#'how about we stop talking for a little while'
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Ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t understand that the parents (mostly the moms who try to hide behind their giant sunglasses) at Mio’s soccer games talk, and he chooses today to pull you into his lap. Several sideways glances cast your way at how cozy you both must look as you watch your four-year-old daughter run in the wrong direction across the field because she got distracted by a butterfly.
He doesn’t hear what they talk about—aren’t they divorced? I’ve never seen anyone divorced act like that—or (worse) when they try to be subtle about their probing into Satoru’s dating life while you stand there with a stilted smile plastered onto your face.
(More than likely, he’s listened to every word and doesn’t give it the same amount of thought or care as you do.)
“Gojo,” you hiss, trying to move off his lap to no avail. “I have my own chair.”
“Can you still call me that if it’s your name too?”
A huff. “Go bother somebody else—”
“Shh,” he tells you, tugging you further against his chest. “You’re missing the game. Mio’s finally found her way back onto the field again.”
“But everyone’s staring at us.” You catch the eye of a mother tearing into a pack of fruit snacks.
“So? Let them stare.”
Everyone starts cheering, and you both watch Mio chase the ball down the field, her little body ducking between the taller kids.
“That’s my girl!” Gojo shouts over the other parents.
And then Mio kicks the ball into—
The wrong goal.
“Maybe we should have let her join t-ball,” you whisper, though you both clap as your daughter starts doing not-quite cartwheels in the middle of the field.
Ex-husband!Gojo who still does work around the house every Friday, and to your dismay, shirtless now that the weather is warmer.
The plate in your hands has a few scuffs, half of a cartoon character’s face scrubbed off to oblivion that Mio will have something to say about later. Doing everything to stop from staring out into the yard where he’s mowing the lawn because the window is right there, above the sink, to tempt you.
It’s difficult when his chest glistens with sweat from the early-summer heat and how those stupid gray cotton shorts (that you know he picked out with the sole purpose of torturing you) sit dangerously low on his hips—
He looks towards the kitchen window, a crooked smile stretching across his lips. The blood rushing to your brain, that must be what makes you give a sudsy wave and cause heat to creep into your middle.
Ex-husband!Gojo who strolls into your room while you’re putting away laundry one afternoon, and unsurprisingly shirtless as he crowds you against the dresser. Front to back. His mouth at your ear.
That steady resolve you pride yourself in crumbles at your feet, and you swallow the tiny, helpless sound working its way up your throat. A slippery thing that slips out. “Satoru…”
“You know, these little shorts were always my favorite,” he tells you, his fingers playing with the elastic waistband.
“Were they?”
“Don’t you remember? Couldn’t get them out of the way fast enough.”
Your mouth is dry, something playing in a loop in the back of your brain. Early morning, breakfast cooling on the stove, crumbs stuck to your cheek, these shorts dangling off the leg propped up on the counter—
“Where’s Mio?”
A kiss to your nape, a knowing smile. “Taking a nap.”
Ex-husband!Gojo who works your shorts and underwear off your legs before pulling you to the edge of the bed.
“Satoru, we—we can’t keep doing this—”
Your words trail off into a moan when he slaps your clit with the leaky tip of his cock, and wet sounds echo in the room.
“Yeah? Go on, baby,” he tells you, slowly splitting you open, stuffing you full, two puzzle pieces slotting perfectly into place like it should be (how it’s always been). “Tell me some more why we can’t keep doing this.”
You can’t, not with how he’s filling you up in the way only he knows how. Not when he hooks two thick fingers into your mouth because you’re getting too loud, pinning you against the bed with your cheek buried into your pillow, every sound choking into nothing.
You wriggle underneath him, fingers clawing at the comforter and your back arching.
“Christ, look at you,” he growls, leaning over you, teeth bared. “Fucking look at you. You needed this, didn’t you?”
Ex-husband!Gojo who presses what leaks out back inside you with his thumb after he pulls out, wet and sticky circles between your legs until you fall apart again with a soft cry. His thumb is there again, at your entrance, pushing and stopping like a plug, muttering something under his breath that sounds like, “Can’t waste it.”
And quieter, “Maybe it’ll take.”
(Who knows?
Maybe it will. Worse things have happened.)
Ex-husband!Gojo who stays for dinner for the fourth time that week, and none of the reasons have been because Mio asked if he could. It’s more about the fact that you’ve enjoyed how whole your family feels again, that you can pretend for a moment this is what you do every night.
(How it was probably always going to come back to this.)
That your wedding ring doesn’t sit in the back of your sock drawer, and his isn’t tucked away in his wallet. That you don’t feel guilty when you think about saying I love you or wishing he’d stay longer—
“Daddy, you gonna lose,” Mio tells Satoru as Mario Kart appears on the screen.
“We’ll see,” he laughs, tugging on one of her pigtails until she’s giggling and swatting his hand away.
You lean back against the couch, watching them with a small smile you share with Satoru over your daughter’s head.
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cat parents | dr. ratio & aventurine
!! polyamory !!
caritas, poker, and snuggle.
anyone could tell who named what cat, and which cat cake was who's favorite.
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caritas was veritas' favorite, the name being an old language word meaning ' love ' although he wouldn't really admit to it. he'd told you that the cat's original name - or rather, it's classification, was lambda's friend, with blue skin and black and white filling. but the cat cake had a little gold flower on the side of it's head, too, which reminded him of himself.
caritas loves to chat with the other cat cakes. its the kind of cat that makes friends with other really quickly, so it's always chatting with poker and snuggle about something throughout the day. their conversations can range from anything about how warm the bed is to the best spot in the living room to see the three of their owners dancing together in the kitchen with music while you were trying to make dinner.
ratio absolutely loved to note down their conversations whenever present. it surprised him that such a creature was so articulate, even able to properly express its desires. he'd concluded that the cat cakes had the intelligence of a young toddler with a rudimentary but understandable grasp on language. you and aventurine liked to tease him sometimes for treating the cat cakes as children sometimes, trying to teach them as a parent would, although this was something that ratio would deny wholeheartedly.
" they are an interesting new species. they are ruan mei's creations, and yet she doesn't seem to understand their full potential. i believe it's imperative that we study them and possibly teach them things they otherwise wouldn't know without our interventions, " ratio reasoned, while he was holding the little cat cake, cradling it like it was something precious to him.
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poker was aventurine's, the name coming from one of his favorite card games to play, even though he rationalized it by saying that the cat was particularly swatty and liked to cause trouble by batting at things off of the edge of tables. " it likes to poke things until it drops off of the table, so the name poker makes sense, doesn't it ? " yeah, okay aventurine, whatever you say.
poker loved to meow in the dead of night and startle everyone out of sleep in the most inopportune times. ratio has a lecture early in the morning for the intelligentsia guild ? poker is making it's boredom everyone's problem. aventurine has a meeting with the other stonehearts ? oh boy, poker is right there sitting on his face meowing incessantly. if you've got something important to do, well, sorry to say you won't be getting very much sleep that night no matter how early you go to bed. it was bratty, sure, but it was ultimately just an average grey cat cake with nothing special about it, and seemed to have an overwhelming fear of being left alone.
no matter how annoying the cat cake was being that particular night, there was only one way to stop it from meowing. of course, ratio tried to reprimand it and teach it other ways to relieve its boredom at night, but nothing proved effective. you would just try to get it to calm down by playing with it for a little while, but that really only worked until you left it alone, and then it went right back to meowing. aventurine, however, had the magic touch. he would grab the cat cake and bring it into bed, and he would just.. talk to it. in a quiet voice, just chatting about whatever popped up into his head. he'd talk for an hour or more. sometimes it was about sigonia, sometimes it was about his job as a stoneheart. sometimes it was just different gambles and how he ended up winning them.
" so, of course, i had to prove that i was much more than he gave me credit for, " aventurine had been yapping for about an hour now, when he looked down at the cat cake in his arms and realized that it was sound asleep, purring against his chest. " ah, looks like i've done it again. you're welcome, you two. "
" thank you, 'churine, " you mumbled, half asleep as you leaned over to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek, your head falling back down to rest on his shoulder, already falling back asleep. ratio didn't say anything, and when aventurine looked over at him, he couldn't help but smile. he'd put ratio asleep while just chatting, too.
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snuggle was your trash cake cat, and there was really no deeper meaning behind the name. it was a snuggly cat, and loved attention. loved anyone and everyone who was willing to give it attention. sometimes you would wake up with it resting on your chest, sometimes you would see ratio lazily carrying snuggle around, and other times aventurine was playing with it making it chase a feather around. snuggle was the attention whore of the trio.
snuggle loved to follow you wherever you walked, especially to the bathroom. whether you were getting ready for the day or just trying to spend a few minutes doing human business, you had a pair of eyes watching over your ever move, making sure that you were never far from its sight, almost like it was protective over you. you couldn't help but compare it to your two partners, lord knows how often they were checking up on you in their own ways. ratio wasn't afraid of shooting you a text whenever he had a free moment while you were away to make sure you were okay, and aventurine was constantly on the phone with you through his headpiece.
" snuggle, i'm just going to the bathroom ! it's okay, really- " you gently protested, earning a small mew from the cat cake as it followed behind you into the bathroom, sitting patiently at the doorway, waiting for you to get finished with your business.
" hey, darling, i'm home from work ~ guess who i dragged back home with me after his lecture. " aventurine called out for you almost immediately, followed by the quieter voice of ratio announcing his presence as well.
you rolled your eyes at your partners immediately calling for you, your heart swelling with love for them, washing your hands as you walked out of the bathroom, snuggle hot on your tracks. " welcome back, guys. all of the cat cakes have been taken care of, and i started dinner. "
" thank you, i'm sure dinner will be pleasant as always, " veritas hummed, his briefcase still in his hand as he leaned down to kiss you on your lips.
" what would we do without you ? " aventurine weaseled his way in between you two, mostly because he also wanted to get his after work love from you.
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a chatty cat cake with more intelligence that it originally seemed, a cat cake that needed to be calmed down when everyone left it alone with its thoughts, and a protective cat cake that enjoyed attention and making sure that those around it was okay.
maybe these were the perfect cat cakes for you three.
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Tantrums
Dad!Gojo x reader
Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: How can Gojo say no to his precious miracle?
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Gojo strolled through the grocery store aisles, his child happily seated in his arms, their eyes scanning the colorful array of goods. They had a strict agreement – no more toys. Their home was practically bursting at the seams with stuffed animals, action figures, and toy cars. Spoiling their child wasn't on the agenda.
But fate had a funny way of testing resolve.
"Look, Daddy! Look!" The child pointed excitedly at a shiny new toy display, their eyes widening with wonder.
Gojo's heart sank as he noticed the coveted toy, a miniature version of their favorite superhero. He braced himself for what was to come.
"No, sweetie, we talked about this," he said, trying to keep his voice firm yet gentle.
The child's enthusiasm quickly turned into a full-blown tantrum. They flopped onto the floor, kicking and screaming with all the dramatic flair of a seasoned performer.
"Please, Daddy, please!" they wailed, fat tears streaming down their cheeks.
Gojo glanced around, feeling the eyes of other shoppers on them. This was not how he envisioned their trip to the store.
"Okay, okay, shh," Gojo whispered, crouching down beside his child. "Let's make a deal. If you stop crying, I'll buy you something special."
The child's sobs subsided into sniffles as they looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "Really, Daddy?"
"Really," Gojo confirmed, offering a reassuring smile. "But you have to promise to behave, deal?"
"Deal!" the child agreed eagerly, wiping away their tears.
With a sigh, Gojo rose to his feet, maneuvering the cart towards the checkout counter. He could already imagine the look of disbelief on your face when they returned home with yet another addition to their toy collection.
As they waited in line, Gojo surreptitiously glanced around for the perfect distraction. Spotting the ice cream display nearby, a mischievous grin tugged at his lips. Ice cream before dinner? Why not? It's much better than a new toy.
"Hey, kiddo, how about we get some ice cream?" Gojo suggested, trying to sound casual.
The child's eyes lit up with delight. "Ice cream? Yay!"
Gojo quickly grabbed three cones, hoping the promise of sweet treats would keep the peace a little while longer.
With ice cream in hand, they made their way out of the store, the child happily slurping away at their treat. As they approached the car, Gojo leaned in close, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
"Now remember, no more tantrums, okay? You got your ice cream, so you gotta be good," Gojo said, wagging a finger playfully.
The child nodded eagerly, their cheeks smeared with chocolate and vanilla. "I promise, Daddy!"
As they drove home, Gojo couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Who would have thought that a simple trip to the grocery store would turn into a negotiation worthy of diplomatic peace talks?
Back at home, they were greeted by you, who raised an eyebrow at the sight of the ice cream cones.
"Ice cream before dinner?" you questioned, a hint of amusement in your voice.
Gojo shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Just a little treat for our little negotiator here." He raised a cone at your direction and beckoned you to take it as a 'consolation'.
The child beamed proudly, holding up their half-eaten cone as if it were a trophy of victory.
You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. "Well, I suppose one ice cream won't hurt. But what's this?" You gestured towards the toy tucked under Gojo's arm.
Gojo feigned innocence, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, just a little something I couldn't resist picking up."
All you could do was laugh. "You two are incorrigible."
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Joey B Imagines: You’re All I Need To Get By*
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Summary: A fun few days between you and Joe.
Warnings: Fluff, Smut (Joe has a ‘dream’, male masturbation, m & f receiving oral, Joe is perpetually horny).
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic
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May 4, 2024 - Morning
Rolling over and stretching my limbs, the first thing I do is grab my phone. The high brightness of my screen hurt my eyes, but they widened soon after when I saw the time.
11:30?!?!
My alarm is supposed to go off at 8:30, how did I not hear it??
I rolled over and saw that Joe wasn't on his side of the bed, he probably left to go workout already.
Getting out of bed and stretching my arms, a small smile graced my lips when I looked around Joe and I’s new room.
Joe and I officially moved in awhile ago, and we’re just now getting settled into our home.
The process has been stressful, but Joe would step in before it got too hard for me, worried that my constant anxiousness would affect the baby.
After changing, washing my face, and brushing my hair into a ponytail, I walked downstairs.
“Mornin’, beautiful.” - Joe
My head snapped over into the direction of the couch where I was met with the sight of Joe.
He was shirtless and sprawled out along the entire length of the couch, Tyson lying face down on his chest.
“What are you doing here?” - you grinned
“Uhm, I live here?” - Joe
I rolled my eyes as I walked up to the back of the couch. Leaning down, Joe met me halfway and pressed a thorough kiss to my lips.
“You know that's not what I meant.” - you
“I know, I'm just playin’. I woke up super early and couldn't go back to sleep…” - Joe
He paused mid-sentence to yawn before starting again.
“So I went ahead and worked out. I turned your alarm off and got the boys up. We've eaten breakfast already, there's pancakes in the kitchen.” - Joe
I stared at him in awe for a few seconds before my O-shaped mouth broke out into a smile.
“I love you… so much.” - you
“Love you too.” - Joe smiled
Miles was playing around with a Hot Wheels track set on the floor while Joe and Tyson lay on the couch and watched TV.
After grabbing my plate of breakfast, I walked back into the living room. Joe moved his legs off of the couch and faced the TV, giving me room to sit down.
Joe sat Tyson on his thigh to where he was facing you.
“Hi, Momma.” - Tyson
“Hi, baby. Watcha doing?” - you grinned
“Sittin’ with dada.” - Tyson
“Yeah, you are.” - you
I tickled his belly and grinned at his laugh. Joe started to bounce his leg with Tyson on it, the same smile on his face.
Tyson’s giggles had both our hearts soaring, but Joe stopped the fun soon after so I could eat.
“Miles, do you want a turn?” - Joe
Miles looked up at Joe and firmly shook his head, saying “no” before going back to his Hot Wheels. Joe knew Miles wouldn't want to, but he wanted to offer anyway.
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During breakfast, Joe and I talked about our upcoming trip to Miami.
We will be leaving tomorrow and coming back Sunday evening since Joe had practices early Monday morning.
A bunch of NFL guys were going down for the Grand Prix, and Joe decided that he wanted to go. Unlike the rest of his off-season trips, I was going with him for this one.
Robin and Jimmy are going to come down and stay at our place to watch the twins. Of course, Joe and I will miss our boys, but we were both excited for some alone time together.
Anytime I brought up the ‘alone time’ Joe would wiggle his eyebrows at me, and lick his lips, earning an eye roll from me each time.
“You're crazy.” - you laughed
“You drive me crazy.” - Joe
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The rest of the day wasn't too eventful. We went on a little family walk around our neighborhood before hanging out at the house for the rest of the day. Joe and I sat on the couch and looked at some decor ideas for the small, empty parts of the house.
Let's just say it was hard trying to agree on things since I like neutral colors and Joe, well, he’s Joe.
“Joseph Lee you can't be serious.” - you
“It would look great above our bed!” - Joe
After staring at him for a few seconds, I spoke up.
“You are seriously making separate bedrooms look like a feasible option.” - you
Joe gasped, super animatedly like he always is, and put a hand over his heart as if I had hurt him.
“You wouldn't sleep in a different bed from me. 90% of the heat you have at night comes from my body, babe.” - Joe
“Touche.” - you squint your eyes at him
He returned my scowl with a playful, closed-lip smile on his face before abruptly launching forward to kiss me.
