#Adam Park Imagines
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With a reader who gets sick often.
Deathslinger, Plauge, Doctor, Yun-Jin, Adam, Jake
Deathslinger/ Caleb Quinn
Oh boy, again?
Let's get you to bed.
He'll try to make you soup, but he's going to burn it.
He's an inventor, not a chef. He'll get distracted by something and forget he's cooking.
He's trying his best, he really is.
He can handle simple tasks: water, blankets, medicine.
He'll stay by your side working on his gun. Watching as you fall asleep.
Before living in the realm, Caleb would ignore any sickness. Can't show weakness.
But you, damn it. You bring out the soft side of him.
And he loves you for it
He doesn't love when he gets whatever you had.
But that means you have to take care of him.
He will complain about having to stay in bed.
But he loves the extra attention.
Plague/ Adris
Well, you're in good company.
You can't really complain about being sick when Adris is, quite literally, always sick.
But this means she can snuggle with you more.
Without fear of you getting sick, she can actually be closer to you. Because, you know, you're already sick.
Still, she'll want to take care of you.
Soup? You've got it.
Medicine? It will be more of the traditional kind, but it's still medicine.
You've always been so sweet about taking care of her; she wants to repay kindness.
That means she is probably going to borderline smother you.
But it's all out of a place of love.
Doctor/Herman Carter
Don't let the whole doctor title fool you.
Sure, Herman may be highly intelligent and know exactly the remedies needed.
In terms of the caring part? He's going to need a lot of work.
He's a busy man with lots to do: experiments to run, research to record, people to dissect.
He really doesn't have the time to sit down and take care of you.
Yeah, you may be sick. But you're a functioning adult. It can't be THAT bad. Right?
He'll get you anything you need, even before you ask. It's like he's reading your mind.
He won't admit it, but you being sick constantly really concerns him.
He's currently researching the best vitamins to keep you healthy. Always making sure you eat and get plenty of sleep.
He knows what he's doing, please just listen to him so he doesn't have to go through this again.
Yun-Jin Lee
First off, eww. Get away from her. Like, gross.
You're sick and you want a hug?
No way.
You're an adult, take care of yourself.
Yun-Jin already had to take care of over dramatic pop star divas.
Plus, she doesn't want to get sick. Common sense.
She's going to leave you to your own device.
That's not to say she's not going to care for you.
She'll bring you what you ask, but immediately leave the area so as to not get herself ill.
She's good at the whole manager thing, not so much the whole taking care of the person part.
She really is worried, she just doesn't know how to show it.
Now hurry up and get better so she can give you a hug.
Adam Francis
Now this man knows what he's doing.
This genius has already researched all the ways to make you healthy again.
But, unlike Herman, Adam actually has a caring side.
He's going to bring you whatever you want, and then some.
Well, as long as it will benefit your health- no unhealthy foods, no soda, staying in bed.
Sure, he's going to make you do things you don't want to do: take really gross medicines, sit in an area with hot steam to sweat everything out.
He does all this because he loves you.
He loves you so much that he's willing to take the chance of getting sick himself, just to help you.
You'll be better in no time.
Jake Park
Oh jeez.
Could you stop getting sick?
That's what he wants to say, but he knows it isn't your fault.
In times like this, he is very awkward.
Like Caleb, when Jake is sick, he just ignores it.
But you aren't him.
He'd go to the others for advice and help.
He'd work with Claudette to find some medical plants to aid in your recovery.
Bill might have some ideas.
He might even ask Blight if he has any suggestions.
It's sweet, it really is. Just don't talk about it too much later. He gets really embarrassed.
#dbd killer#dbd x reader#dbd imagines#dbd ask blog#dbd doctor#dbd jake park#dbd survivor#dbd plague#dbd deathslinger#dbd yun jin lee#dbd adam
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Adam Williams was trying to demonstrate his rizzing tactics to the others
if y’all are looking for a crack, one sided ship to give mech cadets, here’s the one I came up with
#mech cadets#mech cadets fanart#vast sea’s art#olivia park#adam williams#i do not genuinely ship them 💀#could you imagine
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It’s Finsbury Day and I was not prepared becuase that was INSANE!!!
- We got Love Me in 2023! The way I screamed when I heard that opening guitar riff was insane because I’ve been saying all era “they’re not at their very best if it’s not on the setlist!”
- We got Medicine!
- We got surprise guest Tim singing All I need to Hear! And a very cute father & son moment. (I cried!)
- We got Carly tonight for About You
- We got Ballad of Me and my Brain!!!
- We got People!
- We got Guys 🥹 (I also cried here too!)
- We got fallingforyou
- We got Change of Heart too!
- And Queen Denise was there and was an absolute legend!
- Ross did the whole first act with his hair down. HIS HAIR WAS FUCKING DOWN AND BLOWING IN THE BREEZE. I WAS INSTANTLY FERAL! 😍
- Everyone around me couldn’t contain themselves around Ross and that it was a very big mood!
How do I recover from this also knowing I’ve got no more 75 dates this year??? 💔
#the 1975#ross macdonald#matty healy#george daniel#matty healy imagine#the 1975 imagine#ross macdonald imagine#adam hann#george daniel imagine#finsbury park
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This has to be Adam Scott's moment that keeps him humble
What were they doing to him with that beard?!
#adam scott#parks and recreation#severance#another 00s movie where he plays a dick but now with the darkest beard you can imagine
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Say My Name Part 8. Safe
Adam Park X Reader Scenarios
Information: I do not own the characters. A fun thing to do.
Do you remember my name, Adam?(Y/N) said
I always will. From the day I saw you when you walked through those doors at Angel Grove High School. Adam said.
Even though, we went through that heortic spell. You still remember my name?(Y/N) said
Like, I said before, "I couldn't forget your beautiful eyes." Adam said. I blush red while I said that to (Y/N).
I smile with a slight of a blush look on my face at him. You know that, I couldn't stop looking at you either. (Y/N) said. But, I will keep you're secret from here on out. That is my promise to you,Adam. (Y/N) said
I smile more when she said," I couldn't stop looking at you either." (Y/N) is going to keep my secret to herself. Like, a promise. Adam said.
I should get back inside, Adam. Before, the night sky is out. (Y/N) said
I look at her when (Y/N) said that. I watch her turn and was about to walk away. I reach out and grab her hand and pull her close to me and just hug her. I'm going to keep you safe first, (Y/N). Adam said
I felt Adam's hand and pull me into his chest. His arms wrapped around me. I listen to him as he talk to me, "I'm going to keep you safe,first (Y/N)." Adam said. Those words started to repeat inside my mind. Adam (Y/N) said
Yes. Adam said
I can't feel my hands. (Y/N) said
Oh, is this too tight of a hug hold? Adam said
A bit. (Y/N) said
I started to loosen my tight hold around (Y/N). I look at those eyes. I just stare at her eyes.
What is it,Adam?(Y/N) said
This is what I'm going to do. Adam said. I kept starring into her eyes. I lean in close to (Y/N) face. I look at her lips. I just went in to kiss her lips.
Finished
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okay so i know everytime i say this I get a bunch of backlash but I regular watch gore and videos of people dying. it isn't a sex thing tho don't worry. i wanna say that to preface that i can stomach a fair amount of death.
but I just watched the video of the icon park drop tower incident and even tho literally nothing is shown on camera the sound of the impact makes me fucking nauseous.
#very rarely do videos make me sick like this#horrible.#i really do have amusement parks#this one in maine called funtown is soooo sketchy.#always felt so scared there.#hate not have***#last time i went to an amusement park was the age that kid died.#a bunch of my cousins tried to talk me into going on a similar ride but I was adamant against not.#cant even imagine how scary.#how absolutely terrifying those last moments were.
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Gun Park x Reader: Name
G/N. Soft as always.
You call him 'asshole' when he's pissing you off. Full name 'Gun Park', like a disappointed parent, when he's at his worst and your lips are pursed, brows furrowed and eyes ablaze.
'Yuzuru' when you're teasing and alone together, and 'Shiro Oni' when you're trying to piss him off.
It tends to work every time.
He's just 'Gun' to you most days. Short and clipped and normal, nothing of it, when you're with polite company; elongating the vowels when you're being particularly annoying, or you want something from him.
That also tends to work every time.
Gun doesn't have a nickname for you.
He doesn't deviate from your given name apart from the occasional 'hey' or the complete silence when you have angered him so much he doesn't even acknowledge your existence.
You have, however, learned all his different tones.
The hard edge when you are this side of irritating and a second away from getting your ass kicked, accompanied with an exasperated huff when you surprise him (good or bad), laced with mirth and humour when you share a joke, or taunting and biting when he's feeling superior.
Which is often.
But there's something new, and you don't know whether it's your imagination or not. It creeps into his voice more and more.
He says your name, hushed and reverent, like he enjoys it on his tongue and on his lips and his eyes cloud over with something you haven't seen before.
He says your name like it's a new word, a new concept, he has recently learned. As if every time he says it, it unlocks something new for him.
He says your name, and you see his eyes flicker towards your lips. You see his adam's apple bob and hear his breath hasten. You think he leans in, you think you see his lips part and a light flush on his cheek.
It could be your imagination. You like it, either way.
