence of your deeds helping your pleasure build yet again. “Love how you fuck me, Ryu! Love this, oh m-my god!” you cry out as you begin to thrust back against him. He growls ferociously and grips the flesh of your ass for leverage to rail you harder, desperate to see you surrender with him.

“Come on, baby, come on,” he grunts, “Make it a good one for me, come on,” he repeats desperately. You arch your back out even further and freeze as the pleasure rushes over you yet again, creaming deliciously around his cock. 

The hands supporting yourself eventually give out, your front sinking against the cold concrete floor as you let him just take you. He’s ruthless, rutting against you like a desperate animal before he’s spurting thick ropes of his seed inside you until he has nothing left to give, whining as he forces himself to eventually stop. “S-Shit, baby, your pussy’s amazing… mm… knew it would be.” he kisses up your spine softly before pulling out and sorting himself.

“Oh… oh my god,” you gasp desperately, laying against the floor for a moment before coming to your senses. “That was crazy, Ryu, I can’t believe we did that.”

“It was sexy… oh and you’d really let me fuck your ass?” he grins. 

You sort your clothes and look at him with a small smirk. “Maybe… if you’re a good boy.” his reaction to that immediately making you giggle - eyes wide and his own cheeks almost blushing. “Oh... you like that, hm, Ryu?” 

“S-Shut up,” he grumbles, avoiding looking at you as he goes redder. “Come on… we should get out of here before they lock up the building for the night. He takes your hand in his before you can refuse, making you smile to yourself as you gently follow him.

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You wake up the next morning and check your phone, pouting as you scroll through your notifications, none of them from the person you want them to be. You lie back against the pillows and read them, one from your roommate catching your eye.

> hey! sorry, left when u were still sleeping oli invited me to watch him practice… couldn’t resist :P 

> btw a weird huge package was left at the door btw girl did u order something??? left it outside your room. xoxox

You pull the duvet off yourself and go to the door, eyes widening as you see the package in question but you quickly recognise the familiar, rectangle shape. Wrapped in brown paper and tied with a sting with your name on, it has little clues of its sender. You shrug and bend down on the floor, untying the string and beginning to tear the crinkly paper slowly. 

The painting. Ryusei’s painting except there’s something different about it now. It’s complete.

Amongst the fiery, explosive background you spot the dark silhouettes of two familiar figures embraced in the middle. The height difference is obvious and the defining features of his hair makes you slowly grin in realisation. 

You read the note attached to it, smiling gleefully still and sinking slowly to the floor as you read it over and over.

Fixed it already. The world burns brighter with you.

Ryu xox

[liiixsturniolos]

matt x reader where he gets a tattoo dedicated to reader, like an initial or something

BRANDED

★ matt gets a tattoo of you in a slutty spot, urging you find it on him.

SMUT: ☆ sub!matt I guess??? p in v,

You walk into the living room, throwing your body onto the couch like a ragdoll.

“'Sup darling?” Matt pouts, turning his head towards you.

You murmur some phoney excuse and crawl up to him, nuzzling your head into his big, tattooed arm.

“You have tattoos for all your brothers, your mom and dad, what about me?” you joke, pretending to be offended.

“Maybe I'll get one for you too.” he smiles, playing with your hair.

Nevertheless, weeks pass, you completely forget about this conversation. You're sat on Matts desk, reading through your emails.

Matt quietly comes in. He sits on his bed behind you and admires you.

“I have a suprise for you.” he blurts out, breaking the silence. “What is it?” you spin around in his chair excitedly.

“You'll have to find it.” he smirks.

You scoff, and quickly get to your feet. “Is it In this room?”

“Yes.” he answers.

You creep over to his shelf, and peer at it, hoping to see something out of the ordinary.

“Cold.” he chuckles

You turn around and go to the furthest corner of the room, and walk up to his closet. “Freezing.” he laughs,

You try near his bedside table, opening up the drawer.

“Still cold.”

Then the desk, “Chilly.” he tells you.

You're stumped. You just stand there In the middle of the bedroom. Until an idea sparks, him. It's on him. You immediately head for matt on the bed.

He grins, “Hot! Finally!”

Your eyes meet his, “So what's the suprise?”

He unbuckles his belt.

“Matt are you serious?” you say,

“No, no wait!” he chuckles, pulling down his pants and and folding over the waistband of his underwear.

He reveals something in ink. It's a spirally neat print, needled into his skin near his hip bone. It's your name.

Your eyes widen, in shock and pure delight. “No way..” you gasp,

Matt smiles up at you, proud of what he had done. “This is so hot.” you whine, leaning in close and pulling at the waistband of his underwear.

You pull them off. “Fuck Matt, such a slutty place to get my name.”

“Mhmm.. you like it.” he mutters,

“Fuck yeah.” you whisper in his ear, your lips trailing down to his neck, kissing and sucking on his soft skin.

Your legs wrap around his and you sit on his lap, pushing him down onto the bed. You keep glancing at the tattoo, how perfectly swirly the font was, how perfectly slutty the placement was, how perfectly gorgeous matt was looking.

He pulls down your lacy underwear mid kiss- needy and unable to resist you. You look into his bright blue eyes, “Let me ride you baby.” you whisper

“Yes, I need it.” he pleads, tugging at your hips to align them with his waist.

You buck against him, teasing him humping him bare before he can't take it and holds down your hips to push himself into you.

You moan quietly at the feeling of him sliding into you. Looking down to see his tattoo, situated above his dick next to his hip, a reminder of the fact you and him will be the only ones to see it.

You lazily rock yourself back and forth onto him, riding him gently. “Mmhm- feels g-g-good..” he stutters out, his breathing irregular and the room hot and sweaty.

The sounds of your skin colliding and moans from each of you are all that fill the room, with his loving eyes locked with yours.

You stroke his tattoo with your fingers, “Love that you're branded with my name now.” You say, in a low sultry tone, making him fold beneath you like your very own puppet.

A/N : okayy okayy I'm getting back into the hang of writing this was a vibe. It started out as fluff but I saw a smutty opportunity and jumped.

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[hedwigoprah]

A Word with Friends | June 2

Hello Hello! I'm finally back at it and writing for prompts again! Yay! I thought I'd hop back in with a word that y'all might enjoy. This week's word is one I've used before. Someone even called my use of it slutty which I then proceeded to print out and put on my wall to document the occasion you know who you are.

Don't worry though, I wrote something brand new to fit it, and all of the AWWF words I missed during the month of May.  I'm dropping this a little early cause it's technically also a submission for last week's word too. But no pressure, no rush.  SO! Without further adieu, the word for this week is:

Avarice

1. Excessive or inordinate desire of gain; greed for wealth 2. Inordinate desire for some supposed good.

My submission and tags are under the cut ;)  1.7k words jsyk

This particular work is all original, but it does reference Children of the Dark, so there are a few names you may not recognize. They're from Veryl's history.

Yeah?" Veryl called out as she sorted through the papers in front of her. When the meditation room had echoed with the knock, she had startled and tossed the stack she had in her hands. She stooped now to retrieve the scattered parchment. The door creaked open and Bellara's head popped out from around the corner it created. "Rook? Can I bother you about something? Just, if you have the time? I completely understand if you're doing something else." She still stood in the doorway, hand poised to pull the door shut if Veryl requested she leave. Veryl looked from the papers she had corralled into a somewhat organized stack and then back to her visitor. Others still lay out of her reach. So, out of frustration with the task rather than the interruption, she dropped the ones she had collected and decided to just pick them all up later. "Yes, please bother me." She stepped over the newly dispersed mess to pull the door open further and invite in her guest, waving her further into the room. Bellara brought with her some parchment of her own, along with a quill and an ink pot. It wasn't hard to guess at the motives behind her sudden visit. Veryl second guessed her choice, wary of how the fanciful would-be author had been speaking of her writing endeavors. Veryl wasn't sure she was in healthy enough place to be considered good subject matter. "What can I do for you?" Veryl closed the door and leaned against it as she considered her friend. She decided that something off-the-wall might be exactly the distraction she needed. "Well, first," Bellara started, and Veryl mentally prepared for the particular ten thousand words she would be inundated with. "I hope you don't mind but I was trying to write down that story you told us the other day, the one about the body swap? It was so intriguing, I just can't imagine not having it down on paper. I'll make sure it only stays in our records, but I thought it was worth remembering, you know? I ran into a bit of a roadblock though, there are so many details that I could never repeat the way you did. So I was wondering if I could pick your brain about it? Unless you want me to stop, and then I'll stop. I'll even throw everything I have into the fire so no one will ever find it."

Veryl felt her mouth slacken only a bit before she checked herself and corrected her features before they could betray her shock. Her eyebrows still shot up her face, something she couldn't prevent as hard as she tried. She also forgot what a normal amount of blinking should look like.

"You know what!" Bellara threw her free hand up, waving a finger about as she started to backtrack. "I shouldn't have even started writing it down. I knew it was private story and I should have let it stay that way. I'm sorry, Rook. I'll be going now." Veryl had to give credit to Bellara's perspicaciousness, already changing course because of Veryl's obvious unease with the idea. There wasn't an ounce of maliciousness or victim-hood in Bellara's words either, the apology was genuine she could tell that much. Veryl was already shaking her head as Bellara made for the door, reaching for the handle. On a laugh, she stopped the other woman from trying to leave. She placed a gentle hand on her arm and gave her a meaningful look. "I don't mind, Bellara, I promise." And Veryl thought a big part of her meant it. She was safe with these people. Bellara herself was in possession of this particular kind of effusive apricity that set a person at ease without even trying. For the next several hours, Veryl let Bellara pick and pull at different threads of the story she shared. Bellara was gentle with her questions and they never veered further into the weeds. Veryl was never required to divulge more than she already had. They sprawled out across the rug in front of the sofa. This time papers were scattered, but in an organized fashion that Veryl could not make heads nor tales of, but Bellara danced between effortlessly. Veryl talked about her teammates in vague terms, describing them only as characters in a story rather than people she spent a formative amount of time with. She spoke about Jeltje's gruffness, Heinrich's strength of character, and even Detre's cunning. In this moment, they were nothing more than descriptions and words, it was easier that way. "What about your other teammate, the one you don't mention very much?" Bellara was on her stomach, concentrating on writing what Veryl provided verbally. Veryl meanwhile kept her arms wrapped around one of her pillows, her fingers toying with the tassels that hung from the corners. "Nocturna?" Veryl clarified and Bellara nodded, lifting her face to give her full attention. Veryl didn't really know how to describe the most elusive member of her team. Nocturna had been mysterious and secretive at the best of times, and down right enigmatic and recondite at the worst. "I think Nocturna…" Veryl tried to sort out the words she knew that could even begin to describe the woman. "I think she scared me more than anything else." Veryl laughed at the absurdity of it. For all the malcontent spirits, child-sized bugs, and vile villains she had come up against, nothing could unsettle her the way Noturna could with just a withering look. "I wasn't exaggerating when I said she just appeared during the blood rain. She moved like… a susuration of a living person. You can't track her with your eyes or your ears. Even if you thought you felt her presence, for a second, like a chill up your spine, she's already gone." It was unnerving the way Nocturna had just flowed through existence. "She made me look like a clumsy baby, just learning to walk." Bellara gave her a confused look, as though she couldn't comprehend the idea, but kept writing anyway. "She was slick with a blade and killed without thinking twice about it. I was a weapon, sure, but she was poison."

Veryl finally took note of her own demeanor, having zoned in on a particular pattern in the rug that had started move as her vision grew blurry with lack of focus. She snapped back into reality before Bellara could notice her abstraction. "That's really all I can say." Veryl begged off when Bellara looked to her for more. She gave her a small apologetic smile. "That's perfect, Rook. I'll be able to describe her much better now." Bellara dipped her quill another time before reaching for a piece of paper that already had some other scribbles that rambled across it. "I just have one last question." "Shoot." Veryl allowed, tossing the pillow down and crawling to her own stomach. She propped herself up and watched as Bellara scritched new words across the paper in front of her. "What was the exact speech you gave as the Spectre? Do you remember?" As if she would ever forget those words. A warning she had since repeated, though perhaps in not so many words, but the sentiment was one that she had made sure certain persons would be sure not to forget. From somewhere deep inside the darkest parts of her soul, Veryl brought forward something that felt like a mockery of her evolution as a person. The Spectre felt weird on her skin, but still fit like a shadow she would never fully be rid of. In her best imitation of the ghost she once was, she repeated the words that had cemented her place as nothing more than Necropolis folklore. "I see you. I hear your weeping and groaning. The being you mourn would impart you with a final word. Seek honor, truth, and kindness and blessings will be your boon but if avarice fills your soul, you shall only find your doom." Coming back to herself, she gave Bellara a sanguine smile, relaxing back into her own current skin. Bellara returned the smile before she finished her latest line, sighed, and shifted positions to sit back on her haunches.

"You know," she started as she began to gather all of her papers into a single stack. "I'd really think that speech was much scarier if I hadn't seen Emmrich chase you to your room in nothing but your underwear." This time Veryl let her jaw drop open. "You…?!" True shock had Veryl sitting up and trying to cover herself as though she wasn't fully clothed. "It was the middle of the night, no one was supposed to be awake." Bellara danced around her eye contact with Veryl, her eyes shifting in nervousness as she spoke. "Let's just say that I know I wasn't the only one not getting any sleep." Bellara was quickly scrambling to her feet, dodging the pillows that Veryl playfully threw her way. "But don't worry! I definitely didn't write any of that down!" Veryl paused in her cushion assault to question her friend, "Really?" Bellara had moved quickly, nearing the door with alacrity Veryl only saw her move with in the field. She was very near the door when she turned to give Veryl an answer. "No, I lied." She grinned sheepishly, a crimson blush dusting her cheeks. "I wrote all of it down. OkaythanksfortalkingtomeRook! Haveagoodeveningbye!" Bellara was out the door before the final pillow could hit it's intended target. Instead it thudded against the door that had been slammed shut and fell uselessly to the ground.

Gentle, loving tags for you my friends: @strugglinggranola @serensama @tkwritesdumbassassins  @tacoteddy22 @thecraftybaroness @himluv @notyourmamasdeerbat @bubblecat-co @mythals-whore @operative-arrow @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @seaglassmelody  @davrinsleftpectoral @biowaredisasterbisexual @woundedsoul12 @jenn2d2 @arisofsky, @kai-dimir, @purple-frost @pixiedurango @thedissonantverses

Happy writing folks!

Trivia for your time: The average golf ball has 336 dimples

[bookie-bookdust]

Oh oh oh oh what the FUCK is going on???? As if the world isn't having actual real issues right now with threats of fascism and war and we have thesaurus monsters sending anon hate to people over writing FREE fucking fan fiction just because it's queer as if it's 2013 all over again????????? Get fucking real. I'm so late to this. I'm sorry to everyone who has been going through this shit.

And I'm going to be explicit (and very political) here for a moment. You can go fuck yourself if you think the way to create "waves" is going after roughly ten people in a dead tumblr tag instead of after actual influencers and lawmakers who have actual influence and are the ones with A REAL AUDIENCE. Why don't you go to your local town and state elections? Why don't you go fucking volunteer? Instead of this PETA-level hate bombing behavior. Do you know what you're acting like? The pro-life freaks who put gory pictures in pamphlets and go to college campuses and scream at students. You have gone so far left you have looped back around to the right and got your head stuck up your asses with extremist bullshit.

The fun thing about ethical consumption is that in late stage capitalism it is NEVER going to be possible. You will never be able to WHOLY curate your ethical lifestyle through the use of boycotting or growing your own food and making your own clothes and whatever the hell else. And yes, boycotting can work. We've seen it with Starbucks and Chipotle, but once again, there are levels and organization that make it successful. It isn't sending death threats to ten people on the internet who are writing stories about wizards kissing.

Your hate for the injustice being done to people is valid, but you need to reorganize where you're funneling it. Because if you're going to "hold people accountable" for HP/HL fan fiction, that means I better not see you at Walmart, using healthcare, medication, buying any clothes from major brands, and SO MUCH MORE - because do you know what these major corporations donate to? Who they support? I know you know. We all know. Even if you went into the woods and lived off the grid, the seeds you use have blood on them- the fucking soil does to. You've fallen right into the trap of going after the wrong people just like they want you to. So congratu-fucking-lations, you wannabe sociology fucks.

If you want to fight, you go fight the correct fucking people. If you're in the states, were you at the protests yesterday? I bet you weren't. I bet you were scrolling on tiktok and tumblr in your echo chambers all agreeing in your hate rhetoric. You will never achieve anything this way.

I am fucking HAPPY to put a big fat arrow on my blog to deter it from others because I am not putting up with bullying of any kind from anyone. I don't care what side you think you're on. You are on NO ONE'S side if you think sending death threats to random people that aren't politicians, police, and major corporations is the way to enact change. We all have the same goddamn enemy, and yeah, a lot of people don't understand that and it's do to a lot of things - socioeconomic backgrounds, access to education, upbringings, controlled media due to government influence, etc.

For those in the HL community who are still here, if I can help in any way, please let me know. I am so sorry everyone.

[le-chevalier-au-lion]

I know it goes against everything people usually picture for them but Pecco acting as Valentino’s alpha would actually break my brain in the best of ways

i'm having trouble getting my thoughts to work but bear with me

They’ve gone out to celebrate Pecco’s Pramac contract—he’s going to MotoGP, Ducati’s already talking about a factory seat if things work out. It’s a bar in Pesaro Valentino likes, not full of moto fans, always willing to cut him some slack.

And Pecco’s doing his thing—small peccoisms that Valentino barely registers after so many years. Holding the door so everyone can go in first, making sure there’s always a water bottle on the table, taking the worst seat at the table.

He’s happy, clearly. So, so happy. And Valentino, too—this featherlight, indulgent thing filling his chest.

