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peachsayshi · 3 days
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I have an a request!!! What about boy dad gojo taking care of his son while his s/o is sick? Maybe he takes him to work and face time her with his son when he has a break or between classes?? And his son misses her a lot cause it’s his first time seeing her sick🥹
➳  minors / ageless / blank blogs dni   ➳  tags: fluff; dad gojo and son reader
"mama! wanna talk to mama!"
"easy, tiger," satoru consoles, using his long arm to pull the phone away from his son's grabbing fingers.
"dada, wanna talk to mama!" his son insists, inching his body forward which prompts satoru to adjust his legs so his boy doesn't climb off his thighs. using his other hand, the sorcerer lightly runs his fingers through his child's soft locks to calm down his excitement while and in the meantime taps away at the screen to video call you.
"there you go," he whispers as he brings the phone to his son's line of sight, his heart swelling when you finally answer the call.
"hi," you croak softly, your voice thick and hoarse while you rub your tired eyes. "what time is it?"
"it's lunch-"
"mama!" your son interrupts, his small hands curling over satoru's fingers as he holds both sides of the screen. "mama, miss you!"
"hey, cutie", you reply with a tiny smile, but satoru can see the exhaustion weighing heavy on your face. "miss you soo much,"
you've been sick for the last four days. a terrible cold that's kept you bedridden. satoru and your son have been isolating to make sure that they don't catch what you have, but your boys have been wallowing without you around. your son has been extra needy and keeps bringing up his "mama" every chance he can get. satoru is in the same position as well, hating that he can't cuddle up to you in the middle of the night, or that he can't wake up to your good morning kisses.
"mama sick," your son says with a furrow of his brows, moving his hand over the screen like he's trying to touch your face. "mama get better ok?"
he's still learning his words, trying to form whatever sentences he can with the vocabulary that he has.
you nod your head, "yeah, baby, I'll be better soon,"
your son smiles at the camera, his eyes twinkling with delight. "kisses!" he announces, before leaning forward and pressing his lips onto the phone screen.
you blow him back three kisses in return.
at this point satoru can't help but feel a little left out, so he arches forward to rest his chin on his son's shoulder, the two of them now centering the screen.
it's wild seeing them both together because they really do look like twins. your son's hair stands as a harsh contrast because it is identical to yours, but his eyes are a blend of your love. there's an icy blue that pierces through his natural color on the left side, a unique trait that distinguishes him entirely.
"can I get some kisses too?" satoru pouts at the camera, and your son obliges but placing one kiss on his cheek.
satoru can't help but grin, "thanks, rugrat, but I was hoping the kisses would come from your mama..."
"but mama sick," your son answers nonchalantly, twisting his body slightly so he was turning toward's his father's instead.
"she just blew you some kisses," he answers back with a raised brow. "I can't get any?"
your son blatantly shakes his head no.
satoru deadpans at the phone screen, and you have to use the blanket to cover your amused grin but you clear your throat as a cough escapes you, and satoru can't help but wince.
"how are you feeling? is the medicine helping at all?" he adds.
"yeah, it is. I'm feeling much better today actually."
"there's a pot of soup in the fridge " he continues, his cheeks tinting a slight shade of pink. "I made it last night"
satoru toiling away in the kitchen is a rare sight. the man grew up spoiled, and rarely ever had to take care of himself. you're the only person who knows that the first time he ever touched a stove was in his late teens, with shoko and suguru assisting in teaching him. he doesn't experiment much, but he was able to perfect a handful of recipes over time.
your eyes widen, glisten with absolute love. "thanks, handsome. I'll be sure to heat some up..."
"just want to see you back on your feet, angel," satoru murmurs, and presses his cheek against' the plush surface of his son's. "you've got us pining over here, isn't that right?"
your son nods his head, bringing one hand to hold his father's jaw. "sick bad, want mama t'get better now..." he acknowledges.
(meanwhile, you sneakily take a screenshot of the two of them in frame)
requests are open for dad gojo.
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drvscarlett · 1 day
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Let Him Cook Pt 3
Charles Leclerc x MasterChef contestant!reader
Series Part: 1, 2, 3
Taglist: @bookstore-of-dreams @barcelonaloverf1life @ririyulife @minkyungseokie @mehrmonga @sltwins @charlesgirl16 @six-call @spideybv28 @casperlikej
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"I honestly can't believe that this is actually happening"you told Charles as you sit down on your couch with your laptop.
The past few days have been a lot of preparation for the three most important dish of your life. You have been replicating and timing yourself to make sure that you are a perfectly well-oiled machine during the competition proper.
Charles is currently in Abu Dhabi for the final race which is a complete bummer. He wanted to be there but work is work. So that's why he spends most of his available time doing a facetime with you. It was pretty helpful since his conversations with you helps soothe your nerve and helps avoid overthinking the whole process.
"You got this mon amour. You know I always believed in you since day 1" Charles grinned.
"I really hope that everything goes well tomorrow"
"It will and I will be watching all the way from Yas Marina to hear that my girlfriend is a MasterChef winner"Charles proudly states "I'm really getting so excited, is this how you feel when you watch me race?"
You laughed "Oh mon ami, you are much more stressful to watch with your high speed corners and those wet race misshaps"
"But doesn't this technically make me your WAG if you win? Don't they have WAG gossip accounts that I could be part in?"
It was moments like this that Charles made everything lighter by focusing on trivial things. It helps a lot with the building pressure that everyone has been placing on your shoulder.
Y/NCooks posted a photo.
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Y/NCooks the boyfriend is so supportive. I'm pretty excited for today!
Gordongram goodluck Y/N! Boyfriend reveal when you win?
User1 Gordon is so real for that Y/NCooks thanks Chef! Lets see???
User2 win or lose, you already made it Y/N!
User3 its just so wholesome to see how Y/N keeps the relationship private but never secret. I ship them so much
User4 i don't know if i want to be Y/N or I want to be her boyfriend
User5 goodluck Y/N! Get that trophy!
Final episode.
Former contestants lined up at the balcony with some of your friends and close relatives. It was a very surreal moment because you used to watch this sitting in the comforts of your own home and now you are actually the one being watched.
The moment that the clock starts ticking, you started to work. There was no room for any delays today as you were creating dishes after dishes. You have to use your time wisely so that you can finish the dishes you have in mind.
"Charles, were going out to drink, are you coming?"
"You guys go ahead, I'm going to watch something" The minute that the cars were back in the garage and the ceremony was over, Charles couldn't wait to go back to his hotel room. He was to turn on his TV to watch the live broadcast of the MasterChef Australia.
He was just on time with the last five minutes of the appetizer round, technically he haven't miss much. You were focused in tasting everything and ensuring that all the flavors are there. You plated really well and it shows how much you have grown. Charles is extremely proud of you.
"Aren't you a little worried to be working on the octopus so early on?" the judges wondered. The judges were currently tasting the soup that you have given them.
"I know that its a lot of risk but I have to push for it to show my talent"
The judges find the soup beautifully seasoned but their only slight flaw with the dish is that the octopus is a little bit tough due to the water not boiling hot enough. Its that flaw that sets a 2 point difference with your fellow contestant.
Charles could feel his eyes getting heavier from all the events earlier that day but he really wants to stay awake. He believes that Y/N could do it. The main course was a stronger dish for Y/N which is how she tied the score with her fellow contestant.
The dessert is the make and break for Y/N. Charles knew that its also her greatest opponent as you prefer savory over sweet. However, seeing the way that you are cooking right now that you have massively improved your skills in the sweets department.
It was tense as you run back and forth to the freezer to make sure that the pana cotta is chilled enough while you went back to your work station to mix the pot. Charles almost had a headache after seeing you trip over in the last 20 minutes of the session.
But all in all you pulled it off. The dessert was stunning and exquisite as the judges noticed. It was an elevated traditional pana cotta
"I believe we have made a decision and the scores are very very close with each other" one of the judges concluded.
The guests from the balcony went down to join the homecooks and Charles wishes that he could have been there for you. Instead, he records the moment through his phone. The announcement will be here in any seconds now.
"And the MasterChef Australia winner is....."
MasterChefAU just posted a photo.
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MasterChefAU congratulations to Y/NCooks you are the MasterChef Australia winner!
User1 That was worth the wait, Y/NCooks is now a masterchef winner!
User2 she was so brilliant! what a performance!!!
User3 tell me why is Charles Leclerc is in the likes, isn't it like 4am there in Abu Dhabi?? Didn't you just race sir???
User4 Seems like Charles is a fan of MC Australia User5 Answer the crowd Charles_Leclerc User6 Didn't Arthur and Lorenzo guest in MC Australia, they say they are good friends of Y/N User7 That is some interesting information User6
Y/NCooks posted a photo.
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Y/NCooks I have a new plate!!!!
It was such a wonderful experience to be a part of this kitchen and to win this prestigious award. Thank you so much for all your support and love. This is such a dream come true!!
User1 im so proud of her
User2 Can't wait what's next for you!
Gordongram Well-deserve! You did amazing!
Y/NCooks this means a lot Chef! Thank you for watching
MasterChefAU Our winner!!!!
Charles_Leclerc 🏆❤️
User3 what even is that? you are putting sebastian vettel to shame with your rizz User4 Charles, she has a boyfriend!!!!!!! User5 Bro really thinks he can bag Y/N when he can't even cook Y/NCooks Thank you :')) Charles_Leclerc liked this comment. User6 SHUT UP, CHARLES IS COOKING SOMETHING User7 Silence for Y/N's bf, Charles is coming after your seat!
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mytearsricochvtt · 1 day
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secret’s out || emily fox
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based on this request! got a bit carried away while writing it so i hope you like it nonny✨🤍🫶🏻
secrets out || emily fox
you and emily started dating around two years ago when your best friend alex morgan introduced the two of you during one of the uswnt team nights, when you were staying with alex before your move to arsenal since you had already sold your place and all your belongings were being shipped over to london.
you and emily had instantly clicked, spending the whole night in a quiet corner talking and getting to know each other. you had told her then that you were moving to arsenal, not wanting to pursue her without her having the whole picture. you still had a month till your move to london so emily suggested the two of you go on a few dates to see if there was anything more than that instant connection that you both felt.
six dates later you both knew there was something between the two of you so you both came to the decision to try and make things work between the two of you.
two years later the two of you were still going strong, the two of you visiting each other anytime either of you had a few days off, staying up late to talk to each other after a games. you were both willing to do whatever it took to make your relationship work.
-
it wasn't a surprise to you when one of the nights you two were on the phone that she was talking to you about moving teams, she wanted a challenge, she needed a move to better her skills. you told her that you would support her no matter what she chooses to do.
a week later she came to you and told you that she had made the decision to move clubs and she had already received an offer from a team abroad, she wouldn't tell you who the team was, instead telling you that you would find out soon.
that is why you didn't think of it when she showed up at your doorstep a week later you didn’t think anything of it, just thinking that this was her coming out to see you before she moved to whatever club it was she was going to.
later on that night when you were both laying in bed, you were cuddled into emilys side hand on her heart so you feel her heart beating, something that always clamed you down and lulled you to sleep.
"i am transferring to arsenal."
you froze, wondering if you had heard her right. you sat up and turned to look her, "you're what?"
"i'm moving to arsenal. technically i have already moved. i signed my contract yesterday when i first got here, and i know i should have talked to you about it first, i really wanted to but i wanted to surprise you. please don’t be mad at me!”
“em, calm down! i’m not mad at you, i promise i’m not!” you told her,
-
three weeks later emily had settled in well with the rest of the team, already knowing lotte and alessia from university, which made her transfer a lot smoother.
you had also enjoyed having your girlfriend around a lot more, no more late facetimes or trying to find some free time so you could see each other for a few days. one of your favourite things about emily being in london was that you could steal her clothes anytime you wanted to, you didn't need to wait until you see her again or beg her to send you some of her hoddies.
so, any chance you got you would wear them. instead of wearing your training gear, you would wear emily's. you would never admit this to her since you thought it was kind of weird, but you had missed the smell of her. so much so that you had even went out and bought the perfume she wears, so when her jumpers no longer smelled of her you would spray a few pumps of it onto the jumper, so you could cuddle into it when you were going to sleep.
if you thought about it hard enough, it was like she was she was laying right next to you. but if she was to ever find out about that, you would deny it until your last breath.
every morning when you would arrive at training, you would put yours and emily's things in both of your lockers, then you would meet her in the cafeteria where she would already have your breakfast waiting for you.
normally the two of you would be sat at a table tucked away from everyone else. but this time when you went to join her, she was sat with lotte, beth, katie and caitlin. which you didn't mind, happy that she felt comfortable enough to do so.
you saw that she had saved you a seat so you made your way over to her, smiling at the fact that she had gotten you an extra slice of toast, knowing that you were not much of a fan of the breakfast that was being served that day.
when you sat down next her, you whispered a small 'hi' to her while you placed a quick peck to her temple.
she stopped mid sentence to kiss you quickly before she finished what she was saying.
you both missed the confused looks that your teammates gave you both, glancing at each other to see if any of them new about the two of you. since you both missed the weird looks they gave you both, you asked them if they knew what the team meeting was going to be about. when none of them answered you, that is when you saw the looks they were giving you.
"what? what is wrong? why are you all looking at me like that?" you asked, suddenly aware of all the eyes that were on you.
none of them spoke for couple of seconds, they would look at you then look at emily, look at you then look at emily, it went on like that until beth was the one who spoke up.
"since when did- since when were you a couple? and why have none of us knew about it?" beth questioned, while the other girls hummed in agreement.
" it has been two years, coming up for three in a couple of months. why? did none of you know?" you asked them, you assumed that they all knew that you and emily were a couple, since you always talked about her to anyone who would listen.
"no! we just thought that you were best friends!" caitlin says, "it made sense to us since you both played for the same team before you both moved here. i can't believe none of us figured it out!"
"i bet you all feel very stupid right now," emily teased, throwing an arm around your shoulder while she kissed your cheek.
"secret is out i guess."
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erwinsvow · 12 hours
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𝐫𝐜 - 𝟐:𝟏𝟏𝐩𝐦
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you slept at tannyhill every night now.
it was commonplace to see you making breakfast in the kitchen, by the pool with sarah or inside watching some silly movie with wheezie. that was only sometimes though, since all your time was usually spent with rafe.
he liked having you around at tannyhill all the time—he thought it was cute. you wait for him to get back like a little housewife, looking pretty and pampered and tan, like he wants.
he doesn’t like waking you up early when he’s leaving for the day. you used to set your alarm to get up and drink coffee with him but he’s started turning it off—you don’t have any reason to be up that early.
sweet and always compliant, you do as he says, sleeping in. rafe presses a kiss to your forehead in the morning before he leaves, day filled with meetings and business things that he doesn’t always tell you about in detail. you just know that he’s gone.
“stoppin’ by barry’s and then the club with kelce. we’re playing golf with-” you listen to rafe while he puts on his watch and his rings, but you drift off half way through. you feel the warm press of his lips on your skin and the sound of him saying goodbye.
you’re not sure when it happened—you used to get up early and get ready for the day, filling your summer days with friends at the beach and your books by the pool and never going more than an hour alone. but now that you’re with rafe, it’s so easy to sit around and wait for him. you don’t even want to see anyone, you just want the hours to pass until he’s back.
maybe it’s not healthy. you don’t really care much even if it’s not.
you fall back asleep, and wake up when the sun is pouring in between rafe’s dark curtains. you stretch and debate going downstairs to eat something, but after brushing your teeth you crawl back into rafe’s bed. the sheets smell like him and you stare awfully long at the pillow he sleeps on. shifting the pillow to lay on it, you fall back asleep, not waking up until you hear the door to his room open.
rubbing your eyes, you glance up, hoping it’s not ward looking for him since you’re just in one of rafe’s shirts and nothing else, but the shape in front of you gets closer and clearer.
“what’s this? been in bed all day, kid?” you yawn again.
“what time is it?” you question, laying back down against rafe’s pillow.
“two in the afternoon.” he comes and sits by the edge, stroking your hair while you melt into his touch. “got any plans to get up today?” you shake your head.
“your bed’s comfy. and it smells like you.”
“that’s cute, kid. gotta get up eventually.”
“you’ll have to make me.”
“that can be arranged.” you giggle, lifting yourself up to give rafe a hug, head resting on his shoulder. "but i like you like this. don't have to lift a finger, do'ya?"
“no," you agree, nodding your head. maybe you could get used to this. "missed you.”
“i’m back now. nothin’ to miss.”
“i still do.” rafe presses another kiss to your forehead, and you nestle in further. “i could fall asleep like this.”
“yeah, no.” in one motion he scoops you up, placing you on your feet. you yelp in surprise, fighting against his grip.
"i'm still tired! i thought you wanted to spoil me, this isn't spo-"
“shut up. c’mon, we’re gonna go shower.” that shuts you up right away. 
“okay,” you sing sweetly, suddenly compliant. 
“yeah, i knew you'd get out of bed for some dick. little freak.”
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lucyandalexiafan · 2 days
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I'm scared | Alexia Putellas x Reader | part 2
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summary: first time that Alexia and reader talk about sex (specifically: masturbation) after the walk.
warnings: angst, allusion to past sexual abuses. really light smut moment (r comes home early and sees Alexia have orgasm using a vibrator).
words: 3k
Part 1
When you had spoken to Alexia about your past, about those experiences, you hadn't expected her to be so understanding and engaged in helping you.
Even though you knew she was a sweet person, kind, and in some way you knew she loved you, or was starting to develop strong feelings for you, up until that day you had believed she wouldn't stay with you once she found out what had happened to you.
Alexia is beautiful, charming, loved by hundreds of thousands of people; she's the captain of Spain and Barcelona, which means she's surrounded by beautiful women, a lot of them probably much more predisposed to have sex with her and much less anxious about it. She's famous, so not only fans and other footballers would want something with her, but also other celebrities, like models or actresses or singers.
Alexia doesn't just play football, she's also a football activist, a model and she works with some brands, which means she works in contexts that allow her to meet many (beautiful) women.
All these things had made it difficult for you to think that she would stay after that walk.
She took you home once you had returned to the car because the next day she had to go to Madrid for work with Nike. Before getting out of the car, you had kissed her and, thinking it was the last time, you had tried to imprint the image of Alexia so close to your face in your memory. You thought you wouldn't see her again and that she wouldn't contact you anymore, that she would ghost you or break up with you by message.
You had spent that night sleepless, tears flowing heavily from your eyes and nausea that had forced you to sit on the bathroom floor for a few hours, the retching had painfully contracted your body several times during those hours. Even though you hated yourself every time you did it, you kept checking your phone hoping to see a notification from her, a message, a post sent on Instagram or TikTok, and the more time passed, the more you received no news from her, the more nausea and the tears increased, the more you believed you had lost her forever.
Yet, the next day, the sound of the doorbell had woken you up. You had struggled to get out of bed, the headache was killing you and your back seemed to be broken in two by the pain, the sweat covering your forehead was a symptom of yet another nightmare that had invaded your sleep. 
You looked at the video intercom and saw a delivery man. "Yes, who's there?" you had asked, your voice hoarse, ruined by crying.
"Hello, I'm from Bakery Adele, I was told I have to deliver this order to this address" the delivery guy had replied, his voice annoyingly shrill, before asking for confirmation of identity.
You had told him he could leave it at the concierge and that you would come down later, but he had persuaded you by saying there was a piping hot double espresso cappuccino and a freshly baked cream-filled brioche waiting for you.
You had put on a jacket that was hanging on the coat rack, a jacket of Alexia, and had gone down. The delivery guy handed you the breakfast, a little note attached to the package, and then said goodbye.
Bakery Adele doesn't do deliveries, never.
Once you had entered the house, you had opened the note, and tears had returned when you had read it.
"I thought of ordering your favorite breakfast from your bakery. Whenever you feel like it, if you want, write to me or call me, I'm always here. I miss you, but I'll wait for you to feel ready to talk to me. Alexia <3"
Tears, tears, and more tears.
You had bitten your lip as you grabbed your phone to video call her. You didn't care about the condition of your face or your hair at that moment, you only cared about seeing if it was true, if she was sincere. You had spent the whole night thinking she hadn't written to you because she didn't want to talk to you anymore, only to find out she was waiting for you?
"Amor," her voice, her sweet voice, invaded the deafening silence of your home.
"Ale-" you had replied trying to articulate a sentence, but inevitably ending up crying.
"What's wrong, amor? Are you okay?" she was worried, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes squinted.
"I thought you didn't want me anymore and now the breakfast has arrived and I don't understand and-" You start speaking quickly, thoughts overlapping in your mind one after another, as you try to express yourself, to tell her how confused you feel right now.
"Take a breath, amor breath with me. Did you think I wouldn't call you? - you shook your head - Amor, I told you I'm in love with you, why would I leave you?"
You hadn't talked much, actually, because she was about to enter the store and there was a lot of confusion, but she had called you back that evening.
And the day after, and the day after that, until she had shown up at your house with takeout Chinese food.