#lookism#lookism x reader#lookism headcanons#lookism hc#lookism fic#lookism webtoon#lookism manhwa#gun park#gun park x reader#park jonggun x reader#park jonggun#wannaeatramyeon
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BIGGEST SUPPORTER | (l.norris)
summary: Lando finishes in P2 in silverstone and you guys celebrate
wordcount: 2.1k words
pairing: landonorris x fem!reader
warnings: hinted smut but nothing graphic
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A loud cheer erupts in the garage as Lando crossed the finish line in P2. You couldn’t believe your eyes.
You felt a squeeze on your hand and looked to your right, being faced with Lando‘s grandmother. She loved you ever since she met you 5 years ago.
You both had the biggest smile on your lips as you stood up and hugged everyone that came your way.
Being with Lando since he started racing in F1, you knew his team pretty well, just as they knew you.
When Zak pulled you to the podium and placed you in the front row, next to Adam, you couldn’t wait to hug your Lando, to squeeze him tight, and to congratulate him.
As he parked his car behind the sign with the big 2 on it, you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, as they slowly made their way down to your cheeks. Pulling out your phone just to capture a quick little picture, to set it as your lockscreen later. When you put your phone back into your bag, the big TV camera panned in your direction.
The camera focused on you and the rest of the crew, as you spilled the tears and by now you were full-on sobbing. You couldn’t wait for the edits and memes Lando‘s fans were creating, already picturing how you are gonna show them to Lando once you’re both settled in bed later.
When Lando finally jumped out of his car and made a beeline to you, you opened your arms and closed them around his neck. His arms snaked behind your back as your hands cupped his helmet and you distanced your faces a little.
You looked into his slightly wet eyes and pouted.
”I am so proud of you Lando. P2 in fucking Silverstone, are you mad?“
Before he could answer you, the guys started to smack his helmet and his smile got even wider. Lando releases one of his arms from you while keeping the other one tight around your waist, as he started to hug the others.
The FIA guy pulling him away from you towards the scale to do the typical after-race things, like weighing, you proudly looked at him while he removed the helmet of his head and took a big gulp of water out of his water bottle that has been placed on his little stand afterward. You didn’t even want to imagine how thirsty he must be after almost winning the British grand prix, but well, with Max always in P1, it’s kind of like a win, right?
While the post-race Interviews started with Lewis and Max, he came to you once again.
Now finally being able to kiss you, he pressed his lips onto yours and the tears started to flow again. When he loosened the kiss and saw the tears, he put his hands on both sides of your face and used his thumb to wipe them away.
A slight chuckle left both of your lips at the same time, making you both laugh even more.
He put his forehead to yours and whispered a quiet ” Thank you angel“. You looked at him again and kissed the top of his nose and then his forehead.
He gave Zak a quick hug and kissed Adam‘s cheek, as he had to go and do his post-race interview.
As he talked to the interviewer about the strategies and feelings he had during the race, you admired him, the way his helmet left imprints on his face, and don’t get me started on his helmet hair, you just wanted to run your fingers through his strands.
”Lando, the last question, we just saw your girlfriend, Y/N, cry, what does that do to you?“
The smile on his face got even bigger, as always when someone asked about you. Him always saying that you were the best thing that happened to him and he wanted to show you off, being proud of himself for getting someone that beautiful and smart at the same time.
”Well you know, she‘s my biggest supporter and she told me she is proud of me, so I guess that’s why she started crying, but yeah, I love her so much and I’m happy that she is here to share this experience with me, being at my home race and having her as a supporter is just phenomenal, she does so many things to come to as many races as possible and I’m so happy and grateful that I have her by my side.“
Now all the attention was on you, multiple cameras were shoved in your face and you could feel the whole world watching you, well, it’s not wrong, the whole world WAS watching you.
”You two seem like a lovely couple, do we hear any wedding bells soon?“
You wanted to roll your eyes, but decided not to, people shouldn’t think you were an evil bitch, but hearing this question or reading this comment over and over again, it’s just tiring.
You both took your time, having the same opinion on people marrying after knowing the partner for two weeks. You guys have been together for five years, but you just took your time and didn’t want to rush anything. But if he did pop the question, you wouldn’t even need time to think about the answer.
Lando let out a high-pitched giggle and started to fidget with his fingers.
”You know, we don’t wanna rush into anything, we’re still young and enjoying life right now, you never know what the future holds but we’re really happy right now.“, hoping that he would be satisfied with the answer, Lando‘s thoughts went back to a little something he hid in his luggage wherever he went. Just waiting for the right time, was a diamond ring, that you would love, he was sure of that.
After the podium celebration, where Lando almost poured the whole bottle into your direction after his famous bottle on ground hitting thing, you were smelling like champagne but you couldn’t care less. Happily smelling like the success of your boyfriend.
You both went into his private room in the hospitality. Lando couldn’t wait for a shower but you just had to hug him, so you stood in the middle of the small room for at least two minutes just hugging and being close to the other. You had so many feelings you couldn’t comprehend. You both reeked of champagne and Lando was fully drenched in the fuzzy liquid, as Lewis and Max poured their bottles all over him, you shared small kisses and you played with his wet hair.
”Babe, let me have a shower and then we can cuddle at the club.“
You pouted, didn’t want to let him go, or not being close to him. But he did need a shower desperately. And a change of clothes as his suit and fireproofs clung to him like a second skin.
”But hurry love, I need to shower in the hotel as well and get ready for the after-party, I can’t go like this!“, you pointed at yourself, being dressed in a fancy outfit but not fancy enough for a club. And you needed a shower as well, and a touch-up of your makeup. You were thankful that you applied waterproof everything so nothing had smudged, but you just needed to freshen it up a little and make it more party-like.
”You look just as gorgeous as ever, my love, but I will hurry, I want to lay down in a bed soon, I‘m really tired.“
You leaned to his ear, whispering: ” You won’t get much sleeping done tonight babyboy.“, he let out a gasp and you left the room with a mischievous smile. You loved it when you made him flustered.
After leaving his room you sat with his family in the hospitality and chatted until he was ready to go. You both said your goodbyes and started to walk to his car.
You both made it to Lando’s car after he got stopped every meter for an autograph, but you two didn’t mind, today Lando was really happy about the positive feedback everyone gave him. But when you did make it safely tucked into the comfortable seats of his McLaren, his hand was glued to your thigh, seeing that Lando also needed that physical contact, made you happy. You knew he was always a bit extra clingy after a good result, but never that much. He also kept one hand on your lower back or one arm wrapped around your waist as you guys walked through the paddock, not even removing it, as he took pictures or signed stuff. You were sure all of these people had the ugliest Lando Norris autograph of all time, as he didn’t hold the paper or whatever with his other hand, but he seemed satisfied with it. Just needing you close to him today.
You arrived at the hotel and the clingy Lando continued. He hugged you from behind and threw you guys on the Queen-sized bed, needing a cuddle. With his breathing getting calmer with every breath and his eyes slowly closing you knew where this was going, but not today, you needed to get going. A shuttle was organized to pick you up in an hour, and you didn’t want to be late again. So you turned around in his embrace and poked his left cheek with your index finger.
”Lando I really need to freshen up, I smell bad and I feel gross!“
”You could never be gross, you’re not a fish Y/N, fish are gross, but not you baby.“, he mumbled. He really was on the brink of falling asleep, all of this success must have tired him out.
”Baby no,“ you let out a chuckle, ”just a quick shower, you can sleep a little but then we have to leave for your party!“
His lips formed into a pout, that you couldn’t resist kissing. He opened one eye, started to smirk, and pulled you even closer to him.
”No Lando! Don’t even start, we really don’t have time for this now. No no no no no no.“, you loosened from his grip and stood up as fast as you could.
”But baby, I need to shower again, I don’t think I cleaned my back well enough earlier“, he cheekily said.
You just looked at him with your stern look and arched your eyebrow towards your hairline.
He started to pout again. ”You’re no fun.“
You chuckled and finally went into the bathroom to get the shower you desperately needed. After a more party-like Make-up and an outfit change, you were ready to go as Lando still laid on the bed. You told him multiple times to get up while you got ready but he didn’t listen. Being the stubborn boy he was.
”Well, if you don’t want to go, then I‘ll leave without you.“
You heard a grumble from the bed.
You sometimes felt like your boyfriend turned into a little child with you being his mother. It just made you laugh at how childish he can be behind closed doors.
He did eventually got ready and you both made it to the shuttle that picked you and some other crew members up.
He kept an intense grip on your leg, as he talked to the other guys, which made your legs twitch, but now is not the time to think about that. You just couldn’t wait for the night to end already.
You all made it to the club and after a few speeches of important crew members and Lando, the party got started. You danced, had drinks, and just fun celebrating Lando and the team for the good result.
And let’s say, you guys didn’t really sleep much, but not in the way you promised Lando earlier, in fact, he didn’t even think about that anymore, instead you sat next to him on the bathroom floor while he emptied his stomach into the toilet and rubbed his back with your hand slowly to show your support. He promised you not to drink that much because of how the last party ended. But he didn’t listen to you, nor did he learn from his mistakes. But the scolding could wait until tomorrow, now he just wanted to feel better. You stopped counting the drunken ‘I love you‘s‘ he whispered when he didn’t hang with his head down in the toilet. But you couldn’t be mad at him, as you looked at your lockscreen, the chrome car behind the P2, excused his behavior. And you never showed him the memes of your crying, but that could wait until tomorrow too.
