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gay-dorito-dust · 10 months

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I don’t know if you have this but please can i request headcandons of the spiderverse Boys with their lover reader wearing their (spider boys) clothing like a hoodie or a t shirt?

Miles thought he had stopped breathing when he saw you wear the jacket he has been searching high and low for the past fifteen minutes.

He had been wanting to see you in his clothes but the poor boy didn’t know how to say it without tripping and stumbling awkwardly over his words like a new born baby deer.

‘Hey, have you seen my jacket-‘ his words faltered and then later died on his lips when he raised his eyes as he entered his room, only to see you wearing the very jacket he had been searching high and low for. ‘You’re wearing it.’ His voice cracked and out of embarrassment Miles cleared his throat and tried again. ‘You’re- You’re wearing it.’

You smiled at him, finding his attempts in keeping his cool amusing, especially when it was doing something small like wearing his clothes but you couldn’t help yourself! The jacket was still somewhat warm from previous use and smelt like him, which brought you comfort for the days where he couldn’t always be with you as it felt as though you had a part of him always with you. Though it doesn’t compare to actually having Miles with you, it still brought you a sense of relief and security that you always get when with the young lad.

‘Did you want it back?’ You asked, about to take it off when Miles exclaimed ‘no!’ Making you both jump with how loud it came out but made you both laugh none the less. ‘I mean, no, keep it on as long as you want. You look great in it.’ Miles admits, running the back of his neck, highly aware of the heat radiating within of every part of his body, from the tips of his ears to his chest and even to his feet, as though it was going to burn him from the inside out.

‘Just great?’ You teased, brows raised.

‘Did I say great? I meant you look beautiful, handsome, pretty, beautiful, cosy, comfy.’ Miles rambled and you knew you had to intervene before he hurts himself, which lead you to walk towards him and hold his face in your hands, internally melting when his beautiful doe brown eyes looked into yours as though they’re the only thing grounding him right now. ‘Relax, I’m only teasing babe.’ You reassured him, thumbs stroking his cheeks as means of calming him down. ‘Now are you comfortable with me wearing your stuff because I can stop if you want.’

Just when you were about to pulls your hands away from his face so you could remove and hand back his jacket, Miles placed his hands over yours, keeping them glued to his face as he looked at you adoringly. ‘It doesn’t bother me at all.’ He tells you. ‘In fact it makes me really happy just seeing you in my stuff,’ he chuckles to himself. ‘I swear it feels as though I’m still dreaming sometimes.’ He finishes.

Miles loves it when you wear his clothes as it means that even when you were apart, you’re thinking about him, always and wishing for his safe return. He feels loved, extremely loved.

Pavitr’s day is immediately made a thousand times better when he notices that you’ve been wearing his clothes. He fucking adores it so much to the point that he’s already making plans on just letting you use his wardrobe at your disposal.

It doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad day because seeing you in his clothes even on days where he’s mentally, emotionally and physically okay, he’s automatically made even more chipper and happy to the point he will not shut up about his rant on how cute and adorable you look in his shirt.

He’s talking about a mile a minute that you were starting to get concerned when you saw he wasn’t stopping for breath. When he does remember to breath, you were able to realise the breath that you didn’t know that you had been withholding yourself.

Probably has a multitude of pictures of you wearing his clothes and might’ve made one his lock/Home Screen or maybe both, so that when he was doing his spider-man stuff, he’d be reminded that you were waiting for you Pav to come back safe and sound.

He will shamelessly scream it from the rooftops that you were wearing his clothes and say loud enough for all those within the radius to hear. He’s not ashamed in the slightest and will brag about it until he can’t no more. His friends, Hobie, Miles, Gwen and Margo were often subjected to these bragging sessions more so then anyone else.

To the point where Hobie and Miles dog pile him in getting him to shut up about you wearing his clothes for a second. Yes they get it, it’s really cut that your wearing his clothes and how when you return them to him they smell like you’ve never left.

They get it, Pavitr is an absolute sucker for you in his shirts and whilst they found it cute themselves, pav didn’t need to get all dramatic with his long winded speech about how his clothes on you looked as though they were tailored to fit you like the did him, nor how he believes that was a sign for him that you two were meant to be together forever.

Overall Pavitr gets overwhelmingly affectionate when you wear his stuff to the point where your being smothered alive by his constrictive hugs and flurries of kisses raining down on your face. He loves, loves, loves seeing you in his clothes. It makes him happier then he’s ever been.

Hobie is the definition of ‘what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours.’

So let’s say you find his vest with the pins spanning across the lapels and the spikes that traversed across the shoulders, draped over the door and decided to wear it for a while until Hobie notices it’s absence.

Jokes on you though because Hobie never left anything of his without it being purely intentional and Hobie left his vest over at yours with the intention that you’d pick it up and wear it out of your own fruition, rather then having him telling you to wear it.

Outwardly his reaction upon seeing you wearing his vest is relatively neutral but that’s only to those on the outside but you could see the smile etching it’s way across his face along with the mischievous, all knowing glint within his eyes that told you all that you had willingly fallen right into his trap, just as he expected.

You’ve been had but you couldn’t be mad because it meant that Hobie had this in mind for a while and played the waiting game to execute his little plan. He wanted to see you in his clothes that he was willing to leave his beloved vest in your hands.

Hobie isn’t territorial but just seeing you in his clothes makes him feel all sorts of things but he just chalks it down to being a spider attribute he got from the bite and nothing else.

All this cheeky fuck would say to seeing you in his vest is; ‘guess I was right, it suits you.’ Which might as well have been his way of telling you that you were more then welcome to steal his clothes but just don’t be surprised when you start seeing some of your own stuff disappearing now and then.

Can’t find your crop top?

Hobie’s wearing it the next time you see him.

Needless to say Hobie loves it when you wear his stuff, so he’s going to do the exact same but with your clothes because he loves the expressions he gets when you ultimately realises who had been stealing your clothes for the past few days.

Miguel may act cool, calm and collected with a smidge of feral his heart isn’t immune from melting at the sight of you wearing his clothing.

It doesn’t even matter how long you’ve been doing it as it always made this secret softy feel as though it was the first time all over again.

Miguel is so occupied with his work to unhealthy extent that he doesn’t realise your wearing one of his shirts, and even when he does; it takes him a minute due to the lack of sleep affecting his ability to comprehend his reality before he’s doing a double take upon realising that yes, that was his shirt your wearing.

It’s cute watching his eyes nearly pop out of his head upon realisation.

‘Is that my shirt?’ He’d ask, although already knowing the answer. He’s not against it, he’s just surprised that you’d even want to wear anything of his. He doesn’t think he’s deserving of such a gesture but it touches his heart nonetheless.

‘I missed you.’ You replied, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. ‘You’re so busy with work that I don’t often get alone time with you anymore. So whenever your away and I’m missing you, I go through your closet and pick a shirt out, and wear it for the rest of the day because it makes me feel as though your here with me.’ You finished with a shrug.

Miguel couldn’t help but feel his heart hurt upon your admittance of missing him. He knows how often he prioritises his work that he was completely blindsided by how it affect you, so much so to the extent that you sought out comfort from his clothes because he was nowhere to be found.

‘You look at home in my clothes.’ He tells you as he decided then and there to cut out some time of his day just for you and be there for you like a lover should be. ‘And I’m sorry that I haven’t been here as much as I should but I promise that’ll change.’ Miguel practically pleads to you as he holds you against his muscular chest, his hands rubbing your back, secretly loving how his shirt looked on you more so then anything.

Seeing you wear his clothes became Miguel’s favourite sight to see first thing in the morning and last thing at night. He takes pride out of it but the reasoning behind it will always make him upset at himself at his failings of being a partner.

It’s something he’s improved on ever since and you couldn’t help but get giddy when you felt him walk up behind you in the mornings, burying his head into your neck, greeting it with kisses, as his arms enclose on your waist, speaking to you in his low raspy morning voice about how beautiful/ handsome/cute/pretty/stunning you looked to the point where you wanted nothing then to bury yourself into his chest so he couldn’t see the dopey, lovesick smile beaming across your face.

Miguel isn’t immune to seeing you wearing his clothes and he never will be because it’s a declaration of love in its own unique way.

Peter B would find you wearing his clothes unbearably adorable.

He just wanted to squeeze you tightly but knew that probably wasn’t the smartest idea considering with his strength but that never stopped him from taking photos of you doing mundane things in his shirt or sweatpants that you had to tie up by the drawstrings.

Peter has taken too many pictures that he might as well have dedicated an entire album to you wearing his sweats, shirts or even his pink bathrobe and doing mundane things such as making breakfast, watching your favourite shows on tv, playing with Mayday and the like.

So don’t be surprised when he starts showing anyone that would listen over at the spider society pictures of his lover looking absolutely gorgeous/handsome/pretty/beautiful/adorable in his clothes 24/7. Miguel especially but Jess, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, Hobie and Margo were also some that got pestered by Peter.

Peter B is also very vocal and would smother you praise of how good you look in his clothes because what he says is 100% genuine.

For example;

‘Look at you! You look amazing!’

‘You’re so cute in my clothes, please don’t stop wearing them.’

‘How could my lover look even better when they’re wearing my clothes. It shouldn’t be possible but here you are, proving me wrong.’

This corny bastard would teasingly call you a mini version of him since you want to wear his stuff so badly.

You’ve defiantly caught him admiring you from afar when you wear his clothes. His eyes are soft and half lidded as he rests his face against his hand, he wasn’t aware that he was leaning so much to the point that before long he was on the floor. It’s so cartoonish and goofy but it’s just so Peter that you can’t help but let out a little chuckle before going over to help your lover off of the floor.

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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reader upset bc things just aren’t going her way today, she woke up on the wrong side of the bed after not getting much sleep, and her hair didn’t turn out the way she wanted it too, she couldn’t find her favorite skirt and she broke her nail. rafe takes her with him to run errands and handle business, and she’s quiet and upset the whole time and she just needs her rafe but he’s so busy right now. eventually something small happens like she trips over her feet or spills something over herself and had a meltdown, bc we all get overstimulated and have meltdowns sometimes :/

i can’t explain to you how much i relate to this :(( have too many days like this one !!

you’d be quiet for the most part, more quiet than usual but rafe isnt gonna necessarily question it, just chalking it up to being in a bad mood. by the time you’ve made it to the car, everything’s overstimulating you. you don’t like the songs that keep coming on the aux, the car is rumbling too loud, rafes being quiet too so it’s just setting you on edge thinking somethings up, it’s just too much. but worst of all, you were hungry.

rafe had some errands to run, but he’d promised you fries, mentioned casually earlier which he’d probably forgotten about. you were holding onto that fact, knowing being fed would greatly cure a large part of your foul mood.

you’d passed the midway point, rafe completing another task on behalf of his father before you finally speak up— voice croaky from lack of sleep and lack of use. “can we get food now?”

he glances at you, reversing out of his spot, looking over his shoulder with his mouth parted in concentration. “huh? oh — uh, yeah, yeah soon. i left somethin’ in the boat so i gotta go pick it up.” he speaks casually.

for some reason, it’s your tipping point.

“no… you said we’d—” you’d go to argue, but suddenly burst into tears, crying into your hands. once you start, you quickly realise you can’t stop, the overstimulation and every issue you’d faced that day catching up with you. rafe frowns in confusion at you, eyes darting between the road and your hunched over form.

“hey, what are you — why are you crying?” he asks, and you can’t answer— far too upset. he sighs, thinking for a moment you’re being a tad dramatic, so used to being spoiled by him that you’re crying over something so minor. he doesn’t like seeing you so upset though, so he sighs and starts to turn his wheel, the car hitting a U-turn. “alright, hey, alright. i’ll get your damn fries. shit.”

it’s only when you don’t calm down he actually starts to get a little concerned. you cry the entire journey, not lifting your head from your hands— and all he can do is spare you worried glances before ordering your food. he parks in the lot, a wad of napkins from the food bag in his clutch and turns to you.

“look at me, kid. please?” he instructs, and you reluctantly do. blinking through gloopy mascara and sniffling your snotty nose shamefully. he dabs at your face, holding the napkin to your nose and quietly telling you to blow. he then sets it aside, and places the fries in your lap, running his hand over his chin and jaw thoughtfully for a moment.

“m’sorry.” you break the silence, staring down at your fries. he sighs, shaking his head.

“what happened, hm? was it me? did i fuck up?”

“no rafe, just got overwhelmed. im having a bad day.”

he stares at you for a moment, turning his body to face you more. “what do you… what do you want me to do?” he asks, his own finger gently prodding at his chest. he was trying to understand you, trying to be a good boyfriend. you think for a moment, glumly staring at your hands.

“i wanna go home and just be with you.” you sulk. he nods slowly, staring off out the window.

“y’know i got shit to do though, baby. can’t just… drop everything, you know? got people countin’ on me. m’handling shit today. ” he squints, hating that he has to be tough— but makes his voice gentle enough to soften the blow.

“i know.” it comes out as a broken whisper, and he can tell you didn’t like his answer. he stares at you, helpless, before speaking once more.

“eat your fries, and then you’re gonna go lay down in the back and have a nap, okay? think you need one. we’ll figure it out from there, a’ight?” he places a hand on your shoulder, tilting his head down and staring into your eyes, hoping what he’s saying is good enough. you think for a moment before nodding and he smiles, patting your cheek.

“alright, that’s my girl. proud of you, okay baby?”

#anon #rafe cameron prompt

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beenbaanbuun · 2 months

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seventeen maknae line’s reaction to their youngest member not taking care of themselves

genre - fluff

warnings - talk about unhealthy eating habits, diet culture, sleep problems

lee seokmin

would anyone be surprised if i say that dk would be on you like a fucking rash if he notices a single thing out of the ordinary with you

like even if it’s just you being forgetful, this absolute angel of a man will 100% take the time and effort to seek you and and check on you

so when you sleep through your alarm and forget breakfast one morning, it’s no surprise when you wake up to seokmin’s face

“are you feeling alright?” he asks, voice gentle as he studies your sleepy face, “you missed breakfast…”

and of course you nod, because you’re feeling fine, but it doesn’t stop him from being concerned

“late night,” you reply as you sit up on your bed and rub your face, “must’ve just slept through my alarm, minnie.”

you say it to calm him down and stop him from worrying, but you only make it worse

“late night?” he sits down on your bed and grabs your hand, “couldn’t you sleep? is something on your mind? do i need to talk to someone for you?”

and you can’t help but laugh because trust seokmin to blow it out of proportion

you just lean into him and hug him as you tell him how grateful you are to have someone who cares so much

“i’m fine though, minnie,” you squeeze him, “i just needed to beat wonwoo’s high score in mario kart…”

kim mingyu

he’s someone i can see accidentally taking care of you

like he hasn’t even noticed the fact that you’ve started to be a little too strict with your diet and yet somehow he’s managing to make sure you’re eating enough

like i can see him cooking a meal and without even realising you haven’t eaten yet, he calls you over to try it

and the big baby blows on it and feeds it to you like to overly attentive friend/self-claimed big brother that he is

“open wide, kiddo,” he grins as you follow his instructions, “here comes the aeroplane!”

he only narrowly dodges the kick you aim at his shins…

and you have to admit that the food is good, and even if you don’t necessarily want to eat, you’re in a difficult situation

you can’t say it’s bad and deny it because then you’ll upset him, but you also can’t say it’s good and deny it because then he’ll make you take it anyway

best thing for you to do is just accept the food and move on

you promise you’ll try harder with your diet tomorrow

but as you walk away with the bowl of food, you know you won’t be able to - not with mingyu around

xu minghao

i mentioned minghao briefly in the hyung line one and i stand by what i said

this man monitors your diet like a hawk!!

not in a weird ‘you shouldn’t eat too much’ sort of way, but he likes to make sure you’re treating your body kindly

like he watches that you’re not eating too much of a bad thing, but he also likes to check that you’re not eating too little

literally follows you around with a piece of fruit in his bag for when you inevitably complain about being hungry

“oranges are a great source of vitamin c,” he says when he sees you pout at the fruit, “and i know you don’t get enough of that. now eat up!”

and if he sees you even eyeing up an energy drink, you best prepare yourself for the lecture of your life

“do you know how much caffeine is in one of these?” he hold the half drunk can in your face, “too much! if you’re tired, sleep more. god knows you need it…”

little do you know, he monitors your sleep too…

drags you out to do meditation with him if he sees that you’re up too late, knowing that by the time he’s finished you’ll be completely knocked out

he’ll complain about having to drag your tired body to bed yet again, but you can’t see the smile he wears as he tucks you in and wishes you a good night

boo seungkwan

i can see seungkwan as being very overly-attentive to your mental health more than anything else

like sure, he wants to make sure you’re taking care of your physical health too, but he knows that if you’re not there’s probably a deeper reason

so when he sees you arrive at practice one morning with deep eye bags and a frown, he is all over you in minutes

“bad sleep?” he asks as he ruffles your hair. you shrug, but he doesn’t mind. you don’t have to agree for him to know that he’s right, “want to talk about it?”

you sigh, knowing there’s no way of escaping his line of questioning

“i thought it was about time i went on a diet,” you say simply as you drop your bag in the corner, “i was up late researching what diet would be best.”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes, clearly dismayed with your words