A couple of days after she returned, you had asked if you could talk, if you could talk about what had happened. You knew that the best idea would have been to go to her place, a place from which it would have been easy to run away from her if things didn't go as you hoped, and not to your place, where Alexia could have stayed even against your will; but the emotional comfort you felt being in your own home was crucial to be able to talk to her, to face the situation.
You were at your home, on the couch: you were sitting cross-legged, your hands holding hers, and you had told her that you understood if this thing was bigger than her, if she didn't want to wait for some time to do something sexual, but you had also told her that a part of you would have wanted her to stay because you wanted to face this thing with her, that you truly wanted to face it.
Alexia, hesitant, had told you, after a while of talking, that she thought it was appropriate for you to start a therapy process, maybe also to go to therapy together, because only then could you fully face the trauma. She also made sure to tell you that if you couldn't afford it continuously over time or with the right frequency, she would help you financially because, yes, facing it, but with the right psychologist. Shyly, she had told you that she had done a couple of searches on the best psychologists in Barcelona for this type of trauma and had found one really good, and that she would also be available to do couple therapy.
You had told her you would think about it and a few days later you had contacted one of the psychologists on her list.
The initial doubts about her seriousness in being faithful to you and not seeking anyone else for sexual satisfaction surfaced when she left for a National Team camp, and they exploded when you thought she was cheating on you with Jenni. The endless social media edits you continued to see fueled the doubt that perhaps, while genuinely attempting to complete the therapeutic journey, she was seeking to fulfill her sexual desire with someone else in secret.
At the third couple's therapy session after that camp, you addressed the issue. You had resignedly told her that you wanted to know if she was with other women, that you would understand but needed to know. She was shocked. She had told you multiple times that she only wanted you, that she would wait for you, that she didn't want anyone else, that she didn't want Jenni.
You had discussed it several times in therapy over the next two weeks, and even outside of therapy, but Alexia always said the same thing: I will wait for you, I want you.
The doubts had more or less disappeared when few weeks later you caught her having an orgasm with a vibrator while she thought you were still out. You were on holiday in the Canary Islands, you had gone out to do some shopping and go to an open-air market while she was sleeping, and you had left her a message saying you wouldn't be back in two hours; too bad the open-air market was on Thursday, not Tuesday, so you had returned after a little over half an hour. 
As soon as you entered the house, you heard moans and silently approached the bedroom, only to see her in the middle of the bed, her hand between her legs and a buzzing sound in the background accompanying her moans. 
You froze in place, not knowing what to do, or what to say. 
You didn't even know she had a vibrator. You hadn't really thought about it, actually.
You hadn't even had time to think about how to react because shortly after she reached the peak of pleasure, so you quickly moved towards the door, opened and closed it more loudly, pretending you had just entered. You didn't know why you did it, maybe you thought it would be easy to pretend you hadn't seen her, but you were wrong, especially for two reasons: seeing her climax had made you incredibly horny and you couldn't remove the image of her having an orgasm from your mind, so you couldn't even look her in the eyes.
Alexia had sensed something was wrong and asked you if everything was okay at dinner, when she asked if she had done something wrong. You almost choked on the water you were drinking, your cheeks suddenly burning, as you tried to come up with some excuses, only to give in.
"Amor, I don't know how to say it - you lowered your gaze, embarrassed to admit it, afraid she would get angry - I... today I came home earlier than you think and I-I saw you-"
"Fuck - Alexia exclaimed bluntly - Amor, I'm sorry, I... it shouldn't have happened, I thought you'd be back later," her tone suddenly guilty, as if masturbating were a fault.
"Are you sorry? - you asked, looking her in the eyes, and she nodded, her face red with embarrassment - But... why?"
Her expression became confused. "I-you weren't supposed to see me, I don't want you to think-"
"Since when you do it?" you asked, then realized the stupidity of the question when the older woman tilted her head to the side; you tried to change the subject, but she asked you to talk about it, to ask her, because it was important for her that you talked about it.
"Do you want to know if I've been doing it since we started dating or when I started doing it in general?" her tone was so calm, so relaxed, that you trusted her, trusted that she really just wanted to talk about it.
That was the first time you had talked so specifically about your sexual life, at least hers. 
She had told you she lost her virginity to a girl when she was fifteen, started using sex toys at sixteen, that throughout her relationship with Jenni they had been an integral part of the relationship, but she started using them less when she broke up with her because at that point she was having a lot of casual sex.
"I had sex with other women before I met you, both occasional and steady partners, so I didn't really need to use them to have an orgasm. Then we met, the relationship became serious and we started dating, so I stopped seeing other people, and when I realized we wouldn't have sex, I started using them more often. Since you told me about your past, I've started using them frequently again."
You bit your lip as you listened to her, it was evident that she was hesitant, choosing her words carefully, but at the same time she was so sure, so calm. The calmness with which she spoke about it almost gave you comfort, almost reassured you that she wasn't lying, that what she was saying was true.
"You can ask me anything, amor, none question is stupid."
"Do you do it because we don't have sex?"
She nodded hesitantly. "How does this make you feel? - you raised your eyebrows, confused - I don't want this thing to make you feel bad."
"It makes sense that you do it - you replied, your tone devoid of negative emotions - We don't have sex and you need to... have an orgasm. Why didn't you tell me?"
She took a sip of water in an attempt to stall. "I... I thought you would take it badly, that you would feel guilty or something, and I didn't want that. I told you I want to wait for you, but I was afraid that if I told you you would think that I necessarily need someone to have sex with or for me to tell you to speed things up - she sighed - But as you saw, my sex toys give me great orgasms and I could go on just with them for years" she continued, trying to relax the tension that had been created with her answer.
You chuckled with her, even though you were sorry she did it in secret, that she did it only when you weren't there, that she was afraid you would take it badly.
It was her first orgasm you had seen, and you had never really thought about the fact that she could be satisfied in other ways than having sex with other people.
"I had never thought that you would seek orgasms in other ways than sex - you simply stated - It's a stupid thing, sorry."
"It's not, actually. We've never talked about this, about maybe masturbating or actually wanting to have sex, regardless of whether we do it or not - the reflective tone, the calm voice - For example, when I feel the need to have an orgasm, use a vibrator because the orgasms I have using it are generally more satisfying than when I just use my fingers; but when I want to have sex, as well as an orgasm, I use my fingers because they feel closer to what I could have having sex with you."
You widened your eyes at the revelation, at how calmly she said it. You knew it was normal for her to be calm, you were glad she talked about it freely, but you didn't expect her to be so sincere.
"I've said too much, sorry. Please forget it," she continued, her voice concerned, her gaze now on the plate, her hands quickly grabbing the fork and knife to put them on the plate.
"No! - you replied, scaring her - Sorry, I don't know how to talk about it, but I'd like to, I like that we talk about it."
There was a pause, Alexia was simply smiling at you, perhaps surprised that you were actually having this conversation, perhaps because she didn't know what to say.
"I masturbate thinking about you," you said, a statement.
The woman in front of you widened her eyes, a choked moan escaped her mouth, the dismay obvious.
"When I do it I-I think about the two of us having sex or-or... doing sexual things - you lowered your gaze, a sense of humiliation invading your body when she said nothing - Please don't be mad at me"
You close your eyes, scared at the idea that she might start yelling that it's disrespectful, that it's wrong for you to do it, or, worse, that she might get up to hurt you, or physically punish you for it.
"Get mad? Why should I get mad? - her voice confused - It's normal for you to masturbate, to seek orgasm."
"Even if it's not with you?" she nodded "It's just that we don't have sex but I masturbate and... doesn't it make you mad?"
Your voice sounded more frightened than you wanted, but it was true that you feared she would get angry. You didn't want to have sex with her, you were afraid to have sex with her, but you touched yourself thinking of her; how could she take it?
"I'm glad you can touch yourself, that at least that part of your sexuality hasn't been broken," she moved her hands towards yours, squeezing them between hers "There's nothing wrong, amor, I'd be a selfish insecure person to think otherwise."
You bit your lip as you looked at her, admiring her. How could she always know what to say, always say the right thing?
"So, did you like to watch me while I touch myself?" you coughed embarrassed, not knowing what to say, or how to explain it.
You had enjoyed watching her come, even though it was by chance and for a short time, even though it was an unexpected thing that shouldn't have happened. The image of her coming, of her orgasm, was imprinted in your mind.
"I- you were just so beautiful when you came. I don't know how to say it, I feel stupid, and- it was like, I don't know - you sighed frustrated - it's just that I wish it were me making you come like that, not a vibrator."
"There's time, amor," she told you.
She was right, there was time, but you wanted to be the one instead of that vibrator.
I'm sorry it took me so long to post this, a few bad things happened and I didn't have the mind to write. this is a text that I wrote about two weeks ago but I only translated it last night; I'm not 100/100 satisfied, but I wanted to introduce a moment of discussion about sex before anything sexual could happen. I dealt with the topic of insecurity and jealousy in a very light way (perhaps superficially) but it seemed like the only way to introduce the moment on holiday. the hardest part for me, and what makes me a little dissatisfied, was trying to figure out whether what I wrote about accidentally seeing Alexia have an orgasm was itself a violation of consent, or could be construed as an accident (which it actually is); I chose to interpret it as an accident that Alexia knew could happen and to avoid the parties considering it a violation of consent. If this seems wrong to you, or will trigger a lot of people, I think I'll revisit this chapter. as usual, thanks for reading what I wrote :)
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Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
[ ###… ] modern AU, rockstar Wriothesley, gn reader, est. relationship, a lil bit of hurt/comfort, fluff, long-distance pining, lovesick & homesick wrio, kinda cheesy which is kind of on brand for me lol
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By the time Wriothesley manages to get back to his hotel room and check his phone, he's pretty sure you're asleep. He hopes you are, knowing how late it must be on your end.
It's no surprise that there are several messages waiting for him— each day you've been apart, you give him something sweet to read in the evenings after a busy day of promos or after a hectic show. Something to make the distance between you seem a little less vast, to let him know that you're still thinking about him.
Even on days where he's dead tired, he'll always read them. Always let you know that he thinks of you, too.
What does surprise him is the newest text, sent at just over twenty minutes ago. Wriothesley frowns as he wonders why you're still up, and his heart only drops more when he scrolls through the messages and reads the latest thing you sent.
I miss you. I really, really miss you.
Before he can even hope that he's not bothering you, his finger near slams on the call button. You answer on the second ring, voice lacking the raspiness of a roused sleep. It makes him sigh with relief.
"Wrio?" you ask, surprised. "Are you okay? What's up?"
"I should be asking you that." Wriothesley sits heavily on the plush bed, flopping back against the pillows with all the grace of a man who just gave a two-hour performance.
As luxurious as the king-sized bed is, with its soft sheets and myriad of immaculately fluffed pillows, he can't help but yearn for the warm familiarity of your own bed and your well-loved blankets.
"Why're you still up, honey? Don't you have breakfast with your friends tomorrow?"
"...can't sleep," you murmur after a beat, voice so quiet. He hears sheets rustling, then silence again. You hesitate. "I... it might sound selfish but I miss you being here with me. It sucks that the bed feels so empty without you."
And oh, if he could, Wriothesley would crawl through the phone right this very second and wrap you in his arms— would crush you to his chest and hold you tight as he listens to your breath taper off into sleep. Would keep you against him, wrapped up in his love and adoration, until you practically have to beat him off of you with a stick.
But he can't and it's killing him.
"It's not selfish. I miss you too," he says, voice longing. "I want to go home to you so bad, sweetheart, you have no idea. Wish I could've packed you up in my bag and smuggled you here with me." He has to fight sleepy giggles at the thought.
"Speaking of— you better be prepared for a crapload of gifts when I get back. I've got a whole suitcase of stuff I thought you'd like."
You gasp, and even sounding a little crackly from the speakers, his heart does a flip. "A whole suitcase?! I wouldn't even know where to put all that!"
"We'll find space. 'm pretty sure there's some stuff we can jigsaw around." Wriothesley tries to keep the tiredness from his voice, tries to fight back the yawn. It's been so long since you've called, what with timezones and schedules getting in the way, and he wants to talk to you longer— ask how your day's been, what your plans are for the rest of the week, if there were any places you want to visit when he gets home. This call is much too short for all the things he wants to say, for all the hours he wants to spend listening to you talk.
But try as he might, you can tell he's close to knocking out without even having to lay an eye on him.
"You should sleep," you tell him, voice soothing him like a balm. "You're probably tired after your show. I saw a few videos, you know— you were so cool. I'm proud of you, Wrio."
He hums, basking in your praise. His eyelids are already growing heavy, the soft siren's song of sleep growing harder to resist. If he closes his eyes, maybe he can imagine that you're just down the hall, busy with something. You'll come in any second now, crawl into bed and slip into his arms, and everything would be right with the world.
"Thank you for... for calling. For checking up on me just because of a text." You giggle at that last bit, and (as it always seems to do) his heart flips. "I love you lots."
"Mm, no need to thank me. Just gimme lots of kisses when I get home." His tongue is growing heavier, sleep more inviting. But he manages to get one last thing out— "I love you lots, too."
Right before Wriothesley lets himself drop, you press a loud, exaggerated kiss to the receiver of your phone. He smiles.
That's how you both fall asleep: with both phones still on the line, even breaths and quiet snores comforting the other into a restful slumber.
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walpu · 3 days
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Hi, it’s me again!! >_<
When I tell you I gobbled that headcannon post up, I went down on two knees and howled /hj
Anyways, do you think you can do some headcannons on Aventurine with Bodyguard! Reader if you have the time? But this time, with a twist :3
See, reader does care for Aven, you truly do, but before that, you were tasked by Everflame mansion and by Duke inferno himself to kill Aventurine. But you can’t bring yourself to, no, not when you’ve fallen head over heels for him.
When reader does become Aven’s bodyguard, you maintain that serious, no nonsense demeanor, but if he looks closely enough, he’ll see the lovestruck puppy hiding under the hardened shell that they’ve put on.
But the guilt catches up. One day, at least a few months after reader’s betrayal to Duke Inferno, you catch sight of an assassin sent to finish the job they couldn’t do. And so, the secret is finally revealed.
Personally, I think Aventurine would be betrayed, like very, how could he not be? He’s always kept people at an arm’s length away, and when he finally lets you in his walls, and starts falling for thier charm, this secret of yours comes out. He fires you almost immediately, but the way he stares after you with misty eyes doesn’t go unnoticed.
The next months were absolute hell. Reader found a new job as a barista, and is quite enjoying the quaint and simply life it provides, even if you do miss Aventuirne. He’s probably still seething at you, right?.
Wrong. Because you’ve gone MIA, Aventurine been scouring all over the place, trying so hard to find you. He’s loosing sleep, forgetting to eat, all things that you would chide him about. Aeons, he misses you so much.
And when he does find you, he’s overjoyed, and when the two finally reunite, the first thing you do is to apologize deceiving him. But he forgave your silly ass a long time ago, why else would he have spent the last months trying to find you?
Long story short, it’s a happy ending, Aventurine couldn’t be more grateful he has you to be his bodyguard, his closest confidant, and most importantly, his lover <33
I’m so sorry if I went on a ramble, but this idea’s been plaguing me so bad I literally can’t focus on anything else 😭😭
I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWAR TO WRITIG FOR THIS REQUEST SINCE THE MOMENT I SAW IT I ADORE YOUR BODYGUARD!READER x AVEN SERIES btw thank you for sharing the c.ai bot
I feel like the only thing I do with each post is apologize for taking so long but right now I like from work trip to work trip so I'm actually really really sorry this madness should end soon 😭😭😭😭 Hope you'll enjoy this post, it was my goal to finish it before version 2.1
bodyguard/assassin!reader x Aventurine
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characters - Aventurine notes- gn!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, pining, no beta
It was not a fast prosses for the both of to form a genuine connection. Moreover, you know goddamn well you shouldn't get attached to him.
And at first it seems easy, like yeah another rich playboy, no big deal, you've delt with people like him before, right? Right??????????????
Yeah until suddenly he's not just a rich playboy.
The more you notice how deeply lonely and unhappy he is, the more your heart softens towards him. And the more your heart softens, the more he relaxes around you, seeing behind your cold exterior.
He's not used to people caring about him. And yes, of course he knows it's your job but still, for a man who never had a real friend before, he surely can appreciate having someone who not only won't leave him but also will listen to him and look after him.
And the part about you being paid to do it? Oh well. It's the same guy who offers you to use him as you wish and who's greeting line is "I can play a role of a friend :)"
Mf is FRIENDLESS, LONELY and PATHETIC /affectionally
He'll take what he can get okay.
But goddamn. Don't think he doesn't notice how you started going out of your ways to take care of him. How you make him eat, tend to his small injuries ("my, my, you're my bodyguard, not a doctor. perhaps someone wants a raise, hm?~"), how you drag him out of casino or his office when it's too late.
It drives him crazy. It's not beneficial for you, right? The w h y.
He won't ask. Instead he will watch and slowly fold.
You are probably suffering tho lol. You should just kill him already, you've had so many opportunities to end him. Instead you spoon feed him soup because he claims he has a hangover after a night in the casino. And this little brat looks so smug about it too!!!!
Sometimes he feels like it's too good to be true: you being here, taking care of him, looking after him. The line between professional relationship, friendship and... something more is way too blurry already, and he knows it's dangerous but it just feels so good. Too good.
Duke inferno gets tired eventually. He sends someone to remind you of your mission. To remind you who you really work for.
Well, the duke receives a warning of his own. The dead body of his little messenger.
You know, of course, that the Everflame mansion thugs are not easily intimidated. They will be back. So you better warn Aventurine and tell him everything.
You can't keep lying to him, can you?
Well. It's surprisingly not as easy as you thought. After all, even if they will send someone, you'll just protect Aven like you always do, right? He doesn't have to know. Not about your past, not about your original mission. He keeps his secrets too, so why can't you?
You know goddamn well why tho. You know and yet you still can't bring yourself to tell him the truth.
It goes on like that for several months and Aventurine notices that something is clearly off, something is bothering his darling protector. He tries to pry, to tease, to cling, to pester you. Something to make you open up. Or, at least, get distracted. He can't help but feel anxious. Why are you suddenly so reversed? Do you want to leave his side? Does he not pay you enough? Does he bother you too much? It eats him alive while he tries to mask it by pestering you even more. As if to test you. As if to make sure that it's not the case.
All the hell breaks loose one day when you discover that Duke inferno has sent another assassin to finish the job.
I you spare the details but yeah, your secret was unraveled. And it wasn't pretty at all.
You have never seen emotions so vivid on Aven's face. Part of you always wanted to see him more vulnerable, more open with you. But not like this. Not this look of utter betrayal.
He collects himself quick enough, hiding behind the mask of mock disappointment.
"Hm, well, I recall mentioning that treachery is just another tool of the trade. But it seems like our little deal is not paying off for me anymore" he says with a cold chuckle, shaking his head a little. "After all, you have very little to offer outside of your dog-like loyalty. But seems like this dog bit both hands that fed it".
You were expecting him to call for your arrest but instead he just fires you. It hurts nevertheless.
What hurts even more is that look he gives you when you part ways. It's like his pretty eyes are even more lifeless now.
At first he feels this overwhelming emptiness. It truly feels like the fate is mocking him. One time, just one time, he allowed himself to relax around someone. Just this one time, with this one person who took care of him, who listened to him, who looked out for him. And this person was supposed to kill him.
Then his stupid brain finds another way to torture him. He keeps thinking about the way you have always protected him, the way you took the hit even during the last attack, when Duke Inferno's new assassin tried to get to him. You were ready to leave your past life behind to stay by his side, weren't you?
As soon as he realizes it he goes frantic. Of course he tries to find you asap but of course someone as competent as you would be able to disappear without a trace in no time. You were an assassin, after all. A skilled one too, since he never even suspected you.
This connection the two of you had, this realization that you really cared enough to betray your client, all of this makes him realize that he needs you so, so much. He needs to feel this care again, he need to look at you again, to know that you're here by his side.
He misses you so much. Your nagging, your reassurance, your touch. He's like an addict who felt what it feels like to love and beloved in return for the first time and now he can't live without it.
He doesn't eat or sleep properly, his head plagued by the thoughts about you. What if you forgot all about him? What if you're wounded? Where are you even? His fingers itch to trace your face and your scars.
He thinks about how you would scold him for not taking proper care of himself and it makes him miss you even more.
Aven finds you after a few months. It was honestly a coincidence, one of his subordinates saw you in the coffee shop you were working at.
He though that finding you will calm him down but seeing you from afar, looking somewhat peaceful and cozy, having a regular job... it's too much. And what if you really don't need him anymore? Maybe you never did? After all, he's painfully aware that he probably needs you much more than you need him.
And yet, he decides to take this risk. He's a gambler, after all.
"Somehow I'm not surprised you're good even at that. How come you have never made me coffee before, hm?"
You literally freeze on the spot after hearing this familiar voice next to you.
When you finally get to talk, you can see he's really trying to look calm and collected but how can he? His hands are shaky and his voice cracks. It breaks your heart.
