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wordsbyrian · 5 months

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Divine - Kelley O'Hara x Reader

Summary: Request was along the lines of Kelley x Reader where R is like divinely attractive. like the sun always hits her perfectly and everybody is in love with her. maybe she catches her teammates watching edits of her?

A/N: it was a request and then it was on the poll from ages ago and then i told @wosobullshit that i would write it so yeah. ta-da!

No one on the team is really sure how you do it.

It seemed like no matter what was going on around you, you managed to look perfect at all times, at least in your girlfriend’s opinion.

Doesn’t matter if you just finished running the beep test, or played a full 90 in a torrential downpour, or had just rolled out of bed for one reason or another. You always looked like you just stepped out of the pages of a sports magazine, even when you were forced to wear the hideous Portland jerseys.

The thing is, your girlfriend, Kelley, can’t even explain it but she’s more than willing to stand and stare and enjoy the view.

Currently, she and the rest of the team are watching as you help some of the trainers set up the cones for a drill and for some reason it seems as though no matter how you turned, you seemed to catch the light perfectly.

“Christ,” Sonny says, whistling lowly, “the fans might be right about Y/N.”

Kelley’s quick to reach out and swat at her young friend, “Hands off Sonnett.”

“I’m just looking.”

“No looking either!”

Unfortunately for Kelley (and the rest of the team) her voice travels just enough to be heard by the coaching staff, who are quick to rush them onto the field to get practice started.

Throughout practice, you do feel more eyes on you then normal but you brush it off as the training staff wanting to keep an extra close eye on you since you were still bouncing back from an injury. Of course, you noticed Kelley staring but that isn’t really anything new as you catch her staring at all hours of the day.

There’s also the cameras that feel like they're constantly on you. Which is weird to you but you push through and get on with the drills.

That afternoon when everyone has been loaded back onto the bus and you’re on your way back to the hotel, you notice the eyes on you again and you’re also pretty sure you hear someone whispering about the vein popping out on your forehead but you’re too busy arguing with Crystal to care.

“No, Y/N/N, there’s no way that you’re trying to tell me that ‘Hit Em Up’ is a better diss track than ‘No Vaseline,’” Crystal says, “‘No Vaseline’ is the diss track.”

A very important topic of conversation.

You shake your head fiercely before speaking, “Pac started the song by saying and I quote ‘that’s why i fucked your bitch you fat motherfucker’ then ended it by making fun of Prodigy for having Sickle Cell. Cube didn’t say anything that brutal.”

“Cube also didn’t need 3 of his friends to back him up in his beef,” Crys shoots back.

“He was beefing with the dudes that helped make him famous! HE DIDN'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS LEFT TO BACK HIM UP!”

The two of you have been having this argument on and off for weeks. Always over the same two songs and there is no doubt in your mind that your teammates are sick of hearing it. Especially the ones that have to put with you in POrtland and with the national team.

“Helped make him famous?!”

“Yes!”

“Seriously?!”

“Yes!”

The two of you are both leaning across the aisle, glaring at each other at this point, faces so close together that anyone else would’ve found it uncomfortable but the two of you had grown up together and as such were unfazed by it.

Out of the corner of your eye, before you or Crystal could continue, you noticed Kelley and Sonnett sitting in the back row glancing at a phone, then back at you, then back to the phone before giggling.

“I’ll get back to you in a second, Dunny, this isn’t over,” you say before getting up and heading towards your girlfriend.

It's not that hard for her to spot you coming, being in a confined space and all. The whole tall and tattooed thing you have going isn’t really beneficial to sneaking up on people either. BUt your height is currently working in your favor because it means you can easily see the way both Kelley and Emily scramble to hide the phone (and its screen) from your view.

“Hi, baby,” Kelley says when you reach them and drop into the seat across from them.

“Yeah, ‘hi baby’” Sonny mimics, earning an elbow to the gut from her fellow Georgian.

“That’s not suspicious at all,” you mumble under your breath. “Anyway, I was wondering if the two of you troublemakers made any plans for tomorrow or if I’ll actually be able to hang out with my girlfriend at some point this camp.”

“You can have her, Y/N/N, I’ve been trying to get rid of her days,” Emily jokes.

Laughing at the offended look on Kelley’s face, you press a kiss to the side of her head before heading back to argue with Crystal.

The next day, you and Kelley are basically attached at the hip, or more accurately, the hand with the way she’s been dragging you from place to place the entire time.

And now after much convincing (read: whining) from you, you’ve finally got her to agree that a nap is a good use of your afternoon.

There’s only one issue…

“Babe, the key to a successful nap is having your eyes closed.”

“My eyes are closed.”

“They aren’t,” you say.

“How do you know my eyes aren’t closed? You’d have to have your eyes open to tell.”

“I can tell,” you say, still not opening your eyes, “because I can always tell when you’re looking at me. Even in the world’s most crowded room, the feeling of your eyes on me is unlike any other. So close them so I can sleep.”

A soft kiss is placed on the underside of your chin and there’s a bit of shuffling as Kelley tries to get comfortable. You let her squirm for about 30 seconds before you tug her firmly against you.

“Yea that’s enough of that,” you say. “And for love of God, stop staring at me.”

“You say the sweetest things to me when you’re tired.”

“Mhmm, love you too. It’s time to go night-night now.”

“That’s the tone you use with Charlie,” Kelley’s voice is indignant.

“Shhh, it’s time to go night-night.”

There’s some grumbling from the older woman but you ignore her in favor of going to sleep.

When you wake up from your nap, Kelley is nowhere to be found which isn’t very surprising. Luckily you know exactly where to find her or so you thought.

The walk to Sonny and lIndsey’s room is a quick one but you get turned away at the door by LIndsey who tells you that neither Frat Daddy is inside. She tells you that they said something about the social media team but you instantly decide you want nothing to do with that.

So instead you head off to find your best friend.

Marcel.

But to find him you need to find his mother, an easy task especially when all you have to do is follow the music. Which leads you down the hallway to the room where the PTs are set up.

Walking in, you’re not surprised to see Crystal on one of the tables getting a massage, while Lynn plays with Marcel on the ground. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Uncle sitting on the other table getting her hands looked at, but you don’t pay any attention to that. Instead you walk in and pick your little homie up.

“Hey,” Lynn calls out.

“Sorry Lynnie,” you say, “Marcel and I have some very important business to discuss.”

“He’s one!”

“Gracie’s corner is incredibly serious stuff, Williams. Crys, I’ll come find you when he needs a diaper change.”

You hear small chuckles from Lyss and the trainers but you’re mostly focused on the way Crystal grumbles her breath while shoo-ing you out of the room.

As you leave you can just mak e out the voice of one of the trainers saying, "It's like she doesn't even know she's doing it."

Whatever that means.

You spend the next 30 or so minutes wandering around the hotel, alternating between letting the toddler run ahead of you and carrying him while he mushes his fingers against your face, babbling on about whatever 1 year olds like. You make sure to respond when he pauses, wow-ing or asking him simple questions to encourage him to continue.

Eventually, the two of you make your way down to the conference room that’s been converted to a common area for the team.

The amount of heads that immediately turn to face you makes you slightly nervous and the nerves only worsen when you see Kelley and Sonnett once again shoving their phones behind their backs.

Rolling your eyes, you go and ploop yourself and Marcel down next to Charlie, finding the company of the two toddlers more entertaining than that of your teammates.

Unnoticed by you though, both of the kids' mothers as well as a member of the social media team taking photos of the three of you. There’s also a few unheard comments directed at Kelley that may or may not have something to do with baby fever.

Life at camp continues in the same manner for the next few days with you going about your business while your girlfriend, her goofball friend, and the social media team continue to act strangely.

It all comes to a head one day after training.

The media manages to corner you before you get on the bus and they ask you to react to a few tiktoks that fans have made about you.

It takes you all of 3 seconds before you realize what you’re watching.

“Are all of these thirst edits of me,” you gasp, not removing your gaze from the screen. “This one is captioned: I’d let Y/N Y/L/N tie me. NEVERMIND!”

You manage to get through the next 5 minutes.

You stutter and blush and sweat your way through all 5 but you manage to make it through.

Not all the videos are as sexual as the first one, some feature clips of you with Marcel and Charlie but it still makes you very very uncomfy.

When you get on the bus, you’re greeted by the sight of most of the team grinning at you like maniacs, clearly already knowing what just happened.

“Who’s idea was that,” you ask, still standing up front.

No one speaks, so you groan before beginning to trudge your way to your normal seat across from Crystal.

On your way you notice the way both Kelley and Sonny can’t seem to hold back their giggles, so you pass your normal seat and go and sit with them instead.

“The two of you aren’t nearly as funny as you seem to think you are,” you say, dropping into Kelley’s lap.

“But we really are,” Sonnet laughs while poking you in the back.

“Yea it’s not our fault that the entire internet thinks you’re divine. I’m not going to be the one who argues with them.” Kelley leans up to press a kiss to your cheek but pouts when you lean away then stand up. “I love you,” she tries.

“Love you too.”

#woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt fanfic #uswnt x reader #kelley o'hara imagine #kelley o'hara x reader

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billybob598 · 9 months

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Well Shit (Lena Oberdorf x Reader)

Hellooo people!!! This was requested by the amazing, lovely, (almost) perfect @wosofanstuff! Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @ares3460!!!!!!!! I LOVE MY GRANDMA. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one. As always any feedback good or bad is welcomed! Have fun!

Word Count: 865 (let's ignore this)

Lena observes as you go through finishing drills, dribbling around the cones seamlessly and completing a give-and-go with Lynn flawlessly. To anyone else, it would have looked like Lena was watching you because of your skills. Instead, she was admiring how beautiful you looked, how your hair fell just right over your shoulders, how your eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly in concentration as you controlled the ball, how your legs flexed when you kicked the ball, how the sun shined onto your face making you look ethereal. Yeah, it was fair to say that Lena was whipped. Luckily, you had been dating for a little over three months now. The German midfielder had no idea how she managed to convince you on a date, but by some miracle of God, she did. No one knew that you were together, both of you agreed that it would be too much stress on the relationship if the team knew. You loved them to bits, but sometimes they could be the nosiest people ever.

“Obi?” A voice breaks her out of her trance.

“Huh?” Jule just chuckles at the confused look on the young German’s face.

“I know Y/N is an amazing player but we have to go do media,” she tells her friend.

“Oh, yeah, okay,” Lena’s cheeks heat up at being caught staring at you. Thankfully Jule just thought she was watching because you were good.

Later that night, you’re at your apartment when your phone dings from an incoming text.

Obi💚

Can I come over?

Of course xx

Be there in 5

Sure enough, a knock drew you away from the kitchen five minutes later. When you open the door you’re met with your girlfriend in an oversized hoodie and two cans of Fanta in hand. Fully opening the door so she can walk inside, you watch as she expertly moves around your home, proving how much time she spends there.

“What are you making?” She asks, gesturing to the kitchen.

“Spaghetti. Have you eaten yet?” You say heading back to check on the pasta sauce.

“No.”

“Okay, it should be ready in like five minutes,” you wander back to the living room to see your girlfriend already setting up a movie on Netflix.

The movie plays in the background as you eat your dinner, with light conversation continuing throughout the night. When the movie ends, Lena picks up the dirty dishes and begins to clean the kitchen. You sit on the island watching her. How one person could be so perfect you have no idea.

“You’re staring,” Lena says with a smirk. You roll your eyes, a blush creeping up your neck.

“No, I wasn’t,” you say defensively. Her smirk only gets wider as she raises her eyebrows. God, how you wanted to just kiss the smirk right off her face.

“Sure, schatz.”

“If anyone is staring it’s you,” you say, deciding to turn the tables on her.

“What?” She asks confused.

“I saw you staring at training today, you were practically drooling.” Now it’s Lena’s turn to blush.

“Shut up,” she mutters and throws the towel she was using at you. You laugh, music to her ears. A smile works its way onto her face and she walks around the counter picks you up and gently places you on top of the counter. Considering she’s got a good three inches on you, it’s not that difficult. She steps in between your legs, slowly reaches up and caresses your cheek. Your eyes flicker down to her lips and without hesitation, Lena tilts her head up and presses her lips against yours. One of your hands moves to her hair, running through it. Lena lets out a soft moan. You immediately take advantage and slip your tongue inside. The two tongues fight for dominance while Lena’s hand grips onto your waist. Her other hand finds the small of your back. Your senses are overwhelmed, the feeling of her lips on yours, her hair between your fingers, her hands all over your body, just…her. Then, she removes her mouth from your and starts to plant wet kisses down your neck. They get lower and lower and lower until-

“What the fuck?!” Someone yells, interrupting the makeout session. Both of you jump apart looking very startled. You freeze when you see half of the team standing there watching you with their jaws hanging and eyes comically wide.