“and why do you think you need to diet?” he says with a stern look on his face and you realise you’re not going to get out of this easily

all you can do is explain your thought process, and while he listens to every word you say, it’s obvious he’s more than upset

“if you want to do this, i cant stop you,” he says when you’re finished, “but i want you to do it for the right reasons, and i want you to do it healthily.”

chwe hansol

i think vernon would take care of you a lot, but you might not always notice since he does it silently

like this man will not express his worries about you not looking after yourself, he’ll just try his hardest to solve it

you’re not eating enough? he makes sure to put more meat on your plate during meal times

you’re not sleeping enough? he puts some melatonin gummies on your nightstand

you’re not drinking enough? you’re the first person he seeks out during breaks to offer a bottle of water to

it might take you a while to notice just how much he’s taking care of you at first, but when you do you always go out of your way to thank him

but you take a leaf out of his own book, and do it a little differently

“someone gave me some melatonin,” you say to seungcheol, but just loud enough that vernon can hear, “it helped so much! like, whoever it was is a hero.”

your eyes keep flickering over to vernon the whole time you’re talking, just so he knows that you know it’s him

and sure, he doesn’t do it for the praise, but he can’t deny it’s nice when you’re hyping him up anonymously to the other members

lee chan

this man will be your partner in crime and i guarantee he can and will absolutely use that against you if he needs to

like he insists on you two doing everything together and if you say you’re not doing anything? well neither is he!

and of course, when chan says he’s not going to eat dinner because you’re not, you feel so incredibly guilty that you decide that you decide maybe you shouldn’t skip the meal

“if you’re not hungry, then i’m not hungry!” he folds his arms and stares you down

“chan, that’s not how it works,” you scoff as you scan over some lyric sheets you’d been tasked to memorise, “if you’re hungry, go eat.”

he shakes his head and stays glued to his chair with a smirk

“we do everything together,” he says, “and if you’re being irresponsible and skipping meals, then we’ll do that together too!”

and whilst his logic makes no sense, you know he means it

so of course you push your work to the side and follow him out of the room to get dinner together

and when you’re up too late working too hard, chan is right by your side throughout the whole thing, refusing to sleep until you do

and it’s frustrating because you want to take care of chan just as much as he wants to take care of you

so you eat all your meals, and sleep a healthy amount, and drink as much water as you can and it’s annoying, but if it’s keeping chan healthy then you’re happy

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen oneshots #seventeen x reader #seventeen reactions #seventeen 14th member #seventeen addition #seventeen added member

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miloformula123fan · 4 months

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Hi! i wanted to request lando x fem!reader where dhe studies in the US and is dating lando and talks about him all the time but all of her friends thinks she is joking because she has no proof (she cant post anything yet because lando hasnt said anything abt a gf to the public). and y/n crys to lando because no matter how much convincing she does they think shes just messing with them. (she literally drives his spare mclaren and they still dont beleive her.) so lando decides to suprise her in class and then posts her on insta and all of her friends feel really bad

woohoo!

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

this was so much fun to write haha :)

lando norris x reader

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Y/N picks up her laptop and some pens with her notebook. She’s got another study date with her friends. She likes them, sure she does, but sometimes they get a little irritating.

For one, they don’t believe that her boyfriend is THE Lando Norris. They think she’s either got some unemployed schmuck who she is afraid to tell them about due to his poorness (the stuck up snobs) or they think she’s got some old sugar daddy that she doesn’t want them to meet because he’s so old.

So Y/N is taking less than ideal measures. Like today. Lando recently acquired a new McLaren from his work, some customised Spider that came out a couple of years ago. So now that he has his new car, he shipped his old one out to America, so Y/N would have something nice to drive around. His old McLaren GT, not necessarily old, it still cost about $210k, but not Lando’s current favourite, so Y/N could drive it around a bit.

And drive it, she would. Maybe this would finally convince her friends. Once and for all, that Lando Norris was interested in her and was dating her. She grabbed the keys off the table, double checked she had everything and then got into the car, driving the 10 minutes to the coffee shop.

Okay, maybe pulling up outside a coffee shop entirely inhabited by uni students in a custom McLaren wasn’t the best idea, but it was the best one she had. She got out of the car, locking it and headed in, almost immediately spotting her friends.

“Hello! I’ll just grab a coffee and then we can get to it!” She smiled at them, but she could see their faces

“How about you get us all a coffee with your sugar daddy money, Y/N.”

Y/N put her head down and ordered a hot chocolate and a cookie before returning to the table.

“So, how’s Lucas, Gabrielle?”

“Oh come on, no one wants to hear about my boyfriend, Y/N, we all just want to hear about your sugar daddy.”

“As I’ve told you before, I do not have a sugar daddy. I have Lando, who is my boyfriend, not my sugar daddy. And he is good, excited for the Las Vegas Grand Prix, and then excited to be coming home at the end of the season.”

“Yeah right, just cause you’re sending nudes to some old guy, doesn’t mean you can’t tell your best friends… come on, cut the charade Y/N.”

“I-” YN could feel tears welling up in her eyes, so she grabbed her stuff, and her hot chocolate before getting into the McLaren and driving off.

Thank god it was only a 5 minute drive, else Y/N may not have made it back due to the tears welling up in her eyes. Maybe if she had, she would’ve seen the other McLaren in the driveway, but instead she walked into the house and locked herself in the bathroom, sitting down and beginning to cry.

Lando outside quickly froze. He honestly had no idea what to do. He was planning on surprising his girlfriend when she got home from her study date with her friends, but she arrived 2 minutes after he got home and had immediately walked into the bathroom without even saying hello. Leaning against the door, Lando could hear shaky breaths and sobs through the door, as he leaned his whole weight onto it, he quickly realised that she had not in fact locked the door, as he fell through it, landing on the cold tile floor.

The sobs stopped, as the hiccups continued. “L-lando, are you, okay? Wait, hang on, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in the factory in England?” The confusion in her voice was evident.

“Yeah, well I had some spare time, and I decided to come over, and the door wasn’t locked properly, but what happened? Why are you in here crying pretty girl?”

“It’s nothing, I promise, just me getting upset over nothing.”

“It’s clearly not nothing darling when you’re sitting here on the bathroom crying, huh?”

“Just… well, people don’t think we’re dating. They think I’m lying about it to try and cover for some 80 year old sugar daddy, and they think i’m being delusional.”

“Why, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t want to worry you…”

“You’re my girlfriend, Y/N of course I worry about you. Let’s forget about your shitty friends, and let’s go get a takeout dinner and a movie.”

“Love Actually?”

“Yes, if you want.”

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Y/N dashed into the classroom, running slightly late as she sat down, and pulled open her laptop. Cursing herself for oversleeping, and not having the time to grab a coffee on the way, she sat down and began to take notes.

Halfway through the lecture, Y/N heard the door at the back of the room open again. ‘Well at least I’m not the last one.’ She heard whispers and gasps and tried to focus on the lecture until she felt a presence standing next to her and looked up into her boyfriend’s brown eyes.

In his hands was a starbucks cup, a classic ice chocolate based on the label on the cup. Lando placed the cup on the table, before pressing a kiss to Y/N’s head and half jogging out of the room to avoid the fangirls.

Y/N could feel the judgemental looks at the back of her head, but all she could do was smile.

Lando Norris

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cheesecakethots · 7 months

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hiii I came across your blog and fell in love with your yandere illumi posts!! <3 can I ask how you think it’d be like if reader actually WAS pregnant and forced to carry the child to term?? if ur comfy ofc!!

ahhh thank you!!

tw// unwanted/forced pregnancy, implied noncon, reader depression, reader su1c1de attempts. this is SAD. just SAD. minimum comfort from this. also you have a baby and you don’t like it

this is the worst possible outcome

i try and kinda base reader off of how i would react in that situation, and my reaction would be BADDDD.

the second you realise that you’re pregnant you’re already making plans to throw yourself off the nearest balcony or down the steepest stairs in the manor. unfortunately, illumi is going to account for this. he’ll probably realise you’re pregnant before you even do, and soon enough the whole manor will be “baby proofed”.

there’s going to be butlers following you every step of the way, anything sharp is taken from bathrooms or your bedroom, even illumi has started to cut your food up for you. it’s extremely demeaning and only settles to make things worse.

you’ll start growing quiet as the pregnancy progresses, first out of spite and then out of genuine sadness. as far as you think, you’re truly just a womb to illumi and his family.

illumi will notice how depressed you’ve gotten, but he’s not exactly a comforting person. he’ll monotonously give you compliments, silently hand you bouquets of flowers, and tell the butlers to prepare your favourite foods as though any of those things are what you want.

occasionally, if his worry starts to grow, he’ll allow you outside into the garden for a couple of hours. he’ll even arrange a little allotment for you to plant your own. you might not even like flowers, or gardening, but the distraction is nice. if not, you can still wander the grounds, as though it can give you some illusion of freedom. it doesn’t.

illumi tells you that during your visits to the garden you’re truly on your own; no guards, no butlers, no maids, and none of his family watching. it’s not necessarily true. he’ll be behind you every step of the way, hidden in plain sight. he once believed you’d start appearing happy when no one was around, proving that it’s all a rouse and that you’re fine. he quickly discovered it wasn’t fake when the first time he watched you in the garden you found a bench and cried on it the entire time.

he starts to convince himself that when you give birth to his child you’ll recover, and you’ll love them and feel less lonely.

you don’t.

the birthing is messy, probably due to your stress, and it’s the first time anyone in the manor has seen illumi so nervous. it may not be obvious to you, but to those who have known him his entire life, it is.

you don’t love your baby. sometimes you can’t bring yourself to even look at it. you know that illumi and his family are going to be training it to be as bloodthirsty and murderous as them, so you tell yourself that there’s no point in even bothering trying to grow close with it.

in all honesty, you’re in for a fucking awful time. illumi might get irritated with your lack of love for your child. he might think another will make you feel less lonely. only when you stop talking and stop reacting entirely does he realise that he truly has broken you.

i don’t really enjoy writing about reader having kids because it would be my worst nightmare. literally horrifying. that’s why illumi is so damn scary, he’s having a child whether you like it or not.

if you do manage to get rid of it before you give birth, illumi is going to be fucking pissed. expect yourself to be taken into the basement for a week, at the minimum.

best case scenario for this is that reader can’t have kids. fuck this shit.

i could potentially see illumi turning away from his family and their insistence for him to have a bunch of kids, but only if your pregnancy was that bad. if you almost died during childbirth, i could imagine him being extremely shaken up about it, and may not want to see you that way again. that a very big if, though.

#tw yandere #tw.yandere #yandere #yanderecore #yandere hxh #yandere illumi zoldyck x reader #yandere illumi x reader #yandere illumi zoldyck #yandere illumi #tw noncon #tw pregnancy #tw unwanted pregnancy #tw forced pregnancy #tw forced marriage #tw: noncon #tw suicide #tw suicide attempts #tw su1cide #tw childbirth

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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

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I hope I'm not unwelcome here, I was wondering. How do you think the boys would react to a siren MC that was another variety of deep sea siren~? I've been writing a fic with the reader as a deep sea eel siren and it's on my mind since I adore your siren au thoughts!

Ohoooooo

I fuckin love the concept of a gorgeous, dangerous eel Mc. Sleek and dark and powerful. I feel like a deep sea Mc would be bigger than her pelagic counterpart... much closer to the skeletons in size. Not to mention, she’d have some other unique traits, like heightened senses and bioluminescence.

Sans: She is, for once, something he isn’t used to seeing on his usual menu. Orca are surface dwellers. She’s a curiosity; he adores curiosities. Especially pretty ones. He’s cautious, because she’s clearly a predator, he works slowly... stalking her from a distance, then approaching fast and ducking away at the last second, baiting her into lashing out so he can see how her attacks work. It doesn’t take him long to figure out what her deal is. He’s enamoured with this beautiful, fierce novelty from the deep.

Sans frightens her. He didn’t, at first; he looked like a puny version of the much bigger, much toothier whales who occasionally make the long journey to her depths. But then he started moving- and she realised his danger wasn’t his body, it was his adaptability. He could kill her if he wanted to.

And yet... there’s something about his intelligence. Something about his powerful form as he swims. Something about his unreadable calm, soft smile around her, razor sharp eyelights taking in every detail... she can’t help it, she’s drawn to him.

Red: ... C’mon. We know this dance by now. She’s big, she’s beautiful, she’s strong- not only that, but she’s mysterious and elegant, a dangerous predator from the depths all decorated in glittering lights. It’s like he’s at a cocktail party and a 6ft buff woman just walked in, wearing a black velvet dress and diamonds- he’s shootin his shot, and nothing will stop him. He likes his ladies capable of killing him. He makes a couple stupid eel-related pickup lines (“girl, are you a coral-dwelling eel? cus you’re my a-moray.” “I’m a conger, not a m- wait,”) and her baffled flustered reactions just cement his growing interest.

Red is... a lot. Not necessarily in a bad way. He keeps shocking her by making her laugh (“gulper? jeez, i hardly know her.”) and she likes the company and conversation. Deep sea sirens don’t tend to do the whole ‘group’ thing, but that doesn’t mean it can’t get lonely, down there in the endless night.

She also likes the patterns on his body- you don’t see many pretty markings when you live in near pitch-black. He likes when she can’t help but touch them.

Skull: Finally. Finally. Another creature from the deep, another siren like him, who understands his mannerisms and his way of life. A siren who’ll see him as kin, who won’t view him as some kind of strange, unknowable alien. Being around her makes him soft and giddy, he lights up his bioluminescence any chance he gets, he enjoys having that point of bonding with her (he’s smug the others don’t understand their secret language of lights). He gets the overwhelming sensation they were meant to be together... the abyss is so huge, so endless, and yet somehow they found one another? It can’t be chance. The stars aligned. He knows her smell now- he’ll follow her wherever she goes.

A deep sea Mc would definitely feel more comfortable around Skull than she does around the other two sirens. They’re so similar, and she’s much more used to monsters like him; big, dark, strong, slow. She’s still careful around him considering he’s the more frightening apex predator where they’re from- being familiar with something doesn’t make it any less dangerous. But when his tentacles flash and she flashes back, it feels like stumbling across someone who speaks your mother tongue in a land full of strangers.

#llamagines #siren sanses au #siren mc au #headcanon that her teeth look like moray eel teeth #cool and sharp and like glass #mc: Red... are you sure you want to date me...? I've got broken glass for teeth and I'm venomous #red: why would you ask if i'm sure i wanna date you. then list more reasons for me to want to date you

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electric-friend · 22 days

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wait hang on 😭😭 are people seriously debating “he’s a complicated man” right now??

i agree that izzy’s an unreliable narrator, and i think that some of the things he’s said about ed aren’t necessarily true, much as many other things he’s said are also not necessarily true. he’s not really aware of the full picture the whole time, poor duck, as much as i adore him.

but like… besides the fact it really doesn’t have anything to do with wether or not you think izzy’s doing complex evil shit to ed on purpose, and people seem to be making it about that…

ed is VERY MUCH a complicated man. as someone who relates to ed probably more than stede or izzy… he’s absolutely a complicated man. ed can be violent, and suicidal, and he clearly experiences some form of emotional dysregulation, and he’s done things to people that weren’t justified. the crew was traumatised by ed’s behaviour and how much violence he placed them in a position to commit.

the way ed responds to rejection is so violent and out of proportion, his consecutive raids, his suicidal antagonism towards the crew… and for me and my personal issues, that’s extremely relatable… but it is NOT mentally well behaviour.

ed also exhibits patterns of disordered alcohol use, and his anger often causes him to lash out (yes, often at izzy who pushes his buttons, and yes, izzy’s behaviour is a factor in this. but it’s also worth noting ed has agency as a character and his violence is still violence, provoked or not) and one of his most integral traumas is how an act of violence saved him from the violent alcoholic who was his father.

there’s nothing about ed that’s not a complicated man. he’s done bad things that weren’t justified. that doesn’t make him a bad man. it makes him a complicated one. it’s very clear he knows how to be a better person. and that he can be. that the show left out a lot of that journey is really disappointing, but ed feels like he’s a monster and he does bad things to become the villain he thinks he deserves to be treated as, you know?

he is SUCH a complicated man. that doesn’t mean he’s irredeemable or bad, it doesn’t mean there’s a moral obligation to dislike him either. none of that’s the case. but izzy got it right when he called ed complicated. i think in some ways izzy had finally realised that he wasn’t always going to understand ed because ed wasn’t always going to think the way he did, but he was coming to accept that he didn’t need ed to be someone he could understand as long as ed was happy? does that make sense? i know that’s a sappy outlook on a canonically toxic relationship but i just cannot believe that there’s a genuinely widely accepted take going around which boils down to people thinking it’s wrong to call ed a complicated man. like, huh???? girl….

