#you're like 3 seconds away from retirement what the fuck are you doing

[queen-mabs-revenge]

[lucyrose191]

A SHARED HISTORY| S.VETTEL

Paring Sebastian Vettel x Fem!driver!reader

Summary; Moments that Sebastian Vettel and reader have had throughout their careers together both on and off track.

Warnings; None, fluff.

F1 Master List , Part 2 , Part 3

Sebastian and Y/N walked into the camera shot, sitting next to each other on the sofa, looking into the camera lens.

"We hereby announce our joint retirement at the end of the 2022 season" they spoke in unison.

📍Italian Grand Prix, 2008

"And Sebastian Vettel passes the checkered flag, taking his first ever win in formula one at the Italian Grand Prix!"

Y/N lifted herself out of her RedBull car after parking in the P2 slot, not wasting any time before running in the direction of her best friend who was getting hugs and pats from the Toro Rosso team.

She jumped into his arms just as he turned around causing him to let out an "Oof!" as he stumbled back into the barriers from the sudden surprise attack.

"I'm so proud of you, Seb! I wouldn't want to come second to anyone else!" Sebastian closed his eyes at her words before tightening his arms around her and lifted her feet from the ground, spinning her around and laughing happily.

"Sebastian, you're going to be joining Y/N at RedBull next year. What do you think she's going to be like as a teammate?"

Sebastian's face upturned into a smile at the mention of Y/N's name, to say he was looking forward to being teammates next year was an understatement. He had a very good feeling about it.

He leant towards the microphone that the interviewer was holding "Well I think it will be great, I've known her for a long time and I'm happy to say I'm at the point where I understand what she's saying, it's taken a while to get used to her accent"

"...You just wait sunshine, you just wait... I just need those two cars... Rosberg P4.... Kubica P5.... DU BIST WELTMEISTER!"

Sebastian immediately started crying, he was world champion! "Thank you boys! Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Thank you, I love you"

"Let's not forget, mate. You are the youngest world champion in F1 history, you're allowed to cry mate, you're allowed to cry"

"Y/N L/N you are a formula one World Champion!!!!"

She couldn't believe what she was hearing through her head set as she flashed by the checkered flag, tears streamed down her face underneath her helmet as she raised her fist in victory whilst driving her cool down lap.

She had done it, she had actually gone and done it.

The first ever female formula one world champion!

"Sebastian Vettel you are a two time World Champion!"

"Sebastian Vettel, Three time World Champion!"

"Four time World Champion, Sebastian Vettel everyone!"

2014

Y/N screamed as Sebastian jumped out of the door of her motor home just as she was about to open it, the German himself fell to the floor in hysterical laughter at the look of horror he saw on her face.

"What the fuck, Sebastian!" She yelled, Seb got up and ran away still laughing knowing she'd be out for revenge

2014

Sebastian, Y/N, Fernando and Lewis sat down, strapping their microphones around their head for the press conference to begin.

"Okay, let's begin"

A tall male with balding hair stood up and introduced himself, then started "I want to start with Sebastian, both you and Y/N are leaving RedBull this year, you to Ferrari and Y/N to Mercedes. Do you think you'll be able to have as a good of a relationship with your new teammate as you've had with Y/N"

"You're trying to get me into trouble here" Sebastian laughed nervously, shifting under Y/N's expectant gaze.

"No uhm" he began to answer seriously "Y/N and I have known each other and raced together for years so it was easy to battle each other while also working together, it's important to get along with the person you spend so much time with and I'll be happy if I have half the relationship with Kimi as I do with Y/N"

Y/N smiled brightly "I'm just that great!" She joked causing Seb to roll his eyes.

"And Y/N, how do you feel about joining Lewis at Mercedes?"

Y/N shrugged "I'm excited to be hopefully moving up in my career, Mercedes feels like a right choice for me to continue progressing. Lewis is a great driver and hopefully an even better teammate. I'll enjoy racing beside him whilst battling against him"

Sebastian rested his forehead against Y/N's, closing his eyes as he relished in the comfort that their closeness brought him. "I love you, Schatz" he whispered, not even realising that the words had fallen from his lips until he felt her step away from him.

Y/N looked up at him, her mouth was gaped open, wondering if she had heard him right. She had. She looked into his eyes and could see every emotion as he looked at her and sure enough there was love, so much love as he looked at her. "I love you too, Seb" she told him, laughing at the utter joy that shot through his face.

Sebastian shook his head. She loved him.

She loved him!

"Y/N L/N you officially have two World Championship titles, what a star!"

"Y/N L/N, three time formula one World Champion!!"

Y/N leant her body back against Seb's chest, he stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist with his head resting against her shoulder. She was a three time world champion, that was now seven between them.

Between them they had matched Michael Schumacher. Now if that wasn't an accomplishment, what was?

Sebastian nuzzled his head against hers, she smelt so good. "Will you be mine?" He whispered in her ear, his lips curving into a soft smile as he felt her shiver.

She didn't answer for a while, continuing to look out at the ocean and for a moment Seb thought that she was going to say no, she shook her head and he felt his heart crack.

But she had a smile on her face. "I've been yours for years, Sebastian" she told him, surprised that he hadn't known that but he wasn't the most aware person she had ever met but she wouldn't change him for anything.

"Y/N L/N, four time formula one World Champion!!"

"The rear of the car was getting all loosey goosey in the last sector there"~Sebastian Vettel

"Y/N L/N, five time formula one World Champion!!"

"Y/N L/N, six time formula one World Champion!!"

Sebastian applauded as he looked up at podium with a look of pure pride on his face, that was his girlfriend up there that was making history, not only was she a six time world champion but she was the first ever woman to achieve a world championship title for the sport.

They had shared the track together for the entirety of their Formula One careers and he felt so lucky that he had been there to witness every one of her accomplishments as she had been there for him.

They had 10 world titles between the pair of them, the history of the sport meant so much to the couple and it was overwhelming knowing that they were now a part of it.

"Everybody's a Ferrari fan, even if they say they're not, they are a Ferrari fan" ~Sebastian Vettel

Sebastian looked up at the love of his life from his position knelt on the floor, this moment had been a long time coming but he had finally plucked up the courage to ask the most important question he would ever ask "Will you marry me, liebe?"

Y/N looked down at the man that owned her heart, there was no hesitation in her answer "Yes! Absolutely!" The tears that clouded her eyes had begun to drop down her cheeks.

Sebastian smiled brighter than ever at her answer, he lifted himself off the ground and took the diamond ring out of the velvet box, grabbing hold of her shaking hand and sliding the ring into her finger. He lifted her hand and pressed it to his lips before looking her in the eyes.

He had never been happier in this moment, no number of world titles would match the feeling of having her agree to spend forever with him.

Now he felt like a true champion.

"And the Vettel's are at it!" Crofty shouted as he spotted Y/N's Mercedes get up close to her husband's Ferrari, the battles between the two were something every Formula One fan looked forward too each season.

Sebastian grinned beneath his helmet as he eyed his wife's car through his mirrors. She loved to challenge him and he enjoyed the fight.

She tried to get the inside line going into the first corner but Seb managed to block her causing her to have to lock up, he went slightly wide on the second which left a gap that might be a little too small for most but she took the risk and ended up beside him on the straight.

Side by side they shot along but at the next corner. Y/N took the inside and had managed to pull away from him on the exit, successfully leaving Seb behind her.

He couldn't be mad, his wife did well, just as she always did.

HOT LAPS

Y/N got into the passenger seat of the Ferrari, her husband shutting the passenger door before making his way round to the drivers side.

She hadn't been told they were doing hot laps for Sky Sports, her PR Officer had suddenly sprung it on her but apparently Seb knew and was very excited about it.

Sebastian settled himself in behind the wheel smiling at the camera's before nudging his wife "Are you excited!?" He asked, a big smile on his face.

Y/N rolled her eyes "I'm so excited for you to kill us" her sarcasm was clear as day, she was only joking, they were both very good drivers and had 100% confidence in each other.

Sebastian's grin widened, he switched the car on after making sure Y/N had her belt on before slamming his foot down on the accelerator sending Y/N shooting back against her seat with a grunt. "Fuck me, a warning would've been nice" she huffed.

"You're meant to be asking me questions" Sebastian told her, trying not to laugh. He couldn't wait to watch this back and see her face.

Y/N picked up the cards she had in her hands as Seb skidded around a corner "Okay, What is it like to have a wife that is a better driver than you?" Her voice wavered from the movement to the car.

Sebastian scoffed "Come off it! That is not a question"

His wife laughed "It is, I mean I have the titles to prove it"

"Yeah and you never let me forget it, ask me a real question" Sebastian said, narrowly missing the track wall as he turned around another corner.

Y/N huffed, he was no fun "Okay fine, when are you going to get Instagram?" She read from the sheet.

"I'm not, I don't need it" he simply replied. Y/N sent him a cheeky smile "yeah that's because you use mine to do all of the stalking"

"Exactly" he replied, a smirk on his face. They both kept their home life private but they did share the rare photo of some of the activities they did away from racing.

Y/N laughed as she read the next question which made Seb a little nervous "Who do you prefer as a teammate, me or Kimi?" She asked.

Sebastian guffawed "I'm not answering that" he replied which earned him an incredulous look "oh so you have to think about it?" She asked.

"You're both good for different reasons" he said.

"Okay so what is Kimi good for that I'm not?" She asked with a look that dared him to answer.

"Some peace and quiet" he muttered under his breath causing Y/N to gasp and slap his arm "That is just rude!" She said, pretending to be offended.

"I'm joking" he told her with a cheeky grin before slamming on the brakes as they reached the pits.

Y/N crept up behind Sebastian who was in the middle of an interview, she looked at the camera and placed her finger to her lips, warning the interviewer and the camera man to be quiet.

Those who saw what she was up to stopped to watch, trying to hide their amused smirks and giggles as Sebastian remained blissfully unaware, too focused on answering questions.

She got up right behind him and before he could sense the presence behind him she raised her arm up and poured the ice cold water over his head.

Sebastian shrieked and spluttered as everyone laughed, turning around he came face to face with the proud smile of his wife. He shook his head like a wet dog causing water to splatter everywhere, he launched himself at her. Y/N screamed, trying to run away but she was too slow, her husband had caught her and had pulled her into his chest, rubbing himself all over her to get her wet as payback.

Everyone in the Formula One world loved the prank wars that occurred in the paddock between the married couple.

DRIVE TO SURVIVE

"My name is Sebastian Vettel and I'm a Formula One driver for Scuderia Ferrari"

"My name is Y/N Vettel and I'm a Formula One driver for Mercedes AMG Petronas... yes! Fuck you Lewis... that's how you do it!"

"Seb's a four time world champion, and one of the most ruthless, brilliantly effective racing drivers that I've ever seen... You don't lose that ability overnight" ~Will Buxton

"Y/N just has this fire about her when she's on the track, she's one of the most determined and skilled driver's in the whole of formula one, I think her six World titles show that" ~Toto Wolff

GRILL THE GRID

Daniel Ricciardo threw his head back and sighed "I think the Vettel's will get those, they're both nerds"

"I have all the time I need?" Sebastian asked the filming crew who nodded in response.

S: "Lewis 2020,

      Y/N 2019,2018,2017,2016,2015, 2014

Y: Seb was 2013,2012,2011 and 2010

     2009 was Jenson Button

     2008 Lewis

S: Kimi 2007

    2006 and 2005 was Fernando

    2004,2003,2002,2001,2000 was Michael

Y: 1999 and 1998 was Hakkinen

     1997.... Villeneuve

Time skip

S: 1953 and 1952 was Ascari

    1951 was Fangio

S&Y: and the first one was Farina

The filming crew couldn't believe it, they clapped for the pair whilst shaking their heads in disbelief. The couple really were a pair made in heaven.

Y/N looked at the crew with a proud, excited smile on her face "Did I do it!?"

The crew nodded, Y/N's mouth dropped open before she smiled at the camera and bowed "I'm so proud of myself right now"

"Sebastian got them all right too" the camera man told her. Y/N laughed "Of course he did, who do you think taught me"

Y/N and Sebastian had just raced their last ever race in formula one, she had managed to get on the podium which was a great way to finish her career, one last trophy.

The drivers had all lined up to give the couple a last send off which was really sweet.

"Y/N! Sebastian! Can I get you for one last interview before you leave? I know you're probably sick of all the questions" Natalie Pinkham asked.

She was right, they were tired of all the questions but everyone had a soft spot for Natalie so it only felt right that she should be their last interviewer of the paddock and so the couple walked up to her.

"I was wondering if you could tell us a bit about your decision to retire together, I know you already explained a lot when it was announced but is there anything else that you have to add?" She asked, holding out the microphone between the couple.