I was taken aback at first, but quickly kissed him back.
When we pulled away, the both of us were laughing with our foreheads touching.
“Love you.” - Joe
“Love you too, baby.” - you smiled
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May 5, 2024 - Morning
You crawled up Joe’s legs and sent a wink his way as you softly palmed him over his shorts.
Joe groaned at the contact, so you swiftly pulled his shorts and boxers down his long legs.
His erection was now bare for you, his tip already leaking precum.
“Someone’s excited.” - you grinned
“Please, Mama…” - Joe groaned
That was all you needed to hear. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and slowly pumped him over and over.
“Can- can you use your, fuck, mouth?” - Joe
“If you insist, Joey.” - you
After swirling your tongue around his tip, you took Joe as deep as you could.
You were slurping and sucking him into oblivion, and Joe’s head fell back. He was moaning your name as you bobbed your head on his length.
“Fuck, Mama.” - Joe moaned
He was close, so close.
Just as he was about to cum, he woke up.
It was a dream.
Joe opened his eyes, panting, and his chest heaving.
He felt the familiar sensation in his stomach. Not only was he close in his dream, but he was in real life too.
His eyes wandered down to your sleeping body and didn't know what to do. After running a hand down the front of his boxers, Joe realized he was painfully hard.
Thankfully, it was around 7:30 in the morning, so he could take a cold shower and you wouldn't think anything of it.
So that's what he decided to do.
Joe slowly slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He stripped his clothes off and hopped into the shower.
He reached to turn the water on for the shower, and just as his hand touched the dial, Joe thought for a moment.
With a sigh, Joe leaned his head back and mulled over his options.
Seconds later, he turned the dial toward the warm setting and stepped back against the wall.
Without giving it another thought, Joe leaned back and wrapped one of his hands around the base of his cock.
He envisioned you doing anything he could think of, his hand trying to repeat the routine you would do when you jerked him off.
Joe thought about you all of the time, so it was hard to keep his mind from lingering back to you and your body that he was so obsessed with.
Your breasts, your pretty face, your stretch marks that you hated, your bump. Everything about you was sexy to Joe, and at that moment, all he thought about was you.
He pumped himself slowly at first, just like you would do.
You, you, you.
Not long after, Joe felt himself getting closer and knew he had to move faster.
Joe squeezed himself tighter as he moved his hand faster, bringing his other hand into play not long after.
A moan left his lips as he jerked himself with one hand, massaging his balls with the other one before moving it up to run his thumb over his tip like you would do to tease him.
“Fucking shit...” - Joe grunted
His other hand went back to his balls shortly after and he pumped himself even faster.
“Mama.” - Joe moaned
A loud thud rang out when Joe’s head fell back against the shower wall, his chest heaving as the water ran over him.
Joe couldn't tell if he couldn't breathe because of how hot the bathroom was from steam or the fact that he was choking on his noises and pants of your name.
God, he was so in love and infatuated with you.
This wasn't the first time Joe had thought about you while doing this. Hell, it wasn't even the first time this week. It wouldn't be the last either.
You turned him on so much it was obscene.
Soon, Joe felt himself getting closer to finishing, and moments later, he tipped over the edge. His second hand left his crotch and came up to cover his mouth to keep any loud outbursts from coming out.
Joe’s thighs shook as he came, painting the glass shower door in front of him with his essence.
When he got his breath back, Joe concluded that he should just go ahead and shower.
While lathering up his body, the bathroom door opened and you walked into the room.
“Hey baby, what are you doing showering so early?” - you
“I couldn't sleep, so I just got up.” - Joe
“Two bad nights of sleep back to back?” - you frowned
It wasn't a complete lie, and Joe loved it when you babied him, so he went along with it.
He nodded with that adorable pout on his lips that made you want to climb him like a tree.
“What can I do to help?” - you
“Join me?” - Joe smiled
You rolled your eyes. Of course, he'd ask that.
“I can't say no to that face.” - you grinned
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Joe and I left later that morning once Robin and Jimmy arrived.
Robin made a comment about Joe’s hair getting longer and I immediately felt the need to step in.
“I’m not letting him cut it for a bit. I like the longer hair.” - you smiled
“Happy wife, happy life, Joey!” - Jimmy
“Got that right.” - Joe grinned
I laughed as I wrapped my arms around Joe’s middle, him leaning down to kiss my temple.
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A private plane ride later, Joe and I were in Miami. We only went to the hotel briefly to change out of our comfy clothes, and I couldn't take my eyes off Joe when he changed into his white party repeat fit.
Currently, I am sitting on the bed talking to Joe, who is fixing his hair in the bathroom.
“You look good, Joey.” - you grinned
“Yeah?” - Joe smiled back
Joe had gained a bunch of muscle since he was cleared to lift, and this era of my husband was mouth-watering.
“I think I'm filling this out better than I did at the white party.” - Joe
“Mhm.” - you nod
My eyes lingered on the part of his chest that was exposed from his tank top, and Joe noticed.
“Ya know, I think my upper body work is paying off.” - Joe
“That’s for sure.” - you mumbled
“What was that, baby?” - Joe
“Oh, nothing!” - you lied
Joe played around with his hair for a moment longer before he walked out of the bathroom and up to me.
“Ready to go, my love?” - Joe
“Yup, but can I tell you something first?” - you
“Of course.” - Joe
I took a brief breath for dramatic effect, and it kind of freaked Joe out.
“Don’t be pressured to be super affectionate. I know that lately, you've been a little more touchy in public, but there's going to be a bunch of NFL dudes there.” - you
Joe’s brows furrowed as he gave me a confused look.
“How does that make it any different?” - Joe
“You play against those guys. I don't want you to be teased for being soft or something. Not that you are soft for being touchy, I just don't wanna make trouble for you.” - you
“I don't give a shit what they say, though I doubt they'd say anything. You mean too much to me, for me to not acknowledge that in public. Even in front of those guys I play against. Okay?” - Joe
I sat there, not knowing what to say because I was shocked, but I realized Joe wanted an answer back.
“Okay.” - you
“Good girl.” - Joe
He bent down and kissed my forehead, lacing his fingers with mine before he pulled me out of our hotel room.
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Joe kept his arm around me the entire time we were at the Boardroom brunch, even when he was talking to Pat Mahomes.
I scooted my way out when it came to pictures though, I was just Joe’s plus one, not who the star of the show was.
At one point, I was away from Joe and getting something from a snack table when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
When I turned around I saw that it was two nicely dressed girls with smiles on their faces.
“Hi?” - you politely smiled
“Hi! I'm Victoria and this is Lainey. We saw you were by yourself over here and thought you'd want some company, there are some weird dudes here.” - Victoria
I laughed when she whispered that last part.
“Thank you! What guys should I stay away from?” - you
“Any NFL or NBA player. They'll try to put the moves on you.” - Lainey
Well, too late for that. I laughed in my head when Lainey pointed over to the group Joe was currently standing with, she went into detail about how I should stay away from them.
“Joe Burrow’s kinda hot, though.” - you
“Of course! He's the only exception.” - Victoria
“I’m y/n, by the way.” - you
The girls smiled at me and we started talking about anything that would come to mind. The topic right now was my pregnancy, since Lainey, very politely, asked me if I was pregnant.
“My husband and I already have two boys. They're identical twins.” - you
“That's so cool! What are their names?” - Victoria
“Miles and Tyson. Kind of basic names, but my little girl is going to have a more uncommon name.” - you
“Ooo, okay! How long have you and your husband been together?” - Lainey
I smiled at the thought of Joe and I’s relationship alone.
“Almost ten years. We started dating in high school.” - you
Both girls said “Aww” before Victoria spoke again.
“Is he the only guy you've been with?” - Victoria
“Yup! He was my first everything and vice versa.” - you
“That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I can't say I'm even friends with my first.” - Lainey
“Hey that's okay too!” - you
They both laughed before Victoria launched into a story about the guy she called her first.
“Yup, he made me wash his sheets after, and make him breakfast the next morning.” - Victoria
“No way!” - you
I continued talking and in the middle of my response, I felt a hard chest meet my back before someone laid their head on my shoulder.
Assuming it was Joe, I continued talking, unfazed, but the look on the girls' faces was one of complete shock.
“Do you… do you know him?” - Victoria
Her mouth was wide open as she pointed to whoever was behind me, and I freaked out for a second. Was it not Joe?!
I moved away and turned around, only to see Joe who was looking super confused.
“Joe?” - you laugh
Gesturing to him as I asked the girls, they both nodded with their mouths still open.
“Yeah, I know him pretty well actually.” - you
Moving back toward him, I wrapped my arms around Joe as I tucked myself into his side. He slung an arm around my shoulders and leaned down to kiss my forehead.
“This is the husband I was talking about.” - you
Their faces deepened in shock, and I couldn't help but laugh.
“Your husband… is Joe Burrow?!” - Lainey
“Yup!” - you
Joe smiled at them and waved adorably, butterflies being set off in his stomach when he was referred to as your husband.
“Hi, I'm y/n’s husband, Joe.” - Joe smiled
Usually, I'm the one getting introduced as Joe’s wife, and I didn't miss how Joe loved being introduced as my husband.
“Wow. Girl, why didn't you say something? We were openly thirsting on your man for a good few minutes.” - Lainey
“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” - Victoria
“No, it's fine. You guys didn't know.” - you smiled
I heard Joe chuckle above me, and when I looked up at him, he pulled his sunglasses off of his face and put them onto mine.
A moment later, two guys walked up to Lainey and Victoria.
“Joe, y/n these are our boyfriends!” - Victoria
Both boys stared at Joe for a second, then looked down at his outstretched hand.
“This is y/n and her husband Joe. Aren't you guys proud that we made friends?” - Lainey
They nodded and individually shook Joe’s hand.
We stayed talking for a bit before I could tell Joe was starting to get quiet, a sure sign he wanted to leave.
“We’re gonna head out. It was lovely to meet you guys!” - you
Everyone said their goodbyes and Joe and I walked out holding hands.
Once in the rental car, Joe leaned over the center console and kissed me. Our lips fit together like puzzle pieces as we slowly made out.
When we pulled away, both of us were slightly breathless.
“That was nice.” - Joe
“What, the makeout or the event?” - you
“Both, but I was referring to the event. It felt nice to be y/n’s husband for a few minutes.” - Joe
“Yeah. As much as I love being connected to you, it made me happy that those girls wanted to talk to me without knowing I was your wife.” - you
Joe nodded silently, and I got nervous that I had worded what I said wrong. I don't want Joe to think I get tired of being associated with him.
“Does it ever get annoying?” - Joe
“What, baby?” - you
“Constantly being ‘Joe Burrow’s wife’ and not you?” - Joe
“Annoying is a weird way to describe it, but sometimes it does make me feel a little overlooked. Like I'm being addressed indirectly. I knew that's how it would be when I married you, though, and I also knew that I loved you more than anything.” - you smiled
Joe sighed as he followed the GPS’s most recent instructions back to the hotel.
“I’m sorry. I never saw it like that. You're labeled with a name that isn't even yours.” - Joe
“It’s not too bad when the name I’m labeled with belongs to my best friend.” - you grinned
I watched Joe’s face when I said that, and a small smile appeared on his face.
“I hope you know I love being your wife. I love being y/n Burrow.” - you smiled
“Well, I love being your husband.” - Joe smiled
Leaning over to Joe, one hand rested on his chest as I kissed him, my other threading into the hair growing down the back of his neck.
“I don't know what I'd do without you.” - Joe breathed out
—
Joe and I took a nap for a few hours when we got back to our hotel after brunch, and I woke up when a cold shiver ran over me.
When I looked over at Joe, I noticed he was wrapped up in the blanket, looking like a human burrito, while I was freezing.
“Joe!” - you shoved him
Joe slowly opened his eyes with a grunt of retaliation since I’d waken him up.
One look at me, completely uncovered and with my arm crossed, and Joe sent me a sheepish smile as he unwrapped himself.
“Sorry, Mama.” - Joe
“No, it's okay, I'll just freeze to death.” - you rolled your eyes
Joe pulled me against his chest, my back against his front, and he pressed his face into my hair.
“When do you wanna start getting ready?” - you
“Never.” - Joe mumbled
I rolled my eyes as he wrapped his arms around me, Joe sighing in contentment at the contact.
“We have to.” - you laugh
“I’d rather stay in bed with you.” - Joe
“I know, baby, but you agreed to go. Nick will be there.” - you
Joe groaned, completely regretting his decision to even come.
“Yeah, plus a million other people.” - Joe
“It’ll be fun. I’ll be there.” - you
I felt Joe smile against my neck, and butterflies flew around my stomach.
“My favorite part.” - Joe
—
Despite endless complaints from Joe, we ended up getting ready and leaving for the Carbone Beach event.
I knew my outfit was messing with Joe, and that was the entire reason I picked it out to wear.
“Fuck.” - Joe sighed
We were at a red light, and Joe’s grip on the steering wheel was making his knuckles turn white.
“Whats wrong?” - you
“You’re messin’ with my control, baby.” - Joe
I reached over the center console and put my hand on Joe’s thigh, squeezing gently, as I winked at him.
His blue eyes looked extra icy as he looks over at me, the look on his face telling on him.
“I’m hard.” - Joe blurts out
The way he blurted it out made me bust out laughing, and I was borderline wheezing while Joe pouted.
“Why are you laughing at me?!” - Joe
“You said that out of nowhere with no emotion in your voice or expression on your face!” - you laughed
“How do you want me to say it?!” - Joe
This time when I laughed, Joe joined in too, and we were both gasping for air by the time to light turned green.
“Fuck, I can't breathe.” - Joe
He's clutching his chest with one hand, the other one still on the wheel.
It took us a few moments to catch our breaths, but when we did I looked over at Joe to see him already looking at me. When I caught him staring he looked back to the road.
“Are you still…” - you
“Duh!” - Joe
“I don't know what you want me to do about it. We have like ten minutes till the event starts, so we can't go back to the hotel.” - you
“I wasn't asking you to do anything, I was just telling you.” - Joe shrugged
A thought flashed into my mind, and it instantly put a damper on my mood.
“Oh, ok. I'm sure there's a girl at the event who would love to help you.” - you
I don't know why I said it or even believed for a second that Joe would do something like that.
“Excuse me? Why would you say that?” - Joe
“I don't know…” - you
“Why would you even think I’d want to do that with another girl?” - Joe
Joe was pulling into the parking lot, and his voice was getting louder.
“I don't know, you just said you weren't asking for my help, so clearly you want it from someone else!” - you
“Have you lost your damn mind? You're the only woman I've been with and the only one that I want.” - Joe
He parked up as he said that, finally able to turn his body and look at me.
“I'm not trying to argue with you right now, but there's no way you haven't thought about another woman.” - you
“Y/n? Where the hell is this coming from? Do you hear yourself?” - Joe
“I hear myself loud and clear, Joe. You don't, though.” - you
“What the fuck? Did I do something for you to think this?” - Joe
My eyes filled with tears at the look of confusion on his face. He was the one who said it, not me.
“Why don't you want my help?” - you cried
Joe’s mouth closed as he ran over his face.
“I’m not going to initiate anything while you're pregnant. If you want me, then sure, but I will never ask you to do something purely for my pleasure. The only reason I told you I was hard earlier was because of how amazing you look in your dress. I was hoping it would give you a confidence boost, not make you sad or make you think I want another woman.” - Joe
“I’m sorry, Joey. I don't why I thought that. It was probably my stupid hormones.” - you
“They aren't stupid, baby. It's okay and normal that you're gonna have mood swings. Just know that I am so fuckin’ in love with you. I mean, just this morning, before you walked into the bathroom when we were still home, I jerked off thinking about you!” - Joe
I was a little shocked at Joe’s admission, and so was he. I couldn't help but laugh when Joe’s face dropped when he realized what he had just confessed.
“Wait… that was a little TMI.” - Joe
“No, it's okay. Can I ask you a follow-up question, though?” - you
Joe nodded, biting the skin off of his lips to try and hide his embarrassment.
“What got you worked up?” - you
I watched his eyes widen slightly, and he cleared his throat, the vivid mental picture of his dream getting him worked up all over again.
“I… well… you, uhm, you blew me…” - Joe
Reaching over to him, I put my hand on his lower thigh, caressing his skin with my fingertips.
“Mhm, can I get any specifics?” - you grinned
Joe started rattling off the order of events in his dream, stuttering every other word. I trailed my hand down to his knee as he talked, gently playing with his leg hair.
I just wanted him to ask. Get him worked up so much that he can't help but ask.
My hand continued moving, and when it met his thigh crease, Joe couldn't form a sentence when the back of my hand brushed against the tent in his pants.
Clearing his throat again, I dropped my eyes to where my hand was, biting my lower lip slowly when I saw how close my hand was to Joe’d bulge.
Joe’s eyes trailed to my lips, his breathing becoming erratic as he thought about them wrapped around his dick.
“Mama…” - Joe sighed
The slight whininess in his voice satisfied me, and my eyes met his once again.
“Please touch me. I need you.” - Joe
“Good boy.” - you grinned
We can be a few minutes late.
—
“Hey, bro! You're late!” - Nick
Joe and I walked into the event hand in hand, Joe finding Nick Bosa not long after we arrived.