#izzy hands #ofmd critical #i mean the thing is that often when people point out how ed has moral complexities he’s done bad stuff #that he wasn’t necessarily justified for but he’s ultimately a sympathetic character #who can be a much better man than his father made him feel like he could #they’re often criticised for that #and particularly for the use of the word “violent” given ed is a man of colour #even though ed does do violent things onscreen #but the people who believe racism is holding ed accountable for his own actions #and suggesting he has agency outside of responding to izzy or being infatuated with stede #start to say it’s wrong to call ed a complicated man… dude.#WRONG TO CALL HIM C O M P L I C A T E D #i’m just saying 💀💀#how are more people not deciding that THAT is racism actually #why are we dehumanising ed by insisting he doesn’t have complexity and hasn’t done bad things ever #like guys. why the fuck are we doing that???

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weebsinstash · 10 months

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Okay this is probably gonna sound really weird but this specific scenario is stuck in the brain—

Thinking of that version of things where you helped YouTwo make friends, imagine if, in some subjective way, they’re better than you. Not in a “better spider person” way, but more like a slightly more appealing face kinda way? Like you barely look different but if you put your faces into one of those evaluator things they’d get a higher score. Maybe they just have good makeup out smth idk. It doesn’t necessarily have to be this but just some random way that YouTwo is thought of as “better”

But eventually, the spider people start actively treating the copy as the original, because they have it in their heads that the original one they love is the best, so the “better” of the two must be the original. Instead of confusing psychological warfare through mix-ups, reader is actively pushed down and away by the spider people, and at this point they simply move away to a normal part of Nueva York (or their home universe, depending on how we’re doing this) since the rest of the society is clearly happy to focus all their love on the other one.

The good bit comes whenever YouTwo slips up, whether by returning to their home universe if reader’s is supposed to be destroyed, making a bad comment, or just any other kind of mistake that makes the entire lobby pause and look like 👀

Because it’s not just the reveal that they’ve been believing this imposter for potentially months now, but also the fact that they now realise they pushed you away and made you feel like shit the entire time

After whatever punishment they see fit for the imposter is carried out, Miguel is rushing to find where you’re staying now so he can try to apologise or explain or try to make it right or something—

But when he’s standing at your door and running through all the events in his head, seeing how pissed you look at him, he’s wondering how he could ever convince you to love him again (he can’t help but default to kidnapping you and controlling you until you understand a fraction of how sorry he is)

Idk that’s just where brain took me— for me, at least, the best bit is the spoiling and smothering that would take place after, wanted or not!

I wrote this at midnight on my phone soo pls forgive if it’s incomprehensible lol

I'm always incomprehensible with weed or lust so you're good here lmao

Honestly I've been trying to sit and brainstorm 1. How does the Society start mistaking YouTwo for you and 2. How does this actually even work

You know how you can say "hey alexa" and she'll activate and then take further commands, but she's technically always listening to be able to receive the "hey Alexa" command? That's fucking Lyla, dude. I don't know if she's connected to every watch or just some of them but like, dude Lyla is an extremely powerful AI? How would you ever escape? It's not exactly clear how wide-ranging her abilities are, but as a program, she's not limited like you and I are. She can technically be listening and in some way processing and recording every single conversation that someone with a watch is having, or... maybe I'm thinking too much into it but sometimes I'm in the middle of brainstorming a you vs youtwo idea and my brain just goes "well wouldn't Lyla technically be there to set the record straight, wouldn't Lyla technically ALWAYS know who you are?"

And I think the answer to this problem... is to just say fuck it lmao! It's a fanfic and Lyla isn't always technically watching everything everywhere all at once even in canon right? She didn't immediately pipe up when Gwen reconnected with Miles in the beginning of ATSV, even though it technically would have been part of her prerogative to stop anything that would interfere with anomalies or the Spider Society. Technically speaking if I stayed completely 100% canon accurate this is how it would go:

YouTwo: --and they've just been pretending to be me this whole time! Please believe me Miguel, you KNOW it's me 🥺 uwu

Lyla within 5 seconds: heeeeey this is awkward but the electronic signature on your watch says you're the other one though lol? And the go home machine scans your dna and dimensional signature and the original doesnt even have a home dimension anymore? Plus here's some recorded audio from Reader's watch where you were threatening them and telling them no one will believe them if you replaced them, sooo.... awkward!

Like how fucking funny would it be if YouTwo is in HQ and is talking to Miguel and others and really playing their part and Spider Byte suddenly sees you log on this dimension's equivalent of Xbox lmao. Margo just looking back and forth and realizing holy shit. Or Reader deliberately ordering delivery food while YouTwo is out stealing their life or teaching their class and then when the delivery Spider shows up at your apartment that definitely only you have access to, that also helps kinda set things straight

I've even thought of like, you become depressed and start letting YouTwo do whatever they want and one day someone is banging on your front door and it's them "Hey you can't just COMPLETELY disappear, I don't want to work your fucking job everyday anymore, you have all these responsibilities and some of these people ALWAYS want to spend time with you" and you just smirk "oh no, guess that's your problem, 'real me'"

It's like. I'm trying to make it believable but if I ever do write the full fic (which I'm trying to but at this point I'm pulled between many different ideas) I want it to be believable? Like, for example, a lot of my dumb werewolf audiobooks have the protag being bullied and abused, and listening to those makes me MAD. I want readers to read this story and how you/Reader is being replaced and tricked and I want people to FEEL emotions about it, not just roll their eyes "this would never happen/this is so OOC"

But no definitely the yandere rose colored glasses start completely fucking you over, and I think another catalyst is, you seeing how "genuine" all your society friends act when they think it's not the real you you're talking to. Like here's an example i thought of. What if youtwo had the exact same hero name and real name as you and you're out and about one day and Miguel approaches you and he just CALLS YOU A NUMBER. Like say your home universe is 1217 and YouTwo's is 1712 and Miguel just walks up to you, "what are you doing here, 1712? You're supposed to be helping with construction in sector 6" and meanwhile you're just like holy shit do some people legitimately not even call YouTwo by an actual name, are these people more evil than I originally thought, holy shit no wonder YT wanted to steal my life" (and it's partially because depending on the person they either think of YouTwo as a Dollar Tree version of you and are nice to them as well but prefer you, OR they hate YouTwo outright for "daring to defile your image" and have the same voice and face as you, they think youtwo brings shane to you or whatever)

So not only are you starting to become upset about feeling replaced and feeling like you were never important to them to begin with, but then you're realizing that, either overall or with certain actions, that a lot of people are more outright mean and heartless than you originally thought?

And you're standing there "oh YouTwo has smaller pores and clearer skin than me, YouTwo actually knows how to dance at the clubs and parties,

BUT NO the shit where they suddenly start pointing out or criticizing things about you they've never commented on, just all of a sudden they have a LIST of things they dint like about you, when you're rhe same you've always been, SHIT HURTS, THAT'S THE DRAMA AND PAIN I'M LOOKING FOR

Miguel over here finally confronting YouTwo "and your little groveling for everyone's attention is so pathetic! Those empanadas you left on my desk weren't even good! They had all the wrong ingredients and they weren't crispy enough, i had to keep throwing them away--

You: a-actually, um, I was the one leaving you food so that you would eat. The first time came out really bad but i got better after the first time. You didn't like them, or did you not even eat them after the first time? 🥺

Miguel: --and they were fantastic, made me think of my Abuela, really took me back to my childhood, spectacular, outstanding, 5 stars

People start just "sounding off at YouTwo"

Pavitr: you wanted to try and make chai and it was so bitter my auntie poured it down the drain!

Porker: and when I introduced ya to him, you made Roger real uncomfortable with the "jokes" you made about him and his wife, which weren't that funny by the way!

Hobie: your style is conformist, it's like you have no real sense of self identity. Why did I see you at one of my concerts in a shitty leathet jacket and some brand new converse? You don't even know punk lace code, and you didn't even say hi, you just lurked like a creep

You: God DAMN that was ALL me, do you guys like ANYTHING about me????

And like, depending on what I choose or your personal preference I guess, the Spider Society has it rough too! Wait, so YouTwo WAS impersonating you, but it started when you LET THEM, and then there were times you could have came forward but didn't and basically "allowed" yourself to be treated like shit and have everything progress, so there's this, huge lingering doubt in tons of people of "wait so when was I actually spending time with Reader and when was I with the fake? Oh shit you're telling me those times the fake was rude as fuck to me, that WAS Reader, but they were rude because they were mad I didn't know who they were? But they didn't correct me and let me keep being mean to them????". Miguel is over here tearing his fucking hair out because UGH YOU'RE SO FRUSTRATING 😤 why did you let it get so bad, don't you know you could've came to him for help at any time?! (Except he totally lost your trust when YouTwo framed you for that elevator collapse from that one previous idea and he totally 100% thought you did it) but he still loves you and knows You're Going Through It, but, he definitely is. Relieved you're still ok but mad at you? Or disappointed? He's updating Lyla to keep a better eye on you, he's swapping out your watch for one that tracks and stores more information and is more personally customized, he may even decide, maybe he's got a little bit of an anxiety problem after everything that happened and he's paranoid "someone will try and take you away again"

It definitely is not your choice whether you return to the Spider Society or not, and I wouldn't put it past them to have you be "guarded" 24/7 from then on. Why is your Spidey Sense tingling when you're just out in the lobby getting some air? Because even if you can't see your loyal protectors, they sure can see you, from every visible surface, and next time you think you're alone in your apartment, well, some of your buddies CAN turn invisible. Maybe you were never really alone as you thought?

#yandere spiderverse #yandere x reader #sinprompts #yandere stuff

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vlrspace · 1 year

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cw: this is just a small fluff with a slightly bold! 3rd year deku. enjoyy

wc: 4.1K

an: first published fanfic ever, so i’m aware it isn’t the best but we’ll improve.

aizawa’s voice fills the room, most focusing and actually taking down notes, while some are trying to fight to stay awake and doodle. not that you’re dropping into the latter, but lately more and more rabbit like doodles fill up the margins of your book.

it isn’t necessarily that you aren’t listening to what aizawa is actually saying and you don’t care about your grades, but lately funny emotions are erupting in your heart and you’ve been feeling a little bit off.

you are well aware what these feelings are, what more like who causes them and how they were born. however the timing was quite bad, you would’ve been happier if these feelings would’ve come later. in the future when it’s easier to get over your probably unrequited feelings for a boy everyone adores. not that it’s a problem, of course everyone is adoring him, he’s such a sweetheart with a kind nature and his aspiration to become a hero is a huge influence to those around him.

honestly, you couldn’t blame midoriya izuku for being blessed with nothing but good traits. he’s always lending a hand if you’re in need of help with school or training. he’s asking how are you doing at every chance he sees you, gives you an ear if you want to talk, and often he circles his muscly arms around you to pull you closer to him if you need some comfort.

you often wondered if he treated everyone else like this or if it’s just you? although it’s better if that question remains unanswered for your poor little heart. you are already overthinking, your brain is like an ocean, overflowing with thoughts till you zone out completely. barely realising how mina came to stand beside your table asking you if you wanted to grab lunch.

“you have been in your own world lately” tsu says with slight concern laced in her tone. you shoot her an apologetic smile.

“i apologise, sometimes i get carried away and just zone out completely. i am not intentionally ignoring you girls” you beam, hoping your answer is enough for them to not continue on pressing the topic.

maybe though, your answer had been half a lie. you are somewhat ignorant when you’re day dreaming and zone out completely, hoping that the green haired hero-in-training wouldn’t talk to you unless necessary.

mainly, since your second and now your third year at u.a. started, izuku had been through a growing spurt. he’s no longer smaller than most boys in your class but he’s 6 foot something and his hair is tamed with a little undercut. he’s more buff, broader and easily towers over most, even if he doesn’t mean it to come off intimidating. to say he’s gotten hotter is an understatement.

of course, his personality hasn’t changed drastically but he grew a bit more confident in himself and bold as well. he’s still stumbling over his words at times and gets flustered with blood red cheeks but it’s getting rare.

“ohh, what’s on your mind (y/n)? do you want to talk about it?” ochaco offered, her cheeks flushed with slight redness as always as her eyes gazed on you warmly.

“it’s just school and training i guess” you answer softly as you all make your way down to the lunch hall. “thank you though” you give the girls a side hug as you all walk towards the lunch hall.

when you got there, the girls separated to walk towards their own little groups and you cluelessly stood there, not knowing who to join, you’re friends with everyone. without thinking you grabbed mina’s arm asking if you could join her and the bakusquad. she took a hold of your hand while grinning at you, she lead you towards their table.

“(y/n), it’s so good you’re joining us, we dared kaminari to eat bakugous usual lunch” kirishima laughs with sero, wiping their tears. at least jiro covers her mouth hiding her laugh.

so this is how lunch went, bakugou smirking victoriously, kaminari chucking water after water to sooth the spice left in his throat and the others chuckling and eating. plus the nagging thought at the back of your head that a pair of eyes are watching you from afar, but every time you looked around you didn’t see anyone. bakugou must’ve noticed this sitting next to you as he gave you a look.

“are you paranoid or something, shorty?” he smirks as he somewhat softly pushes your shoulder.

“no, i’m not! just my quirk is acting up.” you mumble looking down at your finished lunch. “anyways should we head back to class? the bell rings in a few minutes” you suggest as you start to stand up from your table and thankfully the others follow.

the second you get to class and take a seat, you let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, and just as you were about to relax, izuku walks in with shoto, talking about something and his eyes find yours, giving you a wide smile.

oh no, now he’s walking towards you.

“are you alright (y/n)? ochaco and tsu told me during lunch that you’ve been kind of out of it because of school and training. is there anything i can help you with?” izuku stops next to your desk and gives you a wide smile, eyes bright green. why is he looking so intently in your eyes?

you swiftly collect yourself turning to look ahead of you thinking what to say without messing your words up before finally answering his question quietly.

“i’m alright, thank you” you turn to look up at him and he’s smile is smaller, eyes filled with concern. “are you okay?” you ask finally giving him a smile, but his answer goes unheard when aizawa walks in the room and izuku hurries to his seat, muttering a small sorry towards you.

for the second time today, you let out a sigh from deep within you.

nothing interesting happens after that, apart from you bolting from your seat towards the door and quickly make your way towards your dorm room. you catch up with studying and went on a small jog around campus. after a lovely shower, feeling so much better without all the sweat underneath your clothes, an empty stomach is the only thing stopping you from going to bed.

kaminari, sero, kirishima and mina are all shouting, seemingly in a harmless argument as you walk in the common room. you turn towards shoto who was leaning against the wall and ask him what is all the commotion about. he gives you a gentle smile while explaining how the four is arguing about what movie to watch, all four having different ideas in mind. you let out a small laugh, and you start engaging in a small conversation with the bi coloured boy.

the feeling of being watched is returning and you looking around, subtly not wanting to catch shoto’s attention. again, nothing seems to be out of place. maybe you are being paranoid just like bakugou said.

your conversation with shoto is cut off when you feel a presence behind you, causing shoto to look up from you and you turn around. izuku is standing behind you, he’s smiling like always but he’s eyes look a tad different, darker. but it’s probably from the lighting, he’s looking down at you and it’s his hair, shadowing his eyes. yes that’s it.

“the others decided on the movie we are watching. lets go and sit down.” izuku’s hand is already on your lower back, gently pushing me towards the sofas.

“oh okay, what movie are we watching?” you ask, turning slightly towards him, hoping he doesn’t see the slight blush on your face.

izuku answers your question, as you both sit at the edge(!!) of the sofa, ochaco turns to you excitedly, explaining how one of the actors is her celebrity crush. the lights get turned off while you’re focused on your conversation with her, mainly because izuku is sitting next to you, your heart is going wild, you hope he doesn’t hear it, the butterflies in your stomach are doing flips and you feel sick just from the sitting next to him. you got it bad for the green haired male, but you’re only just realising how bad it is.

izuku on the other hand, he isn’t any better than you. he got his eyes on you for a while now, and is absolutely smitten by you. he thinks you’re absolutely stunning, everything about you is pretty (according to him, pretty doesn’t even come close to how good you look - that’s what he said to the dekusquad), but he’s even more attracted to how amazing you are on the inside. you’re smart, considerate and kind to everyone, you’re helpful, a good listener and so on.

he loves being around you, being with you, having you around, he yearns for you, he wants to touch you, hold your hand, kiss your lips, stroke your cheeks, holding you in his arms. he wants to take you out on dates, study with you, train with you, introduce you to his mum, just spending more time with you would make him the happiest man alive.

izuku is more than aware of the fact that everyone in the class knows about his crush on you. he’s thankful that no one said a word about it to you though. what makes him a little bit worried is that no one seems to know if you got a crush on anyone, you always seem so indifferent when the topic is brought up. he would totally understand it as well if you tell him that you don’t feel the same.

at the same time, izuku knows that if he wants to get answers and even if there is a slight chance of you liking him, he needs to step up his game. so after a few pep talk with his renewed friend kacchan and girl best friend ochaco, he became a bit bolder when it came to interacting with you. hugging you, lingering touches here and there and after seeing how you reacted the first few times, he continued on.

because honestly, you look so cute with the slight blush on you cheeks and the way you shyly smile and look away from him. so when the movie is halfway in, he puts his arm on the couch behind your head, causing your side pressing against his toned torso. izuku can feel you stiffen slightly but after a while you ease up and lean back to him, not fully but it made izuku’s heart beat faster and his cheeks are slight flushed. ochaco gives him a quick look with a tiny smirk before turning back towards the tv.

izuku hopes he hasn’t ruined anything between you two with this, but he would’ve talked to you tonight either way about how he’s feeling. he also didn’t want kacchan to tell you about his feelings because the ash blonde boy was too tired of hearing about the lovesick thoughts his friend (we all know they are!!) bombarded him with. he also knows that you’ve been somewhat avoiding him for some reason, he’s not an idiot and his heart can’t take it anymore.

so tonight, izuku will confess to you and he hopes you’ll accept him.

as the movie is coming to an ending, the lights come back on, izuku’s arm is still behind you with his hand now slightly next to your face. you’re heart is beating even faster, knowing that this display will be seen by all of your classmates. on your right, izuku doesn’t seem all that fazed, talking with ochaco, tsu and iida about the movie. for some reason that makes you blush so very dark, you can practically feel your face growing hot at how he’s not afraid of others seeing you two like this.

a hand is slightly brushing against the edge of your shoulder and you turn around to face izuku, who’s looking down at you, beaming.

