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breeloveschris · 9 days
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Eyes Like The Ocean pt 2
Pt 1
Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Reader
Summery: Just a girl on vacation at her beach house who meets a boy on the beach, what happens when she has to go back home.
Warnings: cussing, alcohol !
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We ended up on the beach for over 2 hours just messing around until we finally decided to go inside and get ready for dinner.
Sadly I didn’t see much of pretty boy since the small interaction, but we’re here for a week.
I was trying to pick out an outfit when Allie came in my room and laid on my bed. “I think you should pick that” she said pointing at a pink summer dress , “with your pink converse” she continued as she pointed at them.
“Ugh you’re so right” i said as I grabbed them and a pair of socks, “I’m gonna go take a shower ” I said as I walked into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and smiled, the overwhelming feeling of wanting to move into this house and forgot about my apartment in New Jersey is strong.
I walked out of the bathroom freshly out of the shower with wet hair, seeing Gavin and Allie in my room sitting on the couch in front of my bed.
I sighed and shook my head, “why are y’all in my room” I said as I crossed my arms. “We were bored and we was waiting for you, you take a very long time by the way” Gavin said rolling his eyes.
“Dude I was in there for 30 minutes” I said with a laugh and walking over to my dresser, “and plus I’m still not done” I laughed. Gavin groaned and walked out of my room, while me and Allie looked at each other and laughed.
“Men, am I right?” Allie laughed while she got up and walked over to my bed and laid down.
“Yea.. men” I said sighing, “are you thinking of that boy you made eye contact with for a mere second?” She said with raised eyebrows.
“No?.. yes..” I said as I pulled out my blow dryer, “he was cute” I sighed as I looked at her through the mirror that’s sitting on my dresser.
“You should’ve talked to him, what if you never see him again??” Allie laughed as she sat up, I gasped and whipped around to face her. “Don’t say that shit, I will.. hopefully” I groaned and turned around right as I was getting a call.
I grabbed my phone quickly hoping it was Alyssa, It indeed was Alyssa. I answered immediately, “hey Lyss!” I said with a big smile. “Hey girl, I’m just calling to make sure you got here safe.. you never answered” she said with a laugh, “oh my god.. I’m so sorry, we got here and immediately went to the beach” I said with a laugh.
“So you made it!?” She yelled as she started jumping up and down, “yes, I can’t wait to see you dude! It’s been too long” I said sighing as I putting the phone down on my dresser. “Hey Allie!!” She yelled through the phone.
Allie smirked while she waved her hand fast, we all started laughing. Allie never fails to make anyone laugh.
“You should definitely come to the bon fire tonight” Alyssa said with a smirk, “why do I know nothing about this?” I asked as I waved to Allie who was currently walking out of my room.
“I don’t know, it’s something the locals do every year” she said shrugging, “I’m down, you gonna come get me or what?” I said with a smirk.
“Yea I’ll come get you around 9, but I gotta go my pasta is about done” she said with a smile. We said our byes, and as soon as we hung up I started blow drying my hair so I can be ready by 5.
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We were on our way to the restaurant, when Allie stuck her head out of the sun roof. I took a video of her and immediately posted it to my instagram story.
All the windows were down and ‘nightcrawler’ was blasting through the speakers, this is my kind of life. I really need to move back down here some day, this is truly my happy place.
When we got to the restaurant, we walked in the restaurant seeing that it was full of people. Not our go to but it’ll work because this place has the best crab legs around.
The waiter walked us to our table and luckily we were in the back corner, I sat on the outside of the booth while Allie sat in the inside across from Gavin.
“You okay?” Allie whispered tapping my arm, I had my arm up and I was biting on my finger nails.
“No, yea, I’m fine” I said removing my hand and smiling, “I was just thinking” I said as I grabbed a menu looking at the desserts just to keep my eyes from roaming around.
The waiter came back with our drinks, she’s literally so sweet. She complimented my dress, i was tempted to ask her for her number simply because I need more friends.
After she got our orders she walked away, to go do what waiters do. Gavin and Allie were in their own little conversation.
“I’m going to the restroom” I said as I got up and started walking to the bathroom, as I was walking to the bathroom someone came out of the mens bathroom.
I looked up hearing the door open, catching eyes with the familiar blue eyes. My eyes widened slightly as he smirked and whispered a quiet “hey” as he passed me.
I guess the cape is smaller than I thought. I did my business and walked back to our table to see our food was already there. The wait here was surprisingly short considering how packed they are.
We ate our food and had good conversations, we were only here for about an hour and a half. We paid and left a big tip because the service here is always great.
As we were walking out I was walking in front of Allie and Gavin, I was looking straight ahead when I saw pretty boy sitting at a table with who I’m assuming is his family. The two guys sitting on each side of him look awfully similar to him. He saw me and nudged the guy to his left and nodded towards me.
My eyes went wide and face turned rosy as I walked past them. Holy shit, he probably thinks I’m following him or something. He totally told that guy that I’m weird or something.
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We got back to the house, and I went straight to my room and laying on my bed whipping my phone out to text Alyssa and telling her about pretty boy.
She just told me not to worry about it, and that he probably thought I was pretty. But then I told her about the guys sitting beside him.
Right after I told her she started to FaceTime me. I answered immediately, and said hey. “Hey, okay so I don’t know which one you’re talking about but I do know you’re talking about the triplets” she shrieked, “who’s that?” I mumbled confused.
“They come every summer, I’m surprised they’re here for spring break” she spoke with raised eyebrows, “anyways I’ve always had the biggest crush on one of them, I don’t know their names tho” she sighed.
“Maybe they’ll be there tonight?” I shrugged as I got up and walked over to my bag to get my lipgloss out of my makeup bag.
“Maybe, but they always got some girls following right behind them, so no shot am I getting a chance” she sighed as she applied her blush.
“Who knows, they might just be their friends” I giggled, “possibly, oh! Also ones gay and I heard that he’s super nice” she looked into the camera with a smile.
“Yeah.. I wish I was their friend.” I sighed and put my phone on the nightstand, “is this cute?” I backed up and did a spin hearing a “yes butch what the fuck?” Coming from my phone.
“Dude, Allie picked this out and she ate.” I laughed as I looked at the phone seeing her tying her shoes.
“Allie always got good style. Also be out in 10, I’m about to be on my way, bye love you!” She rushed as she hung up. Oh?
I sighed and walked out into the living room seeing Allie with a glass of wine and Gavin sitting next to her, they were watching some show.
“Hey, I’m about to leave” I whispered , they both looked at me “are you drinking?” Allie raised one eyebrow up making me laugh. “You know I don’t drink” I shook my head laughing.
“Yea but you literally never know when your with Alyssa, you know she drinks” she said nodding her head at me.
“Yeah, I know but I don’t mind when other people drink..” I frowned and pointed at her hand.
“Oh! I forgot about this” she laughed, “how are you getting home tho?” She said as she placed the drink on the table. “I’ll probably end up driving back here and she’ll probably stay the night” I shrugged as we heard a car honk.
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I open the front door to see Alyssa standing there, I squealed and pulled her into a hug. “Do you mind if we walk? The beach is literally in your back yard” she smiled widely. I just nodded, “I can’t believe I’m fucking here dude” I screamed.
As we were walking down the beach we could see all the people at the bonfire, even tho we were at least 100 feet away.
“I’m getting smashed” Alyssa laughed, “you’re gonna have to meet my friends!” She yelled grabbing the attention of a few people as we were walking into the crowd. “Yeah, I do” I giggled as a few people were waving at Alyssa.
We walked to the drink table someone who was nice enough to do so. I looked around the area as Alyssa was getting her drink, I felt eyes on me from behind me. I turned around looking for any lingering eyes, only catching a familiar blue eyed boy.
His usual ocean blue eyes looking darker in the dark night. My eyes slowly go down his body checking out his outfit, he was wearing a pair of camouflage pants and a black shirt. He looked good.
I got nudged out of my thoughts by Alyssa, “is that the one you were talking about?” She whispered.
I turned to her swiftly and nodded, “he’s so cute” I sighed and continued “where are your friends?” I asked smiling. She smirked and interlocked our arm, “right this way” she moved towards the boy I was just looking at.
“Woah where we going” I whisper yelled, “my friends” she shrugged. Well I wasn’t nervous on meeting her friends but if her friends are near this boy I’m gonna be nervous.
I was right her friends are right next to him, you might as well count him in her friend group.
Alyssa was talking to her friends after she introduced us all, her friends seem nice but my mind was going crazy with this boy standing only a few inches behind me and I still didn’t know his name.
I was focused on the random song playing when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to look at who ever tapped me. My stomach churned. “Hey!” He smiled, “hi” I smiled with rosy cheeks.
“I’ve been seeing you everywhere” he smirked, “yeah, I’m sorry” I winced.
“Why are you apologizing?” He raised an eyebrow, I shrugged and before I could start talking he continued. “Oh! My names Chris by the way” he smiled as he put his hand out, “Y/n” i put my hand into his as I looked into his eyes with a small smile.
“Pretty name for a very pretty girl” he smiled, “why haven’t I seen you here before?” He asked dropping his hand but stepping a bit closer.
“I come here every spring, I missed last spring tho” I shrugged, “that’s probably why, we mainly come down in the summer. Might have to start coming in the spring tho” he smirked letting his eyes travel my body.
I blushed with a laugh, “You from Massachusetts?” I asked taking a step closer. “Yeah, Boston, you?” He brought his drink up to his mouth but his eyes never leaving mine.
“I was born here, but we moved to New Jersey” I sighed, he creased his eyebrows “you don’t like it?”.
“No I love it, I just miss it here” I sighed, “what part-”he started before a shriek interrupted him making his eyes widen and look behind me. I whipped my head around seeing Alyssa run towards us.
She wrapped her arms around me and whispered yelled “I didn’t think you’d actually talk to him” she gasped, my face went rosy as I looked down to my feet. “Hey Alyssa” he laughed, she immediately looked up to him.
“Your brother is so hot, give him my number please” she let go of me, “oh, Matt?” He asked as I turned around to leave so they can do their own thing.
I felt a hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back around and up next to them, I looked up seeing chris who was still talking to Alyssa. I was right in front of him, he grabbed my hand then spin me around so I was facing Alyssa and not him.
Alyssa looked at me and smirked as she handed chris her phone so he could put in Matt’s number.
“Okayyy, I think it’s time for us to go” I sighed turning around to face chris who frowned at me, “girl we just got here?” Alyssa said pulling on my shoulder so I’d face her.
I sighed as I pulled my phone out, we’ve been here for a little over an hour. “I’m tired, you can stay but I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here by yourself” I sighed once again but my eyes widen a bit when I feel a hand on my lower back.
I turned my head slightly to look at chris who was talking to someone else but had a small smirk on his face as he saw me from the corner of his eyes.
“I’m not alone, I have my friends. I’ll be fine, and I’ll come up to your balcony so I don’t wake anyone up” she smiled as she turned around and left.
I turned back around to face chris who was still in conversation with this girl. Alyssa was right, they do always have a girl with them. I waited patiently to tell him that I was leaving.
She left and chris turned back around to me. “‘M sorry, that was my friend madi” he smiled down at me, we were practically touching from how close we were.
“That’s fine, I just wanted to tell you that I’m leaving” I smiled, “let me walk you to your car?” He whispered. I sighed, “I didn’t take my car, I live right along the beach” I never broke eye contact. He laughed and shook his head as he started walking with my hand in his.
It was my turn to laugh, I laughed and started pulling him the opposite direction which made him laugh.
He walked me all the way to my balcony, the whole walk was filled with laughter. He’s literally the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.
“So.. can I get your number?” He looked down at me with a smirk, I nodded as I pulled out my phone and gave it to him. “Are you actually gonna text me sweetheart?” He whispered as he typed, “uh hell yea?” I smirked which he laughed and shook his head. We said goodnight and he left, I turned around and went inside smiling.
I took a shower and changed into a big sweatshirt and just a pair of underwear, I jumped into bed sighing and almost immediately falling asleep
Breespeaks: why tf are these sooooooo long, also most of y’all’s tags arnt working:(
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auras-moonstone · 9 months
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mad woman — ethan landry (part three)
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word count: 1,414
pairing: gf!ethan landry x gf!fem!reader
based on: mad woman by taylor swift
summary: y/n and ethan have some tension between them on the night of the party
previous part ; next part
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Y/N WATCHED AS TARA DRANK HER FIFTH CUP OF VODKA with fire in her eyes, imagining the way blood would soak her clothes once she was finally able to pierce her skin with a knife. She couldn’t bear to see Tara having fun, as if she hadn’t killed a part of her soul a year ago.
“Y/N/N? Please control yourself” Ethan, who was standing next to her, warned.
The girl shook her head “Sorry. I am not being subtle at all, aren’t I?” she laughed.
“Not really, but don’t worry. Everyone is way too drunk or busy dancing to notice your glares” he assured her.
“Still, I should be more careful. I just… sometimes it becomes too much, you know?”
Ethan nodded “I know, if it’s hard for me that I wasn’t even that close to him… I can’t imagine what it must be like for you. But we are almost there, hold on. It will be worth it”
“Yes, you are right” she nodded in agreement. “I’ll go get a drink”
The girl walked towards the table where the alcohol was placed and poured a cherry drink on her cup.
“Hi” said a deep voice from behind her. She turned around to find a tall muscular boy looking at her devil costume shamelessly.
“Hi. Are you done checking me out?” she asked annoyed. Frat boys weren’t her type at all.
“Sorry, you look really hot” he told her.
“Thanks” she replied dryly, ready to walk away, when he grabbed her elbow “Wait, dance with me”.
“No, thank you” she declined politely.
“Come on, don’t be boring” he insisted.
Fuck being polite, she though in that moment “I’m not boring I just think you are a douche. And I don’t dance with douches”
“Whatever, bitch” he muttered, he pushed past her so harshly that the contents of her cup ended up on her dress.
“Y/N/N! Shit, are you okay?” Anika asked worried.
“Hey, dickhead, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Mindy glared daggers at the frat boy, who payed no attention as he walked away.
“Don’t worry, it’s just alcohol, I’ll live” she reassured the couple.
“You are way too nice, I would have punch him” Mindy said.
Y/N laughed “At least I smell like cherries”.
“Oh no” Anika said “Creep number two of the night”
Y/N and Mindy looked at where the girl’s eyes were set and scrunched their noses. A guy, who appeared to be way too old to be at a college party, was leading Tara somewhere. The three girls walked towards them, trying to get Tara away from him, but she was being stubborn.
“I’m gonna get Chad” Y/N whispered to Mindy, who nodded. She found said boy on a corner, talking to Ethan. “Big guy, Tara needs you. They are right there”.
“Shit, thanks Y/N/N” Chad said, before leaving her and Ethan alone.
“What’s wrong?” the boy dressed as a knight asked.
“Frankie wants to lead Tara to his room” she answered disgusted. “I hate parties” she groaned. The wet clothes were clinging to her body and her skin was starting to feel sticky.
“What happened to you?” he questioned noticing how uncomfortable she looked.
“Some frat boy who can’t take no for an answer made me spill my drink on myself”
His eyes darkened, and the girl felt her body grow warm at the action “What’s his name? I can take care of him” he offered.
Y/N laughed “That’s sweet, but don’t waste your energy”.
“Do you want me to take you home? I’m bored anyways, and I think my dad already did it. So, we should be able to leave” Ethan said.
“Yes, please. One more minute in here and I might kill someone” she said as he grabbed her hand and led her out of the house. They found the rest of the group already there, plus Sam.
“Where were you?” Chad smirked at them.
“Sam what are you doing here?” Y/N asked, ignoring Chad’s question.
“She’s stalking me” Tara spat angrily.
The sisters continued to argue as the group trailed behind them, in awkward silence. And suddenly, a girl passing by threw her drink at Sam while she screamed “Murderer!”. Y/N watched in shock as a fight unfolded in front of her.
“Quinn made that rumour viral” Ethan whispered in her ear.
“Brilliant” she muttered “I love your sister, she’s great”.
“But I’m your favourite, right?” he asked.
“Oh, they are walking away. We better catch up” she said with a playful smile.
“Mean” he laughed pinching her hip.
She pushed him away as she let out a laugh “Yes, Ethan, you are my favourite sibling” she admitted. “Now, let’s go, pretty boy”.
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Y/N AND ETHAN’S EYES MET AS SAM RECEIVED THE NEWS. The fear on the sisters’ voices was practically music to their ears, and it took everything in them not to smile with satisfaction.
“I’m gonna go shower. Maybe the four of you should stay here tonight, just in case” Y/N said to Chad, Mindy, Anika and Ethan once the sisters left.
“Yeah, that’s for the better” Quinn agreed.
“Sure. Ethan and I can sleep on the couch” Chad offered.
“You two can sleep at Sam’s” Quinn told the couple, who nodded.
“Y/N/N do you have extra blankets for us?” Chad asked.
“Yeah, come with me” she said, motioning him to follow her upstairs.
“Ethan go grab them” the boy said, pushing his friend towards her. Y/N frowned at that, but decided to say nothing.
“Sorry about that. Chad is pushing me to ‘make some moves’ on girls” he explained a bit embarrassed once they reached her room.
Y/N smiled, thinking he looked really adorable when he was nervous “Make some moves, huh? Are you doing well?”
Ethan snorted “One girl looked at me in disgust at the party, so no. Although, I don’t blame her. Chad asked her if she thought I was a snack, I think her reaction was valid”
Y/N laughed “Oh my god. Isn’t he supposed to help you? There is very few things more embarrassing and uncomfortable for a girl than being asked by a guy if they think their friend is cute”.
“I know” he sighed
“Sorry about the girl, though” she said, although she didn’t really mean it. Something about the idea of him flirting with other girls made her stomach feel weird.
“It’s okay. I wasn’t interested anyway” he brushed it off. The honesty in his statement made a wave of relief rush through her body.
“Here you go, snack” she joked as she handed him the blankets. Their fingers brushed and they both felt everything stop.
“You smell like cherries” he whispered, catching her eyes. The room felt warmer, as did their bodies.
“It’s the drink I spilled on me” she whispered back.
“I didn’t get to tell you but you look gorgeous in your costume” he said eyeing her lips.
“And you look really good in that shirt” she complimented. “You uh, have great arms”.
He smiled, the compliment made him feel more confident “Can I kiss you, Y/N/N?” Ethan asked. She looked at his big doe eyes and swore she could’ve let him do anything he wanted to her. “Y/N?” he asked. Maybe he read the whole situation wrong, maybe she wasn’t attracted to him. Or maybe she did, but it was too soon for her.
But she was quick to erase all the doubts from his mind. “I think I might die if you don’t kiss me right now, Ethan” she said taking one step closer, so that their chests touched. She had to tilt her head up and he had to look down. He grabbed the back of her neck, ready to push his lips against hers when the door opened.
“Holy shit!” the voice of Quinn made them pull apart. She was smiling widely and her eyes almost bulged out of her face. “Fuck, I can’t believe I cockblocked you!”
“What? No! We- no- I-“ Y/N sudden lost her English knowledge.
“You broke her” Ethan laughed, looking at her sister. They both laugh, and Y/N elbowed him in the stomach. “I was joking! Man, you are strong”.
“Anyways, love birds. It’s done” she informed. They both understood instantly what she meant—Bailey attacked the sisters successfully. “I’ll leave now, you can pick up from where you left”.
“I’m going to take a shower” Y/N said as soon as Quinn left. The moment was ruined, anyways.
“Is that an invitation?” Ethan smirked.
“Yes, an invitation to get out of my room” she smiled.
“Got it. I was pushing my luck” he said, walking to the door.
“By the way, you owe me a kiss, pretty boy” she winked as she entered her bathroom. Ethan smiled like a lovesick puppy as he closed the bedroom door behind him, still feeling the warmth of Y/N’s body and the softness of her skin against the palm of his hand.
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hee-pster · 2 years
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I'm clumsy and I know it
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+18 content read at your own discretion, please scroll if you're uncomfortable with.
Pairing: Lee Heessung × afab!Reader
Genre: Smut, really filthy smut, crack
Warnings: Heeseung gets a minor injury, hard dom Heeseung, sub reader, oral sex, fingering, degradation kink, strength kink, spanking, cursing, unprotected sex, pulling out, multiple rounds of sex, mirror sex, cum play (sort of), mentions of bathtub sex, mentions of food, overstimulation (sort of)
A/n: Hello hello lomls, I hope everyone's doing okay <3 I'm back with a hee fic that i wrote after a convo i had with lovely @jainandan :3 we were talking about how cute it is to see Heeseung clumsy but honestly, even that side of him turns me on 🤚🏼 so here is a smut with cracky plot suggested by her, I hope you enjoy reading it <3 as always, all types if feedback is very appreciated, whether it's a comment, ask, like or especially a reblog with those cute tags! It makes me giggle and hop out of joy when I see your reactions so go on, don't be shy :3 I wish everyone a very pleasant day/night, see you next time!
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Today was not particularly a special day, but you aimed to make it one.
Your boyfriend Heeseung and his group were having a very successful comeback, so you wanted to show him how proud you are of him with a special dinner date, at your place.
Alright alright, if you had to admit, it's been a while since you've had your hands on the said guy and you were just looking for any kind of excuse to use for that matter.
You got your makeup and hair ready (ready to be ruined by his dick and hands), ordered one of his favorite foods —yes, you can't cook for shit— and checked your phone one last time to see if there was any update from him.
Heeseung <3
I'll be there in 30 baby, need anything?
It's been almost an hour he sent this message, but the promised arrival had never happened.
He didn't answer your texts and calls either, waking up the seeds of worry in your gut. What if something happened on his way here?
You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. Overthinking was never good for anything and plus he was probably stuck in traffic or something, you were being dramatic.
But what kind of traffic took almost one and a half hours, what was he doing, coming here with a bike?
You decided to give him another thirty minutes, pouring some wine for you to take your stress away. If he wasn't here by that time, you were gonna raid the Hybe Building.
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Heeseung was busy checking himself out in the mirror, making last touch ups on his hair before leaving for his date with you. He was just about to depart when he heard the loud thuds of approaching footsteps, followed by a call of his name.
"Heeseung hyung!" Jake came in running, breathless from his small marathon around the building. "I was looking for you, oh god..." He leaned to the door, trying to catch his breath. "...are you not coming?"
"Coming where?"
"To the dance studio..." he said, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the mini fridge, chugging it down almost immediately. "...Riki is showing us some of his cool moves."
"Cool moves?"
Jake nodded, eyeing Heeseung up and down. Now that he noticed, why was he so dressed up?
"Yeah but wait, are you going somewhere?" He asked, attempting to throw the bottle on the trashcan like a basketball player, sighing when he failed. "You look so..." He furrowed trying to find the right words, "...fancy."
Heeseung chuckled at the blurted out compliment, stealing a glance from the mirror. Of course he was gonna look fancy for his girlfriend, it's been quite a while since he saw her.
"Yeah, I have a date with y/n."
Jake's mouth got in a shape of "O ", a dirty grin quickly following after. "A date huh, good luck then." He winked, "I'll tell Riki you can't come, he wanted to show you so bad but, he can do it next time I guess."
"Wait." Heeseung stopped Jake before he left the room, checking his watch. He still had some time before meeting you, enough to watch Riki right now. "I still have some time, where's Riki?"
Jake giggled at Heeseung, knowing he had a soft spot for the youngest one. "This way." He pointed out the way with his fingers, not knowing he was leading Heeseung into a disaster.
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"Heeseung hyung! Heeseung hyung!" The loud chants of Jake and Jungwon were filling the room, making the competition between Heeseung and Riki more fierce.
It had been some time since Heeseung's chic jacket have meet the floor, meanwhile the hair Heeseung gave hours to style was completely ruined, frizzy and covered with sweat.
There was some dance / acrobatics race had been going on between the oldest and the youngest, their audience was chanting as if this was the best show they have ever seen in their life.
They were taking turns while showing off their cool tricks to each other, currently Riki was planning his next move while watching Heeseung gaining the hearts of his members with a charismatic smile on his face.
When Heeseung was done, he got up from the floor, raising an eyebrow at his rival with a 'I bet you can outdo this' type of look on his face. Riki was more than fueled up with that, accepting the challenge he got to the middle of the dance studio and did a triple cartwheel before ending it with a split.
Heeseung had completely forgot about the date by now, the burning desire to win inside of him duplicating with the loud shouts coming from his members to cheer Riki.
"Ey, it was easy." Heeseung argued, thinking his performance was way better. "I can do it better than you."
A burst of 'oooooooo' sounds rose up from the mini crowd, signing they liked the offer Heeseung had made. Riki tched, finding himself a great opportunity to tease.
"Aren't you too old to success a split with no experience beforehand, hyung?" Riki provoked, gaining another wave of 'ooooooooo's for himself. "I don't want you to get injured, you shouldn't force yourself that hard."
Okay now Heeseung was irked, he couldn't stay silent after being disrespected like that. Being looked down by his junior was enough to make him remove his fancy belt and shoes, making him get his position to prove himself — well actually, prove Riki right.
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If a professional dancer tells you to not try something they do, you simply listen to them. That was the lesson Heeseung learned today.
What happened? Oh boy, what didn't happen?
