#i watched this when i was ten n even then i knew it was crap quality but bro i LOVED it

[reiderwriter]

Okay, I just wanted to start off and say I love your stories. They're always so good. You've reblogged one of my stories a while, and I actually squealed and scared the crap out of my friend. But yeah, I live you and your stories 💖💖💖

So I read your one story of Spencer being a soon-to-be dad, and I really like the idea of seeing Spencer and reader as actual parents just feeling the emotions. I thought something based around their daughter (because Spencer's a girl dad) hitting a milestone like walking, talking, or something even bigger like the first day of school. I don't know if that makes sense, but either way, I hope you like it!

A/N: I love the idea of new-dad Spencer. He deserves a loving family and a baby so much 😭 I combined this request with one of the prompts for @imagining-in-the-margins Kid Fic challenge which you can find the details for here! ❤️

Warnings: none, just fluff.

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You never thought leaving to go for a spa day would be one of the hardest things you'd have to do in your life, but here you were. 

In the ten months since you'd given birth to your daughter, you'd been stressed, lacking in sleep, leaking fluids from places that you forgot could have fluids leak from, and you'd been totally, irreversibly, head over heels in love. 

Both with the tiny little gremlin you'd given birth to, and with the man that you watched become a father. 

Spencer Reid was a great dad. 

He'd had a fair amount of anxiety leading up to the birth, worrying about every detail, talking to geneticists, driving you to and from each check up or attending via video call if he was on a case. After she was born, he helped out as best he could. 

For a man who had delivered a baby before and was absolutely great with his teammates' kids, he couldn't hold her for the first week without an intense look of panic crossing his features.

“Y/N, what happens if I drop her?” 

“Y/N, she sneezed. What if I got her sick?”

“Y/N, she fell asleep, I can't move.” 

A genius with an IQ of 187 slashed to 60 in front of a pretty girl. His tiny daughter had him thrown through a loop he got seriously stuck in. 

He was still helpful, and he got used to all his new duties and tasks within a week, but watching those cute clueless expressions pass over his face now and then endeared you to him that much more. 

He knew everything, but he had to learn this right there with you. 

So yes, leaving for a relaxing spa visit was hard. 

Spencer had been on a case for the last four days, his first since your daughter had arrived and the official end to his paternity leave. You'd been happy to see him get back to it, in all honesty. Spencer’s job, his research, and his work at the FBI were like muscles he needed to stretch. It wasn't that he couldn't live without them, but there would always be a part of him that felt stiff or unsure of himself without the possibilities of a case to unravel or some theorizing to do. 

You were slightly panicked at the thought of being alone with your daughter for four days, but you managed. With a phone call home every single night where he asked you about every single thing your little bundle of joy had done outside of his watchful gaze. 

Now, it was your turn. 

Spencer had insisted on it upon returning from his case. He got four nights of relative peace after 20 months of waking up with the baby, sleeping with the baby, napping when the baby napped, carrying the baby around when it became evident that she was desperately scared of not being the center of attention. 

He came back with a spring in his step, and the deep desire to see you get a solid night's rest the way he'd been able to. 

You'd tried shooting him down, multiple times, to no reward. 

“Spencer, you didn't exactly just up and go off gallivanting. You were working.”

“I was working, and I still got more rest than you. I really needed that sleep and time away, Y/N, and I think you do, too. Now, please, go away,” he'd pulled you into his arms when you'd put the baby down that night to reveal his brilliant plans. 

“Just for the night. Go away for a lovely overnight break. Not indefinitely. I love you.” His panicked confession at the end sent you into giggles, that with a few well times kisses had you reluctantly agreeing to the girls trip he'd planned you. 

The BAU girls had been roped into accompanying you on the trip, which honestly meant that he'd be getting status updates any time he asked for one. 

JJ, Penelope, Emily, and Tara were all going to strong arm you into the car if need be to carry you off to the nearest 5(ish) star Hotel and Spa. 

And that's exactly what happened. 

The man had even packed the bag for you to send you off, had made you breakfast in bed and had run to every sound your daughter had made from dusk until dawn so you didn't have to lift a finger. 

“Y/N, you're resting today.”

“But-” 

“No. No buts. Just rest.”

“At least let me hold her for a second to say goodbye.” He blinked at you for a few seconds before his stubbornly helpful face turned softer, and he quickly handed your daughter back for a small cuddle. 

With a lingering hug, you told your daughter - who absolutely did not care one bit that you would be wandering out of the house soon enough - that you'd be back in the morning, kissed your husband on the lips, and were swiftly kidnapped by JJ and Emily. 

To your credit, you lasted two whole hours before breaking down. 

The drive to the hotel was quick and peaceful, and it felt nice to breathe in the fresh air without having to also check for various baby smells. 

You checked in fast, and all gathered in the in-hotel restaurant for brunch and mimosas, and then it hit you. Another mother walked in with a stroller, and you were blubbering. 

Your bottom lip wobbled, and the rest of the world ceased to exist as you gave in to the emotions. 

You knew, of course, that you were going to have to leave your daughter at some point. It wasn't healthy for either of you to have attachment issues, and you didn't want to hinder your daughters development by sticking too close - but that didn't mean you didn't miss her. 

JJ noticed your watery eyes first. “Oh no, I know that look,” she smiled over her drink, taking a sip. 

“What? What look?” You said, but giving yourself massively away with a good sniff and watery blink. 

“You lasted longer than I did. I couldn't go half an hour without turning my car around and heading back to Henry, and I swear it was only worse with Michael.” 

You giggled a bit as you wiped your eyes. 

“Do you think… do you think we could go back? Just for a little bit. I just want to check on them.”

The women passed a look between them and then nodded back at you, obviously having expected this. 

“Actually, we didn't book any spa treatments until the afternoon. We had a feeling something like this would happen,” Tara smiled at you, and you snorted in surprise as you dabbed away your tears with a handkerchief. 

“We are laying some ground rules though,” Emily said, a stern tone fighting the playful smile on her face. 

“We can peak through a window, but we're not going in. And we're not going to call ahead and let Spencer know. The kid needs to know you feel confident in his parenting skills, and if he's just got the baby settled and you come back in, it won't be easy to calm her down again.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” you said, but you were already halfway to the car by the time you could finish the sentence. 

The girls pulled up a block away and let you walk calmly back to your front door. 

You'd since agreed to a time limit and not to unlock the door. Emily went ahead to scope out the house, communicating with JJ on the phone who was holding your hand to stop you from wringing them. 

You'd never been a part of the BAU, but somehow you felt like a team member on a case getting ready to stake out a target. 

When Emily gave you the signal, the rest of the girls gave you space, and you ducked down to peer into your ground floor window. 

Spencer was on his stomach with your daughter, and they were having what seemed like a riveting conversation. 

“And so then I obviously got tongue-tied. Like I said, Daddy isn't good at talking to people, let alone beautiful women like Mommy.” 

“Be be be da.”

“Exactly. I really embarrassed myself, actually. I went up to her and said ‘do you have a number?’ and she was so confused.”

“Ba!” 

“Yeah, she sounded like that, too. I kept talking more and more, and she couldn't understand what I meant. She thought I was asking about her age at one point. I was just getting redder and redder, and then she grabbed my hand and led me to a seat at the back of the bookshop because she thought I was sick.”

He smiled down at the infant again, still babbling to herself.

“I was sick, of course, but it was just love sickness. I still am.” 

The tears that you'd delicately wiped away earlier came back hot and heavy now as you resisted the urge to crawl through the window to your precious family. 

Spencer was telling your daughter the story of how he first asked you out, near disastrously, and from the sounds of it, he wasn't done telling stories. 

“I really love your Mommy, you know. She's wonderful.”

“Mmmm,”

“See, you think so too. Everyone thinks so.” 

“Mmmma” 

“Yes, your Mama. You’re just like her, everyone loves you, too.” 

“Mama.”

You heard Spencer's breath hitch as you closed a hand over your mouth to stop a shocked squeal from coming out. 

“T-That's right. Mama. One more time, say mama.”

“Mama,” the little baby squealed in delight, reacting to her fathers utter joy. 

“You're speaking. One more time, Mama.”

“Mama!” 

“Your mama is going to be so mad,” Spencer whispered, grabbing his daughter up in one more careful hug and kissing her face as she giggled delightfully. “We need to keep this a secret. Tomorrow, you'll have you say your first word in front of her, and we'll both act surprised, okay? Promise?”

The gargle he got in response was enough to have your shoulders shaking as the others extricated you from your own front lawn. 

Back in the car, you broke down into giggles and tears, shoulders rising and falling in sobs and laughter intermittently. 

“Is this a total psychotic break or just a symptom of seeing Spencer as a dad?” Penelope asked, nudging you with her elbow as you tried to regain your composure.

“It's… whew, it's okay. We can go back now.” 

“You sure?” JJ asked from the driver's seat, and you nodded once again.

“Yeah. I'm fine now. I'm really good.” 

The women all offered you similar smiles as you drove away, blissful and content. 

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[monimccoythings]

Alastor x Daughter!Reader III (Platonic)

Yeah, this is going to take place after the end of season 1, just after Sir Pentious has ascended and the hotel has been rebuilt into a bigger better version. I just don't know how to fit Y/N in season 1.

Reminder: Alastor is in Hell for a reason.

TW: This contains a very delicate matter, like PTSD and panic attacks, even though I wanted to keep it brief because I'm not very well versed in these kind of subjects and wanted to be careful and respectful with it, I'm not entirely satisfied with how I wrote it, I researched and looked into my past experiences, but still don't think I truly adapted it as best as I would have liked. Also several mentions of cannibalism. Brief mentions of controlling behavior.

This isn't proof read so sorry for any grammar and/or vocabulary mistakes.

Part I ｜Part II｜Part III (You are here!)

tags: @anonymousewrites, @nonetheartist, @littledolly2345, @sunnyx07, @ouroborostheunholy, @mo-0-o, @sydneyyyya @lbcreations-blog

Soft jazz music enveloped the room, accompained by a strong smell of coffee and magnolias, someone was humming quietly to the music. Somehow, it reminded you of home.

You blinked groggily, trying to get the sleep away from your eyes, and leaned on your elbow. Why was the ground so soft and cushioned?

Yor eyes shot wide open when you remebered the events that led you there. The blood, the laughter, the eyes, the smile, the radio static... Your heart started beating wildly inside your ribcage, and you suddenly found yourself gasping for air. You clutched your old dress, hoping that would alleviate the growing pressure in your chest in some way.

"Well, look who's finally awake!" Alastor left the newspaper on the table and turned towards you, if his grin was supposed to be comforting it was not working. Just the fact that he was acting so casual, as if nothing had happened in the last ninety years made everything a million times worse.

"You are quite the hide and seek champion, ma petite faon. It took several years for my shadows to casually find you and then it took even longer for me to believe you actually had been sent here, ha ha!" His neck bended in an unnatural way as he laughed.

Crap. Did he always know where you were? Was this just a game of cat and mouse for him?

As if he had read your mind, his eyes adopted a more relaxed expression that did nothing to soothe your nerves. "Well, for the last ten years you gave me quite the chase, cher. Always on the move, never stopping, from one part of the ring to the other. And then there's that seven year gap." He muttered to himself that last part.

You still felt on the verge of a panic attack. Your body couldn't and wouldn't stop shaking, and felt like reality was blurring around you. Everything was happening too fast, it brought you back to that night decades ago when you found that your beloved father had actually been a serial killer. It almost felt like it was mere minutes ago.

Alastor knew of your discomfort, your fear. He could see it as clear as a day, he could almost taste it. He had always enjoyed tasting the fear on his victims, but yours only left an aftertaste of bitterness in his mouth. It was rotten, putrid and nauseating. Maybe because it was the only fear he should never had a taste of. Watching you like this also brought him back to the night he lost you.

As he held your unmoving body in his arms, for a couple of seconds his brain stopped functioning, unable to accept what had just happened. The pain he felt was just like someone had ripped his chest open and pulled out his still beating heart, only to crush it, leaving an empty and cold hole in its place.

He had taken you to your room and laid you in the bed, tucking you in. You looked so peaceful, if your face and clothes weren't stained with blood he would have believed you were sleeping. But you would never wake up again.

The next couple of days passed in a blur, tracking down the man who had dared to do this to you and then run away, and giving him his fair punishment. And as he dragged his mutilated body through the forest... Well... the rest is history.

"Anyways! All's well that ends well! Now I found you, and you won't need to worry anymore!" His chirpy radio filtered voice portrayed some genuine happiness that didn't reach you. The bond and trust that used to tie you two together, had been damaged beyond repair. And Alastor knew. That didn't mean he was going to give up, though.

Before he had the chance to make things even more awkward between you two, the door bursted open, revealing several people behind it.

"Oh, you're awake, that's so great! We were all sooo worried since Al suddenly brought you here, and you seemed passed out, we didn't know if you were alive or-" The blonde haired demon kept rambling, but you barely listened to her, way too much in shock. Behind her, there was a bunch of demons: a winged cat who would be rather doing anything else than be there, a tiny cyclops with a psychotic and perky smile; a spider demon who, if anything, looked confused; a taller cyclops demon girl who found the dirt in her nails to be way more interesting than you, and some kind of moth demon girl? You wondered if they all were going to participate in your slaughter or were just going to watch.

"-aaaand who were you again?" The blonde demon asked with an awkward smile.

"I'm very glad you're asking! Because this is no other than my beloved little girl!" Alastor opened his arms widely in a dramatic form of presentation as the sound effect of a studio crowd cheering mixed with his voice.

"Wha- hold the fuck up? Your daughter??? Didn't you sing to Luci-?"

One glare full of murderous intention and loud static was enough for the spider demon to shut up.

"Now, now, how about we let the newest addition to our merry little band have a well deserved rest." Your dad not so gently pushed the uninvited guests back towards the door.

"Addition? Is she our new guest?" The moth-like demon girl asked.

Alastor's face darkened and loud static filled the room. "A҉b҉s҉o҉l҉u҉t҉e҉l҉y҉ ҉n҉o҉t҉.҉". He swapped back to his more charming persona. "She'll be joining our facility as an assistant!" His tone admitted no further questioning, and, quite reluctantly, the staff and guests left the room.

So that's the story about how you ended working in the Hazbin Hotel.

Your work was mainly small chores or helping others. Nifty needed help to clean the rooms? You were there. Someone needed you to take cover at the reception? On it. Whatever tiny task someone needed help with, you had to do it.

You were not allowed to leave the hotel. Alastor made sure of that. Wherever you went, he made sure some of his shadows followed if he was not around, just to keep you controlled; although he'd rather call it, 'lovingly checking on his little baby'. It really was not needed, even if you didn't trust nobody there and your guard was still up, where else would you go? It was literal hell outside.

Years of hiding and living in constant fear of death or something worse had left you extremely mistrustful and fearful of people. There were times were you believed this was all a ruse to lure you into a false sense of security and then hit you were it hurt most.

It's not like you didn't believe in Charlie's dream, it was just you couldn't believe it could be possible, your father had very sincerely stated that he was just sponsoring it because he loved watching doomed souls struggle to achieve something meaningful and then fail spectacularly. Of course he did.

So, at least you had a roof over your head, enough food to eat, and a no-killing rule inside the hotel. Things could be worse.

Yet, there was still something inside you, something that you so desperately tried to let go but were unable to, as it had rooted itself deeply inside your mind and heart.

It started with small things, maybe a loud sound, maybe a bit of blood, it didn't matter because you could already feel yourself breathing heavily and sweating. It was like the entire world vanished around you. You couldn't breath, you couldn't think, your mind was on edge and your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. You were completely paralized with fear, your hands shaking furiously, making you drop whatever you were holding.

These episodes started becoming more and more frequent, the more you tried to fight against them, the stronger they became. Whenever Charlie, Vaggie or any guest tried to ask you about them you always tried to brush them off, not wanting them to see it as a weak spot to exploit.

After several episodes and you refusing to open yourself, Alastor had enough of watching you suffer and decided to take matters into his own hands. So, he took you to Rosie.

If you expected something out of a place called 'Cannibal Town' it certainly wasn't that. It looked so... normal, like any other town you would have found back in your time. Well, if you ignored the people eating an entire corspe on the street. Your father gently moved your face to face front, because apparently it was rude to stare.

Oh Rosie immediately adored you. 100% godmother material. That southern belle couldn't wait to pamper you and dress you up in all kinds of fancy clothes.

Talking to Rosie was surprisingly, easy, if you looked over her cannibalistic tendencies. She kindly offered you some fresh fingers, but quickly backed up when she saw you turning green, jokingly saying "Ah, teenagers and their diets."

Sessions with Rosie always left you crying and drained but in a positive way, you felt like a huge load had been lifted off your shoulders. It may be a long road ahead but it was a great start.

Talking to Vaggie also helped. Turns out being a former exterminator had left not only physical but psychological scars on her. The first months after she had been left to die in hell had also been very struggling for her. She helped you with breathing exercises, held your hands when they started shaking, and even was willing to teach you some self defence. Which your dad opposed to.

Charlie was... Charlie, always positive and upbribing but also respecting your boundaries, you were almost starting to belive she was being genuine.

There was another member of the staff who had not been present when you were first brought there and you had yet to meet. The King of Hell himself, Lucifer. Just knowing he could be there send shivers down your spine, wondering what kind of diabolical entity could he be. When you first saw that 4' overly excited manchild, at first you thought it was a joke.

Lucifer took a liking to you pretty easily, much to the annoyance of Alastor. He was curious about how someone as innocent and young as you could have ended in a place like that and vowed to protect you if someone ever gave you trouble. Your dad is seething. "Here, take this." And he just gives you a toy duck who backflips and makes the cutest rubber ducky noise. You loved it. Your dad is about to break the no-killing rule.

Alastor tried to win back your trust and love, even if he knew it was going to be a long and arduous task. He didn't care. He just got you back he was never letting you go.

He may not believe entirely in Charlie's dream, but he knew that if it was possible the one who had more chances to go straight to Heaven would be you. And he was not having that.

Alastor briefly considered making a deal to own your soul, just to ensure your safety and his control.

Up to this day he still doesn't know how you ended down there, and can't wait for the day when you will trust him enough to tell him.

He will respect your boundaries begrudgingly, he is your dad, he knows best. Will play nice and let you take your time with things. He will quietly show support for your emotional progress and make light physical contact, just enough to be supportive and not freak you out.

He cooks for you, and only you. The old homemade grandma's recipes he used to make back in your living times. At first, you didn't trust it, thinking he could have poisoned it. But the second you tasted his Jambalaya you felt like crying. Not only because after ninety years barely eating you were famished, but because for a couple of seconds, something there in the taste and smell had brought you back to simpler times. (like the Ratatouille guy)

Alastor truly desires to hear you call him 'Dad' again, you had yet to do so. Yes, you recognise him as your father, but after everything it just pains you to address him as such. It's like your dad and Alastor were two separate people. The loving father vs the serial killer, the guardian vs the Radio Demon.

He really loves you very much and it's been hard on him to keep that much distance from his little fawn. So he takes out his frustration on others, don't turn the radio on when he tells you not to.

