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Interviews and Playdates (OP81)

(Part of the Teen Dad!Oscar Piastri Au) Summary: The twins have made their paddock debut! The media is asking many of the drivers about it and the kids make a friend… or two.

The twins had been unable to sit still since they woke up this morning, too excited to get to visit the paddock for the first time and finally get to see their dad race. Oscar had hoped they would finally believe that he did in fact race the cars, something the twins were still not convinced of. 

Being that it was Oscar’s home race, he had decided to fly his family out to see his home. It was an exciting moment for the whole family. 

The minute they got to the paddock, all eyes were on them. Oscar and his fiancée had warned the kids of the media and fans, that there would be screaming and a lot of people. Luckily, the noise and amount of people just made the twins shy, huddling by their parents’ legs, which the adults definitely preferred, losing the two on the paddock at their first race wouldn’t have been the best of first impressions. 

As usual, the twins had their priorities in order. Before getting to the McLaren garage, they had demanded to their father that they be able to see their honorary uncle, Logan Sargeant, who wouldn’t be racing that day.

When the twins got to the Williams garage, their favorite American was waiting to greet them, with two LS2 Williams childrens hats, as well as a bag of blue colored candy for them to share. Despite how Logan had been feeling before they had come to visit, seeing them made him feel infinitely much better. 

“Logan please, they are off naps and if we give them sugar they are going to crash. I’m not even sure they are going to stay awake long enough to make it until race time.” Oscar pleaded as he watched his longtime friend ignore him and give his kids the treats anyway.

“Oscar its fine, let him spoil them a little.” Honey, Oscar’s fiancée, said.

“Do you guys like the new hats? See the LS? That's my logo. I thought when you guys are surrounded by all the orange- sorry papaya, you’d like to be able to easily see these two with their blue hats.” Logan said, first talking to the twins then their parents. Even if half of him just wanted to have them wearing Williams and Logan merch to piss Lando off, he also thought having them sticking out would be a good idea. It was sweet how much he cared.

After the Williams visit, on the way to the McLaren garage, the Piastri family was met with the two Haas drivers with two girls hiding behind them.

“Oscar, we have two girls here who wanted to say hi to the new grid kids.” Kevin Magnessun said as he pushed his daughter in front of him.

Oscar could see the Haas media admin recording this encounter, ready to capture the cute moment on tape.

But as kids do, there wasn’t much talking between the kids as their dads talked at first, finally after a bit of convincing and nudging, once the ice was broken, they had gotten along quite well. To the point that they all had to take their kids away, kicking and screaming once they had to leave. Luckily though, they had calmed down by the time they got to the McLaren garage. 

Tired from the sugar and fighting their parents when separating from the Haas girls, the twins weren’t too enthusiastic when greeted by McLaren members, which their parents apologized tenfold for. They did luckily perk up when they saw their second favorite  honorary uncle coming towards them. 

“What the hell are these two wearing, Oscar?” Lando asked, pointing to the LS hats the kids proudly adorned. 

“We stopped by the Williams garage just cause it was on the way and got two hats from Logan, I'm sure if you had beat him to it they would be wearing your merch but I think they are too attached to them now.” It was a lie, but Oscar didn’t feel the need to tell Lando his kids pleaded to go see Logan before him. He also didn’t mention that his son said he liked the hat so much because McLaren’s orange “hurt his eyes”. 

The kids were luckily well behaved for the race, having slept through a bit of it. They were also fortunate that, due to unfortunate circumstances, Logan joined them to watch a little bit of the Grand Prix. 

The best moment however, had to be when Oscar’s daughter saw him getting out of the car and finally muttered the words, “Daddy really drives the car!” to her mother. 

With all the excitement on the paddock about the Pastri twins, it seemed the media pen was more interested in what some of the drivers had to say about it, rather than asking questions about the race.

Logan Sargeant

“So Logan, rough day for you having to give up your car, but it seems your ‘niece and nephew’ have made their paddock debut, even rocking your own merch in the McLaren garage! How was that for you?” The interviewer asked.

“Yeah, them being here and keeping me company made it all a lot better. They immediately came to Williams because according to Oscar they were demanding to see me. And they wore the LS hats the entire time even though I wasn't racing so I think that has cemented me as the favorite once again.”

Lando Norris

“So it seems you and Logan Sargeant have a bit of an off track feud going on relating to the Norris twins and who their favorite uncle is. Logan had mentioned earlier that they had begged to go to Williams to visit him, before they even got to the McLaren garage. Did you know about this?”

The smile was immediately whipped from Lando’s face at this, “I had known, yes, when they came to the garage wearing Williams hats with a bag of treats in their hand I had assumed, but Oscar told me they just stopped over on the way there. I didn’t know they had asked specifically.”

“Seems he keeps lying to you about where the twins' loyalty lies.”

“He does! Makes me look like an idiot every time he does it.” Lando scoffed, “Whatever, I will win them over somehow. Logan just has a few years head start but I’ll find a way.”

Nico Hulkenburg

“Nico, a video posted by the Haas team earlier showed you and Kevin’s girls hanging out with the Piastri twins. Is there a budding friendship there between them?”

“Yes! They met for the first time today because Kevin and I had managed to bring our girls as well. So sweet seeing them altogether. I’m glad that Noemi will have more friends here. She was already telling her mom earlier that she wanted to plan a playdate with them. Might be hard given we live in different countries but I guess we will have to find a way.”

Daniel Ricciardo

“It's been a few months since it was revealed that your fellow aussie driver is a dad, now his kids are joining us on the paddock. What were your reactions at the time?” The interviewer asks.

“Well, I hadn’t known before he addressed it that he had kids, but it doesn’t seem like anyone else did so that isn’t too much of a surprise. Definitely a shock cause he is so young but good for him. I hadn’t seen his kids but I had heard they were over playing with the Haas girls which is adorable. He must be proud to show his kids what he does.” Daniel replied.

Alex Albon

“So, it seems one of your fellow 2019 rookie seems to have beef with your teammate over who is the better uncle to the Piastri twins. Being friends with both of them, do you have any input?”

“I knew before the rumors about the whole situation because Logan accidentally told most of our team when we were all kind of teasing him about how young he is and how he might be inexperienced in childcare, to which he then showed all of us the numerous pictures and videos of the twins that he took while babysitting or visiting, which I don’t think Oscar actually knew about him telling us. But it is sweet, he takes his uncle duties very seriously. Lando on the other hand, I think Oscar has done him an injustice by not telling him he isn’t the favorite because I think if he knew he had competition he would have been working much harder. Not that he isn’t also sweet with them but I think he may have offered to watch them a few more times.”

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Driver!oc X Max Verstappen

Platonic!Driver!oc X the grid

Summery: Cecilia Hansson daughter of a Swedish billionaire, a race car driver, with a dream of making it big in Formula 1. However she has a few secrets that may hurt her as women are disliked in the sport.

Series Warnings: google translated french, dutch, cursing, child abandment, absent father, drinking, car accidents, Jos Verstappen, misogyny, Christian horner (tell me if i missed anything)

A/N: This is a secondary blog so I won't be able to respond but I'm adding you all, just send it in the ask me anything if I missed ou by mistake.

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Winter love

Finally it’s the end of the year break, a couple of months to have fun and let loose, I mean have fun before Covid hits, but no one knows about that yet. 

Lando was back in the UK and he kept asking Cecilia to get on the sim for them to race a little in the F1 2019 game. 

Lando(on call)

Come on Cece, why won’t you just get on for a little race?

Cecilia

Lando i swear to god how many times do I have to tell you that I have a daughter who I haven’t spent-

Lando/Cecilia

Much time with her and like to spend some-

Cecilia

You’re an asshole 

They laughed as she shook her head at his antics, to her Lando felt like the little brother she never had.

Lando

Come on, she sleeps at what? 8?

Cecilia 

half past seven

Lando

See, besides you need to keep up your hard work, just because you came 5th in the championship and won Rookie of the year doesn’t mean you can slack off.

Cecilia 

Piss off Norris, we just finished last week

Lando

So while everyone is slacking you should be having fun with me, we haven’t done a race in a long time

Cecilia 

Fine, I’ll text you when I put Nattie to bed

Lando

Cool, now let me talk to my niece, I miss her

Cecilia 

I don’t understand you

Lando

You don't have to

Switching to facetime, Lando talked with Nattie for a while before she had to eat.

True to her words that night Cecilia put Nattie to bed, she read her a story and sang her a song, Nattie fell asleep hugging Cecilia and it took everything for her to leave her asleep and not just spend the night in her daughter’s bed.

She texted Lando that she’ll be ready in a couple minutes. Lando got excited and texted her that he’s ready. Turning on her PS5, she got ready and had discord open on her laptop next to her, it seemed like Lando forgot to tell her that they weren’t going to be the only ones, he had some of his friends and Alex as well, she didn’t really mind, she’s met Lando’s friends in the passing before when they came to the paddock. 

Everything was going great, they chose the track, who they’d be playing as, Cecilia of course chose herself. But you can’t have everything, not evening a nice game with your friends.

“Cecilia what the fuck?” Lando shouted down the microphone, his voice hurting her ear, her car stopped and wouldn’t move, making him crash into her, they lost their P3 and P2. as their friends laughed and passed them.

“I’m sorry, I don't know what’s going on!” She tried to make her car move but nothing she did made her car move. “I think my paddles are disconnected, I’ll try to reconnect them, you guys continue without me, I’ll join the next round.”

She tried everything she could, connecting and disconnecting, plugging in and out she even restarted her PS5, but nothing seemed to work.

“Something is wrong with my simulator, it’s not working.” Cecilia sounded stressed, she stood back looking at her setup. 

“You’re not backing out to spend time with your family are you?” Alex teased her, she knew he meant Nathalie but with Lando’s friends he was careful.

“No, I think I’m the only one awake, it’s not working, the game won’t turn on anymore, I’m getting stressed.” Cecilia said, and logged off not long after, there’s nothing more she can do at the moment.

Apparently she had to get a new one, she had someone come take a look at it, and she had to order a new one, and who knew how long it’ll take for that to happen. When the pandemic hit, she knew there would be no way she'd get her sim for a long time, which was bad for her, not because she couldn't play with her friends, but because it’s something that kept her in a racing mood, and kept her skills sharp in the down season. So she found herself texting Charles to ask him if she could come by sometimes to get on the sim, but he was quarantining with Charlotte and they met with their separate families, which would make it harder for her, since she didn’t want to really get in contact with too many people, so she turned to Max, the only other driver she had in mind. Lewis was in the UK with his family and there wasn’t an abundance of Drivers she was close to who were in Monaco at the moment. 

Setting up time with Max was easy since they were quarenting and there wasn't much anyone could do, with her mask on and a short drive later Cecilia made it to Max’s house, she’s never been there before. Walking in she didn't know what to expect, but he had set up his house pretty nicely. 

“Thank you so much Max.” Cecilia thanked Max after greeting him with a hug.

“Hey, I'm happy to help a rival out.” He poked at her, she knew at this point they were more friends than anything else, but still they’ve never really been alone before. So that made her a little nervous, seeing Max in his casual clothes and not his team kit made them distance themselves from their work. For her standing there, they were just two friends. 

“I think we’re past that.” She placed her clammy hands in the back pockets of her jeans awkwardly. 

“I agree, do you want something to drink?” Mask asked and led her through his penthouse and to the kitchen.

“It’s okay, thank you.”

“So what happened with your simulator?” Max asked and took out a tea box and waved it for Cecilia to see, she gave him a nod and he started the kittle.

“I have no idea, I was mid game with Lando and some other people, and suddenly mid race everything stopped working, I tried everything and nothing worked.” She explained leaning onto the island to watch him, he moved around with ease taking out tea cups and sitting the tea bags in. “Dad called someone in to check it out before lockdown and I just couldn't get it in before then.”

“That's weird.”

“It is what it is, I guess we get to hang out now because of it.” She said with a smile and a shrug, Max gave Cecilia her cup before they moved to the room had his simulator sat in, walking in she laughed when she saw two simulators, not one, admittedly one was more advanced with RedBull logo and the other looked like that once she had at home. “Colour me impressed, Mr. Verstappen.”

“Laugh all you want, but now we can race each other, one on one.” Max looked smug with himself. He had no shame, it came in handy now and he didn’t regret it, I mean he lives here all alone, yes he doesn’t stay home a lot but when he does it does get a little lonely. 

“I like the way you think.” Patting his back she walked up to the RedBull one and looked at it before she looked at him with a smile, he couldn't say no to her, he let her try it. Max sat everything up for Cecilia and him and they took turns choosing what circuits to play, both playing as themselves. “Is any of your family here in Monaco?”

“No, no, I just came back from the Netherlands when the lockdown started.” Max said and tried to pass the female driver, but she was blocking him very well.

“It must be lonely being here alone.” Cecilia said thinking about how lonely she’d be if she didn't have her family with her, she’d definitely lose her mind. 

“It’s alright.” Max didn’t mind it that much, he got used to it, besides he did call his family and check on them to see how things are over there.

“You should come over sometime, as long as you don’t come in contact with anyone, we have a child at home after all.” Cecilia spared him a look before she passed the chequered flag and won the race.

“It’s okay, but I do want to see Nathalie again.” 

“Believe me she does too, I don’t know what you two talked about when you found her but she’s been going on and on about you.” Max smiled and turned to look at Cecilia, she was already facing him, they were finished for the day. “And, if you need more convincing, We have a hell of a gym at home, I mean you’d meet my parents, but they’re chill.”

“I didn’t know you had a gym at home.” Max stood up and Cecilia followed suit, they naturally integrated to the sofa in the back of the room, she sat at one end facing him with her legs tucked under her and her back to the armrest. 

“We had everything installed after I gave birth, I needed to get in shape and with how small Nathalie was I couldn’t take her with me, and I didnt want to leave her, not even counting feeding her.” Cecilia said fondly, sometimes she feels like Nathalie is growing up too fast. “Sometimes I miss when she was that small, she was so cute.”

“Do you have some pictures?” Cecilia fished out her phone and went to the album on her phone labelled Nathalie 2017, she had her pictures all categorised with the year. Moving closer they both were sitting side by side as she showed him the photos explaining some of the stories behind them. They went so back in the album, there was a photo of Cecilia on the hospital bed with a newborn Nathalie sleeping on her, skin touching skin, Cecilia looked so tired and sweaty in the photos, to Max she looked so young. “You were 18, right?” 

“Yeah, I got pregnant at 17 but gave birth after my 18th.” His admiration for the girl just kept growing, he looked at her and noticed how close they were sitting, their thighs touching, he could smell the perfume she had sprayed. He moved his arm to push back her hair to be able to see her face when he stopped himself and cleared his throat.

“I can’t get over how much she looks like you.” Max said trying to distract himself, Cecilia looked up and their eyes met, they were still close she felt like she could see all the shades of blue with flickers of hazel in his eyes. 

“My mum says she’s my twin.” Her voice was soft, both their eyes flickered down to their lips, and just as the thought of how his lips would feel on hers passed her mind, she smiled and leaned back creating distance naturally without leaving any awkwardness between them. Soon after Cecilia left with the promise of coming back again later in the week. 

The due kept meeting regularly, and Max started hoping her sim would never get delivered. When their meeting time arrived for the week, Cecilia came in with her mask, a backpack on her shoulder, a bag in one arm and her child in the other. The woman was always thankful for her F1 training. Once Nathalie saw the male driver her three year old legs carried her as fast as she could to the driver. Max leaned down and caught her, pulling her up in his arms and giving her a hug. 

“Hello, Thalia.” He greets the three year old, stepping back to let her mother move in the house, he took the bag from her hand in a swift motion.

“Hello Max.” Nathalie said with a smile. “We made you cookies!”

“Oh did you?” Max asked her with a smile, he looked at cecilia and she pointed to the bag in his hand, it had tupperware in it, once her mum knew he was here alone, she gave Cecilia some home cooked food, and since she and Nattie made cookies, they decided to bring some. 

“Yes, mummy can eat those.” Cecilia shook her head, the cookies they made were okay for her diet, she did make a patch of normal cookies as well.

“I’m sure I’ll love them.” Sitting her down the girl looked around curiously, she started walking around, giving the adults time to greet each other. “Hey.”

“Hey, she’s a bit hyper and had some cookies when we weren’t looking after we gave her some.” Cecilia said and looked at her daughter, she was a mischievous little thing. “I think she talks to Charles too much, I always catch him encouraging her.”

Cecilia sat her bag on the sofa, and took the bag Max held and walked to his kitchen, her daughter and Max followed suit. It made her chuckle. “Mum made you some food, I hope it’s not too much, but she’s a family woman, always wanting to feed people, I think that’s why my brother is her favourite, since I can’t eat everything she makes.”

“It’s okay, thank her for me.”

“Or you can come by like I asked and thank her yourself.” 

“Grand-mère makes good food.” Nattie agreed looking up at the duo, Cecilia ruffled her hair thinking how cute her girl is. “Maman! Stop!” 

“Yes Cecilia don’t ruffle her hair.” Shaking her head she continued with getting out the tupperware and placing what needed to be placed in the fridge inside of it. 

“Mon ange, do you want to watch a movie?” The girl nodded her head and they moved to the sim room, Cecilia gave her daughter her Ipad where she chose to watch cars, ironically. An hour in Max and Cecilia played 8 tracks with 5 laps in each track, all this playing made them aware of the other’s techniques, it was different from real life, but still with similarities, Cecilia would sometimes push cars off track to try and make Max lose, and he may have cursed or gotten mad at other people but not her, he just shook his head and continued on. 