Sebastian's hand settled on Y/N's back, his thumb stoking up and down, encouraging her to speak first.

"It wasn't an easy decision and we know that we definitely had the opportunity to continue racing but we have goals outside of formula one that we want to accomplish together and feel now is the time to work towards those goals, Seb and I entered formula one together and it feels right to leave it together too, it's great knowing that we quite literally went through the entire thing with each other"

Sebastian smiled lovingly down at his wife, she had described it perfectly. He knew she still loved racing just as she had when she first started and truly she had only agreed to retire because he had chosen to and she didn't want to race without him on the grid with her but he had lost his spark, he has tried to persuade her to continue but she was adamant.

"How about you, Sebastian?" Natalie asked, tilting the microphone closer to him.

"I think she worded it perfectly, I couldn't think of anyone better to spend my career with, formula one has given us both a lot of special memories but it's time for us to move onto the next step and you'll probably still see us around at some point"

Natalie nodded with a smile and thanked them before letting them get on their way.

Sebastian brought Y/N into a hug, holding her tight against his chest. "This is it, it's over now." He mumbled.

Y/N hummed into his race suit "Maybe. But it's the start of something better"

[artdcnaldson]

can't stop thinking about arts wedding ring, it's ricocheting in my head I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM i'm hyperfixating on it, how outrageously good it looks on his hand, it just looks so completely natural. it fits him perfectly. that man was meant to be a husband, y'know? but i need to be his side piece, i need to be his dirty secret. doesn't matter if he's retired or at the peak of his career i just need to have him, and he needs to be married, an all american family man. kinda fits with the last ask i sent about him telling me he's too old while cuming inside me. i need to feel his ring against my cheek, whether he's holding me gently, grabbing me roughly or slapping me across my cheek. i just know it would feel so good, a cooling sensation, a constant reminder of the weight of what you're doing, the infidelity. need to feel it as he's gripping my ass, lifting me, pulling me back against him. need to feel it as he spanks my pussy for being a brat :((( need to feel like as he's fingering me open on his big fingers :((( I WANT HIM SO BAD need to feel it against my cunt with every thrust of his hand, he does it on purpose, he knows what it does to me. need to feel it against my tongue as he makes me suck his fingers clean. need to have him press his fingers down on my tongue just to make me drool like a little bimbo. AAAAAAHHHHHH i need him to call me a dumb bimbo. omg omg omg i'm sorry i'm tweaking this is so serious.

real time revelation. art donaldson calling me a dumb bimbo. full stop ✋ need to ponder that one for a second... that's very interesting indeed... will ponder on that a little more..........

-🐞

Oh my GODDDD </3

Hnhnhnnggg the cool wedding band digging into your jaw as he grips your face with one hand and slaps it with the other. Makes you keep eye contact as he smacks you again and again. You’re the one tormenting him, stealing him away from his wife and daughter, teasing him with sweet, young pussy he shouldn’t want. He hates you, he hates that he keeps finding himself buried inside of your tight cunt even though he knows it’s wrong.

He wants you to feel the ring, cold and icy against your burning hot skin as he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his cock and makes you bounce on it. Makes you do the work, fucking yourself on him, crying out and babbling about how good it feels, how deep, how much you fucking worship his cock.

The first time he saw you he knew you were going to be trouble. All wet from swimming in the pool with Lily, wearing one of his shirts because your clothes were in the dryer. You looked so pretty in it, wrapped up in something of his, looking sweet and vulnerable and dangerous. He drove you home that night, asked where Tashi found you (friend of a friend), if Lily gave you any trouble (no, Mr. Donaldson), how old you were (almost twenty-one). So young. He had a fucking decade on you and you were looking at him like a meal.

His grip was firm on the steering wheel, knuckles practically white.

“You’re really sweet, Mr. Donaldson,” you said after he parked on your floor of the garage.

“Art.”

You smiled, soft and pretty. “You’re really sweet, Art. And handsome.”

“I’m married,” was all he could think to respond. “Tashi— I love my wife. I love my family.”

“I’m sure you do.”

You sucked his cock in the front seat. When he stroked your cheek, you felt that ring cool against your skin and moaned.

Tashi keeps hiring you, and he keeps going back because he’s so weak. He doesn’t take off his ring— he thinks you like it. You drool around his fingers, tonguing the spot where the ring sits, laving the metal with tiny laps of your tongue. You drool around them, eyes rolling back as he presses them deep, until his fingertips prod at the back of your throat and stringy spit spills from your mouth.

You pull the ring off with your mouth, hold it between your teeth to offer it back. He thinks you’re actually evil.

[aphroditesmoon]

let the light in

jacaerys velaryon x reader

summary: he is everything you need and everything you can't have.

warnings: cheating, infidelity, angst, hurt/comfort, grief.

a/n: trying something new<3

°°°

The winter has always been harsh to you in Winterfell. Tightening the fur cloak around you, Your eyes meet with. your husband's momentarily. Cregan eyes you like a hunter aiming towards a deer. You look away almost immediately.

Your husband was not a cruel man, but he was stern, and he was as cold as the bitter freezing weather. But then again, you figured losing three wives before you would do that to a man.

Exhaling a violent loud breath, you move to exit the solemn feast of the funeral, halted in your steps when you feel his hand againts your shoulder. You snap your face towards him in confusion and take notice of the hesitation in his expression.

"Are you alright?" He speaks for the first time that day. His deep voice still sends shivers down your spine but you no longer tremble hearing it now, at least.

"My brother is dead." You deadpanned, immediately regretting it. His face had guilt written all over it, though for what you couldn't tell.

You cut him off before he could apologize, beating him to it. "I apologize husband, it seems I am still in a rather unstable mood."

He shook his head, dismissing your regret, hand still holding you by your shoulder. "I understand grief, never apologize to me for yours."

When his touch finally leaves you, and his eyes turn towards the floor, you take it as a sign he's letting you retire to your chambers, and so you do.

The sound of low thumping sound of drums and grave music fades away as you enter your room. Breathing a sigh of relief, you took off your coat, swinging it over the chair by the door. Never have the sight of your bed seemed more heavenly than as of now.

You feel your heart sink immediately, the warmth your room provided, disappearing in a swift second with the realization of reality. A sob broke through you, a broken and wretched sound.

you grasped on the material of your dress, right above your chest, as if you could squeeze your heart shut from the pain, but it's still there, loud in it's silence.

You felt him then, arms pulling you into his embrace as you let you body fall weak.

You knew he would come, just as he's always had the past few months he had been here, just like he had when you two were mere children in Kingslanding, where duty has never been pressed so hard on yourselves.

Your mouth was hung open, a scream that never quite escaped you, yet he had heard it.

He'll always will.

You pulled your head out of his chest, shaking hands pulling his face to look at you, the sight of his pity filling you like a knife buried deep in your chest, twisting.

He holds your face in the palms of his hands, like fresh painting, careful not to smudge.

But you do not want him careful. You wanted him to break you, to tear you up like the fragmented girl you already are. And you wanted him to piece you back together again, mold you into all the things you couldn't have been before. A better sister, a good wife, a girl without the rage of a thousand mothers buried inside waiting to burst.

So you kissed him, and Jacaerys, the ever soft prince, kisses you back. His hand moving to the bank of your head, eyes closed, gentle and kind, so kind you wanted to fall apart.

"I want you to fuck me." Low, you murmured againts his lips. You feel his chest heave as if he's been running.

Your foreheads lean againts eachother before his eyes opened, staring straight into your already opened ones. "You're grieving." Jace concluded.

"I am in pain." You corrected. "I'm in so much pain, like a candle whose fire only you could put out. Only you could melt this ice on my land like the spread of summer's return." Your desperation was not subtle, and he wished he could ever resist you, he wish he did the first moment he laid eyes on you.

"I will not take advantage of you." He wanted to demand, to be stern, but it came out in a whisper, his eyes pleading, begging you, to have mercy.

"Take advantage of me Jacaerys, take all of me until there's no more left for myself, All these parts of me are too much to bare."

He's shaking his head now, yet his arms holding you closer, tighter. "Your husband will have my head. He'll kill me."

His eyes was unblinking, unrelentingly tryinh to read you. "And it's not the first time I've thought of it, thought of this, if your heart was ever worth my head."

It was silent between the two of you for a minute, clinging to eachother like you'll drown of you let go. "Is it?" You ask, meekly.

He kisses you again. "You're worth a thousand heads, a thousand men."

[thegeminisage]

star trek update time. last night we watched ds9's "favor the bold" and "sacrifice of angels."

favor the bold:

worf rescuing dax during these wartime bits is EXTREMELY sweet. i think this is like 2 or 3 times now? he loves her 🥺

i love all the big cgi shots of all the different ships...i feel like i could look at those forever just noticing the various differences

quark in this episode......................

quark e kira in charge of breaking rom out. quark/kira. QUARK/KIRA! odo who? he sucks. fuck odo.

i don't mean it. i'm actually going to try as hard as i can to forgive him because it would be too exhausting to hate him until the end of the series. but FUCK ODO!!! kira doesn't need him...quark is right there...

like, odo being busy in his room fucking the mommy changeling or whatever while rom was in JAIL and kira and odo weren't allowed to see him!!!! fuck off

THE BRIG SCENE???? where rom my king rom was like. like quark was fucking. TRYING TO COMFORT HIM? and rom was just like. brother you cannot save me from execution you've got to focus on saving everyone else first. and quark was like what the fuck is wrong with you. and then proceeded to save everyone else first???

AND THEN. HE FOOLED? DAMAR? INTO THINKING HE WAS ON HIS SIDE?

kira was also in amazing form this episode. first of all, her fucking beating damar to a pulp and daring him to do anything about it. her getting ziyal to finally turn on her dad. and most of all telling odo to sit on it and spin. literally go fuck your mother. she's amazing

nog!!! nog's little promotion. wah. about time.

sacrifice of angels:

WORMHOLE ALIENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm actually really nervous about it cuz sisko was like bajor is my home when i retire when i go home it's gonna be to bajor and they were like you will never find peace in bajor :)

it was still really cool to see them again though. i'm fucking obsessed

and like...imagine being kira, or any bajoran. and you work with sisko for five years and he's like man cmon im not jesus. stop treating me like im jesus. i dont believe in that shit. and then he goes into the wormhole to face down 2800 enemy ships and vaporizes them with his mind. buddy you're not beating the jesus allegations anytime soon or like ever

QUARK IN THIS EPISODE ALSO. everything up to him because everyone else got thrown in jail for being rom sympathizers. him kidnapping ziyal for help was brilliant. they made a good team for .5 seconds. i love also that he 1. murdered two guys 2. freaked the fuck out about it, which is exactly what he did in that one episode with the klingon lady

also, QUARK E KIRA!!!! "i'd kiss you quark but" NO! KISS HIM!!!!!!!!!!

ziyal......girl, rip. she got there in the end i guess. but holy shit, i didn't realize damar had it in him. if im being honest im glad they killed her and not rom, it looked dangerously close to heading that way i know i checked up on him on memory alpha but STILL

what was really fun about it was dukat snapping. that wasn't where i saw his arc going but him totally losing it and then giving sisko back the baseball vs sisko triumphantly taking the baseball back...wow. that prop held so much weight over these 6 episodes and i was wondering how it was gonna pay off and it paid off REAL good

odo's change of heart.....................................

look. in theory, i LOVE him having a struggle and coming down on the side of the federation because of, primarily, kira. i just think his "betrayal" came out of nowhere, he was instantly telling this mommy changeling all his deepest secrets and then linking with her without any lead up or build up. if he had been struggling beforehand, if he had still been human and wanted it taken away from him, this i would understand. but his "betrayal" had no meat to it, so his change of heart doesn't feel very meaningful either. so like i want to care but i don't.

that said, when she asked why he changed his mind and he said "i think you know the answer" that was. pretty good. that was pretty good. it makes me hopeful that odo and i can get past this very rough place in our relationship :(

TONIGHT: finally back to voyager to catch up on all the voyager we skipped to watch ds9 three nights in a row. we got "day of honor" and "nemesis," for realsies this time

[remapped-soul]

3. Later

Show don't tell masterlist

nico/jenson, 891 words, comfort

For my dear @colors-of-feeling who wasn't feeling so well the other day and i wanted to offer her some comfort. I hope you'll like it and i hope you're feeling better <3

The first time Nico realises that his day might turn into a bad day is when he catches himself staring at the coffee machine for too long. He blinks at it, lost in a trance, index finger gnawing at the corner of a chipped nail. The phone rings and it pulls him out of it. His hands are cold. His schedule is packed. He doesn’t have time for an impromptu breakdown, but because he is a good boy and his therapist would be disappointed otherwise, he unlocks his tablet and schedules fifteen minutes of soul-searching later in the week. He can check in with his feelings while running on the treadmill. Mens sana in corpore sano and all that. Satisfied with his decision, he downs his shot of espresso and returns to work.