And with time, his efforts were rewarded. Somewhat. You seemed to have gotten a bit more comfortably around him, at least you didn't flinch or recoil anytime he approached you. But you couldn't forget, you couldn't overlook the fact that he was a murderer and a cannibal and still doubted if anything you two had lived together had been truly genuine.

Honestly, it offended him that you would even think that way. Wasn't he there for you, always? Didn't he protect you from the darkness of the outside world during your living times? Wasn't he, as a father, devoted enough to his fawn?

But of course, actions spoke louder than words, and his actions had left too many cracks in your trust. But he will keep trying to win you back. Alastor's very patient demon, he has all the time in the world.

Y̸̗͉̺̱͂̕o̸̧̯̞̟̰̪̗̱̳̱̎̈̿̄̄͛̅͝͝û̴̦͔̹͈̣̥̾͛͑͗͋̅̏̂̚ͅ ̷̭͋̈͛̽͒̅̀̈́́̚ă̷̢̢̖̦͕̞͚͔̻̳̅̇̃͌̿͐̄̃̕r̵̨̢̺̦͇͚̙̈́̅̽́̊͠ę̶̺̖͋̐͐͌͘͠͝ ̶̖̲͎̜̮͚͉̰̒n̵̢͕̝͖̗̜̣̾̾̇̾̅̽͊͘ǫ̴̼̺̠̱̦̘̒̈̎̿̇́̔̉t̴͙͇̼̱̻̦̦͔̖͙̍͌ ̸̩̂́̎͒͘g̶͔͚̰̺͔͉͓͍͔̈́̽̈́͋͘͜o̵̹͔̫͚̼͚͒͑į̷̧̫͔̹͉̰̘̮̍͋͒̈n̸̢͕̙̙̞͔̓͐̓ͅg̵͖͇̜͚̗͙̤̫̱̝̉̂́̚ ̴̪̂͑̓̊͛a̷̖̞͊̄̈́͑͋̈́̄͘n̶̻̟̙̝̪̩͂̋͗ẏ̸̨̛̱̱͇̱͖̤͕̥͛́̍̂͛̕͠w̸̛̖͎̫̑h̵͔̝̣̀ẹ̵̝͍̳̟͚̪̍̒͋̒̀̊̏r̷̨͉͉̒̑̉̒̄̎̓̎͜͝͠ȅ̸̩͇̳.̵̠̪̖̍͂͠.

#alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #tw: ptsd #tw: trauma #tw: cannibalism #tw: controlling behavior

[love-hatred-stuff]

»envious bucky«

genre: if u know me, u know it’s gon’ be angst, bestfriend/soulmate!bucky

warnings: drinking ig, mentions of being interested in another man (but not really), immensely jealous bucky, who doesn’t know how to process that feeling (he’s being mean), mentions of toxic ex

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»I don’t like him.« Bucky grumbled under his breath.

You shoot him a look. »Yeah, but I do, darling.« Giving him a strict smile.

»Why? He’s like not even your type.« He sighs in frustration.

Your brows raise at that, looking almost offended.

»What would you know about my type?« You challenged.

The bar you’re sitting in is crowded and busy, much to Bucky’s dismay. But he stays of course, for you. As though it’s different than usual. You didn’t look at him much today, although you’re sitting right beside him, -barely touching each other’s knees, but the contact is there. You two live in the same apartment block and are used to seeing each other every day of the week.

He has a bigger problem with not having your full and honest attention than he would like to admit. You’ve been looking the opposite direction the moment you’ve found yourself these seats. Bucky hates it, because he can see what –or rather who– you’re stalking from his point of view –just as perfect as you can. It’s this french guy Gabriel. He’s new to town and new to your friend group now as well. Nat had brought him with her a couple weeks ago and everyone loved him. Well, except Bucky. But he wasn’t someone who particularly enjoyed meeting new people, everyone knew that. So they weren’t suspicious about it.

It’s not that he didn’t like the guy in general, it’s that you liked him. And every time Gabriel came up to you and started speaking french (because you apparently loved it when he spoke his native language) your eyes started to form into hearts and all those giggles and laughs wouldn’t stop flowing. God, James hoped he would survive tonight without lashing out on you or Mr. “I’m french and handsome so I’m going to steal your girl”.

»I know you prefer rough guys. You don’t like a baby face with a smooth haircut. You don’t like anyone ever actually. But especially not this kind of guy.« Bucky tries to wear his grin proudly, but he’s questioning himself when he sees your expression.

»Oh, is that so? Thanks for reminding me, Mr. Barnes.« You scoff and turn yourself away from him once again. Bucky feels crap after that reaction. He didn’t intend to make you upset.

»No- You know how I mean it, Y/n.« You ignore him and continue to look for your knew found bestie.

Bucky sighs in defeat.

»Do you actually like him?«

He didn’t want an answer to that question if it was a „yes“. So he felt like punching himself realizing what he’d done.

»Bucky, quit it? Please? I’m not talking to you about this.« You brushed him off, annoyed by his demeanor.

He breathed out deeply, looking at you and wishing once again, he would be the one you’re looking at the way you’re watching Gabriel learning billiards right now.

This never happened before. That’s why he was so determined to remind you that you don’t like anyone but him. To remind you you’re his. Except, you’re not. You never were. And realizing that made him physically feel sick to the stomach. He didn’t just not like the idea of you finding something in Gabriel, Bucky depended on you. If you were gonna fall in love with someone else, who would be there to take care of his broken soul? A soul only you had the capability of healing.

It was when you touched his shoulder and slowly gripped your hand around his bicep, that he came back to earth.

»Barnes? Baby, are you okay? You’ve been staring into space for the last ten minutes.« He looked at you, studying your facial expression. You were worried.

Although the nickname and your touch gave him comfort, he still felt like vomiting all over the place. His chest so tight, he struggled to breath normally, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

»I think I’ll head home. Had enough for the night, just feel tired, that’s all.« He tried convincing you with a exhausted smile hanging on his lips.

You figured it out in about five seconds. He never looked that crushed around his friends and you. You knew it had upset him what you said earlier, but you realized it too late. Preoccupied with thoughts of another man.

You mentally slapped yourself. You should’ve been more sensitive about it. Everyone knew how protective Bucky was over you. You suspected why. But you could never know to which extent his love went for you. Bucky himself couldn’t even form it into words, how important you were to him.

»Okay, I’m just gonna inform everyone that we’re leaving. Wait here for me.« You gently squeezed his shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile.

You were about to go do that but Bucky stopped you.

»Hey, no. You don’t have to go with me. Let Sam walk you home later. I’ll be fine.« His voice sounded almost strangled. So sharp and raspy. You could tell, something wasn’t right.

»Buck, I insist. You don’t look well. Let me take you home, please?«

It irritated him immensely how you went from scoffing at him earlier to wanting to take care of him now.

»I think you’d rather go sit beside Gabriel over there and tell him fancy things about yourself. You don’t have to act like you’re more interested in taking me home than staying here and spending time with him.« You were baffled by his brutal honesty.

He was often like that with others, but never with you. His gentle tone and careful, loving words were only meant for you. Until now it seemed.

Bucky studied your face once again and he could feel the hurt and confusion through your eyes, not making his already heavy heart any lighter.

»W-what are you saying?« You felt the air getting thicker inside your lungs.

»Oh please. You’ve been ogling that man since the moment we walked into this place. Why don’t you just go there? Maybe he’ll get lucky and you’ll even let him take you to bed.«

All that air made it’s way out of your system again and you stopped breathing for a moment.

Bucky’s eyes were telling a different story, but what he’d just said to you made you grow cold.

»Fuck you.« Was the only thing you were able to breath out, before snatching your coat and making your way out of this bar and onto the streets. Right now, you just wanted to wrap yourself in your sheets and forget his dumb face.

Barnes was not fast enough to get a hold of you and apologize. He realized it was the most stupid thing to say to you. It was just that he felt so jealous and hurt, his mind acted on instinct and wanted to hurt you back. Which obviously worked a little too well.

What was he expecting though, when he hit right inside your weakest part? The people who knew you well enough, had heard about your ex. And what he had done to still influence your decisions to this day. It was a long story, but one thing was for sure; you’ve never trusted anyone else with your heart (or body) since then. Only Bucky. But it looked like not even he deserved it.

…

»Fuck!« He punched the concrete wall of the building he was standing next to –leaving a hole– after landing on your voicemail once again for the nth time.

He felt horrible. Not being able to reach you. Not knowing where you were. Not being able beg you for forgiveness. And worst of all; not knowing what to do without you.

~

Pt.2

Masterlist

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fic #bucky moodboards

[tigertales9]

Ice Ice Baby

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: You and Joe attend a 4th of July party at his parent's house

A/N: I wrote 90% of this porny nugget yesterday after having a few too many adult beverages 🥳

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July 4, 2023 - Athens, Ohio

You step out onto the back patio and fill two cups with ice before closing the cooler. You pour raspberry lemonade in the cups and hand one to Joe's mom. "We're getting a little low on ice," you say, taking a swig of the tangy beverage while she makes a concerned face. "Crap," she mutters, taking a sip of her drink while she watches the guys play catch in the backyard. "I knew we should've stocked up a bit more, but Jimmy thought we had enough."

"I'll go get a few more bags," you offer, waving Joe over to ask for his key fob. You hand him your glass of lemonade when he jogs up, watching his prominent Adam's apple bob as he guzzles the cold beverage. "We need more ice," you state. "I'm gonna run to the store real quick."

"I'll drive you." He finishes off the drink before handing the empty cup to his mom. 'We'll be back in about twenty minutes," he says, grabbing your hand and heading through the house to the front door.

"Don't trust me to drive the Porsche?" you tease, sliding into the passenger seat when he opens the door for you. He holds his tongue until he slides into the driver's seat. "You're a better driver than me," he smiles, leaning over to give you a quick kiss before fastening his seatbelt. "I was just looking for a reason to get you alone," he continues, giving you a wink before reversing out of the driveway.

Ten minutes later he pulls into the nearest convenience store, leaving the car running as he hops out. "Be right back," he says, striding into the store like a man on a mission. He exits just a few minutes later carrying three large bags of ice in one hand, his biceps bulging in a way that causes you to squirm in your seat. You watch him in the side mirror as he pops the trunk and stows the ice inside. "Sexy motherfucker," you mutter to yourself, giving him an innocent smile as he hops back in the car. "All set," he grins, quickly reversing out of the parking space and heading for the exit.

Just as he pulls back onto the highway a few fat raindrops hit the windshield. "What the hell?" he grumbles. "We only have like a 10% chance of rain today."

You grab your phone out of your purse as the rain intensifies, pulling up your fav weather app. "Damn," you whisper, watching the ominous red blob inch ever closer on the radar screen. "Looks kinda bad." You notice there's a 'severe weather warning' and quickly click it. "Oh shit," you mutter. "What is it?" Joe asks. "This storm is creating up to golf ball size hail. It's gonna be right on top of us in just a few minutes."

"Fuck," he grumbles, whipping a u-turn and heading back in the opposite direction. He floors it and you're pressed back in your seat for several seconds before he slows up a bit and exits the highway, quickly pulling into a covered carwash stall. He turns off the windshield wipers and gives you a grin, smiling even bigger when the first pings of hail hit the metal roof of the carwash. "Just in time," he gloats.

"Good job, babe," you praise while turning your attention back to your phone, your eyebrows creeping upward when he places a big hand on your thigh.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you look in this sundress?" he murmurs, sliding his hand up your skirt until it's dangerously close to your crotch.

"Yeah a couple times, but I don't mind hearing it again." You give him a smile before glancing at your phone, shaking your head as you watch the storm develop on the time-lapse radar sequence. "This huge thing just popped up out of nowhere," you marvel.

"Speaking of huge things popping up," he purrs, giving you a loaded look when you cut your eyes at him.

"This is a fast moving storm, Joseph. It'll be done in like fifteen minutes."

"And we'll be done in like ten if you hop on my lap," he counters, patting his thick thighs with one hand while teasing the edge of your panties with the other.

"Are you serious?" you ask, a shiver of anticipation flowing through you at the feral look in his eyes. "What if somebody sees us?"

"I doubt if folks are out walking around in a thunderstorm with golf ball size hail raining down."

As if on cue, the sound of the hail hitting the metal roof of the carwash intensifies, creating a cacophony so loud you can barely hear yourself think. "Come here," he urges, smiling when you drop your phone in your purse, kick your sandals off and hike your dress up, smoothly crawling over the center console before straddling his lap.

He cups a big hand behind your neck and pulls you in for a kiss; his tongue tastes like raspberry lemonade and he moans deep in his throat when you give it a thorough suck. "You taste good," you whisper, repeating the action while grinding your crotch against him, his impressive erection easily discernible through his slinky shorts.

You eventually rise up onto your knees. "Push your shorts and undies down," you order, waiting until he does your bidding before lowering yourself back down, moaning when you feel his hard length through your flimsy panties. He slides a hand down to tease your clit through the wisp of lace, his mouth on your sensitive neck gently licking and sucking in a way that causes a gush of liquid heat between your thighs.

"So good," you murmur, your breath catching in your throat when he slides two fingers inside your drenched panties, playing with you for several minutes in a way that makes your toes curl before pulling your thong to the side to expose your wet slit. "Yeah," you urge, digging your fingers into his broad shoulders while he drags the tip of his cock through your slick folds before pushing inside, both of you groaning as you slowly impale yourself on his throbbing erection.

"Fuck, baby," he hisses when he's fully seated, his eyes sliding closed in pleasure as you start to move -- slowly at first -- moving just a few inches up and down before getting in the groove. He plants his feet against the floorboard and thrusts his hips up as you grind down; an electric sizzle races up your spine when he bottoms out, the pleasure/pain combo causing you to cry out as your core clenches his thick length.

"You okay?" he mutters in your ear, his big hands on your ass slowing your downward progress as you try to grind down against him again. "Yeah," you whimper, "don't stop!" He slides one hand down between your plump buttcheeks, teasing the edge of your fully-stretched pussy as you take him deep over and over, your breathless whimpers segueing into louder moans as he uses his other hand on your clit.

"Oh my God," you whine, reaching up to grip the headrest for leverage as you grind down against him, his hot breath whispering delicious filth in your ear causing every nerve ending in your body to throb in unison. You dig your fingers into the padded black leather as you feel a coil of pleasure building in your core, whimpers spilling from your lips as he works your body in all the ways he knows you love. "Oh…my....…God," you repeat, your cries of pleasure drowning out the storm as your climax hits; he continues to thrust up inside you as you ride out the intense orgasm, finally coating your core with hot spurts as he follows you over the edge.

You pant hard against his fragrant neck, your head spinning a bit as the aftershocks of your climax continue to fire, squeezing his slowly-softening erection as he presses kisses on your flushed cheek.

"Thank God we ran out of ice," he croaks, both of you laughing as you try to catch your breath.

"I think the storm's passed," you eventually mutter, leaning back to give him a smile just as his phone rings.

"That'll be Mom," he snorts, grabbing his phone and checking the display. "Yep," he confirms, answering the call and putting her on speaker. "Hey Mom, we're fine."

"Oh thank goodness!" she says. "That storm came out of nowhere!"

"Sure did," Joe agrees. "We rode the storm out in a covered carwash stall. Y/n saw the storm developing on radar, and I was able to pull in just before the hail hit."

"That's great! Y'all be careful driving home. There might be some tree limbs down in the roads."

"Okay. We'll be there in about fifteen minutes." He ends the call just as you give a lusty chuckle. "What's so funny?" he asks.

"We rode the storm out?" you purr, bouncing on his lap. "Freudian slip?"

"Maybe," he shrugs, giving you a cocky smile and squeezing your ass before helping you crawl back into the passenger seat.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine

[lolahasmoxie]

Sleep Tight - E.M.

Pairing: Single Dad Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Word Count: 3.8K (this may have gotten away from me)

Warning: fluff, idiots to lovers, a couple of curse words

Notes: This has been living in my brain for days, and I had to get it out. So everywhere I've read Eddie as a dad, he has a little girl. Don't get me wrong, I love it. But can you imagine him with a little boy who is his tiny doppelganger? Dead.

For this, I picture Eddie and Reader as having known each other since they were kids, and both were close growing up. Eddie flunked his first senior year, and reader graduated and left Hawkins for college. They kept in touch for a while but eventually drifted apart. She returns to Hawkins and reconnects with Eddie and his 4-year-old son. Mom has been out of the picture since he was born, and I picture Eddie as a mechanic who plays with Corroded Coffin on the weekends.

Eddie and Reader are 28 in this (takes place in 1994). An AU where the Upside Down doesn't exist, and Eddie lives.

Divider from @firefly-graphics

"Daddy, rain!"

Eddie and Y/N paused from the couch as they looked at the small four-year-old excitedly pointing out the window. The rain shouldn't have been a surprise; it had been gray and overcast all day. Eddie walked over to the front window, looked outside, and noticed a bright flash of lightning followed by thunder less than three seconds later. Before he could say anything, the skies opened up, and a torrential downpour began to beat on his roof.

"Crap, I should probably leave if I'm gonna make it home in one piece," Y/n pondered as she joined the two Munson boys at the window.

"Are you insane? There's no way I'm letting you leave now." Y/N had joined Eddie at his home for dinner instead of at Benny's due to his son's babysitter canceling last minute. The three had spent the evening playing, eating pizza, and finally settling to watch Ghostbusters. She had been on the verge of excusing herself for the evening when the storm had come upon them.

"Eds, my car will be fine. Besides, I can't stay the night." Y/N casually tried to motion to his son, who was now staring at her and preparing himself to bring out the big guns.

"But I thought we were having fun." Ronnie Wayne Munson was his father on a 24-year delay. He had the same wild curly brown hair and brown cow eyes as Eddie, and based on how he looked at Y/N, she knew his father had taught him how to use them to his advantage.

"Look, far be it for me to question the integrity of your Honda, but it’s not like this would be the first time you had to stay; you used to crash all the time when we were kids. Besides, it's unsafe to be on the road right now. You can't even see the house across the street!". Y/N turned back towards the window, and she had to admit that Eddie was right. Even with streetlights, the house across the street was nearly impossible to see. She sighed before looking at Eddie and his boy standing next to him, both with expectant looks on their eager faces.

"Okay, I'll stay."

"Hooray!" Ronnie yelled as he ran up to give her a hug. Eddie beamed at Ronnie. He was usually reserved around new people, but as soon as Y/N had reappeared in Hawkins two months ago after a ten-year absence, Ronnie had taken an instant liking to her. The little boy seemed as infatuated with her as his father had been years before.

"So, how late is this party going to go on?" Y/N asked as Ronnie climbed back onto the couch.

"Well, little man's bedtime is usually 7pm..." Ronnie looked at Eddie with a sad face. Y/N had just agreed to stay the night; it was unfair that he would have to go to bed soon. "but since tonight is a special occasion, I think we can watch one more movie."

"Yes!" Y/N couldn't help but chuckle as Ronnie did a triumphant dance before jumping off the couch. "Can we watch Nightmare Before Christmas?"

"Sure, let's get you into your jammies."