Heeseung tried the triple cartwheel and to be honest, he was nailing it until the splitting part. But he lost his balance as he was landing on the floor and got his wrist twisted, causing him to fall on his right arm.
First the members thought he was trying to be funny, laughing their asses off until they realized Heeseung couldn't get up off the floor, holding his arm in pain.
Fortunately they managed to get him to a hospital somewhere near and stayed with him while the first aid was given. The doctor said that his arm needs to be put in a cast, causing them to get scolded by their managers for being reckless.
In the mean time you've been calling Heeseung non-stop, already on your way to the Hybe Building when finally Jake noticed that Heeseung's phone was ringing and answered it for him.
He told you about what happened and gave you the information on their whereabouts, which you didn't know how fast you drove to arrive.
"Y/n said she'd be here soon."  Jake informed, making Heeseung realize what he had forgotten.
Fuck, y/n, the date—Heeseung totally forgot about his girlfriend and their plans for tonight, which was nothing but a dick move. And what exactly did he gain by forgetting it? A fucking injury, great.
"Don't be grumpy hyung, I think she'll like your new style." Jungwon poked Heeseung's cheek, gaining a chuckle from the frustrated guy. Tonight had to be a joke, because only a bad joke could be this ridiculous.
"Yeah, it definitely adds to your masculine aura."
"You do realize she can't find anyone with better arms at this point right?" Riki said playing with the cast, "Literally as hard as rock hyung, damn!"
Their attempts on making Heeseung laugh succeeded, him hitting Riki's hand playfully. He appreciated them for trying but he knew he fucked things up with you tonight and had to redeem himself to you somehow.
"Heeseung!" There you were, worry smeared all over your face as you blow into the room, causing his heart to miss a beat. You looked so pretty—too pretty to be stood up by him. Oh how much he regretted doing that.
He watched you run to his arms, being really careful not to hurt him as you pulled him into a hug, sighing in relief since it wasn't something too serious.
He knew he didn't have any right to think about anything sexual right after he ditched you on a date but fuck, you looked so cute in that dress wearing his favorite scent.
He knew — he just knew, he had to redeem himself to you tonight.
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It was a silent drive to your place, with Heeseung sitting on the passenger's seat, trying to figure out a way to make up for what he did tonight.
He's never seen you so quiet when you drove before, meaning you were indeed taken a back by the fact that he literally ditched you, but you were too nice to make a topic of it when he was injured, even though it was a minor thing.
You finally got to your flat, helping Heeseung remove his jacket and shoes as you entered inside. He gasped when he saw the dinner table you prepared for him, feeling even worse for being such a jerk tonight, although it was unintentional.
"Are these for me?" He asked with doe eyes, it was obvious from his face that he felt guilty.
"Yeah, they were for you."
You were upset alright, you weren't gonna make a scene and you weren't sure for how long you'd stay upset while he was looking at you like that but still, you were hurt and he had to understand that it was his fault.
"I fucked up tonight, huh?"
"A little, yeah."
"You prepared all these things for me and I didn't even show up, that was a big dick move.." He walked up to you, caressing your cheek with his uninjured hand. "..Is it too late to ask if there's anything I could do to redeem myself to you tonight?"
As much as he tried to look innocent while saying that, you knew him better than to fall for the angelic looks on his eyes.
It was obvious that he had the same expectations with you about tonight, you could tell it by the way he dressed, the way he styled his hair—even though it was messy right now which you found even sexier, the fragrance he chose to wear today. All of it was screaming 'I wanna get fucked so hard' just like you.
Your little dress that barely covered your cleavage, the way you put on his favorite color of lipstick and did your hair just the way he liked, the scent he loved so much on you— he was a clumsy one yeah, but he wasn't a dummy, at least not when it came to reading you.
You wanted him, he most certainly wanted you, what was a stupid cast could do to stop you guys from devouring each other?
"Depends on what kind of redeeming you're talking about."
Alright you were done playing, cast or not you've already put your mind on fucking him, there was no turning back from that.
"Well, I'd show you but since I can't use my hand.." He whispered, gently holding your hand to place it on the bulge of his pants, "..why don't you unbuckle my belt and see for yourself, love?"
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If you thought having an injured arm would stop Heeseung from ruining you, you were definitely wrong.
After you both stripped down, clothes everywhere on the floor of your flat, Heeseung pushed you on the big sofa in the living room, more than ready to attach his hungry lips onto your dripping cunt.
He had your legs on his shoulders, kneeling before you as he sucked on the sensitive skin of yours, using his left thumb to rub your clit in the process. He never used his left hand before but fuck, he was making you feel so good.
His arms were holding your thighs in place to stop you from snapping them around his head, although he got a cast on his arm to limit his movements, he was still strong as fuck.
Heeseung was immersed in the idea of redeeming himself, eating you out like this was his last meal. His tongue was lapping on your bud so deliciously, thick fingers fucking you fast and deep.
An hour ago you were mad at him for ruining your night but there he was, giving you the best sex you ever had, with only using his tongue and his left hand.
"Heeseung!" You screamed out, jerking your legs when he sucked on the very delicate spot of your clit, pushing you towards your orgasm fiercely.
You tugged on his hair, bucking your hips up against his mouth, feeling the tip of his nose brush against your skin deliciously. He didn't stop, instead he held you by your buttocks and shoved his tongue through your hole, letting his fingers rest a little.
How could he carry you like it was nothing with an injured arm? You didn't know, but fuck, that was too hot.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You yelped, legs shaking as you tried to keep yourself stable on your palms.
"Do it for me baby.." He mouthed, lips not leaving your throbbing pussy. He could feel you clenching around his tongue, and he couldn't wait to feel it around his cock. But first, he was gonna need you to quench his thirst. "..let me taste you, come on."
The way his voice came so hoarse seemed to do it for you, making you cum all over his face, legs shaking as you let out his favorite high pitched sounds.
He licked every drop of your arousal, supporting your back as you fall back on the sofa.
After he was done drying you with his talented mouth, he looked up to you with the eyes of the devil, lust smeared all over his face. His chin and upper part of his neck were coated with your juices, making him look even more fuckable to your eyes.
"So.." He landed a soft slap on your pussy, enjoying the way your body reacted. "..am I forgiven yet, or?"
You pulled him upwards by tugging onto his hair, licking his lips to taste yourself. He greeted you with his tongue, quickly turning your small act into a passionate kiss, spreading the tender taste all over your mouth.
"Of course not." You broke the kiss, "You didn't think I was gonna let you go by making me cum just once, right?"
"Honestly.." He pecked your lips before getting up on his feet, "..I was hoping you'd say that."
You chuckled at his boldness, your eyes dropping onto the luscious sight of his dick. Of course he noticed, how could he miss those hungry eyes?
"Wanna ride me, baby?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
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Self side not: Injured Heeseung doesn't fuck less hard.
Honestly you didn't know if you were annoyed or aroused even more by that fact but nonetheless, you were in no position to complain about being fucked into an absolute oblivion right now.
You got on his lap in thoughts of being the one in control and fucking him like how you pleased. You were gonna make him cry and beg for you to go faster, bounce harder on his cock but of course Heeseung had something completely different in mind to ruin that plan of yours.
The moment you sat on his dick, his so called injured hand found its place on your head, getting wrapped around your hair as his other hand came to grab you by the throat, not letting you set down your own pace.
If he noticed you slowing down, he'd apply more pressure around your throat, making you gasp for air like a desperate slut while you were choking. And not only that, he'd also slap your titts with his casted arm—the cast making his touch even more powerful when it hits the skin of your soft boobs.
The way he was ridiculously playing with your strength kink while being injured was fucking hot but hell, what happened to you punishing him? He was the one that stood you up but here he was, fucking you as if you were the guilty one.
But to him, you were indeed guilty. What were you thinking coming to the hospital with that slutty dress on?
He was supposed to be the only guy who got to see in you in it, with your chest barely covered and some good amount of flesh of your cute ass showing under the short skirt, not his members.
"You desperate whore, tell me what were you thinking showing up with that slutty dress?" He pushed you off of his dick, the hand in your hair remaining still as he dragged you to the big mirror on the hall of your place.
He pulled your hair, making your back hit his chest. He grabbed your jaw to make you look at the reflection of your fucked out state— honestly you were the one who looked like you were hospitalized earlier today, and not him.
"Were you thinking of getting my dick, huh?" He yanked you against the mirror, lining his dick back to your entrance, pushing his whole length in with one deep thrust. "Were you that desperate?"
Who the fuck was this guy that was fucking you harder than ever and what did he do to Heeseung, who was asking to redeem himself to you about an hour ago?
You didn't know, you didn't care.
Honestly this was way better than punishing him, although you would never admit it out loud, and way way better than everything you had in mind about tonight.
He was ramming his hips onto yours fiercely, making you rise on your toes with every hard slam. You were so close to your second high, head gone blank with the way he was manhandling you.
"Speak!" A sharp smack landed on your ass, making you shiver on your spot.
"Y-yes, fuck!"
"Yes what? Finish the fucking sentence y/n!"
"Yes, I was thinking about having your big cock deep inside me Heeseung, please don't stop!" You screamed, not being able to handle the pace he was going.
He liked your answer, leaning to land wet kisses on your shoulders as he whispered "Were you thinking about creaming it too, huh?" He dropped a hand to rub your clit whlist he was fucking you, the casted hand not leaving your hair even for a minute.
You nodded enthusiasticly, making him giggle at your cuteness. "I want you to coat my dick with your juices, can you do that for me baby?"
"Y-yes, I c-can." Your voice came in a tiny tone, barely audible. But it was more than enough for Heeseung, praises spilling from his mouth on how good you were taking him, how much he liked to have your walls squeeze him.
With the way he was fucking you — rearranging your whole gut, and the sweet words he was speaking to you in total contrast of his actions, it didn't take long for you to cum just the way he requested.
He watched you in awe as you squirted, creaming not only his cock but also his lower abdomen, and even leaking some to his thighs.
He liked the mess you made, wanting to add more to it he pulled out, spilling the hot shots of cum all over your reddened ass, painting your skin with his load.
He held you by the waist and supported you, helping you walk to the bathroom. You were almost gonna pass out, not even able to walk straight but he on the other hand, wasn't showing any signs of exhaustion.
A devilish grin you knew so well formed on his face before he opened his mouth to speak, "So, should I text you or call you, how is this gonna work?"
"What?"
"Since my hand is injured and I have to wear this cast.." He grabbed on the doorknob, twisting it to enter to the bathroom, "..should I call you or text you when I need a quick head or a handjob?" He said, helping you get inside the bathtub.
"Neither, have fun with your left hand." You gave him a fake smile, did he really think you'd buy this after the things he did to you just mere minutes ago?
"You know what, I think it's better we discuss it after the third round."
"Third round?"
What fucking third round? You were over, gg, no more rounds.
"Oh come on now y/n.." He lowered himself to level with you, letting the warm water wet his honey skin. "..why do you think I got you this bathtub last week?"
Fuck, now it made sense. He was so random for gifting you a bathtub, but you thought he was just being sweet, really naive of you y/n.
"I finally get to use it now so yes, third round. It's still early to call it a night don't you think?"
Damn you Lee Heeseung and your beautiful dick, the things I let you do to my body, you thought to yourself. But well, how could you say no to bathtub sex, aka literally the hottest form of sex?
"Fine, but are you sure you can survive a round three without another injury, mister clumsy ?"
"Oh don't worry sweetheart, my dick isn't as easy to twist as my wrist, just bounce on it like a good girl and I'll be fine." He chuckled, giving you a peck on the lips as you let him lay under you, positioning his dick against your hole once again.
"Let's test how durable this bathtub is, shall we?"
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munsonslilbunnie · 8 months
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little meadow | eddie munson x plus-size!reader
summary: a little fun with your favorite metalhead after a pretty picnic <3
pairing: eddie munson x plus-size!fem!reader
word count: 3.5k
warnings/cw/tw/notes about the reader: nothing rly bad, mainly fluff but gets a little nsfw towards the end. oral (f! and m! receiving). <3 minors DNI. not proofread or beta'd.
requested by: @prettyblondguys (i'm so sorry for how long this took, i hope you still end up liking it 😭)
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ever since you and eddie got together, eddie has been adamant that you two have weekly little dates es. it didn’t matter to him what day or time, as long as you two had time to spend together – what with him still trying to graduate from hawkins high and you with your work schedule at the family video. 
recently, eddie had told you he found a pretty little meadow a bit away from his trailer park – it was absolutely perfect for what he had planned for you. he’s never been with someone who truly liked him – who didn’t go out with him based on a joke or a bet. when he met you, it was like everything fell into place and finally, something clicked right. you never once mocked him for what he liked, for how he dressed. you accepted him. you accepted him with all the scars, mental and physical, that he had. he never had to pretend to be someone else to keep you by his side. you cared for him in a way that still shocked him to this day – he never thought of himself as lucky, but here he was, with the most beautiful girl to ever appear in his life hanging on his arm and he swore now that he won in life. he’d do anything for you at this rate and he wouldn’t want to risk losing you. 
that’s why everything had to be perfect for your date. you two always flipped-flopped back and forth on whose turn it is to plan your weekly date and it just so happened that it was eddie’s turn. he was pretty excited for this one – he might have skipped a class or two to get things ready but everything’s worth it when it comes to you. 
it was finally friday, the day of your date, and eddie was pacing back and forth on his front porch, waiting for your car to appear in the distance, and when it finally did, he gave a little jump and rushed down the stairs, a (somewhat) beat-up wicker basket in his hands, a spare blanket thrown across the top of it. how he managed to find it, he doesn’t even remember at this point, but it was packed up to the brim with some essentials like, uh, food, of course. all of your favorites – ranging from a pack of fruit (watermelon and grapes), some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that he prepared himself (he even used that all-natural peanut butter shit that you admitted to liking), along with some cheap coolers that were all fruity flavors that you liked, and little extras that he threw in there last minute in case it wasn’t enough. it was the first picnic that he was taking you on and he wasn’t too sure what all he needed to bring, but this felt like it was enough, right?
the sound of your engine cutting off brought him back down to earth, your pretty smile emerging from inside your car as you stepped out, hair still slightly damp from the shower you must’ve taken after your shift before heading over to the trailer park. he felt himself gulp once he saw what you were wearing – a pretty, floral-looking sundress that barely brushed past mid-thigh, the straps tied into little knots at the top (something that his mind told him he could easily pull apart with one single tug–), and your feet covered by your white sandals. he suddenly felt underdressed with his attire – his regular hellfire shirt, sleeves bunched up to his elbows, with his ripped jeans and chains hanging on his belt loops, and his white reebok’s. he pretty much was wearing exactly what he usually does, but you didn’t seem to take notice as you made your way to him, thick arms wrapping around his neck and bringing him down slightly for a lingering kiss that stole his breath. 
a breathy grunt left him as he melted against your lips, the hand holding the wicker basket twitching as the other wrapped around your plush waist, tugging you forward against his body. this was always the highlight of his days – feeling your lips against his was something he looked forward to every day. he couldn’t wait for the day when he could wake up, with you by his side, and kiss you first thing in the morning with no regard to the morning breath. 
you pulled away far too quickly to his liking and it was evident by the pout on his lips. you giggled softly and ran your thumb against the pout, smoothing it away as you cooed quietly, “now, now. no pouting, baby. you have all day to get more kisses.” you teased him, feeling his hand start to inch its way down south, the tips of his fingers brushing against your ass for a split second before pulling away from his hold altogether, sending him an innocent smile at his fake glare. 
“you tease,” he playfully bit at you, to which you responded with your own fake glare before his lips stretched into a happy grin. “hope you’re ready, princess. swear you’re gonna like the place,” he started to say, his free hand holding onto yours as he tugged you off into the direction of the forest, you falling easily into line with him, trusting him. 
“i have no doubt that i will, baby,” you smiled brightly, finding how excited eddie seemed to be absolutely adorable. it’s not every day your boyfriend is this excited about planning a date (though he’s always excited about your dates, as long as you two were together, that’s all that seemed to matter to him). 
as eddie started to go on about how he accidentally found the meadow, it took you two less than a few minutes to find the exact area he found. you felt your breath hitch at how serene the area looked – it felt as if it came straight out of a romance novel, what with how the sun was shining down the perfect amount, not directly in the middle of the meadow, but scattered enough where it was making some of the wildflowers look like they were glistening. you could hear the sound of wildlife out in the background, and while some of the flowers looked overgrown, they didn’t quite stop looking so beautiful in your eyes. you felt your lips tug up into a shy smile, eddie continuing to tug you towards the middle of the meadow, closer to a patch of ground that didn’t have as much overgrown grass. 
he let your hand go for a moment to spread the blanket down, smoothing out the creases before putting the wicker basket down on one corner, in case of any wind. once he was satisfied with it, he nodded his head and toed off his shoes, before stepping onto the blanket, a hand outstretched towards you. he flashed you a smile and bent slightly at his waist, “m’lady.” 
your cheeks flushed slightly at the action, but played along with him, gently placing your hand on his and curtsied, your other hand lightly clutching onto your dress, “m’lord.” 
he gave you a satisfied grin, bending down to help you take off your sandals, before tugging you over towards the middle of the blanket, maneuvering you to plop down next to him, your legs now thrown over his outstretched legs with an arm thrown around your waist.
“so… what do ya think?” eddie asked, looking at you with a slightly nervous smile. he knew you usually liked everything he did for your dates, but he was nervous that maybe you didn’t quite like this one as much as he thought you might. his hand settled on your knee, rubbing it slightly as he tried not to outright show his nervousness as he waited for your response. 
“what do i think?” you gaped in surprise before exclaiming happily, “eddie, this is amazing! i had no idea such a pretty place would be hiding in plain sight, and so near to you, too! i love it, eddie. thank you for taking the time to find it and plan everything out like this, baby.” you cooed softly, your hand cupping his cheek and smoothing out his nervous smile, giving him praise after praise. you could see the way his dark, doe-like eyes lit up at your words and it brought you such joy that you, or rather your words, were the cause for such reaction. this man made you so happy, you’d do everything in your power to return the favor. 
“fuck, ‘m so glad, princess,” he let out a breath of relief, feeling a sense of tension finally elevating itself from his shoulders. he didn’t even realize how nervous he was to hear your thoughts, but now knowing that you only had positive things to say, made him feel a lot better. he was not an overly cheesy or affectionate boyfriend, at least, he didn’t think so, so sometimes he was left with a sense of uncertainty on whether or not he was doing this ‘boyfriend’ thing right. 
he flashed you another smile before starting to pull out the food he prepared for you two – you helping him spread out the items while chatting away about your day at work, talking about robin and steve, and eddie adding into the mix about his own day, about the campaign that he had planned for the boys, about the new thriller film he’s been itching to watch with you. the chatter between you two was comfortable and easy, as it always was. this is why eddie fell in love with you in the first place – everything with you was easy. it wasn’t always perfect, you two had your own arguments here or there, but it’s not like you two stayed mad at each other for too long. the first time you fought, he was for sure positive that that was it, that you were going to break up with him, but you had surprised him when you showed up to the hideout that same night and demanded you two talked about it like adults because ‘there is no way in hell i’m going to let us break up over a shitty misunderstanding’. he got into his head sometimes and you did the same, but you both always pushed through it. eddie’s never had a healthy relationship, so this was still all new territory to him – but he was just glad that it was with you that he was experiencing this. 
maybe it was easy because he loves you and vice versa – whatever it was, he’s grateful. 
the rest of the afternoon was spent eating the food, with you playfully feeding eddie grapes and with him complaining about how there were too many nuts in that all-natural shit you liked, which just ended up with you two giggling out of control at how laughable he sounded. the sun soon set and all that was left was the moonlight shining through the trees, you and eddie now laying on the blanket, your legs tangled up together as you both stared up at the moon. 
a happy sigh escaped your lips as you turned your head to lay it against his chest, his fingers gently tracing lines down your arm. “this has been perfect,” you mumbled softly against his chest, leaving a kiss over where his heart is. you could feel the skip of his heart and it made you giggle, looking up at him with a grin as you propped your chin on his chest to look at him properly. 
“yeah? maybe we should do this more often then, ya know?” he mumbled, his hand going up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his other hand cupping your cheek, to which you nuzzled up against it. “we’re in our own little world out here.” he commented, trying his best not to smirk at the furrow of your brows at his words. 
“are we, now?” you rose a brow at him, knowing exactly where the man was going with this. but there was no denying the way it excited you as you watched his dark, intense eyes stare into yours, both hands gripping your waist. a surprised yelp came from you as he hauled you onto his lap, your thick thighs now straddling him with your hands keeping you upright by pressing them next to his head on the blanket. 
your heaving chest was the perfect distance away from his face, your cheeks now flushed red as you stared down at him. the look he gave you was sending shivers down your spine, a little wet patch growing in your panties. “eddie,” you whispered softly, your hips rolling slightly against the growing tent in his pants, but the grin he gave you made you pause. 
“not yet, princess. i wanna taste my dessert first,” eddie mumbled, his voice now deepened into a husk as his hands gripped your waist even tighter, pulling you further up into a sitting position, your thighs now moved forward to settle on each side of his face. 
if possible, your face burned even brighter, your hands landing on top of the wicker basket as it helped you keep your balance. “eddie!” was all you could get out before it dissolved into a whiny cry as you felt his tongue flattened against your panties, the only barrier left between him and your pretty cunt. it used to make you insecure – with him wanting you to sit on his face, and you protesting because you were afraid that your weight would, quite literally, suffocate him, but he was anything if persistent and after the first time, you found that it was one of his favorite positions to have you. 
the man didn’t even bother to respond – his fingers bunched up your dress to your hips, before moving down to push your panties to the side, eyes gazing up at you at his tongue flattened against your clit, swirling it around the nub before giving it a gentle suck. your whimpers filled the forest, echoing throughout the quiet night. 
“more, please,” you gave into the pleasure, your hips grinding down against his mouth. his nose nudged against your clit, taking in a deep breath of your heady smell before his groan filled the air, as well. 
“with pleasure, babydoll,” came his clipped response, before eddie pulled you flushed to his mouth, his tongue lapping at your puffy cunt. your cries of pleasure indulged him, thrusting his tongue inside that perfect cunt of yours in the way that he knew would make you see stars soon enough. his fingers dug into your fleshy thighs, nails raking down your stretch marks. he tried to pull you as close as possible, your velvety walls fluttering around his tongue as if it was his cock, which was straining in his own jeans. but this was about you right now. he’s been dying to taste you since the moment you walked out of your car –  he could hardly wait any longer. 
you, on the other hand, were having a hard time keeping still, your hips squirming and your nails digging into the wicker basket, that creaked under the force. whine after whine tumbled from your lips, trying your best not to squeeze your thighs together, but eddie was making it hard for you not to. one of your hands shot down to tangle itself into his hair, tugging at his curls when you wanted him to go faster, the man eagerly responding as his tongue thrust faster and deeper inside your cunt, his thumb rubbing quick circles around your clit just the way you liked it. if he kept it up, there was no way that you were going to last. he always had a way when it came to making you cum easily. 
but you didn’t want it to end so soon. you lifted your hips slightly with shaky thighs, the man underneath you groaning in disappointment before it turned into a choked-out grunt when you flipped yourself around, your back now facing him. 
“princess, what are you – fuck!” eddie couldn’t quite finish his question when he saw you bend down, your leaking cunt hovering over his face, soft, doughy tummy pressed against his chest and your own face now hovering over his aching cock, your soft hands tugging the shaft out of his pants. 
“i wanna have my fun, too,” you pouted with feigned innocence, looking behind him all cutely. the straps of your dress had come undone from your squirming, the fallen top now revealing your pretty tits to the cold night’s air. “wanna take care of you,” you let out a happy sigh, lightly blowing against the angry red tip of his cock, laying kiss after kiss against it before lapping at the precum with your tongue. 
“oh fuck, yeah – yeah, whatever you want, baby,” all eddie could do was whimper as he let you have your way. but that didn’t mean he was done. before he could let out any more whimpers, he tugged you back down on his face, his tongue lapping at your juices, switching back and forth from your clit to thrusting his tongue inside your cunt, over and over, before thrusting two thick digits along with his tongue now. he knew how much you loved feeling full, filled to the brim to the point it was overwhelming, and he just loved indulging your desires. 
tears of sensitivity were already starting to prick the corner of your eyes at the way eddie was assaulting your cunt, a thin line of drool slipping past your lips. you squeezed your eyes shut before finally wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock, letting out a loud moan, sending vibrations down the shaft as you took him inch by inch, the tip grazing the back of your throat before pulling away altogether, your hand stroking him at a fast pace. you kept doing this over and over again, multiple times, teasing the squirming man underneath you. the moment you would feel him thrust into your mouth, you’d pull away, giving only little kitten licks against the veins that ran along his cock, his strained moans music to your ears. 
it wasn’t until you felt his fingers hit that sweet, sweet spot inside of you that you finally gave in, filling your mouth with his cock. you bobbed your head up and down, one of your hands pushing your hair away from your face while the other gently tugged and played with his balls. when he thrust his hips upwards, you didn’t pull away this time. you let it happen, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat and causing you to gag, a loud curse escaping eddie’s lips at the way your throat contracted around his cock. your eyes watered even more, but you let eddie continue to fuck your face, trying your best to breathe through your nose. you could feel your cunt start to flutter sporadically and with the way eddie’s hips were starting to falter, you knew he was close to the end too. 
you closed your eyes tightly, eddie’s arms now wrapped around your thighs and cunt pulled flushed against his face. his fingers slammed against your sweet spot one more time and you snapped, your loud cry coming out as a muffled sound around his cock, drenching eddie’s mouth, to which he lapped to the best of his ability. when his hips finally sputtered weakly, once, twice, he finally gave way to pleasure and emptied himself inside your eager mouth, his balls twitching with how much he’s been holding off thus far. 
your body finally gave way and fell limp over his legs, mouth pulled away from his softening cock. you swallowed what you had in your mouth, before coughing lightly as your body grew relaxed on top of him.
all that filled the air was a mixture of both of your pants, your thighs trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. when you finally had enough energy, you managed to twist yourself around again and fell in place by his side, his arms instantly wrapping themselves around your body and tugging you closer, warming you up. 
