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stevebabey · 1 year

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ok brain whipped up this concept & would NOT leave it alone today so here. have this. this is like ‘started making it. had a breakdown. bon appétit’ in a steddie post for me but alas <3 cw: talks of past sexual coercion

Eddie is mad at Steve.

Which, honestly, might be the worst thing in the entire damn world for all Steve cares. The whole world feels just a little bit off kilter when Eddie’s mad at Steve — because Eddie just loooves the silent treatment.

He’ll usually make a show of it. Pout and stick out his bottom lip, cross his arms, maybe even give a stamp on his big booted feet. Doesn’t say what’s wrong, just glares sulkily. It’s a bit childish, they both know, but Eddie likes to be doted and Steve loves to do the doting — and it hasn’t caused any proper fights yet.

This time, however, he can tell Eddie is more mad than usual, because this time he hadn’t thrown the usual fuss. Instead, he’d just gone quiet. All glowers and glares. Not even a pout, and certainly not a peep.

And it’s just the worst because the version of Eddie that Steve knows best is a chatterbox. Can’t shut up, won’t shut up. Steve normally loves it.

And alright— maybe Steve deserved it for not picking him up after one of Eddie’s gigs. Especially because Eddie had specifically asked him too as well, considering his own van was in the shop.

But it’s not like Steve could control when his parents decided to waltz back into Hawkins!

They always seemed to run on their own timetable, or on what seemed like an entirely different orbit. Yet, they had no trouble roping Steve back into their routine, stuffing him back into a place, without any regard to his opinion on the matter. Which was exactly what they had done that evening.

But that didn’t really matter, Steve thinks with a sigh, because he knows it’s not really just because he didn’t pick Eddie up. It was because of what Steve said.

Gareth’s mom had swung by and while Eddie had gotten an eyeful of that suspicious look that followed him everywhere since the events of the Upside Down, Eddie had gotten home safely. Majorly annoyed but safe which was what mattered most.

He had then released his said-annoyance onto Steve.

But see, Steve was already tired from the prodding and lecturing of his parents. They’d been awfully disappointed to find he had yet to move on from his job at Family Video and worse, had badmouthed his choice of friends. Had brought up Tommy and the likes, asked pointedly why Steve hadn’t been seen with them in a few months.

Steve had bit his tongue to not spew out the fact he hadn’t been seen with Tommy for years and that was unlikely to change any time soon.

So, yeah, he was wound up. And Eddie was too. A bit too impatient, a bit too cut that he’d been on the receiving end of yet another scathing interaction because Steve had been so careless to forget to pick him up.

He’d said as much, jabbing a finger and dramatically reenacting the tense conversation he’d had to have with Gareth’s mother.

It had led to a spat, which led to an argument. Steve sat on the bed in Eddie’s trailer and toyed with a loose thread as Eddie pacing before him.

“You should’ve been there.”

“I know.” Steve ground out the words, eyes on the floor, feeling too much like he was still back home, still being lectured by his father about his good-for-nothing son. The thread was coming looser in his fingers with all his fiddling.

“You know? Is that all you’re gonna say?” Eddie asked, exasperated, but the moment Steve’s lip part to respond, Eddie had steamrolled on. Gareth’s awkward smile and his mother’s tight bunched up shoulders were still fresh in his memory.

“Great! That’s just fantastic, Steve. You knew and you still didn’t show up!”

Steve’s head shot up, brow furrowed. “That’s not what I meant.”

Like a kettle coming to boil, Steve could feel some bitchy comment lurch up his throat with his growing frustration. It was easy to think of things to say to hurt Eddie, to lash out, to make it so Eddie was the one with his head bowed, voice quiet.

Steve had learned that the hard part in these moments, is biting his tongue. Swallowing back mean comments. He doesn’t want to be vicious. Loathes the idea of falling back on snarky comments to win a fight, least of all with his boyfriend.

But... old habits die hard.

So, when Eddie had got all up in his face, firing himself up, and said, “Oh, pray tell then Steve what was so important that made you fucking forget your boyfriend.”

Steve had snapped.

“Fuck, do you ever stop? You are so much sometimes!”

The words had flown out in a harsh sneer and they hit their mark exactly as intended.

Because Steve knew all about that strange bubble of fear that lives inside Eddie— the part that didn’t care at all what strangers thought of him, but cared so much about those he came to trust. The part that worried that being big and brash all the time would be too much for people. That the reason they originally liked Eddie, would become the same reason they’d eventually dislike him for.

Steve had once told him he couldn’t ever get enough of him— let alone too much. It’s why he’d known where to strike.

Eddie’s expression has flinched, his eyes going from simmering to hurt in a few seconds flat. His fists unclenched at his side and Steve had felt the regret curdling up in his gut, a terrible sour feeling that had him shooting to his feet in an instant.

“Eddie, wait, I—”

“Leave.” Eddie said, voice dangerously low. There wasn’t room to push it. Nothing left to argue.

But still, Steve had wavered, swaying as a tidal wave of shame burned hot up his neck. He wanted to fix it. He needed to fix this.

But Eddie couldn’t look at him, eyes fixed on the ground and despite how much it had pained Steve to go, he knew he couldn’t fix it, not then and there. The door had hit him on the way out.

That had been two whole days ago. The guilt of it makes it feel like it was hours ago, still fresh as ever.

Steve had been diligent in giving Eddie his space to cool off.

The call Steve made the morning after never got picked up, just rang endlessly until the voicemail kicked in. Even though Eddie was always home Wednesdays. It told Steve well enough that Eddie was still well and truly mad.

Which was fair enough. Steve had been an asshole. Let himself fall back on old habits and stab a weak spot he only knew because Eddie trusted him, then twisted the knife as well.

But it’s like he said — silent treatment from the guy who usually can’t keep quiet is discerning to say the least. It itches uncomfortably at Steve who finds himself unusually eager to apologise.

Because, damn, if Steve doesn’t hate apologising.

Apologising means pulling out the stops, means admitting shamefully everything you’d done wrong, means having to prove how sorry you were.

It had been like that living under his father. When he was seven, Tommy had accidentally pitched a baseball through one of the windows. It had smashed right through, completely shattered. Steve had taken the fall.

He’d said sorry, head bowed, even though it had been an accident. And after he’d made Steve repeat his apology til it was a rigid phrase in his mouth, Richard Harrington had said; ‘Well, why don’t you prove how sorry you are, Steven?’

He’d ended up being his father’s personal beer boy for that week. Fetching them ice-cold from the garage at his father’s every call, from the moment he was home from school, to prove the apology was legitimate.

It had worked— after a week of doting, extra effort into keeping his room clean and to keep his father happy, Richard had permitted his son a rare smile and ruffle of his hair. ‘See? I know you were sorry now.’

Steve had learnt quickly in his childhood to go to lengths to avoid trouble with his father. To avoid the tumultuous apologies he’d have to perform, jumping through hoop after hoop for forgiveness.

But even then, Steve couldn’t escape them with friends, and especially not with girlfriends.

Tilly had been like that too. She’d been Steve’s freshman girlfriend, eyeshadow baby blue and lips always glossy. When Steve did things she didn’t like —spent Saturdays with his other friends, was late to dates— she’d pout her glittery lips and bat her eyes. ‘Aren’t you gonna make it up to me?’

Steve had — had pulled out the stops, emptied his pocket change to buy her flowers, went to second base because she really wanted him to, all to prove his apology. Until Tilly was back to her sugary smiles and fluttering hazel eyes.

It had even been like that with Nancy, though not quite to that extent. Forking out his savings to buy the nicest bouquet he could find, prepared to make it up to her, even if he wasn’t quite sure if it was him who was supposed to be apologising. But she’d gone silent treatment on him, so…

So, Steve hates apologising— but even more than that, is how much he hates Eddie’s quiet. So, when his boyfriend calls the Family Video on Friday midday, when he knows Steve’s soloing, and invites him over, Steve prepares himself for the grovelling to come.

The mixtape he’d already made sits in the gearbox of his car, carried around with him since he finished it. Upon hanging up the phone, Steve’s eyes catch on the florist across the street. His mind spins with all his knowledge of Eddie’s favourites — should he get those sour candies Eddie loved so much as well?Would it be too much?

Steve scoffs at the irony of his worries, considering what he was apologising for. Besides, it was never too much. There were never enough things to show he was sorry.

And Eddie couldn’t exactly be bought — not that was what this was. But Steve knew his boyfriend preferred all things in the manner of touch. That Steve’s affection was a far higher currency than anything bought with money.

That’s fine. Steve can do that.

He’s got a whole speech planned, honest. The smudged bullet points scrawled on his palm are testament to that, there to keep him on track and Steve checks them over religiously as he drives over after his shift.

It all goes out the window when Eddie opens the door, because Steve’s heart hiccups, splutters, soars forward in his chest.

Eddie looks just the same, his usual ripped jeans and dark shirt with a band Steve doesn’t know and yet— yet.

Steve is overcome by how much he missed Eddie.

Overcome at how those two days felt like two weeks to him. His mouth opens and the words burst out, “I’m sorry.”

part two.

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ceebit · 1 year

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i just know than jeonghan would tease his s/o a lot, but whenever they went “hannie :(“ he would literally MELT like he’d just be like “okay sweetheart i’m sorry 🥺” and the members would be like ????? BC HE WON’T LET THEM LIVE but it’s his baby so <3

i don’t think i’ve ever written for hannie outside headcanons so thank u for the prompt!! forever in love with the weak for ur partner trope. warms my heart fr.

“speaking of slip-ups, remember when we went ice skating for our two year anniversary?”

the arm slung around your shoulders toys with the necklace he’d gifted you ages ago as he speaks, turning to offer you a sweet smile despite the teasing lilt to his voice. your eyes narrow when they meet his, and his grin only brightens.

of course you remember. you’d nursed the sore spots on your sides for hours, groaning with dramatic despair on your couch and flinging couch cushions at your beloved’s head each time you suspected he was laughing at you.

even now, a little bit of the mirth dances in his eyes and it’s all you can do not to roll you eyes.

“what? what happened?”

you’re brought back to the present to the sound of chan’s voice, curious eyes looking back and forth between the two of you.

“yn looks like they wanna skin you alive,” seungcheol adds, “and while i support the notion of payback for serious wrongdoings, i kind of don’t wanna lose my best friend.”

you do roll your eyes and jeonghan’s smile brightens tenfold.

“we went ice skating for our anniversary,” you start begrudgingly, and the two nod to egg you on. “and it’s no surprise to anyone that i have shit balance, right?”

cheol winces and you nod solemnly. in your defense, really, it wasn’t just on ice with metal on the soles of your shoes. things just had a funny way of appearing directly in your path at the worst times, and thus, you were subject to much teasing from your other half as he rubbed the aching spots and soothed them with kisses.

“so when you put ice and my terrible balance together, you get…”

“i really don’t get how you kept falling even when i was holding your hands,” jeonghan muses, squeezing your shoulder gently. you frown, embarrassed, and look down at your hands placed in your lap. “you’re always gonna need my help, aren’t you?”

“yeah, isn’t that… besides the point?” chan hides a smile behind his drink before letting out a strangled sound at the jab cheol delivers to his side. “what?? i’m just saying…”

“it’s cute, really.” his smile has softened, and you know the look in his eye is fond, but you still can’t help but pout. quietly—and honestly, you hadn’t meant for him to hear you—you mumble his name and rest your hand on his shoulder.

“hannie…”

and just like that, the switch is flipped.

your companions watch in equals parts awe and surprise as jeonghan immediately cups your face in his hands and offers up quiet apologies, brow furrowed as he searches your expression for serious discomfort. it’s a far stretch from the sly grins he gives them and the rest when they openly complain about his relentless teasing, so watching you preen under his attention has them more or less bristling on the sidelines.

cheol clears his throat and you’re the only one who acknowledges him. “i thought this was supposed to be inclusive,” he mumbles, and you raised a brow in amusement.

“you want a kiss, too?” at that, jeonghan snaps back into the conversation, hands still gently cupping your face, and give his best friend the most scathing glare he could muster. the message he sent was more than clear from a mile away—his kisses were for you and you only. no excuses.

“now look who wants to skin who alive,” chan mutters, and releases an undignified squawk when cheol jabs at his side again.

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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hate to love you

ˣ pairing: poe dameron x f!reader

ˣ summary: being stranded on a planet? not a problem, at least rescue’s coming. the real issue is that it means for twelve hours, you’re stuck with poe dameron.

ˣ warnings: 7.7k wc. explicit smut (oral/vaginal) and language. enemies-ish to lovers & forced proximity trope. mentions of blood & injuries. kinda soft!

ˣ a/n: “it’s been 84 years…” seriously tho i apologize for the big delay in posting ;_; but yay here’s my first official poe fic! i didn’t intend for this to be quite long, still i hope you enjoy 🤍

You’re seething with anger.

A red, hot, and blinding rage.

One more word out of your Commander, and you swear you’d make him regret having survived that crash landing.

You couldn’t care any less for his half-assed excuses. The weak explanations and baseless assumptions that only boil your blood. Even the sound of his mere voice has you so irritated that you wish the explosion had blown out your ear drums.

If only he had listened to you, then the two of you wouldn’t be in this mess— you wouldn’t be stranded on some unknown, barren planet deep in the outer rim.

Quick to point a finger, this was entirely Poe Dameron’s doing.

This was all his fucking fault.

“Relax, darling,” Poe assures nonchalantly. You roll your eyes at his endearment, darling. Bastard. Smiles cockily like one too. “Nearest Resistance outpost received our distress signal along with coordinates ’fore we got shot down. At this rate, rescue should be coming in by the next morning.”

You bite your tongue hard, maintaining a steely, scathing gaze at the flickering embers before you. That’s at least twelve hours. Twelve miserable hours with Poe, the very last man you’d want to be stuck with.