“Yeah, couldn't find my shorts.” - Joe
Nick nodded and turned to greet someone else, Joe flashing me a wide-eyed side-eye because we both knew he was lying.
I laughed and looped my arm with Joe’s. He bent down and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
Just a few moments later, a group of girls who looked to be in their early twenties walked up to Joe and Nick.
They were all squealing and greeting the two NFL players, Joe politely saying hi before he introduced me to them.
Overlooking me completely, the four girls continued fawning over Joe.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” - you
“What? No, please.” - Joe mumbled
I walked away anyway, smiling at him as I walked away. I didn't exactly want to be present while a group of girls eye fucked my husband.
Three of the girls left when Nick walked away, but one stayed next to Joe.
“Sorry about them. They can get a little fan-girly sometimes. I'm Tana.” - Tana
“It's okay, I'm kinda used to it now- and I mean that in the least douchy way possible.” - Joe
“Yeah, I’m sure you are.” - Tana winked
The flirtiness in her tone completely went over Joe’s head, and he started looking around for you.
“My wife’s yoga instructor's name is Tana.” - Joe smiled politely
Is this dude serious? Tana thought.
“I don't do yoga, but there are quite a few positions I can squeeze into.” - Tana winked
No way that will go over his head.
“My wife hasn't been doing it lately. She’s pregnant, and we have two kids, so she doesn't have much time anymore.” - Joe
“Kids, huh? Does it ever get tiring?” - Tana
“Nope.” - Joe deadpanned
“You don't ever wanna just get away from it all? Maybe have a little hookup?” - Tana
Tana placed her hand on Joe’s bicep when she said that, and alarm bells went off in Joe’s mind.
“Uhm, excuse me?” - Joe
Joe backed away and scowled down at the blonde girl.
“Don't act surprised. I've been trying to flirt this entire time, but all you're talking about is your wife. Just one time, Joe. You don't have to tell her.” - Tana
“What the fuck? I love my wife and I’d never ever cheat on her.” - Joe
“Is it technically cheating if I just give you a blowjob?” - Tana
“Fuck off. Oh my god?!” - Joe
I was digging around in an ice chest looking for a nonalcoholic drink when Joe strode up to me, an evident pissed-off look on his face.
“Can we leave? Please?” - Joe
“Why? What's wrong?” - you
“I just wanna leave.” - Joe
I could tell there was more to that, so I kept asking.
“No, what happened, baby?” - you
“This stupid girl was trying to get me to do stuff with her. I'm… uncomfortable.” - Joe
“Thank you for telling me the truth. We can go back to the hotel.” - you
—
When I walked out of the bathroom, Joe was lying in bed, biting his nails, and completely zoned out.
He didn't even move when I got in bed next to him.
“Joey?” - you
Joe finally looked up at me, and I pulled his hand away from his mouth. I gently held his hand as he rolled over onto his side to face me.
“What about happened is making you so upset?” - you
I wasn't asking with an annoyed tone of voice, I genuinely wanted to know what was making him upset.
“I just feel disrespected.” - Joe
“Why, baby?” - you
“Just by the way she talked about you and the kids like you guys were problems or obligations. You guys are my everything, and I’d do anything to protect you guys. She just talked about you guys like you were nothing, it makes me nauseous.” - Joe
Reaching out to stroke his cheek with my thumb, Joe scooted closer to me till his head was lying on my chest.
“Joey…” - you rubbed his back
“I’m being dramatic, I know.” - Joe sighed
“You are not being dramatic. And I'm proud of you for telling me how you feel.” - you
I kissed his forehead, and Joe nuzzled himself more into my neck.
“I don't care if someone says shit about me, even the weird sexual stuff, but don't bring my family into it.” - Joe mumbled
“That is completely valid, baby. The boys and I are so lucky to have you.” - you
I threaded my fingers into his grown-out hair, and the tension finally left Joe’s body as he relaxed against me.
“I’m the lucky one.” - Joe
Not long after that, I heard the little snores coming from below me. I held Joe a little tighter, still running my fingers through his hair.
“I love you so much, more than you'll ever know.” - you whispered
——
May 6, 2024 - Morning
“Aww look at you, cutie!” - you
I was in the main room of our hotel room when Joe walked out of the bathroom after getting changed.
“You like?” - Joe
Smiling at the bashfulness in his voice and body language, I nodded, and Joe did a little spin for me.
“We’re kinda matching.” - you smiled
Joe wore black cargo pants, a white shirt, and a blush pink jacket over it. I was wearing a black jean skirt and a blush pink flowy top.
“You look gorgeous.” - Joe smiled
“Thanks.” - you
He walked up to me and dropped a kiss on my lips, pulling away to smile before kissing me again.
“Everything packed up?” - Joe
“I think so.” - you nod
Joe wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest, lying his head against mine.
“Thank you for last night, by the way. Just you holding me like you did helped calm my nerves. Your words helped too, of course.” - Joe
“You don't have to thank me, that's my job as your wife to comfort you.” - you
“I know. You just do it extra well.” - Joe grinned
I giggled, but it was muffled by Joe leaning down to kiss me again.
“I love you.” - you
“I love you too, more than you'll ever know.” - Joe
Did he hear me last night? I thought.
—
Though I knew we'd only be able to see the beginning of the race, nothing compared to watching Joe’s face as the cars zoomed past.
“Woah!” - Joe
The smile never left my lips as I watched him, his fingers still laced with mine as he pointed.
“This is so cool! We need to bring the boys to a race!” - Joe
I leaned my head onto his shoulder, just wanting to be close to the man that I loved so much.
The moment was sweet, and Joe and I were wildly happy until the spell was broken by his phone vibrating in his pocket.
I leaned up, and Joe took his phone out of his pocket, grimacing when he saw who was calling.
“It's Coach, I gotta take this.” - Joe
Joe looked at me apologetically before standing up and walking away from our seats, and I watched him walk into the men's bathroom.
I sat by myself, still watching the race and not paying attention to my surroundings as much as I should when a man plopped down in Joe’s seat.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing sitting by themselves? I'm Tyler.” - Tyler
“Oh, I’m not technically sitting alone. My husband had to take a work call.” - you
I put as much emphasis as possible on the word husband. I even picked my phone off of my lap, hoping the guy would see the lock screen picture of Joe and me.
“Husband, huh?” - Tyler
“Yup. I'm married and pregnant.” - you
“Pregnant? You don't look too big.” - Tyler
I immediately sighed and looked around for any signs of Joe, disappointed when I didn't see him.
“What does your husband do for work? Washed up, accountant?” - Tyler
“Professional athlete.” - you say without making eye contact
“Oh yeah? At the community center?” - Tyler
“No. He plays professional football.” - you
My gaze softened when my eyes landed on Joe, who was just a few feet away and walking over to me.
“What level?” - Tyler scoffed
“NFL.” - You
“Third-string punters don't count.” - Tyler laughed
“Trust me, he's not either.” - you
Joe was now standing right next to me, his face radiating RBF, though you can't see his eyes with his sunnies on.
“Hi, baby.” - you grin up at Joe
“Who’s this?” - Joe pointed at Tyler
Tyler was jaw dropped and looking up at Joe, completely shocked and horrified that he'd just tried to put the moves on Joe fucking Burrow’s wife.
“I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't know she was your wife, you are a very lucky man.” - Tyler
He quickly stood up and slipped past Joe. I internally laughed at how Joe had a good 6 inches of height over the guy.
Joe was shaking his head as he sat down in his seat, throwing his arm around my shoulder in the process.
“I’m so fuckin’ done with these randos.” - Joe
“What do you mean?” - you
“The girl yesterday and that guy today. I'm yours, and you're mine. I wish everyone knew that and fuckin’ respected it.” - Joe
“Me too, baby, but it's not their fault you're wildly handsome.” - you grin
Joe rolled his eyes, trying to hide the smug grin on his lips before looking back at me.
“It’s also not their fault you're so goddamn gorgeous, Mama.” - Joe
God, that stupid smirk. Joe was getting me worked up without even trying by the way he reached out and pushed my hair out of my face.
My eyes dropped to his lips, those sinful lips, and before I knew it, he was leaning in to kiss me.
“That a new lip gloss?” - Joe
I nod, and Joe licks the remnants off of his own lips.
“Tastes good, babe.” - Joe
Lord, if he just took me to the bathroom and bent me over...
Joe leaned in again, his tongue darting out of his mouth before it tangled with mine.
“Is that strawberry?” - Joe groans
“Yeah.” - you sigh against his lips
I don't know what’s gotten into Joe for him to initiate a makeout with me in public, but you will not catch me complaining.
“We need to leave soon.” - Joe
“I thought we weren't leaving for like another twenty minutes?” - you
“Exactly.” - Joe
—
Joe and I giggled as we ran to the car. I knew he wasn't running at his full speed to keep up with me and my slightly swollen ankles, but something about that made it sweeter.
Once we got to the car, Joe unlocked it and looked around before hopping into the backseat and gesturing for me to come with him.
Joe locked the car up before reaching to undo my skirt.
“Lay back for me. As good as your lips taste, I need to taste something else.” - Joe
He pulled his jacket off and balled it up for me to rest my head on. I knew he was trying to be considerate, but all I could pay attention to was the way his shirt clung to his bulging muscles.
“You’re so fucking hot.” - you
“So are you, Mama.” - Joe
After getting my skirt off, Joe’s eyes turned dark as he took in the sight of me in my panties and top.
“Take your shirt off for me, please.” - Joe
Doing as he asked, Joe reached a hand around my back and popped my bra off with one hand.
“Your boobs sore?” - Joe
The way he looked down at me with his pupils blown wide while sucking his bottom lip put my core on notice, needing him in every possible way.
“Yeah.” - you sighed
Joe slowly leaned down and gently sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud as he massaged my other one with his agile fingers.
“Please, Joey.” - you whimper
He pulled his lips off with an audible pop and moved over to share the love with my other breast. Joe trailed his hand down my stomach and over my thigh before running his fingertips through my soaking slit.
“Let me take care of you, baby.” - Joe groans
“I need you.” - you whisper
Joe pressed his lips to mine as he slowly pushed two fingers into me. My own hands came up to grab onto his hair, one on the top of his head and the other on the back of his neck.
“Joe…” - you moan
He pulled his lips away from mine and leaned down, spreading my legs even more to where he could get his mouth to my core.
Icy blue eyes looked up at me, his hair wild as he closed his lips around my sensitive bud and slowly sucked on my clit, his fingers still moving inside me.
“Fuck, Joey!!” - you whimper
I was close, that familiar build-up in my stomach a signal that I was close to a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Cum for me, Mama.” - Joe
That was all it took for the rubber band inside me to snap, and I was cumming hard around Joe’s fingers.
With every last drop of my release, Joe licked up and sucked each of his fingers into his mouth, moaning around his fingers.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” - Joe groans
Once my vision somewhat unblurs, I look over to see Joe’s painfully tented pants. He’s so hard that he’s starting to accept the fact that he’s probably gonna cum in his pants.
“Joe. Take your pants off.” - you wheeze
He does as I say and slides his boxers down as well, showcasing his big and throbbing cock.
I was still able to get on my knees in the floorboard, and just as my lips were about to wrap around his dripping tip, Joe stopped me.
“Fuck, wait a sec.” - Joe
He leaned forward, and his dick brushed against my lips, eliciting a groan from him as he reached for my purse and rummaged through it.
“Here.” - Joe
Joe shifted back into the seat and handed me my tube of strawberry lip gloss.
“Put more on, please.” - Joe
I made a show of applying more product to my lips before leaning forward and taking him deep. Joe’s head fell back against the headrest as a moan left his lips.
As I bobbed my head, my lip gloss smeared all over his dick, and Joe was loving it.
It took him no time to finish, and the next thing I knew I was digging around my purse for wet wipes.
“You’re all sticky now.” - you laughed
“So fuckin’ worth it.” - Joe groaned
Joe was still lying with his head back, trying hard not to fall asleep.
I eventually found the wet wipes and cleaned Joe up before handing him his boxers.
“You okay to drive?” - you
“Yeah, but I'm for sure napping on the plane the entire way home.” - Joe
“Okay.” - you laughed
After cleaning myself off and both of us getting redressed, we hopped into the front seats and drove our way to the airport.
Just a few minutes into the flight on the private plane, Joe fell asleep on my shoulder. I snapped a quick picture and sent it to Robin.
On our way home! Saying Joe’s tired is an understatement. 😂
Awww! How sweet! See you guys in a bit!
—
Our homecoming was so sweet.
Tyson and Miles were so ecstatic to see Joe and me that both of our hearts melted completely.
Completely predictable like always, Joe and I weren't at all surprised when Tyson ran up to him first while Miles ran up to me.
“We missed you guys.” - Joe
His eyes were closed from pure bliss as he stood up with Tyson in his arms, hugging his little body close to his chest.
We eventually made our way into the living room where Robin and Jimmy were sitting on the couch.
“Aww, there's Mom and Dad!” - Robin grinned
Joe and I sat down on the couch. Miles left me to resume playing with the toy kitchen set that was dragged into the living room, while Tyson never left Joe’s lap.
“You missed Daddy, huh?” - you smiled
Tyson nodded and leaned his head against Joe’s chest, my heart fluttering at the way Tyson was Joe’s little shadow.
“You excited for practice tomorrow?” - Jimmy
“Yeah. I'm excited to get back out there.” - Joe
——
May 7, 2023 - Morning
Joe and I were standing in the garage. It was early in the morning so we kept our voices quiet.
He was leaving for his first practice publicly since his wrist injury, the first time the world would see him throwing again. Though Joe was excited, I could tell his nerves were creeping in.
“Look at me.” - you
Joe did as I said, and I looped my arms around his middle.
“You’re Joe Burrow. Since the first time I watched you play football, I knew you were destined for greatness, and that was a decade ago! There is nothing you can't do if you put your mind to it, Joe. I believe in you.” - you
Dropping his head to where his forehead was against mine, Joe leaned in and pressed a peck to my lips.
At that moment, in our garage at six in the morning, with our arms wrapped around each other, Joe knew I was all he needed to get by.
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Authors note: kinda went crazy with this one!! This could have a part 2 in the future of May 8th’s hotness.
Hope you enjoyed!! 💕
#joe burrow#bengals#joe burrow imagine#joe burrow x reader#joey b#cincinnati bengals#joe burrow fan fic#into the mystic
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❄︎ Family Barbecue ❄︎
Alexia's favourite girl's series
Family barbecues are the girl's new favourite thing
“Emilia why don’t you have your shoes on?” You addressed the girl in front of you who was looking at all her shoes. “I can’t find my light up shoes.” Emilia pouts up at you, eyes shining with unshed tears. Irene and her wife had invited you all to a family barbeque with all the Barca girls and their kids. The girls had not stopped talking about it for weeks and were positively bouncing at the thought of seeing everyone.
“It’s okay we will find them, come on.” You picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. Mateo and Emilia had recently gone on shopping spree with Irene and Alexia giving the two former captains an excuse to catch up. They had bought matching pairs of light up shoes that Mateo and Emilia were absolutely obsessed with. It had been a constant battle with Emilia to take them off since she had gotten them.
Alexia was in the kitchen when you and Emilia rounded the corner, “Ale have you seen Meels special shoes?” Val lit up from where she was sat comfortably in the ex-athletes’ arms. “Sí they are in their special box, so they don’t get lost remember pequeña?” Emilia hummed thoughtfully before running off to find them. You smiled softly at your wife as you made your way over to her.
Alexia welcomed you eagerly as her strong arm wrapped around your waist, pressing a soft kiss against your temple as she swayed gently making the two-year-old in her arms giggle. You cupped her chubby cheek as she babbled around her dummy, “Someone’s happy now that they’ve been fed huh? Just like your Mami.” Alexia nudged your hip as you teasingly smiled back at her.
Val’s little hands fell on both of her mother’s cheeks as she happily nuzzled her head against Alexia’s jaw. “¿Estás lista, cariño? We should go before we are late.” Alexia asks as she lets her squirming daughter down so she can roam around for a bit. “Sí, I’ll call Iz and meet you in the car.” Before you could turn around you were pulled back into the strong hold of your wife, “¿Adónde crees que vas?” You tilt your head slightly, “To get Is, should I be worried about your memory?” You teased slightly before wrapping your arms around her neck and giving her what she wanted.
Alexia sighed into the kiss like she had done since she was young. The familiarity will never dawn on the blonde as she softly breaks away to kiss down your neck. “Ale the kids.” You warn after a particularly sloppy kiss. You could feel her smirk against your skin before she pulled your impossibly closer, “We are well overdue a night to ourselves hermosa.” You melt into the purr of her accent as she presses her lips to as much skin as she can find, “Don’t start something you can’t finish Putellas.” You guide her lips back to yours and indulge her for a few more minutes. “I think we both know how quick I can make you finish amor.”
You push her back gently, rolling your eyes as her eyes rake down the front of your top, “You’re worse than a hormonal teenager.” Alexia shrugs, “Can you blame me when you have a wife as hot as mine?” You grant her one last kiss before ushering her to get Val into the car, you roll your eyes again when she slaps your ass as you walk away from her.