So he keeps touching Pecco—his arm, his thigh, his side. Their usual Ranch touchiness ramped up in the cramped booth, with the alcohol, with the loose joy floating around.

And he lets Pecco scent him.

Valentino doesn’t mind it. Pecco’s scent goes sugary when he’s like this, thick salted caramel at the back of his throat, not at all like an alpha's.

Around midnight, after five or six shots that Pecco keeps diligently bringing to their table—smiles this crooked, gummy thing, eyes fever-bright, I'm going to get my first paycheck soon, yeah? A real one.

Valentino shrugs, gets on his feet. "Gotta piss."

It’s true, technically. But he’s been jittery for hours now, skin three too small, eyeing up some omegas across the room. Restless and sort of horny for no reason. No reason that he wants to talk about, at least, this handful of thorns digging into him.

Pecco springs up immediately. The whole night, he's been on his feet, laughing, light, very, very gentlemanly.

"I can go with you," he says, quick, vowels clumped together. It's not an offer.

Valentino’s mouth twitches, teeth fine pinpricks of pain inside his cheek. He doesn’t mind it, exactly. And Pecco had offered it earlier too, when Bez got up, before Luca and Franky decided to tag along.

Still.

"Allora—ah, okay, Francesco."

The restroom is large, lit with earthy yellow lights, smelling clean. Eucaliptus or whatever, stuff that upscale bars can afford, along with a dedicated cleaning staff. Not the kind of place that Valentino celebrated his own premier class contract.

It's Pecco's scene, though.

He's all the way to washing his hands when someone walks up to him. She’s an omega, pretty—dark hair, dark eyes, sharp cheekbones. But she's scowling at him, lips pulled back in a snarl, lipstick on her teeth. She could be Spanish, maybe. A moto fan on the wrong side.

Her arms cross, tan against her sparkly red top. The whole situation drips molasses thick around him, slow. "Is he even out of liceo?"

Valentino blinks. The woman points with her chin to the door, toward Pecco standing just outside. Like a guard dog, or one of those overly excitable, overly defensive dachshunds that he's been talking about adopting.

"That’s creepy," she hisses, "you’re—what, forty? Forty-five?"

He stares at her, shame churning buttery in his throat, blood pounding in his ears. Pecco’s face is doing something antsy and pinched. It's dark, and he looks young. Younger. Eighteen years between them. Luca's age.

Valentino swallows what feels like a chokeful of bleach, tongue numb inside his mouth.

He's twenty-one, he could say. Which is better than liceo. But it tastes over-defensive as soon as he thinks about it, the kind of jackrabbit answer that reporters would tear apart. He's my employee—way fucking worse.

"We aren’t—," he spits out, tries to.

There's this hooking oh shit tugging at his guts. Same split second of panic he gets when he's high-sided off the bike and is about to hit the asphalt, to find how bad it was.

Valentino scurries out before she can twist the knife again. Keeps feeling her eyes on the back of his neck like a cattle brand.

Pecco’s waiting just outside, eyes wide, nostrils flaring as soon as he crowds into him. His hand clamps around Valentino’s bony wrist mostly on instict.

"Was she bothering you?" Pecco asks, voice pitched to a whisper. He's sticking to his side like glue, scent gone sharp. Unhappy. Pecco is always unhappy when he thinks he isn't doing well at the little tasks he makes up for himself.

Valentino makes himself smile. "No, no," he says, the words soapy and slippery, harmless little lies. "Just a fan."

Pecco's hand slides from Valentino’s waist to the small of his back, fingers digging into the knobs of his spine. His scent goes thick around them—this sugar-sweet, dizzying cloud.

Valentino's absolutely certain that the whole bar is staring at them.

Pecco scents him again, deliberate now. Drags his jaw over Valentino’s scent gland until Valentino feels scraped raw by the wiry hair of his patchy subtle. Until he might as well be touching his nerve endings bare-handed.

Horrifyingly, though, Valentino feels his cunt pulse around nothing, hot.

Wet.

[zeherili-ankhein]

Now tell me the gay montriputro story please🙃🙃

KSKSJDJDHD NOW IT'S TIME FOR MY ANOTHER FAVOURITE TALE MUAHAHAHAHAHA

Ok so this story is actually so cute I wanted to retell it in my own ways someday... (nvm im too lazy to get going with anything) and this story's characters also had no names so I thought “hmm since I'm already planning to retell this why not give them brand new names....”

You might have (or might not have) seen me making some random gay doodlings and showing them to @igotadigbickandureadthatwrong [the uponkor ones lol...] and sometimes I sent one or two pictures from the og book to @randomx123 too ig..?

So this story has 4 main characters... (Well that's what I consider but you can consider 3...) And for the love of god non of them had a fucking name (and a fucking side character had a name 💀🤌) That's why the names I allotted to them are...

Dun dun dun...

Im revealing them in the narration lol...

Tagging people whom I want to share this crazy story with @randomx123 @jeahreading @krishna-priyatama @no-idea-where-i-am-lost @foreignink @igotadigbickandureadthatwrong @prettykittytanjiro @ishaaron-ishaaron-me @stxrrynxghts @desigurlie @crystraniqelle @priestessofuniverse @dwarpharini @shubhadeep385 @hydestudixs @dreamer-in-sleep @aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna @livingtheparadoxlife @groovycynicalcheesecake @wulfricnavy (im sorry im adding you late 😭 but consider this the return gift for Depth of Despair)

Trigger warnings: bitchass people, unfortunately those bitchass people don't die well in this story... sigh, infanticide, homoerotic friendship, divine intervention, snakes, snake dying, snake coming out of nose, turning into stone, talking birds and swearings

So in the starting of the story we are told about this rajkumar Upendro (yes I named him) and his verryyy verryyy verryyyy close “friend” the montriputro Shonkor 🗿 (I named him too yeahhh)

They are such good “friends” they can't even spend a day without eachother. They grew up together and do everything together eat sleep roaming around. They are literally the do dil ek jaan kinda “friends”. It's a hot topic how close these two are with eachother...

Their “friendship” is so deep Shonkor sometimes falls asleep in Upendro's room and nobody gives a flying fuck about it... Not Even the king. 💀🤌

(Me interviewing the maids of the palace*

Maids: ohh then they fell asleep together, such good friends I mean...

Me: 💀💀🗿✨ yup... Very good friends... 💀✨)

.....

So whatever back to actually plot

One day Upendro is like

Upendro: yk... I feel like going on some adventures...

Upendro: roaming around the kingdoms... Seeing new things..

Upendro: just you and me...

Shonkor: ...

Shonkor: ok

So yeah, they decided they'd go do Dora the explorer shit in the wild and went away. Just the two of them on their horses and didn't take any men or soldiers with them. 💀

And they roamed around here and there in different kingdoms and places, like those discovery channel dudes.

.....

One day after travelling for long enough they are in a forest and it's getting late. And they come across a BEAUTIFUL lake and it got really clear water like glass.

So our boyfriends besties decides “yeah let's spend the night near this lake on that banyan tree nearby”

And they tie their horses at the bottom and then get some water from the lake for hath mukh dhona and drinking and climbs the tree to sleep on it (I have no idea what they were planning to do on those branches or if it's even possible to sleep on branches 💀🤌)

.......

Now after sometimes a lot of light literally blinds them, like there's too much brightness like my mom's phone screen all over the forest and they are both like o.O trying to figure out where the light came from

And their eyes fall at the lake and they see a bigass snake coming out of it, and it has a BIG mani on it's head (hehehehehehd nag mani lessgoo) which is the source of all the blinding light.

So they see the snake crawling out of the pond and into the forest and under the tree. Snake bbg puts the nagmani down from it's head and below the tree (idk how that even happened considering it has no hands or anything 💀💀)

And then the snake eats up those two pookie horses (MY SHYALAAAAAA NO MY SHYALAAAA 😭😭) and goes away deeper into the forest 🗿🗿 blud didn't even try to climb the tree bruhh

So now Upendro and Shonkor are like 💀💀 because one wtf is that giantass snake and two their horses are gone 😭😭 (I just really love horses ok!!)

So Shonkor my ultimate gadha climbs down the tree to look at the mani and he just fucking covers that stone with the horse saddle for some weird reasons idfk 💀🤌 and then climbs back next to his boifren

......

So snake dude?dudette? idk comes back after sometime and when it couldn't find it's mani it just makes all those growling sounds like crying and all. Then it fucking dies. 💀 In dispression. 💀 Because it lost it's stone. 💀 (Ykw mood 🗿 I'd die too if I lost my favourite stone)

So now Shonkor and Upendro stays awake the entire night on the tree scared shitless 🌝 because yeah obviously you don't wanna end up in a anaconda's stomach even if you know it's ded. Like take no chances my boys.

So next morning early in the dawn they come down from the tree and Shonkor picks up the mani from those hiddings to wash it in the lake (why's he always doing the labour Upendro you hypocrite bitch)

And as soon as the mani touches the water it again starts to glowwwwwww ( read it in the you make me glow tune) and they notices a literal PALACE under the lake 💀💀

And they are like “GURL DAMN WHAT”

......

So these gayass bitches decides they wanna know what's in tha palace (like no thoughts of self preservation or safety or anything... 💀🤌 dumbasses)

And they go under the lake and yeah surprise surprise they can breath under water because of the mani 🗿

So whatever... they get under water in that palace and it's really gorgeous and big and a lot of stuff are there like trees and fruits they never heard of, flowers with sweet smells, and ofcourse lots of gemstone and stuff and as expected NO ONE fucking no one's in that palace 💀🤌

So they get inside the palace (bro that's trespassing where's your poribar's shikkha??) And starts to search all the rooms like some local chor because bruhh 💀

......

Then they suddenly hear some very feminine crying sounds coming from one of the rooms, and ofcourse they are like o.O and go to see what's wrong and comes across the room where the sound is coming from

Inside they see a gorgeous maiden sitting on the GOLDEN bed and sobbing like her world ended (which yeah it did)

And she hears to footsteps and looks up to see those two randomass dude standing there like🧍And she's like

Bbg cutie: who are you all? 😭

Bbg cutie: why are you here? 😭

Bbg cutie: go away or the snek will eat you 😭

Bbg cutie: it already ate my mom dad siblings and everyone in this palace 😭

Bbg cutie: only I'm alive now (because of unknown reasons) 😭

Bbg cutie: so go away before you become the 3 course 5 star meal for the snake... 😭😭

So Shonkor is like

Shonkor: girl dw that snek is ded, we killed it :D (where dude? It died from grief stop lying idiot)

Shonkor: see see the mani from its head :D

And he shows her the mani (also Upendro you bitch why tf are you just standing and doing nothing you kamchor lyadkhor harami)

[Ohhh btw I named my bbg Kumudini just because 🗿🗿🗿]

So now

Kumudini: umm ok... But who tf ARE you??

Shonkor: ummm I'm Shonkor... You? (Well in the og tale he just says he's montriputro but since I gave him a name he's saying his name ok)

Kumudini: I'm the princess of this place Kumudini 🥹🤌

Kumudini: will you two go away from here 🥺 (goshhh she's so pookie I love her soo much ahhhhh)

Shonkor: no no! We're here to stay ofcourse :D

Kumudini: omgg yayyy welcome you all will be as comfortable as possible here :D

[I love how Upendro is just standing there like 🧍 while these two chat like he's such a dumb and introverted gadha... I love him so much lmao]

......

So they start to stay in that patal palace (that's how that place is described ok it's said to be patal... cool ig?)

And ig in those days Upendro and Kumudini have their Kuch Kuch Hota Hai moments cuz Shonkor then one days tells her Upendro wants to marry her 💀🤌

(Lmao imagine the conversation that went between our cookie Shonkor and his adopted introvert Upendro...

Upendro: bhai 🌝

Shonkor:

Upendro: setting karwa de 🌝

Shonkor:

Upendro: plj 🌝

Shonkor:

Shonkor: ok 💀

Upendro: yaayy ilysm 🥹)

And unsurprisingly Kumudini agrees to marry him cuz ofcourse duhh they are in looveee~ 💀

So they get married in that place (idk how they got a purohit tho... Ig allrounder Shonkor became the purohit... Or they simply married without a purohit which is also not at all wrong)

......

Now after somedays Upendro starts to feel homesick because they have been away from there kingdom for SO LONG

So Upendro tells Shonkor that they should go back home but Shonkor is like

Shonkor: yaaa you're right. But idt you two should go like this....

Upendro: wot? woi?

Shonkor: cuz you both are newly married 🗿

He basically tells them both to stay at the patal palace and enjoy their honeymoon while he goes back to their kingdom to get the king daddy to come and fetch them, since Upendro's the prince and he just got married so that would be appropriate.

And so Upendro and Kumudini agrees, while Shonkor tells them bye bye and sets off for home. (Sighh... Things you do for your homoerotic friendship huh)

......

So now Kumudini and Upendro are spending their days well and good in that patal palace.

BUT one day Kumudini was getting really bored in the afternoon while Upendro was giving a mosher moto ghum (this bitch also likes bhat ghum my brother in maa Durga ufff 🫂🥹🗿✨)

And she looks at the nagmani kept close by and wonders how the upside world looks like cuz she had NEVER been there in her entire life (you need a guide for your first trip bbg don't do it alone pls)

So she decides “yeah nothing bad will happen I'll just go and come back before hubby wakes up...” and takes the mani to get out of that lake and wonder around the forest :p 💀✨

And she goes around admiring the things and all yk typical snow white behaviour, and it makes her really excited and happy because she's seeing all those for the first time in her life.

Then she comes back to the patal palace before Upendro could wake up and acts all normal and happy 🌝 telling him nothing (because more gele ke dekhche what's safety what's precautions???)

......

So this shit continues for some days, everyday she goes up and wonders like Dora the explorer during the afternoon and then comes back before Upendro can wake up from his moron ghum and she pretends everything is normal. 🗿🗿

BUT how can they live in peace right? Some crazy shit is bound to happen...

So one day as she was sitting by the lake and just playing with the water like the pookie cookie she is, that kingdom's bitchass rajkumar (the kingdom in whose area that forest falls) was out hunting with some of his equally bitchass friends and they come across the lake and banyan tree. (There's a buri mohila near the tree too, keep that in mind, it will be important to the plot later)

The rajkumar (I'm not naming him I'd just call him bitchass rajkumar) sees Kumudini only once and Kumudini get's scared and just jumps back in the lake and goes back to the palace.

And now dude is like shocked pikachu face because tf happened and he falls back down unconscious because of how GORGEOUS Kumudini is.... 💀🗿 (i mean I would too 🗿)

.....

This side Kumudini got REALLY scared so she stopped going out of the lake for some days and just spends her days in patal palace like normal, not wanting to get caught roaming by some randomass men (see everyone is scared of unknown men)

And on the other hand, over there bitchass rajkumar's sakha gang are like “yoo dude wtf happened??” and they worry for him but all dude could say is “where did she go?? where did she go??” 💀💀💀

So they are like “beta pagla hoye gache” and they take him back to the palace to his father the king. And in a few days bro becomes absolutely bedridden and mad only ever saying “where did she go?? where did she go” 💀🤌

.....

Now king dude is like “wtf gotta save my baby boy” and he does what any typical king does when no raj vaidya works... And makes the announcement that whoever can cure the rajkumar and decode who's “she” that person will get half the kingdom and the hand in marriage with his daughter the rajkumari 🗿💀✨

And now nobody fucking knows what to do because who IS “she”??? So nobody is able to save rajkumar and the king dude is getting frustrated...

THAT'S WHEN the buri mohila from before randomly appears claiming she knows how to cure the rajkumar and who “she” really is...

But ofc nobody believes her not even the king (cuz she got a rastar pagol type er chhele who's called Fokir and everyone thinks she's also pagol like her son) 💀💀💀

But she insists and says she will do it she'd just need a lake side view hut and a bunch of soldiers to help her. And if she succeeds her son must get that half kingdom and the princess' (king dude's daughter not Kumudini don't confuse) hand in marriage... (I first thought she was gonna ask to get married to the princess herself 💀🤌)

So king dude is like yeah what's there to lose? And agrees to her thinking the buri mohila can't do shit.

......

Then she gets the lake view hut and soldiers and starts to stay there starring at the lake all day.

Now this side after many days Kumudini finally gets the courage to go back outside and gets out of the lake to sit near it. 💀✨

NOW as soon as she's out in the wild sitting and playing around with the water, that old hag approaches her... And pretends to be friendly telling her not to be scared and anything and dumb dumb blorbo Kumudini agrees and tells her who she is saying she's the patal puri rajkonna and stuff showing her the nagmani.

The buri mohila pretends to be curious and asks to see the mani taking it in her hand and as soon as Kumudini gives it to her like a bokach*** she tells the hidden soldiers to come out and basically kidnap Kumudini 💀💀💀 (that's why you should trust NO ONE in an unknown place)

.....

They kidnap her and take her back to the palace while she's crying and begging them to let her go (too much traumatizing shit goes on in this story trust me)

And the buri is like “dw girl you'll be fine here the rajkumar just wants to see you”

So in the palace they call the half mad depressed bitchass rajkumar who's still murmuring “where did she go?? where did she go??” and as soon as he sees Kumudini he's like

Bitchass rajkumar: THAT'S HER THAT'S HER THAT'S THE MAIDEN I SAW BACK THEN

Kumudini: just lemme go plssss 😭😭🙏

Bitchass rajkumar not even listening to her: you're so gorgeous ahhh I wanna marry you 🥹

Kumudini, trying to save herself: ummm umm I- I can't marry for six months I'm doing a vrat 😭

Bitchass rajkumar: okk bbg I can wait for you for eternity what's six months to that 😩✨✋

(💀💀 that's legit a line from the book ok... 💀 And as much as I like the flirting romantic line he just said he's still a big long smelly piece of shit so I hate him)

......

And now back to patal palace, Upendro wakes up and is in deep depression cuz Kumudini is missing and even the mani that enables them all to get out and inside of lake is missing so he can't even go search for her.