”You really are my biggest supporter, even when I hang with my head down the toilet.“
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yourusername I love you my boy, Pfucking2, you amaze me everyday. Thank you for being you and killing it on track everytime. Here‘s to more Podiums and hopefully less patting your back while you empty your stomach in the toilet after the afterparties. Love you smelly🧡
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username1 You were so cute on TV!!!!
username2 They’re meant to be, proof me wrong🥹
username3 Parents.
landonorris Love you too ig, thanks for exposing me🧡
maxfewtrell hahahaha what a muppet
username4 When are they getting married?????
#lando norris#lando norris imagine#lando x reader#lando norris fluff#lando norris x you#formula 1#silverstone gp 2023#racing
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Covering the Classics Part 6 | Bob Floyd x OC
Summary: In the aftermath of the kiss, Bob and Anna try to process their feelings. Bob works on more of his poetry while Anna hides from her friends, but neither of them can get past their attraction. When another man arrives during a night out, all Bob feels is jealousy.
Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, masturbation, eventually 18+
Length: 5100 words
Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)
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Taking Anna to Chippy's was a mistake, because Bob was falling harder by the minute. She was cute and smart. Witty and reserved. And the fact that she was a little tipsy after one drink just made her more endearing. Jessica could drink more Sam Adams than anyone he'd ever seen before, and Bradshaw's wife could probably play beer pong professionally, but not Anna. She was giggling and demanding he not download a dating app. She was smiling nonstop and touching him. And he wasn't even allowed to have a chance with her.
She only lived a mile or so from campus, which was a shame, because Bob would have liked to spend more time with her. He played with the radio dials in his old truck as he drove, trying to keep his hands busy. And that's when he swore he heard Anna whisper a line from his poem.
"What did you just say?" he asked, eyeing her closely.
"Nothing," she told him as the car behind his truck honked, and Bob tapped the accelerator when he realized the light was green. He must have been mistaken. There was no way anyone actually read the stuff he posted online, let alone Anna. He just did it for a way to help him release his emotions and thoughts.
But he wanted to make sure. When he parked at the curb in front of her building, he turned toward her with curious eyes and whispered, "I thought you said-"
He was instantly distracted by the way she kept her eyes on his as her chest rose and fell a little faster. She unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted closer to him along the seat, and he froze as she leaned in and kissed him. Her lips found his like it was the most natural thing in the world. When she made a soft sound, he raised his hand up to touch her cheek, something he'd been dying to do for weeks and weeks. Her skin felt silky soft as she nibbled gently on his lip, and then he remembered everything that she'd said to him. He couldn't start down this path just to have her put up another roadblock.
He forced himself away from her. "Anna. I don't think this is something friends do," he croaked, praying that by some twist of face, she'd end up in his arms.
"I'm so sorry," she gasped, hauling herself back across the seat and throwing the door open. "I'm so sorry, Bob." He watched her climb down and grab her tote bag, barely glancing back at him as she slammed the door and ran inside the building.
He was going to offer to walk her to her door. He wanted to make sure she got inside safely. He wanted to do a lot of things that would hopefully come across in a friendly way. This was decidedly not how he imagined his night would end, staring at the spot where she disappeared inside and wondering if she regretted kissing him. She really ran away from him at top speed without any clarification.
"Damn it, Bob," he whispered as he put his truck in gear. But he didn't know what he could have done differently. He just wished he didn't know how fucking good it felt to have Anna's lips on his, because it would probably never happen again. He wanted to ask her why she kissed him in the first place. Then an even more devastating thought occurred to him. What if she didn't want to be his friend after this?
He really needed Nat to come home from her deployment, because he knew he couldn't mention this to Jessica at D&D. What would he even tell her? That Anna kissed him exactly once and then ran away faster than an olympic sprinter?
Then he parked in front of his house and saw the text that made him shove his phone into his pocket and not look at it again until morning.
Anna Webber: I'm sorry. That was a mistake. Please forgive me.
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Anna was curled up in her sad bed trying not to cry. Bob would probably never want to talk to her again now. What kind of person told a man they just wanted to be friends and then kissed him like the words meant nothing? Anna, apparently. But it felt so nice. No. Better than that. Kissing Bob felt necessary.
Before she could change her mind, she texted him and then turned off her phone. I'm sorry. That was a mistake. Please forgive me.
She rolled onto her back and started to cry. Not for the first time, she thought about calling Kevin and screaming at him for ruining everything. She should feel a sense of freedom by now after finally leaving him in New Jersey with Alyssa, but she just didn't. It wasn't fair that Anna had no control over what Kevin did when he still seemed to dictate what she was allowed to do. But she knew she had to be a better person than him.
When she reached down to the floor, her fingers found the stack of books she was currently reading for work and for entertainment. She picked up the Vonnegut from Bob, because it wasn't even really that late, and she was in a mood now anyway. Then she took the time to find the note from him. Her new bookmark. She read through her tears until they stopped. She didn't dog ear a single page. She used his note to save her spot, and then she fell asleep with the book pressed to her chest.
She felt awful on Friday at work. When she gave her first lecture, it felt forced instead of insightful, and her notes seemed to blur on the pages in front of her. She didn't have an appetite, which was fine since she had no money for food and forgot to pack a lunch. Instead of going to the weird tree and the nicest women she'd ever met, she sat in her office and cried with her head resting on her folded arms.
Bob didn't text her back, but she figured he wouldn't. There was really nothing else to say. She already decided she wasn't going to mention the kiss to Advanced Calculus or Advanced Physics, but perhaps she should tell them it would be a good thing after all if Bob went on a dating app. He deserved to be happy. Someone else would make him happy.
As Anna was packing up everything she would need for the weekend, there was a knock on her office door. It was late, and her stomach was growling loudly, but she called out, "Come in!"
The room was so small, Bradley Bradshaw and his wife barely fit on the opposite side of her desk when standing side by side, and Anna watched him shuffle around so he was standing partially behind her. "What's up, Anna?" he rasped with a grin, and she had no difficulty imagining him ten years younger in a loud fraternity house.
"Hi," she replied, clasping her hands together. "What are you both doing here? I was just about to catch the bus and go home."
"You never came to lunch today!" her friend complained. "And you didn't text me back. I was starting to get nervous that the creeper from the sociology department got to you or something."
"No," Anna replied with a soft laugh. "I'm fine."
Two pairs of eyes bored into her, and then Bradley and his wife both blurted out, "How was Chippy's?"
"Did Bob make a move?" Bradley asked, his hands caressing his wife through her tweed blazer.
Anna swallowed a huge lump of guilt. "We're just friends," she managed to say.
"Yeah, yeah," he said with an eye roll. "Sure. But did he? Because I've been being a dick all week about getting him on a dating app even though I know he's not into the idea. Jake and I thought it might help."
"Are you serious right now?" his wife gasped, smacking at his hands while Anna rubbed her temples with her fingertips. "I told you not to interfere," she hissed.
"We're just friends," Anna repeated a little louder over the two of them arguing. "Chippy's was great. Amazing peanuts. Sticky floors. Grouchy bartender. It was like being back in undergrad."
Just as Bradley was raising his hand, about to speak again, he took an elbow to the side that seemed to make him think better of it as his wife asked, "Then you won't mind going back on Wednesday? To surprise Jessica for her birthday?"
"It's her birthday?" Anna asked, excited by the idea of being invited to a celebration even though Bob would definitely be there as well.
"Yes. I texted you about it when you skipped out on us at lunchtime."
"Right," she replied, knowing she'd only been checking her phone occasionally on purpose. "I'll be there on Wednesday. Of course I will." She was going to have to suck up her embarrassment over everyone trying to push her and Bob together, but at least they didn't know about the kiss she ran away from. "Anything for Jess."
"And are you coming to the Hard Deck tonight?" her friend asked as her husband's hands crept back into place on her body.
"I have a lot of work to do. Midterms are just around the corner," she replied lamely. "So, probably not."
With a sigh, her friend nodded once and said, "Please don't skip lunch next week. We missed you."
Bradley said, "I'll make extra hummus," before his wife started pushing him to the door.
The confirmation that the hummus was in fact homemade left Anna feeling slightly jealous. That feeling only grew as she watched her friend take Bradley's chin in her hand and softly say, "Oh, Beer Boy. I don't even want to know what kind of a monstrosity of a dating profile you'd make for Bob."
He smiled and waved at Anna before he looked at his wife and said, "I just want all of my friends to be as happy as I am."
She grabbed him by his khaki belt and said, "Let's stop by the library."
Anna desperately wanted to be that happy, too.
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"What's your problem, man?" Mickey asked as he drove Bob home from Dungeons & Dragons. "You were weird all night."
"Just tired," Bob replied, and he was being at least partially honest. He'd been staying up later than usual, working on some poetry and reading the books Anna recommended. He enjoyed all of them; she seemed to know exactly how to reach his innermost hidden thoughts and ideas. She somehow understood him, and that was more exciting than he wanted it to be right now. But when he and Anna had to be together in person again, he knew it was going to be a different story. He was almost relieved she didn't show up at the Hard Deck earlier, because he had no idea how to act around her now.