“what did you think of the movie?” he’s gently stroking your shoulder now, his eyes only focusing on you.

“ah uh, the movie was, uh very good. i enjoyed it a lot” you stutter ripping your eyes away from him but before you could say anything else, you hear a few snicker from next to you causing you to look around the room. everyone is looking at you excitedly, some are smirking and mina is holding her phone towards you and izuku.

oh no, she must’ve taken a picture.

you turn swiftly to look at izuku, who’s looking at you, his face calm, eyes warm and somewhat lidded, lips curled in a small smirk. your eyes are wide in contrast and your lips form a small ‘oh’. your face definitely looks like a tomato, you’re sure of that, you let a nervous laugh.

“i’m going to go to the bathroom” you excuse yourself as you stand up, already missing the warmth of izuku’s hand on your shoulder. you hear someone call after you, but you are almost running towards the elevators at this point to get to the safety of your room.

the second you walk through your door, you rush in and flop on your bed and grab your pillow, shouting into it. now for sure everyone know about your feelings for izuku and you’re even more confused about what he’s feeling towards you at this point, but at the same it felt so good being so close to him. is there actually a chance that he feels the same as you?

while you’re planning on hiding away in your room forever, a knock is heard on your door.

“it’s open” you mumble from under your pillow, not even bothering to see who came in.

“hey girl, did i take it too far?” you feel the bed dip as mina lays down beside you. you take the pillow from your face and throw it at hers, she catches it and laughs.

you turn towards her, eyes a bit glossy but you give her a smile. “no you didn’t, just…you see, uh” you trail off not knowing how to tell her your feelings for izuku. after a few minutes she starts talking.

“i know that someone is going to confess to you tonight” you sit up as soon as you hear that and look at her with the widest eyes ever “but you never told us who you have a crush on or if you even like someone, you know.” she sits up too and starts stroking your arm, it doesn’t feel as good as izuku’s. “i don’t want to put you and the other person into an uncomfortable situation so please tell me (y/n)”

this took you off guard, you never expected anything like this. someone in your class likes you, and you hope it’s izuku. you’re kind of hesitating to tell mina about your crush though. it’s not that you don’t trust her, you simply have a hard time opening up about it.

“i like izuku.” your voice is so small, she can barely hear it. mina can barely contain her smile though, she needs to go through this without letting you know anything. the others are probably having a harder time with izuku anyways, who’s downstairs having a crisis.

izuku freaked out the second you left, knowing he messed everything up and took it too far. everyone was trying to calm him down while he held his face in his hands. izuku loved having you so close to him in the past hour, you felt so warm and soft, but he never meant to make you feel like you had to run away from him because you didn’t like being around him

suddenly kirishima swings his arm around him as he plops down on the armrest. his phone is open in the messages app and shows izuku the last message. izuku reads it, his thought going wild and so is his heart, he cannot believe it.

meanwhile, mina puts her phone away, while you put yourself together a bit. you often turn to look at her and she gives you a reassuring smile. she knows you must be a little bit confused and anxious what the rest of the night will bring you, but she also knows that by the end of the night, you’ll be the happiest human alive, that alone made her happy.

“okay, i think i’m ready to go back” you stand in front of your door, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “i hope the others won’t be mad at me for storming out”

“no need to worry about that babes” mina hugs you then you two leave your room, her arm linked with yours.

when you reach the common room, everyone is talking and some of the boys are playing games, like nothing happened. kirishima came up to you two, taking you both under his arms.

“you two will miss out on the competition. we are trying to find who’s the king of mario kart-“ “it’s me you idiots” “of course you are bakubro! i feel like he’ll blow up the console if he doesn’t win” kirishima whispers the last bit to you two, causing you all to snicker.

you feel like you’re being watched for the third time today and suddenly you’re reminded about what happened not just long ago. you look around to see if izuku is still around or maybe you completely ruined everything and now he doesn’t want to talk to you or be around you. before worry could fill you up, your eyes meet with his emerald ones from the same couch you two were sitting on. you shot him a small smile and he’s eagerly sending you one back and then you turn your attention back towards mina and kirishima, trying to focus on them.

ten minutes later, you are somewhat engrossed in the conversation about music with jiro, you feel him before he makes himself known, jiro excuses herself quickly as you turn to look up to izuku from your seat. he gives you a warm smile, but his eyes are nervous, voice a bit shaky when he asks you “let’s go and talk somewhere private, yeah?”

you only nod, following him outside and into the back garden of the dorms and you two take a seat on the bench, facing the building. there is a slight tension, and it’s a bit uncomfortable for you both but then izuku starts speaking.

“i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable during the movie or any other time” he starts of quietly “i didn’t mean any harm, ever, i just wanted to be closer to you. you always make me feel so warm and happy like i’m always on cloud nine (9). you’re so amazing, smart, kind and pretty too! “you turn towards him, indecisive if it’s a good thing that he says all of this or a bad thing and he’s about to reject you. either way your heart is in your throat “oh my, you’re so pretty, i always dream about you. i ache for you (y/n), every time we are together i feel whole. i admire you for your patience towards others, your drive to be a hero and you always know how to make someone smile. i will make you smile every day too, if you take me (y/n), i adore you so much, i feel like i’ll burst” he ends his confession and turns your way, eyes teary and cheeks red, you haven’t seen izuku like this in a while.

the person mina said will confess to you tonight is izuku, you have a fat crush on izuku! now that’s mind blowing.

your thoughts are everywhere and nowhere, and you know the longer you stay silent and the worst izuku will expect to happen. you gather your thoughts as fast as you can and turn fully towards him.

“i adore you so much too izuku” your words are barely audible, he can barely make it out what you’re saying, but when he does, his eyes go wide and you let a giggle out. that seems to bring him back, giving you a small smile. “we could burst together” it comes out more of a question, you’re returning his smile.

at that his smile gets wider and circles his arms around you, pulling you extremely close. he tucks his face into your neck and you swear you feel tears running down from his face. when he pulls away, one of his hands find the side of your face, and presses his lips on yours. your arms round his neck and fingers disappear in his curls, his hands make their way down to your hips. his tongue swipes across your lower lip, asking for permission and you gladly gave it to him.

izuku didn’t intend on leaving your lips till you both are breathless but you leave first, making him chase after your lips and you let out a soft giggle, which makes him smile. you pull away a bit to look up at him, still not believing that he feels the same way as you. you take in his face, eyes lidded and dark, face slightly red and lips plump, slightly wet. he leans in a gives you a long peck before pulling away, moving so you sit on his lap. you play with the curls on top his head, seemingly deep in thought and izuku decides to pop the question.

“i would really like it if you became mine” he whispers, one his hand finds its way to you cheek again, caressing it. the smile on your face becomes bigger, looking at those emerald eyes that swirl in nothing but pure love and adoration.

“i would love that” you give your answer, which he was probably waiting for, quite long time. the second the words leave your lips, he stands up and twirls you two around, making both of you laugh. he sets you down on the ground and kisses you again, this time with more passion. “let’s go back inside, mina’s and ochaco’s eyes will pop if they stare out on the windows any longer” you snicker.

izuku takes a hold of your hand and you walk next to each other, both of you still trying to process everything that just happened. when you woke up, you did not expect tonight turn out this way. you look down at your fingers being laced with his, and trying not blush at the fact how his fingers were twice the size of yours.

when you two arrive back at the common room, everyone is pretending like they are doing something but when they see your hands, the girls crowd around you, all of them giving you a hug, while the boys shake izuku’s hand. the girls bring you aside, asking you to tell them everything because they did see bits, but didn’t hear anything. you gently squeeze izuku’s hand, silently letting him know that you’re leaving and he squeezed your hand back with a smile.

you’re in the middle of the story, the girls surrounded around you as you all took up a whole couch the farthest one away from the boys, when you feel like you’re being watched again and this time you found who the pair of eyes belong to.

izuku is sitting on the couch, all of the boys around him as well and they are all talking to him but his eyes never leave you. izuku couldn’t even focus on anyone else right now even if he tried, he feels like he’s high on ecstasy. the girl he’s been pining for a year now, wants him as much as he wants her. he’s yearning for real this time, and he know he won’t be able to get enough of her soft lips, gosh he’s thinking about kissing them right now. when he had you in his lap, so close to him, he wishes he could hold you just as close again. the butterflies in his stomach must be rioting because when you look back at him, he knows you feel just like how he does.

and you never felt so safe and loved under a gaze like that before.

(a few days later, izuku’s background on his phone changed from all might to the picture mina took of the two of you)

#deku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #midoriya x you #deku x you #izuku x you #midoriya izuku x you

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nevermore-baby · 1 year

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Everyone talks about inexperienced!reader, but what about reader who has experience but most of her relationships were kinda bad and a bit traumatic. Some focused on her body rather than her as a person, some outright telling her she’s “mid”, or that her body could have been better, some rarely showing any affection. She doesn’t think she’s necessarily ugly or unlovable - she loves herself - but she doesn’t expect anyone else to see it.

so, here are some thoughts of mine (nsfw, minors don't interact)

When you first get with Steve, you don’t expect him to be “enamored” by your beauty, you’re just kinda happy he found you attractive enough. You try to take it slow, and you’re surprised Steve has been going with it and not pushing. You cuddle sometimes, and you hear Steve call you “beautiful” for the first time. You’re startled but you just brush it off, thinking of it as a universal compliment he gives every girl. You catch Steve staring at you sometimes while you’re cooking, or reading, and whenever you look up all confused he shrugs, saying “I just love looking at you”.

And Steve, gosh, he’s just so whipped for you and it hurts to see you so confused when you get the smallest compliment. He hasn’t even started yet, it’s just the tip of the iceberg. Sometimes he just wants to kiss your face all over, sniff your hair, tell you just how god damn beautiful are you, especially when you’re sitting there all focused, doing your homework, or when you talk so passionately about things you love, but he doesn’t yet, he doesn’t wanna scare you away with the intensity of his love, doesn’t want to seem like he’s trying to get into your pants. It’s not like he doesn’t want to - he does, he would give so much just to see you fall apart beneath him - but he wants you to be ready and he wants to find the right time, so he waits.

There’s one time you are watching a movie, and Steve feels his cock harden, bulge too prominent under his thin pyjama pants. It’s not surprising, when you’re sitting right there, face lit up by the tv screen, hand resting gently on Steve’s chest. He doesn’t want you to notice, but you do - and you try to move your hand lower, eyes looking suggestive, but Steve stops you, cupping your hand and swirling it away gently. You look at him with confused pout, and when he asks why, you just ask: “don’t you want me to… help you with that? Suck you off or something?” And Steve's heart just breaks, he simply tells you to focus on the movie. You do, but neither of you really pay attention to it, both too deep in your thoughts. You’re just thinking about how grateful you are for Steve being understanding, and Steve is thinking about how he wants to take you in and never let you go and just shower you with love and affection you deserve.

Later that night, Steve sits you down on the bed and gives you a little talk on how those things just happen and it’s natural but it doesn’t mean something has to happen, because sex is always about both of you. And you just feel so stupid, because it’s not like you don’t know this, you’ve just conditioned yourself to respond like that because that’s what was expected of you before. You don’t want to cry, but you still do, because you realise how bad your previous relationships were, and how you don’t really know what love is, and Steve stays quiet, giving you time to process. He just sits you on his lap - nothing sexual, just bringing you closer - and kisses your tears and holds you until you stop shaking ever so slightly in his arms and you look up at him, smiling softly, you both leaning in for a kiss, ending up just bumping each other’s noses and laughing.

Then, you get ice cream and you get back to bed and you just talk. You talk about everything, conversation slowly slipping towards your past relationships, and you both share a good deal of personal things, opening up to one another. You talk about sex, and what you expect from it, and you just sit there awestruck from how carefully Steve listened to you and how he asked questioned and shared his ideas too.

When you do have your first sex, he wants to make it clear that it’s not just about him, it’s about you and him as a couple, and for the first 20 minutes he just touches you, hands sliding all over - not only your boobs or thighs, but your shoulders and your tummy and anything he can reach. You do the same, eventually both of you take your clothes off and for a few minutes you just lay there, both taking each other in, eyes gliding down. He fingers you for a long time, thumb circling your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. He keeps on going until you are whining and twisting around, finally giving in and moving up, slowly pushing the head in. Your brows are furrowed and you seem tense and rigid, so Steve stops, kissing your face and neck, murmuring about how beautiful you are and how much he loves you, and he says something that makes you laugh softly, before driving in an inch more. He caught you of guard there, your face finally relaxing and softening, and he can feel you get impatient, so when he knows you’re ready, he pushes all the way in until your hips touch, and that’s when Steve reaches his limit, he just tells you all the sweet things he has to say, about how you’re the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, and how lucky he feels to get to see and feel you, while slowly pumping in and out of you, following your reaction closely. You stay quiet, overwhelmed with feelings and emotions, but when you’re done, when you’re laying there all sweaty and tired, but happy, you finally realise how much you have to give and how much you haven’t been giving, so you do.

#stranger things #nvm baby imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x female reader smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #stranger things fic

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the-saltiest-saltine · 9 months

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How often does the bastard(chrollo; lovingly ofc) takes you on dates?💕🌹

I mean, in his head, the very fact that you’re with him whenever he’s not doing troupe business makes him consider your whole (begrudging) relationship a date <3333 how romantic!!!!

I wouldn’t say there’s a schedule for dates considering the hectic situation you’re dragged into - generally it’s behaviour based.

I wouldn’t even say it’s necessarily “being good” in the traditional sense (i.e. total submission). Even if you aren’t actively fighting back against him, he doesn’t want you to be totally silent, and especially not a lifeless doll that tells him whatever you think will make him happy. He’s willing to let you leave your prison if you’re entertaining enough.

If you’re playing into the banter, if you’re giving him responses - regardless of whether they’re what he’s looking for or not - then he’s more likely to take you out.

You’ll realise that soon enough, but at first, when he’s asking to take you out to dinner, he’ll absolutely eat up the expression on your face. Oh, how cute your confusion is - so you do know you’re being bad! He’s so generous, isn’t he, letting you out of your cage even though you’ve been misbehaving.

I think at the start of the “relationship” it’d be once every 2-3 weeks or so. In order to teach you the value of this quality time, he has to deprive you of it as well. It’d take several months, maybe even years, for it to progress to more than that.

Once the acceptance of your situation has made itself clear, it might become a weekly thing - he’s heard the term date night, and you’re a normal couple, right? It’d probably become more domestic as time goes on, as your social skills dwindle down and the slightest exposure to the open air becomes overwhelming. Why bother showing you - something that’s solely for him - off to the big, wide world when he can treasure you with a home-cooked meal and cosy night in?

Internally, he sees the dates as an obligation in his mind, rather than a genuine act of service or companionship. If they didn’t serve a purpose (forcing you to spend time with him and talk to him, manipulating you further) then I don’t think he’d bother.

As with everything, it’s all self-serving in the end. If he had it this way, he would only have stay-in dates. But, knowing what a regular person like you needs, he’s willing to stretch himself a little and allow you to step outside. Don’t forget to thank him!

#chrollo #hxh #yandere chrollo #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo lucilfer #asks

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harley-sunday · 1 year

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Feels Like Home [05]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language

Word count: 6.2k (I regret nothing)

AN: First of all, thank you for all the love on the last four chapters, it warms my cold dead heart to see your comments and reblogs and just- Thank you ♥ This next chapter is a little special to me because this is ultimately where the story started. I wrote this first (which is so unlike me because I never write out of order) and only started working on the rest of the story after. I really hope you like it as much as I do :)

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“I’m setting the timer for fifteen minutes, ok?”

It’s a rhetorical question from Michael and so Daniel doesn’t answer but instead closes his eyes, drops his shoulders, and straightens his back. His wrists are resting on top of his knees as he sits in a cobbler’s pose on a yoga mat in the middle of his home gym. He tries to clear his head, tries to focus on his breathing and the meditation exercise Michael wants him to do but he’s too distracted by the late winter storm that’s raging outside and he ends up counting the seconds between the thunderclaps instead. Who knows, he thinks, maybe that counts as meditation too.

It must, at some point, because when his phone starts ringing he startles, eyes flying open and his heart somewhere high in his throat. He lets out a high-pitched, “Jeepers,” he isn’t necessarily proud of before he blindly reaches behind him in search of his phone.

