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'cause i don't think that they'd understand || ln4 x reader (Part 1)

Summary: Lando just wants to walk down to the garage before the Miami race with you by his side. George and Carmen walked in together, Alex and Lily walked in together, so why can't you, as well? Despite your self-consciousness, you agree to walk hand-in-hand with him down to the garage right before the big race, but it's a much harder ask for you than anyone could ever realize.

Plus-size (she/her) Reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Brief mentions of nausea/being sick, panic, reader is plus-sized and very down on herself about it, weight mentions, ect.

Characters: Lando Norris (your boyfriend) and feat Oscar Piastri as a last minute saving grace for you.

Rating: G, for now.

“I want you to walk down to the garage with me.”

You blink in surprise, Lando’s words are so sudden and so firm that it makes goosebumps raise on your skin. Walk to the garage with him? But that would mean…

“What? Why?” you ask, folding down the page in the book you’re reading, before placing it down softly on the table beside you. A slugging, churning feeling arises in your gut as you realize exactly what it is he’s asking of you.

“What do you mean ‘why’? You’re my girlfriend, I want you to walk with me into the garage.” He says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And, perhaps, for any other woman in this world it might just be.

But it isn’t for you. This is quite possibly one of the most difficult things he could ever ask you to do, and that alone makes you feel horrible. Lando deserves a normal girlfriend, who can react normally to very normal situations. Not someone who makes his life even more difficult than it already is.

You sigh heavily, knowing if you refuse you will just upset him. “I - are you sure you want to be seen with me? People will talk and they won’t be nice…” “Babe, we’ve had this conversation before. Just one walk down to the garage with me, that’s all I’m asking.”

You frown again, daring to look up and meet his gaze. He doesn’t seem angry, but there’s a desperation in his eyes, something that tugs at your heartstrings. What Lando doesn’t realize is that the backlash won’t fall too heavily on him - but on you…?

Oh, the fans and the media will eat you up. Lando is dating a fat girl? That will decorate the tabloid headlines for days, perhaps even weeks or months. The thought alone makes you sick. But how can you say no to him when he’s so earnest, when he wants to show you off, regardless if you deserve it or not?

“Yeah, okay.” You finally reply, looking away from Lando and down to the floor. He notices this, however, and kneels down in front of you, grabbing one of your hands in both of his own. His hands are so warm and so immediately comforting, working to ease the rapid beat of your heart in your chest.

“It’ll be okay. I promise. And just think, you’ll finally be able to come see the garage and paddock!” His voice is so cheerful, so genuinely happy and excited for you to be there with him. It’s touching, to say the least, but you are loath to admit that your excitement level is not nearly on par with his. Not even slightly.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve wanted to see them for so long.” The lack of enthusiasm in your voice does dull the excitement in his eyes, but he holds steady. Admirable, really. A trait you wish you could share with him.

“It’s almost time. Why don’t you go ahead and get ready, and we can walk down in about an hour?”

An hour? Well - here’s hoping you can actually make yourself look even somewhat presentable in such a short amount of time.

“You’ll help me pick out my dress, right?” you ask.

The light immediately comes back to his eyes, and he beams at you with the very same smile that won your heart the night you met him.

“Of course! Fashion show time!”

Lando ends up picking the teal colored sundress, something that suits your taste and simultaneously compliments some of your key features. It fits well, with no need for you to suck in your stomach to make it look nicer or more appealing, and hides some of your less than desirable attributes (the rolls, god, the rolls) with ease.

You feel comfortable enough, with only a light amount of makeup on your face, and your feet are settled into white flats instead of the heels you had originally picked out. Lando liked them as well, but urged you to go for something more comfortable and carefree.

You genuinely do feel okay, but the bitter taste of anxiety still stirs the acid of your stomach as you think about the amount of eyes that will be on you and Lando in a few moments.

“Hey beautiful,” Lando says, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. On instinct, you suck in your stomach to try and lessen the circumference of your belly. Lando tenses, but he doesn’t push the issue, keeping you nestled safely in his arms as he presses a kiss to the back of your neck. “You just about ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” you reply softly, leaning only a portion of your weight back against him. He doesn’t let go for a few moments, and you can feel the warmth of his breath against the shell of your ear.

“I’m proud of you. I know you’re scared, and I know you’re only doing this for me, but I hope you can manage to enjoy it as well. You may not want the world to know you’re mine, but I do.” Lando explains, nipping at your ear with gentle teeth. It sends a shiver down your spine, and you cannot help but smile at his antics.

“Well, we’ll see what all the news sources are saying in the morning. You know for a fact my issue isn’t being seen with you, it’s you being seen with me.”

“Who cares what they say? How I feel about you is what matters, not what the public thinks about a relationship they know nothing about.” Lando’s voice is firm and leaves no room for argument - likely because this IS an argument the two of you have had time and time again.

You open your mouth to respond, but Lando’s PR Agent gestures a bit frantically at you both and all of a sudden, Lando is no longer behind you but at your side, lacing your fingers together.

“Deep breath, babe. It’s go time.”

Oh.

You take a deep breath and hold it in your lungs, fearful that if you breathe at all, you might mess this up entirely. Lando’s hand is warm and firm in your own, steady while your mentality feels anything but. There’s no time to prepare yourself for the walk - Lando is moving and on instinct, you move fluidly alongside him. Your heart is racing impossibly hard in your chest and somehow only gets faster as you step out onto the grass and the sun shines down upon you and Lando like a blinding spotlight.

You hear the clicking of cameras before you see the media snapping shots of you and Lando as you walk hand-in-hand towards the McLaren garage. You can already hear the shouts of fans at home, screaming about how Lando could possibly be dating someone so fat and unattractive when he’s literally a celebrity and could have anyone he wanted. You can see the offensive articles, wondering what’s gone wrong in Lando’s head to be dating someone so average and so unathletic when all of the other drivers are dating what could be (and in some cases ARE) models.

So many eyes are on you both, and you still haven’t been able to take a breath just yet. You feel Lando’s hand squeeze yours, but you are unable to squeeze back. You just want to be at the garage and tucked back away from the eyes of the media so you can regain your bearings.

And then finally, after what feels like a marathon of a walk, you feel the grass turn to solid ground beneath your feet and the smells of the garage hit your senses like a brick wall. Everything slowly comes back into focus and you realize you’ve finally made it to the other side. Your gut is churning, but you let out the breath you have been holding since you took your first step out and it eases some of the bubbling tension in your chest.

Lando’s hand leaves yours fairly suddenly, but he immediately pops up in your line of sight, beaming at you like you’ve just handed him the sun, the moon, and all the stars. You swallow thickly, hoping to keep down the nausea that threatens you, and offer up a tight smile of your own.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asks, pulling you in by your waist and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You are still within sight of the media cameras and you hear a few clicking somewhere off to your right, which does little to help quell the nausea.

“It was fine, yeah.” You say, and it’s incredible just how weak your own voice sounds. “Can we, uh - can we go someplace in the back for a minute? Away from the cameras?”

“Of course,” Lando says, and concern begins to blossom on his features. His eyebrows furrow, gaze focused solely on you as you still try your best to smile at him. “I have to get changed into my kit anyway.”

Lando’s hand is back in yours instantly, and he gently guides you through crew members and winding hallways until you’re far enough away from all of the commotion that you can barely hear it anymore. Your breath is shaky as you inhale, but the relief is almost immediate now that you are out of the public eye.

“Are you okay?” Lando asks after a few seconds of studying your face. “I’m sorry, that was too much, wasn’t it?”

“No, no, no.” you interrupt him, taking another deep breath and letting it out slowly. “It’s just a lot. I’m not used to these kinds of things, not like you are. And there were so many cameras…”

“You learn to ignore the cameras.” He says, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Try not to worry about them, they’re just an annoyance anyway. You’re here to watch me race, and I promise you the McLaren crew will take great care of you while you do.”

Your smile feels a bit more genuine now as the nerves begin to drift off. You know you’ll have cameras in your face likely the entire time Lando is racing, but knowing that you have the support of McLaren while you’re here helps a bit. Lando has been with these people for years now, you can only imagine they’ve grown quite close in that time.

“I’m sure they will. I - uh - is there a bathroom back here somewhere?” You look around a bit frantically, overcome by the sudden intense nausea that hits you now that the worst of the nerves have tapered off. Sweat builds on your forehead and you begin to feel a bit clammy and lightheaded, but Lando either doesn’t notice, or you’ve managed to keep yourself steady enough as to not rouse suspicion.

“Oh, yeah, I’ll take you there,” he says, looking around to gain his bearings. He circles his fingers around your wrist and leads you back towards the heart of the garage, but stops before you get to the more heavily trafficked areas. It’s a small, unassuming restroom meant for one person at a time, but it will do. “Here you are. I actually need to change, so I’ll come back for you once I’m set up, okay?”

“Sounds good.” You confirm, leaning in to kiss him when you see him do the same. He offers you a comforting smile and then takes off into the clamor of the garage to get himself ready for the race. You watch him weave through crowds of crew and media personnel, and once he’s no longer within your sight, you turn around and rush into the bathroom without a moment to spare.

The nausea is almost overpowering, and you can’t even make it to the toilet before you feel your stomach rolling. You grasp desperately at the vanity, emptying your nerves into the sink with a violent heave and a shudder. Panic is starting to claw its way up your throat now that you’ve been sick, and you grip the sides of the vanity so tightly that your knuckles turn white. The nausea, thankfully, goes away now that you’ve emptied your stomach into the sink, but a much worse feeling creeps up to take its place.

You reach forward with trembling hands and turn on the sink, cleaning out the mess you’ve just made. Thankfully, a few splashes of water around the sink (and a few swishes in your mouth) manage to clean out everything so there’s no evidence left of your struggle.

You back yourself against the wall now, feeling your heart beating faster all over again, and the sweat begins to feel cold on your forehead. Panic is no new sensation, but you can’t help but curse the timing of this attack. It makes sense - given the overstimulation and the nervousness you just fought your way through, but you had hoped deep in your heart that you would be able to handle this without a breakdown.

You could not have been more wrong.

You begin to take deep, shuddering breaths at far too rapid a pace. You know you have to get your breathing under control, or this will spiral until you’re pathetically hyperventilating alone in a McLaren bathroom. You rush forward to turn the water back on, hoping that splashing some on your face might help snap you out of it, when you hear the handle of the restroom door jiggle.

Your stomach lurches again when you realize in your haste, you forgot to lock the door.

“Yeah, mate. I’ll be back in a few.” You hear a familiar voice say, muffled slightly by the noise buzzing around the garage.

As soon as the person steps inside the restroom and your eyes meet, you feel like you could be sick again. It’s none other than Oscar Piastri, Lando’s teammate and friend at McLaren, and he’s staring at you with wide, concerned eyes.

“Hey,” he greets, and it’s so incredibly soft - as if he might be speaking to a cornered, wounded animal. “Hey, are you alright?”

You can’t reply to him just yet - your breathing is out of control and nausea is hitting you again from the depths of absolute hell. As if this day couldn’t have possibly gotten any worse, you WOULD have a mental breakdown in front of Lando’s teammate.

You simply stare back at him in shock, like he’s the most terrifying thing you could possibly see, and you finally manage to choke out a weak and pitiful, “No.”