The second time Nico realises that his day might be fucked is during a meeting about the next Greentech festival. His mind keeps running away from him and he keeps pulling it back to the present and it escapes him once again. It gets to the point he doesn’t realise he’s doing it and Michaela has to clear her throat to get his attention.

“Nico. What do you think about it?”

Nico looks up from his doodle. It takes a hot second for the screen to focus in front of his eyes, for the faces to show up in all their splendid confusion. He grins, unperturbed. “We should keep going forward.”

A pause. “So you agree that we should cut down on the number of days in the festival, right? For Singapore?”

Nico’s grin doesn’t slip. “Unless you don’t think you’re capable enough of getting Messer Group on board, then yes, we should cut down the festival to three days.”

No one says anything for a long second. If there is something he learned during his stint in Formula 1 is to pay attention to the conversations around him without actually paying attention. He has to thank Lewis for that.

“Are we done for today? Good. Let’s meet up in a few days when we have the final list of guests. You have until Friday,” he says and ends the Zoom meeting with a click of a button. He throws the doodled papers in the trash bin without a second glance. It’s only noon. He needs lunch, maybe a wank, and he is good to go again.

The third time it happens, Nico doesn’t even realise how fucked he is. He is in the middle of reviewing the script for his next vlog. An hour passes and then another and he doesn’t get past the first two pages. Words stop making sense in English, and then in German. He’s been in his office since the first hours of the morning so maybe he just needs a change of scenery. When something doesn’t seem to work, change the mindset or change the environment. Sometimes, the latter took care of the former as well. There is a reason Nico doesn’t regret retiring from racing.

So he gets up from his desk, gathers his papers and his favourite pen and goes to the living room, sits on the part of the couch closer to the window, closer to the sun. Legs crossed one over the other to not wrinkle his pants. But something happens between that and getting back to work. The TV remote catches his eye, a song that’s been playing in the back of his mind suddenly rings louder in his ears. He tells himself, one video, one episode, one song because his therapist taught him about working hard and rewarding himself. Nico is nothing but a diligent student.

One video, one episode, one song later, there is a hand in his hair, fingers scratching soothingly against his scalp. His head feels heavy, so he lets it fall back against a soft surface, a soft shirt, wrinkles everywhere. It smells like—

“Jenson.” Nico’s eyes feel bleary even with his glasses on.

Jenson smiles down at him, fingers still so gentle in his hair, head cradled against the soft planes of his body, grounding him. “Hi, sweetheart. What are you watching?”

Nico says, “I think I’m having a bad day,” because his therapist has taught him to talk about his feelings. The papers sit discarded on the floors. Nico hasn’t touched them in hours. His pants are wrinkled where he tucked his knees underneath him. If he moves, he is afraid he will break. “How was your day, Jense?”

Jenson presses a kiss to his temple, lips dry with the chill of autumn. His fingers trace the shape of Nico’s ear, follow the cut of his jaw, press against the delicate bones of his collarbones. Jenson takes off his tie, his watch, his belt. He gets behind Nico and puts his hands on Nico’s body, pulling him closer. Nico tries to press as much of himself against Jenson, face against the warm side of his neck, arms around his waist. If he could, he’d crack Jenson’s ribs open and crawl inside, in the space between his heart and his lungs, where is the warmest.

“What are we watching?” Jenson asks, but Nico’s eyes are already closing. He falls asleep to warm hands on his back, in his hair, to lips pressed again his forehead. It’s warm. Nico lets himself breathe.

[baekhvuns]

What what I didn't hear all of the football news?! I expected Bale to retire soon, but Lloris too? And lmao NOT Busquets and Ronaldo together?! Finally said something I agree with Zidane didn't win 3 CL titles with RM in a row to be disrespected by some old dick, bfr 🤡

Hey, I haven't been hurt in a while! Except for burning myself while cooking sometimes... and at times I hit my head on a cupboard 😭 I'm not the quirky and clumsy Y/N who falls down the stairs every second!

I don't see a lot of Harry and Meghan stuff and I'm okay with being blissfully unaware, let's just... stop. I get it, they hate the royals, so do I, but stop milking it unless you're gonna reveal something BIG.

Ofc stans want Lookass back, even though he was so unnecessary, like... didn't anyone else want to join, him of all people??? The fact WayV had a cb without him, but he's gonna show up in SuperM makes no sense to me. SM is deadly quiet, so I can't imagine him showing up suddenly?

I didn't see that many LSF performances and they definitely don't sing live as much as some stans think, but wbk people are delulu. Still, I enjoy their performances a lot! And miss Yunjin's song!!!

Stop that guy from the IG video needs to debut omg

Yeah the talent shows that exploit children 🔪 the parents are the biggest villains though. SM levelled up their promo game, and I'm so glad. The DCM/Atlantis photos were so beautiful as well, I've already noticed the improvement

I'm sorry I had to do it to you 🥰🥰🥰🥰 these boys are killing me. The blackhaired one is a good boy too, a bit of a tsundere at first, but ❤ this love triangle will kill me...

Wait that's the other guy, not Seongjun... what's his name Seungyeon 😭 but yeah the wet shirt happened

Omfg that remix YESSSS I couldn't find it for some reason thanxx!!! That Jopping video, hello?

That San fan call video is so funny idk if he meant it in bad way, probably not but akdhjsjskaknshajahs.

Mr Cedric Diggory deserved better! Nvm Damiano went bald, cancelled 😭😭😭😭 I'm supposed to see Maneskin later this year again, the hair better grow back. Lmao Tom Hiddleston as Loki yeah that too, I just really like Tom Hardy, not necessarily into him rn, but he's an amazing actor. Not Miraculous Ladybug? 🤔

And if I sink my teeth into his arms then what I'm not ready for more Park Seonghwa naaaaaurrrrr

This thread... and judge Hwaaaaa?!

Man really wants it all, cat, bunny, snake, bird... and now a duck? That's Seonghwa now

Maybe the Aussies like snakes...? I mean if it was skinny it can't be that bad 😅 is it weird I'm always more worried about tarantulas and other big ass spiders than snakes? Even though it's easier to escape or capture a spider

Hear me out, bad boy Hwa looking like this 👀

I have some MOTH spoilers, so Tasir has become the Royal Consort 😭🥰 that's my man! However the 2nd baby was born and I have a strange feeling it's Sonnaught's... and that Tasir will leave at some point 🔪 he can come visit me, no problem. I wouldn't get pregnant with some other guys' 🤫 - DV 💖

hi hellooo!!!

What what I didn't hear all of the football news?! I expected Bale to retire soon, but Lloris too? And lmao NOT Busquets and Ronaldo together?! Finally said something I agree with Zidane didn't win 3 CL titles with RM in a row to be disrespected by some old dick, bfr 🤡

YEAH LLORIS’S WAS A SHOCKER,,, busquets ramos and somehow even modric 😭😭 rare mbappe W, but the president resigned so thank fuck,, coming out here disrespecting the man who put your country on the map 🔫 but i have to say french football has the best drama dbdbdb,,, and a kaka lookalike coming to chealsea hopefully the skills come too 🤲🏻 and i HAVE to share this i don’t know how i didn’t see this earlier but the way i threw myself away after reading this A VIOLATION !!!!!! HAS ME SCREAMIFNFNF HE IS A PURE HATER AND I RESPECT THAT SO MUCH and a shakira pique dis track??

Hey, I haven't been hurt in a while! Except for burning myself while cooking sometimes... and at times I hit my head on a cupboard 😭 I'm not the quirky and clumsy Y/N who falls down the stairs every second!

as im writing this i also just sustained an injury by hitting my knuckle on the wood corner <3 this one time an iron fell on my hand <3 THE QUIRKY YN STOP i didn’t say anything 👀🤚🏻ur the yn with long hair till ur waist that need to be tied in a ponytail bc u hate opening it 😩 and has a bad boy waiting outside ur door 😮‍💨

I don't see a lot of Harry and Meghan stuff and I'm okay with being blissfully unaware, let's just... stop. I get it, they hate the royals, so do I, but stop milking it unless you're gonna reveal something BIG.

ur so lucky for this bc i can’t escape them 😭😭😭 the most odd thing about them is that they call each other H & M 😭😭😭,,,, anon if i had to listen to this, u have to also im not doing this alone

do you think if charles and diana had a daughter, things would be completely different now and that whatever history happened would be changed? 🎤

Ofc stans want Lookass back, even though he was so unnecessary, like... didn't anyone else want to join, him of all people??? The fact WayV had a cb without him, but he's gonna show up in SuperM makes no sense to me. SM is deadly quiet, so I can't imagine him showing up suddenly?

no bc it would’ve made sense if they tested his come back with nct but with superm it’s a no no but i think sm’s trying to cater towards the western audience bc it’s what superm was for & it’s easier to forget everything with the western culture??? 😭😭😭

I didn't see that many LSF performances and they definitely don't sing live as much as some stans think, but wbk people are delulu. Still, I enjoy their performances a lot! And miss Yunjin's song!!! //// Stop that guy from the IG video needs to debut omg

right!! i get so mesmerized when they perform i don’t even care if they sing live or not! the enjoy factor in their performances are so high AND YUNJINS SONG I AM IN LOVE WITH THAT WOMEN SO TERRIBLY, I AM DOWN BAD FOR HER !!!!!!! we need the guy to debut bc he did one with new jeans too 😭😭😭 old jeans need to be their group name and uh baemon 1st member is 15 named haram..

Yeah the talent shows that exploit children 🔪 the parents are the biggest villains though. SM levelled up their promo game, and I'm so glad. The DCM/Atlantis photos were so beautiful as well, I've already noticed the improvement

no seriously!! wanting ur kids to be famous so u can exploit their fame for money is 🔫🔫 THEY DID THE TEASERS ARE STUNNING sm’s artistic excellence is untouchable,, red velvet’s feel my rhythm teasers and the birthday album design???? TOP TIER !!!!!

I'm sorry I had to do it to you 🥰🥰🥰🥰 these boys are killing me. The blackhaired one is a good boy too, a bit of a tsundere at first, but ❤ this love triangle will kill me... ///// Wait that's the other guy, not Seongjun... what's his name Seungyeon 😭 but yeah the wet shirt happened

the way i stuttered, held onto the closest thing to me to stabilize BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK ANON 😭😭😭😭 the black haired is my favourite and i haven’t even read it,, that is a park seonghwa reincarnation OHHHHHHH but wet shirt 🤚🏻

Omfg that remix YESSSS I couldn't find it for some reason thanxx!!! That Jopping video, hello? //// That San fan call video is so funny idk if he meant it in bad way, probably not but akdhjsjskaknshajahs.

ofc!! THE JOPPING VIDEO !!!! WHAT A MASTERPIECE I AM STILL SO INSANELY SURPRISED BY EVERY TIME I SEE IT, art! whichever way he meant it’s so funny id never show my face to him ever again 😭😭😭

Mr Cedric Diggory deserved better! Nvm Damiano went bald, cancelled 😭😭😭😭 I'm supposed to see Maneskin later this year again, the hair better grow back. Lmao Tom Hiddleston as Loki yeah that too, I just really like Tom Hardy, not necessarily into him rn, but he's an amazing actor. Not Miraculous Ladybug? 🤔

HE DESERVED EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING BETTER but draco deserved even better esp in the last 3 movies 🤚🏻 HES WHAT???? HES IN HIS MILITARY ERA???? WHAT THE FUCK???? he do this for what. why. U BETTER SEND US HD PHOTOS OF HIM !!!!!!! and eurovision in liverpool???? 👀 he is a great actor and the choice of movies he picks is amazing! CHAT NOIR. I WONT SAY ANYTHING.

And if I sink my teeth into his arms then what I'm not ready for more Park Seonghwa naaaaaurrrrr //// This thread... and judge Hwaaaaa?! //// Man really wants it all, cat, bunny, snake, bird... and now a duck? That's Seonghwa now

omg his skin is so smooth 😭😭😭 CLOSE THE GYMS KQ !!!!!! PLEASE KEEP HIM AWAY 😭😭😭 PLS DBWKHDKE SEONGHWA HITS ALL THE ANGLES KCBWKDJCJC we need hwa on a dance mentor show to see his judging,, wait felix 😭😭😭🤚🏻

Maybe the Aussies like snakes...? I mean if it was skinny it can't be that bad 😅 is it weird I'm always more worried about tarantulas and other big ass spiders than snakes? Even though it's easier to escape or capture a spider

AN ORANGE SNAKE AND A BLACK SNAKE ANON FJQKFHWKHD THE WAY IT SLITHERED HAD MY SKIN CRAWLING IT IS NASTY DISGUSTING DISFUCKINGGUSTING TJEHDWK spiders and snakes are equally scary bc one can swallow u whole or poison u the other just exists and crawls..