He's literally in pieces, crying himself to madness in that lonely palace (ok yeah bro really loves his wife sigh... I just love him so much)

So now six months are going by and Kumudini is still kept hostage in that bitchass palace.

And this side Shonkor had returned to the lake side after months with those delegation party men and is waiting for Upendro and Kumudini to come out of the lake on the given date and time. But for obvious reasons non of them does that but who's gonna tell that to my baby boy sigh... 💀🤌

So he and the men he brought wait for them for some days camping in the lake side 🗿✨

......

But then one day he sees some randomass man of that kingdom going by and he asks

Shonkor: yoo dude why is there so much noice in this kingdom?? Is some festival going on?? (Cuz dude's been hearing shanai er awaj for the past days)

Dude: donchu know?? The rajkumar of this kingdom is getting married to the beautiful patal puri rajkonna...

Shonkor: .....

Shonkor: ohhh

(YEAH THOSE FUCKERS ARE FORCING MY GIRL TO GET MARRIED CUZ SIX MONTHS ARE ABOUT TO BE OVER)

And now Shonkor is like.... Damn something sus is going on and decides he'd go and investigate further cuz wtf?!?!

.....

So he goes to the city and just stays as a guest to a randomass brahmin's family to get more info

Shonkor: umm so... I heard the rajkumar is getting married to some patal puri rajkonna... Where did he find her??? 💀

Brahmin dude: ohhh yeah thats a really long story so atleast a year ago.... *tells the entire tale of bitchass rajkumar becoming depressed and muttering “where did she go??” and then buri mohila bringing Kumudini and etc etc*

Shonkor, internally fs: 💀💀💀💀 FUCK- GOTTA SAVE MAH GURL-

Shonkor: ohh umm achha... Ummm

Shonkor: so... Uhhh did the king get his daughter married to that buri mohila's son Fokir as promised...??

Brahmin dude: lmao nahhh that dude is a rastar pagol ahh person idt the king would keep his promise LOL

Shonkor: ahhh damn... How does he looks anyway??

Bhola bhala brahmin dude: hmmmm tbh he looks kinda like you... Just a little more mad and dirty and he roams around in torn clothes and all

Shonkor: ohhhh achha achha well thank you ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

......

So next day Shonkor is like dress up bitches ✨🗿💀 and find some chhera fata clothes and becomes Fokir 🗿 cuz ofc he's THE FRIEND IN NEED IS A FRIEND INDEED personified (he's my shona mona chader kona frrr ahhh)

And then he goes to that psycho bitchass buri's house during the evening cuz well buri must have cataract at that age and won't be able to tell properly if it's her son or some randomass dude 💀

So he goes infront of the buri's house and starts to 🕺🕺🕺✨ .... Yes... Dance 🗿🔥

Psycho buri: yoo Fokir you home??

Disguised Shonkor: ..hmm 💀

Psycho buri, rambling on: where tf do you stay you dumbass

Psycho buri: do you even have any idea I fixed your marriage with the rajkonna???

Psycho buri: you'll marry her right??

Disguised Shonkor: ..hmm 💀💀

And then she drags him inside not even knowing that it's not her son because well... As I said it's evening and she got cataract fs

Psycho buri: do you even know how I fixed your marriage??

Disguised Shonkor: 💀💀 ....no...

Pyscho buri: ok so listen...

And she PROUDLY tells him how she kidnapped an innocent maiden just like that and practically held her hostage so that people can force her in a marriage without her consent 🤡🤡 and then shows him that mani which she kept with her all this time

Shonkor internally: BITCH I WANNA BEAT YOU UP YOU HORRIBLE FUCKING WOMAN- 🥰🔪⚡🔥👹💀✨ (this is legit in the book ok)

Shonkor internally: gotta somehow.. anyhow get that mani out of your hands asap and save my bestie and return back to my boyfriend...

Psycho buri: ykww.... Fokir... You keep this mani with yourself... AND DON'T LOSE IT!

Disguised Shonkor: o.O ok... 💀

Psycho buri: now lessgo to the palace and meet that patal puri rajkonna

Disguised Shonkor: ...hmm

......

So she dresses him up in somewhat bhalo jama kapor and takes him to the palace, where the king dude does some khatir jotno 💀🤌 cuz yeah Fokir is gonna be his ghor jamai afterall... (like bro how tf did this bitch of a man even agreed to get his daughter married to a rastar pagol typa guy?? 😭 I hate him so much)

So whatever now Disguised Shonkor looks here and there and when the buri asks what's wrong. He does some ishara to that buri to say “where is Kumudini” and she goes “ohh yeah lets go see her” and takes him the chambers she's kept locked in.

They go by the gaurds who look at them like 🤨 but still lets them go cuz yeah one's a madman another's a buri mohila what can they do...

.....

Inside the chamber Kumudini bbg is still crying because ofcourse she would be

Psycho buri: ahh girll why do you keep crying?? You will literally marry the rajkumar he'd be such a nice husband...

Shonkor, internally: BITCH HOW'D YOU EVEN KNOW WHY MY PHUL JAISI LADKI IS CRYING YOU'RE THE REASON FOR THIS 🥰👹👺🔥🔪💀

So after sometimes buri mohila was like “lesgo home now” but disguised Shonkor refused to go anywhere and just shaked his head.

Buri was like “yeah if this bitch said no then I can not convince him, I'll just let him stay and hangout with Kumudini then...”

So she left and Fokir looking Shonkor stayed in the room with Kumudini who's still depressed and crying and what not.

.......

So late at night when everyone has already retired to sleep and all

Disguised Shonkor: yoo bestie can you recognise me???

Kumudini: wha- *looking closely* OHHH

then she just breaks down in more tears out of relief ig...

Kumudini: TAKE ME OUT OF HERE BY TONIGHT PLS PLS PLS BESTIE PLS 😭🙏

Shonkor, covering her mouth: shhh don't say that

Shonkor: dw da'lin I've found you now and I will get you out I promise 🥹🤌

Kumudini: okk bestie 🥹🥹

......

Now Disguised Shonkor keeps roaming around the place and doing his ✨🕺dance🕺✨ in front of the gaurd who suspect nothing cause he's a madman and he goes in and out of the palace quite a few time to gain their trust.

THEN when he's sure they will let him do anything he wants, he gets to Kumudini and tells her to dress as a man and then he takes her and they both escape from that hellhole 🗿🗿✨ (boi is so smart)

And they FINALLY get to the patal palace under the lake and see that Upendro is literally on the verge of his n'th mental breakdown.

Seeing his boyfriend and wife returning like that Upendro is like o.O And then Kumudini again starts to cry

Kumudini: I'M SORRY I WENT UP WITHOUT INFORMING AND ALL THIS HAPPENED WAHHHH 😭😭😭

Upendro: IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT THO WAHH 😭😭😭

Shonkor, awkward thirdwheeling most probably: ..... 🌝

Upendro: broooo you're my ultimate broooo come here 😭😭😭

And then they HUG 🗿✨ (and kiss ig)

.....

So now they all decide that “yeah let's get back home” (Upendro's kingdom) so they get out of that lake but to their surprise and horror all the people Shonkor brought to fetch them left lmao (like I wouldn't be waiting so long for them either) 💀💀

So they all get disappointed and starts to walk on their own like dumb bitches but obviously gets tired after quite some times so they decide they'd spend the night in that forest under a bigass tree.

......

Now under the tree as Upendro and Kumudini falls asleep and Shonkor is... Idk what he's doing he's just awake for some reasons ig... He hears two birds talking (bengoma bengomi reference yooo ahhh)

Husband birdy: yo wifey yk that montriputro Shonkor did so much to save the rajkonna and rajkumar but it's of no use...

Wife birdy: wot? why??

H. birdy: yeah see so when the king would send elephants and horses to fetch his son and daughter-in-law...

H. birdy: Upendro will fall down while climbing the elephant and die

W. birdy: 💀 what if someone doesn't let him climb the elephant??

H. birdy: ohh he'll be saved then

H. birdy: but then once at the kingdom, the shingho daar of the palace will fall on his head and he'll die

W. birdy: 💀💀 what if he doesn't goes from under the gate??

H. birdy: he will be saved but...

H. birdy: when he sits to eat at the feast, the fish bones from the machher matha would get stuck in his throat and he'd die

W. birdy: 💀💀💀 ...what if he doesn't eats the machher matha??

H. birdy: ohh he'll be saved then

H. birdy: but at night when he'll be sleeping next to Kumudini

H. birdy: a snake will come out of her nose and bite him and he'll die

W. birdy: 💀💀💀💀 what if someone kills the snake before it can bite Upendro??

H. birdy: then he will be saved...

H. birdy: BUT that person can't speak these words to anyone else or they'll become a stone statue

W. birdy: 💀💀💀💀💀 YO WTF

W. birdy: then is there no way to save that person???

H. birdy: yeah there is...

H. birdy: when Kumudini will give birth to her first born child

H. birdy: that first born child must be cut in half and it's blood must be poured on the statue for that person to again become a human

W. birdy: 💀💀💀💀💀💀

.......

So yeah Shonkor listens to those birdies for the entire night 💀💀💀💀 and goes “DAMN GOTTA SAVE MY MAN-” because obviously he's the greatest “friend” ever

Now in the morning Upendro and Kumudini wakes up and they all again start their lalala journey back to the kingdom. 💀

But comes across the king's send men on their way and they are all glad and then Upendro tries to climb the elephant

And Shonkor stops him 🗿

Shonkor: bestie lemme ride the elephant once pls 🥹

Upendro: ...

Upendro: ok :)

Upendro feels a little weird that Shonkor would ask something so out of the blue but lets him take the elephant ride anyway cuz anything for his boyfriend and Shonkor literally saved his and his wife's ass just recently. 🗿🗿✨🤌

.....

They get back to the kingdom, Upendro on the horse and Shonkor on the elephant (and Kumudini was in the palki ig I forgot lol)

But now when time came to cross the shingho daar

Shonkor: bestie pls break the door na 🥺

Upendro: 💀💀💀

Upendro: ok

Upendro starts to get a little annoyed but complies with everything Shonkor is asking cuz same reasons he can't deny his boyfriend, especially after he did so much.

So now they are all happy and everything coming back home and blah blah

But the same thing happens while they were eating, Shonkor notices that his boyfriend is served with that bigass rui machher matha and he's like

Shonkor: lemme eat that machher matha bestieee 🥺

Upendro: uhhhh

Shonkor: yaayyy thanks :3

Atp Upendro had started to get irritated cuz wtf is this son of a bitch (respectfully) doing.... Just because he saved their lives doesn't mean he owns them 💀💀💀🤌 but he still keeps quiet in the public to not cause any chaos.

......

Later time comes and Shonkor is like “ok bye darling I'm going home :D” (ufsos wo kabhi ho na saka...) but Upendro is still angry and he pretty much ignores his boyfriend... glad that he's finally going home 💀🥹🤌

BUT BUT BUT my sweet child of heavens Shonkor didn't went to his home... INSTEAD he literally went to Upendro's bedroom in secret and hid under the bed 💀💀💀

💀

Yeah....

So now later Upendro and Kumudini comes to the room and it's said they fall asleep after yk talking and stuff... But we all know that's not what happened right? 🗿💀 (Don't tell me I'm the only dirty minded bitch here I swear-)

......

Once Both Upendro and Kumudini are finally asleep, Shonkor crawls out from under the bed and stands at the corner with his sword like 🧍🤺

Then by midnight he notices some thread like stuff coming out of Kumudini's nose and he gets ready as that stuff slowly becomes a poisonous snek.

As soon as the snek tries to get close to Upendro and bite him, Shonkor is like 🗡️🐍🩸☠️ and kills it. But it's blood splashes all over Kumudini 💀🤌

So this dumbass bitch is like “yeah ykw it would be rude to let her sleep with blood on her face I should maybe clean it.."

BUT while he was trying to wipe of her face, Kumudini startled woke up and started to scream, which in term woke up Upendro 💀🤌

....

AS SOON AS Upendro is awake he's angry as fuck and starts to cuss at Shonkor 💀✨

Shonkor: pls don't misunderstand me lemme explain

Upendro: omg leave it Ik how you are

Upendro: you disgusting p.o.s

Shonkor: babe listen-

Upendro: I don't wanna listen

Shonkor: bestie I did it to save YOU

Upendro: SAVE ME? Save me from what? Stop lying

Shonkor: I- I can't say that I'll turn into stone

Upendro: idfc just tell me or I won't believe you EVER

Shonkor: you won't even believe even after I told I'll turn into stone.... 🥺😭😔

Shonkor: ....ok listen then.... 😔

.....

So now Shonkor starts to narrate whatever he heard from those birdies and both Upendro and Kumudini listens to him intently

By the time he told them about the elephant incident both his legs are stone, but Upendro insisted he continues... And by the time he's done telling till the machher matha incident he's all stone till his neck

Shonkor: you still wanna listen why I was in your room??

Upendro: yeah ofcourse duh I NEED to know the entire thing...

(I mean he got a point 💀 BUT DUDE YOUR BOYFRIEND IS TURNING INTO A STONE STATUE BRUH)

Shonkor: ok then 😔

Shonkor: BUT remember if you even want to turn me back... You will need to sacrifice your first born child and drench the statue in it's blood..

Shonkor: now listen....

And he tells them the entire thing and yeah... He's a stone statue now 🗿

Upendro and Kumudini now notices the cut up snake on the floor and they are like “damn buddy was telling the truth...” 💀💀

.....

So they both keep Shonkor's statue at a corner in their room from then on...

And soon Kumudini becomes preggo and in an year gives birth to a beautiful baby boy (whom I named Mukundo btw.... :D)

And then both of them are solemnly sitting in their room as Upendro takes little baby Mukundo in his arms and raises his sword AND- yeah... I ain't saying that.... 💀

The blood splashes all over Shonkor and in an instance he's back to normal.

......

The first thing Shonkor sees as he opens his eyes is Kumudini CRYING, SOBBING, SCREAMING IN DESPAIR and Upendro trying to comfort her through his own tears 💀💀

And Shonkor is now is despair and trauma because it's all because of him their baby is dead because of him.

He picks up Mukundo in a piece of cloth and RUNS to his own home, because he remembered his WIFE was a great devotee of maa Durga and perhaps she could help him... (YES YOU PEOPLE ALL THESE WHILE THIS MAN THIS DUDE THIS FUCKER WAS FUCKING MARRIED AND I WAS SHOOK)

But as he reached his home, he didn't knew what to do, so he ties the cloth which had Mukundo in it to the banyan tree in his backyard and goes inside trying to pretend everything is normal 💀🤌 (arre amar gadha reee)

.....

His wife (I named her Jogodomba hehe) is happy that he's back after so much time and it's all going good and well. But soon she starts to notice that something's wrong with her husband (fuck of Shonkor that' my wife, my woman, the love of my life 🗿🗿)

He'd sit quietly all day lost in thoughts and look really guilty and scared and sad and everything.

Jogodomba: hey... what's wrong...

Shonkor: ....nothing....

And she tries to ask him many times for the past days but when she sees nothings working she goes to the mondir to consult maa Durga (all problem one solution maa 🗿🗿✨✨)

Jogodomba: maa maa he's so weird these days he looks so sad and idk something is definitely wrong with that dude of mine... 💀🤌

Maa Durga: hmm I see... Go ask him tonight what's wrong and tell me tomorrow

Jogodomba: okk (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

.....

So FINALLY that night Shonkor at last tells bbg what's the matter as he have a emotional breakdown crying and all and Jogodomba goes to maa Durga the next day and tells everything to her 🗿

Maa Durga: ohh I see ok yeah bring the baby to me I'll revive him :D

And so Shonkor runs back to the tree and brings Mukundo and hands him over to Jogodomba who as soon as puts him near maa Durga's feet is back to being alive and well 🗿✨ (Joy Maa Durga 🙏✨🗿)

So now Shonkor runs back to the palace with Mukundo and hands him over to Kumudini and Upendro who are all SUPER GLAD to have their baby back alive and healthy

And Upendro hugs Shonkor crying saying how much of a great “friend” he is and how grateful he'd be to Shonkor for the rest of his life (I bet they kissed)

And happily even after Ig...? (Jogodomba is mine tho-)

.......

SOOO THAT'S IT. Amar kotha ti furalo note gach ti muralo....

And I'm so sorry these took sooo fucking long to post 😭🤌 I had been so stressed and busy this week trying to cope with school and shit that I got zero time to type and everything 😭😭

But here's it! The story that I wanted to retell... Hopefully... One day... 🥹🤌 But idk if that will ever happen LOL

So now coming to why I named my characters what I named them...

Shonkor and Upendro: well... They are inspired by Harihar 🗿✨ and their “we are the same we can't live without eachother we are eachother's heart” propaganda 🗿🤌 lol.... As I was once telling @igotadigbickandureadthatwrong

Kumudini: well... Kumudini means lotus so... Lotus = Kamala, hence Kumudini = Kamala/Lakshmi so Upendro's wife being her made sense to me... 💀🤌 Also because she's from patal in the story and that was also another iconic thing that matched with Lakshmi hahahaha

Jogodomba: well duhh obviously because she got that ✨special✨ connection with Maa Durga as we saw 🗿✨ and her husband is named fucking Shonkor so it only made sense right??? 🗿💅✨

(I am such a genius no?) so I got my own Shri-Hari-Har-Uma Quad now hahaha 💅✨

Also because Shonkor Jogodomba and Upendro were names that sounded bangali enough so I choose them specifically... Kumudini well.. since she's patalnivasini she is a little different then the rest ig...

Yaaa that's it LOL I hope y'all enjoyed it :D and lemme know how you liked it :))))

P.S. this silly doodle I made of Upendro and Shonkor one day hehe

[intimidaid]

the old cnscs can't come to the phone right now... “why”?

