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vroomvroomcircuit · 3 months

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Early Risers vs. Night Owls

(A/N): Special thank yous to @foreveralbon and @disneyprincemuke for helping me choose which drivers are morning people and which are more of night owls.

Summary: Some people are night owls, others are morning people. But there is another sort that some drivers learn to fear: Morning Monsters (it's the reader)

Pairings: (All platonic) daniel ricciardo x driver!reader, charles leclerc x driver!reader, carlos sainz x driver!reader, oscar piastry x driver!reader (max and lando get a guest starring)

Word count: 1.2k

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It’s difficult, being a night person in a day people’s world. It really is. Especially when you are around morning loving human beings.

“Oh, don’t you look happy?” Carlos comments, when (Y/N) steps into the breakfast room. Coincidentally, several teams are accommodated in the same hotel during this race weekend.

As she lets herself fall in a seat at his table, the young female whispers an annoyed “Don’t”. “I wasn’t saying anything mean?” He genuinely questions. Is his English failing him again?

“Please, just stop talking. It’s only the ass crack of dawn, how can someone be so chatty?” (Y/N) puts her head onto the table, effectively stopping any further conversation with the Spaniard. He looks a little bit lost into his fruit bowl, not sure how to handle this situation adequately.

“Top of the morning, my sunshines,” a smiling Daniel Ricciardo strolls into the room. The happiness radiating from him reaches (Y/N) even through her closed eyes.

Just as Daniel arrives at their table, she gets up with the most sluggish motions a sober person can muster. “Coffee” is the only thing mumbled, answering to the confused looks around her.

Shortly after, she sits down again with a cup in her hands, not even bothering to try to follow the chatting between Daniel and Carlos. (Y/N) just stares into space, wondering where she went wrong in her life to have to sit in between two morning people. Surely, this is a punishment of some kind.

“Ok, what is up with you? You look like you are about to murder everyone in this room if someone just dares to breathe in the wrong direction,” Daniel observes. (Y/N) takes another sip from her coffee. “Because it’s true.”

Carlos can’t wrap his head around it. “But what happened to the sunshine-in-person-(Y/N)?” “How am I supposed to be a sunshine, when I’m barely a person at this moment?” Well, that is not a lie. She does look pretty rough. Not everyone can wake up and look perfect like Florence Pugh. Some people have to look more like Merida herself in the mornings.

“Why are you talking to this woman during the early hours?” Charles, who just entered the breakfast hall, fears for their lives. “Because this is what people do? They talk when they sit together?” Daniel is confused. What is so bad about making conversations?

Charles steps closer to their table and (Y/N) immediately latches onto him, burying her face into his stomach.

“Don’t you value your life? A tired (Y/N) in the morning needs quiet and some hugs.” The young woman mumbles something, making the Monegasque laugh. “Yes, and coffee. This is the recipe to get the sunshine person you know and love.”

Confused, the other two drivers blink. Did they miss the manual that came with the rookie?

“And you know all of this, because?” Carlos asks the question that popped up in both their heads. “Because (Y/N) and Arthur were together in F2 and he had been ‘chewed out by her like a pack of gum by a class of elementary schoolers’, his words, not mine. She is not all bark and no bite, isn’t that right?” (Y/N) nods, her head still buried into his front.

“Do you want to catch a ride to the paddock with me? I plan on leaving in five minutes.” (Y/N) nods again and quickly gathers her things before waving the other drivers goodbye.

The ride is filled with silence, Charles even leaves the radio turned off. This lets the female drive in and out of a state of half-asleep until they arrive at their destination. At the same time a certain papaya wearing aussie his own car not far away from Charles’ Ferrari.

“Oh, is it still too early?” He asks her with a small smile. Just like Arthur, Oscar is aware how much of a night owl (Y/N) is, having witnessed her outbursts first hand several times during his own career in F2.

The driver nods as she throws herself into his embrace. A tired (Y/N) turns into the most cuddly person. “Let’s get you a cup of coffee, can’t have you go around screaming at people. You will scare everyone off.”

Oscar is pretty much the only smiling person she tolerates in the morning. Whenever another human being dares just grinning in her direction during her own waking up phase, she is ready to jump their throats. But Oscar is different. He doesn't do it out of mocking or pitiness. He is genuinely happy and wants to show and share it. Also, he radiates a nice calm aura, which is the complete opposite to what she experiences during the days of a race weekend.

When Carlos passes (Y/N) by later, he walks up to her with caution, keeping his teammates' warning in mind, “Hey Carlos, have you heard the rumors about the newest Taylor Swift album? Do you think it will feature a song about Nando?”

The woman in front of him has nothing in common with the one he interacted with just an hour ago. She somehow even looks completely different from her. It’s the kind of freshness that doesn’t come with a shower.

“Uhm, no I did not. Are you ok? You seemed… a bit out of it this morning.” There is a hesitation in his voice, not wanting to accidentally offset her.

But (Y/N) just laughs it off. “Oh yeah, that. I’m sorry for being a grump back there. Just like Charlie said, I’m absolutely not a morning person. During the first hour of being awake I’m an absolute monster. Just, don’t talk to me or only when it’s absolutely necessary during that time. I apologize for my behavior, it wasn’t nice. Today was particularly bad, because I do my best work at night and I have been pouring over some data until 2 am. I’ll try to give you a warning next time!”

With that she is off, looking for her partner in crime aka her teammate to start some kind of mischief with the social media team.

Carlos is just flabbergasted. The duality of some people and how a small cup of caffeine can bring that out of them is astonishing.

Just remember to never fuck with night owls during the early hours of the morning.

Bonus Scene

During a free week some drivers set a date to play a private paddle tournament together in Monaco. Daniel enters the court with a big smile. After all, it is a fresh, sunny morning. This day is a promise of having a good time with his friends and colleagues, playing their favorite game and having lunch plans together.

What sets the Australian off are the three frowning faces, sitting on a bench nursing each a can of Red Bull solemnly. “What happened to you?”

Max answers his question first with a grumpy voice. “I had to leave my cats cuddled up in my bed alone.” “My alarm woke me up while the first number on the clock was still a single digit.” Landoo sounds about as tired as (Y/N) next to him looks like.

“Life”, Daniel answers for the young woman already, who just nods and pulls the strings of her hood closed, hindering someone else to make more conversations with her until the caffeine has kicked in.

Desperate times call for desperate measures after all.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x driver!reader #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x driver!reader #oscar piastry x reader #oscar piastry x driver!reader #x reader #x driver!reader #f1 x reader #f1 x driver!reader #x fem!reader #f1 fanfic #reader insert #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x driver!reader

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moon-fics · 10 months

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The Truth-Peter Parker

A/n: Ok, so the original angst fic I wanted to post is taking longer than I thought to finish. Here's a shorter angst-to-fluff fic that I think you'll enjoy!

Summary: Peter has been different recently and you don't like it.

Warning: Swears, Peter being stupid

Today is not your day, not even close. You realize that while staring down at the chapter text you didn't study for. You always tell yourself college grades are the most important thing in your life, but somehow you fucked this one up. Probably because your best friend has been on and off the grid for the past month.

You choose random answers for half a page, rubbing your forehead in frustration as the questions get harder. You glance over your shoulder to see Peter in the back of the class, practically breezing through the test. Of course, you aren't surprised seeing as he's already an expert in organic chemistry. You mentally curse him out for being smart enough not to study.

You still have five questions unanswered but at this point, you're at a low. With a deep breath you write down random answers you hope are bullshit enough to be accepted. You quickly stand from your chair, placing the test on the professor's desk. You get the shortest look at the class, half of them are already gone. You grab your backpack, swinging it over your shoulder. Right as you pass the professor's desk you hear shuffling from the very back, knowing it's Peter.

You don't spare him a glance, speeding up as you walk through the campus halls. You're about to turn the corner towards the exit when you hear footsteps gaining on you. You don't have to look to know who it is.

You push open the doors, heading straight to your car in hopes Peter doesn't reach you. Sadly, today is really not your day.

You only get halfway through the parking lot when he calls out to you. You can't pretend to not hear him because even a senile old man would. With a heavy sigh, you turn on your heel and watch him approach you.

"Hey, what's the rush?" He asks innocently, stopping a few feet in front of you. He hasn't even broken a sweat but he's breathing like he's run a mile. "I saw that you didn't do too well on the test." He tries to strike up a conversation.

"How would you know that? You were in the back of the class." You raise an eyebrow, genuinely wondering how he'd know that. You watch his face change as he tries to come up with a reason. It's either going to be a lie or he'll brush it off. That's what he's been doing recently, lying to you or avoiding you altogether.

"You left in a bad mood." He answers, shrugging his shoulders. You decide not to press further, knowing it'll lead nowhere. "You should have asked if you needed help, I could have rambled about organic chemistry until you'd become a secondhand expert!" This makes you lose your politeness.

"When could I have asked you?" You scoff, crossing your arms. "We barely talk and when I text you I get left on delivered." You point out with a frown. You could probably pull up his contact and scroll through the constant unanswered messages that are paired with random texts from him, usually at unreasonable hours. At one point you tried matching whatever sleep schedule he's on, but eventually had to stop for your sanity.

Peter nods his head, not defending himself. "I know I've been busy, I should have tried to talk to you more." He says in a genuine tone. He looks down at the asphalt, rubbing the back of his neck. You can't lie, even when you're close to ditching him in the parking lot, he looks good. "I promise that I'm not distracted anymore, I swear on my test score!" His eyes shift to look at you, his head ducked down a bit still. He looks adorable at that angle.

"And I'm supposed to care why?" You shift your weight onto one leg, the weight of your backpack making your back ache. A part of you wants to just forgive him and pretend like the past few weeks didn't happen, the other half wants to reject him and drive home.

"I was hoping we could hang out, you know like friends do." He chuckles. If his smile wasn't so perfect you'd call him insane, maybe even dramatically march away. Instead, you find yourself excited about the idea of spending time with him again. Your heart betraying your stubborn brain.

"And if I were to say yes, what would we do?" You enquire, pretending to not be interested. It's too bad you never made the starring role in any school plays.

"I'd order us pizza and invite you to watch a movie at my apartment." You've forgotten how much his internships are paying him, OSCORP definitely loves him. "I'll even buy those cupcakes you loved from that bakery." That catches your interest.

"Hmm, I'll have to see." You pretend to think, making him groan. You both know you're more than free, but you enjoy tormenting him. Honestly, spending time with Peter while eating free food is a double win. "I guess I'll do it." You relent, watching as his smile grows even more. You can see his eyes brighten once you agree, making your heart race.

"Perfect, Friday night at 6 o'clock!" He details, and you mentally note it. There's no way you'd miss it, not for the world.

It's pouring rain when you finally reach his apartment, you're dripping down the hallway. You know how to get to his apartment by heart having done it so much. The hallway filled with apartment doors is warm enough to keep you from shivering.

You reach his door, knocking a few times. You wait awkwardly, noticing how dead quiet it is. You hope he has clothes you can borrow so yours can dry, wet clothes are anything but comfortable.

You wait a few seconds before knocking again, still having hope about tonight. You assure yourself he's probably listening to music or in the shower. You send him a text letting him know you're outside.

After a few minutes, you call him, becoming impatient. The warmth of the hallway is no longer enough, your skin covered in bumps and your teeth chattering. There's no answer, you go straight to voicemail.

You don't want to believe he's not home. You try to come up with an excuse, anything that could stop the ache in your chest. However, you've been in this situation before. You know how tonight will end and it doesn't include free pizza and cupcakes.

You wait five more minutes before you have no patients left in you. You turn away from the door, heading back down the hallway, into the elevator, and back into the rainy night. On the way out you open his contact, sending one last message telling him to forget about it.

You wake up to the sound of your ringtone blaring in your ears. With a sleepy groan, you pick up your charging phone, seeing Peter's contact name in bold letters. You stare at the call, turning your sound off. You wait until the call ends before checking the time, seeing it's almost 3AM. No way in hell are you answering his calls this early in the morning, not after he stood you up.

You put your phone down, rolling away from it on your bed. You just want to sleep the day away, feeling disgusting from getting caught in the rain.

You fall asleep for a few hours before hearing a knock. You groggily sit up, heading to your bedroom door. You assume it's your roommate but when you open the door no one is there. You hear the knocking again, it's from your window.

Your body tenses, fear creeping up your back. You don't want to turn around in case your childhood fears were real and there's a killer on your fire escape.

There's a third round of knocks that come in a specific rhythm. You know that knock and you kind of wish it was a killer instead. You don't want to see Peter, but it's too late to act as if you're still asleep. Even if you did go back to sleep, you have no choice but to look at him while walking to your bed.

You know you'll regret this decision later, but you head to your window anyway. You lean on the windowsill, glaring daggers into Peter's soul through the glass. He gets the message instantly, giving you a pleading look. He points to the lock on your window, silently asking you to open it.

You huff, unlocking the window and pushing it open. You're itching to chew him out, to confront him about making you feel like shit. You want to get the first word, but the moment the window opens Peter is speaking.

"I'm so so so sorry! I promise I didn't leave you hanging on purpose!" He begins, talking at the speed of sound. He's sweating, his hair flat compared to his usual updo. "Something came up and I couldn't check my phone!" Another excuse.

"Just say you forgot and let me sleep." You grumble, eye locked with his. He knows you aren't messing around and that this is the last straw. He's fucked up for the last time and now he's grasping at anything to fix it. "At least spare me the truth."

"I swear I'm telling the truth, there was an emergency and I tried to get to my apartment in time." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. He's still withholding the truth and you know you'll never get it like this.

"Alright, Peter, I'm done." You pat your legs before reaching to shut your window. Before you can even touch the wooden frame, something sticky touches your wrist. Your eyes land on a white substance pulling on your skin slightly. You follow the string down to Peter's wrist, his eyes wide. There's a wristband with some sort of mechanism on it. "What the fuck?"

Before you can think he's climbing through your window, disconnecting his web from his wrist. You stare at the substance still attached to you, it reminds you of a spider's web. Spiderweb.

"OH, MY-" Peter places a hand over your mouth, shushing you. His palms are rough but warm. Your eyes are wide and the tips of your fingers are numb as things slowly get put into place in your mind.

"Please, don't scream," Peter begs, slowly removing his hand from your mouth. Your jaw is on the floor and you both know you have a lot to talk about.

Not in a million years did you expect tonight to go like this. You did not foresee Peter confessing to being Spider-Man or sitting on a rooftop as he explains his powers. You have no idea what time it is, but the sun is beginning to rise.

"So, this whole time you've been fighting crime and going to college?" That's the thing you can't wrap your head around. He has amazing grades, you're even jealous of him for it. You're trying to figure out how he doesn't pass out all the time from exhaustion.