He doesn't even let you finish your apology, pressing a finger to your lips.
"Hush, darling. All is forgiven. In fact, I even have an interesting proposal. I'm can be a generous man after all".
He can't fool you. Not with this shaky soft voice. And he knows it as well.
Please hug that fool and kiss him. Swear that you won't ever leave him again. Swear that you want to be by his side. As his bodyguard, as his friend, as something more. So much more. That's all he really need to feel like he's at home.
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are we still friends? (can we be friends?)
minatozaki sana x fem!reader ; fluff(?), angst 
synopsis: seeing sana again during christmas causes feelings to resurface
warnings: food ; alcohol ; datzu crumbs ; cursing ; proofread halfway bc i got lazy + grammar and spelling errors probably
a/n: how to write angst?? am i cooked?? (I'm cooked) ALSO I wrote this in December so a lonnnngg time ago like when I touched the doc for the first time two days ago it said last edited 12/30/23 T-T
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“y/n! come help with the decorations, it a bit tough to reach.” your mom calls out from the entrance.  
pausing in your place, you turn to respond to her, “i’ll be there in a bit, let me finish mixing everything.” 
“okay honey. make sure to wear a coat when you get out here, it’s chilly!” she yells back before closing the door. 
a giggle leaves your lips as you continue to sift the dry ingredients, trying not to spill the flour and sugar. when you’re done with a part of your cookie process, you wash your hands and throw on your puffer jacket before heading out to help your mom. 
christmas is in four days and your mom has this annual thing where she throws a big party at your place every christmas eve. she invites all her friends who are back in town—some even fly out to come to this big event—and it goes on until the concerningly late hours of the night.  
your mom didn’t get to throw this big party last year because she was terribly sick, so you missed it that time, but now she’s so back.  
this means you’re in charge of the baking (yet again) and also helping her out everywhere. it’s not that you don’t enjoy this, if anything you look forward to this event—just not this year, it won’t be the same as the previous christmas parties. 
your mom has this friend who moved in five minutes away from your house when you were twelve, and they had a daughter your age. of course, both your mothers found a way to get you guys to meet, and eventually, you’d be spending the majority of your middle and high school years together stuck by the hip. 
her name was minatozaki sana; she was the first person you had fallen in love with inside and out.  
she had this type of vibrance to her that spread through her surroundings like a bullet train. if the room was dim, it’d seem like she had brought a piece of the sun inside just by being there, instantly illuminating it. it was palpable that she had her flaws, everyone did, but with the way she held herself up and gave her all, you’d see right past her imperfections and into that warm heart of hers. 
sana expected nothing and appreciated everything, that’s what made her lips curl up into a contagious grin. the streaks of creased skin in the corner of her eyes as she flashed that toothy grin gave everyone the intimation that she was simply overjoyed to be able to have the ability to love and to care. she was so beautiful in the way she found adoration so enticing, and that’s why you had fallen in love with her. 
your years with her passed by quickly, each year was filled with vibrant memories that led you to fall even deeper into her charm. however, you never mustered up the courage to tell her how you really felt toward her, and by the time you had gotten close to spilling out your pent up feelings; sana had found herself a little boyfriend. 
chris was some guy on the basketball team—who was also a bit short and lacking skill to even make the team—he was an arrogant, pretentious, and egotistical snob who managed to win sana’s heart. how did he do this? who knows, everyone who’s interacted with him either hates his guts or is in love with his pathetic self.  
he was only nice around sana, but you had seen him when he wasn’t pretending like there wasn't a stick up his ass. he was below the bare minimum and that’s how you’d describe him, he was nowhere near sana’s league. if anything, maybe you were just jealous (and that you were), but you knew what kind of person deserved sana—chris was not someone who deserved a wonderful woman like her. 
that asshole managed to win sana’s heart and keep it for half of junior year and all of senior year of high school, then he managed to convince her to go to a college that was a five-hour flight away from home—and by the way, your town was a two-hour drive from a well-known, top notch university, one that you and sana agreed to go to when you were both in middle school. 
there was no way you’d let sana go to that college, not when chris was the reason she was going. it was a school that wasn’t even comparable to the one not so far from home, the one that had significant alumni and programs fit for the both of you. sana could easily win a decent scholarship to the university you’ve been dreaming of going to, but she was going to let him change her mind in a matter of seconds. 
there was no way you’d let that happen, so you simply walked over to her house and stormed up to her room after seeing her text regarding this whole plan, a fool’s plan.  
you remember the argument that shattered your friendships in seconds, almost like it was yesterday. 
“sana, you can’t just go to that school because of chris. look, i’m saying this as your friend and because i love you: he’s not all that, and the uni nearby has great health programs, they’re ten times better than the school over there and you know it.” you argue.  
you’re pacing around the room that you and sana have had countless late-night conversations and sleepovers in, the place where you had done more for sana than chris did. your eyes land on the two strips of laminated paper that hold the memory of the time you two had gone to the photobooth on your sixteenth birthday, your brows crease at the sight of your cheeks squished with sana’s as the two of you posed. a heavy breath makes your lungs shrink as you exhale. 
“i can’t let you do this, not for him sana.” 
“but i love him so much y/n, you know this. he promised we could stay in an apartment together and that everything would be perfect, we have a whole future planned and i—” 
“what about us sana?” you cut her off, voice breaking slightly. “what about our future? we promised that we’d go to that uni together, what happened to that? you’re going to throw it away for him?” 
“you’re being ridiculous y/n, we were thirteen! things change and you need to grow up, look—”  
“we’ve known each other since elementary school and you’re throwing away this opportunity for a guy whose grades are falling apart. not only that, he’s a fucking ass! you’ve come crying and complaining to me more times than i can count on my left hand.” you respond angrily, and much louder than you meant to. 
sana looks at you in disbelief, her expression almost carrying some sort of disappointment or disgust. she scoffs and you feel your heart shatter just from hearing it, this isn’t like her at all. 
“if you were so fucking annoyed by my misery then you could’ve told me,” she responds harshly, water lining her eyes.  
“sana that’s not what i—" 
“you’re supposed to be my best friend, always there for me and to support me. now look at you, what happened to that? can’t you be happy for me and chris? i seriously love him and all you’ve been is mopey and bitchy whenever he’s around.” 
“i know more people that have treated you better than him. he’s an asshole sana, it’s clear as day and even dahyun agrees.” 
her eyes meet the floor and she says in a smaller voice, “i love him y/n, and he loves me.” 
not like i love you, never will he love you like that. 
your features soften as you look at her. “sana you can’t—” 
“get out of my room.” sana spits in a stinging tone that’s worse than a dagger to your heart. she shakes her head then turns to avoid your gaze and your heart completely shatters as you watch a tear slide down her cheek in the process. “get out of my house, i don’t want to hear it.” 
“sana,” you begin, but when you hear her sniffle, you hold back everything that’s burning in your chest. your shoulders give up and sink in defeat before you croak out an “okay.” 
turning around, you step out of her bedroom with a heavy heart and trembling lips. tears stream down your cheeks as you make your way out of the house where sana and you had spent countless hours together—hours that you’d never forget no matter how hard you tried. 
each breath you take is visible in the cold air and snow compresses with each step you take whilst hanging up the christmas lights. your mother smiles once you pin the last string up and  then you take a step back to admire the illuminating pattern of diverse hues beaming when your mom presses the “on” button. 
“thank you again honey, i appreciate it.” your mom says, holding your hand and squeezing it gently.  
you turn and smile at her, shaking your head before responding, “anytime mom.” 
the two of you enter the house again and immediately you’re on your way back to the kitchen to finish up your famous cookies. you three different types of cookies: chocolate chip cookies (the fastest batch to be eaten), matcha cookies with white chocolate chips, and ube cookies—sana’s favorites. 
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“ube? what’s that?” sana says, giggling softly as you hand her a purple cookie with white chocolate chunks.  
“just try it sana, you’ll love it.” you assure, urging her to try. “it’s purple too, how could you not?” 
she rolls her eyes at you then picks up the sweet treat, taking a bite of the cookie. it’s crunchy on the outside and perfectly soft on the inside, making her shoulders sink down and eyes close when the new, thrilling flavor meets her tastebuds. 
“so, how is it?” you ask, raising your brows. sana simply smiles and nods, shooting a dorky thumbs up before taking another bite. 
“it’s wonderful, it’s like coconut and nutty and has vanilla and oh my gosh it’s so… it’s really good.” she sighs, melting as she consumes your baked good. she looks adorable. 
you laugh at her response and take a bite of your own experiment, eyes widening at how good they were. sana was right, they’re wonderful. 
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“ah the purple cookies, those were a hit ever since you started making them.” your mom says, rubbing your back. she looks at you with some pity, knowing about your little falling out with sana. 
you simply smile and nod. “i like them, i was going to save some for myself too.” you joke, easing some tension in the air. 
“well, i’m going to call your dad up, go visit the kim’s later and tell them i said hi.” your mom insists, placing a twenty dollar bill on the marble counter. “heard they have a holiday latte out, you should try it. dahyun’s also been experimenting with her baking and beverages, she gets better each time i visit.” 
“of course she is,” you chuckle lightheartedly, “let me just finish these last cookies and i’ll put them in the fridge for a bit. did you want anything from their place?” 
“no, it’s fine. oh wait! i have a present for dahyun’s mom, can you give her this if she’s there?” she asks. 
“mhm,” you hum,  “just put it near my bag on the couch.” 
“thanks sweetie, i’ll do that.” your mother beams, then rushes towards her room to grab whatever it was that she needed. 
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ring  
the sound of the bell chimes throughout the café—which is not too busy other than the elderly group in the corner and a student typing away at their computer to the side. you catch sight of the familiar face, instantly grinning when you walk towards the register. 
dahyun is turned away from you and cleaning the espresso machine, wiping it down and yelling a “welcome! feel free to check out the holiday pastries and beverages!” without turning towards you. 
you laugh and speak up, “it’s nice to see you miss know-it-all.” and upon hearing your voice dahyun instantly turns around, beaming a bright grin and setting her rag down. 
“y/n? you didn’t tell me you were in town? what the hell where were you last year?” she questions, walking out from behind the counter and then towards you to greet you with a warm hug. she smells like coffee grinds and cinnamon, you hug her back and smile. 
“i was deathly sick last year, like seriously fighting for my life. i didn’t tell you?” 
“no stupid, you didn’t.” she sighs, then pulls away to look at you. “i’ve only seen your instagram posts, haven’t seen you in a bit and wow… you look better than in the pictures.” 
“thank you?” you giggle before she walks over to return back behind the register. “i’ve also seen your instagram… who’s that girl you’ve been posting? got a girl and didn’t fill me in with the details?” you pry, smirking cheekily. 
“oh, tzu… gosh y/n we have so much to talk about, i’m glad you’re back in town.” dahyun says appreciatively, and you don’t miss the slight pink that dusts on her cheeks before she starts again, “let’s talk over some coffee. what can i get you? on the house by the way. we have like, thirty minutes before a bunch of people start piling in.” 
a giggle leaves your lips again before you decide on a peppermint mocha. dahyun gets to work and weighs out the coffee grins as you situate yourself to the side, watching her work her magic. 
the two of you catch up on what’s been going on with college, dahyun’s love life that you’ve missed out on, and what you’ve been up to yourself. twenty minutes pass and you’ve both ended up on some old memory that has the two of you laughing like idiots again, making both your stomachs hurt. 
“so… we’ve talked about what’s been going on with me… what about you and your love life? bet you’ve met a girl too.” dahyun interrogates with a teasing tone.  
“oh, well—” you begin, awkwardly staring at the cup in your hand. “i dated this girl for a while, but we ended up falling out and staying friends, nothing much… we just weren’t right for each other.” 
“i see…” dahyun responds, holding herself back from bringing up the sensitive topic—or, well, person.  
dahyun was aware of the falling out as well, but still stayed friends with sana. however, she was your friend before she met sana, so she had made sure if it was alright to keep contact and whatnot. of course you didn’t want your own personal problems to get in between other friendships, and you still loved sana despite everything that had happened so you gave dahyun the green light.  
after running to dahyun the same night of the argument with sana, you cried for an hour or two in her room. this was the first time you turned to someone other than sana, and dahyun had been on your side of the whole situation, making it easier to comfort and reassure you. she also disliked chris, but not as much as she liked you. 
she pretty much agreed with everything you had ranted about and thought it was stupid that sana would rather choose that asshole over someone like you, and later on you’d confess that you were in love with sana to dahyun. when everything had been rocky with sana, dahyun had been by your side, and you were grateful for that. 
“well, maybe you’ll land yourself a kiss under the mistletoe, who knows who’ll be showing up to your christmas party.” dahyun nudges you, smiling as she hands you some peppermint chocolate bark treat. “i could always set you up~” 
“it’s fine, really.” you guarantee. a smile spreads across your face and you dismiss her offer with a wave of your hand. “um, by the way… has um, has she stopped by or anything like that recently? does sana still visit—" 
there’s another ring from the door opening that cuts you off, making dahyun’s attention redirect towards the customer walking in. her eyes widen and she pauses in place before smiling awkwardly, then she mumbles an uneasy “um, be back…” before walking over to the register. 
you don’t think much of her weird mood shift and instead swirl around the small remainder of coffee in the latte cup. 
“hi dahyun! it’s nice to see you again.” a voice beams.  
you freeze in place, all of your body tensing up as soon as the familiar voice processes through your ears. it’s smooth, it’s sweet, and it has that same high-pitched ring and giggle that follows. immediately, your heartbeat spikes and you’re doing anything you can to avoid interacting or even looking in the woman’s direction. 
“it’s nice to see you too sana,” dahyun greets with a bubbly tone. the name being uttered from dahyun’s mouth is enough to make your hands grip the cup in your hand a little tighter. “can i get you anything?”  
“hm… i’ll have that peppermint mocha please. i’m also going to take a look around the bakery, i need to grab some treats for others. you know how it is, holidays and whatnot.” sana says in that adorable tone, it has you falling for her all over again just when you thought you’d gotten over everything that’s happened. 
quickly, you finish the last sip of your coffee before setting the empty cup down abruptly. it makes a small yet noticeable sound with the glass plate it had been sitting on, making sana advert her gaze.  
the small gift you had set down beside you is now placed on the glass that covers the display of christmas themed cakes. dahyun looks at you in confusion and tilts her head before you turn to smile at her, avoiding sana’s widening eyes. 
“thanks for the coffee dahyun, take the present on the glass to your mom—it’s from my mom to yours.” you start, trying to keep your voice level 
every ounce of restraint and discipline is fighting back the urge to simply glance at sana, who’s standing right in front of dahyun. you almost manage to avoid her, but it’s inevitable, your eyes land on your first love for the first time in almost two years. 
she’s looking at you with parted lips and surprise, but she still looks as beautiful as you remember. sana looks a little more mature than when you last saw her; the curve of her jaw is sharper, lips somehow brighter and her features are more defined overall. sana is wearing a scarf that fits around her neck comfortably, a brown, fluffy sweater, and dark sweatpants with uggs to compliment the outfit. there’s simplicity in her look—she’s jaw dropping, the sight of her makes your jaw tighten and heartbeat spike.  
her eyes meet yours for exactly three seconds, enough time to have every memory flowing in. 
clearing your throat, you finish your farewell to dahyun with a smile, “i’ll see you around, my mom says hi to your mom, tell her i also said hi too. i’ll get going now, have a good one.” 
your body doesn’t fight back the urge to glance at sana again—big mistake—before turning around and walking out the door. 
sana keeps her look on you the whole time, baffled to see you here and her own heart yearns for you. she’s missed you more than you’d ever know, and more than she’d like to admit. it doesn’t help her case that you’re ten times more attractive than when she’d last seen you at graduation. 
“you should talk to her.” dahyun says softly. sana keeps her eye on the door, you’re already out and probably in your car, but she keeps her eye on the door still. 
“were you talking to her earlier?” sana asks, now turning to face the younger woman. 
“we were catching up.” dahyun answers. the woman behind the register turns around to start making sana’s drink, unknowingly the same drink you had ordered. it all makes dahyun’s own heart sink in her chest a bit. “how long has it been since you’ve talked to her?” 
“since graduation.” sana explains, looking down at the counter. “i messed up.” 
dahyun turns around again to see sana, sorrow and regret etching into her features. the barista frows and reaches over to place her hand on sana’s shoulder, then rubs it gently.  
“talk to her, there’s always time to fix things. especially with y/n.” 
-- 
a few days past since that meeting, you’re still shaken up from it to say the least.  
sana is too, but you aren’t aware of that. 
to stray away from this event that is dreadfully close to leading to some form of existential crisis or spiral, you’re helping your mom out with setting up the last few decorations and tables while your cookies that you chilled a couple days ago bake.  
dahyun is also coming over with her girlfriend in the evening to exchange a couple of greetings and to properly introduce her girlfriend tzuyu to you. your mother had met tzuyu before and talked highly about her, so you were excited to meet her yourself.  
when the time comes, you hear a knock at the door and shoot up to answer it. you open the door and dahyun stands there with a nervous grin on her face. next to her stands tzuyu—and sana.  
your eyes widen and your jaw tenses when you see her perfect face, standing next to tzuyu with this awkward smile. she’s wearing a gray pullover and black sweatpants; an orange scarf also wraps around her neck comfortably. she looks snug and cute as ever, no matter what she’s adorable in your eyes. your heart flutters and you get all nervous like a teenager again. 
pushing away the edginess flowing throughout your whole being, you greet dahyun with a warm hug, then give tzuyu and friendly one as well. you’re not sure how to greet sana, being all shaken up by just her presence, so you resort to a smile and a small “hi sana,” then invite them all in. 
sana walks in and her hand brushes against your arm on accident, the two of you definitely notice it—though you both decide to ignore it and the warmth in your chests.  
your mom greets all the girls with a hug and the five of you sit down in your homey living room. sana sits across from you on the couch next to your mom, and you sit there avoiding eye contact as you all catch up. 
an hour passes by and dahyun is over in the living room talking to your mom about what’s been going on with her parents and the bakery. in the meantime, you decide to give yourself a break from feeling all nervous just by being near sana. 
standing up, you announce, “i’m going to the kitchen for a bit.” your mom simply raises her brows at your sudden departure, you’ve been silent for most of the conversation and it seems like you’re the only one affected by the tension in the room. “won’t be long.” you add, smiling weakly. 
the fridge is still full of some essentials, and to the side, there’s some cold brew and your favorite coconut milk; everything you need is right where you need it. you head over to the counter and grab your favorite glass cup, heart stinging at the memory of when you had received it. it was one of the many gifts from sana. 
you grab some ice and put it in the cup, then add your cold brew inside. then you grab a small cup with some honey and search for a spoon so you can mix it in with the coconut milk. 
“drinking coffee at this time?” a voice says, making you freeze. you break out of your short trance and hum in response before continuing to make your drink. 
“you know i can’t resist a good coffee, sana.” and the way her name slips off your tongue feels right. you haven’t said it often since the falling out and it still rolls off perfectly, it feels right coming from you. you’re hesitant to talk again, feeling her eyes drill into your back. something in your heart shifts and you manage to ask, “did you want something to drink?” 
“yeah,” she answers, walking over to you and sitting at the kitchen island. “same thing you’re drinking, but sweeter.” 
of course she wants it sweet, just like always.  
“okay.”  
your back is still turned towards sana and she watches you grab another glass. as you do so, she gets a glimpse of your own glass and smiles. “is that the cup i got you?”  
still fixing up her drink, you nod and answer, “yeah. it’s my favorite.” 
“a lot of your gifts are my favorites too.” she admits, her voice so soft and fragile that you’re scared the thick tension in the air might break it. 
sana watches you turn around, but you still avoid her gaze. you place both cups on the surface of the kitchen island and begin to pour the coconut milk mixtures into the coffee. the liquids swirl as they combine, creating a satisfying view. sana’s quick to redirect her attention back to you, staring at your face again. 
last time she had saw you at dahyun’s cafe, she only had the chance to get a simple glance at your features, not enough time to fully take in everything that’s changed about your apperance. there’s two new piercings on both ears and a new, small tattoo below your ear; the length of your hair is also noticeably longer. your lips part as you swirl both cups in your hands around, and then you take a quick glance to the side, allowing sana to admire your side profile and the unique curve of your nose and lips. 
you hold the mug out for her and finally meet her eyes again. sana’s favorite thing about you were your eyes, they’re still as pretty as she remembers.  
it’s some thursday night during your sophomore year of high school, you were supposed to be studying with sana for your math quiz tomorrow, but she had other ideas.  
“stay still,” sana mumbles softly. 
she situates you in the chair near her desk and tilts your head up with the fingers holding your chin. she’s inches away from you as she puts some sort of sponge on your face, brows creasing as she does so. your heart is racing. 
after a couple of minutes, sana finishes up your makeup. she’s done some type of natural look on you, nothing too heavy or bold. you look at yourself through the mirror and take a moment to examine sana’s doings. as you do so, sana can’t keep her eyes off you. 
something in her heart shifts as she admires you. her eyes land on your lips, they’re oddly alluring, and sana’s cheeks burn. 