"I'll make the popcorn." Y/N motioned to the kitchen, and Eddie quickly told her where everything was. As she popped the bag in the microwave, she couldn't help but smile at the giggles emanating from Ronnie's bedroom. Eddie now lived in a small house on a quiet street near the edge of town, which felt warm and cozy like his and Wayne's old trailer. The coffee rack in the kitchen now held Eddie's mugs instead of Wayne's, and his beloved Sweetheart sat in the corner of the living room next to his acoustic and amp. Above the well-loved couch were numerous pictures, ranging from Eddie's graduation to him holding his newborn son in the hospital. There were several with the two of them and Wayne, and even one of her and Eddie from back in 83.

The sound of little feet coming from the hallway pulled her from her thoughts, and soon she was greeted by Ronnie, who was now wearing dinosaur pajamas. He ran up to her and wrapped his arms around her leg. He leaned up to give her a big toothy grin.

"Hi," he said cheerfully, and Y/N couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, don't you look comfy? You ready for the movie?" He nodded gleefully as the timer for the microwave went off. She carefully removed the bag and poured the contents into a bowl, handing it to Ronnie when he made it clear that he had to help her. "Two hands, go slow, ok?". He nodded, his little tongue sticking out in concentration as he made the short journey to the living room. They both sat on the couch while Eddie quickly popped the VHS into the tape player, pausing to turn off the living room lights before he sat down.

Ronnie sat between the two of them, and the three of them snacked as they watched the movie. The kid was on cloud nine, happily eating popcorn and singing along to the movie. Eddie's arm eventually rested on the back of the couch, causing Y/N to blush whenever his fingertips brushed the top of her shoulder. When the popcorn was gone, the bowl was moved to the side, and Ronnie took this as his cue to make himself more comfortable.

"Whoa, we don't climb on our guests." Eddie chided as he watched his son climb onto Y/N's lap. He was worried it would make her uncomfortable, but he was pleasantly surprised when she put her feet on the coffee table and wrapped her arms around Ronnie's stomach, letting him rest his back against her chest.

"He's fine, now hush."

"Yeah, Daddy, the movie's on." Eddie's eyes bulged from being sassed by not only his son but also his childhood friend. As the evening progressed, he kept stealing glances at the two of them. From the way Y/N would rub Ronnie's stomach to how they would occasionally whisper and giggle with each other, his emotions were all over the place. As the rain continued to beat against the roof, Ronnie eventually gave in to sleep. When the credits finally rolled, he was sleeping contentedly on Y/N's lap, her hand rubbing over his tummy soothingly.

"That kid usually has to be dragged kicking and screaming to go to bed," Eddie commented as he gingerly reached over to take Ronnie from Y/N. She grinned as she handed him over, stretching her arms above her head once he was safely in his father's arms. "Hey, once I get him in bed, would you be up for a movie?" he asked hopefully.

"Sure. Do you have anything I could change into?"

"I've got you, be right back." Y/N watched as he disappeared down the hallway into Ronnie's room. To be honest, when she had run into Eddie on her first day back in town, she had expected it to be awkward. After all, they hadn't seen each other in ten years. Yet, in the two months they had spent reconnecting, it felt like no time had passed at all. They quickly fell back into their dynamic, which had been created over numerous sleepovers and hangouts during their childhood. When Eddie returned to the living room he held up a clothing item in each hand.

"Okay, so the boxers are old and very stretched out, but they're clean, and the shirt was a gag gift from Henderson."

"Gag gift?" she asked, and had to bite her lip when Eddie unfurled an oversized shirt that had "Virginia is for Lovers" emblazoned across the front. "That is amazing."

"Go change; I'll pick the movie. Horror okay?" Y/N nodded as she shuffled into the bathroom. Eddie hummed to himself as he tried to pick a movie for them to watch. He was mentally preparing to keep his cool when he heard the bathroom door open a few minutes later. Whatever composure he had quickly flew out the window when he saw her adorned in his clothes, and she looked at him expectedly as she waited for him to say something. "Um, everything fits ok?"

"Yeah, the boxers are a tad tight around the thighs, but it's no biggie. Now, what are we watching?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I haven't seen "The Thing" in ages."

"Fuck," she chuckled as she sat back down on the couch. "I think the last time I saw it was with you." Eddie popped in the video and sat next to Y/N.

"Well then, let's get to it, shall we?" The movie started, but it wasn't long before Eddie and Y/N started talking. Old inside jokes and stories passed between them, quickly resulting in giggles that they tried to keep quiet so they wouldn't wake Ronnie. When the movie ended, they kept talking, the rain becoming static noise as their conversation moved to their love lives.

"Wait, he cheated on you?" Eddie asked incredulously as Y/N took a sip from her beer.

"Yeah, had a side piece for like two months before he finally had the balls to break up with me. You want to know something funny?" Eddie shook his head as he watched her settle into the cushions more, a sigh leaving her lips. "I wasn't even that mad about it."

"You'd been with the guy for over the year, and he cheated; I'm shocked you didn't set his car on fire. Fuck, Jason Carver started that rumor about you sophomore year, and you took a bat to his headlights." Y/N giggled at the memory.

"I also told the cheerleading team he had a micro-penis, but that's not the point. And don't get me wrong, it sucked that he didn't have the balls to just break up when he realized he didn't want me anymore. But, in the end, I wasn't angry like I thought I would be."

"You were together a while, though." Y/N sighed as she thought over her response.

"When I was little, I remember asking my Mom why she married my Dad. She said it was because she felt this spark every time she saw him; she said she knew from their first date that he was the one for her. Over a year with Daniel, and I never once had that feeling." She paused as she turned to look at Eddie. "Did you ever feel that way with Ronnie's mom?"

"Veronica?" asked before running a hand over his hair, letting out a heavy sigh as he thought about his son's mother. "We weren't together long before we found out she was pregnant, we hadn't been very serious before, but since there was a kid on the way, we decided to give it a shot. Turns out we were two puzzle pieces from two different puzzles."

"When did she leave?"

"Left when Ronnie was 3 months old. Said motherhood wasn't for her, and she felt it would be best if Ronnie didn't grow up with a Mom who resented him." Y/N nodded in understanding before letting out a loud yawn. "Alright, that's enough sad shit for tonight. Let's call it a night."

"Just toss me a pillow and blanket, and I'll be fine out here."

"Or," Eddie started with a hopeful gleam in his eye. "We could make this like old times, and we can share my bed." She raised an eyebrow at him, and he put his hands up defensively to plead his case. "I know what you're thinking, but we won't be crammed on a double like old times. I upgraded to a Queen and," he paused as he let out a puff of air. "would be nice to have someone else in the bed, you know?" The air was tense for a moment, but it disappeared for Eddie when she gave him a sleepy smile and motioned for him to lead the way.

Eddie's room was different now that he was an adult. The bed was on a frame instead of the floor, and the tan-colored walls had pictures of Ronnie and Wayne instead of metal band posters. He had a tall dresser, and above it was a small bulletin board covered in concert tickets and wristbands. It was surrounded by Corroded Coffin fliers for The Hideout, where the boys still played when they had the time. Y/N stood quietly in the doorway while watching Eddie pull back the comforter.

"Alright, any preference on a side, m'lady?"

"I'll take the right side. And I swear to God, if you dutch oven me, I’m gonna punch you right in the dick."

"Holy shit. I did that once, and in my defense, it was over 15 years ago."

"It was traumatic. Smelled like a sumo wrestler took a dump on a burning pile of hair." She giggled as Eddie tossed a pillow at her.

"The fuck it did; it was not that bad."

"Well, it didn't sell like sunshine and roses either!" Her giggles stopped as they both stood on opposite sides of the bed. He looked at her like he wanted to say something, and she found herself unable to look away as she returned his gaze. It was over in a second as he shook his head and motioned for her to climb in.

"Fair warning, Ronnie is an early bird and will likely be in here at an ungodly hour."

"Thanks for the warning," she replied as she yawned, feeling sleep calling for her as she savored the perfection that was Eddie's bed. Their backs were towards each other as he leaned over and turned off the bedside lamp, the only light now coming from the slivers of moonlight through the window. Just before she succumbed to sleep, she heard Eddie's soft voice in the quiet of the room.

"Night, Y/N."

"Night, Eddie."

It started when she heard crying in her dreams, but what fully woke her was Eddie getting out of bed. It was only then that she realized the crying was coming from Ronnie's room. She followed him, Ronnie's cries pulling at her heart as she wondered what could have possibly haunted him in his sleep. She stood in the doorway of his room, watching Eddie with Ronnie in his arms.

"Come on little man, it's okay. I've got you, bud." Eddie ran a hand over his son's back as he paced the room, pausing when he saw Y/N in the doorway. "Shit, I didn't mean to wake you." Before she could respond, Ronnie realized she was in the room. Fidgeting in Eddie's hold, he held his arms out for Y/N. Eddie saw a look of shock take hold of her, but it was gone in a flash. Before he could blink, she had Ronnie's small body against her chest as she started cooing in a soothing voice.

"Now, what has you crying so hard, huh?" Y/N rubbed Ronnie's back as his sobs began to turn to soft cries. She turned to exit the room, and Eddie followed like a sailor caught by a siren. He watched as she walked past the living room into the kitchen. She pulled a carton of milk from his fridge, now holding his son on her hip as if that was where he was always supposed to be. "Eddie, where do you keep your glasses?"

Snapping out of his trance, he shuffled across the kitchen to stand behind Y/N. He reached up to open the cabinet, a hand on her shoulder as he pulled down three glasses. He watched as she lined them up before opening the milk jug and pouring it until all three glasses were full. She motioned to the microwave, and Eddie nodded. As he set the timer Y/N placed Ronnie on the counter and cradled his face, her thumbs gently wiping his tear-stained cheeks.

"Wanna tell us what woke you up?"

"We were at the park, and I couldn't find you or daddy when it was time to go. I kept yelling, but you weren't there." A new round of tears was about to fall, but she simply smiled as she took Ronnie's hands in hers.

"Don't cry, your Daddy and I are right here. See?" Ronnie looked from Y/N to his father, and Eddie gave him a small smile and wave as the timer for the microwave went off. Eddie brought the glasses over, and Y/N took one and held it to Ronnie. He took it and looked up at Y/N.

"What's this?"

"When I was little and I had bad dreams, my mom would give me a glass of warm milk. Then we would turn the TV on and watch it until I got sleepy. Sound like something you would be interested in?" Ronnie nodded as he lifted the glass to his lips. Y/N and Eddie did the same, and when they were done, she lifted Ronnie from the counter and carried him to the living room. "Your dad will find something good for us to watch, right?"

"Comfort TV, coming right up." Y/N sat with Ronnie's little head against her chest, her hand running over his back as Eddie found a rerun of The Addams Family on Nick at Nite. From his spot crouched on the floor, so many thoughts ran through his head as he watched Y/N comfort his son; he couldn't quite catch what they all were. But despite the late hour, he knew deep down that it felt right.

It took almost an hour for Ronnie to fall asleep, and by the time he had, Y/N was leaning heavily against Eddie's arm. She had spent nearly the entire time talking to him softly and rubbing his back. Eddie shut the TV off as Y/N carefully walked to Ronnie's room. She carefully placed him in his bed, covering him with his blanket before she ran her hand over his soft brown hair. Content that he would be asleep until the morning, she stood and noticed Eddie watching her from the doorway. He was wearing the same expression he'd had before they'd gone to bed. She gave him a soft smile before walking past him to his bedroom.

She heard Eddie close Ronnie's door, but before she reached the bed, she felt his hand on her wrist. She turned and, seeing his expression, her brows furrowed in curiosity as he pulled her closer. She called his name but lost her voice when he raised his hand. It cradled her jaw, his thumb running over her cheek as his eyes bore down. He lowered his head, and without saying a word, he pressed his lips to hers.

Y/N had wondered multiple times growing up what it would be like to kiss Eddie Munson; she figured that just came with having a best friend of the opposite sex. But as his other hand came to cradle her face, she realized that this moment was miles better than anything her schoolgirl imagination could concoct. Her eyes closed as his lips trailed to her cheeks, followed by her nose and forehead. She felt her heart racing when he rested his forehead against hers.

"I love you."

"Eddie,"

"Since I was 10 years old. Fuck," he chuckled as he reached down and took her hands. "I think I loved you before I even knew what that was." The room was quiet as they stood there in the dark, and Eddie wondered if he had royally screwed everything up because she wasn't saying anything. Then he felt her thumb run over the back of his hand.

"You didn't say anything," she said softly. Her eyes now were looking into his. "You let me leave for Chicago without saying anything."

"I know. Hands down, one of the worst moments in my life was watching you drive away."

"But why?" she implored. "Why wouldn't you say something?" Eddie sighed as he looked down at the floor. He only spoke when he felt her squeeze his hand.

"You were always better than Hawkins, better than me. You were destined for fancy dinner parties where assholes like me just serve the drinks." Eddie was no stranger to rejection in his life; he often wondered if it was just a part of his DNA at this point. Then he felt her hand cup his chin, forcing his face to look at her.

"It's sweet you think so highly of me, but I don't want any of that, not if you're not next to me to enjoy said drinks." Before Eddie could respond, she pulled his face down and kissed him. His hands found their way to her hips, her shirt bunching in his hold when she pressed her tongue against the seam of his lips. There was no rush, no hurry as they kissed in the dark. Eddie felt what Y/N's mother had talked about, a spark he could only hope she felt in return. When she pulled her lips away, he pulled her body closer. He pressed his nose into her neck as she ran a hand over his hair.

"Let's go out on Friday."

"A date?" she asked hopefully. She felt him nod as she felt him inhale deeply.

"A proper date, the one I should have asked you on in high school," he said as he rose to his full height. "It's been a while since Ronnie's had a sleepover at Wayne's; we'll do dinner and a movie; what do you say?"

"Pick me up at 7, and you have yourself a deal." Eddie beamed down at her before leaning down to steal another kiss.

"We'd better get some sleep before my demon spawn wakes us up at an ungodly hour." Y/N chuckled as they both climbed into the bed. Instead of sleeping back to back, now she was curled into Eddie's side, her head on his chest and her arm slung over his torso. The feel of his fingers tracing over her arm made her eyes droop, and as she drifted off into sleep, she could faintly feel his lips on her head as he whispered unheard words to her.

Eddie woke when the sun from the window moved over his face. He first noticed that his arms no longer held Y/N, and he wondered for a brief moment if it had all been a wonderful dream. But then he felt a slight movement to his left. Y/N was sleeping on her side, facing him, and between them was Ronnie. His son was sprawled on his back, his sleep shirt had ridden up to show his stomach, and his tiny hand was holding onto Y/N's even in sleep. He knew in an instant that was what he wanted to wake up to every day for the rest of his life.

Tonight, when Wayne came to visit, he was going to ask for his grandmother's ring. Eddie knew he wasn't the smartest guy in the world, but he was sure of this. He was going to make Y/N his wife before the year was out.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson

[formulaforza]

lunch date- m.schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 700 a/n: blegh

You loved your job. At times, it was the only thing that you felt like you had control over in your life, a constant in a vast ocean of chaos with an ever changing current. You could do without the early mornings some days, especially on chilly winter mornings when you forget to start your car before leaving or the coffee maker takes a crap or you forgot to change the laundry and your favorite pants are still soaked in the washing maching. All those things were trivial in the grand scheme of things, though. Work was great. Great coworkers, great bosses, great facilities, and great work. You knew with a hundred and ten percent confidence that you had set yourself down the right path all those years ago before graduation. 

You loved your job, except when Mick was visiting. When your boyfriend, who was long-distance even when he wasn’t travelling to races, was sitting in your apartment all day being all cozy on the couch and cooking meals in your kitchen and playing with your dog, you resented work. 

I miss you, you would text him more when he was visiting than when he was away. It was almost harder, knowing he was right there and you couldn’t stay in his company, stay in the warm bed, watch your favorite movies on the couch and eat the food only he could make taste good. 

You’ll be home soon, he would always reply because he knew if he said I miss you too, you’d be halfway home before the message even went all the way through. 

The phone in your office rang a little before lunch and you answered it without second thought, mid-email, only half-focused on the voice on the other end. There’s a delivery for you in the lobby, the front-desk associate spoke, and you promised to be down shortly to pick it up. You hung the phone back on the line and returned your attention to your email, finishing the task before you stepped into the elevator. It was on the ride down you’d realized how strange a request it was. You never have anything delivered to work, and when you do, they always bring it to your office with any company mail you’d received. You’d never had to go to the lobby to pick up anything outside of a food delivery before. 

He’s waiting for you in the lobby–jeans and a cozy sweater and carry-out from your favorite lunch spot. He’s lingering at the front desk, making small talk and laughing at one of the receptionist’s jokes and charming everyone to death, just like always. “What are you doing here?” You ask as you approach, his head shoots in your direction and his smile flips from a polite purse to a genuine grin. 

“I brought lunch.”e holds up the bag like a proud little kid. 

You eat together on the bench on the sidewalk outside. It’s the perfect temperature out and the sun is shining and the air smells like the fresh bread from the bakery that’s a few buildings down the street instead of the stuffy recycled air in your office. 

“You remembered my order,” you smile sweetly at him, pulling out the to-go box of sushi and setting it on the bench between your bodies. He digs into the bottom of the bag, retrieves two white paper sleeves and pulls the chopsticks out, hands a pair to you. 

“I know all your orders.”

“Don’t get cocky, now.”

“I do, I have them all in my phone.” You laugh around the chopsticks. “What?”

You chew hard, hurried, swallow part of the bite and hum his question away. You cover your lips, shield him from the contents of your mouth while you finish chewing. “Nothing.”

He shakes his head, knows you don’t believe him, wants to show off his word. You watch him dig his phone out from his pocket, tap the screen a few times before he’s showing you a note in your contact card. He has probabably a dozen different restaurants and their orders typed out. “See?” He says, proud and goofy. 

“That’s really sweet, Mick,” you tell him. “You’re adorable.”

“I know.”

#mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fic #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher #mick schumacher fluff #ms47 #msc47 #f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 #f1 fanfic #mack's 10 days of fluff #day 10 #i hate this! 👍🏻

[novaonhere]

Buddy System

Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!reader

Summary: Cal wanted to go out on his own, but after not being by his side for quite some time, you bring up something you learned back at the Temple when you were just a youngling.

Word Count: 880

Warnings: Nah, sexy time proposed in a funny way

A/N: Bored at work so clearing through my drafts, here’s a quick blurb

Prompt: "Then why did you even come along?" "Because someone has to save your ass if this inevitably goes wrong."

(gif not mine)

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The crew, such to Cal’s disappointment, wanted to take a day break on Koboh at the cantina. After a few weeks hunting down bounty hunters, everyone was exhausted. Cal finally caved when you fell over after standing for a few minutes from pure exhaustion.

Cal was restless. He wanted to keep the go-go-go mentality, and keep hitting them when they thought they could take a breather. He wasn’t used to breaks; he was used to running, fighting, pushing through.

He sat outside the cantina, tinkering with his saber with BD-1 at his side. He watched the people come and go, wanting to follow one that started their journey outside the city. BD-1 tries to entertain him, chirping some songs that he picked up from Greez and yourself. It only worked for ten minutes.