Maker, what did you do in your past life to deserve this punishment?

“I’m sure you’ll be perfectly fine sleeping here in the meantime. Think of this as a vacation of sorts. An overnight camping trip. You always did mention wanting to get out of D’Qar for a tiny bit.”

By here, Poe meant the rocky cavern serving as your shelter for the night. Thankfully, he managed to do something correctly, and that was igniting a fire. The sun was dipping behind the horizon at a quickened pace; you could already feel the sharp nip of the wind swirling in the air.

Great. Earlier, you had narrowly avoided dying in a ball of fire. Now, you’re faced with the threat of hypothermia.

Two extremes. Funny how the universe works at times.

“So, are you just gonna give me the silent treatment or what?”

Never mind that. Freezing to death sounded much more appealing than having Poe talk your ear off.

It pisses you off how he’s seemingly amused by the situation. Acting as if he didn’t get your ship shot down, almost killing you in an attempt to prove a point. The only thing Poe confirmed at that moment was how incredibly reckless and arrogant he could be. That, plus you realized how little he cares about your well-being, seeing he was ready to risk your life along with his.

“C’mon, lighten up, Black Two,” Poe spurs as he sits cross-legged on the coarse ground beside you. “At least we made it out alive.”

You recoil at Poe’s sudden nearness, tugging the emergency blanket draped over your body closer. Lucky for you both, you escaped the fiery wreckage with a couple of minor injuries. Some scrapes and bruises. He’s got a busted lip, small cuts along his cheek, and the bridge of his nose.

On the other hand, you were nursing a swollen ankle that was probably more of a sprain than not. Add to that a nasty gash on your forehead and a deep cut to the side. But hey, things could have been much worse.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay. There, there’s your apology,” he offers tartly. “And you can stop with the poutiness now. It doesn’t suit your face, darling.”

Turning to meet Poe’s gaze, you scoff at him. “Seriously? You honestly think saying “I’m sorry” after the shit you pulled up there will magically fix things?”

“Well, it’s a start. No need to get all snippy at me. Case you haven’t noticed, I’m stuck on this lame fucking planet too.”

“Imagine how I feel being stuck with you, jack-ass,” you snark with all the bitterness in your tone.

Poe pauses, then narrows his eyes. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I’m sick and tired of you, Dameron. Always so damn egotistic and condescending. It’s astounding how you made it this far into the war still in one piece.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault those tie-fighters ambushed us out of nowhere, alright? I had it all under control and could have really used your help. But no— instead, you wouldn’t stop bitching about high-tailing outta there. We only had enough fuel for one more jump!”

“And? Being stranded in space and waiting for help makes a shit ton of sense versus going against ten fucking tie-fighters shooting at us all at once.”

Poe huffs out a breath, shaking his head. “If we would have gone with your plan, it would mean aborting the mission and coming back to base empty-handed.”

“I fail to see where you find fault in that, considering what we were up against. But whatever— thanks for nearly getting me killed, by the way. I have nothing else to say to you.”

A pained hiss passes from your clenched teeth as you push yourself back up to your feet. You stagger several yards towards the entrance of the cave, furthering yourself from the warmth of the fire. Cold be damned, you need to get far and away from him. Fast. It’s as if Poe’s very existence repels you. Drives you into a spiraling madness, and it’s no wonder that you hate his guts.

You hate Poe Dameron.

Loathe, despised, detest, and abhor.

Call it whatever the fuck you want, but no word would be enough to describe the amount of resentment you had for him.

This isn’t the first time Poe has gotten under your skin, and it certainly won’t be the last.

Too bad he’s the Resistance’s Golden Boy. Untouchable and could never do wrong. His actions today would be seen as heroic. A brave, brazen move. And if that isn’t the case, then the least Leia would do is give him a mere slap on the wrist and ground him for a day or two.

No harsh punishment for the fleet’s best fighter pilot. Not for Poe. Never for him.

The fate of the galaxy relies on people like him.

What a shame.

What a damn, fucking shame.

“Two.”

Your thoughts are derailed when Poe intones your callsign, cutting through the vast silence with what could be mistaken as sincerity. The urge to snap at him for disturbing your respite is there, but the energy to actually do it has all been depleted.

You’re tired. Exhausted— so fucking exhausted of him that you wanted nothing more than to be left alone in the peace. Why couldn’t he allow you that?

“Come back inside. It’s getting cold out here,” Poe coaxes softly.

You dismiss him with a wave of your hand. Even without checking, you’re well aware that he’s standing there behind you, waiting.

“Kriff, can you stop being stubborn and talk to me for just five seconds?”

Poe doesn’t relent. He never does. He always has to have the last word, the last laugh, everything.

And he’s only this way when he’s with you, for reasons perhaps you may never know.

A heavy sigh fills the empty pause. You barely register the blanket settling across your shoulders until Poe softly calls out your name. Not your callsign like he normally does. But your name. And it flees from his lips in a low whisper, void of any spite or sourness. You’re not used to it— the softness in his voice, the quiet calmness that soon follows.

For a moment, you think there is sincerity this time.

Poe appears in your field of vision, and you swallow thickly. Hate him all you want, but you can never deny how handsome he is. Even you have shamefully indulged a glance at him here and there around the base.

There’s a reason why everyone, at some point or another, has fancied Poe. Bronzed skin, dark café eyes, a smile that’s brighter than the Tatooine suns. If looks could bring the First Order down alone, Commander Dameron would have already forced them to their knees.

“You’re bleeding,” he observes, thick brows knitting in worry. Your gaze shifts from the golden cast on Poe’s face to the laceration on your hip that you’d crudely bandaged up earlier. Blood soaks through your tee, trickling down and staining the earth below. He had previously offered to help you, although you were too angry to allow him. Even if it hurts like a bitch. “I promise to shut up for the rest of the night if you let me patch that up correctly.”

You chuckle mirthfully. “For the rest of the night? Hmm, I don’t know. That seems quite a far-fetched feat for you, Dameron.”

“Try me,” Poe adds with a small smile, and there’s something in the way he looks at you. Something so gentle, sweet. Your eyes flicker back to his, and fuck— Poe is beautiful in this gleaming light.

You mentally shove that final thought into the farthest depths of your head.

“Fine,” you agree slowly. “But if I hear a single peep out of you, I’m tossing you into the fire.”

Poe smirks, nodding. “Copy that.”

You almost tossed him into the fire.

Almost.

Impressively, Poe did keep his mouth close for the first ten minutes or so. He had you lying on your back, cushioned by his jacket spread on the harsh floor. You stared at the stony overhead above as he changed the wrappings on your side with fresh bacta pads from the emergency kit he recovered at the crash site.

Everything was going pretty well. That is until he cleared his throat.

“Please don’t react when I ask you this, but— can you take off your shirt for me?”

Your fist tightens into a ball for a few seconds until you force yourself to relax.

“Why? You can reach the wound fine like this. There’s no need for it to be off.”

Poe exhales a long, weary breath. “Your shirt is getting in the way, Two. I can’t clean this thoroughly with it on; if I don’t, the bacta won’t be enough to stop an infection. Trust me, it’s not going to be pleasant if that happens.”

Your face heats up, and it’s not because of the makeshift fire nearby. The last thing you expected today is Poe seeing you in such an undressed state. Maker, this mission only keeps getting worse and worse, isn’t it?

“Don’t look anywhere you’re not supposed to, got it?” you warn him with a spitfire tone. “If I catch even the slightest glimpse, I will—”

“Yeah, yeah— you’ll toss me into the fire,” Poe finishes your threat as he untwists the bottle cap of the antiseptic solution. “Shirt off, I’ll be quick. Don’t have to worry about me sneaking a peek, darling.”

You strip off your tee with a grunt, Poe coming to assist when he notices you struggling to get it over your head. The airy chill bites at your bare skin instantly. Clad in only a bra, you begin to shiver slightly, arms coming up to shield the upper half of your body from both the stiff breeze and Poe’s view.

Strangely, you aren’t apprehensive about him going against his word. Poe could be an asshole, sure. But he’s not the type to disrespect in that regard. The most you can expect from him is the incessant teasing and flirting— all lighthearted, harmless, and fun (for him, at least).

You haven’t been on the receiving end of it. Not for a while now, no. You remember the time Poe wasn’t a difficult man to deal with. It had been so long ago that you’d forgotten what that was like. Having him around and not wanting to immediately leave his presence. It’s quite hard to believe that such a time had ever existed.

You don’t know what went wrong, why things are the way they are now.

You wonder if it’s too late to fix this. If there’s anything left to salvage when you’re grasping onto a fraying thread. You want things to change, desperately so. But it’s all up to him. It’s all up to Poe.

Poe. His hands are on your body, warm and soft. Gentle in the way he moves them as he mends your injury.

He touches you carefully like you’re made out of glass— fragile and delicate— and you try disregarding the tingling buzz in your veins. How he bites the corner of his bottom lip in concentration, his stray dark locks sweeping against his forehead as he leans in closer. Close enough that his hot breath fans over your skin, and it’s electrifying.

There’s a fleeting moment of you wanting to seek out more. Chasing something that you would not dare to ask. Something that you’re certain would never happen.

Not with Poe.

No— Not here. Not now. Not ever.

“Sorry, again,” you hear Poe say softly as deft fingers secure the new wrapping over your wound. “I-I didn’t mean to hurt you back there. It was fucking stupid of me to even try, and look what happened. I should have listened to you and—”

He stops for a beat and quietly hands you your t-shirt to put back on. There’s a shift in Poe’s demeanor. Gone was his haughty, overly narcissistic self, that unbearable side of him that you’ve known for so long.

This Poe, however— this is all new. Caring, compassionate. Soft and gentle. It’s all new to you. Different and unrecognizable. As unfamiliar as this planet is to you.

Where has this version of Poe been hiding? Because for once, he’s not insufferable.

“I know you don’t like me. I know that once we’re back on D’Qar, you’re going to chew me out in front of the General, and I deserve it,” he continues, guiding you to sit up. “I don’t expect you to forgive me. But what I’m hoping for right now is for you to understand how sorry I am for taking things too far. It wasn’t my intention to put you in harm’s way. It never is.”

A light crackling noise pierces the stillness of the air. The ember glow from the flickering flames dances over Poe’s remorseful features. He regards you with a tender expression, those doe-brown irises of his make your heart thump quicker in your chest.

Surprisingly, you don’t fend off the smile slowly creeping its way across your face. “Now what? Are we calling a truce?”

“I’ll give you a trail mix bar if we do,” Poe beams, pulling out the snack from his jacket pocket and handing it to you. “A peace offering.”

With a half-serious glare, you snatch the trail mix away from him, grumbling, “Were you going to hide this from me the whole time?”

“No, of course not. I was planning on sharing one with you.”

Your brow furrows. “One?”

“Yeah, one,” Poe confirms, taking out a second bar and waving it in the air. “I brought along two just in case.”

“In case we get stranded on a deserted wasteland?”

Laughter bubbles out of him. “In case you and I get hungry during the flight.”

“Well, uh— thanks,” you reply briskly as you tear open the wrapper with Poe mirroring your action.

“See, I’m not all that bad,” he grins broadly, and there’s more truth to the statement than you care to admit.

God, you’re unsure whether you have a concussion or you’re losing your mind. Because one moment, you’re tearing Poe a new one, and the next, he’s sending a flurry of butterflies to the pit of your stomach. You’re confused as hell, nerves a jumbled mess, and you still can’t shake off the feeling of his hands on you— touching you.

Perhaps, it’s neither. Maybe it’s merely you beginning to hate him less.

Impossible, you briefly muse. But what if it isn’t?

“So… truce?” Poe asks whilst chewing, holding out his free hand to you. “Let’s turn a new leaf starting tonight. Look, I like you, Two. I really like you. I guess that’s also why I’ve been tough on you lately.”

Poe mumbles that last bit quickly, and you nearly choke on the bite you’ve taken. Even he’s caught by surprise with his own admission, his eyes widening in disbelief. But before you could question him on that further, he skips around the topic and continues.

“I swear, all the petty arguments end today. I don’t wanna butt heads with you anymore. So, what do you say? Truce?”

You let out a drawn-out sigh, your gaze locking on the hopeful gleam in those big brown eyes of his. He’s like a puppy. Say no, and it’s almost as bad as accidentally kicking it in the face. It wouldn’t hurt to give Poe another chance, right? It shouldn’t. And you pray to whatever higher power there is (or isn’t) that doing this wouldn’t turn out to be a big mistake.

“Okay,” you accept and shake Poe’s hand, not missing the growing curve on his lips. “Truce. No more bullshit, Dameron, or that’s it. I’m out.”

“No more bullshit, scout’s honor,” he upholds. “Now that’s out of the way…”

Oh hell. What now?

“Remember, we declared a truce. No backsies.”

You cross your arms against your chest. “Dameron, what are you talking about—”

“This planet’s atmosphere is shit, okay? Even with the fire here, it’s cold, and we only have one blanket.”

“Are you proposing that we—”

“Sleep together,” Poe declares rather enthusiastically. “Not in that way, obviously. I mean, sleep next to each other. Y’know, to conserve body heat? Keep ourselves as warm and cozy as possible.”

An exasperated groan escapes you. With the way you were rolling your eyes hard, it’s a good thing that it didn’t trigger an aneurysm. “Fucking— fine. You can sleep next to me. But hog the blanket from me, and I will—”

“Don’t have to remind me. Into the fire pit I shall go,” Poe smirks when you nod. “Consider yourself lucky, sweetheart. You’re guaranteed a restful slumber tonight despite the circumstances.”

“And how are you so sure of that?”

“Simple,” he answers, almost braggingly. “I don’t snore.”