You watch as Oscar gently locks the door behind you both - a blessing, really, to keep anyone else from walking in on you in such an embarrassing state. He keeps his expression neutral, only taking one step into the bathroom with his hands palm-up to show he means no harm.

“You need to breathe, okay? Think you can breathe with me?” Oscar asks, his voice echoing in the small space. He swallows thickly, another sound that’s easy to pick up in the confined space, but he patiently waits for you to respond.

“I don’t - I don’t know -” you reply, hands slapping against the wall as you try to find something to grip onto for balance. “I don’t know.”

“Why don’t we give it a try, at least?” Oscar tries again, looking far more concerned than you think he has any right to be. He hardly knows you, after all.

“I - I can -” but the words die on your lips as your legs give out beneath you. You fall to your knees on the tile floor and that’s when Oscar jumps quickly into action. You feel unfamiliar arms wrap around your shoulders, a cushion to keep your head from smashing against the floor, and the last thing you see are Oscar’s frightened eyes above you, the echo of your name frantically erupting from the back of his throat as your vision fades out.

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mydearestdaryl · 17 hours

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𓇢 𓆸 𝑚𝜎𝑛𝑠𝜏𝜀𝑟

summary: daryl blames your daughter for your death. warnings: birth complications, blood, gore, death, daryl hating your daughter, grief. pairing: daryl dixon x reader. setting: prison. a/n: i had been planning this fic for a while and since @louifaith asked for angst and she shall receive, i finally decided to finish it! broke my heart and in the kindest way possible i hope it breaks your too.

“i think i'm gonna die!” you cried, eyes shut as you pushed, encouraged by carol and maggie while daryl held you, your back against his chest. hershel hovered above the two women on his crutches, giving them instructions and supervising the birth.

daryl was breathing heavily, his entire body tense, eyes frozen open, and his mind raced for a solution to ease your pain but he couldn't find any. he wanted nothing more than to yell at the other three to stop and leave you alone, but he didn't want to scare you, and he knew it was a stupid idea.

“make it stop,” you weakly sobbed, interrupting yourself with a grunt to push once again.

it felt like you were being ripped in half. the pain was like nothing you had ever experienced, and you had been shot once before. no matter how much you screamed and pushed, it seemed pointless, and the happiness of finally meeting your baby was being supplanted by fear and discomfort.

“breathe, (y/n), please,” carol's soothing voice reached your ear, concerned but encouraging eyes finding yours.

“push, (y/n), i can see the head!” maggie motivated you.

still, daryl remained silent. too afraid. afraid that if he spoke, he might ruin the moment, that if he moved, he could hurt you. his heart was hammering in his chest, and he licked his lips over and over but they remained dry.

with newfound determination to meet your baby, and an agonizing cry that was probably heard by the entire prison cell, you gave a final push, hearing flesh rip in your womanhood as the baby's head came out, the rest of their body slipping out with ease.

“it's a girl!” daryl heard one of the two women exclaim, not caring who as he was only focused on you, who so weary and exhausted to your very core collapsed on his chest.

your eyes fluttered, trying their best to stay open as you watched maggie quickly but gently wrap your baby girl in a towel as carol carefully cleaned her face with a washcloth. “a girl,” you mumbled with a scratchy and strained voice, wincing as you tried to get comfortable in daryl's embrace.

as carol approached with the newborn to hand her to you, you reached your arms up, yet, they barely made it halfway as you slowly began to struggle to breathe.

“wha's wrong?” daryl begged, “hershel, wha'- wha's wrong?”

“there's to much blood... maggie!” and the vet's voice barking orders at his daughter turned into white noise in daryl's ears.

“stay with me, sunshine, stay, please,” he panicked, incoherently pleading as his red eyes pooled with unshed tears. “DO SOMETHING!” he crowed at the trio that was just as panicked as himself trying their best to save you somehow, but you were inevitably slipping away.

yet, even at that moment, when speaking and breathing were impossibly hard for you, you implored them to make sure the baby was okay. and without warning after one last adoring caress to daryl's cheek, the light in your eyes dimmed.

your body went limp in his hold, and your chest ceased its up-and-down motion that indicated you were breathing.

“(y/n),” he choked out as realization set in, cupping your face oh, so delicately as he always did, trying to cling onto the fading warmth his hands were always welcomed by.

he heard carol gasp, bringing her hands to her mouth as tears streamed down her face. maggie was a mirror, sobbing as her dad held her, and he too, let tears roll down his cheeks.

they all looked broken, but not as much as daryl.

the hunter wept, his body shaking uncontrollably as he squeezed you tightly but still careful not to hurt you, as if you could still feel it. the word no left his lips as the most heartbreaking mantra.

they had lost lori no more than 6 months ago and now you were gone too, ripped away from him the same way the latter had been from her family.

the wail from the newborn was suddenly louder than daryl's sobs, and he looked up to see carol bringing her to him. “you need to cut the cord,” she suggested softly between sniffles, but the way the hunter glared at the baby left no doubt that he wanted nothing to do with her.

his chest burned when he looked at her, but not in a good way; not in the way a father was supposed to feel when his kid was born.

without making eye contact with carol and his teeth grinding, daryl gently laid you back down onto the mattress, delicately brushing the hair out of your face and giving your cooling lips one last kiss.

he sniffled, drying his nose with the back of his hands as he got his red rag from his back pocket to dry off the beads of sweat off your forehead with utter affection, lips twitching as he held back tears from seeing your pale, unexpressive face.

carol bit her lip as more tears streamed down her cheeks, “dary-” she began, but the sudden, jerky way he turned around to face her made her stop.

face red and eyes narrowing, he snapped, “she killed 'er,” he pointed almost aggressively at the unaware baby in carol's arms. “ya cut it or whatever.”

“son...” hershel stepped closer to the archer, but he backed away, shaking his head frantically.

“ain't gonna repeat myself,” he warned, his fists balled before turning back around to sit at the edge of the bed, getting his hunting knife out, gulping as he prepared himself to stop you from turning, however, it only caused tears to make the way back into his eyes again.

he cursed, turning away from you, still sitting on the bed and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, slumped forward as he hyperventilate, his cries echoing on the walls and mixing with his daughter's.

“i don't want you to do it,” you said suddenly, voice hushed to not disturb your group.

it was the middle of the night the day lori had died and judith was born. you had found out about your pregnancy a few weeks ago, and it had made you fear you could end up like the late mother.

daryl, who was just falling asleep tightened his hold on you, pulling you closer. “whatchu talkin' 'bout?” he inquired in a whisper.

“if i die too, i don't want you to... put me down,” you answered, looking up to meet his sapphire eyes, being welcomed with a confused and almost offended frown on his face.

“stop, tha's not happenin'.”

“if it doe-”

“it won't,” he concluded, preventing further discussion with a sweet kiss to your lips, “sleep, peach.”

sparing your body one last lingering glance as he tried to dry his red, puffy eyes, he left the cell.

as if soothing himself, he rubbed the nape of his neck while walking to the kitchen, eyes searching for rick immediately when he got there, whose eyes, as everybody else's, looked at daryl with pity, though the fellow widower could actually relate.

with slow, careful steps, rick stepped closer to daryl, who shook his head, gulping down the lump in his throat before he spoke, “she- someone has to put 'er down. she didn't wan' it to be me,” he said with a tight and unsteady voice as he fought to control his emotions. “can't,” he added with a tearful rasp.

rick's head dropped momentarily, hiding his watery eyes before he took the knife daryl was offering him. after hugging the archer shortly but tightly, rick walked upstairs to finish the task.

you were so loved by everyone.

it showed in the way the entire prison seemed to be in a permanent state of grief. even the ex-woodburians seemed sorrowful, but it was no surprise, you were friendly to everyone. kind and cheerful.

daryl hadn't cried again since the day you died. but that day he couldn't stop.

in the privacy of his room, he cried all night and stayed there, isolated for almost a week. it was so unfair. he protected you and kept you safe from walkers and bad people, but the one thing that killed you was someone he created. someone you were so excited to meet and hold, but didn't even get the chance to.

he only left his room to stop listening to carol and rick beg him to, but instead, he isolated himself in the woods. he spent almost all day hunting in nature, keeping his mind off you, off the baby he had yet to look at, let alone hold.

he left the prison as the sun was rising and returned when it was setting. when he brought back game he skinned it, and if not he went to clean up and go to bed. he ate sometimes. again, just to get people off his back about it.

he couldn't sleep. not with the baby crying every two or so hours. he didn't mind when it was judith, and he learned how to tell the difference, but when it was the other baby, he hated it because it made him think of you.

sometimes he tried to sleep with the pillow on his head, some other times he walked outside to smoke a couple of cigarettes, hating himself by the end of the night, remembering you wanted him to quit it.

a month and something went by slowly this way until the governor attacked the prison again.

he fought with his you in mind, hoping to keep the prison safe since he knew you liked it there, and you would want the baby to grow up there, so when it was all gone and the baby was nowhere to be found the guilt that ate him from the inside was massive.

yet, there she was. the little monster wrapped in a cloth with flower print in the arms of the youngest greene.

“i went back for judith and (y/n) but i only found-” the blonde girl started, but the archer interrupted her.

“(y/n)?”

she stammered, eyes widening, “uhm, it's... that's what we call her, 'cause you never named her,” she explained. “you should see, she looks just like her.”

but he didn't. he couldn't. so he just turned around and walked away, expecting the teenager to follow, which she did, baby in arms.

daryl looked in disgust and discomfort as beth tended to the crying infant, feeding her some formula they were able to scavenge from the ruins of the prison.

they were now in a little cabin in the woods daryl had found with you months ago, one of those times when you asked him to take you for a walk in nature when it felt overwhelming to be within the thick and dark walls of the prison. he loved those moments when it was just you and him. the memories made his heart ache.

“she has (y/n)'s whole face with your eyes,” beth commented shyly, trying to spark some conversation since other than the newborn sounds and her crying every now and then, they had been in silence for two whole days.

“didn' ask,” he said dismissively, taking another sip from the moonshine in his cup.

still, the blonde girl didn't give up, firmly believing that if he could just look at his daughter, or get to know her, he would change his mind. she was so easy to love after all.

“well, they look lighter than yours, but carol says they might get darker when she gets older,” beth giggled, moving the baby to burp her when she was finished eating, missing the killing glare the hunter was shooting her way. “the rest is (y/n), one hundred percent. except the hair, it looks like yours, but maybe it's because she is still bald and-”

abruptly and aggressively, daryl threw the glass he was holding toward a wall. the bang interrupting the girl successfully and scaring her and the newborn in the process. beth sighed, disappointed and annoyed as she stood up to soothe her, “she had just calmed down,” she muttered.

“AND I JUST TOLD YA I DUN' GIVE A FUCK ABOUT 'ER,” he snapped, stabbing his finger in the air as he pointed at his daughter.

bouncing the baby gently in her arms whose cries were ceasing, beth's eyes watered, her browns knitted in an exasperated frown, her lips pursed as she looked like she considered if speaking her mind was a good idea.

“why are you like this?” the young greene snarled. “you're not the only one who lost someone!”

silently, he scowled, almost challenging her to keep going. beth accepted the challenge with a glare of her own, newborn settling on her chest.