“shit, i’ll never get tired of that,” eddie sounded slightly hoarse, a cheeky grin on his lips as he tilted his head down to stare at you, wiggling his brows in a playful manner. 
your cheeks flushed more than they already were and you playfully smacked his chest, giggling at the offended look he shot you, “swear i need to stop giving into you so easily!” 
“don’t pretend you didn’t love it! remember, you were the one who said you wanted to try it in someplace public, would you rather do it in the pool–!”
“eddie, shut up!” 
“i will if you sit on my face again–”
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maddie7writes · 7 months
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A LITTLE TOO MUCH STYLES CHARM
content : plot around a threesome
summary : harry and y/n walk in on their son, his girlfriend, and someone they’ve never met
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elliot styles was every bit the heartthrob his dad was. the oldest and only boy out of his sisters, however they were all happily tucked in and asleep by midnight. his dad and mom were at a friends concert, and shouldn’t be back for another three to four hours.
so he slipped open his window and climbed down his balcony to help his girlfriend of two years, and a girl they met on a family vacation in bali two months ago into the massive estate. unaware of the camera outside every one of the kids balcony’s.
he was a seventeen year old boy, and his girlfriend had even suggested it. she wanted to experience both sides, and elliot was more then willing to give his love whatever she wanted. plus, he wasn’t letting this opportunity go.
everybody had been tested, both girls were on a pill, an nda had been signed, and condoms were on standby.
sooner then later clothes were torn off, and his california king size bed was being utilized.
“we’re getting old.” y/n sighed as harry carried her heels and she wore his socks into their house, which was oddly quiet. usually when the two went out, elliot would have a group of friends, or his girlfriend kenzie over. or athena would be in the kitchen using the home sound system. or at least a party going on in the backyard. harry and y/n shared a look, both clearly confused.
“are our kids as well?” harry narrowed his eyebrows. faintly- as they walked up the stairs, a chase atlantic played from down the hall along with a blue led light on. “he needs to turn on a light of he’s gonna be on his console.” y/n sighed. “let’s just leave him, i’m tired.” harry really didn’t want to open that door. especially when he heard a soft giggle, followed by a moan.
“are they hooking up?” y/n asked. “probably, but he knows to be safe.” harry said, y/n went to agree before they heard a different name then usual. “fuck angelina.” no doubly there son, and harry immediately dropped y/n’s heels and began to make a beeline for the door. when it swung open y/n immediately yelped when she both kenzie and whoever angelina was making out, with her son in the background.
“who the hell-.” harry began and shut up, both the girls jumped, kenzie grabbed the throw blanket to cover herself, ‘angelina’s’ eyes got really wide. “dad! what the hell!” elliot said, grabbing his boxers and kenzie. “get her- them dressed. and get her out of my house, i’ll call the car for kenzie.” harry’s voice dropped an octave as he directed them and began to shut the door, y/n scoffed and pushed past harry. “is she tested? harry fucking move she probably didn’t sign an nda. this is so disrespectful to kenzie, elliot. i thought i raised you better.” she shook her head.
“it was my idea mrs.styles i’m so sorry-.” kenzie began to apologize, y/n shook her head. “no darling you don’t have to apologize, please just go ahead and clean yourself and get ready okay? do you need a place to sleep tonight?” she asked. kenzie shook her head and y/n went to go talk to her in elliot’s bathroom.
harry shook his head and began to walk away before elliot got his boxers on and went to get his dad. “dad- i got an nda for her and she was tested.”
“was it really kenzie’s idea.” it wasn’t a question, harry’s tone was demanding and practically terrifying. elliot had never heard it before, at least not to him. “yes, she wanted to see what it was like with a girl. i wanted to make her happy and i wasn’t exactly opposed to it.”
“you didn’t pressure her at all into agreeing?” harry’s eyebrow raised. elliot shook his head, “she was nervous to tell me because she didn’t want to pressure me.” he said softly, harry sighed. “does she have a ride?” he asked. “said she she got herself, kenz was gonna spend the night and angelina was going to leave right after.” he explained. harry bit his bottom lip.
“i did this shit to, when i first started out. i wasn’t upset you were doing it, i was upset but mainly worried about how kenzie felt. as long as you’re being safe, then i don’t care about your sex life. but kenzie has to be the priority as long as you to are together.” harry lectured. “i love her, she always comes first. she knows that.” elliot said, like his dad, he loved and loved hard. y/n came out into the hallway with kenzie.
“anaglina must’ve crawled out your window. did she get tested? was there an nda?” kenzie was in pajamas, with a greatful look on her face. “yes and yes. we were being safe.” elliot said, kenzie joined his side and grabbed his hand. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t realize how much has to go into this. and i didn’t mean to cause any problems mr and mrs styles.” she looked between harry and y/n. harry shook his head, “don’t worry about it, we were worried about you.” he said.
“if elliot ever does wrong by you, let us know.” y/n winked with a smirk, kenzie blushed and laughed. “go back to bed, and sleep in it.” harry added the last part. “don’t worry, you all have killed any mood there was.” elliot sighed before guiding kenzie by the small of her back and into his room.
“any chance we have a mood tonight?”
“tired, harry. your son just cock blocked you.”
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Long Live - DR3 x fem!OC
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Summary: An early morning phone call, a failed concussion exam, and an Instagram post lead to just one thing. A statement from Red Bull Racing released the Thursday morning before Silverstone. Oracle Red Bull Racing regret that Max Verstappen has failed his concussion assessment following his crash at the Red Bull Ring last week. Max is doing well, but as per the medical advice he will not drive in the event this weekend. In his place Third Driver Daniel Ricciardo will drive the RB19 for this weekend.
Warnings: Mentions of past crashes, Blake and Em scheming, mentions of cheating (not our loves!)
Words: 8.6k
A/N: Happy Danny Ric Race Week! This has been planned for…yeah so long. So, so long. Silverstone has been where so much of our stuff hinged and we’re so excited to get to share at last. Let us know what you think.
July 2023
Em glared at her suitcase. Dan’s was neatly packed - not that he needed much, his outfit for the weekend was jeans and Red Bull merch. But she needed a week and a bit of clothes for their time in Northamptonshire, plus changes. And with a limited supply thanks to the now prominent bump she was miserable about it. But they had to leave in the next few minutes or they might be late getting to Silverstone.
“You packed?” Dan asked, watching her shake her head. “Does the new stuff help?”
“Yeah. It feels ok.” The box had been sitting at reception waiting for them when they got back from the whistle stop trip to Perth, a gift from Lewis when he found out about her pregnancy. She’d mentioned once or twice that she hated the feel of some fabrics, and the clothes were soft and stretchy, comfortable for her and the baby. She was wearing one of them now, a lilac empire waist dress with black leggings that helped support her belly.
“Gimme a sec.” His phone started ringing almost too loudly for seven fifteen, Em zipping the case but leaving it for Dan to lift. Charlie had texted a photo of the brunch she and Blake had gone for that morning. He wasn’t back until the tyre test, and she missed having him there.
“Emmy?” Dan sounded dazed as he came into the room.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
It was quiet for a moment before he spoke. “I’m driving this weekend. I…I’m in the car this weekend. Max didn’t pass concussion protocol, the new rules are if you don’t pass it before Thursday morning you don’t pass for the weekend. I’m in his car. Fuck. I’m driving.”
He lifted her with a grin, spinning her around and holding as tightly as he could before Em kissed her husband, separating with a grin.
“You’re driving the RB19? For the race?”
“Yeah.”
“We need to tell everyone.”
It was a frantic phone call to Blake as they piled into the car, Dan putting the bags in the boot. The first two attempts went unanswered, but finally the third was answered.
“Dan I swear to God I used to leave you and Em alone when you were-“
“Blake it’s Em. I’m using his phone.”
“Oh, shit. Sorry. What’s up Timmy?”
“You and Charlie need to get on a plane. Dan’s driving this weekend. Max is out after the crash last week, he’s in.”
They’d watched the race the previous weekend from Perth, Checo crashing into Max at turn three and pushing them both off track. The two cars had been pushed into the barrier, Max losing consciousness for a moment. Em had watched terrified until she heard him over the radio, Dan gripping her hand tightly. It could have been so much worse, especially on a weekend already filled with tragedy.
“Fuck. Seriously? What time is it what can we get?” Blake’s voice came through the speakers in the car as Em was already searching flights. She turned the tablet to Dan, pointing at the direct Qantas one and the five tickets she had ready to go.
“I’m booking you on the Qantas direct, you get in here at five tomorrow morning. Give Callum a call, tell him to come too. I’ve business for Joe and Grace, the three of you are stuck in economy I’m sorry.”
“That doesn’t matter, we’ll get there. Somehow. You sure about Cal?” It was Charlie speaking and Em smiled.
“Positive. He’ll love it, we’ve got the passes. He can watch the race from the garage.”
“Ok. I’m gonna get packed and call Cal. Want me to pick up your parents?”
“They’ll probably pick you up, you’re at Charlies?” The organisation decided, Charlie promised to text when the five of them were at the airport. While Dan drove Em got on the phone with Qantas, putting on her charm and using her surname liberally so she could try get seats organised. It wasn’t much, but Charlie and Blake had a row to themselves and Callum had extra leg room so it was a little more comfortable.
The last thing she could do before relaxing for the drive was stare at her instagram account. The original plan was she’d wait at the hotel for the night so the pregnancy news could die down. But now she had to be there in just two hours. The post was written, ready to go, the carefully staged photos of their vans and the baby ones Dan had bought the day after they found out she was pregnant but had hidden until things were safe. The tiny little scan photo showing their bean. This was real.
“Ready for the world to know you knocked me up?” It was crude and blunt and made Dan laugh so it was worth it, Em grinning as his laughter filled the car.
“Ready for the world to know you’re stuck with me forever?”
“Feels right.”
She hit post, waiting for the chaos. Red Bull were announcing that Max was out at 9.30, so hopefully that would start to overshadow everything. Carefully she read the caption again and smiled at it. Baby Ric. Half Brit, half Aussie, already the coolest kid in the world. We really can’t wait to meet you, sunshine.
This was a good thing. Everyone who needed to know was aware that she was announcing it this weekend. Limited comments made it easy, the people she’d met mostly through Dan commenting congratulations publicly. She could breathe. The world was always going to find out about the baby but this made being pregnant real to her. It was actually happening.
They were nearly to the track when Dan’s phone rang again, Em hitting answer on the car screen.
“Hey Grace, Dan’s driving. We’re almost there.”
“Emmy, how’re you feeling? We’re waiting at the gate, the plane’s here and we should be on soon.”
“I’m good. News about the baby is officially out now.”
“How do you feel?”
“Excited. I think. I’ll tell you tomorrow. Fly safe, tell everyone I love them.”
The roads around the track were closed to the public, Dan getting through when he showed his paddock pass and people recognised him. Finally they were in the car park, pulling into the Red Bull Driver spot. This was real.
“You ready for this?” Em asked, watching as her husband ran his fingers through his hair, the thick gold band glinting in the sun.
“Yeah. I think I am. I want this. I want to be there, I want to drive well. I want to be on that podium again. Do you think I can do it?” It was the most honest he’d been about driving, the most open he’d been apart from nights in bed where only the dark surrounded them.
“Yes. I know you can do this. This is the track where you had your first race, where you did your first test. You can do this, Danny. I believe in you.” His smile lit up at her words as he put his hand on her belly, leaning down to press a kiss to it.
“And for this little one. Can’t embarrass her at the first race people know about her.”
“I thought we agreed it was they until we know?”
“She’s a girl. I know it. Because Lulu isn’t going to make us argue over a boys name, are you sweetheart?” It was quiet for a moment before Dan squeezed her fingers. “Time to face the media.”
“Let’s go.”
The first person in a Red Bull shirt they spotted was Simon, a smile spreading across Em’s face as she saw him. He was sticking to hospitality for most of the weekend, but agreed to help out if needed. It didn’t take long for them to be at the paddock gates, Em staring at them with trepidation.
“Good luck. Lewis went in about five minutes ago with Roscoe, that might have pulled some photogs away. People are delighted for you, there’s gonna be good wishes.”
She nodded at Simon before stepping through the gate, scanning her pass and waiting for Dan. It felt so different to a usual race weekend with him. There was no Michael around, no Blake yet, no bags being carried with helmets or gear. That was all coming down, it’d be there. Right now they needed to make it to Red Bull. She’d sit in hospitality or walk down to Aston to say hi to Lawrence, depending on what was going on. It was fine.
“Daniel! Emma! Congratulations! How does it feel to be driving?” The news had filtered out and questions were being thrown around but Dan just smiled and waved as they made it through the paddock. Different kids and fans came up with hats and merch to sign and he signed it all, Em standing there and fiddling with the FEA bracelet that she rarely took off. A couple of parents made small talk with her while the kids got photos with Dan, running off grinning. But finally they were at the Energy Station.
The moment they arrived in there was rapturous applause, a banner across the seating area with “IT’S A RICCIARDO” and a stork on it. Em blushed and grinned while Dan put an arm around her waist to hold her close as he nodded.
“Thanks guys, thanks. Much appreciated. Any idea where I’m supposed to go?”
“Engineering in five.” Christian stepped up as most of the team went back to where they were supposed to be. “Congratulations on the pregnancy. I know I already said it, but I mean it. You deserve some happiness. Em if you want to stay here feel free, or if you want to go up to Dan’s driver room you can. Is Blake around?”
“On his way back from Perth.” Em pulled a notebook from her handbag, flipping it open with practiced ease. “I’m back to work at least until he’s here, he wasn’t going to come back until testing. What do you need?”
“Just wanted to check timings. I got an email from him for four paddock passes, is that right? Charlie Clarke, Callum Clarke, and Dan’s parents?”
“Yeah. Blake’s partner, her brother, and my in laws. Are they ok?”
“Of course, yeah. You know that. Just wanted to be sure, they’ll be ready for tomorrow. We’ve an engineering briefing, Dan’s in the TV pen. I was going to send someone from PR with him, if you want to put a Red Bull shirt on you can follow him recording Em if you like. Whatever suits. Here’s the list of interviewers”
“Thanks Christian. Give me an hour?”
“Of course. See you in a couple Dan.”
She kissed her husband as chastely as they ever could, smiling at him.
“You know this car inside out. You know it as well as you know me. You know how it behaves. They would be putting Yuki in it and putting you in the Alpha Tauri if they had any doubts about you. You can do this, Baby.” Dan smiled and squeezed her hand before he left.
She sat in the hospitality with tea in front of her, her tablet open tracking the flight from Perth as she drank her tea and ran down the list of interviewers. It’d be easy, and her bump was still small enough that a large tee would be wearable. A woman sat beside her and she smiled.
“Em? Right? I’m Carola.” Em smiled at the other woman, switching off the screen.
“Nice to meet you. You’re Checo’s wife? It’s so lovely to meet you, I’ve seen you at a couple of races.”
“You too. Congratulations. This is your first?”
“It’s our first baby, yeah.” It didn’t hurt as much to say that anymore. Admitting it was the their first baby was true.
“It’s pretty great. This is our fourth, I’m due in October.”
They chatted for a few moments, Dan returning a few minutes later with a shirt for her.
“Vicky said she’d do it with me, but if you want to feel free. Wanna do it?”
“Yeah, let’s.” Dan took her hand to help her up. “We’ll talk later? It’s lovely to meet you Carola, but work calls.”
“Oh?” She seemed confused and Em smiled.
“My day job is his assistant. And his manager’s, but Blake isn’t here today. Time to get going!”
She followed Dan to the pen, smiling and staying out of the cameras as he answered the questions. It was mostly about the car and getting into it, but Ted at Sky couldn’t resist it.
“And your wife is at the track with you today, how does it feel to be able to tell everyone you’re having a baby?”
“Well Em is doing the hard work! But yeah, we’re excited. Its been a really, really good week for us.”
“That’s great. Congratulations to both of you.”
Em ended up back in hospitality while Dan was doing more work, but this time making phone calls left, right, and centre. Every hotel had a call in if they had a spare room, and she finally managed to get a caravan delivered to beside where Dan’s motorhome was. They could put Grace and Joe in the motorhome, Callum on the motorhome couch, and the other four would fit in the caravan. It was tight but could do it. Carola sat beside her as she ended the final call.
“Busy?”
“Yeah. Dan’s parents are flying in from Perth, so getting a caravan for them. How’re you? Are the kids here?”
“No they’re at home. How long have you worked with Daniel?” She was quiet as she spoke, younger than Em.
“Nearly four years? Japan 2019 was my first official race, but we were friends and together for years before that. I was complaining about work, Blake needed an assistant, so here I am.”
“He wanted you to travel?”
“Definitely. Being apart hurt. We’re working out how next year will go if he gets a seat, it’s gonna be toughs with a baby. But it’s worth it.”
“You’ll travel with the baby?”
“Definitely. Dan wants to be hands on and around for everything. We’ll make it work.”
“Oh. Well, this is my first time at Silverstone. Can you tell me about it?”
They chatted until Checo came over and saw them talking, speaking to his wife in Spanish before Carola said goodbye and they went to their own motorhome. Dan was a bit longer, coming back and giving her a kiss.
“Have fun?”
“I have a caravan beside your motorhome, and I had a really good chat with Carola. She’s lovely.”
“Checo’s wife?”
“Yeah. She’s sweet.”
The night was filled with nerves for both of them, different to any other race that Dan had done. Nights before fp1 before were easier. He knew the car. This time it was a car he’d never driven in real life before, but she was determined to be positive. He deserved at least that.
The news that the flight had landed woke them up, Blake promising to make their way up after they showered and ate. It’d be fine, they’d arrive in time for fp2 so she could relax then.
The yells for Dan as they walked into the paddock that morning were overwhelming. There was fans wearing ancient Aston Martin Red Bull 3 hats to make them grin, Em following her husband and holding his hand the entire way through.
Usually she’d be working away but Dan had told her to enjoy it. So she was, sitting in the garage with headphones on, watching as GP gave Dan some last minute encouragement. There he was in his race suit, helmet under his arm as he came across.
“Go fast and be safe.” He grinned as she spoke, kissing her quickly.
“I can do this, right?”
“Of course you can. I’m gonna be right here when you come back.”
She stayed in that spot for the full sixty minutes, watching as they got him used to the car. He wasn’t setting the timing screen alight, but he was firmly in the top ten. And in a sick delight that she’d never admit he was above the McLarens. She’d had to keep her mouth shut around Brown at all times, beating Lando and Oscar gave her a joy.
Instead of hospitality for lunch she went over to Mercedes while Dan was in meetings. Susie had promised a chat, and the two women sat in the sunlight with Roscoe sitting on the bench beside them. Em ate her wrap while petting the dog, promising to stay there for a few minutes while Susie ran back in. Now that she was officially the enemy she couldn’t go in like before, but being with someone was fine.
“Emmy!” She turned and saw Grace a little bit away, her mother in law wrapping her in a hug. Em relaxed against her, nodding at everyone else.
“Hey, it’s so good to see you all. Blake, Dan’s in engineering meetings. P6 in practice, Checo was P1. They seem happy so far.” Blake nodded and she watched him kiss Charlie before jogging towards the Red Bull Energy Station. “Welcome to Silverstone. I’m just waiting for Susie to come back and take Roscoe, then I’ll show you around.”
“Em. That’s not…is it?” Callum asked, Em smiling.
“Want to pet Lewis’ dog? He’s so sweet.”
The way Callum lit up petting the dog was great, and it wasn’t long until Susie was back with his lead to take Roscoe inside with a wave. Em led everyone else back to the Energy Station and found a table for them all.
“It’s gonna be a tight squeeze, but we’ve made it work. Grace, Joe, you’ve got Dan’s motorhome-“
“But he needs his-“
“It’s Dan. Do you think he’d be ok if you weren’t being looked after? You’re in there. I managed to get a two bed caravan brought in. It’s tight, but Charlie, you and Blake have one room. Dan and I are in the other. Sorry Cal, you’re stuck on the couch.”
“That’s fine. Thanks, Em. Seriously. I never thought I’d be here.”
“Enjoy every minute of it. You can watch from the garage if you like, or I got you a grandstand ticket too. Whatever you want.”
“You’re amazing.” He reached around her shoulder for a hug, Em giving him one before taking a deep breath.
“I’m just really glad you’re all here. It’s been a whirlwind.”
“How’s the baby?”
“They’re fine. We’re good. Just tired. It’s gonna be a week with everything. But it’s ok.” Dan came by a few moments later with his race suit tied around his hips.
“Navy suits you,” Joe told him and Em could see the pride on her in-laws faces at their son. Dan put his hand on her stomach for a moment as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“Good to see you. We can get dinner later? I’ve been in meetings all day when I’m not in the car, GP reckons they can let me go an hour or so after practice if nothing weird comes up. But practice in ten. Cal, you coming into the garage for it?”
“What?”
“C’mon.” Em went to stand up but Dan stopped her. “Stay there, you’ve been on your feet all day. I’ll be back in a little while.”
“Go fast and be safe.”
“Promise.”
The four who were left stayed in hospitality to watch practice, Em glad to be in the air conditioning. She relaxed with them to watch, greeting Dan as he came back. Their group was just back at the caravans when her phone rang.
“Is that Emma Ricciardo?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Hi, I’m calling from Hilton Silverstone. We have a room available, you said you wanted it?”
“I’ll be there in ten. Thank you!” She hung up and went into the one they were sharing, Callum on the couch looking at his phone.
“Grab your stuff.”
“Huh?”
“I got you a hotel room, c’mon. We’re going. I’m gonna tell Dan, maybe we can give Blake and your sister some privacy.”
“They’re in that new love touchy feely mode. It’s not fun.”
“It is for them.”
She filled Dan in on what she was doing, her husband grinning and kissing her quickly. Grace was making dinner for them all, they’d eat in the motor home and give Blake and Charlie a bit of privacy. When he went into the second bedroom to say it she heard a yell, followed by Dan’s “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
By the time they were outside Callum had his stuff in the boot of Em’s little Fiat, Em sitting in to bring him. Security was strict, showing her pass nearly not enough to get her to the hotel car park. Finally they were in and Callum got out, waving and promising to meet them in hospitality in the morning. He was a grown adult, he could do what he wanted to.
Saturday morning Em was exhausted. Her stomach was filled with butterflies for the last couple of days thanks to stress and nerves, and she was terrified watching Dan go out in the car. But she had to trust everyone on that pit wall had her husband’s best interests at heart. If they didn’t then Dan wouldn’t get in the car.
She’d forgotten what it felt like to arrive at a race as the partner of a driver. It was different compared to Thursday and Friday, now it was the business end of the weekend. It felt like every photo was of her bump, of how she kept one hand on top of it when she was speaking. The hugs her friends gave her were photographed and carefully checked. Chloe had texted her one of her and Lance with a grin and a it’s unfair my brother sees you before I do that Em had sent a selfie back to. Chloe’s fault for being in Colorado with Scotty.
That morning while Charlie and Dan were getting ready Em and Blake had a conversation about what this weekend could lead to. The ultimate goal was a seat for Dan with Red Bull. But Em’s photos with people around the paddock would help with the media game and that was what she had to do. See her friends and people she liked, smile widely and get photos taken. It sucked that she had to, but the more it seemed like other teams were interested the more it would help.
Lawrence had known immediately what was happening, laughing with her and staring around at a photographer.
“Making it seem like we’ll sign Daniel? You know that it was never any of our-“
“Lawrence it wasn’t your fault. Or Seb’s. He apologised to Dan so many times last season. It all started from Monaco. I know for a fact there were discussions with people from Baku. You were at our wedding, you know we don’t blame Aston for anything.”
“I know. But still.”
“But nothing. How’re you doing? How’s Lance, I haven’t really talked to him much.”
They separated with the older man promising that the baby was receiving a bag of Aston Martin merch, Em laughing that Dan wouldn’t let it in the house as she said goodbye.
Practice was spent in the Energy Station, sipping a smoothie while she watched the screen. Joe sat beside her, Grace in the garage to watch for a while.
“Are you doing ok? I know Dan says he is, and I know you’ll pretend to the world you are, but are you really? You didn’t expect this.”
“Nobody expected it. It’s kind of insane.” She ran through the timeline with him, how Dan had come home from filming and in the sim the night before with no idea and then they were running so he’d make meetings and media. As she talked Max came into the room and sat at their table.
