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Tensions Fall (Teen Dad!Oscar AU)
(part 2 to Tensions rise, also apart of this AU although these two fics can be read separately)
A/N: 7 weeks since the once happy couple have actually talked. 7 weeks since they shared a bed, but with their two toddlers starting camp for the first time, maybe they can try and mend their problems.
Warnings: Parental separation, a super mean mom like the ones I have to deal with at work, angst WITH A HAPPY ENDING
May 28, 2024
It had been 7 weeks since the fight in Suzuka that effectively ended Oscar and Honey’s relationship. It had been 7 weeks since Oscar had taken a leave of absence from racing in order to try and make amends with his family. He still trained everyday, he still worked with McLaren and did Sim Racing, he just never attended any of the Grand Prixs.
It had also been 7 weeks since Honey and Oscar had shared a bed.
Since that night she left their room, she had stayed in her kids’ hotel room till they got home. She then packed her things and moved into the guest bedroom. Things had been far from amicable between the two parents. In the beginning, Oscar had done all he could to try and make up with Honey but when she continued to give him the cold shoulder, he had given up and reciprocated her attitude. The children, about to turn 4 years old, didn’t know the full extent of what was happening at home. They knew that when they would go to their parents’ room in the morning, only Dad would be there, but this was easily explained away when Honey told them that Oscar snored too loudly and it kept her up at night.
They had of course also noticed how different their parents had acted towards each other, and how often their father was home now, but they just didn’t question it because at the end of the day, they were too young to begin to understand, and they still had two parents who loved them as much as they could.
Since the fight though, it was clear Oscar was making much more of an effort to take his kids out to do activities. At first it was nice, Honey got some time alone, something she rarely got anymore, but the more Oscar took over planning activities, the more she began to hate being alone. After three, almost four, years of being around her kids almost 24/7, the silence started to eat away at her. And in turn, her kids started to miss their mom more.
Finally though, Honey had put her foot down, after a long conversation, ending in a fight, Oscar had agreed to more full family activities, even if it meant having to pretend with Honey that they were still the happy and perfect family.
While their kids loved going to the park as a family, any parent around could see that the two parents watching their twins on the bench were fighting but trying so hard to conceal their whispered harsh words behind smiles.
With the twins' fourth birthday coming up on June 8th, Oscar and Honey had been stressing on how they were going to plan their birthday while they couldn’t get through a conversation without being at each other's throats. They also had the kids’ first day of camp coming up May 29, a day that may seem insignificant to most parents, but as the kids had never been to preschool, nor a daycare, camp was their first introduction into that whole system. It was a big step for everyone.
Honey had been trying to prepare the kids the best she could for their first day at camp. She knew they didn't fully grasp the concept and she was nervous about leaving them alone, scared they would feel abandoned as child-care with non-familial adults wasn’t something they had experienced with their mother being a stay at home mom, only ever enlisting help from grandparents, cousins, and even ‘honorary uncles’ such as Logan and Lando. She had to keep telling herself that in the end, they will at least have each other.
Oscar and Honey decided to make a day of it. Camp wasn’t until 9, so the pair took the very excited Hudson and Frances out to breakfast where the 3 year olds managed to cover themselves head to toe in maple syrup and chocolate from their pancakes, causing them to have to rush home to change, thus leading the family to a late arrival to the preschool building that the camp was held in.
“We are so sorry, oh my goodness!” Honey said to one of the two teachers who were clearly waiting for them outside the door to the classroom.
“We decided to take these two to breakfast and they got more food on their clothes than they did in their mouths. Which reminds me, I added two extra changes of clothes to their bag in case they need it.” Oscar added, causing Honey to shoot him a glare that was luckily not seen by the younger of the teachers, as the younger teacher was too busy ogling at Oscar to notice. It was her that added the clothes to their bag, it was also her idea, he was being petty by taking credit.
After a few moments of silence as they waited for the woman’s reply, she managed to snap herself out of whatever daydream she was concocting only minutes after meeting the young father in front of her to reply with a quick, “No problem! We know how these kids can be.”
The older woman next to her clearly could sense her coworker was a little two focused on one of the parents and pointedly urged her to take their bags to their cubbies while she sorted the family out, which Honey was grateful for. She may have not been with Oscar anymore but that lady didn’t know it and had no right to eye fuck him in front of her and her children of all people.
“Why don’t you all say goodbye out here, we are just about to start morning meeting with the other kids.” The older woman said as she stepped to the side to give the family privacy, thought she was close enough to hear all they would say.
Oscar and Honey both felt tears begin to form as they squatted down in front of their kids.
“Alright, Mommy and Daddy have to go now, but you both are going to stay here and make some new friends. I know this is new and might be a little scary but if you guys get through today, we can all go get ice cream later. How does that sound?” Honey asked, nervous one of her kids was going to break down in tears at any moment.
“Okay! Bye Mommy, bye Daddy!” Frances yelled as she ran through the open door to the classroom, clearly ready to get started.
Oscar and Honey weren’t necessarily shocked at what their very clearly extroverted daughter had just done, but they still had expected a little bit of pushback from her. They could see the older woman by the door laughing softly to herself at that interaction.
Their son, Hudson, was less enthusiastic. He didn’t cry, which they had fully expected him to, but he gave them crushingly tight hugs, or as crushing as he could manage, and a quick kiss on the cheek before following after his sister.
Wiping away tears, they both stood up and laughed once they looked at each other's faces, realizing they were both far more of a mess than their kids.
“Wow, maybe we should have been giving ourselves pep talks for weeks instead of them” Oscar joked. Honey laughed, it was the first normal interaction they had had in what felt like forever.
The older woman, still by the door, quickly joined in, “Oh don’t worry, we find parents are usually the ones with the most trouble at dropoff, but that moment they find you both after a day of camp or school, you will feel just how much they missed and love you. Plus you two are young, you’ve got plenty of more time to make more of those babies. You have grown yourself a real sweet family by the looks of it. Relax for a few hours! Enjoy the time off, maybe even add to your family.” The woman said, laughing, as she closed the door.
“Did she really just suggest we go make more babies?” Honey asked in disbelief.
“I think she did, yeah.” Oscar answered, just as confused as she was.
The air felt light as they both walked to their car, relishing in how nice it was that they weren’t arguing, realizing how miserable they had been.
But that didn’t last long.
“Come on, Oscar, you can’t be that dense! She was so clearly eye fucking you!” Honey argued. The conversation in the car had been light for a few minutes until Honey made a comment about the younger teacher and unintentionally started an argument.
“She was not! And if she was, who cares? We aren’t together anymore, you can’t get jealous over something as trivial as someone who thinks I am attractive. Sometime in the future I will get a partner so you better learn to stop being jealous.” Oscar yelled. He didn’t mean it of course, he knew even if he and Honey never got back together, he would remain single. She was the only one for him.
But what he had said, wording it in a way that made Honey fully think about their situation really tore her apart. Yes, they were separated, but she never felt like they were fully broken up. And from what he said, it sounded like he planned on moving on much faster than she ever would.
With tears rolling down her cheeks, she decided to not dignify his comments with a response. Once exiting the car, she swiftly went to the guest room she had been staying in since the separation and slammed the door.
After a few minutes in the car, Oscar had mustered up the courage to apologize, knowing what he did was uncouth. Hearing her cries as he walked up to her door made him stop just short of knocking, deciding maybe it was better to give her a bit of time for now and come up with a way to make it up later.
After two hours of contemplation, Oscar had decided to get a lunch reservation at her favorite restaurant that always had a live band playing. It was impossible to get a day of reservations but with a bit of bribing, he had managed to pull it off. What was also nice about the band was that they could sit and eat silently without any awkward silence. If they were going to fight, they didn’t need to speak.
She wasn’t crying when he knocked on her door, having managed to seemingly get all her emotions out in the two hours by herself, then clean up to look presentable for pick up. But now she felt empty, like a shell of a person in a house with a man who once loved her to pieces but now seemed to despise her, and no kids because they were away at camp.
“Come in.” Was all she said.
“I um, I got us a reservation to your favorite place. I understand if you aren’t up for going- or if you’d like to go alone, but I did kind of bribe them so one of us at least has to go, I fear.” Oscar muttered out fast, clearly sensing the awkward energy between them, not knowing whether they were going to ignore the fight or not.
But Honey’s heart burst at the idea of him trying so hard to get into her favorite place. She always urged him to use his name to get into places, like Lando loved to do, but he was always too humble to do it, so it meant even more that he had this time.
“That… sounds wonderful. Thank you, Oscar.” Was all she said as she started to tear up again but quickly turned so he wouldn’t see. “Let me get my stuff and I can meet you in the car.”
The energy in the car wasn’t light like it was before, but it also wasn’t heavy. A comfortable silence stayed between the two until it got too much for Honey and she burst out into tears, seemingly unprompted.
“Darling, what's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Oscar asked, openly concerned for her well being for the first time in what felt like years.
“I c-can’t take it, Oscar! We used to have so much love for each other, god, you used to look at me like I hung the stars in the sky, now you can’t seem to look at me for more than a second without realizing how much you hate me now. Then after saying you are going to move on to someone else- you do this really sweet thing and I am- I am so confused and hurt and don’t know what to think or do!” Honey rambled, everything truly coming to the surface. Everything she thought, everything she felt, everything she had tried too hard to push down and pretend wasn’t there.
“Honey, I have never hated you for even a second,” was all Oscar was able to reply as he registered everything she had just said.
“What?”
“I don’t think I am capable of it. Truly. I have tried so hard to be the best I could be for you after the fight. I stopped racing, I planned more activities with the kids, but I couldn’t do anything right. I let rumors continue about you making me stop racing, which I wanted to stop but was told to leave alone. I took the kids to do activities and left you out too much. When you continued giving me the cold shoulder, I gave up when I should have kept fighting. I then tried to love you less, to make it hurt less, but I couldn’t, even if I acted like a dickhead to you. I am so sorry, Honey, and I would never in a million years be with someone else, even if you had an entire other family and were happily married. You are it for me, always have been, always will be.”
With all finally being said, the two went to lunch happier than they had been in weeks, ready to work on their relationship. It was surely not going to be easy, but how they had been these past two months had broken them enough that they were certainly willing to try.
Near the end of the meal though, things once again got tense. These two couldn’t catch a break it seemed.
Zak Brown, CEO of McLaren, called Oscsar out of the blue and as the phone rang, Honey’s heart sank, awaiting Oscar’s reaction.
“Shit, I should get thi-”
“It's okay. I promise.” Honey said, already feeling doubt beginning to creep in.
She couldn’t hear much of the conversation as Oscar quickly walked out the door to talk to Zak. He was also turned away from her so any chances of learning information by reading his facial expressions went out the window.
Finally, he returned to Honey biting her nails waiting for what he would say to her. She already started to panic thinking he could have to go to work, race again, and this vicious cycle would never end, that nothing would ever be right between them.
“What did he want?” She asked.
“Asked when I would be ready to come back to race. I said I didn’t have a date in mind. He told me to come in next week for a meeting on it, but I said I wouldn’t make a decision without talking to my family. I am not going to lose you all over this.” He reassured her.
Honey smiled, doubt leaving as quickly as it had come. Until she herself got a phone call, this time from the camp her kids were at. Stressing that they had missed pick up, she realized after checking the clock that they still had an hour and a half. Confused once more, she answered the call.