“Well shit,” Lena mumbles, pulling away from you a little more. Of course, you had completely forgotten that you had given a spare key to Sveindís. And of course, she chose that night to break in and bring half the team for an impromptu movie night. Everyone was silent for a few more seconds when finally Alex spoke up,

“Are you two like, together?” You glance warily at Obi, she looks at you with a soft smile and slips her hand into yours before answering,

“Yeah, we are.” This opens up the floodgates.

“Oh my God!”

“How long have you been dating?”

“Who asked out who?”

“Who else knows?”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us.”

“I knew it!”

It’s safe to say that movie night did not happen.

#lena oberdorf x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #gerwnt x reader #lena oberdorf #vfl wolfsburg frauen #vfl wolfsburg women #vfl wolfsburg women x reader

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madsnowstorm · 1 year

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everything | j. seresin

beyond - leon bridges ft. luke combs

summary : jake loves weddings. you hate them. shared revelations might just change your opinion

warnings - 18+, fem!reader, established relationship, FLUFF. so much fluff. not beta'd,

notes — happy valentine's day! here is a sickly sweet one for @roosterforme's 'love is in the air' challenge. like, so sweet.

Jake loved weddings. He always enjoyed a good reason to dress up, hair gelled just right and cufflinks perfectly in place. If he happened to be in Texas he’d have on his favorite pair of boots and a bolo tie. He loved dancing at the receptions. It didn’t matter if there was a live band or a DJ, Jake was always out on the dance floor. This was especially if there was line dancing involved. Then there was the cake. Jake’s one weakness in life was wedding cake. He could turn down any cookie, pie, or ice cream cone shoved in his face…But wedding cake? There was no holding him back…Except today, at this wedding, he could only focus on one thing. You.

You were sitting at a table that was right off the dancefloor. One shapely leg was thrown over the other, peeking out of the slit of your burgundy bridesmaid dress. Your bare foot was bouncing to the music and your eyes were trained on the bride and groom who were sharing their first dance. Jake’s eyes traveled quickly to Javy and his new wife, his childhood sweetheart, Leah, as they swayed to the rhythm. They did not care that over one hundred people were staring them down. The only thing capturing their attention was their partner. Jake only looked at them for a moment longer before letting his gaze drift back to you. His eyes were drawn to how soft and bright your skin looked. You looked soft and supple.He wanted to glide his hands over your bare shoulders and down your back. You were radiant...Like the sun. And he wanted to put that shit in a bottle and tuck it in his pocket.

God. You were so fucking beautiful.

Funnily enough the two of you met at another wedding months ago. One of Javy’s and Leah’s friends from their youth was getting married and Leah was a part of the bridal party. Javy didn’t want to be alone and knowing that Jake was down to crash any wedding, brought the blond along. Jake wished he could say that he noticed you the moment you walked into the large event space. He wished he could tell you that he’d gotten tunnel vision when he saw you walking towards him. Wished that he could drone on and on to his future grandchildren about how the moment your eyes met his, he knew you were the one.

No. That didn’t happen. In fact, you were late to the ceremony and snuck in next to Javy. Javy’s body shook with laughter as you raised your hand in an awkward wave, cringing. Seconds later the ceremony started and his attention turned from you to the ceremony. He actually forgot that you were there until the ceremony was over and Javy was introducing you both. As you both sipped on drinks of your choice while the event space was being converted for the reception, the topic of work. You were extremely uninterested in the fact that he was a naval aviator. He attributed that to you knowing Javy for so long, but it did stump him a little bit.

As he talked with you, he found himself trying to impress you. He wanted to make you smile, to make you laugh. He wanted to see you after this. It was different than it normally was. Typically when he left weddings he was going back to some hotel room with a girl on his arm and a pleasant buzz, and was gone by the next morning. You, though? You left before they even served the wedding cake, mentioning something about it getting late after looking at the delicate gold watch on your wrist. Jake did not understand. How could someone leave before having at least one slice of cake?

In the moments it took for him to try and wrap his head around that unfathomable act, you’d made it to the parking lot. It only took a few moments for the blond to catch up to you, yelling your name and waving his hand to grab your attention. Standing by your compact SUV, he all but begged for your number. He could tell by the way you bit your bottom lip that you weren’t entirely sure about him. He was willing to let you go, but just as quick as you decided to leave, you also decided to give him a chance. Numbers were exchanged and drinks were planned.

Five months later led you to where you were today; you happily watching your friends on the dance floor and Jake longingly watching you. The song the band was currently playing transitioned into another. This song had a slightly peppier sound, but still had a slow rhythm.

“The bride and groom would love to invite you to grab a partner and join them on the dance floor!” The lead singer announced before they began singing.

Jake made his way over to you, dodging people who were now walking around. Some were headed to the dancefloor, while others looked to be grabbing sweet snacks or drinks. There were some older couples that chose to stay seated, enjoying the sight of young love. Your eyes were still on your friends, but now your body was beginning to sway with the new song. Jake thought that was good, because it meant it would not take much convincing to get you out on the dance floor. As Jake walked closer, he watched your eyes move from Javy and Leah, to him. Your smile widened and his heart stuttered.

You hated weddings. They were expensive and uncomfortable. The wedding industry was practically a crime against humanity and you could think of a million different things that could be purchased for the cost of a wedding. The food was never good and the wedding cake was always bland and usually dry. The only thing you could slightly be on board with were weddings that had an open bar. Leah was one of your childhood friends and it was only because you loved her and valued her friendship that you adopted the motto grin and bear it when you accepted the offer to be a bridesmaid. It also helped that Jake was just as much of this process as you were.

He was the exact opposite of you. The man adored any reason to celebrate, weddings included. In moments he knew you were overwhelmed or just completely done with all the pomp and circumstance, he would always find a way to put a little joy in your heart. A wink here, a flirty touch there. Your boyfriend almost made you forget that you hated weddings.

“M’lady,” He asked, appearing behind you. You looked over your shoulder and basked in the beauty of the man in his dress whites. While he was far from the only one dressed in his military regalia, he was most certainly the best looking. Your gut filled with anticipation for what was going to come after the wedding. “Can I have this dance?” You lifted your finger to your chin, tapping it as though you were deep in contemplation.

“I’m sorry, but I-” Jake didn’t let you finish your joke. He grabbed your free hand which was draped over your chair and pulled you up. It was clear the dance floor was his destination.

Other couples were swaying around the tiled door. You caught Leah’s eye and she smiled at you. Your friend looked beyond happy and incredibly in love. You were happy for her and Javy and wished them nothing but the best. Jake pulled you close as you took your spot near your friends. One hand was heavy on your hip, the other grasping one of yours. He held it close to his heart, letting both your hands rest on his chest.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” He remarked.

“Hmmm, maybe once or twice.” It was more than that. All throughout wedding party pictures he kept whispering compliments and promises in your ear. He made you feel like the most beautiful creature to have walked the earth. You could feel the rumble of a chuckle under the back of your hand.

“Anyone ever mention how funny you are?” It was now your turn to laugh. Jake’s only response was to shake his head. He got quiet for a moment, before asking another question. “Do you want to get married?” The question took you off guard, causing you to step on Jake’s toes.

“Are you proposing?” You hoped he couldn’t hear the nerves in your voice. The two of you had not talked about the future, completely fine to move at the snail's pace you’d been at.

“No, not at all.” Jake shook his head. “I just meant in general. Do you want to get married?” Was this really the time? Your heart was beating heavily against your chest. It wouldn’t be surprising if Jake could feel it.

“Do you want to get married?” Was your coy response.

“Don’t deflect. It’s a simple question.” Jake was an arrogant guy. It was one of the first things you noticed about him. He typically spoke with a teasing tone, but there was no hint of it now. He was serious.

“Married to you or just married?” You matched his tone. This time you weren’t being playful and you needed this clarification before you gave yours.

“Married to me.”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation, but the words left your mouth without permission. Part of you was scared that your feelings about the future wouldn’t be reciprocated. “Do you want to get married to me?” It was his turn for honesty, but as your eyes roamed over his face you knew your mind could not prepare you for his answer.

“I want everything with you, Darlin’.”

“Jake…” His name was no more than a whisper on your lips.

“I’m sorry if that is too early or if that scares you , but it’s the truth. I want marriage, yes, but I want you to meet my family. I want to make a family. I want a dog and a house. I want someone to come home at the end of hard days and long deployments. I want everything.” The only way you knew how to react was physically. As your lips met his, you didn’t have a single care about all the people around you.

“I love you.”

“I know, who doesn’t?” Your eyes narrowed and you pinched his hip. He playfully yelped. “Did I say that? I meant to say that I love you too.”

Maybe weddings weren’t so bad, after all.

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liightsout · 1 month

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the blue - part twelve

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✯ summary: waking up together, first dates, first kisses ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc ✯

✯ content warnings: light swearing ✯

✯ now playing: the alchemy - taylor swift ✯

✯ series masterlist ✯

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Mattie wasn’t sure how long she had been awake for. It felt like hours. The loud ticking of the clock hanging on her bedroom wall sounded quieter than it ever had, drowned out by the light snores from the man lying next to her. In reality it had only been a few minutes, she knew that, but time seemed to pass slower with the early morning sunlight peeking through her curtains.

Soft exhales from Danny’s lips danced across her skin. He had found a perfect space for himself between her collarbone and jaw at some point during the night and hadn’t moved since. She didn’t mind. Their legs were still entangled from the night before. His arms wrapped firmly around her body, securing himself to her. She didn’t mind that either.

They had stayed up the night before for hours, just talking and sharing secrets. Like small children at their very first sleepover. Newly found friends exchanging everything from favourite movies, first crushes and their deepest insecurities.

Danny had spoken about his dreams of a big family one day. A dream that he felt wouldn’t be possible given his current lifestyle. Formula 1 athlete and dedicated family man was not something he felt he could juggle easily. He feared the criticism of the media that he already faced in his career. He didn’t want to bring up a child around that.

Mattie praised him for that. It would be easy for him to have a family. To pick one of the many perfect girls that she was sure had crossed his path and to settle down. She could imagine Danny easily, a couple kids, a beautiful wife and a white picket fence. It would be easy to not give them the proper attention a family deserved. She felt it was mature of him to put that dream on the back burner, not many men would. Danny wasn’t like many men.

She told him about her family; a topic she didn’t bring up easily. Explaining that she had been raised in a single parent household. Her Dad had left when she was 3, he decided having a kid hadn’t been the life he had planned for himself.

She didn’t blame him anymore. Her parents had been teenagers when her Mum had fallen pregnant. A happy accident her Mum had always called it. When she was younger she blamed her Dad for leaving them. A bitter resentment that faded the older she got.

With age Mattie realised that her father was just a kid himself, running scared from big adult problems. She knew the feeling.

Her Mum had done more than enough for her. She had shown her enough love and guidance that she knew she hadn’t missed out on anything.

Danny had listened to her recounting stories of her childhood. Baking birthday cakes, a different flavour each year. Creating make believe tales of princesses in castles being rescued by their prince charming’s. Hot summer days spent at the beach, with sticky cheeks from ice cream cones and sun cream. Not once did he offer her fake sympathy at a life he might have thought she missed out on due to an absent father. Instead he listened attentively. Instead he told her that her Mum sounded like an incredibly strong woman, just like her daughter.

It was Danny groaning that pulled her from her thoughts. She felt his hands tighten around her frame and pull her closer than she thought possible, nothing separating them but the clothes on both their bodies.

“It’s way too early for either of us to be awake” he spoke, his voice rough with sleep. His accent sounded stronger than it had ever before.

Mattie let out a laugh and looked down at the man that had cocooned himself around her.

“It’s actually 9AM, which means you’ve missed your morning training session with Michael” she said, adding a mocking tut at the end. She brought her hand up to rest at the back of Danny’s head, scratching delicately at his skin, playing with the soft curls that lay there.

“Nah it’s fine, I text him last night and cancelled, told him I had more important thing to do today” his voice trailed off toward the end as he let out a sigh, “please don’t stop whatever it is you’re doing right now with your hand” he said his voice thick with satisfaction.

She let her fingers move back and forth through his mess of curly brown hair. A satisfied hum left Danny’s lips as he memorised the way her hands felt against his skin. Their peaceful moment rudely interrupted by a loud banging noise at the bedroom door.

“Urm guys, I actually dread to think about what is going on in that room and I am terribly sorry to interrupt whatever early morning escapades you’re getting up to, but I brought you coffee and breakfast. It’s in the kitchen for when you’re… finished” Adam’s voice travelled through the door followed by a booming laugh and the sound of his footsteps down the hallway.

Mattie’s face flushed as the Aussie joined in with their friend’s laughter. She felt the urge to jump to their defence, to claim that nothing like that was going on. Instead she found herself caught up in Danny’s contagious laugh. She liked laughing with him. It made her feel lighter.

Raising his head for the first time since he had awoken, Danny looked up at her blushing smiling cheeks, a dopey grin on his face.

“Come on pretty girl, up and at ‘em. First, breakfast, and then I owe you a date.”