“sana you’re staring… do i look weird?” 
“no,” she practically breathes out, mouth slightly agape. “you’re beautiful.” she says breathlessly, her expression turning all serious it makes you giggle awkwardly. 
there have been many moments where sana has found you pretty, not just physically. your small gifts and reassurance have made her heart flutter, but she’s always figured that was just because she loved you deeply as a friend. but when you stare at her with those eyes in this moment, she’s so surprised by everything she feels. she's giddy and happy and warm inside and gosh her heart wants to jump out her chest and cling onto you. she's not opposed to the feeling; she always has this feeling aorunf you and she loves it. that's why she’s always around you in the first place. 
her face burns and you’re gazing at her all confused, you look so cute. 
growing nervous from how non-verbal sana has been, you try to shake her out of her trance. “hey, you’re scaring me. earth to sana? hellooooo…?” 
“how are you so pretty all the time.” sana’s eyes soften and her whole body relaxes as she rests her head on her palm. “like, your face is so perfect and your eyes… god y/n, whoever gets to be with you would be so lucky, seriously. like, you’re honestly the prettiest girl in our school, how do you not have a boyfriend?” 
your cheeks flush from the abrupt compliment, so you push her gently and giggle. sana giggles along with you, still star-struck. you’re both young and unknowingly in love with each other—giggles and teasing seem to be the only way to hide that. 
sana has always found you attractive, after all these years she still hasn’t figured out why she made the mistake of pursuing chris instead of the person who was always there for her—and ten times prettier. you’ve always been right there, she’s a fool for looking right past you. 
sana grabs the mug, still making eye contact with you and both your eyes soften at the same time. 
“y/n i’m sorry.” she says immediately, “i messed up really bad and—” 
“sana,” you cut her off, “just enjoy the drink.” she watches you smile at her, it’s genuine and small, still enough to calm her nerves. you grab your glass and walk towards the door to the porch, tilting your head and urging her to come follow. sana figures she could pour her heart out later, if it were on the porch it wouldn’t be the first time she’s poured out her emotions there.  
the two of you find a seat across from each other, the fairy lights above create some type of ambiance to ease the tension that’s hanging in the air like an invisible cloak of some sort, suffocating the two of you with its unease. 
“how have you been?” sana asks. it’s cliché, but what else was she supposed to say?  
you don’t look up from the drink in your hand when you respond, “good, you?”  
“likewise.” sana lies, her jaw clenching.  
“you know,” you begin, and with intent, your eyes meet her face and she’s doing the same as you had been doing before; she simply sits there with the drink in her hand, looking quite on edge. “i figured if i were to see you again like this, chris would be with you.”  
“we broke up three months after we moved in together.” sana says quietly, “i broke up with him.” 
“sana…” you mumble quietly, surprised to say the least. “why— what?” 
“i ruined everything between you and i because i was so blinded by his affection, i couldn’t stay with him anymore with guilt clawing at me.” she explains, her voice breaking slightly. “and i couldn’t bring myself to talk to you after hurting you. losing you was the biggest mistake of my life. god, it took everything in me to come back to you.” 
“you never lost me sana,”  
“i’m just… sorry for everything, i really am.” she says sincerely, “and i don’t think enough words could really explain how sorry i am.” 
you look at her with pity, and despite her coldness towards you during the last semester of your senior year, you decide to let everything go. she’s your best friend after all, you promised yourself to be there. 
“it’s okay.” you say, it’s not the truth, but it’s not a lie either. “it was my fault too for letting the distance between us get larger.” 
“don’t say that, it’s not your fault.” sana sighs. she takes a sip of the coffee, it’s good, of course— everything you’ve ever made for her has been great. “i only stayed with chris because i was scared. that’s why it was so easy for me to leave everyone i loved behind, i think.” 
“scared? …of what?” 
she looks dead into your eyes and exhales, “i realized that, that maybe i was with chris because i was trying to push down how i felt about you.” 
you tilt your head in confusion, then begin to pry, “sana what do you mean—" 
“y/n, i was falling for you and it terrified me. i mean, i loved you, and honestly, i think i still do. i'm so fucking dumb, god i'm just oblivious.” sana says, then immediately, your heart rate spikes and your brows raise. she continues while fidgeting with her fingers, “i guess it’s easier to admit now because we’ve grown distant, and physically we’re distant enough. chris treated me alright and loved me, but i came crying to you all the time because he never treated me like how i wanted you to treat me, i don’t know why i did that. i don’t know why i let myself go through that when i had you. every time i’d kiss him i wished it were you, every time we did anything honestly.” 
sana's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, their glossy shine failing to hide the immense emotions she was desperately trying to suppress. the weight of her confession hung in the air, causing the entire world to momentarily freeze. it felt as though time itself had paused, giving you a moment to absorb the magnitude of her words. 
sana loved you, and she still does. you loved her, and you still do.  
but really, you can’t. you can’t go through with this. it’s too sudden, so unorganized and uncertain. 
all of this is a recipe for disaster. 
the echo of her vulnerability reverberated through the atmosphere, your mind spun in a cyclone of emotions. thoughts collided and collided again like football players during some game, leaving your head in a dizzying state of confusion, the sheer intensity of it all was jarring, leaving you all disoriented. the feelings you suppressed were finding their way back out, and you found yourself teetering on the precipice of vulnerability once again, just as you did years ago. 
finding out that sana loved you still gave you hope, but the revelation also made you uneasy. it had been too long without sana, and so much had happened, so there was the chance that things would be all rocky. besides, it’s just too sudden. 
“i’m— sorry for dumping all of this, i just wanted to give you closure because… well, i should’ve given you it years ago.” a tear streams down her eye as she says this, and then she begins to stand. “i should leave, i’m sorry for not letting you know i was coming— god i’m so sorry.” 
“sana wait—” you start, grabbing her wrist. she looks into your eyes, her’s are still glossy. you decide it’s better to let her go for now, unsure if this is the last time you’ll see her after this—hopefully not. “it’s okay, just… be careful. you know i’m always here, always sha.” 
the nickname that you made up for her makes her heart crack a little, she can only smile back at you for now. 
— 
the conversation between dahyun, tzuyu, and your mom is interrupted when dahyun catches the sight of sana pulling her scarf off the hook and wrapping it around her neck again. she takes account of the slight flush of her nose and cheeks, as well as her water-lined eyes. 
“you’re leaving?” dahyun asks, concern clear in her tone. sana simply smiles and nods, “yeah, i’ll see you at the holiday party. it was nice seeing you too miss l/n, i missed all of this.” 
“you’re always welcome honey,” your mother assures, “where’s y/n?” 
“out on the porch, she said she’ll be back in a bit. i’ll see you all, thank you.” sana says before departing, leaving the three women in the living room perplexed. 
a few minutes later whilst the three in the living room conjure up theories of what had happened while you and sana had been gone—you appear with a blank expression. you sit down next to your mom and lean against her, not saying a word. 
tzuyu (who is only briefly caught up with whatever had happened between you and sana, and she deinfitely needs a thorough presentation on your history) looks at dahyun and tilts her head, dahyun simply shakes her own head. 
“sana and i talked a bit, resolved and made things clear.” you say, answering the elephant in the room. “i’m heading up, i’m getting sleepy and i want to have some energy for the party tomorrow.” you add. “it was nice getting to know you tzuyu, you’re perfect for the idiot beside you. night everyone.” chuckling quietly in between responses. 
and with that you’re walking up the stairs to your room, leaving your mom, tzuyu, and dahyun perplexed yet again. 
december 25th, five o’clock pm. 
you're greeting guests, various familiar faces and their parents, family friends, and whoever else you mom managed to fit on the list. 
the party is lively, with people scattered in the backyard and on the little porch while your dad grills his signature bbq meats. your mom laughs with her friends as she sips on her wine, moving her hands around as she talks to emphasize her little life updates. 
in the basement with you are your old high school friends: momo, her cousin mina, jaehyun, mark, johnny, seulgi, sooyoung, jeongyeon, and dahyun, who’s accompanied by tzuyu. the rest of your frineds couldn’t make it, they were probably out of town. all of them sit on the floor or couch with a can of smirnoff or soda, all chatting and laughing over old memories. 
you lean against jaehyun as you laugh, letting yourself hide behind his shoulder while mark ruthlessly brings up each embarrassing phase you’ve had. what a guy, a guy you’ll be figthing soon if he keeps this up. 
the feeling of your phone ringing against your palm as you hold it catches your attention, directing you from the conversation at hand. the screen shows a call from “mom♡” which earns a confused look. you answer the call, cupping the phone so you can hear her better as you answer. 
“hello? did you need something?” 
“hey honey, would you mind coming out for a bit? someone wants to see you.” 
“someone?” you ask, “one of your friends or...?” 
“just come on out sweetie.” she insistts. 
“okay okay, whatever you say.” you respond before ending the call and starting to get up. jaehyun looks up at you with a quirked brow as he sips on his drink. you look back and shrug, “my mom wants me to meet ‘someone,’ probably one of her friends or something. i won’t be long.” you respond to him and let the others know. 
"alright, take your time," jaehyun says with a nod, setting his drink down. "hopefully, it won't be too boring," he adds with a small smirk, teasing you gently. you roll your eyes playfully in response before grabbing your jacket and heading towards the sliding door.  
you were right about the guess on seeing your mom's friend, or—friends. however, the sudden chill you get when seeing the minatozaki’s on the porch makes you tense up.  
they're standing there, glasses of wine in their hands as they look at you. sana's mom has a smile on her face, so does her dad. you walk up to them and try to shake off your nerves, fully hugging sana’s mom and giving sana’s dad a side hug. 
“it’s been a while hasn’t it?” sana’s mom says, putting her hand on your shoulder and grinning. “it’s wonderful to see you again.” 
“likewise.” you respond, melting into relaxation the more you get used to this atmosphere. “how have you all been?” 
after a tense reunion with sana’s parents, they find out about your ambitions and what you’ve been up to. not much is mentioned about the falling out between you and their daughter, but the thought most definitely lingers in the cold, winter air.  
sana's parents tell you about an internship she earned at a hospital her first year, saying they’re proud of her for helping others and the bonus of the nice paycheck that came with the experience. they tell you she’s found herself a guaranteed transfer to your school and that she’s excited to help even more people in the nursing program. it sounds like sana’s a great person, she’s always wanted to help others, it makes you smile and nod as her parents update you on what she’s been up to. 
but there’s this feeling of uncertainty and sorrow brewing. the fact that you have to hear about sana from anyone but her breaks you a bit, knowing that the two of you wouldn’t hesitate to update each other back then. now, it seems like you’re missing a chunk of memories that you could’ve shared with sana. 
“we asked her to come to the party.” mr. minatozaki says, looking at you with a sympathetic smile. “she said she’d consider it.” 
“oh, i see.” you respond, nodding whilst looking at the ground.  
part of you is glad that she’s not here, but who are you kidding, there would never be a time where you’d be dissapointed to catch her near you, despite the paranoia taking over. 
“well, it’s nice to catch up y/n. we've missed you, it’s great to see how well you’re doing. your parents must be proud.” mr. minatozaki concludes, looking at you with admiration. 
“yeah, thanks.” you say, “well, i'll leave you to talk to my parents, but i'll stop by again to talk to you two. it's really nice to catch up, i've missed you guys too, and your wonderful dinners.” you add jokingly, earning a laugh from the couple. 
sana's mom kisses your temple and hugs you, then lets you walk back into the house. 
it seems like this whole night has been full of surprises—scratch that, at this point, everything is a surprise ever since you've been back in town. especially now, because once you step into the kitchen, there’s a familiar woman who’s making your knees weak all over again. 
“y/n, hey.” sana greets softly, smiling at you. 
she's just hung up her scarf on the little hook near the fridge, the same place she’d always hang it back then. there was this unspoken rule that when sana was here, there were certain spaces that belonged to her; the hook near the fridge, the chair at the dining table closest to the living room, the right side of your bed, and the left side of the couch in the basement.  
still, you’re pissed at the fact she had practically cut you off completely over a boy just to come back years later to win you back. it irritated you how easy it was for sana to convince you, but you were much angrier at the thought of her coming back to see you because her and chris didn’t work out. was she serious about the breakup? was that all it took to forget that she had caused so much mental turmoil? 
despite this, her being in your house again and seeing her at this christmas party like years before; everything reminds you of the fact that sana had always lingered in your home. 
“hey, didn’t think you’d make it.” you respond, watching her shrug. 
“my parents said your signature cookies are here, i had to.” 
can't be the only reason, you want to mumble, but your lips stay sealed. 
sana speaks again, “i stole a couple, ate some earlier actually. still as great as i remembered.” 
“thanks.” you mutter, walking over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. “did you want to talk about something?” 
“what do you mean?” 
“there’s a reason you came, and i know it’s for me since you’re not in the basement with everyone else. we both know that’s the signature spot.” 
sana cringes at your tone, but gives in. 
“i just wanted to see you, and hopefully talk to you normally.” 
it's taking everything in you to hold your ground, to protect yourself from this sudden appearance that’s making you all uneasy again. you can’t let sana screw you up again with a simple visit, you can’t. 
“i know you’re sorry but sana, you treated me so terribly. do you know how much i cried? how fucking terrible i felt after losing my friend of years to chris?” you seethe, sighing. “part of me wants to start over, maybe try again—but how can i do that when there’s the chance of you throwing away everything, we rebuild over another stupid fucking guy.” 
she looks at you with guilt in her eyes, her shoulders sinking and words jumbling in her throat.  
“y/n, nothing—no one, despite what i've done to you, will ever make me forget how much i love you. there's always a space in my heart for you.” 
you scoff, anger flowing throughout you now, then walk over to her. she stands against the frame of the entrance, you stand in front of her now, looking down slightly. sana's looking at you directly in the eye, you can see the hurt and regret in her eyes; her look brings you back to your senses. 
“how do i know you’re not bluffing? sana, every ounce of me wants to redo this.” your voice cracks slightly, the hurt evident in your tone.  
“you just have to trust me, i'm sorry, i'm really sorry.” 
you feel like curling up into a ball and hiding, the way your chest tightens makes you want to cry a bit. 
the party ends around one in the morning, considering the fact that some of the attendants are adults that don’t have the energy to party until the sunrises.  
jaehyun’s just crossed the line, now slurring his words and laughing stupidly while he gets touchy with the guys, so mark ends up driving him home. johnny catches a ride with seulgi and sooyoung. with them gone, you’re in the basement with momo, mina, dahyun, and tzuyu. all five of you end the night with some recollections of memories, momo’s recent date, mina’s annoying professor, and before you know it you all are hugging goodbye. 
you've already gone through three cans of the smirnoff cans, it hadn’t done much except make you a little more giggly and talkative. you were a little tipsy, that was all. 
throughout the night, tzuyu and dahyun exchange glances, their eyes meeting repeatedly, dahyuns hand rubbing tzuyu’s thigh, and the little smiles they give each other. all of it doesn’t go unnoticed – at least by you – and hints at the potential for something you don’t want to think of in detail once they return home.  
as you observe their subtle interactions, a pang of envy stirs within you, longing for that same allure and anticipation. amidst the swirling emotions, a sense of emptiness creeps in, amplified by the beers you’ve had. you're left to ponder on what’s making you feel hollow, still feeling bad after raising your voice at sana earlier. 
you can’t feel bad, you shouldn’t. whatever you did wasn’t comparable to her practically pretending you didn’t exist for almost two years. 
after rolling your eyes and saying some stupid joke to dahyun and tzuyu – the last to leave the house – you head back to the basement.  
of course, sana had to be sitting on the couch, head turned towards the tv as she sipped on a beer.  
“hey.” you mutter, earning her attention as she turns away from the christmas movie you paused earlier. 
“hi.” sana greets. 
every ounce of anger, irritation, and dread had been squeezed out your body at the sight of her. you genuinely think it’s the alcohol that’s making you rethink everything, making it hard to fight back that voice in your head that’s trying to stay reserved and petty. 
sana sits there, her gaze fixed on you with intensity. her glasses are perched on her nose, a familiar sight whenever she's engrossed in watching tv or anything like that. the sight only adds to her charm, making her look even more adorable. you can't help but notice her favorite cardigan draped over her shoulders – the fluffy, white knit cardigan she adores so much –it's a cherished gift from your mother, and she's held onto it all these years. her eyes bore into yours, drilling into your skull and compelling you to plop down beside her as if nothing had ever transpired between you. you surrender, maybe it’s the late hours of the night, maybe the beer, o rmaybe just sana. 
(it’s probably just sana.) 
she turns back to the movie playing, some stupid romcom jaehyun had put on as background noise. 
your eyes trace the curve of her nose, lingering on her lips and the impeccable contour of her jawline as she remains fixated on the tv screen. her side profile captivates you for a moment, holding you in some sort of spell until she breaks the silence with her soft voice. 
“i think our parents are playing card games in the kitchen.”  
“probably betting money too.” 
“remember when your dad took your christmas money for their game?” sana asks, giggling at the memory. her eyes are still fixed on the screen, you decide to tune into the movie too. “didn’t he lose too?” 
“yeah.” you sigh, sinking into the couch. “he paid me back double the next day though.” 
“so it was worth it?” 
“yeah, i think we went out to eat with that money.” 
sana turns to gaze at you, her eyes tracing the soft contours of your profile in the dimly lit room. the glow from the tv accentuates her favorite features of yours, and she finds herself lost in the sight before her. for a while, she simply stares, allowing the comfortable silence to envelop the moment.  
you turn to look at her now, you two just stare at each other for a while more. 
“maybe we can try again.” you mumble, giving into the beauty in front of you. “every part of me is against the idea.” 
“that’s understandable.” sana agrees. she sighs before adding, “you don’t have to try again.” 
“i know.” you assure, “but i think we should.” 
“i’m sorry.” 
“i know, sana.”  
as the music from the tv fills the room, silence once again settles between you and sana. you know that you can't let this opportunity slip away – it's everything you've wanted, and deep down, you realize it's everything you've needed too.  
there's a mistletoe that’s hung above the two of you, it’s been there the whole time, both of you were aware of it. it dangles from the light tantalizingly, but neither of you do anything about it. neither you or sana even mention it. your mind races to the memory of dahyun and tzuyu kissing each other under it and part of you wants to kiss sana like that, but you won’t let her kiss and make up. 
you reach out, your fingers gently intertwining with hers. you lift her hand to your lips, feeling the warmth of her skin against your own. softly, you press a kiss upon the back of her hand, you linger in the intimacy of the gesture. 
the two of you sit there for a moment, letting the world around you two fade away. 
everything about the moment renders you weak. you think to yourself that maybe, just maybe, a second chance is enough to patch things up. if it’s with sana, then maybe it’s worth it. 
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Hi I just played this game recently but I'm curious about the lore and idk where to find it i see a lot of people mentioning boss stu (I keep reading stfu) and idk who those are do i have to read all the asked questions to get the lore going on or I can find it somewhere else? (Anyway here's a squished alan holding a red flag)
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MDHM LORE (no spoilers for the actual game):
This is only going to cover the backstories/extra details and the world of MDHM but does not touch what is going to happen in the game. Some TW for the lore, will contain stuff like substance abuse, suicide, toxic relationships, gore and child abuse.
Alan is the main love interest of the game. He is an assassin who lives in the woods in the town that set in the game, far from society but occasionally visits when he has "important" stuff to do. He is the second youngest of four brothers. Claude, Jules, and James. Alan has a pretty strained relationship with them especially after their mother passed away from suicide. Alan ran away during high school and has no connections to the current culture in the modern world.
Erika is a new college friend/classmate you encounter in your English class. She is the only adopted child of two dads with whom she is currently keeping secrets to not disappoint them. She works as an employee in the local skater rink and volunteers at the rescue cat shelter. Erika is very fashion-forward and is pretty smart when it comes to problem-solving and has a hobby of solving mysteries. She has a six-legged cat named Loki and lives with her roommate Rosie.
Stu is a child friend who harbors feelings for the player. He hasn't been in contact with them since they left for college as he stayed in their old town behind. He has an older sister named Toni who also left for university, his mom, and his dad who had a pretty unhealthy and dysfunctional relationship until he moved out. Stu lives in a frat house on school grounds and is a part of a band called the Critters of Wreckage (CoW). Stu struggles with pornography addiction as well as drinking as he became very isolated after not talking with the player.
Carver is Alan's coworker. I have not revealed much about him, other than he has the most trauma, especially during childhood, out of everyone. He has an estranged past he can't quite remember after being hired as an assassin. He is missing pupils but is still able to see. He has a fascination for experimenting and dissecting his victims, even though he really isn't allowed to. I would love to point out that Carver doesn't call the player "Guinea Pig". That name is for his OWN person of interest who he has yet to find. He still calls the player "Doe-Eyes" simply because Alan calls them that. His real name is Calvin and he is 31 years old.