“Em. Joe. Sorry for putting Dan out like this, but he’s enjoying being in the car of course?”
“He is. Are you ok?”
In a different world Em thought they could have been close. Dan loved Max like a brother, and Em liked him as a person. But it was the people around him who she couldn’t stand. From the first time they’d met his father tried to make her feel less than, and Dan had told her the story of Kelly trying to ask him out shortly after she and Daniil had split up. She knew better than almost anyone how hard it was to cut those ties, but she couldn’t let herself be close to people who couldn’t cut them themselves.
“Getting there. I’m allowed look at screens now. Of course the crash was not my fault but that’s not something I can say outside. I spoke to Christian and he said we’d talk about it later. But this cannot continue.”
“I’m really glad you’re ok. We were watching, it was scary.”
“Thank you. You will tell Daniel that I was asking about him? They want to film something with the three of us later. He can be the padding.”
“We will. Look after yourself.”
He left and Joe looked at her with a small smile. “If I didn’t know about walls here and ears I’d say something.”
“It’s been bad. That’s all I’ll say.”
Red Bull had done well to hide how awful the relationship between the drivers was, but it was ice cold. Max barely acknowledged Checo when the cameras weren’t watching. There was a reason Dan was the one who was in all the videos with them. Max had only just left when Carola came over, taking a seat.
“Joe, have you met Carola? She’s Checo’s wife, she was so nice to me on Thursday when it was just us here. Carola, my father in law, Joe Ricciardo. I promise he’s not actually scary.” The younger woman smiled, holding out her hand for Joe to shake.
“You all came for the race?”
“Of course. Seeing Dan in a car again? With a team that supports him? The second we got the call we were looking for flights. Emmy had it organised, she was booking them already.”
“It was easier booking all five of you than everyone booking separately. I’m just glad we could.” It was quiet conversation between the three of them until Joe stood up.
“I‘ll stretch my legs. Em, text me if either of you ladies want anything. You don’t need to stand and get it, that’s what we’re for.” He left and Carola looked at Em confused.
“He’s Daniel’s dad, right? He acts like he’s yours.”
“We’re family. I’ve known him since before Dan and I started dating. It’s part of how I know Dan’s going to be such a good dad when the baby arrives. Plus, we’ve got a hard stop on when he’s driving.”
“Why?” The question was tinged with something more than just politeness, but Em kept going.
“He doesn’t want to miss the big events. The baby’s going to start school in 2027, so 2026 will be his last year if he gets a seat. We’ll be in Australia, it’s too far. It’s different for Louise, she’s in Europe. It’s even different for you, you’re in Mexico, right? How long is the flight?”
“Eleven hours to London. It’s ok.”
“Not bad. It’s seventeen from Perth if you get the direct one.”
“So Daniel will retire?”
“Yeah. I do most of the parenting till then, and then we swap. I get to decide what I want to do and he’ll be the main parent. It won’t be easy for us, but it’s what we want. Do you have photos of your kids? I think I saw them in Mexico last year but I wasn’t too well.”
“I remember! Daniel drove well. Here’s the three of them.”
It was oohing and awwing at the kids, Grace coming back and joining in. She pulled out the photos of Isaac and Isabella, Em feeling like she’d joined some secret club of parents who were so proud of their kids and their accomplishments. Carola was quiet, but she was nice to chat to. They’d never really be friends, they were too different, but having someone who knew the fear watching each race was something she could appreciate.
Finally it was time for qualifying. Em watched as Dan brought the car smoothly out of the pits, the car reacting just how he wanted it to. She hadn’t seen it like this since the Renault days, the car moving how he wanted it to. That smile as he put his helmet on, her and Callum standing listening to the radio. It was jarring hearing GP talk to Dan, but it fit somehow. She watched as he did his runs, not even the red flag stopping him from safely making it into Q2.
Em had nearly forgotten what it felt like to not worry about Dan going out in Q1. But she didn’t realise until the car was wheeled back in fully that Checo had been knocked out, the other driver’s face like thunder as he hopped out of the car and started the walk down to be weighed.
“That makes five in a row,” Callum whispered to her and Em shaking her head in response.
“Later. But I know.”
Q2 was tighter. Dan had told her that the only thing that Christian had said to him was he was expected to make it into Q3. Doing that was a good day for him with so little time in the car before now. She held her breath as Logan Sargeant had yet another lap time deleted, Daniel P10 and scraping through. Blake took her hand at the end of the round, squeezing once.
“He’s fine. He’s improving every lap, and he’s got a new set of softs for this. It’s Dan.”
“I know. I know.”
The last round was almost painful. Em held her breath as the chequered flag came out, Dan last to go across the line. He’d been in p10 until that lap, pushing him up into p5 and starting just behind the Ferraris.
“P5 Daniel. Great job, good spot for tomorrow.”
“Ah I’m sorry. It should have been higher.” She could hear the annoyance in himself as he spoke, wanting to hug her husband.
“Dan you did great. Little bit of traffic compromised the lap slightly and you still brought it home. This is a good base to go from tomorrow. Well done.”
The one thing that truly annoyed Em was that this was the first race McLaren had showed true promise in. A tractor of a car last year, unreliable and temperamental the year before, but now it was a front row lockout. Her annoyance at that team would always be there, but this was the time for her to smooth her face and grin because Dan had put in a hell of a performance. And beaten his teammate by eleven grid places. No big deal.
Dan was sent out early that night for an early arrival to the track the next morning. Everyone piled into the weird little golf cart to bring them back to the drivers campsites to relax. They were on the couch when Blake and Charlie stood up and grabbed their jackets.
“Blake’s bringing me on the ferris wheel and for food. There’s some of the nutritionist approved driver meals in the fridge, and I made sure there’s a bag of peach rings for you there too Em. We’ll be gone for oh, I dunno, three or four hours? Have fun!” Em laughed as the two of them left the exact same way she and Dan had the night before, leaning against her husband for a kiss.
“Does it make us old if I say I want food before anything else?” She asked, watching the grin spread on Dan’s face.
“Considering you’re growing a whole extra human no, no it doesn’t. You’re 18 weeks yesterday, right?”
“Yup. Almost halfway to meeting them.”
“Her.” She pushed against Dan to stand up, smiling as he got up.
“Them. We don’t find out for another three weeks. What if they’re a boy? What then?”
“Then I’ll love him all the same. But I just know. This baby is a girl, and she’s gonna be our Luna. Aren’t you, Lulu?”
“You need some food. C‘Mon. It’s an early night for race car drivers.”
Sunday morning dawned too early for both of them, staring at the clock until it was time to get up. It was real. Dan was driving in Silverstone again, and he was going to be in a good car. Em had so much faith in him.
“Promise me something?” She asked as he held her before they got out of bed.
“Anything.”
“Don’t leave anything out there. We don’t know what’s going to happen. But I don’t want you to have any regrets about this race or driving this car. Go out there and focus on driving as well as you can and as fast as you can. I’ve got faith in you, Danny.”
“I love you so much. I’m gonna do it. Alex bet me a hundred pounds that he’ll finish ahead of me. I’ve got to at least beat him.” Em giggled, laughing as Dan turned them over to kiss her before getting out of bed.
Getting ready to go to the paddock felt normal, and when they got into the main area of the caravan everyone was there with breakfast. Grace was cooking bacon and eggs, there were fresh rolls someone had gone out to get, and a big fruit salad in the middle of the table. The five others who were there clapped as Dan came out in an Enchante hoodie, Joe pointing to one of the seats.
“Your mother has food now, cmon and sit down. She texted Michael, he gave her a list of what to make.”
Em was missing the fourth member of their quartet. She’d hugged him briefly on Thursday, but there was so little time to see him. He had a week off in London and had promised to at least get lunch with her which was something. But she ate and laughed and walked into the paddock holding Dan’s hand for the fourth day in a row. They could do this. It’d be fine.
The mornings of races were usually chaotic, and this was no exception. She brought Callum upstairs to watch the F3 and F2 races from the roof of the garages, watching his face light up as he saw the cars battle it out.
“Would you do something like this? Charlie said you want to be a mechanic.”
“Not F1. The travel would kill me. I dunno how you and Dan and Blake do it. But a karting circuit or something, I’d like to help out there. My mates and I go most weeks, I usually help out with the mechanics there.” She nodded at him. All she’d known about him before the trip was he was Charlie’s brother, a massive F1 fan, and he recognised Blake the moment he walked into Charlie’s parents house. But he was smart and polite, and he didn’t let being starstruck stop him from chatting to other drivers. Watching him joke around with Esteban and Lance for a few moments when Lance had come over to say hi to her was a highlight.
Finally it was time for Dan to start going out. The cheer from the grandstand as his vintage car went past made Em grin broadly. No matter what she was going to enjoy this day. If this was the final race it was with people who cared about Dan, who wanted him to do well and loved him. That was more important than anything else.
“Your husband’s popular today.” Christian stood beside her and Em nodded.
“Isn’t it why you hired him? He’s always popular. I just want today to go well for him.”
“It will.” The certainty in his voice nearly startled her. “This is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him before a race. Ever. I’ve got a good feeling about today.”
Dan came back in and changed before coming down, kissing Em and bending down to kiss her bump. She smiled with watery proud eyes before kissing his cheek.
“Remember what I said this morning. But more importantly, go fast and be safe. I love you.”
“I love you too, Wrinkles. See you on the other side.”
Waiting for the race to begin was an age. There was the trip to the grid, the grid walk playing on the telly beside her, and then the formation lap began. As it did Charlie stepped beside her, holding her hand tightly.
“You ok?” She asked, Em nodding.
“There’s a decent chance a camera will be on my face at some point. But yeah. I will be. I just want to watch Dan and make sure he’s ok.”
One ear on her headphones was Dan’s radio, the other was the commentary from Sky. The cars were lined up and she watched the lights blink off.
“And it’s lights out and away we go! Carlos Sainz had a slow getaway, letting Daniel Ricciardo in the Red Bull get the better of him. The two McLarens are still first and second, but they’ve got a Ferrari less than a second back, and a driver with something to prove currently in fourth.”
“Good work getting away, Daniel. Currently P4, P4, with-“
“I don’t want to know who’s ahead. Let me know if anyone behind me is coming close, but otherwise if I need to know I’ll ask, ok?”
“Understood.”
Fifty two laps went past quicker than Em could have thought. It was terrifying. She watched the screen on lap three as DRS was enabled and Dan slid on the inside of Charles around a corner.
“And I think the last of the late brakers is definitely back with us, that was classic Ricciardo right there.”
“Look at him, it’s such a difference to last year. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. He’s got his replacement in his sights and I don’t know if this McLaren can hold up much of a fight.”
“He’s not going to make it two overtakes in four corners is oh wait he is! That was skill and talent and trusting the car you’re in. I dare say that rivals a Lewis Hamilton in 2014 or 2015 overtake.”
“I think you’re right Crofty, he’s really making this count. Up to P2 now and we’re three laps in. Meanwhile his teammate lost a position at the start and is currently battling Tsunoda!”
Em stared at the timer, the gap between Dan and Lando dropping from three seconds to two, and finally he was inside DRS range. The rear wing opened and she watched her husband do the overtake on the McLaren car, pulling ahead and going around the corner in a sweeping motion.
The garage erupted in cheers from the pit crew watching the screens, “c’mon Danny boy!” heard from a couple of them. Em kept a hold of Charlie’s hand, breathing deeply with her other one kept steady on her bump. He could do this. He could do it. This was Monaco, but a fully working engine. This was the proof that Dan hadn’t lost everything. That the trust Red Bull had put in him wasn’t misplaced.
As the pit stops happened she rolled her shoulders to get some tension out, but he was still out there. Finally he was called back in, a nearly thirty second gap to Lewis behind him. It was tight, so tight that Em held her breath while he was in the pits, watching as he came out just ahead of Lewis. This was it.
“That’s Lewis one point three behind, try to open a gap so he doesn’t get into DRS. They’ve got some good race pace.”
“What about the McLarens?”
“Behind Lewis.”
“Copy. Clear to push to the end?”
“Clear to push.”
Dan’s soft tyres did what they were supposed to, pushing him forward and propelling him to a gap. Em watched everyone in the garage stand as the chequered flag was waved, her husband in P1 as tears fell down her face. He’d done it. He’d won at Silverstone and he’d won a race and he had nothing left to prove. Nothing.
“I’m sorry. I thought I’d get Carlos at the end. Sorry for not winning it for you.”
“Dan what are you talking about?”
“I’m P2, right?”
“Daniel it’s Christian. You were about to lap Carlos, he got a puncture and had to pit. You did it. You won the race.”
“I won?”
The shock in his voice was clear, Blake holding Em up as she listened. He didn’t even know.
“You won, mate. You’re a British Grand Prix winner and a nine time Grand Prix winner. Come on back in and pull up at the big number one.”
It felt like an instant that Em was pulled down to Parc Ferme, half walking, half running down the pit lane. Blake had one hand and Charlie had the other, and she knew she was on camera but she couldn’t care how she looked because she needed to see her husband right that moment.
The mechanics let her through to the barrier, standing beside GP and Christian. She knew Dr Marko was somewhere nearby but she ignored, focusing on the navy car pulling in and the roar of the crowd as Dan stopped the car. His head tilted forward against the steering wheel before he pulled it out and unbuckled his seatbelt. He got out and stood on the halo for a moment, thumping his chest three times. Em covered her mouth, the memories of Monaco and Monza hitting her full force. That was her husband. He’d won in Silverstone.
She watched him get weighed and then he ran straight across to grab her, leaning across the barrier to kiss her.
“You went fast.”
“I promised, didn’t I?”
“I’m so fucking proud of you right now, Baby. So proud. Go do a shoey for us?”
“Of course.”
She watched him get enveloped by the team, Christian grabbing him for a hug before Dan was brought over for his interview. Lewis and Lando both hijacked it, the younger driver’s “I mean his missus is British so technically this is also his home race, right?” Making the crowd cheer even louder. Finally they were led up to the drivers cooldown room and the podium.
His grin was impossible to miss. Dan stood on that top step, GP on the constructor’s podium as Advance Australia Fair rang out across Northamptonshire. She watched the champagne be sprayed in slow motion, Lewis and Lando taking full opportunity to spray him before Dan pulled his racing boot off and poured into it. The crowd was chanting “shoey” as he drank, holding the boot aloft like a goblet. The other drivers followed suit, even GP taking a sip before pouring the rest of it out. Em felt like she’d burst with pride as her entire family was there with them to celebrate Dan’s success.
It took an age for Dan to be free from press but Em didn’t mind. She walked the paddock to see friends, giving hugs to the drivers she knew well enough. Charles stopped her to specifically congratulate her on the pregnancy, giving a hug and promising to give her Italian baby books so the baby wouldn’t just speak English. He was disappointed after his race so she just hugged him and promised to cheer him on in the next one.
Finally Dan was free, and the hug he gave her was everything. The seven of them went for dinner together nearby, a private room that someone from Red Bull managed to get them. There was a party in his honour from Red Bull, Em insisting Dan at least showed his face at it. By nine he was back in the caravan they were sharing with Blake and Charlie, food on the table for the four of them as they curled up on the couches. Blake was the first one to break the silence.
“Christian asked me for a meeting tomorrow. Me and him while Dan’s prepping for the tyre test. The paddock rumour is Checo and his wife had a fight on Saturday night in his motorhome. She threatened to leave him.”
“Oh shit. Saturday was when we were talking and I told her our plans.” Em explained the entire conversation she had with Carola about Dan being an involved parent and the travel plans they had for the baby. Charlie started giggling as she spoke.
“You psyched her out! You showed her what her life could be like if he wasn’t a cheating cunt - do not shush me Blake Friend I didn’t care about F1 then and I saw the videos - and actually cared about his family. She’s setting her boundaries. Good for her!”
“Which means his seat is empty next season. Nyck’s gone from the summer. Alex Palou in Indycar is Marko’s preferred driver for that seat, but he can only take it after Monza because of the Indy season. He doesn’t know if Lawson can make the step up, and he doesn’t want Iwasa. Plus with the Yuki stuff I dunno.”
“Yuki stuff?” Dan asked as he speared a piece of chicken from the platter.
“Sauber want him. They think he could bring that car into the points regularly and learn from Bottas. So that could be two Alpha Tauri seats open for next year at least. Would you take one?”
“I mean I want Red Bull. But I know even with today it’s not guaranteed. I’d take it if the contract says I’m first driver and have first dibs on a Red Bull seat. But who would take that seat?”
“Max wants you.” Em was the one who spoke, making herself comfortable on Dan’s lap. She and Charlie were each on their partner’s laps, Dan’s hand protectively around her stomach. “We were talking for a few minutes on Saturday. If he got Nyck that seat - unproven Nyck De Vries who’d never been involved in Red Bull - him lobbying for you can get you the seat. We know Christian would be happy to have you back. I say go for the Red Bull. Checo was completely shown up this weekend. I love you Baby and you know I believe in you, but in any other team those results should have been reversed. He shouldn’t be beaten by the reserve.”
“Are you sure you’re ok with that?”
“I’m gonna head over to Grace and Joe, let you guys talk.” Charlie went to get up but Blake kept her still, Em turning to face her.
“You’re involved in this. You get a say. This only happens if it’s four yes votes.”
“I’m not involved in Dan’s career. I don’t need a say.”
“You’re Blake’s girlfriend. The two of you live together even if you don’t admit it. He’s going to be gone for weeks or months at a time and it’s hard. So yeah, you do have a say in this. As someone who was in your position before you definitely have a say.”
It was quiet between them for a few moments as they all thought. Em was the first to break the silence.
“I say yes. It’s going to be hell travelling with a baby, but if you want it then it’s a yes.”
“Yes.” Charlie looked at Blake as she spoke, her head resting on her boyfriend’s shoulder. “I just…yes. Today made me realise why Callum has loved racing for so many years. And yeah it’s gonna be hard and it’s gonna hurt and Blake and I will be moping around when we’re apart. But you’ve got a deadline, right?”
“End of 2026. The baby’s in pre-kindy from 2027, proper school the year after. We want to be well settled before that happens.” His hand rubbed Em’s bump as he spoke, Charlie nodding.
“I can do that. It’s a yes from me.” She faced Blake fully and Em felt like she was intruding watching them as Charlie’s voice got thick. “I love you. And this is going to be so hard. But we know it’ll be hard and that’s how we’ll make it through. We’ll figure it out somehow. But if they’re travelling the world with a baby then that child’s uncle Blake needs to be right there too, yeah? So we’re doing this.”
Blake pushed a kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead. “If Chuck says yes then I say yes. It’s all her.”
Em looked up at Dan, at the determination on his face. Her sunshine boy who’d won nine races, all of them at different tracks. Who deserved the world and who people finally realised was as talented as he’d always said he was.
“Yeah. I really want this. Thanks for letting me try for it.”
“Ooof.” The butterflies in her stomach solidified for a moment, a weird feeling against Em. “Oh my god. The baby agrees. They just kicked I think.”
“What? Seriously?” Dan pushed his hand on her belly and Em could feel the movement properly. Their baby was there and safe and was going to be fine.
“Yeah. They did it again when you pushed. So we’re doing this? Three more years of chaos?”
“Three more years of chaos.”
Em sat against her husband, their best friends on the other couch. Charlie had quickly become someone she trusted more than almost anyone else. She’d kept their secrets, and in return Em was going to do everything in her power to make sure that Blake and Charlie got their happy ending.
The good mood from the win stayed that way the entire night. It was a lazy, lazy night with them watching a movie. Callum texted Charlie that he was down at main stage before going back to his hotel, Joe and Grace stayed in their own motorhome. Everything was hitting Em all at once. Dan won Silverstone. He won her home race. As she went to bed that night it was all that she could think about.
The next morning was chaos. They had hotel rooms booked because of the tyre test, and the caravan and motor home were being taken back by the rental agency. Instead they were packing to move to the hotel, and Em handed Callum her Oyster card before he headed back to London with Grace and Joe. The three of them were staying in Dan and Em’s apartment for the tyre test before they spent time together after it. It was hugs goodbye until Dan and Blake dropped their respective partners off at the same hotel Callum had been staying in. The rooms weren’t ready, but Em and Charlie could sit in the restaurant until they were.
Em hugged Dan goodbye, kissing his cheek.
“Whatever happens this week, you won Silverstone. You have nothing to prove them. Don’t think you do.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too, Dimples.”
Beside her Charlie was doing the same goodbye, slipping her favourite necklace into Blake’s hand.
“What’s this for? You never take this off, you said it’s a family one.”
“Yeah well it’s for the next couple of hours to give you good luck. Not that you need it, but every little helps.”
“Thanks, Chuck. I love you.”
“Love you too. Go get him that seat, yeah?”
Em watched the two drive off before sitting with Charlie to wait. Now they actually knew what might happen she was ready but terrified.
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quitesins · 2 years
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Hair as Pink as his Cheeks
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Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Tags: Sfw, fluff, drabble, early stages of the relationship tings, disgustingly sappy, Kirishima is there- at the start I mean, I’ll come back and edit dis later
A short drabble- that I’ll probably recycle for an actual fic I’m writing- where Bakugou accidentally dyes his hair pink!
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“What the fuck shitty hair?!” Bakugou emerges from the bathroom, a bottle gripped tightly in his hands. And his hair. It’s pink.
“Holy shit.” Kirishima looks at him, wide eyed and evidently about to laugh. “What did you do man?”
Bakugou just dashes the bottle towards Kirishima- which the red head narrowly misses- and stomps over. “This is your doing, why the fuck is the shampoo full of dye.”
Kirishima just shrugs and pushes his hands through the wet hair, looking closely. Even at the roots, where his hair darkens, it’s pink.
“Wow, you really got it in there.” Kirishima notes, going to study another section of hair, before Bakugou pulls back and shoves at him lightly.
“Will this shit wash out,” Bakugou grumbles, glaring at his roommate. Kirishima looks sheepish and Bakugou already knows his answer. He groans.
“Hey, man, it looks good on you.” Kirishima tries to comfort. “Plus your hair grows fast, no? Give it a few weeks, you’ll be fine.”
Bakugou almost decks his- soon to be ex- best friend, best friend in question noticing and raising his hands in playful surrender.
“I need it gone now!” He huffs.
“Like now-now?” Kirishima inquires, looking at him suspiciously. “What for?”
“I have a fucking date with [Name]!” Bakugou finally shouts, sighing heavily as the words leave him.
The relationship is new. Still soft and stuttered. In its early stages of romance. It’s warm with the need to take the love in his hands, hold it gentle and nurture it. There’s a pressure to keep it close, nerves that force perfection. But most of all, it’s a simple childish urge. He wants to impress you. He wants you to like him.
Kirishima nods his head, looking solemn as he thinks. Then he finally speaks.
“Maybe a hat will do-” But before he can finish, Bakugou is on him like a rabid dog…
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He’s nervous. Hat tucked over his hair and hoodie atop that for good measure. The air is hot and it only serves to make him dizzy. He dislikes the stickiness of his own skin and how his quirk threatens to go off. He waits for you in the shade but doesn’t spot you in the crowd.
“Kats’?” Your voice comes from behind, startling him, and he whips around quickly.
There you stand, in a flowing, summery dress, looking pretty in the sun.
“Yeah.” He turns, letting you greet him with a hug. The smell of your perfume is familiar and settles his nerves a little.
“What’s with the disguise,” you joke, and his nerves return.
“It’s not a fuckin’- it’s not a disguise.” He pulls off the hoodie but keeps the hat on. The pink of his hair does not stay hidden.
When he sees you and the way your eyes go wide, he groans, wanting the ground to swallow him whole.
“Wow,” you speak, almost like a question. “You’re pink?”
He isn’t quite sure how to respond, instead shoving the hood back on and grabbing your hand. He ignores your light protests and pulls you along with him to take seat at a cafe nearby.
With orders placed, he finally lets the hood and cap fall off, showing off the entirety of his now pink mane. He mumbles out a quick explanation, something about stupid roommates and ex best friends, and waits for you to react. You don’t respond immediately, so he prompts you, wanting to get it over with.
“So? What do you think?”
Your face shows you’re thinking, and after a moment you speak, “Well, it’s not quite Dynamight-”
He cuts you off. “I fucking know.” It’s like his walls draw up without his order. Ready to fight rejection before it arrives.
You bend over the table slightly, to sift your hands through his hair. You words are light, soft, and hold a sincerity even he can’t deny. “But I like it.”
That’s unexpected.
That’s really unexpected. So unexpected that his walls drop with a sudden thud and his face heats instantly.
“You’re as pink as your hair, Kats’” You laugh, moving back to you seat. He almost instinctively reaches out to keep your hands in his hair, but stops himself at the last second.
“Fuck off.” He rolls his eyes, trying hard to keep his lips from tugging. He knows he probably looks a little insane, the way his teeth are bared, but he’s too embarrassed to let the smile free.
“Like candy floss.” You look at him dreamily. And God, he wants to squish the expression off your face.
“Are you just hungry.” He retorts, with an even more dramatic eye roll.
“A little bit.” You smile cheekily and he regrets his tease for he can see your next words coming clearly. “Maybe I should just eat you up.”
You’re unbelievable.