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Mattie couldn’t recall a first date that she enjoyed. Admittedly there had been a few that had been nice enough, but never anything to write home about. She found that first dates consisted of awkward dinners, disappointing small talk and unwanted wandering hands.

She longed for a man to consider her. To consider who they were going on a date with, and cater it just for her. She knew it was wishful thinking, well aware that dating in your twenties was comparable to a hellscape. She had decided long ago that the fewer first dates she went on, the better.

She should have known a first date with Danny would be different.

When he had first brought up the notion of a date on that FaceTime call she had been ecstatic. The thought of spending any amount of time with him was enough to keep her smiling for days. It was only when she had considered what a date with Danny would look like that she felt the nerves creep in.

She hoped that Danny knew her well enough to know that the last thing she wanted was for him to make a big fuss. She didn’t want him to splash the cash like he didn’t have a care in the world. Sure, the finest restaurant in London followed by fancy drinks at a high end cocktail bar sounded nice, but not what she wanted. She didn’t need Danny to try to impress her like that. He’d already done enough, she just wanted to spend time with him.

She should have known Danny knew her better than that. She shouldn't have doubted him like that.

Giving no indication on what he had planned for the day, Mattie had agonised over what to wear. She eventually settled for a pair of loose fitting jeans, a chunky knit sweater and platform Converse. A perfect combination of comfy but cute. Hair and makeup was much easier now that Danny had seen her first thing in the morning. She settled for light makeup, a bit of blush and tinted lip balm. She wore her hair down, framing her face with natural waves.

A knock at the apartment door signalled Danny’s arrival. He had left an hour prior, ducking out after sharing a breakfast muffin with her. Adam had given him the code to the communal front door before he left, “you might as well have it if you’re going to be here all the time” he had said.

She found the Aussie at the door, a large bouquet of wild daisies in hand, “pretty flowers for a pretty girl” he had told her. She wondered if she would ever get used to how easily compliments would fall from his lips, always aimed in her direction. She doubted it.

He grabbed her hand as soon as she had closed her front door and shouted a goodbye to Adam. With their fingers intertwined he pulled her across the street to the bakery.

With a charming smile he walked up to the barista behind the counter and asked for a preorder for “DR”. The very same barista that had informed her about Danny coming into the bakery and asking what her favourite muffin was all those months ago.

The barista, who she knew now was called Emma, raised her eyebrows at Mattie and shot her a wink as she handed over a large brown bag to Danny. Emma had been asking for updates regarding her “Australian hottie” on a regular basis. She had shrugged her off with a laugh each time and told her they were just friends and that she was reading too much into it. She feared she would never hear the end of this next time she came in for her daily blueberry muffin.

Hand in hand Danny guided her to a sleek black Range Rover parked out on the street in front of her flat. He opened the passenger door for her and waited until she was safely buckled into the seat before handing her the brown paper bag filled with goodies. A swift warning of “no peeking” followed with a joking finger wag.

In that moment she didn’t care what was in the bag. Her mind reeling over the small action of having a car door opened for her. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had treated her with such care and attention.

Jumping into the front seat Danny handed her his phone with Spotify already open, telling her to put on whatever she wanted for their journey. The car’s engine roared to life and in no time he was expertly navigating the streets of London.

Staring at the unlocked phone in her hands Mattie’s mind went blank. The small act of handing her his phone would have seemed so insignificant to anyone else, she was sure of that. To her it was huge. She recalled dating men for months that would refuse to even let her look at their phone screens, let alone hold their unlocked phone in her hands. Especially while they were too busy to see what she was doing with it.

She knew that Danny knew that she would never snoop through his phone. That he didn’t need to worry about her looking for information to run to the gossip sites with. But this also told her something else entirely. This told her that he had nothing to hide. He wasn’t worried about some girl messaging him something incriminating while she had control of his phone.

The short journey was filled with lingering eyes and bashful smiles between the pair. Danny’s hand had found its way to rest on Mattie’s thigh a few minutes into the journey. Her breath caught in her throat, his bold actions always catching her completely off guard. His fingertips flexed as he gave her a light squeeze every time he caught her singing along absentmindedly to whichever Taylor Swift song she had selected to play through the radio. She wasn’t a fan of long car journeys, but she hoped that this one lasted forever.

Mattie had instantly recognised where they were the minute Danny had pulled the car to a stop. Her eyes lit up as she turned round to look at him in the driver’s seat.

“How did you know Primrose Hill was my favourite place in the city?” she said with a suspicious glint to her voice. Danny shrugged his shoulders, feigning ignorance as a childlike grin spread across his cheeks.

Adam, she thought. She didn’t mind that he had told him. If anything she found it adorable that Danny had asked her best friend for ideas of where to take her.

This was the kind of date she had always wanted. Someone who cared enough to consider her. Of course Danny would have worked out exactly what her idea of a perfect first date would be. She didn’t need to worry about fancy restaurants and awkward small talk over a bottle of cheap wine.

The sound of her door opening and a large hand being offered to her pulled her from her thoughts. For the second time that day the pair walked hand in hand. She never thought her hand would ever fit so perfectly with another’s. It felt like he filled up all her empty spaces.

They spent the next few hours cuddled up next to one another in the grass overlooking the city. The baseball cap on Danny’s head shielded his identity from the rest of the world as much as it could. To any other passerby they would have looked like any ordinary couple enjoying a perfect midweek afternoon together.

The picnic Danny had purchased contained her favourite sandwich from the bakery. As well as two blueberry muffins, just for her. She had argued that she didn’t need two and that Danny should have the other. He firmly declined and told her the other was for later on when she felt hungry. Plus he had bought his own chocolate chunk cookie. He made her pinky promise not to tell Michael. She vowed it was a secret she would take to the grave.

Mattie wasn’t sure if Danny was trying to be perfect, or whether he just was. Did he mean to exude such confidence and kindness, or was it completely natural for him? Over the short time she had known him he had always considered her thoughts, feelings and welfare over his own. Whether it was making sure she knew he thought she was beautiful, or random messages while he was away reminding her to eat dinner when he knew she was elbows deep in work.

She wasn’t entirely sure where their relationship was headed, but she knew that she was far too deep to turn back now. Danny had made it clear that he liked her. She just hoped that he knew the feeling was mutual. For someone that read and edited novels for a living, she was struggling to find the words to tell him how she felt.

“Do you want to come to Monaco?” the Aussie asked as he traced his fingers up and down her arm, creating goosebumps as he went. Mattie felt her eyes grow wide as she looked into his.

“To the race, you mean?” she asked, seeking clarification. Adam had invited her to races before, ones that he could get team tickets for. Tickets were hard to come by and he was pretty far down the list in terms of ‘seniority’ so it was usually for one of the less popular races. Even then she ran the risk of getting bumped off the list if someone more important decided they needed a ticket for a friend or family member. Not that she minded, she was grateful to even have a chance at the experience.

“Uh yeah, to the race. My parents will be there, my sister too, and her kids. I thought it’d be nice for you to meet them. I have a place there so you wouldn’t need to stay in a hotel… it’s ok if you don’t want to or you can’t, I just-” he paused as if he considered his next words. “I just want you to be there and I’d be so pissed at myself if I didn’t ask, or left it too late to ask and you couldn’t make it because of work” the Aussie rambled. He looked anxious. She rarely saw him like this and each time it left her stunned that anything could ever make him anything less than cool, calm and confident.

She considered her options carefully. The last 24 hours had been a whirlwind. She knew in her heart what she wanted to say to the man sitting in front of her, with his perfect eyes boring into hers with unease. She had always believed in the power of words, yet she felt that there was nothing she could say that would bring justice to what she wanted him to know.

Mattie lent forward and placed her lips delicately against his. She felt him release a sudden intake of breath, clearly surprised at her actions. Fuck, she thought. It was too much. Too sudden. She had gotten the wrong idea.

Just as she started to pull away, she felt a strong hand at the back of neck pulling her back in. When their lips met a second time Mattie swore she felt every nerve in her body catch fire. Like a firework had been lying in wait somewhere inside her, only to be set off at the exact moment their lips touched. Like a twist of fate she had never seen coming.

The feeling of his lips against hers was what she had always imagined a first kiss should be like. No awkward nose bumps or over eager tongues. Slow and meaningful. Danny’s lips moved with purpose against hers, capturing her bottom lip between his.

Slowly they pulled away from one another. Mattie’s eyes opened and readjusted to the bright daylight around them. Hesitantly she looked to the man in front of her. Anxiety was no longer painted across his features. Instead, a warm smile that she had grown to love more than any other she had seen before.

“Is that a yes?” he spoke, a teasing look on his face. Mattie felt the blush creeping up her neck and dusting across her cheeks. She couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips.

“Of course it’s a yes. Are you sure? Monaco is a big deal, Adam’s always said before it’s one of hardest races to get tickets for” she replied.

“You’re Daniel Ricciardo’s girlfriend, of course you get a ticket” Danny said easily. As if he hadn’t just uttered the craziest sentence she had ever heard.

“Girlfriend?” Mattie choked out in response. She was sure he had lost his mind. Dating was one thing. Calling her his girlfriend was in a whole different category.

“Oh definitely, pretty girl. I had pretty much decided that was going to happen the minute I laid eyes on you.” Mattie stared at him a little longer, her brain working overdrive to convince herself this was in fact real life.

“I think it was the pink fuzzy slippers that did it for me, or the way you were ready to cuss me out thinking I was Adam” he casually replied.

It was only when his hand found hers on the floor between them and he gave her knuckles a light squeeze she concluded that, yes, this was not a dream. Not even in her deepest slumber could her brain invent the shockwaves that she felt every time Danny’s skin connected with hers.

“Does this mean I’m a WAG?” she asked with a serious look on her face. The laugh that escaped through Danny’s lips was loud and infectious. She decided then she never wanted to not know what it felt like to make Daniel Ricciardo laugh.

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As soon as they had stepped into the apartment they had been bombarded by Adam. He declared that he had been bored all day without company and needed to be a part of whatever they had planned for the rest of their evening. They both agreed, but were quick to tell him they had no plans set in stone.

This was how they had ended up sitting cross legged on the living room floor, building the Lego flower bouquet Mattie had purchased earlier in the week. She had been bored while the boys had been in Bahrain and was looking for a new hobby to pass the time. Plus, the flowers were cute and would look pretty on the desk in her bedroom. She thought that it would be a fun group activity for them all if she wasn’t going to build it on her own any time soon.

Mattie diligently read the instructions and placed her bricks together as she constructed her part of the bouquet. Danny sat patiently next to her, far too distracted by how pretty he thought she looked as she focused on the task in front of her.

Adam had rolled his eyes and mocked the Aussie for the lovesick look on his face, which Danny had shrugged off easily. He made it clear he didn’t care how he looked. He didn’t care how obvious he was being. He was infatuated.

While the pair weren’t looking Adam found himself smiling fondly at the sight before him. It had been a long time since he had seen his best friend so comfortable around someone besides himself. Despite all the jokes he was truly happy that she was happy.

“Adam, mate, you’re fucking terrible at this” Danny laughed as he watched Adam place the wrong bricks together for what felt like the hundredth time that night. The couple had finished all their pieces and were awaiting Adam to complete his.

“Fuck off Danny, like you did anything to help! You’ve spent the last hour doing nothing but drooling over my best mate and telling her how amazing she is!” the Brit retorted in jest as he pointed an accusatory finger towards his friend.

The pair continued bickering back and forth like siblings as Mattie scrolled through her phone. She had posted some photos on Instagram throughout the day. She didn’t often feel the need to post about her life online, but her newfound relationship with Danny was something that she wanted to share. It wasn’t bragging or attention seeking, just a need to show her friends and family how happy she was.

She was liking a few comments left by friends when she felt her stomach drop. She had seen that Adam had posted about their Lego date to Instagram; omitting who exactly it was that she had been on a date with. What she didn’t see was that Danny had also posted a photo of said date to his Instagram account.

It hadn’t taken long at all for the internet sleuths to work out what was going on.

They had only been together officially a mere few hours and the vultures were already circling. Her follow requests on Instagram had shot through the roof, and her message requests had gone from having one zero at the end to having three.

As she sorted through the comments she had been tagged in she felt her stomach drop for the second time. She felt as though she was on a roller coaster and hadn’t realised there was a second plummet coming, this one much larger than the first.

The post she had been tagged in was from one of the F1 gossip accounts. Pictures she had shared of her and Danny were there for everyone to see and comment on. The very same page that had posted photos she had shared of Danny and Lando prior to the race. She knew that someone who followed her had shared them from her account without her permission, she just wasn’t sure who. The sting of betrayal hurt even greater now that it had happened twice.

Mattie hadn’t realised how silent she had been until she was pulled out of her trance by Danny’s hand against her thigh. She looked up from her phone to see concern etched across his face. She hadn’t noticed that Adam had excused himself a few moments earlier to take a call from Lando, leaving the pair alone.