Hear me out, bad boy Hwa looking like this 👀

I have some MOTH spoilers, so Tasir has become the Royal Consort 😭🥰 that's my man! However the 2nd baby was born and I have a strange feeling it's Sonnaught's... and that Tasir will leave at some point 🔪 he can come visit me, no problem. I wouldn't get pregnant with some other guys' 🤫 - DV 💖

SONNAUGHT BABY???? 😭😭😭🤚🏻 IF ONLY THAT FUCKER WAS NICE ID BE CELEBRATING IN THE STREETS,, TASIR DESERVED BEST DUO !!!!! if sonnaught get’s his shit back together im sorry to say it’s over for tasir

a day to remember 😔

anon…

U SAID BAD BOY HWA WITH SILVER HAIR IS THIS NOT HIM

AND THE SUIT FIT??? 😩😩

and? 🧍🏻‍♀️

[vole-mon-amour]

The Newsreader, 1x02.

"There's nothing happening between Helen and I." "Sure." <...> "Who made the first move?"

You jerks :') Cackling, but also feeling so bad. Dale is so shy and genuine and embarrassed a bit.

They!! That suit looks sooo good on her.

"I don't like people talking about me." If you're going to become a newsreader, they're going to talk about you anyway. Who cares!! Enjoy Helen's wonderful company and have fun!!

"Is this your way of telling me I'm a little bit too much?" YOU'RE ABSOLUTE NOT. Pick me, I'd go with you, babe. <3 Dale, what are you doing :(

Who goes to your friends house where there are NO rumors, only trust, tells them "We can hang out after hours, just not at work things" and LEAVES??? You're already there, wyd!!

People are being assholes to Noelene, she deserves better.

No offense, but go jump off a bridge or smthng.

Oh, and Helen has panic attacks? Dale, wyd!! Be nicer!!

I mean, I understand, a person can't be dependent on another person, especially fully. But I understand it as Helen doesn't have any friends? A public figure that lives alone, lonely, and Dale becomes her only friend and now pushes her away? C'mon. I know it's for the sake of development and eventually Dale is going to realize that no matter what he does, people are always talking anyway. But omg, Helen deserves better.

How are they allowed to drink at work and why do Noelene and Helen have to deal with all the shit coming their way when these two are literally DRINKING BEER AT WORK??? DURING DAYLIGHT WORKING HOURS???

I'm amazed at how Helen is losing it between the camera rolling and not. How she managed to pull herself together in 30 freaking seconds. The credit is fucking due. But oh, how she loses herself again when the work is done for the hour. She definitely needs new meds and some serious therapy.

Somebody get her into AA & get Lindsay away from her. If he hurts her at any point-- I don't fucking like where this is going.

How scared and broken she looks in here. Lindsay, I swear to fucking Outsider--

"I just wanted to know if you were alright."

And the way she looks at him. Breaks my heart. It's like she's insecure 'cause Dale is pushing her away, maybe thinking that this is what she's worth (=Lindsay), whether she wants it or not.

"Good luck." Get FUCKED. I've only had Helen for 2 episodes but if anything happens to her, I'm gonna kill everyone in this room and force Dale to never fucking leave her and always treat her RIGHT.

How Helen loses it as soon as Lindsay leaves and cries in Dale's arms. She trusts him with all of her. ;_;

Most men at the office are so delusional about what their words and actions do to women & how it affects women. I'm gonna go berserk at one point, it drives me insane. Oh that privilege of being a cis straight white man that chooses to not think about their actions without even realizing it. But sometimes they do and they STILL choose to ignore it. Kinda getting really mad here.

They are so cute. And I get why people ship them off the bat, but a big part of me wants them to stay friends and become best friends. I don't totally get why Dale is pushing Helen away so hard. What is he afraid of? Confrontation? That Helen would eventually want to cross that line and become lovers? That he'll fall in love with her and everyone at the office were right all along? Is he that insecure? What is it, Dale?

What is this smile? He was just low key freaked out because he was lying on her pillow and on her bed and immediately got up with "I should go", but now this smile? I'm getting mixed signals here & I'm very confused. Or is it Jeff's retirement? But then he talks about Tim and wants to join him for the comet??? I'M SO CONFUSED, somebody explain this to me lol.

Can we talk about the details here? I KNOW he spent the night at her place, on her bed and all. But can we acknowledge that he actually unbuttoned his shirt a bit and took out the belt? AND he's living her house without fixing his appearance. Just holding that belt in his hands. I just--

I get why people would be talking. I mean, if I saw my colleagues like that, I, too, would be??? Not to mention if that was otp. I'd be screaming about it for months.

At the same time, it's like the show is pushing this ship on me (unless they are trying to prove a point of a man and a woman can look and act like a couple but still be friends and friends only, which I doubt is the case here)? They became such good friends so fast and people at work think they are dating and that they spend most of their free time together. I have such mixed feelings on this. I think I'm gonna be a bit disappointed if it ends in romance.

Now that I think about it, it makes the perfect sense. Tim asks about Dale's relationship with Helen and if they broke up, gives him his number in a very specific name, "either way, it's fine". I-- The layers of this show.

She's such a mess, I think I might have a crush on her. Oh to have your public person that wants to spend your time with you, take you out and just genuinely enjoys your company. I mean, Dale is nice & I'm torn between them (make me into a sandwich in between them pls), but also? Anna Torv in any role? Give me. I am once again begging for season 3 of Mindhunter, please. IDC how older she looks in s3, I need her back as Wendy Carr.

"Everyone agrees. They owe you an apology. The whole Lindell family." Okay, what happened then? Is this why he's insecure and been pushing Helen away? Bc someone either humiliated and/or broke his heart?

Wait, is Dale canonically bi/gay????? If he is, why do I always joke about characters being bisexuals but so slow at picking the clues? Lol.

He's such a sunshine. I know Sam is a good actors, I KNOW, but it's still mind-blowing watching him to give his characters a life and still be completely different in every role. Different body language, different personalities that you can see through every move. And then you look at Sam Sam & it's a different person irl, too. That is definitely worth something.

I mean, listen... :) And how HAPPY she is to see him. Don't end up in romance!! DO NOT PLEASE. This show is way too cute sometimes.

Baby, you're myyyy anggeeeeellll! You both are.

I mean, they are VERY cute, but are they doing this to me? Everyone is basically saying that they're dating and it LOOKS like they're dating.

Evelyn is kind of a bitch, isn't she. :)) And not in a good way.

They're that kind of a pair, aren't they?

"I'm gonna do it." "DO NOT!" "I'm doing it."

Lol lol lol.

Does Dale realize that "You absolutely can count on my support" means that he'll have to go against Helen? And I don't think he would want to do that? Cause Geoff totally dislikes Helen and where she wants to take the news (aka show more women, news on AIDS, liberation, all that stuff). Cause I don't think Dale realizes that.

They're so cute. One part of me screams, "Ship it!" The other screams, "STAY FRIENDS!"

Aaaand of course he kisses her. DALE!!! The way he looks at her, though. I still feel like he's bisexual? Idk why. Just some vibe from him.

Lmaooo.

The way they chose to kiss on the dance floor where the cameras can caught it and will definitely print it on the news. They're living in the moment but won't they regret it?

Also, you know, this does have a bit of The Newsroom energy. Sometimes Lindsay is the villain, the other times he's a pretty cool dude. And both shows are very niche, so there's that.

[mlmmetalhead]

HIIIII soooo good morning/evening/night idk at wich time you'll see this bUt i kinda remembered this scenes in wich jonathan is high as hell and i tought it was funny- THE POINT IS can i request a jonathan byers x male reader in wich they are both smoking and the reader accidentaly confesses his feelings towards jonathan and they end up kissing but like in a cute way- idk just them both laughing and loving each other it would be very adorable

thank uuu <3

Love you so much, it makes me sick.

Jonathan Byers x Male reader

CW: drug use (duh), brief mentions of sex, cheesy ass ‘i love you more’ banter.

A/N: I wrote down a real conversation I had with my friend when we both were drunk for the first part.

"Dude, open the window, or I'm going to fucking choke"

Jonathan got out of bed, coughing up the marijuana smoke enveloping his lungs, and reached for the window, carefully opening it. He peeked out the window and sucked in the lilac-scented air, which in the same second mingled with the sweet smell that was coming from his room. After standing at the window a little longer, he looked around. Opening the curtains, Byers shivered and sighed.

"Is that better?", he asked and, without waiting for an answer, settled back on the bed. Y/N nodded in agreement, peering into the darkness surrounding their room. On the other side of the street, sparse lights came on. The wind picked up.

"Shit, Jonny. Have you ever wondered how our existence and our existence of our world relate to each other? Well, take our motorcycles, for example. They, too, appear to give our consciousness some sort of place to retire to. To sit on a motorcycle that means nothing and means nothing about you-and to exist."

Y/N turned toward his friend, trying to focus his gaze on his face. Byers stared at him in silence for a while, then let out a weak chuckle.

"What? I don't get it. Why your motorcycle is... Like, our existence?"

"Not my motorcycle, idiot, and I don't even have one. Life.", L/N held his finger up meaningfully. Jonathan made a pensive face. 

"So, does everything in the world have something to do with motorcycles?" 

L/N shook his head and shrugged. 

"What motorcycles, you uneducated dummy, it's a metaphor. An elementary metaphor. Elementary, though very profound." 

Jonathan shook his head, "Nah, I don't get it. When did you buy a motorcycle?"

"I never bought one. A motorcycle, it's like... Speed, and in life, everybody's got... And aspiration, and it's like... Ah, fuck it, forget it."

Jonathan threw up his hands in defeat. "All right, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. You seem kind of weird today." 

Y/N waved his hand and turned away.  "It'll be all right. I'm just tired. Gotta get some sleep." 

His friend looked away. "I know what you mean. I've thought about it myself sometimes. And then, all of a sudden, you realize you can't live like that. You don't even have to fuck somebody."

"What's up with the fucking thing? Haven’t gotten lucky in a while?"

"No, it's kind of a... Metaphor... Or whatever it is you said."

Y/N laughed, leaning back on the bed. "You're such a dumbass, it's funny. I love you even more for that. Not that I didn’t love you in the first place" 

Byers turned to him and made a face as serious as he could under the influence of weed. L/N furrowed his brows, trying to figure out what it was he was saying.

 "Wait... What?" Jonathan leaned toward him and looked into his eyes. "What did you say?"

 "What did I say...?" L/N lowered his gaze to Jonathan’s lips.

Byers blinked slowly, waving his head. His gray-brown eyes glowed and it was as if he was looking right into Y/N’s soul. 

"Are you... Are you serious right now?"

 There was an unease in his voice that sounded serious. Y/N suddenly relaxed and sat up on the bed. 

"What did I say?" - he asked again, confused, and laughed without waiting for an answer. "I don’t understand. Maybe I said something wrong, huh? Am I going to get in trouble?" 

He laughed again. An uncertain smile appeared on Jonathan's face and he laughed softly, too.

 "Geez, Y/N, you're such a sweetheart..."

Byers raised his hand and ran his fingers down his friends cheek. L/N stared breathlessly at his fingers, a fire burning beneath them. And, submitting to that warmth, Y/N felt the world change. It was as if he wasn't inhaling oxygen from his lungs, but a stream of bright, fresh waves that grew stronger and stronger and suddenly carried him far from his bedroom. Him and Jonathan. The two of them together. And at that moment, Jonathan pressed their lips together, and L/N realized that what he had just felt was, in fact, the most important thing in his life. Then Jonathan embraced him and Y/N felt his body come alive, filling with new life. 

"It's time. I don't want to live without you, Y/N," he whispered.

"It's the marijuana talking in you now, Johnny, or the alcohol, I don't know..."

 "Maybe," Byers replied, and, wrapping his arms around his neck, drawing himself closer, “But what I do know is that today, here and now, that's all I need. Y/N, I love you. I love no one more than I love you. And I love you more than I love myself. Tell me, do you love me?"

 L/N laughed and kissed him on the nose. "I said it first, of course I love you. I love you very much, Johnny. I love you so much I'm afraid I can't hold it in...I love you so much, I could just eat you."

"Don't eat me... I'm not tasty..." Jonathan smiled as he nestled in Y/N’s lap and buried his face in the others shoulder, inhaling the scent of his hair.

 "You know, you're so funny when you smile, N/N..."

 "And you're very funny when you laugh. I always laugh with you. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced in my life." 