She knew he had feelings for her, and that kiss had roughed him up a bit. Even a couple days afterwards, he thought he could still feel the pressure of her lips on his and smell her shampoo.
"Are you still hung up on Anna?"
Mickey's words made Bob laugh. "More than ever before."
"You know what I think you should do?" his friend asked as he zipped along in his sports car.
Bob cradled his forehead and said, "I'd love to hear it," even though he was pretty sure it would annoy him.
"You should tell her that you don't want to be just friends. And then kiss her."
Bob turned and looked at Mickey as the passing street lights illuminated him and then left him in darkness over and over again. "I'm not going to do that. All I can do is hope she changes her mind." He didn't mention the fact that they had already kissed; he was sure she was too embarrassed by it to want it to become public knowledge.
As Mickey pulled up to Bob's house, he said, "Well whatever you're doing right now, it's not working."
Bob sighed and said, "Thanks. That's really helpful. See you on Monday. Oh, and don't forget about the surprise party thing on Wednesday."
"Yeah, I won't forget. Hard Deck at seven o'clock."
"Chippy's!" Bob called out as he pulled away. Sometimes he felt like the most organized one out of all of his friends, and it was honestly amazing that Mickey even managed to get to work on time. At least Suzanne's lights were off as Bob walked up to his porch and let himself inside. He didn't have the energy to deal with anyone else tonight.
He stripped down to his underwear and got ready for bed, but he took his computer with him. He was ridiculous for doing it, but he looked at the notes he'd typed up last night and started writing. It was never as beautiful or eloquent as the things he read from others, but posting his poetry online felt like he was at least taking ownership of something he created. This poem, however, he didn't know if he'd be able to post it at all. He found himself writing about red hair when he realized it would warrant a mature rating label if he ever did decide to post it. Then he started to think about all the things he wanted to do with Anna and her red hair.
Bob grunted and set his computer aside. She was giving him mixed signals, and he wasn't sure she'd ever change her mind about being with him, but that didn't stop his body from responding as he imagined her beautiful hair spread out on his pillow. He'd take fistfuls of it and press his nose to it. He'd tug gently on it and tell her that she was beautiful. He would press kisses to the coppery strands and then guide her lower on his body as he grasped a little harder.
"Shit," Bob panted, kicking off his covers and pulling himself free from his gray boxer briefs. He jerked off to the idea of Anna and him together. She'd kiss his hips and thighs and laugh softly before licking along his length. His name would sound like the most beautiful poetry on her lips. Her freckles would stand out in the soft lamplight. He'd guide her along with his fingers wrapped around her hair as she teased him.
He stroked himself with his eyes closed, panting softly and whispering some of his own poetry, and he wasn't even surprised when he came all over his flat abs. When he adjusted his glasses with his clean hand, he thought he'd much prefer to see Anna in his bed with him.
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Anna was starved for conversation with another human being by the time Monday morning arrived. Forcing herself to be a recluse as a means to distract herself from her plethora of issues was clearly not the answer. Not when she'd actually managed to make some friends in San Diego. She arrived on campus early and stopped in the lounge for a donut only to find nobody else from her department was really around. Then when she gave her first lecture, half of her students looked like they were still asleep. She tucked her new bookmark of sorts into Frankenstein by Mary Shelley and counted down the hours until she could meet her friends for lunch.
Jessica seemed none the wiser about her upcoming surprise party, but that was the whole point of the thing. Anna started bracing herself to spend some more time around Bob, hoping her kiss was so forgettable that he'd already moved on. Honestly, that was a pretty good possibility. She hadn't really considered that before, but it made a lot of sense. She was boring. After another day or two, he'd have probably forgotten all about it.
This helped Anna push herself through the week. On Wednesday, she took the bus home to change, and she knew she'd never make it to Chippy's on time in her sundress and denim jacket unless she took an Uber to the bar. So she gritted her teeth and paid for the ride, wishing for so many reasons that she hadn't kissed Bob so that she could have asked him to pick her up. But when she got to Chippy's, Bob wasn't even there. And Anna was met with a different issue in the form of a very attractive man with dark hair and dark eyes.
She felt his gaze on her as soon as she arrived, surprised he was looking at her of all people. But in her rush to get to Chippy's on time, all she really got to do was say hi to Jake and Bradley before they got her into position for the surprise. It looked like the bar had been reserved just for Jessica tonight, and that made Anna inexplicably happy and sad at the same time. Even that old bartender looked excited to celebrate. Even Dr. Rosenthal showed up.
Then Bob rushed in wearing jeans, a snug fitting tee shirt and a worried expression. His hair looked damp, and he was straightening out his glasses as he glanced around and asked, "Did I make it in time?" Anna felt like someone knocked the wind out of her as he got closer.
"Barely," Bradley replied, checking his watch. "Sugar and Jess should be here any minute. Where the fuck were you?"
Bob's cheeks turned a little pink as he muttered, "I had to help Suzanne with her car. She had a flat tire. And then she insisted I come inside for a few minutes so she could thank me properly. I lost track of time."
Anna crossed her arms and pressed her lips together as Bob came to stand right next to her. When he softly said hello, she just nodded and tried to give him a smile, but she was too overwhelmed with too many different feelings. He smelled like soap, and she knew his body was warm without him even touching her. She didn't know who Suzanne was, but she was automatically a little jealous, which was ridiculous. But now she felt like that kiss last week was as forgettable as she both hoped and feared.
Anna wanted to cry, but even her tears had to take a backseat at the moment as the door to Chippy's opened up and both of her friends walked inside. "Happy birthday!" everyone shouted, and Anna tried her best to look enthusiastic for the occasion.
"No!" Jessica called out, shoving at the other woman's arm as she realized it was her birthday party. "You're sneaky! You lied to me about getting just one birthday beer!" Then she rushed forward in her adorable suit and high heels, heading straight for Jake's arms. But the second person she reached out to hug was Anna.
"Happy birthday, Advanced Physics," she said with a stifled laugh.
"I'm so happy you're here," Jessica gushed, and Anna felt a lot better as she returned the hug.
But all too soon, she was left on her own. At least all of the tables were covered in dishes of peanuts. Jake was paying for Sam Adams for everyone, but Anna knew she shouldn't drink. Not again. Not after she got tipsy with Bob.
She could still feel those dark eyes on her as she broke open a peanut and enjoyed the perfectly salty taste. Who was that guy? His arms were wrapped around Jessica's waist, and Jake looked like he was about to go through the roof as his girlfriend laughed. Then he made his way over to Bradshaw's wife and gave her the same treatment. But Bradley looked completely unfazed when she kissed the other man on the cheek and smiled. They whispered something back and forth, and he met Anna's eyes with a wink. She quickly looked away, hoping to avoid a conversation. Bob was sipping a beer and smashing open his own peanuts, and she knew if she couldn't be with him, she didn't want to be with anyone else either.
Too late. "Hi, are you Anna?" came an unfamiliar voice followed by the spicy scent of too much cologne.
"I am," she answered, looking down at the extended hand of this handsome stranger. "Are you a friend of Jessica's?"
He laughed as their hands met. "Sure," he replied smoothly. "But it's really Bradshaw and I that go way back. I'm Dev. Dev Borah."
"Oh," she said, still shaking his hand and trying to make sense of things. Why was she so awkward? She finally released him and said, "It's... nice to meet you. Um, how do you know Bradley?"
"Virginia. Undergrad. I graduated with the two of them, actually. Nearly died of shock last year when I heard they were both out in San Diego and getting married. Can I get you a drink, Beautiful? Something other than Sam Adams?"
"Oh," Anna gasped as she looked up at him in surprise. "Um... I don't really drink much."
Dev moaned and gripped at his chest dramatically. "You're killing me. I own a brewery!"
Anna could barely tell one type of beer from another, but she wasn't about to tell him that. And quite honestly, talking about making beer sounded interesting enough; she loved learning about new things. But he just called her beautiful. She was flustered and too hot, and then she saw Bob standing off to the side with Mickey, and his expression was one of great displeasure.
"A brewery?" she asked, trying to force her attention back to Dev.
"Beta Brewing," he said proudly. "We're currently working on a two million dollar expansion project. It's kind of a construction zone, but if you ever want to come up to sample the goods, I'd love to have you."
Anna's eyes went wide. That sounded like an innuendo, but Dev's face was calm as he sipped his pint. Anna figured he must be okay if he was friends with all of these people, but she was never going to go there without the girls. "Maybe if everyone else wanted to go, I could tag along?"
Dev laughed and said, "Bradshaw makes the drive frequently enough. I'm sure we'll see each other again. But just to be sure... I could give you my personal number."
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Bob was seething. He'd met Dev Borah exactly one time before, and while he'd had pretty neutral feelings about him prior to tonight, now he hated the sight of him. He'd persuaded Anna to have a beer even though Bob heard her say she didn't really want one, and now he was typing something into Anna's phone. He was giving her his number, just like Bob had done so many weeks ago.
"Stop torturing yourself, man," Mickey said, handing Bob some more peanuts.
"You think she likes him?" Bob asked, voice tight as he grabbed the bowl in his shaky hand.
