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lxclerc · 9 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐝𝐫𝟑

summary... it’s never the right time for you and daniel, always something pulling the two of you away from each other. requested... yes by literally everyone. yall were coming at me with pitch forks for this warning... age gap (7 years), emotional cheating, physical cheating, angst, angst, angst, light smut (more on fade to black) pairing... daniel ricciardo x horner! reader

note... i am tagging each and everyone of you who asked for a part 2 bc this fic has quite literally loomed over my head ever since i posted it a year ago. literally everytime i open this godforsaken app, someone is offering me their first born for the part 2 so yall better give me all the notes!!!

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high tide came and brought you in

“if you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?”

the question caught you off guard as your friend drunkenly pondered over it out loud. where would you go? you were sober enough to say home, the most acceptable answer that would not invite any other follow up questions. it’s simple and doesn't need a discussion. the reason it caught you off guard wasn’t just that though but because your answer was instantaneous in your head. your answer isn’t a where but rather a who, came your bitter realization.

and you knew that if you could go anywhere in the world right now, it’d be him you’d go to. he always lingers in the back of your mind, everything that reminded him of you tends to bring a certain kind of aching and longing you’ve grown to resent over the months and years spent without him.

daniel sent you away and deep in you, you know he meant good. he’d done a selfless thing, loving you and setting you free. but missing him was unbearable, loving him all consuming and you resent him for doing this to you. you resent the world for making you fall for a man without letting you have him.

still, you did as he told you. you went back to school, pursuing a career in a field you knew he’d be proud of, achieving your dreams and living your life as though a part of you hadn’t been left with him.

your friends carry on with the party. half of university was partying which is a scene familiar to you. this time, it’s on the beach, the salty air and sound of crashing waves echoing with the sound of the music and chatter. still though, you can’t help but scan the place as though looking for him among the crowd of people the same way you always would. you miss the way you’d find his eyes already on you, pools of brown dripping like honey on your skin.

but he’s never there and you feel dirty whenever another man looks at you, their gazes too eager as they look at you as though you’re a piece of meat, never gentle like his as though you’re aphrodite herself walking among mere mortals.

you miss him is the ugly truth. you miss him so fucking terribly it makes you angry. you don’t want to miss him. you no longer want to love him. loving him hurts, as though he’s clawing at your chest and squeezing your heart together in a sick sort of torture.

but even before he touched you, you were his. all he had to do was look at you. you exist in two places – here and wherever he is.

eventually as the night progresses on, you move away from the party. you’re in some fancy country club and the tile is expensive on your feet as you step out of your heels and walked towards the beach, feeling the cool sand against your skin.

in hindsight, you really shouldn’t have been surprised to find him in a place like this but despite looking for him wherever you go, you’d never expect to find him. searching for him has become a comfort the same way longing for him has – in a sick, twisted and painful way.

but he’s here now and in the one time you hadn’t searched for him, he found you. the moment you’d spotted his figure looking out at sea, he turned to you as though a gravitational pull connected you to him.

one year, three months and fourteen days. that was the last time you saw him but he looked no different from the man who’d brought you back to your hotel room only to say goodbye.

and then he smiled and it was as though the sun shone on you again.

“honey,” he says and your heart trembles.

daniel.

it was too early. and you’re drunk and you aren’t entirely sure if you were dreaming or not.

but he stands before you, eyes of brown looking as though you’re aphrodite herself and he can’t quite believe he gets to stand before you. eyes of brown that seem to be sobbing without tears. daniel.

you’re still not talking and he’s letting you, watching you so intently as though he’s memorizing your face. he looked the exact same but you know what he must be seeing. you look nothing like the woman he left behind. you’d cut your hair short and dyed it. long gone were your summer dress, replaced by tight fitting ones that showed off your body. you feel different and you tried so hard to make sure you wouldn’t recognize yourself in the mirror. you hated seeing the woman who couldn’t make him stay.

but in his eyes, you see your reflection and you recognize her well.

“daniel,” you muttered as the crashing waves touched your feet. would you love me now? you wanted to ask.

he smiled again. “you look beautiful as you always are.”

please touch me, you wanted to beg. soft eyes and soft soft hands. you’re lonely without him.

you manage a grin. “sure, old man.”

the laugh that he let out echoed against your soul. “i’m being honest.”

you missed him. god, you missed him so fucking much.

but daniel still would not let himself love you. not yet, not now that you’re finally building something for yourself. you have friends and have set goals. not yet.

“y/n!” someone calls from behind you but you’re hesitant to take your eyes off of daniel, terrified he’d become a figment of your imagination the moment you do. but your friend's familiar calls force you to. “come on, we have to go.”

you ignore her, turning back to daniel and he smiles at you, offering his hand for you to shake. this is the best he can offer for now. “i’ll see you around, kid.”

you wanted to cry, wanted to scream that it’s so unfair, but you smile sadly as he shook his hand, his calloused fingers so familiar against yours.

“in a few years,” you say.

and as the ocean brought him back to you, the waves must return to the sea.

but you were still gone and gone, gone and gone

the next time you see daniel again, you were twenty four. you’re in your last year of university, applying for your doctorate. you loved academia, you loved your two cats and your little apartment downtown, you loved science and the galaxy it holds and you eventually realized that this is why he let you go. he wanted you to have this — be more than someone who just follows a man around country after country.

he wanted you to grow, wanted you to find the things you really loved without influence from him. he wanted you to find your independence and learn to stand on your own two feet.

max brought you here. it’s his first world champion and as his self proclaimed best friend, he refused to allow you to skip this one and so you pulled up your big girl pants and got on with it, arriving in abu dhabi on friday.

by some cruel twist of fate, he’s the first person you find the moment you enter the paddock. it would have been rude to ignore him and so you smile even though you can clearly see the woman next to him and the way she stands close.

goddamn it.

it hurt. it hurt seeing her there. it hurt seeing her cluelessly smile at you. the way he looks at you now, eyes of brown full of silent apologies, looking as though he wanted to reach over and touch you, to comfort you.

you release a shaky breathe, raising your hand in an pathetic attempt of a wave before you walk past him. you aren’t the same young kid like before. now, you have enough self reservation to not actively put yourself in a situation that would only hurt you. you don’t need to play besties with daniel’s new girlfriend.

the moment you enter the red bull motorhome, you hit max at the back of his head.

“what?” he exclaimed as you glared at him.

“you’re an idiot,” was all you said before moving towards your father. you’d ignore daniel and his girlfriend. you’re here to support max – even if he is a stupid idiot – and there’s no need for you to obsess over daniel.

but of course, you still do anyway. even as you watch the race, you’re watching him. he looks good, amazing, fucking edible. he looks like he stepped right out of your dirtiest dreams, all thick neck and stable arms. he looks beautiful, absolutely gorgeous and breathtaking and you selfishly want him just for you. but you’ve always wanted that and you’ve never been allowed to have him.

and then you’re watching her. she’s grace herself, really. she’s exactly the kind of woman he needed and you wonder if she knows about you and then you wonder what it is about her. what is it about her that made it so that daniel thought she’s good enough for him to love when he never could you?

“mate, it’s getting creepy,” max said as he took the seat before you. he looks tired but he looks determined and the way the hair falls over his face makes you smile. max is a very special person to you and you know that he always will. you hold him close to your heart and you know you’d move the earth for him.

you reach over, fixing the collar of his red bull shirt. “shut up.”

“her name’s caroline,” max says. “if you want to get to know her then just approach her.”

you glared at him. you don’t want to know her name. you don’t want to know what her laugh sounds like or the color of her eyes. you don’t want to know what made daniel fall in love with her. you don’t want to know her.

“shut up,” you say again. “i’m still blaming you.”

max laughed and you think him annoying you might just be his way of distracting himself from the race so you let him. you let him talk on and on and on the entire time till he’s needed back in the motorhome. you let him steal yur ice cream and tap your nose.

but when you turned back to her, caroline, you find him staring right back at you, anger and jealousy in those brown eyes you missed so much.

and it was like you’re twenty again, petty and young as you glared right back at him. he had no reason to be jealous when he has her beside him. he has no right to be jealous when he’s the one who’s never allowed the two of you to be more.

these hands had to let it go free

that night, he called you for the first time in three years. his name lit up your phone and your hand shook as you picked it up. his picture, smiling up at you taken at your twentieth birthday stares right back at you.

“daniel,” you breathe out as you press the phone against your ear. you’d arrived back in your hotel room two hours ago smelling of champagne and victory. max’s world championship trophy is laying next to you after being forgotten because your best friend was far too drunk to grab it before his girlfriend dragged him out. throughout the party, you avoided daniel like the plague, keeping to your side of the room and never straying towards him.

“i missed you,” he says from the other end, voice cracking and slurring. he’s drunk and you push back the blanket as you enter the bathroom, hand gripping your phone. “but fuck it, i don’t miss this.”

“what are you saying?”

“he’s my best mate, y/n.” there goes your name. not sweetheart or honey. he says your name like it’s sacred, something he’s only ever allowed to say when he’s at his most vulnerable, completely raw and baring his soul to you. “and i wanted to fucking punch his face the entire night.”

you close your eyes. this is familiar to you. daniel and his raw honesty when he’s drunk. daniel and his jealousy of max. this is all so familiar to you that you feel twenty again. you feel young and out of control and so drunk in love with a man you can’t have that it physically hurts. he’s ripped you off the past few years where you’ve grown into yourself. you’re twenty again and so tragically in love.

“i wanted to punch his fucking face because his touching you, because i’m not allowed to touch you,” he continues as you sink to the floor.

“you’re the only one who’s never let yourself touch me, daniel,” you whispered on the phone, broken down from one phone call.

he laughs bitterly and you might as well not have said anything. “and here i am, can’t even sleep next to my damn girlfriend because i keep thinking of you. it’s so unfair.”

you wanted to laugh too. unfair? how does he get to talk about unfair when he’d been the one to create this mess for the two of you? how dare he talk about being unfair when he’s the one who’s with another girl? this is unfair. it’s unfair to you. he doesn’t deserve to talk about it being unfair.

the night he left you in your hotel room on your twenty first birthday, you’d called his name again and again like a child. you hoped by some magical thing that he’ll appear. you were desperate.

“you shouldn’t have come back,” he says. “not yet. we both weren’t ready.”

you wipe the tears falling to your cheeks. “and when will that happen? when will we be ready? maybe it’s time to accept that it isn’t us.”

you heard him let out a shaky breath. “don’t say that. don’t say it.”

“i’m so tired of waiting. if it wasn’t us then and it isn’t us now, why do we still believe that it’s us someday?”

“ask me to stay,” he whispers. “ask me to stay and i will. ask me to drop her and i will. i will drop everything if you ask me to.”

you cry, pulling your knees against your chest. “goodbye, dan.”

struggled through the night with someone new

the next time you see daniel again, you invited him. you’re twenty five, it’s two thousand and twenty two, you’re engaged and you’d gotten arrogant.

you met your fiance, james, in university. you’re in the same program and the same friend group though you never paid much attention to him. for the most part, you never really paid much attention to anyone. six months later and he asked you on a date, one you’d declined without a second thought. it didn’t matter how many guys asked you out, you always declined, daniel in the back of your mind always reminding you of what you’re truly waiting for.

but james never treated you any differently. he never made it awkward and never put you on the spot. for the most part, you both acted like it never happened. but you applied to the same doctorate program and coincidentally ended up in apartments right next to each other. he was a comfort, a friend you already knew that you could rely on. he never made anymore advances towards you but it was inevitable to grow closer.

he’s stability and curiosity. he never once pulled back whenever you touched him or apologized for liking you. it was a breath of fresh air – to be admired so freely. you did your thesis together, hands tightly clamped together as you defended it.

you were the one to ask james out on a date, knowing he wouldn’t again in fear of making you uncomfortable. and after leaning on each other as friends for so long, transitioning to become lovers was so easy, you didn’t have to worry what anyone would say or think of you. you didn’t have to worry what your family would think. everything was easy with him.

james was so different from the type of love you were used to. you could love him without guilt, without pain and longing. you could love him simply, easily. you didn’t need to ask him to love you back, didn’t need to wonder if he’d still love you tomorrow. it was so easy being with him and you’d gotten lazy. waiting and hurting and crying for daniel was exhausting.

you wanted a love you didn’t have to fight for.

you’ve convinced yourself that you no longer felt anything for daniel, gaslighting yourself into believing that you’d close that chapter and left it in the past. you can move on now. there was no need for you constantly being miserable and lonely waiting for him to be ready.

and yet here you were, your fiance’s arm around you as you stare at the front door. you shouldn’t have invited him. there was no reason for you to do so but you wanted to prove yourself. you wanted to prove to yourself that he no longer affected you. daniel is in the past and you’ve told yourself repeatedly that you’ve let him go but now you wanted to show yourself that you have.

if you’re lucky, maybe he wouldn’t attend at all.