"Yeah, I've been balancing everything." He admits. Your heart pangs at the idea of him wearing himself out constantly and then still trying to make time for you. "I promise if last night wasn't a serious emergency I would have been there." He shakes his head.

For the first time in a while, you believe him. "You shouldn't beat yourself up about it." You comfort him, rubbing his back. Now that you know the full truth, everything makes sense. You don't feel bad for being upset, but you can't hold onto the anger anymore.

"I tried so hard to make any time for you," He mumbles, watching the sunrise and the sky changes colors. "Every time I thought about messaging you or even talking to you, someone would commit a crime." He chuckles, handing his head between his knees.

"Well, now that I know I forgive you." You num, nudging him playfully. Honestly, knowing he's a secret superhero makes him ten times more attractive. "Besides, now I know you aren't trying to avoid me." You joke.

"Avoid you? Never." He scoffs, wrapping an arm around you. "If anything you're one of the reasons I fight for this city. I want you to live in a place that's protected." There's a long silence as you digest his words, trying to figure out if he's saying what you think he is. After an awkward amount of quiet, he speaks again, "I just want to make sure I wasn't being too subtle, I've been in love with you since freshman year." He says bluntly, putting it all out in the air.

"Oh." That is all you can say. The guy you've had a crush on has liked you for the same amount of time and all you can say is 'Oh'. You really need to slap yourself.

"Oh." He repeats, tapping his knees. "So, uhm, I love this chat I've created." He thins his lips, trying not to look directly at you.

It takes a second but your brain finally catches up with your heart. You turn to face him, your eyes are wide. You grip his arm as if he's leaving. "OH!" Your voice raises in a few octaves, "You're in love with me!"

"Yeah, I am." He laughs, taking your hand in his. Your heart is slamming against your chest, trying to find the correct words to say.

"I'm in love with you, too!" You shout, finally forming words. You sound extremely stupid and socially broken. "I just thought you were a dick!"

"No, you were right. I was being a dick." Peter nods his head with a smile on his face. You don't disagree with him, instead, you keep your eyes on his face. You're soaking up his features, taking in every pore and micro-scar on his face. "But I wish I had confessed sooner."

"I wish you did too, but I'm glad it's now instead of never." You lean your head on his shoulder, hand still in his. He brushes his finger over the back of your palm. "Besides, now we can be one of those couples at graduation who post like fifty photos." You tease.

"Couple?" His head snaps to look at you, "You still want to date me?" He asks in such a quiet voice, almost unsure you'll say yes. It shatters your heart to see him like this, believing that years of friendship and pining will go away after a couple rough patches.

"Oh, I'd date the fuck out of you," You nod your head with a serious look. His expression brightens more than before, and his free hand reaches to touch your face.

"Can I please kiss you?" He asks, his lips about to graze yours.

"If you don't I think I might jump off this roof." You lean closer and Peter doesn't hesitate to meet you halfway. The kiss is rough for just a second before mellowing out. You don't realize how much you've been craving this until it's actually happening.

He finally pulls away for air, resting his forehead on yours. "Holy shit." He gasps, trying to catch his breath. "I think this is the best moment of my life."

"It better be." You respond, going in for another kiss.

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avocado-writing · 2 months

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I am BEGGING for more essentially modern au stuff like the road trip one please!!!! I’ve had the worst anxiety all week and it’s the first genuine giggle I’ve had in forever 💞 thank you! (Also no pressure tho omg I’m sorry)

awww I’m so glad I made you laugh!! Ok how about… modern au, picnic in the park:

Tav

you organise everything. You always organise everything. These guys are not capable of getting together without your direct involvement.

you bring a couple of dishes and drive those who can’t be bothered to walk or take public transport (astarion, shadowheart)

try to be the first there to get a good spot so you tell your passengers you’re meant to be there an hour earlier than planned. they both complain but help you set up anyway.

Gale

brings the majority of home made dishes.

he is the best cook in the group, and he always has a great mix of stuff to bring - salads and sandwiches, pastas and fruit kebabs. it’s all pretty healthy and the plates are cleared by the end!

walked from his house with massive IKEA bags full of food. had to stop three times on the way to the park because he was exhausted.

meticulously counts his Tupperware as he packs everything up afterwards and goes hunting if any of it is missing.

Astarion

tries to steal Gale’s Tupperware.

spends most of the picnic in the shade of a tree pretending to read a book, but really he’s just spying on everyone. It’s fun to eavesdrop.

brought wine. it’s mostly for him. he will share if he’s asked to but he will complain the whole time.

lightens up as the day goes on, doesn’t even complain about the cooking!

Shadowheart

also tries to steal Gale’s Tupperware, but worse at it than Astarion.

immediately picks a fight with Lae’zel when she gets there but the two of them spend the whole day next to each other, anyway.

by the end of the day she’s just lying back on a picnic blanket, vibing, picking the leftovers off of her plate.

everyone has had a heart-to-heart with her at some point.

Lae’zel

mostly comes to eat the proteins. doesn’t indulge in the carb-based foods, she won’t even have a cheat day when she’s meant to be having fun.

ends up with Shadowheart’s head in her lap and plays with her hair. Glares at anyone who mentions it.

will not organise any team sport games, but will become captain if one is suggested. She is fucking brutal. You do not want to be on her team or it gets intense.

Karlach

brings a portable grill so she can get some BBQ going!

Gale is the best cook but Karlach is grill master. She has an apron which says it. Keeps topping up everyone’s plates even when they ask her to stop.

can still play frisbee with no issues after eating 3 plates of food? How? Is this woman magic??

Wyll

is the one who organises the team sports, and you do want to be on his team.

makes the whole day better. If he gets there earliest he also set up a scavenger hunt for everyone!

constantly checking in on everyone to make sure they’re having a good time. Eventually you have to sit him down and remind him to eat, he’s meant to have fun too!

in charge of the sound system. Picks the best music.

Halsin

knows the best spot in the park to set up the picnic!

goes on long tangents about local flora and fauna, but it’s good. Like listening to an ASMR video.

takes off his shirt to lie in the sun. Everyone stares. At one point a fucking butterfly lands on him and it’s like he’s a Disney princess.

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mamaestapa · 9 months

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Heartache Like No Other

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

chapter summary: You and Joe both experience heartbreak like no other after the events of Joe’s time in Louisiana for the LSU spring game…

•word count: 5.3k

•warnings: pregnancy, angst, crying, jealous joe, sad joe, sad y/n, definitely not the fluffiest chapter but there is some fluff!

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April 12, 2023

4 months pregnant

Tears streamed down your face as you pulled out of Joe’s driveway. You were still absolutely distraught. You knew it was bad for your unborn son, but you couldn’t control the painful sobs that tore through your body as you left Joe’s. You didn’t let Joe explain himself at all because your hormones had been clouding your judgment since you came across the photos of him with his ex-girlfriend. Joe seemed deeply hurt and genuinely confused by your accusations you were throwing around when he got home. He truly does love you, and he missed you and your unborn child so much while he was away. Hearing you say such harsh words just broke his heart. But you were heartbroken too, Joe’s actions really hurt you.

As you drove down the street, you pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you got to the name of someone you knew wouldn’t mind if you stayed with them for a little while. Holly and Joe live in a one bedroom apartment and you’d hate to invade their space, even though you know Holly wouldn’t hesitate to let you stay with them. Morgan and Logan were out of town for a couple days, and they’re your friends but you wouldn’t crash at their place anyways. Obviously, Sam and Emma aren’t even options at this point. So that left you with the person you were calling right now. You put the call on speaker as you continued to drive. The phone rang twice before the person on the other end picked up.

“Hey.”

You sniffled, voice shaky and full of emotion as you responded, “Hi Tee.”

“Woah, you good Y/n?” Tee asked, his voice full of concern on the other end. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you stayed silent. You choked out a sob, causing Tee to curse silently on the other end. As gut wrenching sobs wracked your body all over again, you could hear Tee trying to calm you.

“Y/n you OK? Is something wrong? Does Joe know or do I need to come get you?”

“I-it, it’s about Joe.” You replied, your sobs growing harsher at the mention of Joe. You could hear Tee curse again before he replied. “What’d Burrow do?”

Get back together with his ex-girlfriend. Lie to me about missing me, lie to me about loving me… You thought.

“Can I,” you hiccuped, “stay with you, please?” You pleaded. You sniffled and hiccuped once again from your sobs before you spoke again. “I’ll explain everything.”

“Of course,” Tee replied instantly, “as long as you need. You need me to come get you?” You sniffled, responding, “No, I’m on my way.”

After saying you’d see each other soon, you hung up the phone and continued to drive to Tee’s house. A tear falling down your cheek every once in a while as you drove and thought about the heartbroken Joe you left behind. Part of you feels terrible for leaving him like that, but you knew you couldn’t stay. Not after what he did to you while he was in Louisiana. Before you knew it, you were pulling into Tee’s driveway. As soon as you pulled into the driveway, Tee was already out waiting at the front door for you. You put your car in park and got out, tears welling in your eyes once again as you made eye contact with the wide receiver. You walked up to the front door, falling into Tee’s arms as gut wrenching sobs wracked your body. Tee immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against him while staying mindful of your bump. He brought a hand up to cradle the back of your head as you cried into his chest. Tee stroked your hair with his thumb as he tried to calm you. He let you cry for a good three minutes before he pulled your head away from his chest. A deep frown was etched on Tee’s face as he gazed down at your tear streaked face and teary, bloodshot eyes.

“Come on,” he said softly, draping an arm around your shoulders, “let’s get you inside.”

You nodded as the two of you walked into Tee’s house. Tee brought you into his living room, letting you sit down on the couch first before he sat down next to you. As your body recovered from your intense sobbing, you let out the occasional shaky breath and small sniffle. Tee leaned over to grab a tissue from the coffee table, handing it to you with a soft smile.

“Thanks,” you croaked out before blowing and wiping the snot away from your nose. “I’m sorry, this is disgusting. I’m disgusting.”

Tee shook his head and placed a comforting hand on your knee, squeezing it gently as he said, “No you’re not, beautiful.” You wet your lips and looked over at Tee, a sad smile pulling at your lips. “I’m glad you think so.”

“What’s got you so upset, girl?“ Tee frowned, giving you his full attention as you took a deep, shaky breath. You then told him the whole story, from Joe going to Louisiana for the LSU spring game to the photos of him with his ex that brought you to where you are right now—Tee's house. As you gave Tee all of the details, you couldn't help but grow emotional again. Seeing Joe with another woman, especially when that woman is his ex-girlfriend, isn't easy. Plus, all you could see when you thought about Joe was the heartbroken expression he wore, and the tears that rolled down his cheeks as he watched you walk out of the house. You couldn't help but feel a little guilty at the thought of Joe being completely distraught right now over you leaving him the way you did.

But what he did was wrong. You know you can't be around or talk to him right now. Your emotions are all over the place, and pair that with your raging pregnancy hormones, the results of you seeing Joe at the moment wouldn't end well. Staying with Tee is the right thing for you to do—at least for now.

Tee asked you to show him the photos of Joe and Alexis in Louisiana. You gladly showed him, however you couldn't help but cringe as you looked at the photos. Your heart sank as you watched Tee scroll the posts, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he read the captions of each post. Tee seemed just as genuinely confused as you were when you first heard about the situation. He handed you your phone and frowned deeply at you. "Damn," he breathed out, "I don't even know what to say." You let out a breathy laugh, "How do you think I feel?" Tee wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. He just frowned down at you as he watched your eyes well up with tears again. You quickly wiped them away, refusing to cry over this anymore. You've shed too many tears over Joe and decisions in the past couple hours.

"Y/n," Tee said quietly, making you look up at him. He cleared his throat before speaking again, "Promise you won't get upset." You quickly sat up and out of Tee's arm that was draped over your shoulder. "Why?" You asked, voice full of concern. You were preparing to hear upsetting news that you knew you did not want to hear right now. If it has anything to do with Joe and his relationship with Alexis, you don't know if your heart (or your blood pressure) can handle it. "Is it about Joe and Alexis? Have they been seeing each other?"

Tee's eyes widened at your question. "No, no! Not at all," he assured, "I was just going to give you my opinion about all that bullshit."

You let out a sigh of relief at Tee's words. You could feel your mood shift a little at the fact that Joe hasn't been seeing Alexis. "Good. I was worried you were going to tell me Joe has been seeing Alexis behind my back."

"Well, I know he hasn't here. Who knows what he was doin' in Louisiana."

Your shoulders dropped as your face fell. You could feel your chest tighten as another breakdown full of harsh sobs was about to come over you. Here we go again.

Tee, noticing your hurt expression, immediately took back his statement. "Which, I'm sure was nothing." You wiped your tears and nodded hastily as Tee thought about what he was going to say to you. He didn't want to hurt you anymore than you already were, but he also didn't want to get your hopes up in case something was going on behind your back.

"Look, Y/n, I know you're upset. Don't take this as me trying to be mean and make things worse." Tee sighed, "You're my friend and I'm just trying to help you." You nodded along at his words. You could never be upset with Tee when you know he's only saying these things to help you and the situation.

"But they're just pictures. You can't accuse Joe of doing something behind your back because of some stupid pictures from Instagram that someone took. The one picture looked posed, the other two were just moments where fans happened to snap pics. Alexis was one of the best college athletes at LSU the same time as Joe, so of course people will want pictures of the two of them in the same place."

Tee has a point...Alexis was one of the best athletes that ever attended LSU—the same goes for Joe. People are obviously going to want pictures of the two, despite their past with each other.

"Joe doesn't look genuinely happy in those photos at all. You can tell that damn smile is a fake as hell." You let out a light chuckle, making Tee smile softly. It was good to hear you laugh, even if it was just a tiny one. "But," he continued, "When Joe is with you, I've only ever seen a genuine smile come from him."

Your thoughts were running wild, almost as wild as your emotions.

"Look, I know you don't want to talk to, or even see Joe right now. But if you're this worked up and willing to throw away everything you have with him, maybe you should talk to 'Marr about it instead. He was there, I'm sure he could tell you everything."

It's true. Ja'Marr was with Joe the whole time at the game and even the club where he was spotted with his ex. You stayed silent as you weighed your options and thought about what to do.

“No.”

“No? Y/n, are you su-.”

“I saw what I saw.” You said, cutting Tee off. “I don’t need to hear it too.”

Tee sighed deeply at your stubbornness. Deep down you knew you were overreacting a bit, but you weren’t going to give in that easily. Joe really hurt you, even if it wasn’t intentional. You know you’ll have to talk to Joe again, but not anytime soon.

“Alright, if you say so,” Tee stood from the couch with a sigh. He looked down at you with a small smile, “I’m going to grab your bag, make yourself at home.”