“Iz, Meels, Vamos time to go!” There is silence before a herd of footsteps barrel down the stairs, warning of being careful falling on deaf ears as they race to see who can get to the car the fastest. Once everyone was buckled up and safe and sound you were on route to Irene’s. Emilia and Isabella were chattering amongst themselves while Val was mesmerised by everything going on around her.
“Mami how long until we are there?”
“What kind of food will they have?”
“Is Mateo going to be wearing his light up shoes?”
“Is everyone going to be there?”
“Obviously Emilia, it’s a team barbeque!”
“I was just asking Iz, how am I s’posed to know.”
“You just are!”
“What if Tia Mapi isn’t there or Tia Patri or Tia Jana or Tia Claudia…”
A squeeze to your hand has you stifling a laugh as you glance over at your wife who is just as amused as you are. You shook your head softly as your daughters bicker lightly in the back. “¡Chicas, no creo que estéis excitadas! Do you mi corazón?” She asks you as turn to face your daughters who look appalled by their Mami’s insinuation. “Am too excited!” Emilia scoffs as she crosses her arms with a huff, “Sí you just don’t get it Mami.” Isabella agrees as she quietly whispers something to her younger sister, whatever was said sent the two into a fit of giggles. “They are too cool for you know Mami.” You tease as your wife chuckles softly, bringing your joined hands up to her lips.
Once you finally arrived at Irene’s house you and Alexia are left to carry all the bags left behind by the two overly excited girls. “At least we still have one who wants to stay with us.” You coo as you unbuckle Val from her seat, “Mi amor she’s two, she can’t form any opinions yet.”
The sight you’re met with once you enter the house is nothing short of perfect chaos. Emilia is hanging off Mapi’s shoulder as she climbs her like a tree. Isabella has been whisked off with her ‘older a cooler sisters’ (Jana and Claudia). The rest of the former world class team are lounged around the back garden as music flits around the area.
“Ay Dios mio, it’s a miracle you are only a half hour late.” Ona teases as she’s brought into a hug by her former Captain. “You try having three kids and come back to me Battle.” You tell her as she greets you with a kiss to the cheek. “I’m not complaining I love seeing mi bebés pequeños.” She coos at the two-year-old in your arms, Val shies away from the contact and buries her face into your neck.
“I remember when they were all like that, she’s so cute.” You laugh gently before greeting your hosts. “Mucho Gracias for having us Lucia, you are a saint.” The woman waves your thanks off, “You are the only one who keeps me sane chica, please never leave.” Irene scoffs playfully from her spot next to Alexia, “Don’t worry Alexia is just as bad.” Alexia just smiles cheekily as she pulls her friend into a hug.
“Mateo!”
“Emilia!”
The two six-year-olds squeal as they run to each other, Mapi long forgotten as the two bound around to show everyone their matching shoes. “Hola Lucia.” Isabella smiles as she pulls the woman into a hug. Lucia melts into the hold of your eldest and compliments her on her perfect manners before pinching her cheek. “Iz do you want a drink?” Irene calls from where her and Alexia are now sitting, “Sí, por favor.”
Isabella waltzes over to where her Mami and Tia are standing, “Mami ¿puedo tomar un refresco?” Alexia kisses her cheek with a nod “Tell Irene about your match hija.” Isabella’s eyes light up as she jumps into how she scored a hattrick and got two assists. Alexia smugly watching as the some of the other girls gather around to listen.
You take the wine offered to you gratefully before finding Frido and Ingrid who eagerly urge you over. Valentina seems to perk up a bit at the sight of her favourite Swede who showers her with affection.
Emilia found herself sat on Lucy’s lap, “Did you see my shoes Luce?” She points to her brand-new light up shoes as Lucy sets her down so she can show her how they light up in different colours. “That is so cool Meels my friend from England would love a pair of them!” Emilia’s head tilts slightly as she peers down at her feet again, “Your friend sound super cool!” Lucy laughs at the thought of her blonde captain, “I want to meet her!” Kiera picks the blonde up after overhearing their conversation, “You already have silly, your Tia Leah!”
Emilia giggles as Kiera tickles her softly, “I love Tia Leah! Can we show her my new shoes por favor!” Kiera and Lucy share a glance before melting at the sight of the girl’s puppy eyes. Kiera pulls out her phone a quickly facetimes her best friend who picks up straight away. Emilia tries to stand on her tippy toes to see as they briefly chat. “Someone wants to show you something, mate.” Kiera chuckles as Leah’s eyebrows raise with intrigue. Emilia is bouncing up and down with anticipation as Kiera finally turns the phone around so she could see her Tia Leah.
“Meelsie!” The Londoner squeals as she coos at the girl who blushes slightly, “Tia! Tia! I miss you so much!” Kiera gives the girl her phone who rambles on and on, catching the other blonde on what she has missed since Emilia has last seen her. After their accidental meeting when Emilia got lost at the Emirates, she has had a strong bond with the Gunner especially since Leah would come to some of the Barcelona games to ‘see Kiera’ when it was really to see her favourite Putellas.
Leah had gotten Emilia and Arsenal jersey for her sixth birthday and Emilia had been obsessed with it since then much to the pure chagrin of her Mami who had a heart attack at the sight of it. Alexia had ‘ban’ her from wearing it around the house, but you had insisted that Emilia wore it as often as possible being the secret Gunner you were.
“Tia look at my new shoes!” Leah’s’ eyes light up, “I want a pair!” Emilia giggled, “I promise the next time you visit I will get you a matching pair so you can match with me and Mateo!” Emilia quickly ran over to where her Mami was sitting with Jenni, “Mami! Mami we need to get another pair of these shoes!” Alexia glances down thinking Emilia’s were damaged, “Not for me Mami! For Tia Leah!” Leah laughed loudly as she was passed to Alexia, the Spaniard playfully rolling her eyes at her ‘enemy’. Jenni was cackling at the interaction as Alexia once again lectured Leah about the Arsenal jersey sitting in her house.
“Once a gunner, always a gunner Putellas!” Alexia huffed as Jenni greeted the English woman, Emilia was getting impatient as she made grabby hands for the phone so she could say bye to her Tia. “Williamson don’t you even think about it.” Alexia hissed as Isabella popped her head to see who was on the phone.
“Ay hola Leah!”
“Is, I have the perfect jersey for yo-,”
“Ay no!” Alexia pulled the phone away from her eldest as Leah’s laugh travelled back into Emilia’s hand. “Vamos Tia, I’ll bring you back to Kei.”
Alexia watched as Emilia happily skipped off towards the two Brits as she pulled Isabella down onto her lap. “Mami It’s okay I bleed Blaugrana nothing will change that.” The brunette promised as tapped over where the badge would be on her top. “At least I did something right.” She mumbled as she kissed the top of her eldest’s head land let her go before Isabella could leave Jenni ushered her over, “I could get you a tigres jersey with your name on it.”
“Jennifer!”
After the food had been served and everyone was happily full Valentina seemed to get a bit restless, reverting into the safety of your neck as her little hand softly hits your chest. “You okay baby?” You question as she avoids her dummy, “Mami.” It was whispered so softly that you barely heard it, but Val repeated it a few times until it was absolutely clear that she was squirming in you grip. Head searching for her Mami’s.
“Vale, let’s go find Mami.” It didn’t take long for you to spot her with Mapi the two laughing loudly as you approached. Val who had finally accepted her dodo reached her arms out for Alexia as she babbled her name around the dummy. Alexia’s smile brightened as she spotted the both of you and she could feel the butterflies in her stomach as her little girl reached out for her.
“Hola bebita, qué le pasa a mi vida?” You easily passed her over as you gave Alexia a grateful smile, “She wanted her Mami didn’t you Val.” Your youngest nodded as she clutched Alexia’s top tightly in her hand and relaxed at the familiar and safe smell of her Mami. “Creo que alguien tiene hambre, ¿eh?” Alexia asked with a smile as she bounces the girl on her knee. “I have a bottle in my bag amor you go get another glass of wine, I’ve got her.” You press a kiss to her awaiting lips before giving your daughter one too. “Where’s my kiss?” Mapi teases as you coo mockingly at her and press kisses to her cheek. Mapi laughs loudly as she embraces the affection before her attention is captured by the little girl in her best friend’s lap.
“She really is the cutest thing in the world, all your kids are dios!” Alexia smiles brightly and Mapi can feel the pride radiating of her best friend. “You really are the best mother Ale, you’re pequena’s adore you.” Alexia glances away from Val to send Mapi a soft smile, ¿Quieres saber mi secreto?” Mapi cocks her head, lips quirking in anticipation. “I have the greatest woman in my life, she taught me what love really is and what happiness feels like, and she brought me the most perfect little girls I could have ever asked for.” Alexia kissed her youngest’s cheek as she held the bottle for her.
“I would say you’ve gone soft, but you’ve always been this way.” Alexia laughed softly before nudging her best friend, “Gracias amigo.”
“Mapi! Mapi! Will you and Ingy push me and Mateo on the swings por favor.” Mateo nods eagerly as he clutches Emilia’s hand in his. “Ay, Godmother duties call, adios Vally!” Alexia watches fondly as Mapi picks both Mateo and Emilia up and their giggles light up the atmosphere even more than possible.
Alexia’s eyes flicker over to where Isabella is passing a ball around with Jana, someone who Isabella absolutely idolises, eyes lighting up when she sees her lead Barcelona out to a full Camp Nou, armband proudly displayed just like how Alexia used to be before she retired.
Finally, her eyes land on you in deep discussion with Kiera and Aitana. Alexia is overcome with the amount of love she constantly feels whenever she looks at you, it’s the same feeling she got when you were just kids and you had given her your favourite crayon to draw with. The same love she felt when she got down on one knee and proposed and when you walked down the aisle in the most breath-taking dress.
Val squirms a little and Alexia realises that she had moved the bottle slightly away from her daughter. With a soft apology and kiss to her head she pulls her closer as her eyes flicker around again.
“Promise me you will never grow up Val.”
Val slightly grunts around the bottle in her mouth and that’s a good enough answer for Alexia.
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Okay but imagine Possesive!Konig finding out someone has a crush on you. Like maybe there's guy from work who likes to linger by your desk little too long or alway finds a reason to text you when you're off. You don't think too much of it, you've always been friendly with your coworkers. It can be dull just sitting at your desk for eight hours so a little conversation helped break up the time. You figure he was harmless. Then people in the office start to notice and you realize how frequently he finds a reason to interrupt your day. Your other coworker once made a joke that he was your 'work husband' and that was the line for you. Not only were you uninterested but you also have a 6'7 hunk of a man waiting at home, who you're very content with. Then you start to notice how close he stands to you. The way he uses any excuses to brush against you or pick a piece of lint off your shoulder. So the next time that guy approaches stops by your desk you are only giving short responses. He offers to grab you something when he goes to the cafe and you refuse. He tries to walk you to your car but you insist you have to stay over to finish up some forms. He doesn't catch the hint though. You don't want to be harsh and spoil the work relationship, that last thing you need is more drama in the office environment.
Then one night you're at home on the weekend. You're sitting on the couch with Konig watching some German cooking show he insisted on and your phone lights up with a text from your dreaded admirer. "Hey! A couple of us are getting together tonight for some drinks. Would love for you to join ;)",
Your stomach tightens when you unlock your phone and feel Konig's stare over your shoulder.
"Who is that?" His tone remains flat but you feel his arm tighten around your waist. You pray he doesn't assume there is anything going on behind his back.
"This guy from work who won't stop bugging me. I'm keeping things strictly professional but he's always pushing it". You reply back to the text quickly giving a lame excuse that shouldn't warrant a response. Your phone chimes almost immediately.
"Aw too bad, I was hoping I could get you that cocktail we were talking about. Next time then xx".
You don't text him back after that and flip your phone over on the coffee table. "Sorry, let's finish this episode." You settle back against his strong chest but he sits up and grabs the remote, pausing the show.
"No, I'm tired and it's late. Let's get to bed." He rises and heads to your bedroom.
All you can think of for the rest of the night is how he interpreted the whole interaction. Could he think you flirt with this loser? Surely, he would have more faith in your loyalty. You knew you were taking the easy way out by not being totally honest. The guilt eats at you knowing you lied by omission. You thought keeping your work life and personal life separate would be easier but now you realize it was just a way to avoid the confrontation. After a not so restful night sleep you are you determine today is the day you'll finally let Pat know that you are in a committed relationship and don't appreciate the attention you receive from him. Konig is already up and dressed while you stir your coffee still in your robe. You didn't know much about his work other than it was something to do with the military and it called him away at a moment's notice. He was out of the door with a kiss on your head.
When your breathing finally slowed to a steady pace last night, Konig was able to sneak out from under you and take a peek at your phone. He wasn't worried about his sweet libeling doing anything naughty behind his back. The contents of your phone only confirm that. The real purpose of his search was to find out some more info on your coworker. He looked through the many texts this guy has sent with way too many emojis attached while you give him mostly one word responses. He knew you didn't have a wandering eye. After finding his phone number and social media from your accounts it wasn't hard to get a hold of his address. By the next morning he had a plan in motion. He kissed you goodbye and headed out. You are such a trusting girl, wishing him a good day at work. He plugged in the address and found the place with ease. Actually not too far from your place. He parks a few block away from his destination. Dressed in a dark sweatshirt, he keeps the hood up to hid his identity without looking too suspicious. He reaches the complex, taking a moment to observe the apartment building. He sees the man walk by the patio door while buttoning his dress shirt, innocently getting ready for work. Trying to look his best for you, he's sure. Konig slips on his mask and knocks on the front door. There is a moment of shuffling and the door swings open.
"Can I help you...?" The man voice becomes weak as he stretches his neck up to meet Konig's steely gaze behind the sniper hood. Konig takes out his phone to confirm the identity, holding the screen next to the man's face just to be sure.
"You are Pat?" Konig questions.
"Um, yea?" Pat responds.
Konig squints down at him, tilting his head "You do not know who you are?".
"I mean, yes I'm Pat" His voice now more certain.
"Very good." Without waiting for a response Konig shoves the him back inside of his apartment and slams the door shut with his boot. Pat falls backwards and lands hard on his ass. He shuffles backwards but not fast enough. Konigs snatches him up by the collar of his crisp white shirt, slamming him into the nearest wall, knocking picture frame down in his wake. He catches the scent of his overpowering cologne making his rage boil over. He holds the man in place with a sturdy forearm against his skinny throat. Pat's feet dangle off the floor, kicking helplessly.
"Look man, you've got the wrong guy here! If this about the bet at the bar I've got the money. Let me just-" His cracking voice is cut off by a swift punch to the gut.
"Listen to me" Konig hisses through clenched teeth and pushing on his windpipe. "You will call your boss today. You will quit. Is that understood?".
"Huh?" He squeaks out. Another jab and Pat is scratching at the solid arm retracting his oxygen. Konig removes his hold and Pat crumples to the floor, gasping for air while gripping his abused neck.
"Is that understood?" Konig's voice booms in growing rage.
"Yes!" Pat answer between coughs. Not trusting any man's word Konig watches him make the call letting your boss know he will not be coming in for the indefinite future. Satisfied with the work he's done, Konig drives back to your place whistling along to a familiar tune on the radio.
You head into work, psyching yourself up on the car ride there. Rehearsing the conversation and possible scenarios that could play out. Once clocked in you nervously sit at your desk, bouncing your leg, trying your best to focus on the workload before you. Just waiting for the inevitable moment he appears but, it never comes. The hours skip by and Pat never shows himself. It's not until lunch time you finally leave your desk round the corner to see Pat's desk being packed away. You walked up to your manager clearing out the drawers.
"Hey, where's Pat?" you ask.
"Oh, you didn't hear? He quit." She tosses the last of the trinkets in the cardboard box and closes the flaps.
"Quit? why?" you feign concern but you can't help the wave of relief that washes over you.
"I'm not sure. He called all in huff this morning. Did he say anything to you?" She asks.
"No not at all. I hope he's alright." You watch her take the box in her arms, leaving the empty desk. Maybe this was the universe finally giving you a break.
You get through the rest of your day and head back home. You find your oversized Austrian man strewn across your couch, cleaning out a pint of Ben and Jerry's.
"Hello there, I'm guessing your day went well." You say as you shuck off your jacket and hang up your bag.
"Yes it was very fulfilling. I took care of an issue that has been bothering me. How was your day, mien engel?" He set the empty carton on the coffee table as he polishes off the spoon.
"Very good actually. Remember that guy who was bugging me at work? He quit today." Konig's eyebrow shoot up in surprise.
"That is one less thing to worry about then." He say. He rises from the couch, grabs you by the waist and pulls you tight to him. "I'm glad to have you all to myself."
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charles leclerc x reader ; ( my love, mine all mine )
type: blurb, fluffy.
the sound of a baby's growing cry could be heard clearly beside you. your husband is fast asleep, and well, you should be too, but the baby beside you seems to be starting to get hungry with her face as if begging you to feed her.
leaving your comfortable bed and your lingering sleepiness, you sat up and turn your body to face your baby who was crying from hungriness.