You couldn’t come up with a snarky response to that. In fact, you couldn’t come up with any type of response. You’re too absorbed by the thought of Poe snuggling against you, something that would have really peeved you if it had been brought up an hour ago.

And Poe picks up on it, your speechlessness. Your glassy eyes, how your jaw slightly drops as if you had just heard the most absurd joke out of him. But you don’t flat-out deny his suggestion. You don’t have it in you to tell him to fuck off. Nor that the fire is more than enough to keep warm.

Embarrassingly, you wanted it. To feel Poe’s body beside you, surrounded by his radiating warmth. It’s been far too long since you’ve shared a bed with another man. Although this is technically not the same thing, you’re so goddamn touch-starved that sleeping next to Poe isn’t the most awful idea in the world.

Instead, it’s all you could think of— it’s all you need right now.

Fuck, you’re losing your sanity. That’s what it is. You’ve gone crazy after realizing that in less than a day, you’ve gone from hating Poe with every fiber of your being to craving… Well, him.

And you don’t know how to make of it. Whether or not you’ll make it.

Rescue would be coming soon. After dawn, if Poe’s estimations are correct. You could only hope that you’re able to survive through the night to be saved.

Hours have passed, and from what you can see, it’s still dark outside.

You lie restlessly on the rugged terrain in silence. The frigid air sweeping into the cavern leaves you shuddering, and you pull the blanket high under your chin. It’s silent for two or three beats, save for the snap and crackle of the blaze.

Then there’s rustling at your side. Glancing over, you find Poe on his back, one hand behind his head as he lets out a yawn.

“Can’t sleep?” You manage, copying his position so that you’re both staring aimlessly into nothing. “Or are you afraid I might catch you lying about not being a snorer?”

A chuckle rumbles out of Poe. “Hey, I truly don’t snore. If you want, I can provide a list of people that can attest to this.”

“Oh, no, thank you,” you rebuff. “I would assume that list is long, and frankly, I don’t have the patience to go through each name there.”

“Eh, between you and me, it’s really not that long. To be honest, my dick is probably longer—”

“Okaaay, that is TMI, Dameron. Watch it.” You playfully swat at his chest, choking back an incredulous chortle. “But your list being short is kinda hard to believe when there’s all that gossip about you being quite the fuckboy.”

Poe shifts to lie on his side, now facing you. “And you believe them? Those gossips about me?”

Shrugging, you do the same, and you’re suddenly made aware of how close he is to you. “Why? Are they not true?”

“I may flirt like there’s no tomorrow, but the truth is— I haven’t had sex in… months?”

You raise a brow, stunned. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he affirms flatly. “I don’t get a lot of free time, you know? Leia’s been assigning me on missions one after the other. Then there’s those briefings upon my return plus strategy meetings, practice drills, blah blah blah... And when I’m finally done for the day, I barely have the energy to drag myself to the ‘fresher for a shower, let alone fuck someone’s brains out.”

“Huh, guess I was wrong about you,” you admit ruefully. “Sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Poe smiles. He’s quiet as you observe him for a moment, averting his gaze before speaking again. “Not to mention, there’s this girl…”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, we haven’t been on the best of terms. She uh— actually despises me, I’m pretty sure.”

Could he be…? No. He couldn’t. It couldn’t be.

“She despises you?” You gasp in feign astonishment. “I mean, what’s there not to like?”

Poe cracks a breathy laugh at your sarcasm. “Exactly. But really, though— I was a total ass to her. Always picked fights with her over the stupidest shit, and I did it to push her away. Took a while to realize it, but I was falling for her. I still am, and I can’t have that. Not with what’s going on right now.”

“And did it work? Did it stop you from falling any further?”

He shakes his head, his voice a whisper now. “No. It didn’t. It didn’t do a damn thing. Every argument made me want her even more. Mostly because I find it hot and sexy when she gets super mad at me.”

“Gross.” You gently shove Poe’s shoulder, and he catches your hand as you begin to pull away. He holds it loosely at first, allowing you to freely slip out of his grasp should you choose to do so.

You don’t.

You remain still. Unmoving. It’s only Poe who moves after a passing breath, fingers slowly entwining with yours, and you let him. You let him, despite how intimate the gesture is. You aren’t his lover. Hell, you’re barely even friends. The term “enemies” no longer fits for some reason. You couldn’t call yourselves that. Not anymore. Not after his vague confession to you earlier.

“Before, when you said you really liked me, what did you mean by that?”

Your inquiry is met with a faint hum in response. A squeeze to your hand, then Poe releases it. He props himself on an elbow, his eyes melting into yours, and you lose yourself in those dark, endless pools. “You know what it means.”

“Poe—”

“— Can I kiss you?”

The world around you comes to an abrupt standstill. Your lips part to say the first thing your mind could think of, yet there is none.

Poe senses your hesitation. But when he starts to retreat, pretending he never said anything, you say his name in such a tenderness you’ve never done before.

“Yes,” was your answer. A small and straightforward yes— a word that has been teetering on the edge of your tongue as soon as Poe had asked.

Unknowingly, he’d spark a smoldering fire from deep within. The longer he lingers around you, the more it swells into an inferno, its hotness spreading like wildfire throughout your body.

Poe captures your lips in what was initially a chaste kiss, his hand tilting your chin upwards as your eyelids flutter shut. He moves slowly, slower than you anticipated, but it was sweet nonetheless. He kisses you as if time is endless, only stopping when you grab a fistful of his tee and swiftly tug him to settle between your legs.

“Eager, are we?” Poe simpers, watching as you caress the pads of your fingertips along his stubbled cheek.

“I can ask you the same thing,” you cheekily quip when you feel the bulge of his pants on your thigh. “Doesn’t take that much to get you hard, huh?”

“Only ’cause I’m with you, baby.” He shoots you an enticing wink, and heat rushes up to your face and down your core.

You’ve never seen Poe up close like this. Never have you noticed the kind warmth of his eyes. The way they glimmer in the low light reminds you of stars, all dazzling and bright, so full of life even in the midst of a war.

You don’t say it out loud; you’re too proud to admit it. But you could easily get lost while gazing into those eyes.

“A-Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Poe rasps, brows drawing together. “We don’t have to, and I don’t wanna fuck this up right after agreeing to start over and make it all weird—”

You cut Poe’s rambling short by crashing your lips against his, tangling your fingers in the mess of curls on his head. He responds with equal fervor. A fiery passion seeps into the kiss. Evident by the way his tongue slips past your lips, teasing and tasting until he takes the air out of your lungs.

A soft moan breaks free when Poe presses hot, open-mouth kisses down your throat, the sounds of your ragged breaths beating against your ears. “Off,” he directs impatiently, his hands already lifting the hem of your tee.

You’re quick to shed it off for him, snaking a hand to your back to unclasp your bra immediately after. Goosebumps engulf your entire body but no longer is it from the cold. Rather, it’s from the way Poe’s blackened eyes rake over your bareness, setting every inch of you alight in a blistering blaze.

“Like what you see, Dameron?”

Poe doesn’t reply right away. You follow his tipping gaze downwards to your bandaged wound. The curl of his lips falters ever so slightly— weighted guilt is now written all over his face, the sight of it heavy on your heart.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Doesn’t hurt that much anymore,” you soothe, brushing your fingers along the nape of his neck. “Just… be gentle for now, I guess. We can do the rough stuff some other time.”

A charming grin slowly splits Poe’s face, and the flurry in your stomach intensifies. “You’re hoping for a next time, sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes but find yourself unable to retract the statement. Yes, it had been a slip of the tongue, yet it isn’t the furthest thing from the truth.

“I’m hoping for a next time if this goes well,” you clarify as Poe kneels back on his haunches.

The blanket you were tucked underneath slides off his back, exposing you both to the chill of the night. Neither of you make an attempt to pull it up over your bodies. The proximity warded the coldness away.

“Oh, well, in that case, I gotta make sure this will be more than just “well” for you.”

Snorting, you gesture up and down at him. “Getting rid of your clothes would be a great start, don’t ya think?”

“You want me to strip for you, darling? All you had to do was ask nicely.”

Just as you were about to let out a scoff, a breath hitches in your throat. Poe peels away his shirt in one fluid movement, revealing his toned chest, sharp collarbones, and firm abs. You stare without blinking, unabashed. Your mouth goes dry as you graze over the soft and hard planes of his olive skin and muscles.

“Like what you see, Two?” Poe echoes your earlier words with a coy smile.

Your attention drifts down to the trail of hair disappearing into the waistband of his tented trousers. Dizzy and dazed, you wet your lips, and Poe fortunately takes the hint, his eyes never leaving yours as he proceeds to unfasten his pants. Tight black boxers hug his ample hips, the thick outline of his cock straining against the thin fabric of it.

Stars. You really do like what you see.

“I need you, Poe,” you croon, squirming when Poe bends down and cages you in his strong arms. “I need to feel you.”

“Need me, yeah?” Don’t worry, I got you, baby. I got you.”

You arch your back up to him, seeking relief by grinding into his throbbing erection. Doing so elicits a low groan from Poe, whose lips began to light a trail of fire along the valley of your breasts.

Needy moans fill his ears as Poe nips, sucks, and bites at one tender mound while a hand squeezes and kneads the other. He rolls a nipple between his thumb and index finger, sending a fresh wave of arousal coasting through you.

“Prettiest pair of tits I’ve ever seen.” Poe husks, his voice rich, smokey, and smooth. His mouth then descends to your stomach, planting hot kisses all the way down to your bottoms. “Can’t wait to see the rest of you.”

“Hmm… Only see?” You tease with a small quirk on your lips.

He cocks a brow at you, his deft fingers unbuttoning your pants before sliding them down your legs. “Why? You want me to touch you, baby? Want me to taste what’s down here?”

Poe traces your slit through your soaked underwear, purposefully adding only the slightest bit of pressure when he reaches your clit. A moan ripples through the air as he circles it lazily, tantalizingly.

“Look at you, already so wet for me. You want me so badly, huh?”

Keening and mewling at his graveled taunt, the desperation practically drips from you. You’re bucking your lower half towards him without restraint, and he’s flashing you the most shit-eating grin imaginable.

“Fuck. Poe, please… I need—” Your voice catches in your throat. You suck in a gasping breath, completely overwhelmed by the rough scratching of Poe’s five o’clock shadow on your inner thigh.

A sole press of his lips to your clothed pussy, he effortlessly rids your panties, tossing them somewhere behind him. He then dives right back into your sex, spreading your legs wide, and for a split second, he glances up with this look akin to a parched man who finds an oasis in you.

And you’d never forget it. Even if you wanted to— even if you decide that this would just be a one-time thing, you could never forget this entangled moment with him— with Poe.

Poe, whose dilated pupils brimming with lust you couldn’t— wouldn’t— forget. Nor his shallow, shaky exhale as he draws nearer, his steady grip on your hips tightening, digging.

He drags you closer to his mouth and whispers a low, sultry remark. Something along the lines of your pussy smelling so sweet, though you’re not entirely sure of it. You couldn’t be, not when your heartbeat is pounding furiously in your ears. You couldn’t focus on anything other than his nose nudging against your clit, his tongue delving its way inside you, and it has you seeing quite literal stars—

— then, less than a beat later, a whole fucking supernova.

Two fingers much thicker than your own slowly stretch you open. Poe’s name comes out of you as a trembling plea, and the cocky bastard finds amusement in your reaction. He peers at you through thick lashes, his knuckle-deep, beckoning digits working your cunt, tongue flicking and swirling around your swollen clit.

Tugging at his hair harshly, you writhe under Poe’s ministrations, and it forces him to adjust his hold on you. He has your hips roughly pinned down, eating you out vigorously until your toes curl and your legs shake in pure ecstasy.

Poe brings you to climax faster than anyone has ever had. Including yourself. It has your body quivering beneath him uncontrollably, firing up white jolts of pleasure into every nerve ending within you. Your vision is hazy and unfocused, muscles weak and feeble. The only movement you have enough strength to do is reach down to meekly tap on Poe’s arm as he laps at your dripping pussy.

“You enjoy yourself, sweetheart?” he says, voice an octave lower yet full of smugness. “Seems like you did.”

You hum softly, taking in how Poe looks kneeling between your thighs. Desire pools in your belly again as your heavy-lidded eyes rake over his face appreciatively. His chin glistens with your juices. He darts his tongue out to lick his reddened lips, and you have to swallow a moan as he lifts his fingers— the very same fingers that fucked you to the point where you swear you’d pass out— up to his mouth and sucks them clean. Poe makes a show of it, too, closing his eyes in delight and groaning at the taste.

And you wonder what he exactly thinks of it— how divine you taste. Does he think you’re sweet on your tongue? Tangy? You don’t need to ask if he liked it, of course. The cock twitching in his garments tells you all that you need to know. And fuck, if Poe is that good with merely his hands and his mouth, you could only imagine how mind-blowing it might be once he’s inside of you.

Pushing yourself to sit up, you ignore the spark of pain shooting up your side. Poe quickly notices your discomfort and gently urges you to lay back down, looming over you. “But I wanna—”

He silences you with a searing kiss, tasting your own essence lingering on his tongue as it glides against yours. You palm Poe through his boxers and revel at how stiff and big he is. You wish that he would let you take care of him the way he took care of you.

“Shhh, don’t worry about it. It’s okay,” Poe mumbles breathlessly as your fingers dip under the edge of the final article of clothing separating the two of you. “Next time, baby. I promise. I’ll let you suck on my dick once we’re back home. Until then, I’m gonna make sure that you stay warm all night long…”

Poe hungrily devours your mouth once more, helping you pull his underwear the rest of the way off. You tear yourself away from the kiss and drag your eager gaze down to the rigid length poking at your hip. You had no doubt that his cock would be as gorgeous as the rest of him, but it was much, much more than what you pictured in your mind.