“are you okay, love?” james whispered against your ear, having noticed your stiff posture. you spent weeks planning your engagement party, stressing over the smallest details but now you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself.

you loved this about him – the way he’s able to read you like an open book. james knows there was someone before him – someone who’d left you broken and torn apart. he just didn’t know that person would be attending today.

you nod, taking a sip from the champagne glass you’d been holding as an excuse to stop your hands from fidgeting. “just a bit nervous from the crowd.”

“don’t worry too much. it’s just friends and family.” he gives you an assuring smile, accepting your reasoning as he pulls you closer towards him to try and comfort you.

you’re an idiot, the biggest one there is. max told you himself after you told him that you sent the invite to daniel. you’re a massive idiot and you’re in denial and you set your own trap, tempting yourself when there was no need to and now you were going to hurt james because the moment daniel entered the room, your breath was knocked out of you, heart beating furiously as though it recognized him.

it was daniel. how can you be so stupid?

his eyes meets yours and you missed the way those eyes of brown settle on your skin, grazing as though his soul was touching yours. but they’re sad this time – sad and exhausted and defeated and you can practically hear the way your heart shatters. it was daniel. it has always been daniel. it will always be daniel. how stupid were you to think otherwise? how stupid were you to believe you could ever forgot the way your heart and soul roars back to life the moment he enters the room.

you’ll break james’ heart, you’re breaking your own and you’ve broken his.

the entire time, you and james had stood before the door, greeting all of your guests and showing them where they can wait. you absolutely had no plans to greet daniel. it was bad enough that he was here, but james, sweet sweet james, who had no idea what he was doing dragging you towards the formula one driver, hadn’t gotten the memo.

he didn’t know that having daniel’s eyes on you so close would set wildfires in your stomach and he didn’t know how exhausting and difficult it was to contain those wildfires. he didn’t know that he was burning himself as he all but dragged you in front of him.

“hey,” your fiance says cluelessly. “daniel ricciardo!”

daniel is looking at you and you feel frozen under his gaze. it’s heavy. he makes you feel heavy, like you were cheating on james simply by looking at you. you feel nauseous but with guilt eating up at every cell in your stomach. but you shouldn’t feel guilty. he had no right to make you feel guilty for moving on. he moved on. last you him, he had a girlfriend. why aren’t you allowed to do the same? why can’t you go on with your life and build a future with a nice man that isn’t him?

“i’m a big fan,” james says cheerfully, offering his hand for daniel to shake and forcing him to tear his gaze away from you.

daniel forces a smile to his face, moving to shake his hand and you know this is the part where you’re supposed to introduce him. daniel is your guest after all and so you clear your throat, hoping your smile isn’t as stiff as you feel like it is.

“james, this is my friend daniel. daniel, my fiance james.” you manage to let out, gripping your champagne glass to avoid having to touch either of them the same way you avoid the way daniel’s eyes hardened when the word fiance tumbled from your lips.

“it’s really nice to meet you, mate,” james says with a massive smile. god he’s so nice and sweet and you hate what you’re doing to him.

daniel says nothing, only smiling and you end this entire interaction the moment you get a chance to. pointing at the snacks table, you turned to him. “there’s food over there and max is around here somewhere. nice seeing you again, daniel.”

you were lying through your goddamn teeth. thankfully, he seems to have taken the hint, walking away without saying another word.

the entire night, you feel his eyes on you. even as james makes his speech declaring his love for you, daniel stares at you with hooded eyes. he looks pissed and sad at the same time and you wanted to scream. stop looking at me! you couldn’t take anymore of this. he’s looking at you as though you’re under a microscope – staring into your soul like he could reach you there.

you’re an idiot and now that he’s in the same room as you are, the illusion has left you. you’re not over daniel because you can never be over him. he’s engraved in your soul, his fingerprints all over your heart. he was, and still is, the sun that made your universe turn. you’re choking and you needed to get away lest you burst.

daniel is overwhelming. he’s terrifying and addicting and you hate him but you’re madly in love with him. and worse of all, you’ll spend the rest of your life being in love with him. you’ll spend the rest of your life wanting him and hurting for him and and longing for him and that’s a goddamn fucking tragedy.

you manage to get through the party, practically dissociating yourself. eventually the guests leave one by one, only your family and closest friends left. you sit on the foyer with max, the dutchman watching you drink champagne straight out of the bottle.

“you shouldn’t have invited him,” he tells you quietly. “you were fucking yourself over.”

you roll your eyes. you stare inside the house where daniel is talking to your father. your dad offered his home for your engagement party. you know he likes james. your mother too and your little siblings can’t get enough of him. that fact almost makes you want to throw up.

“i thought i was over him,” you say.

it’s max’s turn to roll his eyes. “you’re just a good liar. you’ll never be over daniel and he’ll never be over you. even i know that.”

you glared at him. you already know what he’s telling you and quite frankly, you had no desire to hear it again. “i hate you.”

“neither you nor dan would survive this long without me.” max laughed and you threw the throw pillow at him.

not that he’s lying. you met max the same time you did daniel and you clicked immediately. he knows everything, comforted you many times as you pined over dan. he’s your best friend and he’s also daniel’s best friend. he knows more than anyone how deep the connection you two shared.

“go home already,” you tell him. you’re tired and slightly drunk and you just want to go to bed now. “and make sure you take him with you.”

max laughed at the way you said him like it’s a bad taste on your tongue but did as you said anyways.

that night, you laid on the bed you and james shared, you couldn’t sleep. he’s fast asleep next to you, his arm over your stomach as you lay wide awake. you shouldn’t have invited him because now he’s turned your world upside down again. everything you’ve built for yourself was gone the moment his eyes met yours. he’s a plague, sucking all the happiness out of you.

eventually though, the restless night was about to get worse as you picked up your phone, scrolling through your contacts till you found his name. you stared at it for a while, knowing that you shouldn’t but you’re rattled and your self control is at an all time low. you shouldn’t have been trusted to make any types of decisions.

you come back to what you need

daniel was waiting for you when you parked your car outside his apartment building, hand gripping his phone as he watched you step out of the vehicle. four years since he first let you go and one year since he last saw you and you look as beautiful as you ever were.

he shouldn’t have told you to come but he’s so exhausted from staying away, from waiting for the right time. there will never be a right time and tonight, he’s done holding back. he wants you, he always has and he no longer has the energy to stop himself from wanting you.

“i shouldn’t be here,” was the first thing you said as he opened the door for you.

a lazy, almost mocking smile covered his lips. “and yet here you are.”

you glared at him but daniel’s heart was soaring. it’s been so long since you were this close. he can smell the perfume that followed you and the scent of your shampoo. he’s so so tired, he just wanted to hold you.

he’s going to make this as hard as possible, you realize. you’re no longer a child, he doesn’t need to play nice and easy with you anymore. you’re a woman now and he’s going to treat you like one. but you just need to get over this. you need closure. you need to put him in the past where he truly belongs so you can go about your life. you need him out of your system.

daniel may be everything you wanted but it’s time to accept that he’ll never be what you need.

“why did you come?” you asked, wanting to get this over with as quickly as you can. three years pining for him in red bull and four years of longing for him and everything leads you here.

daniel cocked an eyebrow. he’s done with playing nice. “you invited me.”

okay, you walked right into that one. “you still shouldn’t have come.”

daniel wanted to laugh. “i guess we both like doing shit that we shouldn’t do. now the question is, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

“i’m getting married, daniel,” you whispered. “we need to accept that it isn’t us.”

“i thought you did that in abu dhabi.”

he’s being an asshole. “you’re the one who told me to leave. you don’t get to be mad that i’m moving on.”

“you’re not moving on,” he laughed, leaning against the wall.

you glared at him. “yes, i am. i’m getting married!”

he looked at you as though you said something hilarious and you wanted to punch him in the face for it. “and yet you’re here.”

“for closure.”

he stepped towards you and you found yourself holding your breath. from this close, you can see the freckles on your cheeks, the ones you used to spend all your time trying to memorize. the curve of his plump lips and the intensity in his eyes. and when he touched, it felt like the first drop of rain after a million years of dessert. his hand perfectly fitted on your hips, warm and so achingly familiar.

his hand snaked from your hip to your legs, finger light on your skin as he ever so slightly tugged at your shorts. you need to pull away but your body needs him closer. you want him. you want him to get closer. you want him to touch you more, to feel his skin against yours. you can have every single inch of his body pressed against yours and you’d still begged to get closer.

his lips graze your cheek before it reaches your ear, even breathes in contrast to your desperately shaky ones. “is that really what you want, baby?”

with every ounce of sanity you have left, you forced yourself to nod and you can feel the way his lips formed into a mocking smile against your cheek.

“really?” he mocked. “then why are you clutching my shirt like you want more?”

you hadn’t even realized the way your fist is holding on to his shirt, pulling him closer towards you like you’re terrified he’d disappear right between your fingertips.

“fuck,” you muttered, the heat of his skin against yours dizzying. james is nowhere near your mind as your hand slips under his shirt, self control flying out the window as you feel the curves of his abs. you want him. you’ve always wanted him so desperately that you’re willing to go to hell for it. “fuck me.”

he kissed you then, fire in his lips as it finally finally touched yours. this is all you’ve ever asked for and it’s worth the damnation you’d be paying in return. you pull him impossibly closer, going on your tiptoes. you need to get closer. closer, closer, closer.

like an addicted chainsmoker to cigarettes, you can’t get enough of his kiss. you want to inhale the fumes of his breath, of him, deep into your lungs. he tugs at your shirt and you pull away enough for him to get it off.

you grunt in complaint when he pulled away from you, only to swallow it back as his lips attached to the skin of your chest, licking and nibbling as it slowly made it way down.

“oh,” you breathe out as he lips attached to your breast, your fingers tugging at his curls as his tongue circled your nipple.

you should have stopped him the moment his hand unbuttoned your shorts but as he bent you over and his hand slipped between your folds and he trapped your moans with his mouth, you were far too gone. god be damned, morality be damned. you’d crawl through hell for this.

but eventually, reality comes knocking and morning comes and your bliss ends. you woke up from your phone ringing, cocooned in daniel’s arms.

“don’t answer it,” he mutters but sleepily, you grab your phone from the nightstand, seeing james’ name on your screen.

and that snaps you out of it, being reminded of what happened the night before and what you did and you all but jumped out of his arms as though his touch burned you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mutter under your breath as you hurriedly put on your clothes, daniel watching you still naked from his place on the bed. you turned to him, “this never happened.”

you watched as anger slowly filled his eyes. “are you being serious right now?”

“i’m getting married, daniel!” you’re panicking now, screaming as your phone rings again.