You nodded as you watched Tee turn around and exit his home to grab your suitcase from the car. As you sat on the couch, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pulled it out, rolling your eyes as you saw Joe’s name flash on the screen. He was trying to call you. You heart dropped with guilt as you thought about all of Joes desperate attempts to contact you. You still hadn’t told him where you were. Your guilt was quickly overcome with stubbornness as you clicked the red decline button. You leaned back in the coach, throwing your head back and letting out a loud sigh. You crossed your hands over your belly, earning a kick in return from your son. Tee walked into the living room with your suitcase, making you sit back up.

“I’ll take this up to the guest room.” You nodded, smiling softly, “Thanks Tee.”

“Yeah,” he started to walk up the stairs when he called out to you, “Want to freshen up and get some food? I’m sure you’re starving.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled at the mention of food. You hadn’t eaten anything due to being so worked up, plus you are eating for two so you’re always up to eat. You nodded, smiling softly at Tee as you accepted his offer. “Sure, sounds good.”

You figured going out with Tee would be good for you. Getting food and being in Tees company would definitely help get your mind off of things. You got up from the couch and followed Tee upstairs, going into the guest bedroom to get your things situated while Tee got ready to go out. You got your toiletries and makeup bag out from your suitcase, deciding to freshen up in the guest bathroom. As you were brushing your hair, your phone dinged with a text message notification. You sighed as you read the last three messages that Joe sent you in the last couple hours.

Joe- I’m so sorry Y/n. I didn’t mean to make you upset. Can you please give me a chance to talk to you about this? I’ll explain everything.

Joe- I miss you. Just as much, if not more than I did while I was gone. You don’t have to talk to me, but just know that I do love and miss you.

Joe- Y/n, can you at least let me know that you and our son are safe and OK?

As upset as you are at Joe, you know that telling him that you and the baby are safe and staying with Tee, is the right thing to do.

You- I’m at Tees. My baby is fine.

That was the first time in a long time referred to the baby as my baby and not our baby. You know that’ll crush Joe, but you figure that’s what he gets for absolutely gutting you. You shut your phone off, ignoring the notification that Joe liked your message as you continued to freshen up for your dinner with Tee. The two of you decided to get burgers at a local burger joint in Cincinnati. Recently, your biggest pregnancy craving has been cheeseburgers. It doesn’t matter if it’s a burger from McDonalds or a burger from a pub—they all satisfy your craving.

As soon as you and Tee arrived at the restaurant, Tee insisted that you found a place to sit down while he ordered food for both of you. You told him your order and found a table to sit at in the corner of the diner type restaurant. As Tee ordered, many fans that were eating or ordering had come up to him to get their pictures taken with him. After paying, he politely declined more photos being taken as he wanted to spend this time to catch up with a friend. All of the fans were extremely understanding, letting Tee get back to you without any issues. You and Tee talked with each other for a bit until your food arrived. You were all ears as he told you all about his off-season and how he was preparing for the upcoming football season. Just like Joe, Tee is up for a new contract. As far as you or Tee are concerned, nothing has been negotiated or decided on quite yet—but there’s still a lot of time before a decision needs to be made. It may not even happen this off-season, for Joe or Tee! But who knows. You try to stay out of the business side of the NFL as much as possible.

Throughout your meal, Joe hadn’t even crossed your mind once. Spending this time with Tee and eating a delicious burger, definitely helped boost your mood a ton and get your mind off of things.

“Y/n,” Tee said, holding up his phone to take picture, “hold the burger up.”

You did as Tee asked, holding the burger up and smiling sweetly at the camera, scrunching your nose as you did so. Tee laughed at your pose and took a picture, posting it onto his instagram story with the caption: “🍔!!! @yourusername”

Tee put his phone down and went back to enjoying his burger. You got on your phone and saw his story, liking it before reposting it to yours, captioning it: “burgers with Uncle Tee>>>” so that no rumors would start about Tee being the father of your baby, since for now, no one but your closest friends and family know who the father is.

You put your phone back down and took a bite of the burger, moaning from all of the different flavors and how delicious it was.

“Hit the spot?” Tee chuckled from your reactions with a look of amusement on his face. You nodded, humming as a way to say yes. Tee smiled, pointing at you, “Little guy enjoying it, too?”

“He’s been pretty calm, not wiggling around a lot,” you sighed contently, “So, I’m going to take that as a yes.” You finished with a smile. Tee couldn’t help but smile warmly at your response. He was so excited to be an uncle to that sweet baby boy. Him and Ja’Marr fight constantly about who is going to be favorite uncle: Tee or Ja’Marr. It’s funny to watch them argue, both of them not even considering mentioning Sam, the baby’s biological uncle in the conversation. But at this point, you’re positive Tee and Ja’Marr will be better uncles to the baby than your brother will be.

You and Tee finished up your food and headed back to his house to wind down for the night. You were ready to head back and relax, and continue to not let your thoughts be overwhelmed with Joe.

~…meanwhile…~

You- I’m at Tees. My baby is fine.

Joe’s mouth formed in a straight line as he read the words “my baby”. You’d never referred to the baby as your baby when you were with him, it was always our baby—until now.

He must’ve really hurt you.

Joe sighed as he placed his phone face down on the couch. He was relieved to know you were safe and with someone he trusts, but him knowing you were still extremely upset with him made his heart hurt. You had been ignoring all of his previous texts and phone calls, which was something he wasn’t used to. Joe leaned forward and put his head into his hands, rubbing his hands down his face multiple times. He was starting to get a headache, which he wasn’t sure if it was from crying or the stress he’s putting himself under right now over you and his baby. Joe wet his lips as he pulled his hands away from his face. His mind was racing, filling with thoughts about you and how devastated and distraught you looked when he got home from the airport. Joe felt extremely heartbroken, but most of all, he felt guilty. Guilty for being around Alexis. Guilty for the heartbreak he caused you. Guilty for making you feel like he didn’t love you. Guilty for making you feel like he didn’t love your sweet baby boy.

As Joe’s thoughts ran wild, emotion soon took over him and before he knew it, he was letting out the same gut wrenching sobs that you were earlier. The salty tears streamed down his face in a constant rate as he sobbed painfully. He hated that the situation came to this. Joe never wanted any of this to happen. He didn’t think going to LSU for a couple days would cause everything the two of you have created the last couple months to come crumbling down in a matter of days.

Joe promised himself and you that he’d make it up to you. Everything he did to you all those years ago, he vowed to never do anything like that again. But here was, breaking your heart the same way he did when he left for LSU. Was this how you felt when he left for LSU?

Tears continued to stream down Joe’s cheeks as he thought about the hurt he caused you, and how you may never forgive him. His thoughts wandered to his unborn son. Joe’s sweet little boy that was growing like a weed, who he hasn’t gotten to speak to or feel for days. He missed his son terribly. Joe could only hope you’ll let him attend your checkup that’s in a couple days. He’ll try to convince you, but he’s not going to get his hopes up.

After a few minutes of letting out all of his pent up emotions, Joe’s sobs slowed to the occasional sniffle. Once he wasn’t worked up anymore, he decided to do an intense training workout to get his mind of you, the baby, and everything that’s happening between the two (or three) of you.

~time skip~

Joe had just finished an intense workout. Sweat dripped down his forehead as his glistening chest heaved with every deep breath he took. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a fruit punch Body Armor from the fridge. He quickly opened the bottle, bringing it up to his lips and taking a generous drink of the ice cool liquid. It was perfect for after a workout like Joe had. He pulled the bottle away from his lips, letting out a slight “ah.” Joe sniffed and wiped his mouth free of the liquid that had dribbled down his chin as he quenched his thirst. He screwed the cap back on and walked over to the island, pulling out a bar stool and plopping his sore body down onto it. As Joe sat down, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out, hoping it was a message from you. His shoulders sunk in disappointment. It wasn’t a text. But it was a notification from Instagram, notifying Joe that you and Tee had added to your stories.

Usually, Joe wasn’t one to use social media. He could care less about what people on Instagram had to say or do. Occasionally though, he will post, but it’s only ever related to football or any sponsorships he may be a part of. His words, Joe doesn’t “peruse social media”.

However, curiosity got the best of him. Joe opened the Instagram app and immediately clicked on your story, which popped up first on his feed. His heart dropped to his stomach as he saw the picture of you smiling and holding up the burger you ate for dinner. His heart dropped even more as he noticed you reposted Tee’s story.

You were out to dinner with Tee. While it seemed like a friendly type of thing, Joe couldn’t help but feel a little jealous seeing you with Tee. What makes matters worse is that you’re staying with Tee right now. He could only hope nothing was happening. Joe knows you’re incredibly upset with him, but he likes to think you wouldn’t do something harsh to him in return. Jealousy continued to bubble inside of Joe as he thought about you and Tee together.

Joe let out a heavy sigh as he hastily swiped out of Instagram and shut his phone off. Joe was overwhelmed. He was extremely upset and on top of that, he was starting to get jealous at the thought of you staying with Tee.

He needed to talk to you. He needed to talk to Tee. He needed to make sure nothing was happening.

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You were sitting on the couch next to Tee, wrapped up in a blanket and laying your head on his shoulder as the two of you watched re-runs of How I Met Your Mother. As you were tucked into Tee’s side, you were feeling around for your baby boys kicks. He’s been active today, but not as active as usual. You weren’t concerned though, you knew the reason why. Your son was only extremely active whenever Joe was around. You think the baby must like the sound of his dads voice, or the touch of his palm over yours. Because when Joe is around, your son is doing what feels like constant somersaults in your belly.

You poked gently at your skin, waiting for your baby to push back. A few moments passed of no movement, but he eventually kicked back at the spot you poked. You giggle softly as you watched your son kick. Tee glanced down at the sound of your laughter, watching in amusement as you bothered your unborn baby.

“What are you doing to the little guy?” Tee chuckled. You grabbed his hand, smiling as you placed it gently on your bump. “Feel this.”

You poked the side of your belly, waiting to feel your son kick back again. He didn’t. You figured it would take a few tries to get him to move, but he never did the whole time Tee’s hand was on you.

“He’s being stubborn, sorry.” You said, frowning slightly as Tee pulled his hand away. Tee chuckled, “It’s good. He can tell it’s not his daddy’s hand.”

You smiled slightly, “Yeah, you’re right. I can tell he’s already a daddy’s boy.” You said quietly, thinking about how much Joe and his son have already bonded—even though your baby is only twenty some weeks.

“Speaking of his daddy…” Tee trailed off, “have you talked to Joe at all?” You shrugged, “Not really. Only to tell him that I was staying with you.”

Tee nodded, humming in response. “Well,” he started, “you can stay as long as you need.” You looked up at Tee, a genuine smile on your face as you said, “Thank you Tee.” He nodded, the smile on his face matching yours, “Anytime, Y/n/n.”

You spent the rest of the night watching HIMYM with Tee, before you went upstairs to get some well needed rest after the day you had today.

~the next day~

You woke up from your deep, peaceful sleep, to sound of your phone going off. You groaned slightly as you rubbed your tired eyes. You rolled over in the queen sized bed and reached out to grab your phone. You sighed in annoyance as you saw what the notification was.

Joe had sent you a message.

You rolled your eyes and set your phone back down on the nightstand. You laid back down in bed, trying to fall back into that same peaceful sleep you had been in before your phone went off. However, as you laid in bed and tried to fall back asleep, you couldn’t help but slowly start to feel guilty.

You knew you were being stubborn, overreactive, and harsh about the whole situation with Joe. He just made you so upset, and the only way you could make it “better” was by leaving him and ignoring everything he tired to say to you. So as you laid in bed, you decided that while you aren’t ready to see Joe yet, you should text him back. It’ll make you both feel better.

Joe- Hey. I know you’re still pissed at me, and I don’t expect you to say anything, but I’m just checking in. I’m worried about you, Y/n. I want to make sure the two of you are OK.

You- Hi. We’re both doing good, thanks for checking in.

Joe- Of course. Im glad to hear that. Things going good with Tee?

You- Yep.

Joe- Good.

You didn’t respond. You figured letting him know you and the baby were still going OK was good enough for now. You went to turn your phone off when another text from Joe came through.

Joe- I was looking at the calendar and noticed you have an appointment in a couple days. Do you need me to take you?

You- No, I can go by myself.

Joe- I was hoping maybe I could go with you. Dr. Montgomery said your halfway appointment would be one we shouldn’t miss.

You- I don’t really want to see you right now, Joe. I get the appointment is important, but the baby and I clearly aren’t your top priority right now.

Joe- Y/n, can you please let me explain myself? It’s not what you think, I promise. I love and miss you so much.

You scoffed as you read his text. Was he just saying that to get you to let him go the appointment?

You- I don’t want to see you right now, Joe.

Joe- I won’t even be in the room if you don’t want me. At least let me go and sit in the waiting room so that I can talk to Dr. Montgomery. Please?

You- I don’t know.

Joe- He’s my baby too, Y/n. I want to make sure he’s healthy and OK. I’ll stay in the waiting room the whole time, you won’t even know I’m there.

You contemplated on what to say to Joe. As much as you’re still upset with him, you know it’s wrong to deny him from going to your appointment. Joe’s right, it’s his baby too. Even if you don’t want to see him, he should be able to go.

You- Fine. Appointment is at eleven.

Joe- Thank you. I’ll see you in a couple days. Take care of yourself and peanut.

Your eyes welled with tears as you read the name peanut.

Peanut. Joe hasn’t referred to the baby as peanut since before you found out you were having a baby boy. The nickname filled you with many different emotions. You loved hearing the name again, but at the same time it made you sad hearing it come from Joe because of how you’ve been treating him the last couple of days.

A pang of guilt struck you as you realized how harsh you sounded as you texted Joe. He on the other hand sounded genuine in each message he sent. It made you realize that maybe Joe really does love you and your unborn son, and that he wasn’t just saying those words to keep you distracted. Maybe Joe really did miss you while he was in Louisiana for those couple of days, and maybe, just maybe, those pictures truly did mean nothing.

hey loves!!

i just skimmed through this chapter and fixed obvious things that needed edited, but there are definitely still some errors (so i apologize for that lol)

so y/n is staying with tee and joe might just be a little jealous

and poor joe :( i just want to hug him lol. do we think y/n will come around and let joe explain himself or do we think she’s going to be stubborn and continue to drag this out?

we’ll have to see in the next chapter👀 which lucky for you, will be out this week!😉) again, i don’t want to give much away, but i think this next chapter will make you feel better—maybe…

if you haven’t seen already, i’m updating this series TWICE a week now! with the exception of this week, i will be updating a chapter every monday & thursday/friday. so hopefully thats some exciting news if you enjoy this series!🤍

anyways, thank you so much for all of your kind words, comments, and love you’ve shown this series! i’m having a blast writing it, and it makes me so happy to see that you are all enjoying it. you’re all the best!☺️🤍

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Enigma// Ch 11

Anakin x F!reader

(a/n: this chapter is decently long, but for the next chapter be prepared for several time skips… gotta get to the climax of the story hehe)

NSFW

Unexpectedly, Anakin invites you to an impromptu dinner

Warnings: Sex, Cursing, vaginal sex, Oral sex

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After Anakin opened up to you he started to contact you more frequently…much more.