“you lost (y/n), but at least she left you with half of her! not many of us can say that about the people we've lost,” she hissed, trying to keep her volume down to not disturb your baby further. “you know (y/n) wouldn't have w-”

“ya dun' know shit!”

“yes i do, and you know that too!”

he stilled.

she was right.

his eyes were filled with unwelcomed tears as he chewed on his bottom lip, “she killed 'er,” he choked out.

“no, she didn't,” beth whispered, taking a tentative step in his direction.

“she's a monster,” he fumed, anger masking where his composure truly laid.

“she's your daughter. (y/n)'s daughter.”

his daughter. his baby girl. the life he made with you.

that was like the arrow to his chest that made him break into tears. all this time he had been seeing her as the murderer of the love of his life, forgetting she was half of her. she was the life made out of the love he felt for you and you had once felt for him.

hesitantly, beth handed him the baby, carefully helping her settle her in his arms. he felt like his arms were made for this moment; to hold this little bundle of joy that did, in fact, look exactly like you.

had he had been acting like his own father? hating the little innocent life he brought to the world. the thought made his scars feel like they burned, yet they were soothed with the gentle touch of beth's hand on his shoulder.

“she hasn't left you, see?” she smiled at him, and he nodded, letting the tears stream down freely, one landing on the baby's cheek, making her smile. “look, she loves you already. she loves her daddy.”

he brought the baby closer carefully, pressing his lips ever so gently on her forehead, letting them linger as he took in the warmth of her skin and the sweet baby scent of her head.

“an' i love 'er.”

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ataraxianne · 22 hours

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This will be long and I apologise in advance, but I've spent the last hours researching and analysing so here we go

Analysis of the flowers in the recent Helluva Boss characters' portraits in the new Spring collection (or, at least, what I think these flowers are)

Blitzø ~ White geranium: this flower mainly symbolises pure love, but also innocence, purity and protection. While protection is quite evident in Blitz's character, the other three meanings may seem out of place, but that is precisely what they've been doing with Blitz's personality this whole time. He follows the "they think I'm a monster, so I will become one" path, but despite his flaws and self-sabotage he is a nice person, full of love that he does not know how to properly express and he is not really the one to blame for the accident that happened years ago at the circus. He is not the heartless imp he make himself up to be, but a rather simple, hurt guy who's hoping and longing for love

Loona - Purple rose: this is also an interesting choice. The main meaning of this flower is the "love at first sight", but it also gives the idea of an endless love. It is, then, also a symbol of nobility and royalty: this may be a reference to the fact that in the group, she is not only the only one who can read and use the Grimoire, but that has also learned a lot of spells from it (ex: being able to give herself a human disguise). Unless there are also other possible future connections with her and nobility...

With Moxxie and Millie there really aren't any double or secreat meaning (or none that I could find)

Moxxie - Hesperis matronalis: this flower is present in many legends, all related to a promise of eternal love and fidelity (of course, this is for his marriage with Millie). I read somewhere that they're also a symbol for loyalty, which may be a reference to his relationship with Blitz (and also something he probably struggled too after Chaz betrayed him), and its name "matronali" is a reference to ancient Roman matronae, probably a reference to his mother (who was featured in the merch as well)

Millie - Geranium pyrenaicum: apparently in folklore they were said to counter love spells, which is hilarious considering the serenade Moxxie did to her at Ozzie's, where he literally says he feels under a love spell when he's with her. Maybe it's a way to say that their love is actually real and that it will last, since this flower also symbolises love, joy and health - some of them also protection

Stolas - Dahlia: (I'm going to fucking die)(when I tell you I SCREAMED) Yellow dahlias are a symbol of affection and gratitude (THANK YOU BLITZ. FOR MAKING ME SO HAPPY. EVEN IF FOR ONLY A LITTLE WHILE)(kill me now please). These flowers are said to despise cold temperatures since it prevents them from flourishing (call 911 I'm begging you). They also symbolise kindness, dignity, resilience and inner strenght, together with eternal love, and in some cases they're also viewed as a symbol for regality

Octavia - Purple hortensia: oh this is interesting. Hortensia's significance may vary depending on the culture: while in Japan they're a symbol for an heartfelt emotion and apology, in Europe they symbolise arrogance and vanity. I think both these versions apply to Octavia and to her way of, not seeing the world in general, but probabily her now-complicated relationship with her father. She's a bit arrogant in her teenage headstrongness, but she still loves and cares for him. Purple hortensias, then, specifically symbolize a desire to deeply understand (again, definitely in relation to Stolas)

Fizz - Orange carnation: these flowers are said to generally symbolize positive feelings, while the orange ones specifically connotates happiness, warmth, determination and creativity, but also desire and enthusiasm - all qualities that are easily attributable to him.

Verosika - Azaleas: this one is interesting too: these flowers convey a lot of different meanings, but the most typical one is womanhood, femininity, but also passionate love, especially in their red variant. They can also mean "taking care of" (both of one's self or of others, but even "take care of yourself for me"). Another prominent answer, then, was temperance (as per Moxxie and her mother, Verosika too is featured in other new merch products among which there is also a scene of her peacefully sat somewhere in Sloth Ring - where she stayed for rehab). From the trailer it is clear that, at least in one episode, she will have an important role both for Stolas and for Blitz, and maybe we will also have some more information about her relationship with my favourite disaster imp, together with infos about herself and, at this point, a possible recovery for her and her clearly-still-broken-but-she-won't-admit-it broken heart?

(I'm starting to get tired, I guess y'all are too)(If you even jept reading this far)(I'm almost done, I swear)

I'm putting the sins together simply because their flowers are strictly related to their "sinful roles" and not to their characters

Ozzie - Poppies: I mean, I guess in this case we're referencing more the opium you can extract from them, so lust's and sex's narcotic and feverish effects on people

Beelzebub - White peony: apparently they convey an idea of shamefulness?? Probably what people feel after drinking whatever they can at her parties lmao. Also disgrace and, to a certain amount, wealth and prosperity

Mammon - Mimosa: honestly here the only meaning I want to give is that they smell of piss

LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ALL ARE, THEY MAKE ME BELIEVE IN LOVE AGAIN

Okay so, they're all the same flowers, lilies, which in general represent purity, probably in relation to the depth of their love. However, there are additional meanings depending on their collours

M&M - Yellow lilies: symbols of joy, happiness and desire of enjoyment (they're each others' shadows and main interest, this is all too accurate)

Fizzarozzie - Blue lilies: serenity, rebirth and new beginnings (EXACTLY WHAT FIIZ DESERVES AND WHAT THIS RELATIONSHIP IS GIVING HIM)

Stolitz - Red lilies: they symbolize pASSION AND ROMANTIC LOVE, THEY'RE USED TO EXPRESS DEEP FEELINGS OF LOVE AND ITS STRONG INTENSITY

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The Tortured Poet's Department

lyrics as relationships with various character

anon: hiii! this is my first official post and I'm kinda anxious. This is actually a result of my procrastination regarding my final exam, which I'm kind of stressed about. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this post and please don't mind my writing too much. English isn't my first language (or my second). By the way, a big thank you to @dr-felitas. for helping me with assigning characters.

"And I love you, it's ruining my life" - Fortnight

"You're ruining my life, dear."

He wasn't exactly glaring at you when he saw you wearing that red dress. After he watched you descend the stairs, he felt as though his whole world had stopped. It took him some time to compose himself again and fake a devastated expression. His feelings for you were no joke. Whatever goals and principles he had were all thrown out of the window when he noticed you.

Throughout his life, he thought he was a rational man, not caring about sentimental things like friends, family, or love. Nevertheless, this changed when he experienced your smile for the first time. Like a tornado, you changed his perception of life and the world. At that moment, he thanked God for your entrance into his life and prayed for you to remain there. He would make sure you would be with him, happy and healthy, because that was all he desired in life.

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NANAMI (jjk), GOJO (jjk), Choso (jjk), SAE, Chigiri, Nagi, RIN (bllk), LEVI (aot) , Shotou (mha), Reiner (aot), Zoro, Iwazumi, Tsukishima (haikyuu!)

"You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? / I died on the altar waiting for the proof." - So Long, London

He said to keep it under cover. He loved you, but the two of you couldn't tell anyone about your relationship or it would cause unwanted stress. Your man is a superstar, a god, even some might say. Whenever he enters a room, people turn their heads and fawn over him. Every street in the city is plastered with his gorgeous physique.

In comparison to him, you seem ordinary. Too ordinary. Although he had assured you that you were the one for him, the differences between you wouldn't matter to him. So why did you feel so insecure in your relationship? You weren't sure of his feelings after years of being with him. You were unable to read him, to see true expressions of his love.

Year after year, anniversary after anniversary, you still wondered when he would pop the question to prove his love and commit fully to a life with you. Even the media and those close to him began questioning the lack of progress in your relationship. This leads to you confronting him. In the middle of the fight, you broke down. While you were sobbing and begging him to love you, his face remained stoic.

"I do love you, I just can't see myself marrying you."

You left with a broken heart. Waiting for him to change his mind would only waste your time. You regretted loving him for a long time. Through the view of the media, he seemed unaffected by your loss, maybe even happier.

"I do."

Albeit he may regret never putting a ring on your finger when he saw you the first time after your breakup. You were happy on the altar with your husband. A man that wasn't him, but could have been if only he had appreciated you more.

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USHIJIMA (haikyuu!), Atsumu, Gojo (jjk) Getou (jjk), Megumi (jjk), Rin, Michael (bllk), Hawks (mha)

"They shake their heads, saying 'God, help her' when I tell 'em he's my man" - I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

"He isn't right for you."

Your parents didn't approve of him. Actually, no one in your circle did. They all deemed him too reckless and ruthless, without any convincing achievements in his life. In their eyes, he wasn't worthy of you and your love.

Their worries weren't unfounded, to be honest; they were reasonable. He was the epitome of a walking red flag: a raging alcoholic with a history of illegal records. His temper and frequent visits to the pub often led to fights. But he promised to tone down the aggression whenever you patched up his wounds.

"You make me a better man. I love you."

Nevertheless, all his imperfections didn't matter to you, not when he held you in bed and promised to always cherish you. According to him, you were calming his raging soul and bringing out the best in him. You were the shining light in his life, and he was the healthy amount of darkness in yours.

No matter what the people around you both said, you couldn't imagine yourself having a happy life without him. You were adamant about fixing his flaws, even if it meant drowning yourself in the process.

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TOJI (jjk), SUKUNA (jjk), UVOGIN (hxh), PHINKS (hxh), Sasuke (naruto), Dabi, Katsuki (mha), Eren (aot), NAYOA (jjk),

"And it kills me. I just don't understand how you don't miss me."- The Black Dog

Just a few weeks ago, the two of you were dining together. He was laughing at your sweet antics and grimaces as you struggled with the chopsticks, and you were enjoying being the reason for his happiness. Then the atmosphere changed when the waiter made a slightly flirty comment towards you. This sparked an argument between the two of you. He accused you of flirting back, and you declared him delusional. In the heat of the moment, he packed his belongings and left the apartment. And he never came back.

The heartbreak hit you a few days later when you realized he wasn't coming back. You were miserable, laying in bed, crying, stuffing your mouth full of ice cream, and watching your comfort shows. It was as if a part of your happiness had left with him. Only when your friends forced you to dress up and dragged you to the nearest club did you feel like living again.