You’ve kept an eye on Cal as soon as you landed. You knew he wouldn’t be able to sit in one spot for longer than a few hours. Staying aboard the Mantis, you used this time to lay on the boarding ramp, using the ship as shade to read a few books. Every so often, you peeled over your book to see if Cal was still there, which he was.

You got to a good part of the book and hyper focused for a bit too long. Finally, after you flipped to the next chapter, you peered over to see your boyfriend gone. Aw crap, there he goes. You should’ve done more to help him relax, but he’s an adult he can manage. Well, apparently not. Throwing your book inside, you hop to your feet and take a better look. There goes the red head, following a raider towards their base. Something’s up.

You manage to find a balance of quickly walking and slowly jogging to catch up and hopefully not be suspicious. Cal flicks his head back and notices you making your way up. He doesn’t make a face as you look your arm into his.

“I watched him leave someone’s home with that bag, I have a bad feeling. The owner of the house was also crying.” Cal whispers, pointing to the large bag that the raider had in his hand. You nod.

“Now or later?” You ask, Cal shaking his head.

“I want to see where he’s going, see if there’s more stuff they’ve stolen.” The raider turns around to see us, but we wave and continue walking past him, coming up with a story to seem less suspicious. You both walk slow, causing the raider to groan and bump through you too to continue on.

“Well I’m coming with, obviously.” You smile, using your free arm to pat his arm. Cal seems annoyed.

“No, today was your rest day.” He whisper argues with you, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“And to you, and you know that we don’t like others dipping by themselves.” You roll your eyes. “Do you know remember what we learned at the Temple?” Cal blinks blankly, obviously confused.

“The buddy system?” You ask, Cal shaking his head. “Seriously? Damn, we didn’t like that lesson as much so I figured you didn’t like it as much.”

“If you don’t like the buddy system, then why did you even come along?” Cal grumbles, not wanting their cover to be blown. You could care less about the raider and trying to talk to your boyfriend.

"Because someone has to save your ass if this inevitably goes wrong." You scowl, just too loud. The raider finally turns around, shoving his weapon to your chin.

“We are out of town, what business do you folks have with my team?” He hisses as you throw your hands up.

“Sir, we were told to follow a raider heading out of town to pay someone back.” You explain, the raider slowly lowering his weapon.

“Who?”

“You all look the same.” You state blankly, Cal holding in a scoff of laughter. The raider doesn’t seem amused.

“I’m not going anywhere,” The raider stands facing you two, crossing his arms. “You’ll have to wait for the correct man.” You and Cal look at each other, coming to the same agreement. Cal flings into action, bashing the raider back with the butt of his saber. Stunned, the raider drops the bag, giving you time to grab it and run. Cal follows, leaving the raider gasping for breath, laying on the ground.

“When we return this, you are going to properly rest.” You shout at him as you both run into town.

“Oh yeah? How?” He scowls, catching up to you.

“You look pretty relaxed after an hour in the bedroom.” You smile, shocking Cal. He smiles widely like a happy boy on Christmas morning.

“Give me the bag, and meet me on the ship.” He exclaims, slowing down as you reach town. You both stop and you give him a quick peck on the cheek. He rushes into the house, startling the owner.

Giggling, you make your way towards the Mantis. Before you get too far, you feel a pair of hands snake around you, turning you around. Cal places a sweet kiss to your lips before throwing you over his shoulders. You shriek in delight as he takes off to the launch pad, a few passer byers giggling at your shenanigans.

#cal kestis #cal kestis jedi survivor #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x y/n #cal kestis x you #jedi survivor #reader insert #star wars #star wars jedi fallen order #star wars jedi survivor #y/n #star wars x you #star wars x y/n #star wars x reader

[ashleyh713fanfics]

Dazai X Odasaku!Sister Ch5

Chapter 5: "Suddenly,Dying Doesn't Seem That Easy"

Summary: Ango shows up after telling Dazai to stay away Odasaku's little sister. Little does he know, the mafia executive didn't listen.

Warning: Lots of angst in this one, Odasaku death mentions, typical Dazai suicide mention, feels, Ango being protective mom, manipulative behavior from both sides. I gave Oda's sister a name but you can imagine it as y/n.

(This is chapter five of my fanfic "Timeless" which is now on A03. It carries on from the three part intro I posted a couple days ago. I'll link it below to fully understand the story.)

Three Part Intro Here: (just cause the first chapter is so long)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

A03 Version Here:

Word count: 7k

Asagao felt her brain malfunction at the sight of her worst fear at the door. 

And the minute she met Ango’s eyes, the girl could clearly see the frustration and anger that resisted in every one of his features. She didn’t need her glasses off to tell that he was pissed by her little “running away” joke three weeks ago. 

In fact, their little interaction had been wiped clean from her mind until this moment, not bothering to think about the consequences of her actions. Well, crap. This wasn’t good. 

She then watched the man open his mouth only for Asa to quickly gasp before shutting the door straight in his face comically in order to quickly turn around and hurry back into the living room where Dazai was waiting. 

Lifting his head in her direction, he frowned when her hands were empty. “Where’s the food, Asa-chan? I’m hungryyy.” 

Asa then ran a nervous hand through her hair before pushing her own glasses up with a rushed reply. “Hey so ummm, hypothetically, on the scale from one to ten, how ruined would our date be if Ango showed up with like..oh I don’t know..fifty government agents…?” 

At that, Dazai couldn’t help but pause, his head turning in question. What was she saying? Ango was here? “That’s oddly specific..”

She then gave an over the top laugh in order to turn towards the kitchen and throw open the nearest window before placing her foot halfway outside with a shaky smile. “Ha ha ha, yeah I guess it is. You know what, never mind.. Everything is good, great even! Now if you don’t mind me, I’m gonna jump out this window real quick for no apparent reason. Okay, bye…” 

Yet just as soon as she finished that sentence, the front door seemingly flew off its hinges in order for a hoard of government officials and the man himself to step inside the doorway without permission. 

And with her foot halfway out the window, Asagao felt herself laugh at the ominous air in order to slip back onto the ground, her arms open with a nervous reply. “A-Ango! Hey buddy, my old pal how you been? We can talk about this, right? No need to be so mad, running away was just a little joke, I swear. You can take a joke right? You’re an understanding guy I’m sure of it.” 

Unlucky for her though, the man was not understanding in the slightest, his steps firm in order to stare down at the foolish fifteen year girl. “Oda Asagao, you better explain yourself right now why you purposely have been leading me on a wild goose chase throughout this whole city to find you.” 

Asa only fake gasped though, placing a hand to her chest in disbelief. “Whaa? I have no idea what you mean, I’m just an innocent little girl. How could I even do that?” 

Deadpanning immediately, the agent then reached into his jacket pocket in order to pull out a stack of candid photos and show her in anger. “So you didn’t pay off over a dozen people with your brother’s money in order for them to dress like you and go to different parts of the city just to show up on security cameras?” 

Three weeks, three weeks Ango had been chasing dead ends only for her to be at Oda’s apartment this whole time. He thought it would’ve been too obvious for her to have returned here but apparently not.

It was almost like she knew that hiding in plain sight was the best way to evade him. What a sneaky little girl. Odasaku never said anything about that.

Shifting her eyes away from the man, Asa then resisted the urge to cockily gloat about her successful red herring plot before leaning forward in a hopeful smile. “So let’s just say, if I did do that..would you be impressed by it?” 

Ango only glared though, causing Asagao’s face to fall before putting two and two together. “Gonna take that as a no..” 

Groaning at her casual tone, the man then stomped over to her in order to point a disappointed finger in her direction. “This ends right now. You’re going to..”

Yet that’s when his eyes couldn’t help but widen at the bandages around her arms and throat, his entire demeanor freezing before melting into pure concern. “Wait, what happened to your neck? Who hurt you?” 

Asagao’s fingers then couldn’t help but touch the area before cursing to herself. She couldn’t tell him that she had been fighting, then she’d never hear the end of it. 

Snapping her head up, Oda’s sister then gave a carefree chuckle before moving her hands around wildly in order to sweet talk her way out of the conversation.  “Ha ha, you know now that you mention it, it’s a great story, a really funny one actually. When you hear it you’re gonna laugh!” 

Ango obviously didn’t believe that though, his lips pushing in with frustration before he roughly reached forward in order to grasp onto her bandaged wrist and pull her towards the agents and him. “Enough of your excuses, we are leaving right now even if I have to drag you all the back.” 

Gasping at the contact, Asa whined back. “H-Hey..wait a second..” 

 No, he couldn’t pull her away like this, she wouldn’t let him. Not after she’d been so close to what she’d been desperately searching for her entire life. 

Yet that’s when she felt someone unlatch the hold as her entire body fell backwards only for a strong pair of arms to wrap around her waist and pull her to his chest protectively. 

Wait, she knew this bandaged hand anywhere.

Osamu.

And when Dazai spoke, it was full of teasing malice, lacing across his tongue with every word as he hugged her closer to him. “Ango, could you not touch my girlfriend so casually?”

The two then watched as the poor government official tried to put his words together, his lips opening with pure disbelief for what he was saying.

He had to have heard that wrong, right? There was no way that’s what he said.  “D-Dazai? What are you doing here…and what do you mean by that..?” 

The boy only smirked though, moving his hand up to Oda’s sister’s shoulders in order to sling his arm over the surface with a carefree manner. “It means exactly what you think it means. This little darling and I have been official for three weeks already.” 

And the look of horror on Ango’s face was a sight to behold indeed. So much so that Dazai couldn’t help but revel in it. He couldn’t help it, after betraying their friendship it felt good to see him so distraught by the idea of him “dating” Asagao. 

Turning towards the devious mafioso, the agent glared at the depravity. “You..I told you to stay away and this is what you do? Is this some sort of punishment for what I did to the port mafia?”

Although he would’ve liked to be true, Dazai knew it wasn’t. Hell, if Asagao hadn’t approached him all those weeks ago then he would’ve kept his promise to stay away. It was her little bet and agreement that got him to stick around. 

Pouting his lips innocently, he then trailed his fingers down to her Asa’s waist before pulling her closer to him. “Aw, don’t look at me like that. Not at all, besides I wasn’t the one that asked. That was all Odasaku’s precious little sister’s doing.” 

Then all at once, Ango’s fury seemed to shift, his glare moving to the girl in question. “A-Asagao, what is the meaning of this, is he telling the truth?” 

The girl didn’t stutter though, she didn’t make up some kind of excuse, her body still as she allowed Dazai to possessively claim her. “Yeah, I asked him to be my boyfriend.”

She then watched Ango’s lips fall open with disgust as he ran an anxious hand through his hair before groaning. “This is worse than I thought..what were you thinking Asagao? Dazai is the worst person for you to be around. He is a bad influence, you should know that better than anyone.” 

Asa only scoffed though, rolling her eyes in the process. “Okay mom..” 

Who did he think he was, her brother? This guy may have been Oda’s best friend but she didn’t owe anything to him. He didn’t even know why she was doing all this. 

But to Ango, the man only saw an unruly fifteen year old girl, disobeying and acting out with an attitude that made him unexplainably furious. No, this needed to end now. He needed to make her see that Dazai Osamu was the worst possible option for her. 

Feeling his voice raise, the agent then turned towards the silent mafioso before lifting his hands out in exasperation. “I’m being serious! He’s incapable of caring, he’s just using you and you are letting him.” 

Ango knew Dazai insanely well after all. He had drank with him and heard all of his fucked up stories and viewpoints. The guy was a monster, a demon and though it fit in the port mafia setting perfectly, here it was not warranted. 

But the problem was, he couldn’t turn it off. He knew the boy couldn’t. He manipulated everything and everyone in his entire life. He wasn’t the kind boyfriend that he was probably pretending to be for her. She had to see that. 

Narrowing her eyes at his words, Asagao replied shortly. “Okay, and?” 

Ango couldn’t help but freeze at that. Why did it sound like she already knew about his intentions? What did she mean by that? Did she not care that Dazai was using her for his own selfish whims? He thought she had more self respect than that. 

Feeling himself unravel ever so slowly, the agent shouted back in disbelief. “A-And?! Are you even hearing yourself? It's one thing to come to Yokohama uninvited but now you’ve gone so far off the deep end.”

He was speaking like this was the end of the world, like her dating Dazai was armageddon and Asa found it annoying. “You’re overreacting, Ango. It’s really not that serious.”

The bandaged executive then chuckled to himself, before enjoying the pure fury in his eyes as he brushed his fingers up and down Asagao’s side with a hum. “Yeah Ango, lighten up.” 

Glaring at the two kids, the man’s eyes then flashed towards Dazai’s fingers before looking back towards the mysterious bandages he had spotted before.  

And when he spoke, it was dark and accusatory. “Then tell me what happened to your neck.”

All at once, Asagao felt her eyes widen as Dazai’s hand couldn’t help but pause as well, his fingers turning stationary as memories of the night played in each of their minds. He could still feel his fingers on her throat, whether he wanted to or not. 

Placing a nervous hand to her injury, Asa stuttered back. “Uhh well…that is..” 

Ango cut her off immediately, seemingly already knowing the truth. “Dazai, did you do it?” 

He then turned towards his old friend only for him to visibly allow his hand to fall from Asa’s side in visible guilt. What could he even say to that? He had put those marks there, and for once Dazai wasn’t proud of it. 

Although that’s when Asagao frowned in order to place a protective hand over his body, her fingers carefully keeping a distance so he didn’t tense up. “Hey, stop assuming things. It’s not Osu’s fault..I was the one that asked him to fight!” 

Dazai couldn’t help but stare in disbelief at that, his throat twisting uncomfortably in reply. She was defending him. Why? He didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve her kindness. 

Yet that’s when Asagao watched Ango’s face fall, knowing she had fucked up. “..Did you just say fight? 

Already feeling the nagging coming, the girl then slapped her hand over her face before groaning. This is what she was trying to avoid. “Oh boy..here we go…”

It was too late to stop the oncoming storm though, the agent bursting at the seams for what he was hearing. “You fought with Dazai? You can’t be serious. Do you know what he could’ve done to you?!”

Dazai couldn’t help but chuckle at the accusation though, knowing that he was underestimating Oda’s sister exponentially. If only his old friend saw the sadistic look she gave him just hours ago. Then he wouldn’t be saying that. 

No, even the mafia executive knew they were pretty evenly matched. “Actually Ango, Asa-chan here is a very talented lady. She got a few hits on me as well.”

Although that’s when he watched Asagao pause before shifting her eyes over to him only for a gentle grateful smile to cross her lips at the compliment. 

Huh, she must’ve not been given her credit very often for her to have reacted like that. 

Ango didn’t seem to share in the moment though, the man replying sharply. “I know she is, I saw her file before Oda asked me to erase it. That’s not the problem.”

Dazai felt his curiosity spike at that. Wait, Odasaku asked Ango to erase his little sister’s file? But he would’ve only done that if she had a list of crimes he wanted to disappear. But then that begged the question, what kinds of illegal things was Asa a part of as a child? 

Asagao seemed to know immediately though, her shoulders turning tense as the agent continued roughly. “I know what you did as a child, Asagao. And now you're fighting again? Don’t you realize how bad that is? If you keep this up then you will..”

The girl’s eyes then flashed with realization before her lips curled into a lethal smile. “Oh, I get it. You’re afraid I’m gonna turn dark like Osu by hanging out with him. You’re scared of me and of what I can do. That’s why you brought in all these government idiots. What? Afraid I’m gonna snap? That I’m gonna join the port mafia? You’ve gotta be kidding me..” 

And from the look on his face, she guessed completely right, the agent shaking his head in order to shout back with desperation. “I’m trying to help you, I’m trying to keep from being manipulated and turning back into a hellhound pet !” 

The air turned silent then as Dazai tried to decipher the meaning. It was obvious that Asagao was professionally trained as an assassin from their fight, so much so that it seemed like her unhinged expressions were a part of that. 

He had compared her to a crazed dog before so Ango calling her a “hellhound” wasn’t that far off. Was his theory correct? Did people seek after her for her talent? Did they also want her chained down and owned like he had briefly thought for a moment? 

No wonder why Odasaku sent her away and kept her a secret. 

Asagao didn’t react though, her eyes simply closing at the silence before she smiled back in a way that Dazai knew wasn’t completely authentic. “Yeah? Well, I didn’t ask for your help. So thanks but no thanks.” 

The girl then turned around in order to escape further into the apartment only for Ango to call after her. “You know, Oda would be so disappointed in you for what you’re doing.” 

Pausing for a moment, Asa then turned her head before snapping her eyes back to his. “No, Ango. I don’t know that. Thanks for the insight though.” 

She then turned back only for Dazai to sense a change within her. Yes, on the outside she seemed calm but the boy could see the timer in each of her steps, like a bomb waiting to explode. 

Ango kept pushing through, following after her as the various agents stood in silent wait. “Can’t you take anything seriously? Odasaku wouldn’t want this.” 

Asagao only lifted her hand up, dismissing him completely. “Good to know..” 

The man was furious though, not letting her escape. How dare she just walk away when Odasaku spent his entire life making sure she had a better one than him. “You know, by doing this you are disobeying his wishes and dishonoring everything he’s ever done..” 

She then paused again, her lips turning up into another forced smile before pushing the thought away completely. “And you know what, we are not having this conversation..”

Dazai could tell though, he could tell that she was unraveling. She wore a smile, sure. But he had analyzed her for three weeks straight. He knew her better than she probably knew herself. And right now, Asagao was falling from that positive mask by the second. 

If Ango pushed anymore, she’d surely snap. 

And push he did, the agent only seeing disrespect in order for him to shout the worst sentence of all. “We will have this conversation until you understand that what you’re doing is disgraceful! You are making everything he did, every single sacrifice worthless. Do you even know what he had to do for you?!”

Just then, every single unpleasant and tortuous memory crashed into her mind in order to feel that same sickening reality that she had been trying to ignore this entire night. 

He died because he took your place.

It’s your fault. 

Gritting her teeth, Asagao’s smile then fell for a millisecond before she turned back to Ango with so much frustrated pain that it shook the entire room. “Of course I know!” 

The two boys then watched as Oda’s sister chuckled to herself in order to run a frazzled hand through her hair, the girl’s smile shaking and snapping back into place, almost like she needed it to be there. “Fuck, Ango seriously? Why do you have to bring up shit I’m trying to forget. I spent all night trying to not think about it and you just had to ruin it.” 

Shaking her head, Asa then added with defeat. “Of course I know that Oda sacrificed his entire life for me and I can’t even have the decency to remember his goddamn face.”

She then took in a shaky breath before pushing her arms around herself in order to hold her own misery together. “You think I asked for him to save me, you think I wanted to live my life with the guilt that he was suffering instead? He wouldn’t even tell me what was happening in his letters, he never let me in, not once...”

Her words came out so bitterly, so spiteful, like she blamed her brother for his inability to never let her share in his world. “His work, his life, everything I wanted to know about he kept secret. The only thing he talked about was Dazai, a complete stranger that I had never met before. Do you know how frustrating that is? Do you know how that feels? To not know your own family and yet know everything about a boy who doesn't even know you exist?” 

At that, Dazai couldn’t help but widen his eyes. She just called him by his last name. That was the first time she had ever done that. It sounded so distant, so strange. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like being so far away from her comprehension. 