“Shut the fuck uppp.” He groans with his head turned. This time the he can’t keep the smile to himself, so he doesn’t.
Even you have a slight sickly grimace on your face. “Okay yeah, that was bad, even for me.”
The food arrives shortly, your half is mainly cakes and treats while he chooses something more nutritious. Doesn’t matter as he finds himself giving you half his meal anyways, liking the way you’re so free with how you express your delight. He frowns when you raise a cupcake with icing of an annoyingly familiar colour to him and snap a picture. He lets you keep the picture of course, playfully threatening that of it gets anywhere, that’d be your head. You reply with your own light hearted jabs, and the quick back and forth becomes something that could only be considered flirting.
“I really like it you know.” The sun sets on the two of you nicely. You speak to keep the day longer.
“I won’t keep it.” He establishes. “But I’m glad.”
“Aww not even for me.” You joke, smiling at him, like you’re trying to replace the sun. To him, you do.
If you asked seriously, he probably would. Anything even. He’d give it to you in a heartbeat.
“Nah.” To accept would have the discussion taper. So he lies, although he knows you know otherwise. “Not even you.”
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Defo gonna snag bits and pieces of this for an actual fic. A pick n mix of my own writing with the sentences as sweets. Anyways I wasn’t sure how to end this at all and was tempted to simply go “the end” but i somewhat pulled through, hopefully… also also sorry for the random pacing and pov switching. Also also also, I used the word even too much. Okay long and drawn out authors note OVER! GOODBYE!
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hiii!! can i please request a pt2 for sweet treats for seungkwan? i loved his creampie/cumplay thing so much
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Sweet Treats pt 2 or Sweeter Treats
{Husband! Seungkwan x Baker! Reader}
{Warnings: foodplay, the lightest of degradation, cum eating, piv penetration, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms (f. receiving), creampie, slight daddy kink (sorry), aftercare, theres also quite alot of fluff in this one im sorry idk whats happening to my lil brain}
{Word Count: 2099}
this fic takes place a couple weeks after Sweet Treats pt 1
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The bell to your bakery rang softly throughout the building, alerting you of yet another customer. Today had been a tiring one, with Christmas right around the corner many people would stop in to get a treat before doing their holiday shopping, and that left you in a constant state of flour-coated panic. These past weeks had been a constant battle of baking desserts and getting them out, just for them to be gone within an hour, which was amazing for business but so unbelievably exhausting.
You looked up from your spot behind the counter.
"Welcome to Sweet Treats Bakery, what can I- " you stopped short at the sight of your husband, Seungkwan entering your shop. He was dressed in his usual work suit that you knew he wore all the time, but god it made your body heat up everytime you saw him. especially since it was the same suit he fucked you in a few weeks ago.
"Hey baby how are you- oh my love" Seungkwan pouted at you, reaching over the counter to stroke a stray piece of hair out of your face "You look so tired Y/N. Have you gotten any rest at all?"
You couldve cried right there. Something about how he noticed your moods without even asking made your heart swell.
You let your shoulders fall, suddenly aware of how tense your work had made you "No, I havent been able to take a break since its peak holiday season" you shrugged.
"Y/N..." the tone in Seungkwan's voice was all too familiar. he was getting ready to scold the shit out of you.
"I know, I know" you sighed, hanging your head in preparation to receive his nagging.
Seungkwan lifted your chin up with gentle fingers. It was almost like he knew how fragile this constant work had made you in these past weeks. When you looked into his eyes you saw nothing but concern and love for you.
"Hey, why dont you close down for tomorrow? we can spend the whole day together since im off too. how does that sound baby?" you were getting ready to deny his request when he spoke up again "plus i have some things id like to try with you" His eyes flickered down to your lips and you immediately got the hint.
"O-okay" you looked around nervously, scared that people would somehow know what you were thinking about the man infront of you. "I need to restock on some things anyways."
Seungkwan smirked at you before placing a kiss lightly onto your parted lips, trailing the soft skin there with his fingers before pulling away from you. "Ill see you at home, baby"
You watched as your husband walked out of the shop and onto the snow covered sidewalk. You didnt know what things he had in store for you, but something told you tonight would be a long one.
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"Seungkwan?" you called for your husband upon entering your home. you hadnt forgotten his promise, it had been all you thought about since he left your shop all those hours ago. Youd spent the rest of your shift spilling sugar and forgetting YOUR OWN recipes because of the places your mind was drifting off to, becoming increasingly horny as time went on.
"In the bedroom!" you heard Seungkwan's deep voice from across the house.
You took your shoes off and slowly made your way to the bedroom. You didnt know why but you were growing increasingly nervous as you pushed open the door.
The room smelled of lavender and vanilla, what seemed like at least ten candles casted a warm glow over your husband's golden skin. The bed had soft red petals arranged neatly into a heart across the sheets, and there was jazz music playing lightly from the record player in the corner.
"Welcome home baby." Seungkwan threw his arms out for a hug and you couldn't contain yourself. all of this. and all for you.
You ran into his arms, the stress from your job instantly shedding off of you with the warmth of Seungkwan's firm body.
"Kwannie" your voice wavered with the threat of tears "its all so beautiful"
"Im glad you like it, my love." he placed soft kisses along your cheeks while holding you close to him, caressing your sides in an effort to comfort you. "Now why dont we get you out of these clothes, i have a surprise for you." He smirked down at you before giving you the space to change.
You quickly stripped into your matching bra and panty set, the one you knew was his favorite, and headed back into the bedroom.
Seungkwan looked you over carefully, his now lustful eyes lingered over every curve. took in every little detail of you until he was sure hed memorized just how captivating you looked tonight.
"Come here baby" he patted the bed "wanna make you feel as good as you look"
you hurried over, not wanting to waist any more time. Youd been so needy for him at work all because of him, and your core ached at this point.
He laid you down carefully over the bed of roses he spread out for you, practically manhandling you (gently) onto your stomach.
Once you were settled in Seungkwan strattled your thighs.
You listened carefully as he shook some kind of can behind you. Suddenly your back was being covered in cold spirals of what you could only assume to be whip cream. Seungkwan was lining up these sweet puffs down the length of your spine, stopping only when he reached the plump curve of your ass.
"Kwannie? what are you-"
You were cut short by the sinful sensation of Seungkwan's wet hot tongue gliding carefully over the whip cream on your neck, his breath tickling the hair at the nape of your neck as he swallowed the sweet cream.
Your surprised moans only spurred Seungkwan on more. He knew you were stressed from work, and if there was one thing he was gonna do it was help you relax.
"My sweet girl, taste so good for me." Seungkwan continued licking the whip cream teasingly slow from your back, being sure to run his hands all along the curve of your ass in the process, stopping when his strong hands met the crux of your thighs. "Cant wait to devour you my love"
You gasped at his words as his tongue worked its way down to your core, eating the whip cream as he went and groaning at the sweet taste of it. You knew your husband had a sweet tooth, he married a baker after all, but his love for whip cream was something you couldnt help but lock away in your memory vault for later.
Seungkwan's long (and unbelievably gorgeous) fingers slid through the wet folds of your aching cunt with ease. His fingers teased your hole lightly before reaching your clit and circling it with perfect precision. Your back arched in response to all the stimulation Seungkwan was giving you. His kisses and licks to your back mixed with the stimulation to your pussy was causing your brain to fog over.
Finally seungkwan's mouth reached your center and he began licking his way into you. His tongue was deliciously cold from the whip cream, and the onslaught to your clit never stopped as the man started fucking you with his tongue.
"Fuck baby" Seungkwan took a moment to detach himself from you "taste even better than i remember"
then he was back at it. Seungkwan ran his tongue through you like he was starved and you were his first meal in ages. His soft muscle curving just right to reach that perfect spot in your pussy.
You were a mess of moans. Seungkwan had to physically hold your hips down to keep you from arching too much from the pleasure he was giving you.
You couldnt last much longer and Seungkwan knew that from the muffled moans that sounded from you, your head pressed firmly into the pillow you were gripping onto just to keep yourself grounded from all of the much needed pleasure. Seungkwan picked up the pace of his tongue, fucking you impossibly faster and deeper so that he could taste your cum on him.
"Fuck- Kwannie, Im gonna-" you couldnt even get your sentence out before you were cumming on him, his mouth taking your juices immediately as he lapped up every last drop you were willing to give him.
You rode out your high on Seungkwan's face, his nose helping as it brushed against your hard clit.
"Fuck, my sweet baby" Seungkwan removed himself from you and began massaging your hips softly "tasted so good, did so well for daddy"
You couldnt respond, the pleasure was so good but somehow not enough. You wanted him for real. Wanted him inside of you.
It was almost as if Seungkwan could read your mind as he carefully rolled your body over and placed himself between your cum soaked legs. You didnt know when he undressed, but his dick was now standing firm and long against his pretty toned abs.
"Gonna fill you up now baby. is that okay?"
all you could do was nod, the aftermath of your orgasm causing you to become tired.
"good girl" Seungkwan placed kisses all over your reddened cheeks as he grinded his length against your hot pussy, lathering his hard cock in your cum.
"Fuck baby, feel so good for daddy already." he grunted as the tip of his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscles leading into your heated core. You might be tired, but your pussy was definitely ready to take more of whatever your husband was willing to give you.
Seungkwan slowly pushed himself into you, his moans sounded through the room as he reached the end of you, his tip pressed against your cervix as he bottomed out.
"Fuck" he groaned into your ear "my sweet little whore, such a slut for daddy's cock huh" he leaned back off of you just enough to get a look at your fucked out expression. Your mouth was parted in a gasp at his words, and the sight made him that much harder for you.
"My poor baby, was my tongue too much for you hm? cant even respond when i speak to you now?"
He suddenly pulled himself out to the tip before ramming the fullness of his length back into you, causing you to cry out from how his cock was ramming into every nerve in your wet cunt.
"Agh-Kwannie!" your back arched as he pulled his cock back out before once again pushing into your puffy walls.
"Ahh there she is" Seungkwan smirked down at you "gonna make you feel so good for me. Want your cum all over me baby"
Seungkwan pushed himself off of you slightly to allow himself more leverage to thrust into you faster. His hips were relentless as he fucked you, wet sounds filling your bedroom along with both of your (very) loud moans.
Your orgasm creeped up on you seemingly out of nowhere. The feeling of Seungkwan's long cock pounding into you mixed with how he was moaning his praises of how good you felt sent you flying over the edge, your vision blurring as you shook with pleasure underneath him.
"Fuck!" Seungkwan wasnt far behind you, the fluttering of your walls against him had him shooting his cum into you, filling you to the brim with his heavy load.
Seungkwan collapsed on top of you, the full pressure of his body helping to relax you after the shock of your orgasms. The sound of his heavy breathing was beginning to lull you into a deep sleep until you heard Seungkwan's voice from on top of you.
"Gonna pull out now my love" He tapped your hip in warning before pulling his softening length out of you. He watched as his cum began falling out of you before pushing it back in with his fingers and placing your panties carefully over your cum soaked pussy. "So pretty for me"
You were already asleep when seungkwan returned to his spot beside you. You looked like an angel lying next to him, so pretty and perfect. Seungkwan couldnt believe you were his. he ran his hand over your body, massaging away any stress knots he felt as he went. Your peaceful expression told him all he needed to know.
Seungkwan smiled as he watched you sleep, content with himself at helping you relax once again.
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{Author's Note}
I was so excited when i saw this in my asks hehe Sweet Treats was one of my first (it might have even been my very first??) asks so it felt very right that this couple had a spin off. Hope you enjoyed!
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dartlekey · 2 months
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One scoop, two scoop, girl scoop, boy scoop
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written for @strangerthingsocweek | rated T | 1486 words cw implied sexual harrassment, misgendering, period-typical homophobia
When Steve returns from the back with a new tub of ice-cream, Robin tears her eyes away from the entrance of Scoops Ahoy to suggest, "You ready to shoot your shot again, Harrington? Or should I take this one?" 
Steve picks the empty container out of the display case without looking, slotting the new container in with ease as surveys the shop, then turns back to Robin with a confused squint. "There's no one here," he tells her, which Robin only doesn't roll her eyes at because he did just literally come out of the back. 
"Nah, over there, by the planter," she explains, nodding vaguely towards the walkway in front of Scoops. "She's walked past here, like, twice, slowly, and now she's just - staring at us. She's definitely coming in here, as soon as she works up the nerve. Though I'm not quite sure what she's so scared of."
Steve looks out at their potential customer. Then he looks back at Robin. "Buckley, that's a teenage boy."
Robin does roll her eyes this time, very pointedly, before turning away from Steve and back to a slim figure in men's jeans and an oversized polo, banged up sneakers and a light brown mullet much like Steve's, except this one fans wide instead of high. A round face with tired blue eyes, a paper note in a calloused hand. Looking at the other girl makes Robin giddy - she's never had the guts to dress so masculine, but she's always wanted to. Never thought she'd see someone like this in Hawkins. 
There's no way she can explain this to the King of the Heteros, but knowing for sure he'll get rejected again delivers its own kind of satisfaction. "No, she's not," Robin says derisively. "Look at the shirt. She works at A&D's, you know, the women's clothing store on the ground floor?" 
Steve frowns. "A teenage boy could be working at a women's clothing store. Don't be sexist."
If this were anyone but Steve Harrington, Robin would be impressed by their open-mindedness, but he's probably only saying that to be contrarian. Or get in her good books. Both kind of icky, really. "Work there, yeah - but not running the place. I've seen her lock up at night, open in the mornings. She instructs the other girls on how to dress the mannequins, which dressing racks to put in front of the windows. Face it, Steve, that's a woman - but, to be fair, from the way you've been striking out, you don't know much about women, do you?"
Steve looks so offended it takes everything in Robin not to burst out laughing. "Excuse you?", Steve says hotly, "I am very knowledgeable about women, and you know what? I'll prove it to you, once she's - oh, shit."
Apprently, she's finally decided to walk into Scoops, shoulders hunched and eyes sharp as she approaches the counter. Robin stares unashamedly, trying to commit everything about her appearance to memory - she's not attracted to A&D girl (unfortunate though that may be, because she's probably never getting another chance like this), but Robin is drawn to her all the same. Like recognizing like, and all that. 
Steve doesn't recognize shit, though. "Hey there, beautiful," he purrs, twirling his scoop in that way which would be impressive if Robin hadn't seen him fumble it twenty plus times while practicing, even smacking himself in the face once. "No need to be shy; if you're unsure of what to get I'll be happy to guide you to a more, uh… unconventional flavor. My name's -" 
"Steve Harrington," their customer interrupts, voice surprisingly soft, "I know. Though I was not aware your flavor included guys."
Oh, Jesus. Robin was wrong. Robin was super wrong, which is extremely disappointing but also sort of morbidly funny, because Steve immediately turns pale as a sheet. 
"Oh, I'm - oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -" 
A&D guy allows himself a small grin, half amused, half - resigned, almost. "Don't worry about it. I suppose you weren't technically wrong yet, I was just being a little mean."
Steve looks about as confused as Robin feels. "Yet? I'm - what? Are you a guy or not?" 
And A&D guy… shrugs. Actually shrugs, like he doesn't really know either, and doesn't particularly care. "In my experience, other people have a lot stronger opinions on that than I do, so I just let them decide. I only ask for consistency in return, because trading pronouns all the time gets messy fast. So, uh," he clears his throat, and fidgets with the note in his hand. "You assumed I was a woman, so to you, I am one. Might not want to flirt with me anymore, though, I'm pretty sure I'm not your type."
Steve blinks. Swallows, blinks again. Then, much to Robin's surprise, he says, "Fuck it. Okay, sure. What's one more tally on the board, right, Buckley? And what can I get for you…?" 
"Kicks," the - person in front of the counter says, shoulders relaxing marginally. "Kicks Maguire," which, alright, is a sick-ass name, and Robin can respect commitment to the bit when it's coming from such an obviously queer person. "And I have a list, it's, uh - each scoop in a separate cup, please, and that's uh, chocolate, chocolate again, strawberry, vanilla, caramel, and lemon."
"Wow, someone's hungry," Robin can't resist joking as she waves Kicks over to the register, and when Kicks laughs Steve fumbles his second chocolate scoop, dropping it back into the container with a curse. "No, this is for the entire team," Kicks explains, "my coworkers. They've been working hard, thought they deserved a treat."
Aw, that's sweet. Robin subtly skims a quarter off the total, then quips cheekily, "What, and none of them wanted to help you carry their prize back to home base?" 
Kicks' eyes flicker to Steve for just a second before returning to Robin, and his - her? No, his, Robin decides, his smile is still perfectly friendly as he forks over a few bills, but Robin is sharper than a lot of people give her credit for. "Nah, I just told them I could handle it."
"Handling it, huh," Robin muses, dropping the change in Kicks' outstretched hand. "Is that why you were messing with Steve, then? Punishment for making your girls uncomfortable?" 
Kicks' eyes widen visibly, and Steve freezes in his movement. "What? Hey, is that true?" 
Kicks shrugs uncomfortably. "Not everyone wants to be flirted with when they're just getting ice cream, Harrington," he says, voice carefully neutral, but Steve still looks like a kicked puppy. "I didn't mean to -" 
Then he frowns, shakes his head. "But I did. I did make those girls uncomfortable, even if I didn't mean to. I'm really sorry Kicks, I - they're probably not gonna want to see my face, but could you tell your girls my sincerest apologies?" 
Kicks looks kind of stumped, which Robin can relate to. "Yeah, I - I can do that. Yup. Sure. I'll just head out then, uh, Steve and -" 
"Robin," Robin fills in the blank, "Robin Buckley."
Kicks shoots her a quick, nervous grin. "Robin. You should come by the shop, sometimes. Even if we don't have a men's section."
His eyes dart back to Steve again, then away, and he grabs the tray with ice-cream they prepared for him. Steve frowns after him when he walks away, gaze lingering thoughtfully on the curve of his back. "He said that to you, right? That's weird. What would you be doing in the men's section?" 
Robin shoots him a tight-lipped smile. "I don't know, Harrington. Tell me, though, which part of the men's section do you get your lip gloss and hairspray from?" 
Steve turns an adorable shade of pink and huffs, "Yeah, yeah, point taken. Whatever."
He still keeps his eyes on Kicks' retreating form, and so does Robin. Kicks just makes for such an odd contradiction - he's so casual about his disregard for gendered expectations, self-assured and easy about it in a way that makes you agree with him, because why wouldn't you? And yet, at the same time, there's this caution about him, a smallness, like he wants nothing more than to disappear into the background. A hyperawareness of his surroundings that Robin knows from herself, the craving and the fear to be other inextricably linked. 
And yet he sticks to his guns, stubborn and open. Robin always thought to be publicly other you'd have to be loud and bold, someone like that Sinclair girl that keeps bugging her for free samples, or like  Munson from her drama class. She likes this quiet self-assuredness, though, this stubborn persistence in spite of the fear, not for a lack of it.  Maybe she will check out A&D's sometime. If only to find out how Kicks gets his hair to defy gravity like that, because like hell she's asking Steve.
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dreamingonclds · 6 months
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Everything Happens For A Reason | LN4
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Summary: Sometimes the people that love us hurt us the most but, you can't seem to stay away. After an immense break up, you've become the most passionate in your career. Going from casting to casting, concert to concert, audition to audition, you become one of the most famous artists of your generation. You were done picking up the broken pieces of your heart when somebody comes into your life and you place your heart in someone else's hands again.
Word Count: 4571
Pairing: Lando Norris x female! reader ft. Carlos Sainz
Warnings: none
Chapter 6
Previous Chapter
“Are you seriously not coming, Jen?” It's late afternoon and Jen and yourself are back at the hotel. You had invited Jen to come out with you guys and initially, she had agreed to but has since changed her mind.
Carlos had called you shortly after you arrived at the hotel, letting you know that the outing would include the other drivers and friends. You felt the relief of knowing that you wouldn’t have to go alone and that Jen would be there supporting you. But, that feeling didn’t last very long; obviously.
“I’m feeling like shit again, sorry” she shakes her head and lays down on your bed. Jen was never one to shy away from a night out so it’s safe to say you were concerned. Throughout the time that you guys were at the track, she had not mentioned that she felt ill again, nor did you notice. You really thought it had passed but you were clearly wrong, you begin to feel bad that you hadn’t noticed.
“Don’t worry, seriously, it’s not that bad. I think it’s just the traveling, I don’t think Monaco likes me very much.” she chuckles trying to reassure you when she notices you walking towards her to check up on her.
“Jen, why didn’t you tell me you still felt sick; this whole time?”
“I promise I didn’t, I felt good again once we started the tour. It literally just crept up on me, just now.” She sits up on the bed with a small smile, but it’s forced. You take a good look at her face, trying to read her but all you can see is how pale she’s gotten.
“Jen, I’m not going. You’ve gone yellow, we need to get you some medicine” you say and take your phone out to let Mason know how she’s doing
“No, no, no. You're going and that’s final, you know I hate raining on anybody’s parade. I think I just need some sleep.” she places her hand on your arm trying to convince you. “What good does it do for both of us to stay in? You're in Monaco, your young, live it up, we still have the rest of the weekend to have fun” she assures you
“But how will I know that you’re not feeling any worse or if you need something?” you question, crossing your arms, still not feeling good about leaving her
“I’m a big girl Y/N, I can take care of myself. Plus, I have to call Mason anyway, we have to go over some stuff. He’ll be watching me, sort of.”
“Uhh, I don’t know Jen”
“Well, I do know, you’re going! A literal Formula 1 driver, for Ferrari, asked you out on a date and you’re not going to go!”
“It’s not a date Jen!” you bite your lip trying not to smile
“Uh huh, keep telling yourself that. You're going!” she stands up and turns you pushing you towards the bathroom. “Go get ready!”
“Ok mom,” you say giving in
You’re currently standing in front of your closet, staring at the multiple outfits you packed away but still, you can’t seem to figure out what to wear. Even after you re-did your hair and makeup, you hoped it would give you a little inspiration for your attire, but nope. You initially had your eye set on a dress but after Carlos told you it wasn’t going to be just you and him; you changed your mind.
It wasn’t that you thought it was a date or anything but, you always found confidence in your clothes when you couldn’t find it in yourself. And considering that you were going out with Carlos Sainz, anybody with eyes knew that they had to dress to impress around him, I mean just look at him. It also didn’t help that after your last relationship, you were left feeling insecure about your appearance. That man really pulled all your confidence from your body and kept it to himself, you want it back. 
There were rare times you felt beautiful, even as a child you had self-esteem issues. You struggled with how you felt about your appearance and never with your mind or your artistry. You knew you were intelligent and talented, that you never doubted; you’re very proud of all your work. Your beauty, however, you always doubted it, even when nobody else did. Anybody with eyes could see and feel how beautiful you were physically, that feeling, you’re dying to find it.
After being alone with your thoughts for a couple of minutes, you thought any more time would become unhealthy. So after no success, you decided you needed another opinion. You didn’t want to bother Jen’s rest so, you went to the best next thing for help.
🌶Chili🌶
Y/n: Hola! What are the vibes for tonight, what should I wear?
Carlos: Nothing too fancy, we’re just going out for drinks.
Y/n: Semi-casual, got it.
Carlos: I’ll let you know when I’m outside the hotel
You didn’t bother replying, not wanting to waste any time, so you simply just liked his message. He didn’t let you know how long he would be so you scrambled to get dressed. You settled on a red flowy tank, some mid-waist jeans, and some small but classy heels.
Soon enough, you heard your phone buzzing on the nightstand, you breathed a sigh of relief. You had been talking to Jen, trying to calm your nerves and you felt like you were going to explode if you had to wait any longer. So, you quickly answered the phone.
“Hola, estoy afuera!” (Hello, I’m outside!)
“Ok, ya voy!” (Ok, I’m going!)
“Ok, it’s 8 pm, I expect you back by like 2 am; the latest!” Jen pointed at you
“No promises” You laugh at her mothering and look at her mischievously, grabbing your things and ready to head out.
“Be safe okay?” she says as you're heading towards the door to leave. But, you hear a knock at the door that causes both of you to look at each other in confusion. Looking through the peephole, you see that it’s Carlos. What was he doing here?
“Hey, what are you doing, I was about to head out?” you ask him after opening the door. You notice he seems a little out of breath as you get a good look at his face.
“Medicine! For Jen, I almost forgot so I ran up” he says holding up a grocery bag and stepping into your room. He goes up to the bed Jen was on and begins taking and showing her the stuff he got. When he first called you, you mentioned Jen’s condition and asked him where you could find a drugstore. Clearly, he was several steps ahead of you.
“Carlos, you didn’t have to do this, we were about to order some to the room,” Jen says while looking at him in awe
“No, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. Thank you for letting her go out!” he giggles as he reassures her as he turns to smile at you, and you happily reciprocate it.
“Well, thank you very much. Take care of her yeah, I’m trusting you” she tells him as you both walk towards the door
“No problem, I’ll bring her back in one piece, I promise,” he says as he leads you out of the room into the hallway
Once you’ve bid your goodbyes, you touch his arm to get his attention. “Thank you, so much, seriously.”