Your smile dropped when you saw him. He was sitting at the bar with a woman on his lap. His hands were on her barely covered thighs, and her lips were pressing on his neck. Your heart sank, and all the noise around you seemed muted.

"Only three weeks after you both broke up? What an ass!"

Your friends tried to comfort you as you could only nod. Why was it that you were suffering without him while he seemed to feel no pain? This caused you to doubt your former relationship. Had he ever really loved you as you did him? Or were you the one who always loved him more? You couldn't bear the sight any longer when you heard his raspy laugh, a laugh he only had with you. With a quick goodbye, you stormed outside as fast as you could.

Unbeknownst to you, he watched longingly as you left the bar.

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SUKUNA (jjk), TOJI (jjk), Oikawa (haikyuu!), Hisoka (hxh), Michael (bllk), Oliver, Sae, Katsuki (mha),

"You know how to ball, I know Aristotle"- So High School

Both of you couldn't be any more contrasting. You are the shy girl who loves to hide behind her novels but still excels at the top of her class. He was the cocky, loud football champion of the school. No one would have ever thought to see you interact, but this changed when you were assigned to tutor him.

How could he stop himself from falling for you when you were so endearing? Blushing whenever he complimented you and laughing at his jokes. Not long after your study sessions, he confessed his feelings and asked you to be his girlfriend. To no one's surprise, you agreed.

"Will you watch me during my practice?"

He grinned at you with a cocky smile. Or maybe it wasn't cocky; it could also be considered charming in your eyes. He loved seeing you sitting on the bleachers, reading your book and looking adorable doing it. And you loved being there, watching him during his passion and supporting him in your own introverted way.

Yet he supported you too. Whenever you were nervous before an upcoming exam, he would encourage you while also making sure you took care of yourself. He would boast about your relationship and you in front of everyone he knew and met. If someone dared to comment on you or your relationship negatively, he would confront them and make them regret their words.

"You're my smart girl."

No one would have thought the two of you could be such a match, but seeing the two of you together was proof enough that opposites attract and complement each other.

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Bokuto (haikyuu!!) , REO (bllk), YUJI (jjk), GOJO (jjk), GON (hxh), Rin (bllk), Michael (bllk), Deku (mha), PERCY JACKSON (pjo), Ace, HINATA (haikyuu!), Kuroo (haikyuu!) , Luffy

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Chills Right to the Marrow Part 8

part 1, prev part

The hallway is empty when Dustin leaves the room. Steve and Lucas nowhere to be seen, Mrs. Mayfield gone somewhere else. Leaving Dustin alone to wander.

He doesn’t quite know what he wants. Where he’s going. Just following the path he would normally travel each day. Bouncing between rooms, looking for something to do. Trying to find someone who would talk to him. Give him something to take his mind off the train tracks it’s bound to.

He grips the book in his hand, feeling the familiarity of wore out pages. Each one loved as he read and reread them over and over again. That’s what he does when he needs comfort. Goes back to the same story over and over again, to a world where he knows every outcome. Where there are no more mysteries. Dustin knows the answer to every question, every possibility.

It’s why he chose it to read to Eddie. It was a book the both of them loved, brought them joy in the darkness of life. He wanted Eddie to feel safe while his body was asleep. Knowing that some coma patients can hear what’s going around them. Even if it doesn’t register, it brings comfort on a subconscious level that there are people here supporting him.

At least that’s what Dustin hoped would happen, what he was striving to do. But he can’t do that today. There’s someone outside telling him that he can’t be in Eddie’s room right now. That something’s going on inside.

He goes right to thinking of the worst. That they are preparing him for some surgery that will probably delay the day he wakes up. Take more time from Dustin. Or maybe Eddie is dead behind those walls. Body finally succumbing to his wounds. His brain activity finally faded away. Leaving Dustin with the misplaced hope that it would all be ok.

He continues to wander into the waiting area. Seeing a familiar face getting a cup of shitty hospital coffee. Dustin must look confused, as Wayne’s face immediately looks concerned when he sees him.

“You alright kid,” he asks, stirring his coffee.

Dustin blinks. “They wouldn’t let me go into Eddie’s room.”

“Yeah, they’re working on him right now. Taking out his breathing tube.”

Panic fills Dustin, the only reaction he’s capable of right now. “Is he ok. That’s a good thing right?”

Wayne sets a steady hand on Dustin’s shoulder. “Yes, that’s a good thing. Why don’t you go sit down, you seem like somethin’s upsetting you.”

Dustin lets Wayne lead him to an empty chair, taking the one beside him. Quiet, letting Dustin be the one to start talking about it. He doesn’t really know how to. Wayne’s been through enough already, he doesn’t need to go through his things too.

Now that he has things to go through.

This was so much easier when things worked out for him. When Will was found and ok. When all his friends made it out of the tunnels underground. When it wasn’t him who lost people, but he could be there to help the ones who did.

He's seen so many people go through the hospital. They always got better in the end, that was good. Why is it so hard during the wait for them to get better? Why does the hope leave him more and more each day? He was the happy one, the one with all the jokes. Helping everyone else out, making sure they smiled.

Who’s going to cheer them up now that the smile can’t seem to return to his face?

“Do you remember Max Mayfield? she lived across from you and Eddie in the trailer park.” Dustin says when the words finally form in his mouth.

Wayne nods. “I do. She a good friend of yours?”

“Yeah,” Dustin plays with the bent cover of his book. “Yeah, she is, one of my best friends. We’ve known her ever since she moved to town back in middle school. She's in a room down the hall from Eddie.”

Wayne looks at Dustin like he understands where this is going. Maybe he does. Or maybe he’s just used to the hospital life after all this time. “Figured, saw her mom here a few times. She doin’ ok?”

Ok isn’t the right word, but Dustin can’t speak for how she feels. He can only speak for himself. And he is definitely not ok. “She’s blind.”

The words feel more crushing now that they’re said out loud.

A sob escapes from Dustin’s chest. The crushing feeling he’s had for weeks finally breaking free. Everything coming out at once in this hospital waiting room. His face falls into his hands, palms pressing into his eyes. Trying to keep the tears inside.

A hand pats his back, comforting him while he breaks. Helping him through this pain. Someone he barely knows but feels so safe around. Silently telling him that everything will be ok. That he will be ok.

Someone else comes and crouches in front of Dustin, placing a hand on his arm. “Hey, what happened?”

Dustin blinks the tears away enough to see Steve looking at him. “What do you think?”

He nods. “Why don’t I take you home, it’s already been a lot today.”

“What, no, I didn’t get to visit Eddie yet today. I have to read him the next chapter.” Dustin pulls himself to sit straighter, making himself look more put together. Tears still running down his cheeks.

“I think Eddie would understand if you missed a day. He would want you to take care of yourself.”

“He’s right,” Wayne agrees. Gently glaring at Steve, but still agreeing. “He wouldn’t want you to strain yourself for his sake.”

Why does everyone keep making decision for Dustin’s benefit? Do they even know what they’re talking about?

Still, Dustin lets Steve bring him home. His mind still stuck in that waiting room with the world falling down around him. Looking through the window doing nothing but add to his feeling. The peaceful outside now rampant with destruction.

The town was broken into pieces. People moved around between the shelters and the hospitals. Some even brought outside of the town to different hospitals in the area. It finally hits Dustin how much of this actually concerns him. How much it always concerned him.

How that kid he used to be kept smiling, he doesn’t quite know anymore. How he was still able to smile a week ago, he doesn’t know. With all that’s happened, with all his friends are going through, he thought he needed to bring levity to it all. Bring the hope that things could get better.

Hope is a dangerous thing. It makes people believe in something that might not happen. Makes him believe that the scars will fade, and the injuries will heal. That his friends will be exactly the same as he knew them last week. A year ago. Two years ago. When they first met.

He’s not even the same as he was a week, a year, two years ago. Somehow, foolishly he thought that life could move on from this. That the upside down would become nothing but a pin in the greater picture of his life. That down the line, when he’s married and maybe has a kid or two of his own, he wouldn’t have to think about it anymore.

Now, it’s become more real than he’s ever thought of before. Now, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to sleep the same again. The nightmares won’t leave with age. His friends will never become less scarred. His mind won’t be as scarred. His childhood will never be just his childhood. A part of it will always be captured by these memories. Memories that he can hope to only repress.

Dustin will have the privilege to walk away after all of these years without as little of a scar. He has what, a sprained ankle, and that’s it. Max is blind, Will’s lungs are damaged from extended time in the upside down. Lucas, Erica, and Mike are completely traumatized by what they’ve seen. By what they’ve been through.

Dustin is traumatized by what he’s seen. By what he’s been through. He’s always said that his was so much better than everyone else’s. That he was the least effected, so it was ok to diminish it.

He’s now realizing how stupid it was to think like that.

Note: Back to the Wayne POV in the next part. All of Dustin's POV will also be uploaded to ao3

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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟤: 𝖠 𝖢𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇’𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖲𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌

the cast // series masterlist

chap. 1 || chap. 2 || chap. 3 || chap. 4 || chap. 5

word count: 3.6k+

tag list: @s0r0ws @starvviss @kjisbae17 @lov3rgirllll @starless-nightz @random-girls-loves

author’s note: so reader calls her biological parent ‘mom’ and percy calls his biological parent ‘mom’ too so they call their non-biological parent ‘mother’, i hope that’s not too confusing! anyways, i hope you liked this chapter! please don’t be a silent reader and interact within the chapter.

ꪆৎ ˚⋅ ➴ ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ ꪆৎ ˚⋅ ➴ ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ

‼️ DISCLAIMERS FOR THIS CHAPTER ‼️

Probably Left on a Cliffhanger ☺️

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Upon returning to New York, the scenery was cloudy, indicating a heavy rainstorm was expected. Once your driver reached the parking lot of your parents’ apartment, you two grabbed your bags and thanked the person. By the time you headed inside the apartment complex, the rain started to lightly pour down, casting a gloomy aura over the entire state.

You dug for the key in your bag, and opened the apartment door, letting Percy enter first and you after. Shutting the door behind you and discarding your bags on the floor as you wandered the apartment. It was scarily empty and silent for your parents to be home. You knew they both came off work early today since the school call, preparing for your return. So, where were they?

The siblings explore deeper into their home, expectantly hoping to see their parents until they notice two figures outside in the window, sitting in the rain.

At first, you froze, being caught off guard, but came to your senses when you realized it was just your parents.

Why were they in the rain? They know they can get sick, right?

Your blonde brother looked up at you before turning back to your unaware parents.

“Mom…” Percy hesitantly starts, “Mother.”

Your parents perked up at the familiar sound of the voice and began to climb through the window, now sheltered again, walking towards you two.

“We’re really sorry, we tried this time. You know how hard it’s been, but this time, it really wasn’t Percy’s fault, it really wasn’t my fault.” You rambled on, tugging on your newly done braids out of nervousness, desperate for them to believe you.

You expected a huge lecture from your mom for being reckless but you didn’t get your ear talked off. To your surprise, your drenched parents pulled you two into a tight hug, but confused as ever, you reciprocated the hug.

“We’re all wet, now,” Percy complains.

“I’m sorry, we’re just very glad to see you two.” They pulled away from the hug, grabbing the two nearby towels from the ironing board and drying themselves with it.