Thick, long, with a delicious slight curve to it. Your mouth instinctively waters at the sight. You know it would be reaching places deep in you that haven’t been touched in so long. It’ll leave you a soreness lasting for one or two days, maybe even more if he really does fuck like a god, or so the gossips would have it. You don’t doubt that either— you wholeheartedly believe in it already.

A gasp erupts from Poe’s throat when you seize his erection, your fingers barely closing around the girthiness of him. He’s hot and heavy in your palm, and you stroke him nice and slow, smearing the slick precum leaking from the tip all over his veiny shaft.

Nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, you bask in the pretty noises Poe makes right under your ear. You jerk him faster now. Your fist constricts around him as he pants heavily into your skin, reducing the always-headstrong and mouthy Poe Dameron into a mess of grunts and moans.

And you like it. You like seeing him this way— absolutely wrecked by the touch of your hand.

“S-Stop, stop,” he chokes out, covering your hand with his own and abruptly stilling your actions. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep it up. Gotta feel that pretty pussy of yours before that happens. Fuckin’ need to be inside you first, baby.”

Poe sucks at your pulse point, and you wordlessly nod through the haze of euphoria. The rise and fall of your chest hasten as you watch him grip his member and glide it along your drenched folds, coating himself with your shining wetness. You roughly claw your fingernails on his back and roll your hips. The blunt head of his cock slips upwards, crashing into your clit, and you have to forcefully bite down on your lip to stifle a scream.

“Don’t hold back those sounds, beautiful. You don’t have to worry about being heard. It’s only me here. It’s only us.”

“No more teasing. Please, Poe. Please…” you beg and beg, glossy eyes connecting with his hooded ones. Though the remnants of your high have ebbed away, you’re still tense— wound up like a tight little spring. The knot in your stomach waits to be uncoiled. An unraveling not possible without the feeling of him moving in and out of you. “Just fuck me, baby. Get in me now and fuck me, Poe. Make me feel good.”

There’s a flicker of something carnal crossing Poe’s face, and you catch it for a flitting second until you follow his lust-clouded gaze as it falls to the hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He’s leaned in close to you, his warm breath tickling your heated skin as he lines himself up with your entrance. Your pulse beats in your temples; beads of sweat pebble your forehead, and the blood in your veins simmer hot at him finally pushing in, leaving you gasping for air.

“S-shit…” Poe growls, slowly sinking into your cunt. It’s a burning stretch as he enters, the tight wet heat of your walls fluttering to accommodate the thickness of him. You hike your leg around his waist, shifting the angle, and he plunges in even deeper, fully bottoming out. “Fuck— baby, you’re squeezing me so hard. God, your pussy feels fucking amazing around my dick. G-gimme a sec, sweetheart. I-I need a sec— just… hang on…”

Breathing harshly through his nose, Poe strains to maintain some semblance of control, jaw setting taut and eyes screwing shut as he holds you still. His calloused fingers are digging into the flesh of your hips, marking you with bruises purple and blue.

You clench around him even though you’re trying your damndest best not to. You want to last—want him to last, but you couldn’t help it. Never have you had a cock like his buried in you. It’s almost laughable how cockdrunk you are even when he hasn’t done much except touch the deepest depths of your pussy.

“You alright, darling?” Poe checks, running his thumb gently across your cheek. His voice is much softer, much more intimate. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No. Quite the opposite, actually,” you purr as you crane your neck to kiss him languidly, feeling his smile.

Soon, you’re rocking your pelvis shallowly into Poe, encouraging him to move. He lets out a broken moan at the sensation. He hooks his arm under your leg to grant himself better leverage, dropping his head to your shoulder, and begins thrusting in and out, then in and out.

Before requesting him to be gentle, you’d expect Poe— and yes, you’ve thought about what he was like in the sack, mainly because everyone did— to be frantic, brutal, and punishing. Mercilessly fuck you to a reckless oblivion. The bunk-breaking type of romp that would have immensely pissed off those living in proximity to your quarters.

This isn’t that. This isn’t what you had imagined, not for the very first time, at least. Poe’s pounding into you at a steady and smooth pace. It’s tender and gentle and slow, hitting all the right spots and a part of you believes that this is more than just a simple fuck for him. This is him showing that he does care about you. That he’s sorry for the constant fights and regrets being an asshole to you, for hurting you.

This is genuine— meant to be something much more profound. To convince you that you’re worth more to him than he had led you to think.

Once again, your assumptions about him have been proven wrong. Poe truly isn’t the man you thought you had all figured out.

And you start believing in it. You accept it from the way Poe holds you close, his chest flushed against yours as he whispers sweet praises into the shell of your ear. He’s gazing down at you with this dreamy, yearning look on his face, the kind that makes your heart swell and your cunt grips him like a vice. His soft groans blend harmoniously with your pitchy moans, and they meld with the wet sounds of skin on skin, echoing all throughout.

It’s beautiful. It’s obscene. Sensual, steamy, and provocative. You wanted more, needed more direly. You’re so close, dangerously teetering on the brink of another shattering orgasm. Poe is determined to push you over the edge a second time, staving off his own release until you reach yours.

Your hands rove down Poe’s perspiring back, fingers lightly dancing along his spine before cupping the generous curves of his ass. A smirk tugs at Poe’s at the corner of his lips when you knead the fleshy cheeks into your palms possessively. You don’t have to tell him how much you love his derriere. You make no effort to hide your appreciation as you grope and massage him, catching his mouth in a feverish kiss that has your senses reeling.

“F-Fuck, Poe—I’m co- I’m coming…”

The heels of your feet replace your wandering hands, digging into Poe’s ass and urging him to fuck you faster, harder, deeper. And he complies so easily, hips snapping at a more frenzied pace as he brings his fingers down to rub at your clit. You toss your head back, quickly losing yourself to the overwhelming friction dragging against your slick walls, the ache in your core growing and spreading and burning. A fire scorching hot on the verge of being extinguished.

And when it does— when you fall apart at last— you dissolve into an all-consuming crescendo of pleasure. The pressure that has been building and building and building with each heavy slam of his cock suddenly snaps, triggering shockwaves to burst outwards.

At that moment, Poe is all that exists in the world. Nothing else mattered. Nothing but his touch, his scent, his voice. You barely realize how he’s riding out your climax for as long as he could, suppressing his desire to let go just to take in the way you crumble underneath him. For him.

You grow limp, boneless, and sate as the blissful quakes start to subside, your velvet walls pulsing and clamping down on Poe, whose control has now wholly slipped away.

“Where…shit— W-Where do you want it?” Poe sputters out, balls smacking against your pussy as his rhythm becomes messy, sloppy, and erratic. “W-Where?”

“Inside,” you croak before a strangled whimper tears from your throat at his fervent thrusts. “Come in me, Poe. It’s okay, do it, baby. I want you to come inside me—”

With one final piercing shove, Poe’s body goes rigid, spilling thick hot ropes of his cum deep inside you. You feel the warmth of it gushing into your spasming sex as you milk him dry and he’s stuttering forward, slowly pushing his seed as far as he can. His face contorts, eyes squeezing tightly shut and mouth slacking open to set free a wanton moan in the shape of your name.

The two of you are breathless. Spent, sticky, and sweaty as you regain steady heart rates and the oxygen in your lungs. Poe eventually pulls out his softening member and slumps to the side, careful not to crush you below. You whine at the loss of him— at the loss of his fullness that leaves you hollow and raw.

A warm mixture of his release and your juices dribbles out of you, cooling on your inner thighs. You don’t have it in you to wipe yourself up, and when Poe tries to after a minute, you wrap your arms around his neck and lock him in an embrace.

“Don’t,” you quietly plead with a soft kiss on his lips. “S’alright, just… stay.”

And stay, Poe does. He spoons you from behind, an arm draped over your waist while his legs tangled with yours. Poe nestles his face into your damp hair, his breath tickling the back of your neck as you hold his hand and twine your fingers together.

“Didn’t peg you as a cuddler, Two,” he murmurs dozily. “I like it.”

“Gotta preserve the heat, right?” You return cheekily, snuggling deeper into him as his warmth envelopes you.

This is nice, you muse. This feels nice.

You suppose that you like it, too.

Exhaustion washes over you. The stillness of the cavern, the crackling of the flames, and the calming sound of Poe’s exhales all lull you to sleep. You don’t know how long you’ll have until the sun rises and it’s daylight outside. Nor do you have any clue on what awaits you and him other than your rescue.

You’re overthinking everything again.

As if he could hear it happening, Poe tightens his arm around you, his nose grazing along the back of your shoulder before pecking a light kiss there.

“Sleep, sweetheart. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

This time, you listen.

And despite the lack of a comfy bed, you drift into the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in a while with Poe by your side.

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Hi! I saw your post on telling Americans to vote, and I was wondering what you think of posts from people from other parts of the world who are calling Americans evil for voting for Biden because of his support for Israel. I've seen a few already. They seem to be completely convinced that Americans deliberately voted for Biden specifically to side against Palestine and no other reason, and spread the general (pretty ignorant and hateful) message of "Americans are evil because of the actions of their government and because they collectively refuse to vote for a president who is good and not simply 'the lesser of two evils'". It frustrates me because they seem to think they're experts on US politics, culture, and society and have all the answers, but it also makes me concerned because it reminds me of the whole Russian bot thing from last time. Like, I'm 99% sure the people reblogging these posts aren't Russian bots (don't know about the OPs though), and they unquestioningly believe this. What do you think of this and how would you go about addressing this issue? Do you think it's possible to get them to understand how little they actually know about the US and how they're actually promoting a message that makes things worse for everyone? I've also seen less scathing posts that are just disheartened and don't seem to believe the democrats are truly better to vote for than the republicans and so it's just two sides of the same coin. To be fair, I think that sort of feeling is only further encouraged because there didn't really seem to be much if any progress made with Biden, not even back to square one after Trump moved the country so far backwards. I think most Americans really wish the elections actually had good candidates and they could pick the best of two goods, but are frustrated and stuck with the current system and don't know how to actually get to the point where there are good candidates. (Though personally I think voting for the one who isn't actively trying to make themselves a king with unlimited terms is a decent start. I can understand the frustration though.)

Hi! Thanks for the ask. This stuff worries me too. I've gotten comments on my posts like that too, telling me/other Americans that we're evil for voting for Biden.

But I've seen a much larger number of comments and posts from people outside the United States BEGGING us to vote for Biden. I literally get tags like that on my posts EVERY DAY urging Americans to vote blue. So I think that's valuable context, even if it doesn't solve the problem of the "I hate everybody who votes for Biden" crowd.

And yes, it's definitely a shitty argument on their part to claim that people voting for Biden are specifically siding against Palestine. Literally every single person I know in real life and online who plans to vote for Biden has been criticizing and protesting his policies on Palestine.

In terms of convincing the anti-voters that they're wrong, honestly, I don't know. They don't listen to reason and they seem intent on spreading despair. Some of Biden's policies have been terrible (Willow oil-drilling project), some of them have been downright evil (military aid to Israel), but I'm a rational person and I know that Trump is worse in every respect.

I've tried debating them. It's been pointless every time. They genuinely don't know how the government works, which scares me. Common takes include: 1) a genuine lack of awareness of how pro-Israel Trump and the right wing are, combined with magical thinking that a virtually unknown third party candidate can win the presidential election, 2) truly impressive mental gymnastics blaming Biden for the overturn of Roe v. Wade, and 3) continuing the mental gymnastics to blame Biden and the Democrats for anti-trans policies...

I guess my advice is to either ignore them and move on, or debunk things when you have time/energy? It's easier said than done, I know. There's nothing more annoying than someone being stupid on the internet, especially when they accuse you of stuff that just isn't true, and especially when they're spreading dangerous misinformation or voter-suppression rhetoric.

Like you, I'm highly suspicious of anyone who advocates AGAINST voting, or against voting blue. And I agree, many of these people are not bots, like you said, but I call them useful idiots, because they're doing the bots' work for them.

The one thing you said that I'm going to push back on is "there didn't really seem to be much if any progress made with Biden." Biden's actually made lots of progress on a variety of issues, and reversed some of Trump’s damage, it just doesn't get a lot of fanfare and it’s unfortunately happening at the same time as Republican gains in state legislatures and while they control the Supreme Court. But Biden and his administration have:

• invested billions in green architecture and clean energy, including making sure federal investments benefit low-income communities

• introduced new fines for companies' methane emissions

• introduced a plan to cut the federal government's greenhouse gas emissions by 65% by 2030 (that includes the military, which is a huge emitter)

• passed a huge bill for improving the country's infrastructure, including bridges, roads, broadband and more

• introduced first-ever national strategy on gender equality and equity and pushed Congress to pass the Equal Rights Amendment

• fought for women's reproductive rights after the overturn of Roe v. Wade

• put more women, people of color, and women of color on the federal bench than any of his predecessors combined

• nominated Kentaji Brown Jackson as the first Black woman to serve on the Supreme Court

• boosted funding to historically Black colleges

• ordered the DOJ to end the use of private prisons by the federal government

• pardoned thousands of people convicted on federal marijuana charges

• created a White House office of gun violence prevention

• passed the Respect for Marriage Act, guaranteeing federal rights and benefits for same-sex couples

• rolled out a series of actions to protect the rights and safety of the LGBTQ+ community, including protecting queer and trans foster youth, improving access to mental health services, and addressing the rise in hate crimes

• challenged discriminatory state bans against gender-affirming care and trans athletes

• called to support trans youth in State of the Union address and restored the White House tradition of recognizing Pride Month

• changed passport rules so that people can obtain a passport with no gender marker

• examined efforts by each federal agency to advance LGBTQ+ rights around the world

• reversed Trump's transgender military ban

• protected the rights of incarcerated trans people

• forgave billions in student debt, repeatedly, and introduced penalties for college programs that trap students in debt

• slashed bank overdraft fees

• expanded guaranteed overtime pay for millions of people

• made union-busting harder

• prevented discriminatory mortgage lending

• made efforts to expand the child tax credit, which could lift hundreds of thousands of children out of poverty

• cracked down on agriculture monopolies to support farmers and small businesses

• made it so the government is going to start taking drug companies' patents away if they don't make affordable drugs

• made over-the-counter birth control pills available for the first time

• lowered the cost of hearing aids and expanded access to them

• spent millions of dollars on students' mental health

• reversed discriminatory healthcare rules

• reinvigorated cancer research

• announced plans to replace all leaded pipes in the next ten years as well as combatting lead exposure abroad

• changed rules for how people can get aid after disasters so they can get more protection and immediate payments more easily

• introduced new data privacy rules protecting people from tech companies

• pushed the federal government to monitor AI risks

• maintained steadfast support for Ukraine in the face of Russian aggression

• maintained steadfast support for Taiwan in the face of Chinese intimidation

• strengthened ties with allies in Asia and the Pacific Islands

• pledged climate change assistance to low-lying Pacific Island countries

• literally IMMEDIATELY after being elected, Biden fortified DACA, rejoined the Paris Agreement, and ended Trump's discriminatory "Muslim ban", ended the Keystone XL Pipeline and fossil duel development in wildlife monuments, (same as last link) rejoined the WHO, strengthened COVID-19 response measures on a variety of fronts, re-included non-citizens in the U.S. census, and passed executives orders on racial equity in the federal government

And I'm sure there's more I left out.