But he supposed that’s why she said it. He didn’t know her until recently, she was a stranger to him until she showed up at Oda’s apartment. She must have felt betrayed, having only heard about him and not the family she so desperately wanted to be close to. 

Why, why did Odasaku only speak about him? Why was Dazai the only person that Odasaku had let be a part of her life? He didn’t know and he feared he would never find the answer. 

Ango only looked stunned though, causing Asagao to scoff before pointing an accusatory finger in his direction. “Of course you don’t, because you had the luxury of actually knowing him. You knew him so well and I still don’t even know if he ever resented me..”

Her voice then fell off then, realizing the weight of her words only for Ango to lift his hand out with sadness. 

Did she really think that Odasaku hated her? Didn’t she know how much he loved her? “Asa..”

She only slapped the affection away though, her voice bitter. “You know, maybe he did, maybe he always hated me. Maybe he cursed my name for years after having to go through the torture that was designed for me..” 

Placing a hand to her bandaged neck, Asa then frowned in memory. “You may see my actions as reckless decisions but the only things I’ve ever had from him are feelings, fragments of who he was. The nostalgic adrenaline when I fight, the promises of fragile positivity, without that I had nothing, he gave me nothing else to cling to..”

She then paused before turning her sad eyes towards the brown haired boy across from her before speaking softly. “Expect Osamu. He gave me Osamu, and I damn well am not about to let him go just because you say so. Even if his only reason to stay is to use me and throw me away, it doesn’t matter. He can do as he pleases..” 

Placing her hand gently to her chest, she then began to smile again, except this time it seemed a tiny bit more genuine than before. “Because he gives me stories, memories that are so cruel and yet so beautiful, just out of reach from what I can comprehend. But I try my best to because anything is better than those broken fragments I was forced to cling to for my entire life..”

And Asagao believed that with her whole entire heart. She was using Osamu to find her brother, that much was already established but just having him stand by her side brought a sense of calm she didn’t know she could feel until three weeks ago. 

Just his very presence was enough to make the loneliness in her heart dissipate. He didn’t even have to do anything, he didn’t even have to be kind to her or look at her other than a stranger. As long as he stayed by her side for a little while, then she would be alright. 

 She would never receive another letter from Oda now that he was dead, which meant that Osamu was the last remaining thing she had to him. 

So much so that she was dependent on him. Not by his actions or words but rather by knowledge that he existed, that he wasn’t just some sort of fantasy Oda constructed in his mind. He was tangible and real, and that meant everything to her. 

He meant everything to her. 

Dazai on the other hand couldn’t help but be stunned by the admiration she spoke so openly. Sure, she wasn’t attached to him as a person, that was certain. 

It was more of the concept of him that made her so grateful. She was just happy to have something constant and nostalgic in her life. 

Hell, if Odasaku had mentioned Ango instead of him in those letters then he was sure Asagao would’ve been clinging to the agent instead. 

But it was the fact that it was him , the fact that out of everyone in the entire world she had put so much devoted feeling into a broken sad suicidal boy like him was unbelievable. 

He didn’t deserve that kind of praise or honor. Anyone would've been a better companion when she was a child. 

How ironic. All throughout his entire life Dazai felt alone, he always felt suffocatingly insignificant, like nothing would ever change if he disappeared one day.

But it seemed like that wasn’t true. Because somewhere across the world there was a girl that depended on his pathetic little life like a vice. 

She didn’t care what he said or did. No. Asagao only cared that he was alive, that he stayed alive and woke up the next morning. It was an insignificant yet hard thing for Dazai to grasp, the realization that he did matter to someone this entire time. 

The feeling was overwhelming, so much so that the boy didn’t know how to take it. 

And though it didn’t change his desire to leave this world painlessly, he now knew the truth. 

Suddenly dying didn’t seem so easy anymore. 

Giving a heavy sigh, Asagao then dropped her hand before turning her gaze back towards the stunned agent. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, Ango. I wouldn’t expect anyone to understand…”

She then sucked in another shaky breath before lifting her hands out in sad defeat. “I know you two would’ve liked it better if he was the one alive right now instead of me but I can’t do a damn thing about it, okay? I’m sorry life didn’t work out the way any of us wanted..”

Closing her eyes in pain, Asa then whispered brokenly. “..I’m sorry I survived and he didn’t.”

It was a reality she didn’t want to face and yet it was so hard to ignore all the same. She wasn’t Odasaku, she was just a discount dollar store version of what both of them wanted. She as a person didn’t matter and the only reason either of them cared was because her big brother's blood ran in her veins. 

Oh, how disappointed they must have been to be stuck with her instead. 

Then before either of them could blink, she disappeared from their sights before they heard the front door slam as the government agents pulled out their weapons and tense. “Sir..”

Ango only put a hand up though, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let her go.”

The agent’s then relaxed only for Dazai to see his old friend’s shoulders sag with a broken mutter in order to speak out to an invisible force. “Odasaku, what do I do now?” 

Closing his eyes at the sound of Oda's name, the mafia executive then sighed before looking towards the front door silently. It seemed like neither of them knew what to say now. 

And Ango was at an absolute loss. He was never good with kids and Asagao was no different. He pushed too hard and assumed so many things and it only drove her away. He just wanted to protect her like his best friend did, he wanted to take over that role. Was that so bad? To carry on Odasaku’s legacy?

Although that’s when the man watched as Dazai simply shoved his hands in his pockets before moving back towards the living room only for the agent to frown at his disregard for the situation. “Dazai, where are you going?” 

The boy only narrowed his eyes though, his voice distant. “Work.” 

Scoffing at his vague tone, Ango then turned towards the kid with disdain. It was just as expected, Dazai didn’t care about any of this. He didn’t care that Asagao was falling apart or that she had just confessed that he had always been her lifeline. 

He was just as cruel and inhuman as he remembered. 

The agent then balled his fists before speaking out towards the seemingly detached boy. “Do you know where she could be going?”

At that, the boy then paused before turning back to Ango in order to shrug his shoulders absentmindedly, his eyes holding something other than just truth.  

“Who knows.”

-----

To say that Dazai went back to the port mafia was a flat out lie, one that he couldn’t show in front of Ango. Maybe on any other day he could’ve dismissed what had happened tonight but for some reason the fifteen year old kid felt his feet move towards somewhere else entirely. 

 The truth was, the boy knew exactly where Oda’s sister was the moment she left. He could read her after all. In fact, it was fairly obvious to anyone that had been paying attention. 

But his reasons for lying to his old friend stemmed from the uncertainty of Ango taking her away from him. He was selfish after all, and though it was better for her to go, Dazai felt himself cling on even so. 

Pausing in order to look out towards the familiar rooftop view of Yokohama, he found the spot where Asagao and him had spoken three weeks ago before shoving his hands into his pockets with a sigh. 

He could almost picture her foolish goofy face as she placed that bet for him to be her boyfriend. Back then he agreed as a joke and yet here he was, still occupying the title, even if it was just in name only. 

Gazing around the area, the bandaged boy then found what he was looking for, her small frame curled up by her knees in order to sadly gaze at the sunrise with that same distant look in her eye. 

The one that showed when she wasn’t allowing herself to truly view the world.

And as he approached, it was obvious to tell that she had sensed him appear. Yet even so she still didn’t make a sound, simply staring ahead as her fingers squeezed her knees once more.

He didn’t say a word to her, only moving to her spot before Dazai slumped his body down so that his back was resting against his, his face unseen by the girl in question. 

From this distance, the two couldn’t analyze anything about each other, and that’s exactly what Dazai wanted. For you see, he didn’t know how to comfort someone, he didn’t even know how to show the tiniest bit of sympathy. 

The mafia had taught him to control, manipulate and exploit. They showed him the most effective way to skin someone alive and make them cry of forgiveness only to give no mercy. 

But the one thing they didn’t teach him how to be is human. 

Yet that’s when Odasaku’s voice rang through his mind once more, causing the boy to close his eyes in defeat.  

Be a good man. 

And then, he tried, speaking out into the air.  “He didn’t resent you.” 

Asagao didn’t move though, allowing Dazai to continue as he thought about the soft smile he had seen time and time again. “Odasaku wasn’t that kind of man. He was kind, selfless, and even if you asked him not to save you he would’ve done it anyways.” 

He then paused before absentmindedly shaking his head in response. This wouldn’t work. It didn’t matter what he felt about the man, she needed proof, she needed facts to believe that what he was saying was true. 

Pushing his lips together in silent thought, the boy then smiled to himself, knowing exactly what to say. 

She wanted to know about her brother's life, and he could give her that. “He took care of orphans in his free time and I always wondered why he wanted to waste his time with such sniveling brats. But now I can see why..” 

Dazai then titled his head up before finishing softly. “They reminded him of you.” 

It was obvious now, more so than ever before. Odasaku housed those brats because he was trying to fill some kind of hole. 

Back when he was alive, Dazai never understood what caused him to start doing it, but now that Asagao was here it seemed like all the pieces had finally clicked into place. 

Feeling himself grow nostalgic at his own words, he continued. “Me too, I think I reminded him of you also. That’s why he helped me, why he liked talking to me. He probably saw it as an extension of you in some way. Both those orphans and I, he took us in to feel closer to you..”

And that was always his greatest mystery, how Odasaku was able to handle such a destructive and detached child like Dazai. The boy always found it strange how he never ran away or looked disgusted by his actions. He always just gave him that same placid calm look, the one that made him feel just a little bit more normal then he actually was. 

Perhaps that was because whenever the man looked at Dazai, he saw his sister in some kind of twisted way. He wished Oda told him that, cause now the kid had to go on never knowing if that was the truth. 

Feeling his lips curve up into a sad smile, he then chuckled to himself. “And you know, it probably killed him not to talk about you, to brag about his cute little sister. Ango told me that he couldn’t help himself when he was drunk. That means that you were on his mind one way or another.” 

He understood why he did it, why his friend kept her a secret for his entire life. It was the most logical way to keep her safe. He didn’t tell her about himself or his life because he was most likely afraid that Asagao would’ve followed after him. Then Oda would’ve had to live with the guilt of her being used and caged again. 

And Dazai couldn’t blame him for it, he couldn’t resent him for such a thing. Although, it was obvious that the man probably didn’t know the consequences of his actions. That by pushing her away he had inadvertently damaged her in a way that couldn’t be changed. 

Now his own sister was left to pick up the pieces that he had left behind, unable to ever find any definitive proof that he ever loved her. 

But Dazai knew better, he knew his old friend better then she ever could. Which meant that the only one that could put her mind at ease was him. “But I knew him, and that man was incapable of hate, so I know he didn’t hate you..” 

He then felt Asa lift her head from her knees, her voice shaky and uncertain. “Why are you saying this? You have no obligation to. This wasn’t a part of our deal.” 

No, it wasn’t, but even still the boy continued to speak, unsure why he was doing so in the first place. “I don’t know, I just know he wouldn’t have wanted you to think like this. He wouldn’t have wanted to see you sad, to think he didn’t care about you..”

Because he did, he knew he did. Odasaku had to have loved his little sister. 

He wouldn’t have done all of this work if he didn’t. He wouldn’t have written her letters or wiped her existence from the mafia or withheld anything to do with her if he didn’t care. Dazai truly believed that, and he wanted her to believe it also. 

Reaching into his black suit pocket, the boy then pulled out his most precious possession before placing it on the grassy ground in order to slide it over for her to see. 

He then watched Asagao slowly pick up the black at white photograph before gasping quietly at the sight. 

It was a picture of her brother. 

And not only that, it was a picture of both Dazai and Ango as well, all of them standing side by side with drinks in their hands as they looked towards the camera with expressionless confusion, like the badged boy had forced them into the position for fun. 

And almost immediately, Asagao felt her eyes water, placing a finger gently towards her ever stoic brother with a shaky smile. So that’s what he looked like. He had grown taller than the last time she saw him. 

But even so, the girl tried to hold in her tears, not wanting to shed such an unpleasant emotion and fail her brother’s last wish. “Just like when I was a kid..you still manage to bring me closer to him..”

At that, Dazai couldn’t help but frown, his chest filling with an unpleasant reminder of the type of faith she had in him. He didn’t deserve it, he wasn’t dependable like that. 

Pushing his lips together in conflict, he spoke again, allowing the uncertainty to fill the air. “Odasaku should've picked someone else to talk about in those letters..”

It was a simple fact. Odasaku put so much time and effort into describing Dazai’s life only for him to plan to end it all as quickly as possible. He was a fragile promise, something that could not be trusted to stay in this fucked up world. 

Yet that’s when he heard her voice, far too sweet and kind. “I’m glad it was you.” 

The boy then felt himself crumble at that, recalling the promise that Oda had given him. How could she say that? Didn’t she know he was a failure? That he was dishonoring his best friend in the worst possible way?

And because his back was turned, Dazai spoke the truth, knowing that she couldn’t see his pathetically weak face from where they were sitting. “But I don’t even know what it means to be a good man..” 

She answered then, her head turning up to rest on his shoulder as Dazai couldn’t help but tense at the touch. “Do you want to be?” 

Looking away from the girl, Dazai then recalled the lingering feeling of his fingers on her throat before shaking his head sadly.  

Of course he wanted to be. He wanted to make Odasaku proud, to have his death mean something. But that was easier said than done. 

Perhaps he should just stop trying altogether. It would make things much easier if it was only going to end in failure anyways.  “It doesn’t matter, it’s impossible for someone evil like me.”

The air was silent then as Dazai waited for her to agree with him, to condemn him like he deserved for putting his hands on her, for disappointing her, for being unable to keep her brother's promise. 

 Yet that’s when she replied, the very words causing his dark thoughts to dissipate. “If there can be a possibility of evil then why can’t there be a possibility of good?” 

At that, Dazai felt his eyes fall to his hands. How could she say that? Demons couldn’t be cleansed into angels, he said that before. Yes there was a possibility but it was slim, so incredibly slim. 

Shaking his head, he responded automatically, already knowing the truth. “Because I’m…”

A demon, a monster, a killer, a liar, a controller, a manipulator, an exploiter, inhuman, incapable, deflective. There were so many ways to end that sentence and yet Dazai didn’t have the heart to use any of them. 

Although that’s when Asagao finished his sentence. ”You’re Osamu, my boyfriend.” 

Feeling himself pause, he then heard her smile through her words, looking up at the sunrise with knowing thought. “Maybe you just need someone to believe in the things you can’t see just yet..” 

The things he couldn’t see yet? What was that supposed to mean? Was she suggesting that he needed someone to believe that he could be good? But no one would believe that, no sane person anyways. 

So much so, Dazai smirked at the idea, knowing it was a fool's dream. “And what kinds of things are that, love?”

Yet that’s when he felt the pressure on his shoulder get heavy in order to hear the soft intake of breath from Asagao only for him to snort in reply. What an idiot, falling asleep on him so shamelessly. 

Well, they did keep each other all night after all. 

Debating moving so that she would wake up, Dazai then froze as Asagao’s sleepy voice coursed through his ears, causing his heart to strain without permission.

“Osamu..I think you’re a good man.”

Widening his eyes at her words, the boy then sharply turned only to find her completely passed out, like she had said them in her dream filled decision. 

But even so, Dazai heard every word. 

And though the boy was incapable of a lot of things, he wasn’t incapable of the overwhelming feeling of emotion that coursed through every single vein and muscle without permission. 

She believed in him, she believed that he could be a good man. 

Even when no one else believed, even when he himself couldn’t believe, she did.

It was a foolish statement, she was foolish for saying it but even so Dazai couldn’t help but lift his head up in reply, staring towards the blinding sunrise before shifting his gaze towards Asagao. 

How dare she encourage him, how dare she give him the very thing he wanted to hear since Oda’s death. How dare she say such a foolish thing so casually. 

And how dare she make him feel this way, so human.

So fragile. 

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missing you - lando norris

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: in which you’re missing lando, so you reminisce on some of your past memories

authors note: i don’t know what was up with me when I wrote this but it’s so sad. i didn’t plan for it to go this way at all </3

enjoy!!

The autumn breeze was present as you sat under the beautiful oak trees, staring up at the clouds. You loved these moment of silence with nature, although it wasn’t completely silent as you could hear your little three year old, Lana, singing to herself.

“Mama, when are we going to go?” you heard her call out. “Soon, my love, Mama’s just thinking about things.” you replied to her.

She made her way over to you. “What kind of things, Mama?”, placing herself down beside you. You stroked her cheek. “Just about me and your Dada, that’s all love.”

“I can’t wait for Dada to come back from racing.” Lana replied as she ran off again, and sat down amongst the daisies.

—————

“So, uh the lift is stuck” Lando said to you, helping you to stand up after the sudden jolt threw you to the ground.

“Thanks Lando, but I think I knew that.” Lando chuckled, both amused but also trying to mask his embarrassment. “So what do we do?” He asked you.

You loved working with Lando, you seriously did, but, sometimes he was just a beat behind.

You walked over to the buttons. “I’d probably press the emergency help button, what about you?” Lando chuckled, again, but this time to only mask his embarrassment.

You pressed the button and was met with silence. No noise, no voice that would reassure you that the fire brigade were on their way, or that maintenance would get you out soon. Nothing.

You started to panic a bit, but tried not to let Lando see it. “It’s okay, uh, I’ll call Zak and let him know what’s happening.” You pulled out your phone, but was greeted with a ‘No Service’ message in the top left corner. “Crap, Lan, I don’t have any service. Do you?”

A small smile grew on Lando’s face when you called him ‘Lan’. You never called him that before, but now was not the time to focus on that. He searched his jeans and found his phone.

“I don’t have service either.” Great.

You plopped yourself down on the floor, leaning against the wall of the lift. “It’s safer to sit down, because then if the lift starts to fall, you can lie down faster.”

Lando met you with a blank stare. “Y/N, why would you freak me out more by saying that?” You giggled, “Sorry, I genuinely didn’t mean to. Come on, sit down.” you said, patting a spot beside you.

Lando sat down next to you and you engaged in conversation, mostly about McLaren’s strategy for the next race, and about the photos you were hoping to capture over the weekend, being team photographer and all.

You talked for hours, and you noticed Lando moving himself closer and closer towards you, until there wasn’t even ten centimeters between you two, but you didn’t mention it.

You were in the middle of telling a story, when Lando grasped your face with his hand and pulled you towards him and started kissing you, softly.

This time, you were the one that was a beat behind, as it took you a few seconds to realize what was happening, but you kissed back immediately, then realized how long you had been wanting that for.

Lando then suddenly pulled away.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that without asking you, it was stupid, I don’t even know if you like me like that or-”

This time you cut Lando off by kissing him, gently stroking the stubble along his jawline before breaking it off. “I do like you like that, I was just too nervous to say anything.”

—————

The garage erupted into cheers as Lando passed Carlos into P1. There was only a handful of laps left in the race, and you were praying that he could hold onto that lead.

The garage fell silent again, as Carlos was now within a second of Lando, and they were approaching a DRS zone. Your fingers were crossed as you watched Carlos’ DRS activated, but he just didn’t have the speed to pass Lando.

As he sped around the next few corners, you shut your eyes, until you heard.

“Oh no! Carlos Sainz has lost the rear and gone completely wide! Straight into the gravel! There’s no way he will be able to recover from this.”