Being told on your kids' first day away from you that there was an issue you needed to go deal with immediately, that you needed to fill out both incident and accident report forms wasn’t something that the young parents had envisioned for themselves.
Rushing to the classroom, Oscar and Honey saw both of their kids crying in the hallway with the older teacher when they arrived, accompanied by another mother and her upset son. Concern laced their features as they took in both their kids, looking for any hints of injury on the two, but they seemed fine, apart from the crying.
“God, don’t tell me these two kids are the parents, no wonder this happened.” The other mother muttered under her breath. Before Oscar could question her, the older teacher spoke up.
“It seems there was a problem between the kids today.” She began, clearly trying to mediate the situation before it got ugly between the parents. “Mattias here stole a toy Hudson was playing with and pushed him over when he tried to get it back. In turn, Fraces bit the Mattias. It didn’t even leave a mark so I know it wasn’t hard, and both kids got a talking to as well as exchanged apologies, but it seems that they might need to go home early for the day to recuperate. We will certainly work on sharing and using our words tomorrow.”
Both Honey and Oscar were shocked. While Hudson was quiet and they had been worried it would make him a target in the future, and they knew their daughter was fiercely protective of her twin, they didn’t think she would result to biting.
“Wow, alright. You two, let's discuss this in the car, yeah?” Oscar said, ready to leave the place as he felt the wrath of the other parent glaring at him.
“Really? You are just going to walk away without so much as an apology to me and my son? Unbelievable.” The mother scoffed. “This is why young people shouldn’t be parents. Clearly you two need to grow up just as much. I pray your already terrible daughter grows out of this and doesn't end up like you, spreading her legs too young and becoming up a teen mom because of it.”
Both Honey and Oscar were stunned. They had faced backlash before, sure, but never to their face, and never from someone so clearly in the wrong.
“Excuse me?” Honey asked.
“Oh, you heard me.” The mother replied.
“No, I don’t think I did, because what it sounded like was you were asking for an apology for something your kid started, because I am sure as hell my kids do not have sharing problems. Then when my three year old daughter retaliates to seeing her sweet and vulnerable brother being so blatantly bullied, even though she apologized, you believe you and your snot nosed brat deserve anything else. Guess what, we don’t owe you shit. And while you are so worried about how our kids will end up, why don’t you worry about your own child, who clearly takes after his bully of a mother. Grow up, asshole.” Honey retaliated. She shouldn’t have sworn in front of the kids but damn was it wonderful to see the look on that lady’s face.
Oscar had never been more turned on by Honey in his life.
After the fight, the family of four got out of there as soon as they could, stopping for ice cream on the way home. They hardly scolded Frances more than a “If someone does something mean, you can’t bite them, use your words” to which she replied “Like Momma did with that lady?”
The kids were playing quietly in their room once Oscar got alone time with Honey.
“That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” He said, arms circling her waist.
“When I went full bitch mode on that lady?” She asked, laughing at the desire so evident in his eyes.
“When you stood up for your family, and cursed that dickhead out.” He replied as he started kissing her neck.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, I liked it too but in a different way than you did.” She laughed.
Laying on the bed, cuddling as they basked in the love they still had for each other. Oscar managed to ask the question that had been plaguing him for weeks.
“Honey, will you please move back in here and be with me again? I miss you too much.” Oscar pleaded.
“Fine, but you need to work on another proposal. It is only fair since this all kind of started because of you.”
“Deal, this time I will knock your socks off with my proposal, but first I intend on showing you just how much I missed you.” He said as he began to kiss her deeper and more passionately.
Life was starting to get much better.
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@waning-croissant well... I had to.
"Nope. Outside of D&D, I am no hero," Eddie talks as he keeps walking, a step ahead of Steve. "I see danger and I just turn heel and run. Or at least that's what I've learned about myself this week."
Eddie's not even sure what he's saying anymore, he just knows that if he doesn't keep talking over the nightmarish ambience of this hellscape, he might actually go insane. Hearing his own voice, he can at least pretend like he's just narrating a game, and the rest is his overactive imagination. Not that he actually believes that, of course, it's just... irrationally comforting.
"Give yourself a break, man."
Steve reaches for him, but Eddie's body reacts on autopilot to an unexpected touch, practically slapping the boy's arm away. He's on a roll here, words still spilling right over the all-too-late pang of regret in his chest. It would have been nice to experience, that pat on the chest or squeeze on the shoulder, whatever Steve was going for, if it weren't for Eddie's perpetual skittishness.
"See? The only reason—"
"Did you hear what I said?"
"—I came in here was 'cause—"
"Eddie!"
Eddie's head snaps to Steve as he cuts off the rest of his semi-planned speech, which was suddenly inspired by the sight of Nancy Wheeler ahead of them. If he was the cowardly bard in the story, the least he could be useful for is cheer on the real hero of it. Give the courageous bat-biting paladin the motivation to keep fighting.
"Huh?"
"Do you ever stop running your mouth and listen?" Steve's brows are furrowed, but his tone isn't mean, and there's an amused smile playing on his lips. "You're almost worse than Dustin, Jesus Christ."
Eddie opens his mouth, lets his jaw hang for a second, and closes it again with a click of the teeth, as he processes the words he would have perceived as an insult, had he not been piecing together what the kid meant to Steve for the past several days. It was a bit of a revelation that their relationship ran far deeper than just some giant one-sided platonic crush on Dustin's part, like Eddie had mistakenly assumed throughout most of this year.
Steve takes a small step closer, the first one to invade Eddie's personal space for once, after Eddie's been doing it for the better part of their walk together. Unconsciously, like his body just decided that being tucked into Steve meant safety from the bloodthirsty bats, and the creepy vines, and that Vecna guy they could run into any minute.
"We all ran, all four of us. Just now, when we saw that giant swarm of bats in the distance, remember?" Steve speaks softly, waving his arm vaguely in the direction behind them. "Because sometimes, running and surviving is the only thing you can do."
Eddie doesn't know what to say to that. He just focuses on looking at the boy's eyes, like a normal person, and trying not stare at his lips moving. But then, when he pauses, Steve's eyes flicker down, and... huh. Huh. Wait, what?
"Of course you've been running. You couldn't have fought Vecna when he took Chrissy. Or Carver's crazy mob, or the entire police force of Hawkins," Steve keeps talking intently, looking into Eddie's eyes again like his gaze never wavered south. "Any more than we could fight that whole swarm. Because we'd definitely be dead now if we tried, no matter how metal you think I am," he adds with a tiny smug smile that's entirely Eddie's fault. "So there's a difference between being a coward, and acting stupid and reckless."
Steve pats his shoulder twice, then turns and keeps walking, and Eddie moves to follow him like on a tether, before his flustered brain even catches up.
"H-hey, I never said you were metal! I said what you did with that bat was metal," he grumbles, thankful for the darkness concealing his undoubtedly flushed face.
"I beg to differ," Steve turns around to tease, grinning, and pointedly tugs on his own collar. "You're the resident metalhead, and I'm wearing your vest, that does make me at least a little bit metal."
Yeah, thanks for the reminder, Harrington. Eddie's not sure what possessed him to throw that thing at the boy. At the time, he only thought of how he wouldn't survive the whole ordeal of Steve's hairy tits on display for much longer, but him in Eddie's clothes? Even worse.
"Fine," Eddie rolls his eyes and shoves his hands into his pockets, catching up to Steve in three quick strides. "Only a little bit though." He sneaks a glance at the boy; Steve's not looking back, once again on guard, surveying their surroundings with his flashlight, but the pleased smile makes its way to his face regardless.
"Doesn't matter why you jumped after us, Munson, you're here now. And don't try to act all modest when you've just saved a guy's ass. Which, by the way..." Steve turns his head to Eddie again. "Nice job with that oar. Too bad you hate jocks, you'd have made a fine hitter on the school baseball team."
Eddie gasps and grips his own chest in mock offense, even as warmth spreads up his neck and pools in the tips of his ears, thankfully hidden beneath his hair.
"How dare you, with these vile insinuations."
"I'm just saying," Steve shakes his head, laughing. "You're pretty... bat-ass, too, Eddie." He glances over again with a shit-eating grin. "Get it? Bat-ass?"
"Oh no, Steve Harrington is actually a dork with terrible puns," Eddie mumbles to himself and sighs, rolling his eyes up to the dark sky.
"Shut the fuck up, my puns are amazing." Steve elbows him in the ribs and chuckles. "You know what, I'm starting to understand why Henderson was obsessed with getting us to hang out."
What is that supposed to mean?
"He... he was?" Eddie gapes.
Another earthquake saves him from the mortifying ordeal of re-assessing the whole Munson doctrine, for the hundredth time this week. And as they hurry along to catch up with the girls, and Steve's hand grips his bicep whenever he falls behind, Eddie wonders if maybe he should just set fire to the doctrine and let it turn to ash.
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💌 ──BOYFRIEND！
엔하이픈 니키 ୨୧ female reader 0.5k revamped ！ non-idol au fluff established relationship + cw. not proof-read skinship kissing ｜ more a/n. trying a new layout for these kind of works keke >0<
a relationship with riki would be like those awkward yet sweet teen romance manhwa.
it would be ironic, given the fact that he’d always cringe over this specific type of works— claiming that they are not accurate at all and that he knows he would never act like that with a girl he really likes.
would be the one too awkward to hold your hand. staring at it with the intent to communicate his thoughts to you through his insistent gaze, you would be the one doing the first move and he would smile so widely for the rest of the day.
would try to be bold at times; when he tells you to give him a hug or when he leans towards you, eyes lingering on the pink shade delicately put on your lips, he would chicken out of course and would opt for a cheek kiss.
would do everything for you, to compensate for the lack of boldness in himself: holding all of your things when you are out together, waiting for you after your classes although he finished hours prior, sneaking into your house with your favorite snacks after a petty argument.
after a while, where learning to know and love each other better was the main goal of your relationship, you loving habits and ways to show affection will rub off on him.
would not be a big of public display of affection at first, but will come wrap his arms around you, sitting next to you as you do to, before bumping his head on yours in a beyond gentle way.
more often than not, a simple action from you would be copied by your boyfriend. wether it’s a soft smile or scolding your friend because they are teaching in a game, he would always do it with you.
would find any excuse to throw his whole body on you every time he has the opportunity to. especially when you tell a joke, hilarious or not-so-funny, his whole weight would fall on you— and he would proceed to not let go, until you give him one look and he would shy away.
given his height, would love, adore even, to give you soft pecks on the top of your head. especially with no warnings, when you are both walking next to each other and his arm is around you shoulder, right then and there.
would send you the blurry selfies he loves to take, to greet you in the morning and wish you sweet dreams. would send you a more clear one when you ask him to.
and if a relationship with riki was a song, it would be ‘4ever’ by clairo.