...because she's dead.

the new intimidaid blog intro!!

you can call me by my username, or you can call me isa, or izz(y), or any of my other nicknames, or just make a new nickname for me. i don't care what you call me!! i love nicknames. just call me ;>

buzzwords: she/they, bi, capricorn, feminist, pro lgbtqia+, 🕓 UTC+2/CEST

i've been on tumblr since september 2024, on a different account, lurking around shiftblr and loablr. just liking posts, never commenting or reblogging. i always kept any important posts in my drafts so i wouldn't lose them, but it got unorganised so i figured i'd just make a separate blog to repost things there— here, this blog. that makes this blog partially an archive of all shifting/manifesting advice, shifting/manifesting motivation, and shifting/manifesting success stories that i thought were helpful. but things change, and i talk a lot about my mha dr as well now.

i've been trying to shift on and off since early 2021. i've shifted quite a few times before (including to this reality, i'm not from here originally, hi!), but i won't be talking about how to shift much, since i don't really consider myself a guru(?). i do have my own shifting method that's been working well for me.

i started getting into manifestation in 2022, and i've manifested a lot by now. a lot of my manifesting successes were using subliminals and assuming it'd work/it was certain i'd get what i wanted. i've tried repeating affirmations, but those methods never worked for me, so i decided to learn more about the law of assumption, and i've been getting amazing results ever since.

ASKS !! ARE !! OPEN !! ASK ANYTHING YOU WANT & I'LL REACT !! I GIVE ADVICE; PEEP THE #cnscs advice TAG !! DMS !! ARE !! OPEN !! PLEASE TALK TO ME AS MUCH AS YOU WANT !! ABOUT SHIFTING/DRS ESPECIALLY, I LOVE RANTING ABOUT MY DR AND SEEING OTHERS DO THE SAME !!

#cnscs talks does not make sense anymore after the username change but these are posts in which i (predictably) talk. #cnscs success contains my manifesting and shifting success stories

#mha dr are posts about my main dr, otherwise known as "japan highschool (gossip girl x mean girls x victorious x akb48 x iz*one x no good nick x legally blonde x ginny & georgia x the babysitters club x gilmore girls x mha x blue period) dr" (fusion drs are life). it has a lot of lore, but its masterlist covers the basics. you can add yourself to it through this link

#dr ideas are posts about random ideas for drs i want to make but haven't scripted. think of these are dr drabbles rather than fully-fledged dr scripts.

i do have other drs but i never talk about them... my main mha dr, with all the messiness and the fusions and the several different media stolen, is my home, and it's the only dr i feel strongly about. feel free to ask about other drs though

siigghh. yeah. i do have opinions on shifters who don't use the same race as in their "original" reality. yeah, i did share them. yeah, you can have the link to it. other hot takes are listed under #my hot take (the hill i will die on)

💟 in remembrance of the @/cnscs brand and the old blog intro that came w/ it 💟

a/n: i've edited the most important posts to have working links, but if you click any links to/on my blog that don't work, replace "cnscs" in the link with "intimidaid" and it'll work. quick fix, next to no effort. feel free to let me know when a link breaks & i'll fix it

[admirationandromantics]

Teacher's Lounge

Another request! I'm thinking about not posting updates to anonymous requests, and instead just pasting said request in here? I'll tag you if you didn't ask anonymously. It's easier and more neat.

🍋‍🟩 Hear me out, Josh becoming a temporary teacher for film with his own office, he often let you study in there seeing as the campus didn’t have enough study space to accommodate everyone and you become quite overstimulated on a normal day (@b3rryb3t)

This is therefore maybe a teacher x student thing, but you're roughly the same age anyway (maybe 2 years difference), since he graduated before you and has already come out with his debut movie. You're still hanging out with the friend group as well.

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It’s hard to find good reading spots on campus. My messy room could be an option, but I can’t get inspired there. I need different surroundings than what I’m used to. Booked rooms are a no-go, especially now that exams are coming closer. They’re always booked, and everyone uses them. I’ve tried going to the library, but if there’s room, the place is never quiet. The librarians don't care. I get it though, everyone is stressed, and the only place you can work on a group assignment is the library. You have to talk, you have to discuss. This means that I’m still left without a spot to study. I’ve tried other libraries, other cafes and even at my friends place. Nothing works. Maybe there’s something in the other buildings? Somewhere quiet where I’ll feel content. 

The first building that comes to mind is the Teachers house. A large building with some group rooms and many small study sofas. Many of the teachers have offices there, but if I'm quiet, they won’t mind. These spots are usually also taken, but maybe I’ll have a chance if I’m quick. 

I walk down the hall, stopping when I see the old abandoned office. This room is usually always empty, waiting for someone to inhabit it. But it’s not empty anymore. The previously collected dust is cleaned away, the wood door has a new furnish and a brand new slide-on plate reads a familiar name. Joshua Washington. 

I widen my eyes in surprise, it cannot be. Why is he here? Didn’t he already finish his degree? He just finished his debut movie, which was excellent. I saw him at one of Emily’s parties too, which was not long ago. About three weeks. He looked good then, very good. Like he felt fulfilled and accomplished. He should feel good about himself. Not many people do that on their first big project. He did talk about a new job he got, but I assumed it was another film-related gig. Was this the job? 

My curiosity gets the better of me, and I carefully knock three times. The sound is beautiful, hard and dark wood which doesn’t vibrate as I hit it. I wait, hearing shuffling and metal clinking inside. 

“Um, yeah, come in!” 

I open the door, holding the handle hard. If I was wrong, then this would be an awfully awkward encounter. The door glides easily without making any sound. They have really improved this place. He lifts his head, meeting my stare as he does. A smile creeps on his face, eyes lighting up by the sight. I stand still, mouth agape and furrowed brows. He’s really here. 

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite student” 

“You teach here?” 

“As of this Monday, yes” 

I close the door behind me, looking around the room. It’s cozy, filled with family pictures and a couple of movie posters. His diploma is also on the wall. On one surface are many small film trophies from his childhood, and in front of all of them, the price he got last year for his first debut Hollywood movie. I look around in awe, the yellow light making everything feel so professional and real. 

“And by the way, I’m not your student, I take another course” 

“That can’t stop me from stating that you’re in a superior’s office” 

“How did you get this job?”

“They offered it to me”

“Just out of nowhere? You don’t have experience in teaching. You’re not even a professor” 

“I guess my talent shines through”

I look at him and his smug face. He’s leaning back in the roller chair, feet upon his desk. Everything here is so neat, so unlike him. He also loves being able to joke like this, but honestly, I’m still surprised by the circumstances. He made one movie, and now, the university wanted him to teach a course? 

“If I know you correctly, you’ll probably be fired by the next month” 

“And why’s that?”

I take a seat in front of him, not surprised that the chair is lower than him. Oh, how he loves his power trips. The chair is comfortable, and suits the surroundings, but I feel small. 

“Because you can’t keep your hands to yourself” 

“That’s true” 

“There’s only a question about time, when will you fuck one of your students, and when will you get caught” 

He laughs, shaking his head as he fiddles with an expensive ball pen. He looks at me in disbelief, maybe a little surprised that I said exactly what I thought. 

“Who’s to say I haven’t done it already?” 

“One week into the job?” 

“Maybe” 

“You’re disgusting, Washington” 

“That’s Mr. Washington to you” he corrects, pointing at me with the same pen. I smile at him, almost unable to hide my laughter. 

“I’m not gonna start calling you that” 

“Ugh, damn you” 

A slight silence follows, and analyse his desk. Many, many pens, his laptop, a stack of papers and a couple of memory sticks. Again, everything is so neat. It makes me feel weird. 

“By the way, I actually haven’t had a teacher-student relationship” 

“You shouldn’t” I quickly shoot back. It would not be a good idea. Being in the filming industry is hard in itself, but he also has a shot of doing something more. This was not something to take lightly. 

“At least not gonna with my own students” 

“Jesus Chris Josh”

He laughs again, loving my overdramatic reactions. He knows what gets me to tip over, how to make me irritated and upset. Of course he’ll use it to his advantage. 

“Anyways, what are you doing here? Isn’t your building on the other side of campus?” 

I sigh loudly, leaning back in the chair and letting my head fall back. I’m tired, exhausted even. But just two more weeks, and I’ll be finished with the exams. My diploma isn’t far away. 

“Trying to find a study spot, but everywhere is taken”

“Why don’t you just use your dorm?”

“Easy for you to say, you never lived in one”

He leans back, furrowing his brows and being deep in thought. 

“You could sit here?” 

I look up, surprised by the offer. Is that even okay, am I, as a student, allowed to do that? I think about it, the place is quiet, cozy and a completely different atmosphere than usual. It could work. 

“Can I?” 

“Of course, it wouldn't be the first time you’ve been in my quarters” he teases, leaning back over the desk. 

“Haha, very funny, but are you serious?” 

“Yeah, I mean, my students usually don’t come here, too busy actually understanding the material, compared to some” he points at me and my backpack. I roll my eyes. 

“Well, if getting my degree consisted of knowing the on and off button of a camera, I would excel at it”

“Careful, or you might not get to study here” 

“Okay, okay, sorry. You’re an accomplished producer and teacher who’s totally awesome” 

“And you have to call me Mr. Washington”

I scoff at his request, shaking my head. He’s still smiling, biting casually into his lower lip. 

“I draw the line there”

“Fine”

I take up my laptop, immediately starting to type. This was gonna be great. Might have some negative effects though. We’ve got a history. Too much time spent together has usually led to more uncivilised activities, but that’s not something I have to worry about now. 

***

The weeks pass, and I truly enjoy his company, even if it’s in silence. He’s busy grading papers and making schedules. I’m prepping for my exams, writing, reading, and memorising. Everything was going great, and the day of the exam finally came. 

I took one look over the questions, and my heart fell. What the hell was this? I did my best, drawing out a mind map to help me refresh my memory. It actually went quite well, if I do say so myself. Not the best, but I’m definitely not failing. 

I walk down the hall yet again, not bothering to knock on Josh’s door. His head rises, noticing my presence, and he smiles. God I love how he smiles. 

“So, how did it go?” 

I close the door, biting my lip as I turn to face him again. He looks up expectantly, eyes big and round. He rises, walking around the desk to face me. 

“It went great!” I blurt out excitedly, arms going out. He smiles, meeting me in a hug as I throw my arms around him. His hands go to my waist, pulling me closer against him. I bury my face in his neck, warm skin against mine, smelling his expensive cologne. 

“See, you just needed a place to study”

“I indeed did”

We break apart a little, arms still holding tight so none of us leaves. He leans in, eyes lowering to my lips. I know what’s about to happen, it has happened a million times before. In his bedroom, a couple of random bathrooms, the mountain lodge, but never in an office. My finger finds its way to his lips, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Mr. Washington, what do you think you’re doing?” 

“Just celebrating” he whispers against my finger, hand going up to take it away. He finds his way to the back of my head, tangling in my hair as he pulls me closer. 

“You can get in trouble”

“Never stopped us before”

His breath feels hot against my skin, head getting dizzy and body warmer. How long were we going to keep this thing alive? 

“Fuck it” I whisper against him, capturing his lips on mine.

[little-one-eyed-monsters]

With this whole Smartboom situation, I fully believe that Grand Ivory Record broke their contract and now they're realizing that they're screwed due to it. I'm seeing Chinese fans are planning to boycott Smart's next event. I just don't get why they broke it like they sign a 5 year contract for headliner th to manage Smart's acting career. I also do believe that Taili Entertainment or Headliner th did try to fine smart due to being ill that one time. This whole situation is a mess and I'm hearing that the CEO of Grand Ivory Record is a wierdo which makes sense since Chinese fans have been cursing that company before this mess happens. Grand Ivory Record is Smarts biggest enemy, because this whole mess started with the company making an announcement that they will be manging him by himself on May 12th bringing this issue to the public. I'm also hearing on Twitter that this happen with his previous pairing, SmartJames. My mind is all over the place. I don't know what to think of it.

I've been seeing all these allegations about the GIR CEO being a creeper especially towards Smart, with all sorts of screenshots of her private messages sent to fans, and her deleted posts as proof on X (that I won't be putting on here because I really don't want to turn my blog into lawsuit fodder), so I decided to do a little snooping of my own on her PUBLIC accounts that she posted herself (you're free to look around yourself, they're EVERYWHERE at this point).

And I just gotta say, the Chinese fans may be on to something, because this:

What prince? Ma'am, this is a Wendy's 😅🤣

I know fans repost and share photos of their faves sleeping, and I know captions like these are common in the fandom, but TIME AND PLACE ma'am, time and place. You're his boss. You pay his salary. He is very young ma'am. What kind of a weirdass post is this?!

(Also is this your house? Please for the love of God tell me this isn't your house ma'am. I am this close to dialing a hotline. Yeah I know you tagged a cafe but what kind of a cafe has a bed, and where do I find it? 😅)

But never mind me, I'm just a tiny voice on Tumblr, the C-fandom's got this. I am once again in awe and deathly afraid of that corner of the internet.

(As to the fine asked by WeTV when Smart was absent from their react, I absolutely believe that because this is a common industry practice, even in my country. Artists get paid per appearance, and sponsors often pay in advance with terms pre-arranged with artists' management. Not showing up (even if he was sick, poor kid) is a contract breach, and fines are required because sponsors LOSE money from audiences when a brand ambassador doesn't show up to promote (even if it was just a react video. They still had sponsors). This is why some Thai actors like Gun Attaphan or just recently, Fort Thitipong, show up to brand-sponsored events even if they're very sick (Fort broke his leg accidentally and still stayed until the end because he HAD TO).

I'm not saying that Smart should have showed up even though he was sick (because dear God it really wasn't his fault, these things happen. He's a human being). It's just that fines for non-appearance is a COMMON industry practice and studios ARE PREPARED FOR THIS (studios actually do have an emergency fund for incidents like these. It only becomes an issue if it happens all the time). Headliner probably paid the fine to the sponsors, and asked GIR for their cut (they share management of Smart, so it would make sense that GIR had to pay a part of the fine, too). The fact that this CEO is complaining about it is the funny bit.

[stellacartography]

@fluffbruary fun continues

Day 9 Accept | Icy |Ornament

Greg sat back and drained his glass. His face looked flushed in the firelight.

Mycroft followed suit, willing the drink and the fire to thaw the solid icy block lodged somewhere in his midsection.

"While I am grateful for your transparency, Lestrade, I will not require that level of detail regarding my brother's sexual activities in the future."

Lestrade laughed. "You're joking! You once tried to bribe me to spy on your brother for you, now here I am offering you the juiciest gossip straight from Baker Street and you're trying to put me off. Not a chance, Mycroft. I had to witness it, you get to suffer with me. Misery loves company."

"Indeed," Mycroft said, taken aback. "Well, Greg, I might be required to ask why such a happy occasion warrants such misery."

Lestrade looked uncomfortable. "Wait, have I not called you Mycroft to your face before now?"

"You have not. Although I suppose it is warranted as we have become..."

"Because I do it all the time in my head. I mean, we are..."

"Drinking companions?" Mycroft offered.

"Friends?" suggested Greg simultaneously. "If you're amenable," he added, concern folding his features into a slight frown.

"I am." Mycroft surprised himself with the speed of his own response. "I would like to think of you that way."

Greg let out a relieved little laugh. "Oh, yeah. That's good." He chuckled again, a little awkward, but mostly endearing, boyish grin hijacking his face and making him look ten years younger. "To answer your question, it's not that I'm not happy for them, it's just... It's Sherlock, you know? And he's great, of course, but not always with... people."

"Ah, and seeing him arrive at something of a destination with Doctor Watson is..."

"Nice. It's... good. For them. It just makes me wonder what I'm doing wrong." Greg was compellingly honest in his mild inebriation. "Been trying to find time and energy to date since the divorce. It hasn't come to much."

"It is rather disconcerting to know that Sherlock’s particular brand of dramatic misanthropy has brought him to such a satisfying conclusion."

"That's it. He's such a git and yet he's sorted himself and John just like that." Greg snapped his fingers and reached for the bottle.

"Perhaps," Mycroft said loud enough to stay Greg's hand, "you would care to join me at my home. I have a small home theatre and a rather extensive film collection."

"I– You mean now?"

"Yes. At least there I can offer you a proper meal to accompany your drink."

"Oh," Greg said softly. "I'd like that."

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[skyesblue]

*Checks the wrestlers that you are okay with writing*

*Sami Zayn's there*

*SAMI ZAYN'S THERE?!*

Hi if you're still doing request and not busy at the moment could you please write some Sami fluff (No smut involved)? And please tag me if you do:) @the-hell-hydra

Sami Zayn: It’s Always You

Summary: Y/n is Sami’s safe place while he is dealing with the Bloodline drama and while he tries to make everyone have peace with each other he looses Kevin Owens in the process so Sami goes to his only safe space; Y/n. (Ofc I gotta do my boy Sami!) Wwe owns the Bloodline storyline!!

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This all started when you and Sami were on the Smackdown brand, Nick pitched the idea for Sami to join the bloodline for awhile but you wasn't too fond of the idea; but knowing how Sami loves to please people, he agreed to do it;

You looked over at Sami "Babe are you sure about doing this?"

"Yes, Y/n" Sami answered as he started put tape on his wrists

"Sami I'm not sure about you doing this, what if they come after me just because I'm your girlfriend"

"Don't worry Y/n, I won't let them go near you" Sami tells you as he kisses your head then walks out his locker room

You sighed as you sat on the couch to watch the show, you saw on the TV as he walked into the Bloodline's locker room which made you face palm; you love Sami but sometimes he does things without thinking about what could happen after.