They had a late lunch break before Nattie made them play a game with her, the sugar she had in her system took a couple of hours before she crashed, Max slowly got her up from the floor where she fell asleep and carried her to the guest bedroom, after Cecilia tucked her in they moved once more to the living room, they sun had set and they had dim lights on. Max got a bottle of wine with a cheeky look on his face. He only saw Cecilia drink once and that was at her first win, never again, she would get out with them but never drink. 

“I drove here.” She whined, wanting a glass of wine.

“Then stay, Nattie is already sleeping.” Max offered and popped open the bottle.

“I don’t know.” She was unsure, she knows that her and Max have gotten closer and she knows where this friendship is heading, she talked to Charles about it once, and told her to trust her instinct and if she felt like it to go for it, but to her the thinking is different, once she became a mother her way of thinking about things changed 180 degrees, she’s not number one anymore it’s her girl. Even if you push that away, Max is amazing with Nattie that is true, but she can’t get him into that, she can’t be sure if he’ll want to be in Nattie’s life, to be a male figure and possibly a father figure. Besides they are colleagues, with jobs that are under the microscope, the moment the public finds out it will be a shit show, and if they ever broke up then what? How can she stare at him 10 months of the year knowing they had something at one point. Too many things could go wrong, and she’s not ready to put herself or her daughter’s hearts on the line.

“Don’t overthink it.” Max could tell that her mind ran with thoughts too fast for either of them to grasp it. He poured her a glass and held it out to her, reluctantly she took it and took a small sip. 

“You're a bad influence.” 

“Some would beg to differ.” He responded with his own glass, after a moment of silence, he gathered his courage and asked the question he wanted to ask the moment he found out about Nathalie. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah sure go ahead, this is good wine by the way.” Cecilia kept  her sips small, enjoying the taste.

“Is-is Thalia’s father around?” Cecilia stopped drinking, she just realised that she never talked with Max about it, Max kept his eyes on her, watching her every move waiting for a sign of discomfort. 

“He isn’t, he dipped the second I told him I was pregnant.” Cecilia sat with her legs tucked under her once again with her back to the armrest. Her elbow resting on the back of the sofa with her arm holding her head up at her temple, Max also had his back to the end of the sofa. “The fucker left me on my own in a country I know no one in and I only saw his face once since then.”

“What a fucking dickhead.” Max couldn’t understand how some men could just get a girl pregnant and dip, it takes two to tango, knowing that there’s a child out there that is half them and leave them be.

“You can say that again, anyways, he only showed up once with his lawyer, to sign away his rights and told me to keep him out of this, he did try to threaten me.” She laughed remembering the day, Max was confused why she was laughing. “My brother had him almost pissing himself, he’s rich, my ex, extremely so, but my family is richer and more influential so, with one threat to call his dad he had his tail tucked between his legs and left with no fuss.”

“Where does he live?” Max doesn’t know why he asked, maybe he wanted to see if he could find him and maybe just maybe while he’s crossing the road a little something could happen. 

“Last I heard in England, he’s British but he has family in Monaco, that’s how we met, he was older than me, thinking back now it was doomed from the start.” Cecilia leaned over and poured herself another glass, and offered to fill Max’s, he too needed another drink. “But you know what, I’d do it again just to have Nathalie, she’s the best thing that ever happened to me, she’s the reason I decided to race again.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was a teen when I got pregnant, and maybe yes I was 18 when I gave birth but I was still a teen at heart then too, you don’t just get older the instant your birthday hits, anyways I felt like a teen when I had her and I thought about quitting everything and just focus on us, but I couldn’t I didn’t want her to look back one day and see me give up when it got hard, I didn’t want her to think that having her ended my dream or that I didn’t work hard for it. No way, my mum is a housewife. Her dream was to have a family of her own, mine was to be an F1 driver.”

“Your dream was hard to achieve when you didn’t even have a child.” Max commented, all he wanted to do now is to pull her in for a long hug, to have her in his arms and protect her to help her like her ex should’ve, who’d let a woman like Cecilia slip through their fingers? A blind man in Max’s books.

“That’s true, and at times I thought that maybe I bit more than I can chew, I mean even now, with me coming fifth in the championship, Mclaren still has me on a yearly contract, and Lando got a three year contract.” Shrugging, it bothered her, Mclaren was applauded for being ‘feminists’ and accepting ‘diversity’ when they didn’t treat their drivers the same. 

“That’s not fair.” Max frowned, Cecilia just shrugged. “Well RedBull will always be happy to have you.”

“I don’t know about that, you may hate it but Mercedes is where I wish to be.” Cecilia was honest with him, she hoped to one day be part of Mercedes.

“Because of Toto?”

“Yeah, he’s married to Susie so there’s that, she’s been working for years on including more women in the sport, and he’s always had her back at that.” Cecilia explained.

“But you know he likes Lewis so much, he will place him above you when it comes to priority.” 

“Like Christain loves you, every team principal prefers one driver, but I feel like my luck there will be better, that’s why I’m going to prove to everyone that I deserve it next year.”

“I know you do.” Max found himself saying. “I’ve always believed in you.”

“Did you?” Cecilia whispered, Max nodded, her cheeks dusted pink. This is it. This is what Max wanted, he wanted to spend time with her talking, he wanted to talk to her before he fell asleep, to share their feelings and thoughts, talk about everything and anything, share things with each other they never did with anyone else. He wanted… he wants to feel less lonely when it’s late at night and he can’t fall asleep, he wants to have someone who he can speak to about everything, share his secrets with, he wants that.

“Yeah, I did, I do.” His tone matched hers, in the silence of the apartment and dim lights her light blue eyes met his darker ones in an enchanting fight, who’ll give up first, both drivers not used to giving up. Cecilia’s eyes ran down his nose to his lip and instinctively, ran her the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip witting it slightly, the tension in the room rose, Max swallowed and fought with himself to say something, change the subject, but evidently he was the loser between the two of them, he took a swing of his glass and finished it, before he leaned over and took hers placing them on the coffee table, Cecilia watched him with bated breath. Her eyes drew him in they were half closed, Max moved like a predator, a man on a mission, he inclined his face towards hers, it took her only a moment to feel his breath on her face before she pushed up and their lips met is a slow almost lazy kiss, their eyes closed as they lost themselves in the moment, her lips soft and already open, Maxed closed his lips around her bottom one, drawing her in, his nose nudged hers, and her arms moved to his hair holding him in place, afraid he’d pull back. Max’s arms moved to hold her waist and face, with the tip of his tongue he could taste the wine they just drank, deciding then that it tasted better coming from her lips.

It’s been years since Cecilia kissed someone, but she’s sure she’s never been kissed like this before. If kisses are supposed to make you feel like this, then she’s never been kissed before, the warmths of Max enveloped her and consumed her. Moving her head, she wanted more of him, wanted him to-

“Maman!” With a startled jump they pulled away from each other, Cecilia looked at Max like a deer caught in headlights, she didn’t say anything before she moved to see what her daughter wanted. She cursed herself for losing her resolve, for not sticking with her decisions, this just got messy. She hid away in the guest room with her daughter, thankfully she had her phone in her pocket and texted her mum that they’re spending the night. 

She isn’t ready to face Max in the morning.

Next morning Cecilia wakes up and she raises her head and looks around for Nathalie but she’s nowhere to be found, slowly getting up, she doesn’t bother looking in the mirror, she slept in her jeans and shirt, yeah it wasn’t a comfortable sleep. Just as she places her hand on the knob to open the door, she remembers what happened last night. Fuck it felt so good, being this close to Max, her heart jumped and she felt all soft and tingly, she placed her forehead on the door and closes her head, reliving the moment once again. Shit, I need to focus. She bites her lip and contemplates what to do. She knows that the mature thing is to talk to Max about it and explain her feelings but she doesn’t really want to, she’s not ready to hear what he thinks.

Opening the door she hears Max talking and Nathalie laughing, following their voices she comes to the kitchen, Max was in a pair of shorts and a shirt. Watching them, Max had Nathalie mixing the eggs in a bowl that is too big, but it made it so she wouldn’t spill any of it, Nathalie was sitting on the counter, Max had one hand beside her, something she did so if Nathalie slipped she’d be able to stop her from falling.

“Like this?” Nathalie asked, looking up at the man for approval.

“Yeah, you’re doing amazing.” She wasn’t, but the answer made Nathalie very proud of herself. “What do you usually drink with breakfast?”

“Juice!” Nattie exclaimed, swinging her legs back and forth, Cecilia rolled her eyes.

“More like milk.” Cecilia interjects, she gives Nattie a look. “Don’t lie mon ange, when do you drink juice?”

“After lunch.” Nathalie answered with a pout, her shoulders dropped and she stopped mixing the eggs. 

“Why do we do that?” Cecilia asked her moving closer.

“Too much sugar is bad for you.” Nattie said the words she heard a million times before. Nattie can’t handle sugar well, if there’s no fresh juices they usually give her a small glass after she has lunch, which is her biggest meal of the day.  

“That’s right, my smart bébé.” Cecilia kisses the side of her head, and turns to look at Max, he had a smile on his face, it made Cecilia’s heart skip a beat, she looked away. “Good morning.”

“Morning, you sleep okay?” Max takes the eggs turns to the stove before he quickly finishes whisking them without Nathalie noticing, and pours it into the pan. 

“Yeah, as good as I could in jeans.” Max noticed her crumpled clothes, and her messy hair matching Nathalie’s, like mother like daughter. Cecilia combed through Nattie’s hair with her fingers taming her hair, the only thing different between them is that Nattie had curls while Cecilia’s straight/wavy.

“I can give you some clothes if you want.” Cecilia declines his offers, she planned to leave after breakfast anyway. 

“What can I help with?”  Cecilia asked.

“No momie we’re making you breakfast.” Nathalie said startling Cecilia who just raised her hands in surrender, Max laughed. Cecilia still stood by her daughter watching Max move around and give Nathalie things to do. 

They had breakfast in the kitchen, Cecilia finished eating first, she wasn’t always a fast eater but when you have a child you need to feed and also feed yourself it made her a fast eater. Max and Nattie were still eating so Cecilia took the moment to rinse the plates and place them in the dishwasher, cleaning up the kitchen.

“Mon ange get your things, we need to leave.” Cecilia called for her daughter once she finished eating, she was washing the pan Max used.

“Are we coming back soon momie?” walking to her mother with her begging look that she always used when she needed something, made Cecilia chuckle.

“Maybe.” with a pointed look the girl turned and left the kitchen with a permanent pout. She knows that Nathalie missed meeting people and just having fun with kids her age. Max is the only person she saw out of her parents and her, her brother was in Sweden, quarenting with his wife, kids and her family. 

Max silently leaned his back to the counter next to the sink, his eyes not leaving her. Cecilia tried to act like she didn’t notice, but how could she when he was standing so close, her mind flashed to the taste of his lips on hers.

“Are we going to talk about last night?” Max asked her and Cecilia didn’t answer, it isn’t very mature of her but once again she didn’t want to talk about it. “Cilia.”

“What do we need to talk about?” She decided playing dumb is the best thing to do, maybe she’s really dumb.

“Don’t do that.” Max turned off the tab and moved closer, he was serious, sighing Cecilia turned to look at him. “If you regret it, then say it, but I don’t think that you do.”

“It’s not that simple, Max and you know that.” Cecilia replied, her brows furrowed. 

“Then let’s make it simple, Cecilia, I like you, do you like me?” Cecilia’s eyes went wide, her cheeks went red, her mouth got dry and she stood there speechless. 

“It’s- max, I-I…” She stuttered feeling flustered and warm, a cocktail of emotions that she wanted to untangle, but if she does then so much would change and she doesn’t know if she's ready for that.

“I’m not asking you to marry me, do you like me? Yes or no?” Max asked once again, this time his tone is softer, full of doubt, maybe he misread the situation, maybe she was drunk(of two glasses of wine?), maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing.

“I do, I like you, but it’s not simple.” Cecilia whispered and closed her eyes, Max moved closer.

“I know that you have to think about Thalia-” She cuts him off.

“I do, but it’s not just that, Max we work together, no not together, against each other.” Cecilia said, trying to prove her point, she thought about this a lot and she talked about it with Charles, and she has a feeling that both Charles and Max saw it like each other. 

“I thought about those things too, no let me finish, your jumping to the future, since the season is postponed we have time to figure things out, we’ll take it slow, we won’t say anything to anyone and just keep it to ourselves, it wouldn’t be fair to Nathalie if we got in a relationship and then broke up a while later, as for racing, we keep work separate. You’d be happy if I won right?” Cecilia nodded, not daring to say anything. “I would be happy for you too, and that’s all we need from each other on that point, it’s simpler than you think, we’ll just take one thing at a time, you don’t have to bring Thalia with you until you’re sure we’re going to stay together, or that I’m not just playing with you and leaving, because I’m not, I’m not like your ex.”

“I know you’re not.” Cecilia mumbled, yes she doesn't want to end up heartbroken, doesn’t want her daughter to be heartbroken, but she knows Max is different.

“Then give us a chance.” Max pleaded, his hands cupping her cheeks softly, their eyes met and Cecilia’s resolve crumpled.

“Okay, yeah, let’s do it.” Max kissed her forehead softly before he let her go. They finished in the kitchen together before she and Nattie left, with a longer hug than usual, Max closed the door behind them.

His house now empty, he looked around and there was no trace of the two, it made him feel lonely, since he spent the last 24 hours with them he now felt like he was on his own, something that didn’t bother him before. When you taste something sweater and go back to how things were, it makes it harder, but he had to give it time. Dating Cecilia will be bringing so many challenges but he wasn’t one to shy away from challenges, he knows what he wants and he works his ass off to get them.

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[bluegalaxygirl]

If your request are still open I would like to add a request.

Maybe some Zolu x Reader head-canons, like what would happen if they were to have kids?

Yes my requests are open and id love to do this I'll do Zosan though since I'm not to sure about Zolu at the moment sorry:) Reader is female

Warning: Bad language and fluff

As i was writing this i came up with a bunch of ideas so i'll be making two more stories and linking them. thank you for the request i enjoyed this so much :) <3

^ Your baby would be 100% protected no matter what. The whole crew would be down to fight if anything happened to your baby but Sanji and Zoro would be pissed and run right in to help. No one will ever touch their baby and one of you or the crew will always be with her. Gods forbid someone makes your baby cry, Sanji and Zoro will give them a death glare until they say sorry or run away.

^ Your first child would be a girl and it was your idea to call her Kuina after Zoro's childhood friend, Zoro loved it and was so grateful to have you and Sanji in his life. You would all take turns getting up at night with your baby but the boys made it a point to let you sleep more since you did have the baby and are providing the milk.

^ Sanji is in love from the moment he laid his eyes on his baby girl and would carry her around when ever he could, would never smoke around his baby and will start eating breath mints after a cigarette, no one told him to do it but he didn't want his daughter to get second hand smoke.

^ Zoro would take naps with your baby girl, you have to remind at first not to sleep in direct sunlight with her, but he soon got it and started sleeping either inside or under the tree on the grass deck, the baby would either be in her basket or on his chest. He loves to have his baby on his chest, she feels so warm.

^ Sanji would differently have the baby in the kitchen when he's cooking, having her sit in her high chair and showing her ingredients and telling her everything she needs to know, he'd let her taste things and listen to her babble with a "Yes, you think so?" or "That's a great idea".

^ When you and Sanji dance in the kitchen your baby love to watch, clapping along to the music and giggling at the two of you. Sanji will pick her up and let her join you two giving his two favorite girls compliments and kisses.

^ When you and Zoro work out together you like to have the baby in the room, She sleeps very well almost like the sound of the weights and you two talking lulls her to sleep. When she is awake you love to put her on a blanket on the floor and do push-ups above her, when coming down you blow on her belly or kiss her head making her giggle, her hands tend to grab your hair or nose, but she's so fucking cute you can't stop her.

^ Zoro falls in love all over again watching you and his baby, sometimes he'll just stop mid set watching you two. He 100% the kind of dad that makes his daughter feel strong, like when she squeezes his finger he'll fall to his knees and pretend like she's forcing him down "Oh no my baby girls too strong... please have mercy" his baby will giggle and let go, so he can kiss her forehead.

^ When the three of you are out you love to have the baby in your arms but if you get tired Sanji or Zoro are more than happy to hold her, Sanji will show off his baby when ever possible, lady's will swoon over him and the baby in his arms, but he's starting to flirt less and brag more about his baby girl and the woman who helped made her.

^ While out Zoro will either hand the baby in his kimono wrapped up tight, so she won't fall out or when she's old enough, on his shoulders letting her see the world and play with his hair. You or Sanji will always be with him when out with the baby, so he doesn't get lost and make you two worry, it happened once and you almost had a heart attack while Sanji almost killed Zoro.

^ You are praised a lot by the two, telling you how much they love you and thanking you for this bundle of joy. They make sure your well rested and well-fed, if you ever need time alone or away from the baby there is no problem, they will take care of things for you. You will get a lot of hugs and kisses when ever they see you, telling you how good you look even if you feel like shit.

^ Zoro and Sanji will spend time together in the aquarium bar with your baby, showing her the fish or letting her sleep while the two spend time together, they would love it of you joined them but sometimes you need time away or you have work to do. They will cuddle with each other and either sleep or talk quietly while your baby sleeps.