That, for the McLaren engineers, was confirmation that Lando Norris, was finally a Grand Prix winner. There was cheers and tears spread around the garage, the overwhelming joy that everybody had for Lando was incredible. There was hugs all around, at you all starting chanting ‘Let’s Go Lando’

“He’s been waiting a long time for this, but today is Lando Norris’ and McLaren’s day, as he crosses the line to win the Austrian Grand Prix!”

You watched as the engineers leaned over the pit lane wall, waving and cheering for Lando. You all ran towards parc ferme chanting Lando’s name. The commentators were right, he had been waiting ages for this, but it was finally his time to shine.

He parked up his car behind the beautiful P1 stand and jumped out of the car, throwing off his helmet and balaclava into his seat. You were the first person he ran to, you threw your arms around him and hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go.

“Oh my God, I’m so so proud of you Lando. I love you forever and always.”

It was like time stopped, Lando pulled himself back from the hug and started beaming. “Y/N, I love you too.” You pulled him into a kiss as you were both in your own world, somehow able to ignore the shouts and cheers from the McLaren engineers and all the fans.

“Now go get your trophy, my love.”

You watched proudly as Lando stood on the podium, with his iconic champagne celebration. As he shook it over the crew, and your hair got soaked in champagne, you knew that this would be his first win of many.

—————

You hitched up your dress and ran up the hill a bit faster, struggling your way in your Doc Martin boots. “Lan, if you don’t hurry up, we’ll miss the sunset.” You turned and grabbed his hand, trying to convince him to speed up.

“What’s so special about a sunset?” You felt somewhat offended by this comment, he knew how much you loved nature, photographic nature in particular. “The Monegasque sunset doesn’t even compare to the one we usually see in the UK, now hurry up, I don’t want to miss it!”

You two had finally reached the top of the hill the overlooked the whole of Monaco, and it was breathtaking. You looked out at the horizon , watching the sun set and seeing its beautiful colours reflecting off of the still water.

“Oh Lan. Isn’t it just spectacular?” you asked him, mesmerized by the scene infront. “Yeah, I have to admit that it does look stunning.” He pulled you into a side hug and gently pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Not as stunning as you though.” You leaned tighter into his side, loving that you could finally share this view with him.

Lando went over to his backpack and pulled out his camera. You couldn’t deny that you loved him even more after he started showing an interest in photography, that was, if loving him even more was possible.

“Stand in front of the sunset and I’ll snap some cute photos.” You stood in front of the sunset, with your back facing Lando, pulling different poses, hoping they were Instagram worthy. However, when you turned back around, you were met with a surprise.

Lando was down on one knee, holding a small velvet box with a diamond ring inside it, smiling up at you. Your trembling hands went straight to cover your mouth, you couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Y/N, I am so desperately in love with you. From the moment you first joined McLaren, to the moment we had our first kiss in the elevator, to this moment, right now, and every single moment in between, I have been falling in love with you more and more each day. I’ve loved creating memories with you as my girlfriend, but I think after three years, it’s about time I start creating memories with you as my wife. So Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You couldn’t even find the words to properly form a sentence, so you nodded frantically and repeated ‘yes’ over and over as Lando placed the ring on your finger and pulled you into a loving, passionate kiss. You couldn’t believe you would be getting married to the love of your life.

“Lando, I love you, so, so much, forever and always.”

“I love you so so much too, Y/N.”

—————

You collapsed onto the floor, finding comfort in the cool tiles of the bathroom. You had been feeling unwell again, for what was now the second week in a row.

Lando rushed in to the bathroom. “Y/N? Are you okay?” You nodded your head and attempted to stand up, gripping on to the bath to support yourself. “Yup, all go-” but before you knew it, weakness had spread throughout your body and you had fell on the bathroom floor, again.

“No you’re not okay. I’m staying with you today.” You shook your head frantically. “No, it’s media day. You can’t stay here and neither can I.”

You attempted to get up, again, but this time Lando held you down by your shoulders. “You’re ill, you’re not going anywhere, and neither am I.” Tears started to well up in your eyes with guilt. You hated letting your boyfriend and your colleagues down, and frankly you felt you were doing both.“No, please Lando, you have to go, but I’ll stay here okay? I’ll be fine.”

Lando reluctantly agreed as he gently scooped you up into his arms and carried you back to the hotel bed, placing a glass of water on the bedside table. He stroked your hair gently as you began to doze off.

“Lando, you’ll be late.” He softly smiled, “I know, but I’m waiting for someone to look after you.” You woke up a small bit, “Please don’t tell me it’s a doctor.” Lando started to laugh, “No, no, unless Carmen’s a doctor and I wasn’t aware.”

Moments later, there was a soft knock at the door and Carmen was there, arms full of bits and pieces for you, like fluffy socks, a hot water bottle, medicine and soup. She sat down beside you and assured Lando that she’d take great care of you.

You smiled up at Lando. “Lan, you have to go, Zak will kill you if you leave the team waiting again.” Lando chuckled as he leaned down towards you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “Okay, okay, I’m going.” He turned to Carmen, “Thanks again for being able to look after her.” She smiled back, “Not a problem.”

It wasn’t long after Lando had left, but you found yourself back on the bathroom floor, gripping on to the toilet for physical and moral support. Carmen gently stroke your back and held you hair out of your way.

“This must be a terrible stomach bug, Y/N. How long have you had it for?” You rested your head on your arms, trying to gather your thoughts together. “Uh, nearly every day for the past two weeks. I must be allergic to something I’ve been eating I guess.”

“Y/N, I don’t mean to intrude on your personal life, but when was your last period?”

You sat back against the bathroom wall and your mouth dropped open, as you realized you had missed your period, by a lot.

“Oh God, i-it was ages ago. But I’ve been so busy with the team and everything going on at McLaren with Lando and Daniel, I haven’t been paying attention.” You pressed your face into your hands, “How could I be so stupid? Lando probably doesn’t even want a kid, I mean we’re only 26 and we haven’t really talked about it and-”

You felt Carmen’s hand on your shoulder. “Let’s not panic until we know anything for sure. Do you think you’ll be able to manage if I run to the shops for 5 minutes?”

You didn’t really want to be left alone, but you needed to know if you were pregnant or not. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be okay.”

The next while passed in a blur, you were still sick while Carmen was out, you cried, you took the pregnancy test, but now it you had to play waiting game. 5 minutes had never felt so long.

Carmen wrapped her arms around you as you were shaking, mostly with nerves, but with a little bit of excitement too. You’ve always dreamed of having a kid, but your life was so demanding, you hadn’t really had the chance to think about it.

The sound of the alarm snapped you out of your trance. “Okay, it’s time.” You slowly made your way over to the sink, picking up the pregnancy test, and you hand reached up to cover your mouth.

“Car, I’m pregnant.”

Hours later, Lando finally returned home. Carmen had just left after comforting you for hours, but that didn’t stop the sobbing currently coming from you.

“Y/N, how are yo-” He paused as he entered the bedroom, not expecting to be met with you sat on the side of your bed, distraught. “Y/N, tell me what’s wrong. Do I need to get you to a hospital?”

You shook your head frantically, and patted the space beside you, motioning for Lando to sit beside you.

Your voice just about managed to whisper, “I need to tell you something, promised you won’t be mad.”

He nodded his head softly, “I could never be mad at you, my dear.”

You grabbed his hand and leaned over to the beside table, grabbing the pregnancy test to explain your story.

“Uh so, I’ve been sick for a while, but since I wasn’t at the last few races, you didn’t notice and I didn’t tell you. But this morning I took a test, and, uh, well, I’m pregnant.”

Lando looked shocked, but it didn’t take long for the shock to be replaced by pure joy. “You’re pregnant? Y/N, that’s amazing!” He turned towards you, but with a more serious tone. “Do you not want it? Is that why you were crying? I don’t mind if you don’t want it, it’s totally up to you.”

“You want it?” You asked, your voice breaking.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?” “We never really got the chance to talk, and I was worried that maybe you thought we’re too young, or you didn’t want kids at all.”

“Y/N, I want kids. I want a whole family with you. I love the journey the two of us have had together, but I want to share our journey with more people, people that we create.”

You started grinning from ear to ear, and engulfed him in a massive hug.

“We’re going to be parents, Lan.”

“We’re going to be the best parents ever.”

“I love you Y/N, forever and always.”

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A little hand patting your shoulder snapped you out of your reminiscing. “Mama, can we go now? I can’t be late to Penelope’s tea party. Max will be dressing up too!”

You smiled up at her, and it was like looking at a carbon copy of Lando. From her beautiful brown curls to her blue eyes that were so easy to get lost in, and of course her little giggle, nearly identical to her husband’s.

“Of course Lana. We can’t let you miss the tea party.” You started to stand up and dust any dirt off of your jeans.

Lana pulled a bunch of daisies and buttercups out of her pocket. “Mama, can you send these to Dada? I hate how he’s racing all the time now, I miss him.”

You patted the girls head. “Of course I can, now go head to the car, I’ll be there in a minute.” You watched as she bounced her way to the car, skipping and singing as she went along.

You looked at the flowers in your hand, and placed them on the grave in front of you.

Lando Norris

Dearly missed by his family and friends

Rest in Peace

Tears welled up in your eyes, but your frantically blinked them away, trying to be strong for your daughter.

“Lando, I know what you’re probably thinking. It’s terrible that I haven’t told our child that her Dad has died, but I can’t do it.”

The tears were streaming down your face now.

“You’re her favourite person. How do I tell our angel that she won’t see you again? I don’t believe it most days. I wake up every morning, praying that your accident was just a nightmare, and that you’ll wake up beside me.”

You started choking on your sobs now.

“I love you Lando, forever and always, and our little girls does too. Never forget that, okay? I miss you so so much my love. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

And with that, you turned away from the grave and headed to your car.

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#f1 #lando norris #formula 1 #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x female reader #sad #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #feelingf1

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Suffer In Silence II: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 934

description: Y/N hears Eddie say how he really feels about her which gives her the motivation to finally let him know that you feel that same way

It had been a few weeks since Eddie got to see how sentimental and caring you were towards him when you thought he was sleeping and he couldn't get it out of his mind. He begin thinking that maybe you did feel the same way as he did and thought about telling you the truth about how he really felt.

Eddie went to school day hoping maybe to test the waters a little more with you but you weren't there which made him frown because where were you today, you never missed school. By the time lunch came he was already to ditch so he could go see where you were. He reached your house and knocked on the door, where you answered the door wrapped up in a blanket.

"Jesus, you look like crap, are you feeling okay?" He asked walking in.

"Wow that's whatever girl wants to hear Eds, but seriously I'm fine.....it's just mother nature paying me a visit." You said taking a seat on the couch.

"Ohhhh.....Do you need anything?" He asked.

"Umm honestly I could go for some snacks, my mom is supposed to stop by the store after work tonight but I don't think I can wait that long." You said.

"Say no more...I can go grab us some snacks and whatnot and we can watch some movies if you are up to it." He said as you nodded your head.

"Thanks, Eds." You said as he left.

While waiting for Eddie to return with your snacks, you felt the aspirin you had taken finally kick and make you feel sleepy, so you got up and headed to your room and got comfortable figuring a quick power nap wouldn't hurt before he returned.

Eddie returned about ten minutes into your nap and found you fast asleep in your room making him smile as he brushed some of your hair out of your face. He sat next to you admiring how peaceful you looked in your sleep while you had woken up when you felt him touch your face and were planning on getting him back for what he did a couple of weeks ago when you heard him start speaking.

"Look I know you are sleeping right now but I just wanted to tell you that I love you and have been in love with you for a while now, and I know you probably don't feel the same way as I do and I'm okay with that but I just needed to tell you."

You were honestly too stunned to do anything, you weren't honestly expecting to hear Eddie pour his heart out to you and it was killing you not to be able to let you know he felt the same because you felt like it was an invasion of privacy to be awake right now. You forced yourself back to sleep for another thirty minutes while thinking about how you were gonna tell Eddie how you felt without letting him know that you knew how he felt.

"Hey sleepyhead, how are you feeling?" He asked as you started waking up.

"A bit better, sorry for falling asleep." You said sitting up next to him.

"No need to apologize, I figured you were going to fall asleep at some point." He said offering you a small smile.

It was a couple of days later when you and Eddie were watching Porky's II when you two would finally land on the topic and give the gateway to tell Eddie how you felt.

"So can I ask you, something sweetheart?" Eddie asked you as you nodded your head at him to continue.

"Why haven't you gone out with any of those guys that have asked?" He asked you.

"Uh none of them are my type plus I've kinda my eye on someone for a while now." You said.

"And whose that? And why haven't you asked them out yet?" He asked you with his eyebrow raised.

"Well he's this guy I've known forever and he is probably one of the biggest sweethearts I know. He's got the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen that I find myself getting lost in a lot, he's a talented musician and D&D player even if I can't understand the game 90% of the time, and I didn't know how to tell him because I didn't want to risk our friendship if he didn't feel the same way." You said looking at him.

"Trust me he's felt the same way for years...he's had that same fear for years but now he's see's what a mistake that was." He said as you realized how close your faces were now.

"Well is he gonna kiss me or do I got take charge in that aspect too?" You mused with a smile as you felt him cup your face, feeling the cold metal of rings on your face.

When your lips touched his, it was everything you imagined and more as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You two stayed like that for a few minutes until you had to pull apart for oxygen.

"That was...better than I imagined." He said making you laugh at him.

"So does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?" He asked looking at you.

"Hmm, I might need more kisses to make a decision like that." You said making him shake his head with a laugh as he gave you a couple of pecks and one long kiss.

"I would nothing more than to be your girlfriend officially" You said looking at him with a smile and watching as his own smile grew more.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

[ramen8baka]

Gojo x reader Gojo has a crush on his student yn she's 18-19 y/o and yn doesn't like him she feels uncomfortable and always kinda avoid or ignore him and howd Gojo feel about that?!?

hmm… I’m sensing a bit of yandere 🤔

but I’m so so so so so sooo sorry this took forever 😭 I’ve been unbelievably busy. Anyways, here u go 🫶

tw: yandere, violence, overall pretty creepy

“Come on, keep going! Then after we can go out to dinner,” gojo says as you groan.

“I’ve told you ten million times! I don’t like you like that and your way too old for me.” You give up on your last push up.

“hey! Get back up keep going,” he says. You had no idea why he made you do push ups all the time. Unless if it was to stare at you. See, gojo had been all over you and wanting to take you out ever since he met you, really. And you didn’t want to. At all. “I’m done. I’m gonna go home now, Gojo.” You say as you grab your things and start walking. He just runs after you and starts walking alongside you. “How about i take you out then? All on me,” he puts his hands up. You just keep walking.

when you make it to your house you have to slam the door as fast as you can in order to not let him inside. “y/n! I need to tell you something!!” He knocks on the door. More like bangs. This was getting out of hand. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• You stretch and pull the covers away to start your day. It was the weekend, so no training today. You and your friend were meeting up for lunch. The both of you were best friends. A lot of people mistake you for a couple when it’s really just all platonic

“Y/n!” A voice calls. Oh, shit. You think. Gojo. “go away, gojo I’m meeting with my friend.” You say flatly. “I can walk you then,” he says

“no thanks, I’m ok” you don’t blink an eye at him and keep walking. A little faster this time. You reach the restaurant with gojo still trailing behind you. “Seriously! It’s the weekend so I don’t need to train or anything. You should go relax too.” You raise your voice a bit. He ignores your comment, still walking with you. You decide to just ignore him.

when you get to the restaurant you go inside to check in and see your friend waiting at a table. “Yuji! What’s up,” you both do your signature handshake. “hey!- why’s gojo here?” He asks. He kinda knew about his obsession with you.

“he was just ‘walking’ me here” you roll your eyes a bit so only yuji can see. “oh. See ya later gojo!” Yuji waves. Only he can make gojo go away. You guessed also because you were in a public place. Before Yuji can say anything you start talking

“I know. I’ve been trying to knock some sense in him, but he doesn’t care,”

“it’s ok, I can walk you home tonight,” He offers and you smile.

“thanks,” you respond

“What do you think you’re gonna get?” Yuji asks, flipping over his menu. “hmm I’ll prolly get the tonkotsu ramen,”

“of course, classic y/n!” He laughs. You laugh along, feeling happy for the first time in awhile. The whole time you can’t help but feel like someone is watching you.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Yuji walks you to your house and you still feel unsettled even as you open the door and set down your belongings. You walk into your bedroom to get some sleep.

“hello, my dear. How was your dinner?” You scream. What the hell?! “gojo, what are you doing here! How- how did you get in my house!” You yell.

“oh, I just wanted to see you,” he stands up.

“go away! I’m done with all of your crap. Following me around, everything! Why are you so obsessed with me?” You ask with a shaky voice.

“oh, are you telling me to stop? I wouldn’t want to do that if I were you~“

“w-What do you mean?” You back away and hit your closet. You turn around to see your closet open with a bunch of…

“Dead bodies?!” You scream and run out of your house. Those dead bodies weren’t strangers. No. Friends, some family, even people you’ve only talked to a few times! Gojo chases after you.

“y/n, don’t be afraid. I did all of this for you” he smiles creepily.

“will you be mine?”

#Yandere gojo x reader #Gojo #jjk #x reader #anime

[latenightsimping]

You Send Me (drabble)

Heard that @mantorokk-writes needed a bit of a pick-me-up, remembered this was in my folder, so finished it for them. Song is You Send Me by Sam Cooke. Enjoy! <3 

content: slow dancing, pure fluff, just being cute n shit

You couldn’t stop smiling, your cheeks hurting from exertion as your arms tightened where they were looped around Eddie’s neck. When you had asked if he had anything more romantic, you expected him to find something from the metal genre that had some semblance of love in the lyrics. You hadn’t expected him to rifle through the small box of records that you assumed were Wayne’s collection, making small noises of consideration until he found the right one. You couldn’t quite recognise the song from the initial few notes, but it was a slow temple, perfect to sway to. He had asked you to dance with a low bow and extension of his hand, like you were a princess being courted in one of his fantasy books. You had accepted with a giggle, enjoying the feeling of his large hands nestled at your waist as he gently swayed you.

Everything fell away, creating a small bubble of serenity and love. You were no longer in the slightly cluttered living room that you’d come to call home. With your eyes closed, head resting on his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat and the vibrations of his voice softly crooning along to the words, you were sure that this was heaven. You hoped heaven would be like this. Eddie pressing soft kisses to the top of your head, ringed hand smoothing up and down your spine. He had a knack for making you feel as loved as you ever had been before, and perhaps he didn’t realise that his small actions were acts of declaration. He thought he was just being kind, being a good boyfriend; giving you his jacket if you looked even slightly cold, making sure he had your favourite snacks stocked in the kitchen, remembering the tiniest detail of something you told him ages ago. He listened when you rambled on about subjects that meant a lot to you, and the day didn’t start or end without a kiss and his little ‘I love you’.