“It’s nothing” He turns to you and looks down, finally getting a good look at you. You’re about 5’3.5, maybe 5’4 on a good day and even with your small heels tonight, he still had about 6 inches on you. Considering you were also wearing a low-cut top tonight, you felt his gaze reach your chest, you felt your ears go hot. “You look beautiful,” he says
You ignore his comment and continue walking as you don’t know what to say. You hope he ignores your lack of response but then you feel his hand on your lower back again. But, this time you can’t ignore it, your top is sort of see-through so you can actually feel his skin on your skin.
“Thank you, you look beautiful too,” you say looking up at him and offering him a gentle smile, he smiles back.
You guys keep up the small talk until you reach the porte-cochere of the hotel. “Oh, Charles and his girlfriend Alex are driving with us” he lets you know as he opens the car door for you and finally removes his hand from your back.
“Good evening guys!” you say excitedly, knowing that there would be another girl around tonight made you feel much better.
“Hi Y/N, how are you? This is my girlfriend, Alex,” says Charles introducing you two
“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m a really big fan, I'm trying not to fangirl right now. The cameras don’t do your beauty justice.” she extends her hand out at you to shake
“Thank you so much, I really appreciate it. Enough about me, look at you, you’re stunning!” you say shaking her hand. You guys begin small talk and completely ignore the guys, as they’re both talking with the chauffeur about where you all are heading. As you're talking, you can hear a slight “French” accent in Alex’s voice. But before you can ask her about it, Alex questions your origins.
“Carlos was saying that you’re Mexican, right?” you nod your head yes at her. Carlos was talking to them about you, you thought. “So am I! Well only half, I was raised here in Monaco if you couldn’t tell” she says excitedly as she points to her mouth
“No way! I was going to ask, your accent is so cute.” you and Alex continue your conversation and even exchange socials, quickly becoming friends. 
“Looks like there are already a lot of people here, too many,” Charles says suddenly, cutting into Alex’s and your conversation
“Yeah, I thought so, all the drivers are going,” says Alex
“No like, there’s a lot of paparazzi. I don’t even know how we’ll manage to get inside the place.” Charles turns from his seat and shows his phone to both of you and sure enough, the place is packed. You instantly begin to feel anxious and begin to pick at your fingers, Carlos notices and reaches behind his seat placing a light hand on your clothed knee
“We’ll figure it out,” he says smiling reassuringly
Shortly after, you guys arrive at the bar, the guys hop out of the car first and you instantly hear the mob of people. You step out of the car with Carlos’ help but before you can even mutter a thank you, he is pulled away by Charles to the Tifosi. As the guys get closer to the fans, the fans all crowd closer. Alex quickly hooks her arm around yours, “C’mon let's go” she says as you two are guided out with the help of security
“Thank you,” you say to both Alex and the security as you place your hand on your chest trying to steady your breathing; feeling thankful that she pulled you out of that situation. Alex then swiftly pulls you to the group of wags, introducing you to them and them to you. Your mood quickly rises again, girl talk always makes you feel better. As you're exchanging socials with Lily, you feel a hand on your shoulder. As you turn around you notice the blue-eyed, blonde, all-American boy; Logan.
“Mind if I steal her for a bit?” he says to all the girls
“No, no, not at all,” says Lily as she pushes you to him. You hear a course of giggles and get teasing looks. You can tell these girls are going to be fun to hang around.
“Hey, what's up?” you ask him confidently, earlier in the day, you and Logan bonded over the fact that you were the only Americans around. He expressed that he gets lonely and feels left out sometimes and that you made him feel at home. Already having so much in common, you two easily became good friends.
“Nothin' much, hoping you’d come tonight,” he says shyly, as you follow him to the bar. “Let me buy you a drink” he offers as the bartender comes up to you both. As you both sit down at the stools to wait for your drinks, you see Lando coming towards you with a smile but quickly stops when he notices you have company. You go to smile at him but are cut short when your drinks arrive.
“How are you liking Monaco?” he says taking his drink
“I love it” you take a sip from your drink, “So, much!” he laughs at your honesty
“I’d thought so, everybody always says the same thing; it is great” he admits
“You live here too?” you ask while looking around the bar at the other drivers
“Unfortunately, no; I’m in England”
“I’m sure England is treating you well, it’s one of my favorite places to tour and film at” you share with him
“Yeah it is, it just doesn’t have a “vacation” feeling like Monaco does. And the weather, you get tired of it quickly when you live there long-term” 
“The weather is actually why I like it so much,” you say truthfully
“Really? You should come spend some time there with me then” he suggests
“Yeah?” you ask him teasingly, finishing up your drink
“Yeah” he smirks
Lando POV
“Just go up to them!” says Daniel, Lando had gone up to him asking for advice on how to steal you from Logan. Lando had become frustrated and he started to feel like he wouldn't get the chance to talk to you at all tonight
“What could they even be talking about?” Lando questions, he sees you both laughing and his mind goes wild at the thought of what it could be
“I don’t know but, you’ll never know if you don’t go and talk to her,” says Daniel, beginning to feel frustrated at Lando’s lack of confidence
“You know what, maybe I shouldn't,” Lando thinks back to the near accident earlier. Daniel turns his head, confused and waiting for Lando to continue
“I almost flipped the car on the hot lap earlier, it could've been bad” Lando runs his hand over his face, still feeling embarrassed. He expects Daniel to comfort him but he quickly regrets even telling Daniel after hearing him start to laugh
“Oh my god, that’s so embarrassing. Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t talk to her.” Daniel says laughing and jokingly pushing Lando. Daniel expects Lando to laugh back but begins to feel guilty when he notices Lando looking down.
“I’m just kidding man, she doesn’t seem like the kind of girl to hold onto things like that,” Daniel says while looking at Y/N and Logan
“Look, now’s your chance, go!” Daniel pushes Lando forward once he sees Logan trying to get the bartender's attention 
Y/N Pov
“Hey, can I talk to you for a bit?” you hear from behind you, you turn around and see Lando. Hearing this, Logan turns around as well, looking a little surprised. You take turns looking from the American to the Brit not knowing what to say. You don’t want to leave Logan but you also don’t want to reject Lando.
“Umm, sure,” you say, wanting to leave the awkward feeling behind.
“Sorry mate,” Lando tells Logan
“Sorry Logan, we’ll catch up later, yeah?” you suggest to him
“Yeah, yeah, of course, no worries,” he says not having any other option, you feel bad ditching him but really, you didn’t have any other options either. So you stand up putting your glass on the bar counter and place your hand on his shoulder as a goodbye as you walk away. He gives you a sorry smile as he turns his back on you guys.
Lando leads you to the back of the bar, to booths that are nearing empty. There are still some people scattered around conversing but it’s mostly quiet, a better place for conversation. You begin to think of how to start a conversation but he beats you to it.
“I just wanted to say, I’m really, really, sorry about earlier today; that usually never happens, I don’t know what happened, maybe it was the car or-” he rambles on apologetically
You smile at him empathetically and giggle at his unreasonable concern, you place a tender hand on his knee. He was going on and on, not even looking at you as he endlessly apologized and you knew he wouldn’t stop if you didn’t stop him. “It’s okay seriously, it was out of your control, stop worrying about it, enjoy your night,” you tell him kindly but sternly to get the message across.
He finally turns to look at you, bashfully, and the look in his eyes seems to want just a little bit more reassurance. So, you soothingly rub your thumb over his knee, “I promise, it’s not a big deal” you declare. He lets out a tense breath and you see his shoulders seem to lighten, you take this as a sign that he received your message so you remove your hand from his leg.
“Thanks,” he says softly
“So, how do you feel, with the race coming up?” you try to break the silence, searching for his eyes that have been turned from you
“Umm, I’m actually really dreading it,” he says honestly, you give him a confused look wanting him to continue, “I’ve been doing really horrible so far, seasons not been going well. I can’t imagine this next one going even better, everybody’s going to cook me alive”
“But you’ve been trying your best, right?” you ask him, now it’s his turn to look confused.
“I’ve been giving it my all, I don’t know why it’s not showing” he looks frustrated as he begins to bite his lip and fidget with his hands
“Then that’s all that matters, if you’re trying your absolute best. Who cares what anybody else thinks, I’m sure your team and your friends are aware of the work you're putting in. I’ve only just met you and I can tell!” you tell him from experience
“Patience Lando, that’s key. Waiting isn’t fun but, I can guarantee to you that you’ll get what you want sooner rather than later.” you notice his eyes begin to glisten, your image of Lando was always one that was confident so to see him show you this side of him, you were thankful. Especially because you had only known each other for less than 24 hours.
“We’ll see” he smiles at you but you can tell it’s to mask his troubled thoughts
“Don't be so pessimistic” You look forward to the other drivers who all seem to be having a lively good time
“It’s hard to feel positive about your work when it seems like everybody around you is comparing you to all the other drivers. And my team, I love them you know but, they never point out any of the good work I do, it’s just what I do wrong or what I’m lacking in. And then, the “fans”, they’re on the outside looking in, they have no idea what actually goes on inside!” he talks with his hands and you can feel how agitated and upset he feels. You wish you could relate to him but you can’t so, you offer him a sympathetic smile.
“Not everybody feels that way” you turn to him
“What?” he questions
“I trust you, your work. You’ll prove everybody wrong before you know it.” you assertedly express to him
“You promise it’ll get better” he looks at you unsure
“I promise,” you say confidently as you raise your pinky to him. He raises his pinky and locks it around yours.
“Thanks” he looks at you tenderly, “I really needed that” You can see the genuineness in his eyes
“Anytime,” you say truthfully
Soon after your conversation with Lando, you both stand up and head back towards the action. You guys get a couple more drinks and start chatting about anything and everything. Lando was currently telling you about all the video ideas he had for Quadrant, his company. You were actively listening and putting in your own two cents and he gladly received them, writing a few down in his notes. He was laughing at a joke you had just made when you were politely interrupted by a certain Spaniard.
“Hey, what are guys talking about?” says Carlos, walking up, drink in hand. Before either of you could respond, you hear a yell from across the bar.
“Lando!” you turn and see George and Alex waving Lando over. Lando groans in protest but ultimately walks over, leaving you and Carlos. You both giggle at his childlike response before turning to each other.
“So, what were you guys talking about?” Carlos asks once again
“Oh umm, just stuff you know; everything” You knew Carlos probably knew about Lando’s issues but you didn’t want to bring it up in case he didn’t. Plus, Lando’s and your conversation was between you two only. Carlos gives you an understanding nod and changes the subject.
“I was going to come and find you after me and Charles were done, but then we got caught up with some other people, I’m sorry” You shake your head at him understanding where he is coming from
“I saw you with Logan and I didn’t want to interrupt anything” he raises his eyebrows at you in a suggestive way. You blush at what he was insinuating and quickly shake your head.
“He’s great and everything but I don’t think I can do another relationship anytime soon” You look down, playing with the straw in your glass. You weren’t one to open up about your relationships, especially to people you just met but tonight, you had the alcohol to thank for that.
Carlos immediately regrets even bringing that topic up, noticing your instant change in mood. He mutters numerous sorry’s but it’s too late and you end up spilling your guts to him. You had only told the public that your breakup with your ex was mutual and cordial but that was further from the truth. 
Your ex, he was your fiance, you thought you were going to marry him. The only people who knew that were your friends, his friends, your family, and his family. And it was supposed to stay that way but you just needed to rant to somebody who didn’t know you or him. You're sure that tomorrow morning you will regret it but for now, it felt good to unload.
“I’m sorry Carlos, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have told you.” you set your glass down, running your hands through your hair. It had been a while since you thought about your past, you wanted to forget it and leave it behind, to run away furthest from it. But, it always came back and for some reason, it hurt more each time, and it always brought more questions. Questions you so badly wanted answers to but, you weren’t sure you were ever going to get them.
“Hey, hey” Carlos tries to turn you to him as you are stuck staring at the floor, “Look at me, please” he grabs your shoulders and faces you in front of him. You feel the tears begin to prickle in your eyes, so you take a deep breath before you look up at him.
You meet his eyes and your emotions betray you, your tears begin to fall. He hurries and grabs your hand pulling you to a back hallway, empty and away from anybody. You put your face in your hands, not wanting him to see you. You're not one to cry in front of anybody so you didn’t know what to do with your body. He soothingly rubbed your arms up and down until you calmed down.
You used your hands to dry your face and mentally cursed yourself for wearing a sleeveless top. The expulsion of your tears caused you to sober up, you quickly realized your situation and then became too embarrassed to even look at him. You notice a bathroom at the end of the hallway and try to make your way there but feel his arms grab at you.
“Oh, come here” he pulls you into his side, laying his head on yours until your breathing calms down. “Are you okay?” He says before going to stand in front of you, he’s about 6 inches taller than you so he kneels down until you're face to face.
“Yep,” you say looking at him, he chuckles at the irony of your appearance and response.
“I’m going to go clean myself up a little,” you tell him pointing to the bathroom, he nods leaning against the wall
After you clean the smudged mascara from under your eyes and reapply some lipstick, you come out of the bathroom to find Carlos just how you found him.
“I think I’m going to head home now” You pull out your phone to try and order yourself an Uber
“I’ll go with you” he suggests
“What, no Carlos. Your friends are still here, I’m so sorry I ruined your night” you embarrassingly admit
“I don’t think most of them are here anymore, they probably moved down to another bar or club,” he says pointing to the door leading towards the bar area. You were too emotional to even notice that the liveliness had quieted down. Before you can begin to apologize again, you hear him speak up.
“And you didn’t ruin anything I promise, thanks for opening up to me.” you look at his eyes and they’re sincere, you can tell but, you still can’t help but feel bad. You go to open your mouth to give him one final apology but he quickly shuts you down.
“Vamonos” (Let's go) he offers you his arm and you grab it, you walk out to the bar and he is right. There were no more drivers around, only team members but nobody that he would stay for and talk to. He leads you to the car and you both hop in, he gives the driver the name of your hotel. On the car ride back he gives it his all to try and make you laugh, making dumb jokes and sharing silly videos of the other drivers he had. 
As he’s laughing at a video of Fernando he took, you turn from his phone to his face. Taking a good look at his face, you embrace the feeling of comfort he brought with him and gave to you. This man has already done so much for you in the very short time you’ve known him. You were going to try everything to make up this night for him. You felt silly for this but you already didn’t want to lose him as a friend. You weren’t sure if you were even friends yet but he sure made you feel like you were. It scared you to not know why people come into your life when they do but with Carlos, you were excited to find out.
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wibta if I started a different discord chat for my friend group just to exclude one person
I know it sounds bad and that I'm just starting shit but we've all been friends for 10+ years now so it's not something I'm considering lightly. We currently have a private discord server of just the 4 of us that we switched to as opposed to a traditional gc since we all have different phones and its good for having multiple conversations, quality photos and videos, and keeping a clear record of when and where plans are made
Anyway, this isn't a recent problem but the friend (A) has always had a tardiness problem it started with her not being able to wake up early in the morning but even if we have late night/afternoon plans she still can't get dressed and/or finish her makeup on time and causes us to be consistently at least 1 hour late which I was hoping she'd start growing out of after highschool but this isn't the case (we're now all 22+) and is especially frustrating when going out to eat bc by the time we leave all of us are hangry and expected to eat hours earlier. Recently A has started prioritizing other friends of hers which is nbd she can have other friends we all do except she'll drop plans last min with us to go with them which is also annoying bc it's disrespectful for the rest of us to be blown off like that. We're clearly not her priority anymore but she always expects to be ours, plans have to be on her work schedule, on her timeframe, on if she will be tired etc. plus being an afterthought leaves out a friend in the group (B) who had to move out of state with family and now he can't tell if we're making plans behind *his* back and he feels left in the dark when in truth he knows as much as I and the other local friend (C) do
It's to the point we've stopped doing any plans that start before like 2pm because we can't rely on her to be ready but she'll be upset if we don't wait for her while she's still getting ready, esp cuz we usually carpool, which already limits what we want to do together in the first place
However, it was my birthday recently and I'm currently ~2hr drive (no more than 3 with heavy traffic) from A and C, who doesn't have a car and needs to be picked up by A. I really wanted to go to my fav breakfast place and had some other plans for after and I kept emphasizing what time A needed to get here because the place closes early (they only serve breakfast). And at this point no one should be surprised she didn't arrive until after 1pm, after the place was closed, and at that point no one had eaten all day so we had to rush and find somewhere else that'd be open and nearby bc we were all starving and half my plans for the day were gone bc they were based on places we'd go after breakfast that also close in the afternoon (2-5 depending on the place) and since they are my closest friends and dont know my other friends who live closer and I've only known for less than 2 yrs (who I wasn't comfortable to ask for bday presents from yet still) (still got one from 1 even tho I insisted they didn't have to tho lol) they were the only people I made solid birthday plans with this year so it was really heartbreaking to deal with and have everything I was excited for be cancelled since it's hard for me to go out like this on my own w anxiety and busy work schedule too but I scheduled the day off. I was hoping that she would try even just a little bit because it was my birthday the one day I ask for literally anything and we rarely see each other now bc of conflicting work schedules and I DID plan for her to be semi late in secret but I didn't expect her to arrive for breakfast after 12
Anyway that's the whole backstory plus the recent straw on the camel's back but I just want to make a new chat between me, B, and C, to plan virtual movie and game nights bc she never reads the events chat anyway and all our online call plans grind to a halt for hours or days waiting for an answer bc at least C still wants to try and include A even tho her schedule is so busy or she's tired or will prob be late to the call and make us wait for her or cancel or leave early or we debate what game/movie A wants but she doesn't even NEED to be there it's just like.. Minecraft. Or a pirated 90s movie we're streaming or wtvr
I've tried saying like "hey I'm gonna be playing x on Saturday if anyone's free come and join me" but that usually just ends in me gaming alone bc it's so noncommittal the others will catch up on other work they have but really I'm just trying to hang with any of them even if 1 person can't make it at the time we don't always have to only call in a group yk?
A is nice otherwise like she's still my friend just planning anything with her is starting to be like pulling teeth and I still want to keep in touch with her and hear how she's doing from our discord server but stuff like that I just want to start separating her from weekly calls (which are currently more like monthly) bc she's so flakey but I know it's kinda shitty to purposefully leave her out and she'd be upset if she ever found out I was doing that.
I'm also open to advice on how to deal with this situation in general, thus the detail, without causing a huge fight or make anyone pick sides +her tardiness won't be something we can talk through it's something we've worked on for years and recently have just given up and accepted since she's late even to things that are important to her
What are these acronyms?
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Idk if this makes sense but thoughts on ceo Kai parker with assistant reader???
are you ready for my longest response to an ask yet? because here it is...
so i'm currently working on a bonkai with a workplace AU that i've admittedly forgotten about that was requested in october. but working on that gave me inspo for this... and then i took it in a whole 'nother direction
fluff & smut below!
this could go 2 ways (or it could include both)
we've got the one where he's super sweet on her.
or we have him teasing & being super sexual until she gives in.
we also have possibilities for the reader to be more shy or more confident, and that majorly changes things.
kai will be kai no matter what, but there will be variation in how he reacts to her.
if she's more shy, i think he'd be a lot more teasing with her. gentle, bc he doesn't want to scare her off, but definitely pushes sometimes.
if she's more confident, he would be taken aback (and definitely turned on) from that. he recognizes that she won't take shit from anyone & respects that about her.
with the shy reader, her co-workers sometimes do try to take advantage of her, but he snaps back at them & checks on her after.
shy reader
he instantly has a liking towards you.
you're quiet and respectful, but do your job well.
you do things in a timely manner & treat others appropriately.
going above and beyond to make his job easier.
kai, at first, doesn't want to overstep your boundaries.
he's gentle towards you & thankful for your hard work. is very appreciative.
calls you names like "darling," and "sweetheart," or even "peach," that always make you blush.
he means it as innocently as you receive it.
… at first.
with time, feelings grow.
you both push them down to maintain a professional work environment, and even go as far as to deny they are there at all.
there's talk in the office, but no one is bold enough to mention it. plus, there's no proof of anything between you guys.
hold on, i have a side story for this, since it's december, and this just sounds so cute to me.
okay so kai has a holiday party he has to attend, but no one close enough in his life to bring as a plus one.
his mother demands he brings someone, and if he doesn't, she'll set him up with her best friend's daughter.
kai doesn't want to get stuck in that awkward situation, so right before break, he asks a huge, huge favor of you.
"i'm, uh, not quite sure how to ask this, y/n, but i have a huge favor to ask of you."
"anything you need."
"it's okay to say no, i completely understand if you don't want to, it's totally your choice."
you giggle, closing your eyes, and his heart races. "i'm sure it's fine."
he grimaces, "would you mind accompanying me as my plus one to a holiday party? it's on the 23rd and local, only about thirty minutes away. it's just between friends and family, but if i don't have a plus one, my mother will set me up…. i just… actually, this is, i shouldn't have asked. i'm sorry, y/n."
you're surprised at first, a little confused, but not ready to reject the offer. your boss begins to ramble about how inappropriate it was of him to ask, and while he may be right, you don't want him to be in such a situation with his mother. you know how family can be.
"sure, i'll go with you."
"i'm- wait, what?"
"if the offer still stands, i'll be happy to go."
he stops. "you're positive?"
"just give me the time and place."
kai does more than that. when he tells you the dress code (relatively fancy), he offers to buy you a dress, but you say you already have one. he then picks you up at your apartment and immediately compliments the dress you wear. he notices your eyes, and how well your makeup compliments their color. his eyes linger on your lips, bold with a shade of red. he tries not to look at your body, but sneaks a glance that you totally catch.
he insists on driving you to the event, and gives you a rundown on the attendees on the way. those in his family who are crazy and that you should avoid, those to whom he's closest, those who have a weak understanding of personal space, and those who will not come within six feet of an unknown person. he tells you about his favorite cousin and the questions he may ask. he prepares a speech about you being his assistant, and not a girlfriend. you practice this speech together, bouncing off one another, about when you started, what you do, and how appreciative he is of your help.
you expect his mother to be stern and strict, but when you meet her, she turns out to be a very sweet lady, despite her high expectations for her family.
she's clearly not convinced that you're a work friend / assistant and not his girlfriend, and no one in his family is convinced, either.
he takes you around the house, introducing you to the necessary people, but never lingers in any one group for long. he knows you're shy and this must be difficult.
after you finish introductions, he pulls you into the garage to check on you.
"doing alright, darling? i know my family is huge. just take a moment to breathe."
you're thankful for this, and hold his hands while taking deep breaths.
after you settle, he promises food and brings you to the snack table.
there's no judgement about how much you eat; no one comments about you eating too much or too little.
alcohol is offered, and you grab a drink only to calm your nerves. he drinks one to "tolerate family" but promises it won't affect his driving later that night. promises, right there, to keep you safe. you believe him completely.
after snacking for a while (and being thankful it's not a sit down dinner), you go back to talking with his family.
you sit on the couch with a couple aunts as one plays a piano. to your left, kai talks to one of his nephews, no older than six, and your heart warms at the sight.
one of his aunts enters and comments he's next to have kids, then looks at you.
the two of you erupt into your "coworkers, not dating" spiel, and she scoffs with a roll of her eyes. "could've fooled me."
neither of you look at each other after that for a moment. you turn back to the conversation you were in, but his nephew runs off, leaving him alone.
kai watches you talk to his family. all those buried feelings rise to the surface and his throat dries. he takes a second look at how beautiful you are. your smile, despite however tired you must feel, respectfully never falters. your small fingers grasp your cup, once filled with a festive party drink, now with coffee as the end of the night draws near. your dress fits your frame perfectly, and your heels match the exact shade of your dress.
several members of his family catch him staring. his nephew whispers something about love in his ear. he hushes the child quickly, but his tinted cheeks give him away.
kai isn't the only one caught staring, though. his mother watched you visibly sigh at the sight of him with his nephew, a smile tugging on your lips. his father saw the way you relaxed when he brought you away to the kitchen, checking on you a second time. his cousin heard the stutter when you told him kai was just your boss and that there was nothing going on between you two.
when the party isn't filled with talking and laughter, the silence is filled with lingering stares. bated breaths and twinkling eyes. the urge to cross the line between a boss and his assistant.
you disappear for a couple minutes to help his mother clean up after the party. kai talks with his father about "business" but you wonder if that's really the topic.
his mother is nosy, but polite about it. she asks about work and asks if he treats you well on the clock. you reply that he certainly does, and that you're grateful to have a boss that cares about you like he does.
she then double-checks that you're not really dating, and doesn't miss the cloud of sadness in your eyes when you insist that you are not.
she then tells you he's been single for a while because trust doesn't come easy to him. she mentions the blueness of his eyes. how it's been a bright, baby blue all night; a stark contrast to the gray tinted blue she's grown used to seeing. she doesn't elaborate the reasoning, but you don't need her to to know what she's hinting.
by the time you leave the party, most of his relatives have grown comfortable enough with you to hug. the six-feet apart one gives a wave. his mother's hug is the tightest; his father gives a firm handshake, but then draws you in for his own hug. his nieces and nephews attach to your legs and make you promise to see them again. you agree, not wanting to break their little hearts.
it's dark by the time you begin to drive home, and it has been for a while.
kai wants to hold your hand in the center console. he refrains. you rest your elbow there, hands close, but not touching.
you rehash the night, speaking highly of his family. he checks up on you a third time to make sure you're not overwhelmed, but to your own surprise, you feel okay. happy, even.
he apologizes for anything his aunts or mother might've said, but you promise every conversation was good.
eventually, the mention of the various comments came up. a count of how many times you had to tell people you were just friends, co-workers, and not dating. you share a laugh over it, but the walls are down already. whatever feelings had been buried have now resurfaced. kai internally curses himself, afraid of your reaction.
your mouth opens to say something, and his throat goes dry again. his heart would break if you are uncomfortable by it all.