“i know that true love and romance exist, because we exist and our relationship is full of it”
#⠀⠀—MW 𐙚 AH⠀⠀#enhypen#enhypen fluff#enhypen drabbles#enhypen imagines#enhypen reactions#enhypen scenarios#enhypen headcanons#enhypen soft hours#enhypen soft thoughts#enhypen x reader#enhypen fanfiction#enha fluff#enha imagines#enha drabble#enha reactions#enha scenarios#enha headcanons#enha soft hours#enha soft thoughts#enha x reader#enhypen niki#enhypen riki#niki enhypen#riki enhypen#niki fluff#riki fluff#niki soft hours#riki soft hours#riki soft thoughts
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But I Love Him- Lando Norris
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Summary: You work at McLaren with Lando. You are his race strategist. You used to be in a relationship before he ended it because of all the hate you were receiving. One day you see him bring another girl to the races. And it upsets you. So you decide to take matters into your own hands and talk to this girl.
Your POV
Lando had arrived late at the paddock with some blonde girl. Of course she was beautiful. But I knew she had a reputation. But why would he care as long as he had someone by his side. I knew he was just needy. He was that way when we were together.
She walked into the garage and sat away from everyone. Lando walked over to me. Putting a hand on my back. Standing beside me. There it was butterflies like it used to be.
“What’s the plan for today Y/N” Lando said looking at my laptop. “Uhhhh well same as usual you know” I said his hand went lower. But why?? We aren’t together anymore. “That’s good” he said overlooking it. “Yeah just changed a couple things you’ll be on softs first” I said.
“Alright” Lando said with his arm around me. “You need anything else” I said. “Uhhhh no but I’m glad to have my lucky charm here today” Lando said. “Me really or Oscar” I said he laughed. “You of course” Lando said I smiled. “You look nice” I said fixing his color.
“It’s just my racing suit” Lando said. “Papaya brings out your eyes” I said. “Ah” Lando said blushing. “Beautiful blue eyes” I said. “Well I should get ready thank you Y/N” Lando said. “I got you” I said.
I walked around the garage when the girl he brought scoffed at me. I stopped in my tracks.
“Problem Maugi” I said. “Oh she knows my name” she said rolling her eyes. “Yeah I know who you are” I said. “Don’t you have a job to do” she said. “You know.. you are no good for him” I said. “Don’t care what you think he dumped you” she said laughing.
“And?? At least I’ve never cheated on my partners” I said. “You don’t deserve someone as amazing as Lando” I said. “You truly have no idea how special he is” I said. “I don’t care that he dumped me he did because he was protecting me” I said.
“So what” she said crossing her arms. “You don’t even deserve to be in the same room as him” I said. “You know what I think you are jealous” she said. “Why would I be jealous of someone like you? Sure you are pretty girl but you’ll always be mean” I said she stayed silent.
“You will never ever know him the way I do or love him the way I do” I said. “He dated you for what ten months get over it” Maugi said. “Just stop” Lando said walking over. “Lando” I said. “Not you her” Lando said as she looked at him. “But she started it” Maugi said. “No she didn’t as a matter of fact you need to leave” Lando said.
“Whatever you be with your stupid little race strategist” she said brushing my shoulder as she walked out. “I’m sorry she was pissing me off” I said. “I heard you” Lando said laughing. “What” I said. “You are so feisty sometimes you know” Lando said. “Shut up and go get ready” I said he kissed my cheek.
“And uhh I love you too” Lando said. I just blushed as he walked away.
Later…
Lando had won his first race. I ran over to the cars with everyone and stood up front. With tears pouring out of my eyes. He got out of the car. The whole McLaren crew cheered.
He walked over and spotted me. He then ran over and kissed me. As the McLaren crew cheered.
“My lucky charm” he said I smiled teary eyed. He then picked me up and spun mr around. “P1 so proud of you” I said. “You helped a lot so thank you baby” Lando said. “Oh so I’m baby now” I said sarcastically. “If you want to be my girl just ask” Lando said.
“Hmmmm tempting Lan” I said. “How about you just say yes and we see what happens” Lando said. “Alright I’ll be your girl” I said. “Good cause tonight I’m taking you out” Lando said. “Oh really shouldn’t I treat you” I said.
“When it comes to you just let me treat you” Lando said. “Fine my love” I said. “But tonight I’m expecting so many kisses” Lando said. “Of course my race winner” I said kissing him. “Now let’s go celebrate baby” Lando said.
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(A/N- Sorry for randomly disappearing but I’m back now, needed a break from writing and stuff. But I’m back and I’m gonna take new requests. I’m gonna do a couple that have been asked. But send in new ones!!)
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Dress
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Synopsis: inspired off the song Dress by Taylor Swift (normally not a big TS fan but this song gives off such gay/secret relationship vibes)
Warnings: suggestive, language
WC: 2.3k
A/N: pretend Jessie is still at Chelsea for the sake of this 🙃 also ignore Niamh in the photo, there’s like only 2 photos of Jessie in that button up outfit and I’ve used the other one already, despite the fact that yall want a Niamh x Jessie x Reader fic, this is not it.
Your eyes scanned the room filled with your teammates in search of the brown hair and brown eyed Canadian you were trying to find and yet trying to avoid coming into direct contact with.
In your second scan of the crowded room, you find her across the way, speaking with some of your other teammates.
You watch as Jessie’s eyes catch yours, before they widen and trail downward, taking in your whole body. As her eyes admire you, you watch her suck in a large breath, her eyebrows raised, cheeks puffed out as she slowly releases the air in her lungs. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. She gives you a small and slow nod when her eyes meet yours again.
You had succeeded.
You knew she wanted you to rush over to her, to say hello, give her a hug, whisper something for just the two of you in her ear, so you did the opposite.
You found Millie first, giving her a hug, she gushed over your dress. You chatted with her for a bit, glancing around the room occasionally, noticing Jessie’s eyes always meeting yours. She was watching you intensely, just what you had hoped.
You were quickly interrupted by Guro, Erin, and Sam all making their way over, drinks in their hands. The three greeted you, all making comments that they were shocked by your dress, in a good way of course. It felt weird having your teammates gush over your appearance, you had been dressed up around them before but usually opted for a blazer, pantsuit, never before a dress.
Wanting to tease Jessie more, you continue making your rounds, avoiding the area of the room where she and Niamh stood. You took the occasional glance in their direction, Jessie’s eyes always looking over Niamh's shoulder and at you. You felt like prey being hunted by her intense gaze. You talk with Aggie and Maika, a couple of the assistant coaches, dragging out the conversations, keeping Jessie waiting for you. When you had finally said hello to everyone that had already arrived except Jessie, you decided it was time to put the poor girl out of her misery.
You finally make your way over to Jessie. She’s staring you down as you approach her, her eyes locked on your body.
“Hi Jess.” You lean in giving her a hug and she gives you a peck on the cheek. It’s casual, quick, and boring to the outside world. But the way you slid your hand down to the small of her back and the way she let her lips linger on your cheek for an extra second, was not casual.
When you pulled away from her you kept your hand on the small of her back, turning so the two of you were shoulder to shoulder as if you were standing before a game for the anthems.
“You look,” she lets out a sigh that tells you everything you needed to know, “you look fantastic.”
“Thanks. Actually funny enough, I was told if I always dressed like this, maybe I wouldn’t be single.” You say it as a joke, Jessie doesn’t take it as one.
“You’re not single.” The Canadian leans in to grumble into your ear, clearly not a fan of the thought of you being available.
“Oh I’m not? I don’t recall anyone asking me to be in a relationship.” You pat her back softly, letting your fingers just barely dance into the waistband of her pants.
You and Jessie had been seeing each other as more than friends for a couple weeks now. It had started as innocent coffee trips, those trips quickly became more formal coffee dates, those dates turned into spending the afternoons and evenings at each others places, which led to just three weeks ago, you straddling the Canadian on her couch, your fingers in her hair and her hands around your waist as the two of you kissed for the first time. You hadn’t yet put any form of label on it, but you continued seeing each other, the romantic and sexual tension very much still alive between the two of you.
“I don’t like how they’re staring.” You can feel the jealousy radiating off of Jessie. She’s looking out across the room to all your teammates. It was weird, the new attention you were getting. You knew none of your teammates meant it in a way of making you uncomfortable and you knew that, it was just different seeing them surprised by your outfit.
“No need to be jealous, Fleming.” You say to her before leaning in close again to whisper in her ear as she takes a sip of the beer in her hand. “Just remember I bought this dress thinking about only you taking it off my body tonight.” That gets Jessie’s attention, her eyes widen and she’s sent into a coughing fit choking on her drink. Your comment is said half as an invitation, half as a statement. The two of you had made out plenty in your three week escapades, but not getting any further than you did only four days ago in her apartment after training.
You had been making out against the hallway of her apartment when Jessie had picked you up, your legs around her waist as she carried you into her bedroom. She had quickly discarded your training top, kissing down your neck before removing your bra and starting to harshly suck dark red marks across your chest. You had removed her shirt and just as she leaned down to trail kisses down your stomach her phone rang. A FaceTime call from her sister. She had apologized profusely as she threw your shirt back to you as she donned her own. You weren’t upset, you had been the one who insisted she answer the call. However the interaction left you incredibly sexually frustrated for the next few days, giving you the brilliant idea of the dress.
You were already in need of an outfit for the banquet, leading you to be wandering around the store. You had texted Fran, Niamh, and a few other teammates to see what they were wearing. You walked in circles looking at jackets and pants, shirts, nothing seemed to pull your interest until you found yourself in the gown and dress section. The black dress you had bought was on display, it caught your eye. It was a tight, yet tasteful black dress, more than appropriate for the occasion and yet perfect to make Jessie have the opposite of appropriate thought.
Sneaking around with her had been fun, the quick glances in the locker room, the extra second you two spent looking at each other after Jessie had ended up with her body pressed on top of you after you tackled her a little too hard at training, the way she’d give your hand an extra squeeze when you’d high-five after games, all the subtle moments of your relationship happening right in front of everyone’s eyes, without anyone knowing at all.
Those red marks she had made on your skin the other day were now golden bruises across your chest, an arousing reminder of your evening when you got dressed this afternoon. You were thankful they weren’t visible in the lower cut neckline of the dress. You took one last look in the mirror before you left to come to the banquet. You couldn’t help but smirk at yourself, you wanted to drive Jessie crazy, make her stare, make her blush, make her squirm in her seat while she tried to keep your teammates oblivious to your situationship, this dress was going to be perfect for that job.
“We should go mingle.” You say, dropping your hand from Jessie’s back, a few more members of the staff had arrived, you wanted to say hello. Jessie just lets out a dissatisfied grumble. “I’ll see you in a bit.” You say to her as you walk away. You only get a few steps before you turn back, delighted by the sight. Jessie’s eyes had been fixated on your ass, she only looked away when she noticed you turned around catching her behavior. Her face flushed slightly and you gave her a quick wink before turning and moving to the other side of the room.
The seating at dinner was beyond your control but whoever was in charge of it did you a huge favor, sitting you right next to Jessie. You wander around looking for your name, finding it on the little place card, you take a lap looking at the rest of the names on the table before you come back reading the final name on the table for the seat to your left. You almost let out a laugh as you read Jessie’s name. This would be fun.
Dinner starts innocently enough. Plenty of conversation to keep both you and Jessie thinking about other things than the tension between you. It’s only once everyone starts eating, conversation slows and it becomes increasingly obvious how close you’re sat to her.
As you finish up your meal and speeches begin to start, you feel a weight on your lap. Jessie’s hand, under the tablecloth, resting on your upper thigh. She gently squeezes and you’re thankful that no one is seated directly behind your table, meaning no one sees how you move your leg outward to encourage her touch.