"Roman, how you doin?" Sami asks as the Bloodline look at him weirdly

"Hey, good to see you. Can I start first and foremost by saying I acknowledge you, I do. I acknowledge you I gotta say I'm a big fan, the stuff you have been doing recently with all the smashing and superman punching; it is great. You know there is no dispute Roman Reigns; head of the table no question about it, you know what some people sometimes forget that Sami Zayn in addition to being the master strategist, is also the locker room leader"

Jey and Paul look at Sami weird as Roman looks down at the ground

Sami continued talking "Yeah and you got your locker room here you're not worried about all these things that's fine, but I actually hear and see everything that's going on out there. Just let me give you an example; earlier I happen to catch Drew McIntyre getting real chummy with RK-Bro, RK-Bro have a title unification match with the Usos if I'm not mistaken, right? Well now all of the sudden now they're going to be lumberjacks in my match tonight, It's really unbelievable"

Sami took a breath before he continued, "Um, look I would never snitch, I'm not a rat; that's just not who I am. But, I I happen to hear them say some very disrespectful things about your entire family. Really, I- It's, Look I guess, I guess this all brings me to a little bit of a proposal, okay? See my name, my reputation, as of late has taken hit after hit; and now it's even worse because people actually think I'm afraid of Drew McIntyre, which I am not. What I need more than anything is to beat Drew McIntyre, to regain my creditably, to regain my respect I am owed. I need to beat Drew McIntyre, so I guess what I'm getting at is that if there was some way maybe I could get help with that? Well, I would be more than happy to help out in return"

As Sami left the Bloodline locker room Roman can be seen thinking about what Sami said, fast forward to May 27th you was talking to Sami as the Usos stopped in front of you guys. You looked over at Sami;

"I'll talk to you later" you rubbed his arm and smile before walking away

"Love you" Sami called out after you

"I love you too" you said before you turned the corner

The camera comes into view as the segment begins while Sami speaks first, "Now I feel like I'm putting in a lot of work here, and I'm just not sure if I'm getting the same level of respect back, okay? So we don't need to keep doing this you can just tell me the truth here, what do you think of me? I mean what am I to you? 'Cause this is what I'm thinking, okay? What if, I don't know, What if I joined up with the Bloodline?"

Jey laughed as Sami continued "No, I'm not, I understand you guys are blood, it's fine. It's fine, I don't mean, what if I was I don't know like a honorary member? "

"Sure, honorary Uce" Jimmy says looking at Sami

"Yeah?" Sami asks happily

"Yeah, why not?" Jimmy looks at Jey

Sami points at Jimmy then at Jey "You're a smart man, you guys are smart, this is the right choice, this is the right choice" Sami says the last part pointing to the titles on their shoulders

"Listen, you need anything I got you, okay? And if I ever need anything-"

"You ain't even gotta say it Uce" Jimmy cuts off Sami

"I got you Uce" Sami tells them as they walk into the Bloodline locker room

Sami walks into his locker room to see you sitting on the couch so he kisses your head before sitting down, you look over at Sami;

"Babe, are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?"

"Yes Y/n, I know" he held your hand rubbing it to reassure you he knew what he was doing

"I'm trusting you about this Sami"

On June 3rd, the camera was in the sound truck on Sami; he played Roman's theme to distract Riddle so Jey could get the three count. Sami was acting a fool bouncing around when Jey got the three count, he made you chuckle as you watched it on the TV in the catering area by yourself.

August 5th, Sami was talking to the Usos in the hallway; "I gotta go talk to Roman now before he has to go out there, okay?"

Jey paced around as Jimmy looks at Sami to speak "Look Uce, it ain't going to happen tonight"

"Oh my god, are you kidding me?" Sami threw his hands up in the air

"I'm just-" Jimmy starts but Sami cuts him off

"Come on man, you're giving me the run around all night. Come on man am I apart of this group or not? Am I not the honorary Uce?"

Jey snaps "You want the truth? The truth is the Bloodline leveled up at Summer Slam bruh, Roman two titles, the Usos four title. If you don't start pulling your weight around here, Uce we gonna make you take that shirt off real soon."

After he spoke he walked away so Jimmy looks at Sami and shakes his head. After that the past few weeks Sami has been taking hit after hit; whether it's a claymore from Drew, harsh words from Jey Uso, hits from their opponents, yelling from Roman, etc. Sami was getting tired but he promised to never go back on his word. Sami got the 'Honorary Uce' shirt and you loved to see his smile but that gut feeling from the start never left. You didn't know to either be sacred for him because of the gut feeling or feeling fine because he was smiling.

It now was now October 28th and after his promo with the Bloodline he came back to his personal locker room to spend time with you, with everything going on with the Bloodline he just lost his best friend Kevin Owens;

"Ucey? Really?" You ask with a chuckle as he walked in

He shared a chuckle with you as he kissed you on the head to greet you

"Y/n I need to talk"

"You know I'm always here, what's going on?" you stopped getting ready and turned to him

"I don't know if I can do this anymore; I just lost Kevin, I'm constantly getting hurt taking the bullet for them, and getting treated like I'm nothing. I know I'm the honorary Uce but I still feel like what I'm not doing is enough and will never be enough for them" he sighs looking at you

"Sami love, I told you from the start about how I felt about you doing this storyline and you should've listened to me but what's done is already done. Sami you are smart and you know that so do what you feel is right, and for Kevin you can't really blame him look at what y'all did to him. That's something you and Kevin are going to have to work out personally"

After Survivor Series Sami has been going through hell, it's like he was brainwashed by Roman and Sami stayed because of his word. Sami went through a trial with the Bloodline on Smackdown which was also stressing him out but he kept it a secret because he didn't want you to worry about him. One good thing is Jey finally came around to liking Sami which took some stress off of him but knowing Roman he still needed to keep his guard up.

Fast forward to the Royal Rumble Sami was being pushed around and treated like a dog which upset you, you sighed as you watched on the tv;

"Listen to your heart Sami" you said out loud as you continued to watch

"OH MY GOD!" you covered your mouth as you watched Sami smack Roman in the back with the steel chair

You was shocked but happy he followed your advice even though he couldn't hear you. After that Sami could be seen talking to Jey for the past few weeks on Smackdown that eventually led up to Sami fighting Roman Reigns at Elimination Chamber, which Sami got beat up but like always you was still proud of him for standing his ground; but the storyline with the Bloodline was far from being done with. Jey recently turned on Sami and the betrayal he felt hurt his heart but Cody Rhodes came down to the ring to stop the Usos from jumping Sami.

Now all Sami has is you and Cody, but you kept an close eye on Cody because of everything that Sami has been through you can't trust anyone who comes to him to help him. But one person you always trusted was Kevin Owens because of how close both of your families are outside of wrestling, and right before Wrestlemania Kevin came back and forgave Sami and they challenged the Usos for both tag titles.

It's Wrestlemania 39 night 1 and you are watching Sami and Kevin on the TV by the curtain, Sami gave Jey three helluva kicks while Kevin gave Jimmy a stunner when he tried to get in the ring to save Jey. Sami pinned Jey getting the 3 count making him and Kevin win the tag titles for the very first time, they were emotional in the ring while you was emotional backstage being so happy for Sami. They came backstage still emotional and you was the first person that Sami went to;

"I'm so proud of you baby" you cried as you hugged Sami

Sami hugged you back and poured out all his emotions to you before letting go, Kevin walked to you giving you a hug too while he was still also emotional.

"Congrats you deserve this too Kev, I'm proud of you guys" you smiled hugging Kevin

"Thank you" Kevin told you as he let go of the hug

After they won the tag titles you guys watched the cracks start to form in the Bloodline, the Usos constantly started to disappoint Roman over and over again weekly; now Sami and Kevin are done with the Bloodline at least for now. Sami and Kevin been busy defending their tag titles but they lost them to the Judgement Day in September of '23 in a street fight.

It's now the year of 2024 and Sami was seen talking to Jey one week then talking to Solo the next, this is the last thing that you wanted him to do; getting involved with the Bloodline drama again. Did Sami listen? Nope, at Crown Jewel he got involved in the Bloodline's match to help Roman and the Usos but he accidentally kicked Roman, so the following Smackdown they talked it out and stood together again as the 'Og Bloodline'.

CM Punk was introduced into the drama because of the War Games match that was coming up, the 'Og Bloodline' needed a fifth member so Paul Heyman called Punk and he accepted. Now Sami being in the 'Og Bloodline' has it's perks; with you being Sami's real life girlfriend, they also looked out for you while Sami is helping them again. But they agreed to one condition which was you wanted nothing to do with the Bloodline drama and for them to protect Sami; that was the only way you would accept their protection proposal. After the 6man tag that happened in January 2025 Sami's part was finally over.

You looked over at Sami, "It's over, I don't want you in no more of this Bloodline stuff. It's done Sami, now it's time to just focus on yourself because I don't want you breaking your back for them and them not returning the favor"

"For now you have my word"

"For now is better than never"

[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 5069

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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10.

OMNISCIENT Yasmine's car accident occurred seven to eight months ago, and she has made significant progress in her healing journey. However, she has not been in contact with Jey since their breakup, which was primarily due to her focus on her mental health.

She has returned to work and is exceeding her own expectations. At the performance center, she was energetically moving between the ropes, focusing on her cardio workout.

As she paused to catch her breath, she reached for her water bottle. It was at that moment she heard someone calling her name. Turning around, she spotted Trinity and Bianca entering the room.

"Hey, baby girl!" Trinity greeted her as she gave her a warm hug.

"Hey, ya'll, how y'all been?" She asked.

"We've been doing well. Just come to check up on you and see how you're doing," Yasmine nodded her head, smiling at them.

She packed her things in her gym and walked with Trinity and Bianca to chat it up with each other. They all sat down together at the table, drinking their drinks.

"So, have you spoken with him?" Bianca asked as Yasmine shook her head.

"No, I haven't spoken to him in a while. Why?" Yasmine said.

Bianca shook her head. "I was just trying to figure out what was going on with you two." Yasmine did miss him dearly. She even started to have nightmares at night, feeling scared she missed being around his presence.

But to her, he was too intoxicated for her, "now I would be lying if I didn't say that I miss him, guys," Yasmine confessed as Bianca and Trinity looked at her.

"We understand, girl, hundred percent. We know you do, but Minks, you had to do what was necessary, even if I did hurt for a while," Bianca said as she agreed with them.

"But enough about him. So, girl, all of us were planning to head to the club tonight. Are you down?"

"Hell, yeah, I need to leave the house anyway," Yasmine said as they laughed together.

✧˚° Yasmine stepped out of the performance center and slid into her brand-new car, which she had bought just last month. She tossed her gym bag and purse onto the backseat before turning the ignition to life.

While she did that, she felt her phone buzzing. Seeing that Jonathan had texted her, she picked up her phone and read the message.

Big Jim 🩸 sent a message.

IMESSAGE 💬 Big Jim🩸: Wassup Minks! I was just checking up on you since I haven't seen you last time Yasmine🩵: I'm doing well Jon thanks for asking Big Jim🩸: you still coming to the club with us later on? Yasmine🩵: yeah, ofc! I need to be out the house anyways Yasmine🩵: are you and Josh good? Big Jim🩸: yeah, we good have yall spoken to each other since? Yasmine🩵: No we haven't I do miss him tho, how is he if I may ask? Big Jim🩸: he's doing well honestly he become a singles champion and just been chilling also if you wanted to know or if you care him and that girl Liv are no more Yasmine🩵: really? That's interesting what happened? Big Jim🩸: he found out that she was just with him for his money so he cut things off with her Yasmine🩵: that's crazy Jon Big Jim🩸: he's fine tho Yasmine🩵: that's good honestly I'm happy for him Big Jim🩸: yeah me too but I'll holla at you later minks Yasmine🩵: kk

Yasmine arrived home safely at last. After turning off her car, she collected her purse and gym bag from the backseat before closing the door behind her. Once she unlocked her apartment door, she slipped off her shoes and set her gym bag down on the floor.

Yasmine had finally secured her own apartment after leaving Montez and Bianca's place, eager to embrace her newfound independence. She made her way to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator to retrieve the leftovers from the previous night's meal.

As she waited for her food to heat up in the microwave, she casually scrolled through her social media feed, checking in on what everyone was up to. It was during this moment that she noticed Jey, and her attention was instantly captured.

He was shirtless, holding his IC champion around his shoulders, all wet, and looking good. She was happy that he was doing well and being happy without even paying attention; she liked his story.

Before she could proceed with her thoughts, she heard the microwave beeping, signaling that the food was done heating up.

She grabbed her food from the microwave and something to drink before heading inside the living room.

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: omg girl you gonna have to let me come visit your living room is cute asf and cozy jonathanfatu replied to your story: when did yo' ass get a crib sis? MontezFordWWE replied to your story: can't believe you moved out 🥲🥲 trinity_fatu replied to your story: we gotta have a mini sleep over girl tiffanywwe replied to your story: omgggg girl I love your living room uceyjucey replied to your story: damn you living good girl

She saw that Jey had responded to her story, but it didn't bother her in the slightest. She was engrossed in her favorite Netflix series, Bridgerton, which she adored, particularly for its steamy scenes.

While enjoying her dinner, she kept a close eye on the clock, knowing she needed to prepare for a night out at the club with Bianca and the others.

After months of silence and separation, she felt a wave of anxiety wash over her at the thought of seeing Jey again. Yet, deep down, she recognized that she was still on her journey of healing from her past trauma.

Yasmine successfully obtained a restraining order against Carmelo, ensuring that if he approaches her, he will face termination from the company. She felt a sense of relief and satisfaction that Paul finally took action to protect her.

After finishing her meal, she headed upstairs to her bedroom, eager to select the perfect outfit for a night out with her friends. She was looking forward to enjoying every moment of their time together.

She just purchased a two-piece denim ensemble that fit her figure perfectly, laying it on the bed as she reached for her towel.

✧˚° Yasmine applied a final layer of lip gloss, perfecting her makeup, before reaching for her phone to check the time. It was nearly time to head out and meet Bianca and the others at the club.

She picked up her purse and keys, taking careful steps down the stairs in her heels before heading out the door and sliding into her car.

When she put the address on her maps she began driving towards the destination, Yasmine was vibing out to some music while fluffing her curly hair.

To be honest, she felt a bit anxious about the upcoming meeting, as it would be the first time she and Jey would reunite. She just hoped that nothing unexpected would occur between them.

As she gazed up at the sky, the vibrant hues of the sunset painted a beautiful scene around her. With that breathtaking view in mind, she finally arrived at her destination, spotting Bianca patiently waiting for her.

When they made eye contact with each other her and Bianca waved at each other. Yasmine parked her car while turning it off before exiting out her car with her purse.

"Oh my goodness girl, you look so fucking sexy in this outfit!" Bianca exclaimed as she hugged Yasmine.

"Why, thank you dearest, you should take my pictures so I can post it on my story," Yasmine commented on as Bianca nodded her head while using yasmine's phone to take her pictures.

After snapping some photos, she and Bianca headed into the club, which was absolutely packed. They were fortunate to even get inside, given how crowded it was.

They were both passing through the crowd as Bianca was holding her hand making sure that she didn't get lost.

Yasmine felt a jolt of surprise as she reached their table, her heart racing at the sight of the person she had severed all connections with. He looked incredibly handsome, effortlessly stylish with his red cup in hand, and his fit physique only added to the intensity of the moment.

Jey sported an all-black ensemble, complemented by stylish panda dunks. His look was further enhanced by a striking Cuban silver chain and a sleek silver Rolex adorning his wrist.

The intricate detail of his mullet, featuring a fade at both ends, captivated her attention until Trinity's voice broke through her thoughts.

"Yasmine? You good?" She asked.

"Y-yeah I'm fine tell yo' fat head ass husband to move over so I can sit with y'all," Yasmine said as Jonathan turned his head quick when she said that.

"Little girl I know you ain't talking—" before he could finish trinity popped him upside the head telling him to scoot over.

"you ain't have to hit me Trin," He muttered before rolling his eyes.

Yasmine settled into her seat, making herself comfortable as she poured a drink. In one swift motion, she downed the beverage, quickly following it with her chaser.

The Dj started to play don't tell em as Bianca and Trin got up from their seats heading towards the dance floor.

"C'mon Minks!" Bianca shouted as Yasmine followed them to the dance floor, they were all dancing with each other having a good time.

Yasmine started to throw it back as Bianca and Trinity were hyping her up while she dropped it down low.

She had them Megan Knees for sure.

She sensed a gaze fixed on her, and when she turned, she caught Jey looking at her intently, his lips glistening as he licked them.

The way he was looking at her made her uneasy, so she averted her gaze and concentrated on her friends instead. She watched Trinity dancing playfully, and the laughter of the group filled the air, momentarily easing her tension.

JEY She looked absolutely stunning in that outfit, and it hit me just how much I've missed having her beautiful presence in my life. Since we ended things a few months back, I've really transformed. I can genuinely say that I've missed her more than I expected.

I had broken things off with me and Liv after finding out she was with me for my money and messing around with some dude name Dominick after that it made me realize that I fucked up badly with Yasmine.

My thoughts were interrupted by my twin brother nudging me on the shoulder catching my attention.

"You goin' to get her back or what Uce?" Jon asked me as I looked toward Yasmine's way then back to Jon.

"Honestly I don't know man, what if she still needs time? I mean I'm willing to wait I just don't wanna hurt her again," I confessed not sure of what to do right now.

I heard my brother sighing, "Look you've changed since then aight? you can win her heart back, lemme' see if the Dj can change the music to get the vibe right," I listen to him while nodding my head before placing the red cup on my lips taking a sip of water.

My eyes couldn't leave her direction seeing her sway her hips and bouncing that ass of hers just made me want to snatch her little ass up but that had to wait.

That's when I heard the music changing seeing the girls facial expressions changed into an annoyed one, they were playing Million By Tink one of Yasmine's favorite songs.

I chuckled to myself while thinking 'I see what you did there Twin,' I saw that Yasmine was all by herself while Bianca and Trinity came back to the table.

I couldn't bear the thought of her being alone, so I took a final sip from my cup before setting it aside and making my way to her.