He would ask you about your day, text you encouragement about your classes, or just text about random things on his mind. Not that you minded, but you were a bit surprised that he was initiating more interactions than you were.

Recently your mind had been racing with thoughts, what were you doing? Was this ok? Why did you feel this way?

You would lie on your bed and just look at the ceiling and think.

Yes, this “thing” you had with Anakin was questionable to an outsider’s opinion; an almost 40 year old army vet and an underclassman college student who doesn’t have her life figured out.

But you really liked him and genuinely felt safe with him. Hopefully he felt the same about you; you really wanted to believe he cared for you.

Almost as if he could sense your thoughts, your phone lit up with a text from him.

“Hey, if you’re free tonight, would you want to get dinner?”

Your heart was racing, he had never asked to do something with you other than maybe come to his house. Before you could think, your fingers had already pressed the small letters on your phone screen.

“Of course!”

Fuck, you sounded too enthusiastic…

You tossed your phone to the other side of your bed and hugged your pillow tight; your mind raced with trivial anxieties.

What if I responded too fast?

Did I sound too childish?

I should have just said “sure”...

What if he thinks I'm too interested?

But just as quickly as you responded, your phone dinged again.

“Ok, would you like to meet there or would you like me to pick you up?”

Pick you up? You didn’t think he could drive…

“Actually my car is having some work done right now, so would you mind picking me up?”

You tossed your phone once more and watched anxiously as the three gray dots blinked across the screen to indicate he was typing, which, you knew took longer because he had to speech-to-text it, but damn were you on the edge of your seat.

“If I minded I wouldn’t have asked.”

Typical Anakin, you laughed at how worried you were over a stupid text.

Soon enough the sun began to set and Anakin was on the way. Your heart pounded as you anxiously waited in your dorm… What were you doing… no really. What were you doing?

You and him were in totally different places in your life, you were still in college for fucks sake.

You didn’t know what you were doing with him, did you ever want to date him? Why were you doing this to yourself?

Even if it did work out, how would you navigate life with him? Would you be able to help him with his accommodations? Would he-

Your phone buzzed, scaring you.

“Hello?

Hey, I'm here. Should I park, or..

“No it's alright, I’ll be right out”

Alright.

As you gathered your stuff you took one last look in the mirror. You looked good, you tried not to get too fancy but also not too casual. Afterall, who’s to say this “dinner” was even a date…

You locked your door and headed out to the lot.

The weather was nice and the sky was painted with beautiful shades of oranges, yellows, and pinks. You spotted his car outside of your hall, it seemed to be pretty normal from the outside. As you got closer he turned his head to the side and nodded to you.

The car had a lingering scent of fresh eucalyptus, most likely from the cooling gel he used on his limbs; not that you minded. You closed the door and smiled at the man beside you.

He was dressed in gray sweats, a white shirt, and a forest green zip up; his hair seemed to be a little more kept than usual and you could smell hints of cologne.

“Hi,” you said as you buckled your seat belt.

“Hey” he responded, looking back over your seat to pull away from the curb.

His right arm sported a hook-like mechanism that fit onto a steering knob in the center console. He rotated the peg to steer the car as his other hand controlled the speed and brakes. You were quite astonished as to how the car functioned, it was remarkable that technology allowed for him to drive, a few years back it would have been impossible.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” he said, eyes not moving from the road.

“Huh? Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean..”

“Relax, I’m just being an ass,” he said lightly, shooting you a teasing glance.

You smiled and looked out the window at the darkening city.

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You arrived at this italian restaurant downtown that was pretty well known for having the best spaghetti in town, not too fancy though. That's good. Keep things neutral.

Anakin drove up the row looking for a spot, there was one available one at the front of the establishment, it was a handicapped one; but he continued to go for the spot.

Oh.

He could park there, how did you forget?

He headed towards it when another car quickly cut him off and claimed the space. He cursed as he slammed on the breaks.

“Fuckin idiot doesn’t know how to drive” he huffed, swiveling the steering knob away from the spot. You watched intently as an arrogant looking guy got out of the parked car, he didn’t even have a handicapped sticker or tag.

What an ass.

The only other spot left was at the end of the lot, farthest away from the restaurant, you knew Anakin could walk there, but you still felt bad that you had to park so far; though you decided to keep your mouth shut, he already seemed embarrassed enough that he was robbed of a spot (a handicapped spot, no less) and you were still figuring out how to navigate his ill temper.

Instead, once the two of you were out of the car, you gently wrapped one of your arms around his left, garnering a surprised look from the older man.

“Something wrong?” he asked, almost worriedly.

You smiled up at him, “no”.

He pursed his lips slightly and nodded his head before returning a small smile to you. If he had given you that look when you first met him, you wouldn’t have been able to notice he was even smiling at all.

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The two of you shared a nice meal in the dimly lit restaurant talking about random topics that came to mind. Most of the time a wide smile was plastered on your face and the rest of the time was you just observing the man in front of you; he was sweet- caring even, you never would have imagined the guy you met at the bar could have as much heart as the man in front of you.

“Well, I guess that's what I get for being a smart ass,” he laughed, finishing an intriguing story from the other day.

You smiled and placed a gentle hand on his gloved one that was lying palm down on the table; as he saw where your destination was, he looked up to meet your gaze.

“Well I like your smart-assery” you giggled at your made up word.

‘’Smart-assery’?” he questioned with a playful grin.

Rolling your eyes you nodded, “Mhm, the quality of being a smart ass”.

His starry blue eyes trained on your glowing face as he grabbed his wine with his free hand; he lifted the glass and announced “well. Cheers to a new phrase, coined by no other than our own y/n” he teased.

You felt your cheeks heating up, but you joined him in his comedic toast.

Soon after he paid for the meal and the two of you set off; he offered for you to go to his place or back to the dorms and obviously you went with the handsome man who you had taken a particular interest in.

After starting a random movie in his living room, you found yourself inching closer….and closer…and closer.

Before you knew it, you were practically lying in his lap, you divert your attention from the tv up to him. He actually seemed pretty into the show, but you chose to be bold; lifting yourself up on your elbows, you gently tilted his jaw towards you and let out a breathy sigh when he looked into your eyes.

His brows upturned in interest and you slowly brought his lips to yours in a sensual kiss. A stifled moan escaped his throat as you reveled in the feeling of his cool stiff arm dragging itself up your body.

He shifted his position so that you were straddling his lap, his quickly hardening member pushed up against your core.

The kiss broke and you drew yourself back to take in the sight of the man that was under you; a light blush flushed across his charming face, his sandy hair falling nicely around his face, and his chest increasingly rising up and down.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“No reason, but if you don't like it, i'll stop” you teased the older man, though you already knew what his answer would be.

“I never said I didn’t like it” he responded, eyeing your plump lips.

Soon enough you were riding ing his thigh and had a handful of his sandy hair in your hands.

As you rolled your hips against him you could feel the top part of his prosthetic and the way he trembled a little when you would moan.

His mechanical hands gripped your back as best they could and his face was plunged into your chest, kissing all over you.

“A-anakin” you called drawing him closer to you.

“y/n you are so fucking beautiful” he said grabbing the clasp of your bra.

You smiled and leaned down to his ear as your dominant hand brushed over his bulge,

“I want you Anakin”.

He halted his movements and his brows furrowed a bit causing you a shred of worry.

“All the way?” he asked gingerly.

“All the way. ”

“Please don’t tell me that unless you really want to… last time we were drunk…i- I don’t know, I don’t want you to regret-”

You knew he was coming from a place of insecurity, he felt like less of a man because of his disabilities; you remembered after the first time he immediately covered his body and went back to defensive responses. But this time he was actually communicating his concerns, he was allowing himself to be vulnerable.

You felt a swell of pride… he trusted you.

You placed a gentle hand on his left cheek, “Anakin, I won’t regret this, I want to…I want you”

That seemed to flip a switch in him, because he took in a sharp breath before turning you over on his couch so that you were underneath him. Your eyes widened at the sudden motion and you drew in a breath.

He grinded his clothed cock into you as he continued to make out with you. Soon you helped him discard his pants. He hovered over you and lowered his gaze southward then back to you, “may I?”.

You nodded and before you knew it he was between your thighs, a strong grip on both of your thighs and his skilled mouth, hard at work on you.

As his tongue passed over your most sensitive regions you gasped and writhed under him. You lost track of time as your mind went fuzzy from his mouth; you felt your climax approaching, just a little longer….just a little..

You gasped at the cool gust of air that passed over your pussy as Anakin sat up. You looked at him with needy eyes and he stared back mischievously.

“Ani?” you panted

“Did you think I was just gonna give you what you wanted that easy? Hmm?” he mused, tracing a metallic finger down your stomach.

“Well, I do think you’re ready to take me,” he inquired, wiping you off of his face with a smile.

He situated himself over you and waited until you nodded for him to go in. Once you did, he pushed himself into you and both of you couldn;’t contain your moans. You were tight. Maker, You were so tight. You felt so good around his cock.

Shivers ran through his body with every thrust he delivered.

He felt like his old self with you, he felt young and hopeful. And it wasn’t solely from the sex; he had no thoughts of self hate or felt like you were treating him any differently than any other human. You were special.

His mind was consumed by fantasies of spending his days with you, not that his pride would ever let him admit that, but the sight of you under him just felt right.

On the other side of the duo, you felt conflicted. Of course you were wrapped up in how good he felt, but you worried you were becoming too attached.

For fuck’s sake, you were in college and he was in his late 30’s, how could you be sure he wasn’t just hanging out with you so he could hit?

Though, no matter the age or his possible intent you still wanted him to like you…and possibly, even more than “like”.

Your thoughts were severed by the knot in your stomach snapping and the following flood of pleasure that filled every part of your body.

Your back arched and his hips snapped to yours. You moaned at the feeling of his dick twitching inside of you, his warm cum started seeping out of you as he slowly pulled himself out of you with a groan.

He was breathing heavily and slumped himself against the other side of the couch. He reached for the tissue box on the end table next to him only to find the box empty. He sighed and rested his elbows on his knees before hoisting himself to his feet and heading down the hall.

You were left still an overstimulated mess on his couch; where was he going? You definitely were not supposed to follow him, but you also didn’t wanna get cum on his couch (even if it was his own doing). You began to get up to go to the bathroom when he returned with some towels. He handed you one and used the other to clean himself.

Once the two of you were finished you threw the discarded towels on the ground and both respectively got lost in your thoughts.

Usually he would go back to being an inconsiderate prick, so you were surprised when he called your name to come to him. Of course you followed and ended up with your head against his chest as he stroked your hair.

He grabbed a blanket from the chair to his left and tossed it over you and grabbed the remote to resume the show. His uncharacteristically sweet actions surprised you as you felt yourself drifting asleep next to his warm chest.

No matter the fact that he would probably go back to his normal asshole self tomorrow, or the fact that your encounters were always unpredictable, you just couldn’t pull yourself away from the enigma that was Anakin Skywalker.

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a/n: i’ve been so busy recently, but i really miss this story!! i hope you all still enjoy this one because next chapter imma speed up the timeline a bit to get to the juicy plot points heheh- as always, ty for reading!!

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dangermousie · 1 year

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You can tell Susu is hardcore gone for TTJ because she is genuinely jealous of Bingchang. Earlier, when she was emotionally not involved, she clearly got that TTJ was only interested in Bingchang because he was imitating Xiao Lin but now she’s involved emotionally, she is not clear headed at all.

Their terrible fight is, ironically, another proof of her feelings. Because if she was not involved, she’d just lie and say whatever to maintain her precious nails, but she can’t, she doesn’t even think about it, all she thinks is her disappointment and heartbreak.

I really do love this scene so much because I think it’s entirely in character for both of them and shows that they would have a horrible time getting to a happy ending even without Bingchang or Tantai Minglang and his corpse army. Because their particular issues just are designed to hit the other in the worst way. Whenever he does anything that looks in the least suspicious or not perfect, the reason she jumps to the worst conclusions is because she starts seeing in him the monster who set the world on fire and killed her father and sect in front of her eyes, and then almost killed her. It is easy for us, the viewers, to look at poor meow meow Tantai Jin and go “but don’t you see he’s OK, woman, he’s just an abuse victim and xianxia non-neurotypical.” But she SAW him murder everyone in sight, she saw it with her own eyes. The fact that she’s been able to look past that and see him as his own person and not yet that devil, and even further to fall in love with him is huge but this trauma, this knowledge is always in the back of her head and that is why I cut her immense amounts of slack whenever she jumps to the worst possible conclusions. I mean, here she literally starts seeing the devil god as she looks at him. She has her own horrible trauma, even if it’s different from TTJ’s.

But the reason this is such a terrible combination is that her issues hit his square dead center. Because his greatest fear AND his default expectation is that he is a monster, he is unloveable, nobody can truly love him if they know him, nobody can choose him over a $2 bill let alone the world, nobody will believe him or trust him or take his side. And so the moment she flinches, the moment she distrusts, he does not jump to tell her the truth about that awful night (where he was fully justified in what he did and more merciful than 98% of people would have been) but instead revels in showing her “yes, I am a monster, I am the worst, I am everything you fear and loathe, of course you can’t love me” because he wants to shove away before he gets shoved away first, he does not expect anyone to believe him if he tells the truth and if he shows his vulnerability, he will not get consolation but another stab in the back. Basically, both of them need him to be perfect and perfectly good - she needs him to be so and he needs her to believe him so, for that to be a workable relationship, but it cannot be such. Even paragon Xiao Lin is not perfect, let alone how could Tantai Jin be?

If she just asked him “but why” or said “I know you must have had a reason,” the train would not derail. But for once, I genuinely get why the heroine always jumps to conclusions. And so he, hurt but her lack of trust decides to show her he is as bad as she fears, even worse. In a way, it’s like an animal who tries to make itself as fearsome as it can to drive away predators. Only the predator here is emotional and what he is trying to protect is his heart. Their different traumatic experiences make them incompatible.

Oooof! You know, I normally would wonder why she doesn’t learn since this is not the first time she jumped to conclusions wrongly. But she is so damaged by seeing the devil god rampage in the future, by believing it’s inevitable (she tries to change but she never believes she can, not really), that she walks into the same mess over and over and it is actually realistic.

He so hopes she will say yes. He does not expect it, but he really wishes.