You let her touch your thigh, rubbing your skin through the dress for a couple minutes before you promptly stand up, excusing yourself to the table, saying you had to use the restroom and you’d be back. As you walk away you can’t help but turn back giving a look at Jessie, whose eyes were again watching you walk away.
You head to the bathroom, half because you had to use it and half because you wanted to see if Jessie would follow. You get your answer when you open the door from the stall to go wash your hands and Jessie is standing, arms crossed leaning against the wall. You take a moment to take in her stature, you had been so focused on her reaction to your own dress that you didn’t fully appreciate her appearance yet. She looked good, her dark dress pants tight in all the right places, her blazer hugging her shoulders, even if she didn’t intend it, her outfit was having an effect on you.
“You’re a tease.” She says, watching you again like prey as you walk over to the sink.
“I’m not sure I know what you mean.” You say, putting soap on your hands. “I’m not doing anything.” You give her an innocent smile through the mirror.
Sick of your behavior Jessie comes up behind you, her front flush to your back, pushing you slightly into the countertop. Her hands find your sides, just under your armpits. “You did this.” She lets her hands run down your sides and over the curve of your hips. “You chose this dress, you chose to tell me that you want me to take it off, you know exactly what you’re doing.”
“And it’s working?” You give her a cocky smile as you move away from her grasp to dry your hands and turn the water off.
“God, yes it’s working, you already get me worked up in regular clothes, but then this dress…” her voice trails off as she again takes the time to look over your body, head to toe, appreciating your dress. She bites her lip momentarily, walking up to you again. She leans into you, putting her lips quickly to your neck, giving you a soft kiss, then another just below your ear before she brings her lips to your ear and whispers. “You're driving me insane. I wish I had just ignored the call and fucked you instead the other day.”
You hum in agreement, you also wished she had just fucked you then and there. “But this is more fun.” You give her a raise of your eyebrows.
“You’re coming home with me.” She says as she leans back from you, still only inches from each other.
“I will, if you can be good the rest of the night.” You were going to give in and let her take you home no matter what, but you wanted to keep your evening of teasing and fun going for a little bit longer.
“I’ve been good!” She protests.
“I dunno Jessie, hand under the table isn’t what I would consider behaving.” You let your own hand drag on her thigh, mimicking her touch from earlier. You can feel her push her thigh into your hand desperately.
“I could’ve done worse.”
Returning her teasing from earlier you lean into her now, placing an open mouth kiss to her neck before whispering into her ear. “Behave for the rest of the night and I’ll let you do your worst to me later.”
You watch Jessie’s mouth fall open slightly as you pull back. Her stare intensifies on you, pupils wide. Knowing she was lost in her own dirty thoughts you take the opportunity to step away from her and open the bathroom door.
You turn back to look at Jessie, her mouth still agape, eyes locked on you. “Come on, only a few more hours of this banquet and then you can make those dirty thoughts you just had about me a reality.”
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WIBTA if I asked my boyfriend to kick his boyfriend out of our communal living situation and out of our polycule due to “incompatibility”?
submitted 5/22/2024 ~💔🌈🏚️<- to find
I (26F) am considering asking my boyfriend O (32M) to kick out his other partner/boyfriend E (36M) from our communal living situation and our polycule, because E is not compatible with either our relationship or the group as a whole. Here’s the situation: The three of us currently live in O’s childhood home (his parents died and he inherited it), along with four other roommates who are not in the polycule. All of us split the bills evenly, except for E because he was recently fired from his job as a mechanic, so he pays a much smaller amount, which means all of us have to increase the amount we pay in order to keep up. This would be fine except E is not looking for a job and this is causing financial strain on all of us. It’s a large house and it’s very old so it tends to need a lot of maintenance, currently we have to get the roof repaired because a section of it caved in during a snowstorm (that part of the house is roped off because it’s still not fixed of course) and just my luck, my room happened to be on the floor below this, so O has me sleeping in his room because he’s worried floor above my room may have rotted from exposure due to the caved in roof. This will be relevant later. Now, here are the specific reasons why I want E out of here (aside from financial strain):
Everyone in the house is part of the same religious group. We are a neo pagan group (details not necessary for this but feel free to ask questions, but just know that we have some agreed upon beliefs and practices that we’ve developed over the past three years) and many in our group, including O, practice witchcraft. E, however, is a hardcore atheist, and is condescending towards us whenever we partake in our various practices. O thinks that E can be persuaded to respect us and that it’s just a matter of time, but I do not think that’s probable. O is the elected spiritual leader in the house (one: because he’s held these beliefs longer than most of us and brought us together, and two: it’s his house), so only O can kick someone out for religious reasons. We can vote to kick someone for abuse, but nothing E has done is technically bad enough.
He should be kicked from the polycule because I think he is using O either for sex or to make up for something he did back when they were in a situationship. The past between those two is very intense because it’s linked to E discovering his identity and it was O’s first relationship. It ended very badly on horrible terms, but they decided to give it another shot for whatever reason. E had an intense vendetta against me from the very beginning and he thinks that I’m delusional for believing O is in love with me because when O liked E it was “very different”. E has his own bedroom, but spends most of the time in O’s room, typically to have sex. Sometimes they want me to join in with them, but I usually decline because I’m suspicious of E’s intentions and I do not trust him. The one time I did agree to join in led to my unplanned pregnancy. I also think E is cheating on O because whenever O leaves the house, E brings over his ex B (33F), and those two hook up (or at least I assume they do because they lock themselves in the bedroom for hours).
On the cheating note, E has been getting checks in the mail from B, but he hasn’t been using this money to contribute to the bills, but rather stashing it away into a “project fund”.
B is dating my ex A (28F) and I know B has been gossiping to her because A has been posting to her private insta account long rants about “another perfectly good lesbian turned by dicks and witchcraft”, which could ONLY be referring to me because as far as I know, she hasn’t had any relationships in between ours and her’s and B’s. She is radfem and tradcatholic so the statement isn’t a surprise, but she only started posting that stuff After B started coming over, and she was kicked from the house for being intolerant, so it’s odd for her to start ranting about me now.
I think it’s unfair that my ex was kicked out for intolerance while I was still dating her, even though I objected (it was a toxic relationship and I was in deep), but O hasn’t kicked out E despite E also being intolerant and dating one of us.
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The hypocrisy on fandom's reaction of "fell too soon" for friends to lovers
I find it very RICH on the fandoms reaction to S3 and the he "fell too soon" for Penelope. I mean honestly it is a bit spit in your face fantastic the way certain parts of the fandom are wretching on themselves to make that point.
"He didn't like her in season 1." I'm sorry, Can't hear you over "I'm to escort Miss Featherington to the floor" in EPISODE 1. That's what a friend does when a bitch spills her drink on a girl you were having a polite conversation with. Or how about hanging out with her laughing and gossiping like silly goofballs on the side of the dance floor, didn't see him doing that with other people either. Because they were FRIENDS.
"There was no build up previously to show there was a level of friendship there where he saw her any differently than a sister." Ok children...lets move to Season 2. We can talk about the race track and how they spoke about his travels which was very comfortable and very much NOT like a sister. They had an ease, like people who, oh I don't know, had been communicating personally all summer long via letters. And then lets go to Edwina's night where he shares with her that her letters allowed him to get in touch more with HIMSELF. something also so very personal he would not just share that with anyone. (I'll get to this in another point)
"He just suddenly likes her after he kisses her." Big ball of monkey shit here. Colin Sensitive Bridgerton was getting to know himself back in Season 2. He told Pen as much when he gave her the "You are Pen" line. And yes we all gasped and grabbed our pearls at the You are not a woman line, but it was not meant as an insult. Colin inserts his foot so many times throughout the seasons, you would think he could run a mile with his head. He simply means that she is such a dear friend to him he could not forswear her from his life. He has put her in a different category all together in his life. He makes this point when talking to her about Cousin Jack. He calls her constant and loyal and makes mention that their relationship has been so natural to him. He also just soooooo easily makes mention to HER MOTHER that he's been talking to her about things that would make other women blush. Like he doesn't even see it himself that she's just a totally different place for him. He didn't have to kiss her to like her. He already did.
"It all just felt too rushed." I could go on about how they had conversations about their purpose or lack there of, in season 2, more than once might I add, conversations that you would not normally have with members of the opposite sex. The fact that he has told her and proved that he would look after her, he has called her special to him. He has had feelings for her for seasons. Don't get started about the longing stares, they have been there since season 1. You have to actually open your eyes and look at them. Yes there was the whole infatuation of the Marina thing. Of course there was. But if you look at his mannerisms during the entire thing, it screams at you the difference.
But dare I say the biggest and most annoying hypocrisy of them all is that this build up of 2 seasons of them growing friendship, talking and learning about each other, developing feelings for each other regardless if they know what they mean... suddenly is rushed. BUT when compared to other seasons where a brand new face appears and we are to believe that in a weeks time our beloved character is now madly, deeply in love with this person and YOU BUY THAT WITH ALL THE SUGAR IT COMES WITH! Burning for you and Bane of my existence and all????
At the end of the day...live in your trope. I sat through those seasons. I cried through their HEA, I was happy for them. You can dislike the characters for other reasons. Dislike how they wrote parts of the season, don't like the plot points but don't make the excuses above that don't add up.
If you don't enjoy my trope, fine. But please, in the nicest possible way, shut the fuck up.
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Law buying an Bepo bear to his shy girlfriend!
I loved the idea! I made a small adjustment on the "buy" issue, I hope you don't hate me for it. And of course, I hope you like it.
The Bear and The Target
Lawx F!Reader
warnings: fluff, F!Reader is a little more shy/reserved in this one, Law is a great boyfriend (as always)
a/n: I really loved this idea, Law doing cute things for his s/o is my weakness.
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The Park's lights almost blinded you, as well as people pushing against each other, competing to get to the most sought-after attractions first. Despite having your arm side by side with your boyfriend and watching him dodge the countless proposals of "try this game and win thousands of berris" "bet and compete for the top prize", you were still dazzled by how magical the place seemed. .
"Are the two annoying people going to be a couple for the whole park?" Penguin appeared at your side, taking your arm and watching Law sulk. "Captain, don't be annoying."
"Unfortunately, I'm here for work" he pointed out, turning his gaze towards you. "But you do not."
"And I can't go to work with you?" you asked
"It's not really a job, I just need to figure something out." he tried to dodge the question, not wanting to give too many details. "In the meantime, why don't you enjoy a little night with them?"
"We can go on the roller coaster and then go to the monster house."
"No monster house." you and Bepo responded in unison, both of you clearly unhappy with the proposal. "Can we go in the bumper cars?" Bepo proposed and saw you nod.
"See you later then?" you turned to your boyfriend, who just nodded and watched as you and the group of friends left.
As much as Law was against lying in any situation in a relationship, he had just lied to you and it wasn't one of the things he was most proud of, but he had a good reason.
A few months ago, on another island, he had seen you looking at a huge teddy bear and not buying it. It took a few days for the subject to come up and he asked you why you didn't ask and again, shyness was an excuse.
Law was a reserved person, by pure choice - and almost as a personal whim. However, you were indeed shy. The only people who could break your shell a little were your crewmates and even Law had had trouble starting to flirt with you, not being able to know if he was understanding the few signals you gave in the wrong way.