“shh... darling, mama's here” you coo, whispering to her as you pick her up and rocking her slowly to stop the crying. and she did, the crying did stop for a moment, but it didn't last long as the cry are started to come again when you were walking towards the breastfeeding chair beside the lamp.
with your instincts, you tried to calm her with your soft voice down before finally breastfeeding her.
she was very hungry of course. she greedily sucking the milk as the crying is finally ended at the moment her mouth found your breast. replaced with the sound of her cute voice. and honestly you love that.
charles wasn't awake yet, and you try not to disturb his peaceful sleep. besides, he already said that today was tiring for him, so you will let him sleep soundly tonight.
seeing her sleeping in your arms feels warm and cozy—remembering that you were very happy when you found out that you were finally pregnant after almost a year of waiting, and remembered the happy face that was etched on charles' face when he first held her. it really makes you lost in memories.
“what do you name her, sir?” the nurse said after delivering the baby. her skin was still red that time, just covered in a soft swaddle with a tiny beanie covering her tiny head.
you were still in the room, just finished giving birth and your energy is still low and your eyes are heavy. but seeing what was happening in front of you kept you awake: charles was holding her with a big smile on his face.
“lily.” he whispered, looking at the sleeping baby on his arms. his smile doesn't seems to be fading as he still looking at her as if it was a precious diamond that he found it himself. “lily-rose.”
and now, it's been 3 months since your memories in that hospital has ended. you don't know yet what kind of person your daughter, lily, will become. but you hope, really hope, that lily will be a loving child.
but for now, you will just enjoy your time with her. while lowering your head, you hummed softly “cause my love is mine, all mine. i love mine, mine, mine.” and as if she understood what you were talking about, she finally took his mouth off your breast and fell asleep facing you. like she wanted to hear your lullaby again.
after fixing your clothes after breastfeeding, you continues your little lullaby to her, making her shift in her sleep. trying to get the comfiest position.
“nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love. my all mine, all mine.” you hummed softly.
“i love you with all my deepest heart, lily. we were so grateful to having you. when i found out that i'm finally pregnant with you, the world has finally felt right to me and to your dada. we were so lucky to have you here. i love you so much.”
you kissed her forehead as you slowly standing up to getting her back to her crib. seeing him sleeping is so beautiful, but you also can't lie to yourself that you need to sleep too.
so after making sure that she's comfortable on her crib, you can finally have your time to sleep. no matter if it's short or a long one, you were so grateful to even think of how good this bed feels.
A NOTE FROM BA1MAIN : happy mother's day to every great mother all around the globes! i hope you enjoyed this tiny piece and please, if you found any mistakes in pronouns, grammar or more, excuse my bad english.
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Can you do a fic where the reader works for Ferrari and has been friends with Charles for a long time, and recently Charles and the reader have a friends with benefits thing going on, but the reader is actually in love with him. Then when Lewis moves to Ferrari, he takes an interest in the reader, the reader decides to give him a shot and stops the situationship with Charles and he realises he doesn't want to let her go.
thank you for this request, this was a little bit hard to make because i was looking at how to develop the story but I really liked how it came out, I hope you like it!
Confusions at work | cl16 & lh44
Summary: when you have feelings for your situationship but a new person gets in the middle of it.
Warnings: a little angst, confused reader, and fluff at the end.
The garage bustles with mechanics working on the gleaming red cars. You lean over the table to see the monitor with the different strategies for the first practice session of the day. Charles walks towards you, a playful glint in his eyes.
“Looking stunning with that frowned face y/n... As always.”
You roll your eyes playfully, a smile tugging at your lips. You have known Charles since his great season in Formula 2 back in 2017, by then you were already working as an internal race engineer in the Haas team, you were practically like Sheldon from the big bang theory - a brainiac. Upon meeting Charles there was an instant connection, it was as if you had always known each other, eventually, you were promoted from Haas to Ferrari in 2019, just the same year that Charles was promoted to the red team too, and ever since then the easy camaraderie between you has turned into something more... A secret, friends-with-benefits situation that both sets your heart ablaze and tears it in two.
“Yeah, yeah, save it for the cameras, Perceval. You know perfectly well I can take you down with a bad strategy any day.” you chuckled.
Charles feigns offense, but his laughter betrays him. You share a comfortable silence, a familiarity that speaks volumes. The moment is shattered by the arrival of Lewis Hamilton, the new star driver at Ferrari. Arriving at that first meeting at Maranello his gaze settles on you, a flicker of interest igniting in his eyes. Fred had offered you a change of position with Adami to be Lewis' race engineer, but the comfort and confidence you already had working with Charles made you decline the offer, likewise, working with a seven-time world champion is a privilege, since you can learn a lot from him, but you and Charles had practically grown up together at Ferrari and out of loyalty to him you stayed with him.
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The following weeks are a whirlwind. Lewis tries to get close to you, and as a result, you end up having some dates and night-outs with him. He is charismatic, attentive, you dare to say that he's a bit similar to Charles in so many ways since both of them treat you with such care and kindness. You find yourself drawn to his confidence and outgoing demeanor, a stark contrast to Charles' usual genuine and soft care towards you. Guilt gnaws at you, but the thrill of something new is intoxicating... And with a little sadness in your heart, you decide to end things with Charles... At least for a little while you try to understand what your heart wants.
One night you went to Charles' apartment, and you entered with the extra key that he had given you a long time ago. Charles' apartment is quiet, a stark contrast to the usual post-race buzz. You stand awkwardly in the living room, avoiding his gaze.
You gulped. “Charles... I think we need to talk.”
He looks up, a frown creasing his forehead. The air crackles with unspoken emotions. “Y/n what's wrong sweetie? Did I do something wrong?”
You take a deep breath. “It's about this.” you sigh. “This thing between us... It can go anymore.”
Silence hangs heavy in the air, Charles' frown deepens, his eyes searching yours. “Is it Lewis? Is this about him?” he asked.
The truth hangs on your tongue, a bitter pill to swallow. “Maybe, maybe not... The point is, things need to change... We need to take a break... At least for a little while.”
Charles stands abruptly, his frustration palpable. “Just like that? We throw away everything because of... what? Because some shiny new toy showed up?” His words sting, but there's a flicker of something else in his eyes - a vulnerability you haven't seen before.
“It's not that simple, Charles. You know it's... Complicated.”
Tears well up in your eyes, this isn't how you imagined this conversation going. You practically run out of Charles' apartment, frustrated because you don't know if you did the right thing and at the same time you don't know if being with Lewis is the same as being with Charles... Because at the end of the day, he somehow manages to see through you and understand you on a level that Lewis cannot.
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Days turn into weeks, you and Charles avoid each other. The only words that come out of your mouth are simply a "hello" and a "see you later", occasionally long sentences when you're giving him directions during the race or at the team debrief, the air is thick with unspoken tension. The joy has gone out of working at Ferrari... You see the way Lewis looks at you, but a hollow ache fills your chest. At night you constantly think about what you would be doing with Charles at that exact moment, perhaps cuddling up watching a movie, or a normal date at his house eating pizza, wearing matching socks and playing Mario kart... And even though Lewis takes you to glamorous galas, lavish dinners and so on, you don't complain about it, on the contrary, you're grateful for it, but, there's nothing like that instant connection with Charles.
One afternoon, Charles corners you near his car. His eyes are stormy, a mix of anger and something else you can't decipher.
You hear him sigh. “I miss you y/n... Like hell.”
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You miss him too, the easy banter, the way he understood you without words, the way his eyes spark every single time he was next to you.
“Charles... I...” you say shyly but he cuts you off, his voice rough.
“Don't... Don't tell me you miss Lewis...because if you do, I'll understand. But at least know this – this thing we have, it's real, at least for me. It's more than just crazy strategies and stolen kisses after victories. Maybe I haven't said it, haven't shown it the way you deserve, but I care about you, y/n... A lot.”
His confession hangs in the air, raw and vulnerable, you've never seen him that way. You can see the years of unspoken feelings bubbling to the surface. Tears prick your eyes, blurring the image of Charles in front of you.
A million things fight for dominance in your mind: the thrill of the new with Lewis, the comfortable companionship with Charles, the undeniable spark you share with him.
Taking a shaky breath, you meet his gaze.
”Charles, I... I don't know what I want... I mean, Lewis is exciting, a new challenge. But with you... it's different, it's easy, familiar, it's warm. But it's also... frustrating you know? You never give anything away, never let anyone in all the way.”
A flicker of pain crosses Charles' features. He reaches out, hesitantly placing a hand on your arm. “I'm scared y/n... Scared of losing you, scared of letting myself feel something this real. But if you're willing to take a chance, maybe, just maybe, we can figure this out together.” he says softly.
The silence stretches, thick with unspoken emotions. You look into Charles' eyes, searching for a glimpse of the future you both could have. The weight of the decision settles on your shoulders. You glance around the garage, the familiar red of the Ferraris a stark contrast to the turmoil within you. Lewis' confident smile flashes in your mind, but it's quickly replaced by the image of Charles' vulnerability, a side you've never seen before.
Taking a deep breath, you meet Charles' gaze, a flicker of determination replacing your earlier uncertainty.
“Okay Charles, let's figure this out... Together.” you say softly.
A slow smile spreads across Charles' face, relief washing over him. He pulls you into a tight embrace, the scent of his familiar cologne grounding you, it feels like coming home.
“Thank you, y/n. Thank you for taking a chance on us.” he whispers in your ear.
You pull back slightly, a playful glint returning to your eyes. “Just don't expect me to lose in the strategy game anytime soon, Leclerc... This isn't over yet.”
Charles throws his head back and laughs, the tension finally breaking. He ruffles your hair affectionately.
“I wouldn't have it any other way amour... Wouldn't have it any other way.” he smiles. (love)
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The garage and the pit wall is mostly deserted, the day's work winding down. You're packing up some of your things when Lewis approaches, a determined look in his eyes.
“Hey, y/n! Can I talk to you?” he asked with a friendly smile on his face.
You hesitate, then nod, gesturing towards a quiet corner. Lewis leans against a wall, his voice gets a little serious.
“I saw you and Charles... And I get it now, there's something there, a history I can't compete with.” There's a hint of disappointment in his voice, but mostly understanding.
“Lewis, I... I'm really sorry. Things just moved too fast too soon, and I realized what I was risking.” you say softly but Lewis offers a shy smile.
“No need to apologize, but follow your heart, y/n! That's all any of us can do... Besides, maybe next time on the track, I can finally knock your team off that top spot in the strategy battle.”
A genuine smile graces your lips. “Don't count on it, Hamilton. But hey, maybe we can grab a coffee sometime and hash out some friendly competition strategies. No promises on who'll win, though.”
Lewis chuckles, the tension dissipating. He extends his hand for a handshake. “Deal! And good luck with Charles. He's a lucky guy!”
You shake his hand, a newfound sense of clarity settling within you, he gives you a warm smile and a friendly hug. As Lewis walks away, you glance towards Charles, who's watching the exchange with a hint of possessiveness in his eyes. You catch his gaze and he winks at you, a silent promise hanging between you.
He walks towards you with a little smile on his face and takes you in his arms.
“So... How about we get out of here? I could use a real shower you know?” you say and Charles' smile widens, genuine relief washing over his features.
“Sounds like a plan. My place, or yours?” he asks softly.
The air hangs heavy with unspoken possibilities. You know this is a turning point in your relationship, a chance to rebuild something stronger.
“Your place only if you promise to make that killer pasta dish you always brag about.” you say teasingly.
Charles lets out a mock groan, but there's a twinkle in his eye. “Fine, fine. But you have to help me chop the vegetables! No bystanders in my kitchen, okay?” You laugh, the tension finally breaking. As you finally grab all of your things, Charles slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Come on, sweetcheeks. Let's get out of here before someone challenges me to another mario kart race.” he smiles softly. “You know I can't resist a good challenge, especially when you're involved.”
You nudge him playfully, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest.
”Oh, I'm sure you can handle it, Leclerc. But just you wait, next time I'm schooling you.”
Together you walk out of the garage, the setting sun casting an orange glow across the racetrack. The future is uncertain, but with a newfound commitment to each other, you're ready to face it head-on. You and Charles head towards his car, the promise of a home-cooked meal and a chance to reconnect hanging heavy in the air.
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You're thinking about your home and feeling the weight of longing. What the Dorm Leaders would do to make you feel better?
Malleus Draconia
∆ Malleus understands you, somehow. Himself having passed for a situation where his heart felt heavy and hurt by this powerful feeling.
∆ He comes by your dorm, stopping at the usual spot and doesn't take much time for you to notice and go join him.
∆ He notices your reddened eyes, knowing you were crying. His right hand goes to your face, caressing your cheek while he looks at you with a soft expression.
∆ “Do you want to talk?” The question is made without words. And even if you say no he will stay with you until you feel better.
Leona Kingscholar
∆ Alright…. Maybe this man isn't the best with the sentimental thing. But let him cook.
∆ He invited you to his dorm to watch something or have a nap together. Even so he notices that your mind isn't with your body right now.
∆ He can be a little headstrong, but he knew you had been crying. And even more that you aren't done.
∆ A sharp sound of surprise escapes you when he evolves his arms around you to push you close to him. Your face is almost buried against his neck.
∆ “Do as you want and we don't have to talk about this.” His tone is harsh as usual, but it's clear that he's here for you.
Azul Ashengrotto
∆ Already talking about the elephant in the room: Azul isn't exactly good with his own feelings. But he's more than willing to put it aside and help you.
∆ You take a seat at the Octavinelle dorm bar, your fingers lazily contouring table decoration. Azul watches you as he, himself, prepares a drink for you.
∆ He can feel his stomach heavy with worry as he looks at you, red eyes and a gloomy aura. He wants to make you feel better somehow. His eyes then fall over the food section of the bar… maybe he has an idea.
∆ You look up at him when you notice his approach. “Here. This is on the house.” He's smiling as he serves you the drink and what seems to be a piece of cake with a little heart drawn on the top.
∆ The heart is a little crooked and Azul knows it by the way he's blushing. He didn't say anything, not wanting to pressure you, but this little gift brings a warm sensation to your chest.
Vil Schoenheit
∆ Vil noticed something was wrong the moment you two were chatting by messages. Your answers short and dry makes him feel a little worried and that's how you ended being invited to his room.
∆ The way your eyes were red it was obvious you had been crying. Seeing you this way made Vil’s chest hurt in worry. “What's wrong dear? You don't look like yourself.”
∆ He listens to you venting about missing home. The things you used to do there, the people you used to share your life with. And the fear of not being able to go back to them, his hand never leaving yours.
∆ Then an idea crossed his mind and he excuses himself as he goes to his closet. You watch him with curiosity when he comes back with a well cared for shirt, only when it's in your hands you notice that the piece is old.
∆ He explains how this shirt gives him a feeling of comfort when he's feeling down. And now, he wants you to feel the same way because he is giving it to you.
Riddle Rosehearts
∆ Riddle invited you to an afternoon tea. And even if his attention is everywhere to make sure everything is going alright he still notices that you don't seem fine.
∆ “[Name]. I noticed that you seem a little distant. Did something happen?” You play with the handle of your cup before answering him and explain your worries of not coming back home and not seeing your family and friends again. He listens in silence, letting you vent.
∆ When you finish he gets up from his chair and approaches you while extending his hand for you to hold. And with your hand in his he leads you inside of his dorm building, taking you to his Room.
∆ Will you ever be surprised by how clean and organized his room is? But you don't have time to focus on that now as you two stop in front of his bookshelf. The bookshelf is higher than both of you and has more books than you've ever seen your classmates use.
∆ He invites you to choose one at the same time he picks some of his favorites and lends them to you. He enjoys reading, it is an activity that makes him feel better and helps to pass time. And If it's the same for you, the book you liked the most is now yours.
Idia Shroud
∆ Idia can be the personification of a gloomy aura. But he is still a person and cares deeply about you. Between his studies and responsibilities as a dorm leader he makes sure to spend time with you, even if It's by a voice call.
∆ The way your voice is low and slurred, the way you get behind at the game you two are playing he's getting more and more worried. Biting his nails as he thinks about how to address the situation.
∆ [N-Name]... Are you ok?” He finally asks and for a moment you don't say anything. He starts to think he upset you, but then you start talking about how you miss home and your family and friends back there. Worried that maybe you never see them again.
∆ He listens to you and, deep down, he kinda understands you. He also knows that he is not the best at giving advice or sweet words, but he wants to let you know he's here for you.
∆ He is sincere by saying that he can't make this feeling go away, nevertheless he wants to help you go through this. Then sends to you links for games and music playlists that makes him think about you to try to cheer you up.
Kalim Al-Asim
∆ Kalim comes to your dorm so you two can do homework together. And even if he's not the most studious in the school, he finds himself ahead of you in the alchemy essay. But don't underestimate him, he notices that.
∆ He looks at you with a worried expression, watching how you scribble in the corner of your notebook. “[Name]. You don't seem fine. Something happened?”
∆ You look at him, almost wanting to cry. You try your best to explain how you're missing home, missing your friends and family. And how not knowing If you'll ever come back makes you feel a little depressed.
∆ Kalim bites his bottom lip as he hears you, his arms involving your body almost naturally as he listens to you carefully. He wants to make you feel better and that's when he has an idea, telling you to come to his dorm in two hours.
∆ You do as he said, being received with a surprise. In the common area of the Scarabia dorm you see food, a lot of food and a smiling Kalim looking at you. A little party made only for you to try cheer you up.