“then why the fuck were you knocking on my door at two in the morning?”

you ignore him, gathering your things. “it was a mistake.”

he’s glaring at you now, looking like he wanted to start screaming. but he remains silent, only glaring as you gather your things and put on your clothes.

you look at him again, apologies and sorrow in your eyes. “i’m sorry but this isn’t me. this can’t be me.”

and then you left, not allowing yourself to look back as you ran to your car. maybe in a parallel universe or a different world, you sit next to each other at the kitchen table and go over the grocery list, but for all the universes and worlds there are, this one was not enough, not for now and not for you and daniel.

when you finally arrive home, your father is in the kitchen, eyeing you up as you walk past him. “where were you? james was looking for you.”

you grimace. there’s a knowing look in christian’s eyes as though whatever you reason he already knows will be a lie. and unfortunately, he’d be right. “i was out with friends.”

“at seven in the morning?” he narrowed his eyes and you hated his timing. of all times, did he have to question you now?

“breakfast.”

you all but run to your room before he can question you further, thanking all the gods that james isn’t there. for a moment, you stood stunned, reeling from the past twenty four hours as the guilt settles in your chest. you need to get as far away from daniel as you possibly can. you can’t be the type of woman who cheats on her fiance. you refuse to be. you refuse to break a good man’s heart like that.

and yet as you finally calm down enough to try and fix yourself, your phone buzzes, his name appearing on your screen saying he sent you a text message.

daniel i’ve loved you in every way i can. i loved you selfishly and so i tried loving you distantly, i tried loving you selflessly, i tried loving you correctly but i just want to love you now. if i could do it all over again, i would love you better but i can’t love you more than i do now.

this love came back to me

the wind is chilly as you step foot in hungary and the dress you wore is definitely not meant for it but still, you persevere, finding your way to the red bull motorhome and greeting your father. the last time you attended a grand prix was abu dhabi 2021 and yet it still feels like home.

“there’s my biggest fan!” max cheered the moment he saw you, immediately wrapping his arms around you. he hasn’t seen you for nearly a year and he missed his best friend. to be fair, no one has seen you for nearly a year, disappearing from the face of the earth after your failed engagement.

after the night of your engagement party, the guilt ate you alive as you realized that you were exactly the kind of girl you didn’t want to be and so you came clean to james. he screamed and cried and said you could work it out but you were exhausted from lying to yourself. as long as there was daniel, you can never be happy with anyone else and no man deserve to be someone you simply settled with.

you realized then that you’d lost yourself. you don’t know who you are, don’t know who you’ve become and so you left everything you know, ignoring everyone’s calls as you attempt to find yourself.

“actually, i’m supporting ferrari,” you joke once max finally lets you go.

“i’ll disown you!” your father screamed from across the garage, making you and max laugh.

“have you seen him?” max asked, whispering as though he’s telling you a secret.

you shake your head. coincidentally enough, or ironically, the first gp you attend in a while, daniel is announced to race in. and max, quite frankly, is far too excited for the two of you to see each other again. he’s had enough watching you both be stupid.

after catching up with max and the mechanics you still know, you find yourself in a cafe with your father, talking about everything and nothing at all. christian watched your every move and you can see the worry in his eyes. he’s part of the people you ran from and you know that it was a cruel thing to do to your father.

and then he was there and you’re all too familiar with the feeling of your world freezing the moment your eyes meet. he looks better, happier and you’re sure you look different too, hopefully more grown.

“you’re here,” he says, unbelieving.

you smile, genuine and free this time. “i’m here.”

and this time around, you were both tired of fighting it. it’s him. it’s always been him. there was no point denying it. he’s the only person you’ll ever want. you are totally and irrevocably in love with him – the kind of love that’s so intense it feels like an explosion of fireworks throughout your whole body. the love that leaves you sleepless but exhilarated, speechless but poetic, lost but exactly where you're meant to be.

and in that moment, your lives flashed before your eyes – marriage, children, growing old together.

daniel ricciardo is the defining moment, the collision of stars that slammed into you so hard it tore your heart in pieces and only he can put it back together again.

he smiles at you and you smile back.

hello, love, welcome home.

and finally, finally, it felt like the world isn’t burning anymore.

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tojisun · 6 months

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Toxic biker Simon could text “u up” at like 2 am on a Sunday and I’d be like yes SIR 🫡 your works are amazing 🥰🥰

MY GOODNESS HWKDJEJ THIS GOT ME HOWLINGGG but no yea im actually so pumped at seeing yalls reaction to toxic biker!simon drabble!! like this is making me immensely giddy and a lil worried but also thats hypocritical of me bc i too would so do this :’>

and thank you sooo much omg <333!!!

i rambled and this is kinda dark so tw!!

totally didnt mean to spiral but toxic biker simon def guilt trips you into leaving any function for him ://

you’re out with your girlfriends? simon messages you that he’s outside of your dorms right now because he misses you, and that it’d be amazing if you can invite him up. you message back saying you’re not even there then he goes, “that’s fine, i’ll wait.” and of fucking course you don’t wanna make anyone wait outside at ten in the fucking evening, especially when the weather is tipping into negatives, so you begrudgingly say goodbyes to your friends and trudge back to your dorms. simon greets you with a nod, his greedy hand grabbing a fistful of your ass and you try to be annoyed at him but you both know that you can’t wait to touch him. well, your travel back home ends up running longer than simon’s visit—he came by for a ‘quickie,’ him rutting his cock along your pussy literally just by your dorm room door. then he comes in your panties, kisses you breathless, then he’s off. you are still panting and debauched when simon snatches his helmet and walks out of your room, leaving you heaving as you press yourself onto the wall, trying not to sob.

or imagine when you’re with your parents? simon’s invited because of fucking course he is. your dad adores the man, talking about how simon and him are like brothers—which, gross. and simon, for once, doesn’t bring a date and that’s only because he’s turned to teasing you as the dinner goes on. he’s sitting beside you at the dinner table, just in front of your parents, pretending to listen to whatever they’re talking about as though his warm palm isn’t sliding along your thigh, teasing higher and higher until his fingers toy with the hems of your skirt. when simon does slip his hand underneath your skirt to cup your damp pussy, you jolt, your utensils slipping from your hands and clattering onto the table. your mother frowns in worry but you tell her that you’re just jumpy tonight because of your looming deadlines and simon, the fucking culprit, just laughs and goes, “well aren’t you such a studious girl?” and he smiles down at you like he is oh-so fucking proud, all the while his hand teases your clit and slit once more before pulling his hand away as though he’s done nothing. later, when dinner is over and simon had returned to ignoring you, you try to drag him towards the guest washroom just to finish what he started but simon just pinches his lips, shakes you off of him, and then bids you all a good night before leaving. you stand by the door, nails digging into your palms as you ball your fists in your heartbreak, listening to the rev of his bike in the garage until it fades into nothing—a sign that he’s truly left.

or think about when you finally get a date? someone who’s close to your age and who you see everyday—a classmate or a coworker perhaps—and who adores you the way you should be. all of a sudden, simon’s back in your life. all of sudden he’s affectionate, he’s loving, he’s gentle. all of a sudden he’s promising you things and buying you gifts and offering to drive you on his bike.

(…and god you are so weak so you turn down your classmate or coworker for simon.)

CHUCKS THIS WORD VOMIT TO YALL N RUNS AWAY

#suns.hc #biker!simon #dbf!ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #anon #ask #suns

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spideysbruh · 3 months

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be with me

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y/n it ain't a fun day at work if im not covered in blood !!!!

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screamyn so excited that she's gonna be in another movie with timothee !! we were all begging for itttt

tchalamet how do you still look so beautiful 😍

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laurieslaurence HIS COMMENTTTT 🥺🥺

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tchalamet Je suis amoureux

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lauriexamy PARENTSSSS

y/n 🥺🥺🥺 I love you

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paulsarrakis I'll translate- 'I am in love'

scrubscrubtimmy CRYINGGG AWWWW

illiteratewonka I need a girlfriend before I kms

@yn tweeted- HAVE YOU GOT A SWEET TOOTH ?!!!??? 🗣🗣🗣

@ynsgirlfriend replied- LMAOOO is that your fave wonka song 🤔

@yn replied to @ynsgirlfriend- it is soo good and catchy but I think i would be deemed a bad girlfriend if i said one without timmy... so no! 'for a moment' is my fave!!!!

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@realchalamet replied- good choice, baby 😊😊🩷🩷🫶🫶🫶

@wonkastim replied to @realchalamet- HELPPP LMAOOO

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y/n handsy man !!!

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tchalamet can you blame me 🙄

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wonkaswhore BROOOOOOO I GASPED OMG

ynsflorals im loving her happy and in love era

addisonraee y/nnnn I love you

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y/n I played your ep for timmy, he's been singing IVE GOT NOTHING ON BUT THE RADIO for days help

tchalamet okay let's not stretch the truth here ... it's been one and a half days

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tchalamet be with me. out june 7th!!!!!!! made another movie with the love of my life. im really proud of this one.

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y/n and I'll watch.

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saysoyn girl you're literally in it too !!

littletimmy the laurie reference 😭😭 I bet she says it all the time to him.

floralyn IT LOOKS SO FUCKING GOODDDD

timmylaurie I CANT WAITTTT

timotheepaul it seems so romantic omg

rachelzegler ILL BE SEATED DAY ONEEE AHHH

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y/n June 7th!!! our second film together, we fell in love during the first one, what will this one bring?

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giddyyn can't wait for the press tour omg

motivatedyn YESSS IVE BEEN WAITING SINCE YALL WERE ANNOUNCED AS THE LEADS

fluorescentyns I wonder if they got cast BECAUSE they're together 🤔🤔

tchalamet why did you get better pics to post than I did 😔

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y/n I like your pics 🫶

blankspaceyn marriage ???🤔🤔🤔

tsgf or a breakup 😁

ynslipgloss okay you're weird.

y/n just posted a story!

caption- June 7th 🤭🤭

@popcrave just tweeted- some newly released behind the scenes photos of @y/n and @realchalamet on the set of their upcoming film 'Be With Me'

@hometoyn replied- in the video it seems like they rly had a lot of fun together 😭🫶🫶🫶🫶

@honeymoonyn replied- THEY ARE SO DAMN CUTE OH MY GODDDD

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@y/n just tweeted- COUPLES QUIZ WITH GQ OUT NOWWWW 🫶🫶🫶

@ynscurtains replied- yall are so cute oh my worddd

@goldenyn replied- the way timothee looks at you 🥺🥺

@leextimothee replied- y/n is so goofy she's perfect for timmy fr

@modernyn replied- i love how both of their personalities rubbed off on each other 🫶

@popcrave just tweeted- Timothée Chalamet and Y/n L/n seen getting close while filling their car up with gas.

@ynsfluffysocks replied- they're so real. I would never stop kissing y/n either no matter what.

@medalliayn replied- "getting close" 💀💀😭😭

@fuxkyn replied- getting close or rounding third??

@celebgossi just tweeted- Y/n L/n and Timothee Chalamet at the 'Be With Me' premiere after party.

@sweettoothyn replied- im gonna just join someone else's relationship fr

@timmyxyn replied- ooo yk they're high asl 💀💀💀

@leemarenss replied- watching the movie tmrw I'm so excitedddd

@fuxkyn replied to @leemarenss- it's not that good tbh, timmy carries

@leemarenss replied to @fuxkyn- yeah... you have a weird one sided aggression towards y/n I ain't gonna trust your opinion 💀💀

@wonkastim replied to @fuxkyn- 100 percent on rotten tomatoes so far... letterboxd avg is so high, you're a hater fr !! he ain't gonna date you sweetie!!!

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tchalamet making this movie with my favorite person ever was the best experience in the world. everybody worked incredibly hard on it and it's now out for you all to see. I hope you'll watch and enjoy.

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y/n !!!!!!!

ynslipgloss IT WAS SO GOODDDDDD you guys are amazing

reguluschal yall are like a younger ryan gosling and eva mendes fr

florencepugh you guys absolutely smashed it!!! love you both🫶🫶🫶😍😍😍

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y/n I LOVE YOU I MISS YOU FLO

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y/n Be With Me out nowwww !!! I hope you enjoy it as much as we loved making it.