“They called me first.” Your mom points out, “He told me what he thinks happened with Nancy Bobofit.”

Hearing those words, Percy nods embarrassingly and looks down in disappointment.

“I told him I believe my kids, it was a real short call. I hung up on him right after too.”

For a minute, you and Percy both seemed relieved at that information, happy to know that your parents would believe you without any hesitation.

“Hey, all that matters is that you’re both here, okay?” Sally reassures you two, resting both hands on either side of you and Percy’s cheeks.

“Yes, all safe and sound too,” Jessica smiles gently, ruffling your hair, and observing your new box-braids hairstyle. There were some white small clamped seashell hair jewelry dangling in your hair.

“And… your mother and I had enough time to get you this. Think of it as a welcome home gift.” Jessica hands you a small cellophane gift bag and Percy is given the same from Sally.

While Percy’s bag contained variations of blue candies, yours was filled with multiple beach shells, both consisting of different colors, sizes, and shapes, each one expressing a personal unique symbolic nature behind. You gasped in admiration, shuffling the tiny bag in your hand, and observing the beautiful seashells.

“Oh, I love it, thanks mom!” You enthusiastically cheered, hugging the mini bag to your chest.

“No problem, sweetheart,”

Seashells. Since you could have walked, you collected seashells when you spent a day at the beach with your family, showing them off to your mother. Seashells reminded you of the ocean and kept you close to the ocean. It was the one piece of sanity life blessed you with, out of all the absurdity you experienced, seashells at the beach kept you calm.

Even though, there were some questionable moments like when a hermit crab began crawling and talking to you. Or when the fishes swam around you simultaneously like you were in control of them, never dispersing away until your command and not your small kicks of intimidation.

You didn’t know why you’ve always felt connected to the ocean, but you just were. Percy never felt connected to the water as much as you did, only settling with you on the shoreline whenever you’d make sandcastles. Let’s just say, it took your younger brother a couple more years to adjust to the aquatic environment. He’d only stay calm for bubble baths, comforted that someone was there to supervise him, but other than that, he’d throw the meanest temper tantrum ever to exist.

Luckily as the years passed by, so did his resistance to water. During your monthly beach visits, Percy enjoyed the ocean, still never lingering too far away from your parents’ sight. It was the way to keep himself safe and to avoid his parents and sister’s worries. Although he was the baby of the family, in which he loved all the attention from his sister and mothers, he needed his personal space.

“Mr. Brunner called me too. He told us about Grover. So you wanna talk about it?” Percy stayed quiet at the question, only keeping his head down to avoid his parents’ peering eyes. “Is there something else you wanna talk about?” She repeated herself.

“Something happened to me. Something has been happening to me…to Y/N too.”

“And it’s more than just our minds wandering and it got worse, so worse to that point where it actually felt real and everyone else is so blind to it or either ignoring it and it’s driving me crazy.” You explained.

“…We’re scared,” Percy admitted.

Your parents looked at each other, seemingly talking through eye contact. What’s with the secretive communication?

“We have a lot to talk about, but uh, that storm out there, it’s getting angrier, so let’s get ahead of it.” Your mom walked to the couch, grabbing her purse and jacket.

“We’ll talk at the beach, okay? You two, pack a bag, come on,” Your mother demands.

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There was a thunderstorm, lightning cracking heavily throughout the dark night sky and rainfall was pattering as you and Percy struggled to see ahead. In the far distance, there was a yellow source of light, probably a lantern illuminating its crooked figure.

“Who are you?” The mysterious figure croakily asked, “Two children so weak, so scared, so sad. Run away, little heroes before you two get hurt.”

Finally, the lightning cracks and you jump out of your sleep, indicating the end of the unusual dream.

The drive to the cabin was rough and rainy, the car front window made it difficult to see the road, but you all prevailed through it. Your mother, Sally, parks the car a few feet away from the house.

“We’re here.”

“Wait, we’re not running out in the rain, are we?” You questioned, sensing your parents’ shared glance and a smirk forming on Percy’s lips.

“Why, yes, dear sister, we definitely are.”

“Ok, everyone,” The family of four grabbed onto their own door handles, ready to hurriedly exit the car to win the race.

“1…2…3…Go!”

All four of the car doors burst open and everyone came running out of the vehicle, bags in hand and feet running in dirty mud as a mixture of laughs echoed in the air.

Reaching the cabin’s front door, stomping off the tracks of mud on the doormat as the family of four anxiously waited for your mother to search for the key and unlock the door, allowing everyone inside first.

Everyone took a shower to refresh themselves, and to prepare for the rainy night.

Your mother and brother were talking in the kitchen while you and your mom painted each other’s toenails in the living room surrounded by desk lamps and a fireplace, having your own conversation.

“Hey…Mom, I have a question.”

She remained focused, painting your pinky toe with precise detail, “Yeah, sure? What is it, sweetie?”

“Am I enough for you and mother?”

This made Jessica’s movements halt abruptly, slowly staring up at you.

“Of course, you’re good enough for me and your mother,” Her eyes squinted in confusion as she cleared her throat, looking down at the nail polish before closing it, “What brought this question on?”

“I was just wondering, y’know how Percy’s special all the time so everyone’s attention must be focused on him all the time…It's just that sometimes,” You sigh exhaustively, unable to arrange your thoughts into coherent sentences. “I feel like I’m so out of balance like I’m a huge burden to this family. I was meant to only be the protector of this family and nothing else in life.”

“You’re just as important as everyone else in this family. You are my firstborn child, my one and only daughter, I love you so much. I’m so sorry if me or your mother have neglected you to attend to Percy’s needs more. And we’ll both try to spend equally quality time with you and Percy.” Your mom reassures you, tears brimming in her eyes as she sniffles lightly, wiping the stray tears away from your cheek. “I’m so so sorry, you have to believe me. I never did anything to intentionally hurt you and I love you from the bottom of my heart. Yes, you may consider yourself as the protector of this family, but I don’t want you to carry that burden at such a young age.”

Overwhelmed by her emotions, your mom gently beckoned you over with a soothing hug, smiling softly when you hugged back. You nodded at the comforting feeling you’d been so absent from, wrapping your arms tightly around her shoulders, letting the remaining tears fall.

“I can tell you anything, right?”

“Yes, sweetheart, of course,”

At that, she disconnected the hug, disposing of the astray tears with a quiet sniffle.

“I also had a sinking feeling in my stomach all day, telling me….debating that something is going to happen, something horrible and I won’t be able to stop it in time, and I’ll regret it so much to the point where I convinced myself it’s all my fault. I’m so scared, Mom,” You whispered, shaking your head as the tears built up again, temporarily affecting your eye vision.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she frowned. “Listen to me that’s not going to happen, we’re all going to survive, I’m certain of it.”

“You promise?”

“I promise, baby,”

You held your pinky finger out, “Pinky promise?”

“You can’t trust my word?”

“This is just for my own good.”

She laughs, interlocking her pinky finger with yours, verifying the promise.

“Can’t go back on your word anymore.”

You let go of her pinky finger. “I never intended to.”

Another two presences entered the living room as your mom kissed your forehead, imprinting a faint dark red lipstick stain.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Percy asked, noticing your solemn face and slight tears rolling down your cheeks.

“It’s fine, Percy,” You hastily wiped the tears away with your long-sleeved shirt. You attempted to hide your sniffles with a couple of fake coughs but your brother remained unconvinced.

Sally turns to her wife, Jessica, with a questioning gaze and raised eyebrows at the sad sight of your crying face. Jessica tilts her head to the side, brushing it off and Sally nods in understanding.

“Y/N and Percy sit down, we have something very important to tell you.”

Percy squeezes himself into the same one-person chair that you were currently occupying and gives you a half-lipped smile.

“Talk?” Your mom stares at her wife, “About what?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I thought we agreed on this…—“

“Yes, I know we agreed but it’s becoming too dangerous for them to be in the dark for this long.” Sally explains, ignoring her children’s confused looks, “Percy just told me one of those creatures came for them in an unconscious state, we don’t have any more time to procrastinate on, it’s either now or never.”

Your mom deeply inhales sitting on the couch beside you and Sally sits on the other couch, beside Percy. “Fine.” She brushes the braid dangling in your face away behind your ear, partially caressing your cheek. “Just know me and your mother are doing this for your safety.”

It was almost as if your presence gave Percy the confidence to confess to your parents how he’d really been feeling these past couple of months.

“I’m used to feeling weird. I’m used to the world feeling weird to me. Like a puzzle with half the wrong pieces. I try to pay attention. I really try, but…then I’m daydreaming. I can’t help it. But lately…it hasn’t felt like daydreaming, it’s felt, I don’t know, more real, maybe?” Percy looks at you, “And when me and Y/N were at the museum–“

“You saw something,” Your mother, Sally assumes. “Something that felt real to you and your sister, but no one else could see?”

“What did she say to you?”

“Oh, this is beyond creepy ass shit,” You whispered to yourself.

Your mom overheard your comment and nudged you to the side with a demanding gaze. “Who told your ass to start cussing?! I never said you could, and neither did your mother.”

“She? How did you know it was a she?”

Instead of answering the question, your mother deflected by asking another question. “Do you know why we come to this cabin every year?”

“Because it’s near the septic tanks, so it’s cheap.”

“Ewww, is that the reason why we visit here?”

“Mom, how did you know about that thing we saw?” Percy insists on his question, desperately awaiting an honest explanation.

“We come to this place every year because this is the place where me and Sally met your father,” Jessica concluded.

“Our dad? What does that deadbeat man have to do with this? Any of this absurdity going on with me and Percy’s lives?” You asked.

“A long time ago, I met a man, here on the beach. He was wise and brave and kind and noble.”

Oh great, a story time on how they met your father. If he was so fucking great, then where the hell is he now?

“It’s not great to give him all that credit, my love,” Jessica disagrees, “It was the bare minimum any man could do for a woman.” See, even your own mom agrees with your perspective on him.

“Anyways…do you want me to finish this or do you have it?”

“Oh no, I have nothing nice to say about that asshole. So please, my love, continue.”

“From that moment, I saw that I had never met a man like him before and neither did Jessica. And then I realized he was unlike any man I had ever met before…because he wasn’t a man at all. He was a god.”

To be honest, it took you and Percy some time to actually recognize the hidden meaning behind her secret.

“…You fell in love with God? Like…— like Jesus?”

“Oh my god, we’re Jesus’ children,” you said, leaning back into your chair. “I- I don’t even know what to say right now! I'm at such a loss for words.”

“No you’re not Jesus’ children,” Jessica clarifies quickly. “And not God. A god. Y/N and Percy, the stories that me and your mother have told you about Greek gods and heroes and monsters, they are real.”

“Mom—“

“In those stories, we have told you about how gods and mortals would sometimes have children together…”

“Mom, please, stop..” You pleaded but she didn’t listen.

“Those children are called demigods…and sometimes they are known as half-bloods.”

“That’s what the monster called us.” Percy recalls, “Last I checked I wasn’t no reptile,”

“You idiot, that’s cold-blooded, a reptile.” You corrected your brother with a roll of your eyes, “She called us, half-bloods? Is that supposed to be an insult or a threat to our lives, Mother?”