There are also things Biden does that literally don’t make the news, but matter a lot, like funding the Postal Service, and continuing to have a State Department so we can conduct overseas diplomacy (Trump tried to defund the USPS and wants to purge the State Department and fill it with loyalists).

#asks #US politics #Biden administration #I'm planning to make an even more comprehensive post at some point #my post

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thecuriousquest · 2 months

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Death by Chocolate

Yan!Karma Akabane x Fem!Reader

TW: Yandere themes, NSFW (mentions of physical/mental abuse), 18+ characters, college setting, poisoning

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He holds a chocolate up to your lips for you to take. “Come on. Let’s get some food into you. Your skinny enough as it is. I’m gonna need you to just cooperate, or things can get a little bit rough for you. I know you don’t want that. Come on. Be a good girl for me.”

You part your quivering lip, chaffing your bound wrists behind your back as you shift uncomfortably. A tear slips down your cheek as he places the chocolate treat on your tongue. You resist the urge to bite his fingers, remembering the metallic in your mouth when he backhanded you for something similar.

“That’s a good girl!” he beams at you, acting as if you’re a child who just took her first steps.

You chew it, and you note the rich mocha and milk chocolate flavors infused in the truffle. There’s something else however. Something you can’t quite place. It’s more bitter than the mocha.

You furrow your brow as you swallow it down. What is that strange sensation numbing your tongue?

“Ah, I bet you taste it, huh? You’re making that face like you’re trying to figure out what you just ate. Feeling a little light headed yet? Feeling like your throat’s dry?”

Weary eyes meet his bright ones, his smile never wavering, your lower lip still quivering like a released bow.

“What did you feed me, Karma?”

“Oh, just something I whipped up from home ec. Sensei taught us a lot about making desserts. You know he has a sweet tooth. I might have added a little something just to sweeten the deal, though. What you just ingested, my love, is a fatal poison that will have you dead in…oh, three minutes.”

Your mouth feels parched, and it’s not because of what he just revealed to you.

“Now, here’s the antidote,” he informs you as he holds up the tiny vial. “Tell me you love me, and I’ll give it to you. You wouldn’t rather die than say it, right? I mean, there has to be some form of intelligence in that tiny brain of yours.”

Another tear trails down your cheek. You hate him so much with a burning passion that you’re honestly thinking about letting yourself die, but your self-preservation kicks in, and you at least want some form of control over things if you’re going to end your own life. Death by chocolate isn’t how you want to go out.

Looking down at the floor, you gulp down a slew of vile things to scream at him. “I love you.”

“Look at me and say it again. Tell me who you love.” He rests his elbow on his knee, propping his chin up in the palm of his hand as he looks at you with those soul eating eyes.

“I love you, Karma.” It’s easier to say if you get it over with quickly, but the taste it leaves in your mouth is just as bitter as the poison he fed you.

“That’s a good girl. I love you too.” He reaches out and pets your head.

Uncapping the vial, he lets the antidote fill your mouth, and you cringe at the awful taste.

“Yeah, I know it tastes kind of gross. I could always give you more chocolate to wash it out.”

You give him a scathing look. “That’s not funny.”

He only laughs at you. “Lighten up. You really need to work on your sense of humor.” He lifts you up off the ground and unties your wrists. “Don’t even think about trying to fight me. I’ll win. You know I will.”

What can you do against one of the top martial artists in your class? He’s a skilled assassin, an amazing fighter. Cunning as always. You saw it today. He tried to kill you for all of the things you’ve said to him in the past, he would have let you die if you didn’t give in just this once.

To avoid being hurt, you let yourself give in just one more time as he pulls you into an embrace on the couch.

“I won’t fight you, Karma,” is your curt reply.

But you want to fight him. You want to fight him so badly, but you’re so tired of being hurt physically and emotionally by him. If he’s not pinning you down and verbally assaulting you, emotionally degrading and manipulating you with the cruelest of smiles plastered on his face, then he’s beating you with the same carefree grin.

God, how you hate him. You hate him so much that you can’t help your hands curling around the lapel of his jacket.

If only…if only you were as strong as him or even Nagisa, then maybe things would be okay, maybe things would be different.

#yandere #triggering content #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #triggering themes #yandere x darling #yandere themes #assassination classroom #yandere assassination classroom #yandere karma akabane #karma akabane #karma assassination classroom

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mikavlcs · 1 year

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Blonde

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Summary: Despite being opposites, your and Wednesday’s relationship is great. There’s only one problem: you’re not very smart.

Warnings: you’re stupid, a (bad) attempt at comedy, ooc!wednesday but you guys should be used to that

Word count: 1.1k

Notes: someone asked for a story about a dumb, bubbly reader, i tried my best to deliver. so i hope the anon that requested this enjoys<3

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Wednesday had never understood the phrase “opposites attract.”

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She understood what it meant in a scientific context. Two like magnetic poles repel each other but opposite poles attract. Thus is the Force of Attraction. But she could never grasp what the laws of magnetism had to do with romantic relationships.

Until she met you.

She was introduced to you, rather hesitantly on her part, by Enid. You and Enid were twin flames, two peas in a pod, soul sisters—and all the other stupid phrases Enid used to describe your bond.

You and Enid were inseparable which meant that you were virtually inescapable for Wednesday.

And she hated it at first—hated you, at first. You were similar to Enid personality-wise, but somehow you managed to be even more bubbly and upbeat than her living rainbow of a roommate.

Wednesday couldn’t stand the way you were always smiling, always waving at and greeting people in the halls or the quad. She despised the way you always complimented everyone around you, including Wednesday. She loathed the fact that your giggles were a constant presence in her life now. And most infuriatingly, she hated the fact that nothing she ever said could phase you.

None of her subtle jabs, scathing insults, or even her most vile threats could dampen your spirits. You were unbreakable in your vivaciousness and in a weird way, she respected that.

But over time, Wednesday came to realize that it wasn’t hatred that brewed in her gut whenever you smiled at her. It wasn’t disgust that painted her cheeks a nearly imperceptible shade of red when you complimented her.

No, it was something else. Something downright reprehensible.

Wednesday…liked you.

She was positively repulsed at first (and to a degree, she still was) but she begrudgingly accepted these feelings and even embraced them when you confessed to experiencing the same terrible affections for her.

So over the months, she got used to your cheerfulness. She adapted to your compliments, your hugs, handholding, cheek kisses, and all the other sickening forms of affection you showed her.

(She would never, under any circumstances admit it, but she dared to say that she even began to enjoy them. Disgusting.)

The only problem she had was that you were…well…not the smartest. Like, at all.

It honestly astounded Wednesday how inept you could be at times. One time in class the teacher was showing a documentary about cavemen and about twenty minutes in, you leaned over and whispered, “How did they get the cameras back there if they hadn’t been invented yet?”

Wednesday could only stare.

She had been cooking with you once, teaching you how to make a traditional Addams family recipe and it called for a pinch of salt. You turned and, completely serious, asked, “Do the measurements of a pinch vary by hand size?”

It was one of the very few times in her life that Wednesday had been rendered completely speechless.

There were other, smaller things you said in passing sometimes that baffled her.

“Wednesday, if you eat peanuts really fast it tastes like peanut butter!”

“Hey, Wen, wouldn’t it be cool if Halloween was on Friday the 13th this year?”

“Wednesday, how do the birds not get confused during daylight savings time?”

It was truly mystifying.

Wednesday couldn’t help but wonder if her insults only never affected you because you simply didn’t understand them.

Surprisingly though, your intellectual inferiority was not a deal breaker for Wednesday. She usually prided herself on not wasting her time with what she deemed the lesser of her species, but with you it was different.

She would even say that, at times, she found it…somewhat cute.

(She shivered in despair the first time she caught herself mentally using that revolting word. The effect you had on her was truly disparaging.)

But that didn’t stop it from being bewildering and even worrying at times, no matter how comical it could be.

Wednesday figured that she would one day happen upon you endangering your life in some way—not on purpose, but because you simply didn’t even realize that you were doing something unsafe.

And, well, she was right.

Saturdays were quickly becoming Wednesday’s favorite day of the week.

The two of you had a tradition where you would go to the Weathervane every Saturday morning for a coffee outing then spend the rest of the day in Jericho together. You insisted on calling them “Saturday coffee dates” which Wednesday never approved of, but she didn’t have the heart to tell you to stop.

Like usual, Wednesday went to pick you up from your dorm but, unlike usual, you didn’t answer.

A pang of worry crept up in her stomach, but she pushed it down, deciding to search your dorm to see if you were around anywhere. And indeed, you were.

She found you in the small dorm kitchen. You looked to be fiddling with something—a toaster maybe—and Wednesday went to greet you but you moved over, granting her full view of what was happening. Wednesday’s eyes widened at the sight before her.

You were trying to get something out of the toaster…with a metal fork.

Wednesday immediately ran over and snatched the fork out of your hands. “What are you doing?”

“I-My toast is stuck. I was trying to get it out,” you explained slowly, glancing back and forth between Wednesday and the toaster.

“With a fork?!” She nearly shouted.

“…Yes?” You sounded genuinely perplexed by the panic Wednesday was displaying. Wednesday heaved a sigh.

“Listen,” she began slowly, “you can’t put metal in the toaster because it could cause a short circuit. If that happens, you will get an electric shock or even start a fire. It is extremely dangerous.”

Your eyes widened in realization, mouth dropping open as you leaned your head back. “Ohhhh, yeah I forgot about that.”

Wednesday said nothing, her disbelieving gaze boring into you. You shrunk.

“I-um, thank you. For stopping me,” you sputtered and looked away, cheeks darkening in shame. Against her will, Wednesday’s demeanor softened.

“You’re welcome. Now, how about you leave that,” she looked pointedly at the toaster, “here and I will buy you something to eat at the Weathervane.”

You brightened up instantly. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t serious about it.”

Wednesday felt her lips tug upwards at the way you clapped in excitement.

“Let’s go!” you squealed, your prior shame forgotten as you dragged Wednesday out of the kitchen by the hand.

Wednesday noted how you didn’t drop her hand once you entered the hall, instead interlacing your fingers together while you gleefully greeted every student that passed. The smaller girl was busy glaring at the people you greeted (a balancing act) when you looked back at her.

“I know I’m not the brightest knife in the drawer, but you still love me,” you giggled as you skipped down the halls, swinging your intertwined hands happily.

Wednesday couldn’t even bring herself to correct you.