Here i am with more Twisted Wonderland content. Hope you all like <33
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have some brainrot: adoptive parents ghoap
soap and ghost who are officially out. both from the military and to their families. they don't really care about the world. respectfully, fuck those cunts
married, with a house, and a fully adopted kid. a bright, spunky, amazing little five-year-old who fits right into their little family. they love him to death. dote on him in their own special riley-mactavish way.
the problems arise once their little bairn gets enrolled in school. the first few weeks go by fine, adjustment period and all. but once he's past it, the calls start coming. and after the calls there are meetings. conversations carry on for weeks on end, with no resolution in sight.
aggressive, they call him. a distraction, says another. they use the word dangerous to describe the sweet little boy sitting just outside the door. their sweet little boy. the same one that hides behind simon's leg whenever they pass a dog that's just a tad too big on the street. who licks the back of the spatula after johnny finishes mixing color into frosting.
and it's not like they were unaware of his history. they knew his mother had been abusing substances all throughout her pregnancy. knew what the state of the home was when child protection services rescued their little boy. they were well aware of what could come from it all.
what they weren't aware of was the absolute disdain that adults, more importantly, those tasked with caring for children, would have towards him. anger and disgust directed at a child who wasn't even at fault for the circumstances that led him there. just casting him aside, labeling him as defective from the beginning without even giving him a chance.
until you pop up of course. directing a particularly nasty look at the balding man who called their boy dangerous.
"he wouldn't be reacting like that if he didn't have external factors agitating him david." you speak his name as if forming each syllable was the single most disgusting act of your entire life.
the man doesn't hesitate to snarl back at you, some lousy excuse of how the world will have plenty of external factors agitating him. he simply can't coddle a child when the world won't do the same.
you claw at the armrests, glaring at him as you push yourself forward and speak through gritted teeth, "he's a goddamn child. we are the ones tasked with prepping him for the world. how the hell do you expect him to adapt if we don't even give him the skills he needs to do that?"
baldie revs himself for another go at you but the headmistress interrupts, guiding the conversation away from your tiff. the boys don't miss how you push your glasses up your nose with your middle finger. all while holding eye contact with the bald dickhead in the tweed blazer.
the conversation carries on and unceremoniously lands on the same conclusion it always does: the behavior needs to be curbed, otherwise he won't last here much longer.
they've already reigned themselves to the fact, already looking up the other schools in their area, when you stop them, holding the door as the last staff member slips out of the room.
"mr. and mr. mactavish," soap stifles a snort, "I know for a fact that conversation was completely unhelpful. frankly, a waste of your time. but I'd like just another moment with you two if that's okay with you?"
they nod, moving to sit, but you don't follow. instead, you poke your head out the door, "hey Z! So sorry you've been waiting so long buddy. I just have to talk to your daddies for a few more minutes. that alright with you?"
that makes both of them straighten. addressing him directly, not just speaking at him, while letting him know of the situation and asking for his permission? not something they'd seen from any of the school staff before.
they hear his small "yes ma'am" through the open door and you shoot him a smile before closing it. you sit yourself down in front of them, opening up a folder, "apologies again for that lot of clowns. they seem to forget that we don't come out of the womb with the emotional regulation switch flipped on"
simon grunts but it's johnny who speaks up, "didnae know youse were running a circus here."
you snort, "definitely making fools of themselves. can't say i've any tricks to make myself look as goofy as them. but," you pause as you rifle through some papers before your eyes light up, "I do have spreadsheets and timesheets!"
you lay out two stacks in front of them, "i've been tracking Zach's behavioral changes along with what we deduce were his triggers on these sheets," you tap the left most stack of blue papers, "and his medication dosage along with the time taken here."
you fold your hands, giving them a moment to absorb the information you've dropped on them. it's meticulous and incredibly well-documented. the behavioral outburst sheets even have the times and dates for each occurrence. you've also added little notes for many of the incidents. there's a 'fuck david' that you'd tried to scribble out but were not fully successful in doing so.
ghost rubs a finger across the inky mess, "he talks to you about his fits then?"
"aye, he does sir. it takes a bit of time but we manage to work through it. usually a drink of something cold and a snuggle with something soft seems to do the trick."
"oh did ye find that out on your own? am sorry. should have sent a note," soap apologizes as he rifles through his papers.
you wave him off, "no need mister mactavish. your boy is very good at communicating. it seems that the adults here just have a hard time listening."
"now," you reach across the table handing them identical sheets, "I'm thinking that both of you want to stop these oh-so-lovely monthly chats. and this," you tap your third identical paper, "is the solution for this."
"it's a joint emotional management endeavor, carried out both at home and here at school. you and your husband would be the primary handlers at home and I'll be the handler here. it's a multi-week program with a focus on reaction handling after a triggering event and exercises he can enact when overwhelmed"
there's a bout of silence as the two of them absorb everything that you've handed them. no one else, aside from family, ever offered this kind of care and handling for their boy before. to know that there's been someone not just looking out for their baby but researching ways to help him? it stirs something in both of them.
"why're you doin' this?" ghost scratches out.
you tilt your head, "mister mactavish, i'm an educator. but above else i'm a caretaker. i'm with these children almost as much as they're with you. it's my job to help shape and mold these children into the best version of themselves they can be."
"i happen to think that little boy out there deserves a chance to show the world how good he is. don’t you think so too?”
#.txt#.mine#.ghoap#.ghost#.soap#i started writing this at 11 pm and just kept writing for an hour#HEAVILY inspired by a little baby i had as a computer science teacher#i loved that child so much#and i’m so happy to know he lives in an absolutely loving home#ghoap x reader#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghost#soap#simon riley#john mactavish#ghost x reader#soap x reader#ghost x soap x reader
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Changing mindsets, from a Real Anti Endo™️
The Release of the (Pro/Endo) Golden Goose
I hope everyone from all sides will give this important, heartfelt post a read.
It's likely something you'll want to be aware of if you have a vested interest in syscourse and the validity of endogenic systems. Please give this a chance.
It's been almost three years since I started my blogs. Wow. I've been on tumblr a hell of a lot longer, but I really wasn't involved in the system community. I started out firm and loud. I probably inadvertently fakeclaimed (I went into this with the rule that I would NOT directly tell anyone they were faking, it was a boundary that I knew would ruin me socially if I crossed it, but I'm sure I probably did without meaning to), I name called and made fun of people and things. I was disrespectful to people. I invaded tags to get my message out there, though I was quick to stop once I realized I was making the tags unusable for the community I claimed to want to protect.
I learned very quickly what was appropriate and what wasn't, what I could get away with and what I couldn't. It started to become a numbers game, influenced by the risk of the post.
I made a lot of friends and a lot of enemies, and I amassed a following of over 2k. More people have come and gone from my little community than I ever thought possible. People made fanart of me, and I cherish those so deeply. I have over 300 asks because I struggle to delete the ones thanking me.
And the more I was thanked, the nicer I got, the more thanks, the nicer I got, rinse and repeat until I had trouble NOT empathizing with pro/endos. The more I was willing to listen, the more legitimate sources I came across that disproved my original ideas about consciousness. The people sharing the sources were more respectful than I thought they'd be. Things were starting to look a bit cloudy.
I talked to my colleagues about how they, as therapists, would handle some of these endos in their practice, and while their belief in the concept varied, kindness and attempts to understand was the consistent answer. When had I lost that kindness and understanding that had driven me to that field to begin with?
Colleagues, yes. For those who don't know, I have a degree in social services and counselling (plus three other degrees). It's why the current situation with the antis turning on me is so funny. I still can't get into the mindset of some of these new anti endos, I just can't imagine justifying that level of cruelty. I had lines that I wouldn't cross, and I didn't think people could be worse than me.
... That might have been a trauma thing, looking back on it.
So I got desperate.
I spoke to the actual doctors who wrote some of these papers all of us are quoting. Everyone was arguing the meaning of the words, so I went directly to the source.
Dr Colin Ross, who wrote about endogenous multiplicity in the 80s. I told him everything-- about plurals, non-traumagenic systems, syscourse, what was being debated, how I and others interpreted his words, and what I wanted to learn.
Was plurality only trauma based?
And back and forth and back and forth we went, with me asking over and over again in different ways, NEEDING to hear that it was.
But I never got that answer. He meant what he meant. He said what he said and he meant it.
That plurality was not only found in the aftermath of trauma.
And I said nothing to anyone because I couldn't reconcile it.
Don't try to read between the lines, I assure you, there isn't some hidden meaning to be found there. I can't share all of the messages because some contained personal information, but my final response will tell you all you need to know.
(It did NOT, in fact, make sense, and it took me three years to "rethink my paper" that endogenic plurality wasn't possible, I did not win that conversation, it was a dying stance that was not supported)
I've been accused of paying too much attention to my follower count, but I can't really help it. It's really scary when you make a post and see a sizeable drop. It means a lot of different things. My posts have less reach and support. I've upset people. I've done something wrong. My community is leaving me.
I'm in a weird spot, where I'm blocked by so much of the pro/endo community that I have nothing to join, and the anti endo community, who I still wholeheartedly support, continues to leave me for -checks smudged writing on hand- being too nice??
Misinformation about DID is a massive problem, and it's why I still consider myself anti endo and support that community. I relate to them in such a way that I'll always gravitate to and empathize with them.
Or at least, that's what I thought.
At this point, though, how can I not be pro/endo when Colin fucking Ross says it's possible?
I've already written about how I'm really struggling with these labels, and I love the people that have stuck around while I struggle to figure this out.
I hurt when I see the people that once supported me leave.
My (online) world is shrinking. Literally.
That's scary.
When you've watched so many turn away, you start to wonder, with every post, where is the line where the rest are going to leave? Is it this post?
I just want to be me, us, we want to laugh at the stupid crap people say, system or not, I want to talk about my disorder, I want to combat misinformation, I want to have productive, fun conversations about ideas and concepts with people who disagree and have different interpretations. I want to play devil's advocate and get people thinking. I want to be able to comment positivity and kindness on any post I see, I want to feel comfortable talking to more people about their ideas. I sympathize with anti endos, I relate to CDD systems, I still firmly believe that CDDs and plurality are different, unrelated concepts.
My priority will always and forever be the CDD community first and foremost.
However, I am a hypocrite. I have gone straight to the horse's mouth and failed. I've seen so much research that I finally get it. I'm grappling with holding on to this conversation with Dr Ross, wondering what harm I could have prevented if I'd gone public with these emails earlier.
Since when has being open to change been a bad thing?
Since when has showing respect to lived experiences been a bad thing?
What am I? What label describes this?
How do I go forward from here?
What are you going to do with this information?
I promise you, hate isn't the way forward.
#syscourse#not syscourse#pro syscourse conversation#anti endo#pro endo#anti plural#pro plural#debunk#endogenic safe#system safe#pro system
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Amnesia
Levi Ackerman x Reader
Summary: When the Levi Squad goes out on a mission with a few rookies, accidents happen
Warnings: Angst, injuries, titans, fighting, jealousy, secret relationship
Work count: 3.9K
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As the Levi squad moved through the training forests, their captain couldn’t take his eyes off the girl riding just ahead of him. He knew he should keep an eye on Eren, to see how he faired with the rest of the team but he couldn’t help it. He was painfully aware of the fact that a titan could pop out of the trees and snatch her from him in a second.
So as they continued on, his eyes continuously swept the terrain while also observing her.
Levi truly thought he would never meet someone he could love. Love wasn’t really a concept in the Underground. It was a dark place full of people just trying to survive. Love was nowhere near the top of anyone’s priority list. And when he joined the scouts it wasn’t as if he had time for anything resembling a relationship. Sure there had been fellow soldiers that he noticed had taken a liking to him but he always brushed them off, uninterested. But then Erwin introduced him to the second most recent addition to his squad. Y/N L/N.
He couldn’t quite explain it but his very sudden and unexplained infatuation with her but he had initially told Erwin, privately, that he wouldn’t add her to his team. Something about her made him irrational. She should never see combat, he decided. She was too good for all this bloodshed. But Erwin had insisted that he take her on a practice run so Levi complied. He was astonished by how well she worked with the team, never pushing herself to be in the position of glory but still managing to kill three Titans and assist with many more.
Eight months later here they were, creating an unstoppable duo along with the rest of the team. Of course, they had to keep their relationship a secret from everyone as she was Levi’s subordinate but they had managed so far.
Seeing as the sun was setting and the horses were beginning to tire, Levi called for his squad, along with Eren and a few other new scout members to set up camp in the trees for the night.
As they slowed their horses, Levi slowed his down so he was next to Y/N. “How are you feeling, soldier?” he asked, keeping his gaze up, looking for a good spot to rest for the night, trying not to show his care.
“Good, Captain. I could ride for another few hours,” she answered stiffly. Exactly like a good soldier.
Levi just nodded, proud of her stamina for some inexplicable reason. “I feared the horses would be of no use to us tomorrow if we did not stop.”
Y/N allowed herself a soft laugh. “Yes, I fear that too. Wise call, Captain.”
Levi suppressed a smile. “If you feel so well, soldier, you’ll be on watch tonight with me,” he said in a stern tone. As if to reprimand her. That caught the attention of a few of the other scouts as they began to prepare to set up camp in the trees but they all quickly averted their gazes as Levi turned to glare at them.
“Yes, sir,” Y/N agreed quietly.
~
As the group sat in the largest of the nearby trees, close together for warmth, Levi couldn’t help but glare over at one of the new scouts. Reiner. He was sat next to Y/N, a little too close for his liking. They were engaged in a conversation which didn’t normally bother Levi, he didn’t consider himself the jealous type. But every time she turned her attention away from Reiner to talk to someone else, it was like panic came over his expression as he desperately tried to get her attention back on him. But Levi knew that if he brought it up to her, she’d just dismiss it so he just sat and watched.
It wasn’t much longer before Reiner was pressed up against her, claiming he was cold. Levi sat across from them, staring menacingly whilst holding one of his blades. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t imagining threatening Reiner right now. He hated that he had to keep his relationship a secret. He wanted everyone in the whole damn army to know Y/N was taken. He knew Reiner, nor anyone else, would dare to even look at her if they knew she was dating Captain Levi.
He nearly said something about leaving her alone when Reiner suggested they sleep with each other for warmth that night. As Levi was seeing red and considering the implications of stabbing him right here, Y/N brushed him off. “I’m on watch with Captain Levi,” she informed him. With no hint of regret to lead him on.
Reiner visibly deflated but tried to smile through his disappointment. “M-maybe next time,” he tried to laugh off. Y/N just hummed in acknowledgment, looking to her boyfriend for help.
Levi looked up at the sky, determining that it was dark enough that he could reasonably call for them to go to sleep. “We have another long day tomorrow, get some sleep. L/N, you take first watch.”
“Yes, sir,” she obeyed eagerly, standing up from her spot next to Reiner so fast he nearly fell over.
She brushed past everyone as they began to settle down, jumping up to a higher branch with her ODM gear. Levi followed up after her, bringing his gear so he could set up a makeshift bed the same way the others were. She only spared a glance at him as she looked down at the others, making sure they were going to sleep. A few of them were already snoring, having learned early on to sleep when you can and because it had been a long day.
Levi settled where he knew he couldn’t be seen from below, beckoning Y/N to join him. Once she noticed him she complied, creeping closer to the trunk of the tree. Once she reached him, he extended his hand, which she took, drawing her to sit down, leaning against his chest while he leaned against the tree. “I didn’t like how he was talking to you or touching you,” he murmured, resting his chin on top of her head.
“I know,” she murmured back, “I didn’t like it either.”
“I wish everyone knew you were taken. Better yet, knew you were mine.” He pressed a soft kiss to her head.
“Captain Levi Ackerman, are you jealous?” she asked teasingly.
“Shut it,” he mumbled, eliciting a laugh from her.
“I wish people could know about us too,” she mused. “I’m worried about this training exercise,” she changed the subject. “Eren’s friends? They’re brand new scouts. They don’t have the instincts or skills for this team.”
“I know but we all start somewhere,” Levi rationalized, being surprisingly understanding. He usually drilled for perfection out of those he trained. Even if he knew he couldn’t expect perfection immediately he never let on. “I had questioned your ability to be on the team initially.”
“Yeah but I’m not an idiot,” Y/N giggled. “And you never gave me an inch of grace. I thought you hated me for the first few weeks I was on the team.”
“I was hard on you because I was worried for you. Look at you now, sharper than any other scout.”
“Even you?”
“Of course not,” Levi teased.
“You were that worried about me? When we had just met?”
Levi briefly deliberated with himself about how much he was willing to admit. “Something about you made me unreasonably protective over you. I was worried that you’d distract me so I told Erwin I wouldn’t take you but he insisted. That’s part of why I trained you so hard. So I could have peace of mind that you’re capable of taking care of yourself so I wouldn’t be distracted.”
“Did you do a good enough job?”
“I could never. I worry about you every time we leave the walls.”
“Well, so far, so good. I’m still here.”
“It better stay that way. Now get some sleep,” Levi insisted, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead.
“But I have first watch?”
“You didn’t think I’d actually make you stay up? I just wanted an excuse to talk to you privately.”
“But when will you sleep? What will we do if our fearless leader is tired?”
Levi smiled at her teasing and worry. “I’ll wake you,” he swore, lying through his teeth.