Mickey shrugged next to him. "What's not to like?"
Bob tossed the bowl onto one of the tables. "You're not helping." He walked away to find someone else, anyone else, to talk to. He should have kissed Anna for as long as he could when he had the chance, because it was all he could think about now. It was all he wanted. She kept looking at him; if she was going to talk to Dev all night and say that kissing Bob was a mistake, then why was she looking at him?
He needed to get out of here and go home, but he knew his friends would be disappointed. Even Suzanne would shake her head. Honestly, he'd be annoyed with himself, too. But his mood was something so unfamiliar, he was ready to force himself to talk to the woman standing next to Anna who he thought was from the science department just so he wouldn't feel like a joke.
"You know," Bradley said as he slung his arm around Bob's shoulders, "I had no idea Dev liked redheads so much. But then again, he never was too discerning back in the day."
"What do you want, Rooster?" he asked with a grunt.
"I just wanted to make sure you're having fun at Jess's little shindig."
Bob let Bradley slap him obnoxiously on the back as he asked, "Did you invite Dev? Is he going to give Anna a hard time or anything?" His eyes trailed back over to where Dev was still talking her ear off.
Bradley chuckled. "I invited him to get Jake riled up, but I had no idea you'd be collateral damage." He finally released Bob as he said, "And nah, Dev's harmless."
What Bob wouldn't give to have Natasha back. He missed her terribly, and all the guys seemed to be better behaved when she was around. But she'd take one look at Anna and probably embarrass him in front of her even more.
"I think I'm actually going to head home," came Anna's voice filtering over to Bob as she finally cut Dev off. "It was nice to meet you."
"Let me drive you," he replied immediately, and Bob could already picture him getting Anna settled into his Mercedes-Benz, his fingers grazing her bare thigh.
"No, that's okay," she told Dev as she backed away from him. "I'm just going to say goodbye to Jessica, and then I'll get an Uber."
She made her escape to the table next to where Bob stood, and Jessica gave her a big hug. "Happy birthday," Anna told her once again, followed softly by, "I'm glad we're friends."
Jessica squealed and hugged her tighter. "Me too."
"I'm going to call an Uber and head out," Anna was saying, but Jessica was already looking around.
"No way. It's dark out, and someone here can drive you home. Hey, Bob? Can you drive Anna home?"
He knew he was going to say yes even though part of him didn't want to. And there was another part of him that assumed she'd just say Dev offered to take her. But when Anna looked up at him, he nodded and immediately said, "Of course."
To his surprise, Anna looked a little relieved as she took a step closer. "Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked him with a little wince.
"Not one bit. I was planning on heading home, and it's on the way."
Bob accepted a sloppy kiss on the cheek from Jessica who was well on her way to being drunk. Then he dug his keys from his pocket and nodded toward the door. Anna followed closely next to him, but unlike the last time they were at Chippy's, he didn't touch her. When Bob held the door open, he looked back over his shoulder at Dev who raised his pint glass with a smile of defeat, but he didn't really care about anyone except Anna.
"Thanks," she muttered, walking out into the cool, night air.
"Did you have a good time?" Bob asked, putting a little more space between them as he pointed up the block toward his truck.
Anna laughed, but the sound was tight and forced. "It was okay. I think Jessica was having fun, which is the most important thing, you know?"
"Yeah," he agreed, squeezing his key in his hand as all of the images of their kisses returned. Everything he thought about when he wrote new poetry and touched himself to completion. He swallowed hard; even being around Anna was a lot for his senses. He couldn't blame Dev for trying, but their interactions made him jealous. "Did you get Dev's number?"
Anna stumbled a bit on the sidewalk as she looked up at him, but he kept his eyes focused straight ahead. "I didn't ask for it. He just kind of gave it to me," she said softly. "He invited me up to his brewery to try some beers. When I told him I'm not much of a beer drinker, he said he'd really enjoy teaching me about the process."
"I'm sure he would," Bob muttered, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.
When he reached his truck, he wrenched the passenger door open for Anna, and she glowed softly in the dim, orange interior lighting. "He's a bit much," she said, looking up at him.
Bob nodded once, but she didn't make a move to climb in. "I don't know him very well, but I know he likes to hear himself talk." When she still didn't move, Bob asked, "Are you going to call him? Give him the opportunity?"
"I already told you..." she said firmly. "I can't be in a relationship right now, so I wouldn't want to encourage Dev. And I'm really, really sorry about last week, Bob." She fidgeted with her hands and added, "But if I were in a place where I wanted to start something, I wouldn't pick him."
"Really?" Bob asked as his heart pounded. The most depraved part of him wanted to hear her say she liked him more than Dev. More than anyone.
"Really," she whispered, placing her hand on the seat. "I like old trucks better than fancy sports cars."
That was enough confirmation for Bob. His skin was tingling with anticipation he knew he couldn't quench, but he didn't mind as much now as he did ten minutes ago. "Yeah... you could do way better than a multi millionaire anyway."
Anna's laughter in response was so genuine, Bob laughed, too. The drive to her place was quiet but not as strained as he was afraid it would be, and when he was about a block away, she took her phone out and started messing around with it. "Thanks, Bob," she said as he pulled up to the curb.
He cleared his throat. "You know how you told me you didn't think I should use the dating app? Because I didn't need it?"
"Yeah?" she asked, reaching for the door handle but looking at him.
He squeezed the steering wheel tight in both hands and said, "Well, I don't think you need Dev's phone number." He watched her jump down and turn to glance his way, and then she smiled.
"I already deleted it. Thanks again for the ride. Maybe I'll see you this weekend?"
He nodded once before she closed the door. As she walked inside, he said, "I hope so."
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Oh. Oh, okay. She prefers you, Bob! Now get ready for action. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls. And thanks @attapullman for all the underwear discussions.
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2010s Nostalgia || Hetalia Edition
Hetalia Youtube Nostalgia Playlist | 117 songs | 7hr 5min
• Hey Na Na - Katie Herzig
• Viva La Vida - Coldplay
• Rasputin - Boney M.
• Glad You Came - The Wanted
• Hot Mess - Cobra Starship
• Counting Stars - OneRepublic
• Fireflies - Owl City
• Bombshell Blonde - The Jagged Edges
• Do Better - Say Anything
• Welcome To The Show - Britt Nicole
• Dance With The Devil - Breaking Benjamin
• Survive - Sick Puppies
• Life is Beautiful - Sixx:A.M.
• Fairytale - Alexander Rybak
• Everybody Loves Me - One Republic
• Don't Mess With Me - temposhark
• Mimimi - SEREBRO
• I Like It Loud - Cash Cash
• I Just Wanna Run - The Downtown Fiction
• I'm ALIVE! - Becca
• Lovestruck - Breathe Electric
• I Like To Dance - Hot Chelle Rae
• Haven't Had Enough - Marianas Trench
• Kiss Me Thru The Phone - Soulja Boy, Sammie
• Hard out Here - Lily Allen
• Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars
• I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy
• Airplanes - B.o.B., Hayley Williams
• Rock Star - Prima J
• This Is War - Thirty Seconds To Mars
• Hey Brother - Avicii
• Cinderella - Tata Young
• Centuries - Fall Out Boy
• Déjà Vu - 3OH!3
• Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me - Lene Alexandra
• Miss Jackson - Panic! At The Disco, LOLO
• The Ballad of Mona Lisa - Panic! At The Disco
• Europe's Skies - Alexander Rybak
• Bad Apple!! - RichaadEB, Cristina Vee
• Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic! At The Disco
• Let's Kill Tonight - Panic! At The Disco
• Hurricane - Panic! At The Disco
• Casual Affair - Panic! At The Disco
• Never Close Our Eyes - Adam Lambert
• Playing With Fire - Ovi, Paula Seling
• Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab
• Nicotine - Panic! At The Disco
• Killer - The Ready Set
• How to Be a Heartbreaker - MARINA
• This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy
• Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) - My Chemical Romance
• Troublemaker - Olly Murs, Flo Rida
• Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship, Leighton Meester
• I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters
• One Woman Army - Porcelain Black
• How To Start A War - Simon Curtis
• Maps - Maroon 5
• Do Better - Say Anything
• STARSTRUKK - 3OH!3
• Remember Everything - Five Finger Death Punch
• The Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin
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• When You're Evil - Aurelio Voltaire
• Canadian, Please - Julia Bentley, Gunnarolla
• Sarah Smiles - Panic! At The Disco
• Take Me to Church - Hozier
• Viking Death March - Billy Talent
• Headstrong - Trapt
• Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind
• Don't Believe A Word - Third Eye Blind
• Warriors - Imagine Dragons
• iNSaNiTY - CircusP
• Paralyzer - Finger Eleven
• I'm Awesome - Spose
• 24 - Jem
• Clarity - Zedd, Foxes
• Hall of Fame - The Script, will.i.am
• The Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco
• Immortals - Fall Out Boy
• Rather Be - Clean Bandit, Jess Glynne
• Wake Me Up - Avicii
• a thousand years - Christina Perri
• Just Like Fire - P!nk
• Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift, The Civil Wars
• Safe And Sound - Capital Cities
• Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde
• Demons - Imagine Dragons
• DNA - Little Mix
• Remember The Name - Fort Minor, Styles of Beyond
• Victorious - Panic! At The Disco
• 右肩の蝶 (Butterfly On Your Right Shoulder) - Kagamine Rin/Len
• We Are One (Ole Ole) - Pitbull, Jennifer Lopez, Claudia Leitte
• Hero - Skillet
• Maraca - Mohombi
• The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy
• DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3
• Teenage Dream - Katy Perry
• SING - My Chemical Romance
• Good Time - Owl City, Carly Rae Jepsen
• White Rabbit - Egypt Central
• Not Gonna Die - Skillet
• The Kill - Thirty Seconds To Mars
• We No Speak Americano - Yolanda Be Cool, DCup
• Nobody's Listening - Linkin Park
• Disco Pogo - Die Atzen
• German Sparkle Party - The Something Experience
• Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects
• I Could Be The One - Avicii, Nicky Romero
• Can't Hold Us - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis
• Still Into You - Paramore
• Primadonna - MARINA
• Pompeii - Bastille
• 恋愛サーキュレーション (Renai Circulation) - 物語シリーズ
• Awake And Alive - Skillet
• Monster - Skillet
• Poker Face - Lady Gaga
• Falling Inside The Black - Skillet
#i want to personally apologize for the sheer amount of PATD songs there are here#shoutout to the xDayDreamersStudiox “I Don't Care” amv SPECIFICALLY#or the I Don't Care nightcore video with the BFT as the background image#anyway i'm sorry if there are any repeats#this playlist is likely to be updated from time to time as i remember more songs#some of these are really niche and some are personal additions but i hope y'all who were there for the days of imovie AMVs will remember#some of these#aaaaanyway hetalia youtube LOOOOOOOOOVED fob's “Save Rock And Roll” album when it came out#and “American Beauty/American Psycho”#same with panic's “Too Weird To Live/Too Rare To Die” and “Death of a Bachelor”#hetalia#hetalia playlist#hetalia music#hetalia world series#floralcrematorium music#hws#ヘタリア#Spotify
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Steve getting cut off from his family just before season 3 means he also lost his home and with his meager wages at scoops and the scraps his parents sent him off with he's barely able to live in the trailer park. but he gets by, often skipping meals or reluctantly eating his fill on the ice cream he's able to get for free at scoops.