"thanks for the invite, but i think i should transfer," he fears, "we shouldn't work together any more".
instead, you turn to him. "thank you for the invite. i had a good time."
"thank you for accompanying me."
it's silent for the last couple minutes, then he walks you to the door of your apartment. he stands outside, forcing words out of his throat while you stand in front of him, bathed in the gorgeous warm glow of your porch light.
"thank you again. i'm glad my mother didn't scare you off. it would've been so boring without you. see you at work."
you nod, "see you at work," but then as he turns to leave, you can't bear to let him go. you reach out to grab his coat and he turns. you make up an excuse about his scarf not being straight, though that doesn't really matter, and in the next second, you pull on it gently to bring him closer to you.
his eyes dart down to the grip on the wool between your fingers, and then to your face. you wear an expression equal of shyness and determination. he translates it into the consent he needs to cup your face in his hands and press his lips to yours.
warmth travels throughout both your bodies immediately. the kiss deepens to you pulling his coat closer, his steps forward, backing you into the wall behind you. he kicks your door shut and your hands bury into his hair.
kai's hands start to feel your body, but then he breaks it off. he doesn't want you to think he's only wanting you sexually. he wants something real. he's wanted it for ages.
he admits this. you shyly, admit you feel the same.
but while sex is put on pause, kai locks his car and you invite him in. you share a glass of wine and spend the night talking, growing closer.
the next day at work, it's hard to hide your blushing faces and giddy attitudes. all of your co-workers know immediately, but they also saw it coming for a long time. a couple congratulate you, some ignore the lovesickness like it's a disease, but no one makes a fuss.
maybe kai will be the next in his family to have kids after all. you're certain you've found something good with him, and you're determined to keep it.
now, onto a different path where i could take this idea… get ready, because this is a complete 180 degrees from the previous little bit.
ceo kai with a respectful yet confident assistant.
something is definitely brewing between these two. there are feelings to be felt. …even if neither of you recognize them yet.
kai is incredibly protective over you. you are his assistant, and if anyone needs your help, they must ask him first.
he doesn't want you being overworked or taken advantage of.
you also defend him when co-workers talk shit.
"i don't know why boss is making us do this stupid shit," someone complained once, "it's not like it matters, it's extra work."
"it's in your best interest to complete the task assigned to you. it'll make your job ten times easier when quarterlies roll around."
the coworker rolls her eyes, but kai, who could hear from his open-door office, smiles to himself. he's glad you see the tasks he assigns have purpose, and is grateful for you to try and help others to see that.
there are rumors going around that you sleep together, but he shuts them down immediately.
it's not even on your minds to have a relationship outside of work.
until that one night where he asked you to stay late to help him finish something.
you had seemingly hundreds of paper stacks to grow through, and he was on phone call after phone call.
he ordered food at some point for the two of you, wanting to take care of you since he was needing your help.
you're always eager to help, and even though it's a lot of work, promise to help until the job is done.
when it happened, it was an accident. a complete and total accident.
kai had been watching you sort through papers for too long and didn't even notice he was growing hard until he had to shift.
you looked so beautiful from where he was sitting. hair, once neatly tied up in a bun, now messily falling around your face. your shirt sunk further down every time you stretched to grab something on the other side of the table, exposing your chest a little more each time. your heels were kicked off to the side, and one foot was tucked under your lap.
earlier, he had asked you to enter the room whenever his phone went off to come and take notes.
on your way in, you accidentally make eye contact with the bulge that formed underneath the table.
that phone call is a particularly difficult one to focus on.
after it, you try to shuffle out of the room to give him privacy, but he knows you know and asks you to stay so he can apologize.
he accidentally gives tmi and talks about how it's been so long, and being there with you, looking so beautiful, got him worked up.
instead of shying away, you offer to help rid him of the problem.
not a lot of words are spoken, but somehow you find yourself giving him a bj under the desk.
he's so focused on your doe eyes and the shape of your lips and the way your mouth feels on him. your hands grasp his length & squeeze with the perfect amount of pressure. you jerk off what you can't fit. a string of drool connects your lip to his cock when you pull off for just a moment to admire him. his hands dig in your hair and urge you on, but he doesn't push. never pushes.
quiet moans escape his lips between praises, but you ask him to be louder for you, craving to hear the sounds he's holding back.
getting him off earlier than he expected, and you swallow it before it can hit the floor and leave evidence.
he then pulls you up on the desk, welcomes a kiss, and then moves down to taste you.
feelings he held back & feelings you didn't know you had come bursting out of the floodgates, making for an emotional experience combined with pent-up sexual desire.
supports your back as you come down from your orgasmic high, and fucks you on the desk as soon as his refractory period is over.
has impressive sex drive and says he spent most of his early twenties studying to prove himself.
now reaps the rewards with not only a high-up position, but a perfect assistant.
no motivation for work afterwards. enjoy the rest of your takeout and then he makes sure you get home safely.
the next couple days are awkward until he finally requests you to his office to talk about it.
this talk includes feelings that you had time, by now, to mull over. you both share them and find you feel the same thing for each other.
decide to try a hand at a relationship, starting slowly and keeping it on the down low (minus HR).
grow more comfortable with it & it blossoms into something good & healthy for you both.
now, a handful of smutty office scenarios to shuffle through. i can certainly expand on any of these upon request ;) (or i might anyway)
fooling around after hours. him laying you down across the desk or over top of it. having you on his lap while he answers phone calls.
blowing him under the desk when he's trying to focus on an important call.
sending him dirty texts or nudes from the bathroom when you're both supposed to be working.
itching for your lunch break to come already so he can finally have his way with you.
maybe even being so bold to snap the blinds shut, slap a hand over your mouth, and take you during work hours bc you wouldn't stop teasing. your co-workers all know exactly what's happening, but have lost the will to care.
retrieving him coffee but accidentally spilling it in his lap & trying to dry it with a thin paper towel.
wearing short skirts or low tops on purpose for him.
accidentally sending him a nude that was meant for a tinder date & having to talk about it the next day.
brushing past him on your way back to your seat & getting a little too close - on purpose or on accident.
rubbing your foot on him under the desk whenever you sit across from him.
and that's all i have for now! i'm deeply considering making that holiday party a one-shot, maybe, or taking these other scenarios and expanding on them. i also have way more ideas for this topic but made myself stop because i'm pretty sure this response hit 3k words.
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thebisexualdogdad · 10 months
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I need more of the Donna and Ra’s son!!!
Donna Troy x male!reader
Part 1
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● now that the Titans know about you and Donna some of them have accepted you into the group while others disagree with the decision
● Kory, Dawn, Connor and Gar believed you when you said you hadn't spoken to your father Ra's in years and had no allegiance to him
● while Jason, Hank and Rachel didn't which you can't blame them for, you probably wouldn't trust you either if you were in their position
● Dick hasn't made his mind up yet but wants to give you the benefit of the doubt
● plus he finds it helpful to have someone who knows first hand how the mind of one of Batman's most dangerous enemies works
● Jason "why the hell would the son of Ra's Al Ghul suddenly want to be a good guy? You know he was trained to be a violent killer right?"
● Donna "he's not that person anymore and we've been together for a year, if he really wanted to kill us he would have by now"
● "she's right, I know seven different ways to kill every single one of you in this exact moment but I won't"
● Donna "babe you're not helping"
● "right sorry, but for the record I haven't actually killed that many people, my father didn't let me leave Nanda Parbat often. I couldn't exactly be his secret weapon if I was out there killing people all willy nilly"
● there's still tension but Donna doesn't let it get to her
● she loves you and knows you love her too
● Hank and Jason refuse to let you move into the tower so you continue to live in your apartment
● which you're fine with because it's the only place you and Donna can get any sort of privacy
● whenever you're at the tower Jason and Hank watch your every move to make sure you're not snooping around somewhere you're not supposed to
● Kory "really Rachel, you condone them acting like this?"
● Rachel "I'm not saying people can't change but he's an ex assassin of all things so I have to be a little suspicious of his motives"
● Kory "how many bad guys do you know make chocolate chip pancakes in a 'kiss the cook' apron"
● you from the kitchen with stacks on stacks of pancakes for the whole team "breakfast is ready!"
● Gar and Connor however wished you lived in the tower not only so you could cook for them more often but also so you could have more video game all nighters together
● when you play online from home Donna tempts you with… other activities to get you to turn the game off
● she'll be standing in the doorway of your bedroom unbuttoning her shirt
● "are you really going to make me go to bed alone?"
● you into your headset mic "sorry guys I gotta go"
● Gar "Wait what we are in the middle of a match!" but you're already gone fumbling out of your clothes as you follow Donna to bed
● one night the Titans are ambushed by someone dressed head to toe in black with their face covered by a mask
● you immediately recognize the fighting style and can only hope you're wrong about who you are up against
● but when they have you pinned to the ground with their sword and lift their mask you unfortunately discover you were correct
● Nyssa "hi little brother"
● "...Shit"
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Fallen For You H.S | AU - Seven
Fallen For You Masterlist - find description here
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Rancher!Harry x Plus-sized!OC
🦋Delaney🦋
I was pleasantly surprised when the weekend went by without a hitch, and I knew that was all thanks to Harry; whether he wanted to hear it or not, we wouldn't have survived without his help.
I walked into the barn where Harry and my dad were working surprisingly well together only to see my dad in there alone.
"Hey" I announced my presence, my dad appearing to be cleaning one of the stables.
"Good morning, Lane" Dad replied back, not bothering to turn and look at me.
"Hey, uh.. where's Harry?" 
"He left this morning. He had something to do, he'll be back tomorrow morning" Dad replied, shuffling something around in the stable before the sound of a broom brushing against the floor was heard again.
The past few weeks, every Sunday Harry has disappeared and came back Monday morning getting straight to work.
I knew he had asked for at least one day off, which is completely fine and makes total sense. Everyone deserves a break, I just didn't expect him to be gone overnight for his break.
My brain couldn't help but spiral.
Was he seeing someone? Was he at his girlfriend's house? Did he have a whole other family? Did he have his own place? His own things? His own food? It would make sense why he was so weird about us buying him groceries, but how could he just leave that all for a week without so much as uttering a word to us?
Monday morning I argued with myself in the bathroom mirror over the fact that I willingly woke up early to get dressed for a man who seems to not give a fuck about me.
I mean honestly, who gets up before the sun just to curl their hair and apply makeup and make sure their outfit looks cute just for a guy! 
Stupid, stupid Delaney!
I ran my hands through my dark loosely curled hair, my fingers separating some of the curls, applying another layer of mascara; double checking that I didn't have lipstick on my teeth before pulling my jean shorts up a bit more on my waist.
I stared into my brown eyes in the mirror, looking at myself completely done up for a man who could have an entire family somewhere else in this world that he left every Sunday to see.
Stupid, stupid Delaney!
My eyes began to burn as they started to blur; my quick blinking to prevent tears from falling wasn't working as they began to free fall down my artificially blushed cheeks, wrecking my still wet, fresh, mascara.
You're so fucking stupid, Delaney! 
My shoulders slumped as I pulled open a drawer, yanking out a makeup wipe and proceeded to start wiping off all my effort.
First went the lipstick.
This was so fucking stupid. Why the fuck did I do this?
Then the foundation.
I could've been asleep this entire time! 
Then the eyebrows followed by the mascara.
He's not even going to fucking care, nor notice! I not only wasted makeup, but my time and effort! All of this shit could've gone towards a job interview! A family reunion! A date for god sake! 
I stared at my bright red, assaulted, skin; dark mascara still under my eye, smears of lipstick left behind, telling me I needed another makeup wipe.
My eyes burned as the tears settled in my waterline.
I looked date ready, and maybe that's what hurt? Knowing I looked date ready for a man who would never want to date me.
I washed my face with water and a cleanser before grabbing a hair tie and throwing my hair up into a now high, loosely curled ponytail.
I leaned back against the wall, my dark circles from lack of sleep, and the mascara residue staring me in the face.
Pulling off my expensive plain white shirt that had pretty lace detailing on the cuffs of my sleeves left me in a white, lacey bra; I groaned.
This was so fucking stupid.
Unclipping the fancy bra, I tossed it to the ground, ignoring the way my boobs fell and weighed down my chest as I entered my bedroom, grabbing a simple nude, plain bra and a loose t-shirt.
Stupid stupid stupid Delaney! 
I wiggled out of my stupid skin tight shorts, grabbing some loose, easy to move in jeans that had wide, baggy hole's in the knees.
The sun was starting to rise, and I knew Harry would already be out this morning taking care of the animals and I felt like I was going to be sick.
I just wasted two hours on a man just to wipe it all off because of my stupid impulsive decisions! I could've just left it all on, said fuck him, and felt good about myself all day, but nooooo, I got insecure and wiped it all off and wasted it! I didn't even take a fucking picture!
Stupid stupid Delaney! 
I ran my hands over my face, a strangled noise coming from my throat before I took a deep breath, grabbing my phone ready to hopefully get through today.
All day I avoided Harry the best I could. 
I couldn't face the fact of what I had done this morning, knowing damn well this man didn't want me. Along with the fact that he could have an entirely different family and I refuse to be a homewrecker! Or.. or.. or.. I don't know! Anything that will paint me in a bad light! I didn't need the drama. 
I got home from the market, my dad having called me asking me for help in the barn.
Walking in, Sassy trailing behind me like she owned the damn place, loudly meowing for attention; my father happily scooping her up and saying hello.
Spoiled brat.
My dad informed me that the horses needed their trail ride today before leaving Harry and I alone in the barn.
I stared at Harry's back, knowing I had to ask him for help, but deeply regretting ever needing him to begin with.
At least I wasn't wearing a lacy shirt, red lipstick and a probably crooked liner.
"Uh, hey.. how's it going?" I asked him, Harry bent over pulling bags of horse grain from a crate, placing it on the floor.
"Fine" he gruffly replied,  pulling another large bag of grain out of the crate, tossing it next to the other two.
I nodded — even though he couldn't see me, trying to think quick on my feet to not let what now felt like awkward silence, at least to me, linger longer than necessary.
"Are you busy?" I stupidly asked, regretting it immediately.
"Yes" he replied instantly, my head falling back on my shoulders as my eyes closed.
Of course he's fucking busy Delaney! He's literally doing a task right now!
"I uh.. are you able to help me with the horses?" I quickly spit out, "My dad has to go back to the Rickman's" Harry froze, his muscles visibly tensing, "And the horses need to go on their trail ride, I just.. normally Morgan, or Wrenlynn help me, but uh.. well" I stumbled, my anxious racing thoughts no long becoming coherent in my brain.
"I don't ride horses" He firmly replied, grunting as he picked up one of the horse feed bags, his boots thudding against the concrete as he walked over to the ladder, impressively, yet scaring the shit out of me, climbing it with one hand as the other held the feed.
I watched intently, afraid of him acting all macho and then falling off and busting his skull open.
I couldn't help myself but call out, "But you're a rancher?" knowing damn well I should've left it alone, but I was confused by how someone who works on a farm doesn't ride horses?
Harry didn't reply, in fact, it seemed as if he was ignoring my entire existence, shuffling around stuff on the loft, "Harry?" I called out again, standing far enough away that I could watch him moving the bags of grain around, acting like it was as easy as tossing a throw blanket into a ball on the floor. I sighed, "Harry, how can you not ride horses? You're a rancher" I stated the obvious again, wishing this man would open up more so I could simply understand his stiff and stern reactions. "Look, I wouldn't have asked if I knew it was a firm no; it's just we need to do it, and everyone else is busy, and it's a lot to do by myself. I was just asking for help is all, but if you can't, or don't want to, fine" I turned on my heel, walking towards Baylor, my all black Shire horse, grabbing my brush to clean his coat before braiding his mane, wanting to prevent tangles and matting whilst we worked when I heard Harry say directly behind me, "Can't you wait for your father to be back?" making me jump due to the close proximity.
"He's booked solid helping the town, Harry. It's fine, it'll just take me longer" I replied, running my hand down Baylor's side.
I grabbed my step stool, taking the two steps up before draping a blanket over his back, fitting the saddle over the blanket. I made sure nothing was too tight or too lose, and that the blanket was lose yet snug in all the right areas. Grabbing my lead, I begun to lead Baylor out of the stables, hoisting myself up and over when Harry asked, "This is your horse?"
"This is my baby—" 
"Baby nothing. That horse is bigger than you are!" He declared, my brow furrowing. 
"That's the point" 
"What?" 
"That's the point. A big girl needs a big horse. I like that he's big. I like that I feel safe and secure on him, even at my height and weight. He's a gentle giant" 
Harry appeared perplexed before shaking his head followed by saying, "My job is to help you, but I don't ride horses"
"May I ask why?"
"No" he replied instantly, my body stilling like someone had dumped cold water over my head.
 Oh.
Why?
"Alright well, I need to get started. If you need anything.... I'm sure you can find someone" I unintentionally huffed, giving Baylor his command to start walking down the driveway.
I got halfway down the road when a loud, "FINE! I'LL HELP!" made my head turn over my shoulder, Harry standing a good fifty, sixty feet from me with his arms crossed over his chest just staring at my horse's butt.
I stopped Baylor, getting us to turn around and face Harry, calling back, "NO ONE IS FORCING YOU!" my hand running down Baylor's neck.
"DO YOU WANT MY HELP OR NOT?!"
Baylor and I got back to barn after Harry just stared at us; Harry watching me slide down my horse, tying him to the barn post so I could grab the horse Harry would use, "So what changed your mind?" I asked, clearly having a death wish, silently praying he didn't decide then and there to leave me yet again in the dust.
"It's my job to help you" 
Ah. Yes. He's here because he has to be.
"Alright well, this is Tina" I showed Harry our Morgan horse, Harry scowling.
"I'm aware of your horses, Delaney"
"I know. This is your horse today. You said you don't ride horses, and she's really good for beginners" I ran my hand down her neck before starting to saddle her.
"Who names their horse Tina?"
"Don't disrespect Tina" I warned, "And Wren did"
"Of course she did" he scoffed, arms laid over one another across his chest.
I moved my mouth closer to Tina's ear, whispering, "Don't listen to him" 
I could practically feel Harry's nerves seeping out of him as I grabbed his protective gear.
I held out a helmet for him, Harry just starting at it before slowly taking it and placing it on his head. He clipped the buckle under his chin and I grinned.
"I look stupid, don't I" he stated, rather than asked, huffing slightly as my grin widened.
"You look great" I laughed, his eyes rolling. "Have you ever ridden a horse?" I asked, Harry nodding, staring at Tina like she was some alien. "When's the last time you rode a horse?" my curiosity piqued, the senseful part of my brain ignoring the blaring alarms telling me to shut up and leave him alone and just be thankful he is actually helping me.
Instead of replying, he asked, "Won't I break her?" making me snicker, shaking my head.
"Nope"
"But your horse is ginormous?" He frowned, tugging at my heartstrings as he appeared like a little boy afraid to learn to ride a bike.
"Shouldn't that make you more afraid?" I asked, Harry's head snapping over to look at me.
"I'm not afraid" he stated, sounding offended that I would even utter such thing.
Yeah, okay.
Tina was saddled up, and I led her out of the barn, handing her off to Harry before hopping up onto Baylor, waiting for Harry to do the same.
I watched Harry stand still, staring at Tina, his eyes closing for a moment before watching him take a deep breath.
Oh. This is more serious than I thought.
I watched as he hoisted himself up onto the horse; I could practically see him shaking in his boots from here.
I started to lead Baylor back down the driveway, assuming that once we got going Harry would be fine. I poked my head back around my shoulder, Harry still just sat on Tina by the barn.
"Come on slowpoke!" I called out, teasing.
I continued down the driveway, stopping to wait for Harry, only to see he was still by the barn.
I went back to the barn, hoping off Baylor and tying him to the barn again then walking over to Harry, smiling. 
"Hi" I grinned, Harry's eyes narrowed at me, "Need help?" I asked, not able to wipe the smug smile off my face. "Haven't ridden a horse before?" I asked, my tone slightly teasing, "Hm, figured you would've since you're a rancher and all" I giggled, rubbing my hand down the top of Tina's nose.
Harry's nostrils flare as he goes to get off, confusing Delaney
"Where are you going?" I asked, frowning.
"I'm not going"
"Why?"
"You're making fun of me. I have better shit to do anyway" He huffed, getting off the horse, beginning to walk away.
 I knew I was teasing him, but it was all in good fun! I didn't think he'd actually get upset! 
"I'm only making fun of you a little!" I call after him, snickering as my fingers pinched together, referencing my words. "I'll help you! Come back, please! I really need to get the horses out" I begged, guilt consuming me at the idea of having upset him. "Harry! I'm sorry!" I called after him, quickly jogging to him, my hand reaching out for his arm.
My fingers grasped his bicep, surprised by how warm his skin was, Harry still walking, ignoring my attempts at stopping his strides.
"Harry! Please!" 
"I offered to help you, and you made fun of me"
"I know, I'm sorry! I didn't think you'd actually get upset!" 
He turned quickly on his heel, facing me as I halted to a spot, "Why wouldn't I? I don't ride horses for a good reason and you made fun of me! Do you know how sick and twisted that is, Delaney?"
"But.. but I didn't mean to hurt you! I just.. you're a rancher Harry and you don't ride horses! It's a little comical. I'm sorry, please" I begged, "If I knew how serious it was, I wouldn't have done that, I promise!" I could feel my heartbeat in my ears as desperation crawled out of me, wishing I could take back everything.
"I don't appreciate being made fun of" He said, turning around, back enroute to his house.
"I'm sorry! Harry, please, stop!" I cried out, tired of chasing this man all over the ranch. "You know what? Fine! Pout! I didn't know it was this serious!" I yelled, my frustration staring to bubble over, "You know, maybe I wouldn't have made fun of you if you would've just been honest with me in the first place instead of keeping everything locked away! God, I try and I try and you just.. you just.. you ignore me! And you know what? Maybe that's my fucking fault for caring and shit, but YOU'RE A GROWN ASS MAN! Act like it!" I yelled, feeling eyes surround me.
My chest was moving rapidly and I quickly moved my head to see that all the animals were looking at me.
Great.
I ran back to Baylor and Tina, grabbing Tina and leading her back into the barn to take all her stuff off until I was ready for her again, tears flowing freely down my cheeks as I choked on a sob or two.
This day has been a disaster from start to finish, and I was sick and tired of it.
I was tired of constantly walking on eggshells, feeling like I can't freely express myself down to just making a joke. If he would've told me how serious it was, I would've taken him more seriously! Just telling someone "I don't ride horses" when you're a rancher sounds stupid! Why wouldn't I have thought he was just being an asshole to be an asshole? Somehow me reading him wrong has me crying yet again like it's my fault! If he would've just been honest I would've helped him.
I wiped at my face, pulling myself together before getting back on Baylor, very much so needing this trail ride for my own mental health rather than just exercising the horse.
"Delaney" Harry's rough, flat voice said, my head dropping low.
"What, Harry?"
"I apologize for not being honest with you." He said, getting my head to lift, turning to face him. "I don't ride horses anymore" He emphasized.
"Let me guess, I can't ask why" I huffed, tired of the back and forth.
His head shook, "I'd rather not talk about it, no" 
"Okay, well. Thanks for apologizing, I guess"
I commanded Baylor to start walking when Harry stopped me again.
I groaned, stopping Baylor.
"You know Harry, I could've been done already. If you don't want to help, you could've just told me. I need to get this done. I have a lot of stuff to do today. I asked for your help because I figured you'd actually be helpful" I huffed.
I swear he flinched, his jaw clenching as he nodded.
"Sorry for disappointing you then" His voice was monotonous with a hint of sarcasm and... disappointment? 
Shit.
"That's not what I meant" I groaned, my entire body wanting to just crumple into a ball on the floor.
"No, Delaney. It's exactly what you meant" He glared.
"No it's not—" I quickly defended, wishing I could just shut up and let him be mad at me; it would be a hell of a lot easier than bickering with him.
"Sounded pretty fucking crystal clear to me" He interrupted, frustrating me further.
"Goddammit Harry, will you just shut up for two seconds! That's not what I meant! I'm tired, I'm frustrated, and I have a lot to do! I swear I can't say anything without you getting mad at me and it's tiring!"
"You asked me for help!" His voice raised, nostrils flaring slightly before he took a deep breath, rolling back his shoulders, his Adam's apple visibly bouncing as he swallowed.
"I thought you'd be helpful!"
"I'm trying!"
"How?! You stop me every time I try to make progress!"
"I haven't ridden a horse in almost two decades, Delaney! I want to help you, I just don't remember how exactly" He grumbled, his hand moving up to brush against the tip of his nose before falling to his side and pulling at the end of shirt, attempting to straighten it out more, followed by running his hands through his hair, a few pieces falling down against his forehead.