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tchalamet my girl is a movie star 🥺🫶🫶🫶

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ynstan JUST GOT OUT OF THE THEATRE WHY DID YALL DEVOURRRRR

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ipanemagirlsworld · 3 months

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My Theo Head-canons

please keep in mind that these are MY head-canons and you do not have to agree with any of these but please also do not send hate!

I think Theo is an absolute touching FEEN! i am 110% sure his love language is physical touch, in any moment he has to be touching you- whether that is holding hands, putting your leg over his, putting his arm around you while your sitting or walking. he definitely will kiss you constantly in any place and just observes you

Based on my opinion i think he definitely has abandonment issues and would always try to make sure you wouldn’t leave him too

A lot of people think he gives “no bitches vibes” but i think the opposite- i think this man is DROWNING in bitches but doesn’t care because he needs to find the right girl

he’s 100% such a flirt and makes everyone blush

i know it’s a little weird but i think he’s such a pretty crier (based on my hushand Lorenzo ofc)

he would definitely protect you anywhere you went because this man knows how to fight.

he definitely hates his dad but whenever people would talk bad about him they are literally dead and bloody by the end of the sentence

he would act like it wasn’t that big of a deal that you baked/ did something for him but he would definitely be crimson red and so happy

he would defend your name NO MATTER who is around

he is definitely jealous but not in a insecure way but more of like a “stay away from my wife” way

he would carve y’all’s initials on his lighter

he would 100% write letters to you telling you how proud he is of you

he would spoil the living shit out of you (after all the man is absolutely loaded)

this man knows how to sway any woman off their feet.

thanks sm for reading all of this guys! pls lmk if yall want more because i got a lot more.

I also am thinking of writing a wattpad book about him! or maybe like small stories! lmk if yall would be interested

song i was listening to while writing

#theodore nott #lorenzo zurzolo #slytherin #slytherin boys #lorenzo berkshire #mattheo riddle #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #harry potter #Spotify

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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⊹˚.⋆ MAFIA BOSS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS - TOJI FUSHIGURO

⋆ flora's notes : okay so i am half dead and i can't answer dms and messages in my inbox just yet, I am so so tired these days it's midterm week... but this took 10 minutes to write cuz it's literally the scenarios i have before I sleep- plz forgive me 4 my inactivity school is kicking my a$$

⋆ thank you : for being so patient, interactive and supportive with me. your daily messages, dms, reblogs and comments mean so much. I can't thank you enough 4 the continuous support even though I'm not as active as I used to (*coughs* school)

⋆ female, gn, male reader friendly AND THIS IS IS PURE TOJI FLUFF, it doesn't hurt in those kinktober times (i admire yall who are able to post a full ass fic every single day it must be so tiring)

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed !

℘. mafiaboss!toji lets you into his office whenever you want. he has an office in your estate, where he has "safe meetings" and you can come in at all times. you will never interrupt his meeting, it's his meeting interrupting your moment.

℘. mafiaboss!toji shoos away his visitors so he can listen to your hassles and every thought. he will put you on his lap and gently stroke your temples to soothe your worries away.

℘. mafiaboss!toji makes time for you. you want to go shopping ? he's giving you his card and full attention. there's this new ice cream shop you want to try out ? someone else can host his meeting, he's going out. perks of being the boss, he can delegate. he lets others do his job if it means he gets to make you happy.

℘. mafiaboss!toji likes having you sleep on top of him, your legs around his hips, your head in the crook of his neck and his hand on top of your hair. he holds you close to him, he wants to protect you.

℘. mafiaboss!toji 's second fav sleeping position is spooning. obviously, he's the big spoon and he simply will not allow you to sleep on the door's side, just in case... his hold around your waist is always a bit tight, but it reassures him to have your skin against his

℘. mafiaboss!toji will not let someone else drive you around. he knows he got lucky with his partner and doesn't want to risk you being uncomfortable because of another man hitting on you. especially in a confined space like a car, you would be unable to escape. he will personally insist on taking you to and from work, that way he's sure you're safe.

℘. mafiaboss!toji won't ever tell you that he mostly wants to drive you because he wants to hear how your day went. he loves listening to you complain about your boss, being proud of yourself for getting that one deal you wanted, finishing the paperwork that was annoying you all week...

℘. mafiaboss!toji moves heaven and earth to get you the opportunities you want. he's extremely proud of you for working so hard every day to have your dream job and he won't let someone else take your place. he will have a word with the CEO, always in a respectful way. he's an influential man, he doesn't need to threaten.

℘. mafiaboss!toji spoils you. obviously ??? all of his incomes go straight into gifts for you. getaway weekend to your dream destination, luxury goods, fancy attire and nightgowns, makeup products, shoes EVERYTHING YOU WANT, YOU GET.

℘. mafiaboss!toji owns a building in which his mob mates live and work. but he has an entire floor for your penthouse. it's at the top of the building, with huge windows and gigantic rooms. and of course, luxury appliances and furniture.

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tonystarksproperty · 2 years

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Hi Milo! would you please write Yandere Khal Drogo x pregnant wife reader? with smut? and that the reader loves it a little as if she had Stockholm syndrome? I am completely in love with my Khal :D thank you very much in advance :))

ps: i love your work it's just amazing <333

ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ, ᴀ ᴋʜᴀʟᴇꜱꜱɪ | ᴋ. ᴅʀᴏɢᴏ

yall are so nice omgg :}

this man has me on a chokehold literally

disclaimer: italics indicate dothraki language & female reader

warnings: yandere theme, dubcon sex, breeding kink, mentions of betrothal, possessiveness, noncon relationships, 18+ content.

One thing about this man right here, he doesn't care. Yes, your belly is swollen with one child. Never to late for another? He is a good fuck: its in his blood, his veins, his pride. You will never find another man like him to satisfy you. Your body will never fully be satisfied unless it is him.

However, Drogo is no fool though, he knew you were going to anything in your power to prevent the pregnancy: beg Viserys to kill you? It was such a good act, he must say. You had requested him to threaten you with the blade during the feast so maybe, just maybe: it could all be over with. But Drogo remained calm during the performance because he was well aware of your misery with him. He enjoyed it though, savored you until his heart content. He doesn't give a horse's ass if you don't like your new life. It is what was born for you to do, to breed.

You better pray because you never leave the tent nor lift a finger; the maidens of the tribe live to serve their khalessi. Drogo is the type of lover person to not feel sympathy to others no matter how bad the grief may be. Not really connected with his feelings, just his desires.

You stood up upon his arrival in the tent, no matter how weak or sore your body ache. You were trained to always greet the khal with exact and focus attention. He just walks in while throwing his weapon on the side of him and onto the floor. His dark eyes hadn't left your gaze. He approached you with his heavy footsteps, as his hands coated with one’s blood that was not his own, examining your facial features; observing to see that he had returned to you just had he left you: stable.

He had done this various times but it was a habit to see if anyone would harm the stallion that will mount the world. You were wearing an upper-waist dress with an floral palette and flowiness, the dress dropped to your ankles that hid your recently massaged feet. His hands were on your sore stomach and with a few rubs of gentleness from him: you inhale deeply due to the pain being at ease with his rubbing.

You open your eyes softly as his blood-coated hand print had been on the see-through dress. He cups your cheeks, bringing your face closer to his while examining you once again. He was worried to know if anyone had attacked you, his khalessi. You noticed this because you could see the worry on his stoic face: even if he managed to hide it so well. You grab his rough hand and gently caress his palm, despite the blood that was abusing your nostrils. Drogo noticed your gentleness to him, no matter how bad he treated you in your terms.

He leaned over to and kissed you, which you melted into because you were far to used to kissing Drogo. You had accepted Drogo, and his traditional and somewhat beneficial ways with you. You had no choice. His body weight increased as he was almost falling on you but he had placed you on the clothed rags that you both rested upon day and night. You push him away with all of your strength, feeling a bit more weaker by the second due to your sore belly weighing you down.

You were soon pushed down in a meer manner. You gently caresses your sore belly, Drogo noticed how your body couldn't handle his genetics obviously due to the pain you were enduring. You looked so full, so round. So very plumply. He was mentally smiling, it made him feel proud that your tiny body compared to his was so enjoyably weak. "May we just take this moon to rest?" You attempt to reason with him, you both were fucking non-stop every-night and you were already carrying one, you couldn't handle anymore right now. He shakes his head no. You already knew he was going to reply in that manner.

The traditional dothraki love language will forever be questioned and as much as you didn't feel like it: it was always coming. He had pushed you rather gently this time onto the horse fur and cotton rags that was used to make a makeshift bed. You flopped due to your strength decreasing each second with your stomach. He took the chance to lay himself next to you, as his clothes discarded with yours.

You give a sensual moan at the loss of discomfort your sore body had posses with the clothes that were tight around you. Drogo enjoyed you in clothes that were tightly on you, showing your curves but in your current state, he wanted everyone in his tribe to be well aware that you are already claimed for the stallions that will mount the world. It was usual for the dothraki to become possessive over their beloved, you were far to used to it though.

You allowed his large, calloused hands roam over your body, not even having a say in the first place to be in-fact. You were about to protest, hoping you can take this night to just relax and ease yourself but Drogo had no relief in a few cycles. The healer of the tribe, that is rarely around had told Drogo that sex could harm the baby's life especially your body compared to his size.

He was well aware that his girth was large and did expected the outcome of no sex but that couldn't stop him and his animalistic urges that refused to go away. Before he had walked into the tent, he had mentally prayed to the old wise great stallion to bless your growing child lives under its guidance and blessings.

Perhaps, he should consider what the healer said but his urges had been getting through his head. And he cannot blame them. You were in your glory, laying down with your legs closed together as you turned your body to the side to rest, but Drogo had grew impatient due to the slightest of movements had allowed his cock become erected with pre.

It wasn't him getting excited, he doesn’t believe in such a happy emotion. It was his soul reacting to yours. He had took the chance to come up behind you, laying you down in his grasp as your body still turned. He refuses for you to be on your stomach, even though that was the traditional way to give pleasure in the dothrakian heritage, taking you from behind. You hadn't noticed how his large hands were on your swollen belly as he pushed you gently onto the rags that made your bed.

You arched your back at the sudden pleasure you were receiving as Drogo’s hands moved down to your bare abdomen and soon your pussy. You squinted your eyes as you bit your lip in anticipation as his fingers played with the outer-lips of your bare pussy. You weren't able to look at him. He had laid you down on your side where your back had been facing him.

You quivered as his other calloused hand rubbed your sore, bare back. You whimpered softly while his lips connected to your neck yet again. You were looking down because your body had been so sore from his genetics. He took this opportunity to enter you. You shot up instantly with small pleas for mercy to his force. "Drogo, please! I am with child!" You say in hope for him to calm down as his thrusts increasingly become sloppy.

Drogo snicked indistinctly. You truly had been afraid, never hearing Drogo laugh, cry or lose his cool and upon your arrival to the horselords: you would always find them intimidating, but none as intimidating as Drogo.

His large hands meet your hips, gripping your flesh roughly before bringing your body closer onto his cock with a small grunt. You used your hands to support your body from falling down but the pain was enduring enough. You were moaning as the slaps of both fleshes continued. You closed your eyes; allowing Drogo to continue, he was bound to. Consent meant nothing to him, to his pride. His grunts and groans described the relief he had been feeling as he ached for more of your touch.

Your body was uncontrollably relaxing. You felt yourself reach for your peak. His large cock within you had been so very pleasureful that tears of overstimulation coated your heavy eyes as you saw stars. "Please, I-" You blurt out as your climax was approached swiftly. He leans himself down to your ear. "Do it." Drogo orders while he puts himself into your neck to decrease his echoing groans.

You leaned your head back, while he gave one last powerful thrust and it allowed you to release your building orgasm. Drogo had gritted his teeth furiously while his hot semen was unloaded again. You gasped heavily while a thin layer of sweat coated your aching body.