Trin and Them caught on, saying, "They're about to kiss and make up, just wait and see." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Trin's comment. As I approached her, I made sure not to startle her; I gently wrapped my arms around her waist, which made her jump slightly.

Until I wrapped my arms around her waist before whispering in her ear, "it's okay mama it's just me relax," she did what she was told to do as her body relaxed in my arms.

'Your love is a one in a million It goes on and on and on You give me a really good feeling All Million, million'

As we moved together, the rhythm of our bodies created an electric connection, her movements igniting feelings within me. Yet, I was determined to tread carefully, not wanting to jeopardize the bond we were building once more.

I gently pressed my lips against her neck, a tender gesture that likely sent ripples of sensation through her, prompting her to turn and meet my gaze.

She was so fucking gorgeous I could just say fuck it and take her ass home but I wanted us to have this moment together it was something very needed.

"If I'm being honest, I've missed you Yasmine like so much," I confessed.

"I missed you too Josh, but I'm doing better than I was last time," she said as she turned around now facing me with her arms wrapped around my neck.

Our eyes locked for a moment, and I found myself drawn to her lips before returning my gaze to her captivating eyes.

"You look so sexy tonight it's killing me right now," she raised an eyebrow at me while having a grin on her face.

"Well I wore this for you but to look good of course," we both chucked at each other before she laid her head on my chest.

Being in her presence again was an incredible feeling; the way we intertwined felt destined, as if we were truly meant for one another.

'A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you'

She clasped her tiny hands within my larger ones, swaying her hips to the rhythm as she sang the lyrics directly to me.

'Cause you touch my spirit, can you feel it, give me that There's a passion for it, can't ignore it, give me that, love 'Cause your love give me goosebumps Your the right one when I need some, I call you Real love never gives up on a Tuesday If it does rain, you come through'

'Your love's like a big hug on a bad day Just what I need in my life You're one in a million When I wake what's the first thing on my mind'

She made eye contact with me before singing, "your love is like my drug, I can't live without it, that's just what you do to me boy," Yasmine serenaded as I turned her around causing her to throw it back on me which caught me off guard.

We heard The girls hyping her up as she hid her face while giving them the middle finger, my hands were on her hips as she continued to dance on me. I wanted to tapped that ass but Montez was here so I didn't do it.

Yasmine was getting me all bricked up in my jeans, I'd adjust myself quick letting her continue to be herself with me.

"For your love I'd proudly climb a mountain," she continued to sing to me which made me chuckle.

"You gonna climb a mountain for my love huh? you something else girl," I replied turning her body around so she could be facing me placing my hands on her butt keeping them rested there

'That's just what you do to me boy You are, yeah, yeah, you are One in a million, one in a million, one in a million to me You are, yeah, yeah, you are One in a million, one in a million, one in a million to me'

"Josh?" She called for me.

"What's up mama?"

"Can we like take things slow this time? I feel like we moved way too fast last time," I nodded my head listening to her request knowing how things ended between us.

"You know I got'chu little mama, I'm a different man than I was before let me take care of you aight?" I said softly as she gazed up at me with her innocent eyes.

'Goes on and on and on (Somethin' you do to me) Goes on and on and on (Somethin' you do to me) Goes on and on and on (Somethin' you do to me) On and on and on (Somethin' you do to me)'

I placed a soft kiss on her forehead as she laid her head onto my chest yet again as we continued to vibe out for the night.

As the night came to a close, I noticed that Yasmine and the girls had indulged a bit too much. Taking it upon myself to ensure Yasmine got home safely, I gently lifted her and guided her to her car. With her keys in hand, I unlocked the door, ready to help her settle in.

I carefully settled her into her seat, securing the seatbelt around her and draping a blanket from the backseat over her. It's essential to always have that blanket on hand for moments like this.

I secured it around her body before closing the door. Then, I slid into the passenger seat, started the engine, and carefully backed out of the parking lot, driving away.

✧˚° OMNISCIENT Jey arrived at Yasmine's apartment complex, smoothly parking her car and shutting off the engine. As he stepped out, his gaze fell upon her, serene and asleep. He couldn't resist the urge to tenderly stroke her cheek, cherishing the moment.

He stepped out of the car and made his way to her side, opening the door and gently unbuckling her seatbelt. As he lifted her effortlessly, Jey took her purse and slung it over his shoulder, ensuring she was comfortable in his arms.

As he approached the door, he used her key to unlock it, pushing the door open with one hand while effortlessly kicking off his shoes.

'Your love's like a back rub when I back up And you catch what I throw down Your love's what I breathe from, I would go numb If you left me here right now'

Jey gently set Yasmine down on the couch, and as she stirred in her sleep, she let out soft whines reminiscent of a baby. This adorable sound brought a smile to his face, highlighting her undeniable charm.

He settled beside her, gently removing her heels and giving her feet a soothing massage. After a moment of relaxation, he carefully placed her shoes on the nearby shoe rack by the door.

He scanned the apartment, appreciating the beautiful decorations that adorned the space, when something caught his eye.

The photograph of her and Jey, carefully framed, held a special place in her heart, especially now that they were no longer together. It warmed his heart to know that she cherished that memory enough not to discard it.

'Our love gets stronger when we break up We'll be right back in no time And our love's made of concrete when you rock me I just feel so safe and'

He chose to remove his shirt and jeans while he carried Yasmine to her bedroom during his stay here.

He gently moved to the other side of the bed, carefully laying her down and wrapping the blanket snugly around her before joining her beneath it.

That's when he could hear her calling his name, "Josh? Please don't leave me..." when he heard that he pulled her body closer to his just for her to feel his warmth.

"I'm not going anywhere baby, I'm right here always right here,"  Jey reassured her as her eyes fluttered opened just to get a good look on his  face.

Their eyes locked in a captivating gaze, her delicate hands gently traced his cheeks, igniting a familiar thrill within him. Meanwhile, Jey's hands found their way to her waist, giving it a playful squeeze that heightened the electric tension between them.

She gazed deeply into his eyes while he sensually licked his lips, captivated by her beauty. In that moment, she leaned in and pressed her soft lips against his, sharing a tender kiss.

He returned her kiss with a slow, deliberate motion, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. Jey loomed over her, creating a sense of intimacy that made her feel delicate as they lost themselves in their passionate embrace.

Yasmine wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his presence, while his hands gently rested on her waist. For a brief moment, they separated just enough to lock eyes, creating an electric connection between them.

"Fuck, I missed this and you so bad Ma," Jey said softly as he pecked her lips.

"I did too Josh...I really did," She said.

'A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why'

'I fuck with you, in love with you, I run with you, oh yeah I fuck with you, in love with you, I run with you, oh yeah'

He pressed his gentle lips against her neck, showering her with tender, moist kisses while her fingers tangled playfully in his mullet.

Yasmine longed for the connection they once shared, feeling the intensity of his body pressing against her soaked panties, a reminder of the desire that still lingered between them.

He pulled up her shirt, grabbing both her soft breasts and swirling his tongue around the nipples, causing her to moan softly.

"J-Josh..." Yasmine moaned as he gazed up at her.

"Lemme' take care of you, baby girl," He said as he continued to suck both of her breasts.

He was determined to approach their relationship with patience, fully aware of her past experiences. Before their breakup, he had been careful not to let her feel as though she was being taken for granted.

He tenderly pressed his lips against every inch of her skin, savoring the warmth of her body, before his attention shifted to her now moist panties. With deliberate slowness, he peeled them away, his eyes locked onto her with a mix of desire and admiration.

Jey began rubbing her wet folds causing her to flinch at his touch since it's been a while since they done something like this.

He didn't really do much for her to be this wet for him and only him.

"I'm still your peacemaker mama?" He asked as she nodded her head.

"Y-yes Josh...you're still my peacemaker even when I called things off with you..."

He smiled as he licked his fingers, his lips began kissing her folds as Yasmine arched her back.

MINI SMUT WARNING Jey began flicking his tongue in her clit as he was making out with her pussy, Yasmine was moaning his name softly while her hands were gripping onto his mullet.

He gazed up at her, seeing her squirming underneath his touch. "Mhm, mama," He muttered.

That's when he stuck both fingers inside of her, slowly moving them back and forth while continuing to eat her out.

"O-Oh my gosh, Josh..." Yasmine moaned as she sat up, watching him eating her out like it was his last meal.

He was gazing up at her as they made eye contact with each other swirling his tongue around her clit as he moved his fingers faster inside of her.

"Give me that shit mama, squirt on my face,"

She threw her head back in pleasure continuing to grip on his mullet, He knew that she was going to squirt on his face so he was prepared for anything.

He kept digging his fingers into her G-spot while he held onto her thighs tightly so that she wouldn't escape.

"I feel it coming, baby. Relax your body and let it go for me," Jey cooed softly.

Yasmine felt a pit in her stomach knowing that she about to cum, she let out a loud moan as she squirted all over his face.

'Your love's like my drug, I can't live without it That's just what you do to me boy For your love I'd proudly climb a mountain That's just what you do to me boy'

'You are, yeah, yeah, you are One in a million, one in a million, one in a million to me You are, yeah, yeah, you are'

'One in a million, one in a million, one in a million to me'

She felt her body shaking as he continued to finger her, getting the last bit of her orgasm out of her. Jey pulled out his fingers, kissing both ends of her thighs, trying to calm her down, seeing that the mess on her bedsheets was wet.

SMUT OVER She and Jey locked eyes, sharing a lighthearted laugh before Jey casually wiped his mouth with his hand. He approached her, gently pressing his lips against hers, their foreheads resting together in a tender moment.

Yasmine gently cupped his face with her tiny hands, showering him with affectionate kisses that made him chuckle at her adorable charm.

"A'ight A'ight mama, c'mon let's get you cleaned up girl," Jey said as he carried Yasmine bridal style into her bathroom.

Following their shared shower, they nestled together in bed, wrapped snugly in blankets.

'Goes on and on and on (Somethin' you do to me) Goes on and on and on (Somethin' you do to me) Goes on and on and on (Somethin' you do to me) On and on and on (Somethin' you do to me)'

Jey gently played with her hair as he listened to her soft snores while she slept peacefully on his chest. It was in that serene moment that he felt his phone vibrate.

He snatched his phone from the dresser, noticing a text from Liv. As he read her message, he couldn't help but roll his eyes in exasperation.

Liv😒 sent a message.

IMESSAGE 💬 Liv😒: Jey? Baby I'm sorry can we start over? Jey: nah we can't start over I'm with someone new now Liv😒: who? Jey: that's none of yo' business so how about you stop playing on my phone and leave me alone respectfully. Liv😒: it's that bitch Yasmine ain't it? Why are you dealing with someone like her when she's mentally unstable Jey: because I love her that's all you need to know and watch yo' fucking mouth speaking on her Liv😒: Idgaf about her ass she don't deserve a man like you who has to deal with her shit Jey: don't matter imma still be there for her regardless so gtfo please Liv😒: whatever you'll be back with me before you know it and I'm going to taking everything away from her Jey: yeah we'll see

He let out a heavy sigh as he set his phone down on the dresser, struggling to comprehend how he had ended up dating someone like her—so irritating and, to make matters worse, a gold digger.

'You give me a really good feelin' You can make life worth livin' You can be the piece I'm missin' Love is amazing, we get through when we just listen'

'You can be the voice I carry You can be the man I marry We can have this for a very Long time, what's the wrong time When the right time is a life time You remember back when'

He looked down at Yasmine, noticing her restless movements in her sleep. Gently, he cupped her chin and pressed a tender kiss on her lips, whispering sweet words just above a murmur.

"I got'chu Minks I will never hurt you again or have you gone from my sight,"

'A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you'

He shut his eyes and gently slipped into slumber.

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A/n: I'm happy that her and Jey had finally made up along with starting fresh something that they both needed honestly. Liv and Melo aren't to happy about that.

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Well, looks like this is a summer/fall Sterek update, I guess? It definitely has been a very busy few months! >> Stiles and Derek really like ice cream. And ice cream dates. And being dorks. I'm now curious what their favorite ice cream flavors would be. Maybe black raspberry for Derek and anything and everything sweet for Stiles? What would a rainbow kinda ice cream even taste like? >> They also took time during Shark Week in July to celebrate my birthday! Yay! >> Look! The boys have their own name stickers! Very on brand, yes? (These are also part of a project I've been working on since the spring, since yeah...I'm planning to do a smol Sterek merch drop this month. Still working on finer details, but if you like stickers and loose leaf teas, you're lucky! More info coming soon! ) >> September has turned into October so fast. Looks like it's time to enjoy the cooler weather (aka not a heat wave). Let there be pumpkins and spooky things! Stiles demanded he have a pumpkin of his own, since he didn't want to have to share one with Derek. (Do I put faces on them to make jack-o-lanterns? Maybe?) That's a wrap for now. I'm sure the boys will be back soon since October has a lot of things planned! And as always, if you want to keep up with more Sterek mini adventures, follow the #stereksmolshots tag!

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Season of Love (1/?)

+18 | Toto x reader fem!teamprincipal, romance, comedy, and some good drama.

Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you tell Toto: "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That's the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong? Author's note: Hi, fam! I'm nervous since this is my very first fanfic. I have been following this tag for a while now, and I got so inspired by all the talent here that I went and wrote my own story. Please be kind to me. English is my second language. I will upload chapters regularly - using this hashtag and on #seasonoflovefic. I have been dealing with anxiety the entire year; writing this has been part of my healing process. I hope you like it. By the way, this story is fun and light-spirited.

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Dances with Wolff Arc Chapter 1: Engines on and hearts off!

Bahrain

It is a hot and sunny day in Bahrain. Golden hour is set, and every single person in the paddock seems to be in a rush. It is the usual chaos every pre-season brings.

Toto makes his way through the sea of people, cables, tire carts, and cameras at his regular pace - which means those toned and long legs going full speed - rocking this year's Mercedes kit and a new pair of designer sunglasses, phone in hand when it buzzes.

—Breaking news: After lengthy negotiations during the break, the De Vos Group acquired Williams Racing - as speculated. New female owner Y/N De Vos will be joining the paddock this season. The team's principal will soon be announced. Check our exclusive first look with her.

Toto reads on his iPhone after tapping the Sky Sports push notification, slowing his pace a second. He raises an eyebrow and gazes around, noticing many people in the packed pitlane doing the same, slowing the frenzy on the floor for a close bit. 

He reaches out for his pockets and puts on the Bose earbuds before hitting the play button. Curiosity is overpowering him - and, honestly, excitement, too - as he looks at the preview thumbnail. A stunning, tan-skinned woman with great, shiny hair and a beautiful smile appears in front of the microphone with a smug smirk.

—God, she's gorgeous —Toto lets out to himself. Continuing his way to the Mercedes garage. This year, it is located one spot before Williams and following Ferrari's.

Finally, something exciting, someone new. After years of dominating the game, trying not to sound too egomaniac, every season starts to feel like routine to him. Toto is hitting a personal low, avoiding calling it what it is: depression mixed with boredom, especially this season and at this moment in his life. Same old tracks, same old challenges, same old people, same old ways, same old Toto.

You answer the interviewer's questions with ease. You are very well-spoken in his eyes like you are used to doing press or public speaking, and you have a cheeky sense of humor. Toto gets captivated, to say the least. He puts his phone into his back pocket and continues walking while listening to your interview, muffling the paddock's noise.

You have a soft voice, a professional speech pattern, and excellent enunciation, reinforcing Toto's idea of you being trained at it. He detects some accent but can't figure out where it is from. He listens to the whole thing; it's impossible for him not to sigh at the stupid questions they ask you a couple of times. The more Toto listens, the more questions he has for you in his mind. He may get them answers later when he finally meets you.

So far, you seem like a breeze of fresh air, and Toto is desperate to breathe you.

And yeah, no question Williams looks different. Toto, as usual, ventures to inspect more than he should - and is allowed to - taking a good peek at your brand-new garage. Knowing quite well, he also is hoping to spot you in person.

The garage looks tech and minimalistic, matching your new modern W logo. Whites, blacks, and touches of grey colors predominated. The lighting, screens, and interior design look so futuristic, expensive, and dope; it's a whole vibe. It is a sexy garage! A phrase he never imagined using. What F1 has done to a man?

Toto can feel the desperate modernity Williams once needed and the resources. Of course, he knew firsthand the Williams family was looking to sell after years of struggling to win races and its economics. Toto remained neutral throughout the process, informed but not too involved. He had felt a little indifferent about the entire ordeal till now. 

He hopes not to sound insensitive. Of course, he has a special place in his heart for that team and its people, he first started there, but the businessman side of him knows it is the right call and best for them. Of course, it's sad, but that is the game: evolve or die.

He knows his investment is in good hands because last he had heard, and in Niki's words, it got acquired by a Belgian zillionaire, and Niki reassured him it was a perfect choice. He was respectable and trustworthy, and Toto didn't need to know more. But this sudden change - and announcement - took him a bit by surprise. Little did he know.

-

Gossip and theories fill the paddock. Supporters and haters - already - are all over social media, typing divided opinions as usual. It is the talk of the town, and you, you are the center of it at this point; there is more to come.

Toto greets his team on his way to his chair, already inside Merc's garage after doing his little on-site research. A couple of pats on the back and hugs later, he makes himself comfortable in his spot while catching up with Bono. 

Just as Toto is about to place the headphones on his head, the corner of his eyes caught Samanta, better known as "Sam" - a beautiful, thin, young, pale-skin, platinum blondie - Niki's assistant, hugging you goodbye and walking towards him. 

You wave Niki hello from afar and on your way to the W garage.

For the briefest moment, Toto's eyes and yours met. You are more petite than he expects. And you dress very classy and minimal but with a sexy touch. You match the new identity of Williams, or well, Williams matches your style. The Jacquemus "La robe saudade" dress you wear hugs your curves, accentuating your beautiful toned legs and great ass. He couldn't avoid staring you down as you walked past. Sometimes, he was just a simple man.