“Dan,” Michael says beratingly, still in his cobbler’s pose, eyes closed, back ramrod straight, as poised as ever. “You have a ‘do not disturb’ option on there, mate. Use it next time, will you?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Daniel replies absentmindedly, finally getting a hold of his phone. He can’t help but smile when he sees who’s calling and so he answers with an eager, “Hey,”

“Daniel, hi-”

For a moment he thinks she’s calling him to talk about what happened last night because God knows he would like a do-over so he could have kissed her but she sounds- Upset and so he’s on edge immediately, stretching out his legs so he can get up quickly if he has to. He has a feeling he might.

“I’m sorry to bother you but I didn’t know who else to call and-”

“Hey, no,” he interrupts her, his voice more soothing now because he wants her to know he’s there for her no matter how bad it is, all the while hoping that whatever it is has nothing to do with Ellie. Or Oscar. “What’s going on?”

She lets out a heavy sigh and he can just about see her bite her lip the way he’s noticed she does whenever she’s upset, “A tree fell down over at Eagle’s Nest and it wrecked a good five metres of fence.” She lets out a shaky breath and it’s then he can hear the wind and the rain on her end of the line, “I’m trying to keep the girls inside the paddock but with the storm-”

“They’re scared,” he offers, knowing how nervous the herd is on any given calm day so he can only imagine how stressed they must be now. He hears Homer bark on the other end of the line then and he’s never been more relieved to know she’s at least got the dog with her.

“Yeah,” she says, her voice a little shaky and he hates how desperate she sounds. “I need to get the fence fixed but I can’t get them inside the shed and-”

“Say no more.” Daniel gets up and taps Michael's shoulder to get him to join him, “We’re on our way.”

Michael eyes him suspiciously but does as he’s told when Daniel shakes his head to let him know now’s not the time to ask questions.

“Where are you?”

“You know that little creek that passes through Eagle’s Nest on the south border?”

Not even a week ago he would have had no idea what she’s talking about, would probably have gotten lost trying to find her, but now he knows exactly where she is, “Near that old gum tree?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok. Just-” He hesitates, not in the least because Michael is staring at him like he’s suddenly grown three heads and so he turns his back to his best friend and lowers his voice, “You got this, ok? Stay with the girls, they trust you, right?” He waits until she hums in reply before he continues, “I know it’s scary but we’ll be there soon, ok? I’m not letting anything happen to you or the girls.”

“Ok,” she whispers and his heart, oh his heart.

“Ok.” He motions for Michael to follow him downstairs. “I’m on my way.” He’s about to hang up when he hears her call his name and so he puts the phone back to his ear, “Yeah?”

“You should-” She clears her throat, “Can you check on Granddad and Ellie first? I’ve been here for a long time already and-”

“Yep. I’ll stop there on the way over, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Babe-” the term of endearment slips out almost effortlessly and he hopes he’s allowed to use it- “you got this. Homer’s with you. You got this.” It’s then he walks into the kitchen and sees Blake look up at him from where he’s working on his laptop at the kitchen table. Daniel shakes his head to the question he knows Blake was going to ask and he can see Blake shift his focus to Michael, looking at him for answers but Michael just shrugs and Daniel knows he has some explaining to do. Not now though. Now, he tells her, “I’m going to hang up now, ok? We’re on our way.”

“Ok.”

“Ok, I’ll see you soon.” He ends the call and pockets his phone and before Michael or Blake have the chance to say anything he rattles off a list of things they need, “B, I’m gonna need you to put on some of my boots and a rain jacket, get the truck and see if the chainsaw’s still in the back. If not, it should be in the garage. Make sure to grab a can of diesel as well and then meet us back here.” He turns towards Michael next, “Mikey, I need you to gather some dry clothes, sweats, jumpers, take whatever you need from the merch samples in my office and then get dressed as well. We’re going to be outside for a while and it’s shit weather, so both of you dress warm, ok?”

Blake and Michael look at him as if they’re still trying to process what is happening but then Daniel spurs them on by clapping his hands a few times and watches them do as they’re told without asking any questions and Daniel’s not sure he’s ever loved his best friends more than right at this exact moment.

It takes them no more than five minutes to get everything they need and then they’re off, Daniel quietly cursing because the bad weather makes him drive slower than he’d like but he knows it’s better to be safe than sorry right now.

“Where-” Blake starts from the backseat but then lets the question die down, as if he knows he won’t get a straight answer anyway.

Daniel looks at him through the rearview mirror, “I’ll explain everything later, ok? I just-” He looks at Michael then, “It’s a long story.”

Michael nods and pats his knee, “It’s ok, mate. Just tell us what to do when we get there.”

Daniel nods and tries to at least explain where they’re going but the words seem stuck in his throat and so he focuses on the road instead, the rain hitting the car and the frantic squeaking of the windshield wipers the only sound until he puts his blinker on and turns into his neighbour’s driveway.

Next to him he hears Michael let out a quiet, “Ah. Ok.”

Daniel doesn’t say anything because all of a sudden he feels nervous, something tightening in his stomach as he pulls up to the house. “I’m gonna check up on Oscar real quick, ok? Stay here.”

“We’re not helping Oscar?” Michael asks, a little surprised.

Daniel shakes his head but doesn’t say anything and he can feel both Michael and Blake stare at him as he unbuckles his seatbelt, puts on his hood, and steps outside, but once again he decides not to waste any time. He’ll explain later. They’ll understand.

The rain is relentless, pelting down on him and making his face tingle and so he jogs towards the front porch, letting out a relieved breath when he’s out of the rain. He tries to shake off as much water as he can before he pushes his hood down and kicks his boots off. He knocks three times, hoping Oscar can hear him over the howling wind so he doesn’t scare the old man, and then opens the door and steps inside, shrugging off his raincoat and leaving it on one of the hooks on the wall.

He finds Oscar where he expected him to, in the living room, except there are no old reruns of the Price Is Right playing in the background this time, and Daniel tries to smile so as to not upset the old man, “Hi mate, how’s it going?”

Oscar looks up at the sound of his voice and Daniel can see his eyes light up, “Danny, thank God.”

“Did she call you too?”

Oscar nods.

“Ok. Good. I got two of my mates in the car and we’re heading over there right now, but she wanted me to check up on you and Ellie first though, so here I am.”

“Ellie’s been awake for a while,” Oscar says, sounding incredibly guilty. “I think she only slept for thirty minutes before the thunder woke her up. I’ve been trying to get up to get her but-”

“Hey,” Daniel puts his hand on the old man’s arm, “it’s ok. Ellie will be fine. I’ll go get her, ok?”

Oscar nods again, “Thanks, Danny.”

“Don’t worry about it, mate,” Daniel says as he stands up. He hurries up the stairs and all but runs to Ellie’s room, relief washing over him when he finds the little girl sitting upright in her cot, quietly babbling to herself as she hugs a stuffed koala close to her chest. Daniel moves slowly so as not to startle her, “Hi Ellie.”

The moment Ellie sees him she starts to smile, holding out her arms to him, her voice still a little raspy, “Danny.”

Something tugs on his heart then, not only because she remembers him but also because she seems genuinely happy to see him, and he’s not sure if it’s love just yet but it comes awfully close. “Hi sweetheart,” he says as he reaches into her cot and picks her up. “Hey sleepyhead.”

She looks at him intently, little brows furrowed in an adorable way, and then looks past him as if she’s searching for something. He guesses she is when she says, “Where momma?”

“Momma’s outside,” he tells her with what he hopes is a reassuring smile. He can see her bottom lip start to tremble and so he quickly adds, “She asked me to come check up on you and Pop-Pop before I go to see her. A tree fell down so she needs some help.” It feels important to add, “But as soon as we’re done we’ll come right back, ok? I know momma misses you too.”

Ellie seems to think about that for a second but then she settles into him without hesitation, head resting on his shoulder as she lets out a content sigh and he swears he feels his heart grow at least three sizes.

“Let’s get you downstairs, huh? Go see Pop-Pop,” he whispers before he presses a kiss to the top of her head. When he turns around he sees the changing table and he knows from when his sister’s kids were smaller that he should probably check if her diaper is full but he’s not sure he’s allowed yet and so instead he grabs what he thinks is the diaper bag and takes it downstairs with him.

“She was very much awake,” Daniel says as he makes his way back into the living room and drops the bag next to where Oscar is sitting. He bows down so he can hand Ellie over but the little girl clings to him even more and shakes her head, “With you.”

“You gotta stay here for a little while, sweetheart,” Daniel explains but Ellie doesn’t seem to want to let go and looks away. Daniel looks at Oscar for help but knows there’s not much he can do either and so he stands back up and tries again, “I have to go help momma, bub.”

“No.”

Daniel has to suppress a smile, admiring the little girl’s stubbornness that she’s definitely gotten from her mom.

“Come with,” Ellie whispers.

He knows he doesn’t really have time to try and convince the girl to stay here, plus he’s got Blake and Michael with him so surely one of them could watch Ellie while they fix the fence. Daniel looks at Oscar and shrugs apologetically, “Is it ok if I take her? Might be easier that way.”

Oscar nods and leans over so he can grab what seems to be Ellie’s clothes from the couch next to him, understanding the urgency, “Put these on. Take the bag. Her rain suit is in the mudroom. Boots too.”

“Mint,” Daniel says with a smile as he takes the clothes from him. “Come on, bub. Let’s get you dressed.”

Somehow he remembers to warm up a bottle of milk for her before he stuffs a banana in his pocket and hauls ass to his car. He doesn’t have a car seat and so, when he opens the passenger’s door a few minutes later, he hands Ellie to a very bewildered looking Michael instead, “Say hi to your uncle Michael, El.”

“Mate, what?”

Daniel doesn’t answer, gives the little girl her bottle and closes the door because he knows they’ve been here far too long already and he really, really wants to make sure she’s ok. When he slides into his own seat he takes his hood off and grins at Michael, who's still looking confused as fuck but now with a toddler in his lap, “Not mine. Promise.”

“Ok,” Michael draws out, pulling the zipper of Ellie’s rain suit down a little so it doesn’t dig into her skin. “Whatever you say, mate.”

From the backseat Blake lets out a cackle, “You’ve got some serious explaining to do, mate. This is all confusing as f-”

“Oi!” Daniel reaches back and flicks Blake’s forehead, “Watch your language, will ya.”

This time it’s Michael who laughs, “I don’t even know what is happening right now but-”

“Just-” Daniel starts the car and heads past the sheds and onto Coopers Lane, knowing it will get them to Eagle’s Nest quickest. “Later, ok? I promise.” He pulls the banana out of his pocket and puts it on the dashboard, “Give her this once she’s finished her bottle, will ya?”

“Uhu,” Michael says as he tightens his grip on Ellie who is quietly singing her made up ‘Danny Banana’ song to herself and seems to be perfectly happy to be here. He doesn’t say anything else and Daniel is thankful that both Michael and Blake seem to understand the urgency of him wanting to get wherever it is they’re going, instead of wasting time answering their questions.

It takes them about ten minutes to reach the creek and he spots her red ute easily enough, parked haphazardly in front of the fallen tree. He pulls up behind it and tells Michael and Blake to stay put while he checks out what’s going on before he looks at Ellie and says, “I’m going to go find momma, ok. You stay here with uncle Michael and uncle Blake?”

The girl nods enthusiastically and above her Michael absolutely beams, “She likes me.”

“Yeah, she does.” Daniel smiles and gently squeezes Ellie’s cheek, “I’ll be right back, ok?” He doesn’t wait for an answer and jumps out of the car, trying to see if he can see where she’s at. It’s still raining and so he holds his hand over his eyes, squinting as he lets his eyes roam along the fence line until he sees something bright yellow a little further down. He wants to rush towards her but he knows it’ll scare the animals and so instead he starts quietly talking so they know there’s someone coming.

When he’s only a few metres away from where they’re standing he stops because for now the situation seems under control and he’s not sure it’ll stay that way if he comes any closer. He raises his voice so they can hear him, “Hello ladies.” The dog lets out a whine and so he quickly adds, “And Homer.”

“Oh, thank God,” she whispers and he can see the relief wash over her. The three alpacas she’s trying to keep from escaping are absolutely drenched but are at least staying in their spot and don’t seem to be planning going anywhere else just yet.

He gives her a small smile, “Sorry it took us so long, we-”

“Us?”

“Yeah, uh-” he scrunches his nose, “Michael and Blake were over at my place so- They’re here to help.”

She nods but doesn’t say anything else and he figures she’s probably exhausted and cold and he wants nothing more than to tell her to take Ellie and head back to the house, that he’ll take care of it with Michael and Blake but he knows they’re nothing without her knowledge and so he offers the next best thing, “What do you need us to do?”

She takes a deep breath and nods towards the pack, “If we can get them into the shed? That way we don’t have to worry about them escaping.” When he nods she continues, “There’s rope in my car, take that, and also- Grab a bucket and put two or three scoops of the grain pellets in there, it’s all in the trunk. Might be easier to lure them that way.”

“Ok.”

“I only need you here, Daniel,” she adds then with a hesitant smile. “The girls know and trust you but if we bring two other people in-”

“They might get spooked.” Daniel nods, trying to act cool even though the way she just told him she only needs him makes him feel all sorts of things, and so he does what he does best and acts goofy, pointing his fingers at her and clicking his tongue, “Gotcha.” It makes him feel like an idiot.

If she feels the same way she at least is graceful enough not to cringe at his antics. “They can help after,” she says and he knows it’s because she feels guilty. “With the fence?”

“Don’t worry about them,” he’s quick to reassure her as he waves to where his car is. “They’re watching Ellie, so I’m sure they’re on their third rendition of ‘The Wheels of the Bus’ anyway.”

“Ellie?” She narrows her eyes at him and for a moment he’s worried he’s fucked up but then she nods, “I guess it’s probably better you didn’t leave her with granddad. Who knows how long this is gonna take.”

“I’ll go get everything we need,” he says. He throws her a wink then, “‘I’ll be right back.”

***

The feed proves to be a lifesaver and you’re able to lure the pack to the shed within seconds.

“It’s ok,” you tell the girls, who are huddled together in the far corner. “You just stay here for a while, ok? We’ll go fix the fence and then I’ll be back to check up on you later.” You tell Dan to step outside before you follow after him and quietly close the door. You can’t help the relieved sigh that escapes you once you let yourself lean against the shed, shielded from the rain by the overhanging roof, “Holy shit, I’m glad that’s over.”

“Come here,” Daniel says and holds out his arms to you, pulling you close when you step into his embrace, and presses a long hard kiss to your temple. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You shrug but wrap your arms around him a little tighter anyway. It's the first time he's holding you like this and it feels- Nice. Part of you wants to stay here, wrapped up in his arms with his chin resting on the top of your head and your cheek against his chest, but, “We should probably go fix that fence, huh?”

Daniel smiles then, “Wanna go say hi to Ellie first?”

You nod and Daniel lets go of you, taking your hand instead, and leads you back to his car. You can hear Ellie’s high pitched giggle coming from inside and can’t help but smile when you see one of Daniel’s friends, Blake he tells you, make silly faces at your daughter who’s sitting in what then must be Michael’s lap.

Daniel knocks on the hood to let his friends know you’re back and seconds later two grown men and a toddler tumble out of his truck and you make a conscious effort to remember this moment forever because it’s too precious not too.

Ellie wriggles in Michael’s arms and when he puts her down she rushes over, “Momma!”

“Hi baby,” you pick up your little girl and pepper her face with kisses. “Momma’s missed you.” You look at Daniel’s friends then, “Thank you, guys.”

“No worries,” Michael tells you. “That’s easily the happiest, most easy-going kid I’ve ever seen.” Next to him Blake nods in agreement.

“Just like her mom,” Daniel adds with a wink before he introduces you to his friends.

Blake and Michael share a look but don’t say anything and you doubt Daniel has even seen it, too busy blowing a raspberry at Ellie, but before you have a chance to ask if they even knew of your existence Michael looks at you and nods towards the paddock, “What can we do to help?”

“I think we need to start by cutting down that tree,” you tell them as you point over your shoulder. “It looks like only a few branches hit the fence so if we take those now I can do the rest later this week.” Daniel starts to protest but you shake your head, “That’s for another day, Daniel. I can always ask George Yanos to come help out. I just really want to get that fence back up as soon as possible so we can all go home and warm up.” You look at Blake and Michael then, “You two are staying for dinner, by the way.”

“We haven’t even done anything yet,” Blake protests.

“Oh,” you reply with a wicked grin, “just you wait.” You turn to Daniel, “Can you head back to the farm and get the chainsaw? It’s in the shed next to the chicken coop.”

Daniel grins wickedly and nods towards his truck, “I already brought mine.”

“Ok. Perfect.” You look back at Michael and Blake, “Blake, could you help Daniel with the tree? If you cut the branches off first you should be able to cut down the trunk a lot easier after. It doesn’t have to be pretty and you can just leave it where it is, as long as the fence is cleared.”

Daniel nods and Blake salutes you with a grin, “Yes ma’am.”