He leans down to you and kisses your forehead while pulling out. "Rest, my khalessi." Drogo coo's sweetly as he wipes away your tears with his large pointing finger. You nodded in agreement before turning your body to the side where your back had been facing him as his rough hands gently caress your sore belly while you drift to slumber.

Drogo noticed you fell asleep more quicker that usual. He was actually glad you went to sleep as a small smile crept up to the curve of hips as he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder before playing with your knuckles as his other hand continuously rubbed your aching yet growing belly. He knew he wasn’t the best husband but he was glad you were giving into your role as his khalessi.

His khalessi.

credz to @/tonystarksproperty

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trolls-poppy-specialist · 3 months

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broppy kiss analysis (or, well, just me screaming into my laptop for an entire forty seconds straight while i mentally and physically replay this scene)

it has come people. it has come

watch me quote almost every line in that near 40-second clip

"so? how you feeling?" poppy gurl is just concerned for branch it's just RIDNGRSIHGNRSUIDGBEWGEOIWEWGFEHUI

and then branch just gives a whirlwind of feelings (HE OPENED UP HE OPENED UP HE OPENED UP WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THE FORESHADOWING IN THE BEGINNING), and he looks SO SMITTEN. dude just be like 'i wont hide the fact that im smitten with the queen of pop and the mount rageons will know it'

"whoa! tmi! boundaries, my man; that's a lot of feelings!" girl the hands up just won me over. and BRANCH MY MAN THE LOOK U GAVE HER I SWEAR IM GONNA ROLL OVER AND SOB AND SQUEAL. AND THE WAY SHE REFERS TO HIM AS 'MY MAN' WAAAHHHH AND THE LOOKS THEY'RE SHOOTING EACH OTHER OH MY GOSH

the laugh. the laugh. the laugh. DUDE SOUNDS SO HOPELESSLY IN LOVE, and tbh their voices mix really well, just that his laugh drags on longer

THE KISS (DONT MIND MY CAPS LOL). THE PART I��VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO. OH GOSH THE WAY SHE JUST PULLS HIS VEST AND BRINGS HIM CLOSE FOR THE KISS RIOGHRGSNIOFSIFANIODSANIODF AAAAAAAAAA. AND THE WAY HE LOOKS SO INTO IT LIKE I MEAN I PERSONALLY PERCEIVED IT AS A FIRST LIP KISS IF IT IS IM GONNA CRY AT HOW THEYRE SO IN SYNC (WOW BOYBAND PUN HERE)

AND POPPY LOOKS LIKE SHES SMILING IN THE KISS OH MY GUH-

NO WAIT BOTH OF THEM ARE

AND THEN HE HOLDS HER HANDS WAAAH IM SQUEALING EVEN HARDER NOW

ON THE MOUNT RAGEOUS SCREEN THEY LOOK LIKE THEY'RE SUBTLY SHIFTING AND THE MOUNT RAGEONS JUST CHEERING OH MY GOSH THEY SHIP BROPPY

THAT GIRL IN THE CENTRE WHOS JUST LIKE AWWW AND EVERYONE ELSE WHOS CLAPPING I HONOUR YALL

BRUCE AND CLAY FIST-BUMPING OR SOME SECRET HANDSHAKE AND SMILING AT THE TWO

AND JD AND FLOYD. FLOYD IS LITERALLY SHEDDING A TEAR (OF HAPPINESS? i don't know tbh) AND JD JUST PUTS HIS HAND ON HIS SHOULDER LIKE 'OKAY WE HAVE A COMMON TOPIC: BRANCH'S GIRLFRIEND'

GUYS BE PROUD BROZONE'S YOUNGEST MEMBER IS DATING THE QUEEN OF POP AND IS SHARING A KISS WITH HER ON SCREEN WITH EVERYONE WATCHING

AND THEY'RE ALL SMILING

RHONDA. OH, RHONDA. SHE JUST WENT WOOHOO AND LIKE MADE HER SOUND EVERYONE IS CELEBRATING

AND IN THAT SHOT BEFORE THEY PULL AWAY BRANCH IS SMILING AND POPPY IS IN DEEP AND WHEN THEY PULL AWAY IT'S JUST SO ADORABLE

anyways that's all for my rant

side note? branch looks cute with braids (he looks like some cute little girl). thank you viva for the wonderful hair-braiding skill :))

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cvsmixnaya · 1 year

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aot cast with an art student partner

pairings: various!aot x art student!reader

pronouns: none used but its gender neutral.

a/n: these are for my art babes out there. coming from an art student which is me‼️ i’ll do fashion next cause i’m into that too😋 enjoy this random ass headcanon. also the middle pic is my art hehe

eren

he’s more of a music guy but art and music go hand in hand and i’m here for it. hell he’ll even play tunes on his guitar while you’re working on art projects cause it’s so relaxing. if he’s not playing on the guitar he’ll play music on a speaker and just sit with you and watch you work. sometimes you two are fighting over what song to play it’s actually hilarious. you will want lana del rey and he will want post malone. yall take turns to play music but you both can agree on arctic monkeys. this guy won’t admit but he loves watching you do your art. he just loves how focused you look. overall he can be a jackass cause it’s eren but you two get along perfectly because like i said, music and art go hand in hand

armin

you guys just don’t understand how much i love this man OH MY GOD. he admires you and your artwork so so much he keeps complimenting you and you just look at him like ‘🥹’ ok idk if it’s just me but it’s always the art students or any kind of design student that has such good fashion and that’s what armin also loves so much about you. he loves all the different outfits you pull off he literally said “you are the definition of ‘wear the dress don’t let the dress wear you” like OMG???? KISS ME??? but this guy does not like it when you stay up late working on art projects and consuming a shit ton of caffeine. he forces you to go to bed and work on it the next day cause he cares about your health and you cannot stop him. He loves watching you work and if you needed anything while working he will get it for you. in general he’s such a cutie and a sweetheart and i love him sm and if anyone hurts him, it’s over for you

mikasa

i feel like she would be an art student too so she understands the work and stress that goes down in assignments and tests. occasionally you two would sit together and work on your assignments together but most of the time yall prefer doing it separately. it’s nothing personal but you two agreed that nothing would get done so it’s better to do your thing alone. mikasa honestly admires your creativity so much and is just so impressed by your talent. she’s just so proud of you she’ll be like “that’s my partner!!” but plzzz i beg you to compliment her art because it makes her so happy that you think she has potential when she really does :(( sometimes you sit at starbucks with her and go over some ideas and brainstorm together, showing rough ideas while drinking iced coffee

levi

he really loves the quietness in the room with some music playing through the speaker connected to your phone. it’s not anything loud or chaotic. mainly cigarettes after sex cause it’s giving levi so much. he tends to give some suggestions with your work on how it can be better and most of the time they’re actually helpful and you look at him with squinted eyes wondering if he’s secretly an art student. he likes you watch you work while he drinks his tea and you drink your iced coffee or redbull (i love redbull sm). at night however, oh god. you love art so much that you’re willing to stay up till 2 am drawing random things and it’s not even an assignment. this man is DRAGGING you to bed and your literally just fighting for your life to go back and finish that sketch but he makes you sleep and you get so pissed about it but fall asleep when your head hits the pillow😭

hange

they’re like armin but with some extra energy. they are genuinely so curious with what you work on and what kind of materials you use. if you’re working on a canvas they love seeing how well you use acrylic paints and mix them to make a new colour and they find it so aesthetically pleasing and they don’t know why. they just stare at you like a god/goddess with heart eyes. they love it so much they asked you to teach them basics. you of course said yes but poor hange just could not understand what was happening i feel so bad for them. you both came to the conclusion that hange was not made for art but they still admire it.

porco

this bastard literally teases you but you know he means well. he actually helps around a lot which shocks you. if you needed something, he will speed run to get whatever you need. let it be water, paint, tissue. whatever it is, he suddenly becomes a track star and gets what you need. even though he teases you, he loves what you do knowing damn well he can’t do it. he does tend to distract you though just so you can pay attention to him while you’re working and you just look at him like ‘boy wtf-’ but in the end, he’s so proud of you and he does love you. he just likes to make fun of you but dw he’s a sweetheart and doesn’t mean it. he just has ego issues PFFTT

live laugh love art😇‼️‼️

#mikasa x you #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #eren yeager x reader #mikasa x reader #hange zoe x reader #aot imagines #levi x reader #porco x reader #art #armin arlet x reader

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hauerhoetime · 2 years

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@hauerhoetime 👋 could you PLEASE some soft billy headcanons, like:

Cuddling

Patching him up after a fight

Surprising him by coming to a basketball game

Helping him after he has been flayed

AHHHH omg you are my first request and you do not understand how excited and grateful I am!! I told all my friends and have been thinking about it since I got it :) Thank you so much I truly appreciate it!! I do have to say though I really struggled with the helping him after he got flayed part so I didnt include headcanons for that I'm sorry :( but I hope you still enjoy the rest of it!!

Headcanons

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: wholesome headcanons of patching Billy up, cuddling with him, and surprising him at his basketball game :)

CUDDLING

- At the start of the relationship Billy would only be the big spoon because he felt like it made him seem stronger

- Later on however he loves being held.

- Tbh though I dont think hes a big fan of spooning in general I think hes more of a laying on top of you with his head on your chest/stomach with his arms wrapped around you kinda guy prove me wrong.

- Lives for your hands playing with his hair during cuddles. Will never ask for it or admit it but you can feel him literally melt into you the moment your fingers touch his scalp.

PATCHING HIM UP

- Ok I have a very specific idea for the first time you patch him up but that I can make a one shot later if yall want 👀👀 just gotta let me know.

- Anywho this man would just show up on your doorstep or outside your window with a black eye and a busted lip.

- He wont talk about it but he just wanted to be around you he doesn't even expect you to patch him up.

- The moment you take him in and pull him to the bathroom to clean his wounds he knows he loves you.

- He probably knew or at least had an inclination that he was falling in love before this moment but as he watches you fumble through the medicine cabinet trying to find something to help he knows that he doesn't want anything more than to spend his life with you.

- Youd sit him on the closed toilet seat and stand in between his legs. Your hand is carefully holding his cheek or grabbing his chin in order to hold him in place.

- His hands are on your hips or the back of your thighs the entire time.

- This fool has heart eyes looking up at you. Hes not smiling but he is looking at your eyes the entire time watching them run across his wounds trying to clean them as carefully as you could.

- After you finished patching him up hed throw a "thanks sweetheart" at you and kiss your forehead with less force than he normally would (mostly because he knew that if he made his lip bleed again youd scold him and he just wanted to be in your arms right now)

SHOWING UP AT HIS GAME

- Youd sneak through the door and sit in the middle of the stands.

- Once he was on the court youd yell out something like "You got this Billy!!" or even just a "Wooo Billy!!"

- He would whip his head towards the stands and the moment his eyes land on you he gets the biggest smile on his face.

- His smile stays for the rest of the game and after every point he scores he looks to you for your approval.

- In the stands you have a matching smile and occasionally you find yourself jumping up and down in celebration and pride.

- After the game you run down to the court and he watches you the entire time.

- Once you get close he opens his arms for you to run right in. He holds you close as you tell him just how proud you are.

- He thanks you for coming and hes just so happy to have a partner that comes to support him.

- Once hes showered and changed he takes you out to dinner. Nothing fancy just a quick dinner and after he drives you home.

- The entire time at dinner hes holding your hand and in the car he hes holding your hand in your lap.