That is what he thinks of himself, isn’t it? Because it’s been drummed into him his whole life.

Susu needs to learn the future is not immutable. She is here actually because she believes that - to change the future. But that also means people’s characters in the future are not immutable either! She needs to take that next step.

He does jump on that, he really is smart.

Oh, Susu!

He says that because at this moment he’s so hurt he wishes it were true but alas his heart is pretty damn human by now and the opposite is true.

Their problem is not some other chick or crazy half brother raising a zombie army or even tragic destiroy of TTJ. Their problem is that they love each other immensely and trust each other zero.

#cdrama #luo yunxi #bai lu #till the end of the moon

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 2 years

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Bring me a dream

Part 3: Vanilla Marshmallow

Status: Ongoing

Masterlist

Pairing: The Corinthian x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, smut, horror elements, manipulation

A/N: ok i think I got everyone tagged that wanted to be, but if not please don’t take it as a mark against you! Just message and let me know to add you ☺️ enjoy everyone!

-🍰-

Perhaps it was the thought of your sweet face, or maybe it was the flashback of you making him “pinky promise”; or it was some combination of those things and others that was making Corinthian feel bad about the dead person in front of him. He stared back at the hollow eye sockets with a grimace, holding the cooling body close to himself and brushing its dark hair away from the trickling blood. What was he going to do?

Of course he had no intention of actually stopping his illicit activities, those were a part of his life’s rich tapestry. Naturally he said what he could so that you would give him a chance, but now he was genuinely beginning to feel like he should at least dial back. He tilted his head at the corpse and arched his back, coming to lie back against the soft, thread rich sheets and letting the body slump off of the bed.

“Gonna have to hide that now,” he said to himself, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Never had to do that before…”

His naked thighs tangled in a blood stained white throw, burrowing him closer into the warmth of the bed. He could’ve lain there all night, staring up at the ceiling and into the emptiness there, contemplating you. There was a softness that grew inside his chest as he thought of you. A need that tingled through him as the blood that remained on his bare skin seemed to scratch at him.

He needed to wash off his sins.

The bed was slicked with crimson, evidence of his failed promise. He glanced at the glasses on the bedside table and stared back at himself in the reflection, considering his toothy eyes and solemn lips. His cheeks were trickling with blood that looked like tears. Was this what Morpheus envisioned when he was created? He often wondered about that.

Corinthian trailed his thoughts toward the entrapped endless and smiled. thinking of him caged and seething often brought a grin curling to his lips. It had upset him to know just how much you revered Morpheus upon talking to you more. You’d denied yourself the pleasures of the human realm, waiting so loyally in the dreaming, it was unfathomable. Beyond his comprehension. There was so much to gain from life, so many experiences to live.

He intended to make sure that you experienced them all. He wanted to claim it all for himself anew, seeing what the human realm had to offer for a dream. What would you do? How will the world change you? He couldn’t wait to see. It made his heart flutter thinking of all of the possibilities.

All he had to do was hide that poor wretch sprawled on the floor and he could drive back to the city and go meet you at daybreak. A thought that had him sighing into the pillow, moving his hands so that they trailed down past his stomach. He had some time before the darkness would dissolve and until then, well, he intended on having some fun to himself before he had to restrain himself once more.

Not for much longer, he hoped.

-🍰-

“So…How did the date go last night?” Casey probed, coming to sit in front of you on the breakfast bar.

She’d done a fantastic job of cleaning up your mess from the day previous and she’d even packed all your treats away into containers to keep them fresh. Well, those of them that she didn’t eat for compensation, of course. So it meant that you were able to get to baking again that morning, and make some pancakes in further recompense for all the trouble you’d caused.

You surveyed Casey’s wide eyes and knowing smile, and then pushed your little stack of pancakes over to her. You’d tasted them moments before and knew they were bound to impress. They tasted like sunshine on a field of wheat, like the memories of a farmer on a perfect day's harvest. The stuff of dreams. A sliver of your power. That would help to distract her, you thought.

“I’m seeing him again today,” you said dismissively, trying not to pique her interest too much.

She was midway through chewing when she burst into a round of applause, clapping her hands with glee. You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your syrupy coffee, calculating whether she was happier at the news or the pancakes. Definitely the news.

“Well then it must’ve gone well then, right? You gotta tell me all the details, did he like your makeover? What did you guys talk about? Did you kiss?”

You snorted at her last question and turned away from the island and toward the sink, busying yourself with the dishes. Agreeing to rehab Corinthian was one thing, kissing him was entirely another. Though you had no doubt he intended on claiming that and much more, you felt like you were unwilling to give him the satisfaction. You were going to be a guide for him, you thought, not a fuckbuddy. Yes, you had to be level headed, you couldn’t get too taken in on him.

“He was full of compliments for me yesterday actually, thanks for helping me so much,” you finally said, letting the water splash onto the dirty crockery.

“See! I was right,” Casey announced victoriously, mouth full of pancake.

“Mhmm,” you agreed, narrowing your eyes at a difficult spot of batter that clung to the pan you were washing.

“And you haven’t answered my other question either, which makes me think that you’re hiding somethingggg,” she sing songed.

“I’m not hiding anything,” you shrugged, turning around to see her sceptical face. “Honestly! We went to an ice cream place and we just- uh we just talked is all.”

“You went for ice cream and talked? What are you fifty? I thought you were going to that club!”

“Well, we met there, but then he said he wanted to show me someplace cute,” you shrugged again. “I liked it! It meant that we got to talk about things and relate and I guess…I realised that we’re more alike than I first thought.”

You paused for a minute, letting your hands float passively in the warm suds as you thought about your night together again. He had been so much more earnest than you ever would’ve given him credit for. You figured he must’ve been thinking about his nature for a long time, must’ve become so lonely wandering by himself.

While you didn’t think he was a completely innocent tragic soul, you couldn’t help but identify with his search for a purpose beyond the dreaming. Now that you were just as equally stuck on earth, you had no idea what you were supposed to do with yourself either. Sure, living with Casey in her inherited apartment and baking treats for her all day was a nice way to live, but it wouldn’t last forever.

One day Casey’s eyes would dim and she’d draw her last breath and when that day came you’d look just the same as you always had. You watched her then, as she dug into your pancakes with her warm smile and rosy skin, looking vibrant with life and possibility as she enjoyed her breakfast. You didn’t want to watch her slowly die and you couldn’t let her grow suspicious with time.

You had to leave, would be forced to find another purpose beyond live-in cook and housemate. If you could help the Corinthian stop his murder spree and become more of an honest man, then at least you coud attempt to find a reason for your own existence in the process. You owed it to dream to make something of yourself, to do something he’d be proud of.

“Ugh these are so good, I love it when you- hey! I told you, you have to stop watching me eat like that!” Casey shrieked, opening her eyes to your staring.

You giggled as she tossed a tea towel in your direction and watched as it drifted way over to your right, harmlessly dropping to the ground after blowing a gentle gust toward you. She was a terrible shot. You rolled your eyes and picked it up, placing it out of harms way lest she try and throw it at you again.

“I just like that you enjoy my food so much, it shouldn’t be a crime to see your reaction,” you laughed, covering up your thoughts from moments ago.

“There’s seeing a reaction and then there’s whatever you do,” she groaned, waving her hand at you dramatically.

“Well, I’m so sorry, I’ll try to do less of it,” you smirked, holding your hands up.

She glared at you playfully, and you took a mental note to try to stop with the staring. You still weren’t used to being perceived, still had the mentality of a dream. People never found it strange when you watched them eat in a dream, but apparently in the human world it was incredibly rude. There was so much etiquette you had yet to learn, so much you had to discover about being a person on planet earth.

“Well while we’re being intrusive,” Casey said suddenly, smiling wide with whatever idea she’d just cooked up. “Why don’t we look up your new loverboy.”

You groaned and turned away again, hoping you could go back to the dishes and off the subject of your supposed love life. If you had to lie about dating Corinthian anymore, you’d have steam coming out of your ears. Afterall, she’s already covered kissing, soon she’d be asking if you wanted to do…other things with him. Oh gods, no. You were very much unprepared for that conversation.

“C’mon! What’s his name again? Let me see a pic,” she grinned.

“It’s uh-” you panicked, freezing as your hand fumbled with a sudsy mug, “Cory.”

“Cory what?” she asked, fingers already firing over her phone keyboard.

“Cory Knight,” you lied, struggling to think of little better than Corinthian the nightmare. “Although, it doesn’t matter. He’s like me he doesn’t do facebook and instagram and all that.”

“Oh for- What the hell is it with you cave people! How have you managed to find the one other person in this city that isn’t on socials?”

“Well it’s like you said,” you laughed, “We’re both ancient people that go to ice cream parlours and eat desserts that don’t mess with our dentures.”

She groaned behind you and seemed to busy herself with attempting to find anything on a Cory Knight, but as she grew quiet you assumed that she musn’t have found anything. You settled back on your task of finishing with the dishes and smiled a satisfied grin when finally the kitchen was clean again, save for the plate that Casey was absentmindedly tapping with her fork. It filled the tiny room with metallic noise.

Just as you were about to ask for the plate, the drumming stopped and the room grew silent. You tilted your head and watched as Casey looked up at you with a frown, breaking her gaze off of her phone. She bit her lip and looked back it again, then put it down still face up and glowing.

“What is it?” You asked, looking into her haunted eyes with concern.

“That guy I was talking to the other night - not the asshole one- the one that was funny… he’s missing. Look, his family put out this big appeal about it! It’s all over my feed.”

It was your turn to frown now, you felt your brows furrow and stalked over to the phone, scrutinising the picture of the blonde, lanky man. Upon seeing the picture your mind filled with the image of Casey and him laughing together and was then overshadowed by the image of dark shades and a familiar gleeful smile. He promised…

What was it that Corinthian had said again? It was his business to know a lot about handsome men. Had he been tempted by that man, had he kept him in mind and gone after him after making that promise to you? You clenched your fists and tried to contain your rage, hoping like hell that you were wrong.

It was a hell of a coincidence that that man should go missing only a few days after Corinthian had laid eyes on him. For his sake, and for the humans you tried to tell yourself, you hoped that he had nothing to do with it. Otherwise you were going to make him very sorry about breaking his no killing rule.

-🍰-

“Well hey sugar, I was worried you weren’t gonna-”

“Save it,” you growled, already breaking your promise to yourself that you weren’t going to arrive on the warpath.

“Woah! What’s got you so riled up?”

You stared down at the Corinthian and watched as he tensed up in the worn leather chair he’d been lounging in moments earlier, and you couldn’t stop yourself from glaring. The big coffee shop you’d agreed to meet in was busy, the coffee machine was whirring and screeching and people were all busy enveloped in their own conversations and creating a din. The conditions were too perfect not to create your own little scene and force a confession if you had to.

“What’s got me so riled up? Have you seen the news today?”

“The news? No, why do you ask?” he asked innocently, bringing his arms down to rest on the chair.

He was wearing a tan jacket today and a black tshirt, looking as pressed and prim as ever. Only one thing was different, his hair was more relaxed, a few stray locks were sweeping over his forehead and looking playfully ruffled. Had he been toying with his hair in your lateness? Why? Guilt?

“Does this look familiar to you?” You asked, brandishing the screenshot of the article you’d printed from your detour to the library right in his face.

Corinthian’s hands shot up to the straying piece of paper and snatched it from your grasp, bringing it to a more viewable level. He pondered over it for a few moments and tilted his head, all the while you watched for any sign of recognition. You waited for a twitch, a tiny gesture that would give him away. Though instead of gaining any insight you were sat there just as in the dark as ever, watching a frown grow on his face.

“Hmm…wasn’t the that the guy your little friend was into? The one that you were jealous of?” he said finally, looking back up to your pouty face.

“I was not jealous!” you whined, losing sight of your goal for a moment. “But yes, that’s him. Why is he missing?”

“Well, how should I know?” he asked, shaking his head at you.

“As you so eloquently put it the other night, you’re the one in the business of liking handsome men, and I happen to think that it’s a bit strange you were admiring him the other night and now he’s gone,” you hissed.

“Wait…you’re accusing me of this?” he grunted, tossing the paper onto the table before you. “I told you the other night, I’m done with all that! And besides, even if I were lying, why would I go after someone in the same city I intend to stay in?”

“Really? Are you done with it though? I just think it’s a little too much of a coincidence to ignore, Corinthian.”

He tilted his head again when you said his name and after watching you for a few measured seconds, he muttered something under his breath and brought his hand up to his mouth. He sat there looking pensive for a few seconds, giving you time to register your erratic heartbeat, and then he grabbed the paper again. He read over it a few times more.

“I didn’t do this,” he said finally, his jaw ticking. “What would I have to gain from it?”

“What have you ever had to gain from killing?” you shot back.

He paused for a few seconds as if in thought and then sighed. As much as you hated to doubt yourself, it was sounding more and more as if he genuinely hadn’t had anything to do with it. The way he looked so lost in thought told you that he seemed to be genuinely considering what could have happened, it wasn’t very like him. Lost for words wasn’t his style.

“Sugar, can you sit down and hear me out for a second? I know it looks bad, and I suppose you have a right to suspect me, but honestly I didn’t do this.”

You bit your lip and let your heartbeat rage on, you felt your blood pumping fast through your body and your skin heating unbearably. There was so much adrenaline coursing through you, a seat might not even cut it, you thought. You needed an island retreat.

You took the chair across from him reluctantly, but sighed as you made contact with the springy old cushion, finally getting to rest for a moment. The smell of coffee finally drifted into your nose and soon you were feeling a craving itching in your stomach, the familiar ache for more sugar and sweetness to calm your frayed nerves.

“Stay there and I’ll get you something to drink, please just…wait. Don’t abandon me now, ok? Not before you hear me out,” Corinthian said, his voice straining as he got up.

You nodded at him, still frowning his way but now more full of doubt. Could it be that he was that amazing at acting, or was he really as innocent as he made out?

You watched as his coat swayed behind him and he made his way over to the baristas, his face transforming into his usual easy smile as if he weren’t just trying to clear his name of murder a second before. It only made you more doubtful as you watched his display, watched him chuckling and pulling out his wallet, even tipping the worker before wandering over to the end of the bar while he waited for his order.

Before long he was back and there was a steaming white drink in front of you, topped with plenty of whip cream and accompanied by a few chunks of thick marshmallow. For a second you forgot entirely what you were even there to confront him about. For a blissful moment, you were on your supposed second date and being wooed with a near sickly sugary drink and fluffy treats.

Though, the bliss passed after a few seconds. There was no forgetting the picture of the smiling man on the table, no matter how much the drinks tray obscured it.

“Do you think buying me nice things will distract me, nightmare?” You asked, folding your arms as he retook his seat in front of you.