For that reason - and because his eyes almost exploded when he saw you do or have something cute - he knew that that park was the best place to find what he was looking for so much, that cute and huge bear.
He just didn't expect to find exorbitant prices or bears uglier than any patch he had ever heard of, it was impossible to find something perfect.
In the distance, he could see you and the other crew members gathering around a little tent, as he got closer he saw it was one of those old throwing games, where there was definitely some trickery hidden. Seeing you further away from the others, he arrived quietly, stopping right behind you.
"What are we doing?" When he saw you turn around, scared, his hands soon found your shoulders, reassuring you. "It's just me."
"It makes me calmer, but not less scared." you laughed, your hands itching to clasp against Law, but it wasn't something the two of you usually did in public. "Well, we're trying to win something."
"And you, why are you staying away?"
"This guy at this stand is one of those funny charlatan types who love to meddle." You held back a laugh, seeing his expression darken.
Before you could continue complaining about the man, Law's mind immediately wandered to what was in the background: an immense, white, perfectly stitched polar bear that was just an orange uniform away from transforming into Bepo.
"I am going to try." Law's speech surprised you, making you follow him to the edge of the bench.
"The pretty lady decided to try?" the man said in the most charlatan way possible, but Law responded immediately.
"No, in this case, her boyfriend." He took out some coins and placed them in front of the man. "Which one do I have to hit to win one of the prizes in that row?"
"That one." he pointed to the smallest of them all, further back. "But I warn you that it may take some time."
"Captain, everyone tried and no one succeeded." Bepo commented, clearly more concerned than he should be with the simple game. Meanwhile, you remained closer to him, silently watching the bet unfold.
"There, five rings, five chances." the man passed the pieces to Law.
He tried a few times in a row and failed each time. Both Law and his friends were already sighing frustrated with the fact that almost twenty-five rings thrown in a row had escaped the hole.
"There has to be some trickery in this." Law snapped, frustrated with not getting the bear he knew you wanted. "You're fooling us all!"
"Me cheating?" the man said cynically as he accepted more coins and gave Law more chances. "You offend me like this."
"Well, captain…" Shachi approached his side and picked up one of the rings, slamming it against the counter in front of the two. Soon after, he threw a small piece of paper towards the bow and hit it. "See, you're the bad one, captain."
Law quickly connected the dots. The rings were made of some metal material - which could interfere with the weight or even have a magnet pulling it - and the paper ball was not. One look was enough for Shachi and Penguin to understand that they had to act.
"I'll try again." Law muttered, more as a point of warning to his colleagues than anything else.
"Come on man, confess, there's a scam here." Penguin pulled the guy's arm in a falsely gentle way, stealing your attention along with it. "There's no point in deceiving us."
"I got it!" Law's surprised voice drew the two of you back to the captain's attempts, who was now smiling broadly in the man's direction. "So, my prize…"
"How did you get?" the man shouted indignantly, going to check if he had actually succeeded. "I mean, okay, you can choose your prize."
"Come on, you choose." Law turned to you, seeing your eyes light up at the proposal. "Although I already suspect what your decision is."
"The cute Bepo over there?" Your voice was excited, but in a way that only he heard.
Immediately, Law pointed to the huge white stuffed polar bear, which the man reluctantly removed from the wall. Law's laughter remained contained as he watched you almost itch to reach the bear that the man handed you.
"It's so cute!" You squeezed him, burying your face against his soft fur. "It's so good, it's the best gift I've ever gotten."
"This version of Bepo at least lets us squeeze him." Ikkaku joined you, squeezing the teddy bear as well and listening to the real version of Bepo's mumbles.
"You guys squeeze me too much sometimes, I need to breathe."
"We have the need to squeeze cute little things!" you pressed the plush against your arms.
There was a little relay of who would squeeze your bear - which yes, you nicknamed B2 or as Bepo, the second of his name - until they were back at Polar Tang.
"So, did you like the gift?" Law's voice entering the room was enough to cheer you up. "Does that mean he's already stolen my side of the bed?"
"Just until you come here."
"As if I wasn't already offended since you have to squeeze cute things." he grumbled and it only took seconds for you to throw yourself into his arms, covering any trace of skin and face you could find with smacking kisses.
"You.are.the.best.boyfriend.in.the.world." with each pause, it was a new time that your lips met Law's, this time causing a louder laugh to echo from him. "I loved the gift."
"And I'm glad you liked it." He quickly kissed your lips. "I'm going to take a shower, then can we spend some time together?"
"Me, you and B2?"
"Okay, just tonight. I'm surrounded by bears that give me a hard time." he pretended to be offended, knowing that your reaction would be another kiss on him.
Despite the grumblings - and the exorbitant amount of money spent on the attempts - the vision Law found was worth it. You lay on his bed, one of his t-shirts on your body and attached to your arms, the huge white bear. You matched cute things and for him, that would be worth any game - even if a certain devil fruit power had helped him this time.
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boyfriend! jiyan + modern! au
Content: SFW + NSFW, modern au, meaning he isn't a general, foul language towards the end of the SFW stuff.
Note: As always, non proof-reader.
Jiyan, one of the best students at the medicine degree, you met each other the first day of class after you asked him for directions to the class.
He looked at you, eyes cold as ice, but his voice was warm, almost as much as the scorching sun of the summer you met.
Since that moment, both of you started to sit close to each other, always being together for the group projects, always going to get a "little" treat after class.
As time went on, both of you finally visited each others' home, you were living with your family, but he wasn't, house a bit cold as you entered, that gave you even more reasons why you should stick together to him, always inviting him to your family reunions, even if you had to bear with the comments of your parents and family members.
Despite he refused at first, after all he wasn't exactly part of your family, but he started to go, slowly entering into your family as if he was one member more.
It had been a few months since he started to participate, and none of you had noticed the slight changes in your relationship, that was until your mother came to you both: "Dear, how could you keep it to yourself? It has been over one year since you introduced us to him, isn't it time you finally tell us about your relationship?" You were about to refuse, a bit nervous in case Jiyan got uncomfortable, but it took just a quick glance to see it. Face as red as a cherry, eyes focusing on something else, hands a bit shaky... wasn't he going to say anything?
In the end, you simply smiled, deciding to wait for him to tell you, as it would be so embarrasing to be wrong about your theory.
It took another six months for him to finally say anything, it was soon before the final exams period and both of you had decided to meet when he suddenly took you to the park next your university.
"I... I don't think I will be able to keep it any longer. I've tried to focus on something else, I mean, our exams start in less than a week, despite that I've been completely distracted, messing up at the lab and always forgetting what I studied. I need to get it off my chest. I like you, I've liked you since you started to teach me new things, new experiences, I just say this with the intention of being able to focus, you don't need to correspond my feelings or anything." Without letting you respond, he was about to go back to the library when you suddenly stopped him, more angry than embarrased:
"You're so bad at confessing, you didn't even let me understand it!" You pulled from him, getting him back to where he was standing, you looked at his pretty eyes, glistening under the sunlight, without thinking too much, you took him from his shirt, pulling him into a soft kiss that ended before being able to properly taste it. "It took you six fucking months to say anything, asshole..." His face turned red, still too stunned to being able to say anything, his mouth opened, quickly closing as he tried to formulate a single word. He simply looked at you, face still red and took you by the hands, carefully pulling you into a deeper kiss. "I've never been in love before, sorry about that, genius."
Content: NSFW stuff, established relationship, teasing, a bit of overstimulation.
Jiyan, who loves seeing your pretty body completely naked on top of his bed.
Jiyan, who eats you out as if he had been starving his whole life, eyes completely focused on your face, as he saw your expressions of pleasure. His hands caressing your body as if it was made of porcelain.
Jiyan, who spends a bit too much time preparing you cause "what if I hurt you?", his fingers making you cum too many times before getting to the main course.
Jiyan, who loves being a bit mean to you, purposefully hitting just at the right place, making you scream and your hands to cling at him, other times he prefers playing with your pretty clit, not stopping even after you plea him, brain too foggy to think about anything else.
Jiyan, who takes both of you to the bathroom, rigorously cleaning both of you before heading to bed, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead after making your brain turn into mush.
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Lil' Killer
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x F! reader
A/N: I'm alive and almost done with school. I've never been more excited for something to be over.
Word Count: 966
Warnings/Tags: Establised relationship, blood and murder
Summary: While travling with Cooper a group of raiders decide that it would be a good idea to attack the both of you
You should have never left the Vault.
The Overseer was right. The Wasteland is dangerous, the first time you saw a rad-roach you almost spiraled into a panic attack.
It’s been a few months since then. You’ve lost the Vault suit and sold your Pip-Boy for caps. You had no need for them anymore, they made you too much of a target.
Only a few months and you’ve lost count of how many people and creatures you killed. The first time was jarring, being a bounty hunter paid well and it was the only thing that kept you on the move, never in one place for too long. If you were constantly on the move, you were safe.
The sand crunched under your boots and the gun holstered at your hip jangled as you dragged your bounty behind you, of course the fucker wanted the whole body for his own sick reasons. You learned to stop asking questions a long time ago, that was something you learned when you had lived in the Vault.
You walked up and into the outpost. You dropped the body down in front of the man standing behind the counter.
“Caps.” You held out your hand, waiting for your payment.
“We wanted him alive.” You slammed the bounty request down in front of him.
“Dead or Alive. Caps. Now,” He looked at the paper you had shown him and raised his eyebrow. The man reached down under the counter, but to your surprise, he pulled out a gun.
You have got to stop trusting people just to give you payment. You reached for your gun and aimed it at the man in front of you.
“Now, I suggest you give the lady her payment.” A man’s voice came from behind you, his chest now flush against your back.
Thank god.
You lowered your gun, as did the man in front of you. He tossed you the pouch full of caps. You re-holstered your gun and tied the pouch to your belt.
You walked around the man who stood behind you, as soon as you were outside the sound of a gunshot echoed through the air.
The sound of spurs came from behind you and your shoulders relaxed as Cooper wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Miss me darlin’?”
“Very much so.” You leaned back into him, his head resting on your shoulders.
“You really should be more careful, I thought I drilled that trustin’ instinct out of ya’ ”
You smiled at him, gently pushing him off you.
“Let’s get going pretty boy.” He scoffed at the nickname.
The two of you trekked through The Wasteland, walking towards Filly.
“What are we looking for Coop?” You asked as you climbed under a bit of rusted metal after him.
“A man.”
“What kind of man?”
“A wanted one.” At the sharp tone of his words, you knew to stop asking questions. You both continued walking, and bored with the silence you started to hum a little bit.
Cooper, only a few feet in front of you, stops dead in his tracks. You, feeling safe enough to be distracted, bumped into his back.
“Cooper? What’s wrong?” He shushes you and reaches for his gun, you in turn, go for yours. A rustling noise came from behind you, you turned around and your back was now flush against Cooper’s.
You aimed your gun, towards the source of the noise, ready to shoot at any moment. Your eyes darted around, looking for any sign of danger. You could never be too careful in The Wasteland.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here? A ghoul and a vault dweller.”
How did they know? You had ditched everything weeks ago.
The sound of the voice came from behind you, which meant they were in front of Cooper.
Cooper had his gun aimed at the people in front of him, he was more than capable of taking them on himself.