“You’re scaring me a little here pretty girl, why are you staring at your phone like it’s about to explode in your hands?” he asked her softly. Mattie could feel the tears threatening to escape from her eyes. She decided it would be easier to just hand him her phone. She knew she needed to try and compose herself before she spoke again. She didn’t need Danny to see her pathetic and crying over this.

Danny took the phone that was being handed to him and started scrolling through the page. Mattie watched as his face went from one of confusion, to anger, and then to concern.

“It’s not really a big deal, it was going to happen eventually. I don’t care about people knowing that we’re together, I care more about someone betraying my trust like that… and that they took away our right to tell people when we wanted to. It’s fine, really, I’m ok Danny, I was just a little shocked at first” the words fell from her lips like a rapid fire stream of consciousness.

She was very aware that this was the exact scenario that Danny had been worried about. That something would happen and she’d be sent running. She didn’t want him to think that that was what was happening.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Mattie. This is so fucked. I’ll call Blake now and see if we can get it taken down- I swear I’ll sue the shit out of them or something” Danny vowed. In the last 24 hours he had seen her on the brink of tears twice over bullshit his so-called fans had written about her on the internet. No fan of his would treat someone he cared about like this.

He felt he was also to blame for this happening. He knew it wasn’t his fault that someone had shared photos from Mattie’s private Instagram account, but he should have known it was reckless to share the photos of their date to his. It was too late now, but the guilt was filling his stomach.

Mattie could see Danny was spiralling; she knew the look well, she had worn it many times herself. As she gazed at the man in front of her she knew what she needed to do.

For so long she had thought words were the most important thing a person could wield. Since meeting Danny he had shown her the opposite. He had shown her the truth behind “actions speak louder than words”. That was why she had kissed him earlier, she needed to show him how she felt, words weren’t enough.

“Don’t do that. They can keep the post up” she said as she took her phone back from his hands. “Are you serious? No way baby, they can’t just invade your privacy like this and get away with it. I won’t let them” Danny spoke, she could hear the frustration in his voice.

Her heart swelled at the sentiment. A man that would fight battles for her. That was what she had always wanted. Someone to fight her corner and defend her honour. Like the prince did for the princess in the stories she would dream of when she was younger.

“This might be a little crazy, but you need to listen to me before you erupt and go calling lawyers and filing lawsuits… I think we should just announce it - a hard launch or whatever the kids are calling it these days” she joked gingerly. The confusion etched across Danny’s face would have been adorable in any other situation she thought.

“I’m gonna take my account off private. They can’t share it without my permission, if I give them permission. It’s like, taking the power away from them or something. I don’t know, it sounded like a good idea in my head. If you don’t want to, it's-” the feeling of Danny’s lips crashing against hers for the second time that day cut her off.

Maybe one day they’d kiss without the other making a bold statement first. Maybe, but not today.

“Are you sure?” he whispered against her lips. She could hear uncertainty in his voice. Concern that she was just saying this because she thought it was what he wanted to hear.

The answer was easy. She nodded and placed her lips to his lips. A soft hand against the side of his face was a welcomed reassuring touch. His lips caught her top lip in an attempt to create less distance between them.

Neither of them paid attention to the sound of approaching footsteps from down the hall.

“Guys, that’s disgusting, I don’t need to see this shit. Get a room! Lando, I”m coming over, they’re being gross!”

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✯ authors note: hey guys!!!!! i am SO sorry this took me so long to write. i'm in between getting a new job and leaving my old one, and had some other life dramas going on that just made it so hard for me to sit down and focus on anything.

this is such a ridiculously long chapter, so if you made it to the end, honestly bravo!

i have full imposter syndrome and think this might be the worst thing i've ever written, but i needed to get it out so that i could work on some new chapters i have ideas for.

hope everyone's been enjoying the race weekend? i forgot how much i low key love sprint weekends (sorry max)

as always, all your comments/thoughts/feedback is so so so greatly appreciated and i love receiving them.

thanks for all your support <3 ✯

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eddiesghxst · 1 year

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hellooo! the idea of eddie absolutely hating carnivals has been tossing around in my head for so long so i wrote this :)

this was heavily inspired by Hearts Aglow x Weyes Blood and is definitely not proof read

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: eddie munson x henderson step-sibling!reader

summary: you and Eddie like love each other and Eddie hates carnivals.

contains: gn!reader, secret relationship trope, eddie being down bad, carnival shenanigans, mentions of oral, lots of fluff, and eddie in his lover era <3

word count: 1.6k

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Eddie is pretty. He’s so pretty with pink and blue and yellow hues dancing across his face, carnival lights twinkling in his brown eyes. He’s got sprinkles of glitter in his hair that he will surely be bitching about later on, and his lips are tainted red from a cherry-flavored snow cone.

You want nothing more than to smear your lips across his and taste them for yourself, but you’re stuck admiring from afar, poking your straw at the watered-down strawberry slushie in your cup.

Eddie believes that carnivals are nothing but money-sucking machines. The games are rigged, the rides are without a doubt hazardous, the food is overpriced and shitty, and there are hundreds of sticky, obnoxious kids running around like they have no home training. Eddie hates carnivals with every bone in his body, but he’ll be damned if he misses out on any chance to be around you.

You and Eddie are…well you’re something. You haven’t quite established exactly what your relationship is with Eddie. You hang out a lot, and you go out to watch movies, and you hold hands, and you kiss, and you might’ve sucked him off in the back of his van a few times, but Eddie hasn’t asked you to be anything serious yet. It’s not exactly his fault, he would’ve asked you a long time ago, but you asked him to go slow and ‘let’s just be careful for now. I don’t want Dustin finding out just yet.’

So…you’re not quite dating but you’re not not dating either. You’re feeling it out. You want to be sure about your feelings with Eddie and you want him to be sure about his feelings with you; because once Dustin finds out there is no going back. And you’d hate to be the reason why your (step) brother loses such a dear friend.

Eddie agreed to go slow and he agreed to keep it between just the two of you for now, but jesus christ, he can’t stand not being able to touch you and hold you and openly admire you in the ways he wants to.

He misses you and you’re less than thirty feet away.

There’s a small stuffed animal in Eddie's hands when he walks up and sits next to you on the bench. It’s a miniature pink dolphin, the best he could get with a lousy shot.

You glance at him and smile, “Hi, stranger.” Eddie smiles back and passes the dolphin to you, you trade him for your slushie and snicker. “I thought you’d pick the shark.”

Eddie shakes his head, and peers down at the drink in his hand as he swishes it around. “It’s not for me.” He takes a sip of your drink and you watch as he smacks his lips together, letting the taste of the sugary treat settle in. “This tastes like shit.”

You snort, bumping your knee against his, nearly breathless at the sight of Eddie’s smile. “Because it’s watered down, genius.” Despite his previous display of distaste, Eddie takes another sip of your drink and you smile as you watch. Your fingertips dig into the plush toy; you want so badly to run your fingers through his hair, push his bangs back and kiss the arch of his eyebrow.

You push your knee against his once more and he looks over at you. “Thank you for my gift.” It’s almost pathetic, how giddy you get when Eddie dotes on you. He once drew a sun on your hand and you could barely tear your gaze away from it for the rest of the day. It nearly ripped you apart when the ink rubbed off in the shower.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I would've gotten you one of those huge stuffed animals, but those games are shitty pieces of money laundering thieves.”

You laugh as Eddie kicks at a rock beside his foot, mumbling a few curses under his breath. Just as Eddie begins to add to his rant, a couple walks past you, an oversized bunny draped across one of their shoulders. You and Eddie watch as they stroll by, and you fail to hold back a laugh. “Are the games rigged or do you just have poor aim?” You tease, to which Eddie snickers and responds, “I’m sure you know enough about my aim.”

The back of your hand meets Eddie’s shoulder in a warning slap and he giggles like a teenage boy.

You fall silent for a moment and Eddie melts into the feeling of your leg pressed against his. “Why don’t we go get something to eat? I know a place with better drinks than…whatever this is.” Eddie grimaces down at the drink and you roll your eyes. “We can’t just leave—” “Why not? Harrington and Buckley are here.”

You glance at him, and you can’t bear to watch the way his shoulders sink with the reminder of your reality. “Right, forgot about that for a second.” He sighs. You press your lips together before taking in a breath, turning to him, “Yeah, but you also haven’t taken me on the Ferris Wheel yet.”

Eddie gazes at you for a moment before turning to look at the large spinning wheel. He turns back to you and lifts a brow, “You expect me to get on that thing?” And you’re rolling your eyes and ushering Eddie to stand up and follow you before your friends can notice your disappearance. He complains but follows anyway, “You know they built this shit overnight right? Does that sound remotely safe to you?”

You let out a breathy laugh with a shake of your head, “Eddie, you smoke two packs a day and drink Jolt Cola like your life depends on it. That shit’ll kill you quicker than this ten-minute ride on a wobbly Ferris Wheel.” And well, Eddie can’t argue with you on that, so he sucks it up and follows you onto the ride.

Once you're on the ride, your body is pressed against Eddie’s as it begins, slowly and slowly inching you up to the top. You’re busy watching the scenery but Eddie, for the most part, is busy watching you. When you glance over at him, you become shy of his gaze and smile, pointing over his shoulder so he can turn to see the sunset. Eddie watches in silence for a moment before he speaks, “This might be the first time the sight of Hawkins doesn’t make me wanna gag…”

Eddie turns to you and winks, nudging you as he speaks “But I think that’s just because you’re here.”

You gaze at him for a minute before tilting your head, “Eddie Munson, are you flirting with me?”

Eddie hums, raising his shoulder to dramatically shy away from you as he twirls a piece of his hair with his free hand. “I’m not that obvious, am I?” His eyes shine with adoration and mischief.

You hum, tilting your head back and forth in faux thought, “Obvious? No. Cheesy? A million times yes.” “Come on that was good. You’ve gotta admit that was good.” Eddie scoffs when you shake your head no before replying, “It’ll just inflate that big head of yours.” And Eddie’s lightly pressing the entirety of his large hand against your face, playfully pushing you away as you giggle.

You grasp his wrist to pull it away and Eddie thinks you’ll drop his hand, but he’s gladly mistaken when you lace your fingers with his. Your heart skips a beat at the familiar feeling of his rough, calloused fingertips pressed against the back of your hand. Whenever he’s spent long hours shredding his guitar, Eddie makes a show of holding his fingers up in front of you and wiggling them until you gently grasp his wrist and press careful kisses to each of his sore fingertips.

Eddie’s voice is gentle and steady when he speaks, “What happened to being careful?” Your eyes meet his and for a moment, you don’t even remember that you’re on a spinning wheel, you only know you’re here with Eddie. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.” You admit.

His eyes are soft and silky pools of brown as they dart all over your face, searching for any sign of hesitation. “What about your brother? Our friends—” “Nothing matters when you’re 50 feet above Hawkins, Indiana.”

It’s your last trip around the Ferris Wheel before the ride ends, and Eddie refuses to wait in the line again and you’re looking at him like he’s a sky full of stars, so of course he kisses you. It’s slow and gentle and he wants to keep kissing you until his lungs shrivel up inside of him from lack of air. His hand cradles your jaw and he smoothes a thumb over your cheek when he pulls away.

The ride is almost over and you’re sad to have to return to your friends and be pulled away from Eddie. “Will you come over tonight?” You ask before the ride ends. Eddie had been waiting for you to ask, he’s been thinking about it all night. He tries not to sound too excited, but he’s got a shit-eating grin plastered on his face when you look at him, “Leave the window open?” “Bring some smoke and I'll think about letting you stay the night.” You tease, giggling when Eddie feigns offense.

As you step off the ride, you already want nothing more than the night to end, already missing the warmth of Eddie’s touch. But when you rejoin your friends and glance towards Eddie, he winks at you and you’re positive that you will sneak in at least two more secret rides before the end of the night.

#she’s ready now <3 #i was feeling soft today :))#eddie munson x reader #drabble #eddie munson #eddie x reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie x you #eddie munson x gn!reader #gn!reader

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sugarcloudsky · 1 year

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「Past Scars」

character: capsaicin cookie

wc: 1.2k

cws: capsaicin has scars due to his past (there isnt much detail about it), capsaicin is ashamed of his scars, reader and capsaicin call each other silly nicknames (hun, babe, etc)

sorry if this is bad yall, im not too proud of this lol. I just wanted to get something out. Will start working on requests after my exam!! thank u for all the love <3

Capsaicin Cookie groans as he stretches his muscles, sweat dripping from his forehead. His bare chest was glistening with sweat, a sign that he’d been training for the upcoming Triple Cone Cup event. He was selected as Scovillia’s champion once again, so of course he had to endure the most laborious of training in order to become the strongest! Huffing a sigh, he reaches for a towel to wipe the sweat from his face.

Deciding to take a quick break to regain energy, he collapses onto a nearby bench, the sun painting his sweat covered skin in a bright light. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the sunlight for a few moments before he returns to his arduous training. After a few moments, he begins to carefully wipe his face, almost ready to get back to training, when he’s suddenly startled by a knock at the door.