Stitches is another coworker of Alan and Carver. Not much is known about him. He isn't human although he appears to be. Stitches, is in fact, made up of three different body parts from three different people. His head, the torso, and his legs. Stitches was created by Boss.
Boss is, obviously, the boss of Alan. No, he doesn't have a name as he simply just goes by "Boss". He is older than the town, older than time actually. He doesn't have much of a physical form but used roadsigns as a body for him to use. He communicates through images or texts from the signs.
Buck is Alan's dad. He doesn't know that Ophelia has passed away since their separation and is still in love with her. He hasn't seen Alan either but still wants to connect with his son.
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gojipink · 12 hours
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privilege
ஐ ft. diluc
ஐ summary. giving diluc a blowjob so good, he revokes your bj card :(
ஐ warnings. N*SFW, mdni, fem!reader, deep throating, fem. pet names. 1.4k words
ஐ notes. part of my bj mini series! check out more parts here ✧˖°.
“waitwaitwaitwait,” diluc catching your arm, stopping your trail of kisses down his stomach as you peer up at him through your eyelashes. 
he swallows thickly, mind reeling from your ministrations, a little embarrassed at how he’s found himself to be on the receiving end of your love. undressed to only his boxer briefs, laying flat on his back as you slide down his body, worshiping every inch of skin in your path downwards.
“what’s wrong, ‘luc?” you ask as you plant an innocent kiss at the start of his v-line. 
to be honest, you knew exactly what you were doing. diluc has been so busy, so stressed out recently that you wanted to take a night to focus on him. to let him receive even half as much love and pleasure that you receive from him on an almost nightly basis. you knew exactly what you were doing when you straddled him on the bed, giving his lips a searing kiss as you slowly pushed him back to lay his head down on the plush pillows. making him so distracted by your onslaught of hot, wet kisses down his jaw and neck that he wouldn't notice what you were trying to accomplish. 
“my love,” he calls out breathlessly, “what are you doing all the way down there? come lay down, i should be the one taking care of you, don't you think, darling?” 
you breath out a laugh as you nip at his hip bone making him draw in a sharp breath as his hardening dick flinches in its confines. 
“i want to be down here, diluc. actually i'm not even exactly where i wanna be yet,” you tease.
“love-” he tries to argue before you interrupt him,
“please, ‘luc,” you pout up at him, “lemme take care of you this time. wanna make you feel good, i’ve missed the way you feel in my mouth,” you plead. 
diluc has only let you suck him off a small handful of times throughout your entire relationship. it's not that he doesn't like it, quite the opposite actually. it’s just when it comes to sex, he gets off on getting you off. your pleasure is genuinely his pleasure, he’s almost sure he could cum at the sight of you coming undone alone. but when you look up at him almost pleadingly with your lips so so close to his straining cock, he lets his resolve melt a little and lets you take whatever you want from him. 
he sighs, his big hand coming up to cup your face, thumb caressing the apple of your cheeks. “if…if that’s what you really want then… but go slow, love. don't hurt yourself, okay?” 
you inwardly melt at his concern as you flash him a smile, “thank you, ‘luc. i’ll be careful, i promise.” 
he huffs out a sigh while his hands brush your hair out of your face, “yeah, that’s what you said last time before you choked on it.”
you giggle at his words before playfully nipping at his skin right above the waistband of his underwear. “and who came almost immediately feeling my throat tighten on his cock?” you tease. 
“darli-mmph-” he tries to argue before you cut him off with a warm wet lick along the heavy shaft of his cock through the fabric of his underwear. 
his breathing instantly becomes heavier as you press teasing opened mouth kisses to his twitching length while your fingers hook over the waistband to slowly drag the last article of clothing off his hips. 
diluc raises himself on an elbow to watch you through hazy vision as he uses his other hand to help you pull the fabric off. 
as you discard them onto the floor by the bed, diluc’s wraps a hand around his throbbing cock squeezing at the base a little, giving himself a couple of short pumps. 
“my love, you don't have to do this,” he tries to convince you one last time as you make yourself comfortable between his thighs, “come lay down, hm? let me make you feel good, bet she’s just aching for it, isn't she, angel?”
you pout at him knowing that he’s trying to rile you up on purpose, hoping that if he gets you needy enough you’ll let him take over. you would be lying to yourself if you said his plan wasn’t effective, not with the way his filthy words strike straight to your cunt making your little hole clench around nothing.
“it’ll be my turn later, wanna taste you first,” you insist, your hands dragging up his thighs, nails lightly raking over the cords of thick muscle. 
diluc’s jaw tightens when your smaller hands replace his on his swollen cock. using both of hands to twist around the entirety of his length, making him draw in a sharp inhale. 
his piercing gaze follows your every movement as you open your mouth slightly, letting a pool of saliva fall past your lips and drop onto his flushed tip. diluc’s lip part in a silent moan as he watches the filthy sight, mind filling with fog as your hands drag across his length smearing your saliva over him. 
his resolve to switch positions finally dying down as he gently tangles his fingers in your hair, subconsciously pushing down the slightest bit trying to encourage your soft lips to meet his drooling cock. 
your lips finally meet his aching tip as you press a sweet kiss to his oozing slit before you take his length into the warmth of your mouth. 
diluc hisses at the feeling of your tongue repeatedly circling around his tip then massaging at the pulsing thick vein on the underside of his cock. 
“mmmh, love, s-slow, go slow,” he pants while his fingers tighten themselves in your hair, trying to grasp for control over the situation he’s found himself in. “doing so good, darling, mmph-! d-dont go any deeper, just-ngh keep it...keep it there.” 
you hum while bobbing your head up and down, the vibrations going right to his tightening balls as he tilts his head up to the ceiling a guttural groan ripping through the room. all senses filled with him, you desperately want to disobey his orders and just want to feel him further. want to feel his tip poke at the back of your throat as you swallow around him, want to know what he sounds like when his hips involuntarily stutter, thrusting his dick down further. 
knowing he’s slowly losing himself in bliss, you test the waters by slowly inching your mouth lower and lower until you feel his coarse red hair tickling your nose. you close your eyes and take a breath before surging forward practically devouring him whole.
the constricting feeling of your throat wrapping around his sensitive tip forces his hips to jerk in surprise, his mind short circuiting at the addicting sensation.
“ah-! l-love, oooh f-fuck! wait-!” he chokes out, his hands fisting tightly in your hair desperately trying to keep your head still, torn between wanting to push you down just a little bit further or pull you off him to scold you for deliberately ignoring his warnings to be careful. 
thick, milky ropes of his cum hit the back of your tongue as he pulls his leaking tip away to keep you from bullying his twitchy cock further into your throat. 
you swallow every spurt of cum, not letting a single drop leak through the corners of your lips. soothingly licking his shaft, softly bringing him down from his high, his chest harshly rising and falling, his eyebrows knitted together as he gazes at you with glossed over eyes. 
you lick one last stripe up his length, making his dick twitch in overstimulation, before sitting on your knees in between his legs, hands massaging his flexed thighs. 
he huffs out a breath as he gives you a pointed look, “alright, your privileges have been permanently revoked.” 
your mouth falls open in shock, “what! you liked it, though!” 
he shakes his head as he reaches to grab your elbows to drag you off of your knees. he rolls the both of you over, you now laying underneath him, face caged in by his strong arms. 
he tenderly lays a soft kiss on your lips, cock stirring when he vaguely tastes himself on you. he pulls back just slightly to chastise you, “i distinctly remember telling you to be care-” 
“and i distinctly remember you, once again, cumming as soon as your cock hit my thro-mmph!” you try to interrupt him only for him to cut you off by capturing your lips in a heavy, greedy kiss.
“what am i going to do with you,” he sighs into your mouth as you giggle and wrap your legs around his waist. 
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morallyinept · 3 days
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For anyone who needs to hear this today...
Dieter and I are just weighing in on some of the conversations floating around where people are feeling like they're not wanted here, or who feel like they might want to leave...
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You ARE absolutely wanted here.
Whether you're a creator, reader, silent lurker. It doesn't matter if you have 1 follower or 10k. Whether you write one chapter every few weeks, or churn out fics on the daily.
This is a fandom, not a competition.
You. Are. All. Wanted. Here.
Tumblr, for want of a better analogy, is a crap factory of a website. 😝 It's gone down the pan in the last decade massively, and it's the complete opposite of what other social media platforms do, (in terms of likes and algorithims etc... you have to re-blog everything - not like it - here to get any traction) you get out of Tumblr what you put in, effectively.
No-one here is better than anyone else, we're all part of that big Pedro table and continuously squish up to make room for everyone. And if anyone isn't doing that, then they should be the one's to leave, not you.
I get it. I feel it too. I've contemplated leaving several times. Yeah. It's a hard place sometimes to try and make a tiny space of it your own.
☝🏻But remember, even the biggest blogs on here started off with zero followers and had to build their niche from scratch. Rome wasn't built in a day.
It takes time and effort. It might look like it's easy for others, but it really isn't. And I'm in no way a "big blog" in the slightest.
But I stay here doing my own thing, because ultimately, I love writing and creating - it makes me happy, and I love the sense of community here.
I get immense joy out of making my silly banners and posts, and having a giggle with like-minded people when Pedro shaves his beard off (🫠). I ignore the drama and focus on having a positive time here.
But I get that doesn't work for everybody. Sometimes it's hard to tune all the fuzz out, right? It's massively overwhelming some days on here - I feel ya, bub.
The level of talent in this fandom is incredible, but it often leaves you feeling like "where do I begin?" Or "who do I talk to?" And "how do I talk to someone without coming across as weird?" And "how the hell do I re-blog everything and reply to comments and remember to answer DM's and Asks, whilst remembering to update my WIP and see what my fav blogs have posted, and catch up on that fic I like..? 🤯
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In short, you can't.
You simply can't do everything.
And you shouldn't try to either as that's when you'll burn out and when things start feeling overwhelming. Then your enjoyment wanes and then that's when you feel like you want to give it all in.
Just breathe.
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The best advice I can give (and I'm no expert!) is to curate your own experience here as best as you can.
Eliminate that overwhelming feeling to make your Tumblr time and space enjoyable.
Make it work for you and your needs.
Some easy things you can do that might help:
Update your notifications - I personally filter out the likes, otherwise I find I miss notifs like new followers or comments etc... Tumblr can be glitchy as hell too, so by removing the likes, you can see all the stuff you don't wanna miss. To turn them off, go into your activity (app version) and hit custom, scroll down to custom again and then untick likes:
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There's a new option now to subscribe to specific blogs you like and adjust your home feed settings to that. You click on the blogs themselves and add them to get notifications and then they'll appear under Blog Subs on your feed. You can then switch through feeds to just see the blogs you've added, rather than everyone you follow. It's then easy to switch between feeds:
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Limit your time here - if it starts to feel overwhelming, take a break! That's your brain telling you that you might need it. We'll all still be here when you come back. Don't compromise your peace of mind or happiness for the sake of scrolling for hours.
If you're a creator and have writer's block etc... again, take that break! Whether it's a day or a week, or a year. Take as long as you need. Those that are worth it will still be here and will wait patiently for you. Don't put unnecessary pressure on yourself. And if anyone does pressure you, block them.
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Forget the numbers. I know, I know, it's easier said than done. Of course we want re-blogs and engagement, it's why we're here and putting our work out there. We wouldn't do it if we didn't want that engagement. But don't let the numbers be the main reason why you do it, otherwise your expectation can often be met with a harsh reality when it doesn't go how you think it will. Do it because it makes you happy, first and foremost. There will always be someone who looks forward to what you put out there.
If you want engagement, you need to engage back. This community survives and thrives on sharing. Re-blog everything you like. Re-blogging is the number one must on Tumblr. It's how the site works. Likes are lovely, but it's simply just a book marking feature here, which is essentially useless as your likes get pushed to the bottom of your like pile the more you like things. RE-BLOG EVERYTHING. By re-blogging you can also use tags so you can easily find things again. Liked that Frankie Morales fic you read last week? Re-blog it with the tag 'Frankie Morales' for example, and then you can search your own blog to find everything you've ever tagged with 'Frankie Morales'. You can even schedule re-blogs in advance too. You can't do any of that with likes. You'd have to scroll through every single like you've ever liked to find it again... and ain't no-one got time for that. If you're someone who is asking for engagement, you need to be prepared to give it back. I repeat, RE-BLOG EVERYTHING!
"Yeah, but if I re-blog everything, my aesthetic will be compromised, or my blog will be bulky and I might annoy everyone by appearing on their feed too much..." These are all valid concerns, but you can simply make a side blog specific for re-blogging things if you want. Whatever way you choose to do it, re-blog, re-blog, re-blog!
Be bold and reach out using DM's and ASK's. I don' think there's a single writer or artist out there who doesn't like getting a comment or a message complimenting their work. And we all love to chat about it, and that's an easy way in and to make friends too! It can be daunting, but I assure you if you're polite and kind, people will want to engage back with you. We all have one thing in common here at least - Pedro! 🥰
Sometimes, it can feel like everyone has their own friend groups or cliques and it can be hard to find your own community within a community. Almost everyone I engage with on a daily basis here, new and old users, are some of the nicest, kindest people I've spoken to. You really have nothing to be afraid of. They're just like you - they want to talk and make friends.
These are just some tips that I've found have worked for me on my own Tumblr journey with quelling that overwhelming feeling. And I hope they can help you in some way, especially if you're contemplating being here right now.
You might feel that what you put out there isn't appreciated because it doesn't get the notes or engagement you want, but I promise you, there is always someone who you have touched with your words and work.
Be kind to yourself and know that you really are a valued part of this fandom.
🖤
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YOU. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. YOU. THINK. 🖤
Do you. Then do Dieter.
Self-Care With Dieter & Jett
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drvscarlett · 13 hours
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Let Him Cook Pt4
Series Part 1, 2, 3, 4
Taglist: @bookstore-of-dreams @barcelonaloverf1life @ririyulife @minseok-smaus @mehrmonga @sltwins @charlesgirl16 @six-call @spideybv28 @casperlikej @weekendlusting @janeholt3 @evie-119 @leilanixx @randomgirlnumber-13 @itsjustkhaos
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Y/NCooks just posted a photo.
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Y/NCooks Finally some vitamin seaaaaaaaaaaaaa
User1 Oh she is living the life!
Friend1 Say hi to the boyfriend for me
YNCooks he says hi Friend1 enjoy lovebirds!!!
User2 She is so hot and her boyfriend is equally hot. Power couple!
User3 Something about that back and that filter seems kinda familiar.
User4 OMG right? Its like I know it from somewhere but I can't pinpoint it. User5 I thought I was the only one but it seems like its really familiar.
User6 Its giving a pinterest vibes! She is everything I aspire to be.
User7 Are you still the one in-charge of cooking Y/N?
Y/NCooks Yuppp. But don't worry because he lifts the grocery and pays for the food, its an equal relationship User8 The boyfriend seems like a catch
User9 God when will it be me?
Charles_Leclerc just posted a photo.
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Charles_Leclerc good food and good company
User1 Who is that??? Who is that hand?????
User2 Charles is finally breaking his single streak, a sad day for all the Charles girlies
PierreGasly Oh so that's why your boat was missing Charles_Leclerc I'm not discussing it here PierreGasly We just want to know, who is the lucky lady User3 Ohmygod Pierre just found out just like we all did
User4 That blue filter is back
User5 Just when we thought he forgot about it
User6 why is everyone and their partners softlaunching in a yacht
User7 who else is in a yacht? User6 There's this homecook and masterchef winner named Y/N that is softlaunching their partner on a yacht User7 Oh bestie that back looks familiar, don't you think User9 User9 SUSPICIOUS!!! User9 Nah, I highly doubt Charles can bag a chef. I mean the man couldn't cook pasta and its just pasta User7 you are probably right, im just delulu
"This is getting mildly annoying"Charles pouted "Usually they are quick to connect the pieces"
"All in due time honey"
It was actually a funny thing for you since fans find it highly impossible that Charles could bag a chef as his partner. You wouldn't tell Charles but you admit that his cooking skills is not a major selling point to a lot of chefs out there.
Ever since MasterChef ended, you two have been open about going public. The relationship has been kept in wraps for over 3 years so Charles is feeling pretty confident that it has already been a tested by time. But more than that, Charles opened up how he wanted to go public so that he'll be able to showcase his support.
"I can't wait for them to figure it out just so I can tell the world that I am the luckiest guy in the world for having you as my partner" he clings to you as a loopy smile appears on his face.
"And I can't wait to showcase the world how you have been drastically improving with your cooking skills" you smile "You can be my sous chef when you are off season"
"I'm not really sure if you are being sarcastic but I'll take this as a win and I'm considering myself masterchef approved"
The Gordon incident
There were 5 missed calls from Charles which made you slightly worried. You were unable to answer the call since you were driving home. You immediately rushed to the apartment and you saw a weird scenario. Charles was spread out on the floor, face down and seems to be in pain.
"What happened to you?"you asked as you set down your bag at the counter.
"Leave me be, I am a disgrace. I have fallen from heaven." Charles moped.
"Seriously honey, what's going on. You are scaring me"
Charles only lifted his phone for you to look at. You looked at it and it was a screenshot from Twitter with a quote tweet from Gordon about the pasta incident.
"Charles, you can't bag a chef if your cooking is as disastrous as that. Call me when you have the time-Oh my god. Gordon did not just say that" you burst out laughing.
"Laugh in my misery, go ahead and laugh."
You have to contain your giggles but then you cannot seem to help yourself. Charles continued to mope at the floor how no one will believe that you are his girlfriend now.
"It was just one time that I wasn't able to cook pasta properly, one time"
"Yes honey but the internet is forever"
After a while, Charles got up and you were slightly confused when he started bringing out the pots and pans out of the cupboard. He took out some of the pasta and then he grabbed his apron.
"You are going to teach me and we won't stop till I get a good pasta redemption" Charles said with full determination.
There was a bright idea that suddenly popped in your head, "I think I can do something better than that"
You started to type in your phone and after a while your phone started ringing. A familiar face on the screen and Charles almost fainted after hearing the accent.
"YOU GOT GORDON ON SPEED DIAL TO TEACH ME?"
Dinner with the drivers
The Australian Grand Prix was the first time that you actually met Charles' friends and former teammates. Charles arranged for an exclusive dinner with the grid drivers of 2025 in your restaurant.
"How did you get a reservation here Charles? I have been trying to get one for my parents, they love the Chef here and supported her during the masterchef days"Oscar asked.
"I know someone" Charles was trying his best to suppress his grin and elaborate further.
"Make sure to tell me later, I would love to bring my parents here. Cheers mate"
Dinner went on progressively well. There were variation of cuisines available and it catered to their specific Even Lewis loved that the vegan option was vast and Nando even agrees that if this is how much food options vegan has then he can go Vegan.
It was now tiMe for dessert and some drivers opted for a coffee while some thinks they deserve for a cheat day.
"Is this Ferrari's new strategy to shaving weight?"Max joked "Make the other drivers eat more so the car will be unbalanced"
"Fred is getting more creative with his strategy eh. Last year with my appendix and this year with Charles' food"Carlos agreed
The whole table erupted with the antics but Pierre is dying with curiosity already. Charles kept on mentioning how tonight is a really important night for him to announce something. He can't forget this dinner since its all that Charles has been talking about ever since they arrived in Australia.
"But in all honesty, you said you have something to tell us Charles" Pierre wondered "I'm dying to know"
Charles excused himself for a second and all the drivers on the table watched as he went to the kitchen. You were still in your chef's jacket when Charles spotted you.
"Is it time already? Do I look okay?"
"You look more than gorgeous mon amour"Charles replied, giving you a soft kiss to the cheeks.
The two of you walked out of the kitchen with hands interlaced with one another. The table suddenly fell quiet as they saw the two of you approaching the table. Charles has the most smug grin on his face.
"Everyone, I would like you to introduce the talented and amazing Chef for tonight Y/N" Charles lifted your intertwined hands "And she's also my girlfriend"
The drivers were all silent and shocked as they pieced out everything together. Then the flurry of questions started.
"Did you try Charles' pasta?" "Were you poisoned to say yes to him?" "How on earth did Charles get a MasterChef winner" "Can you teach me how you made the appetizer with the pea and corn"
It was so funny and you two were in a long night for explaining. But as you sat down bext to Charles, you felt at ease. You know that you can handle anything together.
The accidental reveal
Charles_Leclerc just posted a photo.
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Charles_Leclerc We’ll do everything together to get as many of those trophies in the years to come
User1 Charles is a future WDC
User2 those trophies needs a little bit of polishing, don't you think?
User3 The dust that they have been collecting
User4 Leave the man alone, he's away from home 24/7
User5 is it just me or did you guys see the MasterChef trophy at the back
User6 isn't that the australian trophy, maybe its the p2 from last year User7 nooo! User5 is right, it has the logo
User8 SIR THAT TROPHY IN THE BACK ISN'T YOURS
landonorris lol since when did you have time to do a sidequest with masterchef while we race User10 LANDO! maxverstappen1 surprised he can hold himself till the end. CarlosSainz55 surprised he can cook Charles_Leclerc uninvited for dinner landonorris NOW WAIT A SECOND
Charles_Leclerc and Y/NCooks posted a photo.