“Unlikely,” she countered suspiciously. But Levi just hushed her, bidding her to sleep. He kept watch, looking towards the path they had come from for any wandering titans, moving around despite the lack of sunlight. Once he felt Y/N fully relax he allowed himself to observe her peaceful face. He always took these peaceful moments to check on her, ensuring there were no cuts or bruises, even if it was a simple paper cut. Finding none on her exposed skin, Levi held her tighter, continuing to observe her peaceful face and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest.
As Levi sat in the quiet, stillness of the night, he let his mind wander. Would it really be such a big deal if people knew about them? It’s not like the Scouts could afford to lose soldiers. Then everyone would know Y/N was taken and people like Reiner would leave her alone.
~
The squad had been looking for Titans to practice with for about an hour. The experienced scouts were getting wary as the sun had been up for an hour, the Titans should be awake and moving.
Levi had allowed them all to slow to a trot so as to save the horses’ energy. “It’s too quiet,” Levi murmured to his second in command, Eld.
“It’s not as if the Titans have the cognitive ability to hide in the trees to gather their numbers and then attack us,” Eld rationalized.
Levi just hummed in agreement. “Still, it feels like something bad is coming.”
They continued on for a little while longer, mostly in silence due to the Levi Squad members being uneasy. Then suddenly a giant hand launched out from between the trees, scattering the scouts. A 10 meter titan with a horrifying grin emerged from the trees, eyeing the meal that had appeared right in front of him.
All the members of the Levi squad immediately deployed their ODM gear, jumping up into the trees to take the titan down as quickly as possible. Levi watched his team begin to surround and confuse the titan. Y/N was poised to go in for the kill. But as she launched herself at the thing’s nape, Reiner swung from out of nowhere, knocking into her.
The force of his body hitting hers disrupted her momentum and she went plummeting towards the ground. Fortunately, her ODM gear was lodged into a tree because it caught her. It completely knocked the wind out of her but it was better than hitting the ground from 15 meters up. But in her shock, she didn’t realize she was in prime grabbing range as a giant fist encompassed her body. The pressure was so great she could feel her ribs crack as her arms were pinned at her sides. In all her shock, terror, and pain she must have blacked out because the last thing she was was the titan’s grin.
Meanwhile, Levi had watched in horror as that idiot swung into her, saving himself by falling into the tree. Levi had a momentary sigh of relief seeing the ODM gear catch her rather than her falling to the ground, surely to her death. But as the titan’s fist appeared, Levi’s life flashed before his eyes. “No!” he heard himself yell. Full of fear and rage that any creature would dare hurt her.
He reacted as quickly as possible, the others still barely registering what was happening. He launched himself towards the titan, cutting at its wrist, forcing it to stop bringing Y/N closer to its mouth. He moved faster than lightning, swinging behind its neck to cut at its nape. Absolutely no mercy as he cut out its crucial chunk of flesh. But as the titan began to fall, Levi realized his mistake, seeing Y/N fall out of the titan’s grasp. Unable to save herself due to her unconscious and wounded state. Then, a flash moved to catch her. Upon landing safely on a branch, Levi nearly sobbed in relief seeing Eren standing there, Y/N safely in his arms.
Levi quickly launched himself over, not giving a damn about appearances as he took Y/N in his arms. He laid her as gently as possible on the branch of the tree, kneeling close to her in order to look for signs of life. He thanked whatever cruel deity was out there upon seeing her chest move up and down with labored breaths. But the sound of her breathing was horrifying. Each breath rattled out of her lungs, an indication of how badly she was wounded internally. “Wake up, Y/N come on,” Levi pleaded, holding her face. He thought that if she would just open her eyes she’d be okay. They could get her back to the wall where she’d receive medical attention. “Come on, you’re not going to die out here,” he insisted, as if he were bargaining with her.
“Captain…” Petra’s hesitant voice spoke up, “she’s not going to wake up here. We have to get back to the wall.”
“We don’t have a cart, she won’t make it on horseback,” Connie said.
“We’re not leaving a wounded soldier,” Levi spat, picking her up in his arms as gently as possible. “We ride straight back to the wall. No stopping. If you see a titan do not engage. Our mission now is to get our comrade back alive.”
~
It was a hard, long journey back. Levi had precariously balanced Y/N on his horse the entire way, only stopping to ensure she kept breathing. But they made it back in only a day. The doctors said that the swiftness of their journey saved her life. She would have drowned in her own blood had they not reached the wall in time.
When the doctors had taken her in, Levi had been left shaking in the center of the barely standing building that had been converted into a hospital. “They’ve got her,” Petra had assured him, dragging him out of the way. The entire squad had tried numerous times to get him to leave the hospital and lie down but Levi refused every time.
After a day of operating and then leaving her alone to heal for a while, the doctors finally let him see her. But not without warning. “She’s in critical condition,” they warned. “She flatlined on the table a few times, meaning her brain was deprived of oxygen for longer than is reasonably safe. She’s also still got a tube breathing for her. We had to repair her lungs and put her in a medically induced coma.” Levi said nothing as they walked down the hall, keeping his face expressionless despite the fear pounding in his heart. He could hardly breathe as they told him everything that was wrong with her. But once they reached the door, the doctor blocked his path for a second. “One last thing: the titan caused massive crush injuries meaning her neck and torso are mostly covered in bruises. I’m just trying to prepare you for what you’ll see.”
Levi just nodded in understanding, not even fully processing her words. As the door finally opened, revealing her fragile body, Levi let out a strangled noise from his throat as he tried not to cry in front of the doctor. He was grateful when she just closed the door behind her, leaving him alone with Y/N. Stepping over to the bed, he took a seat on the chair placed beside it. She looked so fragile he was afraid to touch her so he just sat and stared at her, willing her eyes to open.
But they never did. In the two weeks Levi spent sitting at Y/N’s side her eyes never opened. She never so much as twitched. The only reason he left was when Erwin threatened to discharge him from the Scouts. He almost accepted the discharge except for his team reminding him that they still had a war to win. And if he wasn’t out there protecting humanity, what was to stop a titan from just running through this hospital?
So Levi went back to work. In some ways, he was sloppy and distracted, like neglecting his paperwork. But he more than made up for it in his performance. He took down more Titans in the three months Y/N was asleep than in the few years he had spent as a scout. He had also bullied and beaten the current class of recruits into one of the finest classes yet. He had thrown himself into his work, killing every titan in his path. And when he couldn’t kill, he was taking out his rage on arrogant scouts and recruits alike.
~
“Is that all you got?” Levi asked Dassler. He was one of the recruits that would be graduating in a month. He was a big guy, someone who had won all of his sparring matches simply by being heavier and stronger than his classmates. But he was ill equipped to deal with Levi’s quick agility.
Dassler yelled in frustration, unable to get a grip on the captain. He lunged forward but Levi easily dodged him, swinging his foot down to pin Dassler’s neck on the ground with his boot. As the boy struggled, Levi heard the frantic breathing of Hange as she reached the training yard. “Captain!” she called through labored breathing. “It’s L/N! She’s- she’s awake,” she breathed.
Levi didn’t even process her words fully or let himself feel anything, he just took off running. He ran straight to the hospital, right past the nurses and doctors, and straight up to her room. As soon as he burst in the door, nurses were on him, trying to push him out of the room.
“Sir, you can’t be in here right now,” the insisted multiple times. But Levi wasn’t listening. He was looking over their shoulders frantically calling her name, begging for some sort of confirmation she was okay.
But she never so much as looked at him. He only realized what happened when he heard the doctor asking her questions with more concern ebbing into her voice each time. “Do you know your date of birth?” She shook her head no. “Do you know where you’re from?” Another shake. “Do you know what happened in Shigonshina?” No. “Do you know who he is?” the doctor asked, pointing at him as he continued to struggle with the nurses.
The moment between the doctor’s question and Y/N’s response was the longest moment of Levi’s life. Even the nurses stopped, eager to see if she remembered arguably the most important person in her life. Any deniability they had had about their relationship disappeared when Levi carried her back to the walls.
With another shake of her head, she denied knowing her boyfriend and Levi’s heart shattered. He let out an involuntary strangled cry before the nurses finally got him out of the room before slamming the door in his face.
All he could do was stare at the door in shocked disbelief. This had to have been some sort of weird side effect of the coma. It had to be temporary.
As he began to spiral, Hange showed up with the rest of the squad. “Captain!” she called excitedly from down the hall. But upon noticing his expression, she halted, stopping the rest of the squad behind her. “What happened?” she asked in a grave voice.
“She- she doesn’t remember anything,” he admitted, still staring at the door. He could faintly hear worried murmurs behind him but he didn’t care. He was still so wrapped up in trying to understand what just happened.
Beside him, Hange’s jaw dropped as she tried to process the news. “Oh Levi, I’m so sorry.”
~
It had been a week and Levi had yet to visit his girlfriend. Everyone on the squad had encouraged him to visit, going so far as to suggest that he could miraculously bring her memories back. But all he could see was her blank, confused expression as she shook her head at him. He didn’t think he could handle her giving him that blank expression again.
As he sat in his office, filling out paperwork when he heard a knock on the door. Looking up, he found Erwin standing in the doorway. “Levi,” he greeted, “you need to visit Y/N.”
Rather than tell Erwin to mind his own business, like he had told the rest of his squad, he just continued his work. “She doesn’t remember me. There’s nothing I can do for her.”
“You can be there for her. What will happen when she regains her memories but her boyfriend wasn’t there when she needed him?” Levi stopped writing but still didn’t look up. He was aware that everyone now knew about his relationship but he still didn’t want the commander throwing it in his face. “You haven’t stopped working ever since you came back. I don’t think you’ve left the office since she woke up. Go to her, that’s an order,” he said before turning on his heel and walking out.
Levi clenched his jaw, putting his pen down. With a reluctant sigh, he stood up, grabbing his cloak. He made his way outside, towards the hospital. As he went, more and more people took notice of him, murmuring and whispering as he passed but he just ignored it. He walked straight up to her room, only hesitating when he reached her door. He reached for the handle but stopped for a second. The memory of her confused expression flashed through his mind again and with it came all that initial pain. Shaking it off, he grasped the handle, finding his girlfriend sleeping peacefully.
Careful not to wake her, he went to her bedside. Tracing a finger over her hand, she didn’t stir. Levi smiled as he observed her peaceful expression. He missed her beautiful face more than he’d like to admit to anyone except her. With her peaceful expression, he could almost forget that godforsaken image of her lack of memory. “You don’t remember me now,” he whispered, “but you will someday. And I swear I will be by your side the entire time because I love you,” he promised her, sealing it with a brief kiss on her forehead.
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And in today's second installment of "How about that guy Tom King's brain??"... did you know the man basically developed an entire stabbing-as-sex metaphor between Batman and Joker over the course of multiple comics and that it's just absolutely bonkers? :)
So. Remember this spectacular page from Batman/Catwoman (2021) #9, in which Joker describes a particular fantasy of his regarding Batman?
"And that's when I put the knife into him. [...] And I put the knife in him again." Joker could not have made this more about sex if he tried. Hell, he tells Selina that he thinks he could fuck Batman better than her. But alright, keeping this in mind-- the metaphor of the knife and penetration, what does it imply about the other two times Tom King has written interactions between Batman and Joker where there's a knife present?
Alright, I'm putting the rest under the cut, since there's a lot of comic panels, my own ranting... and attempted stabbing.
Batman: The Brave and the Bold #9 ("The Winning Card")
In The Winning Card, a reimagining of Batman and Joker's first ever meeting, we get two fights between them that are so heavy with symbolism; but it's the second confrontation we're interested in, and that's pictured above. We see that it was Joker who drew blood the first time... it's him who sunk the knife penetrated Bruce at the very beginning. And really, was there a need for the unending focus on Bruce pulling out the blade? But then there's what he does next, and the way it's framed... He starts beating Joker, but then realizes that beating him does absolutely nothing.
So he switches to trying to communicate with him, to trying to tell (the worst) possible joke, all while holding up the knife:
First of all: genuinely terrifying, if I may so myself. Secondly, we're shown Bruce bringing down the knife doing the penetrating, but the next page is not about him having killed Joker. It's Bruce and Alfred having gone fishing, talking about what happened... and why Bruce left Joker alive.
And this is how Tom King chooses to have Bruce say it:
"He put the knife in me." Tom King I am inside your walls. This is exactly how Joker phrased it in his fantasy. And then, we're shown that Bruce couldn't kill Joker; he stuck the knife in him, but didn't kill him.
But what's the other time Tom King wrote Batman, Joker and a knife? Well, that's during the infamous The War of Jokes and Riddles. We're told TWOJAR happened in the second year of Batman's career, so (at least in King's little Universe) pretty soon after The Winning Card-- which takes place in Year 1. And in TWOJAR, after finding out Riddler's motivation for causing so many lives to be lost, Bruce tries to stab him:
[squinting my eyes suspiciously] Thrust the knife out, huh. But then, Bruce never manages to commit murder, because Joker steps in:
Batman (2016) #32
So. If we follow King's own metaphor... Batman tried to have sex with the Riddler and Joker stopped him. Joker couldn't allow it. Bruce ended up stabbing penetrating him instead.
Pictured above: me
Is King the first to do this sort of thing? No, obviously not. Miller equated the violence between Batman and Joker to sex in The Dark Knight Returns, Snyder and Capullo did that too in both Death of the Family and Endgame. Still, it's... deliciously fucked up, and I thought it needed some showcasing.
#I don't wanna say 'writer's poorly disguised kink' but. well#once is happenstance. twice is coincidence. three times is a pattern :))#batjokes#batjokes meta#king's writing#batman#bruce wayne#joker#tw blood#my meta#why YES I am procrastinating something important with all these posts
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Mattheo Riddle Headcannons
a/n: its high time I live up to my username and write for Mattheo Riddle lol so here are some headcannons for Mattheo x introverted reader!
He knows you are a very shy and quiet type of person, not a huge fan of attention, so he knows that when he speaks to you for the first time, it has to be in a place where you’re comfortable and not imposing. The best place to do this was the Slytherin common room in the evening when there were other students around.
You were comfortably cuddled up in front of the fire in a huge chair with a blanket, doing your potions homework.
Mattheo simply stared at how beautiful you looked with the fire illuminating half your face, giving it a radiant glow.
He was a goner when you smiled a genuine smile at something your friend said.
Blaise, Draco and Theo collectively looked to where you were sitting the moment that enamoured look dawned on Mattheo’s face. This called for a lot of teasing from the whole group about how Mattheo was completely whipped by a girl he had never even spoken to. They encouraged him to speak to you and he finally gathered the guts to approach you.
It was simply talking about homework since you two were in the same potions class so he pretended not to know what was going on in that class.
He was actually one of the top students in the class.
Not above you, though.
He pulled a chair next to you while you explained to him the ingredients of a potion and how they balanced each other out.
Since that day, he fell in love with your voice and often found ways to engage you in conversation so he could hear it again.
Whenever he was having a bad day, he’d come and find you, engage you in conversation about the most mundane things, annoy you so you’d roll your eyes in that adorable way of yours and say “Mattheo, get lost,” with that cute little blush.
He loved it when you blushed. He loved it even more when he was the cause of that pink tingle in your cheeks or the shy smile on your face.
After two months since that first conversation in the common room, Mattheo gathered up the courage to ask you out. Honestly, he was fully prepared for you to say no since he knew you were not very comfortable around other people and letting someone in was a huge deal for you.
So when you said yes, he was over the moon. He ran to his friends to tell them you said yes and started planning the perfect date.
Mattheo wanted to take things slow with you so you’d never feel rushed or uncomfortable around him.
You weren’t very comfortable with physical touch when you first met so he made sure to ease you into it. He’d always ask first before touching you anywhere, whether it’d be holding your hand or hugging you. He would always ask for consent and you would melt every time.
A slight nod with a smile was always your response which made him grin.
Until one day you said “Only yours to touch” and that day his heart actually stopped in his chest for a beat. Hearing you say that made him the happiest man alive cause he could say you were his.
In crowded places, Mattheo would always be sure to keep a hand on you, whether that be an arm wrapped around your waist, a hand on the lower back, or fingers twined with yours. He would move his thumb in soothing circles, letting you know he was there and you didn’t need to feel uncomfortable.
One time, you and Mattheo were hanging out with his friends and this was the first time you were meeting them. Immediately having all their attention made you nervous and uncomfortable so you started scratching your thumb, a nervous habit.
Mattheo instantly noticed, covering your hand with his. He brought your hands up to his lips and kissed them, then leaned in to whisper in your ear “We can leave if you want.”
You said you did so Mattheo instantly made up an excuse for you to leave and the two of you spent the night cuddling in his bed.
From the moment you became a part of Mattheo’s life, his friends saw a huge shift in his persona. How he seemed to be smiling a lot more, seemed a lot more empathetic.
The most shocking part to them, however, was the way talking about you came so naturally to him. Like he could see something in a colour you like and he’d immediately be like “Y/n would love that!” or one time he saw Pansy reading a book for class that he saw you reading once and said, “If you need notes on that, Y/n has read it before, you should ask her. She’s crazy smart.”