it's how he first meets Eddie- who keeps assuming that Steve is only there to be with whatever new girlfriend he has, that he only sees him come out to smoke because his girl must hate it. he doesn't explicitly say any of this though and doesn't ask, so Steve doesn't realize.
Steve is offered hush money after the starcourt mess and, with his lost job… the meager amount offered for that… Steve risks asking for more. and they double it. and it's a LOT of money. but Steve knows he needs to be careful with it. puts half in savings, that he will never touch unless it's an emergency. the rest, with his trailer, is more than enough to keep him sustained for a few decades.
he doesn't need to work. he just wants something to do, which is why he agrees to job hunt with robin (who couldnt accept too much hush money bc her parents would get sus) and any other free time he has is spent fixing up the trailer, knowing that fixing it up for the long term now is the smart play.
it's then that Eddie puts two and two together, that the trailer is Steves home, and the subtle digs stop all together. Its not that he pities Steve, he just... understands. And he sees how alone Steve is when he isn't being dragged to work or babysitting duty, Robin rarely having the free time to hang out.
So Eddie starts coming over, more and more, until they become great friends. Steve tells Eddie all about the Upside Down one day when he's high out of his mind, but Eddie thinks it's all a story. Keeps hush hush about bc Steve was so adamant.
Imagine Eddies surprise when, half a year later, his bff/crush turns up with one of his D&D kids and they tell him that the story is true.
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I actually fear that I will never recover from Finsbury last night
The post concert depression is hitting harder than normal and I need to go lie in a dark room for like a week to recover from everything Healy bestowed upon me last night
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Hey I saw your reply about the leclerc fics, could I request an imagine of say 16yr old sister reader getting her wisdom teeth out, and charles picking her up, getting her to stay in the car, etc? Sounds so random but I feel like it would be the funniest and cutest thing. If you could add an instagram story au of a photo that charles had taken of the loopy reader that would be amazing haha, thanks!
THANKS FOR NOT KILLING ME | CHARLES LECLERC
pairings: charles leclerc x sister!reader / arthur leclerc x sister!reader / lorenzo leclerc x sister!reader
warnings: mention of surgery. dentist. anesthesia. food. mood swings.
author's note: thank you for the request, I had fun writing this one! sorry if the ending seems rushed, I just didn't know how to properly end it. hope you enjoy it and let me know what you thought of it!
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''Can you pull over? I have to pee.'' Y/N asked Charles, who was focused on the road.
Her older brother glanced at her through his rearview mirror, already done with the entire drive. ''No, you're gonna have to wait.''
Their mother had asked the second oldest Leclerc sibling to accompany her and his younger sister to the dentist, to get the youngest's wisdom teeth removed. Pascale already guessed that she was going to need some help with the teenage girl once her surgery was done.
He hadn't been too ecstatic, just wanting to hang out with his friends or play some video games. However, his mother had been very adamant on him joining and he found it hard to say no to her. Meanwhile, Arthur had volunteered to tag along, not wanting to miss his sister's reaction to the anesthesia as he had seen countless funny wisdom teeth removal videos online. The eldest brother, Lorenzo, had other businesses to attend to, but promised he would help take care of the girl once he was home.
''Honey, I told you to go slow on the pineapple juice.'' Her mother kindly scolded her, recalling her daughter's determination to only consume the drink as she had heard from friends that it would lessen the pain.
Y/N sighed, uncomfortably shifting in her seat. ''I'm hungry and thirsty, Maman!'' She complained, not having eaten anything in the last 8 hours.
''We'll get something afterwards, chérie,'' her mother assured her, ''how about ice-cream?'' Pascale turned around, looking at her daughter. ''Sounds good, thanks.''
''We're here.'' Charles pulled up to the parking and safely parked their car in the right spot.
Arthur snickered. ''Ooh~ I can't wait for you to get back.'' He teased her, rubbing his hands together.
''Shut up, you idiot!'' Y/N slapped his arm, resulting in a loud yelp from her older brother.
''Auw! You little shit!'' Arthur tried to hit her back, but his arm was pushed away by his mother. ''Stop it!''
''Maman!'' Arthur exclaimed, appalled. ''She started it!''
''You provoked her, Arthur.'' Pascale opened the car door and got out, adjusting her clothing.
Charles turned in his seat, looking at his sister. ''Y/N, good luck and we'll see you in an hour.'' Since the youngest sibling was still a minor, a guardian had to be present during the extent of her surgery, and with covid regulations still intact, the brothers couldn't wait for their sister inside the building. So, Charles and Arthur would fill up their free time until their mother had notified them when the surgery was done.
''It's not scary, right?'' She asked them, not making eye-contact with her brothers.
The two men glanced at each other, amused by the sudden behavior change. ''It's gonna be okay, you're not gonna feel a thing when they're removing the teeth.'' Charles comforted her.
Arthur opted to tease her, but seeing her obvious anxious expression, he didn't and followed his brother. ''Yeah, you have nothing to be scared about.''
Pascale had made her way around the car and opened her daughter's side of the door. ''Come on, we don't want to be late.'' Y/N nervously smiled at her two brothers, before getting out of the car.
''It's gonna be okay, you're brave!''
''Don't worry about it, munchkin.''
Their words of encouragement send a smile to their mother's face, touched by how her sons comforted their baby sister. Pascale put her arm around her daughter's shoulders and guided her into the dentist's office.
Her brothers watched them going in. ''She's gonna be fine, right?'' Arthur asked Charles, not entirely sure.
''Of course, you know how she doesn't like to embarrass herself in public.''
''I'm dying!'' Y/N cried out to her mother, once she had regained consciousness.
Pascale shook her head, already knowing it was going to be a difficult task. ''You're not, my love.'' She took out her phone and sent a quick text to Charles, informing him she had woken up and that she would need their help to get her into the car.
''Maman! I can't see anything, I've gone blind!'' Upon hearing her daughter's words, she looked at her. ''Chérie, that's because your eyes are closed.'' Pascale, along with the dentist and his assistant, had a hard time not to burst out laughing at the sight of the young girl.
''Oh.''
With some help from the assistant, Pascale got her daughter out of the chair. They each held one of Y/N's arms over their shoulders until they made it to the front entrance of the building, where Charles and Arthur were waiting for them. As soon as the two Leclerc's noticed their mom and sister, they took over.
''See? We told you that you would be fine.'' Charles immediately reassured her, his sister mindlessly staring at nothing.
Y/N whined in return. ''I'm not fine, I'm dying!'' She loudly exclaimed, her mother trying to shush her straight away.
''And I'm dying to get out of here, let's go!'' Arthur commented and made a move to start walking back to the car.
Pascale thanked the assistant for the successful surgery, just loud enough for Y/N to hear.
''Thank you for not killing me, Doc!'' She yelled out, causing some heads to turn at the noise.
''That's my job, thank you, Y/N.'' The assistant took it all in good fun and smiled at the young girl, her whole day made because of the interaction.