Toto suddenly feels the Arabic heat rushing through his body.

—Getting up close with the enemy, tearing down its walls, I like your style, evil as I would expect from you —he says to Sam, now next to him, as she takes off her access badge and picks up her tablet from a drawer.

—Bok, dumb. No bad blood! Just a friendly welcome to this testosterone hell, you know, girls being supportive of one another. I'm pretty sure you will like her, and judging by that look you just gave her, I guess you already.

—Začepi, dumber —Toto answers in his usual authoritarian and collected deep voice, but jokingly. He feels his cheeks turning red. —Spill how, when…

—We were roomies a long time ago. I adore her, she's great, strong, intelligent, kind, fun, and so damn hot. That's all you need to know for now, and that's all I'm telling you.

Sam is the youngest daughter of the Dobrev heirs, a very wealthy and old-money Croatian - almost royal - family who owns multiple fleets and half the country, like filthy rich. They are famous for being all platinum blondes, having many scandals, and investing in motor and water sports. They are one of the main Mercedes-AMG sponsors. 

As far as Toto knows, Sam doesn't have the best relationship with her family and dislikes talking about it, but he knows she cares a lot about her elder brother, to whom Toto hears her speak on the phone now and then.

After years and years of working and traveling the world together, Sam lets her walls down with Toto, becoming great friends and this sort of family away from family, although she remains pretty reserved on some subjects. He loves her like a little sister. She is pretty younger than him and sometimes reminds him of his own sister. Niki always describes them two as his annoying children, always teasing and bickering at each other when possible. The old man cares so much for them personally and at work, and they do, too.

Toto wonders if by "old roomie" she means ex-girlfriend? He has met some of Samanta's "roomies," and… Toto doesn't feel like pushing. He wonders if you may have someone... You know... As team principal, he has to learn about other teams' dynamics, right?

He tosses the thought off and gets in the zone. They have another title to win.

-

You hug Samanta goodbye and take a glance at the Merc garage. Sam is family to you, and you heard so much about them and F1 over the years, ever since she moved out of the Manor after having that massive fight with her parents and started working for Mercedes-AMG, swearing to make a living of her own and never needing them EVER again, a bit over dramatic reaction but that who Sam is and you love her that way. 

She is also your bestie; you two text each other daily. Thanks to her, you knew everything about everyone in the paddock: the good and bad, scandals, and more. Yet they knew nothing about you. For them, you are brand new and the perfect excuse to gossip about.

And there he is, Torger Christian Wolff, the guy Sam couldn't stop gushing you about. Damn, she is right, Toto is gorgeous. You would feel slightly jealous of their closeness if he wasn't Sam's cup of tea. But you can't get distracted; you have a purpose for being there, and nothing will get in the middle. Even if you are dying to meet him, even if you treasure every detail you know about Toto, even if you have been fantasizing about him for the longest time, not to mention being half in love with the man already or the idea of him. Sam made him sound like such a remarkable and caring human being. 

Niki waves hello to you from afar, and you wave back. You adore that old man. He is one of the reasons why the Williams family agreed to sell you the team. Without his support, it wouldn't have been possible.

You met Niki two winters ago; thanks to Sam, you explained to him your motives and why you wanted to buy a team, and he fully agreed to support you and mentor you throughout the whole process. He is a badass and one of the kindest people you have ever met. You immediately felt embraced by the Laudas. Along with Sam, they are among the very few people who know your entire story and genuinely know you, the real you. 

Back to the present day. You feel Toto's dark eyes set on you and can't resist ignoring them even if your life depends on it, so you look back at him. For the briefest moment, your eyes met. The desert is too hot, isn't it? Uff, what's going on with this heat? Damn you global warming! 

So you better hurry yourself away before it is too late and you dare to get closer to him. You reach your new team's garage at the speed of light, so it is fittable for the place you are at. It feels weird saying "your" so much. 

Everything is so different from the world you are used to, but you don't feel nervous. You are a woman on a mission, and after all you have gone through in life, you are not that kind of girl. You bear a challenge.

You greet your team. —He hasn't arrived yet? —you ask the aero performance engineer while he is placing green and yellow dots on the left side of the new car. You reached close to inspect the latest upgrades.

The car is beautiful, matte black with a powerful Lamborghini engine. They are your main sponsor and partner and the only one, which is insanely impressive. No million logos, no visual noise - it is something to see due to F1 budgets. 

Commotion and gasps come from the outside. While you ask the engineer that question, a frenzy starts in the front of the garages. You watch camerapersons and fans pass by, running crazy. Total mayhem.

Oh, there he is.

-

Toto's phone buzzes again - in the middle of that circus - "Breaking news; The legend is BACK. Michael Schumacher joins Williams as Team Principal, son Mick Schumacher, and the sensation of the moment, female driver Millie Dobrev joins him along as drivers."

The FIA, in its many attempts to be perceived as "forward" or "woke," has allowed for the first time mixed-gender racing, starting this season - about damn time! Millie is one of the top female drivers and the youngest, achieving a lot at a young age and becoming a serious threat to everyone on her way. 

—Dobrev… Dobrev?! —Toto looks from the photo on his phone screen to Sam and back; a very young petite girl - with sun-kissed skin, short platinum blonde hair with pink ends and clear blue eyes, a round face with delicate features - poses in a pastel color outfit doing a Korean heart gesture with her hands, fingers full of expensive jewelry. —Care to explain?

—Yes, did I mention she's my dear niece? —Sam answers, deadpan.

—The fuck —Toto says —Are all blond Croatians your family? —Toto teases.

—Hilariously accurate —she laughs it off.

—Your niece?! You are like twelve, how old is she, two!? Can't believe you are an aunt already. I don't know what to do with that fact..."

Samanta rolls her eyes. "Thank my gross old uncle with a young trophy wife?" she thinks.

—So you keep secrets from me, huh? I thought ours was special.

—You give yourself too much importance. And yes, that's why my hair grew bigger during the break. It's full of secrets! —Sam replies. Swinging her long, straight locks.

—What??? —Toto doesn't get her Mean Girls reference.

—Sometimes I forget you are prehistoric, almost fossil.

They both fulminate each other with gazes in a classic and frequent stare-down. Then Sam proceeds to cross tasks on her tablet, slowly stepping away.

—Don't you dare run away from me! You have things to explain, missy.

—Sorry, I'm so busy right now, unlike you.

—I'm busy.

—No, you are not; you are trying to gossip!

—I'm always busy. I'm this team's principal, to remind you, so yes, I'm important, and maybe… maybe… I'm trying to gossip… a little bit —Toto gestures with his hand.

—Could you two stop?! —Niki calls it quits, half annoyed, half laughing, struggling to hear clearly what the tactics team is trying to tell him, turning around on his barstool and waving his hand at them.

Toto and Sam laugh softly, and Toto makes a small O with his mouth while Sam pretends to adjust her invisible tie before returning to business and being professional people doing professional tasks.

Toto looks once more at his phone screen. —Impressive —it's all he lets out. Toto can't wait. He can't wait.

-

It's been a long time since Michael set foot on the paddock, after years of being retired and living almost exclusively to recover - after his infamous accident - and trying to enjoy being a father and a husband when possible. He became this mythical figure that existed in F1 and people's minds but is nowhere to be seen, making him feel like a ghost. Nowadays, he is doing way better but was getting bored of being a recluse at home waiting for the right moment, for that one sign that make it all start over for him. 

And there she is, in front of him, doing a fake courtesy.

—Welcome back, Kaiser —you joke with him.

—Hi, boss! —Michael greets you with a thick German accent and sweet voice. —Sorry about that! —He pushes you aside as a photographer flashes photos. The lens almost hits you in the face while two other cameramen bump into each other. —Better if we go inside. There's lots to talk about and to get ready to start testing. This is bonkers! —he finishes saying, looking at the circus surrounding you two.

—Okay. Let's go then, Schumi —you reply to him.

You feel ready.

-

The testing goes out smoothly for Mercedes. There are just a few sensor improvements and small details to fix, but only a little to worry about. Lewis and George seem happy with their car's performance, and the team feels optimistic.

As for Toto, his day was stressful; he felt exhausted after many meetings and people asking him questions all day, demanding his attention at all times. The hours went at an alarming speed. Somehow, the day is done, but the amount of work has just started. He blinks and is dark already, and the chauffeur is now driving him to his suite in a high-end hotel.

Tomorrow is a crucial day for the team, and his schedule is full of press, too. So he needs a good night of beauty sleep; at the moment, he looks like trash and feels like it. Toto likes to keep it real. He loves the attention of being under the reflectors and calling the shots but still isn't a massive fan of media day.

Speaking of the devil, he takes out his phone and opens his news app. Toto relaxes in the big luxury car seat. He has bookmarked several sites that cover F1, his long, unhealthy habit. He likes to stay current, even if he has "briefing" and a person in charge of doing that.

Even though he doesn't want to feel like a stalker, he pretty much is acting like it. Toto refreshes the app to read the latest news about Williams and you. He learns all he can of you from the newly released press articles; there is little about your background, past, or in general; all he keeps reading appears to be PR-approved since it is constantly reprised on different platforms, which feels weird.

Google doesn't offer him much either, just a couple of articles with photos in which you appear in various charity events related to children's foundations. It is like you don't exist online.

Toto reads your most recent interview and Michael's, and you both appear in good spirits about your car performance. He hates losing but loves a good challenge. A good old-fashioned on-track battle. For a change.

-

The bellboy opens the suite's double doors for him and carries Toto's things inside. It is a massive entrance and makes him feel tiny in comparison. Toto notices a small LV suitcase in front of the large door, next to a big antique wooden carved table, in the middle of the foyer under the soft dim coming from a stunning Tiffany's chandelier, which lits the room and reflects on the exquisite tile walls. The Arabic architecture and interior design of the place are breathtaking.

It means Susie has stopped by. Their relationship is in a weird spot, in one of those hiccups they face occasionally after dating forever and from a very young age. Their relationship at the moment feels monotonous, and love is lacking, which is slowly killing him. He still loves her very much but could sense he is losing her. Especially since they started seeing each other less and less - although he wouldn't blame anyone who has to bear with his crazy schedule - they almost stopped texting and talking to each other, too, and sex is nonexistent. So many red flags.

—Hi, schatzi —Toto greets her.

—Hi, Toto —she gives him a quick kiss. —You look tired.

—I am, but I'm happy you are here —he says, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his temple on hers. Soon after, he lifts Sussie from the ground into a tight hug. There is a clear height difference.

—I know. I'm happy to see you too, even if it's for a brief moment. I was hoping you got free sooner. Our jet has permission to take off in an hour exactly.

—I'm sorry, today was crazy —Toto apologizes.

—I can imagine. I tried to communicate with you earlier, but it was impossible to reach you; it was almost like you were avoiding me.

God, she knows him so well. Yes, he has been avoiding her - although not today, he honestly had a crazy day - but since they had that awkward and hurtful conversation at their New Year's Eve reception at their house in Oxford. Not because he is angry at her or scared, he misses her a lot. It's just he has been unable to decide and come up with an answer to the situation.

—I wanted to clear things out between us before the start of the season. I'm aware that from now on, you only get busier and more challenging to reach, and my schedule this year is also insane, Sussie says.

—Yes, love. Tell me what you need?

—Your thoughts.

—On what? —Toto pretends to be confused and not get what she is referring to. 

—Come on, Torger. Would you like me to remind you of our last conversation at New Year's?

Silence.

The last time they saw each other in person was months ago. He panicked after that conversation and left for Austria, calling it a business trip and a visit to his sister to spend time with his nephews. She didn't follow him around. Because it was clear he was running away and needed time alone without her.

—So... as I mentioned to you that night... You wanted to try for children this year, and I let you know I didn't see that happening this year or any year. And that I have been feeling increasingly lonely since you spent most of your days away. Honestly, every day, we spend more time away from each other. My career keeps taking off, and I'm not raising children on my own amidst it! I can't even imagine the idea of being pregnant to start with! Plus, you said there's no way you are quitting your job, and I'm neither, so...

—I didn't say that. That's not how it went —Toto feels his head hurting now. He rubs his forehead, exasperated hearing Sussie's Director's Cut version of the events. "It went more like this: I don't get your full attention at all times like before, I'm not able to control you as I once did, and every time you ask me to spend time together, me traveling to you or you traveling to me, if it's not the way I want it I always come up with something to avoid it. Plus, I never mentioned to you before that I didn't want children, not once in the thousand times we discussed family and raising kids together, ah! And I always blame your job as the reason why things aren't working between us." That's how it happened, Toto thinks.

—The point is... —Sussie ignores him. Throwing him a look. —We didn't reach a middle ground but chose not to break things off immediately because none of us felt sure.

There is a pause and a big exhale from her. 

—That's why I suggested exploring having an open relationship. We would establish rules and limits. I know you are more traditional and don't envision this for us, but I wanted you to think about it and give it a chance, not to run away and avoid me after suggesting it. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to be with someone else behind your back because I still love you, and I want us to work. I feel we both need someone who is present in our lives to touch us and hold us when we feel like it. 

Toto feels crushed. All he wants is to settle down, start a family, and become a good father - as his father was to him - he never expected Sussie to go in the opposite direction. His intention has never been to make her choose between a career or kids. This isn't the case. It is going to be a two-person job. Besides that, they have all the privileges, resources, and support to successfully achieve being both parents and having careers simultaneously. —This isn't the right moment for this conversation. I had an...

—It's never the right moment for you! Christ's sake, Toto! I..! —Sussie starts losing it and gets emotional. He can't avoid feeling miserable. Suddenly, Toto felt the day's weight on his shoulders and back, which was killing him now; he needed a soft mattress to lay down so desperately. He doesn't want to make the drama bigger.

—Okay, easy, love —he hugs her. —I will think about it and give you an answer this week.

—You promise? Won't you run away from it anymore?

—I promise. I won't.

—This week, Toto! —Sussie wipes her tears, hugs him once more, and kisses him goodbye. —Let me know.

—Yes, this week. I will.

She grabs her suitcase and exits through the doors. Toto drags himself to bed with the remains of his energy, tosses his phone on the wireless charger nightstand, and lets himself drop on the mattress, face down. As he drifts away, a new notification red dot appears in the news app.

Now, an open relationship looks like an acceptable idea.

He falls asleep.

-

The view from your suite is impressive. Bahrain's entire skyline of modern skyscrapers is lit under the night skies, and the desert surrounding it looks beautiful through the floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows. 

It isn't your first time in Western Asia, but your first time traveling so far from home on your own. This hotel is insanely expensive, and the suite is humongous for you by yourself. If you weren't so used to inhabiting a massive, almost empty Manor with you as your own company, you would have felt anxious in such an isolated, huge, and quiet space. 

It is already late at night to text Samanta and meet her to chat. You both have work tomorrow and need to rest. But you have so much to catch up on - since yesterday? - No, but seriously, a lot had happened during your first day at the paddock.

As you are relaxing in the bathtub - you chose a bath bomb made of sea salt soap and local herbs with delicious scents - you let your mind go through all the day's events. You can't stop thinking of that pair of dark eyes going all over your body. You wanted to do the same. You wanted to admire him all. 

You have created many scenarios of what it would be like to meet him. But it went so differently than what you pictured. He doesn't even know who you are or doesn't even care about you. You two could become friends in the future, but for now, your feelings for him are all over the place, and you don't wish to let your heart shatter, not again. Besides, he has Sussie - of course, you have no idea what those two are going through - and you, well, who would want to be with you and your whole "situation"? Your chances with him are zero minus a hundred.

You do your skincare routine before sending yourself to bed - for sure, you will be visiting the hotel's spa in the following days - already dreading tomorrow, a day full of meetings and interviews, you are slightly nervous about what the press is going to ask you, even if Michael does the heavy lifting for you in those matters, everyone seems so curious about you. 

You turn the lights off and pray for a good night of sleep, free of the frequent nightmares you experience.

-

The following day, the driver's parade happens inside walls, while all drivers gather together in a small meeting room - a very office-looking space with sad, white-empty walls, gray carpeting, and way too lit up. Cold lighting is the worst! No F1 glamor on sight - this is part of one of the new progressive and "brilliant" ideas from the FIA. 

Chaos is unleashed as everyone looks for a chair with their name tag.

—Did everyone see her? —Lando asks loudly to the entire room - filled at the moment just by drivers - He is sitting backward in his chair, on the front row, facing the rest. He is wearing his McLaren kit and cap, which is worn backward.

—Yes, we all did. Unless you live under a rock, you have missed that circus, but coming from you, it wouldn't surprise me —Checo answers, joking. 

Lando purposely ignores him and throws him a dirty look and a kiss. —Then, ladies… From 1 to 10, how hard would you bang her? Starting with you, Seb —he asks everyone.

—Seriously, mate? So… sexist… —Vettel answers.

—Come on, bee-guy. What? It's just friendly chit-chat among us drivers, as the FIA would love to remind us, "This meeting's purpose is to establish communications between all teams drivers, their principals, along with the FIA representatives to build relationships and sportsmanship among-"

—Stop reading from the sign, idiot —Carlos says, following Lando's gaze to the sad poster pin crooked on the open door.

—Fine, but let's be honest here: she's the most exciting thing to happen to us in a while, not to mention the most recent. It's not like we are going to admire new guy Yuki's hips. All here have excellent vision, and she looked so FINE like you pervs didn't notice.

—Speak for yourself —Pierre answers jokingly, coming through on his way to his chair, passing in front of Lando in that reduced space, trying not to step on someone. Everyone laughs.

—She is so out of your league anyway; why bother? —Max mentions from the corner, sitting stretched out, his back against the wall, legs on top of the chair beside him. —And I agree with Pierre, Yuki's hips are immaculate, by the way.

—If someone cares, I think my vision is starting to fail me. I will need glasses soon —Nando jokes.