#x reader #fanfic #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy harringrove #billy stranger things #stranger things #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove headcanon

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heavyhitterheaux · 10 months

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One Last Sleep

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

Liked by danivalentine, urbanwyatt, quiiso, claybornharlow, druski2funny, champagnepapi, dualipa, saweetie, and 5,294,846 others

y/ninsta and jackharlow: last sleep until we meet our babies earth side 💕

danivalentine: AHHHH I AM SO EXCITED!!!! urbanwyatt: my best friends in the entire world are about to become parents 😭(I mean they're already the parents of privategarden, but yall get it) saweetie: my bestie makes pregnancy look good! y/ninsta: saweetie I am literally a whale and I have to waddle everywhere, but go off sis lol saweetie: y/ninsta shut up and take the damn compliment smh danivalentine: three more people to love! 2forwoyne: I swear I'm not going to cry when we get to see them quiiso: 2forwoyne but how much you wanna bet urbanwyatt will? softtcurse: quiiso he may have already started lol druski2funny: how much do yall wanna bet that them triplets about to be bad as shit? lmaoooo jackharlow: druski2funny imma kick your ass for that smh y/ninsta: druski2funny they're going to be the perfect little angels! cut it out! lilnasx: can't wait to see yall in yall parent era claybornharlow: you look amazing y/ninsta! I'm glad that since you didn't choose me to be your husband, you're still in the family! jackharlow: claybornharlow what kind of back handed compliment was that? CAN I AT LEAST HAVE ONE DAY OF PEACE BEFORE I'M NOT ABOUT TO GET ANY SLEEP? claybornharlow: jackharlow no. dualipa: step mommy is here and ready for them to make their debut! jackharlow: dualipa I literally cannot with you anymore smh maggieharlow: these last few weeks have flown by! you two are going to be amazing parents! so so proud of the both of you! jackandy/naremyparents: well this is it! OMG three at one time?! lemme go pray for yall because..... WHEW normani: they are going to be absolutely beautiful and have the greatest set of parents! sza: when can I babysit?! jackharlowsource: BRB CRYING allthingsy/n: can't wait until they tell us their names! urbanwyatt: allthingsy/n urban henry wyatt there you go y/ninsta: URBY! CUT IT OUT! urbanwyatt: y/ninsta what I do?!!? theestallion: okay who do we think they're going to look like? yungskylark: theestallion they're definitely going to have curly hair since both of them have it anyway saweetie: hmm I'm thinking baby number 1 looks like y/ninsta dualipa: baby number 2 looks like me jackharlow: DUA! claybornharlow: dualipa you meant me jackharlow: what is WITH you two? quiiso: number 2 is jackharlow up and down and number 3 looks like both y/ninsta: I can tell you from the sonogram, number three doesn't look like me at all lol that's daddy's baby all the way but we'll see

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, privategarden, claybornharlow, saweetie, dualipa, shloob_, blancahood, and 4,281,093 others

y/ninsta: the cutest date that I ever did see, look at my baby daddy 😍

jackharlow: had to do it one last time as a family of two 😭 urbanwyatt: jackharlow you mean three even though I wasn't invited smh jackharlow: urbanwyatt you went out with Yasmin! cut it out! softtcurse: jackharlow I would have left him at home and went out with yall instead, not going to lie urbanwyatt: and you think you know somebody smh 2forwoyne: hold on, you need to include PG too! we're yall kids! y/ninsta: oh goodness. here we go. shloob_: now we have to fight for their attention once the triplets get here tomorrow quiiso: yes! I second this! jackharlow: we've raised yall for how many years? yall can branch out a little lol danivalentine: yall are so incredibly cute y/ninsta: danivalentine that's my man and imma stick beside him claybornharlow: I mean he's okay, if you're into that I mean y/ninsta: little baby! jackharlow: claybornharlow we literally look alike but go off, I guess jessicakelce: me and blancahood are getting on a plane as we speak! can't wait to see the both of you and meet them! jackharlow: HOLD ON, PAUSE! y/ninsta BABY! y/ninsta: jackharlow RESUME! what's wrong? jackharlow: y/ninsta not the hot chips and bad decisions crew helping out with the newborns. THERE'S ABOUT TO BE HOT CHEETOS STAINS ALL OVER MY HOUSE! jessicakelce: jackharlow THAT WAS ONE TIME AND I WAS DRUNK. LET IT GO! jackharlow: jessicakelce HELL NO, I'M NOT LETTING THAT SHIT GO! blancahood: jessicakelce but there was an entire trail that led us to the bathroom where you were fighting for your life from being hungover y/ninsta: I remember that. good times. jessicakelce: y/ninsta MAYBE FOR YOU, BUT NOT ME! traviskelce: jessicakelce no one told you to down that last drink like it was water, you brought it on yourself lmao jessicakelce: traviskelce that's it. DIVORCE! y/ninsta: LMAOOOO AYE YO 😭😭😭 blancahood: not jess saying she wants a divorce lmao y/ninsta: but yes jackharlow they'll be with us for two weeks jackharlow: y/ninsta TWO WEEKS? BRB, babe. y/ninsta: jackharlow where are you going? jackharlow: y/ninsta to hide all the hot chips and bring them back out when they leave blancahood: jackharlow hmm funny. I'm bringing some in my suitcase and buying a stash when I get there jackharlow: blancahood then your ass needs to eat them outside and wash your hands with the hose before coming back in. if I see one crumb, I'm kicking yall out

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borderlinebox · 1 year

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Sup! hope you’re having a great day 😮💗 having childhood best friend brainrot- “you have my back right?” x “lmao probably” cheesy but I eat that shit up every time

could you write a oneshot or headcannon

for chishiya? He’s gotten/done something that’s worth celebrating (maybe it’s his birthday, got first place or a hundred on his test, got into the college that he applied to) he’s never been told by someone that they’re proud of him not even from his old man so he went on with his day expecting nothing special

But but BUT chishiya hears the familiar patterned knocks on his window, how they managed to get up there without his father knowing is beyond him but he’s relieved considering his old man isn’t all that fond with them (In this scenario id imagine that chishiya’s father wouldn’t really like us bc of our shortcomings? something like that...and if he isn’t friends with our parents)

they sneak (more like drag) him out with a lot of convincing and celebrate by going into places he would tolerate or enjoy,,rip his friend’s allowance 💸 At the end of the night they both end up on a park bench with store bought cake with messy written icing “I’m so pr he I did it bitch!!” done by yours truly. they do say it to him and give him a short side hug before he gets back home tho

Feel free to decline this! take care ⭐️

Celebrate With Me!

Summary: Reader acknowledges Chishiya's accomplishments.

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader

Warning: That good cliche shit, FLUFF, cuteness overload, not proofread!!!, changed a few things up!

A/N: ISTG I'm boutta make a Chishiya X Bestfriend! Reader bundle because these requests are too cute!! Hope you have a great day as well and take care too ^^ <3 I am incredibly happy and proud on how this turned out!!! Spent a literal 2 hours straight on it because I lost some progress and I'm gonna have my ass whooped later but this should cover the blow LOVE YALL AND THIS REQQQ ♥

Feedback is highly appreciated!!!

Chishiya sat upon his desk chair, currently finishing up some notes. Just things he's learnt or felt like he found interesting. He could use it in the future. Distant music playing from his favorite band echoed softly in his room.

There wasn't much to do. He'd recently gotten a letter from a university he had applied to - which he was successfully accepted in. He could say he was happy for himself but it just wasn't that exciting or celebration-worthy to him.

He continuously tapped the tip of the pen against the table in a rhythm, re-reading the paragraphs of various words.

SMACK

The sudden noise caught Chishiya's attention as he quickly twisted his head towards the loud noise. There, on his window, a handprint was seen as it was slowly sliding down the window, failing to stick.

Its fingers soon danced on the window, creating multiple and small taps across the glass pane without a proper flow of beat.

Chishiya sighed and stood up and opened the window to reveal his friend struggling to hold onto his window's support,

"Y/N, What are you doing here?" He wasn't at all surprised. He was just more so concerned why you were currently hanging by a thread on his window.

"I'll tell you when I get inside. Right now let's focus on the part where you shoULD BRING ME INSIDE." You flailed your legs around as you struggled to even breathe properly.

He hissed at you to stay quiet and helped you up to sneak inside.

There was a voice, somewhere in his mind where he actually wanted to leave you hanging for a while to amuse himself but that would have been a bad idea.

Once you had both your feet on the floor of his bedroom, you dusted yourself off and took a much needed breather. You had been running to his house since 45 minutes ago. It was hard with the troublesome traffic and people yelling at you as you swerved your way through them, you're just glad you've finally reached his humble abode.

"Right, Explain." He said bluntly, doing his signature move; placing his hands into his pockets. "How did you even get up here?"

You shaked your hand profusely, deflecting the topic. "Never mind that-, guess who found out when your birthday iiiisss?" You looked up at him with a tired yet mischievous grin.

"I'm guessing you."

"Me," You announced proudly while facing your thumb towards yourself, chest up in victory. "And you wanna know what I'm gonna do about it?"

"Please don't." Chishiya sighed, point-blankly. Unfortunately, there was no hope of changing the situation's circumstances because he knew when you were hooked on something, it's sure that you'll be hell-bent on getting it, no matter how stupidly dangerous or ridiculous it may seem.

You laughed before dropping down to the carpeted floor of his room and picking up your sling bag. "Now, as I was saying," Your finger dramatically pointed towards the bag. "We gotta celebrate! So we're going out and hang!"

"I really rather not." He stood his ground, stubbornly declining your offer.

"Come on, you're gonna celebrate your birthday with me!" You teased with the same playful grin you gave him. He was always so stubborn when it came to things he accomplished or failed - whether you wanna celebrate it or cheer him up. Either way, you were going to be even more stubborn than him this time.

"No." He muttered out sternly.

"Yes," You pushed with determination. "We are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No"

"Yes"

"No-"

"Why not??" You broke the repetitive, single-worded debate and gave him a sad look. "You never celebrate anything. Don't you want me to show you how happy and proud I am for you, Chishiya?"

Chishiya seemed to be broken from his train of thought at his words. He was silent, but you could tell that he was processing your words and calculating a response as if he was some kind of robot. You'd have to be honest, he kind of is one sometimes-

"Fine, I'll go and celebrate my birthday." Was all he said, his condescending look seeming to have disappeared - replaced with an unreadable expression.

It didn't feel like an answer at all - you felt disappointed. But you decided to push away those feelings for later because you were still ecstatic about your achievement and that's what mattered.

"W-Wonderful! You go get prepared or something!" You told him in a panic frenzy and opened the window from where you cam from. "I'll wait for you to climb out the window!"

And before waiting for his response, the last thing Chishiya saw of you was you already dipping out of the window and landed on the lush grass, in pain - as he presumed. He quickly changed and made his way down the stairs, being granted the permission to leave.

Chishiya would probably be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little bit concerned for your well being when you jumped out of that window.

To his surprise, when he went outside, he saw you standing proudly with a little dirt in your hair and face.

"You goof??" He asked, eyeing you up and down.

"Perfect, Great! I didn't get hurt, totally didn't - I think I sprained my wrist but that's totally fixed now." You spoke quickly, not even giving him a chance to say another word since you had grabbed him by his wrist. "Now come on! We don't have all day."

"Was this necessary?" Chishiya mutters blankly as he takes in the view of the park. It was a rather quiet, and less populated park wherever you and Chishiya both lived. Not many people visited everyday but there were still some who came often. Parks that were more widely known had a bigger crowd and you know Chishiya enough to know that he doesn't like big crowds. Especially the noise that comes with it.

"It was either this or the carnival next place." You turned to him and raised your brow.

"I think I prefer the park." He shrugged. It wasn't a bad place at all - Fairly clean and a decent view. You would sometimes come here alone and think, maybe even attempt to bring Chishiya over. But he was either busy or too stubborn to go. Thankfully, you managed to corner him.

Even though Chishiya let you take him here this time.

Both of you took your time there, having deep talks which mostly started off with why he hadn't really celebrated many past birthdays, which made you frown a lot. Chishiya thought it was half a mistake to give you that information after you had told him that you were gonna celebrate his birthday for him every year instead.

He may be lying if he didn't appreciate it.

The rest of the time, both of you walked and talked on the more philosophical topics. Just the precious quality time between two great lov friends, walking underneath the cloudy weather with strands of sunlight pushing through and landing on the cobblestone pavements.