“Hun? You alright in there? Can I come in?”

Capsaicin’s ears perk at the sound of your muffled yet gentle voice. A voice that was so indescribably serene and mellifluous. His face brightens as a giddy feeling bubbles inside him. Your appearance at his training session was certainly unexpected, but it was most definitely something welcome.

“Yeah! Come in!” He shouts back at you, perhaps a bit too much excitement creeping into his voice.

The door slowly creaked open, and he watched as you hesitantly peek in for a brief moment. Your eyes meet, and you can see a bright sparkle in his eyes. Pushing the door open, you flash a smile and wave at him, a small bottle of water held in one of your hands.

“How’s your training going?” You ask him as you sit next to him, “I hope you’re not pushing yourself too hard.”

Nodding with a smile at your reply, he takes the water bottle from your hands, thanking you before swiftly chugging its contents. Droplets of water dribble down his chin and onto his chest.

“Haa! Thanks for that, baby!” He tosses the water bottle back to you, wiping his face. He stands, stretching for a brief moment before turning to address you once more, “I’m gonna keep going. Thanks for being here!”

Capsaicin’s bright smile is blinding, and you can’t help but smile back at him. Giggling, you decide to stay and watch him train. What was the harm in it? You couldn’t just come in and immediately leave. Sitting back on the bench, you watch as he continues to train vigorously, the sun hitting him perfectly, almost making him look majestic. Smiling at the thought, your eyes begin to wander a bit.

Your eyes first land on his toned chest for a brief moment, but you immediately reprimand yourself and shift your gaze. Face flushed, your eyes stop at his wrists. An involuntary hum escapes your lips.

“Hey, you took your cuffs off?”

“Huh?”

He stops and turns to you, his face twisted into an expression of confusion.

“Your cuffs.”

You signal at his wrists, which are in fact missing the cuffs that he so often wore. Capsaicin coughs for a moment, averting his eyes as he rubbed his wrist sheepishly.

“Oh, uh, yeah! I- uh, didn’t want them to get in the way. Sorry.”

You narrow your eyes. “What are you apologizing for?”

He flushes slightly. “My scars are a little unsightly-”

“I think your scars look cool.”

Capsaicin pauses. His face remains unmoving, and it’s almost like you can hear the gears turning in his head. “Huh? What?” His embarrassment rises further when he sees you giggle at him.

You stand, walking over to his much taller form. When you stop in front of him, he gulps quietly. He watches as you hold your hand out, and say to him, almost in a whisper, “Can you give me your hand?”

Without words, he hesitantly puts his hand on yours. His heart flutters at the sight of you gently wrapping your much smaller hands in his. You carefully intertwine your fingers with his, suppressing a smile as you watch him stare at your hands in awe.

“Your scars aren’t ugly, okay? Listen to me.” Your stern but soft tone surprises him, and he stiffens. “Don’t be ashamed of your scars, hun. They aren’t ugly or unsightly. They make you look tough! You’re strong, because of your scars, love. There’s nothing wrong with it. I still love you all the same, hm? I’m never going to think less of you just because you’ve got scars.”

He swallows. The words get caught in his throat, but you don’t mind. Your thumb lightly brushes over his healed scars, and he shudders. Your touch was so gentle, so loving. Capsaicin selfishly wanted more of it.

“Sorry, does that hurt?” You quietly ask.

He gives you no verbal response, only shaking his head quietly.

A smile forms on your lips as you land a small kiss on his knuckles. “Then remember what I said, okay?”

His face heats up, hotter than any of the lava he’d ever created. Tears gather in his eyes, but he refuses to let them fall. He simply mutters to you, “…Thank you.”

“Of course, hun. How about you take another break? I know you just did, but I think you deserve this. We can go out to your favorite restaurant.” You offer, sending him another sweet smile. His stomach flips at the sight.

He doesn’t reply to you. Instead, he stares at you expectantly. “…Can I have another kiss?” He asks, nervously gesturing towards his cheek.

You playfully snort, lightly punching his shoulder. “Not when you’re this sweaty, you dork.”

Finally, he laughs the boisterous laugh you so desperately wanted to hear. He flexes his muscles, mostly in an attempt to show off to you. It works. You giggle at his antics.

“I am pretty tough though, aren’t I?” He tries to sound confident, but there's a slight hint of uncertainty in his voice. He slings his arm over your shoulder, his signature toothy grin present. He looks over at you, eyes bright, but you can see right through him.

“Of course you are.” You assure him, gently kissing his wrist. He tenses, but doesn’t pull away. Instead, he pulls you closer, and you giggle as he plants a kiss on your temple. When he pulls back, his grin is still shining bright.

“Thanks for the offer though, babe! But I've gotta get some more training done! I’ve gotta win this cup!” He releases you, stretching his arm. “You being here is enough to encourage me to keep going! I’ll win this for us, hun! I promise you, I'll bring back the trophy! A-And we can have a nice date afterwards!!”

You let out a hearty laugh, and his heart jumps in joy. “If you insist, tough guy! You better keep your word, though!”

“I will, that's a promise!” He laughs loudly, his face holding a large amount of love and admiration for you. He wasn’t going to let his past hold him back again. For you, and even his friends at the other schools, he’ll keep moving forward. With a newfound determination, the fire in him blazes to life. He takes a stance.

He's not about to back away from a promise now.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #crk #crk x reader #fanfiction #x reader #capsaicin cookie #crk capsaicin cookie #crk capsaicin #i love hims #this came out messy sorry everyone

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derpdino34 · 2 months

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Secret legacy: Pt.1

Chapter 5

Dorthy was glad that they moved away from the city. The quiet suburbs was nice than busy streets. But she couldn’t help that she could’ve done more to leave him there with those . . . Monsters. The morning sun shined through the house as her coffee ran cold. A phone ringing broke her train of thought. She got up and went to the phone.

“Hello, this Ranger Malto speaking.”

Another ranger answered with an alarming tone

“We had a freak accident on the highway today. Some truck was flipped over and…”

The ranger was almost scared of what they were going to say.

“ It looked like a decepticon attacked it.”

Dorthy rolled her eyes.

“Don’t worry Ranger Luke, I got it all covered.”

She ended the call and grabbed her keys to warn drivers about the crash. She got outside and before she got to her car, she saw something moving around in the barn.

“Weird.” She thought. “Maybe it was a raccoon. The seller did say to expect some.”

Dorthy shrugged as she climbed into her car and drove away. Not noticing that Twitch and Thrash were quietly watching her .

She got to the site and . . . Sheesh, Ranger Luke didn’t do this crash justice. The truck, if you even call it that, was everywhere. Bits and pieces were melted onto the road and flown off the bridge and whatever the contents inside that truck must’ve been valuable to tear the truck to shreds. Though Dorthy did see that truck was flipped over before being torn to shreds. Nevertheless, Dorthy got to work. She got out of her car and started to put down some cones. Then she heard it. She turned around to see a familiar black and purple truck with a dark cyan van. She grabs her stop sign and shows it to the drivers. But she knew that there were no drivers. Slowly the vehicles transformed into the nightmares that Dorthy wanted dead.

Optimus prime and Elita-1.

They slowly started to walk to her.

“Greetings lieutenant Malto” Optimus said with a fake smile. “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.

“What do you want?” Dorthy said flatly.

Optimus stared at her.

“Nothing!” Optimus chirped slowly walking closer. His giant steps shook the bridge, knocking some of Dorthy’s cones down.

“I’m here to help. You know how much I helped earth from defeating those dangerous, bloodthirsty creatures who call themselves Decepticons, have you forgotten lieutenant?”

Dorthy rolled her eyes and faced him, just noticing that he knock over her cones.

Great.

“No, I haven’t forgotten about you “saving” our wonderful planet.” Dorthy ignored Prime’s stare and started fixing her cones.

“I hope this new Ranger job that Ghost has given you is up to your standards, lieutenant.” Elita-1 finally spoke.

Dorthy stopped dead in her tracks.

“First of all, it’s ranger Malto to both of you.” She snapped at both of them.

“Second, what do you mean “Ghost” gave me this job?”

Optimus slowly walked closer, too close for comfort.

“Ah, Ghost is an organization that helps fix transformers and human relationships.”

“After the war, Ghost were the only ones who were willing to help us.”

“They also capture dangerous cons to keep the people of earth safe.”

Dorthy didn’t believe anything that came out of his mouth. She moved with her family for the sole reason of getting from the Autobots.

“So this move was a lie then.” Dorthy said fixing the last traffic cone.

“We needed someone who was specialized in dealing with decepticons Mrs. Malto.”

“Besides your pet is here to help you.”

Optimus said with a smile.

Dorthy knew what he was talking about. The wind started to blow harder as she looked up at the sky. She knew that alt mode, that alt mode was the only reason she’s alive today.

It was Megatron.

#art #transformers #earthspark #tf earthspark #twitch malto #thrash malto #shattered glass

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rock-n-macabre · 7 days

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I love how Near Dark is streaming on so many platforms now! To those that are new to the fandom : howdy!

Here's a little bit of ✨ housekeeping✨ :

Caleb is just.......no. We all collectively want to knock his tonsils out his asshole .

We share the chaotic rabid possum man that is the stud muffin Severen. Welcome fellow mates. We share this possum.

It's always "Lil Boner" . Never Homer.

You listen to when momma bear talks. She will cut you.

You do NOT want to be scratched by Jesse. Those nails. He means business.

If you ask for a bite from a cone from a manic pixie looking girl and she cutely says 'bite?' back......run. That cone aint being bit.....you are.

If a yallternative cowboy comes up to the bar you're working at.....just give him his double shot of whatever good shit you got.

The night has its price. It's like one of those items you can't see the price of but when you check the price checker scanner and it's a honkin huge amount? Yeah . It's like that.

You have to kill..feed...bob's your uncle..whatever you wanna call it. Those of us who like our steaks rare....we've been training for this moment.

Just, like......avoid the sun if you burn easily. Or come up with cool methods to stay un-smored. Some get a thrill outta it though it seems ( cough ✨ Severen ✨ cough).

But yeah....welcome! 🖤🌹

#near dark #severen #near dark 1987 #severen van sickle #severen near dark #Near dark Mae #jesse hooker #Diamondback #Near Dark Homer

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xypherz · 8 months

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Sun!Beomgyu x Moon!Reader

Details: Choi Beomgyu x Reader, GN!Reader, Headcanons, 0.63k words. A series in which an idol and their partner are polar opposites.

Warnings: Not proofread, a few curse words if you count acronyms

Last of my planned sun!idols; if there are any others you'd like me to write, let me know, and I'll try my best (TXT, ATZ, or SKZ).

Forget any notions you had about the sun being warm and sweet because this man is a MENACE.

He’s the kind of sun that will melt your ice cream off the cone.

He will not apologize.

When you came into his life, he didn’t really notice.

Well he noticed, but he wasn’t super cognizant of it.

Why did it take him so long to realize?

Because you are, how do I say, a timid mf.

You’d be caught dead before you made yourself the center of attention, and you have a tendency to avoid the people who like that kind of thing.

It’s not like you hold anything against them, they're just… eccentric, and maybe a little annoying, but definitely nothing against them.

So, for a few weeks, as you integrated into Beomgyu’s life, he just didn’t seem to pay any mind to you. Not that you were complaining.

But then as the people around him began to spend more time with you, he found himself wondering why he didn’t interact with you sooner.

While, sure, you’re shy and a little bit quiet, in smaller group settings and one-on-one interactions, you and him have a very similar sense of humor.

You may be a little less upfront or energetic about it, but he thinks you’re so funny.

Though he was drawn to you and wanted to get to know you more, you were kind of… not having it.

He figured you don’t like being the center of attention since you kind of recede into the background of a lot of settings, so he was trying really hard to recede with you. He didn’t want to bring any unwanted attention with him.

Once you realized he was actually trying to make you comfortable and get to know you, you kind of warmed up a bit but were still cautious.

You probably rejected him the first time he asked you on a date.

But it’s okay because you accepted the next time!

Beomgyu never expects you to change for him.

He understands there are certain things that make you uncomfortable, so he dials it back.

He is more than happy to settle down a bit; sometimes he gets a little exhausted putting up a funny and energetic front.

He likes that he can conserve his energy around you.

He’s obviously still himself, so still a bit of a buffoon, but you’re okay with that.

You don’t want him to change for you either, and if that means you have to deal with his shenanigans, then that’s okay.

He will never, however, draw attention to you.

In fact, he actively tries to draw it away from you.

You drop a cup that creates a sound wave equivalent to that of a building collapsing? Suddenly he’s beating up Yeonjun with a pillow he pulled out of thin air (Taehyun trained him well in the art of magic).

Bro is down bad for you.

Like BAD.

His way of thinking is that he came looking for you, so he’s the one responsible for making you comfortable.

You didn’t ask for him to suddenly weasel his way into your life.

You’re not thinking this, but that’s his logic.