"You don't understand, Y/N... You don't understand how good I feel with you..."

"I'm sure I'm better off with you than you are with me." 

"That's not true, I love you so much more. When I look at you, my heart melts."

"Liar, I love you so much more. I really do..." 

"I mean it. You're the best."  Jonathan kissed Y/N’s shoulder, then his neck, then went up to his ear, and finally reached his face, attacking it with messy butterfly kisses. 

“Oh, stop it!” L/N laughed trying to get Byers back with an attack of his own, before grabbing Jonathan’s head to stabilize it in one place, capturing his lips in a long, sensual french kiss. After a while, they separated for air, Jonathan placing his forehead upon Y/N’s, staring into his lovers eyes.

“I still think I love you more though.”

[fruitoftheweek]

Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 4:Showered in Sin

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here

Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare

Word Count: 6,502

Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.

After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.

And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.

He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.

Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.

Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.

If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.

"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.

"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.

"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.

"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.

And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.

As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.

You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.

You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.

He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.

He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.

You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.

"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.

You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.

"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."

You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.

You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.

Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.

Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.

He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.

The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.

He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.

You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.

Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.

He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.

He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.

You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.

You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.

You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.

There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.

When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.

"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.

You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.

He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"

The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.

You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.

"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.

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Chase You / Chase Me (Pt. 3)

Part 3: Remember when everything was different

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Aislinn, Gigi and Alex find friendship in the midst of the competition. One discussion led to another, pushing Alex to take a trip down memory lane, revealing the moment in her past where she and Gabe's paths crossed for the first time.

Book/Pairing: Choices - Laws of Attraction / Gabe Ricci x MC (Alex Keating)

Words: 1.7k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / alcohol consumption, language. Scenes/themes may trigger trauma for some, reader discretion advised.

Disclaimer: Most of the characters as well as some dialogue belong to Pixelberry. I am merely borrowing them.

Sunday, downtown New York

"Wait, can you back up for a moment," Aislinn said across Alex, who was scooping the remains of her melted banana split. Gigi was sipping her ice-cold mimosa, their brunch table full of plates with scrapes of leftovers. The sun was out and so were they, dining al fresco under the shade of a huge white parasol and the gentle breeze cooling them every now and then. It was a perfect day so far.

The trio has agreed to meet up that Sunday to discuss what went down with the Rothswell case as well as to prep for the conference Sadie had invited them to. They were on some kind of a peace pact, all of them sharing the view that pitting women against women in the corporate world is just shitty business.

Alex has enjoyed their company. They exchanged imaginary one-liners that would have made Martin frown his heart out or Beau McGraw chortle his head off. And speaking of McGraw, they all concluded that the best strategic course of action was to let Beau enjoy his moment in the sun. One day, Alex would make sure to remind him that he tried to rain on her parade.

It was a refreshing and enlightening discussion, though she will forever be traumatized with how many swears Gigi can cram in a single sentence. But the sight of a flustered Aislinn while Alex and Gigi engaged in a battle of pick-up lines with their waiter was a strong second contender.

As their drinks flowed, the conversation naturally led to rhetorical questions, now settling at why they became a lawyer. Aislinn shared first, surprisingly, stating that her knack for analysis was just a natural fit to the demands of a career in law. Gigi's answer was simple - she can leverage her eidetic memory to earn herself some serious dough, allowing her to live it up and take impromptu vacations to Bali.

Alex tried to dodge the question. She had never needed to discuss her reason of leaving pre-med behind to attend law school. It wasn't a pleasant memory, and she doubted it will ever be.

The two ladies were quick to see her attempts of evasion. But together, they finally wore her down, Alex left laughing with their shenanigans as they cornered her to tell her story. So she told them that she knew Gabe Ricci. And that it was because of him why she was a lawyer. Alex decided that revealing the truth was worth it, seeing how their jaws just dropped to the floor.

"Girl, you have to explain yourself right now," Gigi demanded, to which Aislinn seconded.

Alex snorted as she went back to skimming what was left of her dessert. "It's a boring sob story, and I don't want to turn this lovely morning into a snooze fest."

"We're not going anywhere, right Gi?" Aislinn turned to Gigi beside her, who nodded whilst sipping another glass of cocktail.

"Fine, but only if you swear this won't leave this table," she said. The two held up their hands invoking a half-smiling Alex, sensing nothing but sincerity. So she drank down her glass of bloody mary and took a deep breath, composing her tale.

"Buckle up, ladies, you're in for a ride."

**

10 years ago, in a town near Boston

Alessandra Keating had never felt more alone than she did that day.

They said she needed to just move forward. But how can she, when every day since the crash, she felt nothing but emptiness? How can she feel alright, when the only life that she knew was suddenly taken away from her?

It wasn't long before she found out that the car accident was caused by someone being reckless, by someone who thought they were above the law. Then, she imploded. No way could she let her parent's deaths be forgotten. No fucking way.

For the past three years, she invested all of herself into this endeavor. Researching, studying, choosing the right counsel, even raising funds. It was what kept her breathing, what gave her purpose. Ultimately, it was what kept her sane.

From filing the lawsuit to attending mediations, to numerous settlement meetings and colliding with every legal roadblock possible - Alex made sure to see them through. Only for everything to be decided that day - the bench trial.

One sweltering summer morning in her hometown's courthouse, Alex sat on the side of the plaintiff, with her long brunette hair tangled in waves. She let her senses wander, taking in the dark wooden panels and pews, her sense of smell invaded by the scent of old mahogany. She sealed her lips into silence, hiding her nerves by straightening the bargain khaki suit that she borrowed.

She barely held it in as her eyes travelled to the table beside them, catching a glimpse of the man that caused her immeasurable pain. With jet black hair and looking as young as her, he sat with an almost mocking expression. He was wearing a crisper set of suit, creating an illusion of trustworthiness that Alex can easily see through.

Maximilian K. Cornell. The green-eyed teenager who swerved his sports car onto the same slippery road Alex and her parents were passing through. The very same boy who got out unharmed, but left Alex's family to die in the snow. Her opponent was a slithery snake who managed to screw the justice system so many times over, just because his parents had the grease to do so.

But after the crash, the town decided they can no longer turn the other cheek. Alex's decision to sue was propelled by the support of the countless friends and families whom her parents have helped in their hour of need. But that still proved not enough.

Her mind whirled back to the proceedings, and to how every strategy, every plan of attack was being thrown out. With every whip from the defense, she started to grow impatient. As another traffic expert from her camp was dismissed, Alex just snapped inside. She leaned to Mr. Leroy, a withering man on the brink of retirement who was her lawyer, asking for them to convene outside.

"I'm sorry Mr. Leroy, but your strategies were just scrutinized and torn into pieces," Alex said in a low voice the moment they stepped out into the hallway.

"Alex, I am doing my best here. We clearly don't have the upper hand, lacking the incriminating evidence that we need," the man replied, exasperated.

"Have we dug up his previous records? I mean, why on earth would he have a sealed history? Doesn't that mean something?" she continued.

She continued to dictate her litany of better-positioned moves, but even Alex knew she wasn't getting through. So she excused herself from the conversation, hoping a cup of iced coffee will somehow mitigate her frustrations.

As soon as she came back, she found Mr. Leroy convening with a much younger man in a dark navy suit. His aura screamed "big city hotshot", albeit the exhausted look in his brown eyes. Not wanting to interrupt, she held off from approaching. However, her curiosity didn't stop her from eavesdropping.

What she heard the charismatic man say was a legal precedent that would have opened the sealed records in question. And with all the mind-boggling legal jargon, that's just about what she understood.

"Gabriel Ricci? I'm looking for an attorney named Gabriel Ricci?" a female voice from a nearby window called out, which made the young man raise his head. She saw him end the conversation abruptly, where a flustered Mr. Leroy hastily thanked him. Alex took that as her queue to approach her lawyer.

"Alex, we might be able to turn things around," she heard Leroy say.

And by some miracle, things did turn around. With her lawyer using the precedent offered by the young attorney earlier, their side gained the needed momentum to tip the scales in their favor. By the end of the trial, the verdict was out - Cornell will never be able to drive another vehicle, along with paying her a hefty amount of damages and fees.

They won.

Alex had to pinch herself before the victory sunk in. When it did, she felt an immense burden lifted from her shoulders.

After a long, long time, Alex can finally breathe.

Broken free from her nightmares, she asked herself what's next? The answer came to her almost immediately. Right there and then, she decided what she wanted to be. Like that man from the courthouse, she will become a lawyer.

Fueled by this new sense of mission, she saw a future for herself. No longer held by the past, she finally was able to move forward.

Indeed, Alex became what she set out to do - a lawyer who took on hopeless, even impossible cases and won them. A lawyer her parents would be proud of.

A damn good lawyer, just like Gabriel Ricci.

**

Present Day, at a New York Penthouse

Gabe sat in his home office clad in nothing but his white bath robe, holding a worn manila folder.

Five years ago, Gabe saw this case as his opportunity to make Robbie proud. The defendant had all the parallels with his brother - a teenager, incarcerated young, where the punishment had presumed to be too harsh. He now knew it was rightfully just.

But at that time, he was blinded by passion and ambition. He wanted to prove to himself and to Sadie what he can do. Taking on this case that was practically unwinnable would give him more power, more control over the pro bono cases he wanted to take. Actually winning this though, that proved to be his fatal mistake.

Your cockiness got the better of you again, Ricci.

His mind went to Alex. That was the direction his every waking moment drifted to nowadays. Whether he liked it or not, he'd answer some other day.

He had to let her know. If he didn't, Alex would eventually find out herself. Once she discovers that he was the one who had set this man free, she would hate him.

Gabe can't bring himself to think of that happening, of losing that chance with her, or of losing Alex's trust.

Hell, I'm going to lose her entirely if she finds out.

These realizations devastated him.

But how can they both escape the looming shadows of the past unscathed? Even he couldn't figure that out.

Sighing, he rubbed his hand on his face, reeling at his lack of options. He then stood up, slamming the open folder on his desk as he turned to face the window, simmering in his own regrets. Papers slipped out to the carpeted floor, including a full-page mugshot of the defendant.

It was Maximilian Cornell.

Author's Notes: With Sadie being shady AF, I feel like we all need some dose of female friendship right? Also, this is my HC why Gabe constantly pulls away from MC, not only because of their working relationship. Did the reveal live up to the cliffhanger? Let me know in the comments! 👇👇👇

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Actually Done with FMDM now and I may never recover (least of which not because this last burst was literally 12 hours of reading to make the most of the weekend) but yeah all things considered it was worth. truly the answer to "what if evangelion were about samurai revenge, but still had all the biblical themes and also the freudian ones" might do a more comprehensive ramble on it later when I'm not sleep deprived but just because I wanna put some thoughts in text

MAJOR SPOILER WARNING FOR FULL METAL DAEMON MURAMASA BELOW THE BREAK

what a fucking haunting story, man. the soundtrack usage really drives home how gutwrenching of a tragedy it is. I think it's worked its way into my top 3 revenge narratives, if not holding the first place (need time to digest)

devastating. it's been a while since I've read a story (vn or otherwise) that gave me that cold feeling of tingling despair in my stomach

there's nothing happy about where things go, and you know it literally can't end happily. minato's words about just wanting to go somewhere quiet in the end hit so hard when you're just hoping that at least one person gets to walk away from this "okay"

the moment where hikaru finally believes her brother loves her, but only because he killed the person he hated most (himself) and it made him kill the person he loved most (her) while that fucking acoustic vocal track played Actually Gutted Me even though I realized it was going to happen easily 5 hours before it did

also the way it fucking buries major plot foreshadowing in what seem like gag scenes (chachamaru using "liger" as her pseudonym, because of who her parents are) is unmatched. every time I noticed something like that, it felt like getting kneed in the chest

there's just nobody as insane as narahara in the ways narahara is. I sincerely hope he enjoys his retirement from writing, even if I also desperately wish he'd done more

also don't think for a second I missed the fact that the first blows exchanged in the final confrontation between ginseigo and muramasa are almost exactly the same ones exchanged between akane and igarasu in hanachirasu. choice fucking touch. especially with how they're immediately subverted by EVERYTHING THAT IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWS

[casmybelovedass]

The Destiel Folder: Season 6

[Season 4; Season 5] Man, this season... an emotional rollercoaster

Episode 3:

Cas admits he and Dean "share a more profound bond." (15:35) uuuhmm okay

"You think I came because you called?" (16:31) cut to "I always come when you call" later on in E21

"When a claim is laid on a living sould, it leaves a mark, a brand." ... like a handprint maybe? (22:33) Cas basically called dibs on Dean and admits it

Dean, I get it, Cas looks hot when he fights, but you don't have to look at him like this (24:42)

The amount of eye-fucking in this scene (25:56) almost 30 seconds (of Dean checking out Cas) of Old married coupleTM moments. Dean is worried about Cas dying again by the hands of an archangel. He just got attacked and wants to go out. But Cas has to go save the universe from a holy war. Basically a wife asking her soldier husband not to leave for the war.