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Charles_Leclerc spot the game difference is getting difficult.
User1 Man really said fuck it!
User2 I can't believe this crossover
User3 If someone told me this happened a year ago, I would have laughed at you User4 There is no way Charles_Leclerc Why not, I have lots of redeeming qualities
User5 So you mean to say Charles Leclerc is the boyfriend she has been talking about in MasterChef. How did we not piece this out together?
User6 The adopted by the italian family. The cake after Charles P3 in Jeddah. The long distance relationship. THE LECLERC BROTHERS AS HER CLOSEST FRIENDS. HOW DID WE NOT SEE IT User7 I think its because we think Charles can't bag Y/N Charles_Leclerc you all underestimated me
User8 My new favorite trope, the woman who loves to cook for Gordon and the man who loves to get grilled by Gordon
User9 IM LAUGHING! Remember that tweet Charles_Leclerc I'll have you know that I have improved!
User12 Where can I get Y/N, she is so beautiful and talented
Charles_Leclerc sorry out of stock!!!!
User10 Im laughing at how Charles is fighting everyone in the comment section. He really said, he has time
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Y/NCooks the first two was taken two weeks into dating. We preferred staying indoors and the comforts of the house so we could have our privacy. Charles burned the fries and that's a photo of him insisting it was crispy not burnt // fast forward to two weeks ago when he insisted on cooking pasta and making pizza, it was pretty good. The pasta was actually al dente and the pizza was made from scratch.
Thank you honey for growing with me for the past 3 years. I love you all the way from Melbourne to Monaco (or whichever country you are in rn)
User1 This is so wholesome, I ship them together
User2 CHARLES CREMATED THE FRIES
User3 3 YEARS???? THAT MADE ME EVEN MORE SURPRISED
Gordongram FINALLY. The boyfriend is revealed. Hope I can taste some of your cooking Charles_Leclerc
Charles_Leclerc please have mercy on me Y/NCooks He cooks as much as he can so he can cook for you as a thanks for your tutorial lessons User5 GORDON TAUGHT CHARLES???? WHATTTT
User6 God I have seen what you have done for others
User7 I'm looking back at every post of Y/N about the boyfriend. I think I'm sleeping at the highway
User8 same, they are so lovely with each other
User9 Couple goals!
Charles_Leclerc I love you so much. But I thought you deleted that first date photo
Y/NCooks the internet is forever honeyyyyy User10 I love them so much
landonorris so now the cat is out of the bag, can you teach me how to cook now?
yukitsunoda0511 me tooooo! maxverstappen1 i wanna learn too Charles_Leclerc you're cooking maxverstappen1 ??? maxverstappen1 if you can cook, anyone can cook Charles_Leclerc you are always cooking during the races, let me have this maxverstappen1 no :)) landonorris I JUST WANT COOKING LESSONS!
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The Sweetest Fruit In The Garden - Part 6
Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Older!Fem!Reader
Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Smut, hints of Angst
Summary: After college Miguel is quick to find a good paying job as an IT technician, he is also popular with the ladies and despite his sometimes grumpy behaviour, his friends are still tolerating him. Life is good. Then why doesn't he feel happy? While visiting his parents in the summer for a few weeks he may just find the only thing missing from his life.
Warnings: swearing, sex, dirty talk, Reader is hot and then cold and it turns Miggy crazy, but poor boy is in l.o.v.e. Didn't proofread.
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You didn't know how long you were asleep, but you woke up feeling like something heavy was on you. As your mind started to clear from the sleep and you opened your eyes, you saw that it was still dark and the only light coming in was from the streetlamps outside. You were laying on your back and you only needed a few seconds to realize what was the weight you felt. Or more like who.
Miguel was really clingy when it came to you, wasn't he? When you looked down you saw his head resting on your chest, as he was laying half on top of you, with one hand hugging your upper body and one of his legs resting on top of yours. He seemed very comfortable and you couldn't stop yourself from lifting your hands to caress his muscular back with one hand and your other was in his hair, smoothing out his thick locks between your fingers.
You closed your eyes, trying to fall back asleep, but soon you felt him take a deep breath in and he hugged you closer to himself, kissing the side of your boob.
"Can't sleep?" - you heard his raspy voice.
"No. Some big ass dude is sleeping on top of me, crushing my lungs." - you answered, still caressing him slowly.
"What an asshole." - he commented, as he lifted his head and pushed himself up a little on the bed to kiss you. - "Maybe he can do something to make you forgive him." - he suggested as his lips traveled to your neck, then you felt him push your legs apart and he started rubbing your clit.
You moaned quietly as your body immediately reacted to him. You were exhausted, your pussy was a bit sore because of his size, but you felt arousal building in your lower belly and you were wet in no time.
"Yeah, he can get lost." - you sighed and pushed your head back more to give him better access to your neck.
"Mhm. He's trying to get lost." - he murmured and you felt his hard cock poke your thigh. - "In your pussy."
You snorted.
"That was terrible."
"Maybe you should make sure I don't talk then." - he said and kissed you again.
You kept him close as you hugged his neck and moaned needily when he climbed fully on top of you and positioned himself at your entrance.
"Let me fuck you, baby. I want you so bad." - he whispered against your lips heatedly.
"I'm still sensitive." - you replied, but you kept kissing him.
"I know, mi amor. If it hurts we'll stop. Promise you tell me."
You nodded and felt him push the tip in. You gasped a little and he stopped moving. You licked deeper into his mouth and guided his hand back to your clit. He started to caress you slowly and when you got even wetter, he pushed deeper.
He tilted his head back to moan and pulled out until only the tip was in, then he rolled his hips forward until he was almost fully in.
"Fuuuuck...!" - you whined and you wrapped your legs around his waist and dig your heels into the spot between his ass and thigh to make him go deeper.
"Shit, carino, feels good?"
"No, I'm a moaning, drenched mess, because it feels fucking horrible."
"Hmm, what every guy wants to hear." - he said and he grabbed both of your hands, and moved them above your head. He intertwined his fingers with yours and looked deep in your eyes as he thrusted inside you hard. - "Like this, you dumb slut?"
You made a sound that was a mix of a moan and a laugh and Miguel smirked as your eyes rolled back, and he set a hard and semi fast tempo.
The only thing you could do was to moan and squeeze him with your legs and hands. You were so wet you could hear everytime he fucked into you and you looked at him when the headboard started slamming against the wall because of his powerful thrusts.
"We're gonna wake the neighbours." - you moaned out.
"If that's your biggest concern, I'm not fucking you good enough." - he grunted.
This wasn't true at all, you just became self conscious when you started hearing it, but then you knew what he meant. He pushed himself up more, putting one hand on the pillow next to your head, and grabbing one of the poles in the headborad with his other and he started slamming his hips so hard into yours, that you were sure the whole city could hear your screams. And maybe your neighbours thought you wanted the bed to go through the wall.
"Oohh, you're being really loud now, chica, what now?"
"Fu... fu... fuck you!" - you moaned, as you tried to hold onto him. If you hurt him by sinking your nails into his back, he either didn't mind or even enjoyed it.
"You're doing it already, chica. You really become dumb when you have a cock inside you." - he grunted, throwing his head back and letting out a low growl. Your thight, wet pussy was gripping his huge cock so hard and he couldn't get enough. He just wanted to fuck your little hole for the end of time.
"Another reason why women are better off without men."
You started moving your hips too. His cock was too much and not enough. He was deeper in you than anyone ever before yet it wasn't enough. More. Everytime your were with Miguel that was the word that played on repeat in your head. More of his cock. More of his kisses, more of his hugs, more of him. It made you mad and made you feel so good at the same time.
"Rude."
He pulled out of you and pushed his hair back from his forehead as he moved a little backwards on his knees. He grabbed your hips and rolled you on your stomach, then he roughly pulled your hips back, until you were on your hands and knees and he entered you again, slowly. He started moving again and his hands caressed you ass, hips, waist and back, until he could feel your walls ease up around him again, then he sped up.
You liked that he wasn't just using your body however he wanted, but made sure that it wasn't uncomfortable for you and that you enjoyed it too. This should be the standard, but unfortunately most men couldn't care less. But then again, Miguel wasn't like most men.
You felt his hands kept going to your ass more than the rest of your body, squeezing your flesh a little, everytime they were there.
"See something you like?" - you asked, arching your back.
You grinned when you heard him chuckle.
"I feel something I like." - he panted, watching as his cock disappeared in you everytime he thrusted forward, then his gaze travelled to your ass and he squeezed the cheeks hard, making you moan. He tilted his head a little as he licked his lips, then slapped one side lightly.
"Oh!" - you let out a surprised cry, and pushed yourself back more into him.
"Look at that." - he murmured, then slapped the other side too a little harder.
"Fuck!"
"Hmmm, naughty girl." - he growled and squeezed you so hard his fingertips sank into your flesh as he started fucking you rougher.
"Miguel, oh my god!" - you sobbed out, as you leaned down to push your face into your pillows.
He felt so good inside you, you felt tears well up in your eyes again and you could only moan and take everything he gave you. You felt him follow you, his chest and stomach rested on your back as he kept fucking you. This way he couldn't pull out much, so it made his thrusts even more devastating.
"Your pussy is squeezing me so hard, chica." - he panted in you ear. - "Feels so good. This pussy was meant to take my cock."
He pushed a hand under you and when he started playing with your clit, you were sure you're gonna pass out. The pillow muffled your screams and he didn't like it. He grabbed it and tossed it to the side.
"Your sounds belong to me, you understand? Don't hide them from me. They're mine. You're mine." - he kept growling in your ear as your cries gained volume. The more he spoke the faster you were pushed towards the edge. Why did you like it so much when he became possessive? - "Fuck, you're close, your pussy is gripping my cock, like it doesn't wanna let it go. You like it when I talk to you like that? You like it when I call you mine?"
This was wrong, you shouldn't have came when he said that, but here you were, moaning and sobbing and pulsing around his thick cock, until he reached his own release and emptied himself inside you with hard, powerful thrusts and low growls.
Fuck, if you weren't cumming already, the sounds he made when he was high on pleasure would surely make you reach your peak in no time.
You felt him pull out and collapse on the bed next to you, panting heavily. You remained on your stomach, but pulled your head back a little from the wet spot on the mattress below your cheek. Jesus.
Miguel turned his head to look at you, as he still tried to level his breathing and he reached out to grab you and pull you closer to him, until you were cuddled close to him, laying half on top of him.
"Good?" - he asked as he started caressing your back and sides.
"I don't think you understand what you're doing to me. I fucking drooled on the mattress while you were fucking me."
Miguel laughed.
"That sounded like you're complaining." - he said and kissed the top of your head.
"I am." - you said in a grumpy voice and sniffled.
He grinned bigger and tilted your head back so he could look at your face. In the dim light he could see your eyes and cheeks sparkling from your tears. Knowing the reason for it made his heart race. He wiped the wetness away with his thumb from both sides.
"Sorry for fucking you good, princesa."
"I can also feel you dripping out of me."
"That's your fault. Told you you shouldn't waste it."
You narrowed your eyes at him and he did the same. Then you both started chuckling.
"Seriously, though, I have to clean myself up." - you said as you started to pull away, then you stopped, and looked at Miguel.
"What?" - he asked.
You turned and switched on the small lamp on your nightstand. You stood up awkwardly, trying to not leak more, and you looked at the bed. You lifted the blanket but you didn't see stains just the fresh one from now.
"Before I fall asleep earlier, did I go to the bathroom?"
"No. I carried you here from the couch, then you passed out immediately."
"How come there are no stains from the previous...?"
"I cleaned you up."
Your eyebrows shot up.
"While I was asleep?"
"Yeah. When I laid beside you and pulled you close your inner thighs were wet and sticky. Thought you'd rest more comfortable if you're cleaned up."
You opened then closed your mouth several times and you were sure you looked like a fish. Miguel smiled.
"You're welcome."
Okay, you thought that was sweet of him, but now he just looked smug.
"Where did you put the towel?"
"What towel?"
"You cleaned me with?"
"Who said I used a towel?"
"What did you use?"
Miguel looked down at your naked body and your slightly sparkling inner thighs, licked his lips slowly then looked back at you with a smirk.
Your eyes widened.
"You... you... you... while I was... you... while I was... asleep?"
"Sí. I knew we'll taste good together and I was right."
Your jaw dropped.
"Is that bad?" - he asked confused and you pointed a finger at him.
"You're a pig."
Miguel snorted then he moved towards you, getting on his knees.
"No, I'm using water this time!" - you said and turned around to hurry in the bathroom, while you were trying to squeeze your thighs together.
Miguel laughed and layed back in the bed, waiting for you. The smile slowly faded from his face and he started biting his lower lip when he checked the time on the clock on the bedside table. It was almost 3 am.
He felt an uncomfortable push in his chest, like something heavy was sitting on it. He didn't want this night to end. You said you only let this happen once and in the morning it will be over.
The sex was mind blowing, yes, he never felt it being this good with anyone ever before. Everything was more intense, more intimate and he loved it.
But the date was good too. Great even. Miguel had a wonderful time and back in the restaurant, when you kept touching him, he felt like you two were a real couple. And it made him happy. Out in the street you reminded him what the two of you are when you refused to hold his hand, but then you hooked your arm around his and smiled up at him like he was the center of your world. He wanted you to always look at him like that. And the observatory... You smiled so much. You laughed so much. You seemed happy. Would you really throw this all away because you felt like you shouldn't be together? Because of silly little things like numbers and because you're friends with his mom? She would understand. If she really loved both of you she would.
When you got back from the bathroom in your pink robe, Miguel watched your every move. You walked to the drawer and pulled out a black nightgown. You moved to the chair that was in one corner of the room pulled down your robe and gently put it on the chair. Then while you still had your back to him you pulled on the cloth that looked like a very long shirt and when you turned around, one corner of Miguel's lips curled up. The big print on the front said 'I'm great in bed' in white and with smaller font under it it continued with 'I can sleep for days'.
"Getting shy?" - he teased, finding it amusing you wanted to wear something for sleep after all the filthy things you did.
"I don't really like sleeping naked, it feels weird." - you shrugged as you walked to the bed.
After you climbed in it and got comfortable under the blanket, you reached for the bedside table and picked up a cream. After you took of the lid, you placed them on your stomach and started massaging the cream into your hands. When you were done you dipped your finger in the cream again, then reached for one of Miguel's hands, took it in yours and started massaging it into his skin too.
He looked at you in surprise, but you were looking at his hands like a woman on duty and applied some on his other hand too. Miguel felt warmth spread across his chest and he smiled.
"Thought you like my hands."
"I do. They're just a bit dry." - you said without looking at him and you put the lid back on the cream and lifted it up for him to see the label and brand. - "I like this one the most, it's great for dry hands, but it's not greasy. It also has a nice scent, but it doesn't have any perfume in it."
Miguel lifted his hands to his face and smelled them. His smile widened when he recognized the scent. He felt it everytime he kissed your hands. He loved it.
"Thank you."
You gave him a small smile then turned on your side to put the cream back on your nightstand and turn off the lamp. You laid down with a sigh and closed your eyes.
Miguel licked his lips and slowly moved closer to you, laying down directly behind you. He slowly put one arm around you and his heart calmed down when you lifted your own so his can rest under it. He gently moved closer and pulled you back a little so your bodies were as close as possible. Since he was much taller than you, the top of your head was just under his chin. It made him smile. Earlier, when you were sleeping and his head was laying on your chest, his legs were dangling from the bed, because your bed is smaller than his. He didn't mind it though. It felt good laying in your arms. And this was nice too.
"Buenas noches, chica."
"Good night, Miggy."
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The next morning you woke up before your alarm went off. Fortunately, during the night Miguel rolled over to his other side, so you could get up without waking him. You watched him a little as he was laying on his stomach with a hand tucked under the pillow that he was hugging. He was a beautiful man and you admired the muscles on his back and arms, then your gaze moved lower to look at his leg that was peeking out from under the blanket. His thigh was muscular too and you bit your lip seeing why it felt so good when he fucked you.
After you both woke up in the middle of the night and had sex again, you saw the marks he left on your body in the mirror while you were cleaning yourself up in the bathroom. There were hickeys and bite marks on your neck and chest, and you could still feel the spots on your hips and ass where he was gripping you hard while he fucked you. He was a passionate lover and you loved every second of being with him. If you were just a few years younger you would make it your mission to keep him.
The thought of him being with someone else made something in your chest hurt, but you had to push your feelings aside. It will be better for everyone if you two went on your seperate ways. Maybe he liked you now, but who knows how he will feel when you get older, while he is still so young and only going to become more attractive for the women around him as he is approaching his thirties. He already was a very handsome man, but you know there's something in men as they get older that make most women go crazy. When he reaches thirty, you're already going to be forty-five. There's just no way he will want to be with you, when younger chicks will be circling him, wanting to be the center of his attention.
With a sigh and one last glance at him, you quietly walked out of the room and closed the door behind you.
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Miguel yawned big and he slowly turned on his back to stretch, letting out a satisfied grunt when he heard (and felt) a pop somewhere in his shoulder. He turned his head to your side of the bed with a sleepy smile, but then he frowned when he saw it was empty.
He sighed and wiped his eyes and face. Of course you wouldn't be here. You told him it will be over in the morning. He just wished it didn't hurt. He sat up on the bed and ran his fingers through his messy locks a few times. He knew it was Friday and you had to go to work, but he thought you would at least wake him up before you're leaving. Maybe you left a spare key for him to lock the flat.
His ears perked up when he heard a noise from outside the room. Were you still here? He threw the blanket off him and stood up, spotting his clothes on the chair in the corner folded neatly.
He tilted his head curiously as he walked there and picked them up. His shirt had all the buttons. He sank his teeth into his lower lip when he remembered how you ripped it off of him, making the buttons fly everywhere. Did you sew them back? He felt himself smiling when he pictured you on the couch sewing his shirt wearing your cute reading glasses and your tongue poking out as you concentrated. Suddenly a floral scent hit him and he lifted his clothes to his nose and inhaled deeply and he chuckled when he realized that you also washed his clothes.
He pulled on his boxer briefs and went to the bathroom, then after he finished in there, he made his way over towards the livingroom.
He found you in the kitchen. You were leaning against the counter with your ass while you sipped on your coffee. You had your phone in your other hand, looking at it as you were mindlessly scrolling through whatever app you had open.
You were wearing a mint green suit with a simple white shirt, and instead of wearing heels, you were wearing a comfortable pair of white sneakers.
Miguel used the opportunity that you didn't sense him yet in the room and took you in. It felt bittersweet seeing you like this, getting ready for a day after you spent a passionate night together. He knew it was the first and last time he saw you like this.
"Buenos días!"
You looked up surprised and your eyes widened when you saw him that he was practically still naked. Miguel smiled when he saw your gaze travel all over his body quickly then you cleared your throat as you turned your back to him and put your mug in the sink.
"Good morning! There's coffee if you want some." - you said pointing towards the machine.
"Thanks. Did you really sew and wash my clothes?" - he asked amused as he poured himself some coffee.
You snorted as you washed your mug.
"Yeah. Can you imagine your mom's face when she sees you go home in your torn shirt?"
Miguel grinned and put some sugar and milk in his coffee, then he walked towards you. He felt you tense up when his chest touched your back, but he wrapped an arm around your middle and leaned over your shoulder to kiss your cheek. He then pushed his nose in your neck and inhaled deeply.
"I love your scent."
"Uh, thank you."
Miguel noticed that you started to pull up the walls around you, just like you did when he wanted to get closer to you before you finally agreed to the date.
"You should've woke me up when you got up too."
"Why?"
You saw as Miguel put the mug on the counter, then he turned you to face him. He cupped your face gently and leaned down to kiss you. You didn't stop him, but he frowned when you didn't kiss him back. He pulled back a little.
"Why are you like this?" - he asked quietly as his thumb caressed your cheek.
You gulped, avoiding his eyes, then you pushed on his chest, so you could go to the dining table and put your things in the bag you needed for work.
"Why are you like this?" - you asked back.
"I wanted to kiss the woman I had an awesome date with, and who spent the last night screaming my name because of the things I did to her."
You felt warmth spread across your body when you remembered all the things that happened. You wished it didn't have that effect on you.
"We agreed that it's only gonna be one night." - you huffed as you finally looked at him.
This conversation would go so much smoother if he wasn't half naked and your mind could focus on something else than how bad you want to feel him on top of you again.
"Yes, well, I changed my mind."
You glared at him.
"This is not how it works!"
"That's too bad. Because this is how I feel."
You huffed out a laugh.
"How you feel? Please tell me what feelings you have for the woman you only met a fucking week ago."
Miguel frowned.
"Don't do that." - he said in a stern voice.
"Don't do what?"
"Don't talk to me like I'm a fucking child."
"Then stop acting like one."