When you try to convince him that you’re okay with going out with him to some place where media is a potential issue, he will straight up gaslight you.

“I swear to you, it’s not a big deal. I’m okay if we go out for a while.”

“No you’re not.”

“Bro what.”

Spare him, he’s just worried about you.

Your relationship is really about compromise. You’re both willing to make sacrifices for one another, which is what makes it all work out.

That, and the buffoonery that you both initiate when there aren’t too many people to witness it.

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sha-n-dowbannedlol · 2 years

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"Want to go get ice cream?"

"Your treat?"

"You're asking for too much here, don't you think?"

You let out a soft laugh, watching Reigen get up from his seat and stretch his back after a long day of slouching over his laptop and meeting several clients. The window behind him shows the sun setting, coloring the once-blue sky with an orange—almost reddish—tint.

It wasn't often that you get to see Reigen, well, not as often as you'd like because of your busy schedules, which is why you both made the most out of your time when you find yourselves in the presence of the other whether in the form of getting ice cream, ramen, takoyaki, or just walking around Seasoning City.

The walk to the ice cream parlor was filled with chatter, sharing how your days have been with each other and complaining about your respective jobs here and there, and Reigen talking about his minimum-wage workers with such pride and fondness like he was talking about his own kids.

When you arrived at the place, there weren't any seats left so you both agreed to just buy ice cream and go to a nearby park, spending your time there until you both finally deem it late enough to go home.

You ordered your favorites and you weren't surprised when Reigen stopped you when you went to pull out your wallet despite his words earlier.

"You can pay me back later," he said, placing his index finger on his chin as he pretends to think, "Maybe by treating me to that one restaurant that opened not long ago..."

You roll your eyes at the man, hand reaching out to take your dessert as he does the same before you both exit the premises.

Now walking side by side once again, you can't help but notice as Reigen devoured his own treat, making you wince internally. You already knew he was a messy eater, but you didn't expect him to still be this messy even with a cone of ice cream.

Your eyes trace the cupid bow of his lips as he decided to take a break from mauling his own cone, and your gaze trail over the remnants of the treat still resting on his lower lip, about to run down his chin.

Your mind blanked at the moment, and your body went into autopilot—reenacting the only thought that remained in your mind.

"Reigen?"

The man stops walking at the call of his name, turning to see the blank look on your face which made him scrunch his brows in concern.

"Is everything oka-"

He didn't get to finish his words as you silently take a step closer to him, your dominant hand raising to cup his jaw gently before you leaned forward, your lips warming up his cold ones as they meet.

Reigen's mind short-circuited.

His gaze travels to the top of your head, the warmth he feels from your lips extending to his face as he turns bright red, to the tips of his ears and even down his neck. His hand almost crushed the cone he was holding as he feels you lightly suck on his lower lip before the wetness of your tongue soothes the area. Just as he was about to kiss back, you suddenly pulled away.

He didn't know what you think as he looks at your innocently smiling face, eyes closed, before chastising him.

"There was ice cream on your lip," you told him as if you hadn't just kissed him in the middle of the street, "You're always so messy when you eat."

And with that, you just turned around and focused on your own cone.

His gaze travels from you to the cone in his hand, before going back to you, now trained specifically on your lips as you eat your own treat.

You look back at him, unsure of what to think, and yet, your mind still runs a mile per minute.

Why did you do that? Oh God. This is it. He's going to be so mad, he'll be so pissed. He'll call the police on you. This is where your friendship ends.

The man finally gets over his initial shock and starts moving, prompting you to watch him like a hawk, ready to yell out your apologies for being so bold at any moment.

However, it was your turn to be shocked as you watch him shove his ice cream and smear it on his lips with a small smirk while his brown gaze studies your expression.

"Ah, I messed up again, I really am a messy eater," he said with a poor attempt to sound shocked and regretful, "I don't want to bother you, but, would you mind?"

You let out a small laugh from relief as you approach him again, placing your hand back on his cheek as you give him a bashful smile.

"Be as messy of an eater as you'd like," you told him, feeling the warmth of his hand as it snakes to your lower back, pulling you closer to him with your front now mushed against his,

"I'll be here to clean you up anytime."

#reigen arataka #reigen arataka x reader #reigen x reader #arataka reigen x reader #mp100 x reader #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho 100 x reader #mob psycho 100 reigen

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I'm not entirely sure which ones were asked yet, so just do whoever you want for these emoji:

🥘☀️🌙🍒

[ask meme]

Ah, for sure!! *rubs my little hands together*

Oh this ended up WAY longer than I expected so shoving it all under a cut to spare everyone's dashes!

🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favourite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?

Stell's favorite food is strawberry shortcake! Freshly-baked goods are a rare commodity when one is an interstellar wanderer, so they definitely take whatever chance to grab one when running errands planetside.

Outside of the occasional treasured sweet, much of Stell’s diet actually comes from the produce he personally grows in his star through hydroponics! They’re surprisingly quite good, when he does remember to eat haha

For Phemus, she likes to claim that her favorite food is whatever sludge they call coffee in the Underworld Office Break Room asdkfjsdfkn

Under the Cook Ability I think he deserves to drop Battery Acid Spaghetti -50 hp don't eat this

or an actual food item though it'd most likely be the soft serve ice cream cone! Cold and sweet! Little guy is like the snowball after all

it’s honestly debateable whether she actually drinks it or simply pretends to and makes slurping noises to piss off her coworkers >:’D I think she’s pretty partial to the idea of freshly baked bread though, especially something sweet like brioche 🤔

If shoved in the big cooking pot I think she’d drop an orange cream soda! Fizzy and colorful!

☀️ (Sun) - What’s their morning routine like? Do they take a lot of time getting ready in the morning? How do they groom themselves? What are they having for breakfast?

Stell's routine is relatively simple: get up, check in with Anima to see if he missed anything while unconscious, and work from there! Any urgent issues will lead to jumping immediately to work, but if allowed to work at their own pace, they'll take a moment to grab a quick bite and maybe fit in a training session before hopping back to fixing Anima up--working on a planet-sized piece of clockwork is hard work after all! Most of the big personal hygeine is taken care of at the end of the day, so that he can wash off all the grime and grease and dust en masse before bed haha

Phemus is like that weird fucking coworker who you never really see clock in and yet she’s always there before you who knows what her AM routine is like asdkfjn her daily routine is to get up, ✨manifest✨. Sparkle on, it's Monday!

🌙 (Moon) - Is your OC a particularly light or heavy sleeper? Somewhere in-between? Do they take naps?

Answered for Stell here, but for Phemus, it's virtually impossible to catch her actually sleeping on the job--she likes to pretend to when it's funny (or when she's slacking) but don't be fooled by the incredibly obvious snork-mimimimis

🍒 (Cherry) - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?

Looks at Stell and their extremely asocial nature. Honestly, the question may be who would tolerate each other the most asdkfjn That being said, Meta Knight or Dark Meta Knight have the highest chances for allowing mutual tolerance since they’re both the least likely to poke into his business outside of the inevitable challenge for a spar (which he’d happily oblige).

As for who he’d get along with the least, well it’s said that like repels like, and let’s just say the nuclear fallout of Stell and Susie’s egos clashing would be. Something, to say the least!

For Phemus, her easygoing nature makes her pretty likely to gel with just about anyone, but for the sake of the prompt I’d say her gossipmongering ways would earn her a pretty steady friendship with Daroach, canonically the chattiest motherfucker in the entire kirby canon asdkfjn

It’s hard to imagine her not getting along with anyone in particular, but I can see some of the more reserved folks being repelled by her outgoing demeanor. On her end though, I can likely see her initially approaching someone like Gooey with some level of unease and confusion before settling into ‘ah, this is just how he is!’ and moving right back to being pretty amicable!

That's all I got for now, thank you so much for the ask Kachi!!

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TBB HCs

Would you be able to write about a beach day? I live in California (with no money 🥴 atm) and the beach is one of my favorite places to go!

I would love to read about the boys finally having rest with their loved ones :)

Thanks!!!!

Oh dear, know how that feels...

Sure, darlin'! Let me give it a try :))

The Bad Batch x Reader - At The Beach

Warning: Partly Suggestive

Hunter

Hunter is an outdoorsman, he loves the sea and the beach, the smell and the sound of the water, the sand under his bare feet.

He has taken precautions, when you go with him to the beach he has drinks and fruit with him, he himself is not really sensitive to the sun, but because of you he actually thought of a parasol just in case.

Most of the time though he is lying around relaxing, preferably with you snuggled up to him. He is used to pure stress, that here is an absolutely welcome time out, which he enjoys only too gladly with you. He feeds you fruits, smiles a lot, is generally very affectionate and much more relaxed than you usually know him, even if he always seems like a calm reasonable guy, this tension of the leader is nevertheless always there, just not here and today on this beach.

He is free of any tension, at least for now. You may have spent the beginning of the day with the others on the beach, but he'll be looking for a secluded corner of the beach with you after a few hours, maybe a lagoon where he'll be all alone with you. Hunter, by the way, is a darn good kisser and he loves to make out, so you might just miss the beautiful sunset.

Echo

Echo is quite withdrawn on the sunny beach. No wonder, since the Citadel he has incredibly pale and sensitive skin, he is always in the shade and thickly creamed, usually he still wears a shirt to be completely safe. Topless or maybe even completely naked like Hunter does sometimes, you won't see him on the beach.

But he likes to go there with you, it's time you both can spend carefree, cuddling, kissing, talking or just silently enjoying each other's presence. Echo likes the beach, it is lively and peaceful at the same time. He loves to admire the sunset with you and sometimes, if you have time and enough energy, the sunrise the next morning.

Wrecker

The boy is so full of energy, he will animate you to swim, play beach volleyball or water polo. He will play and cuddle with you in the water, playfully exchanging little caresses when you are both in the sea.

But he is also very attentive, he makes sure that you are not too long in the sun, he always has an eye on you when you are in the water, no matter how well you can swim. Basically he is attentive, lively and caring, on the beach too.

He also surprises you with a giant ice cream cone with all your favorite flavors and maybe a little over the top garnish.

The times you can spend on the beach are among the most beautiful for him, every memory is burned into his mind and when you see him smile enraptured sometimes, you can assume that he remembers you walking along the beach with a wide happy smile on your face that he loves so much.

Tech

Believe it or not, he is a fantastic swimmer and diver. Part of his workout is mainly related to his back, as he is very tall and slim and has his problems with it. Swimming has always been a very important part of his training, just because of that.

He swims fast, has incredible endurance, and can stay underwater for surprisingly long periods of time without any problems.

Tech loves to dive with you for pearls or generally go exploring underwater. Don't worry if you're unsure, Tech knows what he's doing, he looks out for you and takes your wishes and possible fears into consideration.

The sun does get to him though, unlike most of his brothers his skin is a bit lighter and more sensitive, but he also makes sure to stay in the shade and use sunscreen on the beach himself.

Tech likes to spend time with you on the beach, but not in silence, he loves to tell you about the sea and its inhabitants. You can lean against him and he will tell you all the things he knows while the sun is setting in the sea.

Crosshair

Well, you probably realized it before, but Crosshair won't miss the opportunity to seduce you on the beach. We are talking about our beloved grumpy sniper after all.

He's the type who likes to sit back in the shade with a drink in his hand and let his fingers dance over your bare skin while enjoying the peace and quiet and your closeness.

He's also a good swimmer, almost like Tech, but when he's with you on the beach, he's unlikely to go in the water unless you do. He loves to see you in beach and swimwear, he finds that absolutely gorgeous.

That smirk on his lips is unmistakable, he thinks you're great, thinks you're hot and that's no secret, he shows you that quite openly. Maybe it's the pina coladas or the sun, but on the beach he is somehow especially affectionate.

Be prepared that you will hardly get his hands as well as his lips from your body.

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99 @brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310 @misogirl828 @tech-deck @meshla-madalene @chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22

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altcomics · 1 year

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Italy

by Sarah Schneider

22.8

C met me at Milano Centrale. I had spent the morning wandering around the station and sleeping on the steps in the sun. We didn’t kiss when we saw each other on the platform, and I handed him a hardboiled egg I had brought in my backpack. On the train, I asked him if he missed me and told him it was hard for me to separate and come together again. We kissed and went to the bathroom to have sex, but he came with the condom on before he was inside me. Back in our seats, he felt embarrassed and I told him it would be weird if he didn’t come quickly after not seeing each other. C looked out the window and I fell asleep on his lap. From the station at Sestri Levante, we walked up into the hills to our airbnb, stopping at a little shop where the Italian woman sold us packaged ice creams with soggy cones. We walked for over an hour, and a lot of it I was quiet, thinking how can I ever be happy again? At the house, where our hosts spoke to us in Italian, our room was cool and dark, the windows shut, only slits of light from the spaces in the closed wooden shutters. We had sex, C came, then he gave me head, then we had sex again and we both came. At the end I said “wow” and he smiled. We lay in bed naked and I talked about my anxiety and sadness in being long distance. He said he understood, but he knows some day we will live in the same place. I cried and he said he didn’t expect to see me cry. It was dark, and we walked out into the cool night air, along quiet winding mountain roads, past huge squashes hanging down concrete walls from people’s gardens. We ate pizza on the patio of a little restaurant and talked about Italian culture and American politics. We walked home past barking dogs, kissing and making jokes. Before bed, C gave me head in a modified 69 position, as I lay on top of him. Afterwards I asked, was your finger in my bum? He said, my finger is always in your bum. We told each other we love each other and fell sleep, me as the little spoon, and I slept very well.