“Michael? Would you mind taking care of Ellie? I’ll get started on the fence but I can’t really watch her at the same time and-”

“Of course,” Michael says with a wide smile. He squats and holds out his hands to Ellie who walks over to him without hesitating.

You look up at the sky then, a little relieved to see some lighter patches in between the clouds, “The rain should die down a little over the next hour or so, but I don’t really want to wait on that so I think we might as well get going now.”

Without having to say anything else the guys spur into action and you press a quick kiss to Ellie’s cheek, “Let’s get to work, huh bub?”

***

It takes them almost thirty minutes to cut all the branches off but at least by then the rain has changed to a light drizzle and the wind has dropped considerably.

“So,” Blake starts all of a sudden, after he’s picked up a piece of the branch they’ve cut up earlier so he can drag it away from the fence, “how long has this been going on, mate?”

“Blake,” Daniel warns him, not wanting her to overhear his dumbass best friend making smart remarks.

“What?” Blake feigns surprise but grins, “Seriously mate, what is going here? Is this why you wanted me to clear your schedule? So you could hook up with your neighbour?”

Daniel picks up a branch as well and joins Blake to where they’ve started a pile of sorts, a little further into the paddock, “I’m-” he starts, not sure what he’s going to say because he doesn’t even know. He glances over his shoulder to where she’s repairing the fence then, Michael standing next to her with Ellie on his shoulders, and when she looks up and catches his gaze, and his entire body heats up because she smiles at him, he knows he’s officially done for and so he tells Blake the truth, “I really like her, mate.”

“Dan-”

“I know,” Daniel says, holding up his hands in defence, knowing exactly what it is his best friend is implying. “I know, ok?”

Blake lets out a sigh as he pushes his glasses up and pinches the bridge of his nose, “It’s just- We can make this work after the season, ok? Not now.”

Daniel scoffs, “I said I like her, mate. Not that I’m thinking of proposing to her next week.”

“No, I know but-” Blake shrugs, pushing his glasses back down. “If this comes out before we’ve finalised the Red Bull deal we’ll have a hard time telling everyone they had nothing to do with each other.”

Daniel doesn’t say anything for a while, just stares at his best friend and for the briefest of moments he hates that Blake is also his manager and always has to think five steps ahead and can never just be happy for him.

He knows the PR-game is always a tricky one, even more so whenever he dates someone he actually likes, but it’s not like they run a risk here. There’s no paparazzi around, no Kym Illman to try and sneak pictures of drivers’ wives and girlfriends without asking, and, except for dinner on Friday, they haven’t been anywhere public yet. Besides, he doesn’t even know if what they have qualifies as a relationship. Yes he likes her, very much, and yes, he wants to spend more time with her, but he’s known her for a grand total of ten days. In the end that’s what he tells Blake, “I’ve only just met her, B. Let’s take it easy, ok?”

“Ok,” Blake agrees with a curt nod that Daniel feels is more to please him than it is because Blake agrees with him. “Let me know if anything changes, ok?”

“Yep.”

Blake looks over to where Michael is standing then, a mischievous grin on his face, “Is there any way you’ll let me mess with Talzo a little longer? Tell him she’s your cousin or something? Make him freak out a little?”

Daniel lets out a honking laugh and pushes Blake back towards the fallen tree, “You’re the worst.”

“Yeah, but will you let me?”

“No.” Daniel shakes his head, “Not this time, mate.”

“Oh God,” Blake mutters then, flicking Daniel’s forehead, “you really like her.”

“I really do,” Daniel agrees easily enough.

It takes another hour but then the tree is cut up into what seem to be at least a hundred pieces and the fence is repaired and looking as good as new and so Daniel beams at his best friends, “Thanks guys. That was-”

“Don’t worry about it, mate,” both Blake and Michael say at the same time with an almost identical shrug.

Daniel throws his arm around her shoulders then and presses a kiss to her temple, “Ready to head back? Oscar must be getting worried what’s taking us so long.”

“Yeah,” she says as she leans into him. “I think we all deserve a warm shower and a cold beer.”

“Come on,” he says as he nods towards her truck, “I’ll drive.”

She takes Ellie from Michael and walks to the passenger’s seat, where he’s holding the door open for her. Once she’s seated, Ellie in her lap because it’s too much hassle to put her in the car seat, he closes the door and rounds the car to the driver’s side.

It’s a bumpy ride back to the farm, lots of fallen branches he hadn't noticed before littering Coopers Lane and so it takes them a good ten minutes to reach the house, both of them letting out a sigh of relief when he turns the engine off. Daniel turns in his seat and teases Ellie’s hair, “You’re a superstar, Miss Ellie.” He looks up at her then, “Just like your momma.”

“Thank you,” she says with a warm smile.

***

The warm water runs out when Blake is taking his shower and you can hear him curse all the way in the kitchen, drawing laughs from you and Michael, both of you already showered and changed into warm clothes already, working on putting some dinner together. Daniel’s in the living room, chatting to Granddad while he waits his turn for the shower, even though you’re afraid he’s going to have to wait a little longer now that the boiler has to fill itself up again first. Ellie’s in the kitchen with you, sitting in her high chair and watching your every move intently as she munches on a breadstick.

“So,” you start, drawing out the word as you turn towards Michael who’s on your left, cutting up some toast to go with the vegetable soup that’s almost ready, “Daniel tells me you guys work out every day from nine to twelve. Is that true?”

Michael nods, “Yeah.”

“Wow.”

“I know it sounds like a lot but we also include yoga and meditation and-”

‘Oh, ok.”

Michael throws you a cheeky smile then, “If you want to you could join us tomo-”

“Hahaha,” you reply with a fake laugh. “No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Bummer,” he shoots back with a grin. “Might have been nice for Dan to have someone to show off to. It would definitely help with the whining.”

You can’t help but laugh but before you can say anything a rather bewildered looking Blake walks into the kitchen, his hair sticking up in every direction and a red colour on his cheeks that you know isn’t because he’s nice and toasty. “Here,” you tell him as you hand him a cup of coffee, “this should warm you up.”

He lets out a ragged breath, “Turns out cold water is really cold. Jeepers.”

“I’m so sorry,” you say, putting your hand on his arm. “I could make you a hot water bottle if you want? Help you warm up a little?”

“Nah, that’s ok. I’ll just sit here for a while,” he replies, nodding to a chair next to the wood stove that’s been burning ever since you got back.

“I’ll go see what Daniel and Granddad are up to,” you tell Blake and Michael, “I think the soup’s almost ready and the lasagne should be done soon too, so-”

“I’ll set the table,” Michael offers. He points at the kitchen cabinets, “Is it ok if I just open them and see what I can find?”

“I’m not hiding any secrets in my kitchen cabinets, Michael,” you shoot back with a laugh. “Have at it.” You find Granddad and Daniel gossiping about Mrs Mackenzie's supposed date with Mr Maxwell last week and so you gently flick Daniel’s shoulder, “Oi, you two. It sounds like Soap Opera’s Digest in here.”

“This is important information, ok,” Daniel shoots back with a grin as he looks up at you. “The last I heard Mrs Mackenzie was still dating Kevin Holmes from down the road, so-”

“That ended months ago,” Granddad adds, leaning closer to Daniel. “Apparently he ran off with Mrs Clement.”

“The dentist’s wife?” Daniel seems shocked, “Did their divorce go through already? That’s quick.”

Granddad shakes his head, looking awfully pleased with himself, “It didn’t.”

Daniel gasps, clutching his chain necklace for full effect, “No!”

“Yes,” Granddad nods. “I think old Kevin will have to find himself another dentist.”

“While this has all been very entertaining,” you interrupt with a hand on Daniel’s shoulder, to keep him from saying anything else, “I came to tell you that dinner’s almost ready.” You look at Daniel, “We can wait if you want to take a shower first, I think the boiler should be full in another fifteen minutes or so.”

“Nah,” Daniel shakes his head, “I’ll shower after. It’s fine. I’m not that cold anymore anyway.”

“Alright, let’s go eat then.”

Dinner is- It’s fun. Granddad’s sitting at the head of the table, with you, Ellie and Daniel on one side and Blake and Michael on the other. Blake and Granddad are discussing the Manchester United game from last week while Michael keeps making faces at Ellie, who’s giggles fill the kitchen at steady intervals, while Daniel keeps feeding her pieces of his lasagne.

By the time everyone’s plates are empty, Ellie’s giggles have turned to yawns and so you get up and pick her up out of her high chair, “I’ll go put this one to bed, it’s been a long day for her.”

Ellie’s not too tired to insist on saying goodnight to everyone and so she gets passed from Granddad to Blake to Michael to Daniel for a goodnight hug before she’s returned into your arms and Michael tells you they’ll take care of the dishes in the meantime.

“Come on, bub,” you tell her as you head upstairs. “Let’s go see if Mr Koala’s waiting for you.”

Ellie’s asleep before you even make it to her bedroom and you figure there’s no harm done in skipping brushing her teeth for once, instead gently lying her down in her cot, pressing a kiss to her forehead before you quietly whisper, “Goodnight my sweet girl. Momma loves you very much.”

When you get back downstairs the kitchen is spotless and you can see Blake drying the last of the dishes while Michael wipes the counter clean and then Daniel steps into view, “We’ll check up on the girls before we head home, ok?”

You start to protest, “Daniel-”

“Nope,” he counters with a smile “You stay here. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

You smile at him, “Yep.”

Daniel waits until Blake and Michael have said their goodbyes and made it past him to the mud room before he takes a step forward and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, "I'll text you the address when I get home, ok?"

"You do that," you tell him, your voice barely above a whisper because God, you really want to kiss him.

***

“Watch out for that brown one,” Daniel tells Michael with a nod towards Betsy, “she bites.”

“Good to know, mate.”

Daniel chuckles, “The white one is alright, you can pet her if you want.”

“Yeah, nah, I’m good,” Michael shoots back with a grin, focusing instead of filling the feeder with the bucket of grains Daniel handed him earlier. He clears his throat then, “So tell me again how we ended up here? Offering to check up on some spooked Alpacas? You playing house with Oscar’s granddaughter wasn’t exactly on my bingo card for this year, mate.”

Daniel laughs, “Wasn’t on mine either to be honest, but-”

“But?”

“I don’t know,” Daniel offers with a shrug. “I like it.” He corrects himself then, “I like her. A lot. So-”

“Daniel,” Michael starts, hesitating a little then, which tells Daniel his best friend is going to say something serious and maybe important. “You know I’ve always got your best interest at heart, right?” Michael waits for Daniel to nod before he takes a deep breath and continues, “You’ve got a lot going on right now and I don’t know if this is-” He holds up his hand when Daniel wants to interrupt, “I’m worried it’s going to cloud your judgement, ok? I can tell you like her very much and I haven’t seen you this settled-” he air-quotes the word, “-in a long time but you’ve only known her for what? A week-and-a-half? You’ve been in this sport for much longer than that, don’t-”

“I won’t,” Daniel says, trying his hardest to keep his voice neutral and not make it sound like he’s defending himself. He knows Michael’s right, of course he does. After all, he came to the same conclusion earlier today. Yes, he likes her, and yes, he would like to see where this goes, but he also knows it wouldn’t be fair to her or himself to take that into consideration when it comes to his future in Formula One. He looks up at Michael then, “If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be, right?

“Maybe you should talk to her before you leave,” Michael offers with a kind smile. “Just to see where you both stand and to make sure you go into this with the same expectations, you know?”

“Yeah,” Daniel rubs his face. “Yeah, I should.”

Blake walks into the shed then, soaking wet and looking as miserable as ever, “So I checked the fence-.”

“Uhu,”

“-and it’s still standing.” Blake deadpans with a blank stare.

Daniel chuckles, “Thanks, mate. Let’s go home, eh?”

#Daniel Ricciardo #F1 Fanfic #Daniel Ricciardo x reader #F1 Imagine #DR3 #Harley Sunday x Daniel Ricciardo #Feels Like Home

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diedraechin · 6 months

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Dropping a snippet

As I usually do when I've given the next chapter to Io to edit...

It's time for the Four Continents in Osaka!

“I know we’re all thinking the same thing and I don’t know why we aren’t asking, so I’m going to put a stop to this small talk.” Maddy stepped forward and planted herself in front of Yuuri. “What happens to you when you come to Japan?! You dress like all the other college schlubs in Detroit, but you come to Japan and then this happens? Are those Louboutins?” She pointed at his feet and Yuuri looked down at his shoes.

Yuuri lifted his foot and twisted his ankle around so he could look at the dark brown suede ankle boot. He had no idea how Maddy could even guess at the brand. He shrugged. “They’re… shoes. I didn’t ask. Why would I ask about my shoes? You know, I didn’t choose any of this. I had to film a variety show thing and this is what my manager told me to wear. She doesn’t think I should be allowed to pick out my own clothes.” He looked down at the dark plaid pants he was wearing. They wouldn’t have been something he’d pick out on his own necessarily, but he didn’t think they looked that bad. He kind of wanted to keep them. Was that even an option? He had been told to keep some of the pieces from the No Non shoot the day before…

Caro started laughing. “The best part of that whole answer was Yuuri lifting up his foot to examine his shoe, obviously trying to figure out how Maddy could tell what brand the shoes were just to give up while flashing the red soles to the rest of us mere mortals.”

“Red soles?” And sure enough, when Yuuri looked at the bottom of his shoe, the soles were BRIGHT red. “I thought that was a fancy high heel thing?”

Phichit patted his knee. “Oh, Yuuri, it’s a brand thing. He designs men’s shoes too.”

“Please someone text this to Viktor because he’ll probably start crying that his best friend is wearing Louboutins and didn’t even realise it and just shrugged. Please.” Matt laughed.

“Does anyone here have his SNS?” Steph asked. “Because I don’t. He doesn’t really give it out.”

“I do.” Yuuri grinned. “But I’m not texting him that.”

#yuri on ice #bysoti(d)#bear your soul on the ice #sassy writes #yuuri katsuki

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Sweater Weather. | J.JH (M) Part 2 <3

prologue- “I wish you could see the way i see you.” + “This might sound crazy but can i kiss you?”

tw- friend’s older brother!jaehyun x fem!y/n. sungchan is jaehyun’s younger brother. y/n has the fattest crush on jae and he finds it rly cute. cute fluff moments here and there. he loves that y/n is a little bit innocent. he kinda just wants to keep y/n in his pocket. Soft fluff nothing smut related bc the way I wrote this was a different vibe.

notes- Heavily inspired by Sweater Weather By Neighbourhood. <3

tag list- @kae-t-eee <3 @j69no <3 @pretiurs <3 @seodami <3 @humongouscowboyskeletonranch <3 @hwaluvx <3 @caramelhyunn <3 @seokjinnjuice <3 @revie-ann <3 @ytzvivi <3

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two weeks has passed and you finally stopped tutoring sungchan because he had the upcoming tests which will prove if he was even listening to you the entire time.

you weren’t necessarily too fussed if he didn’t pass but you would be happier if he did, considering the amount of work he made you tutor him. it would be nice to see him see a difference in his grades.

right now your class has been dismissed and after that you had no class on, nothing planned or scheduled either. So you took your time packing up your school bag, putting forth the text books and pencil case in it.

“Y/n!”

Sungchan runs up to you like there was no tomorrow possible— you turn around in slight surprise as he saw you jump. He really needs to stop sneaking up on you, doesn’t he realise you have one life only? The boy smiles ear to ear as he would open up a grade report card.

He widely shows to the girl the red grades with eighty percent in both English and calculus class. She looks up at Sungchan with curved eyebrows. “Oh my god that’s amazing sungchan, I knew you could do it.”

You clap your hands but the boy went to leap-frog hug you, quite literally make you almost stumble and lose your balance. Sungchan widely exclaims.

“Without you it wasn’t possible, believe me! But thank you so much again y/n.” Sungchan tells letting go off the sudden hug he has placed on you. Your cheeks turn a light reddish colour. You weren’t used to being thanked, at least not as much as Sungchan especially when it really was just… tutoring?

you give him a slight nudge to his elbows. “come on it’s not like i really did some wonderful thing. i’m sure anyone would tutor you if they were in my place.” Sungchan gives you a short glance. “but not as good as you, that’s for sure.”

he thinks you’re good. Y/n blinks in another set of surprises but nods slowly. you pick up your bag from the desk putting it on one shoulder, you fix your cardigan that you’re wearing as well the flowy black skirt and knee high socks.

Sungchan would see you walk past him bowing goodbye but then he reaches to hold them hem of your shirt line a lost puppy; as if he had more to say. You turn around raising an eyebrow.

“Uhm, remember how my brother invited you to the trip down to the villa?”

Y/n slowly nods, murmuring softly towards the boy. Sungchan hums. “It’s today. When I come home we’ll be leaving immediately. Do you want to tag along still?”

“But that’s really…too much to accept— I feel bad.” You begin to spit jambles but sungchan paused you with finger placed between your lips. You immediately seal your lips shut. This was really sudden too. Sungchan curls a smile.

“Think of it like a holiday because you helped me a lot. Yeah? So please tag along my brother never invites anyone down to the villa!”

And that’s exactly how you got yourself in this situation. You were residing in the jung villa that was actually on a cute little private beach. It was meant to be relaxing but you felt far from it.