Eventually, the brothers got her in the car. Arthur put her seatbelt on, but stopped midway once he saw her looking wide-eyed at him. ''What is it?''
''Since when did you get here?'' She asked him, confusion written all over her face.
He simply chuckled and made sure her seatbelt was put on safely. ''Me and Charles were waiting for you to be done.''
''Charles is here?'' Y/N reacted astounded, gasping when Arthur pointed at the man in the driver's seat. The Ferrari driver had a huge smile on his face, endeared by his little sister. ''I'm here, Y/N.''
The teenager mirrored his smile until she noticed something. ''Wait, he's driving the car?'' She looked at her mom, who nodded.
''No~ he can't drive!'' Y/N whined, trying to take her seatbelt off.
Arthur stopped her right away. ''No, no, no! You have to keep that on, it's for your safety.'' He held his sister's arms to prevent her from doing anything further.
''Why can't Charles drive, honey?''
''Because he's stupid.'' She made a reference to the infamous Baku qualifying when he planted himself into the barriers.
Their mom and Arthur cackled at the comment, while Charles just accepted it. He drove out of the parking lot and the family was on their way back home.
''Where's Enzo?'' Y/N asked them, noticing the eldest brother wasn't in the car.
''He's at work, he'll be at home soon.'' Pascale answered, staying as positive as she possibly could.
Arthur pulled his phone out, grinning ear to ear. ''You wanna FaceTime him?'' He searched for his brother's contact and handed the phone to her. Y/N took the phone and pressed the FaceTime button, excited to speak with her brother.
However, he didn't answer and his little sister didn't like it one bit. ''Huh?'' She stared at her own reflection on the phone screen, a puzzled look on her face. ''Why isn't he answering?'' Her voice wavered, an indication she was going to cry.
''No, chérie, he's probably just busy.'' Pascale immediately tried to comfort her, not wanting to deal with that at that moment, but her daughter wouldn't hear it. ''He hates me, he doesn't want to talk to me.'' She continued whining, wiping non-existent tears away.
''Y/N, he doesn't hate you, he loves you! More than anyone else.'' Charles helped his mom, being reminded of when his sister was a toddler and she would whine the exact same way.
She fell more quiet at his words. ''Charles, do you love me?'' The whining had died down and the question came out more genuine.
''Of course I do! You're my baby sister, you're my favorite person!'' Charles wasn't lying when calling her his favorite person. The two had a very close bond and she always brightened his gray days. If she wasn't busy with school, she was always there for him during the Grand Prix's. Maybe he had to tell her more that he appreciated her always being there for him, he didn't say it enough.
She smiled at his answer, but wasn't satisfied yet. ''Do you love me more than Arthur?''
Charles simply laughed at the question while Arthur expectantly looked at his older brother, also curious about the answer.
"What's that kind of a question? I love you both equally." He put an emphasis on the last word, glimpsing at both of them through the rearview mirror.
Arthur's attention went back to the phone, but the youngest still wasn't content. "Why? I'm so much better than Arthur and I'm also prettier than him." Y/N summed up the reasons why Charles should love her more, almost in a childish manner.
"You're lucky you just got out of surgery, Y/N" The youngest Leclerc brother semi-threatened the girl.
"You know, I would stick my tongue out at you, but I can't feel anything." She shot back at him, gathering some laughs from Charles and their mother.
It didn't take long for them to arrive back home. However, it did take a long time for them to get Y/N in the house. Arthur joked about the ground being lava and she refused to get out of the car.
''I'm gonna go to the grocery store and get Y/N her ice cream. Charles, you're in charge of your sister!'' Pascale didn't waste anymore words and was out of the door before her second oldest child could even respond.
Charles sighed loudly, but still made his way to the living room and sat next to his sister, who didn't seem to have a thought behind her eyes. ''You kinda look like Carlos right now, Y/N.'' He laughed, her stare reminding him of his teammate.
''I look hot?'' She asked him, her voice a little higher than usual.
He made a disgusted face, that wasn't what he meant. ''No, you just-''
''So you think I'm ugly? My face feels all swollen.'' Her emotions were all over the place. A few seconds before she was all excited about being compared to Carlos and now she looked like she could burst out in tears.
Charles slightly panicked. ''No, no! You're pretty, Y/N! You're beautiful!'' He put his arms around her, feeling bad for making her cry.
She slowly blinked her eyes at him. ''Really? Oh, Charlie! That's so nice! You're pretty too!'' The tears in her eyes were gone and a bright smile had returned to her face.
Her older brother giggled, entertained by his sister's actions. He flinched when the front door suddenly closed very loudly. He glanced behind him to see Lorenzo entering the living room.
''Hey, how did it go?'' He asked them, appearing in front of them.
Charles answered for her. ''Good, no complications at all.''
''Unlike Ferrari…'' Y/N mumbled, a smirk present.
Lorenzo chuckled at her words. ''Ah, see! The anesthesia didn't do anything to her, she's still the same.'' He sat down on Y/N's other side, so she was sat in-between them.
''Enzo! Oh my god! How did you get here?'' His sister looked at him wide-eyed, like she hadn't just seen him walk into the house.
He confusingly glanced at Charles, who continued to be amused by his sister. ''I took my car and I drove home from work.'' He answered, matter-of-factly.
''I missed you, but you didn't pick up when I called.'' She told him, Lorenzo's confusion grew even more by the sudden mood swing.
''You didn't call me.''
''She called from Arthur's phone.'' Charles clarified for him.
''Ah~ I thought it was Arthur, so I didn't pick up, but if I had known it was you, I would have definitely answered, Y/N.'' Lorenzo figured he had to be as optimistic as he could be, that way he couldn't upset his sister in any way.
Y/N blushed at his words. ''That's so sweet! I knew you liked me more than Arthur.''
The youngest Leclerc brother must have sensed he was being talked about as footsteps could be heard coming down from the stairs. The door opened and he gave the three of them a suspicious look. ''I heard my name.''
''You must have a very good hearing.'' Lorenzo teased.
''Whatever,'' Arthur brushed it off, ''I'm going, can you tell mom when she gets back?'' He didn't look at his siblings, focused on getting his shoes and jacket on.
''Where are you going?''
''Friends.''
Charles and Lorenzo were satisfied with the answer, not particularly interested in who these friends were. However, their sister was a curious cat. ''Are you gonna see Mick?''
Arthur looked at her for the first time since he came downstairs, frowning. ''Mick? Who? Mick Schumacher?'' He asked her, to which Y/N nodded with an innocent smile on her face.
''No, why? Do you like him?'' The three brothers focused on their sister and how her face became more red. ''I think someone has a crush.''
''Mick's too old for you, Y/N.'' Arthur concluded, grabbing his car keys. He bid them goodbye and was off to meet his friends.
Y/N watched him leave, an offended expression on her face. ''He's not too old for me.''
''He's like 7 years older than you, that's too much. There are plenty people of your age who would love to date you.'' Charles said, not even wanting to think about his sister dating any of the other drivers on the grid.
Lorenzo agreed with his younger brother. ''Yes, by the way, you are way too young to have a boyfriend,'' he told her more sternly, ''or girlfriend.'' He doesn't discriminate.
''And if you're gonna date someone, don't date people who do motorsport.'' Charles added.
''So, no Mick?''
Both brothers shook their heads at her question, amused by her disappointment.
''How about Sebastian? He's retiring.''
"..."
''I'm not even gonna answer that one, I don't want that image in my head.''
''What's it with you and older guys?''
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#f1 fics#charles leclerc x oc#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc x sister!reader#f1 fic
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Say My Name Part 2. Footsteps
Say My Name Part 2. Footsteps
Information: I don't own the characters for the scenarios. A fun creative thing to do.
Adam Park x Reader
I look at my calendar when I came home from school. Tomorrow, marks my first week since, I started school at Angel Grove High School. I met couple of people this past week. Kimberly,Tommy,Aisha,Billy,Rocky,and Adam. (Y/N) smiled when said, "Adam name." I hope I didn't intrude on him. Even though, I made him blush on the first day that I met him. I grab my skirt and tighten my hand into a ball.
I knock on my daughters door. Hey dear, Mom said
Huh? I looked up and saw my mom. Hi mom. (Y/N) said
How was your first full week at Angel Grove High School? Mom said
It was a lot different than the previous high schools that I went too. I got meet a couple of people this past week. (Y/N) said
That's sounds fantastic. Mom said. Hey, I know its been really hard for you to adjust because. Mom said
It's fully understandable mom. We'd have to moved because of the job. (Y/N) said.
I knew that you would understand. But, I want you to feel safe too in this school and here. Mom said.
I smiled. Mom, Can I go to Ernie's Juice Cafe? (Y/N) said.
I don't mind. Go hangout with your friends. Especially, that cute guy.Mom said.
Mom. I blush and I was shocked when she heard me talk about Adam so much. Have you been listening against my door? (Y/N) said
Probably? Mom said. Go and have fun. Mom said. I close the door behind me.
I watched my mom closed the door after, she left the hallway. I shook my head from right to left and all around. I change my shirt into a tank top. I grab my navy jacket. I put my jacket on me. Then, I grab my wallet and my backpack. I left my room. Bye mom. I will see you later. (Y/N) said
Have fun, dear. Mom said.