It didn't seem much as a birthday celebration to the regular human etiquette but you could care less because both of you were having. swell time. Even if neither of you said it. It was a bonding time that didn't need the use of an explanation and more of a feeling.

Your eye was caught by a flock of ducks roaming around a side of a pond next to a woman selling duck food or pieces of bread. Chishiya must've noticed this since you had fully stopped walking and stood in place, staring at them.

"You wanna feed the ducks?" His voice brought you out of your mini daydream, he had his natural high charm evident in his face and voice.

"I, well, if you want to. It's your birthday, not mine.." You mumbled out, it was a bit low for anyone to actually process your words, seeing that you would be a little upset that you didn't feed those ducks.

"Okay then," He lightly smiles and walks his way past you with a bored yet slightly amused expression. "Let's go feed those ducks."

Like a little kid who had been given permission to sleep over at his friend's house, you giddily smiled and practically swooshed right on past him and over to the woman selling the small bits of food.

You quickly bought two small bags and handed one over to Chishiya. He took the bag filled with small, multiple pieces of duckfeed into his hands and looked back up at you. "If I'm gonna feed the ducks, you've gotta feed them too." You told him with a bright smile before kneeling down to the ducks.

Chishiya opened the bag and shook around its contents before taking out a handful and throwing it onto the ground the ducks stood upon with a blank face.

However, you had a cute and dorky smile on your face while you handfed them all equally. Some of them bit you by accident but it was no more painful than a light pinch. Your smile was bright enough to light up a whole room, Chishiya thought as he held back the urge to smile at your antics.

A chuckle from the old vendor caught both of your attention. When she noticed she sighed softly, "Sorry,"

You smiled, "No worries! It's absolutely fine! Why were you chuckling anyway?" Hand finding its way to the bag full of duck feed to gather some more and hand over the pieces to the ducks.

She grinned at the both of you. "Both of you are so cute, are you a couple?"

The question caught both of you off guard. You could quite literally feel the tension rise in the atmosphere. You felt your breath hitch and your lungs close as it denied you to breath from the sudden question.

"No! No, heh, we're just friends." You shot up with an awkward smile at the lady who had understood the tension between her and you both. You look back up at Chishiya with a nervous look on your face. "Isn't that right, Chi?"

He appeared to have froze due to your question. Or was he just standing still and silent because he had zoned out? Was he deeply immersed in his thoughts?

"No, we're friends." Chishiya confirmed. You expected that answer but you couldn't help but feel the pang in your heart when he actually said it.

The vendor nodded and apologized once again for asking such a question. She went back to her small stand to mind her own business instead.

Now you and Chishiya kept on feeding the ducks until both your bags were completely empty, all in awkward silence. Not one of you tried to break the ice since it appeared that no one had anything to say after that question.

You turned to thank the lady before leaving with Chishiya without a word.

Upon arriving back at the park's entrance Chishiya decided to finally break the silence. "Well? Where are you dragging me off to next?" He asked, raising a brow at you. You had almost completely forgotten the reason why you had went out in the first place.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot." Slipping your hand into your slingbag, you pulled out a small crumpled paper and unfolded it.Chishiya tried to lean in and read but you pulled the paper closer to you. "Hey! Don't peek on the surprise." You pouted, forgetting all about the question for a moment.

He put his hand up defensively but it was no more than a sarcastic tease. "No peeking." He repeats before shoving his hands into his pockets once again. Chishiya was almost never seen with his hands outside his pockets outside of his home. It was almoat natural and expected.

Once you were sure he wouldn't peek again, you opened up the piece of paper before folding it once more.

"I got an idea."

"You looked at the paper which most likely had the idea.

"I have an idea." You repeated, dismissing his smart assness. "Follow me!" And once again, you boldly took a hold of his wrist and started to dash to whatever place you were dragging him to next.

The warm light of the welcome sign greeted the both of you as you stood outside a relatively new, and decently small café. And sketchy enough, the stores it was between in was a shady dentist's office and a run-down, forever closed drug store.

"This is the new coffee shop that opened last week." Chishiya noticed, looking up at the hangout's name to remember it. "It certainly has a sketchy location."

"That's cause this was the only place the owner could afford. In fact, they're actually quite creeped out by the stores beside it. I feel bad." You explained briefly, glancing at the side shops. "But that's not what we're here for, dear friend."

You pushed him inside the cafe and it was definitely much better on the inside than the out. It had relatively creamy walls and warm lights. You were surprised that the place wasn't filled with people. Tempting enough to keep this place as a secret, all to yourself.

"Sit the hell down." You brought Chishiya to a corner seat - which is, in a natural rule, one of the best seats a restaurant or any place could ask for - and sitting in front of him.

"It isn't a bad place, I'll give it that." Your bleach haired friend admitted, his eyes still roaming around. "What gave you the idea?"

A giggle escaped your lips, "I wanted to try it out. I actually visited the place a few days ago. It was completely different than now. They changed it a lot." You shrugged, "And I thought of you when I stepped in here. I thought you'd like the place."

Chishiya smiled lightly, which was again; rare. "It's good."

"Better than-"

"I haven't decided yet." He cut you off before you could finish which resulted in you giving him a cheeky smirk.

He couldn't help but feel good about himself when you admitted that you thought of him when you found this place. It felt truly honorable than his straight A's and cards with that big ol' red 'Accepted' on it. It was something near to a foreign feeling.

"About what that vendor said-" You were immediately cut off by a waiter coming up, asking for your orders. You coughed into your arm at the sudden surprise and ordered your preferred drink.

Chishiya glanced at you and the waiter, what was with the question? He quickly ordered his own drink as you thanked the waiter before they left.

Another set of an awkward silence filled between the both of you. He was curious about your earlier question but didn't want to push you, you looked embarassed enough after choking on your own spit.

"Don't think about it. She just made a mistake, it's fine." Chishiya wanted to say something else but decided to take matters into his own hands instead. "It's not that uncommon. Sometimes expected."

You nodded at his words. "Right.. I forgot, they have board games here! You wanna play?" You beamed up, changing the subject. He glanced his eyes to the side, finding the board games that you were talking about.

All of them were stacked on a small bookshelf that had a good amount of books on it as well.

"Sure, we'll play." He shrugged without a care. "Why don't you choose the game, Y/N?"

You hummed out a yes and took your time; reading all the board game labels. There were many of them but you wanted to try out something bold, something Chishiya would actuallu want to play with you. "Ah! Chess."

Why Chess? You finally processed your declaration.

"Oh, Chess?" Chishiya looked back at you. What a bold declaration of war. "Sure, why not."

You felt yourself gulp and begin to pray for your mistakes and for your well being, choosing a game like this against a guy like Chishiya. You've already made a decision and stood up and made your walk of shame towards the small chess board.

Bringing the board to your table, you gathered yourself the confidence and smacked the board down.

"Bring it on, Shuntaro." A smirk appeared on your face, a bold glimmer in your eyes.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." You burp out, watching your side of the chess board with bored and tired eyes. You've already accepted your death wish an hour ago.

Now you were here with two empty cups, 3 hours that passed by and found yourself with only a King and a Pawn against Chishiya's fucking army. You've paid for your drinks an hour ago and you were still here, suffering.

"You chose the game." He defended. He looked unchanged - just the same guy three hours ago. Meanwhile you sat in front of him, a hand in your hair and tired eyes.

You weren't sleepy, you were just tired of watching your entire empire fall.

"You're enjoying this, I know it. Behind those blank eyes of yours? You're enjoying this." An almost pathetically dramatic voice of sulking came from you as you connected your forehead onto the table.

You could feel him shrug in front of you.

"But alas!" You rose dramatically, "That was my plan all along!" You moved your king to the line of sight of his queen, making yourself lose. "I forfeit. Besides, we're gonna miss the best part of today!"

Chishiya watched as you obliterated yourself and throwing the chess pieces off the board and clean up. "Fun game." He responded to your actions.

"It was not at all fair." You pushed and closed the board up when you finished counting off the chess pieces and went off to put it back in respect. "You're far smarter than me and you know it."

"You chose th-"

"Yeah, Yeah. 'I chose the game' and whatnot, I get it." You echoed him in an immature tone of voice, but you'd never deny his intelligence. He technically carried you through physics and math.

He stood up and walked out beside you, hearing the same waiter who served you both give their thanks.

"The last stop shouldn't be too far from here." You were looking at that old crumpled piece of paper you had a while ago.

After just a few minutes, maybe 10, of walking, you found both yourselves in front of a popular convenience store joint that you and Chishiya always went to for a quick lunch or snack break when you were both in highschool.

You lead him to a black bench right across the small store and placed your things down, taking your wallet out your bag.

"Stay here." You smiled before running into the building.

Chishiya stared at the all too familiar black bench. No, he didn't sit, the black bench gave him an overflow of memories when you both hung out here. You and Chishiya would buy anything you both wanted and were able to buy from the store and sit out here, exchanging notes and occasionally jokes. He smiled at the thought.

"I told you to sit!" You pointed at him accusingly as you held a brown paper bag in your other arm. The sounds of the bells on the doors clinged together when you exited the building.

"I was." Chishiya turned his way to you.

"After almost 10 minutes of me being in there? Come on." You chuckled and decided to sit down on the black bench yourself. He followed right after you. "Check out what I got!"

You ruffled your hand into the paper bag with joy, tongue sticking out and biting softly on the muscle. "Boom!" You cheered when you took it out.

It was a small almost medium, cute pink cake - which was his favorite whipped strawberry flavor - with Chishiya's favorite cookies decorated on the outer curve.

You handed it to chishiya with the same dorky smile you had when you were feeding the ducks at the park. He observed the writing on the cake with narrow eyes.

'Hapi'

'You de'

'Congratatulations!!!'

Despite the spelling error, and the very messy writing, you still smiled like an idiot and Chishiya couldn't help but appreciate the fucked up cake. He actually showed you his smile that time.

Can you believe it? Making Chishiya smile 3 maybe even 4 times today?

It made yourself smile even wider that you had to put your chin on your hands.

"You spelled 'Congra-"

"I'm aware of my mistake Chishiya but there's clearly no more room for anymore mistakes on that cake." You pointed at the cake which really did have no more room for anymore icing.

He exhaled with a smile, his way of laughing or chuckling at you genuinely at best, before opening the plastic lid.

"Oh and, if you want anymore of your bland ass cookies, there's more in the bag. Can't understand why you like that crap." You jokingly gave him a cringed look and stuck your tongue out in disgusted exaggeration. But, you got it for him.

"Fork?" Chishiya asked, looking back up at you.

"Oh shit, yeah I forgot." You opened up your sling and pulled out two plastic forks. "I figured that there wasn't going to be any free forks in the store so I decided to bring some."

Handing him one, you were more than ready to eat the cake with him.

As both of you dipped in for the first bite, you both heard the sounds of popping in the sky which caught Chishiya off his guard.

Fireworks were in the sky. All different colors, blending in so well in the night sky.

"Would you look at that." You said in awe through the cake in your mouth. "I wonder who put that there."

"You did something, didn't you?" Chishiya looked at you, unamused but still appreciative. You could tell it through the way how soft his eyes looked. It was much softer and quite happier than usual, and you were proud.

"I may have asked some friends." You shrugged, meeting his gaze.

Both of you had not only the warm light emitting from the convenience store, but the different colors of the fireworks that temporarily glowed on both of your faces.

You thought he looked so pretty in all of the colored sparks of light. You could get used to his eyes if it were like this.

"I'm really happy and proud of you, Chish." You said all full of truth, hitting his shoulder playfully. "You need to hear it sometimes, no?"

"I guess." Chishiya answered with a shrug again, lifting another fork full of cake near his mouth. "Thanks, I think."

You chuckled, finally hearing those words come out of his mouth felt so satisfying to you. You were even sure he never really said it all to anyone. The sparks in the sky continued to flash in the sky all so beautifully. "Don't mention it."