#fun fact: that halloween line is something i’ve actually said #yes i’m also stupid #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams imagine #jenna ortega

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popponn · 4 months

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things about sae.

it's sae's turn in my brain microwave. i want to understand you, underlashes senior. headcanons +observation+ rambling. spoilers, will be updated as time goes on.

scathing, mean af vocabs. pretty rude even as a child. but compared to rin, his cursing seems to be much tamer.

is REALLY focused on soccer. but also said in the character interview to not "only be able to/focus on soccer like him".

but in his introduction to u20 shows that he seems to value someone who goes all in to soccer. and it's kind of in line with the things he "admits" and chided. example a: shidou and isagi being individuals who are undeniably soccer obsessed (though on isagi's case as they haven't even talk, if i remember correctly, this might be more because of isagi's way of winning through "making use of luck"). example b: things he said in the u20 introduction in response to sendou.

headcanonish but this guy is giving me "burnout gifted child" vibe with all the prodigal status, expectations, and being hit in the face by the world. like what are you. are you satisfied by marina??????

there are few moments where he displays something that is pretty close to 'praise', but say it not to the related person/group himself. (i.e. his thoughts of blue lock in locker room, his comment about "dont switch out any of the u20 member".)

like is he being not nice on purpose????? honestly probably. headcanonish, but if seeing his way of giving comments to rin pre-spain, it's been like that since he was little. (i will check rin's ln again later)

in contrast to rin having "natural luck", this guy seems to more " making/seeking luck". but idk yet, with only ice cream sticks as clues. sae backstory and ln spin off when.

his eyes during the confrontation with rin in that snowy night are pretty expressive. but since visual cues leave a really wide room for interpretation + bllk tendency to subvert things, i will not comment. but honestly i really agree with the sentiment that sae was hurt by rin's words, but in the end the discouragement seems to come more from a place of "i don't want you to get hurt so just go home and don't play soccer anymore" (very very hc and more of an interpretation, as sae's pov is still non existent)

aka yeah, this guy is shit at displaying concern and any sort of care. headcanon but. do you see the vibe??? with rin???? like it's similar. what is this genetic.

simple fashion, but pretty trendy and chic(?).

this guy seems like a family guy who misses his family a lot. (please make up soon with your lil bro)

watches chibi maruko chan. has habits that genuinely reminds me of old people (drinking tea, looking at sea, thinking of family).

people at blue lock think of him as someone who seems to be good at study, but looking at the pattern of hyperfocused people in blue lock it either goes two way: a) his skill at everything else is questionable at best, abysmall at worst ; b) he is an all-rounder indeed.

but then again there is also the third type aka "good at football, still functional at everything except communication and emotional management skill".

his way of talking in jp is, to put it simply, pretty casual like guys his age. the thing that are the rudest part of it was his choice of words and the fact that he seems to talk like this to everyone. even his elder. and also the way he is very blunt in expressing his opinion.

but somehow that bluntness is gone when it came to showing vulnerable emotions. talk about emotional constipation.

if his character interview is reliable and unbiased, as it is from sae's own pov, his relationship with his parents seems okay.

genuinely wondering about his parents' canon response to his and rin's cold war.

does he even have friends. no like seriously.

his brother and him are really similar in many ways. rin is probably copying him in some ways tho—that, or rin's own issues. or sae's own issues.

please just make up with your brother. (2)

after spain his bang is gone. as in he just pushed them up. in u20 it still went down sometimes in a few panels.

he likes numbers. maybe he really is smart.

genuinely looking at him like "please get a hobby" not even as an insult but out of genuine concern. this dude has so many issues and the burnout child prodigy vibe is real strong with this one.

but not fully his fault. pretty much live alone overseas, probably with no friends his age and just a manager as his support system, went through a crisis, is a (probable) family loving guy with his family far away from him, then came home to his beloved lil bro he spoiled and dotted on and shared a dream with saying hurtful things to him on his lowest point. and not supporting his new decision and dream. from sae's pov, it's brutal.

i can defend rin on this too tho. honestly please talk to each other, itoshi bros. or acknowledge that maybe neither of you were in not in the best state of mind during that confrontation.

seems logical and he does likes numbers. but honestly, he just acts as he wants—look at how he talks to journalist, how he has 0 hesitation to leave an ongoing match.

went to spain at 13 according to rin's spin off novel. also mentioned to "hate to lose" and seems to be a strict perfectionist.

must be noted however that how rin sees him seems to be very biased. a bit of rin analysis/hc, but there seems to be "putting nii chan on a pedestal" going on there. how their childhood truly is from sae's perspective is still unknown. on rin's part tho, seems to be a very nice period.

is rich. so the snobby rich condescending guy aura is probably not that far from the truth. his sense of money seems to be a mess, as a few hundred millions is a small amount for him.

this guy seems to be picky with who he respects and he really doesn't hold back in disrespecting someone he doesn't. even higher ups and older people.

does skincare canonly.

doesn't seem to have friends so far...? (nel arc, before pxg match) but if we look at how rin is now, unsurprising.

in rin's novel, rin's physique is mentioned to be "better" than sae's actually. with how "rin wins in luck" while sae "loses" motive exist through the ice cream sticks, probably this motive will come up again when sae appears again.

#not exactly but still a #character study #itoshi sae #putting this here for a bit #why are bllk guys so funny when ur brain is not simping for them #babblings #sae hurry up and come back i still don't get you that much ngl #rin is mentioned A LOT because 1) brothers 2) most of the source came from him #getting this out of my draft and maybe i should make a tag for this sort of rambles #poponing

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confusedgull · 10 months

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About Dante and Ishmael...

I genuinely love how Dante and Ishmael seem to be on the same wave length, and they value her opinion alot, as compared to the other sinners. Honestly, I feel like Ishmael and Gregor are the closest to Dante on the bus, with Ishmael been given alot of moments to show how much they trust her judgement and words.

Like back in Canto 2, when they lost the luck to the slot machine with Don, Ishmael's scathing remark had hurt Dante the most. No one else has come close to criticizing Dante so directly ever since (except if you count the insult in the mirror dungeon).

But then in Canto 3 when Dante spoke about mounting their clockhead on a wall after every thing was over(and questions about what exactly Dante was/is and if they're considered a person were brought up) or when Guido asked Dante to step forward as a sacrifice to let the sinners go, Ishmael stepped up to chastise them and show disappointment at the suggestion of Dante being anything less than a person. Even Heathcliff went directly into wanting to deal with Guido but Ishmael turned to Dante first and formost.

Then in Canto 4, Dante agreeing with Ishmael to fight against the drones to save civilians (also smth similar in Canto 3 where Outis wanted to keep charging ahead but Dante heeded Ish's suggestion to fall back) and more notably Ishmael being faster than Outis in going to protect Dante and then them restoring Ishmael even before they could die (unlike what they usually do due to the pain that they endure with raising the Sinners)

All in all, with Canto 5 and Ishmael being in the spotlight, I wonder how much her trust is going to be tested, how will Dante react to honestly one of the most trusting, straightforward Sinner they know questioning them and their actions more than everyone else. Will Dante's answers and judgement be satisfactory to her, and how will Ishmael be by the end of her Canto? Will she be similar to Yi Sang and open up more, accept that she can't completely ever move on from their past and live while throwing it on the back burner of her mind, or will she revert to smth alot more quiet and reserved (not a complete change in personality, just not the same anymore).

Lots of thoughts about Ishmael and Dante's companionship (I won't say friendship but they're close, kinda like Dante and Meursault. It's that trust that runs deep without knowing too much about one another or being too friendly)

#Ishmael lcb #lcb analysis #dante limbus company #lcb #canto v #limbus company #Dante and Ishmael best coworkers tbh #Ishmael better get promoted once Dante gets their head back #Ish becomes Dante's right hand man alongside Faust Yi Sang and Gregor (seperated for regular and clock hands)

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airas-story · 4 months

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PR Perils

“How bad was it?” Tony asked.

Stephen was currently sitting at Tony’s table, head buried in his arms, and a glass of Tony’s best alcohol—thus far untouched, but it looked like a matter of time—resting next to him.

“Oh, it was bad.”

Or at least that was what Tony thought Stephen said. The muffling nature of his current position made it difficult to be certain.

“Did you drop anyone through a portal?” Tony asked. Stephen had been asked—ordered—by Wong to give an interview with the press to help ease Kamar Taj’s transition into the spotlight. Stephen had not been a fan of the idea, but he was more used to publicity after the acclaim he’d had in the medical field than most of the other sorcerers.

Stephen lifted his head enough to glare at Tony. “No, Tony. I didn’t drop anyone through a portal.” The words came out scathing, as though Stephen couldn’t conceive of why Tony would assume such a thing from him.

Which, really, if Stephen didn’t want people to wonder if he was going to drop people through portals, he should stop talking about how much he wanted to drop the people that annoyed him through portals.

Simple logic, there.

“So, what’s the problem?” Tony asked as he came up to take the seat next to Stephen at the table.

“They asked me if we were a cult.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “I told you they would.”

“We’re not a cult! We’re not a high control, abusive group with a unified belief system that isolates its members from society!”

“I know,” Tony said calmly. “But people look at anything that’s different and try to demonize it. Calling it a cult was low-hanging fruit. I’m not surprised the press went for it. Did you rip them apart?”

“Excruciatingly.”

Tony nodded. “Good. They deserved it. So what’s with the whole…” He gestured at the cup of alcohol and Stephen’s general disposition. “That.”

“They asked me what I thought of the fact that I was a superhero fan favorite.”

Tony nodded. “You are, there’s some great art of you out there.” Tony was honestly thinking of hiring some of them. There was some serious talent out there.

Stephen actually smiled a little at that, but it faded quickly. “Then they asked me what I thought of the fact that you were a superhero fan favorite.”

“I am,” Tony said. It had actually taken Tony by surprise. He was used to the public loving to hate him. The public actually loving him? That was weird. “I hope you were very complimentary to me.”

Stephen made a so-so gesture. “I said I wasn’t surprised.”

Good enough for Tony. “So? I assume at some point this gets worse. That’s all pretty mild.”

Stephen sighed. “They asked me when we were getting married.”

Tony blinked at him. “As far as the press should know, we’re not even dating.” They’d been very careful about that, and Tony knew they hadn’t messed up. Between Stephen’s magic and Tony’s tech skills, there was absolutely no evidence to be found of the two of them.

Stephen nodded. “I know. I didn’t, apparently, properly express that they were barking up the wrong tree.”

“How did you express it?” The press could be very persnickety about word choice. It was far too easy to accidentally say something that they’d later dissect to mean something else entirely.

“I told them it wasn’t their business what was going on with the two of us.”

“Oh.” Not good. “That, Stephen, that’s like giving bloodhounds our scent. They’re going to take that as us having something to hide. You have, in one sentence, convinced everyone that we are in the midst of a torrid love affair.”

“So I have been made aware.”

Suddenly the alcohol made so much more sense. Tony sort of wanted some himself. Life was about to be so much more difficult than it needed to be.

There went their beloved secrecy.

“Did Kamar Taj at least get good press out of this?”

Stephen made a pained face. “Yes. Wong’s made me our official ‘Face of Public Relations’.”

“Was that because he actually thinks you’re the best for the job or because he’s enjoying making you suffer?” With Wong, it really could go either way.

“The second.” Stephen glared at him. “And it’s your fault. Wong said he hired those PR specialists you recommended him. Apparently, they think I’m ‘workable’.”

Tony laughed. “You poor soul.”

“Workable, Tony. That’s not even a compliment.”

It really wasn’t. “At least you’re going to stay a fan favorite?”

“I hate you.”

Tony gave him a condescending pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Stephen. It’ll get worse before it gets better.”

Stephen grabbed his glass of alcohol and downed it. “Oh, I really hate you.”

Tony grinned. “According to the press, you love me. Who do you think I’m going to believe?”

Stephen’s glare was particularly spectacular.

#ironstrange #fic #tony stark #stephen strange

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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❣️! Material girl!❣️

Pairing: Pierre gasly X Cherrie!

Word count: 7k

Summary : in which Cherrie is a material girl and Pierre is head over her Prada heels in love.

A/n - never written for Pierre before so this is like a lil trial run for myself . It’s just fluff honestly. Idek but enjoy anyways I guess xoxo

Cherrie could only watch silently in confusion as Charles's face suddenly dropped, his lips parting in disbelief as he looked at someone from over her shoulder , his drink still hanging half way to his mouth , about to take a sip when he had frozen in shock.

Blinking rapidly to make sure that he wasn't suddenly seeing things , he cleared his throat a little and shook his head in disbelief as he watched his friend wave both hands at him like a crazy person , a smug look on his face as he drew closer and closer to the unaware woman in front of him.

Charles groaned quietly, already anticipating the absolute shit show that was about to go down now at his sudden and unexpected arrival.

He pursed his lips together , looking away from the pain in his ass and instead looking back down at Cherrie , the other pain in his ass, who was sipping on a margarita casually , completely unaware of what, or more like who . Was coming her way.

"Cherrie. Please use every breathing exercise and every copying mechanism that your therapist has taught you. Please-" he rushed out to her underneath his breath , panicking at the thought of getting thrown out of another fancy hotel like they had been the last time something like this happened .

It didn’t help that one of his friends had anger issues and the other was an insane idiot who didn’t know how to leave said woman with a temper , alone.

Cherrie paused from sipping her drink , stood in a tiny red bikini with oversized sunglasses pushed into her sun bleached hair. She looked the exact image of relaxation and daddy's money, hell, she even had a sparkling Rolex on her wrist, customised with her own name on it too.

She frowned at him in mild annoyance , having been peacefully admiring the topless men that were play fighting in the hotel pool together . Just about to tell Charles that she was going to go join them when she was drunk enough to.

"What are you going on about? I'm completely calm? What-"

She couldn't even finish her sentence before she heard a familiar , annoying voice call over to them loudly from behind her.

Locking narrowed eyes with a grimacing Charles as her body grew stiff , all the relaxation that she had worked had to keep during their holiday , now disappearing just like that.

"Cherrie! Charles! What a coincidence seeing you two here!" Pierre cheered casually , a giant smirk on his face as he sauntered over to them in just some red swimming trunks that matched cherrie's bikini perfectly .

He came to stop right in front of her , ignoring the scathing look that his friend was giving him and instead gazing his eyes over cherries Tanned and sweaty body with obvious awe written across his face.

Cherrie inhaled sharply , fingers clenching tightly around her cocktail glass in fury.

"What the fuck are you doing here gasly?! Did you tell him-!" She snapped , already turning her glare over to Charles to give him a mouthful too.

Charles quickly raised both hands in front of him, rapidly shaking his head with wide eyes.

"No! No! I didn't tell him anything! I promise!" He exclaimed not wanting to face her wrath for something that he hadn't actually done this time.

He turned to look at his smug friend with disbelief , blinking at him exasperatedly .

"Mate.." he groaned out in misery , knowing that his once relaxing holiday was now going to be ruined.

"What are you doing here? How did you even know where we were?" He sighed .

Pierre just grinned, unbothered by both of their glares being aimed at him. Used to it by now.

This wasn’t the first time he had interrupted one of their outings. And it wouldn’t be the last.

Pierre had also managed to invite himself to cherries , fathers barbecue over the summer too.

She had almost murdered him with her pretty eyes then, now was no different.