[(26:28-26:30) Dean was totally looking at the BOOTY]

NOW FOR THE JUICY STUFF: Cas and Balthazar obviously had a history. More than brothers or war buddies. We could parallel them to Dean and Lisa: both old flames coming back after a long time and all.

Also, Balthazar can sense something is going on between Cas and Dean. It's so clear he can (35:26). ICWAW, we would assume Balthazar was an ex, getting jealous over Cas' new love interest

Episode 6:

"You asked me to be here, and I came", OH what about the whole 'I don't come because you call' thing? (13:40)

How domestic is this moment. Cas pouring Dean a drink, trying to comfort him (14:03). He hates seeing Dean like this, and hates even more the fact he can't do anything about it

Cas knows Dean is hurt enough already, and doesn't want to get him involved with a war that's not his to fight (14:20), but still wants to help

Episode 7:

Second time Cas starts stripping in front of Dean and he just stares (2:32)

Look, all I'm saying is... they really don't have to stand THAT CLOSE to each other (4:07)

Episode 9:

[Not a destiel moment but Dean struggling to say the words "gay guy" is too fucking funny to me (33:45)]

Episode 10:

Dean, will you not check out the angel in front of your brother, please? (11:54)

Dean is visibly uncomfortable at Cas watching porn practically NEXT to him, and having a BONER practically next to him. Understandable, but still... kinda gay (15:58) Look at Dean's face, my God (16:07)

[I'm screaming Dean looks like he's wondering what it'd be like to kiss Cas (25:29)]

"CAS?!" (26:23) the way Dean gets progressively more worried about Cas fading/being taken away and shit, kills me

[Cas is so fucking confused as to why Dean would suggest he'd let him have an hour alone with Meg (39:25), either that or he's embarrassed he might've actually wanted to. Meg and Castiel were cute together]

"If there's anything we can do-" "There isn't. I wish circumstances were different. *stares at Dean with puppy eyes* Much of the time, I'd rather be here." (39:46)

Also, Dean stares at Cas for 15 seconds, but averts his eyes when saying "We're your friends"? (40:01) Denial? Something's off. ICWAW, this would indicate tension, unspoken feelings

Just... the way Dean looks at Cas, and when he flies away (40:17) HIS EYES

Episode 11:

Balth jokingly calls Cas Sam's 'boyfriend', and Sam reacts normally, letting it fly over his head. When later in episode 17, Balth calls Cas "the angel in the dirty trench coat who's in love with you", Dean gets pissy. Just like later in 10x5. Touchy much? (13:48)

Balth admits he doesn't like Dean, and that "screwing him would delight me", but calls the one brother who threatened to crisp his wings, a "capable young man" (14:46). Jealous much? ICWAW we would read some sort of romantic rivalry between those two.

Episode 14:

This face... where have I seen this face before?

Oh yes, here

Dean looks at Lisa, the so called "love of his life", the same way he looks at Cas. Fuck my life

Episode 15:

"Cas" (Misha) starts stripping and Dean... stares... again (9:23)

"Well, Cas... now that you have your sword, try not to die by it." (39:53) Is it a saying? Or a reference to Dean being Michael's Sword? As in "He is gonna be the death of you"? And Balth looks at Cas THAT WAY?! (40:01) You can't tell me there was nothing between these two. Kill me now

Fucking stop being an old bitching married coupleTM already (40:25) you are hurting me

Episode 17:

Balth 'jokes' about Cas being in love with Dean (18:48) ICWAW we would read this as an ex being petty about the new love interest and teasing said love interest about it

Wow, jealous much, Dean? Again, ICWAW, this would totally be seen as jealousy for your crush's ex (27:30). And Dean, you're staring at Cas' lips again (27:37)

[Sam: "So, you killed 50,000 people for us?" Cas: *looks at Dean* "... No, I didn't... They were never born." (37:49) This is so stupid, but... sure, Cas... sure. That's what you ment.]

Cas makes a small speech about fighting for freedom, choosing your fate and all, while looking at Dean (38:55). OKAY SUBTEXT!!!

[As soon as Dean mentions boobs, Cas is gone (39:36) LOL]

Episode 19:

"It's not like Cas lives in my ass. The dude's busy. [...] Cas, get out of my ass!!!" "I was never in... your-" (4:28) and then they stare... Were you having unholy thoughts guys?

"Without your power you're basically just a baby in a trench coat" #MARRIED (10:38), "My friend is very sick." "I have a, uh... painful burning sensation." OH COME ON!!! (11:22)

"You know who whines? Babies. *pats Castiel*" (14:28) I'm sorry, pats him wHERE??!!

Dean saves Cas again (19:38)

The way Cas says "Dean, Dean!" (23:09)... I'm so fucking weak, and look at those EYES! (23:41) kill me now

"The kid... The little kid, he's one of them." "... Unbelievable." "Yeah, I know, Cas. You told me, all right?" (37:48) #MARRIED

Sam and Bobby immediately think Cas might be betraying them (39:31), while Dean won't even immagine the possibility. "This is Cas we're talking about!" (39:52)

Episode 20:

Even tho Dean can sense something is off with Cas, he won't bring himself to admit it. And the eye-car-sex. That. (4:44-4:53)

"You're distracted. [...] Is that all you're holding, huh? See... the stench of that Impala's all over your overcoat, angel." (6:20) this has such sexual undertones. ICWAW, it would be MENT as having sexual undertones. Also Crowley ships it

Dean protects Cas even tho clear evidence is there, and even feels bad about lying to him (12:06). And Cas feels oh so bad about Dean trying to be loyal to him, even when he was starting to suspect (13:18)

Dean still refuses to acknowledge the possibility of Cas' betrayal (19:56). His speech about Cas... I'm weak. "He broke ranks, gone to the mat, cut and bleeding for us, so many frigging times. This is Cas!" (20:10). ICWAW, this would be read as Dean having feelings for Cas, and as those feelings were getting in the way of his best judgment

Cas goes against the King of Hell to save the boys... but Dean first (21:48), and Dean defendes him against Bobby and Sam, apologizing for doubting about him. Cas hates having to break their trust

The look on Dean's face as he realizes Cas had been lying the whole time... BROKEN (23:35-23:49)

Cas doesn't want Dean to have to sacrifice more than he already had for him (25:19), and when Crowley shows up, Cas' first instinct is to look back at Dean protectively (25:30), and does that again before following Crowley (26:17)

Cas wants Dean to be happy, stay retired, even tho he was so longingly looking at him moments earlier (29:09)

"You gotta look at me, man. [...] Look me in the eye and tell me you're not working with Crowley." (32:38) the absolute desperation in both Dean and Cas, how HURT they look. THEIR EYES! Dean looks devastated

"I did it to protect you, I did it to protect all of you!" (33:09) one of the many "you, all of you" no-homo saves Cas pulls while talking to/about Dean

"I had no choice!" "No, you had a choice... You just made the wrong one." (34:21) how fucking hurt Dean looks. "Where were you when I needed to hear it?" THE EYES

"I was there... Where were you? *flashback to Cas looking back at Dean*" I'M DEAD

"It's not too late. Damn it, Cas. We can fix this!" "Run. You have to run, now. RUN!" (35:33) and they do, but Dean looks back at Cas, and the way they look at each other... STOP (35:47-35:52) ICWAW, this whole scene would seem like someone trying to save their loved one, and OH boy, that stare exchange would seem either a silent confession or a reminder of their feelings for the other

Cas visits Dean in the night, even tho they clearly don't trust him and don't want him there, and Dean leaves it be (38:06), and even apologizes for having to angel-proof the house against him

#MARRIED (38:28), "I'm doing this for you, Dean. I'm doing this because of you." (38:35) ICWAW... do I even need to point this out?

"Next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest thing I have to family..." the look on Cas' face as Dean says this (39:15) "... that you are like a brother to me." did Cas' eyes just get more glossy? Poor baby. Also, ICWAW, by the way they interact, this statement would feel wrong on so many levels

"You're just a man. I'm an angel." ... why does it feel like Cas is telling that to himself more than to Dean? (39:43) "I'm sorry, Dean." (39:55) Kill me

Cas questions his decisions, asks God for guidance, the moment he understood he hurt Dean. He doesn't want to hurt Dean, but will do what he has to do to if it means he will be safe

Episode 21:

[Not a destiel moment, but "fragile masculinity" much, Dean? (4:20) "I was too busy having sex with women." (why do you feel the need to specify 'women'?)]

This Dean-Balth bickering has such current-former love interest fight vibes (8:52). Come on, ICWAW, this would totally be the case

Here's another Cas/Lisa parallel: how Dean acts here, looking for Ben and Lisa (13:11), and how he acts in S8 while looking for Castiel ("WHERE'S THE ANGEL!?")

Cas saves Dean again (21:46). "I didn't ask for your help." "Well, regardless. You're welcome." #MARRIED

They are both on the verge of tears... "I thought you said that we were like family." (22:22) They hate this situation. They hate not being like always, close, friendly, family

"Dean... I do everything that you ask... I always come when you call. And I am your friend." (22:39) the way he says 'Dean' and how his voice trembles. Dean is basically almost crying now (23:45)

"Dean, I said I'm sorry and I ment it." "Thank you... I wish this changed anything..." "I know.. So do I." (37:45)

[Alright. I do believe Dean really grew to love Lisa during that year they spent together, but I don't buy the "I always loved you, ever since that one hook up on that one weekend we knew each other for" shit. Dean wanted to give a try to the whole 'apple pie life' he'd promised Sam, with a good woman he knew Dean had feelings for.

If he grew to love Lisa over a couple of years after 1 hook up, I'm sure he could do the same thing for Cas after over a decade (he for sure would have already If Cas Were A Woman)]

Episode 22:

["You've always got little old me." "Yes... I'll always have you." (30:26) These two... Come on, they HAD to be ex lovers!]

"We were family once. I'd have died for you. I almost did a few times (Cas did actually, twice). So if that means anything to you... Please... I've lost Lisa, I've lost Ben, and now I've lost Sam... Don't make me lose you too." (39:55) ICWAW, this would be seen as a straight up CONFESSION

The hurtful look on Dean's face when Cas says "You're not my family, Dean.", and the terror when he thought for a second that Sam might have killed him (40:39)

["You will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord... or I shall destroy you." ... okay, Cas, honey, I get you are tired of waiting, but this is not the right way to get a confession out of Dean (41:20)]

[Season 7>>]

[ymiwritesstuff]

Hi hi! How are you? Hope you're doing okie dokie! Could I request some angst where the reader is a vampire and will testimony DIO's death by Jotaro's hand and tries to avenge him but cannot and the crusaders are forced to do something since they cannot let anyone off the hook?

Hello there! I’m doing alright thank you! This request was really really fun and painful to work on and I really hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for requesting!

Fruitless Vengeance

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders

Dio Brando x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Summary: A certain vampire had a special effect on you but when your cherished relationship faces a horrifying threat, a thirst for revenge consumes you.

Notes: Angst, SPOILERS FOR PART 3

Having lived for literal centuries, blessed by the gift of eternal life you had come across many kinds of people as well as other ethereal beings of the dark. As the long years went by and events occurred, you witnessed the changes in how people acted, how inventions were invented, and how your kind slowly vanished from the face of the Earth, either by a misplaced step into the deadly sunlight or by those pathetic humans who feared vampires.

When you encountered him after wandering around in the streets of Egypt, the moment stuck to you and remained within you even months after it had occurred. It was clear to you from the moment you set your (E/C) eyes on Dio’s resplendent form that he was something special. He only had to look at you with those piercing amber eyes to make you realize just how much power he possessed. Yet at the same time, that fierce gaze had a strange alluring effect on you as it pulled you in and made his presence that much more captivating.

You had met many others of your kind but something about him radiated a totally foreign type of energy, something you had never experienced before. Dio was special, one of his kind, unlike any other vampire you had ever faced. And the reason for that strange power was revealed to you when the Lord told you about Stands, the powerful energy that manifested into a spirit, you finally understood what made him emit such strength. The concept fascinated you, to the point where Dio was willing to assist you in awakening your own fighting spirit. And thus, with the help of a certain arrow, your stand awakened.

The admiration you held for him was genuine, and you soon found yourself willing to do anything for him. A part of this was due to his natural charm that had completely taken over you, but in the end, it all came down to the fact that he was the only other vampire you had encountered in years, and as you spent more time with him, and he told his story, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Even though his exterior was as tough as a mountain, you could see cracks in it, and it made you appreciate him even more.