"You could've just said that, you know. I would've helped and we could've avoided this entire song and dance you like to put us through" I huffed yet again, wishing I could strangle and kiss him all at the same time.
"My job is to help you. My job is to do what I'm asked. I.." he paused, chewing on his lip for a second, his eyes narrowing, "I can't do my job, when I don't know the task"
My head tilted, "Why do you view everything as a task?" I asked, brow furrowing as I licked my lips, rolling them.
"You assigned me the task"
"No," My head shook, "I asked for help" 
"Same thing"
"No Harry, it isn't. We're doing the task together. I just.. I don't understand why everything feels like a game to you? How many times do I have to tell you that this ranch is a team effort? I don't expect you to know everything! Or to get everything done in one day! If you're afraid of horses, or don't know how to ride a horse, you could've just said that. I wouldn't have pushed you any further, or made fun of you; I could've helped you if you had told me. Can you please, please, stop viewing me as the enemy? I'm trying here, Harry and you just keep shoving me away! It's frustrating, and tiring, and honestly? I'm getting sick of it"
"I haven't ridden a horse since I was ten" he said abruptly, shutting me up.
"What?"
"I haven't ridden a horse since I was ten" he repeated.
"Yeah, no, I heard you the first time. Explain further please?"
"No"
"No? Harry—"
"Stop! Stop pushing all the goddamn time! You want to talk frustrating?! That's frustrating! You act entitled, like you deserve to know everything! I'm starting to miss when you were quiet, overthinking to yourself. You don't need to know everything, Delaney. You say I keep playing games with you, then what is this? I tell you something and you just can't leave it alone!"
"I'm just trying to understand you better" My voice cracked, my chest feeling heavy as I watched him glare at me.
"Well don't. Just teach me how to ride this damn horse so I can get this over with" he roughly replied, walking towards the barn, his back to me once again.
I took a deep breath, attempting to collect my spiraling emotions.
 I'm starting to miss when you were quiet, overthinking to yourself.
Trust me, I hear you loud and clear this time. 
"Come on slowpoke!" Harry called out, my eyes widening slightly as the burn intensified.
Did he just...?
* * * * 
Harry shaved his head. This was not on my 2023 bingo card.
I would've had this out sooner, but I redid the entire chapter twice..
Written on: November 3rd, 7th, 10th 2023
Published on: November 10th 2023
Word Count: 3729
Part Eight - coming soon
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You look good
Santiago “Pope” Garcia x fem!reader
Summary: you and Santi have been dancing around This Thing between you for some time now. Is a costume party the place to make it happen? Even if Santi hates costume parties?
Genre: Some silliness, some steam, some fluff.
Rating: M (18+ only, minors DNI!)
A/n: this is a heinously late Halloween blurb I forgot in my drafts, pls forgive 🥹
Warnings: alcohol/party, teasing poor Santi, flirting and suggestive language, use of “bad girl”, mild dim/sub dynamic (sorta), making out.
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“You didn’t even dress-up, loser?” Benny shouts across the now cramped space of your living room. Apparently even your prime real estate feels tiny with three burly guys and one Short King plus you in there.
“I didn’t have time,” Santiago yells back over the rendition of Red Right Hand Frankie is currently blasting through your Bluetooth speakers.
Benny takes a generous swig of his beer, which is cut short by an eruption of a hyena-like laugh from his mouth. “Bull shit. Look at you!”
Watching the exchange from a slight distance as you stir up the bowl of punch, you simply have to laugh. How many years has it been now, and he’s still so damn susceptible to being wound up?
It’s too easy.
Santi has an uncanny ability to look inordinately tense at times. This mother fucker is cool as a cat in the field, and yet when things cut loose sometimes he can be just a little… stiff.
Case in point - here he is, perching his generous ass right on the edge of your couch, looking all serious, despite being surrounded by Benny the zombie boxer, Frankie dressed as Woody from Toy Story, and Will as… whatever the hell Will is.
“Come on,” Benny continues, as Santiago becomes increasingly tetchy. “Like you didn’t spend two hours getting ready?”
“I don’t need that long to look good, dipshit.”
“You do look nice, Pope,” you compliment as you wander over, dishing out fresh glasses of punch. He does. Looks so good it makes your loins ache. Has you entertaining all sorts of fantasies you know will likely come to nothing.
“Thanks,” he responds bashfully, blinking up at you from beneath those impossibly long lashes of his.
“But, we were all supposed to be something.”
There he goes again, instantly on the defensive, his eyebrow arcing - all perturbed, like. “Why are you picking on me? What in the hell is Ironhead supposed to be?”
“Well… Will has a hat,” you defend, your nose crinkling since, in honesty, you’re not exactly sure. He has a point. Will looks at the floor and shakes his head, clearly disappointed that none of you dum dums get his niche references.
“You gotta dress up, pendejo,” Frankie slurs, mid-boogie.
“Is he drunk already?” Benny asks behind his hand as Frankie continues obliviously throwing shapes as the track skips on to Monster Mash. Looks like the infamous Five Drink Frankie is in town. Good - he’s a hoot.
“It’s rare that he has a babysitter,” Will rationalises. “He’s making the most of it.”
Five Drink Frankie pipes up. “Never fear Santiago, we can find you a costume.”
He waves his palms dismissively in front of him. “Eh, I don’t think so.”
“We can wrap you in toilet roll,” Will snickers, winking at you as you both watch Santi get riled up - with increasing amusement.
“No. Noooooo!” Frankie protests with gusto. “Tin foil. Gotta be.”
“Why does it gotta be, hermano?” A laugh bobs in Santi’s throat but it’s nervous. He scoops his palm around his stubbled jaw.
“Because you should be the tin man.” Frankie states, point blank at Santi, and for a long, stretched moment, the man shows no signs of humouring him. He’s obviously not getting the joke.
“Alright,” he finally concedes, voice taut amidst the rolling laughter of his companions in the room. “Hit me with it.”
Frankie winds up with relish. “You should be the tin man. ‘Cause you’re part silver and your knees creak if they’re not oiled.” He emits a throaty chuckle. “Oh and because you’re a heartless S.O.B.,” he adds for good measure, clearly in jest.
It’s funny. Frankie turns to high five Benny. Your chest tightens with mirth.
It’s funny, and it’s made all the more funny by the fact Santiago is not even remotely amused. For Christ’s sake - he knows fine well that Frankie adores him, and yet he still can’t mange to take it entirely on that perfectly sculpted chin.
“Ooh! But I do kinda like that idea,” you encourage with a shit-eating grin. You always did enjoy riling him. Had always entertained the idea that at some point he’d finally make you pay for it in ways you would enjoy. “We could wrap you in tin foil, you’ll be good to go.”
His dark eyes flick towards you, silently admonishing you for egging Morales on, and his stern look sends a flare of heat to your middle. “How about no.”
You jut out your lower lip and put on your best baby voice. “But you can cook like a little potato on the dance floor.” You jiggle your arms in a cute little dance.
Santi, for his part, squirms uncomfortably in his seat. “Yeah. Look. Costume’s just not gonna happen.”
You plonk yourself next to him on the couch, wrapping your arm around him and giving him a friendly jostle. Shit he smells good tonight. “Aww. Come on. Why are you being such a stick in the mud, Santiago?”
“I just don’t want to look stupid.”
“Like the costume was ever the problem there,” Benny snickers, and there is a resurgence of laughter in the room.
“Why not?” Will needles, evidently seeing a thread the rest of you have dropped. “Who you trying to impress, Pope?”
He tenses. Rubs his palms together like they’ve suddenly become clammy. Clears his throat several times and squirms a little in his seat. “N-Nobody.”
God you hope he’s trying to impress you. You and he have been skirting around this thing for months now, and you are practically begging that he’ll finally drum up the courage to make a move.
You all but beg him now with your eyes, flashing him a sultry stare. “Okay. Fine,” you drop your voice lower, leaning in to him. “Be a spoilsport if you like. But if you don’t dress up, I’m not putting my outfit on.”
His head swivels towards you, expression non-plussed. “I don’t care.”
You hold his gaze. “Oh, but you will. Because my outfit is very, very slutty.”
Santiago clears his throat again. Begins to nod, ever so slowly. Opens his mouth and closes it wordlessly, pouting his beautiful lips together.
“I’ll get the tin foil, hermano!” Frankie shouts jubilantly, seeing Santi collapse like a house of cards in the face of your expert negotiation.
“Nicely played,” Will praises as Santiago is frogmarched towards the kitchen, still grumbling but not quite protesting as much as he had been prior.
“Fashion him a little hat, Francisco!” Benny calls after him, face glowing with sheer, childlike delight.
“Fucking… Pendejos,” Santiago curses through his teeth as Frankie plants his hands firmly on his shoulders from behind, pressing him onward.
He pats him on the shoulder. “I’ve seen her outfit, man. Trust me. You’ll be thanking me later.”
With glee, you skip to the drawer and fish out the tin foil, holding it up with a giggle of delight.
He sighs, ever so reluctantly positioning himself in the centre of the floor, arms and legs spread out like a starfish, and resigned to his fate. “Come on then. Just do it.”
“Get him sorted, will you, Frankie? I’m going upstairs… to hold up my end of the bargain.”
You wink at Santiago as you sweep out, your chaotic laughter trailing behind you.
You do so enjoy riling him. You just really wish he’d finally do something about it.
***
You spring down the stairs as soon as Will calls to announce your Lyft is arrived, and you squeal as you see Santiago glinting in his aluminium costume, nestled amongst the throng of men gathered in your hallway.
“Haha! Cute!” you praise in delight, clapping your hands together with glee as you note that Frankie did indeed fashion him a little hat. You admire it, sat all askew and pointy on top of that bed of curls, secured under his chin with a piece of blue cooking twine. Damn. Frankie really got good at the crafting thing since his daughter started pre-school, huh?
Santiago swivels towards the sound of you, crinkling as he does so. And, when he sees you, his face drops in shock… and not in a good way. “Wait. Where’s your outfit?”
“Meh. I decided against it. A little too cold out there for something so skimpy.”
The other boys titter at how well you played him, and they begin to pile out of your door towards your waiting ride.
Santiago however, remains standing there, getting his little panties all in a twist. “Well then what are you? What have you come as?”
“Mmm,” you hum, sliding your body up beside him. Dipping your mouth all close to the shell of his ear. “What have I come as, Santiago?”
“Uh huh.” A hard swallow bobs down his throat as your breath fans against his neck. You know fine well that you get him all hot and bothered - a fact you take pride in.
You pause, lightly licking your lips for effect. And, when your voice comes again, it is dripping with honey. “I’ve come as someone that you’re gonna hook up with later. Is that alright with you, Santiago?”
The man is frozen -welded- to his spot in the doorway. Entirely arrested there, even as you sweep off down the path. You turn, watching him stupefied, and you offer him a cheeky, smug wink.
You can see the possibilities swimming in his lust-blown stare, but, naturally, the boys ensure he is torn all too harshly from his burgeoning fantasies.
“Shit!” Frankie shouts as he notes his buddy stood there, completely frozen. “Oil his knees! Somebody oil his goddamn knees!”
Laughter erupts again, and Santiago finally regains the power of movement as the undesirable teasing snaps him out of his stupor.
You take sudden pity on him, and you hold out your hand for him as he crinkles his way up the path. “Come on my little potato,” you encourage with a lopsided smile, even as the rest of the boys continue to rib him.
“Worth it.” He says through gritted teeth, as though psyching himself up for a whole night of this. “It’s gonna be worth it.”
You dip forward to plant a chaste kiss on his grumpy cheek and then you clamber inside, all of you taking your seats and clipping in.
You end up in the row to the front with Frankie and Will, Santi and Benny buckled in directly behind you. You can’t help but tune in to their conversation as the car pulls off, wheeling its way toward your destination.
“You look fucking stupid man,” Benny howls as he gets another fresh look at Santi.
“Right. And you don’t?” he bites.
“No,” Benny responds confidently, characteristically unphased. “Because I’m owning it.” You can’t even see Benny right now, but if you had to guess you’d say he’s likely flexing.
“Well whatever. Pretty sure I’m going to get the last laugh.”
“How come?”
“Because she says she’s hooking up with me tonight.”
Your lips curl into a smug grin, and you can practically feel those dark delicious eyes of his boring into the back of your head.
Oh he wants you, alright. He knows fine well you can hear him too. Such a tease.
“Aww buddy,” Benny consoles, tittering lightly and it’s not at all the reaction Santi was expecting - you can tell.
“What?”
“She’s said that to all of us.”
It’s true. You have. To every single one of them.
You’ve been bad.
Bad like you’re trying to get a rise out of him. Trying to piss him off. Is it really your fault if a lot of your fantasies are quite… specific? That you’d like him to… punish you a lil bit? You don’t think that’s so terrible, right?
You swivel in your seat, turning your head just enough then to see Santi’s aggrieved stare. You counter it, with a wolfish grin and a devilish wink, and he continues to stare you down.
“Oops,” you purr innocently, and you thrill as you watch Santi seethe, eyes blackened and brows drawn down.
Oh oh. Were you really so bad?
Sure you were. But is he going to do a damn thing about it? Probably not. He never does.
Safe to say, he’s pretty quiet for the rest of the journey.
You can only wonder what he’s thinking about, while you imagine kissing him senseless.
***
You pull up to the venue and you all pile out, already pretty raucous before you’ve even gotten inside.
That is, except for Santiago, who has become disconcertingly still all of a sudden. Unusually quiet, and even more intense than usual.
And, moments before you enter, lagging behind the group, your wrist is caught by the firm grip of his warm hand and he holds you back, guiding you towards the nearest wall. Walking forward until he pins you in place.
“You’ve been a real bad girl tonight, huh?” he purrs, the brown in his eyes engulfed by his lust-blown pupils. “You know that?”
“Of course I do.” You jut your chin out to him defiantly. “But what the hell are you gonna do about it?”
You challenge him. You look at his plush mouth. You drag your tongue along your lower lip, devouring him with your gaze. And in just a moment of you eyeing him hungrily it happens.
Happens like it always does. Unfortunately.
He loses his nerve.
In a split second, all of his bluster has gone. Collapsed. Evaporated. No more.
It’s… disappointing.
It’s less than ideal.
Of course, you could make the move yourself. Have entertained the possibility more times than you could count. But, considering the stories you’ve heard about him - the way he loves and leaves - you want him to be very sure about you. You want him to show you that he’s sure, and all you’ve had so far is him blowing hot and cold.
“Hmm. I thought so. Your problem is you’re all talk, Santiago. Like you were finally going to make an actual move on me? I should know better.”
His brows draw down, but other than that he has no response.
It’s always this way, and that’s just not going to work for you. You like a man who knows exactly what he wants. Who makes you feel sure he can handle you. Yes - even when you’ve been “bad”.
You press your palms against his chest and create some space for you to extricate yourself. “Always some excuse. This time it’ll be the costume, right?” You wait, but still he has nothing. “Foiled again.” Still nothing. You rap your fist on his tin man chest. “Your heart’s not in it.”
Still. Nothing.
Right. Okay. Figures. But he’s running out of chances. Does he want you or not? All signs point to yes, but it never quite materialises.
What’s stopping him?
You throw your hands up in the air dismissively, and you turn on your heel to walk away. Maybe for the last time. But, Santi’s small voice arrests you. “I should have come as a lion.”
You spin back towards him and fold your arms tiredly, stomping one heeled foot. “What?!”
“I should have come as the cowardly fuckin’ lion.”
You examine his expression, and he looks entirely earnest. Okay. You’re keen to see where he’s going with this. “Why? Is the tin foil too scratchy or…?”
“No, dumbass.” He walks towards you, and he gently unknots your arms, talking both of your hands in his. The warmth of his touch sends tingles snaking up your arms. “Because I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, but I’ve never had the courage to show you.” Your breath hitches in your throat as he powers closer, clear purpose and intention roping through his body. “Never had the courage to do this.”
“T-To do what, Santiago?!”
And, in answer to your question, he finally kisses you. It’s a sure kiss. Not a scrap of hesitation on the man any longer.
It is everything you have waited for. Dreamed of.
His broad hands are splayed and coursing up your back, to your neck, cradling your head as he dips his lips towards yours. You feel oh so secure and safe in his strong encircling arms.
His sturdy body is clamped close to yours, his torso arching and his tummy pressing up against you. His ample thigh is jammed in between your legs and offering an insistent pressure against your mound. You cant your hips against him and the shift sends a pleasant, resonant hum right to the tips of your toes. A warmth folding around your rib cage.
His tongue is leading, supple and confident and opening you up, the kiss deep and dirty and smug, delving into you with a promise that this is only the beginning. That he has a whole lot more to give.
He’s in control, and it’s all you’ve ever wanted.
You melt into him, into his form, liquid in his arms, and snake your fingers into his grizzled curls, pulling his kiss even deeper. His stubble grazes your cheek as his mouth works hungrily against you, and you deliver abortive, breathy moans into the cave of him as he devours you.
He overcomes you. His force, but also his tenderness. The way his sure grip offers a promise to take care of you but also to hold you safe in his arms. You feel weak, knees shaking with this energy. With the sheer possibility of it all, his kiss snaking under your skin like an electric current, bedding down into your centre. Blooming out to the far-reaches of your limbs.
You bury your head in the crook of his neck as you break for a more substantial dose air, panting gently and a buzzy feeling thrumming in your skull like he’s made you feel light-headed.
He moans. Moans for you and the way your contours feel as his broad hands rove over your body, seeking out every scrap of skin he can find bared to him.
He shifts, seamlessly tilting your head and baring your throat to him, and your stomach lurches pleasantly as you feel Santiago’s stubble graze the column of your neck, honey snaking down your spine and crawling into your bones.
“You have been a really bad girl, haven’t you?” he grits, his voice deep and dark as a pit. His tone heavy -burdened- with lust, and another rolling wave of warmth sinks right into the pit of you, your core becoming liquid.
“I know,” you manage to respond breathily as his teeth nip at your ear lobe. You whimper lightly into the air for him, coming completely undone, and yet you claw desperately for that upper hand. For some composure, and somehow, you find it. “But I’m confident I can get you to forgive me.”
He sucks at your throat, his tongue flattening over the cords of your neck, and it makes you shiver with need. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” you angle your hips against his, skimming the hard promise straining beneath his clothes. Looping your arms loosely around his neck you pull back, looking him in the eyes, his gaze heavy and half-lidded. “I think you’ll forgive me as soon as you see my costume,” you purr wantonly. “Like I said, Santiago. It’s very, very slutty.”
The broken groan Santi expels from his throat then might be the hottest sound you’ve ever heard, and, God. If you’re finally going to hook up with him tonight - if he’s finally mustered the courage? You want to make sure it’s everything you’ve wanted it to be.
And so, a gentle smile lilts over your mouth as you figure it out. If you want Santiago to punish you, you’d better be really bad first.
That shouldn’t be a problem. After all, he’s so easy to wind up.
You take a purposeful step back from him and hold your hand out for him to take, tossing your head towards the door of the venue, a playful smile dancing on your lips. “Come on then my little potato. Let’s get you inside.”
“You’re in for it later,” he promises darkly.
And finally, there it is. You’re about to have everything you want from him; and yet… suddenly that’s not all you want.
You realise that he has far more than that to offer you.
Santiago is looking at you some kind of way - a delectable heat sparking in his eyes. And yet, beneath that, something softer and far more adoring is dancing there. In the way he holds you. In the way his gaze flits steadily around your face.
You’ve always known the man was your walking fantasy, but you’ve done him a disservice. You forgot to see the reality of him too.
Still - better late that never.
You finally see it.
You think he finally found the courage tonight to live up to all your fantasies - true.
But you realise that -despite him being dressed as the tin man- you have never once doubted his heart. He’s never given you cause to.
Besides. Okay. He really does look cute in that little silver hat.
“You don’t look stupid by the way,” you intone softly, dropping the teasing edge.
“No?”
“No. You look good, Santiago.”
The softest smile claims him as you lead him inside.
For now, there is dancing to be done. And, later?
Well, later, you definitely intend to fulfil your end of the bargain and throw on something skimpy.
You finally think you’ve teased the poor man enough.
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✤ Pet Cat Fics ✤
A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.
- Top 5 H/L Fics -
1️⃣ The One Where Harry Really Doesn't Have Ten Cats by LoadedGunn (T, 10k)
"Mate, you can dress him up in a tutu and upload it to YouTube, I don't care as long as he's alive when I come back."
Harry gasps. "How did you know I have three tiny cat tutus?"
"You sound like the crazy type."
Or, the AU where Harry is a pet-sitter for the rich and famous, and Louis is rich and famous.
2️⃣ Emperor's New Clothes by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships (E, 92k)
The fact that Louis’s most precious belonging was a cat with a face like thunder and an uncanny ability to cover every single inch of Louis’s clothing with cat hair was something that Louis chose not to think about too much.
or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship.
3️⃣ Thought The Song Was Sung by @100percentsassy (E, 12k)
Louis never auditioned for the X-Factor. Years later, Harry's just another gay ex-boybander who lives alone with his cat... until Niall decides to take matters into his own hands and set up a profile for Harry on a dating website.
4️⃣ I hear you calling in the dead of night by Thelonelycoast (M, 72k)
No one really notices Marcel Styles. In fact, Marcel’s so invisible that if his teachers don’t call on him in lessons - and they rarely do - Marcel can go whole days without speaking to anyone other than his mum, his sister, Gemma, his cat, Dusty and the school librarian, Alma. And if he just so happens to have a tiny, miniscule crush on the footie captain, Louis Tomlinson, well, that’s no one’s business but his own. Until Louis notices him back...
5️⃣ knock knock, i love you by beautlouis / @thelovejandles (E, 86k)
“Well,” Louis says, searching for something to relieve this tension. “I think if a bloke gets kicked out of his stats exam for a knock knock joke, he deserves to hear the punchline, yeah?”
“Oh!” Harry says, beaming. “I forgot where we left off, what was it again?” He looks overjoyed to be exchanging a shit joke.
“Ah, you said knock knock, then I said who’s there, and then you said Noah,” Louis supplies helpfully. He hates that he's actually curious about the rest of the joke. “So, Noah who?”
“Oh,” says Harry, in a much different tone, dragging out the syllable. He looks bashful now. Louis cannot keep up with this boy, it's going to kill him. “Right, well.” He shuffles his feet. Fuck, what kind of knock knock joke gets a boy nervous? “Noah a good place we could get something to eat?”
[Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.]
HIDDEN GEMS:
💎 The Changer and the Changed by @homosociallyyours (M, 59k)
It’s the spring of 1977 and Harry Styles has just moved to New York City after graduating college. She knows she’s a lesbian. She just needs to figure out how to meet other lesbians.
Louis Tomlinson works at a popular women’s bookstore in the Lower East Side, Womon’s Direction, where she spends her days reading feminist literature, writing poetry, exchanging friendly barbs with her boss Niall, and dreaming of finding someone to love.
When Harry and Louis meet, their connection is instantaneous. Slowly but surely, Louis welcomes Harry into her community of women. Stonewall veteran and old school butch Niall; Liam, a land dyke who’s moved to the city for love; and Zayn, a lesbian musician who’s been ostracized by a vocal part of women’s community for being trans, welcome Harry with open arms, ready to help her find her place in New York City’s bustling lesbian scene.
It’s a time of growth for everyone involved.
💎 Treat Mothman With Kindness by flowercrownfemme (T, 16k)
“Does anyone else ever think mothman is... Kinda hot?” “No?” Zayn squinted, frowning. “Louis? The fuck?”
In which Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn are amateur cryptozoologists and Harry is the creature they find in the woods of a small north-western town. ft. lots of glitter and shrieking and a whole shed full of lesbian cats.
💎 Forever You'll Be There by my Side by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (G, 4k)
If asked, Harry would say that he doesn't live alone; he lives with his lovely and intelligent cat Starberry. He lives on a street full of witches and wizards that he sees briefly before they apparate off their front steps, and his sister floos by unannounced quite often. If asked, Harry would say he lives a rather content life.
If asked, Harry would not say being practically run over by his new neighbour the first time they meet is a positive thing. He may even say that he wishes that new neighbour would stop following him around and let him do his produce shopping in peace.
💎 meow or never by velvetnoodle / @femslashy (T, 3k)
Harry is having a terrible, no good, very bad day.
He’s holed himself up in the back of the university library, stealing an entire sofa for himself. The fact that no one has said anything to him about it just goes to show how much his feelings must be on display. That’s nothing new; Harry’s always worn his heart on his sleeve. And cried easily. Not that he’s crying yet, but he’s close. It’s been a right shit day, and Harry just wants to go back to his room and bury his face in Evie’s soft fur. Unfortunately, he no longer has that luxury.
When Harry is forced to choose between getting kicked out of student housing or giving up his cat, a moment of self-pity leads to the discovery of a third, and much more appealing, option
💎 Zoey by @wabadabadaba (G, 2k)
Harry knew his first name, but he liked the way Dr. Tomlinson sounded more. Harry watched as Louis unclasped her harness and set it aside and pet her back and under her chin. Louis kissed the top of her head and murmured sweet nothings to her- mostly about how pretty she is and how well behaved she is. Harry wished it was him.
or Harry has a huge crush on his cat's veterinarian and finally decides to do something about it.
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