^ When your baby started talking her first word as "Berry" she loves strawberries, raspberries and blueberries but none of you expected that to be her first words. Her names for you are Mum and Mommy and for Sanji and Zoro she seems to only call Zoro Dad and Sanji Daddy.

----- Now for the crew, Friends & Foes -----

^ Luffy loves your baby girl, he always wants to bring her on adventures that the three of you have to stop. Luffy considers your baby girl a part of his crew but when she's old enough to talk he asks her to join his crew and before any of you three can stop him she answers yes. Luffy is your baby's uncle there's no doubt about it and when she started to talk it was hard for her to say Luffy or Uncle, so she started calling him Lu or Lulu.

^ Nami is one of your best friend's, but she wasn't to sure about your baby at first, it was mainly fear of doing something wrong or getting puked on but over time she starts to interact more with her and the first time she holds your baby girl she didn't want to let her go. Your daughter has been obsessed with Nami's hair form day one and loves to run her small hand through the navigator's hair, she never grabs, pulls or tried to eat it, you think she just loves the color and feel. At first, she started calling Nami Ore but when she could finally say Orange she started calling her that.

^ Usopp was a nervous wreck, he said a lot of stuff before the baby was born about being the best uncle and how good he is with baby's but when the baby was put into his arms he froze, he was scared to move or even breath, but he got a little more confident around her. He went over the top when baby proofing the ship but you didn't mind better to be safe than sorry. Your daughter thinks of him as her second uncle and loves to watch him make things, but he always panics when she gets a few feet too close to his tools, she laughs about it though and sits with Zoro watching him form afar. She likes to call him Nose, but she also calls him opp from time to time.

^ Robin is 100% the auntie to your daughter, she helps out a lot with the baby and often reads to her. She finds your baby so cute she can't help but blush when ever she starts babbling, she used to read your baby kids books but soon turned to history books, Sanji wasn't sure at first but Robin told him that the baby was smart, and she wouldn't read her anything graphic. Zoro was also weary of it but after sitting with them one time he realized it was ok, your baby enjoyed it and Robin mostly taught her about ancient city's and skypia. Your baby looks at Robin with so much wonder and calls her Ant since she couldn't say Auntie at first.

^ Chopper loves but also fears your daughter, he helped you through your pregnancy, the birth and check up's afterwords, if you or the boys have any concerns he's the one you go to. He mainly fears your daughter because she's convinced he's a real living teddy bear, she'll rub his fur, hug him but when she was teething she often tried to bite his antlers. You, Zoro and Sanji tired your best to explain things to her or get her to stop but it took a while. She of course calls him Teddy or Fluffy and smiles when ever she sees him.

^ Franky made her cry the first time he met her, his large figure leaning over to look at her made her scream and cry, he cried too getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness. It took a while for your daughter to get used to him, he made toys for her and would always use his tiny hand to interact with her as not to scare her. She starts really liking him as she gets older, she laughs when ever he does something silly, and she tends to copy him when ever he does his Super stance, her name for him is Robo and she refuse to call him anything else.

^ Brook and your Daughter had a strange meeting, they both just stared at each other for a solid minute before she starts laughing, it made every surprised, you thought she would be scared of him, but she wasn't, in fact she was fascinated by him, and he bent down to let her feel his skull. When ever she see's him she likes to touch his face or pull on his finger's, she loves his laugh and tried to mimic it at times. You often sing your baby to sleep but if your having trouble Brook will lend a hand and lightly place the violin while you sing, you baby falls asleep almost instantly. She loves to call him skelly or skull.

^ Jinbe is a big help in calming you or your boys down when your upset or frustrated over something to do with the baby, most of the time its you three doubting yourselves, but he's there for you, he thinks your daughter is amazing and your daughter loves to hear the man talk, its like when ever he does she can't turn away form him its something about his voice. She calls him Jin or Jolly and when ever she see's another fish man she loves to wave at them or say hi to them.

^ The heart pirates helped you through your birth, Chopper needed help and asked Law who wasn't too happy at first but agreed to help. You had the baby on the sunny so all the heart pirates where on the sub, but they really wanted to see your baby. they boo'd their captain when he said they were leaving, but they didn't fight him. Almost a month later they finally, met your baby, and she loved Bepo he was a big fluffy teddy in her eyes, and she loved Penguin's and Shachi's hats, the two took it upon themselves to get your baby a Dolphin hat, and she loves it. Law said he didn't feel any kinda way towards your baby, but he was so gentle with her and the slight blush on his cheeks gave away that he did think she was cute. The only member she was scared of was Jean Bart, he was a large man, but he was also super kind and gave your baby a lot of space.

^ Kid pirates had no idea you were even pregnant, your baby was over a year by the time they met up with the straw hats again and it was a chance meeting. You, Sanji and Zoro were out shopping, your baby girl on Zoro's shoulders until you bumped into Kid and Killer, The captain raised an eyebrow at you four before blurting out about you guys having a kid, Zoro handed Sanji the baby girl before yelling at Kid to back off. While those two argued Killer walked up to you and Sanji and the cooks instinct was to raise his leg up to protect your baby but you placed a hand on his leg, telling him it's ok. Killer went eye level with your baby and reached a finger out your baby taking it and shaking his hand as the man laughed a little and your baby girl laughed too. Kid and Zoro finally stopped fighting to see your baby and Killer interact, your baby touched the mans mask and her eyes were so kind. Kid sighs before congratulating you all and walking away, Killer waving goodbye too. It was a strange encounter but luckily there was no harm done. (Link)

^ When the Vinsmoke family found out they where pissed but didn't do anything about it, the only one who did care was Reiju, but she kept it to herself. She sent a gift basket and a card getting it special delivered to the sunny, Sanji cried when he saw it and it made you tear up a little too but you were all thankful to her. There was chance meeting with the three germa 66 boys that didn't go so well though (Link)

^ Mihawk and Perona had very different ways of interacting with your daughter, but they both really wanted to meet her, Mihawk sent a letter out along with a log post inviting you all to his castle, Perona wrote in it too asking all kinds of questions like what toy's does she like? Does she like pink? what's her favorite food? ect, you never thought the ghost girl would be interested in your baby but you were proven wrong (Link)

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[munsonsprincess11111]

What now.

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: your Jim hoppers daughter and Eddie gets arrested by him. So you go down to the station to see him when hopper tells u. Keeping Eddie company while you wait for Wayne to bail him out.

You wake up Saturday morning going to the kitchen to make breakfast. Your dad comes walking out already dressed for work. "How was work-" You go to ask but get sut off by him taking your piece of toast and speaking.

"Munson boy was arrested by me at 10pm last night for speeding n having alcohol on him would've let him go if I didn't have Powell with me. He's at the station still you coming down or what." HE says eating while buttoning his chief shirt.

You stand there staring at your dad in shock. "Um yeah lemme get dressed." You say dropping the butter knife running to your bedroom. You hated when this happend. The thought of Eddie being sat cold n on his own.

You put on a pair of Eddie's grey sweats he left at yours once and a baggy tee then grabby a change of clothes for Eddie. For some reason the bot would give you his clothes cause he "loves you and wants you to have something so you feel safe when he's not around."

You get into the passenger side of your dad's vehicle and off he drives to the station. When you arrive Powells stood in the main bit and sees you. "NO. Nope. She can't be here." HE says trying to get hopper to make you leave.

"1) she's my kid. 2) I'm chief of police not you. 3) I Dont seem to give a fuck. 4) wheres the boy?" HE says looking Powell in the eyes. He then signals to the cells. Hop grabs the keys and leads you there. You arrive at a cell and see Eddie asleep in jeans and his keatger jacket on the uncomfortable bed. Hopper bangs his walkie against the bar which Eddie started awake to

"Rinse and shine dickhead you've got a visitor." Hop says smirking at Eddie when he falls off the bed.

"Thought people didn't get visitors when they were here. Unless it's Wayne here to kill me. If it is tell him I'm already dead?" Eddie says tryna sound cock not realising your stood behind your dad. You roll your eyes even though neither of the boys can see.

"OK fine common visitor let's get you in your way." Hop says walking off hand on your back. Then Eddie sees you.

"Fuck. Y/n hey babe. How are you?" HE says knowing your probably pissed.

"The fuck was you thinking speeding with beer in the van. N then getting cock to my fucking dad. Eddie you absolutely prick." You say looks frustrated. Eddie hold the bars putting his face in-between two and his arms through two other gaps. Putting his hands on your face.

"I wasn't drunk I did a beer run. N I didn't mean to speed. And I was bored." Eddie says running his thumb up the side of your face.

"As amusing as this is Eddie get off the bars n ill let her in." Hopper says approaching the lock. Eddie playfully throws himself to the back wall crossing his arms smirking. You enter and hopper locks the door behind you. "Don't do anything stupid I'm sat over there." HE said pointing a finger at Eddie before walking off.

Eddie walks over to you putting his arms around you pulling you in for a hug. You hug him back.

"Bought you change of clothes can't imagine Jens are comfy." You say golfing out sweats and a top for him. "Thanks princess." HE says kissing you sweetly. "Is anyone looking?" HE askes.

You giggle looking over your shoulder. "NO Eddie be quick." You say

The boy quickly drops his jeans kicking them behind him pulling the sweats up his legs. He notices you starring but doesn't say anything. He will tease you later. The he strips of his jackets and tee shirt. Sniffing the tee smirking and throwing it st your face. He laughs putting the fresh top as you throw the dirty one back at him.

"You stink." You say Pulling a face of disgust.

"I know you do but what do I?" HE says smugly. "Come sit on the floor." Eddie says dropping on the floor. You roll your eyes and ait next to him. His arm going around your shoulders and your head on his shoulder. "Thank you." HE mumbles kissing your head.

"For what?" You ask looking him in the eyes.

"Bringing me clean clothes. Sitting in here with me. Just everything. I love you." HE says kissing you softly. "I love you too." You mumble kissing him back.

Wayne soon arrives paying Eddie bail eith Eddie's stash of cash for moments like these.

"Alright munson your outta here." Hopper says unlocking the cell.

"Sweet." HE says standing up grabbing your hand snd pulling you up. You both walk out the cell holding hands. And Eddie holding his other clothes in his other hand. "Munson. Stop speeding when you onow you've got stuff your not allowed in the van for Christ's sake and y/n you can stay at Eddie tonight home by lunch time." Hopper says waving you both over to Wayne.

"Really Eddie." Wayne says looking annoyed.

"Whoops?" Eddie says but more like a question.

-one hour later-

"M telling ya if I knew he was out I wouldn't of swear baby." Eddie says walking into his bedroom holding his popcorn trying to defend himself about his situation.

"It's over now just be more careful." You say flopping on Eddie's bed crawling up to thr pillows. Eddie sets his popcorn on the bedside table jumping on you fo you kissing you passionately. The kiss escalates quick and sliding your (his) sweat pants down your legs when

BANG BANG BANG. on his bedroom door.

"DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT YOU 2 OR HOPPER WILL BE IN HERE ARRESTING YOU FOR WHAT YOUR ABOUT TO DO." Wayne shouts from the over side of the door.

"Kay." Eddie say not moving hearing his uncle foot steps get further away as he continues stripping you. "You still down?" HE askes kissing your neck. You nod and let out a quiet moan and he smirks into your neck.

"Good cause its gonna be a long night" he says grinding himself into your pussy that's covered by nothing as you wore no underwear that day. Eddie slides his trousers down his legs then his boxers leaving them around his thighs just incase. He puts the tip of his cock at your soppy hole.

"Ready?" HE askes as you nod. He slides in slow and you throw your head back. Eddie kisses you to stop you moaning loud. He starts to thrust in and out of you slowly. Your hands in his hair as he kisses you stopping both your moans.

His hands on your hips helping his thrusts so they wasn't to erratic. One of his hands goes under your shirt to your boob and he plays with your nipple between his thick fingers.

His thrusts are slow but deep hitting all the good spots. He slides his hand between your bodies slowing playing with your clit. You stangke a moan as he works his thrusts to playing with your clit making you feel like you was in heaven.

His mouth moves to your neck sucking and biting leaving dark marks. Then kissing the places he sucked and bite lightly. He removes jis hands from you propping himself on his forearms looking into your eyes.

"My pretty girl. Look so pretty like this hun. My cock deep inside you. Fuck I love you." HE says lowly. You clench around him ad your orgasm approaches. Eddie knows your body well enough to know when your gonna cum. "That's it baby let go cum for me." You bite own on his shoulder at his words and cum all over his cock.

Eddie thrusts slightly faster as you tighten from your orgams and cums after you dropping his head to your shoulder.

After coming down he looks you in the eyes and smiles hugging you. "I love you." HE says kissing you on the lips sweetly. "I love you too." You smile back into the kiss

"OH and by the way next time I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your name and only remember mine." HE says smirking so you knew you'd be getting it rough.

You slap his back playfully and he laughs. "Fucking freak" You giggle eing the only person who can call him that and him love it.

"Your fucking freak."

#eddie m #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things

[mrsnegan]

Only If For A Night

[Soooo...yes, I might have yet another obsession with a fictional, emotional unavailable man, haha. This is just a little drabble for you. I still write for Negan, of course. In the meantime, I hope you also enjoy this little fic. If it isn't your cup of tea, feel free to scroll past it.]

Summary: Joel has a nightmare. You try to make him feel better, make him forget his demons, only if for a night.

Warnings: angst, brief talk of trauma, smut, blowjob, fingering, unprotected p in v, f!Reader on top, creampie, cockwarming I guess?

You woke from heavy breathing and occasional grunts coming from the makeshift bed on the other side of the room.

Joel had insisted to sleep on the sofa, offering you the bed for as much comfort as this world still beheld. He was gruff, not a big fan of casual conversation, but he was a man of his word, one you could rely on, the only one you trusted with your life. You had met some months ago during a smuggling mission and had worked together since. Your new job required you to transport ammunition to one of the safe zones well outside of your usual territory. It was risky to say the least, but you needed the reward. So here you were, finding shelter for the night in an abandoned house. Joel must have fallen asleep during his watch which was very unusual for him. You rubbed your eyes which slowly adjusted to the darkness around you. Your bare feet touched the wooden floor and you shivered. As soundless as possible you made your way towards Joel who was fast asleep, one arm hanging down the sofa, the other draped across his eyes.

"Joel?" you questioned carefully, your fingers lightly touching his arm. He still breathed heavily, unevenly, and with your next touch to his heated skin, he jolted awake and upright, eyes wild with fear. You had never seen him like this, it made your blood freeze.

"Jo-Joel?" you asked again, this time very timidly, carefully.

He seemed to wake up fully, recognizing you. With a deep sigh, he rubbed his hands over his face.

"Sorry for scaring you, t'was a nightmare..." Joel's voice was heavy with sleep, barely above a whisper. "It's always rough 'round this time of the year."

This time of the year.

He talked about when the world turned to shit. You had heard about his past, about what happened to his daughter, but never asked him anything about it. It wasn't your place to talk with him about such traumatic things.

"It's okay, you're awake now, I'm here."

He scoffed at your remark, his eyes not meeting yours.

"That's sweet o'you, but it isn't somethin' you can influence. It's my issue, has been for a very long time. I'm used to it."

You huffed at his statement, deciding to ignore it, carefully sitting down beside him.

"Go back to sleep, it's still dark outside", he tried again, but you just shook your head.

"No, won't let you sit alone with your nightmares."

Joel's eyes met yours, his icey stare bore into you, he was pissed you could tell, though it seemed too tired to really make a scene.

"Wasn't an offer," he just spat, voice cold and distant.

"Mine neither", you stood your ground, meeting his gaze with equal determination. Before you could think about it any longer, you leaned into him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

At first he didn't respond, didn't move a single finger. When you pulled away to look at him again, he just looked at you, a mix of surprise and anger plain on his face.

"Told you to go to bed."

"No. It isn't your decision to make, Joel. You're always in charge, always functioning. You're not okay. And I won't sit around or sleep when you're hurt like this."

"You're not my wife," he said, nearly muttered under his breath.

"I know," you just mumbled, heart beating fast. Of course being someone's wife wasn't on your list, it held no special meaning in this fucked-up world, though you couldn't deny the feelings you had developed in the last few months. The need to help Joel, the need to touch him, to touch his body and his heart, to make him smile, if only a little, to make him feel good...it was hard for you to ignore this need, this pull you felt towards him. Even harder now that he really needed comfort even if he would never ask for it because he was so used to deal with his demons all on his own.

"Just let me...," you tried again, your hand resting lightly on his arm. You felt him tense under your fingertips, not used to a tender touch either, your tender touch.

Joel didn't meet your eyes, his gaze was fixed on your hand. He seemed to fight with himself, not sure if he wanted to push you away or pull you into him.

"Joel," you whispered, making him look up to you. "Please, let me make you feel good. Let me-"

You couldn't end your sentence, Joel's hand grabbed yours on his arm, before he brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your fingertips before letting it go.

The shaky breath you drew in was the only sound in the abandoned house. Lightly, carefully, your fingers grazed his lips, his cheek, before you leaned in again to kiss him. This time he kissed you back, slowly but he did. The kiss lasted a long time and grew more passionate with every passing second. His hands wandered from your hair to your shoulders, downwards to your hips and urged you to stand up and straddle him.