“Come on out Vaultie, we won’t hurt ya’ “ You took a deep breath and stood tall, don’t show them you're scared. You came out from behind Cooper, your pistol in hand.
Another noise from the bush, without taking your eyes off the group of men in front of you, you took your shot, a body falling out from the bush. You let your arm fall to the side, finger still on the trigger.
“If y’ would kindly, move out of our way,” Cooper gestured with his pistol off to the side. The men didn’t move. If they were looking for a fight, they sure found one.
You let out a sigh as you reload your pistol.
Let's get this over with.
You looked at Cooper with a raised eyebrow. A silent question.
Can I take the first shot?
He nodded
I don’t see why not
You raised your pistol, smiled at the man, and pulled the trigger. The bullet landing right between his eyes. The other two men came running at you. You holster your gun and grab the hunting knife, you keep strapped to your thigh.
A manic expression filled your face. It’s been a long time since you’ve done this. The terror in their eyes, you loved it.
You ran at them, a terrifying smile graced your lips. You skillfully swung the knife in your hands. You knew exactly where to strike to make them bleed.
As you swiped your knife across one of the men’s neck, Cooper shot the other. Your white top, stained red and your face and hair covered with the same crimson and brain matter.
“There you are, lil’ killer.”
You giggled at the nickname. That’s what The Wasteland does to people, it turns people into killers.
“To Filly.”
You both continued to Filly, you had a bounty to find and deliver.
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reader and spencer are in a relationship that has been on and off and this endless cycle is clearly leading them nowhere, but they’re hesitant to let go of each other, and one of them has to speak up and break things off for good and it’s just very heart breaking?
this idea might suck but it’s angsty and it just came to me 😭
Another sigh escaped your lips as you waited in the quiet apartment. Spencer was stuck at work and he told you to let yourself into his home while he finished.
“Make yourself some coffee” he said, “I still have a bit of your creamer left so feel free to use it all up.”
He was always so considerate, you were going to miss that.
Your relationship with Spencer had been anything but easy. The early days when he was too nervous to hold your hand due to germs and because of his own nerves was something you looked back on every day. It may be a bad thought, but you missed seeing how nervous he’d get around you at the start.
That of course wasn’t the whole reason you weren’t as fond of him anymore.
It wasn’t the first time you two decided to end things. After he escaped Thomas Hankle, Spencer didn’t want to burden you when he was trying to get clean from dilaudid. You were heartbroken, you wanted to be there for him every step of the way, but you knew fighting over it was going to be a lost cause, so you let him go.
A few years down the line you connected again, serendipitously you met at a coffee shop and Spencer nearly spilled his drink all over you. The second your eyes connected an awkward laugh left both of your mouths and by the end of the night you were cuddling in each other’s arms, sharing long overdue kisses and talking about how much you missed each other.
Then when Spencer was wrongfully imprisoned, you tried your best to keep in contact with him, but eventually Spencer didn’t want you to insert yourself into this situation. The day he broke it off when you came to visit him, you left the building with tears threatening to spill from your eyes and the worst part of all is that this time you weren’t allowed to hug him goodbye.
Over a year later when he had been released you two reconnected again, this time you were hoping for good, but things change and it would be unfair for both you and Spencer to drag things on if things didn’t feel the same anymore.
You were brought back from your thoughts by the sound of a key in the lock. You took a deep breath and readied yourself for the conversation about to come.
As Spencer walked through the door you watched him as he kicked off his shoes and took off his jacket. He looked at you and a sleepy smile adorned his face and his under eyes seemed darker than usual. He seemed exhausted and you were beating yourself up in your head for choosing what seemed like the worst time to do this, but you couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Can we talk?”
“Sure, what about?”
You sighed and sat on the couch with Spencer following along and sitting next to you. You looked down and nervously picked at your fingers, how were you going to do this?
“Spencer I…,”
Spencer noticed your nerves, he was a profiler after all, and took your hands in his which only caused tears to well in your eyes.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“Do what?”
“This…us…”
Spencer’s hold on your hand loosened. He wanted to say that he was shocked, but he wasn’t. A part of him also knew that things weren’t the same anymore and this state that you two were in wasn’t doing either of you any good.
Spencer sat there, his thumb running over the back of your hand as he took his time remembering every curve and vein, he wanted to remember how the hand felt of the person who had loved him for so long, through thick and thin, through every joy and sorrow.
Without a word, you stood up and hugged Spencer one last time, his arms wrapping around you so tightly as if it felt like there was a tourniquet wrapped around you and you felt as though you were going to need one as you felt your heart bleed from all the pain.
You let Spencer take his time with his hug, his face pressed into your stomach and your fingers lightly carding through his curls, you were going to miss doing that.
Eventually you both let go, too ashamed to look each other in the eyes.
“I’m sorry… Goodbye Spencer.”
You slowly walked to the front door, not daring to look back as you knew that if Spencer was looking at you, you’d break down right then and there. Placing the spare key you had to the apartment on the little side cabinet, you put your shoes on and quietly left the apartment.
As soon as the door closed, tears streamed down Spencer’s eyes and he angrily wiped them away. He wasn’t sure what he had done for you to not love him anymore, but he didn’t blame you. He was a fool for thinking that if he made sure things stayed the same way as they’ve always been then you’d stay with him, but he had changed and he knew it, you had too. The only thing he could do now was curse himself for letting go of the one person that loved him through everything.
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Has anyone asked about “gods body swap” yet?
Hello! :) You're the first to ask about "Gods Body Swap"! It's an identity reveal fic.
It starts off with the Justice League fighting a villain with magical psychic powers. The villain, about to lose, decides to body swap the whole justice league. However, Captain Marvel always had mental barriers strong enough to cause headaches to anyone who tried to enter his mind. Or at least Billy's, because their power goes past Billy and onto the six gods that gave him his powers.
Now the gods have been body swapped with the justice league and Billy stays the same. But the justice league is now in his head where the gods are supposed to be, and everyone is freaking out. The gods and Billy are able to defeat the villain because their powers transferred over with their consciousness. They find out after the fight that the effects will last a week at max.
This of course, causes more freaking out among the league. They didn't even know Cap had literal voices inside his head. And they belonged to gods!? They're not even in anyone's physical body, just floating around Cap like ghosts.
At least there's some good news. The gods, since they're gods and weren't physically here just more of an astral mind projection that come and go as they please, can actually go back into their original bodies. None of the members have to worry their reputation or relationships in their personal life being ruined. And Billy won't have to worry about looking after them.
They leave the JL members' bodies in the med bay.
The Justice League, however, are not gods. Something is blocking them from entering their own bodies.
Which means Billy is left with:
Batman as Soloman
Superman as Hercules
Green Arrow as Atlas
Wonder Woman as Zeus
Green Lantern as Achilles
Flash as Mercury
And Billy wants to find a way to help them right away. But first-...well first he has to go home and have dinner because he promised Rosa he'll be home by 7. And he actually has a test tomorrow, so he can't miss school. He's actually busy the whole week, so finding a faster way won't even matter in the end.
The justice league is left with no other choice but to follow him around as spectators, only allowed to make commentary.
At first, they were intrigued when Cap said he had a personal life to get back to. Now they can do nothing as they come to the horrifying realization that their coworker is a legitimate child. And then they find out that his siblings are too.
They are also interested in Billy's school life. Who said high school drama isn't entertaining? At least his grades aren't slipping.
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My brain has rotted after reading @a-b-riddle "Not me imagining medic reader who acts weird around Ghost."
And I desperately need it out of my head. So here is my take/version/homage to such a great idea. I wish I could lick their brain. Thank you for putting out something so downright FILTHY without being filthy at all.
I adore you.
CW: 18+!!!, no explicit smut but jeez…BASICALLY, language, not happy thoughts reader thinks about themselves, just overall 18+ only
Wc: little over 4k…I’m sorry. My brain. It rotted away :(
~
Being a medic on any military base had its ups and downs. Some bases had better food, others had personnel that would leave you alone and others always seemed to be busy.
That seemed to be the case with your current base.
If there wasn’t a training accident, then there was a critical mission gone awry and left you and your other three nurses scrambling for days to fix everyone back up. If it wasn’t either case, then it was a full moon which lead to patience being tested and some downright awful fights.
This week was the full moon and you were l feeling every part of it.
The worst part about this base was that you never seemed to get a full weekend to yourself. And not that you would complain much, you were normally off in your apartment fantasizing and wishing for a tank of a man to grab you and fuck your thoughts out but not getting your alone time had become…troublesome.
It led you into some dark thoughts. Dangerous thoughts. Outright outrageous, ravenous, porn idled thoughts about a certain Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.
Yes, you were officially losing it, thanks for asking.
You couldn’t help it though. If it wasn’t his size that did you in, it would be his tree trunk thighs. Thighs that begged you to sit between them and be good as he watched football. Maybe you would choke him down too. Swallow him whole. Or just warm him with your throat because you weren’t needy or anything of that nature.
Maybe not his wonderful thighs that were doing it for you? Then it was definitely his arms. Bigger than your head and could easily crush you like a bug. God, you had countless hours of rubbing yourself thinking of him putting you in a headlock and making your dumb brain even dumber.
Perhaps his hands were the most fascinating to you whenever they weren’t covered by his gloves. Big and thick, just like the rest of him. Veiny too, and you hoped it was an indicator of another certain area being extra veiny as well.
And his voice. Whenever you heard him snap at the new recruits or put another private in their place, it absolutely melted you.
It also made you act like an idiot whenever you thought he was around.
Regardless of how hard you tried, and you did because you wanted to be good, he immediately became your whole world. You would accidentally poke your patient too hard while stitching them or keep the blood pressure cup on for too long, squeezing their much needed appendage. One time you almost poked a Sergeants eye out but thankfully, Sergeant MacTavish had thought that maybe the Lieutenant had frightened you after he called out for his Sergeant.
“Don’t worry ‘bout him, lass, he won’t bite.” He chuckled before you reset his arm, dislocated by a training accident, of course.
You wished he did bite. And hard.
But you made it a promise to yourself to never reveal to the infamous Ghost what you thought about him, or to anyone for that matter. The rejection alone would be too much for you and you honestly thought that maybe something was going on between the L.T. and his Sergeant. They were attached at the hip and it was quite cute to see them walk and talk together.
It made your thoughts that much more guilt ridden though.
How dare you fantasize about a man who was happily in a committed relationship. If it wasn’t with MacTavish, you knew it had to be with someone else. Someone had to claim the behemoth of a man because no way would it ever be that easy.
Or maybe he wasn’t what you were into at all. Your thoughts were…careless, some could call it. Disgusting was more the word you were called and were use to. Most men you were into turned out to be batting for the same team or a vanilla cupcake. And you loved them regardless and gladly walked with your head held high until you got your bed and collapsed on it, fighting your pants off and filling your disgusting, worthless cunt with your fingers.
And so far, being four months in at your new base, you didn’t want to know either way what Ghosts deal was. You were content on your thoughts and the little crumbs you would scarf up whenever you saw him in passing.
Everything was perfect.
Except for the eve of the full moon.
Dolores asked you to spend your evening taking stock of the inventory closet and with her being your boss, no way you could have said no, even if you wanted. So, at 6pm sharp, you started with your little clipboard and counter and made your way up and down the rows of medical supplies.
How fun.