He just shrugged , still looking at Cherrie smugly . "I'm on holiday of course! This was a complete accident bumping into you guys! But now that I'm here I might as well stay with-" he started saying , lying through his teeth.

But he wasn't about to admit to anyone that he had practically begged Carlos , who was the only other person who knew where the two best friends were, before he bribed him with money and then got on the first place to them as soon as he could.

He was trying to come across as cool and mysterious to Cherrie, not completely desperate.

But judging by the look Charles was giving him, his act wasn't fooling anybody.

Oh well. He would just have to work with the look of desperation instead. He was sure he could pull it off anyways .

Cherrie scoffed at him angrily , gritting her teeth just at the mere sight of him.

Sick of seeing his stupid, smug - inanely handsome and annoying - pretty face . Urgh. She couldn’t stand him!

Why did the most irritating ones have to be the best looking? It really wasn’t fair!

"You are not staying with us! You psycho! You can go enjoy your holiday by yourself like you apparently planned to do before magically finding us!" She snapped at him , quickly downing what was left of her drink .

She couldn’t handle him completely sober.

Pierre wasn't taken aback by her hateful tone , he just laughed. Used to her constantly snapping at him and trying to get him to leave her alone.

It was no secret to anybody that Pierre might have had minor crush on Charles's best friend. Okay so not so tiny …

Meaning that the first time he had ever laid his eyes on her at another monaco gala where she was dressed in a gold Satin dress and stood by her millionaires fathers side , giving him a look of haughty disgust when he had asked her to dance with him.

Well. Apparently Pierre had a thing for woman being mean to him. Because he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind since.

He was convinced that they were meant to be. He had heard stories about people falling in love at first sight, that just one look at the other person and they knew that they were the one.

Pierre knew that Cherrie could be that one for him... if she wasn't so fucking stubborn and actually gave him a chance to be with her.

Because while Pierre had fallen in love , Cherrie had fallen into apparent ‘hate’ with him.

She just couldn't stand the sight of him and wanted nothing to do with him, something that she wasn't afraid to tell him to his face.

Every date he asked her own, she laughed him into rejection . Every flower boutique he sent her , she sent back to him , only keeping the little cards where he had scribbled compliments and poems about how much she amazed him and how beautiful she was, she kept them.

And that gave him a little hope that there was something, even the most thinnest of strings keeping them together .

His friends wondered why he even bothered to persistently Pursue a woman that they referred to as 'ice queen' or 'diva'. A woman that had everything at her fingertips and didn't need a man to give her gifts , she could buy those herself. She didn't rely on anybody , definitely not a silly man.

She was all designer and heels . With sharp judging eyes and a even sharper tongue that could inflict more damage than a knife ever could.

She was mean. She was rude . She was obnoxious and spoilt and she never had to lift a single finger to her what she wanted.

Yet Pierre was head over her Prada heels for her. Every time he even so much as glanced towards her sharp features and feline eyes , he felt his heart skip a beat.

She was an absolute bitch but he wanted her , bitchiness and bad attitude and all.

Was he setting himself up for heartbreak by not giving up and being so determined to get her to love him too? Maybe .

Did he care? Absolutely not. Love made him crazy and he wasn't going to stop until she gave him a chance.

It was only a matter of time . He was convinced. He still had a few tricks left up his sleeves. Plan a, b , c, d, e … f and so on. He had options still left to try so he wasn’t too worried.

"I'd much rather be by your side Cherrie. You are looking heavenly today..." he murmured to her, checking her out without any shame.

Charles pursed his lips and shifted uncomfortably from beside him. Crossing his fingers behind his back and praying that they could go just one day without a scene being made between his two stubborn friends.

Cherrie just looked at him blankly "I look heavenly everyday . This day is no different than the last." She confidently shot back at him.

She looked more than good. She always did and she knew it. She had the money and the means to make sure that her skin stayed clear and dewy and that her body was tanned and toned. Hair perfectly glossy and highlighted to frame her sharp features , long lashes that came from years of expensive serums and self care.

She only had the best and got the best. She lived a life of luxury and wasn't going to lower her standards or her attitude for anybody. Definitely not a man.

She could admit to herself that Pierre was a handsome guy. He had the looks alright. But she didn't want anything serious and she had sworn off any type of sports players after her big scandal with a French footballer last summer .

And then there was a slightly smaller scandal with a boxer... then there was that stupid scandal with a nascar driver and then there was that other scandal with a older formula one driver that had almost ended her friendship with Charles when he found out.

So yes. She thought that she was right to be wary of ever looking at another famous driver again.

Her history showed her that she was incapable of having a simply relationship without their being heartbreak and drama involved.

In the true words of taylor swift. 'I don't love the drama, it loves me.'

Truer words had truly never spoken more to her .

She had thought that the brutal rejections and mean way she dealt with Pierre's little crush on her would have made him back off and leave her alone.

It usually worked with the others guys who asked her out. Their prides and ego just couldn't handle a woman like her. It was usually pretty easy to get rid of them .

But Pierre ... it just wasn't working . Not matter how bitchy and mean she was to him, he always came running right back to her .

He laughed when she said something mean. He smiled when she rolled her eyes at him .

It was as though he enjoyed being insulted . It was insane .

He just wouldn't give up .

He sent her flowers every week, he wrote her poems and he sent her songs on Instagram that he said 'reminded him of her' . He even sent her a about a hundred cook books when she announced that she was going vegan over the summer.

He was persistent and far too sweet for how she had been treating him. It almost made her feel bad

Almost.

Except times like this when he would just show up at wherever she was with no shame whatsoever , if he wasn't so cute and she didn't know that he was a little bit Infatuated with her, she would have been worried about having a serious stalker on her hands.

Pierre smugly smirked at her , enjoying the way she refused to look at him now. Instead waving over the pool waiter to get her another drink pronto.

"I'm in heaven Everytime I see you." He smoothly replied making Charles cringe .

"Mate.." he sighed feeling a little amused as he watched Cherrie just roll her eyes at him, unamused but his constant flirting.

She still didn't look at Pierre. Instead she kept her eyes on the fit bartender that was making their drinks, wiggling her fingers at him slyly when he looked up and gave her a little wink .

Pierre's smiled dropped as he glared over at the man jealously .

"Seriously? He's looks like a fucking Ken doll!" He exclaimed bitterly , not liking the way the love of his life was checking out another man that wasn't him.

Cherrie just smirked to herself. Finally tilting her head back over to him with a mean little raise of her eyebrow.

"Then I'm more than happy to be his barbie doll." She bit down on her lip, glancing over at the man again. More so just to piss Pierre off some more , enjoying the satisfaction she felt when he huffed at her moodily .

He then stepped in front of her and blocked her view of the wannabe Ken , crossing his arms over his chest and deliberately flexing his muscles for her to see.

Cherrie just laughed , looking him up and down before shaking her head at him mockingly.

"Have you gotten smaller Pierre? Charles is looking fitter than you recently.." she lied just to wind him up, taking a sip of her drink and smirking at him meanly .

Charles hid his own amused smile behind his drink, shaking his head at how much of a bitch his friend could be.

Pierre narrowed his eyes at her , scoffing as he motioned down to his abs cockily.

"Trust me sweetheart . Charles doesn't have any of this-"

Charles frowned at him, offended . "Hey!"

Pierre just ignored him and smirked down at Cherrie confidently .

"I could show you just how much better I am than all of them put together . Say about .. seven tonight? Some drinks in the hot tub?" He suggested suggestively , eyes dark as he took her beauty in.

Cherrie just looked back at him, unimpressed.

"How about I drown you in the hot tub at seven tonight and then go and get some drinks with my own personal Ken doll?" She said back to him, hiding her own giggles at the look on his face.

He sighed, side eyeing her . "Absolutely not. Okay.. how about a dinner then? You can give me your number and I'll text you the details of our date." He didn't give up , his confidence not even fading in the Slightest.

Charles just looked at him in slight amazement at his persistence even in the face of brutal rejection.

Had Cherrie finally found someone that was as cocky and arrogant as she was? Holy shit.

Cherrie pulled out her phone and turned away from him to take a picture of the view surrounding them, letting her large , Chanel sunglasses fall down over her eyes again.

"I don't have a phone." She told him with a straight face as she lifted her phone in Charles direction and started taking some photos of him instead .

Pierre looked at her phone in her hand and then looked back up at her in disbelief.

"How can you lie like that?" He blurted out , a little bit impressed by the poker face she had. But mostly just annoyed that she still wouldn't give him her number after months of asking for it. Well more like begging for it but…

Cherrie just smirked "I'm not lying. I'm just not telling you the truth either." She resorted.

Pierre gaped at her "that's lying!"

"Not it isn't !"

"Yes it is!"

Charles groaned loudly . Face palming as the two of them starting bickering loudly , making everybody in the pool look over At them curiously .

"Guys come on! Cherrie stop lying and Pierre-" he struggled to even know what to say to his friend who had just shown up on their holiday out of no where, without any warning whatsoever .

"Just behave!" He ended up huffing out , fed up with the both of them acting like little kids to each other.

They both fell silent for a moment. Side eyeing each other quietly.

Then Cherrie took a long sip from her drink and mumbled "still not going on a date with you."

Pierre just rolled his eyes at her , smiling despite himself as he watched her refuse to let him get the last word in.

"You'll give in someday. I'm an amazing boyfriend to have . I mean.. have you seen me? How could you not want this?" He ran his hand over himself pointedly , mostly just to tease her . Mostly being honest .

He was a catch. She was a catch. So why couldn't she see that this was clearly meant to be?

Cherrie slowly looked him over , admiring his toned arms and legs . His nearly shaven jaw and pretty eyes, his hair all floppy and soft.

He was exactly her type and he knew it.

And well, Cherrie just couldn't let his ego get any bigger than it was so she just shrugged and pulled a face like she was unimpressed by what she was seeing.

She wasn’t . She was trying not to drool but she wasn’t about to let him know that.

"I have seen you." She said before sighing loudly.

"I can see how annoying you are . Plus I like my guys like I like a library." She looked at him with a small smirk , chewing on her straw so she didn't burst into laughter at the cute confused look that came over his face.

He wasn't the brightest , so he just continued to look at her in absolute confusion . Having no idea what she was hinting at .

"With books? You want me to read more? What-?" He struggled to guess. He would read the biggest and most longest book in history if that was what she wanted.

Charles sighed in second hand embarrassment, covering his eyes so he didn't have to witness the scene in front of him.

Cherrie couldn't help but giggle then, making Pierre smile despite his confusion . His eyes gazing at her pouty lips that were upturned in amusement , mocking him.

He sighed quietly . Man she was so fucking beautiful. Even when she was clearly taking the piss out of him.

"Quite Pierre. I like them quite." She answered him, rolling her eyes at him a little too fondly for someone that apparently 'hated' him so much.

Charles gave her a knowing look. She just pretended that she didn't see him.

Pierre placed his hands on his hips, looking at her stubbornly .

"I can be quite." He lied.

Both Charles and Cherrie looked at him in disbelief .

He frowned at them, offended . "I can!"

Charles rose his brow at him in amusement "mate.. you're the biggest gossip I know. You'd talk at a funeral. You can't stand the silence!" He reminded him frankly .

Cherrie snorted a laugh. Pierre side eyeing her judgmentally .

"You can't talk sweetheart! You're the loudest and most obnoxious woman I know! We hear you before we even see you!" He exclaimed to her, huffing.

Cherrie stopped giggling, scowling at him instead.

"I'm not obnoxious you asshole! I'm just-" she struggled to find the right word to explain herself with . "-I'm just fun!" She settled with.

Both Pierre and Charles blinked at her in disbelief.

Charles scratching the side of his jaw with a small laugh . "You are a little obnoxious Cherrie-"

Pierre grinned at her smugly "you got your dad to buy the football team that your ex boyfriend was in and got him to transfer him to a team that he hated because you didn't want to see him anymore. That's a little obnoxious." He mused, laughing loudly at the memory .

Cherrie just pursed her lips , unable to deny that she did in fact do that.

"Well..." she muttered stubbornly "that was more strategic than obnoxious.. he wasn't that good anyways.."

Pierre laughed . Suddenly Reaching into the pockets of his swimming shorts and pulling out a small jewellery box that he had kept there.

Cherrie stopped pouting immediately at the sight of it, looking curiously down at the box , gave brightening up without even realising it.

Charles rolled his eyes at how superficial his friend was . In fact he was sure that if someone offered her a diamond ring in exchange for her siblings, she would hand them over without any hesitation.

She was a material girl. She just couldn't help it.

Pierre knew this and he used it to his advantage.

Smirking to himself as he handed her the little box casually .

"I got this for you..." he told her proudly while watching closely for her reaction to his gift.

She gave him a wary glance before taking the box off him , carefully lifting the lid and her eyes widening in shock as she looked at the necklace inside.

It was a dainty gold chain with a small cherry pendant on the end of it. Only The whole Cherry was encrusted in tiny red and green diamonds, it was sparkling in the sun.

Gasping a little as she lifted it out of the box , immediately Unclasping it and putting it on around her neck. Tilting her chest from side to side as she admired the way it shone and stood out between her breasts beautifully.

"It's so pretty!" She cooed down to it . Suddenly forgetting her annoyance towards him as she looked over at him with a giant smile on her face .

"Is it real gold too?" She wanted to know, refusing to wear anything but.

Pierre looked smug , admiring the necklace that he had handmade for her in satisfaction. Giving a disbelieving Charles a cocky grin.

It he couldn't get to her heart through flowers and flirting.

Then he could definitely win her over with gold And diamonds .

"Of course." He scoffed like it was obvious "they're real diamonds too. Do you like it?" He asked her hopefully. Taking a small step towards her while she was distracted by his gift.

Cherrie just Beamed uo at him. Her own excitement and happiness making her forget why she didn't like him in the first place .