His hands were all over you while you ground down on his lap, feeling his hardening length through your trousers. He grew impatient by the second, clawing at your clothes while not breaking the kiss. This felt better than any wet dream could prepare you, better than what your imagination came up with in lonely nights.

Your lips wandered downwards, kissing his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Meanwhile your fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one, exposing his chest to the cold air. Noticing the goosebumps right away, your lips kept kissing his skin, feeling him shiver.

"Fuck," he mumbled, when your nails grazed one of his nipples, followed by your tongue.

With every downward motion, you also slid down further, sooner than later landing on your knees between his spread legs. He looked so handsome from your perspective, cheeks heated, mouth agape, eyes wild.

Biting your lip, you undid his belt, then the button of his trousers and the fly. When you motioned to help him pull them down, he stopped you.

"You don't have to do this."

Heart still beating fast, your desire got the best of you, kissing his hard length through the denim of his trousers.

"Shit," he swore, his head lulling to the side.

"I want to, so much," you answered him, face mere inches from his groin.

"It's yours, darlin', c'mon, make me feel good," Joel finally exclaimed, voice thick with arousel.

You didn't have to be told twice. With fast movements you helped him pull his trousers down towards his ankles, his briefs went with it too. When your eyes met his hard cock, your mouth watered. He was a sight, packing exactly what you always imagined.

Experimentally, you kissed his tip, tasting the salty precum. Joel's moan was music to your ears, so your fingers grabbed the base of him, stroking his length with enough pressure to make him shake above you.

He was silent except for the occasional moan and curse, enjoying your touch, the feel of your hand around him, pumping him just right. When your lips finally closed around the head of his cock, his hand flew into your hair, anchoring himself.

"Fuuck-," he managed to say before you went down on him, swallowing as much of him as you could at the first go. Feeling the wetness between your thighs, you kept bobbing your head, taking him deeper and deeper with your movements. What didn't fit in your mouth, you stroked with your hand.

Joel was much more vocal now, his own thighs tensing with the pleasure, fingers still woven into your hair.

"Shit, so good. Such a good girl, fuck, feels so...gooood."

The deep sound of his voice made you tingle all over, moaning around his length with the praise he gifted you with.

"Up, c'mere," he demanded after some moments, guiding you away from his throbbing length by your hair.

"Take off your clothes, darlin'." He let go of you, lips puffy and eyes hooded and he didn't need to tell you twice. With shaking fingers, you got rid of your trousers and underwear, pulled your shirt over your head and made quick work of shedding your bra. Meanwhile Joel, not taking his eyes off of you for a heartbeat, drinking in every inch of your skin, got rid of his already open shirt and kicked off his trousers and underwear still stuck at his feet.

When you were cold at the beginning of the night, you only felt heat now, naked from head to toe, bare and vulnerable, but the gaze Joel gave you made you feel anything but. You felt like a goddess.

Straddling him again, your wet center came in contact with his length which pulled whimper out of your mouth and quiet curses out of Joel's. His right hand travelled from your cheek towards you neck and from there down, down, down, groping your breats, finding its way over your stomach to your dripping pussy.

Two of his fingers stroked you while your eyes fluttered shut at his ministrations.

"Look at me," he exclaimed, voice deep.

Your eyes shot open, locking with his just in time for his fingers to enter you. He met no resistence, sliding in perfectly, fucking you slowly.

"Fuck, darlin', you're so wet, y'hear that?"

He pumped his fingers a bit faster now, the sound of your wetness obscene in your own ears. With your mouth agape, your hands flew around his neck to anchor yourself, your hips kept moving with Joel's strokes, like having a will of their own.

"That's it, fuck y'self on my fingers, just like that."

"Joel," you moaned, feeling him curl his fingers just right, his thumb coming down on your clit, flicking it with the right amount of pressure to make you see stars. Your hips stuttered, clenching around his fingers when you came with his name leaving your lips.

He held you steadily in his lap with his other hand by grabbing the flesh of your hips, pumping his fingers time and time again before he retreated them.

The bliss of your orgasm clouded your mind, your legs and arms felt like jelly, your heart beating so fast, faster than you were used to. You didn't register Joel lifting you up a bit to position himself at your entrance, stroking himself, coating himself in your juices. You didn't register it until he pushed into you, pulling you down, down, down, impaling you on his girthy length. He was a tight fit, stretching you deliciously.

"Fuck, Joel," you babbled, cock-drunk, and so full of him.

"Yeah, I know. Shit, you feel so good, so tight." He kissed you, tongue licking at your lips and slipping past them. His hands embraced you, keeping you safe and secure while he bottomed out.

His heated skin against yours, his hot breath against your neck when he broke the kiss to nip at your skin, his heartbeat, fast, so fast against your own chest, you could have died then and there.

Hands still around his neck and secure in his embrace, your hips kept lifting a bit before sinking down again. The movement made him moan, his cock dragging across your walls deliciously. It didn't take long for you to increase your movements, bouncing on his lap. His hands grasped your hips, helping you lift yourself up and down, up and down.

"Like that, darlin', just like that", he mumbled into your skin, occasionally biting at your sweaty flesh while the next high kept building inside of you.

"Joel, I'm gonna...," you warned him, riding him faster and faster.

His hands held you still then, pumping himself into you with sharp thrusts upwards, driving the air out of your lungs.

"Go on, cum on my cock, sweet thing, c'mon."

One look into his stormy eyes and you came shaking on his lap. He fucked you through it, praising you so sweetly, only his rough voice gave away how close he was himself.

"Don't," you babbled, letting him guide you on his cock, faster and faster, chasing his own high.

"What?" he breathlessly asked, gaze fixed on your face.

"Don't...pull out."

The moan it ripped from him, this one little sentence, made you unravel again in his arms, cock still pushing into you time and time again against that spot.

You felt him tense under you, moaning your name when he came, forehead resting against yours, giving you all he had to offer.

And then he fell silent, your unsteady breaths the only sound. He locked eyes with you again after a while and you could see a faint smile painting his lips before he shook his head.

"What?" you questioned, insecure all of a sudden without the adrenaline of arousel. You motioned to stand up on wobbly legs, but his hands pushed you down, keeping you impaled on his softening cock.

"Don't," he said, voice low and spent, "Stay."

His lips found yours in a soft kiss and your heart ached. You knew with the first sunlight this side of him will be gone again, his soft touches and heated words, his kisses. He will be the ever grumpy and cold-hearted Joel, so you decided to enjoy this as long as you could, letting him wrap the blanket next to him around your cooling bodies, embracing you with warmth.

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[givemea-dam-break]

I think you know why I'm here.... Lockwood x Reader... Enemies to Lovers... Part 3.... Pretty pretty please???

a/n: ask and you shall receive!!!

warnings: language, minor injury detail gn reader

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The coffee is bitter on your tongue, and your face scrunches up at the taste of it, but you desperately need some caffeine to keep you awake.

"Can't I have some peace? It's not even been a week, and it's eight in the morning."

"I'm sorry, but it's urgent."

"You don't seem awfully sorry," you grumble.

Lockwood, once again, sits on your sofa, though unlike a week ago, he lounges on it as if it's his own. He's about to prop his feet on your coffee table, but you kick his legs before they even touch it.

"We put food there, thank you very much. Were you raised in a barn?"

He grins. "I mean, you've seen my place. Would you call it a barn?"

You sink down on the sofa beside him. "Well, George does squawk at you like a chicken. Suppose that means you're a goose. Piss me off as much as one. Lucy's the only half-decent one in that house of yours."

"I'll pretend you didn't just insult me when I come to offer a job." He doesn't sound very insulted. No, he sounds quite amused, if anything.

"Another one?" You take another sip of coffee and try not to gag. "I would've thought you'd be sick of me by now."

"Sick of you? Never."

Rolling your eyes, you lean back in your seat. Two weeks since that first job with Lockwood and Co, and already Mr Anthony Lockwood himself is charming his way back into your life. A fortnight ago, the prospect of sitting in your flat with Lockwood, just joking about, would've made you nauseous. But now... there's comfort in it.

"So, what's this job that's ever-so urgent?"

Lockwood takes a sip of the tea you brewed for him not long ago. "House in Camden. The client says his son has been seeing a pair of ghosts in his room - two women. Type Twos, I'm assuming. They haven't gone for him, but there's something about them that tells him they will."

"This doesn't seem overly urgent," you say, frowning a little. "Surely the three of you can handle it on your own."

"Lucy and George have a case on the other side of the city," Lockwood says. "And, well, the ghosts in Camden are growing restless. The family are having to stay in a hotel for the time being, mostly because the grandfather was ghost-touched and died."

You almost choke on your coffee. "You didn't think to lead with that?"

"Only just remembered."

"I would think that's perhaps one of the most important facts about this case!"

"Well, are you in?"

With a shrug that looks slightly disjointed from your annoyance, you say, "What do we know about the house? The ghosts? Is it another man murdered by his wife because, honestly, I think that might be my thing."

He laughs, and something about it has you smiling. "No, unfortunately not. Mother and daughter, renowned in the early nineteenth century for owning a bakery."

"Is this going where I think it's going?"

"The bakery is still next door, actually, but yes, most likely. If George's research is right, which it usually is, they killed people in secret and used them in their pies. They were eventually arrested and later died, but it seems their ghosts have returned. Their sources are most likely in the boy's bedroom."

"Fantastic." You place your mug on the coffee table and grin. "When do we leave?"

--

"We need to be careful about this," Lockwood says, staring at the front door of the house. "These Visitors might be particularly dangerous."

The sun is beating down on your back. There's still plenty of time before it gets dark, but there's a slight chill on the porch that has you unsettled.

Off to the left, separated from the house by a relatively new-looking fence (by new, you mean not Victorian), is a small, quaint building. People file in and out of it, smoothies or sweet treats in hand, grinning and laughing. God, you wish you could just be as carefree as that. Instead, you're standing in front of a house haunted by two homicidal women.

"Fancy a smoothie?" Lockwood says, noticing your interest in the bakery. "We've got lots of time to set up and tour the place, so I'm sure we could spare a few minutes."

Smiling gratefully, you nod.

You never thought you'd drink a smoothie while setting up defences to prevent being killed by Visitors, but it's a combination you've found quite nice.

Lockwood insisted on paying, which you weren't going to pass down, obviously. His triumphant grin upon handing the cashier the money had been enough to make you laugh.

Now, you sip happily on your drink as you lay out an iron circle on the porch of the house and set a lantern in the centre.

"How's it going in there?" you shout. Passersby give you a strange look before eyeing the rapier at your side and moving on.

Lockwood appears in the doorway to the kitchen. "Iron circle in the kitchen. Even now, it's a little cooler in there than everywhere else, but I think it's directly beneath the bedroom. If the bedroom doesn't have the source, the kitchen will."

You step into the hall, looking at the pictures that hang on the walls. "I don't see why their source would be in the bedroom. If they killed people to make into food, surely it would be somewhere in the kitchen, or even the bakery, right?"

"Maybe they had some interesting ways of luring people to their death."

Oh. You gawk at Lockwood. "Never imply anything like that again."

He scoffs playfully. "What? If it works, it works, right?"

"Lockwood! You're terrible."

He only grins, his smile brightening the hall. "Come on, let's get upstairs, see if you can hear anything."

You take the lead, cautiously climbing the stairs. They're blanketed in a heavy silence, which isn't unusual since it is still a little early for anything. With a little hesitation, you step onto the landing.

The screams come all at once, dozens of them, muffled and agonising to listen to. They swarm in your head, deafening, permeated only by the sounds of feminine laughter and the dripping of blood. Your vision blurs, and the volume knocks you back, your foot slipping on the top step.

"(name)." Lockwood's hand presses against your back, keeping you upright. "What's going on?"

It's hard to speak. You can barely hear yourself over the ringing of your ears after drowning out the screams. "They definitely killed their victims up here," you manage. "Dozens of them. I -"

"Hey, you're okay."

"There were so many of them..."

"You need to ignore it," Lockwood says, moving to stand in front of you. His eyebrows are furrowed, perhaps with worry, and his hand reaches for yours. "They'll just feed off your emotions and get stronger. We can't let that happen."

Nodding, you swallow the lump in your throat, taking in your surroundings. A short and narrow hall, with a bedroom on either side and a bathroom at the very end. In the light of your torches, the darkening space seems to stretch out forever.

"That bedroom on the left," you murmur. "That's the one above the kitchen."

Lockwood nods, squeezing your hand. "Stay here, I'll check it out."

His grip loosens and he strides over to the door, peeking into the room, only to stumble back a step.

"What is it?" you ask, moving nearer, stopping when he holds a hand out to signal for you to wait.

"Death glows," he says, pulling a pair of sunglasses out of his greatcoat and putting them on. "So many of them. They're blinding."

A chill slowly creeps over you, and you can feel your bones locking up with fear. A bitter taste fills your mouth, worse than the coffee that morning, and you draw your rapier.

"Eight degrees," you say, checking your temperature gun. "Growing miasma. Lockwood, we need to -"

Other-light fills the hall, bright enough to momentarily blind you. Gasping, you cover your eyes, holding your rapier out before you as you wait for your sight to return.

"Lockwood!"

The sound of a salt bomb exploding fills your ears, and you move your hand from your face. Dark spots fill your vision, but you can see well enough to make out the shapes of two ghosts, hovering at the end of the hall.

"Come with me," one hisses in its distorted voice. "Come with me."

The death loop repeats over and over, while the other ghost stays silent, smiling cruelly. Both are dressed in Victorian-style dresses, with aprons tied over their skirts, covered in something dark. The same darkness covers their hands and is splattered in places over their dresses - blood.

They inch closer, so very slowly. Lockwood, rapier in hand, cautiously moves until he's standing next to you.

"Plan?" you ask.

He glances at you, slipping off his sunglasses. "Improvise."

"That's your plan?"

"Well, we could go with our usual one. You find the source while I distract them."

"Yeah, because that will go down well, won't it?"

"Do you have a better plan?"

You pause. "No, but if I did, it would be much smarter."

He plasters on that grin of his. "Go find that source. I'll do my best to keep them distracted."

"Take these." You fish a few salt bombs out of your belt. "You're running low."

"Thanks. Now, go!"

Lockwood runs in the direction of the ghosts while you dart to the side, crashing into the bedroom.

It's the son's room, judging from the racetrack rug on the ground and the toys strewn across the floor. The bed is messy, the duvet half on the floor and one of the pillows is on the floor at the other side of the room as if it's been thrown.

Your Sight has never been a strong Talent, but even you can see the deathglows across the room. Dozens of them, some brighter than others, but for you to be able to see them... God, it's a little hard to breathe.

The sound of salt bombs brings you back to reality. Using your Listening, you try and pry out any sounds that could help you figure out what the source could be, but nothing. You can hear Lockwood panting just outside the room, along with a few swear words and crude phrases shouted at the ghosts.

As you move, a floorboard creaks underfoot. You pause before falling to your knees and moving the circular rug out of the way. The floor is hardwood, thank god, so it's easy to find the creaky floorboard.

You reach into your bag, thrown onto the bed in your haste to search for the source, and grab your crowbar, slamming it into the gap between boards. With all your strength, you loosen the board, popping enough of it free to be able to get a good peek in.

In the torchlight, a little jar is visible, dusty and covered with cobwebs that glitter in the bright light. Scowling, you reach in and grasp the jar, pulling it free as quickly as you can.

A crash sounds outside, followed by shouts of pain.

"Lockwood!" you yell. No response.

Faster than you could imagine, the ghostly forms of the mother and daughter appear in the doorway, faces moulded with fury. As they shoot towards you, you leap to the bed, jar in hand, and tug the silver net free, wrapping your finding in it.

And they disappear mere centimetres away.

Breathing heavily, you take a peek at the contents of the jar, but have to look away quickly, lest your smoothie come back out the wrong way. The jar, from your glimpse, is full of teeth and small shards of bone. The victims' remains.

"(name)!" Lockwood's voice calls, but it sounds weak.

Deftly, you stuff the source, tightly wrapped, in your duffle bag and sprint out of the room.

The stair bannister is broken and, lying at the bottom of the stairs, is Lockwood, barely moving. You would've thought him dead if not for his incessant need to fidget.

"Lockwood," you breathe, and all of a sudden you're running down the stairs.

Gently, careful of where you grasp him, you move Lockwood until he's leaning against the hallway wall, clutching his ribs with his face scrunched up in pain.

"I'm guessing you got it?" he groans. "The source."

You nod. "Jar of teeth and bones. Quite gross, if I'm being honest. Now, where does it hurt most?"

He weakly points to his left side, presumably the side he broke through the bannister with. With soft hands, you feel around his ribs, frowning. They're swollen, but they're not in too bad condition. Probably just bruised. It's his head that you're worried about.

There's a large gash on his left temple, and blood weakly oozes out of it, trailing its way over his cheekbone. You reach up to brush his hair away from it.

"I have a first aid kit in my bag," you say. "Let me patch this up, and then we'll get you home, yeah?"

Lockwood nods, and you become acutely aware of how close your faces are. He's looking up at you with those dark eyes of his, wide and almost doe-like, and his mouth hangs open slightly, breathing heavily.

Before you get caught up in his stare, or the unfamiliar feeling in your chest, you turn and search around in your bag until you find the small green first aid kit you always keep inside. You can never be too prepared.

"This is going to hurt," you say.