“C’mon, please don’t call me that again, sugar,” he crooned, pushing your drink toward you. “I genuinely didn’t do it. I thought we made a pact? You were supposed to start being nice to me.”

“How can I be nice to you, when someone you were checking out might be dead?” you whispered, voice crackling as you grew less sure of yourself.

“Well he might be dead sure, but maybe he’s just passed out somewhere after a wild night out. The article says missing, sugar, not dead,” he reasoned, his voice sounding heavy. “You at least know enough about me to know it doesn’t take long to find my kills. The news wouldn’t say missing otherwise.

He sounded sadder the longer he spoke, there was a strain in his throat, he didn’t sound his usual sly self. You continued to eye him for a few moments and finally, after giving him enough thought you broke and released a big breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding.

Corinthian made a good point, the guy was just missing and he hadn’t even been missing for that long. It could very well be that his family were just overreacting, you didn’t know otherwise.

Though, as soon as the realisation dawned on you, your body flooded with guilt and you felt like you wanted to sink into the old leather chair and never come out. It turns out you’d been the one to break the pact, you had tried to take his chance away at the first opportunity and you’d almost jeopardised his effort to stop killing. He could’ve been lost and it’d have been all your fault.

“Gods, I’m so sorry,” you whimpered, feeling your voice shake. “I- I shouldn’t have done this, I shouldn’t have accused you like that.”

“Oh, sweetness, I understand why you thought what you did. Someone with a history like mine can’t be too precious,” he smiled, finally taking up his drink and sipping gently. “Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“Well…thanks for being so understanding,” you mumbled, finally focusing back onto the drink he’d bought you. “W-What did you get me?”

“Of course, sugar,” he said in that signature way that made sure he was winking. “I got you a white hot chocolate with vanilla marshmallows. The human over there recommended it.”

Your mouth watered just at the thought of drinking it. It sounded as amazing as it looked. He really did know you well, and it was starting to become more rewarding than eerie.

Without anymore hesitation, you brought it to your lips and took a greedy gulp, smearing thick cream over your lips and getting a nice warm mouthful of liquid chocolate. The mess was worth it. It was heavenly, sugar flowed fast and sweetly through you, perking you up and bringing life back to your defeated body. It was a liquid adrenaline shot.

“That looks like it’s good,” Corinthian chuckled, breaking you from your reverie.

All of a sudden you began to sympathise with Casey as you realised you were being watched. The Corinthian’s lenses peeked out from over his cup, ever the hunter in the longrass, he grinned widely. While your pleasure in watching people eat was knowing your work was good, you knew Corinthian’s pleasure was in knowing your joy came from him. He loved to see what he could do to you, even if it was just buying you a drink.

“It’s amazing, thanks for getting it for me,” you finally said, cupping the warm glass in your hands. “What did you get?”

“Black coffee,” he grinned, mirroring you. “I got enough sweet stuff right here to last me the whole day.”

-🍰-

“I can’t believe you ordered more of those.”

You giggled as you popped another marshmallow in your mouth and felt it melt into a gooey mess on your tongue. You were an official addict. You’d ordered a whole take away box full of them and practically skipped out the coffee shop with how high you were on the fluffy sugary treats. This was for sure going to be your new thing.

“They’re so good,” you smiled, looking back toward the Corinthian as he followed you out. “You should try one.”

He wrinkled his nose, face looking full of disgust. It was the first time you’d seen him look so repelled at the idea of something.

“I’m not one for marshmallows,” he sniffed. “Too sweet.”

“Too sweet? Something’s too sweet for you?” you grinned coyly, coming to walk by his side. “Here you are with all this talk of sugar and sweetness and you’re not even a real fan.”

“I can think of better things,” he says with a smirk.

You sigh at him and fall into a steady silence, walking along in any direction that he takes you. It’s a nice warm day and the sun is shining intensely, occasionally hiding behind a stray cloud here and there. Corinthian looks at home as he wanders leisurely in the sunlight and for once, you realise with a smirk, there’s a secondary use to those glasses of his.

Eventually you wander through the gates to a small park and find yourself being taken along a winding path and up to a hill, where he comes to a stop under an ageing old tree. It sags outwards and sprawls high into the sky, casting a little shade onto the bright green grass below. It’s a perfect spot to pause for a moment and get some respite from the heat.

“Would you like to sit for a bit?” he asks.

“Sure! I could use a little shade.”

He smiles obligingly and takes off his jacket, laying it out onto the darkened patch and gestures for you to sit down. The way he looks at you so expectantly makes your cheeks heat. He was being a gentleman. And - it was making you giddy for some reason? You caught yourself before you could make a face and sat down, quickly feeling his warmth next to you as he joined.

He never did feel as cold as he did when you’d first met him. You noted that as his shoulder brushed against you and the smooth flesh of his arm grazed against yours. There was something about it that made your stomach get all fluttery, like there was something dancing around in your body waiting to be released.

“I think this is one of the best parts of being down here, you know that?” The Corinthian says, leaning back on his arms and looking up toward the sky.

“What? Being here with me?” you asked, already starting to come up with retorts for any more of his flirty lines.

“Well, I’m certainly enjoying my time more now that you’ve stopped insulting me, but actually I was talking about being in the sun,” he sighed.

You laughed a little at yourself and peeked out toward him, watching as he continued to sunbathe. Whether he could see you watching him or not you had no idea, but you couldn’t resist looking at the way the light hit his face. It hit his cheeks softly and sloped off of his rounded nose, accentuating the kindness of his features.

It made you double take, had you blinking as you thought about it more. You’d spent so long filled with animosity for him, full of fear, but now you were starting to realise that there truly was more to him than the nightmare people spoke of. There was something gentle in him that you were sure that you could coax out more, if given the time.

It made you smile. He was so golden in this light, he shone. His hair, his face, even the lenses of his glasses didn’t look so threatening anymore. In fact…if you were really pressured you might even admit that the tiniest part of you was attracted to him.

“Do you sunbathe a lot?” you asked, trying to distract yourself from gazing at him.

“You sound surprised,” he snorted, turning to you again.

“Well it’s not the first hobby of yours I’d have guessed, but I suppose I do enjoy it too,” you smiled, lying back into his jacket until you were sprawled onto the grass.

You settled into the beige fabric and breathed in the sharp scent of patchouli and sage and fresh air. Corinthian really was like nothing you could’ve imagined. Everyone spun such fearful stories of him and made him out to be some horrible monster. All the while, he smelt like summer, and sounded smooth as a cocktail, dressing as elegantly as any gentleman from a fairytale.

“Do you think people often have nightmares about pretty days full of sunshine, sugar?”

Corinthians voice sounded serious all of a sudden, almost losing its smooth edge. It was enough to make you look back at him again and catch the grimace on his face.

“I guess not…” you trailed.

“Exactly, it's all darkness and crashing storms and creepy buildings. I can’t tell you what it feels like to break free of all that and feel the sun on your face for once,” he sighed, turning around fully so that he could hang over you, his face inches from yours. “I’ve seen things that no terrified human could’ve possibly shown me, that Morpheus would never have allowed for me. And, while I admit I’m not averse to shadow and horror because that’s what I was made for, it’s nice to be able to feel something other than the need to feed on fear. The only reason I have any beauty in my life is because I’ve willed it and that is something that I hold onto every time I think of the dreaming.”

Your breath caught as he spoke and you felt your throat constrict as you thought about what it must be like to be a nightmare. You just assumed they loved the darkness, just like you loved the light. It had never occurred to you that maybe they strived for more as well. You hadn’t thought that they could have wayward wants and fears just like you did, those wants that were against Morpheus’ own intentions for you all

“I never thought of the dreaming like that before, I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

You reached up and brushed Corinthian’s cheek, watching as he leaned into your touch. His grimace slowly faded and was replaced with his signature smile, his arms repositioned and came either side of you, boxing you in. Something told you that you should be nervous, but you weren’t worked up to that yet. You just stayed like that, caged below him and cradling his face.

“It’s alright sugar,” he crowed, tilting his head ever so slightly. “Speaking of beautiful things…would you let me kiss you?”

“Huh?”

You blinked a couple times, staring up at him in disbelief. Did he really just ask you that? Your heart beat rapidly and your body felt stiff. Every kind of inadequacy you had rose to the surface and made you feel like you were going to crumble like a biscuit. How were you supposed to do that? you’d never kissed before. What were you supposed to do? Were you supposed to do something with your lips? What about your hands, what were you supposed to do with your hands?!

“Hey, easy there, sugar. Just a little kiss, hm? I wanna see if you still taste like marshmallow,” he hummed.

You whimpered and stared up at him, searching his face for any sign of mocking, but he was serious. He wanted to kiss you, wanted to taste you. That fact alone made your legs feel weak, like you couldn’t even push yourself away if you wanted to, and gods that was the last thing that you wanted to do.

You wanted this. You actually wanted The Corinthian’s kiss. The you of only hours before would be rolling in her grave.

“I-I-ah, yes,” you finally said, stumbling on your words.

Corinthian snickered and lowered himself, brushing his lips against your cheek, chastely pecking you and setting your skin off in a blaze of fire. You could combust just from that if you were being honest with yourself. You gasped down a breath and closed your eyes as he moved to your lips and all of a sudden you felt his warmth on you, felt his arms hold your body in his tight grasp and his lips came down onto yours with a growing need.

You moaned against him quietly at first and then louder when his tongue brushed your lip and had you accepting him deeper into your mouth. You fastened your arms around him back and held him closer to you, forgot where and who you both were and clung onto him, feeling his body mould to yours while the sun continued to shine its golden radiance onto you both.

A few moments later, he broke the kiss, sighing deeply as he watched your face and saw your lashes flutter open like startled butterflies. Your hammering heart would surely scare away anything so small and frail.

That was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Unlike anything you’d ever tasted. You could feel a glow spreading through your body, could feel yourself burning for more.

More of The Corinthian.

“Oh, sugar,” he murmured, brushing his hand over your face. “You taste just as sweet as I thought you would.”

“Mhmm? You like the taste of marshmallows now?” you teased, feeling your head vibrate with an unfamiliar fuzziness.

“I like the taste of you,” he sighed, pressing a kiss onto your neck. “And one day, I hope you’ll let me taste more.”

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spookyspecterino · 1 month

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hey, I love your writing so much!!! pls can we have a fic of the moment sam realises he is in love with the captain 🥺 I imagine he’d probs suppress his feelings in the beginning out of concern for cora but has a moment where he realises & wants to say something but doesn’t know how 😭

I know this ask is a few months old and I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to get here. My motivation has been rock bottom these last few months lately.

I did the ol "5 times this man thinks he's in love with you and the first time he tells you" kinda deal. Hope you like it <3

GN!Dusty/Captain x Sam Coe | No warnings, it's all fluff

The first time Sam thought he might be in love with his Captain was when he saw them picking up books from a dusty library in an abandoned facility. The old things were practically falling out of your arms, scattering across the floor, and undoubtedly slowing you down.

He picks up the books you’ve dropped, following behind you as you try and make room in your outfit.

“What’re these for?” He asks, holding them patiently as you stuff a book (or two) into your belt.

“If I told you, you’d think I’m a softie.”

“Oh no…” Sam laughs. “You’re spoiling her.”

Your smile isn’t as well hidden as you think. “I’m aiding her education.”

“She’s already taking college level classes.” He hands you another book and watches as you shove it down your shirt.

“It’s either this or giving her money. And no, I won’t take neither as an option.”

“Didn’t think you would.”

He opens his mouth to say more, maybe to scold you for trying to break your back. But something in your eyes stops him, it’s a certain glitter and that little quirk of a smile. It’s enough to drive him crazy and instead of allowing himself to smile he looks away.

“Ok, I’m good.” You slowly stand up straight, swaying a little and trying to balance the added weight. “Let’s get out of here.”

His rough sounding retort is perhaps a shield for himself. A carefully constructed wall. “Just don’t make me carry you out of here if you end up breaking an ankle.”

Your laugh makes it all the harder. “Oh, yee of little faith.” A pause, maybe a heartbeat in length. “You wouldn’t heroically carry your captain out of here?”

He still won’t look at you. “With all those books? I’d break my back.”

“Don’t lie, you’d do it.”

He shakes his head, turning himself around to check behind. The facility was empty, completely cleared, he was doing it so you didn’t see his grin.

- - -

The second time Sam thought he might be in love with his Captain was when he slammed his fist down on the comms console, ending a fight with Lillian. He leans over the flashing board, closing his eyes to shut it all out. To try and regain some notion of control.

Another button lights up—it’s Lillian, calling back to have the final word. As she usually does. He can’t do this anymore and he doesn’t know how to say it. He’s about to press that button, about to let her have the final word just so he can get some goddamn rest, when a hand on his shoulder stops him.

“Hey.”

It’s you. Amazing, wonderful, infuriating you. Always here when he needs you the most and always here to complicate his feelings more.

“She just…” He spits out, finger resting on the button. A little push would open the comms with Lillian again.

“Yeah, I know.” You wrap your arm around his shoulder. Not quite a hug, but still supportive. “Want me to talk to her?”

To your absolute credit it makes him chuckle, albeit a little dryly. “What would you say?”

“Roadkill Cafe. You kill it, we grill it!”

He removes his finger from the button, turning to look at you from over his shoulder. “What?”

“Mhm. Oh, my other favorite one is ‘Mule Barn. Head ass speaking!’ Just to really throw her off.”

It’s so absurd he genuinely laughs. “I’m almost tempted to let you, just to see what she would say.”

“She’d probably hang up.” You lean against him—god you’re warm. “Problem solved.”

Rubbing a hand over his face he can’t help but smile. “Don’t teach Cora any of those or that’s all she’ll ever answer with.”

“Well…”

“Don’t.” He playfully pushes into you. Your other hand wraps around him, it’s officially a hug now.

“Ok, I won’t. Scout’s honor.”

Seconds pass in silence. Sam stands in your embrace, not wanting to leave but also feeling his carefully constructed walls beginning to crumble.

“I’m gonna—” He starts, but you’re also speaking.

“Why don’t—”

Something hangs in the air, something unspoken.

Removing your arms but keeping one hand on his back you step around, flicking a few switches. The comms panel goes dark. The flashing light that is Lillian’s call blinks out with finality.

“I’m gonna take over the watch. Go get some sleep.”

“Alright.”

Sam leaves without another word. He has to, or he might say something ridiculous.

- - -

The third time he wasn’t even aware of it.

“I really do not understand your jokes, Sam.” Andreja grumbles. “Or why the captain is laughing at every single one.”

Sam scratches his beard, trying to control himself. Next to him, you’re doubled over in your chair still laughing. “You have no sense of humor, that’s all.”

“I have humor.”