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Your heavy panting and your fast heartbeat were the only things audible to you as you ran towards the direction you had seen the two fighting figures head to. For the first time in the centuries of being alive, you were afraid. It felt as though even with the superior speed of a vampire, you weren’t fast enough, and the rare fear that plagued your heart made you doubt. Doubt everything. Every time stop his stand produced, you felt them. And they were strangely growing weaker. And that made your core tremble with anxiety.

Another one. You weren’t certain how you were able to sense the times he used his stand’s overwhelming power, but it was clear as day that what you felt was indeed The World’s time stop. As you ran towards him, you focused on the sensation, counting the seconds that had become significantly longer. Dio had moved at such a fast speed as he was battling Jotaro you couldn't keep track of him. You weren’t even sure the direction you were heading was the correct one but that underlying fear poisoning you was fueling your being and demanding you to find him. Because something inside you told you that everything wasn’t alright.

Suddenly, a sound that could only be described as something massive hitting the asphalt surface of the road pierced through the air. This immediately caused you to pick up speed and head towards the sound even quicker than before, still feeling like it wasn’t enough. Whatever had just happened, you were certain it had something to do with the ongoing battle of the stand users, and it worried you.

As you ran, every possible worst-case scenario entered your mind. Despite knowing just how powerful Dio was, you couldn’t help but think of the possibility of him losing this fateful battle. No, he had to win. He was the strongest being you had ever met, surely, he would be able to best this human teenager that had caused him so much trouble. Your panting increased the more you ran but your eyes quickly notice two figures. One is standing while the other... Is on the ground. No. 

They’re too far away for you to identify them but you pray for whatever higher power there was that the one on the ground wasn’t him. Your growing exhaustion plants itself onto you and your whole body succumbs to it, feeling as if it’s on fire. However, you kept on running, desiring but also dreading to get a better view of the possibly alarming situation.

As you got closer, however, something happened. A set of quick movements by the two figures caught your attention and you could finally tell that the person on the ground was indeed the Lord and the other person, Jotaro, was standing in front of him awaiting his next move. Everything seemed to happen in an instant, and before you even knew it, Dio had gotten up and aimed a powerful kick at the now vulnerable teen. This gave you hope. Finally, after all the struggle and trials, he was about to put an end to the petty group that so foolishly tried to oppose him.

But he didn’t.

All your movements and seemingly the entire world came to a halt. The World’s leg came in contact with Star Platinum’s fist and for a moment, it looked like the battle would end in the blonde vampire’s victory. However, everything collapsed. The stand’s leg cracked, and that painful crack traveled all across the left side of the stand, but most horrifyingly, its user. Dio yelled in pain as his entire being began to disintegrate, his entire body being torn in half.

“NO!” A scream ripped out of your throat as your eyes helplessly watch the horrifying sight. His amber eyes lock onto you, a shine of desperation and fear shining in them as his body gets ripped apart in the most merciless way you could have ever imagined. Your body begins to tremble, your eyes fill with burning tears and another, gutwrenching screams escapes your mouth. It all happened so fast, and now, he was gone. And all that remained was his soulless body, brutally ripped in two.

Then, your eyes turn to Jotaro, whose own were on you, with no pity in them. Your grief quickly turns into rage, a spark of fury igniting within you. With one swift movement, you lunge at the black-haired teen, summoning your stand in the process in hopes of avenging the one you love.

In the heat of the moment, you fail to remember all the warnings you had received regarding Jotaro’s stand and receive a grim reminder as Star Platinum’s fist comes in contact with your body, knocking you on the ground. The impact most likely broke a couple of bones as a cry of pain leaves your mouth. You stay strong and lock your eyes on Jotaro again, unwilling to give up. “Y-you... You’ll pay for what you did!” The tears that form in your eyes feel like glass shards, the pain traveling to your entire being.

You attempt to get up, determined to kill this pathetic child, the sadness roaming inside mixing with undying hatred. The effort is in vain as you collapse on the ground again, your broken bones that would eventually regenerate screaming in pain. “Don’t try to get up. You’ll only end up on the ground again.” His voice was cold, unphased by what he had just done. And that only fueled your anger.

“I-I... Y-you... How could you..” A sob escapes your lips as your fury quickly gets overpowered by the sadness. How could he be so... So unaffected by this? Your entire world was crushed and he didn’t seem to care. You felt your injuries slowly healing, and Jotaro seemed to notice this.

“So you’re just like him. Fucking hell...” He sighed in frustration and for a moment the cold stare he gave you frightened you. But at the same time, he looked unsure. His turquoise eyes had a strange shine that seemed to be unsure about what to do next. Jotaro had never killed any of Dio’s minions, only injured them enough for them to retire, but with you, being a powerful vampire like Dio and trying to avenge your Lord, the teen wasn’t sure what to do.

“Good grief...” The uncertainty plastered across his face gave you the perfect opportunity to strike, but you couldn’t. In the end, no matter what you did, nothing would bring him back. Your hands clench into fists, your tears falling onto the hard ground as the sight of Dio being obliterated is still freshly planted within your mind. And that sight didn’t allow you to give up as the last of your injuries quickly healed.

You lift your head up to look at your loved one’s killer into those cursed eyes and wait for him to make his move.

“Whatever you decide do, Jotaro... Know, that I won’t give up...”

[bookishfangirlco]

The Traitor Queen Epilogue

This takes place after the ending of The Traitor Queen! Starts out in Lara's POV but kind of ends up a mix of both? Don't ask, I don't know. This is also NSFW cause where’s the fun in it not being that way? I haven’t written a fanfic in forever because I have to do it fresh from reading the book, but there is no fanfiction for this series, and I needed to read this. So I wrote it myself lol.

Part 1 can be read here.

Part 1 & 2 can be read at the link below.

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It had been a long day after Aren had told his plan to our people, and Lara had stood by his side through all of it. Even if her body was sore, she refused to show it, and she felt energized by every word he spoke. She wanted an amazing future for her people, she craved for it with everything in her. She had killed her father, and if all goes well, Maradrina, and Valcotta will join Herandale in becoming allies with Ithicana. That meant her people could do more than spend their days fighting for their lives, more than preparing for the next battle. This hopefully meant a future where her people could leave and learn new things. They could follow their passions and see more than their beautiful nation. That also meant others could come here and share their teachings and crafts. It could mean a brighter future for Ithicana. This was everything!

"Lara? Where did you go, my queen?" Aren startled her with a hand on her arm, and with his murmured words, knocking her out of her train of thoughts. They were eating dinner with many of their friends, and her people. It was a celebration, but still meager as it will still be a while before the ships come in with the food they need to really thrive. Her people have not been treating her like a traitor, to her surprise still. There will still those with a bit of distrust in their eyes, but that was the least of what she expected.

She was floored when one of the children she had read to came and hugged her legs with joy to see her again. The little girl had squealed with joy, "My queen, oh you've come back! Will you read to us more? Now, right now?" 

 Lara had stood shocked for a moment, looking up at the girl's mother to see her reaction. The woman did not appear scared for her child, so Lara had looked down, and patted the girls head. "Hopefully tomorrow we can, if you're mother is willing.", she said glancing at the woman again. Her mother nodded, which made Lara's heart fill with joy.

"Possibly another day little one, you're Queen is still recovering from saving the kingdom."

She looked up at Aren's eyes, as they too sparkled with joy, as she teased," I hardly think reading to the children would be anymore strenuous than listening to you yammer on all day long."

Aren knew she was joking, but also knew that Lara would not back down from this challenge. She would read to the children tomorrow. And as many days as she could after.

"Lara? You're really starting to worry me. Do we need to retire to bed?" Aren stated low, knowing that Lara wouldn't want their people to hear that she might be struggling.

This is what finally popped Lara out of her thoughts. "No, Aren, I'm fine, I promise. Just...", She broke off, watching her people celebrate over dinner, "Just reflecting on the day."

Aren knew what she meant without her having to fully explain. She was still processing being no longer the Traitor Queen. Still processing being allowed to live this life with him. "Ah, I see." He grabbed her hand and kissed it, "I believe I am feeling a little of what you are too, my love." He said this some fire in his eyes.

She felt that fire low in her abdomen, and she knew she was looking at him with a mirror flame. "Maybe we should retire a bit early, my King," she murmured low so only he would hear, "I have to admit that I'm still hungry, but food is not what I am in need of right now."

Aren sucked in a breath, the low flame, now a raging inferno. "Lara..." He trailed off, wavering with indecision.

"I need you. Please." She did not wish to beg, but she longed to share this with him now that she can truly be with him.

"You are still recovering my love. That is far too much for me to ask of you in you're state." She could tell that he wanted her now. She noticed how he widened his legs, making room for his growing arousal.

She leaned close, whispering in his ear, "Then be gentle with me tonight. You can fuck me like our country depends on it when I am better healed."

She leaned back into her chair, meeting his eyes and she knew she had him. She could see it in his eyes as he glanced down at her body, and then their people, and finally back to her lips. She bit her lower lip for effect. She glanced at her people, and it did not appear anyone was aware of their exchange. If they were, they were dutifully making themselves appear as if they hadn't noticed. This was good enough for Lara to make her move.

Speaking up just loud enough for others to hear, Lara stated, "Aren, I find myself becoming tired after this lovely meal. Could you escort me to our room?" Not that she needed help finding her way there, but he wouldn't be able to say no to her.

Aren shook his head slightly and pursed his lips, still thinking he probably shouldn't do this, but still he said, "Of course, my queen." Looking to those around him, Aren said, "Thank you everyone for this first day into our bright future. You make Ithicana, your Queen, and I proud. Have a good night's rest, because the real work starts tomorrow." And with that Aren began leading Lara out of the room.

Ahnna caught Lara's eyes with a smirk and a wink, "Enjoy your first night truly back, your Grace. I do hope you get some sleep tonight." Lara blushed slightly but didn't say anything, hoping no one else heard Ahnna's words. She did meet her eyes though, smiling and nodding slightly. She could tell that Ahnna had forgiven Lara, and she hoped they could become close.

Aren walked Lara through the palace in silence, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It was like the calm before the storm. Charged with an energy for what's to come. Aren's hand was on the small of her back, and it felt like a brand. She wanted his hand to go lower.

By the time they reached the room, and Aren opened the door for her, Lara was ready to do whatever she could to convince him. Aren closed the door behind them and she felt him come up behind her, but he hadn't touched her yet. She turned to him, and she saw him rubbing his neck. He was obviously torn still. "Lara...".

"Aren, I promise I'm okay enough for this. You said I rested for 3 days. I don't want to sleep now.", I said insistingly.

Aren made a frustrated growl in the back of his throat, "You've been up all day, Lara, you must be tired. You haven't rested all day, and you are still recovering from great injury. It's not that I don't want you. You know that I want you. I'll never stop wanting you. But I could never forgive myself if I caused you more pain."

She smiled, "If I remember correctly, which I of course do, your Grace, you bedded me right after stitching me up yourself, so this is no different."

"It is different Lara."

"I don't see how." She said, beginning to undo the laces at her breasts.

Aren caught her arms, "You died, Lara! This is completely different!"

She just stared into his eyes, seeing the hurt in them. The pain of that experience. She reached up and cupped his face, "I know. I'm sorry you had to go through that. More than anything, I am sorry for that. But..." And she reached up and kissed his forehead, and everywhere she could on his face till she reached his mouth, "I am not a fragile piece of glass. You won't shatter me." Biting his lip and tugged, she stopped his weakening protests, "So be gentle with me. But not too gentle. I need you, Aren."

Her words broke down his resolve completely. He grabbed her face, capturing her lips with his, the scrap of his teeth sending a thrill through her body. He pulled back, his hazel eyes meeting her azure ones, "You have to tell me right away if something causes you pain. And you better tell me, cause this won't happen again until your skin is completely healed if your stiches break open. Don't make me regret this Lara. I couldn't stand it if I hurt you."

"I promise you Aren. I will stop if I'm in pain. Now please, just touch me." Lara started to undo her dress with shaking fingers, and Aren replaced her fingers with his much steadier ones, having her dress undone and off her body in seconds.

Lara gasped at the cool air against her nipples, and they hardened under his molten gaze. All she was left in was his mother's necklace, and her undergarment.

He backed her up slowly until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. He gently sat her down, leaning down and kissing her with a passion that made her thighs become damp with her need for him. His right hand grazed from the crease behind her knee, tracing his way up her thigh, then her hip, slowly up her side until he reached the swell of her breast. Lara almost came out of her skin when Aren began swirling a circle around her nipple, but not quite touching the aching peak.