He hisses at the contact of the alcohol wipe on his gash, but you make quick work of it, wiping the blood on his face away with a tissue shortly after. You have no plasters the right size for the gash, so you pull out a non-adhesive dressing, gently place it on top of the cut and then secure it with a bandage, wrapped tight enough around his head that it won't fall off. Then, you pull out a box of painkillers and hand him two along with a half-empty bottle of water.

"Just as well you came instead of George," Lockwood says. "I'd have been dead by now."

You laugh, sitting back on your heels. "Do you feel well enough to stand? We should probably get you back home."

--

"You're being a bit forward, here, (name). Shouldn't you ask me on a date before you start trying to undress me?"

Half-heartedly, you slap his shoulder. "I'm taking your shoes off, you knob. You can't get in bed with shoes on - it's a universal rule."

Gently, you ease Lockwood down on the bed so that he's lying, head propped up by an absurd amount of pillows, and pull the covers over him. He's a little pale but seems mostly alright apart from the pain, so you're able to relax a little.

"Those were some nasty ghosts, huh?" you say, sitting at the edge of the bed. "I think my thing is just female murderers in general."

A little, breathless laugh escapes his lips. "You're becoming quite the asset to the team now, you know."

You reach over, pulling the duvet up over his shoulders. "I suppose I am."

"There's a place for you here if you want it," Lockwood says. His expression is confident, but a waver in his tone gives him away. He's nervous, worried, even. "Not that you have to accept, of course, but it saves us hiring you for every job we need a hand with, and -"

"Are you asking me to join Lockwood and Co?" You raise an eyebrow, suppressing a smile. "Is this another way to take my rightfully earned money from me? I can't see the pay here being very high."

He looks anxious but then realises that you're only poking fun. "So...?"

"I'll think about it," you decide. "But, since you can't seem to let me go, I'll stay here tonight, yeah? To keep an eye on your head. It should be alright, but I'm worried about it getting infected."

"Thank you." Lockwood's body seems to relax, free of any tension. "For everything. Helping us out on these cases, and for staying."

You smile, brushing a flop of hair off his face gently. Your fingers brush his skin and, once again, that unfamiliar feeling in your chest returns and your fingers tingle. Pulling your hand back, you shift a little further to the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, well," you say, trying to keep your voice light, "I think you'd be dead if not for my help, and I can't have the owner of 'the most prestigious agency' dying on me, can I? It would be terrible for business."

He smiles softly, and it's something you know you'll be able to see in your mind for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not. The gentleness of it, the sincerity, eases any worries you have.

"Get some sleep," you say, standing. "I'll be in the living room if you need me."

And, although he doesn't need to, he repeats, "Thank you."

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[sasusakucoded]

Nothing makes Sasuke's blood boil more than seeing his girls upset when they are wronged or belittled. If there's one thing that Sakura and Sarada have in common, it's their inability to hide their disappointment when others talk them down.

Sasuke: *surprised* You're here? I thought it's a whole day training.

Sarada: *head down* Yeah.. I'll be in my room, Papa..

Sasuke knew something was up. Sarada was so excited to attend the training that was held in Suna. She prepared days before to show her jutsus that utilize sharingan. Clearly, she was upset and Sasuke couldn't sit still knowing that something happened.

He went to her room and asked if they could talk.

Sasuke: *knocks* Sarada.. Are you awake? May I come in?

Sarada: Yes you may, Papa..

Sasuke: *comes in and sits beside her* What happened?

Sarada: *shakes her head; avoids eye contact* Nothing..

Sasuke: Sarada.

Sarada: ...

Sasuke: You're not supposed to be home this early. You left 2 hours ago.

Sarada: I— I got dresscoded..

Sasuke: What does that even mean?

Sarada: *sighs* I was sent home because of that, Papa..

Sasuke: Sarada, sorry but I'm still confused. What did you mean by dresscoded?

Sarada: So.. That happens when you wear inappropriate clothes.. And apparently boys can't concentrate.. So they'll send you home.

Sasuke: Inappropriate? Your regular clothes? *thinks of her everyday outfit*

Sarada: *nods* They said it's too short—

Sasuke: *angry* Tell me where they're holding that convention.

Sarada: Papa..

Sasuke: I'll ask Naruto if you won't—

Sarada: Papa, no.. It's okay.

Sasuke: *gets up*

Sarada: Papa! *reaches for his hand* I'll tell you.. But I don't want to go back.. Would you bring Mama instead?

Sasuke: It has nothing to do with your mom.

Sarada: But I don't want you to kill someone..

Sasuke: I won't.

Sarada: Papa.. *sobs*

Sasuke: *hugs her* Fine. I'll drop by the hospital to pick her up. Don't stress yourself out. I promise I won't kill anybody even if I want to.

---

Sasuke went to Sakura's office and explained the situation to her. She was as mad as him.

Sasuke: Let me handle this. But I need you there. That's what Sarada wants.

Sakura: Okay. What if I'd be able to stop you but I can't help myself?

Sasuke: Sakura.

Sakura: I'm so pissed off, Anata. *looks at him* Okay, I'll let you handle it.

They asked Naruto for the organizer's name and they went straight to his office.

Sasuke: We want to have a word with you.

Organizer: And you are?

Sasuke: Uchiha Sasuke and this is my wife, Uchiha Sakura. Our daughter was supposed to participate but she was sent home.

Organizer: Ah, that girl. What about it?

Sasuke: Why was she sent home?

Organizer: She wore inappropriate clothes.

Sasuke: That's her regular clothes.

Organizer: How can you let her wear inappropriate clothes all the time?

Sakura: *about to speak*

Sasuke: *stops her* You kept on saying inappropriate. What do you want her to wear?

Organizer: It's for her safety. The boys.. They can't pay attention to the training because of her.

Sasuke: You didn't answer my question. Also, if those boys were the ones who couldn't pay attention, why didn't you send them home instead?

Organizer: I— I can't do that—

Sasuke: My daughter will leave the house in whatever she feels comfortable in. She doesn't dress for anyone but herself.

Organizer: But—

Sasuke: And if people don't like how she dresses because they think it's inappropriate for boys, then they should lock up their boys at home.

Gaara: *enters the office in such a rush* Sasuke, Sakura! I heard you're here.

Organizer: *gets up and bows* Fifth Kazekage!

Sasuke: I'm disappointed at this convention.

Gaara: What happened?

Organizer: It's just a mis—

Gaara: Let him speak.

Sasuke: Sarada was sent home because she got dresscoded.

Gaara: I'm sorry. I didn't know there's even a rule for a dress code.

Organizer: I can explain—

Gaara: We will talk separately. This is backward thinking. Training is our focus, not this trivial thing. *turns to Sasuke and Sakura* Please extend my apologies to Sarada. Is there a way to bring her back here?

Sakura: I don't think she'll agree, but thanks for the offer.

Gaara: I'm really sorry. Sarada is one of the anticipated participants because of her dojutsu. It's a shame we have this mishap.

Sasuke: I don't know how approval works here in Sunagakure but please don't let that happen again.

Gaara: I'll make sure of that.

Sasuke: We're going.

Sakura: Thanks again, Gaara!

---

Sakura: Are you feeling better now?

Sarada: *nods* Mama.. Did Papa really say all of that?

Sakura: Yes! I was watching him with pride earlier.

Sarada: Really? *smiles* I didn't know his thoughts on my clothes.. It feels good to know his opinions.

Sakura: Honestly, I wasn't surprised. He has never disagreed with my fashion choice no matter how short or skimpy they are. But, to hear him say those things.. I was really proud.

Sarada: I really thought he'd kill him.

Sakura: *laughs* Well, he killed him with words.

#sasusakusara #papasuke #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #uchihas #sscoded no 256

[welovelouisandbucky]

Faith

Teaser

A/n: I'm really sorry for the wait, my Tumblr was not letting me post this it got messy anyway. And I'd like to say English is not my native language and I'm sorry for the mistakes, and positive criticism would very much be appreciated:) and feel free to ask if you want to be added to the taglist

Pairing: Steven Grant x teen!reader Marc Spector x teen!reader

Summary: reader is a single teen parent who lives on her own with her kid. One night her kid went missing and then she found her with none other than our Steven

"Oh bollocks! This is not how it looks I swear!" Steven panics. Stepping away from the pissed off lady, almost like he's trying to run, which makes the situation ten times worse.

Steven has faced many things in life, every worst case scenario possible, you imagine. Whether it was accidentally knocking down the new packages at work that read 'FRAGILE' and almost getting fired afterwards, or when one day he was stepping down from the bus, half awake and half asleep. He tripped over his feet and fell face first and took an old lady with him; he was fine but the lady was hospitalized for weeks. Or one time he was walking around a park, again, half awake he accidentally stepped onto a stray dog's tail. That day he ran like that cameraman for like half an hour and not because the dog stopped chasing him no, no because Marc decided to have little mercy on him by taking control. Even more, but none of them were this bad, where he was being accused of kidnapping a child. 

And the kid approached him first!

He was just back from his soul drowning day at 'work'. Today was a hell of a day. And he wanted nothing more than to just get to his home and feed Gus the second, and plop himself on the bed and drift away to sleep. 

But at the main door as he was finding his keys, he felt a little tug on his pants, looking down he saw a girl no older than three or four, smiling up at him. He instantly tensed up, looking around the lobby trying to figure out who's kid is this, and why did they let the toddler freely roam all over the lobby. Concerned, he scrunched down to her level and began asking her questions softly: where's your mum? What's your name, little love? What are you doing here all by yourself at this time, huh? Do you live here? 

The girl answered some of them by nodding her head, and quietly said her name,"Faith," and pointed to the door behind Steven. 

He picked her up and was ready to return her safely to her mum, but then a girl barged through the door. In alarmed mode Steven took a step back, second mistake. Don't ever step back if you are returning a child to their guardian, it will make the situation worse. And that's what Steven didn't know, so here he is panicking. 

Suddenly Marc decided to speak up.

Put the fucking kid down, you moron! You look like you're 'bout to run off with her! 

Marc shouts at Steven, clearly just as panicked as Steven. Steven looks at the kid he is holding and immediately puts her down, the probable guardian of the child takes Faith into her arms, protectively. 

…

Panic. Fear. Guilt.

Is what y/n had been feeling since Faith disappeared. 

All this happened in one minute. She had just left her in the living room to put the folded clothes in their place and when she returned, boom, Faith wasn't there. She searched the whole apartment, looking for a single sign of Faith but no, it's like she disappeared into thin air. But just to be confirmed before reaching out to police she checked the whole apartment twice but still no trace of Faith. She started crying three minutes after Faith's disappearance, so near to panic attack. She is blaming herself for it. If she hadn't left Faith all by herself she would've been in her arms watching Frozen, but putting clothes away was more important than her fucking daughter! 

She's scared to death, if something happened to Faith she'll never forgive herself for it. How can she let this happen in the first place? Million wrong things crossing her mind, what if something happened to her? What if she got hurt? Or worse, what if someone kidnapped her? Or what if she somehow gets to the road and car–no no no, this can't be real. This has to be a dream! This is the worst nightmare ever. 

She quickly picks up her phone and gets out of the apartment. If she has to take her daughter from Lucifer's lap she'll do it without missing a beat, she'll do anything for her. Two steps out the door, she sees her. Her Faith, in the arms of their weird neighbour. The guy who trashed the bathroom of the museum and got fired, and that's not it. Everyone has been saying he talks to himself a lot. And the sweet lady down the lobby said, one time in the elevator he started screaming out of sudden, and there was nothing. Everyone in the building said he's crazy, and needs the help of a psychiatrist. He always looked like hadn't slept for years with the dark circles under his eyes, and a deep frown on his face. And always clumsily walking into walls and or doors, and talking to some imaginary people. He looked like he's on drugs all the time, and the museum news says it all. He is walking a red flag, and you were his neighbor living right across from him. 

You always kept Faith out of his gaze and changed your path whenever you saw him somewhere. 

And seeing him with your daughter, terrified you. You shot over there and yelled at him. 

"What the hell are you doing with my child?!" You are fuming with anger. He looked at you panicked, taking a step back and that angered you more.

"Oh bollocks! This is not how it looks, I swear!" He said taking yet another step backwards, and let go of Faith. You quickly pull her into a protective mama bear hug. Relief washing over you. 

"Look, I know that was looking bad but I swear I wasn't trying to do what you're thinking, I swear!" He speaks up suddenly, you glare daggers into his soul. Scared, he backs up. 

#marvel #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrest meme #steven grant #moon knight #marc spector #moon knight memes #moon knight incorrect quotes #moon knight x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #marc spector x teen!reader #x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel moon knight #steven grant x reader #marc spector fanart #marc spector x reader #moon knight boys #khonshu #marvel x platonic reader #marvel x teen!reader #moon knight x teen reader

[crystaldwightsworld]

"I'm definitely catching a cold..."

So, in the recent Game Informer footage of Resident Evil 4 remake, you can hear Ashley say "I'm definitely catching a cold!" after her and Leon have escaped from the Church. It's pouring rain, probably chilly. Now, I know it's myth that catching a cold from the weather isn't really a thing but what if they BOTH got sick during the trip from Spain, and being forced to stay in isolation together.

-They're both being held in isolation either way, Graham wanting to be absolutely certain that any traces or remnants of the Plaga had been eradicated. Leon agrees to it only under the circumstance that 1. he gets to eat, 2. he gets a shower and 3. someone needed to go to his apartment, grab him some clothes, his medication, his laptop and to check up on his cats. "Graham, Sir, if you're gong to keep me here, I need to be comfortable. Ashley too, she's gone longer without food than me!"

-Hunnigan's there on location and is entrusted with the task of retrieving Leon's things. Leon has to tell her exactly where everything is, embarrassing enough that she was going to have to pick out underwear for him. "I hope you're okay with cats. Oscar is friendly but Millie is skittish. Just, you know, make sure they have enough food and water."

-Ashley's pissed, absolutely having none of it. "This is how you treat the agent that saved your daughter's life! I'd be dead without him! And what about me?! My word isn't good enough for you?!"

-So many tests done, so... many... even blood drawn. Ashley nearly passes out during her draw while Leon showered. They have them in a custom built ICU, wanting to keep surveillance on the both of them for the next 24 hours, heart rates being monitored on the constant. They both have their own section of the room, a bed brought in for the both of them. Ashley politely requests a tv.

-Leon can already feel it after the shower, that icky, not so great feeling as he dried his hair. He mentions it to the doctors on site. Sure enough, a few hours later, he's developed a fever, sore throat and body aches that keep him up most of the night despite how tired he is. Graham grows very concerned but the medic assures him that this was nothing more than the common cold. "He could have already been carrying a virus when he arrived in Spain. Maybe caught something on the airplane, from one of the pilots or staff. Happens all the time."

-Leon is miserable. He wants nothing more than to go home, to the comfort of his own bed, cocoon himself in his blankets and sleep. At least the bed wasn't too uncomfortable, the coffee wasn't bad either. He's been awake for an hour, coughing his lungs out and working on the report he was going to need to turn in eventually. Ashley stirring awake catches his attention with the addition of her now starting to cough. "Sweetheart, no! Not you too!" It was bound to happen. They had spent a lot of time together after finding her in the Church. She gets clingy after that and Leon doesn't have it in him to tell her no when she wants to hang out next to him. She develops a fever as well which results in shivering and a constant feeling of being cold. Good thing Leon was a furnace, body heat radiating off his frame.

-"The cooks are gunna make us some soup." Ashley tells him with a raspy voice.

"Oh God, that sounds amazing!" Leon replies, relieved.

-They unfortunately are requested to be kept in isolation for another night, just to be sure that it really was just a common cold. Leon grows just as angry as Ashley was yet they both make the best of it, by living on soup, ginger ale, warm tea, Gatorade, way too many fruit pops for the vitamin c boost, Alka Seltzer and the finest late night trash television has to offer.

-Ashley ends up falling asleep next to Leon but he's too exhausted to rouse her, knowing full and well that she needed her rest too. He doesn't care what the doctors would have to say, nor what Graham would think. As long as she was comfortable, he didn't mind. He ends up falling asleep not soon after, his head lulled back and resting against Ashley's. They had been through too much to be shy around each other.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #ashley graham #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #leon x ashley #resident evil 4 ashley #ashley resident evil 4

[sentientgopro]

Aand that's 2 months today since cracking. No, I'm not gonna do one of these every month because nothing is really changing (and that's the problem).

The balance between "My future is gonna be great" and "My present fucking sucks" has gone from the former to the latter over this month, I've kinda fallen off the original high of "this is actually possible, I'm gonna make it", but I'd still say I'm doing better than before. But having to deal with dysphoria on a daily basis is certainly new and something I'm trying to adjust to.

But, every now and again, I remember, it's not a dream. It's not the fantasies I have when I lie awake at night. It's my future. Sometimes I forget that this idea of me transitioning is REAL. It will happen someday, for real. I remember that if all goes according to plan, all this will start NEXT YEAR. Next fucking year. And for a moment, I feel the same excitement I felt the first time I realised it was possible for me to be a girl.

To change the topic, I had an argument/ discussion with my mother over trans people for the first time since I cracked. She's reasonable enough to not get angry over me having different beliefs (unlike my father). She's not reasonable enough to realise how dumb the shit she says is.

And I just wish I could say things from the perspective I'm actually saying it from. Its all "apparently" and "people say" but I can never outright say THIS IS HOW I FEEL. Because thats the conversation were having, she just doesn't know it. And I explain dysphoria, explain her missunderstanding of it and where those missunderstandings come from, and she just says "Well I don't think its real. Atleast not most trans people, a tiny minority feel it, most just make it up."