Maybe he could get used to this, having someone like you. It made him feel all warm and proud for once.

#aib #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya x reader #x reader #chishiya shuntaro #aib x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader #box writes #chishiya

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romanarose · 4 months

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Life update if anyone cares.

I only post this bc i was posting my depressing shit for months and a lot of people were reaching out in concern <3

cw sever depression, self harm, suicide, csa, SA, all the bad. but also lots of good <3

TLDR: Despite a god-awful semester, i got all a's and b's

Everyone thats been following me the last few months has seem my personal posts about how fucking awful things have been for me.

I've dealt with fact I can no longer deny that what happened to me was CSA, despite being on a milder side of things. That sparked an absolutely spiral. I didnt sleep for months which made things worse. School, I got an F on a midterm and i NEVER get F's on writing assignments.

Work had its complications and i quit and then rescinded that quit two days later. I was so constantly depressed in my dorm my roommate literally told me i needed to go to the basketball game with them bc i was sitting in a depression hovel none stop. I only went to services twice this whole time, one shabbat and once for Rosh Hoshannah.

I burned the ever living fuck out of my fingers, yall remember that one? lol.

In novemeber i had relapsed so severely on self harm i thought i had accidentally killed myself. I should've called 911. I thought I was bleeding out and/or going into shock. I then worked myself up more by going down pages of the internet about medical shook and people dying from it. that did not help my heart rate. I couldn't stand, I couldnt see straight for a while.

I could not afford an ambulance or a hospital stay as i am uninsured and only ork 25 hours a week. not a lot of money.

All this happened and I didn't miss work. This is not a brag, this is me not being able to makegood choices for myself.

Finally, thanksgiving break hit. Thank fucking god. I WANTED to use those 4 days of absolutely nothing to get to my TWO BIG RESEARCH PAPERS I HADNT STRTED YET but alas, I was SICK. I was so sick, in fact, and so hoped up on cough medicine for 3 days i was incomprehensible.

I was so physically ill, i couldnt even think about how mentally ill i was. I slept and slept and slept. And by the time sunday hit, I felt so recharged.

My failed midterm was so bad and so not me my professsor reached out to me. Im close with him (in a v appropriate way lol, hes a bruce springsteen fan too) and i felt comfortable telling him essentially that for a few months there things were severe, and I really should've gone in for a 72 hour hold multiple times and i was not safe. through a few lines of resources, I ended up back in therapy bc my school added a new therapist that is a woman (i stopped going last year bc i didnt like seeing a man)

I like my new therapist.

Anway, in about 2 weeks I wrote 2 12 page research papers, 2 book report papers, 1 science paper did 2 presentations, took 2 finals, wrote 2 more finals with essay questions, and at the end of it all, not only did I not fail any classes...

I GOT ALL A'S AND B'S! Which means my gpa is still high enough to renew my scholarship for my last year

I am so fucking proud of myself for accomplishing all this despite suffering so fucking badly. I havnt felt pain like that in years, just agony.

I had a down turn again over christmas bc my siblings were literally ass, upto and including making fun of me for not ating (i am multiple accounts of sexual trauma from several people, so im scared of dating), making fun of my eating, and my sister slapping me and my older brother hitting me. Was a bad time. But for right now, im in the place im staying for break (all january) im back at my old day care and they love me, and olive garden at this store has been going great

Im hoping next semester to be better, im hopful at least

Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who has supported my writing has supported me through these times. It makes me happy that i came her to share my silly little moon knight x reader series, not really intending on writing a whole lot, but next thing i know, i have friends and a lil community. so thank you <3

#romana personal posts #cw suicide #cw self harm #cw csa #cw sa

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heartsoulspiritelite · 7 months

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BETTER THAN YOU BAY BAY

MJF x Adam Cole

(when they break up imma literally be crying for days. They are my only source of happiness)

Summary-

Max couldn't explain to you, why he felt the urge to protect Adam after his match against Samoa Joe, he can never stand to see the ones he cares for hurt.

But the number one questions on his mind are, Where was Adam? Why was he so late to Max's match? But when he tries to ask Adam about his things go a little bit south until Adam returns beat up, and Max doesn't take any bullshit answers

Who did this to you ?!

He couldn't explain to you, why he had such a strong urge to protect Adam tonight, especially after getting his ass handed to him. But he does give himself props. He beat Joe. You told you he would, he never doubted himself. But even after he felt like practically dying, He saw Joe try to lunge at Adam and risked everything just to protect his brochacho.

Max's number one question is, Where was Adam? Why did he take so long to show up? He was supposed to come down to the ring and support his best friend throughout one of his most important matches in his career against Samoa Joe, it's long time story telling yall. This match meant so much the kid inside him. They did it. They proved it to everyone, infront of his New York peers. Why the fuck was Adam so late?

Okay he's not really mad. Adam still came and supported him, he was an amazing friend, and even injured himself for Max.

Walking back stage was tough, he felt so much pride, but at the same time all he felt was agony. Everything hurt. In all honesty both men were in pain, Cole was still suffering from his ankle injury he endured moments earlier.

Adam was helping him walk, While trying to hide his own limp. He had Max's arm around his neck with his arm wrapped around Max's back. They made their way into doc sampsons and sat there in silence with occasional small talk until both men were cleared to leave.

"Max how are you feeling?" Adam asked gently once they were in the car headed to the hotel that the roster was staying at.

"Everything fucking hurts" He replied while favoring his neck, turning his head slightly to look at Adam

Cole grimaces slightly in sympathy

They soon arrive at the hotel and walk in silence until they reach their shared room.

Adam hasn't shared a room with Britt in so long, he feels guilty, but it's not really his fault. All tag partners room together everywhere right?

They take turns showering and unpacking and packing up certain things until both are done and drained.

Adam walks out of the bathroom and he finished brushing his teeth and took a seat by MJF who was sitting on the bed, leaning against the bedframe, scrolling through his phone while holding an ice pack to his neck.

Max looks over at Cole and sighs.

"How's your leg doing? Dude what the fuck even happened?" He asks laughing slightly

Adam shows a small smile

"Max I don't even know, I jumped the ramp to get around to you guys faster and I guess I screwed up my leg or something" He says rushed, he didn't want Max to worry about him, he knows he would so he tries not to make it a big deal.

Max throws him a concerned look

"Dude are you gonna be-" He tries to ask before getting cut off

"Max im gonna be fine alright, everything's good, let's not focus on that let's focus on you. You're in more pain than I am, tonight was your night. You won Max, and I couldn't be more proud of you" He says reassuringly and scoots closer slightly

Max smiles back gratefully but still not fully convinced. He doesn't want to push it so he asks the question that's been on his mind since he saw Cole rush out to cheer him on.

"Adam. Where were you? Why'd it take you so long to show up?" He states seriously

The older man shifts uncomfortably and avoids eye contact

Max notices

"Cole."

"Look. I- uh. I needed to visit Roddy alright. But then he tried to guilt me into staying longer. I didn't. I came back to watch you of course. I'm sorry I never told you, didn't mean to alarm to and i stayed backstage because i thought you wanted to do this on your own." he says quietly still avoiding eye contact

"Bay Bay, how many times do I have to tell this to you. The man is clearly faking it. He's just acting like a jealous ex fucking boyfriend so you'll pay attention to him" He states trying to get the information through Adam's head, after readjusting his grip on his icepack

But apparently this angers him

"Max what do you know? All everyone has told me is that I'm stupid for being your friend. They all tell me how your gonna turn on me once the time is right. Roddys just acting like a dick right now, but he's still my friend. I need to support him like im supporting you. If they have to get used to the fact that your my bestfriend than you can get used to the fact that Roddys mine" Adam rushes out quite angry

Max feels his eyes widen, and backs off not wanting to cause chaos

"Fine. Goodnight" He says quietly, dropping the subject.

Max turns lays down on one side of the bed and gets under the covers before turning around, facing away from Adam, he lets his icepack rest behind his neck.

"Turn off the lights" He orders before going to sleep.

Cole suddenly feels guilty eat away at him.

This was Max's night. Why did he freak out on him? Everything the man said was true.

"I'm sorry Max" he whispers before getting out of bed to turn off the lights

He doesn't crawl back into bed though. No, he puts on a hoodie and leaves the hotel to go on a walk to get refreshed.

He still has a slight limp but he's had worse. He can deal with it.

He's quite chilly out so he tucks his hands into his hoodie pockets in an attempt to stay warm.

He doesn't get very far until he hears hushed whispers.

Cole tries not to look back and keeps walking. That is until he feels himself get grabbed and thrown onto the ground.

He groans in pain.

The group of people keep kicking and clawing at him. Adam let's them, he doesn't attempt to shove then away, he just curls up into a ball and waits for it to be over.

The attack goes on for another 5 minutes until he hears them talk to one another before leaving.

"Fucking asshole" He hears one of them say, the voice sounds familiar

He tries to look up and catches a glimpse of who they are. All he sees is blurs for about 5 seconds until his sight clears.

Of. Fucking. Course.

Its Roddy & The kingdom.

He should have known. Honestly he should've. He shouldn't have went to that damn hospital. He should've stayed with Max the whole time.

He's slowly drags himself off of the ground and rubs away the blood flowing from his nose from when he face planted onto the ground.

He groans in agony limps back to the hotel slow as ever.

He attempts to open the door quietly so he can sneak back into bed without worrying his tag partner.

But obviously that doesn't end up happening. The universe never seems to be on his side.

He opens the door to Max worryingly pacing around the room.

Once his eyes catch Adam's he rushes over and starts talking a mile a minute.

"What the fuck?! What happened?! Are you okay? Who did this to you. I swear to God Ada-"

"MAX im fine okay don't worry about me" he cuts Max's rambling off in an attempt to shrug of his concern.

Max grabs Adam's chin and stares him in the eyes.

"Don't worry about you?! Adam I swear to God. Don't you lie to me. Who. Did. This. To. You." He says dead serious

Adam shivers

"Max. I-"

"Adam. I'll fucking bend you over my knee" He says a threat.

Coles eyes widen as he feels his face get hot at that.

He knows he's serious to. Max will. It's almost happened before.

"It was Roddy and his gang" the flustered man whispers

Max is furious. He'll fucking kick their asses.

But he calms down enough so he doesn't flip out anymore infront of Adam.

"Come here" He guides Adam gently into the bathroom and sits him down on the counter.

Max goes between Coles legs and grabs a were wash cloth, he gently rubs the blood of his face and body.

Adam catches himself staring at Max, the way he's being so careful not to hurt him more. He likes the way Max looks whens he's focused. It's hot.

"Max.." Cole whispers to get his attention

MJF looks up from where he was almost finished patching up Adam's cuts on his arm.

"What is it?" He says concerned

Max examines Adam's face and gently puts his hand on his cheek and rubs

"Kiss me or leave me" he says quietly but bodly

This catches Max of guard and he flinched a bit, looking wide eye and flustered

"What?" He says confused

"Please, kiss me or just get it over with and leave me" The long haired man whimpers

The curly haired man smiles

He grabs Adam's face lightly and presses his lips onto his

Adam grabs the back of his neck and carefully as he can without causing the other man any pain.

"I'm not going to leave you Adam, I love you to much to do that" He whispers once they break the kiss

Adam smiles

"I'm sorry for getting upset at you earlier. I knew you were right. I just wanted to give him a chance" he apolagizes

"Its alright man don't apolagize, but don't think they're getting off the hook for this. Im gonna fucking kill them." Max states, he's eyes full of fury.

"Thanks" He starts before hopping of the counter so he can properly hug the man

"And by the way I love you too Max" he finishes and grabs Max so he can reconnect their lips.

Edit- so um I made this before I watched 9/27 dynamite bruh I did not know Adam's ankle was THAT BAD like holy crap😭

~Cross-posted on wattpad and ao3~

#better than you bay bay #adam cole #mjf aew #adamjf #adam cole bay bay #better than you and you know it #aew imagine #oneshot

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