Dolores was a stickler for keeping her supplies accurate and fully loaded for any and all events that could occur. You appreciated her thoroughness but it often led you to pulling doubles or overnight shifts since you were the only one she trusted to do this.
Bullshit, you wanted to say but you didn’t.
You wanted to be good and do a good job and you knew your reward for your hard work would be immaculate. Your bed. Twitter porn. A wand and a lengthy size piece you hoped was somewhat accurate to the Lieutenants and your dirty, nasty thoughts.
But that had to wait. And it did as you sat counting the wraps, the bandages, the gauze and the disposable gloves over and over until Nancy, a nurse you worked closely with and could almost call a friend, found you and quickly closed you both in.
“Are we alone?” She asked with a devious sprinkle in her eye. Your own eyebrows knitted together in confusion, the slight headache a few hours ago was a full on rager and your fingers were going numb from the counting and scribbling.
But no complaints from you, of course.
“I think so. What do you mean?” Your eyes shifted towards the linen closet that you swore was open earlier but was now tightly closed.
You figured Dolores wanted to keep it closed so no one would grab extra towels.
She was currently at war with a few privates who snuck her towels for unknown purposes.
Poor Dolores.
“Well,” she dragged on, baiting you into putting your stuff down and give her your full attention, which you did. You learned early not to fight Nancy and things had been smooth sailing for you ever since. “Cory and I were talking earlier and I wanted to ask you about something. Well, about someone.” You had no idea where this would lead but your heart began exploding. A cold sweat covered your forehead. Were you going to be sick? You were going to be sick.
“Okay.” Your voice was timid, dancing around a shark who smelt blood. Your blood.
“So, we noticed you, well, kind of act differently around a certain someone.” Your eyes closed as your palms pressed against them tightly, colors and flashes taking over as the rushing of your blood filled your ears. Nancy took that as confirmation. Poor Nancy. “Please don’t be embarrassed! Soap is super fuckin’ hot.”
What? Soap?
Your head shot up to her and even more confusion landed on your face. You shook your head and regretted every word that came after:
“I don’t like Soap.” Nancy’s face dropped her smile and tilted like she didn’t quite hear you. “I mean, he’s cute. I definitely see why everyone does like him.” Your voice was a little too high for your liking. And apparently, for Nancy’s.
“If it’s not Soap then…?” You promised yourself. You promised yourself…fuck it.
“Don’t tell anyone.” You looked at her pointing. Her eyes widen with the hidden accusation.
“Who am I going to tell?” She faked. Liar.
“Corey. Dolores maybe. Maybe the whole base, I don’t know Nancy.” You huffed in faked annoyance. Nancy laughed. It made your chest feel less tight, which was nice.
You still couldn’t get over the feeling of being watched though…
“Never! Maybe Corey, honestly. But you don’t ever tell me anything.” Nancy pouted while sinking to the floor to join you. “So, tell me! Let’s have girlchat as you work your second triple this week. Jesus, I think Dolores wants you dead.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I think she just wants me insane.” You agreed, your fingers finding a string dangling from your scrubs as you gathered the courage to finally tell someone about your innocent crush. Maybe it would help. Maybe it was time to let your crush get crushed and maybe you could move on and stop being a idiot all the time.
“It’s his Lieutenant.”
Nancy gasped dramatically but her eyes told you all you needed to know: That was not what she expected.
“Like, Lieutenant Riley?” She clarified and you decided to finally come clean.
“I’d jump off Buckingham Palace if it meant that he would fuck me six ways from Sunday.” Nancy snorted, her hand gripping her chest, eyes huge.
You swore you heard a squeak from the closet but you figured it must have came from Nancy.
“Are you-” you cut her off again.
“I would suck his dick for 24 hours straight if it meant he would choke me out with his arms next.” Nancy did yell before clamping her hands around her mouth to keep herself silent. You couldn’t look at her anymore, so your sheet filled with scribbled numbers became center of your attention. “And I get it, he’s in charge and physically fucking huge and always with Sergeant MacTavish and I don’t want to come between them or anyone else he has in his life. I just have…thoughts.”
Nancy chuckled in disbelief.
“Oh, those are just thoughts?” Her face was red. She was loving this and for once, it felt good to let go.
“Just thoughts. Like how would it feel to be a fleshlight for him. Or just sit between his thick thighs as I hold him in my throat as he ignores me. Does he like anal? How long could I fuck him until I cried? Are his balls too sensitive or can I suck on them too? Can I choke myself on his fingers? I don’t want him uncomfortable, so if I closed my eyes, would he spit in my mouth and make me hold it?”
Nancy was dying.
Full blown, laughing and crying, red faced, dying.
“Stop!” She begged, her hands trying to smooth her hair as she desperately tried to get herself together.
“I’d eat his cum out of my cunt so I could taste us mixed together.” You whispered when she finally looked sane enough.
You liked seeing Nancy happy. And if telling her your dirty thoughts did that, then here you were. Being a good dog.
“Oh my god! You perv!” She declared and for once, she as right. You were. You shrugged your shoulders in defeat. “You should tell him!” That got your attention.
“What, Nancy, no! Absolutely not. Not ever!” Horror filled you at the thought of him finding out your simple little crush. Much less, whatever else you think about.
“What? Why not?” She asked confused.
“Because that’s wrong. He’s a Lieutenant.”
“But not your Lieutenant!” She argued back.
“But it could still lead into… I don’t know. Bad stuff. Just…no. He’s probably in a happy relationship with MacTavish or he has his own person in the real world. Or he doesn’t like any of the stuff I like and that’s 100% a-okay with me. I’m just fine thinking about him every waking second and gooning out during my weekends and that’s all.” You shrugged, swearing you heard a snort but Nancy just looked on in confusion.
“Gooning?”
“Please don’t look that up. It’s a gross…thing. Just means I’m gross, gross, gross mammal.”
“But what if he is into everything you’re into? You’ve made up your mind before even talking it out with the man!”
“Did you not hear about him potential being taken?” You looked over at her hard. “I don’t even somewhat like the idea of being a second choice or hidden because of another. I’m…jealous. Irrationally so. It just leads to too much drama and heartache and suddenly you’re being jumped by five women and a man because you were left in the dark and nobody believes that you didn’t know. And trust me, women hit and kick. And hard.” You emphasized. You hated your life three years ago.
You still can’t get over the guilt and shame. It’s a reason why you were the way you were. Nancy gave you a soft, understanding look. Nothing more needed to be said.
“Well, I at least want to get you laid soon. When’s the last time you had fun and not by yourself?” She had a point.
“Thankfully, being taken care of. Well, in the process of.”
“Oh?” Tell me more, Nancy silently pleads with you.
“There is a…website and I matched with them. So, dinner next time I’m free and everything will be discussed then. After that, I’ll be rung out like a wet rag.” You shrugged a shoulder like it was a normal, every day occurrence. Nancy was not happy with that.
“Why does it sound so much like a transaction? Like a business deal?”
“When is sex not a business deal?” You countered, leaving her thinking. “I’m just particular in what I want. And I’m nonstop busy. Even if I go to a bar and meet someone organically, who knows if they like everything I do. Then, you have figure each other out, try to hint at everything until you’re five months in and realize, this isn’t what either of you wanted in the first place. I’m just cutting out all of that nonsense. My life is full of people who need me. And I’m very thankful for that.” You made sure to look at her dead in the eyes as a thank you for everything she’s done. She gave you a gentle smile, which eased some of your panic. “I just also need me time. And when I get that, I want to utilize that me time to the best of my abilities. Which means fucking someone who says they understand fully what I want and all the stipulations that come from that.”
“Oh, like someone who is also in the military and looks the part.” Nancy had a sly look on her face. You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.
“Looks the part and is the part are two different things. Do you know how many men are just big softy’s? Are petrified if they hit you wrong, you’ll explode? Or maybe they so scared of crushing you so everything is as soft as a feather. Or you’re just not big enough, small enough, strong enough, soft enough, easy enough, tough enough, beautiful enough or smart enough and when they finally see someone they like, they explode in your hand like they’re virgins again. And then you dye your hair and try to put on weight and discuss plastic surgery and manipulate the way you walk and talk so they look at you with an ounce that they look at everyone else with. And then you realize you’re tired and worthless and you just drop from their lives and you never speak again. It’s a really cool thing. Especially when you’ve done it a few times over.” You shook your head, embarrassed by your own ranting. “I’m sorry, that was a little too much.” Nancy laughed at that.
“No, not at all! Everyone feels insecure at times. No matter what. Even your girl over here.” You gave her a genuine smile.
“Shut up. But thank you. Sorry, I talked for too long.” You sighed, rubbing your jaw.
“You know what would else would hurt your jaw?”
“Shut up, Nancy.” You laughed and before another word could be said, the linen closet busted open revealing not only Sergeant MacTavish with a red face and a giant smile, but his silent and deadly counterpart: the Lieutenant himself, who stood there with his arms by his side and his face covered by a black balaclava as always.
The same Lieutenant you were just speaking about.
The same Lieutenant who heard everything.
“Don’t go on the date, lass!” The Sergeant called out to you but you couldn’t hear him. Your world dropped from under you as the fires of hell pulled you under.
Not literally, but you wished it was.
“Oh my god. Oh my god!” You had never jumped up so fast or ran from the supply room as quickly as you did. Real, true horror filled your veins as bile threatened to spew out.
You can’t believe he heard.
You can’t believe he heard!
You heard footsteps behind you but knowing Nancy was probably right behind you, trying to get you to stop and look at the man you had been drooling over for the last four months, you weren’t stopping for anything. If anything, it kicked you into a higher gear. Your goal was the surgery room that had access to an outside door for emergencies and you were thankful when you could finally see it. Putting in the passcode and getting an error, your panic rose as you heard the footsteps getting louder and louder.
“No, no, no, no, no,” you cried before the keypad glowed green and granted you entry. “Yes!” You slipped in and slammed the door closed. You knew Nancy would be right behind you so you didn’t stop even for a second. Slipping out to the cold, your shift and the inventory could be damned for all you cared.
You were never going back.
Fuck Nancy, fuck Johnny and fuck his delicious looking Lieutenant.
You eventually stopped running, your side aching as you thought about how badly screwed your were.
You should have listened to yourself.
You should have stayed silent.
You left on foot, regardless of the guards questioning glare but after seeing your tear soaked face, he took enough pity on you to let you go.
Thankfully.
You began your five mile walk to the city before flagging down a cab and taking it back to your shitty apartment. Your perfect safe haven. You just wanted a glass of water, strip your clothes off and never think about tonight again.
Which would be impossible because you couldn’t stop thinking about tonight. About MacTavish’s face. How red he was or how big his smile stretched out. ‘Don’t go to dinner’? Was he serious? Christ, fuck dinner. You were about to show up on your dates doorstep and beg the poor guy to take you right then. Fuck the process.
But that sunk your heart. You couldn’t do that to someone. So, you just went through the motions when you finally got in. Taking off your clothes. Getting a drink. And then chugging on an open liquor bottle to deal with your blinding shame. Quick, cold shower because that’s what bad dogs deserve. And lastly, you wrapped yourself up in your comforter and rolled to the ground and slide under your bed. A terrible habit you started when you were younger and never stopped. It didn’t matter that you shared the space with spiders and dust bunnies. You felt cocooned and safe. Even if someone was to find you, and how could they, but if they did, why would they look under your bed?