“She does.” You add in, recovering. “Just when it’s about dead stuff or killing. Dad jokes aren’t her thing.”

Andreja gives Sam a triumphant look.

“Ok, ok.” Sam holds up a hand. “I’ve got another one.”

The way you lean in with a growing smile makes him pause for effect, his own smile matching yours. “Today, my son asked, ‘Can I have a bookmark?’ I burst into tears—11 years old and he still doesn’t know my name is Brian.”

And you’re back to laughing, just like that. Head thrown back and everything. The lodge is full with the sound of you. Sam can’t get enough.

“I do not understand. You do not have a son—” Andreja is looking between you and Sam, who is laughing purely from your reaction.

From the upstairs railing, Barrett leans over. “I’m not impressed, Sam. Real bottom of the barrel stuff.”

“Then why is the captain laughing so hard?” Sam calls back up to the man, motioning to you, who is still wheezing.

Barrett shakes his head. As he walks back to his room, Sam can barely hear him. “You know why.”

- - -

Sam’s walls are carefully constructed for a number of reasons. 1) He was a ranger and that’s how it’s meant to be, you can’t let anyone in and that’s a lesson that’s stuck with him; 2) he has Cora, a little girl who has enough instability in her life. She doesn’t need any more; and 3) once the wall is down it might take years to put it back up, and he just doesn’t have the time or luxury to deal with that.

But goddamn is it hard to keep the bricks together around you.

You have this way of finding a hole, an imperfection, and tunneling straight through. The universe must have sent you to him with a sledgehammer in the back of your pocket.

“Oh, oh! This is my favorite part!”

Sam didn’t even mean to start sharing his music with you. It just came up. And then you both started singing.

He’s full of this euphoria that he only feels when he and Cora do something together. And he hates it, he hates how he can’t control it either, how it bubbles to the surface when you’re around. It fills him with so much fucking joy he can’t stand it.

Every attempt at patching the hole, the little tunnel you’ve made for yourself, is subverted by you finding somewhere else to slip in. Another crack that erodes away just enough for you to fit through. His gruff words, attempts at distance, or even talking about Lillian are all met with the most heartwarming support. It really breaks a man down. Are you even aware of that? Are you aware of what you’re doing to him?

Your voice rises to a pitch that’s too high for you and it crackles with effort. Without even thinking, Sam takes the lower tone, going so deep that his throat burns. You both sound like howling lunatics. But Sam isn’t embarrassed, it feels nice.

Goddamn it—it feels great.

Something in the back of his mind urges him to pull away, to leave, to say something belittling, but he can’t bring himself to do it with the way you’re grinning and acting. Playing out the song like you’re in the band that sings it, with a touch of dramatic flare that has his mind reeling.

Another thought strikes him as he pretends to take the imaginary microphone from you and belt out the lyrics. You cheer him on singing another note that’s way too high and laughing when your voice cracks.

Maybe feeling this way isn’t a bad thing.

- - -

The fifth instance couldn’t come at a more inconvenient time.

“Reload!”

Sam picks up another missile battery and slots it into the back of the literal cannon on your shoulder. “Ready!”

Your finger pulls the trigger and the weapon hums, heating up. It grows louder on the verge of firing, and Sam presses himself against you to avoid any blowback.

The recoil is enough to jolt you both and he holds you steady. Somewhere in the distance, an explosion rocks the Spacer compound.

“Ha! How ya like that, assholes?!”

“Is taunting them the best idea?” He pulls out another battery as you both scramble back behind cover.

“You know I can’t help it, Sam.” You pant, looking absolutely alive.

He laughs, despite the knot in his stomach. “Yeah. Silly question.”

“You want to see something else silly?”

He catches the absolutely insane look in your eye and is shaking his head. “No! No, I really—"

But you’re gone after that, darting out from behind cover and sprinting toward the line of spacers.

That knot in his stomach flips and twists until all of his insides are writhing. Bullets, lasers, and everything the Spacers have are thrown your way and all Sam can do is just watch.

You’re somehow unscathed as you make it to where the Spacers are crouched. Sam is about to join you when he sees movement from rafter above. No less than four grenades are hurled at you. He stands trying to shout, but the explosion cuts him off.

It’s dead silent after. Nothing moves except the debris falling.

The spacers above retreat further into the building. Sam is up as fast as his legs can manage, even stumbling as his feet scramble over one another.

A number of horrible, gut-wrenching images flash behind his eyes as he sprints to where he last saw you. He wasn’t sure what he would find, and if he cared any less for you, he may not have lunged into action so quickly. But he did. He cared a whole hell of a lot.

When he reaches the place he saw you duck down, around some flimsy metal pieces of machinery, he sees the black scorch marks from the blast. He sees the remains of the spacers that were there a few moments ago. And he sees a dead body—for a spilt second Sam thinks this is you, but the suit colors are wrong.

It’s not you.

The body shifts and is moved to the side.

You’re underneath. Miraculously in one piece.

“Do I still have my legs?” You ask, breathless and wide-eyed.

“Yeah…” Sam is trembling, just staring at you.

You notice his strange stare. Uncertainty and a hint of fear colors your voice. “Am I missing anything else?”

“No.”

“Then why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

Because he almost lost you. Because for a few seconds he thought you were dead, and the idea of that was too much for him to imagine.

Because he loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

“I…” He starts, completely overwhelmed.

His world was overturning, a flurry of emotions threatened to give him whiplash. He wanted to hug you, he wanted to yell at you, he wanted to laugh and cry and scream, he wanted to devour you and leave nothing for anyone else.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you give Sam a once-over. “Are you ok?”

“Don’t…” He lets out a trembling breath. “Don’t do that again.”

- - -

It’s a normal day, a particularly boring one too, when he finally tells you.

He finds you sitting at the flight deck, reading. You don’t notice him, so enveloped in your book that the outside world isn’t a concern. You must be reading a particularly intense part; your brow is furrowed and your lips twist in that peculiar way they do when you concentrate. If he said it now, revealed the deepest—most secret—part of himself, would you even notice?

“What’s up, Sam?” You look up at him as you turn a page.

“Didn’t mean to disturb you…” he drawls. It’s a partial lie.

You keep the book open, turning it over and using your knee as a bookmark. “You’re not.” Your smile is reassuring. What’s going on?”

For a moment, he thinks about dropping it. Retreating back to that status quo, something comfortable. Back behind his walls—the walls that were barely there now, riddled with holes and gaps. You’d done your work on him.

“I uh…I needed to get something off my chest.”

You take the book and close it completely, setting it on the console. “Ok, go ahead.”

The carefully crafted list of talking points Sam had circled like angry bees in his head. He was never really a talking points kind of guy, so he threw them all out and decided to wing it instead.

“During the last fight, in the spacer compound, you were a dumbass.”

That wasn’t exactly the best way to phrase it, and he knew that. Strong start, moron.

You only smile patiently at him. “I like your honesty.”

“Well…my point to that is, after traveling with you—fighting by your side—picking up books for Cora, that she doesn’t need…” He struggles, hands moving to try and articulate what he wasn’t capable of. “I’ve come to—to not only respect you, even when you make crazy, dangerous decisions, but…”

He swallows, but finds his throat is completely dry. “I—you…” He groans, and every coherent thought flies from his mind. “You make me crazy, in the best way. I never know what’s coming next and I love that. You care for Cora, when that’s not your responsibility—you help me through all the shit with Lillian, when it’s not your problem.” He spreads his arms out. “And when you throw yourself into danger like that, I feel like I’m on the verge of losing everything.”

Your face is soft. Vulnerable. Maybe he’s gotten through to you, but he needs to say it. He won’t rest until he says it.

“You are my everything.”

Why can’t he come out and say it?

“Sam Coe.” You stand from your chair. “Are you in love with me?”

“Yes.” His answer comes out in a great whoosh of breath. This weight that’s been pressing on his chest for months is gone. He can breathe. And suddenly he can say it.

“I’m in love with you. I’ve been trying to hide it, rationalize it away, or just ignore it, but I can’t. Not anymore, not if you’re going to keep throwing yourself into grenades.”

“I won’t do that anymore.”

“You swear? Because I am too old to go through that again, next time it might kill me.”

“I swear.” You move closer to him. “When did you fall in love with me?”

Sam chuckles, scratching his neck. At this point he doesn’t register you haven’t said anything about your own feelings back to him. “When you were trying to break your back carrying all those books for Cora.”

“That feels like a lifetime ago.”

“Yeah.” He shifts his weight. “I don’t want to cause any kind of a rift between us—I really just needed to tell you how I felt.”

“I’m glad you did.” You pause, looking down at your hands. “Because this creates a pretty big conflict of interest.”

“What?”

“Well, you see, I was actually going to ask Lillian out—”

“Please tell me you’re fucking joking.”

“—and adopt Cora—”

“You’re playing a joke on me. I know you are; I can see you starting to smile.”

“—we’d all move in with Jacob—”

“For Christ sakes, you’re laughing, give it up.”

“—one big, happy—” You bust out in laughter, almost doubling over as Sam shakes his head.

He’s trying not to laugh as he turns to leave. You grab his coat sleeve. “Wait, wait. I’m sorry, you just—your face was—"

“I tell you I love you and you make that joke?” He looks down at you, holding your arms and bringing you closer to him. “Unbelievable.”

“Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t help it.” You lean your head into his chest. Your voice is muffled. “I love you too.”

“What was that?”

“I love you too.”

He leans his head down. With your face still in his chest you can’t see his shit eating grin. “Didn’t catch that. One more time?”

You look up, gritting your teeth and trying not to yell. “I. Love. You. Too."

Your faces are very close together now, a hair’s width apart. Sam is still grinning. He opens his mouth slowly.

“Sam.” You warn. “I’ll never say it again.”

“I’m going to call you on that bluff.”

You caress the side of his face before giving it a light tap. “Funny.”

“You love my jokes.”

The noise you make as you pass him is less than satisfactory. It has him trailing after you further into the ship.

“What does that mean?”

“You know what it means.”

He trails you all the way to your quarters and through the door as you invite him in.

#sam coe #sam coe x reader #starfield #GN Reader

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desceros · 6 months

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is Leo a ass or boobs guy (very important question)

you come to the holy house of the hand kink and ask me this question

i think it depends, and i can see it either way, but i'm going to make the following arguments for some good ol' shits n' giggles, with a lil' bit of spice so heads up if that's not your cuppa:

rise!leo: boobs

i can see this clown having the TIME of his LIFE coming up and just grabbing your tits because he knows he's allowed. and like, everyone around him is all bro. we get it. y'all are fuckin now. and he's like. yeah. ok. but do you see that i'm allowed to do this

(briefly you rescind permission bc he's so annoying about it, but he goes into the most dramatic pouting session in the world, draping himself over the couch, so you reinstate tit-grabbing privileges shortly thereafter)

he also really loves lying on top of you and just burying his face in your chest. they're so soft. his favorite pillow. and when you're on the couch watching something, he lies to lie down with your back against his plastron, his hands just holding your tits. not even in a sexy way, just in a 'i love this part of you' kind of way. (though often times it turns into a sexy way bc he remembers oh, yeah, tits, and then gets way too feisty for the living room)

bayverse!leo: ass

it's something he learns about himself on accident, coming over to your apartment while you're cleaning on a laundry day. you've been putting it off, so you're down to the tiniest shorts that you never wear bc they're a little, uh, cheeky for public viewing. he comes on through to your balcony all ninja-like, then proceeds to walk straight into the glass door bc you're on your hands and knees fishing the dust bunnies from under the couch and he goes dizzy from the sight of your ass in the air so fast he thinks he might be dying.

(genuinely, as he explains to donnie later what happened and then has to sit there, burning, wishing he was dying, as donnie laughs for like, ten whole minutes.)

he likes to come and stand next to you, putting his hand on your back while you're talking, and then sloooooowly sliding his hand into your back pocket on your opposite hip, using it to press you close. the little hitch in your breath, like it takes you by surprise every time no matter how many times he does it, drives him insane.

he's also a huge fan of how it looks when you're naked and he grabs it, watching how his fingers sink into your flesh and your skin just gives for him, because there's not a piece of you that he can't have.

IDW!leo: hands actually the nape ok fine boobs

i was tempted to say ass, because then he could stare without you knowing and get away with it, but i kind of think he'd find that almost disrespectful, like... giving you the opportunity to be able to catch him is the price he needs to pay to stare. plus i think he really, really, really likes seeing you smile, and that plus the sight of you in a low-cut shirt might actually kill him.

he's very soft with his touches, in a way that you misunderstood in the beginning to think he was shy, or tentative. but it's not that at all; it's more that he likes to watch the goosebumps rise on your skin when he just barely touches you, likes to see how much he can make you react from as little as possible. he likes to test you, push the both of you, see how much it takes to drive himself mad, see how little you need before you're begging for it

(what? idw leo likes edging? yes and you can't change my mind)

he likes it when you wear really thin shirts so he can see the outline of you, his fingers tracing along the strap of your bra in a little promise of what he's going to tell you to do when you're alone, later, once raph's out with casey for the night, mikey's off to get pizza from rupert's, donnie's got his hands in the security system, and his dad is watching his soaps and won't be able to catch the wet sounds of his son's tongue on your skin.

#ask tag #tmnt #bayverse #rise #idw #fragment tag #leonardo/reader

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necronatural · 5 months

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when you eventually look at the new 000 gregor ID i would love to know how he slots into the rest of the clockroach dynamic, if he even slots in at all

I didnt get him after 58 pulls but his voicelines are up on the wiki so what can you do.

- I think Dante actually has a problem with this one. TH!Gregor is like oh ho hum about it since they work together fine but when he finds out Dante is not only workplace romancing The Gregiverse but one of the Gregs they are okay with is a serial killer cannibal he's like Hold On.... Hey?

-He goes out of his way to be powerful and alluring and charming and suave and all that and Dante just goes .... :/ at him. He is like oh so you don't want me Confident. And Happy. And has it pointed out with him that the most confident and happy Gregor (Zwei) has Dante absolutely sauced but that only makes him more mad

-Twinhooks Gregor has enjoyed the absolute highest level of protection from all conflict through Hook and the Middle and has depended on that coddling for a while so he doesn't actually have conflict resolution skills & he's a little threatened by his burgeoning need to beg for it

-All Twinhook Gregor does is steal cheat and lie and so he opts to pretend to NOT be strong and independent (WHICH HE IS) since Dante wants to be the boss. Begging is ok if its fake. Dante breaks, just as planned, but tragically Gregor surrounds himself with underlings and guardians because he craves coddling and thus being dommed Awakens things within him.