I walk out the door and started to walk down the side walk. Does he like me or Does he not like me? I kept questioning over and over again in my head. I stop and look around. Hey!! (Y/N) I look behind me. I saw Kimberly and Aisha from a far.
Aisha, look I told you she would come. Kimberly said
Let's call her from here. Aisha said. Hey!!! (Y/N) Aisha said again.
Hey guys, (Y/N) said
We are so happy that you came to the Ernie's Juice Cafe, Kimberly said. You brought your books to study with us. Kimberly said
I had to bring my books to study anyway. (Y/N) said
Or study, Adam. Aisha said
Yes, I said quietly. (Y/N) said
Come on. Kimberly said
We all walk inside the building together. I watch how Aisha and Kimberly went to find a table. That's when I saw him doing those martial arts move. Breathe (Y/N) said.
(Y/N) over here. Aisha said.
I saw Aisha hand and heard her say, "(Y/N) over here." I walked over to the table. I sat down in the chair.
Adam's Pov.
(Y/N) over here. Aisha said. I look up from the mat. I saw (Y/N). I watch her walk elegantly over to the table. My gosh she is so pretty. Adam said.
Walk over to her,man. Tommy said.
She made me blush in the class on first day that I met her. Adam said
What did she actually say to you on that first day? Rocky said
Say my name first. Adam said
Ooo. That's when she made you blush. She must be nervous But, I can tell when she came in here she couldn't stop watching you. Rocky said.
Me and my footsteps. Adam said
What does that even mean? Billy said
It means that i'm too shy to walk over to her. Adam said
Don't ever be shy to walk over to her, man. You have that gummy smile. Maybe, she really likes you. Tommy said
I don't know. Adam said. I grab my water bottle and started to drink my water.
I heard that she has a crush on you. Billy said
I spit out my water. W-what? Adam said
Adam's Pov ends.
I watch how Adam spits out his water. (Y/N)
Still dazzling about him. Kimberly said
Yeah, I said quietly to Aisha and Kimberly. (Y/N) said. I like watching him doing his martial arts and how he sat down next to me in class. (Y/N) said
He is really cute, (Y/N). Aisha said.
I just would like to watch him again. Him and his footsteps. (Y/N) said
Footsteps? Kimberly said
Uh huh. (Y/N) said
Looks, like the guys are about to re start the martial arts again. Aisha said.
Uh oh. Kimberly said.
What?(Y/N) said. I turn my head and saw Bulk and Skull coming into the cafe. I watch how they walk over to the martial arts class.
Hey!, We want to join your martial arts class. I pointed. Bulk said
Yeah, hehehe we do. Skull said.
Teach us how to be a martial artists. Bulk said
I watch them pointing at the guys. I got out of my chair and walk over to the pole.
(Y/N) what are you doing? Kimberly said
No need to point fellas. Billy said
Then, watch and learn. Bulk said.
I watch how Bulk and Skull starting their goofy martial arts. I watch them do their kicks and their turns. Until, they ran into each other. Hehehe I giggle. (Y/N) said
I heard her giggle from were I was standing at. Cute. I blush. Adam said
You guys need a teacher. I can teach you. Tommy said
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if you were to ask them what love is, what other answer could they give but each other's name?
the entire universe is at their mercy, reality bending around them, and they have watched humanity grow from two seeds in a garden to a wave washing over the planet. they came from god's chest and tasted stardust, tasted grace and hellfire, and finally humanity.
eventually even each other.
their wings are starlight white and night-sky black, and they are not a grain of sand in the hourglass of time but the hands turning it over again and again before it can run out.
you would assume they know greater loss than anyone else, having watched everyone around them die, but it is not loss that defines them; it is trust, it's devotion.
it's faith.
so if you were to ask them what love is, the answer would be hidden within six thousand years, in bottles of wine and walks in the park, in feeding the ducks, the very first and the very last ones.
loving the world is an easy kind of love, you can find a new spark whenever you lose yours, and they know that love, too.
you ask them after the world did not end, and they hide their smiles from each other and that is how you know, it is how they know, and you want to give them more time. just a little more, so they can show their smiles without seeking out the shadows, and it's love without loss, it's love built around freedom and trust and the wish for safety.
people might think that adam and eve are the ones who invented love, the first beings to love another, to reach and watch and fight whoever stands in their way.
before them there were two beings fighting thunderstorms and god's will for each other, one who fell for love and one who left for it. love is heavy, a burden to carry, it cannot be unconditional or it will steal you away, swallow you whole, turn you inside out and shape you until you are the hourglass and they are the hands.
he does not need to breathe but he is suffocating on his sudden loneliness, the loss of a love he never imagined he could lose, not like this. it wasn't ripped away or went up in flames like in his dreams night after night after night. he imagined yelling and blood and hands clinging to his with all the faith they have built between them; a chapel meant for them and them alone weathering a storm.
he thought their love was each others names. he thought their love was blasphemy and destroyed churches and standing with your hands intertwined when god rips through the sky and the devil through the ground.
(he thought their love was carried within bags full of books in the dark. he thought their love was kneeling for confession and asking for redemption, for salvation, so they could stop the earth from being torn apart.)
he thought their love was destruction and a desperate search for peace.
(he thought their love was change and the hope for a better world.)
he was an optimist until the end.
(he left his faith behind to try and find it in the clouds.)
but if you were to ask them even now what love is, one would gaze up and the other down, and the answer would form right in the middle, where their eyes meet.
#alex writes good omens#good omens#ineffable husbands#crowley#aziraphale#good omens season 2#go2#aziracrow#crowley x aziraphale#ineffable divorce#the final fifteen#idk what this is but have it anyway
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I feel it in the air, second date is coming for biker!jason
a/n: not a full comeback, but i was dying to write for biker!jason so after the first, he is a second date and more to come ♡
Do you wanna learn how to ride? were the last words you expected you’d hear tonight. But there you were now, legs hanging on each side of Jason’s motorcycle, as your feet barely touched the floor. The black dress you had worn for dinner was now rolled up your thighs, and your heels thrown somewhere on the floor of the empty parking lot you were on.
Your date, standing right beside you, instructed you on how not to fall face first on the ground with his precious bike. Jason’s hand rested on top of yours, his thumb caressing the cold skin as he continued to teach you the mechanisms of the bike.
“So, here on your left you have the clutch. You’re gonna use it every time you need to change gears, just like a car. And to do that… ” he lowered himself to be levelled with the gear pedal, moving his touch to your bare leg. “You’re going to use your pretty legs to work this pedal, alright?”
Listening attentively, you could only shake your head and hope all that information would get to your head, but it was quite hard to do it, as his hand slowly slid up to rest on your tights as he stood from his former position, taking away all your concentration.
“On your right you have the brakes. Hand is front, feet is back. Be careful with those ones, they’re both important but used wrong can also be dangerous.” he told you sternly, eyes glued to yours. “Why do I feel you’re not listening?” he lowered his voice, almost whispering against your neck.
“I promise, I am” you laughed, confident but still avoiding his eyes, fearing what would happen if you kept staring at it for too long.
“Alright” breathed a laugh, stepping away from you. “Give it a try now, but don’t go crazy on the throttle…”
Before he could finish, you rolled the throttle heavier than you imagined all the while releasing the clutch faster than you should have, the bike jumping forward and immediately being held down by Jason’s strong arms.
“I really can’t do it.” you told him, while awkwardly laughing the embarrassment away.
“Yes, you can.” he assured.
“I can barely keep my balance.”
Trying to find an excuse to quit was too hard around Jason, who was adamant on having you drive, even if just two metres, on his bike tonight. Head shaking at your attempts to leave, he was definitely amused, as a smile didn’t cease to remain on his face. “Here, let me help you.”
You felt Jason’s leg moving behind you, as he took the back seat. Soon after, his chest met your back as his arms reached over yours, caging you to the bike. His hand now rested on top of yours and guided you on a ride that lasted a few minutes, but longer that you’d expected.
“Here, you did it” he said, as you raised your arms up in celebration. “I told you could, didn’t I?”
“I guess I had a great teacher.” you smile at him over your shoulder, tongue between your teeth, and a quick wink as you feel his hands moving to your waist.
“No, you just have a lot of potential.” he complimented, placing a kiss on your shoulder. Feeling the air grow thicker around you, you move a bit on your seat, accidentally grinding his crotch, feeling a big volume hit against your ass. Biting your lip, you bend forwards, laying your chest on the tank and making sure to lower the space between you both in the back.
You heard a loud sigh and his grip tighten around your waist. One of his arms curled around your middle, pulling you back up to rest your back on his chest again, while his free hand roamed to where your dress rolled up to expose your thigh.
“Stop grinding on me, little dove. Or we won’t make it out of this parking lot.” he whispered in your ear, causing goosebumps to run down your spine and wetness to form between your legs. A side of you really hoping to not make out of that parking lot.
#also#i did not review this as its 3am#and uni is not over yet#i have four project/exams this week and one more on the other#and i'm done#so more time for writing i hope#jason todd fluff#jason todd x reader#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd smut#jason todd blurb#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#jason todd imagine#red hood x reader#red hood imagine#red hood blurb#red hood fluff#red hood smut#biker!jason todd#jason todd#red hood
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