And I just want to take the bloody gloves off and go off on her about just how very real it is because I, her very own "son", deal with it on a daily fucking basis. Not even that, it just never really goes away, I just find moments to distract myself. So you can piss off with that "its not real" bullshit.

But no, I'm here defending myself under the disguise of defending a type of person I supposedly "know nothing about and don't know the true experiences of".

One day I'm going to be forced into having this same argument, but with the gloves and mask off. And it's gonna suck, but when she says those words and states those dumbass beliefs, she's gonna KNOW shes saying it to her own daughter and not some unrelated 3rd party and I know that's gonna make it harder for her. good.

#196 #transgender #transfem #personal logs

[hazashiovo]

will there be part 3 🥹🥹 https://at.tumblr.com/hazashiovo/imagine-beeing-aemonds-enemy-yet-his-biggest/nafm7hxwzf5j

It took me a while to think of something to write so I apologize. I also have to warn you I never read the book or any of ASOIAF so I will invent my own plot. Also blood and cheese doesn't happen here.

Thank you for reminding me and due to a few requests, I'm introducing you part 3 of the series!

Aemond Targaryen X reader!

imagine being Aemond's enemy yet his biggest obsession part 3!

Ps: english isn't my first language🧜‍♀️

You left.

You left Aemond in the middle of the night not allowing the white haired prince to do anything about it.

He was a fool for thinking he was able to take you, break you.How did he not see that?

God, he was furious. He made a vow to catch you, and never let you go again , right through his fingers.

-

You escaped.beeing trapped in there, made you feel like your mind would go bad, but now you're free, and soon you'll be home with your mother.

You thought about what you would say to your mother and father.would you mention how you fucked the prince your brother left without and eye?

Thoughts were clouding your mind, replaying the night of your escape. A dirty feeling all over your body, but it didn't bother you,strangely.

Your mother's daughter as one would say.

Your dragon was rested, and even fed. Ready to take you home.

A day and half took you to get to dragon stone.

You were exhausted, hungry, and tired. Physically and mentally.

The moment you landed you felt light headed.

You managed to find the war room. Opening the doors,all the eyes on you.

You didn't catch your mother's teary eyes, only her hold on you. You didn't hear your fathers curses towards the greens, only felt him holding you up, not letting you fall.

Than it all went blank.

-

Aemond was scolded. A lot.

He was tired of hearing his mother yell at him for what felt like hours.

The boy could only imagine how his older brother would snicker behind his back, knowing that at the time, he wasn't the source of his mother's rage, but his young perfect brother.

At one point he was allowed to return to his duties, yet,his mother remained angry.

He got news, you managed to return to dragon stone.

His jaw clenched in anger as he crumbled the paper your whereabouts were written.

You fooled him, and he will not let it slide.

Rhaenyra's hand caressed your face as your father was pacing around the room, angry from the sound of his stomping.

Slowly,your eyes open. They twitch as light greets them.

Your mother was first to notice you were awake.

-My love!-

The queen hugs you.

Once she let's go, Your father at your side.

-my sweet, sweet girl..-

his hands carres your head as he holds you tight in his arms.

-Mother... Father, I missed you.-

Your voice managed to break the silence.

The way they're looking at you, gods it makes you feel guilty.

-Luke,he arrived, didn't he?-

You try to get up from the bed, worry filling your whole body.

-Yes, don't get up. Your whole body is full of bruises. I'll kill them, those fuckin cunts that play pretend with the kingdom.-

Daemons now angry voice raises.

At the castle, you didn't even bother checking for your wounds. It was true. One look at your arm convinced you. It was blue and purple in many places.

Daemon was pissed. So was Rhaenyra.

You talked with you parents a bit after leaving to rest, and from what you heard Luke was alright.

You did good protecting your little brother,a smile crept on you face.

/next day/

Getting up from the bed, you were meet with a servant ready to prepare you for breakfast. You gotta admit, you were pretty hungry.

Once at the table you sat down.

The morning went great, but a thought kept. Creeping your mind.

-I want to learn to fight.-

Your voice broke the silence in the dining hall.

A snicker was heard from your father's side.

-what?-

Rhaenyra rose her head from her plate.

-last time, I lost because I wasn't good enough. I want to be prepared this time.-

The confidence was clear and loud in you and your voice.

It looks like you let your mother wordless, so your father decided to answer for her.

-You're right. You'll start as soon as your body is fully healed.-

He returned to his food.

Your mother still quiet.

-I'll be fine, mother, I promise-

You reached your hand over to her, reassuring the woman.

/6 Months later/

Swords clashed, mud on your shoes and pants. Sweat dripping from your forehead and adrenaline pumping in your veins.

-Just give up daughter, I got you.-

Daemon's teasing manner annoyed you further.

You landed a hit on his leg and quickly spun behind him. Unfortunately you didn't manage to finish h of as his sword found your neck.

You roll your eyes and groan in frustration.

Gods does he love annoying and teasing you.

-you won,Kepa-

You drop your sword on the ground.

The greens and the blacks were now fighting for Harenhall, and you were going to be there with your father, on the battlefield. It's your duty as a heir to be a brave and strong queen once your mother is gone.

News of the rival army , you heard your father and mother planning a strategy.

Of course , your mother would never let you leave.but Your father? He knows.

At night fall, a part of the army left to retrieve Harenhall.

You being in there.

It was quick, your army was good, so it didn't take long before half or more of them were no more. Especially with Daemon, the rogue prince as a leader.

Your job was to take a part from the men and make your way inside.

Finishing up pretty quick, you found the main hall.

You plunged your sword in one of the guard's chest. You took the sword away from his body and cleaned it from the remaining blood on its metal.

-So we meet again, Bastard whore.-

The voice rang trough your ears. He slowly walked away from the pillar he was before.

-Uncle.-

You clutched your sword tightly, keeping it close to your body.

Aemond was unimpressed,spiteful and he felt rage, rage that you played and escaped him that night. Rage that you used him, rage that you made him feel those sickening thoughts, just for you.

His eye never left yours, sternly watching your every move, like a mad man.

-Came here to be captured again? Whore? Or did you not have enough last time?-

Aemond's rude remark already made you feel annoyed.

-You're right, rude of me to not say my farewells, kepus.-

You teased, making sure your energy matched his.

The Prince's jaw tensed in anger as he reached for his sword, attached to his hip.

-If it's a duel you're looking for I'm all in, kepus, but it will end up completely different. I promise.-

A confident tone was easily found in your voice, fearless, daring.

Aemond only smirked, he seemed to be taking your whole appearance up.

-I will win, and I will keep you as my slave for as long as i desire. Be sure, that I will treat you however I like, niece-

Your face scrunched up in disgust, but never have you let your tough persona fall and crumble, especially in the eyes of this man.

-I will be the judge of that.-

With that being said, Aemond launched at you. Why was he fighting so reckles? He usually calculated his steps, moves, but now all he went for was the win.

Your body skilfully ignored his blows, even landing some small hits.

He was heavy, after all, he was a man,but you? You were fast and sly as a viper. Just like you were taught, you waited for the right of openings to hit.

Aemond had that crazy look in his eye, a vengeful one, a manic one.

Your swords clashed together, faces inches apart.

-Give up, and I will be merciful, Bastard.-

The prince spoke in a hushed voice, breathless even.

You clenched your jaw, shaking your head in a 'no' manner.

-Nah, not as long as I breathe.-

You ducked as he almost landed a hit on your head, making quick work , you snuck behind him, landing a deep cut in his upper tigh. Aemond groaned in pain, a hand on his wound where you just cut him.

A kick in the back of the knee had him down and bleeding.

-What'd i tell ya?-

You kicked away his sword, sending it a away.

A foot slammed on his hand, putting force and keeping it glued to the ground,you heard him groan once again.

-You know, this reminds me of the time you had me in the same position you are now.-

You laughed, quite sadistically if someone were to hear you. It did remind you of back then if you were honest.

You were to busy focusing on his face , his eye, his expression that you didn't notice what he was doing until you felt it.

He plunged his dagger right in your side. Pain closed all your senses.

You opened your mouth to scream, but no sound left it. you backed away from him.

One hand at your side, the other holding your sword, barely.

The blood you were losing was letting itself be felt, light headed, dizzy, sick. All of them at once.

-You forgot one thing, I hate losing. Especially what is rightfully mine.-

Aemond kicked you in the side, making your pain 10 times harder. You tried getting up, but he kicked you again.

The prince lowered himself, now eye to eye with you.

-I warned you. Niece.-

Feeling something close to your hand, you made the best to pick it.

He stood so close to you. Before he could mutter another word, you hit him in the head, a rock is what you felt, a big one.

You saw him holding his now bleeding side of the head, the same look you had on this moment. No longer after, he collapsed.

It took you a lot of strength to get up. But you did.

Once you found one of your soldiers, you told him to grab some people and capture the white haired prince.

A month later

Aemond hadn't heard word of you ever since he was captured. Not a visit,nothing.

His wounds started healing, that was good. Maybe soon enough he can escape from here. See his mother and sister again.

He was shocked to see you enter his cell. Even though he stabbed you a king time ago, you still had bandages around your waist. The one he held that sweet night.

Aemond wore no shirt, he prefered doing so, but he did have black pants on, also his eye patch was not here.Meant to humiliate him, surely that was your father's doing.

-Yea, it looks pretty fucked up.-

Your voice startled him, to lost in thoughts to remember you were there to.

-Enjoying your new home kepus?-

You scaned the cell, at least the greens offered you a room fit for a royal back then.

Aemond scoffed, glaring at you unmoved.

-Why are you here, to make fun of me? Torture me? Bastard whore.-

A chuckle rose from you, you didn't miss his bitchy behavior.

-you should really be careful and hold your tongue when you speak to me. After all... I am heir of the queen That doesn't allow for you to be killed.-

Aemond rolled his eye, still as sassy as ever. You continued, answering his previous question.

-Perhaps, or perhaps I'm here to question you.-

His brow quirked in curiosity.

It was a strange thing, a strange reason for you to low yourself here to question him.

-I have nothing to lose.-

The white haired answered, barely audible.

-Why do you hate me?-

With that said, he seemed more interested in anything else than you, your figure or your presence.

-Don't ignore me.-

Aemond was taken back by your sudden demanding attitude.

He hummed in annoyance.

-How else can I explain to you, you are a bastard. The daughter of a rascal who's playing against my brother. Is that a reason good enough for you?-

The prince was quick to finding reasons. But it didn't phase or satisfy you.

-No.-

Once his eye found yours he seemed taken aback by you answer.

-I asked, why do you hate me. Not my Mother, it was long before that, uncle.-

He had time to think. Why did he hurt you? Why did he insult you, why couldn't he fund the nerve to just kill you and why did he keep thinking on the night you escaped. The way your body for so well with his.

He was wordless.

-Answer me!-

You yelled as he stood up.

-i hate you because whatever you do, whatever you did you always got away!I hate you because you had everyone to care for you! I hate you because I seem to feel so different whenever you're around, like you're supposed to be mine, like a caged bird unable to escape.-

With each word he got closer, until there were only inches between you two.

You didn't know what to say, from what he said he was jealous, and obsessed at the same time.

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

-Good enough reasons now? Niece.-

A deep breath was taken into your chest, now you didn't know what to think anymore.

The memory was distant, but the way he was so close to you now, it reminded you of the night you shared.

-Now my turn, you could have escape so many ways. So why did you chose what you choose.-

You didn't know, or you did but you didn't wanna admit it. It was a thing you always had for the prince, the way he would look at you, you couldn't read him back then, or the snarky comments. Some would call you a masochist.

-That is my business.-

By now, all you build up had fall upon you, no more tough and brave persona, but a flustered little girl seeing her crush.

Before you could end the visit Aemond grabbed you from behind, his body basically glued to yours.

-We're not done here, sweet little thing.-

You could feel yourself heating up like an oven. Aemond never used those kind of pet names with you, only insults and rude remarks.

Your back was faced to his chest, one of his hand layed on your hip, as the other held your jaw, it was soft, not like when you fought, but in a lovers way.

He turned your head enough for your faces to be not even inches apart. Lips slightly parted.

This time, the look in his eye was not spite or anger. It was something more, something more intimate.

The way he looked at you... Not even a fool could deny Aemonds feelings towards the niece he claims to hate.

You wanted to pull away, to push him and leave, but it seemed your body was frozen, stil as a statue.

-Why do you do this uncle? Play this game of cat and mouse.-

You finally managed to mutter some words.

-You were meant to be mine ever since the beginning, sweet thing.-

He made you doubt.

Was he about to use the same tactic you used on him to escape?

Was he lying to you?

Was he-

The thoughts that circled in your head were suddenly stopped the moment you felt his lips on yours.

They were soft, and the kiss wasn't forced or rough.

-I can't do this.-

You spoke, trying to move forward from him, but he would just not let go of you.

-Don't go, not again sweet thing.-

The prince pleaded, soft voice and soft kisses trailed your neck.

He was in love with his obsession.

End of story bitchesss!

So this is the last part and I won't be writing any for this fix, but you can check out my other fics🐀

I'm so dumb cause like at the middle of writing I taught I saved me draft and I didn't and guess who almost gave up. But fortunately I improved some of my main ideas and wrote them here.

I rlly hope you enjoyed this cause I BARELY made something in my tiny little brain. 😶

#x reader #hotd x reader #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #hotd fanfic #aemond x reader #x yn #aemond x y/n #aemond #darkfic #obssesion #daemon targaryen father #daemon targaryen platonic #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #asoif/got #part3 #fiction #xreaderfic #enemies to lovers #enemies to lovers x reader

[queenvidal]

The Girl Who Never Cries

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

(Not my gif - found it on pinterest. If it's urs, contact me for proper credit)

Chapter 5: I Am Negan

Chapter Summary: You have to come face to face with a demon of your past, seducing you to actions you'll most likely regret.

Wordcount: 2314

Notes: I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or wrong spellings, English isn't my first language. - Part 1 of the The One And Only Series - Takes place during the beginning of season 7.

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

“Home sweet home.” Sasha's joyful voice sounds over the radio. You slowly open your eyes to peer out of the window. A familiar suburb is passing by you. From here it should only be about 20 more minutes until Alexandria comes into view.

With a low grunt you force yourself to sit up right again to stretch yourself. You yawn for a long moment, gaining Daryl's attention. “You awake?”

“Yeah,” you sigh while rubbing your eyes. “You didn’t wake me for the switch.”

“I’m fine”, he explains. “You need the rest more than I.” 

After four hours you two would switch places, so the other can sleep and rest a little. Daryl being Daryl, he put your comfort over his, letting you sleep in on your driving shift. You look into the rearview mirror to see Sasha and Carl in the car behind you. Your brother is sleeping himself, his head resting against the window.

The trip was exhausting, you are all tired beyond belief. But it was worth it. Not only is the back of the truck filled to the brim, you also found medications you needed for the cut and your cold. Both got better within the weeks on the road, though you’re still feeling a little tired and weak.

“Jesus, can’t wait to finally hop under a shower.” you murmur, when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the rear mirror. There is not one inch on your body that is not covered by dried blood, except for the left side of your face, of course. You were pernickety about keeping the cut clean. Your new set of clothing is also completely blood-spotted, even your hair is crusty from all the guts you had been wearing for the last few weeks. Same goes for your friends, we must be a sight to behold, you muster. 

There is no doubt in your mind that you all are reeking, luckily you lost your sense of smell about two days after you arrived, a welcomed side effect from being covered in rotten flesh non-stop.

You pull out a piece of paper from the pockets of your new and already ruined jeans. There are 23 lines drawn on it. One line for every day you guys were outside. The Saviors' last pick up must have been two days ago, meaning you will have enough time to hide all the stuff you guys found, once you’re back in Alexandria. 

“I hope the other team found something in the meantime, we are due over a week,” you speak quietly to Daryl. He just lets out a grunt in return. 

Your father must be driving up the walls by now. You definitely would, if one of the teams would be missing that long. 

Hopefully they found the drugs Negan wanted. It’s been weeks, but you’re still beating yourself up for what you’ve said, he was so pissed. It’s not like it wasn’t true what you’ve said, you’ve just been stating the obvious, but still. 

Negan has a short temper, that's for sure. It’s like walking on eggshells around him and you were stupid enough to step on some. Of course you want to remain on his good side, but oddly enough not only for the obvious reasons. It’s strange but you kind of liked the way he looked at you, almost like he cared. 

“Shit, we’re having guests!” Shasha curses over the radio, tearing you away from your thoughts.

Alarmed, you turn in your seat to look behind you. “No way,” you mutter in disbelief. Saviors. Two trucks are following closely behind Sasha.

“Fuck!” You yell, recounting your lines on the paper. “Did we misscount?” You yell, starting to panic. “Did we fucking misscount?!”

“Not by two days!” Daryl hisses, while his eyes switch between the road ahead and the trucks behind. “Fuckers must have been waiting.”

You let your face fall into your hands in despair, all the work for absolutly fucking nothing. That's what you get for provoking Negan, you think to yourself. 

Finally Alexandria's tall walls come into view, but instead of relief, you feel terror. What if team A didn’t find anything, what if Tara and Aaron came back with nothing, either? Maybe the Saviors waited for you, because Alexandria was fucking empty. Shit, hopefully no one got killed, if that was the case.