“A threat, definitely a threat,” The brunette woman answered.

“For which one?”

“Which one do you think, Percy?”

“This is no time for guessing games, you two!” Your mom shouts, her attitude getting the best of her.

“What’s happening?”

“You two are half-bloods and half-bloods are not safe in the world.”

“You mean we’re not safe in your world, the human world. There’s a magical or supernatural world built for people like us, right? Is that what you’re implying?” You summarized.

“Yes, that’s exactly it!” Sally nods reassuringly, “Attagirl, babydoll,”

“Once they reach a certain age and they begin to understand what they are, terrible forces are drawn to them, driven to harm them before they can become strong enough to fight back. That is what you two have been feeling. It has always been a part of who you are, it was always coming, your mother and I just—“

“Why are you telling us this now?”

“I know that this is hard to understand, but you have to believe us that this is real.”

Percy jumps up from the chair, startling you a little by his random outburst. “No, this is crazy, okay? I am not a god. Y/N’s not a god. There is something wrong with my brain. I understand that I’m weird, believe me, I get it, but I’m afraid something may be really broken now.”

“Oh, baby, no—“ Jessica whispers, reaching her hands out for Percy’s with tears forming in her eyes.

Why is everyone crying all of a sudden?

“And now you’re telling me stories like it’s gonna make it okay? Well, I’m not a baby! I know there’s no such thing as monsters or gods and I know for certain that there is no such thing as demigods.”

“Yeah, I don’t know, my naive blondie of a little brother, why would they lie about that?” You shrugged, sarcasm laced in your tone, “It’s not like they’re being hunted and killed for accepting being a demigod, oh right, that’s happening now!”

Interrupted by rapid knocks on the cabin door made you jump a little in surprise and everyone looked at the door.

“Who’s there?”

“Mrs. Jackson or Mrs. Matthews? It’s Grover.”

It was Percy’s best friend, Grover.

“Grover?”

“What is Grover doing here? Please don’t tell me he’s one of us.”

“More complicated than that.” Sally whistles, scratching the back of her head.

“This is a little time-sensitive. Could someone maybe open the door?”

“What is he doing here? I don’t wanna see him.”

Your mom, Jessica, got up from her seat and went to open the door. She opened the door halfway, talking to Grover, keeping the conversation low.

“We asked to have the night with them, you said we could all leave in the morning.”

“Sorry, I’m early, but I didn’t have any choice. Things have changed, this is all developing a lot faster than we anticipated.”

At that, your mother, Sally got up and walked over to the front door.

“Early?” You and Percy shared confused looks.

He was soaked from the rain and hurried inside the cabin, incoherently talking about revealing the big secret.

“You should asked me before you—“

“Whatever it is you’re gonna say, I don’t wanna…hear it. Grover...” Your eyes trailed down to his lower body. At first, you gasped in bewilderment and disgust but were unable to display another reaction to this current crisis.

“Percy.” Grover briefly acknowledges the blonde boy.

“Okay, so something’s coming.”

“Grover…”

“And I know that sounds really bad.”

“Grover…?”

“But the important thing is not to panic.”

“I’m not panicking.” Jessica retorts.

“Great! I’m also definitely not panicking!”

“Grover, you’re a terrible liar,” You snorted.

“I feel very good about how we’re doing so far—“

“Grover!” Percy exclaims, waringly looking down at his friend’s lower body, or rather the lack thereof. Shockingly enough, his lower body wasn’t one of a human’s but one of the legs of an animal, specifically a goat.

“What?” Grover snapped, turning his head to the siblings, hitting his hoove against the wooden floor.

“Grover, why is there half a goat in your pants?”

“Oh, it’s...” The young boy looked down at his own legs.

“Did your mom fuck a goat or something?” The question had to be asked, but it yet remained to be answered.

“Oh! Oh boy, your parents didn’t tell you about…” He trails off, turning to them, “You didn’t tell them about me?!” He shouts accusingly.

“You’re early.” Jessica sucks her teeth.

“Very early.” Sally includes.

“So, the important thing is not to panic…” Grover sends an uneasy smile your way. If anything that made your anxiety skyrocket through the sky.

“Oh, we’re not panicking, well at least I know I’m not.” You paused, staring at your brother’s dumbfounded face, “I just have questions, and a lot of them.”

Percy continued to analyze his friend’s goat legs and skeptically stared at his face.

“We’ll continue this in the car. Let’s go,” Sally ushers everyone out of the cabin and Jessica grabs the car keys.

“Y/N and Percy bring your bags.”

You groaned internally, it seemed as if you were just lugging that one bag everywhere.

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sleepyfireball · 23 hours

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I loved Season 3 of Bridgerton so much

I loved Colin and Penelope's romance, how it was evident she was still in love with him and yet was trying to be practical. Not to mention the fact that he was down bad after one (1) kiss, like she got him good with that one! Also, love the fact that Colin was trying to get Penelope to not be herself and yet it was by being herself that she attracted Debling (decent guy through and through, low key thinking him and Cressida might be a good match) and Colin's jealousy was phenomenal, just the yearning, amazing. And of course, the carriage scene, damn did it deliver or what.

I loved seeing Francesca in a more prominent role and I'm so pleased with Hannah's portrayal. I was a little worried that it wouldn't feel like Francesca but she just nailed it. Francesca and John were so cute together, just sitting there silently confusing the hell out of the Bridgertons.

I enjoyed Violet immensely this season. I'm so glad that the writers are showing how she has learned from previous seasons, especially with Eloise and her role in society. I think Violet isn't entirely sure how best to help Francesca because she is quite different from Violet herself and from her own sisters, but it was evident from the scene of Francesca playing the sheet music that John got her that Violet recognises how happy he makes Francesca. Violet also clued on about Colin's predicament very quickly, thank goodness otherwise we would have needed another 5 years for Colin to work up the courage to tell Penelope his feelings. Ruth Gemmell really shone in her scenes where she was advising any of her children, but particularly with Colin, amazing, no notes.

I adored the scenes between Marcus Anderson and Violet. They had a really palpable chemistry, but they aren't going to fast with it, which I appreciate, and I'm really looking forward to seeing how their story continues to develop into Part 2. Ruth Gemmell really made it feel realistic with the small hope of more while still primarily focusing on her children and not getting carried away too quickly.

Queen Charlotte was phenomenal this season alongside Lady Danbury. They've really played into the friendship that was established in QC: ABS which was a wonderful call because these two actors are amazing together. I only wished we had gotten more Lady Danbury and Penelope scenes, to establish that relationship, but perhaps it will come in Part 2.

Marcus Anderson is an enigma, especially with whatever happened between him and Lady Danbury, I really hope he is as good a guy as he comes across as, because him and Violet have really got something cute going on. Also, Lady Danbury can either keep her mouth shut about it, or be confronted by Violet about loving her dad. Lady Danbury really doesn't have a leg to stand on here.

Eloise, this season, made perfect sense to me. She is finally starting to embrace a little of what the Season can offer and I wasn't expecting to like her and Cressida's friendship at all, but it does seem to have helped Eloise a little, especially after her falling out with Penelope. I'm pleased they didn't go for the outright villain route of her revealing Whistledown even accidentally. I think by the end of the season Eloise and Penelope will hopefully be friends again, or at least something nearing it, because while Cressida has helped Eloise, it is clear the Eloise's morals feel a bit torn about this due to Cressida's actions, particularly towards Penelope.

It was interesting to see more of Cressida this season and some of the pressure she finds herself under due to her family. I also appreciate that the writers are like we'll explain why she does it, but it doesn't excuse her actions.

I think the Featheringtons continue to be comedic relief, which is highly entertaining. The Featheringtons may not be my favourite family and their treatment of Penelope is reproachable but when it is just Portia, Prudence and Phillipa, the entertainment is amazing. Polly Walker, particularly, did amazingly in her scenes.

I'm not sure how to feel about Benedict and Lady Tilley Arnold, it felt a little unnecessary for Benedict to fall into bed with another person and Lady Tilley certainly seems to be questionable in some way, especially with her lawyer.

I liked seeing the Mondrich's, even if it felt like their story was a little unnecessary. Like we've had stories about trying to fit in society, I feel like the writers could have used the time to explore the other stories they had, but I didn't dislike their scenes.

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mayasdeluca · 19 hours

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Stuck between trying not to complain over every little thing as we get closer to the end but also feeling like we shouldn't have to settle for crumbs but the fact that Maya and Carina finally get the moment they've been waiting for and are in the process of getting pregnant (Carina may actually be pregnant now?) and it's another wordless montage and we don't get to hear their reactions or hear them say I love you or any words to each other...that was a bit disappointing. And no kiss again either. I guess everyone is against their mouths having contact this season. (I did really enjoy the head kiss in the lounge though and that scene was lovely.)

But aside from that, seeing them so happy to get to that point of the IVF process and seeing them show it in general was still nice and after all their failed tries, they finally made it. ❤️

I thought the episode was pretty good overall and really touched on a lot of important topics. The clinic stuff was incredibly important and I absolutely loved how Carina is also fluent in Spanish. (It was sexy as hell too. 🥵)

I really thought Liam's bio dad was going to be a problem but then again, there's only two episodes left and it's mostly wildfire stuff so it makes sense they already wrapped it up and I'm glad Liam gets to stay where he belongs but that he'll get to know his bio dad as well. Seems like a good solution for all involved.

Seeing protective Maya at the clinic with Carina was everything and I'm glad we got that moment since I'm not sure we'll have much more time for any more of it. I just knew that's how she would be once finding out Carina was pregnant and it's adorable.

I found Ross' sister entertaining for the most part and enjoyed seeing her relationship with Ross and how it progressed by the end of the episode. It was funny how she reacted to Sullivan and Andy at first. But also the way this show tries to spin this narrative about how epic of a love story Ross and Sullivan are will forever make me side eye. They just aren't that couple no matter how much they try to force it.

And trying not to be bitter about the fact that they are the couple to get an engagement party (are we also seeing their wedding too still?) and getting this much focus when they haven't even been one of the main ships of the show for long. It's not surprising though given how obsessed the writers have been with them.

It was cute how Maya and Carina told everyone the update about Liam and his bio dad at the party and everyone was excited for them. As expected we didn't get much of them in those outfits after all.

Now onto the wildfire stuff and promo...I'm trying not to get my hopes up but the potential of Maya getting seriously injured with Carina now being pregnant?? They can do so much with that and you just know Carina is going to be a nervous wreck and they have a moment in the promo. Between them now getting to adopt Liam and now having another baby on the way and Carina potentially losing Maya? I NEED Marina to exchange I love you's in these last two episodes. We need to hear Carina say it to Maya. It's been so long and it's so fitting for this kind of scenario. I really hope they don't let us down.

Just seeing the promo and seeing the words series finale really hit me for the first time, I'm not going to lie. Despite all the frustration and sadness this show has brought, especially recently with the unfair treatment, just knowing that we are so close to the end and so close to not having this couple on screen anymore...I've been trying not to think about it and get too sad before it happens but it's starting to become real and it's definitely going to be hard watching these last two episodes. I'm truly going to miss Marina and everything they represented.

#station 19 #station 19 spoilers #carina x maya #two more episodes...fingers crossed we get quality marina content

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httpkaulitz · 22 hours

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PAIRINGS: Tom x Female reader x Voyeur!Bill

CONTENT: Smut

SYNOPSIS: You get surprised to discover that you like being watched.