—Don't you worry, abuelo! It's just you getting even more ancient —Pato adds.

—I thought this meeting was for drivers? I mean real ones —Alonso jokes back.

—Oh, mate, low punch! I saw some of her interviews on telly; she is cheeky —George adds, drinking from a Merc bottle and standing near the door.

—Couldn't sound more British if you tried —Bottas adds. 

—He is your Royal Highness, Prince George —Lewis jokes.

—More like your Royal Ass-ness —Leclerc adds amidst laughs.

—I saw her interviews too! It's like Ricciardo got female, but was actually funny and hot —Lando replies.

—Fuck you, mate —Daniel answers, laughing. —You know, she could breastfeed you.

—I wouldn't mind —Lando kids, hitting Dani - sat beside him - on the ribs with his elbow. Today, he is set to act like a naughty boy.

—Lando!! —four drivers say in unison, in shock.

—You're so gross, mate, I swear —Lewis adds simultaneously, palm on his face, half laughing, half wanting to rip his own ears off.

—I'm pretty sure that would be so illegal. I don't want to go to jail, Mr. Officer! —you say, entering through the door. Everyone turns to look at you. You overhear that part of the conversation; it doesn't feel mean-spirit. Then Lando's face matches the red color on Charles' shirt as he slowly turns around on his chair and sits - the proper way - quiet and still. It's a hilarious scene.

—I'm not into minors, but I could change your diaper and read you some bedtime stories to make you fall asleep. "The Little Orange Tin" you would love —you joke to break off the tension.

Michael follows you inside, laughing under his breath. You two take your seats and start chatting casually, two places away. You are seated next to Lewis - to your right - and to an empty chair with no tag to your left by the end of the row. 

You are already a fan of Lewis. And again, you know so much about him because of Sam. Now, he is her favorite person on earth. You feel slightly hurt by that fact, but he sounds lovely, so honestly, it doesn't bother you.

—Hi, I'm Lewis —he offers you a fist bump.

—Hi, Lewis. I'm Y/N 

—How is F1 treating you? All good? —Sebastian asks you, popping out from Lewis's right. Both their attention to you. Heavens, those are some beautiful eyes. You can't figure out if they are green or blue, but you don't want to stare too long.

Sebastian's actual chair is next to Charles, some rows at the front, but he sits next to Lewis because he feels like it. Messing the order. An anarchist at heart.

—All good, thank you —you answer. —It's been chaotic, but I'm enjoying it. And I'm eager for the first race.

—Me too. I always miss driving during breaks —Lewis tells you.

—I agree —Seb adds. —It is the best feeling in the world, so it's hard to let go.

Then Millie enters the room - pink cat-ears headphones on, rocking the new Williams kit: A minimalistic stretchy sports jersey, a white tee with black seams, and the W logo in black print at the center of the chest. It is a fully fitted silhouette with a high neckline and short sleeves, paired with some sleek black sports slacks. 

Michael and you point Millie to the chair next to Michael - with her name tag - she gets there fast and takes off one side of her headphones.

—What up! —Millie greets. —Hi, Sebs!, Hi Lew! —she says extra sweetly and high-pitched tone, waving a hand while facing them. That girl is like a walking cartoon. She looks extra petite and young among those guys.

—Hi, Millie!!! —both of them answer in unison, with the same sweet-pitched tone. It's a cute moment.

Then, the room starts to fill up. And the FIA representative enters, meaning the meeting is about to begin.

A very rushed Mick gets in, also wearing the team's kit. Millie raises a hand and waves it, catching his attention. He moves very fast to his seat. And behind him enters Mattia and Toto, chatting with each other.

Holy shit. The fact that Toto would be there didn't cross your silly mind. And since Seb swapped chairs. The one where he sat belonged to Toto. So the chair next to you is empty and available for the Austrian. You see Mattia sit on the last free spot at the front, and Toto glances around, confused, till he spots the space to your side. You see him walk towards you almost in slow motion. And you set your mind to "if I pretend to not notice him, it means he's not there."

You sense him sitting only inches from you, his arm skin almost touching yours. While you keep your eyes locked straight ahead, point to the FIA guy without daring to move. He stretches while trying to adjust himself to a comfortable position. He is tall and muscular, and these chairs are a joke. His knee moves dangerously close to yours. For a moment, you see the inevitable contact coming. And your heartbeat starts to rise. But it doesn't happen. Damn, he smells so good! How on earth are you to get focus? 

And then the meeting begins.

The whole thing is lame. You and Lewis laugh several times at Seb's under-his-breath comments and jokes about what is happening right at the moment. The German has excellent timing and good puns and one-liners. Those two seem like besties, Lewis being the "serious" of the pair; go figure!

The open mic section starts and the FIA guy offers the microphone around. Lewis instantly and discreetly crosses an arm over Seb's hands, and Vettel raises his eyebrows. —Freedom of speech, much? —Sebastian jokes. 

—What are you going to ask? Seriously? —Lewis tells him.

—I have a genuine question!

—Why I don't believe you.

—Like why? You don't trust me?

—Oh, I do, but...

—But then... let me grab the mic.

Lewis lets out a sigh. Seb raises a hand, now free from Lewis's grip. And the microphone goes to him.

—Check, check —The entire room pays him attention. —Ahm, I have a question for you all.

—Yes, please, go ahead —The poor FIA guy looks overly excited that someone cares enough to say something. Most of them, not to say all of them, look forced to be there, bored, and by that point, so done with this meeting.

—Gentlemen, a short view back to the past. Thirty years ago, Niki... —The more he talks, the louder everyone laughs. Michael loses it. Sebastian recites the whole thing by heart.

What an icon.

The FIA guy couldn't look more confused.

You hear Toto's laugh for the first time; he has been sitting there quietly this entire time. You briefly and occasionally feel his gaze set on you, but you don't dare to turn, look, or talk to him. You know very well that any moment of weakness from you means your doom. Back to Toto's laugh. What is that heaven-sent sound? You want more. How can you get more? Can someone get addicted to a sound?

—Blimey, I knew it! —Lewis lets out, shaking his head and also smiling.

With that question, it is clear the meeting has ended.

As everyone is getting on their feet, you feel Toto purposely caressing his arm against yours as he gets on his feet and then walks to the exit without looking back at you. Your eyes follow him around till you lose sight. Sweet baby Jesus, those toned arms.

-

Race day arrives. 

The Sahkir circuit is a whole party, and the atmosphere is to the roof. All drivers get in position after the entourages move quickly out of the way. The chaos on the track dissipates within seconds. 

Then, after the formation lap, the red lights turn off, and the violent roars from the engines fill your ears. Oh, what a sound, now you are addicted to it.

After a great start from your team and almost two hours later, Lewis and Millie face down in a back-to-back battle. Switching positions 3 times in the final ten laps. It is a monumental effort from the drivers, teams, and their strategies. Emotions are on edge at the pitlane and at the benches.

Millie crosses the line first, less than half a second ahead, and fireworks go up in the air. Fans roar, and you all go nuts! Your crew runs to the pit wall fence, climbing it up and waving as she passes by, lots of fist pumps onto the air. It's your first podium! Your? Like you did something, lol. Your team gets their first podium!! - better - it is a great start. And for the first time in forever, you feel alive and cheerful.

Amidst hugs and pats on the back from crew members and supporters, you make your way to the podium area, following Michael. He is dragging you along; you are in a blur with all that adrenaline rushing through your veins, the noise, the lights, and the crowds.

During the podium ceremony, when the Croatian anthem plays - you are now surrounded by all three teams' entourages, all watching the ceremony together and supporting their driver - you notice Millie getting emotional. It is a first for her, too. And when it finishes, everyone around you starts cheering and clapping like maniacs for her as she raises and kisses the trophy. 

Michael, right next to your side, takes off his white W cap before Millie, and she gestures a praying sign with her hands from high above the podium to thank him and thank you. You blow her a kiss just before rivers of champagne fill the place.

Millie is the sweetest. You felt a genuine connection from the first moment you met her - a couple of months ago at the new Williams headquarters - before she agreed to sign the deal. She trusts you, and you believe in her. So you are on this journey together and feel so happy for her.

You get so distracted by these thoughts and others, too, that you don't notice the place started to empty. When you return to reality, you turn around to leave, following Michael's steps, and almost crash into someone walking in the opposite direction. You are left facing a very nice-looking chest - mere inches away from your face - wearing a white Mercedes shirt. You raise your gaze from those fine pecs that belong to Toto and look at his handsome face.

—Hi... —He says, looking down at you, he is way taller than you.

—H-h...i —You feel weak on the knees.

—I-I..

—I... I'm.

You both say at the same time. You step to the left, and Toto steps to the left synchronously. 

—Sor..ry-y.

—So-rry.

You both keep talking over each other. So Toto moves aside, gesturing with his hand to let you go through first.

—Nice meeting you —you say calmly and quickly rush away.

—Same —he replies, following you with his gaze and watching you walk away. You feel he wants to say more, and you do, too, but it is better this way.

"What the fuck was that. Why on earth were you so nervous, girl? It was like you forgot how to speak!" You think.

"The fumes in the garage are starting to affect me," Toto thinks. "Is she running away from me? Yeah... The fumes are definitely affecting me. Damn, she walks fast."

-

Australia

Thanks to poor scheduling and the worst jet traffic, Michael and you aren't able to land on time. All tracks are being used at the moment, so you get sent to another terminal further away from the circuit. Qualy for the Australian GP is about to start, and obviously, you two are running late.

A Lamborghini Sian car is already waiting for you when you land. So you ask the chauffeur to toss the car keys to Michael. —We have like ten minutes to be there —you tell Schumi.

—Understood, boss.

You instantly regret phrasing it like that. Schumi is driving like a madman while getting directions from the chauffeur in the backseat. Michael pushes the engine to the limit, and the car goes full speed. You feel your body melting with the car seat as you hang for your dear life to the seatbelt. Ten minutes was a say, you didn't truly mean it, let's try another one: To get there alive if possible, this one you meant it.

Michael enters the staff parking lot at the Melbourne circuit by taking an extreme corner still at full force. The two security guys sprint to open the gates; it is that or get run over. 

Once you get in, you see him letting the wheel go a second, and the car starts spinning around - it twirls at an alarming speed. "Am I going to get projected out of this window?" you think. And in just one wild movement, he parallels parks, tires burning. The Fast and Furious stunts were a kid's play next to his. Everyone stares at the scene, astounded.

—9.48.00 minutes, boss —Schumi says. Turning off the engine while checking his Rolex Daytona.

He was insane for this.

—Well, I hope you are as fast on your feet as you were on this car —You joke, grabbing your purse and access badge while getting out of the vehicle, heels hitting the ground like nothing had happened. Because, above everything, you are a bad bitch.

—Are you? —he dares you. Walking past the front of the car, catching your step.

—Haven't you seen my legs?! —You joke. Toned they are.

—You make the 100-meter dash athletes jealous —He jokes back. 

You are going to get so many fines. So many.

-

You two make it to the W garage on time. You "fashion walk" there, according to the people who mock you. Since you don't feel like blending in with the mechanics - and because of your outfits and looks. The Williams garage is located dead last on the pitlane, so you have to walk in front of all other teams' garages to get there every time - expensive bag-swinging in the air, designer heels clacking on the floor, always wearing a chic something; dresses, shorts, skirts - as if they don't enjoy it! Of course, you expected toxic masculinity and sexism on your way, especially since your team is dominating! But not this early on.

—You are late! —Millie jumps at you.

—Let's not talk about it. I'm going to need therapy, thanks to that experience.

—What?! —She looks at you with a funny face.

—Nevermind. All ready?

—Do I look like ready? —She says, gesturing at herself. She is wearing an oversized lilac tee - at least twice her size - and a white tennis mini-skirt with matching white Jordans. 

She follows you to the dressing rooms right across from your remote office, where you quickly leave your purse and stuff inside. As you two get there, Millie tells you how excited she is that Sanrio offered to design her helmet for Suzuka before going to change.

—What do you think? Is it too much? —she asks you. Inviting you into her custom dressing room and pointing around. It looks like Minisio had puked that room out.

—Is very you! —you answer.

—I know, right!!! —she gives you a big dumb smile.

—Are your boobs out? —Mick asks while entering through her dressing room doors - eyes closed, arms extended in front, walking mummy-like - not seeing you there, obviously.

—What?! No! —Millie answers as Loretta (her trainer slash assistant) finishes suiting her up.

—Great! I can open my eyes then! —he says.

—I don't think there's much to see, Mick —Millie jokes while putting on a sad face and looking down at her chest. —Two lemons, barely.

—I don't think Marc from statistics thinks the same. I saw him trying to find them —He jokes. Mick gains a smack on the arm.

Millie's popularity has skyrocketed; she is already a paddock favorite. By this point, she had already rejected three engineers who asked her out - not because of ego, being rude, or wanting to break hearts - but because she is so clueless and a shy dork with zero social skills, in her own words: "I communicate better with cars and engines than with people, at least I know how to work them."

—Kids, kids! —you say, amused at the scene.

—Oh, hi, boss! I didn't notice you there —Mick looks at you, a bit embarrassed.

—No worries —You are glad those two are getting along well.

Mick drops himself on the fluffy pink oval puff in one of the corners. One leg up.

—Why are you here on my land? —Millie asks.

—Oh yeah. I came to say something —Mick adds like he is just remembering. —Yes! My father is waiting for you two to start the team's meeting. Everyone is there already. It's urgent. So hurry.

—Oh god, and you just let us know now.

The three of you get on your feet real fast.

-

After a good team catch-up and an impeccable motivational speech from Michael, all of you get to your positions inspired and ready to give it all.

As the Qualy starts, you turn to Michael. —You are a great leader, you know? We are lucky to have you —you tell him.

—I'm glad to be here, more than you imagine, boss.

-

Millie secures a pole position. Sparks flyed. Damn, that car was fast, and she, she was faster!

-

When the workday is done, you wait for Sam across from Merc's hospitality. It's getting dark.

You are sitting on a bench a few meters away, next to a tree with beautiful yellow flowers, looking at your phone and minding your business, avoiding looking like a threat near competitors' territory.

—Waiting for Sam? —Toto asks you from the other side - at the bottom of the stairs of their main cafeteria entrance - you raise your gaze at the sound of his voice.

—Yes! Hi! Will she be taking long? —You can't avoid smiling at him and sound slightly nervous.

—No, she is on her way, but I must warn you, she's been insufferable the entire day. She had one of those, what she calls it? A bad ha...

—A bad hair day —you both finish in unison. —Yikes! How bad it was? The hair? I mean.

—Oh, terrible! I had to look at it all day —he answers jokingly, putting an ew face. Toto walks towards you and sits on the bench by your side, stretching his legs and resting one on top of the other.

The truth is, Samanta doesn't have naturally straight locks; she has long, curly hair she straightens. And sometimes, some days, some weather gave her that wavy, frizzy, wild, non-combable hair.

—You are such an inspiration, a true survivor. Tell me all about your journey —You make him laugh, you love that. More, please.

The door interrupts you two as you both smile at each other like dumbs and lock eyes. Sam goes out, black Merc hoodie on, covering almost her entire face, overdramatic as usual.

—Rocking the Palpatine? —you tease her.

—Hilarious. Bad hair day. I look like Monica Geller on that trip to the beach beneath this —she says with sarcasm. Toto laughs. —Ah, now that reference you get —Sam rolls her eyes.

—Jezz, that mood, huh? A few drinks will get you through these dark times, my friend. Let's go! —you add.

—Oh no, I'm not going.

—What?! Why?! Why are you like this, Samanta?!

—No, why is humidity a thing? Who needs it?

—Aem, all of Australia's wildlife? —Toto adds.

—Shut up, smarty pants —Sam lets out.

—You look like Hagrid —he replies.

—Torger, don't test me, I swear —she warns him, fingers rubbing her forehead.

—So, when will you be available then? —you ask her, cutting off the bickering.

Sam opens her weather app to check the humidity levels. —Ahm, like next week? Not in Australia?

—Are you serious, dude?! I already booked! —You two were going to that Michelin star blindfolded dining and drinking experience. It was so on trend that booking a table there was Melbourne's most challenging and expensive thing at the moment.

—Sorry, I'm not going out looking like this! But for sure Toto could join you! He desperately needs to get some of that stress out of his system. He's getting meaner.

—What!? Me, the meaner one? —Toto lets out.

—What?! Sam! No, no. He is probably busy, and I don't want to bo... —you add, quickly, getting nervous while trying not to show it.

She interrupts you.

—Busy?! No, he is just in an antisocial mood swing. Toto barely left his office today! All grumpy, he was inside there. Besides, didn't you, my guy, tell me you were going straight to your hotel to lock yourself and binge-watch Love Island while eating ice cream straight from the bucket? —Sam teases him, well aware Toto is feeling low - more like heartbroken - Sam hates Sussie, but of course, she will never admit it publicly, and definitely not to him. This is her weird way of showing him her support by setting him up to go out and have fun with a great person instead of being miserable and all alone. Classic Sam.

—What? No. What's Love Island? I wasn't being antisocial; I had a ton of work today, unlike you —He answers deadpan. 

—Do you even own a TV? —Sam is seriously curious.

—Of course, I do! Several, in fact —It doesn't mean he watches them.

—You must be rich! —you joke. He smiles.

—Yeah, whatever. Come on! Get to know each other! Have a good time on me and my hair's behalf —Sam grabs you both, each by the arm, and walks you towards the exit.

—Is it me, or is she getting worse with age? —You address Toto.

—No question!

—Hey! You can't trash-talk me! —Sam complains.

—Oh, that's all we will be doing; we are going to talk so much trash about you, piles of it, that the garbage collector will plead to us no more —you mock her.

—I'm hating this already! —Sam crosses her arms.

Well, now you have a date with Toto. A date, yeah, in your dreams.

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