You explore inside the villa a little bit. Sungchan was nowhere to be seen, as he was most likely packing, so you took your free curiosity to sneak around the rooms.

One room instantly welcomes you into music glory. It was as if your candy store needed a definition, this would be it. Room aesthetically pleasing with white and red band posters, followed with the Neighbourhood, Cigarettes after sex and many more. There was multiple layers of shelves holding large vinyls. On the other side there was a book shelf ton of CDS and a player next to it.

Y/n’s lips carve into a circle, wowing with big gasps unable to keep the excitement in. Your body froze like a grounding tree in middle of nowhere, feeling rooting to the floor, clearing taking in the situation.

Your brown sparkling eyes pry on the vinyl section, running down fingertips to the covers of very famous banging tunes; Michael Jackson, Elvis Presley… you felt like were like in multiple universes.

“I love that one too.”

Jaehyun soon beams out of nowhere behind your shoulders, peaking down at your hands who were busily holding on one of the cigarette after sex’s vinyl. He felt your entire soul jump out your body, because when you turned around your lips fell into a small soft spoken shout.

“Oh! I’m sorry I-“ you look down pushing the vinyl back where it belongs. Y/n turns to look at Jaehyun who flashes her a little smile. “I was being nosey.” You respond. The man leans closer to the section where you used to stand, grabbing out the same album you pick out earlier.

He wipes the little dust left on. “You’re free to roam wherever you want y/n.” Jaehyun encourages, in fact the point of staying here was to enjoy yourself.

You watch him walk to the vinyl player as he took it out, pushing it into the clipping brown rustic structure; it was an antique, it looks as expensive and valuable than you could imagine a normal vinyl not being able to compare it together. Your body larks behind Jaehyun who was much taller than you.

The music softly coos out like magical words. Jaehyun turns to you. “Do you like cigarettes after sex?”

“I love cigarettes after sex actually. How about you..?” Y/n gestures with her little hands that he quickly caught on. He grins. “Me too. My favourite band.”

The quiet room was filled with the music playing gently, soothing these two to enjoy their sense of love for music. Seemingly you and jaehyun have a lot in common— more than you could admit. The both of you enjoy listening to the same music, especially in your free time. Your favourite food would be pizza. Favourite fruit is a peach. Then there was obviously lots of difference between you and jaehyun.

He was good at sports. You were not, in fact you would wish sports (cough mostly in schools) was banned. It’s more like you hate doing it, but you wouldn’t mind watching sports. Just as long as you stayed away from a ball and running on a field.

Jaehyun sucks badly at drawing. You were good at it. You enjoy calculus and english more in school than any other subject. Jaehyun enjoys korean literature and history. You both somehow ended up bashing on physics though, no one likes physics.

But most important you and jaehyun speak about high school musical. You guys are absolute simps for high school musical, and you even told him that y’all should watch it together. He was more than happy to go up on that offer.

“Y/n, Hyung!”

The voice distraught your conversation to shatter into silence as both heads turn the same way, standing in the doorway was a very wild looking Sungchan; he had yellow flip swimming flops, goggles on his head and shirtless as he swore swimming trunks.

He puts his hands on his hips, sassily eyeing you and his brother together. “What are you guys doing? Seriously come to the water it’s hella refreshing out there!”

He immediately reaches for your hand dragging you out to the back of the villa house where the shore would be located at. Jaehyun was left stunned as he follows along casually,

You stutter multiple jambles overlapping your words as Sungchan flung you and him into the cold sea water, the waves crashing you back to the shore. You would be met with pale feet as you look up seeing it was Jaehyun standing in front of you.

He bends down with his hand out. Y/n slowly taking it as Jaehyun helps you up. He notices the wet sweater and skirt sticking on your skin like paper. He softly mutters.

“You’re soaking, what if you get sick? he should at least think about your safety.” Jaehyun chides scolding, watching the younger boy in the distance jumping about like a hyperactive squirrel on caffeine.

You laugh suddenly loudly which made Jaehyun to glance at you in surprise. You hold your stomach a little, giggling.

“That was fun actually. Won’t you join us?” You happily ask jumping up and down into the cold water that actually— somehow eased your mood up. As if it was your source of energy. Or maybe it was because the moment was absolutely beautiful. The reddish orange sunset in the background with white transparent clouds, the soft romanticising breeze blowing through your wet curly locks, brushing by your smooth skin and flowy skirt a little.

He came to a realisation that this was the first time he heard you and possibly saw you smile so happily without a single worry or care flowing in your brain. You were in the moment, enjoying it, seizing it like it was the ultimate opportunity to getaway. Jaehyun would watch you wait for him, in middle of the strong beautiful waves flowing back and forth.

You were a sunshine ray, underneath those rims of clouds blocking your shining light.

Hearing no quicker response your hand instead reaches for the wrist pulling the body mass with force. Jaehyun was flung towards your body into the ocean, as you freely swim around watching the man fall into the water. You sit up, twirling into the water.

Splashing Sungchan and Jaehyun at once. The two boys chuckle at your super sudden child-youthful happiness that they never really expected you to have. You are most beautiful when you are happy.

In that moment this will be a memory you will never forget.

After Sungchan’s shanigians, all of you would be curled on the couch at once with a long thick fur texture blanket. The tv was on and the trio were watching one of the high school musical parts.

Sungchan was completely bored out of his mind to the point he slept, leaving you and Jaehyun in the middle together curling watching with anticipation and excitement.

You tut with squeaky voices when ‘Start of something new’ finished. Jaehyun on the other hand was completely mesmerising you from the sidelines, admiring your side profile, the way your eyes exquisitely never miss a single thing, there would always be a thing you catch on quick like a button. Jaehyun loves the way you remind him of so many things, make him feel so many things. You remind him of the ocean waves earlier, they were so calming and beautiful but have their hidden moments that makes them unpredictable.

You remind him of the morning sunrise, because you make him realise that he wants to see you everyday in his life the more he gets closer to you.

You were the epitome of raw beauty.

“Jaehyun you should sing for me.” Y/n suddenly urges as she turns to face the man who was lovestuck at this point. “Hmm what do you want me to sing?”

The girl lays back humming loudly as she thinks. You sit up suddenly in your position when a brilliant idea struck you. “Sweater weather by the neighbourhood. Because today really reminded me of that.”

“The beach was perfect. This entire place is amazing.”

He hears you say.

“Come out with me then.” Jaehyun would suddenly speak as he stands up. He would be wearing those loose pyjama red checkered pants with slippers on and a loose white shirt exposing those prominent collarbones that left you drooling. You blink wondering what could he possibly be leading you to, but without hesitation you take his hand.

You trust him. He smiles gently as he leads you outside to the sandbox beach, keeping a hold on your hand as he starts to shift you around into a twirl. He was dancing with you, slow dancing at that.

Your body stiffens at the movement, but trying your best to let yourself loose and follow along. Jaehyun’s earthy husk tone later fills your head with nothing but the enteral melody,

As he sang exactly the lyrics of sweater weather just for you. Spinning you round his body in the night cold harsh breeze that never stop you. Y/n would be wearing as well oversized shirt and shorts, something that wasn’t hers May you add.

This was actually Jaehyun’s clothes. He was more than ready to offer some for you.

Jaehyun remarks that stuns you quite a bit. “I wish you could see the way i see you.”

You were left in the open confused by his confession, in reality Jaehyun meant was that he wishes for you to notice how amazing you actually are, because in your own eyes you could never see how much of a loving caring person you are to deserve everything in this world. Y/n looks up at him as he pulls you closer and closer very carefully and slowly.

“What do you mean?” You let out. He looks down at his hands that wrap themselves in yours warmly sharing the body temperatures together against the cold night upon them.

“You’re breathing taking. You sweep me off my feet. You genuinely make me feel like I’m floating, you…” He leans closer whispering. “You’re a lot of amazing things, but you don’t realise it.”

“So that’s what I mean by I wish how you could see you through my eyes.”

Now who would’ve thought the Jung Jaehyun would be so overally engaged and whipped for you and just for you. The way those words roll off his tongue and lips like a romantic poetry. You stand quiet, rather stunned but your eyes were speaking to him things you want to say too. Things you were longing deeply to express and now is your chance to.

“Touch my neck and i’ll touch yours.”

He sang familiar lyrics that make your heart thump in your chest, as if it was ready to escape and burst out to freely roam. Jaehyun softly moving his hands, round your neck tightly his lashes gazing into your round bambi eyes that gave him such innocence. It felt like Disney love. Puppy love.

You caught on quick by wrapping arms around him as you decided it’s time to make your move. Maybe you should make it clear that you do like him, a lot, that you have the massive biggest fattest crush on this man standing in front of you, having hands wrapped round you like a piece of clothing unable to let go off your body. As your feet tip toe, face soon hovers over his and Jaehyun stands still.

“This might sound crazy, but can i kiss you?” He whispers to you, almost scared to now you’ll flat out reject him with discomfort. But instead, as he saw your head grow taller the more you tip toe… he felt a pair of lips roaming freely on his own.

The moment the lips touch together it felt like two pieces of puzzles connecting and fitting instantly, it was perfect chemistry, a perfect Cupid match sent from heaven. Jaehyun swears he felt his own soul ascending to another dimension. It made his heart flutter more now that it was you, who made the first move clear. He returns it as much passion as you shared, pouring all your love and emotion in it.

He felt it. He was touched by it. More importantly, he acknowledges it.

In between the kisses you murmur to make it even more clear to the man. “Jae..” the man didn’t listen as he was far too lost in the moment. he was going back to reconnect your lips once again but you broke it off by speaking.

You confidently tell him. “I. Love. You.” Jaehyun lightly smirks leaning in, pecking your lips that he truly can’t get enough of.

“I love you too, darling.” He caressed your face, pulling into another deep kiss sharing between you two.

You fell first but little did you know Jaehyun fell way harder than you could ever imagine to think.

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In Love And Grief

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: El Hopper was unsure to her older sister’s behaviour. After the fall of Hawkins, you had been avoiding everyone, and they knew it was because of Eddie. His death had shaken your core. But El never truly understood until she caught a glimpse of how powerful grief really is.

request for @omgyoufoundnemostuff (who literally created this whole idea and it’s amazing)

Warnings: grief, mentions of death, pain and tears my loves

Word count: 5k (I got emotionally invested)

[A/N: this is pure sadness i apologise and i also apologise if it's bad cause i couldn't physically see what i was writing through my tears]

IN LOVE AND GRIEF

“Why are you so sad?”

El had been open to new experiences ever since leaving the lab, realising more and more of how it felt to truly be human. She was learning of things she would never understand locked in a bare room.

But one thing she truly couldn’t understand, was the power of grief.

She felt sad, of course. Max was in a coma, one El wasn’t sure she could pull her out of. But it wasn’t grief necessarily.

She had felt it when Hopper was claimed dead, something chipped at her heart, but she had always been open about her feelings. Joyce, Jonathan, and Will had all been there for her, listening and offering advice. So when she got him back, she was more than ecstatic to say the least.

But then there was you.

When Hopper had died, she had seen your sadness. She had been with you through it, caring for eachother as you both lost a father.

But when he came back, surprising you both at the cabin, that sadness never left your heart. And El couldn’t bear to see you like that. So, she started asking questions.

“Why is Y/n so sad?” El asks, looking to her boyfriend as he slips on his shoes, ready to return home after a long day with her in the cabin.

“Huh?” He whips his head up, frowning.

“Y/n.” She repeats, biting her bottom lip. “She doesn’t speak to me.”

“She’s…” Mike tries to find the right words, standing. “She’s just grieving, I guess. Eddie was her boyfriend. Look, I really need to get home before my mom freaks out but if you need me, just call, okay?”

He gives her a quick peck on her forehead before rushing out the door and leaving her sat in her own confusion.

Grieving. That’s what Mike had said. But surely you would be feeling better? After all, it had been months since Eddie’s death.

So many questions blurred through her mind, leaving a gnawing feeling in her stomach. She hated that you were hurting. And she wanted to understand, so that you didn’t feel alone anymore.

Once the front door closed, El quickly rushed out to greet Hopper, accepting the bags of groceries and helping him carry them to the kitchen.

“Thanks, kid.” Hopper smiles, setting out the food on the counter. He grabbed some plates out and couldn’t risk glancing at the door opposite the kitchen space, something unreadable in his expression. “Your sister been out of her room today?”

“No.” El shakes her head, frowning, “Why doesn’t she join us anymore?”

Hopper sighs, setting aside one of the plates. It was something he did regularly now, dishing out your food and bringing it to your room instead of having you sit at the table with the rest of them.

When he doesn’t answer, El prompts him more. “Is it because of Eddie? Because… because she lost him?”

Setting down the cutlery in his hand, he turns back to her and offers a thin smile. “She’ll be fine, okay? Nothing a little space won’t take care of.”

“But-”

“It’s better to stay out of it, kid.” He dismisses, pulling out something from the bag, “Hey, look. I got Eggos.”

El simply smiles before he turns his back, her eyes drifting to your bedroom door. Hopper told her to leave it alone, and usually she would listen. But you were her sister. And if you’ve taught her anything, it’s that sisters stick together.

“Why are you so sad?”

You sit up in your bed, slipping the headphones from your ears and resting them around your neck. El must have knocked, but you were too busy drowning out your thoughts to hear her.

“What do you mean?” You ask softly as she joins you on the bed, a worried frown on her face.

“Is it because of Eddie?”

Once his name left her lips, you felt your mouth go dry, and it all came rushing back. The laughs, the grins. The tears… the death.

“Yes.” You finally reply with a whisper, bringing your knees to your chest and willing the tears to stay away.

“Hopper said that you’ll be fine.” El relays, resting a hand on your shoulder and you let out a breathy laugh.

“That’s because Hopper doesn’t understand.” You sigh, attempting a brief smile at your sister.

“Why not?” She questions and you shrug.

“Because he didn’t know him like I did.”

Hopper made it very clear that he didn’t like Eddie Munson.

From the very first day of Freshman year, you had come home rambling about a new friend you made. You were over-excited to say the least, expressing how you found someone who liked the same music and was just as weird as you were. And Hopper rejoiced in that, knowing you struggled to make friends. Until he found out it was a boy.

Now, he tried his best to be patient, only being as involved as you would let him. But not after a few good rants to Joyce where she ultimately put him in his place and gave advice he would be dumb not to take. Joyce was always right.

It wasn’t until he learned of who this friend was that Hopper started to really have a problem.

Munson was a family name that he wasn’t exactly fond of. There were always reports of criminal activity marked around that name, stemming from robbery to possible suspects in murder. He knew Wayne Munson, a brother to said criminal, and found the man really just kept to himself. But he couldn’t help having low expectations of the younger boy.

The first time you had invited Eddie around was the first time you had seen your dad act strange. Eddie didn’t live too far from the trailer you lived in at the time, practically a five minute walk between homes, so the idea of having him for dinner wasn’t out of place.

Your dad had been cold and quiet, insisting on your door being open at least three inches when you and Eddie were doing homework. He made sure to always just be there, and when you questioned it, he simply glared and walked away. You were surprised Eddie even stayed your friend after that.

By your Senior year, you and Eddie were closer than ever. You and he formed the Hellfire Club, bringing out your combined joy of DnD and reaching out to kids that didn’t fit in. It meant Eddie visited more often, having to come to your cabin since moving out of the trailer.

And Hopper didn’t like that one bit. Maybe it was because El had just joined your small family, and Hopper was adamant on keeping her a secret. You knew about everything that had happened in Hawkins, the demogorgons and alternate dimensions. None of which you ever told Eddie. In reality, you just wanted to pretend like it never happened. You and Hopper had fought frequently that year.

“Why can’t you just leave us alone?” You ask, exasperated. Your dad had thrown Eddie out after ‘sitting too close’ with him on your bed and you were bound to be angry at him. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you!” Hopper yelled, but you didn’t flinch. “It’s him I don’t trust!”

“Eddie is a good guy!” You insisted and he scoffed, moving away to grab a beer from the fridge. “You just won’t give him a chance!”

“Trust me, I know boys like that.” He laughs coldly, leaning against the counter after taking a long sip. “They want one thing and one thing only. Don’t think I’m stupid, I know exactly what you two have been doing.”

You scrunch your face before letting out a harsh breath. “It’s not like that. And you’re not stopping me from seeing him. He...”

“Hm?” Hopper raises his eyebrows, crossing his arms and tilting his head at you.

“He’s my boyfriend.” You say, raising your chin and looking your dad in the eye.

You expected him to shout, to send you to your room and ban you from ever contacting Eddie again. Instead, to your surprise, he just laughed.

“Yeah, right.” Hopper grabbed his beer and walked to his chair.

“I’m not lying.” You frown, following him and stepping in front of the TV, making him groan.

“Come on, can you-” He starts, but you just fold your arms and stare at him. “Look, kid, I don’t care what he said or what you think he said. I’ve been through the high school sweetheart thing before and let me tell you this… you might think it’s forever, but you’re really just fooling around and he will be on to the next girl after graduation.”

Your eyes fill with tears and Hopper’s face drops.

“Shit.” He mutters, setting down his drink.