23.8

We slept in and when we woke up, C went out and said our hosts invited us for breakfast on the terrace. Outside, it was cool and sunny and there were mountains all around us. Our host was playing catch with her dog in the front yard and C had made us a pot of tea. Our host gave us milk and cookies, and we ate them while looking at a map of where we would walk that day. C said we should walk all the way to the next campsite, in Rapallo, which was seven hours from us, much further than I expected. We tried to lighten our bags, and I threw all my copper money into the trash. Our hosts drove us in to Sestri Levante, while their dog slept with his head on my lap in the back seat. From the station where they let us off, we started walking. We were excited to be in Italy, with the bright sunlight, cream-colored buildings, and blue sea. We walked through a tunnel along the coast with arched windows cut through thick concrete looking out to the ocean. We jumped over a little fence by the road and scrambled down to a ledge of boulders that met the water. We put on our swimsuits, and C went in, but there were barnacles and big waves, so I stayed standing on the rocks. I saw two tiny crabs and a sea urchin, and then we made our way back to the road to keep walking. It was around 11:30 and, tired and sweaty, we crossed over the road, and went to another beach. The sea was salty and burned my eyes and face. We lay in the sun eating almonds and chocolate and we watched an old woman walk into the water with her cane. For lunch we went to a supermarket to buy pesto, focaccia, mozzarella, tomato, and arugula, which we ate with our salty fingers in the shade. We started walking up a big hill then stopped in a little church, where I got on my knees to pray next to C, who said he doesn’t believe in that stuff. I felt so hot and wet with sweat I thought I could never get dry. Near the top of the mountain, we stopped and I drank tea from our flask. I asked if C thought we should take a bus, since we still had more than three hours of walking to go. He more or less said no, and that walking was my idea. We kept going and I said I was sorry for complaining because I actually did want to walk. When we finally started going down hill, we high-fived. I scrumped some ripe figs and grapes for us to eat, and we filled our water bottles at a faucet by a church and dumped water on each other, but mostly me on myself. C pointed out many places where we could hypothetically set up a tent–someone’s olive grove, an empty parking spot on the road. C asked an Italian builder for ‘aqua’ and he ran inside to find his wife, who came out and gave us giant glass bottle of cold fizzante. C said to me, “who’s your boy?” and also that builders know what it feels like to be thirsty. We sat on a bench and acted normal while C pulled out his dick and peed on the ground. We reached Zoagli, a little town wedged between the mountains, the center square separated from the sea by massive stone arches of the train tracks. We walked the wrong way down the coastal walkway, where everyone was swimming or lounging packed into the nooks and crannies of the rocks. We found our way again, up a steep staircase, through the lush green trees and a motor tunnel. We walked for a long time down a mountain highway not speaking, C ahead of me. By the time we reached Rapallo, I was feeling pretty bad, and C was too. The sea front was packed with aging tourists; the town lined with bleak shops selling flip-flops and cell phone cases. Further down the road, past gas stations and chain-link fences, we found our campsite, and reserved a spot for the night. C set up our tent on a balding patch of grass then we ate spaghetti and pizza at a restaurant across the road. We talked about our favorite parts of the day and where we might travel next summer. We made jokes and took photos of each other. After we paid our bill, I suggested C steal the sugar spoon to eat yogurt with in the morning and he did. In the tent we made love and I fell asleep first.

24.8

In the night, I woke up to the sound of a large animal eating something near our tent. I lay still and C snored. He stopped then whispered, “There’s a hungry horse”. He fell back asleep, and I did too, until we heard the noise, which sounded more like a wild boar, encounter a smaller animal that shrieked a horrible shriek and I sat up straight. In the morning, I felt like I could have slept forever, but C was up and said we should get going. We agreed to walk the two and a half hours to Portofino, and from there decide if we should carry on into the footpaths of the mountains to wild camp, or if we should return to the campsite that night. We walked along a red carpet that wrapped around the coast and lead us over rolling hills past grand hotels and clear blue water. We stopped at a small public beach by a hotel, where only a few people were swimming. C unrolled the tent onto the rocks so it might dry in the sun. We called C’s mum for her birthday, and I told her about the wild boar and eating figs from the trees. While swimming, I peed, and C came close to me because he wanted to feel it, but then he moved away when we noticed how oily it looked in the water. We continued walking and we got hot, so we stopped at a bench to look out at the ships on the sea. C started feeling me up under my dress and I pushed him away as joggers went by. We kissed and took pictures of each other and joked around. We walked along the bay of Parragi, talking about land art- C about Richard Long’s A Line made by walking, and me about Ana Mendieta’s Silueta Series. C didn’t know she was married to Carl Andre, and I explained about how he probably pushed her out a 34-story window to her death. At Portofino we bought savory pastries and hard nectarines for 11 euros and C said we got ripped off. The port was scattered with yachts and the town square was full of restaurants with roped-off white tablecloth seating. The tourists were mostly speaking English and we wandered up and down looking for a beach but there didn’t seem to be one. We walked up a staircase where C was confident there would be a beach, and we saw a piece of printer paper taped to a tree with the words “public beach” on it. Down some stairs there was a little cove entirely shaded and crowded by small boats. I tried to sleep on a jagged rock and then used C’s lap as a pillow. When I woke up I felt tired and full of dread. C said there was another beach, an hour and a half walk further in a place on the map with nearly no towns marked. He said we should go buy food then make our way there and spend the night. I didn’t speak on our way up from the beach, and we sat in the church at the top. I prayed on my knees then hugged C and said ok let’s go buy some food. We bought focaccia and goat cheese and tomatoes and a grapefruit, and then looked for the long path we would take to the beach. We wandered around, trying to orient ourselves on google maps, but our blue dot seemed confused. An Italian woman stopped and asked if we needed help. We showed her where we were going and she said we shouldn’t go now, because it was too hot, the walk too long and steep. C said we are fine, we had walked from Sestri Levante, and she said that is nothing compared to where you are going. She said to make sure we could get a ferry back before nightfall, and C said we are not coming back. She looked concerned and said there is nothing there. She told us to take a map. C didn’t want to but I said he must go buy a map. I waited in the shade with our bags while he did. When he came back, map in hand, I said we needed to talk, because I didn’t want to go any further. I said I wanted to go to the beach at Parragi and then back to the campsite. C agreed, in a ‘how could things get any worse’ tone, then walked quickly ahead of me. I walked along, feeling gleeful about our new plan. After a few minutes he came next to me and said of course it was ok not go for further, but he wished we would have left our heavy bags at the campsite. We passed the crowded beach of Parragi and walked down stairs leading us to a flat rock formation where people were packed together on towels and jumping off into the water. We found a little space for ourselves, just big enough to sit up in between our bags. I dove into the water, which was cool and full of fish, and I looked up at the green mountains all around, half in the shade and half in the light, as the day was fading into late afternoon. I sat next to C and we ate our food, folding the focaccia around pieces of cheese, and biting into the tomato. We talked about the autobiography of Malcolm X and watched as the girls in bikinis climbed on top of high rocks and dove into the water. We swam together, and C insisted I put on his goggles so I could see the fish underwater. When I put them on, C made fun of the way I looked, and I laughed so hard I peed. On our walk back to Rapallo, we stopped to eat licorice gelato on the beach. We walked through an empty golf course, alone in the lavender glow of twilight, and had to slide between a fence and concrete wall to get back to the campsite. I realized that I had lost the camping towel C had bought me somewhere along the way and said I was sorry. The long day ended with us hanging up all our wet clothes on a tree, C saying ‘everything that could go wrong has’, me giving him head, and us both falling asleep before 10pm.

25.8

Dreamt I was up in the hills with C, tall bridges everywhere. Woke up feeling hot and took off my top and slept in just my tights. At 7am C woke me up and said happy one year anniversary. He wanted to make love but I wanted to go out to breakfast instead. We went to a little café nearby and had coffee and crossiants, one regular, one with bright green pistachio filling. We talked about how we felt about camping and what we would do differently next time in Greece. We bought some local fruits from a shop and C apologized for being grumpy the night before. He asked if I felt weird I gave him head, since it is something I rarely do. I told him it was okay and I thought his cum tasted like licorice ice cream. We started our walk to Recco, on a quiet country road, uphill and shaded by trees, eating grapes that tasted like flowers and scrumping blackberries along the way. We stopped to read a sign in front of an dilapidated building with a fresco on the front, which said the building housed lepers in the 1500s and then later, victims of the plague. We talked about our trip so far and I asked about his experience traveling with other girlfriends. He said he had never been to so many places and walked so far with someone as with me. We stopped because I felt hot, and because no one was around, I took off my sweaty dress and stood behind a shed in my underwear. We walked down a wobbly stone staircase off the side of the road, into the woods, where we had sex against a tree, and it was very sexy, how vulnerable we were to the world and each other. Afterwards, C said he likes giving me head while I’m standing up, because of the physical challenge, and also the role reversal of being on his knees. I asked if he had seen people having sex before, and I talked about the podcast about a woman who, from her living room window, watched a young man and his girlfriend have sex in their apartment for a year up until he died from cancer in their bed. C picked a cactus fruit and I told him to peel it carefully because of the spikes and we ate it and I said it reminded me of a papaya. We reached the top of the mountain where there was a little town and we could see the ocean down on the other side. We filled our water bottles and kissed sitting on the steps of a beautiful church while people stood around us talking. Then we made our way down, walking slowly, and we examined different fruits we could potentially scrump, but didn’t. C dangled his dick off a stone wall and peed while I tried to throw rocks into the stream. Finally, we reached the beach, where there were many families and we spread out our bed sheet since I no longer had a towel, and I lay on my stomach topless until I dried off. C gave me my anniversary gift- a book about the Greek islands by Lawrence Durell and a card with a drawing he made on the front and inside he wrote many nice things, including how he felt like he had never seen the world before meeting me. I pulled out the Ritter Sport I brought him but when I did, it had completely melted and was a liquid inside the package. Later it would pop in my backpack and leak almost entirely into the inside pocket. We went into the water together, and C held me and talked in a cockney accent and pretended to carry me off to sea. We walked a long way, talking about how to make and use concrete, and who might live in the houses overlooking the water. We climbed up a mountain up to our campsite, where we made love and showered together and took naked selfies with the orange glow of the tent on our sun burned faces. I sat between his legs on the dirt patch outside our tent and we watched the lights from ships move slowly across the water in the dark night. I read my journal out loud to him and he said how good he thought it was, and we fell asleep under the sheet, C taking up most of my mat.

26.8

We woke up at the campsite on top of the mountain in Camogli. C was very sleepy so I went down to wait for the restaurant to open for breakfast and I got us two croissants and cappuccino and hot water for tea. We ate sitting on the concrete wall where C said he had peed the night before. I wanted to take the free bus down the mountain but C said we should walk, so we did. My feet were feeling really tender on the bottoms, so he insisted on putting another pair of socks on me, then I was wearing two pairs, one pink and one lilac. We saw a green house of cactus in the middle of the road with one very tall cactus sticking up through the roof. We stopped to buy nectarines out of a truck on the side of the road and noticed how in Italian, nectarines are also called peaches, and we wondered what the difference was, other than the skin. I peed in the parking lot of a church and felt really sweaty. We talked about the problems of renting in urban areas and also the women of Italy who we agreed had style. We walked along the coast in direct sunlight and up winding roads in Genova. We felt hot and tired and C said I smelled like vegetable curry and I told him not to walk next to me. When we arrived it took a few minutes to call the airbnb host to get the keys because C didn’t have the number, and I said the number was on the site, and he said it wasn’t there, and then I looked but didn’t see it, then C found it, so we sat waiting, not speaking or looking at each other. When the host finally let us in, the apartment was bigger than expected, with a balcony off the kitchen overlooking the busy highway. We had sex and fell asleep and when I woke up I went to the bathroom to squeeze my skin in the mirror and C caught me. We walked down to the beach and C said he would not tolerate me picking my skin because I am beautiful and it will only scar. I apologized for how stupid it was to worry about my skin and he said it wasn’t stupid and that sometimes he felt insecure about his nose or posture. At the beach we swam and then lay on the sand. Little kids ran around with buckets of water that splashed on C’s shoes. A disoriented old lady in a bikini wandered around saying something in Italian about peaches. C asked me to try to stack rocks on his tummy but I couldn’t balance them. I put on his goggles with stones over my eyes and he took a picture. He spooned me and I cried a little saying why is my path in life so unclear? On the way home I was still thinking about my skin and we talked about celebrating Jewish holidays. We stopped at the grocery store for bread and eggplant and garlic. When we got home it was dark in the apartment and we walked around naked with the windows open to the warm noisy night and we made love. We cooked dinner and stood on the balcony in our underwear, looking down at the busy highway and into the windows of the hospital across the road. We listened to a podcast about an American woman who moved to Istanbul when she was 30 and it made her realize America was not as good as she always thought it was. After dinner we both felt really full but we had sex anyway, first on our sides looking into each others eyes saying I love you. Then I sat on his lap, turned away from him with my feet on the floor, not using my hands, and he came. We took a bath in the old tiled bathroom with frosted windows. C said he liked the soap dishes built into the wall because they were from another era and couldn’t fit a bottle of body wash. We washed each other’s feet and talked about rap. C said it was sad the most popular rapper was Canadian and if Tupac were still alive he would probably be the president. In bed I suggested we watch the video for Method Man by Wu Tang but it wouldn’t load, so C put on a BBC radio show about childhood obesity instead. We fell asleep under the sheets, C as the little spoon.