WARNINGS: dom!Tom, sub!reader, Voyeurism, p in v, kissing, fingering, oral

You didn't tell Tom. At first, you weren't sure if anything had happened. Maybe it was your imagination. Second, you didn't want to antagonize the two brothers over something you weren't sure about. Thirdly, you didn't know how to feel about it.

Voyeurism was definitely not one of your things and the fact that someone had seen you and your boyfriend having sex made you uncomfortable. But deep down, your core tightened every time you thought about it.

You kept imagining his eyes and his cheeky smile in your mind. You couldn't say you were attracted to Bill, even though he was hot. But no, you weren't interested in him. The idea of him watching you was exciting in a strange way.

It bothered you. You felt like you were cheating on Tom and you hated it. You loved Tom with all your heart and refused to lose him because of some strange fascination with his brother.

The solution was to avoid Bill at all costs and that feeling would soon disappear. Every time Tom asked you to go to the movies or have dinner with his family, you managed to find some excuses. It worked. Until tonight.

Tom returned home all happy, with Bill at his side, claiming that he had invited his brother to dinner. You couldn't refuse or it would be enough to raise suspicion, which you didn't want at all.

Dinner was fine, except for the sly looks Bill was giving you. It made you feel uncomfortable again. He couldn't know that you knew. It was impossible.

You wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. Bill always seemed to be ahead of everyone. That was almost scary, you thought as you looked between the two brothers who were watching some silly show on television. Tom's arm was around your shoulders and you couldn't help but lean on him for protection against Bill.

"So." Bill cleared his throat as he turned his face to look at you. “I think it’s time to confess that you saw me that day, right?”

He knew. Your breathing hitched. Tom looked at you, but when you refused to look at him, he spoke to his brother. "Saw you? Where?"

“The other day, at our parents’ house, when you two had sex in the kitchen.” He spoke so casually it was almost irritating.

This cheeky idiot. He seemed to be enjoying himself while you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Against all odds, Tom laughed. “So you got caught. Looks like you’re not as sneaky as you used to be.”

Your eyes glanced sharply at your boyfriend. “Aren’t you mad?”

Tom chuckled and tilted his head to look at you. “Do you think this is the first time? Bill has been doing it since we was teenagers. He's always had a tendency toward voyeurism, but it didn't bother me too much. I mean, the boy had to learn from someone.” He added with a proud smile on his face.

Bill snorted. “Don’t fool yourself so much, brother.”

“You’re the one who’s always watching me, brother.” He shrugged. “I hope it was fun to watch.”

You watched the brothers, almost gaping. How could they speak so lightly about this kind of things?

“Actually, I did.” Bill winked at you. “You look beautiful when you come.”

Now you were gaping.

“She is, isn’t she?” Tom mocked him. “Would you like to see her again?”

Your eyes widened. "Tom! I'm not a cheap whore! I will not be shared between you two.” It was a little too much. You tried to push him away, but his arm around your shoulders kept you close.

“Calm down, love.” He said with an apologetic smile. “I just wanted us to have fun, but if you’re not willing-”

Bill interrupted him as he looked at you curiously. “I'm sure you liked it. The thrill of knowing someone is watching you while you have sex. Wasn’t that exciting?”

"Well, I don't know, I mean, sure, but." You stuttered nervously. If they hadn't been before, your cheeks were definitely on fire now.

Bill laughed and playfully slapped your knee. "I knew."

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled. Tom leaned over you and kissed your cheek. "Do you want to try?" His lips descended on your neck, peppering the area with kisses that sent shivers down your spine.

"Now?" You were scared and excited. The mix of feelings made your palms sweat and your heart raced when you remembered how Bill looked at you.

“There’s no better time, don’t you think?” The other hand caressed your bare knee to finally sneak under your skirt. Your eyes met Bill's and you realized they were already dark with lust.

You had to put some boundaries in place before it went too far for your sanity.

“Alright, you can watch. But without touching.” You tried to maintain a firm and determined tone, but it was difficult with Tom's fingers pulling your panties to the side.

Bill bit his lip. “Of course, I can still touch myself, right?” He added with a sly smile.

"Yes." You replied distractedly as your boyfriend's fingers invaded your core and made you gag.

Three of his fingers were curled inside you expertly while his thumb circled your clit. Your release was near, even though his magic had just begun. The problem with Tom is that he knew how to play your body like an instrument. This time, he wanted to make you lose your mind really quickly. Your head fell back and you buried your face in his neck, but Tom seemed to have another idea in mind.

"Look at my brother, darling." He whispered in a gentle voice. “Let him see how beautiful you look when you cum. That's why he's here.”

Lost in a haze, you turned your face away from him to look at Bill as waves of pleasure coursed through you. He still had that arrogant smile on his face, but his eyes said he was enchanted.

When you were finished, Tom removed his fingers and licked them hungrily. “And she has amazing taste too.”

He kissed you deeply on the mouth and held out your hand to help you up. "Room?"

You nodded slightly and Tom smiled before stroking your cheek. “Lead the way, my love.”

You took the two brothers down to the hallway and entered the room you shared with Tom. He pointed his finger towards an armchair and Bill sat in it while you stood in the middle of the room, half-paralyzed, realizing you were about to have sex with someone watching.

Tom came towards you with a predatory smile that made you forget everything else. Cautiously, you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him and tugged at his shirt so your could take it off. The sight of his bare skin made you drool and you covered his upper body in kisses. As you knelt down and reached for his belt, you heard his breathing quicken. You helped him unzip his jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxers. His cock was already fully erect, the tip already leaking, begging for attention. You moved closer and gently kissed his tip before licking his head teasingly.

"Love." Tom whimpered and you smiled. He might brag about controlling you, but you were the one in control when you sucked his dick.

He desperately placed his hand on the back of your head. You slowly opened your mouth and gave him what he wanted. His hands gripped your hair as your head bobbed with every movement you made, every lick you gave.

At some point, his hands tensed in your hair and he pulled you back, your mouth releasing his cock with a wet pop.

"You know how much I love this, but not as much as watching you come undone multiple times before me." He pulled you gently and kissed your lips tenderly.

As he unbuttoned your shirt, the thought came to your mind that Bill was still in the room.

Tom seemed to sense your discomfort. "You want to stop?"

You shook your head and licked your lips. “It's just that he's going to see me naked. Won’t that bother you?”

“No, if it doesn’t bother you.” He smiled and looked at his brother. “Besides, I think he’s seen worse. Right?” Bill grunted in response and Tom winked playfully at you. “I'm really proud of your ass, you know.”

Narrowing your eyes, you smacked the side of his head. "Idiot."

He looked at you with puppy eyes and you rolled your eyes. "Should we continue?"

You nodded. Tom wasted no time and soon, your clothes were on the floor. You laid down on the sheets, him hovering over you. His eyes glowed hungrily as they roamed your body.

His first target was your hardened nipples. You gasped audibly as he kissed and sucked them. You rubbed your thighs, trying to ease the pressure you felt as he kissed every inch of your body. He tickled your navel with his tongue and then finally spread your legs.

One of his fingers teased your entrance and you squirmed, trying to seduce him even more. But Tom's finger disappeared very quickly and you saw your boyfriend lick it through half-closed eyes.

"Delicious." He leaned in until his face was inches from your pussy. “What if I tried it?” And he did. His tongue greedily licked your folds, drinking up your juices like a man who had just been given a glass of ice water after getting lost in the desert.

One of your hands guided him to where you liked most while the other pinched your nipples. You turned your head and saw Bill. Moans and whimpers now escaped his mouth. There was no longer any restriction. He wanted to see? Let him see, you would give him a great show. He seemed to enjoy it anyway, as he frantically massaged the bulge in his pants.

Tom suddenly sucked on your clit and you came again, screaming his name and squeezing his head between your thighs. Your hips were swaying on the bed. But your eyes didn't leave Bill for a second.

You had just calmed down from your orgasm when Tom lay on top of you and kissed you fiercely, making you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hand slid down until it reached his cock, which you stroked gently. But you wanted more, much more. You broke the kiss, out of breath and searched blindly in your nightstand drawer. When you finally found the condom, you could have cried with joy. Tom took it and put it on quickly. You waited with heavy breathing, but nothing happened.

Exasperated, you shifted beneath him, locking his hips between your legs to dig your heels into his buttocks. But he resisted. The idiot resisted.

"Tom." You groaned impatiently.

He laughed at your overreaction. "Come on, love. Take me inside."

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his cock with an exaggerated sigh and slowly eased it inside you, inch by inch. When he was deep inside you, you both let out a sigh of relief.

Tom set a lazy pace. He knew you wanted it hard and fast, but right now, he was determined to make you cum again before he did. Well, two could play that game. You tightened around him and he groaned.

“You little slut! If you don’t stop this little game, I’ll stop everything.” You relaxed and he began his lazy movements again.

"Good girl, now give me one, just for me." His eyes were boring into yours. "I want to see you."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you whimpered as you felt the pressure build in your belly. Tom continued encouraging you. "That's it baby, you know how much I like it."

Another squeeze and he groaned. His hips pumped faster, finally giving you what you craved. Your nails scratched his back as you came, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream.

He pulled away as you went through your third orgasm of the night. He pulled out and turned you onto your side before getting behind you. He hooked one of your legs around his waist and didn't give you time to recover as he entered you again with one quick movement.

Oversensitive, out of breath, you protested against his frantic pace. “Tom, please.”

“Come on baby, I know you’ve got one more in you. Show my brother how beautiful you are in ecstasy for the last time.” Tom whispered in your ear hoarsely.

Bill. You completely forgot about his presence once again. He was still sitting in the armchair, but he had unzipped his pants and taken off his shirt. He was holding his cock, his cheeks red with excitement and pleasure. He was close. You could tell by looking into his eyes. He had the same glow that Tom had before he lost control. He returned your gaze, biting his lip seductively. Something squeezed your abdomen and you groaned.

This crazy situation turned you on like nothing else. The room was filled with moans and grunts, the sounds of skin slapping against skin. It was vulgar, to say the least, but you couldn't care less. You really liked this idea of being fucked and watched at the same time.

Tom grunted behind you and slid his hand against your pussy to rub your clit. You squeezed him again, shaking and curling your toes as you orgasmed again. Several sobs escaped your mouth. Tom gave one last hard, deep thrust before spilling himself into the condom as Bill moaned as his cum covered his hand and lower abdomen in white ribbons.

You raised an arm behind you to pull Tom toward you. You turned your head and stole a kiss from his lips. You enjoyed this post-coital moment, when he was still buried deep inside you and the two of you shared a few tender kisses. He cupped your cheek and left his mouth to caress your nose in the sweetest way.

Bill cleared his throat, breaking the magic of the moment. “Well, as fun as it was, I better get home. I have some things to do.”

You slowly turned your head towards him and noticed that he was indeed ready to go, clean and dressed.

Tom gently pulled away from you. He got rid of the condom and put on his jeans again. "I will accompany you."

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, you pulled the blanket over your naked body.

"See you soon." Bill winked at you.

Then he looked at his brother smugly. “Maybe next time I can touch?”

Tom chuckled lightly and pushed his brother out of the room before following him.