"That's funny coming from you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you are the only one acting immature! You like me! I know you do, but you... you put on this act God knows why and you are pulling up this wall around you to push me away! Why?!"
You always saw Miguel calm and collected, so seeing him raise his voice and gesture wildly while he is asking why you don't want him broke your heart a little. But he's not supposed to know your true feelings. A relationship with him would just end in a heartbreak. You don't want to hurt him more, so you have to end this before it turns into something you can't control. But you were also mad at him. He agreed to the one night stand. You should've known his stubborn ass will want more.
You shook your head.
"It doesn't matter, Miguel."
"It does to me."
You sighed and crossed your arms in front of your chest.
"You're just a hot guy I fucked. End of story. But you wanna turn it into a fucking fairytale."
Miguel looked at you bewildered, then he snorted.
"Oh, so you're gonna act like a bitch now, okay." - he said as he ran his hand over his hair to try and calm himself.
"I'm not acting like a bitch! You're being a selfish asshole! We agreed on something, but now you are throwing a tantrum like a spoiled boy who doesn't get to play with his favourite toy! Why the fuck are you making me the bad guy in a situation that you are trying to fuck up!"
"Oh, so me wanting to be with you is fucking up the situation?!"
"YES! Just accept the fact that women who doesn't wanna be with you exist!"
Miguel closed his eyes and his nose scrunched up as he tried to stop himself from saying something that he would regret later. He didn't want to fight. All he wanted to do was to kiss and hug you. But you're acting like last night didn't mean anything to you.
"I would accept that you don't want to be with me, if it was true."
"It is true, so accept it."
"You are only saying this because you are older than me. What else should I do to make you understand that I don't care?" - he asked more calmly as he slowly took a few steps towards you.
You watched him and felt yourself calm down a little too. He didn't deserve getting yelled at. He was nothing but a gentleman with you during the date and you knew he truly cared about you. You didn't want to fight.
"I just... I don't want anyone right now, okay? And I don't want to fight. I want things to go back to the way it were before yesterday."
"Why? What were we before yesterday?"
"I don't know. Friends?"
"Chica?" - Miguel asked as he stopped in front of you and he cupped your face again gently as he looked down at you. - "Friends don't kiss like this." - he whispered before he captured your lips with his. He wasn't rough, but the way he kissed you was confident and firm. The way he kissed you didn't let room for you to think that you were anything but two souls that were meant to be together. This kiss didn't let you ignore him like the previous one. This kiss demanded a response.
You slowly lifted your hands to rest them on his arms, gently caressing his biceps you admired so much. When you kissed him back, he licked the seam of your lips and he happily took your breath away when you finally opened up to him. He had a firm grip on the back of your head, refusing you to pull away before he could pour his every emotion into you. Only after that he broke away to let you inhale some oxygen into your lungs.
He caressed your jaw with his thumb when you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes he loved so much.
"Why are you so fucking annoying?"
Miguel burst out laughing and he pecked your lips again.
"So you can put me in my place."
You sighed and looked at your watch.
"If you don't dress up in 2 minutes, I will put you in your place. Outside. In the ground."
Miguel pouted.
"Does that mean I can't stay here to wait until you get back from work?"
"Don't push your luck, pal."
He grinned and ran back to the bedroom to dress up. He was done in under 2 minutes.
"Do I get a treat for being a good boy?" - he asked with that annoyingly handsome smirk of his.
"Yeah, I won't kick your ass." - you replied as you pushed him out of the apartment, then locked your door.
When you turned around he pushed you against the door, trapping you like the night before. He was looking down at your lips as he caressed your hip.
"When can I see you again?"
Fuck his low, sexy voice, his deep red eyes, his tall ass body and devilishly handsome face.
"We're not a couple, Miguel." - you reminded him.
"And whose fault is that?"
You narrowed your eyes at him.
"I like you. Very much. Doesn't matter if you don't wanna accept the fact." - he said.
"Just... let me think about it, okay? Give me some time. Can you do that?"
Miguel felt like his heart just grew bigger in his chest. He gave you a brilliant smile.
"Yeah."
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Miguel felt annoyed. What he thought "giving you some time" means is that you would actually talk in the meantime. What it really meant is that you were avoiding him.
He should've known. You irritating, annoying little... witch.
You only sent some half assed replies to his messages. Okay you asked him to give you time, but was it bad that he continued sending you good morning texts and checked in on you during the day to ask how were you? Others would kill for a boyfriend like that. But nooo, you only sent one word sentences back like: "Fine." "Busy." "Tired.".
Why was it that the only woman whom he wanted to recieve attention from doesn't give him any? This is some kind of joke the universe is playing on him.
He didn't see you in four days. FOUR. He missed you so much he could practically hear your voice.
Miguel's ears perked up when he heard talking from downstairs.
Wait, it was your voice.
He felt his heart start racing. You were having such a tight grip on him. He loved and hated it at the same time. He loved it, because he just knew he had the same effect on you. He heated it, because you were denying that fact. Who knew making a woman happy required so much work?
He practically ran down the stars and his heart did that jump in his chest it only did when he saw you. You were sitting at the dining table with Tyler while Conchata was serving the food.
"Ah there you are! I was just about to call up to you!" - his mom smiled brightly at him.
"Hello, Miguel." - you greeted him casually.
Ugh. He rather you hated him than being indifferent with him.
"Hi." - he replied the same way and he sat down next to Tyler, and in front of you. - "Didn't know you were coming over."
"Maybe that's because you didn't invite me." - came your smartass reply, but Miguel wasn't in the mood for it.
"Why? Would you have came if I invited you?" - he asked, forcing himself not to snap.
You glared at him, but bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from saying something you really shouldn't in front of his parents.
"Excuse his manners, he's being a real pain in the ass in the last few days." - Tyler said.
"Oh? Is that so?" - you asked.
"Yeah. I don't know what his problem is. Last week he was like a Disney character, practically dancing and singing around the house, then he disappeared Thursday night and he started getting more and more snappy as the days passed since Friday." - Conchata said as she finished putting the food on the table and you all started eating.
"I was just whistling." - Miguel corrected grumpily. - "Also can you stop talking about me, like I wasn't here?"
"Sure, Mr. Grumpy Pants." - Conchata rolled her eyes. - "Anyway, did you start watching that show I told you about?"
"Not yet. Did anything interesting happen?" - you asked back, but you were still thinking about what Conchata said about Miguel. Was he irritated because you were not talking to him? Did it really affect him this much?
"I just wanna shake the female lead sometimes. She's so silly. There's this guy who is very interested in her, but she is older than him and she thinks he is just after her money."
Miguel snorted and you took in a calming breath.
"Well, in her defense, he could be after her money." - you said.
"No, no, no! It's so obvious that the guy wants her. He gets her flowers, she defends her when someone says shit about her, and he is always there when she needs anything."
"He sounds awesome." - Miguel commented.
"More like desperate." - you added before you took a bite of your food.
"Maybe he really wants to see her happy."
"Maybe he will change his mind when the woman grows old and wrinkly while he is still young and can't shake the bitches off of him."
Miguel sighed. Back to square one.
"It seems to me like the heroine is afraid of love."
"It seems to me like the heroine doesn't want to get together with a person whose prefrontal cortex is not fully developed."
Miguel glared at you.
"It seems to me she's too stupid to recognize happiness even when it's right in front of her nose."
"It seems to me he thinks too highly of himself. Maybe she is waiting for someone better."
"It seems to me she is being delusional, thinking she can find better."
"Oh, so she doesn't deserve someone better?"
"No, she deserves the best. She's just too stubborn to accept that it's the guy."
"Maybe she doesn't like the guy, cause his ego is bigger than his dick."
"Maybe he knows his own worth and it scares her, cause she was let down before and she doesn't want to be disappointed again, so she runs away everytime when something good could happen to her."
Your nostrils flared as you galred at Miguel, then you looked down, pushing your food back and forth on the plate with your fork, feeling Miguel's gaze burning a hole in your skull.
"Oh, seems like you do watch the show!" - Tyler said cheerfully, but Conchata's eyes were ping ponging between you and her son.
She cleared her throat.
"Well, now that you put it like that, she sounds stupid." - she said.
You dropped your fork and knife on the plate loudly and rolled your eyes while Miguel smirked. You reached for the bottle of wine and started pouring it in your glass until it was totally full, then you drank it in a few seconds with big gulps. Tyler, Conchata and Miguel watched you with wide eyes.
"Rough week?" - Tyler asked amused.
"It's only Tuesday." - Conchata said and Tyler made a face like asking 'your point is?'.
"More like a rough afternoon." - you said and kicked Miguel's ankle under the table.
Miguel tried to keep his mouth shut as he jumped a little and groaned then glared at you. You smiled back sweetly and drank again.
Conchata and Tyler looked at him with an odd look.
Miguel took another bite of his food.
"It's very delicious." - he muttered with a full mouth.
The rest of the dinner went a bit smoother. After everyone finished eating you all kept drinking - mostly you - and Miguel was sure that after you kicked off your shoes you thought you were rubbing your feet against them, but in reality it was his feet you were massaging with your toes. First he gave you a surprised look, but you were deeply engaged in a conversation with his mother, and by your slightly slurred speech, he knew you didn't have a clue about what you were actually doing.
He didn't stop you though. It felt good and this way you were at least touching him. He really missed you these last few days and he wasn't just talking about the sex. Sure, he was horny for you 24/7, but he missed your banters - the good hearted ones, not whatever the fuck you two were doing earlier - he missed your presence, your jokes, your laughter. As the four of you kept talking - and as you kept drinking - you looked and smiled at him more and more and he had the urge to grab you and pull you to him and sit you in his lap. He knew he couldn't do that though, so he tried to be satisfied with what was happening under the table.
So when it started to became late and you announced that you're gonna call a taxi and go home he could've just kissed his mother when she insisted that Miguel should go with you to make sure you get home safe.
"I don't need a freaking bodyguard!" - you slurred as you stumbled to the door. - "I've never been more sober in my life!" - you pointed at Conchata and almost poked her nose in the process.
"Sure, honey." - she said and opened the door. - "You can't even walk straight."
"I walk however I want! Woohoo!" - you hollered and threw your hands up as you walked to the taxi like you were on a runway.
"Jesus Christ." - Miguel muttered and hurried after you, arriving behind you just in time before you could hit your head in the car as you were about to get in. - "Careful, chica!" - he said as he helped you sit inside.
"I am careful, you... beefcake!"
Conchata facepalmed herself and Tyler doubled over laughing. Miguel rolled his eyes and walked over to the other side of the car to get in too.
"Do you enjoy it?" - Miguel asked.
"Enjoy what?"
"Torturing me?"
"I'm not doing shit."
"Can you give me time? So I can think about it?" - he quoted you, mimicking your voice. - "Then you fucking ghosted me."
"I didn't ghost you, I still replied to you whenever you messaged me."
Miguel rolled his eyes with a scoff.
"Also it sucks right? When someone is lying to you." - you said pointedly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That you said you're okay with the one night stand then suddenly you weren't."
"I'm not gonna apologize for liking you."
"I'm not gonna apologize for saving you a heartbreak."
"Yeah? What if you are already breaking it?"
"Ooohh, my sweet summerchild, you don't know what a real heartbreak is."
"Do you?"
"Maybe."
"Thought you and your ex-husband are on good terms."
"We are."
"Then?"
"Miggy... I would just make your life a living hell. You don't wanna be with me."
Miguel looked at you in confusion, but you were staring at the window, drawing invisible patterns on it with your finger.
"Why do you say that?"
"I am what the kids call... a red flag."
"Oh, are you now?"
"Yeah. I'm a very jealous type."
Miguel licked his lips as he envisioned you glaring at a random chick he is talking to.
"Maybe I'd like that."
You snorted.
"What?"
"Maybe I am so desperate for you to give me any kind of attention that I wouldn't mind you being obsessed with me." - Miguel said.
"Dude, possessive sex is the best." - the cabbie said with a grin as he looked back, but Miguel gave him a death glare, and he gulped and quickly turned back.
"Oh, there wouldn't be possessive sex." - you said to the cabbie. - "I'd just accuse him of cheating on me on a daily basis until he hands me the divorce papers."
"Shit, lady, who hurt you?" - the cabbie asked as he looked at you from the rearview mirror.
"Fun fact: not my ex-husband. He was loyal as far as I know. I had and ex-boyfriend who openly flirted with everyone while I was right next to him. Top that with us having our first anniversary, I got home from work sooner to surprise him and I caught him banging my sister."
"What the fuck?!" - the cabbie and Miguel asked at the same time shocked.
"Yeah, that was fun." - you murmured.
The cab stopped at your flat.
"You know what? This ride was free, that was one of the most fucked up things I've heard during my job, and trust me, I hear a lot."
"Thank you, you are a sweet man!" - you said, and gave him ten dollars anyways, throwing it in the seat next to him when he refused to accept it.
Miguel was already on the other side of the car, helping you out. When the taxi drove away, he turned you to make you face him.
"Is that true?"
"What?" - you asked confused. You were dizzy and just wanted to sleep.
"Your ex and your sister."
"Yeah. Oh! It's not the sister you know! I'm the oldest of three. You talked to the middle one, I love her to death. It's the youngest. She's a bitch. It was a long time ago though, don't worry about it." - you said as you started walking to the building.
"I worry about it. The cabbie is right, that's fucked up. I wish I could knock him out."
"The cabbie?!"
"No! Your ex! Dios mio, chica!" - Miguel grabbed the keys from your hands and opened the door. He walked you up and opened that door too.
When you walked inside, Miguel followed you.
"I'm already at home, safe." - you told him, grumplily.
"Yeah, I just wanna make sure you don't break your neck as you try to go to your bed."
Miguel helped to undress you, ignoring your stubborness when you wanted to do it alone. You accepted defeat and let him help in the end.
When you were in your underwear, he went to your chair that was in the corner and grabbed your black nightdress. When he turned back, you didn't have your bra on. He stopped for a second to look at your body - not that he could stop himself from doing that while he undressed you - and you looked at him annoyed.
"Are you gonna stand there all night or are you gonna give it to me?"
"Oh, I can give it to you if you want."
You rolled your eyes and held your hand out.
Miguel smiled, but instead of giving the nightgown to you, he walked back to you and made you hold up your arms. He pulled the clothing over you then he cupped your face and kissed your forehead. He smiled when the grumpy frown was still on your face.
"Let's get the little angerball in bed." - he said and pulled the blanket up so you can climb under it.
"Smartass."
"I am, what are you gonna do about it?"
"I'm gonna wipe that smirk right off your face."
"Mhm-mhm." - Miguel nodded as he tucked you in, then sat on the side of the bed, half leaning above you. - "How are you going to do that chica?"
He expected either an insult or maybe even a kiss.
Instead you slapped him.
It didn't hurt him at all, it was a half assed slap, like someone would give in a playfight or something, but it still shocked him. The look on his face made you giggle.
"Did you just fucking slap me?"
You laughed harder and pulled the blanket up until only your eyes were out.
"Bad boys get slapped."
That really shouldn't turn him on. He has a good relationship with his mother so he wondered why he is developing a mommy kink out of nowhere. Maybe it's the age gap. Maybe it's the fact that you're the only woman who don't just try to control him, but who actually can.
"Is that so? Bet you don't dare to do that again."
You lifted a challenging brow.
"Duuude... If someone gave me twenty dollars to beat you up, I would. Slapping you is nothing."
Miguel chuckled. He would pay you himself to see you try to fight him.
"See? You're all talk."
"I'm not!"
"You are. You're afraid of the consequences."
You gulped.
"What are the consequences?"
Miguel stayed quiet as you two eyed each other. Curiousity killed the cat...
After a few seconds he saw your hand move. Before your palm made contact with his face, he grabbed your wrist and when you wanted to use your other hand, he grabbed that wrist too and pushed your hands above your head with a smug smirk.
"Fucker!" - you growled, but he could see a smile forming on your lips.
You used your legs to try and kick him off, but he effortlessly climbed on top of you, straddling your waist.
"Oh, so you think you're a tough guy, cause you won a fight against someone smaller? Are you trying to compensate for something?" - you taunted.
"I don't know, mamí. You tell me. Am I compensating for something?" - he asked as he moved one of your hands to the big bulge in his pants.
You bit down on your lower lip to try stopping yourself from grinning like an idiot, then your expression turned smug as you started caressing him and he sighed deeply and hummed a little.
"You want mommy to give you some love?" - you asked in a sulrty voice.
Miguel enjoyed you touching him for a few more seconds, before he shook his head.
"Mamí would just rip my dick off tomorrow morning when she finds out I took advantage of her while she was drunk."
"Mommy would never do that, baby."
Miguel gave you a smirk.
"Yeah right." - he said as he leaned down and kissed your forehead again, then he climbed off of you.
You pouted when he left the room, but he came back with a glass of water and put it on your nightstand. When he wanted to straighten up, you grabbed his wrist.
"Stay." - you told him with soft eyes.
"Chica-"
"No, just... Stay?"
Miguel would stole the stars from the sky if you asked him, so of course he crumbled under your pleading stare. He kicked off his shoes then undressed himself until he was in his boxers and climbed in the bed beside you. He loved how you curled up against him and hugged his body to feel safe. He wrapped his arm around you too and kissed the top of your head, before he closed his eyes and dozed off, feeling your hot breath tickle his chest.
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Hi! I'm not sure if you're still doing/taking requests for the monster!141 au anymore so feel free to just ignore this if you aren't! 😊
But if u are can I request a drabble/headcanon about venom!hunter? I'm curious about the dynamic between them (venom & hunter) and how they got along and worked together (i don't really know how to phrase it🥲) when they first met.
Also how did they first met? How does venom get along with 141? I'm not sure if u already wrote about it.
Venom!reader headcanon
Cw: blood, gore, cannibalism?, canon-typical violence, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 898
Your meeting with Venom was an accident, a coincidence culminated from horrible events, you weren’t supposed to separate from your squad and he wasn’t supposed to die in the body of an incompatible vessel. It was a moment of shame and disgrace, making the simplest mistake one could do in your positions, but everything had a reason, no? Because you found Venom and he found you, he was your way back and you were his compatible vessel.
It was… difficult at first, sharing one mind and body with someone else took some time. A lot of time. It was a struggle of push and pull, your calm waters and his violent storm. While you preferred to stray from trouble, Venom loved it, actively seeking it out whenever he had control of your body. There was a lot of fighting, internal struggles and bickering back and forth, but you eventually came to an understanding —common ground. 
If he let you live your life - a dangerous one filled with blood and violence, still a young private in the army without any achievements and with big dreams - have monopoly over your body whenever you were off the field, you’d relinquish your key on his cage whenever he was hungry while you were fighting, letting his loose to run his rampage and fill his stomach with the heads of enemies. 
It was a relationship built on mutual respect, you for his determination and him for you strength. You understood one another, so your occasional disagreement grew rarer and rarer. You didn’t fight about feeding him only chocolate because you couldn’t stomach the sight of bitten heads. You didn’t fight about wanting excitement when times were too quiet. You didn’t fight when you wanted a few moments of silence in your mind. And you didn’t fight whenever you felt him poke his head out of your sleeve.
This symbiotic relationship only meant that you;d grow closer to each other, he got to know you on a fundamental level and you got to discover more and more about his past and dreams —he had a few wild ones, but all attainable. You shared your fears, your secrets and your pains, you laughed when he stammered after your promise to protect him, his blubbering words and growls sent your way when he said that he would be the one to do the protecting. His reasoning being that he was bigger, stronger and more dangerous than you and your little explosive weapons. 
It was from then on that he called you Little One, a slip of his tongue while you laughed and kicked your legs at his flustered face, his head reaching from your shoulder to glare at you. He acted like a love sick puppy afterwards, often calling out to you when he was bored, nudging your arm while you worked, wanting pets and kisses, or would shower you with loud and boisterous affection. Though he always proclaimed it to be him providing for you, it wasn’t affection - no - it was him watching over you like a guardian —or so he mumbled. 
He would step in if he deemed a situation too dangerous for your fragile, fleshy body. He’d warn you, let you know where and who was coming for you, be it a sniper from a mile away or a group of armed soldiers sneaking around you. If you couldn’t deal with it in time, Venom would forcefully push his way out of you, covering you in a protective layer of his body, the mass of muscle and sinewy cords building a protective shell. And fortunately, it’s only happened when you were hidden away, the knowledge of Venom’s existence would bring unwanted attention to both you and him, none of which were good. 
You met Venom before your study and test for the rank of combat medic, getting his support and mind to help you through it all, his photogenic memory, his talented hands and strength. It was only after earning you new rank, did Laswell contact you for the position on the Task Force 141 since your record held no sign of hateful acts towards monsters and hybrids, and your high success score. 
You both vowed to keep Venom a secret from anyone, he was off the record in every sense, unknown and a mystery, a variant that you were adamant to keep a secret. Venom didn’t… hate the men, he might’ve had a small dislike for their attraction and affection towards you, he was a possessive and protective symbiote, but seeing how you were a permanent fixture in the TF, he was forced to tolerate them. He would let you know what he heard and sensed from them, small secrets he caught or fun, little pranks that he wanted to do, and occasionally protect them. Only because you cared for them, he’d hate to see you sad and worried, Venom preferred seeing you smile and laugh. 