"There is no one like you, Lara. There will only be you, and I will spend the rest of my days proving just that to you. I love you now, and I will love you forever." With that he captured her lips with his, and finally closed his fingers around her tip, drawing a cry from her throat. He pulled back quickly, "Did I hurt you?"

Lara gasped out, "No, Aren, please, just keep touching me. I want you inside of me. And you're teasing m-" she broke off as he pushed her legs open and dropped to his own between them, and sucked her other nipple into his decadent mouth. He laved his tongue against her tip while his fingers tugged mercilessly at the other, sending sharp sparks of desire down between her legs.

Lara moaned sharply, "Aren!" as he gently nipped her nipple with his teeth, then bit down lightly on the underside her breast. When he deamed both breasts thoroughly worshipped he leaned back and slowly brought both his hands on either side of her starting at her shoulder to draw down her body, flicking her tips as he went, drawing another pleasurable gasp from Lara.

He barely grazed her skin as his finger tips crossed over the narly stich on her ribs, reminding him they probably shouldn't be doing this. He drew his hands closer to the apex of her thighs, then quickly bypassed it to gently trail his finger down the insides of her thighs down to her calves. He traced the same path with his lips, stopping to gently kiss the stiches that had been redone on her leg. The same one that he had stiched up the night he gave into his desire to her. The same night he had told her it had been a mistake to be with her.

"It wasn't a mistake." Lara swallowed, and for a moment looked confused, then clarity came into her lust filled eyes.

"It's okay, Aren. At the time..."

"No. It wasn't okay. I hurt you. It could never be a mistake to be with you. And I will prove that to you for the rest of our days. I promise you." He drew himself up to kiss her again, then gently pushed her back against the bed, "Now lean back and try not too wriggle too much. I don't want your stiches opening back up, and to have to be interrupted in devouring you."

Lara's eyes widened with lust, and for once she listened silently. She wouldn't be able to bare it if he stopped now.

Aren dropped to his knees again, and drew her under garment down her legs. With bated breath, he grabbed both her ankles and pushed them open for him. He kneeled before his Queen again. He would only kneel for Lara.

Her wetness glistened before him like his own personal dessert. He leaned in, breathing in her scent. Lara's hips twitched as she felt his breath against her most sensitive part that he had parted wide open. He drew his hands up her legs with the barest touch again, "Is this what you wanted, Lara? Is this gentle enough for you?"

"Aren!" Lara almost screamed at him to get on with it, but she was afraid he would stop altogether if he could. All she think about was his mouth so close to her, almost there. "More! Please Aren, I need more."

Aren looked up at her just in time for him to say, "You're wish is my command, my Queen." And with that, he was on her in seconds. His hands held her open for him to devour her. First he lightly licked up the dripping arousal that was leaving her slit, drinking it in. Then with broad strokes he brought his tongue to her bundle of nerves.

She reached and grabbed a fistful of his hair, holding him to her as he moaned against her, vibrating her most sensitive of spots. Soon she realized she was chanting his name, over and over again, and it got louder as he sucked her clit into his mouth, tugging on it with just the right pressure. She was getting closer and closer to that precious precipice, drawing closer to being thrown over that edge.

Aren's fingers joined into the fray and Lara flew over that edge when he pressed up repeatedly against this sweet spot inside her. She screamed as Aren didn't let up his ministrations on her body, sending her over that incredible edge once more. He slowly stopped, kissing his way up to her lips. "How was that, my love?"

She was in awe of him, tasting herself on his lips, "Incredible." He began to lean back, "Where are you going?"

"Are you sure you don't want to rest now?" Aren's eyes blazed as he gazed upon her body. She could tell he would stop if she asked him. Lucky for both of them, that is not at all what she wanted.

"I'm positive. Now strip off those clothes before I get up and strip you with my teeth." She kept her legs open to remind him where he was going to put that cock of his when he was done.

I don't think she ever saw Aren as stunned in his life. She could tell he sort of wanted to see her do it. But his want for her not to hurt herself won out and he stripped faster than she thought possible with those boots on. She gazed upon his beatiful body, not believing that he was all hers. Her King. Her Husband.

He stalked to her, and drew himself over her gently, holding his body up over hers to not crush her. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, the feeling exquisite. He brought her uninjured leg over his hip and his cock brushed her opening. They both hissed with desire from the feeling.

Lara began gently grounding herself against him. "Don't Lara, let me do all the work this time. You can make it up to me later," he said teasingly, but also seriously about her not moving too much, even if it did feel incredible.

Lara stopped, pouting her lip at him. She was no longer pouting when Aren dragged himself through her sensitive lips. He repeated this motion until he could tell Lara could take no more, and pushed into her opening.

Lara's mouth opened in a silent scream. It had been too long. And to think, she almost never got to feel this again. She would savor this moment, and all the ones that came after.

Aren pushed in all the way, seating himself, holding himself there for a moment, then drew back out swiftly. He almost pulled all the way out before pounding into her again, carefully as to not push into her too roughly. That could come later.

Lara gripped the sheets as his pounding got faster and faster, and he wanted her hands on his. He grabbed her hands, intertwining her fingers with his as intertwined as their bodies were.

Lara was getting closer and closer to that glittering edge again. "Aren, I-" Her words cut off as she threw her head back as Aren pushed in and ground his pelvis against her sensitive mound. She climaxed in a scream the whole palace probably heard, and Aren went with her, feeling her pulsing climax, groaning into her neck.

It was a long moment before either of them moved after Aren slowed to a stop. He gently removed himself from her body, but he didn't go far. Just pushed back far enough to examine all her stiches. Still holding up and didn't appear to be causing Lara any pain as she caught her breath with a smile on her face.

Aren smiled down at his gorgeous Queen, "There is no one else like you, Lara..." He laid down and drew her into arms, where she should be. Lara kissed his chest with a gentle press of her lips, and he kissed the top of her head. "I can't believe sometimes that I actually get to keep you in my life, I get to live this life with you as my Queen. Thank whatever power kept those sharks from eating you." He teased slightly, but they both know how serious what he was saying was.

She whispered as she placed her hands on his chest, her azure eyes looking up into his hazel ones, "I love you, Aren, from now until the very end. It will only be you, my King." He could see the emotion welling in her eyes.

He pulled her closer into his arms, trailing his fingers up and down her spine gently as he always did, "And I love you my Queen, from now until our final moments. There is no one else but you for me. And for Ithicana."

They both smiled as they drifted to sleep in each other's arms in true bliss.

[mademoiselless]

[3/10]

"Give her wings when she wants to fly"

Jaehyun really felt it. It was warm and it's spreading in his chest rapidly, almost suffocating him. The warmth was uncomfortable and irritating and his body isn't accustomed to that kind of feel. It was new. It was profound.

He ran as far as he could, out where he could breath. His heart was beating so fast as if he ran a mile or two. He feels so exhausted and tired as he reached and leaned himself to a nearest concrete. He breathes in heavy, thinking his lungs might collapse anytime and the current pang his feeling now in his chest is not really helping.

"What is happening?" He silently thought to himself. The question was still left hanging, seeking for answers that he might actually know himself but he's just afraid to discover.

A couple of minutes passed when he finally stabilized his breathing and realized where he was. Good thing it was the place where his feet brought him, in the proffesor's faculty where students seldomly go at that hour.

The spot was silent and the dark orange rays of the late afternoon sun that passes through the window across the hall calms him a bit as he recollects his thoughts. Jaehyun settles on the ground, leaning his back againts the cold wall as he thinks ; of course his mind was screaming about you.

He knows, he doesnt have the right to meddle with those kind of things, but the hell you were thinking of backing out? He knows it was your passion, your dream and it stirs his gut to know you're going to let go of it because he's an athlete himself. He knows the feeling of not pursuing something you want regardless of what's ceasing you. He doesn't know, he's not the nosy type of person after all, but he wants to pry himself into this matter. Jaehyun knows well that it's kind of absurb and you will surely hate him more, but he wants to try nonetheless.

His deep line of thoughts were interrupted when he heard one of the offices door, the loud creaking of it echoes through the empty hallway. He abruptly rose from his sit as his palms unexpectedly sweat the time he saw your figure, exiting one of the rooms. Like on a cue, he calls for your name but regrets it almost immediately as you turned and all the warm feeling in his chest were back in an instant.

He jogs towards you only to meet your the same stoic face that he sees everyday but secretly yearns to see hours ago. Despite the heavy pang he's feeling, he tried to regain his courage and will to express himself to you. He knows he should let this thing out of his chest before it consumes him, thoroughly.

Meanwhile, you were kind of surprised to see Jaehyun, who came out of nowhere yet again, standing before you in closest proximity he's ever been. It's already late in the afternoon and you thought maybe he's supposed to be practicing seeing now he's still on his jersey and basketball shorts. What's he doing here?A talk with one of the couches maybe? But why he had called and approached you?

The moment he's stood in front of you, the thing on his chest starts to pump, a little bit faster and all the courage and will were gone when he stared into your eyes unintentionally. Breath hitched and tongue tied, all of a sudden.

Both of you sweared internally that it was the longest 5 seconds of your lives. No words were found, only your eyes appear to be talking ; questions and thoughts were impended inside your minds, struggling to be spoken out.

"Hey." Jaehyun breaks the silence, finally.

"I know I really do annoy you a lot and you might be thinking that I'mjust playing around but can you hear me outjust this once?" He said in one go, almost choking on the last word. You only quirked your brows up signally him to continue.

"Don't give up."

You're not sure if you were hearing things or might just misheard him but it definitely hit something inside you. "I'm sorry?" You said with a questioning look. Jaehyun sensed the somewhat irk in the tone of your voice but for him, it's now or never.

"I-I know, I'm not in the position to say this or meddle with your personal stuff and business but... please dont give up on it." He has spoken, eyes still lingering to yours, feeling his sincerity on each and every word. You've also never missed that stutter and you couldn't actually believe it.

Jaehyun was actually ready to your snarky remarks, he's assumed you'll be pissed off at him for discovering your personal issues he's not supposed to know or give a fuck with and giving sudden uneccesary advise. He knows it was wrong but he despise the feeling of loss, be it passion, dream or perhaps love ; and for some reasons, the urge to spare you from it was strong. Time goes by and the tension between you was getting thick and you remaining motionless and silent seemed not a good sign to him. Finally tearing away his gaze, he walks off.

You tried to open your mouth to speak but unexpectedly no words came out as he passed by you. His faint scent in the air remains and it invaded your senses, calming you strangely. Truthfully, you were so tired of the pressure and confusion that you were not able to respond. You were somewhat annoyed of how the hell he knew about your varsity retirement— if that's what he's pertaining but a part of you is craving for someone who will tell you to keep up. You were alone to this, only having a few friends and your teammates but none of them actually supports you on what you love, of what makes you really happy. Dropping varsity was never your choice, it was your parents' and forever you will continue to live up on their dreams. Sure you love your course but it's not that easy to let go of something you have worked hard for, your dreams.

For a moment, you have actually thought if he's really sincere. Sincerity is a word that's very far to associate with Jaehyun but you can't help but to think of the possibilities and what if's. You wouldn't admit it to yourself but he's like practically the push you were waiting to help you manage your inner turmoil. Sighing deeply, you walk out of the empty hall alone with a choice of finally giving the boy some credit.

"Jung Jaehyun, thank you."

Next day came like nothing happened, apparently Jaehyun was still having this little crisis inside him. He's a bit anxious of seeing you today after what happened last time. Realizing you're still not around as the literature class was about to start, he thinks of maybe it's the time to get totally away from you and leave you alone. Maybe he was really just intrigue and curious about you. Plus, he kinda miss the "girls", that idea made him chuckle and shake his head, well old habits die hard.

"Sorry I'm late."

"That's a first for you Miss."

Jaehyun swears he felt something swell inside him the moment he saw you making your way to the seat beside him and he hates it. He hates that everytime you come around he feels lost. He hates that you make him speechless andva stuttering mess all of sudden. He hates the warm and strange he's feeling, the rapid beating in his chest, he hates it. He hates everything but you.

He remained silent in his seat for the whole 2 hours period, he didnt spare you a glance like the immature prick that he is thinking that it's for his own good. Jaehyun was checking the time every 5 minutes and curses, two hours seems like years for him.

Five minutes before dismissal he's already packing his stuff inside his backpack ready to chicken out anytime soon but not when you suddenly move closer towards his desk making him fidget in his seat. He finally threw you a glance having him no choice and saw you placing out some books in his desk and your old binder.

"What?" You asked him, quirking your brows before scribbling something on a piece of paper. He just stares at you in disbelief like you've grown an extra head.

"Partners right?" You mused.

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A/n: was actually writing this while listening to "Stolen Moments" by Causious Clay