Before he can say anything else, you’re already storming off, slamming your bedroom door shut and he sighs, rubbing his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees El pop her head around her door and widen her eyes in confusion. Hopper knew he hadn’t handled the situation well, but he just wanted to protect you.

After that, Hopper was still convinced you and Eddie were nothing more than a fling. And when Eddie ended up not graduating with you that year, he had figured you’d grow out of him and move on with your life.

But your dad severely underestimated your feelings for Eddie Munson.

“You loved him?” El asks and you quickly nod, wiping a stray tear that fell down.

“I still do.” You shrug, and she thinks for a moment before bringing her head up to meet your eyes.

“Can I… see?”

“What?” You frown and she reaches out to hold your hand.

“I can go through memories, see the Eddie you knew.” She explains and your breath hitches.

“I don’t know…”

“Please.” El squeezes your hand and you sigh.

“Okay.” Finally agreeing, El shuffles to sit in front of you, crossing her legs.

She points to the radio on your bedside table and you hesitantly reach over to find an empty station, turning up the static until your sister nodded. Her eyes drifted around your room and you follow her gaze, watching as it landed on something that made your heart wrench. You lean across and pluck it from the table, handing it to her without another thought.

As she looks down at the black and white bandana, she takes a breath and looks back up.

“This will be kind of weird.” She says and you raise an eyebrow. “I have to go into your mind.”

“Of course you do.” You breathe out, watching as she ties the bandana around her eyes.

“Think of him.” She instructs quietly.

Her hands reach out and you catch them in yours. After a moment, you close your eyes and feel your mind start to drift to thoughts of Eddie. His hair, his rings, his smile.

And then, as you sit there with those memories, El finds them. And it was like she brought him to life again.

1981

You sat down in your last class of the day, fiddling with your jacket as the other Freshman students piled into their seats. You had chosen a spot at the very back, adamant on keeping to yourself. High school so far was as you expected; lonely.

Maybe it was because you were the daughter to the chief of police. Or maybe you just didn’t have the correct people skills. But everyone else here seemed to know exactly who they were friends with, and you hadn’t talked to another person since arriving.

The class was starting just as the door to the room swung open, the teacher rolling their eyes and ushering them inside. You kept your head down, doodling on the front page of your notebook. It started off as a flower but slowly grew into a hell-bent demon breathing fire. You had no clue why, either.

As the teacher started to drone about atoms, you hear a small cough next to you and you lift your head up to meet a pair of big brown eyes.

“Hey, do you have a pencil I can borrow?” He asks and for a moment, you don’t register what he’s saying. “And, uh… paper?”

“Sure.” You say hesitantly, ripping a page from your notebook and sliding it over with a sharpened pencil.

“Thank you.” The boy said breathlessly.

For the next few minutes, you couldn’t really focus on the class. Because you felt your eyes drifting to the boy next to you. The brunette had curly hair, falling just below his ears which implied he was growing it out. He wore a ring on his left hand that glinted against the fluorescent lights anytime he shifted in his seat. His ripped jeans and worn out long sleeved tee almost reflected your own dark outfit and you couldn’t help but think that if you were to make any friends in this place, you’d want it to be him.

So, as another minute ticked by, you made your move.

“I like your shirt.” You say quietly, eyes on the teacher to avoid being caught.

“Hm?” The boy looks at you with wide eyes, clearly surprised as to why you were speaking to him.

“Your shirt.” You repeat, risking a glance at him with a small smile. “Black Sabbath? So cool.”

You could see his wide grin from the corner of your eye as you continued shading in your sketch, the lesson long forgotten now. The teacher didn’t seem overly bothered about their students paying attention anyway since a group of boys in front of you hadn’t stopped talking since the lesson began.

“You know Black Sabbath?” He questions and you nod into your hand, elbow rested on the table.

“Yeah.” You shrug, “Last year, their lead singer bit a bat’s head off on stage. It was so-”

“Metal.” He finishes and you stop your sketch, looking at him. His eyes were searching yours, looking for answers, trying to figure you out.

“Definitely.” You grinned.

That day had been the day you met your best friend, your soulmate. You never spent time apart, not really. And as the years progressed, you only became closer.

1983

After everything that had happened at the beginning of the month, the only thing you had yearned for was normality. Demogorgons, superpowers, alternate dimensions. All of it was swarming around in your mind, poisoning your nightmares. You just wanted to forget any of it happened. To feel safe.

“Hey, look what I found.”

Eddie pulls something from under his bed, holding it up in victory before popping his head back into view, grinning.

“Wow.” You respond, slowly nodding. “It’s… wow.”

Eddie sends you a glare before jumping back onto the bed, the springs of the mattress reacting and causing you to jostle a bit. He slipped the found ring onto his finger, the silver joining his other ring as a pair and you tilt your head.

“See? They’re a set.” He smiles and you shake your head in amusement. “Okay, so, there’s meant to be three but two will do. I mean, I could...”

As Eddie rambles on about the rings he bought when he was a kid, your mind kept drifting back to the demogorgon you had fought in Jonathan Byers’ house. In the end, fire had been the only thing to take it. You couldn’t stop replaying the image in your mind, the flames dancing along pale grey skin.

“Earth to Y/n?” Eddie’s hand waves in front of your face and you snap back into the present, raising your head.

“Huh?”

Your best friend shuffled closer to you, dipping his head to meet your eyes. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah.” You attempt a smile, shrugging it off, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Hm, yeah, don’t believe that for a second.” He narrows his eyes before suddenly grabbing your face, causing you to widen your eyes in surprise as he pulls you closer so your foreheads rested against eachother. “Tell me all your secrets.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped from your mouth, causing his cheeks to dimple at the sound.

“Okay, okay!” You swat his hands away, still smiling. “God, you’re so weird.”

“Please, we wouldn’t be friends if I was normal.” He retorted and you laugh, nodding. “Seriously, whatever’s going on… you can tell me.”

“I…” You sigh, fingers fiddling with a loose piece of thread on his jeans, “I guess I’ve just been feeling a little overwhelmed, lately.”

“Everything okay at home?” Eddie frowns, taking your hand in his and you quickly nod.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. It’s just…” You tighten your lips. You couldn’t tell him what really happened. He didn’t deserve to be dragged into that mess. “School, you know? I-I’m pretty sure I’m falling behind.”

It wasn’t a lie. Since Will’s disappearance, you had been all over the place trying to help your friends that you hadn’t been focusing on school work. Your usual A’s and B’s had plummeted dramatically.

“Well that won’t do.” Eddie says, straightening and leaning over the edge of the bed to pull back up a few books laying on the floor. “We better get started.”

“What?” You let out a breathy laugh as he opens a textbook, looking up at you.

“We’re gonna study. Together.” He smiles, shrugging as if it didn’t bother him at all.

You watch as he picks up the pencil marking the page like a bookmark, slipping it behind one ear as he searched for the unit you were studying. A smile tugged at your lips.

Eddie always stuck by your side and never once complained about it. Every part of you adored this boy. You wouldn’t admit it before, but those butterflies in your stomach meant more than just gratitude. And that feeling in your chest would hold one of your favourite memories to come.

Because, as you stared at the boy in front of you, you knew this night was different.

That was the night you realised you were falling in love.

1984

The Winter Formal wasn’t an occasion you had looked forward to.

After volunteering at the middle school, you came to realise that these dances didn’t take your fancy. From the decorations to the music, you didn’t ever expect to have fun.

Standing at the side with Nancy, you took a sip of your drink and watched as your friend continued staring at a boy in a suit not far from you and you giggled.

“What?” She asks with a small smile.

“Just ask him to dance.” You say knowingly. And, with a sigh, she sends you a grateful smirk and walks over to him.

The smile didn’t leave your lips when you watched Nancy and Jonathan swaying to the music amongst all the other couples. They deserved it after the roller-coaster of a term you had.

It wasn’t until you felt a pat on your shoulder that your night improved miraculously. Because, stood in front of you in a suit that surely shouldn’t look that incredible on him, was Eddie Munson.

“Eddie?” You laugh as he shrugs shyly, soon adopting a grin as he leans on the table.

“Couldn’t let you deal with this torture by yourself, now, could I?” He says nonchalantly and you shake your head.

“Well, I’m really glad you’re here.” You smile. You didn’t miss the way he took in your appearance, eyes scanning over you. But not in the way most boys did. It was like he was taking in every little detail of your outfit, a shine in his eyes.

“You look amazing.” He says breathlessly and you couldn’t help the blush that crept onto your cheeks.

It had been a little over a year since you realised you were in love with your best friend. But, in that time, you’ve had to deal with the Upside Down and every little thing that came with it. You didn’t want to ruin what you and he had, especially since Eddie was the only thing in your life that made you feel safe.

“Not so bad yourself.” You reply, bumping his shoulder playfully and he straightens, pretending to adjust his tie.

“Oh, this old thing?” He jokes and you smile as he leans into you. “Wayne let me borrow it so please don’t let me spill anything.”

“I got you.” You assure and he toasts an imaginary drink to you.

For the majority of the night, you both stand by the table chatting for what seems like hours in the best kind of way. The music changed, people moving around you, but it didn’t matter.

“So…” Eddie pouts, resting his hand on his chin as he looks up at you from the table. You raise an amused brow and his eyes drift to the dance floor behind you. “Wanna dance?”

You struggle with words and just stare at him. Never did you imagine that Eddie would be willingly asking you to dance with him.

“I… what?” You say, dumbfounded and he chuckles, stepping towards you.

Making it as dramatic as he could, he graciously bows before extending his hand that no held three rings, looking up with a grin. “May I have this honour?”

You look at him with a purse of your lips, trying to hide the smile pushing its way to the surface. “You’re most definitely a weirdo, Eddie Munson.”

He laughs at your comment but is pleasantly surprised when you take his hand and start pulling him to the dance floor.

“But you’re my weirdo.” You say, and you had never seen Eddie’s face light up as much as it did in that moment.

As you held onto eachother, gently swaying to the music, you felt safe in his arms once again, like it was only you two in the room. Your heart beat faster with every touch until you gently pull away and look up at him.

His eyes searched yours one hand letting go of your waist and gently cupping your cheek. No words were needed to be spoken, no second thoughts. Everything you needed to know was in the way you both slowly leant in to eachother, barely daring to breathe.

It was a kiss you’d never forget. Not when it was meant to be.

1985

The Battle of Starcourt had been the worst day of your life.

Coming out of the burning building to find Joyce and El crying into eachother’s arms, you immediately knew what had happened. Even after his promise, your dad had died saving the lives of this town.

For the rest of the summer, you and El had been mourning. And you had to admit, having a little sister was one of the best things to happen to you. And after losing Hopper, you needed that little piece of family to survive.

It was Joyce that first suggested you move with them to California. She had taken you and El into her care, welcoming you to the Byers family, for which you were entirely grateful. Initially, the idea of moving was the worst idea in your mind. You didn’t want to leave your friends, the kids. You didn’t want to leave Eddie.

In fact, you only left Hawkins because Eddie convinced you to.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Eddie smiled at you, fingers brushing away a loose strand of hair covering your face. “It’s okay, remember?”

“I hate this.” You mutter, resting your forehead against his.

Around you, the others were loading the last of the boxes into the van and starting their goodbyes. You were leaving with the Byers to go live in California. And now you had to say goodbye.

“We’ll call as much as you want.” Eddie soothes and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “This doesn’t have to be goodbye.”

“It’s not.” You say, pulling back to look at his doe-like eyes. “But I don’t know when I’ll be back. I mean…”

Your eyes drifted to the envelope still grasped tightly in your hand and Eddie nods, sighing.

Hopper had left you and El letters before he died. You weren’t sure when he had written them. El’s letter held words of what he wanted to say to her when Mike started hanging around more. But yours… yours seem to have been written a long time ago.

He had talked about your mom, how she died when you were young. Then about Sarah, the sister you lost. And with all that grief you both shared, he talked about how, when you were of age, he wanted you to live your own life. He wanted you to go further than he ever had, to take the leap, to get into the college of your dreams. And you did that.

Which meant that California was the first stop in living out Hopper’s dreams for you.

“I’ll come visit.” Eddie suddenly announces and you furrow your brows.

“Eds…” You knew he didn’t have the money. Hell, to even afford a plan ticket, he’d have to be working more hours than he should.

“I know.” He mumbles into your hair, placing a kiss.

“Sweetie?” Joyce’s voice makes you turn your head to where she stood, sympathetically smiling, “We’re leaving in five minutes.”

“I’ll be right there.” You promise and she nods, sending a brief smile to your boyfriend before walking over and joining the goodbyes.

“You did it.” Eddie grins and you raise an eyebrow. “You’re getting the hell out of Hawkins.”

“Yeah.” You breathe, stepping back. You shove the letter into your back pocket and feel your hand brush against something. You widen your eyes. “Oh, right!”

Eddie sends an amused frown your way as you grab the object and hold out your hand.

“I got this for you.” You say just as you uncurl your hand, Eddie’s eyes widening as he tenderly picks up the blue ring from your palm. “So you don’t forget me. Plus, your other hand was looking a little bare so I thought I’d start the collection off.”

He slips the ring onto his right hand before grinning that smile that made your heart flutter. He pulls you in for a deep kiss, hand cupping your cheek, another on your waist. You wished you could just stay like this.

“How could I ever forget you when you’re the best thing in my life?” Eddie says once your lips are free, stroking your cheek. “You’re my forever.”

You let out a breathy laugh, tears threatening your eyes just as Joyce calls out for you.

Rather than speak, you give him one last kiss, a squeeze of your hand, before pulling away and walking towards the car, Jonathan already waiting with a sad smile.

The last thing you saw as you pulled away was Eddie’s smile, his precious wave, as you disappeared into the distance, heart aching.

You couldn’t wait to see him again.

1986

Sat in the back of the van, you all fell into a sort of silence once you passed the Hawkins sign.

Your home town was covered in a thick cloud of smoke, families packing up and leaving. The vines wrapped across the buildings made your breath hitch.

You had been shot at and chased, desperately trying to find your sister after she had been taken away. And ever since then, you’ve had to deal with the Upside Down even after you thought you had heard the last of it.

After all you had been through, you just wanted to be home again. But this didn’t feel like your home.

Clutching El’s hand, you see the Wheeler house roll into view, sharing smiles with Mike and Will. Argyle parked up and once the van doors slid open, you were greeted with smiles you thought you’d never see again.

It was a mess of hugs, your path leading you towards Robin and Steve as you all rejoiced. The three of you had been inseparable last year after being condemned to slinging ice creams for the summer.

Pulling away, you look at all the happy faces, a smile on your face. Your eyes glanced over to the boy standing not far from the group, hugging his torso. Your smile faded.

When Dustin raised his head and met your eyes, you frown.

Walking over, you shake your head. “Are you okay?”

Dustin swallows some form of guilt, shifting. You notice the silence that waved across the group, some sharing equal looks of confusion, others of sadness. Why?

Then, with a weight on your chest, you looked around once again, hoping to find that familiar grin. You had been told the party had joined the Hellfire Club. Surely they would have told him you were coming back?

“Where’s Eddie?” You ask with a small voice, your eyes looking back at Dustin. And when his face drops, so does your stomach.

He had been gently about it, pulling you aside and explaining everything that happened. From Chrissy all the way to the bats. It didn’t take long for the tears to stream down your cheeks, Dustin sharing in your hurt.

“He wanted you to have this.” Dustin sniffled, reaching into his pocket and revealing something in his palm. A choked sob left your lips.

You take the blue ring, gently stroking the surface of it and squeezing your eyes shut.

It felt like your heart had been shattered to a million little pieces.

The memories come to an end and you open your eyes, noticing your sister’s face bore matching tear stained cheeks.

Her grip on your hand was tight, her breathing heavy. You find a tissue by the side of your bed and gently wipe away the blood on her upper lip.

“You’re my forever.”

You freeze, heart pounding.

El pulls away the bandana, setting it down on the bed, as she looks up at you.

“How did you…” You shake your head. Those words…

She carefully reaches out and taps the blue ring on your right hand, smiling as she clutches her chest. El felt your pain; she had just lived it through your memories. She knew know.

“He’s still here.” El nods quietly, placing her hand over your heart as tears spill from your eyes. “And here.”

She gently taps your forehead before you pull her into a hug, squeezing your eyes shut. Once you hear the door open, however, you pull away.

“Everything alright in here?” Hopper asks, walking into the room and immediately noticing how you were desperately trying to wipe away the warm tears from your face. “Honey, what’s going on?”

He quickly crosses the room and sits beside you, pulling you into a hug. You softly cry into his shirt and he just holds you there, kissing the top of your head. When you don’t reply, his eyes drift to the girl in front of him.

“El? What happened?”

“Love.” El says quietly, stroking the fabric of the black and white bandana in her hands.

Hopper frowns. “Love?”

“She loved him.” El explains with a shaky breath. “Her heart was full of love. But he’s gone. And it’s broken now.”

Hopper glances between you and El, eyes drifting to the blood soaked tissue as he connects the pieces. He quickly pulls El into the hug, holding you both with a soft frown. He never knew how wrong he was about you and Eddie until it was too late.

El understood that grief now, the pure agony you felt knowing that the one you loved was gone forever.

And now, knowing how it felt, she swore to help you through it. In love and grief.

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