She threw her arms around his waist and gave him the first hug he had ever received from her. Squeezing him tightly as she giggled out loud in pure happiness .

Pierre grinned widely , wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her close while he still had the chance. Gently caressing her back as he leaned his head down and gently kissed the top of her head. Sighing contently .

"I love it! It's so beautiful! Thank you so much Pierre. This is really sweet .." she cooed at him, pulling away enough so that she could kiss his cheek in thanks.

He just smiled smugly , running his hands through her hair while she continued to look down at her chest, admiring the necklace in amazement .

"Soo.." he drawled out confidently , pushing her hair over her shoulders and smiling down at her hopefully .

"Dinner tonight?" He tried again , feeling better about his chances now.

Cherrie didn't even hesitate . Smiling at him like she hadn't just been insulting him five minutes ago.

"Of course! We can go in the hot tub too!" She gave into him easily .

Pulling away from him so that she grab her drink again. Passing Charles her phone and telling him to take a picture of her with her new necklace on.

Pierre tried not to fist bump the air in utter glee. Instead he bit down on his lip and tried to contain his excited yell of relief .

Charles was looking at his spoilt friend in disbelief.

"What happened to 'I'll never say yes to him?'" He exclaimed to her in shock that all it took was some pretty jewellery to change her mind.

Cherrie just shrugged, unashamed but how materialistic she was.

"It's gold. And diamonds." She stated like it was obvious.

Leaning against pierres side and casually caressing his arm like it was totally normal for her to be so affectionate towards him now. Pierre happily eating her touch up as he did the same .

Acting Like she hadn't just been plotting his murder when he showed up on their holiday out of the blue .

"I'd blow him right here and right now If I wouldn't get arrested for it." She then added unashamedly, looking up at him through her lashes slyly.

Pierre went red. Letting out a startled laugh, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and leaning his head against her own, squeezing her to him in pure happiness.

"I wouldn't complain-" he smirked down at her, biting his lip.

Charles looked at them in pure disgust. "I would! I can't believe this! Can't you go back to hating him Cherrie?!" He exclaimed unhappily , grimacing deeply as he watched pierre slide his hand down over her ass and give it a casual squeeze.

Pierre kicked at him with wide eyes "don't give her any ideas! Let me have this mate!" He exclaimed at him, laughing loudly .

Their other friends weren't going to believe this.

He wished he had gotten her some jewellery sooner. Maybe they would have been married by now!

And from then on instead of getting her flowers or something simple , pierre got her grand and luxurious gifts whenever she was mad at him.

She was hanging out in their garden with both Charles and lando when pierre came rushing through the backdoor with a large smile on his face.

"Hello love of my life!" He exclaimed happily towards his pissed off girlfriend who refused to speak to him after missing their date night three days ago.

Pierre felt like he was losing his mind. Three days without hearing her babbling on and bugging him all day was too much for him to bare.

He wanted her to be back to annoying him and following him around and giving him kisses whenever he did or said something that she liked.

He had tried apologising and getting her flowers but she just turned away from them , unimpressed. So he knew he had to pull out the big guns for this one.

Lando and Charles looked up at him uneasily , Cherrie refusing to even look at him. Instead she was back in a tiny bikini, tanning in their back garden peacefully while reading some trashy magazine .

"I don't think you should look so happy mate.." lando chuckled as he glanced between the two of them in amusement .

Having had the absolute joy of Cherrie phoning him up to rant about Pierre pissing her off again. For someone who wasn't British, she sure liked to swear like she was.

"You might not have a girlfriend soon." He told him with a grin. Enjoying the drama like he always did.

Pierre just continued smiling cockily. "You're right."

His sudden casual agreement made Cherrie look up from the magazine in her lap with a furious glare.

Starting up at him angrily, in absolutely disbelief by how unbothered he seemed at the thought of her leaving him.

"Why do you look happy at the thought of losing me?! Do you know how quickly I could have a new boyfriend Pierre? Do you want me to show you how many of your friends want to fuck-" she started to yell at him dramatically , ever the hot head, giving him no chance to finish his sentence .

Pierre just laughed in amusement and shook his head at her. Admiring how hot she looked when she was angry at him.

Well aware that most of his friends wanted to fuck the love of his life. He couldn't blame them. She was hot as fuck , but at the end of the day he didn't care how they felt because he was the one that she went home with each night.

He was the only one that she loved. That was all he cared about.

"No, no. I'm not happy about that obviously." He reassured her quickly before she actually tried to drown him in their pool .

Then he casually nodded over to the gate that lead around the house to their large driveway.

"Come on. I've got you something to say sorry for being such a asshole and missing our date. I really don't mean to my love . I just forgot ." He explained to her honestly as he gently took ahold of her arm and pulled her up from the sun bed, dragging her along with him while she huffed and puffed at him unhappily.

Charles and lando quickly following after them, wanting to see what he had done now to get her to forgive him.

The last time he had got her a sorry gift , he had gotten her a giant ice sculpture of the two of them. Their friends had been stunned .

Because what the fuck?

But Cherrie had just squealed happily and kissed him over and over again. Forgetting what she was even mad about in the first place.

Their friends no longer knew what to expect from the couple and the group chat was just filled with pictures of all the random and slightly insane 'gifts' that he got Cherrie when he pissed her off or simply just because he wanted to see her smile.

Now was no different .

"So I'm that forgettable am I Pierre? Well you know what! I know some guys that wouldn't forget me-" she was snapping at him moodily , glaring him at him unhappily . Not liking the idea of being forgotten about so easily .

She had never felt more humiliated when sitting alone in a restaurant while waiting for her boyfriend to come for hours. Trying to ignore the pitying look that she got from the staff when they came out and gave her a slice of cake 'on the house' clearly feeling sorry for her being ditched in a fancy restaurant like that.

Cherrie had wanted to kill him. Still kind of did.

Pierre sighed guiltily and squeezed her hand three times, still feeling terrible.

"I'm sorry baby. It really was an accident and it won't happen again. I can promise you that." He meant it.

He had no doubt that if he ever forgot one of their dates again, he would no longer have legs to drive with.

You didn't test your luck twice.

He opened the gate and gently pulled her through until they were stood in their large gravelled driveway.

He smiled down at her , barely containing his own excitement as he casually nodded his head to his left.

"Look.." he simply muttered to her .

Cherrie frowned at him before reluctantly following his finger over to their driveway.

She froze in disbelief .

Mouth dropping onen in shock as a brand new , black Lamborghini with hot pink leather seats stared back at her .

"Holy shit!" She squealed loudly .

Quickly dropping his hand and running over to it. Jumping up and down in excitement as she ran her hand over the sleek car , admiring its beauty.

“Oh my god! Baby!”

Charles and lando were gaping at the car beside him, both of them looking at the car with a giant bow on it in disbelief .

"You bought me a Lamborghini?!" She screamed in utter glee.

Gasping loudly as she opened the door and ducked her head inside , tears falling from Her eyes when she saw the customised fluffy steering wheel and her name engraved on the drivers seat in cursive letters.

Pierre laughed happily and nodded his head, wandering over to her as he admired the look of pure joy on her face at the sight of her dream car .

"I did. To say sorry for being an asshole." He murmured to her , stroking her hair affectionately when she finally pulled herself out of the sports car , Crying in happiness as she threw herself into his arms with a squeal .

"You like it?" He already knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it anyways .

She scoffed in disbelief , kissing all over his face and leaving red listick prints on his blushing skin.

"I love it! It's so beautiful! And it's all mine?!" She couldn't believe it.

Pierre just nodded with a lovesick grin as he leaned down to give his excited girlfriend a kiss.

"All yours baby. Just like me." He whispered against her mouth, sighing against her lips when she deepened the kiss.

Sliding her hand underneath his shirt and lightly scratching at his back with her long nails making him shiver in pleasure .

Charles groaned loudly at them making out against her new car in disgust.

Meanwhile lando was already in backseat, rolling down the window and looking over to them impatiently.

"Can we take it for a spin then?! Let's see how fast it can go!” He shouted at them impatiently .

Pierre reluctantly pulled away from her lips with a smile , giving Cherrie a gentle push in the direction of the car.

She wasted no time in buckling herself in and revving the engine at them, lando and her screaming in excitement.

"Oh my god that sounded so sexy!" She shouted in awe as she did it again, giggling hysterically while lando climbed into the passenger seat beside her instead . Beeping the horn at them impatiently.

"Come on! Let's go!" He shouted again, taking out his camera and videoing Cherrie who was feeling her new fluffy pink wheel in awe.

Charles glanced over at his friend in silent disbelief ,

Pierre looking casual as he pulled out his phone and started taking a hundred photos of his girlfriend , still in her tiny bikini, posing with the Lamborghini like a model .

"I can't believe you bought her a Lamborghini to get her to forgive you." He stated in amazement .

Having apparently underestimated just how far and how much money he was willing to spend just to make Cherrie happy.

Pierre simply shrugged , grinning over at Cherrie in adoration.

"She's the love of my life and she deserves fancy things. Plus.. I knew there was no way she could stay mad at me with this!" He told him proudly , pleased with himself for once again spoiling his material girl.

Charles laughed , side eyeing him. "I'm mad at you for stealing my best friend from me. Where's my Lamborghini?" He joked at him.

Pierre just grinned at him , laughing "I'm sure Cherrie will give you lifts in it now. Look at how hot she looks in it.. wow.." he sighed dazedly still taking photos of her proudly .

He was definitely going to blow one of the ones with her stretched across the front of the lambo in her tiny bikini mid laugh, that picture was going straight above their bed.

All of their friends stood hidden behind the palms trees as they watched Pierre get down on one knee in the middle of the beach , candles and roses surrounding Cherrie as she looked down at him with a excited squeal.

"Oh my god baby! This better not be a joke otherwise I'll kill you!" She shouted gleefully as she looked down at Pierre who was giggling at her excitement loudly .

He shook his head with a affectionate grin on his face , looking up at her with tears in his eyes , having wanted to do this since the day he met her.

"Not a joke." He confirmed to her , sniffling. Already getting emotional .

“You're the love of my life Cherrie. And I want to annoy you for the rest of my life. Without you- my life is just empty and boring . You keep me on my toes and make my life so much more fun and interesting . It only took me three years to get you to go on a date with me-" he spoke unashamedly , holding her hand in his with nothing but love in his eyes.

Max snorted quietly , Charles and lando shushing him quickly.

"Three years of her rejecting him. And he's still whipped." He muttered in amusement .

"But I want all your years and all your mornings and nights. I want to hear you call me an asshole when I make you mad. I want to be the only one that you look to for safety and happiness. Because you're the only one that I ever think of. Hell, I even dream of you!" He giggled , Cherrie reaching down and gently wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"So, will you marry me?" He asked her with a shaking voice , blinking away tears and adding a desperate "please?" As well.

Cherrie burst into tears and dropped down to her knees in front of him, hugging him tightly as she rocked them from side to side in pure excitement .

"Yes! You absolute beauty! Oh my god! You wanna marry me?!" She was in disbelief as she kissed all over his face in happiness .

Pierre taking ahold of her cheeks and pulling away to grin at her, laughing loudly at how oblivious she was .

He was obsessed with her. He would marry her everyday if he could .

"Obviously! I knew I wanted to marry you the first time you called me a dickhead years ago!" He admitted to her honestly.

Then he pulled away and moved to the side to show her five jewellery boxes on the sand beside him.

His friends gaped and gasped as they watched him open each box , all of them containing different diamond rings . Different styles and colours, but all worth hundreds of thousands . Giving her options as she gasped loudly and started trying each one on.

"Oh my god. He bought all of the rings he looked at?" Charles gasped in disbelief. Having been beside his friend when they went ring shopping.

They all watched the newly engaged couple sit casually on the sand, Cherrie leaning her back against his chest and holding her hand out in front of her as Pierre slid on another ring for her to try, both of them comparing them to see which one she liked best.

"He has set the bar so ridiculously high.. he never even bought flowers for girls in the past before !" Max exclaimed in disbelief .

Charles just giggled , not at all surprised as they then watched Pierre walk behind a pop up barrier and then pull out a puppy with a bow around its neck.

Cherrie bursting into tears again as she clutched the puppy to her chest , all of the rings stacked up on her fingers, unable to pick just one.

Pierre just standing back and taking candid photos of her proudly , crying happy tears himself as she shouted about how much she loved him.

"That's because they weren't Cherrie." Charles simply stated the truth.

“And cherries bar is set so high and Pierre is the only one that matches it. They're both rich and both in love. And Pierre loves spoiling her. Even before she was his girlfriend."

Lando nodded in agreement , happy for his friends.

He didn't understand their love but they were happy and that was all that mattered to him.

"She's always been a material girl and she's turning pierre into a material boy too." Lando laughed , shaking his head in amusement .

"They're made for each other. And Cherrie loves to spoil him just as much. Do You know what Cherrie has bought him for his birthday next week?" He said to them with a grin.

They all shook their heads no, looking over at him curiously .

"A private plan with his name written across it." He told them casually

“so nothing surprises me anymore."

"They'd give each other the whole world if they could."

They all watched as Cherrie and Pierre held into each other tightly , beaming smiles on their faces as they giddily began gushing about having their wedding on an island .

"Do you think we can get Taylor swift to sing at our reception?!" They heard Cherrie ask.

All of them watching as Pierre shrugged his shoulders and told her that he'd try his best to make their guest list as A list as possible.

"This is going to be the most biggest and most expensive wedding of the century." Charles stated the obvious .

Wondering how the hell he had gone from listening to her complain about how much Pierre annoyed her and wouldn't leave her alone. To seeing the both of them getting engaged and planning their futures together .

Who knew that all this could happen because of a diamond necklace?

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