Thanks to the cruel students of Hawkins High, you didn’t want to go to prom. You’d spend it with the love of your life, getting high and watching horror movies. Your own little party, and ten times more fun than listening to music you knew he’d hate and having to put up with dirty looks. And now, you were having your own slow dance a few weeks later, ‘You Send Me’ by Sam Cooke being the perfect background song. One that you just know would be yet another song that’ll make it’s way onto the next ‘our song’ mix tape; God knows the last one he’d given you was at risk of crapping out with the amount you played it.

He must have seen a look cross your face, a small smile twitching at the upper corners of his lips as he paused through another verse to look down at you properly. “Doin’ okay, angel?”

You nodded, head still rested over his heart as you idly played with the hair on the nape of his neck. “Just enjoying this,” you mumbled. “Never want this to end.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling his chest underneath your ear as he stroked languid circles on the small of your back. “Doesn’t have to end, if you don’t want it to.” His hand captured your chin, tilting it up so you could see his lovesick grin. “I’m sure we can find some more sappy love songs in Wayne’s stash.”

You giggled, leaning up to capture his lips with your own. A slow, passionate kiss, hoping to convey just how much love you had for him with it. And by the way he was kissing you back, he both understood and wanted to reciprocate.

You’d dance to anything he wanted to, if it meant holding you like this. Kissing you like this. Loving you like this. The dance may end, and the music may grow quiet. But you new deep down, that the adoration you both shared would never go away. Not ever.  

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #late night drabbles

[j3zelle]

Summary: You, Jesse and Ellie's plans are immediately disrupted in the wake of a new enemy.

Warnings: blood, cursing, violence

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: I'm so sorry for the long wait for Part 7! The year after Part 6's release was very busy for me and I lost interest for a while but I got back to it again! I hope you guys enjoy!

Benevolence: Part 7

As you stare at the group in front of you, you feel your stomach begin to churn. You took too long, now they were right here in front of you. Ellie and Jesse were frozen in place, just as you were. All of this for nothing. Gun barrels were pointed towards you all, and without a second thought, you slowly placed your handgun on the floor, another hand in the air, surrendering. Even if you wanted to fight there was nothing you could've done. It was a group of twelve. Fighting would only be a death wish.

You heard Jesse and Ellie drop their weapons next to you, not taking your eyes off of the group. You scanned your eyes over all of them, making sure to remember everyones face and all the little details.

A blonde girl with a long braid was in front, muscles bigger than Jesse's and Ellie's combined. You couldn't take your eyes off her. You rarely saw buff women like her, but the sight of her amazed you. Even as you stood there, terrified of what she was thinking of doing to the three of you.

"Tie them up. And keep your eyes on them." The young blonde finally said, her voice sounding oddly familiar to your ears. A girl with very short black hair and a man with light brown hair took zip ties and tied all three of you up. As they tied you up, they also took your bags and any guns or knives you all had on you at that time. They placed you against the old boxes you were all just scrounging around in, the cool concrete against your jeans making you feel more uncomfortable than you already were. As the young man placed you on the dirty floor next to Ellie, he looked into the boxes.

“They stole some of our stuff.” He spoke, looking back to the blonde.

“Then find it in their things.” The blonde responds. You look over to Ellie, whose eyes were simply glued onto the young lady. You wondered what she was thinking in that deep and confusing mind of hers.

As the young man looks through your bag for your things, you watch him intently, hoping they didn’t take anything they knew wasn’t theirs. After all the thoughts you had for the past few hours about how bad this could’ve gone, you never would’ve guessed they would find you before you took ten steps out the door. It was scarier than you expected. A lot scarier.

“Nothing of use that isn’t ours, Abby.” The young man says. “Just a diary.”

The blonde, whose name is Abby, turns around and walks over to your bags. “You sure? Let me see it.” Abby asks, holding her hand out for the diary. The same diary you and Ellie found in that house a few months ago. 

Well, fuck.

“Crap.” You whisper under your breath, looking at Ellie. She looked into your eyes, shaking her head gently, as to not give away anything. “This is Ray’s diary Owen,” Abby whispers, looking at the diary intently. “I’d know it anywhere. He showed it to me before he left last year.”

Abby looks over to the three of you, her eyebrows furrowed. “Where did you get this?”

“Off a dead guy's body,” Ellie says sternly. “Why?”

“This was my friend's diary. What did you read in here?”

“Only that he used to be a firefly, and that your group is trying to find a girl who can give you the cure. A girl that’s immune. Interesting stuff, I have to say.” Ellie says. You widen your eyes at her tone. She did seem interested in a sense, but maybe that was just an act. Maybe she was trying to get on their good side, get out of the ties that held them hostage. 

“Oh really? Mentioning a girl that's immune to people either comes with a laugh or denial. Are you interested?” Abby kneels down to Ellie. You tried to read her expression, but you couldn’t tell. She seemed to be one of those people that only gave her emotions when she needed to.

“Very much. Because I’d love to know where the idea came from. Seems far-fetched…”

Abby gives Ellie a questioning glare, then she gives it to you and Jesse. You didn’t know what to think about the situation, as you were just as confused. If Ellie was telling the truth about her immunity, she’s likely trying to make it unknown.

“That conversation you three were having. Don’t act like we couldn’t hear it.” Abby finally says after a few moments of silence, standing up and handing the diary to Owen. “You got a secret you want to share with the whole class? Or do we have to beat it out of you?” She asks Ellie. You hear her breath hitch as she speaks, wondering what she was thinking to get out of the conversation. Her eyes, however, were blank. 

“Fine,” She sighs and looks at someone else in her group. “Get the other girl. Beat her until they say something.”

You widen your eyes as another woman with a bun walks up to you, grabbing you off the ground. 

“No, no! Let go of me!” You cry out, kicking and screaming as she drags you away.

“No! Don’t touch her! Let go!” Ellie yells out. Abby throws a punch at her, hitting her across the face. The impact was so loud, it was almost unreal. Abby was beyond strong.

“Stop! It doesn’t have to go this far! We will cooperate!” Jesse yells, looking down at Ellie as she groans in pain. 

“Teach them a lesson.” Abby tells the young woman holding onto you. You feel tears rolling down your eyes already, and yet no pain has come to you yet. Just the thought of knowing you will soon receive pain, for no reason, terrified you. And the fact that Ellie or Jesse cannot help you made it worse.

“Please don’t hurt them! We will tell you everything you want to know, just don’t-”

“Put her down!” A deep voice yells out. The young lady stops before she begins to hit, and looks up towards the entrance. Two figures stood there, guns raised at the group that took the three of you hostage.

It was Joel and Dina. Both suited up, looking like complete hero’s.

“What… How did you guys-“ Ellie begins to speak weakly, still laid on the floor. Before she can finish, the other group holds up their guns as well. Abby too. It was four versus two, and with you preoccupied and Ellie and Jesse tied up, it didn’t look good for your side. 

“Put them down now.” Joel says, gritting his teeth. If Joel was anything, he definitely wasn’t weak. If Abby and her group didn’t cooperate it would be a bloodbath, and there was no telling who would spill the most. Abby’s group had the numbers but Joel was smart. 

“There are four guns on you… And we have your three people. Why do you think we would ever let them go?”

“Because you’re fucking with the wrong people.”

“Oh yeah?” Abby smiles and shrugs. “You don’t look too tough.”

“You have no idea what I’m capable of.” Joel replies, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Wait.” Jesse speaks, looking up to Abby. He maneuvers himself so his body faces her. “We have information you might need. It’d be a shame to spill important blood.” Abby doesn’t look at Jesse as he speaks, keeping her eyes on Joel as she holds her gun on him.

“Like you all have any important information…” Abby says, scoffing. “You likely are a small group that is just getting by. You shot at my friends a few months ago and injured one so bad she had to amputate her leg. Then you follow us like puppies and want to get revenge, after you killed my friend and stole his things.” Abby holds up the diary, shaking her head. “You aren’t interested in anything in that diary, you're buying time.”

“He had important information you wanted?” Ellie whispers under her breath. Abby takes her eyes off Joel, glancing down at Ellie, whose nose was bleeding. “What about your dumb friend, huh? He was scouting for you? Trying to find that girl?”

Abby doesn’t answer, but her ears twitch as Ellie mentions an immune girl. You didn’t know what she was thinking, but you were hoping she didn’t go too far.

“We’re from Jackson, you piece of shit.” Ellie groans, unable to finish her sentence as she begins unable to continue speaking for a moment before sitting up. “You messed with us first!”

Abby hums, looking at you still being held by the young lady. She puts her gun down, then nods to the young lady, who finally lets go of you and cuts you free. She then walks over to Ellie and Jesse, freeing them as well. Joel and Dina still had their guns held up, but that didn’t stop you from running over to Ellie and grabbing her face.

“Are you okay?”

“Feel like I was hit with a rock.” She replies, groaning as she wipes her nose. The blood was down past her lips already and she was beginning to wipe it with her hands. You stopped her, waving to Jesse to give you a rag. He placed one in your hand and you quickly wiped away any blood you saw, but her lips and under her nose were stained red until she could wash her face. She took the rag from you and placed it under her nose.

“This is us being merciful. We will cooperate with you if you cooperate with us.” Abby tells you all. You look over to Dina and Joel, whose guns finally went down as Abby’s people disarmed themselves.

“Get over here you three.” Joel says, waving over the three of you. You help Ellie up to her feet, and Jesse follows behind you both as you walk over to Joel and Dina.

“Jesus. You all look like shit.” Dina says with a disgusted face.

“Thanks.” You tell her, smiling. 

“Not to be rude, sorry.” She responds. Ellie smiles in response.

“Enough talking. We’re doing you a favor by not shooting you. Stay in line and maybe we won’t have to anytime soon.” Abby tells your group, moving her hand towards the entrance of the subway. “Let’s go.”

You look over to Joel and Dina, both their expressions chilling. They didn’t seem to trust Abby one bit, and honestly, you didn’t either. If anything it terrified you how easily she would’ve ended all your lives right there in a heartbeat. 

You all began to walk out of the subway, almost defeated. The look on Joel's face as he looked at Ellie was something you saw many times before. That of a loving father worried about his daughter. You knew they had known each other for years and that they weren’t biological father and daughter, but from the stories Ellie told you, it was hard for you to believe it at times. He did so much for her and Ellie just hated his guts, for reasons she never told you.

“Has it stopped bleeding yet?” You asked Ellie, looking at the rag under her nose.

“I don’t know, I don’t feel anything. It just feels dry.” Ellie responds, grunting as she looks down at the bloody rag herself.

“Your nose will hurt for a while,” You tell her, then you smile. “No rigorous activities until it heals.”

“I can’t promise that.” She says quietly, nudging you playfully. You blush gently, nudging her back as you take the bloody rag from her hands. The darkness really rubbed you the wrong way, who knew where some infected were. Hiding in the darkness, waiting for whoever made the most noise to pounce on them and ruin their day.

“How did you get here?” Ellie asks Joel, looking over to him. 

“Found a map of this place in the radio station.” Joel says, smiling at her. “Can’t believe you forgot it.”

“Can't believe I did either.” She tells him, sighing. 

“It’s alright kiddo, we found you.”

“Yeah, he was determined to find you.” Dina says, smiling at Ellie as you walk. 

You look behind your group, Abby and her friends just behind you. They were leading you to where they lived, it seemed. The same place Jesse, Ellie and you were planning on going. Maybe it was better this way compared to the way you were going to do it. 

After what felt like hours, both groups managed to make it to the football stadium, walking up a gravel and dirt road  that led to a gate where there were at least six soldiers armed with assault style rifles. There were also two trucks that held some more ammunition. Barricades were set up so they weren’t taken by surprise, and there were ladders that led up to the gate so they could get a better view of the surrounding area. It reminded you a bit of Jackon’s gates. You missed home. You missed your comfortable bed. You missed your warm bedroom.

Your mind started to wonder. Where would you be if you didn’t go with Ellie to find Jesse? Would you be laid comfortably on your warm couch not worrying about either of them? You didn’t want to think about it. It felt wrong just to contemplate not helping Ellie. Even if a part of you was biased because it was Jesse, your best friend that went missing. Even if a part of you wanted to spend alone time with Ellie as well considering you two rarely got the opportunity unless you were on runs. But those were important. Those required most of your attention so you had little time to do anything fun with Ellie ever. Even if you were relatively close before all of this it was nothing like now.

You begin to think about last night, your first time with Ellie. She was such a dork but she had a way of making it comfortable for you. The way she held your waist as she kissed you. There was fire in the way she graced your lips. A greed that was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. She was reserved and confusing when she wanted to be but last night changed something in the way you viewed her.

Even if she was walking beside you now with a nearly broken nose.

As you walked inside the football stadium, you passed tons of people. Tons. You hadn’t seen this many people since Jackson and even then it felt like there were more. If Abby’s group ever wanted to go to war with Jackson you knew now they had the manpower and weapons to do so if they wished. But maybe that wasn’t the point of all of this. Maybe there was a deeper reason for this. 

The ‘infected girl’ thing still worried you. Ellie was messing with Abby but what if they had heard the rest of the conversation her and Jesse were having with you? What if she did hear Ellie say she was immune and was only acting kind because she was messing with us, leading us into the lion's den for us to be devoured whole with no intention of letting us know we were walking into a trap? There was no turning back now of course but there were so many different things that could’ve happened.

As your group was led through the stadium you began to see the similarities the WLF had with Jackson. Though you would never mention the similarities to Ellie’s face, especially right now when her face was trained on Abby like she was a trained dog ready to pounce when someone says ‘go’. They had crops and farming, and they had children. The kids were probably just as scared and confused as you and Ellie were when you learned Jesse was missing. What did they think when Ray was missing? Are any of these children his? Was he loved by them?

Of course you had nothing to do with Ray’s death. You and Ellie stumbled upon his body in that old house when you first went looking for Jesse. But who would believe you two?

Abby’s group splits up, so now it was only Owen and her leading your group to where you all would be living.

“We have plenty of space. Boys get their own room, same as girls.” Abby explains, motioning to two doors in front of you all.

“I’d be more comfortable with all of us together.” Joel told Abby, looking over to her.

“Well that's not happening. You either take what we give you or you each get a cell. Your choice.” Abby looks over to the rest of you, as if she was waiting for one of you to say something. Seems you all had the same idea, so Abby nodded and motioned for you all to enter the rooms.

You, Ellie and Dina all entered one room together while Jesse and Joel took the room next to you. You felt a little better knowing you were all in close proximity at least. 

The room had an open floor plan before leading into two small rooms on each side. Must’ve been where the bedrooms were. It was clean mostly and looked like a large living room.

“You two can get a room alone if you want.” Dina tells you and Ellie. You nod to Dina, but Ellie seems more embarrassed than anything. Dina walks off to relax on the couch as you look over to Ellie.

“Is it obvious?” Ellie asks you.

“Obvious what?”

“That we are… you know…” Ellie rubs the back of her neck. Did being a couple bother her? Or did people knowing bother her?

“That we had sex?” You ask out loud, teasingly. Ellie blushes and bites her lower lip. You wanted nothing more than to bite her lip for her.

“Yeah…”

“I don’t think so. I mean we act like a couple but not like we had sex,” You laugh as Ellie visibly becomes less tense. “But we have been on the road alone for months… people naturally get closer to one another during such a long period of time.”

“That’s true.” Ellie replies, still holding a rag to her nose. You walk over and cup her face gently, removing the rag from her hands.

“Come. Let’s look at that nose…” You take her by the hand and lead her into one of the bedrooms that was off to the side. It was small and a little dark, but once you flipped the switch on the wall as you entered, it was quite cute. There was only one bed, a full sized one. Enough for both you and Ellie to sleep comfortably if you cuddled close to one another. You sat Ellie on the bed and kneeled in front of her, looking at her nose.

After inspecting it like an FBI agent for some time, you sighed. “It’s not broken but it’ll definitely hurt for a while.” You tell Ellie.

“Figured that.” Ellie replies, sighing as she holds the bridge of her nose. “I can’t believe this happened.” She said after a moment of silence. You raised an eyebrow and sat beside her, willing to listen to anything she has to say.

“Can’t believe what happened?” You ask her, wanting confirmation on what you were thinking yourself.

“That we let ourselves get into this situation. You and Jesse were right. We should’ve gone home. We shouldn’t have let this happen.” Ellie sighs, and her breath hitches as if she were about to cry. “I’m sorry. I put you all in danger, I shouldn’t have asked you two to come with me. We may not have been captured if it were just me but if it did happen at least all of you wouldn’t be in danger.”

“Hey, I wasn’t going to let you do this alone…” You quickly tell Ellie, shaking your head. You take her left hand and place it on your chest, holding it close.

“I know. And that makes it worse.” She replies, finally turning towards you. Your eyes widen at the sight of Ellie’s tearful eyes. 

“What do you-”

“I know you would have come with me no matter what. Every single shit plan I’ve had, from since we left Jackson to yesterday you have followed to the letter. And I knew you would because that is just who you are. You would fight with and for your friends no matter what. And I used that to my advantage and put you in harm's way…” Ellie lets a tear fall from her eyes before she swats it away with her free hand. Embarrassed or ashamed. She turns away again and faces the floor, unable to look you in the eye. She wondered how much you hurt her. How much she broke your trust knowing you would do anything for her.

“Ellie.” You lean in close and pull her face towards your own. “The choice was mine at the end. I wanted to protect you, yes. And I would’ve done anything to do that. What matters is that we are together. Captured or not. We are together.”

“(Y/N), you’ve always been too optimistic.” Ellie tells you as she sniffles.

“That’s a lie…” You reply, nudging Ellie playfully. She cracks a smile but it falls again before you get the chance to poke at her more.

There was another question hanging on your tongue. When Joel and Dina had come to save you three, even then, when Ellie was glad they had come to save them, she still seemed angry seeing Joel. It always nagged you how the two of them were so close and suddenly that all changed one day. Ellie would never tell you what exactly happened and no one else seemed to know. At least from what you were told. You wanted to ask Ellie but even at the mention of Joel’s name or his presence she was standoffish and didn’t interact with anyone in the room. And Joel always seemed sad around her. Even then when the two of them were within a few feet of each other on the way here to the stadium, everyone walked in an uncomfortable silence.

“Ellie?”

“Hmm?”

“I know you may not want me to ask this… but considering our circumstances and us being together now, I think I have a right to know about Joel and yo-”

“You think you have a right?” Ellie’s expression immediately turns to that of anger. You flinched back when you saw her eyes flash with annoyance, but she calmed herself as soon as she noticed your frown at her reaction. She then mumbled out a soft ‘Sorry’ before looking down to the floor again.

You can tell this is eating at Ellie. Devouring her, even. And you can view the longing in what little of her green iris you can see from where you sat. She wants to tell you. 

“Ellie…”

“Joel was one of the first to know I was immune. When I was fourteen, a woman named Marleen told him to take me to the Fireflies so I can be used to make a vaccine. Joel learned I would die if they went forward with the plan to make the vaccine but he… stopped them.”

You widen your eyes as Ellie explains this all to you, but before you can put in your two cents she speaks again.

“I hate him for that. Hate him for taking my choice from me. I hate him for lying to me for years about it. I hate that… I try to forgive him but it's so damn hard. I was ready to die, (Y/N)... I was. And when he said he killed all those people and saved me I… I carried a guilt with me all along, thinking I was the reason why so many people died. Why so many people continue to die. But it was all him. Can you imagine that? Learning it was him all along?”