It was perfect.
It was perfect for 30 more minutes. Regardless of your bedroom being shut and your front door being locked, chained and deadbolted, you could hear someone try to make their way in. You figured after five minutes of struggling they would go away but much to your horror, you heard the door being shoved opened.
That couldn’t be Nancy…
You wanted to cry again but you kept yourself calm, breathing as even as you could while keeping your ear to the ground. You could hear multiple footsteps make their way in before the door was half shut.
“Are you here?” Nancy called out, her voice rocking you to the core.
Obviously not! You wanted to shout out but you didn’t.
“Can you please talk to us?” Oh my god, you were going to scream. Us. Motherfucker.
Your bedroom door opened but you knew that would happen. That was okay. You could see plain white shoes that went to Nancy stand at your doorway before retreating. Another bigger, louder footsteps fell behind her and again, stopped at your doorway.
“Lass? Please c’m ‘ere.” Johnny tried but you focused on the waves of embarrassment flowing over you and holding you under the water. He eventually left and for a moment, you thought you were safe.
How wrong you were.
The next footsteps were much quieter than before and when you looked at the boots and realized their size, your heart went into overdrive.
Ghosts.
Definitely Ghosts.
This time, the boots didn’t stop at the doorway but walked inside like they had been here before. They stopped walking, landing right towards your head. You wondered what he was looking at before your mind found a new dangerous game to play.
God, what you would give to lick his boots. Would he liked it if you ground your cunt on them? What if you cleaned them up after, would he like it then?
Suddenly you became too hot and without realizing it, your hand traveled to your panty covered mound and slid through your curls until it reached your hidden pearl.
Fuck, you were soaked.
Knowing Ghost was here, he was in your bedroom, where he heard that you masturbated to the thought of him, drew your body into the flames like no other.
You just couldn’t help yourself. And it’s not like he knows where you are so, you didn’t feel so bad.
So you rubbed. And rubbed. Staring at his thick, black boots and all the implications of what it meant.
Before long, he began walking away and even though it was exactly what you wanted, you felt a little sad too.
That is, until the door closed. With both of you in the room. Suddenly, your fingers stopped, and you realized how badly you might have fucked up. That maybe you didn’t have the upper hand like you thought you did.
“If you don’t get out from under the bed then I’ll get you myself. And trust me, little girl, you don’t want that.” Fuuuuck, you were going to cum just from his voice. It didn’t matter that he sounded a bit pissed at you. Or maybe a little…wound up himself. God fucking damn you.
But you refused. Maybe he actually didn’t know where you were. Maybe it was a lucky guess on his part. You didn’t want to give yourself away now, did you?
“One.” Oh my god, could he just marry you and throw you away in his basement for eternity?
“Two. Think about what you’re doing. Think about it carefully.” He taunted but you didn’t care. You weren’t budging. You refused. You would win. You would-
“Three.” A gloveless, thick and veiny hand shot out and wrapped around your arm and yanked you out faster than you thought possibly. You found yourself thrown on your bed, now staring at your ceiling before a leg forced its way between yours and now, before you could even breath, you had Lieutenant Riley between your thighs. You closed your eyes like it would help your current situation.
Ghost barked out a laugh and it only set to flush your cheeks out even more. The rolling heat made its way over your chest and settled over your heaving breasts.
You couldn’t even care that you were only in panties that were still somewhat pushed to the side, showing off your dripping cunt, your light tank top that did nothing to hide to your puffy nipples or ragged breath. And bra? What bra?
You were a fucking mess.
And you never looked so tempting to someone like you did to Ghost.
Fuck, he wanted to worship you right then. Suck on your clit and make you squeal. Pull on your nipples and slap your tits as you cried. Stuff you full of his cock and shove his fingers in your mouth until you couldn’t tell where he started and you began.
Patience, he tried to tell himself.
But patience was so fucking hard when you were practically dripping on him and he didn’t even do anything yet.
Fuck.
“Look at me.” You refused and Ghost loved that.
His hand began lightly tracing your cheek, down to your lips before pushing his way in and hooking his thumb in your cheek and pulling it. Your eyes shot open and found his amused ones staring back at you. Deep and dark, with a hint of green and a twinge of fire that you couldn’t believe.
His eyes were beautiful and you didn’t deserve to be looking at them.
Funny enough, he thought the same about yours.
“There you are, little girl. See? You can listen. Just have to push you right where I want you.” He smiled under the mask but you could only see the way his eyes scrunch up and how his voice was sweetly mocking you. It was going to be the death of you.
His fingers left your mouth but never left your body, still tracing your exposed skin and everything felt electrifying. You felt your whole body relax, allowing your thighs to let him closer to you, so close you could feel his pants pressing against your wet slit. How embarrassing, you wanted to think but you couldn’t help but the feel the bulge that pressed directly against your pulsing cunt.
You must have died, you decided. No way was this real.
“Oh, it’s real, little girl. Absolutely, positively fucking real.” He growled out, making you realize you were talking aloud. “We have some rules to set, don’t you agree?” His eyebrow twitched as a drunk smile laced your lips.
Maybe telling Nancy wasn’t all that bad…
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This probably isn’t gonna come up in the show but i feel like Arthur has a massive problem with women, lol. Not in a chauvinistic sense obviously, but the entire show is haunted by women who died around him, or died inadvertently by him. Bella, Sarah, Faroe etc. The lack of women with speaking roles makes sense of course but I feel that Arthur carries a shattered saviour complex around with him.
He’s always saying he “failed”. I wonder how motivated he is by the sensibilities of his time, if he believes he “failed” as a man, as a protector. I feel like he might unconsciously have avoided forming any type of connection with women after Faroe.
Idk, I’ve been thinking about Malevolent’s relationship with gender recently. It doesn’t overtly explore anything, but there’s so many major female players, weighing heavily down on the story, but never fully emerging. I think it’s interesting that all of Arthur’s female loved ones died young, and the only women who are able to appear ‘onscreen’ are undead, or elderly. When women show up, he’s either forced to reflect on the deaths he feels guilt over. Or, he has to confront reality, he’s not a saviour or a massive failure. Here’s a woman who didn’t die young, who he can’t save, who doesn’t need him too.
And LILITH. Unknown being who might be the most powerful thing in the multiverse. Who could be running the whole fucking thing. Protecting Arthur, shielding him from death. How the tables turn.
Also the show is voiced by a single guy so, y’know.
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Just to put my two cents in on the whole no Johnlock in Podlock situation;
There’s no one correct way to interpret the Holmes/Watson relationship. It feels very clearly queer to me because I am a queer person who is attached to these stories. Others might not interpret it that way. That doesn’t mean they’re wrong or I’m wrong. Just ya know. Two different people interpreting a character in the public domain.
Something that encouraged me is that Joel said they had no plans for any of the main three to get together. I was nervous, especially after the Gloria Scott that we were heading for John/Mariana territory (which, to be clear, I do like them together. Marianna is just so cool. I know she’s a stand in for Mrs. Hudson of course, but I think she’s also a stand in for Mary Morsten and the best portrayal of her I’ve seen so far. I wouldn’t be upset, per se about these two being together, it’s just…. Another straight romance for John isn’t really breaking new ground).
I really hope that the Podlock team sticks to their guns here. I quite like the idea of a strictly serialized set of stories, with three characters who clearly share love for each other. Because they don’t have any intentions of giving any of them a romance, it means we as an audience can fill in the blanks for ourselves. Yes, we want clear explicit queer representation. But I don’t think Sherlock & Co. has to be that, ya know?
Me personally, I will be listening to the episodes and knowing that the three of them are doing it sloppy style in between cuts. You, other nebulous listener, can cast them as sexless crime solving creatures. You, other nebulous listener, can make Johnlock canon for you. Idk man. This isn’t BBC Sherlock. I don’t feel like the Podlock team is dangling a queer love story in front of us and snatching it away at the last second.
I think Joel and the team saying explicitly here at the beginning that Johnlock isn’t the plan is actually like… really nice. They could get a lot of listeners by going “ooo maybe John and Sherlock will kiss this episode you don’t know!!” Instead, they’re giving their queer audience the respect they deserve by saying “that isn’t the textual story we’re telling, but if you want to read it’s subtext that way, they belong to us as much as they do to us.”
I just really respect that, I guess.
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The thing is. Not gonna put this on fox’s post bc it’s a tangent. Anyway the thing is Ed and Stede are kinda codependent? What they are, though, is a) two animals who have pair bonded and b) ed seems to have more of an actual clinical depiction of codependency.
The big thing about codependency is that it’s not actually “one partner keeps the other partner good and pure and keeps them from being Mean and Bad.🥺” Codependency’s whole thing is control. It’s a saviour complex. And THE THING IS? It doesn’t work. You cannot “save” a person from being themself, from engaging in their addiction, from hurting themself. They need to make the executive decision to change, the codependent person cannot do that for them. Thus it becomes a cycle. Try to save -> see that they’re not doing what you want -> get angry/upset/punish yourself for not succeeding/sink with them -> rinse and repeat.
Izzy? Now HE is codependent on Ed. You can be codependent on someone who is perfectly fine. He tries to control Ed’s every move, doesn’t succeed, and inevitably gets angry. If you pick up an on god actual textbook, or like any Melody Beattie book, you will see that he is the very definition of codependency.
Cycling back to Ed, though. I do think he’s codependent. You don’t kill your alcoholic father to protect your mother. We don’t mysteriously never see his mother again and know that he went to sea at a young age for no reason. He tried to save her, it backfired. A woman telling her child that they’ll never have better because god decided they’d be miserable is not ready to be saved, is not ready to get out of an abusive situation.
Then, of course, there’s Jack. Jack is eternally getting Ed to do shit for him. To help him because he’s so helpless uwu or whatever. A douchebag who can’t seem to take care of himself and is on the hunt for someone to cater to him??? Mmm yummy! A codependent’s dream! In the episode, he caters to Jack’s every whim, makes excuses for him, and finally does the “sinking with him” thing when he inevitably pushes too far. This is partly because of Jack’s manipulation, partly because that’s what Ed’s family situation had been.
Now that we’ve established all of that, back to my original point: you don’t stop being codependent just because you get into a healthy relationship. I’m certain that a small part of the breakup era sads was that yet again he’d done something huge, sacrificed something big, and his efforts had gone wholly unwanted, just like what he’d done for his mom. And then there’s that fear. Ed knows the power that people he loves have over him. He knows how he acts in love! He knows how much it hurt when Stede left him! It makes sense, then, that he would run away when he sees Stede doing something he’s not too keen on (going full pirate party animal when Ed doesn’t want to be a pirate anymore). It’s fantastic that he’s running away though! He’s not doing shit he doesn’t want to do to humor Stede like he did with Jack. He’s not trying to force Stede to change directions. He’s not trying to control the situation! He’s seeing that he’s freaking out and he’s removing himself. Albeit poorly, but this is a step closer to being able to actually communicate things. He realizes he’s the variable he can change in dynamics.
So to close up, yeah the relationship is maybe a little codependent but not in the way people seem like to say? It’s codependent in that Ed has codependency issues and those will inevitably crop up in any deeply intimate relationship you’re in. It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be in a relationship. It doesn’t mean that the relationship is bad or unhealthy. It just means you’re a human person with shit to work on.
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