Alone, you continued replaying what had just happened in your mind with a stupid smile on your face. Then Bill's last words echoed in your head. Maybe, just maybe, next time he could touch.

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #gustav schäfer #georg listing #bill kaulitz smut #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader

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GUS LEAVES ARENA WITH QUEEN, PRINCE JACQUES

Does this mean Gus officially has the royal seal of approval?

Gus was spotted leaving the Tartosa National Arena along with Her Majesty The Queen and Prince Jacques (and a small army of bodyguards). The multi-hyphenate hunk, who during the ceremony sat next to The Queen, was seen engaging in lively banter with the royal couple throughout the event.

When the trio finally left the arena, they were also photographed looking quite happy, with the Queen and The Prince smiling at whatever Gus was saying.

A royal insider reveals that Gus has quietly carved a pretty solid standing among the members of the Royal Family, and if his attendance during the Games are any indication, he's already gotten the seal of approval:

It's one thing to attend the games with Anya's siblings, but it's a whole 'nother thing to not only attend with her parents, but be actually sat next to the Queen herself. This just tells me that Gus is in. He's got it. He's got that seal of approval. And I think this is the first time - correct me if I'm wrong - that any of Anya's boyfriends has actually breached the proverbial castle's towers and gotten chummy with the rest of the family. With Gus, it's not just speculations that he's 'IN' we get photos to support that - him leaving the palace with Anya after dinner, attending with her siblings and parents, and again, sitting next to the freaking Queen herself. He's definitely won them over."

Meanwhile, a well-placed source within the Palace walls confirms that the royals have welcomed Gus into the fold:

"The Queen, particularly, has had some doubts when it comes to Gus being in the picture again. They've known him since he was a kid, and they've tried -and some claim that they've actually succeeded - in shutting down his relationship with Anya back when they were teenagers. But seeing him now, how he's supported Anya and how he obviously makes her happy - they were all willing to give him a chance. It wasn't a hard sell. Gus is very likeable. He's charming, down-to-earth, very smart, and funny, too - and of course, he seems quite genuinely smitten with Anya, and the Family sees that. But ultimately, It all boils down to Anya. The Queen and Prince Jacques recognises that she's a woman now, and she's more than capable of making her own decisions. So as long as he doesn't go around breaking Anya's heart, Gus has a standing invitation at the Palace."

He does seem like a guy who's crazy in love with Anya. For starters, the man was there for Every. Single. Day of the competition. He was also heard, at some point, yelling "that's my girl" when Anya cleared a particularly difficult jump. How cute is that?

"Gus has been there, done that with the whole hiding their relationship thing and that blew up in their faces. This time around, he and Anya have both decided that their love is to be shared with everyone. So he's done hiding. He wants the world to know that he's Anya's guy, and she's his girl."

After all the boyfriends, non-boyfriends, and names linked to Anya through the years, I'm all for Gus and his I-Don't-Give-A-Damn-I'm-In-Love-With-Her attitude! Hope this relationship lasts, fingers and toes crossed!

#ts4 #theroyalsims #ts4 simblr #simblr #ts4 royal simblr #ts4 royals #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 royal story #mystory #gus #anya #tartosa

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ff7-has-taken-me-over · 1 day

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This one’s gonna be a first to see around here but the thought struck me and I saw someone say that if Zack survived, him, Aerith and Cloud would’ve been a triad and I one thousand percent agree.

So! Zack and Aerith would dote on Cloud so fucking heavily. Not in any, outstanding, buys him gifts and whatever he pleases sort of way but just in all the small gestures they do for him.

Cause Cloud is so effortlessly thoughtful despite being so painfully awkward sometimes. He hears Aerith has run out of tampons and he goes and gets her favourite brand even though her period is still weeks out.

Zack mentions his bike is making funny noises and he’s gotta wait for the next pay check to take it to a mechanic and he’ll just go and fix it himself without prompting.

Aerith complains one time about him and Zack hogging the blankets again and Cloud wraps her in her own blanket that same night, putting Zack in the middle so he can still cuddle both of them but will only fight Cloud for the blanket since they’re the two sharing.

It’s just all these little actions that he does because he’s so endlessly caring and he doesn’t even realise it sometimes and Zack and Aerith wanna return the favour however they can. But Cloud’s so quiet and is always content to just go along with them and whatever they want.

It’s embarrassingly hard to return such thoughtless actions when Cloud usually looks after himself whenever he needs or wants something. Always putting their priories ahead of his own and thinking it too bothersome to ask anything of them.

So they dote on him in other ways. Any way they can get away with and that won’t make Cloud clam up and isolate cause he thinks he’s being too much. Which is ridiculous cause he’s quite literally dating the human embodiment of a puppy and the sun, but they’re still working on that.

So Aerith gifts him flowers. Making crowns and placing them in his hair when it’s a day he can just sit back and relax. Or tucking them away in places he can find them easy when he’s moving around their shared spaces for jobs.

Zack goes out of his way to pick up food from Cloud’s favourite Junon place every so often, always lying and saying it was on the way back so Cloud doesn’t pout at him.

They both shower him in affection near constantly, brushing fingers through his hair and placing soft kisses on his cheeks and shoulders. Wrapping arms around his waist and leaning up against him or pulling him down, into their laps and simply holding him quietly.

Sometimes they manage a gift when he’s in one of his better moods. A new set of wrenches cause he somehow lost a few in the last set. A pair of riding goggles cause when he got tossed from his bike the last pair came off and broke. A new book or some graphite pencils for him to sketch the landscapes he sees when he’s out on deliveries that take him away from them.

It’s all in the little things they do for him. Cause they love him dearly and only wish for his happiness. Cloud had lived a tough life, they all had really, but Cloud always seemed to struggle with it the most. Still woke up panting and looking around frantically without actually seeing anything.

Still looked at them with so much longing and heartache that it broke their hearts to know they were technically the reasons it was there. Still sometimes hesitated before coming to them for affection. Like he was scared they’d turn him away or disappear the second he so much as breathed on them.

So they tried to dote on him as much as they could. Tried to return his effortless care and quiet affection in any way they could manage. Just for the hope that one day he wouldn’t be quite so scared anymore. That maybe he wouldn’t hesitate in letting them know when he needed them, and just so he knew they loved him. No matter how long any of it took.

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gina-chan1979 · 2 days

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“His name was Gambit, remember it!” ❤️ 😭

Well we all expected this, right, right?!….I KNOW I HAD MY DOUBTS

X-MEN 97 SPOILERS BELOW 👇

-OMGGGGAWDS SO VERY HAPPY RIGHT NOW….my buddy Apocalypse is gonna bring me boy back ❤️ I hope they do the “Death” storyline better than it was in comics…I need that Romy reunion in Season 2! I really can not wait!

-Can we stop with Magneto 97 already?! Seems we are going down the A of A route and I don’t need to see more Rogneto…

-No Nightcrawler death…which I am sooo happy with!

-Loved the Avengers cameos again

-LOVED SEEING MY GIRL ROGUE KICK ASS IN MEMORY OF HER BOY

-Overall good season finale…at least it didn’t get emotionally worse…

Thoughts? Predictions?

-I think it is gonna be a long road to a Romy reunion…but I AM THRILLED HE IS COMING BACK ❤️

-Will Wolvie come back as a Horseman too? Will there be two Deaths?

#xmen #xmen97 #x men #x men97 #apocalypse #spoilers #Death #deathbit #age of apocalypse #gambit #rogue #remy lebeau #xmen spoilers

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morganafata · 27 days

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Thanks for the brain worms, Lovely Runner. Now I have theories

I don't watch a lot of currently airing dramas and when I do, I don't usually post anything aside from 'cuuuuute' or 'paaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnn". But because I can no longer be normal about waiting for things, I have let Lovely Runner consume my mind and now I have thoughts about it.

Because the real cool thing about this show (and about kdramas in general) is that it's not just a quirky romcom about two clowns falling in awkward love with each other- it's a murder mystery whodunnit revolving around how Sun Jae died the night he reunited with Im Sol. It's a kdrama but giving '7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hugo' vibes where the protagonist has to figure out who the murderer was in what looks like a suicide while inhabiting a body that's not their's. But in this case, Im Sol has yet to realize that it's a murder. And now I have a Theory.

And it's that Im Sol was the objective the entire time. If not the target, then the focus of the killer. The murderer, whoever it was, just wanted Sun Jae out of the way because he knew that if Sun Jae managed to re-establish a connection with Im Sol again, it would be harder to prey/stalk/possibly murder her.

Because I have watched ep 1 god only knows how many times, and it actually looks as though the phone was deliberately knocked out of her hand. I've seen some theories float around that it might have been a future version of Sun Jae but why would he do that to the woman he loved, knowing what she would endure with her cell phone out of commission (unable to call for help, stranded in the cold with a broken wheelchair). It makes more sense that it was someone with more sinister motives, someone who definitely didn't want her to be able to call for help. It would also make her more willing to get into the most convenient, immediate form of transportation that happened to be passing by. Like...a taxi.

I also think that this stalker/murderer would have been doing this since her high school days because of the fact that someone in a taxi had been following her in episode 4. And what a parallel that would be- just as Im Sol admired to Sun Jae since she was a teenager right into her thirties (and vice versa with Sun Jae having been in love with her from the beginning to the present day) we have another character who has also been obsessed with Im Sol, but not in the sweet, innocent way she was devoted to Sun Jae but in a dangerously obsessed fashion that's more "if I can't have you nobody can''. The night of her accident could have been her stalker's attempt at confessing his "love" only for it to spiral into a kidnapping attempt. Im Sol attempts to run away, Sun Jae thwarts her attacker but it all ends with Im Sol too traumatized to remember that night and resentful of Sun Jae for rescuing her. Sun Jae, full of guilt, keeps his distance and Im Sol is without her protector. And her stalker/Sun Jae's future murderer has been hovering in the margins of her life, satisfied that since she's wheelchair bound and without Sun Jae, she was helpless and 'his'.

But then Sun Jae comes back into her life, Sun Jae who is both a rival and someone who has a habit of saving Im Sol again and again. So, Sun Jae has to be gotten rid of for Im Sol to be truly vulnerable and alone again.

Do I have a theory to who this is? Not really. No one really stands out at this time. Maybe it's a random member from Sun Jae's swim team. Or Sun Jae's swim rival who hates him. But I think he and the CEO guy could just be red herrings for who the actual killer is. I don't think it's Kim Tae Sung. I do think Kim Tae Sung encountered the killer before and the reason he was "expelled" was because he found out the killer's part in Im Sol's accident and was trying to avenge her. It's a little too convenient that he disappeared from the scene after Im Sol's accident because of a 'fight'.

Anyways this could be completely wrong, but I'm having fun guessing. By guessing, I mean suffering waiting for the next ep.

PS Why are 19 year old Sol's bangs so much more cringe when she's not being possessed by her 34 year old self? Kim Tae Sung was telling the truth when he said she got cuter when she became Grandma Sol again.

#lovely runner #kdramas #kim hye yoon #byeon woo seok #it could turn out that sun jae did kill himself #and giving im sol the umbrella was his last kind act before he jumped #but he seemed too happy and hopeful to see her again #he was probably contemplating retiring and making a fresh start with her when the doorbell rang #anyways i love this show

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