The gates open and all of you drive inside. Many swarm out of the houses but stop dead in their tracks, when they see the black trucks behind you. Daryl pulls over and cuts the engine, Sasha follows behind shortly.

Anxiously you jump out of the truck, your hands shaking. Quickly you scan the crowd that had formed at the parking lot, searching for your father but before you can find him, an all too familiar and hated voice catches your attention.

“Well, well, well. Look who kept us waiting for weeks, guys?”

You turn your head, wrinkling your nose. Dwight, that son of a bitch. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Ab? Daryl? Anyone for fuck sake?” You whispered harsly into the radio. 

Everything happened so fast. In one moment, you drove with your Mini between Daryl and Sasha and Abraham, with the walker horde following behind. In the other, you found yourself blocked off by trucks with a large number of assholes shooting at you.

With nowhere to go, you jumped out of your car and took off into the woods. Luckily no bullet hit you on your run. Stormtrooper-aim, you thought, when you hid between large bushes.

Whoever was after you run past you, eventually losing their trail, but you waited patiently, just to be sure they were gone. You don’t know how long you’ve been lying on the ground, not moving a muscle. After what felt like a long while, you got up again and searched for the goddamn road. When you ran, you did not pay attention to the direction you were running. The result was you getting lost.

“Guys, are you there?” You tried again, hoping your friends were still within range.

“Y/N, you okay?” You released a sigh of relief at the sound of Daryl's voice.

“Yeah,” You confirmed, looking around. “But lost, they blocked the road and I ran into the woods. No fucking idea where I went. Are you alright?”

“Where are you?” He dodged your question, he was not alright. “What do you see?”

You scrunched your face for a moment and annoyed you replied, “Trees, Daryl. Trees.”

“Are they scorched by any chance?”

Your frown only intensified, “What? No, what are you talk-”

A shrill squeak tore through your throat, when something pierced through your shoulder blade. Before you could react, a large hand covered your mouth and someone tackled you to the ground.

“Where are they?” The man questioned you with his blood-dropping blade pressed against your throat. “Did he send you?”

You had no idea what he was talking about and you absolutely didn’t care. Despite the agonizing pain in your shoulder, you started struggling and managed to hit him in the face. Stunned by your action, he stilled for a moment, allowing you to fight the knife out of his hand. 

“Fuck off!” You spat, this idiot must have mistaken you for someone else but you didn't intend on finding out what his fucking problem was. He hit you, making you see stars for a long while. You had no time to recover, because he grabbed your neck and squeezed your windpipe.

The lack of oxygen made you panic and you clawed on his arms and face but it was in all vain, the guy was determined to kill you and too strong for you to fend off, especially with your useless shoulder. After long and tormenting moments, the world around you went dark and your body finally limp.

You must have laid on the ground for at least a day, until Daryl found you. He was injured himself and after you regained consciousness and got your bearings, he told you about the same guy you've met. He attacked Daryl as well but he let him live as a bargaining chip, if he and the women he was with got caught. 

Weeks after the incident, you, Daryl, Rosita and Denise went on a run. Everything went pretty well until it didn’t. Denise felt the need to prove herself and just barely survived facing a walker.

After Rosita washed her head for being so careless, Denise broke into a big speech. She was sick and tired of being helpless and useless and confessed she aspired to be as brave and strong as Daryl, as capable and confident as Rosita and as ungodly stubborn and selfless as you were. 

You couldn't help but feel sorry, because you had no idea she felt that way. The two of you worked together in the infirmary but never talked about that. Sadly you never would get a chance to do so, because all of the sudden she stuttered and you noticed an arrow sticking out of her eye. She fell forward and you tried to catch her. When you laid her on the ground carefully, you noticed several men approaching.

“Fuck me, I’m seeing a ghost.”

The familiar voice made your head snap up. While one side of his face was havely scared, you still recognized him as the one who almost murdered you in the woods. Slowly you stood up again, your eyes not leaving his.

Eugene was held captive by him, used as a meatshild. The man, Dwight, you later learned, shifted his attention to Daryl. He ordered his men to disarm you, while talking to Daryl. “Well, here we are. Guess you just have to take my word for this but the girl there, I wasn’t actually aiming at her.”

While you tried to stay focused on whatever Dwight was saying, you noticed Ab behind a bunch of barrels. You two exchanged glances, plotting an ambush without words. Eugene noticed as well and kept his eyes trained on you for your signal.

“What's your name, didn’t really catch it last time we’ve met?” Dwight asked you.

You narrowed your eyes at him before hissing, "Next time make sure I'm fucking dead! NOW!" Ab started shooting and before Dwight could have reacted, Eugene bit him in the junk. In the resulting chaos, you and the others grabbed your weapons and started firing as well.

With most of his men dead, Dwight ordered the remaining ones to retreat. He and his men took off, with you and Dayl chasing after them. You launched one of your knives at him, but missed Dwight’s head by only one or two inches. He was lucky that Eugene was injured in the fight, if not for Rossita calling you back, you would have hunted him down until either one of you were dead.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You feel your blood boiling and the speed of your heart beat increasing  by the sight of that asshole. Daryl appears close behind you, rediating the same rage. Dwight smiles brightly at you two, enjoying the power he now has. 

“Jesus, you two look like shit.” He jokes, while eying you up and down. “You made us wait quite some time, let’s hope it was worth it.” 

While you still stand behind your no-killing sentiment, Dwight is the only exception. You will kill him, even if it would kill you, too.

“Don’t,” Daryl whispers in your ear, carefully grabbing your wrist. You have been so focused on Dwight that you didn’t even notice one of your throwing knives resting in your hand.

He orders his men to take a look at your truck and the loaded goods. “Hey, Darly, Y/N? How about you lazy shits help my men unload the truck?”

But neither of you moves. Dwight huffs at your display of disobedience. With large strides he comes closer towards you, stopping right in front of your face. “I’ve just given you a goddamn order.”

You sneer at him, “I don’t take orders from you, only from Negan.”

“I am Negan.” He states defensively.

“You wish.” You whisper with a grin on your face. “You’re no one.”

His face is morphing into a dark grimace and he grabs you by your jacket to push you against your truck. With his knife against your throat, he grunts. “Maybe I should teach you some respect!”

It’s deafeningly quiet in the town and the tension in the air is high. 

His eyes are glaring into yours but despite the rather dire situation, you can’t stop a smile from growing on your face. Confusion flickers over his eyes and then you start to giggle and finally to laugh. 

Everyone, Alexandrians and Saviors alike, watch the scene unfold in shock, while your laughter's roaring over the place. Once you have to take a breath again, you crook an eyebrow at Dwight, “I’ve been walking among the dead for weeks, do you really think you can frighten me?”

The man is just looking at you with wide eyes, his grip on you slightly weaker now. 

“Okay, that's enough.” Simon interrupts the silence. “Dwight, my friend. Leave her alone, will ya?”

He does as he’s been told, finally releasing you. You keep grinning at him until he turns on his heels. While mumbling something you don’t catch, he pushes past the crowd and Simon, who is making his way towards you.

“A well-intentioned advice, Y/N,” Simon addresses you quietly. “Don’t push your luck.”

Daryl reaches for your hand and starts tugging. “C’mon,” He urges you to get moving. “Let’s go home.”

Even though it’s not necessary, you let him guide you from the parking lot and through the still in shock staring crowd. This will definitely have repercussions but you just can’t stop smiling. You’ve just humiliated Dwight in front of his own men and words can not describe the satisfaction.

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

#The Walking Dead #negan smith #negan x oc #twd negan #negan #negan x reader #negan / reader #rick grimes #carl grimes #michonne #daryl #daryl dixon #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #twd #dwight

[ironwhoore]

can u write a fic about reader taking care of Max since shes blind and the reader has to go to work but when she get back from work to find that max fell and her mom was too drunk to even know she fell so the reader kicks her ass takes care of Max and tells her how much she loves her? I DONT KNOW WHY JUST MAX'S MOM PISSES ME OFF😭😭😭

MAX’S MOM PISSES ME OFF TOO, LIKE WTF YOU WEREN’T EVEN WORRIED OR WITH THE REST OF THE PARENTS WHEN THE KIDS GOT QUESTIONED BY THE POLICE?????? AND SHE ALSO WASNT IN THE HOSPITAL WITH MAX LIKE ❓❓❓

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you just got off your shift and were making your way to your girlfriend max’s house to check in on her and take care of her, when you pull up to the trailer park you notice max’s mom’s car in front of their trailer. it relieves you a little bit that max isn’t alone just in case something happens. you park your car and walk into the trailer with the spare key you have, you’re greeted with the television on and max’s mom passed out on the couch, there’s also a light call for help in the background that isn’t from the tv,

“can s-someone help? please?” it’s max. you hurry towards where the voice is coming from and see max on the floor of her bedroom trying to grab onto something to help her up,

“oh god max!” you grab onto her hand and help her up steadying her, “are you okay? how long have you been down here?”

“i don’t know 15 minutes?” she holds onto you tight,

your eyebrows knit together 15 minutes and her mom didn't notice, you walk max over to her bed, "i'll be right back m'kay stay here i'll be 5 minutes."

"wait where are you going?"

"jus' wanna talk to your mom honey," you walk out before max can protest, when you get into the living room you see max's mom awake watching tv,

"oh y/n! when did you get here?"

"so you were just gonna leave her there?" you spit,

"what are you talking about?"

"i know damn well you heard her! she was yelling for help susan!"

susan gets up of the couch and stands face to face with you, "are you saying i just let her lay there?"

"you weren't helping her! she told me she was on the ground for 15 minutes. you're telling me that you didn't hear her yell for help once?"

"i just thought you were getting here anyways. and when i heard her first you were already in the driveway. so why would i get up when you're here to take care of her?"

you laugh in disbelief, "i knew you were shitty but fuck, you're terrible!" you wipe your palm down your face, "I'm taking max home with me, and when she tells me she wants to come back here i might let her come back. but she doesn't need to be here if all you do is neglect her."

"you have some nerve comin' in here y/n and telling me where my daughter is going," she shouts,

"really? i've got some nerve? im sorry i care about your daughter! I'm taking max to my place and she can tell you herself that she wants do go."

you walk into max's room ignoring the protests from max's mom,

"hey baby what do you want me to pack in your bag?" you turn to her,

"a few weeks worth of clothes. i-if that's alright. i don't want to come back here."

" 's alright honey, you can stay as long as you want."

#mad max #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield #ironwhoore #stranger things season four #stranger things #stranger things angst

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Hello! I know your requests are closed but I need you to hear out these dad!Soldier Boy(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

· I think he's honestly the "weekend dad" kinda dad, where he does his one thing the whole week and ok Sunday morning he pops out with "wanna go hiking" or "so... How's your grades?"

· He also would take you and Homie to some fast food in the middle of the night.

· I can imagine teenage Homie and him argue about their different ways of bringing you up while you play (or should I say "cut your hair") with scissors you found on a counter

· Also when the school called about the fire or maybe when you beat up w boy twice your size, SB was the proudest dad ever

· And with age you definitely start loving hanging out with SB more, because who else let's you drift on Tesco's parking lot

· Getting back to Homie, I can imagine that him pushing away your good friends and you'd end up finding a best friend just in Class of 09. Oh he would be so dissapointed and the worst part is that he can't get rid of her.

· I imagine you joining the 7 eventually and as much as Homie and SB would be proud of you, rest of the members would be confused by you being identical to HL. But hey, at least you get to hang out with Black Noir again.

Even if my requests are closed, I'll be more than happy to accept a small lil hc 😁 especially when it regards dad!SB and brother!HL

Agree that once a week (always on the Lord's day aka Sunday lol) Soldier Boy is actually an okay dad 😂 both you and HL can't wait for each Sunday. He'll actually take an interest in what his kids want. Call him soft for doing this, but Soldier Boy thinks this one act will make him a better dad than his own was. At least he gave you and your brother this much. You'll take whatever he's willing to give though. Hungry for his attention and favor.

but for the love of god do not ask him for math help. poor homie made that mistake long ago and was forced to explain to his teacher why all he had left of his math homework were shredded pieces of paper.

Late night McDonald's run? Doesn't matter if you want to go or not. Soldier Boy already has you in one arm and pulling Homelander along with the other hand. Maybe he just gets lonely at night when he doesn't have any ladies over to keep his bed warm. This is his way of finding comfort in the fact that he has two little human beings in his house.

I can imagine the three of you bundled together in his truck, you sandwiched between HL and SB. You're basically still asleep with your head nestled against HL's side, leaving Homelander to suffer listening to Soldier Boy's war stories. But once the food was in the truck, you were wide awake. Moments like that were rare in how calm the silence was between everyone. No lick of tension that usually swirled around.

you cutting your hair with scissors as HL and SB fight actually has the two supes laughing that they briefly forget about the huge issue at hand. they can't be serious when you looked like you had tweaker hair. Your big smile was what really got them.

SB will go up to bat for you if you're ever sent to the principal's office at school for fighting. Hell, everyone at your school was utterly terrified of SB

"So if you had it your way, you'd let that fucking piss baby get away with hurting my daughter? Fuck that."

Then he'll turn to you and call you that endearing nickname he rarely used "Come on sweet darlin'. We're getting ice cream and tomorrow when I drop you off I'm sure these useless dick stains will punish that boy equally."

He really shouldn't be so proud about you beating up another kid. Especially since you had the upper hand with your powers. But damn did it make him smile to see his little girl as a fighter.

you know the tesco drifting is something to be kept between you and Soldier Boy. If HL found out, he'd have an aneurysm and scold his own father about how unsafe it was to do that with you in the car.

you thought it was the most fun thing ever

HL has issues once you get friends of your own. as stated HL really doesn't like your female friends since they encouraged you to wear makeup at a young age and dress like a mini trollop. your friends didn't get the hint that HL didn't like them. In fact many of your female friends had huge crushes on your older brother (you wouldn't even get started on the ones that had crushes on your dad)

i think once you join the seven HL while being proud would also have an immediate desire to isolate you from the other members of the team. what if maeve lets slip something unsavory he did. or even the deep could tell you of the humiliating things that HL has made him do for the pure pleasure of it. also what if you prefer them over him?

you're stubborn though. You're Soldier Boy's kid. it's to be expected.

#reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #the boys fanfic #the boys series #the boys imagine #the boys amazon #the boys tv

[firecaptainphoenix]

More than 2%

WHO: Phoenix Romero-Sawyer & Aslan ‘Dodger' Özdemir

The fever that you gave me Led me sweating to a summer Can I believe once more? If I can be next to you somehow Next winter I'll be fine

Phoenix was feeling conflicted as he walked through the ren faire, messing with the orange tennis ball in his hands. The night at the bar still replayed through his head as he walked. Maybe I already have. It was a joke, it had to be, but it was also Dodger, who always lived somewhere in that gray area of his life. Rubbing his face he sighed thinking over the chat he had with Jay, he was honest with her before anyone else. Always making sure he was clear with his intentions. He wasn't sure when she'd gotten not only so much smarter than him but also mature. 

Spotting a familiar figure sleeping under a tree in the park he felt his gaze soften. Walking up he dropped the tennis ball onto his chest, ”You know there's a whole faire going on around you and you're sleeping through it,“ he said with a grin on his face.

The aim had been to meet Emrys after his triumphant win at the jousting tournament, but after crushing defeat instead, Dodger decided to let the youngster have some time to himself, wallowing or causing havoc or whatever it was he was doing. No doubt he’d turn up with a pocket full of shit he’d taken from peoples booths and, as he always did, Dodger would tell him how proud he was.

How a stroll through the park had turned into a Power Nap, Dodger wasn’t entirely sure, but at least he knew he hadn’t passed out and had been competent enough to find a tree to curl up underneath. The voice, and the sudden jolt on his chest startled him awake, and he looked up, unable to distinguish the face of the man in front of him initially with the afternoon sun shining in his eyes, glittering around the silhouette of the man’s head like a halo. “I’ve seen what I need to see,” he pressed a hand hard onto his eye, rubbing the sleep from it with such intensity a red mark remained even after his hand moved. “You know there’s a whole faire going on around you and you’re over here talking to me?” He echoed back, eyes adjusting to see the face of Phoenix gazing down at him.

Phoenix had stuffed his hand in his pockets, sticking his foot out to keep the tennis ball from rolling away after it slid off Dodger. Sitting down in front of him he picked it back up and tossed it from hand to hand. "I've done a lap around, seen what I need to see," he shot back a smirk on his face. "I haven't seen you today so here I am," he said, eyes flicking to the mark on his face and shaking his head. "Did you actually try and have some fun, or just make a bee line to this tree?"

Much like a dog would after a nap, Dodger remained where he had been asleep and stretched his body out on the spot, legs and toes pointing far out and his arms raised above his head. Something clicked when he did but he couldn’t be sure which part of his body was creaking this time. “Aww and you came to see little old me?” He let his hands flop back to his sides, and he patted the grass next to him, prompting Phoenix to air next to him, “I feel honored.” What time even was it? “I’ve had fun,” he said defensively, “it’s not like I sleep all the time. Anyway, where’s Jay? Is she enjoying herself? Kids always love days like this. Kids and Duck.”