And following these events, Venom could openly interact with the hybrids, unafraid since it wasn’t a secret anymore. He was a bit reluctant, but slipped from your collar whenever someone mentioned something he liked: chocolate, human meat, you or violence, grinning maniacally and flashing his big, white teeth. Despite his apprehension, Venom was a menace, to them as much as he was with you, and yet you still loved him so much. 
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BANGCHAN-ESCORT
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This story was inspired by the song 'ESCORT - by Chase Atlantic, which means that I'm gonna make the lyrics to a story.
➳Pairing: Bangchan x Escort!afab!reader
➳ Warnings: Smut ⋆ escort!reader ⋆ abusive sex (with other customers) ⋆ dom!chan ⋆ sub!reader ⋆ reader crying after sex
(Let me know if I've missed something!)
➳ Any slut-shaming or discrimination towards escort!reader/worker will be deleted, cause' it's not okay to discriminate any types of work especially this one
➳ Word Count: 4,2k
➳ Synopsis: All Chan wanna do is make you feel good but it is really what you want? Feeling good? Chan wasn't sure. He wanted you to feel his love but how is he going to show you love when there's nothing between you two? How is he able to show his love when you see him as one of your disgusting customers who just want to have their dick wet, or do you?
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Chan's POV:
(She in this pov is Y/N)
And there she was, standing in the foyer taking off her high heels. She is wearing a wine-red dress that barely covers her bum, the way the wine-red silk dress swathes her slender body so perfectly, showing all the curves and edges of her body.
The strap dress she's wearing is showing her collarbone and the v-line of the dress is showing her huge cleavage. Her long wavy hair vaguely covers all the exposed skin on her upper body making it look more eye-burning than ever. The view of her was expensive, I love it but to my disappointment, I know deep inside that I'm not the only one seeing her in this.
She then turns around to face me, "where?" she asks.
"Wait what? What do you mean?" I'm confused, not sure what she was talking about.
With a stern expression on her face, she repeats herself "Where do you wanna have sex?" her voice is unfaze, not one single countenance.
"W-wherever you want..." I reply too shy to look into her eyes.
I'm scared that if she sees my face she can see the visible blush on it, scared that she can see the stupidly little giggles I let out every time she looks at me but mostly am I scared she might be able to tell how my eyes are full of desire for her. So avoiding eye contact with her was the best choice and the floor seems to be the perfect place for my eyes to focus on at the moment. And by some chance it might also help me hide the visible blush on my face.
Without a single word, she turns around and starts to walk around checking out my house, deciding which place is the best to have intercourse on. She took her time walking around while I was following her like a lost puppy.
When she reached my room, she roamed the room, probably inspecting it. I hope that she doesn't see anything weird I've accidentally missed while cleaning the house before she came.
After a short amount of time inspecting it, she decides to speak up again "Here?" She asks turning around to face me.
Shit shit shit, I made eye contact with Y/N, I made eye contact with Y/N, shit she's so beautiful.
Whiteout hesitation I nod, fidgeting with my fingers due to nervousness.
"C'mon stop acting like it's our first time. Isn't it the reason why you call me here is to have sex?" Y/n retortes back at me and I can hear the annoyance in her tone.
"S-sorry..." I didn't know how to respond to her because it was partly true, I did wanna have sex with her but that was not all. Not the only reason why I called after her.
Y/N rolls her eyes at me after she realizes I won't get into action so she reaches to her back trying to unzip her red dress but she seems to be struggling a bit.
"Can you help me unzip my dress instead of standing there like an idiot?" She demands. Straight to the action, I reach for the zipper on the back of her dress and swiftly unzip it.
Her skin is so smooth and soft...I wonder what kind of lotion she uses on this glamorous skin. I wish I could feel this smoothness against my body every day, wish I could touch and feel every inch of this. If I press my lips against it, would I feel this softness even more? What if I bite down into it, will it tear up? And my tongue against it, licking it, tasting it...
coming closer to her, I gently presses a soft kiss on her shoulder. At first, she seems a little startled but she then turns around and presses her plump and soft lip on mine gently, responding to my kiss.
Getting her response, I kiss her even deeper, slightly biting her bottom lip to have access into her mouth while my hand roams around her body. From the waist to the curve of her hips, to her ass where I gave it a slight squeeze.
Breaking the kiss for a second to look her in the eyes and oh god she was so beautiful especially today. Her orbs look like shining pearls, the long lashes on her eyes, her soft plump lips that I wish I could kiss on all day. I bring a hand up against her lips and brush it while my eyes remain on hers. I can feel my heart racing against my chest, hopefully she doesn't notice it.
Might or might not have accidentally stared at her for way too long so when she spoke up again she caught me off guard "Are you done staring yet, I don't have time to waste?"
Her words quickly brought me back to life and I instantly answers "O-ohh yes, sorry I didn't mean to stare"
Fuck stupid me, did she get angry 'cause I wasted her time?
Pushing my words away Y/N didn't seem to care and bought her hand down my body reaching to my crotch and palming my cock over my black shorts.
2nd person POV:
The restricted movement from your hand is enough to make Chan fully hard. Just a single touch from you or just a simple look from you is all it takes to make Chan hard and he can't help it, he can't help the little crush he has on you.
Your lips reach out to Chan's but before your lips could even touch you stop and look him in his eyes for a second. You don't know what you saw but you're pretty certain that it's not lust you see in his eyes, it's something else, something you've never seen from any other males before, it's weird...
Your lips are pressed against Chan's lips and with his hand he's holding your head in place so you can't restrict his kiss, his love. He slightly slid his tongue on your bottom lip asking for permission and when you accepted he hungrily devoured your lips.
After god knows how long you two have been roaming each other's body and tasting each other, you finally be able to break the kiss, breathing heavily, gasping for air. You look at Chan and he's also as breathless as you, he's all red and flustrated, how cute you thought to yourself.
You have been with several men before they're men with different types of weird fetishes and kinks, others are more on the vanilla side but they're all the same at one point. They're all after sex, they see you as a sex toy and you are after their money so you guess it's a win-win situation. These customers of yours change every time, some of the customers might call after you twice but never more so you were glad that you never needed to meet those men again, especially those with insane kinks and requests but that was until you met Chan.
You meet Chan at a nightclub downtown, on that specific night you were searching for a new 'customer' and Chan happens to offer you a drink. You guys had a nice talk together about all of the topics in this world and you got to know that Chan is a musical guy he loved to write and produce music but never really dared to post his songs. Later on that night, Chan asked you to come over to his place to listen to his songs and you agreed.
The first night with Chan was almost like any other night with other men, they were for the sex and you were for the money. Chan didn't have some weird kink or request so it was a relief to you but there was something that made him stand out from the rest.
You'd never stay after each time with your customers but somehow that specific night you stayed, stayed in Chan's arms, a total stranger but you feel really calm. You don't know what it is that made you stay, maybe those eyes that looked at you so differently.
You've always loved to look in his eyes they're diffrent in a way that you can't quite explain... they carry something, not lust something more than that. Those eyes that didn't see you as a toy, those eyes that actually see you as a human, those eyes that hold something more than lust something more sincere.
"Don't tease...." Chan's whiny voice interrupted your thoughts. His hot breath is against your neck and you can feel every hair on your body stand up, feel the blood rushing throughout your body.
You were so completely lost in your thoughts that you forgot that you were still palming Chan over his shorts. Not to waste more time you got on your knees and started to pull down his shorts.
You were met with his punch pink tip fronting your face. Looking up at Chan through your long curly lashes, you could see his yearning expression for what was about to come next. Looking back at his cock you could see some bean of precum leaking from his tip. You slightly tap his tip with your index finger, seeing a string of precum sticking to your finger. Bringing your finger to your mouth you give it a taste, feeling a slight taste of saltiness with a hint of sweetness.
Looking at Chan from below, with your finger still in your mouth, you asked him "Guess you started to eat pineapple these days huh?"
Your question at first dazed Chan, 'cuz why the hell would you ask someone if they like pineapple while giving them a blow job but that's when it hit him. "Ah yeah I started to drink pineapple juice" Chan confesses, feeling the embarrassment building up.
You on the other hand did not care about it, you brought up a hand to grab his cock giving it some pumps. Chan hizzes inwards through his teeth as he feels the stimulation on his length. You stimulate his tip letting the precum coat his length. Chan lets out some slight groans as he feels the stimulations from your hand, becoming more impatient for you to put him in your mouth.
After what you thought was enough foreplay you guide his length to your mouth, taking only his tip in your mouth. Sucking it oh so slightly. Chan let out a hoarse moan when the wetness of your saliva on his tip almost made him bust right then and there.
You slowly but certainly start to take more of his length into you, getting as deep as you possibly can. When you feel the tip of his length hit the back of your throat you know that you can't possibly go deeper but there are plenty of inches left so you have to cover them up with your hand.
Looking at Chan you could see his mouth was hung open as he felt the pleasure taking over him. He places a hand on your head gently grabbing your hair to guide your rhythm. "Fuck baby, so good...." Chan pleasantly murmurs as he guides your head bobbing on his cock.
As time passes Chan seems more lost in the pleasure when he forces you deeper down his cock making it harder for you to take him. Every hit down your throat is bringing Chan closer to his release. You could feel the taste of saltiness of his precum taking over your tastebuds as Chan starts to slow down on his rhythm. He was close and you were ready for his loads.
You take in a deep breath as you get ready for the last blow, but before you even got the chance, Chan warns "fuck baby, stop". Chan started to call you by the nickname 'baby' after the third time you guys had sex together. You always wonder why he'd call someone like you 'baby', you thought maybe it was to set the mood so you never confronted him about it.
Chan groaned as you could feel him throbbing inside of your mouth, you knew that he was about to blow. You let go of his length, looking up at Chan confused about why he wanted to stop. Chan clenches his jaw and takes some deep breaths as he tries his best to calm himself down. Chan was certain he was one step away from cumming but he didn't, he didn't want to cum before he got to feel you around him.
Dragging his unsteady feet towards the bed, he then sat down on it, and with a steady gaze he had on you he called out "What are you waiting for, come" Chan smirkingly said as he patted his thigh. You were surely confused but you still complied with his order and went to sit on his lap.
Once on his lap, Chan brought his hands down to your core "Look at you, all wet and nice for me hmm?"
"Yea..." You eagerly whined as you feel the excitement building in your core as Chan played with your clit, taking his time to feel the wetness from you.
"Please...just put it in already" You let out a piteous moan when Chan's slender fingers tease your hole, dipping in and out of it. He's always like this, teasing you with his fingers. Sometimes you even wonder if it's a kink of him, seeing you eagerly whimpering for him, seeing you desperately begging him to fuck you.
You can't help but press your weight down on him, feeling his length sliding against your clit. You let out a high-pitched moan when feel every nerve on your sensitive clit react to his veiny length. "Patience baby, gotta prep you first" Chan's lips curve to a smug smirk as he sinks his fingers inside of you.
Chan's finger finds their way inside of you, workers his way in and out of you, to the spots that he knows you loved so much. He took his time feeling your insides as he pumps you with his fingers. You can't help but let out a trail of whiny moans as Chan constantly stimulates your g-spot.
"Fuck Chris I'm close!" You breathe out as you feel a knot forming in your stomach longing for a sweet release. You could feel the orgasm at the tip of your tongue when Chan sped up his movements. You wrap your arms around Chan's neck, hugging him close to you when the knot in your stomach tenses your muscle.
Your whole body shocks as you feel the knot lose and a wave of pleasure hits you. The sweet taste of the releases slackens your body. You rested your head on Chan's broad shoulder as you tries to collect your breath.
Chan takes his finger out of you and views them. Chan's fingers are wrinkled like raisins due to your sloppy cunt that soaked his fingers with its juice. Chan parts his fingers to see your release sticking between his fingers. "So fucking lewd" He laughs for himself.
Once you have calmed down and looked at Chan again he said "That's it, baby, now you're ready" giving you a peck on your lips.
Chan reaches to his bedside table to pull out a small square-shaped piece of plastic. He brought it close to your lips and demanded "Bite", you complied with his order and bit down the edge of the plastic piece. With a swift motion, he tears the square-shaped piece apart and out of it he takes the condom and slides it down his length.
Once settled, Chan leaned backward and place his arms back to support his body, and with a sly tone he urges "Go on baby, you know what to do".
You gaze up at Chan before you guide his tip to your cunt, lowering yourself down on him and you can feel every inch of him sinking into you. You bite down on your lips to not rent out a trail of whimpers as you feel the deliciously stretch Chan's cock is giving you.
"Fuck baby, you're always so tight" Chan groans as he feels the warmth of your cunt encircles his length. Chan brings his fingers to your clit, stimulating it to help you open up more. You whine when you get stimulations from both your clit and your cunt.
"Fuck~..." You cry out when you bottom out on Chan. The pleasure of Chan's thick, veiny, cock is almost unbearable. Your thigh trembles as his thick length fills your sloppy cunt, feeling so clearly all the tingling nerves in your cunt.
Chan on the other hand isn't doing any better either. The bowjob you gave him before got him really sensitive about everything, he knew that he couldn't last long. Even though he has had the time to calm down from the blowjob he still couldn't last long when your tight cunt feels so good, squeezing him so perfectly. The warmth from your cunt is so pleasant making him feel so welcome to fuck you.
Once adjusted to Chan, you jerkily bounced on him feeling the stings from the stretch but at the same time, it hits you with a wave of pleasure. The wave of pleasure when your cunt slides on his cock, feeling the veiny texture of his sharp.
Chan has a firm grip on your hip with his hands guiding your bounces as his lips work it way with your nipples, sucking on them so gently. His pump lip gently nibbles on your buds making them hard so he can circle the tip of his tongue around them so smoothly, hearing the cute sound you let out when he accidentally nibbles too hard.
"You feel so good, baby" Looking at your moist skin he wishes he could leave a mark on it, marking you as his, but he wasn't allowed. You didn't want anyone to leave a mark on you, because you once said that it would feel like you belongs to them and you didn't want that, didn't want to feel like you belongs to your 'customer'. How unfortunate, cause Chan really wanted to mark you as his, his only.
Hearing your stifled moans and feeling you clench hard around him, Chan knows you are also close to your release like he does. The air was now only filled with the sound of skin slapping together and your and Chan's grunts and moans together.
Feeling yourself on the brim, you squeeze Chan's shoulder letting him know that your orgasm is approaching. Your bounce is getting sloppier as you feel him throbbing inside of you. His lips move messily against yours as his firm grip on your waist fastens your rhythm.
And that's when it hits you. The feeling of orgasms creeps under your skin like an electric shock throughout your body. You let out an inaudible whimper as your head starts to spin along with the sparkling stars start to appear when your sight starts to blur. You don't know if it's from Chan or the orgasm but you could feel the taste of sweetness to the tip of your tongue.
"That's my good girl" Chan forces out as he also at his orgasm. Chan bite down on your lips when the pleasure from your cunt was too pleasant for him to hold back his load. With a low groan, Chan shoots his load as he squeezes down your hip feeling the seeds spilling from his tip into the condom.
Chan lets go of your lips and rests his head on the crock of your neck, inhaling a deep breath of your scent. Chan can feel the feeling of contentment and bliss rising from his loin all over his body. This is it, all he needed was to smell your scent at the most sublime part, knowing that you're the one making him feel good, the only one who could satisfy him.
Calming down from your orgasm you could feel Chan placing trails of kisses on your drenched forehead "That's it baby, how are you feeling?" Chan brought up a hand to tuck away the strand of hairs that cover your face behind your ear.
You can barely get out an answer so you just nod reassuring him that you are fine. Chan lifts your hand and places a kiss on the back of your hand and that's when he notice, he notices the bruises on your wrist. And that's when reality hit him.
Chan's POV:
In reality, I didn't want to have sex with her, well to be honest I do want to but I wanna respect her because I know that deep inside she doesn't want to do this, I know deep inside she is hating it. But I need an excuse to check on her body, search for any sign of abusive sex she once again has gone through.
I hate it, I hate knowing that other disgusting men who see women as a toy touching her, I wish I could beat them up and torture them for all the things they did to her. I hate how she has no other choice but to sell her body, hate I when I see those bruises and scars all over her body. The bruises around her neck, wrist, ankle and inner thigh.
It hurts to see all those bruises on her inner thigh, it makes my heart arch every time I see those bruises that seem like to increase every single day. I carefully carcasses over her bruises hoping that some magic will happen and the bruises will fade away but they don't, they're still there like a red wine stain on a white t-shirt. The stain might fade away little by little as time passes but it'll never fully fade away as same as all the things that are left behind, the bruises will one day fade away but the wounds in her head and heart will never fade away.
Whenever I see those bruises on her body I just wanna completely lose it all, I wanna embrace her, ask who did this to her, and kiss all the bruises hoping that the pain will go away. I wanna show her her worth, wanna make her feel loved and safe for the rest of her life. It hurts seeing her suffer like this.
"Does it....does it hurt much?" I didn't even realize I asked until some second later I realized that the word slipped out of my mouth.
Her eyes slowly open and with her big doe eyes she looks at me confused but then she slowly realizes what I am talking about when she notices how I caress the bruises on her inner thigh. The silence spread around the room and she didn't answer my question, I could see a slight discomfort on her face, it lasted only some seconds but I was fast enough to catch it.
Fuck did I ask too much? Did I make her uncomfortable? I shouldn't have said it. What happened is she doesn't want to meet me again or what if- "Yeah it does" she murmurs.
My thoughts were cut off by her sudden answer "...it hurts really really bad..." she cried out. Her voice was now completely wobbly, she brings up a hand to cover up her scrunched-up face.
I could see the tears leaking out of her hands even though she had covered them with her hands. Without hesitation I embrace her in my arms, comforting her, carefully patting her head trying my best to calm her down.
"Shhh it's okay....it's okay don't cry...everything is gonna be okay, I'm here now you can feel safe with me" She cried even more after hearing my words. She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried the hardest she could, letting everything out. I could feel her body shaking and tensing up showing how much she had been through.
2nd person POV:
All Chan wanna do is make you feel good but it is really what you want? Feeling good? Chan wasn't sure. He wanted you to feel his love but how is he going to show you love when there's nothing between you two? How is he able to show his love when you see him as one of your disgusting horny ass customers who just want to have their dick wet? Or do you?
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drdemonprince · 15 hours
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What if your unmasked self is unacceptable even to other autistics? I feel like if I don't carefully curate myself I'm too weird and annoying to sustain friendships even with other weirdos. This thing where unmasking makes people like you more because it's more ~authentic~ just hasn't been true for me and it makes me really sad.
Well, what does "weird" and "annoying" mean in this case? In unmaskers I frequently see a lot of understandable social trauma playing out in, let's just say, not the most socially effective of ways at times. No longer mindreading and people pleasing and fawning is all to the good; becoming completely unfiltered while still harboring a ton of deep-seated fear of abandonment and then spilling it out all over people will understandably drive them away. No longer faking emotions and tone of voice preserves energy and helps us feel more genuine, but never putting any energy into trying to understand a friend's interests or emotions will kill a friendship.
There is a messy counterbalancing that has to occur for many unmaskers; at first we focus on never doing anything false and allowing our unbridled selves to roam free -- and then we often recognize that we will need certain self-advocacy, listening, communication, and even diplomacy skills to actually relate to other people, even while remaining true to who we are.
It's normal for the unmasking process to initially seem like it's making you harder to love, more annoying, more bizzaree -- that's a necessary corrective to having previously aimed to make yourself unremarkable or widely liked.
But if you find yourself repeatedly socially alienating even out and proud neurodivergent people, it may be worth asking whether you are taking actions that are pushing them away. Things like interrupting people when they are trying to open up to you, invalidating their feelings, seeking reassurances that no other person can provide, not interacting, self-victimizing, just generally hurtful interpersonal stuff that us traumatized folks sometimes do even in community with one another. If this is the case, you will have to work on accepting the feedback when people are kind enough to tell you that you're bothering them or disrespecting them -- it is not the end of the world, it is a habit you can notice and correct.
Or you might just still be withdrawing and inhibiting very hard, and doing self-protective things that convey to others that they should give you a wide berth. Lots of unmaskers give off really strong "dont talk to me dont come up to me i feel socially unsafe right now" vibes that are completely honest and authentic to where they are at the moment, even if they wish they could seem more welcoming. Please give yourself some grace to feel all that if that's what it is.
No one is too weird or too annoying to make friends. But you might need to find the people who are weird enough and mad enough and disabled enough for you. Alternatively, you might have some interpersonal baggage that affects how you treat others you still need to work on. Or your internalized disability stigma might just be telling you that youre being too much when youre barely taking up social space at all.
You know your pattern of experiences and the feedback others have given you, so hopefully you can sort out what is currently missing in your social life based on that and some reflection and more testing. Good luck and let me know what you figure out.
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