27.8

I was up in the night so I walked through the rooms of the apartment and sat on the floor in the living room looking at my phone. I could hear C moving around making little noises in his sleep. When I came back in he said, “I am not ashamed… (Inaudible)”. I lay down next to him then heard him laughing behind me and I asked what it was. He said he had a dream about a herd of cows walking through their own yellow shit and someone putting “my dick” into google maps. When we woke up in the morning and I asked him what time it was, he said his phone was displaying letters instead of number and the letters were S.P.O.O.N.M.E. I asked him to make us tea and I wrote a review in the guest book. When C read it he said it sounded like English was my second language. We had tea on the balcony and also figs and yogurt. C put a hardboiled egg between his bum and I took a picture with the flash on. While I packed, he cleaned the kitchen then we went to the grocery store to buy bus tickets. C said he was confident we could soon be fluent in Italian. We talked about his anxiety about needing to pee while in public. I said maybe he should go to therapy to make peace with the trauma of the time he involuntarily peed on his dining room floor. We made love in the apartment but stopped because I felt sore and he felt sad. We left and caught a bus to the train station and devised an experiment to discover the cause of his peeing problems. We got off and ate lunch sitting against a statue in the park, with C in the sun and me in the shade, discussing plans for our trip to Greece. We ate ice cream and I asked him if he has always been obsessed with getting tan and he said he would not say he is obsessed. Waiting for the train we sang songs like “how do I live” by LeAnn Rimes and tried to harmonize. We watched a large woman on her cell phone yell at an Italian man on the train platform. She said, in English, “This is my place of work”, and the man’s daughter, who he was holding, began to cry. From inside the train we could see the man being taken away from his family by Italian policemen. When we got to the airport, we sat waiting before C had to get his flight. I drank coffee, we shared a Twix, and he kissed me standing up. He told me to dance a little and I did. As he went through the security line, I stood waving and watching as he moved further away, then he was gone.

_____ ARTWORK BY LUIGI GHIRRI

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Throw Me to the Wolves

I’m like a dog scratching a scab. I don’t know that it’s bad for me. This fresh wound is a comfort, I’ve adjusted. The stitching done through this long bleeding cut, which is all I have left of a life before the kindness of humans, my life as a stray, drives me insane. I want to cut it out. Please just let me bleed. I feel safer walking the line of life and death than I ever will in your furnace heated home.

I scratch my stitches open. You bring me back to the vet. Put me in a cone. I’ll writhe and howl in pain. Please don’t try to fix me, this wound is my own. Four walls against a deep cut, we both call them home. I remember how it happened, I narrowly escaped death at the hands of another. And I have bled since then, oozing out of a slit just behind where my neck meets my head. Would raising my nose to the sky to admire the sky’s early dusk beauty be the chance of a lifetime? Something I haven’t yet seen? Yes, I’m sorry, but I’d rather bleed.

And in the night while my loving family’s asleep, I run back to the woods. I search for him endlessly, the man who cut me deep. Revenge or to befriend, a decision I have not yet made. Turning up empty handed, as the sun once again reaches out towards the sky, I whine my ear-splitting whine and roll over, I cannot cry.

All day I scratch and tear open these stitches and scabs. All night I chase the hallucinogenic scent you leave behind. I start to think a little too much on these long and lonely nights: For these four years this cut has been me, though the real injury, I’ve begun to think, is you. I feel you with me every time I peel off this scab, and expend my energy through sleepless nights hopelessly chasing you. I scratch seeking comfort, not in the blood staining my matted fur, but in the falsity of your presence. The delusional narrative you comb those woods for me. You send out a search party, long nights thinking of me. The bite scar on your hand: Tattooed in my memory.

Your love for me ran out the night that you struck and sent me away. Left me in the woods, for the darkness to digest. It’s in there, it’s in there somewhere. It sits deep in my chest as it rots in the pit of your stomach. Dig it out. Dig it out for me. Or I will dig it out of you. True love can never entirely dissipate, only buried deep. I’ll cut you open and dig it out if that’s what it takes. I’ll come back, over and over, relentless like a dog. I’ll love you post- every hit, curse, and sleepless night, more loyal than any woman could ever be. Think of what you’re losing, you just need to search for me.

I’ll run into your arms, melting into a sweet return; My current family left thoughtlessly behind. Or, I will follow you home, as you cold-shoulder me away. Eventually you’ll accept my presence once again, a droning air conditioning unit in the back corner of your room. I require no maintenance, I’ll work relentlessly; Whatever you need, lay it on me. No mechanics or therapy, I require no training. I’ll bite for you and only you, I’ll never hurt you again. I’d say we’re even, scarred from each other's battle wounds, though it wasn’t much of a fight, I took it on the chin without regret. This wound is all I have left of you, I cannot forget you. I won’t let it heal.

If the blood running down my back had a page reserved for a dedication, only your name would be listed. Though I was the one who scratched it open, I will bleed eternally, permanently in love with you. Somewhere between heaven and hell, I search through both for a sign of you, leaving a spotted trail behind me. I know eventually, my uncovered trail will attract my personal grim reaper: I will be killed and eaten as my father before me. Thrown to the wolves in a literal sense. However I will die with a smile plastered across my expressionless face, knowing I died in search of you.

So until I meet my early grave, I will chase after you each day, and scratch open this wound, because I’d do whatever, at any expense, as long as I’m doing it for you.

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• scars fade (Chapter 9)

Iwaizumi’s sins cost him the one thing he didn’t want to fuck up. Yet he still did.

Oikawa can count on one hand the actual times he punched Iwaizumi in the face. This was one of them. And it wasn’t just once that he did.

This is the story of how Iwaizumi fucked up so bad Oikawa had no choice but to step in and save the day. And whether it’ll be a happy ending or not, it’s all up to you.

warning: contains cheating, explicit language, mature themes

taglist: @jcrml @on-crows-wings

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He didn’t feel like sleeping nor eating.

He could barely identify the whirlwind of emotions swirling in his stomach, let alone process whatever Oikawa was yapping on and on about for an hour now. Something soft landed on his lap, and he looked down, finding a still warm and sweaty shirt. He frowned, flicking the shirt away from him but made no move for more. He could feel Oikawa’s eyes on him, an occurrence that’s more normal than before nowadays.

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa called.

Iwa looked up, yet his eyes remained glazed over, looking at something very far and very bright. It awfully looked like your laughing face he saw on the screen of Oikawa’s phone three days ago. This, and the fact that memories of and with you kept playing in his head like a movie, only in fast forward at how quick they flash in his eyes.

“Hey, Iwa.”

It was simple. Two words. Six letters. Something so casual and inane.

Like that time you approached him back in middle school to talk about a science homework Oikawa forgot because he was fully occupied with his training.

“Don’t tell him it’s mine,” you whispered.

He scrunched his eyebrows together, confused. “Why?”

This time, you avoided his eye contact. “It’s nothing,” you replied, making a move to leave.

Quickly, he gripped your arm, halting your movements. “Did you guys fight? I swear to God, that Trashykawa!”

“No, we didn’t!” you protested. “Tooru didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just- I think he’d accept it more easily if it’s from you.”

Iwa stared straight in your eyes, and you stared back, meeting his gaze bravely. He lost, blinking quickly after he got distracted by the specks of gold in your irises. They shone brighter than usual under the light of the setting sun, and his heart…

Good god, he felt sick. His heart was suddenly thumping so loud in his chest and in his ears.

The next day, he realized his mistake. He shouldn’t have gotten distracted, must’ve forced the truth out of you, because the next day, he felt like he received a ball with his stomach as he watched you cry.

“Hey, Iwa.”

He looked up from his crouching position on the ground, glaring at the person daring to interrupt his self-pity time, the wound from losing to Shiratorizawa still fresh and aching. He was home, deciding to come out to the backyard for fresh air. The three of you agreed to meet some time later for a celebration you and Oikawa insisted. For what, he didn’t know, didn’t understand, didn’t bother to think about.

The voice told him it was you, but your face was blocked by the ice cream cone you were shoving in his face.

“Why are you here so early?” he grunted, slapping the cone to the side. He stood up, so now you were the one looking up. It made him feel a little happy, the fact that he was now taller than you rather than almost the same. It felt satisfying more than he wanted it to be.

You shrugged, taking a bite of the cone you were holding. “My Iwa senses were tingling.”

Snatching the cone from you, he rolled his eyes. “You shouldn’t spend so much time with Oikawa.”

“You jealous?” you quipped. “Don’t worry, you’re still the best ace I know.”

He snorted, trying so hard not to smile or jump in the air because that felt so damn uplifting. Not wanting to acknowledge the truth he knew from your words, he said, “That’s a lie, and we both know it.”

You weren’t looking at him, looking instead at the tall kaki tree in their backyard, when you replied. “You are, Iwa. You are and always will be.”

Like magic, his heart and mind felt so at ease and light, as though your words took all his burden away and replaced it with pride and strength he pulled each game that followed after.

“Hey, Iwa.”

Fresh from college, you went home for the first time in a while to spend time with your family before settling in your work. Giving in to Oikawa’s whims, the five of you agreed to meet for drinks to ‘celebrate your graduation.’ Hanamaki didn’t have any issues, actually getting to hang out with you since he stayed in Miyagi. Oikawa had all the time to be demanding, having all the time to himself since it was off season. Matsukawa and Iwa had to rearrange their time, Mattsun settling for his job in a pharmaceutical company up north and Iwa in his architectural internship in Tokyo. Despite being in the same city, you went to different universities and led separate lives, only meeting a handful of times in a span of five years.

It was dark, a bit late as you walked side by side on the way home from the local pub famous in town, the trio somewhere up front. Hanamaki was already drunk, belting out pop songs every five minutes. You decided to stay behind, just a few steps back, both to watch the embarrassment unfold and save yourself from it. Oikawa and Matsukawa volunteered to guard him, just a little bit tipsy but enough. And Iwa. He didn’t really have any choice after Oikawa glared at him and told him to be your guard, since you were quite tipsy yourself.

He prayed to all the gods that the biting cold and the long walk home was enough to sober everyone up into coherence before you reached your own houses.

Your shoulder was touching his arm, bumping him in each step to avoid the rush of people on your side. It irked him how you were always the one to move out of the way whenever you come across people on your path. Somewhere along the crowded path, he grunted for you to stop apologizing every time you bumped into him, occupied with avoiding the shoulders of people rushing on your side. The only option he had at the moment was that. Grit his teeth, bearing the unnecessary rush of heat from your contact and the loud drumming of his heart. Either that, or let you walk near the road.

Yeah. Like he’d ever do that.

He’d rather throw himself under a train than let your clumsy feet take the side.

He turned, his nose buried further in his scarf. He squinted at the sight his eyes caught. Never one to find neon lights pretty, he thought, for the first time that night, how pretty they actually were, especially when reflected in your face and in your eyes. How the red, highlighted your lips and cheeks. How the blue danced with the gold in your eyes. He thought he saw your lips move, but he failed to hear the words.

He blinked, humming in question.

You laughed, throwing your head back.

Beautiful.

The word exploded in his head, blazing all the way to the tip of his tongue.

It felt like those stupid slow motion in movies as you turned your head, a smile that stretched your cheeks wide greeting his wild, erratic heart.

“I like you.”

“Hey, Iwa.”

It felt like a punch to his gut, leaving him breathless and heaving in a split second.

He remembered how much he used to hate that name because he preferred to be called by his full, proper name. Remembered how awful he felt when you stopped calling him that way after fights, petty or otherwise. Remembered how relieved and happy he was when you go back to calling him that way after making up. Remembered so many memories his mind couldn’t fit into the reel or he would’ve spent his whole life looking through the glass.

As he blinked, he remembered, saw and heard in his head even, how you turned and answered when Hanamaki called, ‘Hey, Iwa!’ two days after your wedding.

He hoped you did, too.

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