"You should be, though I'm afraid I didn't bring any beer, you'll just have to settle for my company until you're ready to get up," Phoenix said grinning down at him. Shifting to sit closer when Dodger motioned for him too, he'd always been a bit too ready to follow along with him. At the mention of Jay his grin softens to a smile and he nods, "She is actually, off with that boy she likes. Took after her dad that one, likes the quiet ones with that pissed off look." As much as he may have intimated the boy on occasions, he did genuinely like Felipe and appreciated what he was to his daughter. "She did request that you come watch the jousting with us at least once, and the archery booth. Wants to win you a prize."

Dodger let out a low groan and rolled his eyes. "If you didn't bring beer, how am I supposed to pretend that your presence is tolerable?" He said with a stern face and a single raised eyebrow, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, twitching ever so slightly into a smile. Not that Phoenix would be able to see it properly as he shuffled in closer to Dodger, allowing the sleepy man to rest his head on the Romero's lap. "Off with a boy? At her age? Thought all they cared about at that age were superheroes and puppies?" A joke obviously, Dodger had known Jay long enough to get a sense of her personality and how she seemed mature for her age, something he couldn't relate to at all. "I can come along for the jousting. I got a friend that's entered so I need to show him some support anyway."

When Dodger slips into his lap, Phoenix feels his cheeks flush, setting both hands behind himself to lean on. "You're breaking my heart, and here I thought we had something special. But you just want me for my beers," Phoenix said, letting his smile fade as he did his best to look distraught. His lips still twitched, a smile returning and laughing when Dodger described Jay. "She's 15, I'm pretty sure this is when boys enter the equation. Thankfully he's not getting into fights like I was for you at their age." Looking down at him curiously he asked, "Oh yeah, who's your friend? Already replacing me for not bringing you a beer?"

"If I really wanted to break your heart, I'm sure I could, but that's a lot of effort on my part." He glanced up at Phoenix for a moment, catching the underside of that strong jaw, and Dodger reached up, grabbing one of his friends hands and bringing it down to rest in his hair. "Am I an anomaly then? I don't remember liking boys or getting into fights at 15." He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back to his younger years as Phoenix played with his hair, how funny that despite everything the two of them were still here. "Nah he does me favors now and again. Squeezes into spaces I can't. I think he looks up to me for...whatever reason. But your position is safe; I don't think he's even old enough to buy beer yet."

"You'd be surprised how little effort you'd need to do that," Phoenix admitted as he started running his fingers through Dodger's hair. Thinking it over before shrugging, "Well I don't remember liking boys at 15 either, was barely in my 20s when Bradley happened," chuckling he gives him an amused smile, "Also what fights would you even have been in, I took care of that for you." It feels odd to reflect on that time, he'd been so angry and quiet, Dodger being the one who could get him to relax and smile. He snorts at the description he's given, "Is this how you tell me you accidentally adopted a child? Because now you're just risking Jay getting jealous as losing her favorite uncle."

Dodger paused, and tilted his head up once more to catch Phoenix's gaze. "Lucky for you, little effort is kinda how I roll." Not that he needed to tell Phoenix that; the Romero had seen it all first hand, watching him grow from a boy to a man with his ambitions and drive waining more and more with each passing year. But Dodger wasn't unhappy, no matter what people would think. He had everything he needed. "You never had to take care of the fights," Dodger shuffled a little, twisting on the spot to face Phoenix fully, "I'd have won that shit before you jumped in." He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I did not adopt a child, I've seen how much work it takes to raise one. But Jay isn't getting rid of me that easy, she's still my favorite. You both are."

Phoenix moved his hand through his hair, occasionally rubbing the other's forehead with his thumb. "Not always, always felt like you put in the effort  for me," he quipped, an easy grin on his face. He couldn't think of a time Dodger missed a meeting between them, been late sure, but never slept through that. Chuckling he shrugged, "Well maybe I just like protecting you, be a shame for something to happen to that pretty face." Moving his hand he flicked his finger on Dodger's forehead before going back to playing with his hair. He could feel his gaze softened, maybe it was the way he spoke of Jay so fondly that made him even more charmed by his friend. "We better be, hate to have to sign up for the joust just to re-earn your favor. Doesn't look good for the fire captain to have a grudge against some kid."

"I did," Dodger was quick to answer. Effort was something to be earned, as far as he was concerned, and maximum effort all the time exhausted people, wore then out and grounded them down until there was nothing left worth knowing. That's why he would happily float through life, putting in the effort for those who really deserved it, and Phoenix, in one form or another, had always been one of those people. "Aww, you think I'm pretty," he fluttered his eyelashes dramatically, looking up at Phoenix with a pout on his face, feigning cuteness, the flick against his head breaking his character and warranting a chuckle. "Thank you." He shuffled back into position, one hand coming up to idly draw vague shapes against Phoenix' thigh. "I'd say if you develop a grudge against a kid, you're a bit weird and probably have some underlying issues. But...you are a Romero, so that is kinda expected," he followed with another laugh, "no, but I promise, no one is gonna replace you and Jay's spot in my life, okay."

"Hmm, well aren't I special," Phoenix mumbled softly, it was meant to be a joke but it came out more genuine than he'd meant it to. It was odd to compare the Dodger everyone else seemed to see with the other he saw. Had seen when Dodger was willing to put in the effort, hell he'd done it not just with him but with Jay. It was more than he'd ever expected but it had solidified how he felt about the other man, and trusted him with what was most important to him. "Careful your ego gets any bigger and your head won't fit in my lap anymore. Wouldn't that just be a shame," he said, eyes flickering down to his thigh. He felt a warm flush spread on his face as he turned his gaze back to Dodger instead of the swirls on his thigh. "I'm the Romero you stuck around with," he grumbled, "Though I am a Sawyer now too so maybe that evened out my issues." Thinking of Bradley and looking at Dodger it struck him how similar the two made him feel, and how patient they always seemed to be with him. "Hey, can I try something? Just something I want to try and if it's weird we never talk about it again. We just stay the same, just you and me against the world."

Dodger could have lay here in complete silence and still felt comfortable, not just physically but mentally too. There was a stability that Phoenix provided to Dodger's life, one that he always had. "It would be a shame; you're damn comfortable." It wasn't a lie, to the point if Dodger closed his eyes any more he could drift back off into another nap, but that meant it would cut their time together short. He never liked cutting their interactions short. "Yeah, you are the Romero I stuck around with, and I'll continue to stick with, okay?" Maybe if he'd been closer in age to another Romero they would have ended up as a closer friend than Phoenix, but honestly Dodger was happy with the cards he'd been dealt. As Phoenix spoke, Dodger shuffled once more so that he was laying on his back, facing up at Phoenix as the back of his head remained on his lap. "Try something? Sure, as long as you're not gonna drop that ball on my face or something."

"You're as bad as my kid, just using me for a pillow," Phoenix grumbled Though he didn't actually sound particularly bothered by this. He tugged lightly on his hair before settling his hand back on his head, thumb brushing against his forehead. He'd been the one to come after Hawk and Duck, two of the loudest in his family, it had people expecting him to act a certain way. He lived up to the rep some days, fighting and cursing as much as they had, but he'd found his few friends and kept to himself. Content to just be with Dodger most of the time, he didn't need much, just having at least one person who saw him as just Phoenix was enough. "I'll hold you to that." Chuckling at his words he shook his head, "No that wasn't the plan," he mumbled. He moved his hand from his hair to grip his shirt. Tugging Dodger into a sitting position he stared at him wondering if this was a good idea. Shifting so they were now facing each other. Shrugging he pulled Dodger towards him and kissed him, surprised by how comfortable he felt doing it. Pulling back he let go of his shirt and scratched at his beard, "Was that...uh...was that ok with you? Cause I...I wouldn't mind doing that again."

“Y’know I think I might be worse. You are super comfortable, and I’m not gonna be as polite about it.” And he shuffled in closer, honestly considering wrapping his arms around Phoenix’s leg to prove the point of just how pillow-like he was. But this was Dodger after all, and he could find any surface comfortable. Perhaps it was the warmth of Phoenix’s body and their closeness as friends that made him all the more comfortable. Dodger didn’t protest as Phoenix grabbed onto his shirt, following every move the Romero made until their lips pressed together. Did it take him by surprise? Yes and no, the reasoning for the yes being that he had just been woken from a nap. He was groggy and confused enough as it was without his best friend leading him into a kiss. It stopped, and Dodger moved back for a moment, eyes looking over the face of Phoenix and the genuine happiness that he seemed to exude from that one simple action. “That was…yes…okay with me.” He paused, letting their eyes linger together a little longer before his body acted on its own and Dodger began to slowly toss a leg over to straddle the man, sitting on his lap. “We can do it again,” and Dodger instigated, putting both hands on either side of Phoenix’s face, pulling him back in for another kiss, but this time he had no intention of letting it end so soon.

There's a part of Phoenix that almost can't meet Dodger's eyes. Is worried about what he'll see when he pulls back. But he keeps his gaze locked on him, it's Dodger, one of the few people  he's ever trusted with every part of himself. He trusts him, trusting in the fact that their friendship has survived over the years for a reason. Sighing in relief when Dodger agrees, he laughs surprised by how relieved he does feel. Grunting in surprise when the other man moves into his lap. His hands instinctively move to Dodger's waist, how natural everything is feeling making his heart speed up. "Yea...ok," he mumbles, leaning into his hands and kissing him back. He's been with people since Bradley, well he's been with women. Not a single one had made his heart race with something as simple as a kiss. "I did tell Jay about this," he mumbles in between kissing him.

This has not been on the list of things that Dodger had expected to happen today, nor was it something that he’d consider would happen ever. Yet, here he was, straddling the lap of one of his closest friends since he’d been a kid, embracing him with kiss after long kiss as if they’d been lovers for years. Maybe they had and Dodger hadn’t known it, taken their closeness at face value as just “best friends”, but this…made it all make sense. “Told Jay?” He questioned equally in the small gap between kisses, “that you were planning to kiss me?” He shuffled on Phoenix’s lap a little more until their bodies couldn’t get much closer, Dodger’s chest flush with Phoenix’s as he pushed in for another kiss, letting his hands drift down from the others face to glide down his sides.

Phoenix isn't sure what he'd expected to happen between them. There was the thought that they'd pull back and laugh, agreeing to be friends only. The dark cloud that was his fears had said he'd lose Dodger, maybe not as a friend but he'd lose the closeness they shared. Kissing him though, he can't imagine he'd ever even considered either option as reality. Chuckling he pulled back enough to bring a hand up, pressing it against Dodger's neck. His thumb brushed against his jaw. "That and...I don't really know what my plan was anymore," he admitted. He can feel that familiar anxiety, the need to go quiet, takes a breath and looks at him. "Told her there was a chance that maybe we could...maybe have this be more than just two guys who make out like teenagers?" Grunting when Dodger presses closer to him, can feel the other's breath on his face after another kiss. "We could try the dating thing? Let me tell people you're my...you're my guy?"

These gentle touches, the simple brushing of the pad of Phoenix’s thumb across Dodger’s bearded jaw, said more than any of their actual words had. The fact that Dodger hadn’t been bucked from Phoenix’s lap completely for potentially taking this moment too far said enough. The way they looked into each other's eyes as if finally seeing each other, some heavy curtain or thick fog finally lifting to reveal something hidden that had been there all along. It was…nice. More than nice. It was welcomed, and feeling Phoenix’s hands on his waist and on his neck, and the magnetic pull that their lips had developed…Dodger would be craving this every day. “I’m not Bradley…” the words came out before he’d had a chance to think them over, too serious to be a normal comment Dodger would make but only cementing how serious this was to become. “I’m not…Bradley,” his tone softened, “I’m never going to be Bradley and I’m not going to try to be Bradley.” He let his forehead fall forwards, resting gently against Phoenix’s, eyes closing as the tips of their noses brushed and the warmth of their breath merging in the space between. “I’m not here to be a replacement. I’ll be your guy. But you take me as Dodger. You take me as Aslan.”

I'm not Bradley. Phoenix blinked in surprise before his gaze softened in understanding. "No you're not," he agrees, thumb moving back and forth on his jaw. The necklace with two rings beneath his shirt feels warm, not heavy, never heavy. Bradley isn't a burden he carries, he's a reminder to always try and live freely. "The man I was with him, isn't the man I am today. You saw me at my lowest when I got back and you stayed, you stayed." There weren't enough words to describe what the last year's had been like, how much he'd needed Dodger as anchor through everything. How he loved Jay, how he'd always put in the effort for both of them. "Bradley was my first love, he has his place in me. There's a part of me that will always love him, that's moved that love to Jay," he explains. There's more he wants to say, hesitates and focuses on having Dodger's forehead against his own. The feelings he'd tried for so long to understand and come to terms with.  Taking a deep breath, he kisses him again before pulling back to look at him. "I loved Bradley, but right now. Today, I'm in love with you," takes another breath, "You're not a replacement, Aslan. You're my guy. As you, you're what I've needed to finally feel the sun again instead of this icy winter I've been stuck in."

It was unlike Dodger for his breath to catch so solidly in his throat, but the more he really listened to Phoenix's words, the more he couldn't help but hold his breath to not miss a single one. It was all true, Dodger had seen him at his lowest, and he'd done nothing more than simply be there for him. He didn't try to overly sympathize, or coddle him, or follow suit to become one of those people that were overly attentive. He'd been there when Phoenix called, for a beer or a chat or a night to just sit in silence and think. Dodger had always made that amount of effort, the same amount now, being what Phoenix needed. "Then we have an understanding," he nodded after speaking of Jay, someone he'd grown to love as a family member of his own. He didn't have any of those left here. And again Dodger fell into the kiss, this one brought forth by Phoenix, and he smiled into it, a happy smile. A content smile. "Funny you say that," he can't help but smirk, keeping his lips close and ready for the next time they lock together, "I think I'm in love with you too. So I'm your guy...and you're my guy. And we can feel the sun...together."

Phoenix feels a laugh slip out, the only way for the amount of emotion he's stuck with to come out. His heart's racing and his cheeks feel flushed, but he also feels genuinely giddy of all things. He can't think of a time he'd been this excited over something, can't think of a time where he hasn't been afraid to be open about how he's feeling. All things considered it wasn't how he was raised, let alone how he'd allowed himself to be, he wasn't the quiet Romero for nothing. Leaning forward he doesn't hesitate to try and kiss that smirk off Dodger's face when he hears him agree and call him my guy.  Bringing his hand off his neck and wrapping both arms around his waist, "I'm your guy," he says a grin on his face as he looks at him. He's going to have to explain this to his family later, Jay first for obvious reasons. "Still up for that beer? Or are you gonna take a nap on me?" he asks, leaning his forehead against his again.

For the first time Dodger turned his head away as Phoenix's face pushed itself in closer, the clear attempt to wipe the smirk from his face about to fail, just another layer that added to the playfulness they both enjoyed. The extra layer that they were a couple. As simple as that? Everyone always made it sound so complicated. "My guy. Are we going to ever get used to saying that?" He doubted it. Dodger had never been in a serious relationship; there wasn't much allure to someone that slept most hours of the day and refused to partake in a normal routine, but that was something Phoenix was used to, something that Phoenix knew going into all this. Nobody knew Dodger like Phoenix did, and outside of the Romero's, he doubted anyone knew Phoenix as well as Dodger did. "Listen, it's been an eventful ten minutes, I'm gonna need at least an hour to nap so I can recover. But of course-" he planted a quick peck on Phoenix's lips, "-you're more-" and another, "-than welcome-" an another, "-to join me."

Phoenix chuckled, shaking his head as he looked at Dodger, "Maybe, if you'd rather call me something else let me know. I won't get offended over it," he said. He wasn't expecting conventional when it came to Dodger, wasn't expecting an epic  burning romance, just wanted someone he could come home to and be with. There was a calmness and stability that Dodger brought to his life that no one else really did. At his nap request he chuckled again feeling his shoulders shake, before he froze at the first peck, feeling dazed when Dodger finished. Almost hadn't caught his question before he shook out of it, "You know what, I could go for a nap," he mumbled, taking his hands off his waist so he could get up.

Dodger tapped his chin playfully, humming as if deep in thought before pressing that same finger up against Phoenix’s lips as a smile stretched across his own. “I got plenty of things I want to call you now, but to everyone else…my guy it is.” Part of Dodger was panicking, thinking that this was all happening so quickly, that he’d suddenly agreed to something without thinking it over at all, but the reality was they’d been thinking about this for years, both of them, probably. Always 100% content in each other's company, the easy conversation, the constant flirting hidden behind the banter only a best friend could get away with. There was no thinking involved because the decision had been made before today. “A nap it is then,” with the other’s hands now removed from his waist, Dodger finally slid off Phoenix’s lap but remained seated right by his side, head coming down to rest on his shoulder. “How about this: you go find Jay, tell her the good news, and I’ll meet you either at or after the contest winner announcement? And then you and I can take our first nap…together?”

My guy. God it felt good to hear that again, it wasn't the same and Phoenix hadn't wanted it to be. It was Dodger's voice that said it, meant it, and made him feel warm over it. He let out a breath when Dodger moved over, feeling his face heat up when put his head on his shoulder. Leaning over he pressed his lips to the top of his head and chuckled, "Yea I will, she's gonna be ecstatic. Might even wake you up from shrieking," he teased. Leaning his own head against Dodger' he let out a relaxed breath, closing his own eyes to just enjoy the peace he now felt. "Together," he agreed with a smile on his face.

#playing hooky: dodger #event: ren faire #//happened there #//so much gay