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can you do where reader and Tom were best friends and Tom was secretly crushing on her at school like 2003-2005 but then Tom had to leave the school because he got famous and had to go to tour and stuff and school was pretty hard for him but in 2009 he sees reader somewhere like in a restaurant and they talk about old times and then they go to reader’s house and then it ends with smut
i love this idea sm
Gone too long
PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader
CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT
SYPNOSIS: Y/N and Tom were best friends in years ago, Tom had to leave in 2005 when his career started to peak, leaving Y/N all alone. She didn't know at the time but he had the biggest crush on her and leaving her was one of the worst things that could happen. Later in 2009 he still thinks about her everyday, and then one day sees her in a resturant, eating alone.
A/N: ee
WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary and riding), nipple play, teasing, squirting
When I was around 13, I met this guy named Tom, he was instantly my best friend and we hung out for days on end, every time we'd see each other we'd always work to one specific corner store and order the same thing every time.
But in 2005, his music career started to rise and he got more attention. I'd always helped him and the band with getting gigs at small bars or house parties but they never really became super famous.
He had to leave and I was devistated, 2 years of friendship wasted. Little did he know I had the fattest crush on him.
As the years went by I watched as his career progressed, him turning into a handsome young man. One day I decided to go eat out alone, not let my thoughts get the best of me.
I picked a cute little resturant, a family owned business that had recently opened, everyone I know was saying how good this place was, even celebrities were going.
I opened the swinging doors, greeted by a waiter and being sat at a 50s themed booth. I skimmed over the menu, looking at all the delicious options, things from chicken burgers to beef burgers to nuggets to fries to milkshakes.
I chose a strawberry milkshake and a beef burger with a side of fries, I hadn't eaten breakfast earlier so I was super hungry. I looked around the place, noticing how all the customers looked so happy, couples sharing milkshakes, families bonding and eating.
Then, I saw a guy sitting alone, black braids with a black bandana, I decided to ignore him but I couldn't shake the feeling off that he was staring at me. I decided to look again and my eyes widened, a familiar face, the face I've loved for years.
I realized it was Tom and he had realized it was me, I saw him stand up with his food and rush over to me, sitting down in the booth, we were both speechless, surprised to be seeing each other after so long.
"Hey Y/N..it's been a while" he smiled softly, I nodded, not being able to form words, super shocked that he was actually in front of me after so long. "So..how are you?" he chuckled, munching on his fries.
"Fuck..uh..." I snapped out of my trance, "i'm fine..I have a really cool job and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you..I watched all your interviews in hopes you'd maybe talk about me" I confessed, my cheeks flushing red, turning my head to look away from him.
"I mean, I couldn't stop thinking about you too, I'd try distract myself but you always clouded my thoughts" he chuckled, reaching his hand out and grabbing mine, causing me to snap my head back to him.
"I'm glad I could see you again, you've grown so much" he smirked "you're very beautiful" he teased, sending a little wink. I giggled, "you're very handsome yourself Tom, I love the braids"
For the next 3 hours we talked about old times, what we used to get up to and what we've been doing for the past 4 years. The resturant was near closing, we didn't even notice that we had been chatting for so long, we just had so much to catch up on and so much chemistry, the conversation never went awkward.
"Hey folks, the resturant is closing now, can we ask if you can pay your Bill and leave? We're so sorry" the waiter came up to us, "oh of course!" I smiled, going up to the counter to pay for my meal, "no no, let me pay liebe" I chuckled "liebe? You haven't called me that since 2004, who do you think you are" I said playfully, a smug grin appearing on his face as he payed for my meal.
"Thanks for that Tom" I leaned in, kissing his cheek sweetly and holding onto his hand, our fingers interlocking. I had walked to the resturant since it was so close to my house, Tom of course drived, his black sports car waiting outside.
"You wanna go back to mine? I really did miss you, I don't want our little date to get cut short" he frowned, looking down at me, "of course I want to" I smiled, pulling him with me to his car.
He opened the door for me, "why thank you" I smirked and got into the passanger seat, buckling myself up. He came to the side and got into the drivers seat, starting the car.
He sneakily slid a hand on my thigh as he started to drive. I rolled the window down, the cool breeze hitting my skin, sending goosebumps all over my arms.
I looked at the empty streets, admiring the yellowy glow of the street lights. As we arrived to his house he guided me in, bringing me to the lounge room. I sat on the couch as he dissapeared to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of champagne for me and him, 2 glasses in his other hand.
He sat down next to me, pouring us a glass. We continued to talk for another hour, sipping at our drinks. Eventually we got tipsy, tension starting to fill the room. I had taken my jacket off, my boobs nearly buldging out of my tank top.
I noticed the way he just stared at my cleavage, a tent forming in his pants. "Tom" I called out, "oh..sorry" he chuckled, scratching his neck nervously.
I smirked and climbed onto his lap, smashing his lips into mine. His hands immediately flew to my hips, holding them tightly, deepening the kiss.
"Mm.." I moaned into the kiss, Tom slipping his tongue into my mouth and bucking his hips up, grinding against me softly. Our tongues fought for dominance, getting heated quickly.
He picked me up, holding me by my ass and walking towards his room, our lips still glued together. He pulled away for a moment, throwing me onto the bed and crawling to me, smashing his lips into mine again, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head.
"Tom!" I gasped, his kisses trailing down to my neck, sucking roughly and leaving marks everywhere, basically claiming me as his. "Fuck.." he groaned, pushing his erection onto my stomach.
He let go of my hands, tugging at my shirt and pulling it off, along with my bra, revealing my perky breasts, nipples hard. "Ohh my god.." his breath hitched, leaning down and latching onto one of my nipples, sucking harshly.
I whined, "oh fuck! mm Tom!" arching my back, his cock pressing into me harder. He started to take his shirt off, along with his pants and boxers, leaving him completely nude all while kissing and sucking on my nipples.
He eventually let go, dragging my skirt off and rubbing my clit over my panties softly, my hips bucking up "ohh..someones excited" he smirked, peeling them off and throwing them to the side.
I whined, growing impatient, he detected this and smirked, aligning himself at my entrance, slowly pushing in. "Oh fuck!" I cried out, holding onto his biceps as he stretched me out slowly, making sure it didn't hurt.
After bottoming himself out he started to thrust slowly, trying to get me adjusted to his size. "Fuck..Tom you're so big.." I groaned, scratching at his back, he chuckled and started to thrust faster.
Eventually he started to pound into me, hitting my g spot repeatedly, "fuck.." he grunted, leaning down and starting sucking on my nipples again, swirling his tongue around my sensitive buds, little moans escaping my mouth.
I whimpered, his cock slamming into me cruely, stabbing at my g spot desperatly, his cock throbbing in my tight wetness. He grabbed my hips tightly, grazing his teeth over my nipples.
I felt tension build up in my stomach, twisting into a tight knot. He threw his head back, mouth slightly agape, cock twitching in me.
He groaned, feeling his balls tighten as he neared his orgasm. He could feel me clenching around his cock, causing him to lose control, "I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" he groaned, ejaculating and spurting his hot cum into me pussy, filling it to the brim.
I moaned at the sensation of my pussy being filled, my orgasm crashing down, juices spilling all over his cock. "Holy fuck.." I panted, Tom fell down onto the bed next to me, catching his breath.
Before I knew it I was on his cock again, he grabbed me by my waist and easily picked me up, slamming me back down onto his length, making me ride him.
"Oh fuck!" I whined, he grabbed my hips and started to help me move up and down on his cock, "you're so fucking hot.." he growled, slapping my ass harshly.
I yelped and rode faster, his tip hitting all the right spots, "that's right baby, ride my cock like the little slut you are.." he grinned, reaching out and fondling my bouncing breasts, rubbing his thumb over my nipple.
"Ohh fuck!" I whined, bouncing up and down on his cock, chasing another orgasm, my cunt dripping with juices. I threw my head back, the pleasure taking over my body, no thoughts being processed in my head.
He started to thrust up into me, meeting my movements. Hands squeezing my breasts roughly, "taking my cock so well..such a good girl" he praised, I felt my climax building again.
I was drunk on his cock, it was like drugs to me, addicting. He smirked, smacking my ass again, balls slapping onto my ass, hips slamming into mine roughly.
"Cum on this cock again, now" he commanded, I cried out and dug my nails into his shoulders, legs twitching as I came again, a clear stream of liquid spilling onto his abdomen.
"Holy shit!" I whined, collapsing onto his chest as he came deep in me again, fucking the cum into my pussy so it wouldn't spill out. He layed onto the bed, pulling me with him, pulling out slowly and cleaning me up.
"I missed you so much baby..you've been gone for too long.." he looked deeply into my eyes, brushing stray hairs away from my face and kissing me softly.
"I'm so happy I can be in your arms again" I smiled, kissing him back gently.
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home is wherever we are [kim mingyu x fem!oc] 🔞
genre: fluff, smut, established relationship, non idol au, mingyu's a soft dom
warnings: unprotected sex, size kink, rough sex, dom!kmg, sub!oc
[8:00am]
liz just landed in seoul, the weight of the jet lag dawning on her during the ride from the airport, she just wished mingyu picked her up but she was going to surprise her boyfriend and didn't want to feel like a bother waking him up knowing that the preparations for the upcoming comeback definitely has him sleeping in after pouring all those late nights in the studio and practice room with the boys.
the drive from the airport was a bit longer than she expected but it was a relief as her friends, jeonghan and soonyoung insisted on picking her up. seoul in the spring was still cold—although not as harsh during the winter, it was a good balance of everything she loved. especially knowing that mingyu was at home made her smile at the thought of him.
"hey, where are you guys? i'm already outside the airport" she said on the phone. “liz, we're just going to park then we’ll go to you.” jeonghan says as you hear soonyoung in the background reply, “we can already see you, we’ll be there in a bit.” she replied back with a simple okay and waited for the two to help with her luggages.
they finally met up and it did not take long for the three of them to hug each other as the best friends reunited despite her just being in manila for a week to visit family. it was always a no-brainer for her that the moment she was introduced to mingyu they hit it off so quickly and for the first time that night, she felt like she knew him for a lifetime already.
the drive on the way to their home was relaxing, it didn’t feel too heavy for her and it helped that jeonghan and soonyoung were talking to her too asking about the trip and telling her how mingyu was when she was away. as she looked out into seoul’s skyline, she dozed off to alleviate the jet lag as the chattering of her two friends droned on for the rest of the drive.
[10:30am]
the car pulls over to the familiar facade of mingyu and isa’s house as soonyoung wakes her up and says, “liz-ssi, we’re already here. jeonghan hyung is just getting your stuff from the back.” she gets out of the car and is greeted by the cold breeze and bright sun— the smile on her face had love written all over her not being able to hide the fact that she was going to see mingyu behind that door. the three of them exchanged their goodbyes as she set foot on the steps of the house. isa began to fumble for her keys but mingyu beat her to it and she was greeted by her boyfriend whose hair was slightly sticking up all over the place wearing just a sweater and a pair of gray sweatpants with a sleepy smile on his face. she dropped her bags and immediately jumped into his arms to hug him tightly, “hi, love…” she says smiling as she cupped his face, “i missed you so much,” mingyu held her closer and tucked in a lock of hair behind her ear, “the house felt so lonely without you,” he whispers before immediately kissing the tip of her nose.
he put her down on her feet and held her hand as they walked together into the living room. she began to take off her coat and hoodie, only now left with just a tank top thick enough for the cold outside and the warmth in their house as mingyu brought her luggage and bags near the stairs. “baby, come here please,” she says with a pout while patting the spot next to her on the couch. he couldn’t resist how pretty she still looked despite being on the plane for hours yet she was being so tempting so early in the morning. he lays down next to her on the couch as they both begin to cuddle each other closer, isa being the little spoon playing with his hand constantly comparing it to hers. “angel, have you eaten yet?” gyu asks, looking at her intently. “i haven’t.” she says as he begins to get up but isa stops him. “no baby, i’m still okay, it can wait—i just wanna cuddle up with you now.” mingyu smiles at how touch-starved she was for him and cuddles her up again. “you missed me so much?” he smiles bashfully, “i didn’t get to cuddle and kiss you for days, it’s so bad.” she pouts. she’s definitely thinking of being fucked by him so early now mingyu thought.
mingyu lies down beside her, feet up on the coffee table as she’s snuggled into his firm and broad chest. “love, do you wanna do anything today?” he says as his chin rests on top of her head. “we could just go to anyang again tomorrow? i love the park there.” she says absentmindedly while drawing imaginary scribbles of nothing on his chest, “but now i just want you,” she says with a mischievous smirk, adjusting to sit herself up to kiss his jawline and was returned by a smile from him. “you’re not at all tired aren’t you?” he says in a low voice with a hint of morning grogginess still present. “no, who said i was?” she says as she begins to sit on his lap facing him and wrapping her arms around his nape and kissed him fervently. mingyu’s hands roamed across her body and began to feel her up under her shirt, she suddenly pulled away from the kiss moaning in pleasure because of how good his warm hands felt. “baby, please…do something,” she sighed in desperation. “gonna have to use your words angel,” he whispers as he left kisses on her neck and jaw.
“daddy, please i need you inside me,” she whines as he sends a smile back at her while he takes her shirt off. liz grinds harder against his clothed dick and feels him getting harder by the second. “atta girl, that’s more like it,” he says. mingyu proceeds to stand up and carry her, she didn’t even question his strength and height as he always frequented the gym with seungcheol and wonwoo.
“jump.” he says as he puts his hands on her ass while not breaking the desperate and steamy makeout session on the way to their shared bedroom. her clothes were scattered across their home but she didn’t care one bit, all she cared about was having mingyu to herself after a week of being so touch-starved. he lays her down gently on their bed before he removes his sweater, liz kept herself occupied by fondling her huge tits and rubbing her clit as she smiled naughtily at him. mingyu’s eyes right now were far from the kind, loving, and happy ones she was always used to. they were now filled with lust and desperation, “hmm, did i tell you to touch yourself?” he said tauntingly as he cupped her face and kissed her once more before sucking and leaving hickeys all over her chest and stomach, even down to her thighs. his hot breath comes in contact with her thin and flimsy lace panties as he took them off gently. “so pretty, all spread out for me yeah?” he says as he places his head in between her thighs and begins to eat her out, licking her wetness making figure eights with his tongue and sucking on her clit making her moan loudly. mingyu rubs his thumb against the bud of her wet clit and inserts his middle finger inside her which made her arch her back and let out a whiny moan, "gyu, i need you so bad baby..." he continues to move his digits slowly as he kisses her lips, tongues intertwining with each other. "patience, princess, daddy's just takin' his time with you, hmm?" he whispers.
seeing her close her eyes in pleasure and moan his name drove mingyu crazy. he starts to finger her faster, "daddy, please i'm so close..." she whines. "cum for me baby, come on." he smirks as he kisses her forehead while curling his fingers inside her. she looks so spent and needy for his dick lying so prettily on their shared bed as mingyu begins to rid himself of his sweatpants. he wasn't wearing a pair of boxers underneath, just his huge, long, and thick dick slapping against his perfectly sculpted abs. its red angry tip oozing with precum. "fuck, so gorgeous looking all spread out for me," he groans as he hovers on top of her once again. mingyu teases her folds with his manhood as she lets out a moan.
"baby please put it in," she whispers. "'m just adjusting angel, don't wanna hurt you.." no matter how many times they fucked, mingyu's size was still something she needed to get used to. although deep down she loves the size difference they have, and so does he. they both moan at how his dick fills her up, "fuck, baby you're so tight...just all mine,huh?" he groans. mingyu's always been such a talker during sex and it drives her crazy especially with how he's got her under him, her legs put on both of his shoulders as mingyu thrusts inside her tight and warm pussy slowly hitting spots that made her see stars and moan more. as he fastens his pace, he begins to kiss the side of her ankle.
"fuck baby, you drive me insane," he says as she removes her legs from where they're positioned and begins to put them on his lower back, caging him in as she feels him hit deeper and harder as the tip of his dick kisses into her cervix. "daddy, i'm close please...go faster," she pleads, teary-eyed from the hellish yet pleasurable actions they've been doing. mingyu's other hand travels to her neck as he slightly chokes her while his thrusts get harder and sloppier, nearing his climax. "angel, i'm getting close too...let's cum together yeah?" he moans as he fondles her boobs once more leaning down to kiss her all over her face. "fuck, baby please...pretty girl..." he moans as liz feels his thick warm ropes fill her up.
mingyu kisses her face once more and removes himself on top of liz . "babe, are you good? was i too rough?" he asks gently with his eyes now softening up. "no, gyu i'm okay...i liked it" she smiles, now facing her lover beside her. he laughs at how smitten and blushed she looks, "okay love, i'll just get a towel to clean you up okay?" as mingyu got up, she begins to smile more at herself thinking how lucky she was to have the man of her dreams. his broad back facing her from their shared bathroom and he catches her smile again once he got out to wipe both of them off of the mess they made.
after cleaning up, mingyu pulls her close against his chest and covers their entangled bodies with the duvet to keep them warm. "i missed you so much," he says as she's now facing him, his huge, toned arms wrapped around her body. "i missed you too, gyu," she smiles tiredly. "hmm, is there anything you want to do later?" he asks softly. "let's just stay in, love, i'm still so sore" she says in between laughs. "okay, let's just sleep again and go out for dinner later, yeah?" he says as he kisses the tip of her nose again— the two lovers falling into deep slumber once again after being apart for a week and for liz, this is where she's at her happiest with mingyu, no matter where she is in the world as long as he's by her side and same goes for him.
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