-Most whipped Gregor next to G-Corp. Smug about it though like "ohh sorry but I got people who won't allow me to die 😏". Really lays it on thick schmoozing with Dante, overtly romantic, competitive with Outis for brown-nosing and wants to be The Favourite

-New, unique dynamic of We Have To Kill Them

-Dante acts pretty neutrally with him in public which really distills the comedy I think. This too is a form of domination

-Semi-related he's pretty vocally annoyed they have a Colour Fixer who just hangs out and makes sure Dante's head doesn't need to explode and does nothing else. What is the point of a powerful person being around if it isn't in service of anything <- his existential worldview at this point <- He gets along with the Middle exceptionally well as you might imagine

There is very little room for Dante within the world of U Corp IDs... Here is my most beautiful worlds

-Dante is trying to pay off a guest and has the baffling ability to make money that has delayed the process by months and the hostage is like. Genuinely just a guest at this point because it's taken as a given that Dante will be able to meet the next threshold Somehow. The dynamic has stretched out long enough that basically everyone views it as paying rent to live on the port. Everyone knows Gregor is smitten but he won't admit it he just Hovers. Meaningfully. Looking so Dashing. One time he says he'll forgive the debt if Dante joins the pirates and Dante goes Uhm. No. And it gets under his skin so bad he can't work up the guts to ask them out to casual platonic dinner

-Dante is a whaler and notoriously helps tourists navigate the port streets without getting hostage kidnapped and gives paypigs jobs on their boat once they run out of cash. This is actually a small profit cycle so Hook has never minded it. Gregor starts allowing the paypigs to meet with the guests more often as an excuse to make Dante hang out with him and Talk Shop (putting them in charge of more boats with more people who can't afford to save their guests so Dante will have to spend more time with him). Dante isn't comfortable with being friendly with the Twinhook Pirates so doesn't let it escelate. Again, Gregor has to separate his status from his relationships and beg for it. It drives him crazy that Dante doesn't take advantage of this. Getting them to stop neutrally dismissing his overtures feels like he earned fucking deliverance

#pers #clockroach #limbus company #worked hard everyone.#zwei reigns supreme as 'the only gregor who doesn't sub for them' he's so brave

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(name) was hard working, constantly on top of his shit and gave his all.

That's why it hurt a bit to quit his job as an assistant.

Why did he do that?

Because his boss caught wind that he started dating the bonten men a week and a half ago and tried using the poor assistant to get buddy buddy with them and trying to make demands from poor (name) like he had any control on what those men did.

He couldn't control their actions and he knew his boss was far to intimidated to actually say it to them himself so tried to use (name) as a way to voice his opinions.

"C'mon (name)! Please reconsider!" Mr. Ito practically begged his one connection to the up and ups of the underground and gripped (name)s wrist tightly to try and make him not leave.

"Let me go Mr.Ito, I am sorry but I am leaving" (name) said prying himself free and hastily leaving the office, hearing the older man say something about regretting it as he rubbed his bruising wrist "gotta get some ice for this.." (name) tisked as he got to his car, driving in silence as he thought over his next move. He had offers from other companies for various positions and some far better paying than what Mr. Ito gave so he wasn't to worried.

The bruise became a light purple by time he got home, not paying much attention to it as he began making dinner for his boyfriend's as when he found out their appalling eating habits they somehow started a tradition of dinners together at least twice a week depending on schedules.

Though his would be open for a bit.

Crap, what was he going to tell them?

He couldn't exactly lie but he didn't want to tell them that he quit because of them inderectly interfering--- it wasn't like it was their fault after all! It was Mr. Ito acting like he had control over his relationship and (name) had to leave because it was becoming a toxic work environment.

He was so caught up aggressively chopping vegetables for dinner, thoughts flooding that he didn't hear the door unlock as his boyfriend's entered his apartment.

He gave them keys so they would stop picking the god damn lock.

"Smells good bab---what happened to your wrist?" Rans voice grew cold as he gently took the knife from (name)s hand to inspect the bruised wrist and catching the others attention in the process and (name) watched their faces all shift to something cold and indescribable, causing a shiver to run down his back.

"Ah-- it's nothing serious"

"If it's nothing serious, why can't you tell us?" Koko asked with a slight head tilt, if his eyes weren't dead looking he would have looked pretty cute.

Not the time though.

(Name) sighed and explained the events that transpired and context, the men slowly brimming with anger.

Usually it was people trying to schmooze them for power but now people were trying that with (name)? Unacceptable.

They did feel a little fuzzy at the fact that he didn't try and use them for clout though, not like former partners the men have had individually.

(Name) saw them as people, not influence.

Though they wouldn't mind doing it for him--

The men shared glances with one another, they were gonna handle this later.

The men loved spoiling (name), his reactions were always so genuine and kind if not a bit flustered, and tonight was no exception as they bought him a designer suit and luxury colonges and various accessories "what's this?" (Name) asked with a head tilt, another thing they grew obsessed with as that he never expected anything from them and was genuinely excited when they chose to spend their spare time with him.

"Can't we spoil our baby?" Ran said oh so smoothly as he walked behind him, gently kissing his neck and smirking at the slight jolt he received in return "i guess..." (Name) mumbled with a blush, causing the men to chuckle at his reactions.

"We were wondering if you could wear this to the gala..." Kakucho said with a lopsided smirk, watching (name) fidget with rans fingers gently before nodding "you guys didn't have to..."

"We wanted to though"

"Ok..."

(Name) had just finished getting ready, looking like a million bucks when someone knocked on his door.

Takeomi smirked at him when he opened the door "and here I thought you couldn't get hotter..."

"Shut up..." (Name) mumbled as he allowed the other to lead him to the car, hand on the small of his back as he was seated between Mikey and Takeomi in the car "remember baby, stick to us and enjoy yourself... and never wander off by yourself" Mikey said seriously, gently holding (name)s face in his hand and once (name) nodded he pulled him into a soft and deep kiss "good boy" his voice was even as he managed to leave (name) breathless and calming his nerves.

(Name) has been to these events before though as a nameless assistant sticking behind his employer...now he was coming as an actual guest with the most affluent men in Japan and he didn't want to embarrass them.

The men couldn't keep their eyes off him through the cat ride, sly comments and teasing touches and before they knew it they were at their destination.

It was weird having eyes on him like this but decided it was best to just keep quiet and hold onto one of his boyfriends arms as they spoke about business and trade, he did enjoy not having to keep mental notes of everything though.

Eventually he was looking at art with Koko who watched (name) carefully, enjoying the sight of him enjoying himself.

"(Name)?" Mr Ito's voice took him out of his trance as he looked over to the man who tried to look surprised "oh hello Mr. Ito" (name) was slightly uncomfortable and Koko definitely didn't forget the bruise the man left on (name)s skin and protectively put a hand on his waist when Mr Ito tried to take a step closer.

"Have you recieved my emails?" Mr. Ito said as if he was still his boss and (name) raised an eyebrow "no? I am not employed to you so I see no reason to"

"That was just a misunderstanding!"

"It really wasn't, I quit and you assaulted me"

(Name) didn't allow room for argument, watching his former employers face get more red at his lack of compliance"listen here you little---"

"Now now, what's all the commotion?" Rans velvet voice rang behind the man who turned to see the Haitani brothers "you wouldn't be by chance... harrassing our date would you Mr Ito?" Ran said with a sickening sweet voice, a threat behind those inconspicuous words as Mr Ito tried squaring his shoulders.

"I suggest you step away and go do whatever it is cretins like you do before we go fishing yes?"

The threat was very much present now and even Mr Ito knew not to trifle with these men, anyone with half a brain knew.

With one last glare he wandered off and Ran cupped (name)s cheek "god you're so attractive when you're standing your ground" ran said softly, checking to make sure he was unharmed "I just said what I wanted to say to him when I last spoke to him" (name) said as Koko fixed his hair.

"Let's go see Mikey, get something to eat yes?"

Despite the small hiccup (name) had a grand time, his boyfriends even getting to show off how cool they were and Mikey stealing his food every so often.

(Name) didn't expect to get so many boyfriends from a drunk party but he was quite pleased with the outcome.

Now if he could only convince them to stop trying to get him to work for them.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #male reader

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Mystery Solved

Al Rothstein (DCEU) x Reader

A/N: Not me churning this out almost after Black Adam because I think his character is so endearing? Feedback greatly appreciated for my first character fic!

Genre: PG-13, one curse word.

Notes: You finally meet your new mystery friend with a few hiccups along the way.

So. When can I get to see you?

You fingers hover inches above your phone, unsure of what to type to IamAS - aka your online friend that you made at the start of your final year in college.

Hm… I don’t know… I would really like to meet you too but school and work is messing me up real good. Sorry :(

You hit the send button, hoping that whoever was behind the username wouldn’t get too offended. At least you were being completely truthful.

Ah… that’s ok. I have commitments too. Totally understand. How about mid term break? Doesn’t have to be for long. We could go grab a bite or something.

Biting the edge of your lip, you gave it deep thought. Not that they gave you any trouble. In fact, they were absolutely respectful of your boundaries and didn’t rush you in revealing things about yourself.

All that you knew about them was that they were attending the same school as you were. And, they were a huge emotional support whether was it school or work troubles. Whoever it was, they seemed genuinely sweet.

It wouldn’t hurt to try right?

You fire a message off to your mystery friend before heading to class.

Sure. Four fingers - the one beside Connaught Drive. 5pm. >< wear your collegiate jacket!

***

You slip into the booth, tapping your fingers rhythmically. It wasn’t a lie to say that you were downright nervous.

What if they turned out differently from your expectations? Maybe it would be one of the annoying Chads in your tutorials who never paid attention in class. Or the annoyingly popular girl who seemed to have it all?

It sounded cliche, but you were entitled to let your mind run wild.

As your mind wandered to what kind of sauce you wanted to get on your chicken wings, a loud commotion was going on outside the shop. Curious like other patrons, you decided to crane your neck for a better look.

“Help!!!” A young girl no more than the age of 10 was screaming as a man attempts to drag her away. “Someone please help me! He’s not my father!”

You couldn’t believe that no one was helping even after that revelation. Everyone thought it was simply just a belligerent child. Seeing her tear stricken face, you simply couldn’t just ignore it. Bolting out of the shop, you ran towards the duo, ready to give a piece of your mind.

“Hey buddy! Why not you lay your hands of her?” A voice pipes from behind you.

“None of your fucking business asshole.” The man in a dodgy getup sneered at the newcomer… in the same college jacket. Could it be?

“Been called worse.” He shrugs. “We can always talk things out.”

The potential kidnapper raised a flick knife, raising it towards him. “You want to act tough? Fine. I’ll give it to you then!”

“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”

Before you know it, the kidnapper was slammed to the ground by same college guy, writhing in pain. He turns to you, giving a boyish grin.

“I’m Albert Rothstein but you can call me Al. We’re supposed to have chicken together later. Hey, do you think you could wait for a few moments while I call the police to take this creep away?”

You nod dumbly, still trying to process what you just witness. Once you made sure the girl was ok, you went back to the same booth in the shop, waiting for Al. He arrives shortly after, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Sorry about that. Uh… didn’t expect that to happen.”

“Oh! That’s alright.” You waved his apology away. “That was quite something back there.”

“That? Earlier?” Al laughs nervously. “I guess self-defense training from my uncle really paid off.”

“Ah, I see.” You nodded your head. His explanation made sense, but there was still something unreal about how quickly he took him down. “Um.. haven’t I seen you somewhere before?"

Al sips from the soda cup nonchalantly. "Can't say you have."

The door to the exit slides open, making way for 3 individuals that you would have easily identified from a mile away ever since watching their battles in Khandaq.

"Al!" The middle of the trio marches up to your table with an older man and a girl strolling serenely behind their leader. Al chokes on his soda upon the sight, taking a moment to recover.

"Where have you been? Maxine's been trying to call you. We've got another rogue metahuman on the loose" It seemed like the man hadn't seen you yet.

Feeling a pair of steely eyes on you, you find yourself staring at an elegantly dressed man, holding a golden helmet in one arm.

"Leave them be Carter," he chuckles, a twinkle in his eye. "Al's simply enjoying his youth." The girl beside him smirks. It was only then, the second man turns around to face you. A moment of confusion soon turns into realization.

"Oh, I see. The man was too busy to give us a heads-up about his date!"

"No, it's not a..." By now, Al had gone positively tomato at the ruckus his team was making as well as the attention of every patron in the shop. "Ok! Fine, I'll go! Can you please just wait for me outside?"

With a series of mumblings, the trio heads back out, awkwardly standing in the middle of the street.

"I'm so sorry about that..."

"You're from the Justice Society." You whispered.

"Yeah, um... that's not something I really want to advertise you know." Al stammers. "I mean you're a great person and I have nothing against you, in fact, I really like you, and- oh god what am I saying? What I meant is-"

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." You grabbed his hand in yours. "I can do a rain check on this. Go save the world - Atom Smasher."

Al gives your hand a squeeze, before grabbing his things to meet the rest of them outside.

"I'll see you around!" He yells back, disappearing with a flash of golden light.

***

Epilogue

"So... a date huh?" The leader smacks Al in the back, causing the youngest to groan in pain.

"Would you please!” Al was grateful that his mask was still on.

"I'm just saying!" Hawkman raises both his hands up in defense. "I'm glad you kids are getting to experience the normal life you know?"

“He’s right.” Kent Nelson removes his helmet, placing it aside. “I still remember my days with Inza. It only seemed like it was just yesterday.”

Cruiser parked, the team ambles into the main hall of Hawkman’s Residence. The bell rings.

“Pull out side camera.” Carter commands, showing a screen of you waiting nervously with a bag of chicken and five cups of soda in your hands. Al could feel all eyes staring at him cheekily.

“Uh… hi! I’m here to see Al?”

“He’s right here!” Maxine happily sits beside Carter, waving a friendly hello to the camera. Amused, Carter presses a button to the door.

“Come on in. He’ll take a while to clean up. Meanwhile we can have a little chat.”

Al’s eyes widen, realizing where his team was going with this. “Oh, no you don’t! I know I’m the newbie but don’t screw this up for me!”

Carter nods to his old friend who puts his helmet back on. Moving towards Al, the Doctor teleports him to somewhere else in the giant residence just as you opened the door.

“Hey! Hope you guys are hungry.”

“Always have room for chicken.” Maxine skips over, taking the bags from your hands.

“Um… where’s Al?”

“He’ll be here soon.” Carter replies a little too smoothly. Just at this moment, a loud crash could be heard from the gardens and you see two large blue legs running towards the main building.

“How about we take this inside?” Carter leads you into the dining area with Maxine following behind, attempting to suppress their giggles. You shrug, taking your belongings with you.

Looks like Al would take a while.

#al rothstein #al rothstein x reader #atom smasher #atom smasher x reader #black adam #dceu x reader #dceu #noah centineo #albert rothstein x reader #albert rothstein

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