You wanted to apologize to Ellie. To hold her and listen to her continue to speak these words. You can tell a weight was lifted off her shoulders even now, being able to tell this all to someone after so long.

“If I could go back in time, knowing the vaccine would save the people I love. I would do it in a heartbeat. Remember that, (Y/N.)” Ellie told you, looking deep into your (Y/E/C) eyes. Her eyes bore into your soul unlike anything before. And you knew that she meant every single word.

#ellie x reader #lesbian #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie tlou

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Teenage Dream (Steve Harrington x Reader) 1/?

A/N: this is gonna have more than one part, i’m just trying to decide if it’ll have 2 or 3 parts!  Friends to Lovers, realization of love

-- “I’m just saying, I just don’t think anything can top episode five. It just has that amazing moment where Vader tells Luke he’s his father. I don’t think anything can beat that.” (Y/n) said as she learned back in the chair behind the desk, throwing the tape she was holding onto the counter. “Yeah but episode six has Leia in that space bikini and she’s smoking hot. Then those little teddy bear guys.” Steve told her as he grabbed the tape she had tossed, putting it on a cart to be shelved. She shook her head as she stood, grabbing another tape from the pile of returns so she could rewind it. “You’re forgetting the amazing scene where Han is getting frozen in carbonite and then when him and Leia confess their love, it’s just pure cinema.” “Of course you would love all the mushy crap while they’re literally kicking ass in space.” Steve mumbled, earning a slight smack on the arm as he walked by. “Dustin would also probably shit his pants if he heard us talking about Star Wars without him bringing it up first.” She shrugged. “I saw the tape when I was going through the returns pile, and we’ve been stuck talking about it for like, ten minutes.” She told him while watching the tape rewind. Nothing worse than people who returned their movies without rewinding them first. “Any plans tonight when we get out?”

Steve tried to look interested in the tape he was holding, focusing carefully where it had to be placed on the cart. He knew better than to try and fool her, as she was already staring at him, giving him that all-knowing look. “Fine! I have a date!”

“A date! Wow, I would have never guessed!” (Y/n) teased as she pretended to act surprised. Steve had been going on dates pretty much every night for as long as she had known him. And having known him for almost her entire life, to find out he was going on a date was no surprise to her. “Where are you taking this lucky girl?”

“I don’t want to answer that. You know the answer and you’re just teasing me.” Steve told her, feeling a slight bush on his cheeks as she started to laugh.

“You’re taking her out for some pizza, then going to bring her to Skull Rock and try to make a pass at her, before bringing her home.” She told him, watching him nod as she spoke. “You do that with every girl that you’ve ever gone out with, because it’s the easiest thing to do.”

Steve turned to her, clearly shocked. “What is that supposed to mean?”

(Y/n) took the tape out of the rewinding machine and put it back in its case before grabbing another tape to put inside the machine, hitting the button before she spoke. “You’ve gone through every single girl in town, and have only ever done the same date with each girl. I’m assuming when you finally find the one girl you actually like, you’re going to take her somewhere different.”

Steve looked to be at a loss for words. Sure, he’s thought about taking some of these girls on real dates. But he did at least have the mental capacity to realize that he didn’t really like any of these girls. They didn’t make him the good kind of nervous, didn’t make his hands all clammy, and surely didn’t give him that spark that something real was going on. “You’re just jealous because after all these years, I never took you out.” Steve shot back, saying the words without even comprehending what he had said. “Yeah, like I’m just begging for that to happen.” She scoffed as she snapped the tape out of the rewinder and back into the case. 

“Then let me take you out tonight. I’ll cancel with Steph, and we can go out and do something.” Steve told her as he watched her drop the tape she was holding.

(Y/n)  pretended to swoon, hand on her forehead as she leaned back on the counter. “The day I’ve been waiting for! Steve Harrington has finally asked me on a date!” She sighed dramatically before she stood back up to look at him with a smirk. “Was that the reaction you wanted me to have?”

He shook his head as he bent down to pick up the tape she dropped. “You could have just said no like a normal person.” 

“Fine! I’ll go out with you tonight and repair that broken ego of yours.” She smiled as she walked over and patted him on the back. “But I swear to god if you touch my boob, I might have to kill you.” She told him before she walked off to the back of the store.

Steve groaned as he put his head in his hands. Of course, asking his best friend out on a date wasn’t the smartest of ideas–especially when he’s had a crush on her since the fifth grade. Now he finally got the chance of his dreams, and it looked like he didn’t even care one bit about this being, maybe the most eventful night of his life. 

The little bell above the door dinged and Steve looked up to see Robin entering the shop. This meant he was halfway to freedom, she was coming in to cover for (Y/n) so that she could go home. “What’s up with you? You look pathetic.” Robin told him as she stepped behind the desk, shoving her bag under the register.

“Well, I have a date tonight.” Steve said as he turned to face her. “With (Y/n).”

Robin blinked in recognition as she silently watched the other girl leave the store, waving bye to Steve and telling him she would see him later. “You’re kidding me.” 

“Nope. We have a date. And I asked her out on a complete joke, and she said yes.” Steve told her, his head falling down into his hands once more. “What the hell am I gonna do?”

This was the only time in her life Robin seemed at a loss for words. She knew Steve had a huge crush on (Y/n) after he had told her inside the bathroom at the Starcourt Mall. Puking their guts out and confessing their love to people they believed would never love them back. “Well you’re gonna have to tell her you meant it.”

“Are you crazy! I can’t tell her I meant it!” Steve snapped at her, watching as a few customers perked up at the sound. He tried his best to look apologetic before turning back to Robin. “I can’t tell her. If I do, it will freak her out and she’s not gonna want to be my friend ever again. How do you stay friends with someone who tells you they love you?”

“Or maybe, this is your chance! Maybe she said yes to you because she really likes you too. Did you ever think of that?” She asked him, watching as he slowly processed her words.

Steve was still trying his best not to listen to her. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, and she had a really bad habit of trying to make him feel better and realize things that weren’t actually true. “That can’t be it. She probably just feels like she’s doing me a favor or something.”

Robin rolled her eyes while she propped herself on the counter to look at him. “How about, you take her on a real date and try to prove her wrong? None of the skull rock crap, don’t just take her out for crappy pizza. You’re going to have to be a little classy.”

“What, like take her to the movies?” Steve asked, earning himself a slap on the back of the head. 

“No! Maybe a sit down dinner? Enzo’s is a good place to start. They’re fancy! You know a place that has a candle at the table is fancy.” Robin told him, starting to grin while he nodded. “You can call and get a reservation, and I can call and tell (Y/n) to dress up a little bit. Perfect plan.”

Steve smiled slightly, giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder, his way of saying thank you. “I really hope you’re right about all of this.” 

“Trust me. I’ve never been wrong.” Robin smirked, grabbing a stack of tapes and walking off to shelve them, leaving Steve standing behind the desk trying to imagine the perfect date he could ever come up with. 

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#steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #reader insert #reader

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

AN: image off Google gif from @illiana-mystery. Also thanks for always helping me flesh out my ideas and giving me support for the ideas I even think are incredibly wild. I’m taking excitement 625 aka Ruben from lilo and stitch the series and making him human. So here we go!

warnings: swearing

when the shop opened up next door, I was skeptical. Ruben’s rubens was a silly name that for some reason made me laugh every time I saw it. There wasn’t anything special about the shop itself, except for the guy who ran it who actually worked in the shop. As far as I knew, he had two other shops in the city that he split his time in but he always seemed to be there the two days a week I went there. Now three years later, I actually looked forward to getting to go on my lunch break.

“hi (Y/N).” Ruben said as I walked in. He had a line in front of the counter but took over for the employee in front of the register to pay me out and give me my sandwich. “The usual right?” I nodded and paid him.

“Ruben you’re a lifesaver.” I laughed as he wiped his hand over his forehead and left a stream of mustard. I pointed at my head and he furrowed his eyebrows. “Just promise me you’ll look in a mirror soon.” Ruben nodded.

“it’s gonna take a second for your coffee though.” Ruben said as he handed over my change. “Why am I a lifesaver?” I smiled at him and leaned against the wall as I watched him jump back into making sandwiches for his many customers. He looked at me expectantly.

“I have to work through lunch. And this means I can use my time affectively.” I held up the sandwich and Ruben smiled at me as he continued working.

“that sucks.” He said. “Tell ya what. I need to take a break so when coffee is done I’ll bring it over. It’s gonna be about ten minutes for it to finish.” I nodded and waved as I headed out. I started eating in the elevator and nearly forgot about the coffee as I worked. “Hello.” I nearly jumped as Ruben appeared next to me. “Sorry. But…” he held up the cup in his hand. “As promised.” I smiled and leaned back in my chair as I took the cup from him.

“thank you.” I said as I took a sip. “I’m so far down this rabbit hole I’m falling asleep.” Ruben laughed and looked down at his shoes. “Ruben…” I sighed as I stood up. Taking his hand, I led him over to the break room. I grabbed some paper towels and wet them in the sink.

“what are you…oh.” Ruben blushed as I cupped his cheek to get him to lean down slightly. Using the towel, I started to clean the mustard off his forehead.

“how’d you get mayonnaise in your hair?” I asked, turning to grab another towel and gently trying to get the condiment out of his hair.

“did I?” Ruben asked, eyebrows shooting up. “Damned if I know. Stuff just always sort of appears…” I laughed and tilted his head so I could make sure he was all cleaned up, not that it really mattered. “Thanks.” He said softly when I let him go. Ruben rubbed his neck and smiled at me.

“anytime. I don’t know why I did it. You’re just gonna get smeared in something else when you go back.” I said with a laugh. He shrugged.

“I appreciate the gesture though.” Ruben walked me back to my desk. “I take it the sandwich was good.” I nodded as I sat back down.

“always is.” I confirmed. “Thanks again for having it prepped. I promise when I go back in a few days I won’t be in a rush. Just everything lately…” I paused and took a deep breath. “Let’s just say I’m glad I still have people like you that like me.” Ruben blushed and kicked his foot.

“course I like you. I’ll always like you.” Ruben admitted. I smiled at him and blushed a little. “Uh I was wondering…”

“(Y/L/N)! My office! Now! This front page is crap!” My boss yelled across the office. I winced and Ruben looked up shocked.

“I have to go. But I’ll see you later. Ok?” I asked as I touched Ruben’s arm. He nodded.

“I’m closing later today. Stop by before you head home.” Ruben said. I nodded and grabbed my files off my desk and ran off, throwing him a smile over my shoulder. He gave me a small wave and awkwardly started to leave. Frowning, I walked into my boss’s office. The entire meeting I kept thinking back to Ruben and what he could possibly want to talk to me about. His face when my boss yelled at me kept playing in my head as I vaguely listened to what was being yelled at me now. When I was finally allowed out, I glanced at the clock and sighed. If I worked another hour I would miss dinner. I could still just make meeting Ruben though and that got me through the work I had to redo.

“shit!” I yelled as I slammed my hand against the brick wall. Ruben had closed up and I had missed him. Staring at the closed shop, I hung my head and breathed out harshly. “Motherfucker!” I turned to look up at my building, ignoring the stares I was getting from passerby. “Fuck you cocksucker!” I balled up my fists and could feel myself starting to shake from the anger and pent up stress.

“(Y/N)?” I turned when I heard my name and relaxed when I saw Ruben peaking out from the slightly open door. I had to bite back the laugh that threatened to escape when I looked him over. He was splattered from head to toe in barbecue sauce and seemed oblivious to the fact it was dripping off his hand onto the ground. “Why are you yelling?” I shook my head and headed into the shop as he held the door open for me.

“I had to work through dinner and when I saw the shop closed…” I trailed off as I saw the shop. There was a table set up with a table cloth and candle. Two sandwiches sat on the table and I turned to look back at Ruben. He smiled sheepishly at me.

“I figured you were still working. So I was hanging around…waiting…” he said, smiling at me. “And while I was waiting I figured you’d want to eat when you finally got out…” I laughed and wiped my eyes, tears spilling over from happiness and stress. Ruben furrowed his eyebrows at me and frowned.

“I’d hug you right now if you weren’t covered in barbecue sauce.” I laughed as I turned back to him. Ruben laughed and shrugged.

“there’s some ceaser and ketchup in there too. I think.” Ruben said as he looked down at himself. A drop of something fell off his nose and he flinched back a little. “Ok. I admit it. I may go a bit overboard with all this.” I laughed and motioned for him to follow me into the back.

“You have a change of clothes?” I asked. Ruben nodded. “I’ll get you cleaned up enough for you to change and then finish up when you do.” I turned towards the sink to grab a towel and turn on the water. I looked over to see Ruben going to his office. “Don’t!” He stopped and looked at me like a deer in headlights. “Get over here now. And don’t touch anything.” He slunk back over and rocked on his heels.

“sorry.” He murmured as I wrung out the towel. He let me clean him up and then slunk off to change. When he came back, I finished helping him clean up. “what do you normally do after a day like this?” I asked with a laugh as I tossed the towel in the sink. Ruben smiled.

“I go home and take a shower.” He shrugged. I nodded and smiled at him. “So uh what I wanted to ask earlier…”

“I’m sorry about that by the way.” I cut in. “Don’t let it stop you from visiting me at work.” Ruben chuckled and shook his head.

“it won’t.” He assured me. “I uh wanted to ask if you wanted to have dinner with me. Like a date.” I blinked at him as everything finally clicked. Looking over my shoulder, the way the table was set up made much more sense to me. “If you don’t want to, you can take the sandwich and go. Or I can take the candle away. Whatever…” I cupped his cheeks and Ruben stopped talking. He gulped and I could tell his mind had basically gone blank.

“yes Ruben. I’d love to have dinner with you.” I said, smiling at him. He nodded and reached up to grab my hands.

“ok.” He breathed out. We walked back out to the main part of the shop and sat down. We started eating and it was quiet for a while before Ruben cleared his throat. “I’ve uh…” he laughed as he picked at the paper under his sandwich. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while. Didn’t think I’d ever get the nerve to ask you out.” I smiled at him.

“Ruben…” I said softly. “I…can I be honest?” He nodded. “I wasn’t sure you were the kind of guy I liked. It’s been three years and we became really good friends. I’ve always seen you covered in something.” Ruben chuckled in agreement. “I mean when you wipe all that stuff off, you’re very cute. And I don’t know how I never noticed that before.” Ruben blushed.

“why do I sense a but?” He asked. I shook my head with a smile.

“no but. I just want you to know, from the beginning, that I’m…I guess taking a chance. And I want you to know that essentially I’m going in with little to no prior feelings.” Ruben raised an eyebrow. “Ok few prior feelings. I think you’re cute. Very adorable.” I admitted with a laugh. “Ruben I just want you to know that yes you’re going to have to work at this relationship. I do want this to work out.” Ruben nodded.

“I get that. And I appreciate you laying it all out.” He said. “I don’t mind working at a relationship. And I understand that means more than having your sandwiches prepped and bringing you coffee. I’ll do what it takes.” Smiling at each other, we finished eating. “Uh how are you getting home?” He asked as he finished locking up. I looked up from my phone and smiled.

“you gonna offer to walk me home?” I asked. Ruben nodded and stuffed his hands in his pocket. “I just ordered an Uber. Sorry.” I gave him a sad smile.

“That’s ok.” He shrugged. “I’ll wait with you. I live up there.” He pointed at the apartment above the shop. “Easy commute.” I laughed and we stood together while waiting for my ride. “Stop by tomorrow morning? I’ll have coffee ready and we can hang out a little before you have to work.” I nodded with a smile as my ride pulled up.

“that sounds great.” I agreed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hugged Ruben and smiled as I got into the car. “Worth it.” I laughed as Ruben smiled back at me, waving as I pulled away and headed home.

#Ruben #ruben x reader #Ruben fanfic #Ruben fanfiction #Ruben x reader #Rob paulsen #rob paulsen x reader #Rob paulsen fanfic #Rob paulsen fanfiction #Rob paulsen imagine #Sandwiched hearts #Sandwiched hearts series

[nvrcmplt]

dae-hyun just going to slide a hand inside doumeki's pants and starts to finger him slowly. "is kinda loose..." he says as he inserts a second and then a third finger. "did you had some fun alone time before work? my... naughty boy..."

The choked noise from the smaller of two was nothing of exaggeration, it wasn't like Doumeki was a prude but he knew the moment he and Dae Hyun met up, he'd be lifted to the nearest surfaced and fucked until he could feel his legs for the rest of the evening. Though sometimes, just the knowledge was a curse to one such as himself, since he worked with many bodies akin to that man's, he had the pleasure of watching them work out in the masses as he worked his weekend placements and now, he was a mess of want and need.

The showers, thankfully empty by the time he finished with his last client for the night and a private place for him and his hands to rid of his aching needs below. To finger fuck himself in the open was a new kink he didn't know he had until Dae started … showing him those methods, but now as he bit onto his face cloth and buried three deep with a muffled, wet groan. He watched his seed sputter down the plug hole with the rest of the soapy suds on his body.

Another ten minutes to wash away the rush and sweat, he found himself returning to his locker with a face of crimson. Though, alone in the room, it was still something of embarrassing and shameful to get off at the bloody gym. Drying himself off and messaging Dae-Hyun that his work load was finished and he was heading outside, he was surprised to know that Dae-Hyun was already waiting for him.

Now that made his face even more red but he held himself at bay. Dae didn't have some superpower to know he was getting off in places at work, so - with a deep breath and quick getting himself ready again. He was perfectly normal skin tones upon exiting the gym and taking the steps with a flutter in his chest at the sight of the man at the bottom of them.

"Wait long?" He asked upon settling on the fourth step up, it would be a bit silly for others to see but Meki was actually at Dae's shoulder at this rate, a good height - a height he wished he was at sometimes, but with defeat, he took down the last four to finally crane his neck up proper to stare at Dae Hyun with a curious one. The walk to Dae's apartment felt like a blur really, nothing about the walk was new nor exciting but Dae taking his hand half-way did make him ears pink. Taking a moment to lower his bag to the floor in the other's genkan and tugging his scarf off with jacket to follow, Doumeki was alarmed by the sudden weight of the other's hand in his jogging pants. Though he was clean, he already had a feeling the other was going to pounce - just, so soon!?

Meki's neck burned red, his hands scrambling to hold onto the shoe cabinet as his hole was reopened, and still pretty stretched from his own doing in the shower a few minutes ago. Crap - there it was. The commentary that made his blood thrive, diving south in his boxers and making his dick, yet again, stand to attention.

"U'gh, n-no… Idiot." His feet shuffled apart, gasping when two more fingers were pressed inside and Meki's lashes watered, because no matter how much he stretched himself, Dae's hands and fingers were way thicker than himself! It felt good though, stupidly good, and he knew that well as his knees shook like a newborn lambs. Holy shit, Dae's reach was making him see white with each wiggle. "F-fuck… wait, wait… d-d…ae… Bed, take me to bed." He can't stand up any more, and he gave in.

"Fuck me in bed… I've been thinking about it all day at work. I… got off in the shower like you sh-aah, showed me." Yeah, Dae was someone he couldn't deny about wanting more and more and more of any more.

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