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AITA for being a ....homewrecker? (🏝 for later)
I'm not sure that's the right word, but whatever. Basically, I (FtM) met this guy (cis M, we'll call him M) over a year ago and we hit it off pretty quick. It was under extremely unusual circumstances, but for the sake of anonymity, I'll be vague and just say: it was 3 AM, Denny's, T.E Lawrence was involved. Now, I'm pretty wary of most guys who go to my school, given I'm trans and unfit to defend myself for various would-break-anonymity reasons, but M is just the best and is incredibly sweet. Days are easier when he's around, even if it's just through a Discord call playing video games. I started harboring feelings for him pretty much immediately, but didn't plan on acting on them for two reasons:
1) I've yet to be in an actual committed relationship (nobody's wanted to stick around, or we both realized quickly we weren't dating material) and I'm terrified of fucking anything up. 2) ....M has a girlfriend. A super long-term one, at that. Like, they met when they were kids, he's been romancing her for ages, they're going to get married and both openly agree they'd be shells of people without each other. Soulmate shit. She's awesome. She's the sweetest, too. Very thoughtful, and soft-spoken, and so so smart. So, no, I didn't plan on doing anything about my feelings. I'm not the type to hide who I am, so I wasn't going to hide anything, but I certainly wasn't going to DO anything either. That's not my place.
Until, one school break, M comes to me and admits he has feelings. And he's wrecked about it. Tells me I'm the only other person he's really had this for, because it's always been his girlfriend. He's a mess. I thought we communicated pretty well, and we'd both made it clear that nothing was going to happen unless Girlfriend knew about it and approved, because she comes first above all else. (I was the one to say this before him, and he was relieved that I understood.) She is priority. She will always be priority, and I totally get that. I'm just some guy, you know? But the conversation ended with me telling him he should probably let her know about this, regardless of how scary that was, because he's an incredibly touchy-feely guy and if I was her I'd like if this was on my radar. New player: M's best friend. very by the book christian guy. Not at all stuck up, but he abstains from worldly pleasures or something like that! He's cool, we're cool.
Except after break, M's best friend makes a few confusing comments, and suddenly, there's now never been a time when just me and M have hung out since. Girlfriend hasn't acted any differently and is still incredibly warm and wonderful, so I'm pretty sure she still doesn't know. I'm a very giving person and like to shower my friends in gifts, so I was undeterred in giving them both valentine's gifts I had bought them months in advance (extra hand wringing on my part.) Girlfriend was ecstatic, loved her gift, and M loved his too. But then he left to go Cry??? Because he hadn't gotten her anything (I'm the only one with a min $ job). I'm not sure where I stand with him or with either of them, and i'm just so confused. I'm 🤷♂️ about poly, but with the way they were raised (see M's best friend for reference), their feelings are more muddy about it. I want to talk to M, but being alone in the same room is impossible. I don't know if M has been intentionally making sure we're never alone together, I don't know if Girlfriend knows, or what M wants, what Girlfriend would want or even what I want, because I don't know what's on the table. I don't even know if we're in the same restaurant. Girlfriend is going to find out. M is way too touchy feely even with "supervision". (Granted, he is with everyone, I'm pretty sure I'm just the only person who lets him get away with it.) At this rate, somethings going to give, and i'm honestly just waiting for it to happen now. 🤷♂️
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Hi Becca! I would literally die for you blog. It’s my go to any time I need some good self care😉. You’re incredibly talented!
But I’ve had this idea bouncing around in my head. It boils down to just Bucky and cock warming. Like the reader is on him begging for more but he is just having way to much fun playing with their clit to start moving. Making them cum on him with out thrusting once.
Just an idea I thought you might like. I love you work, have a great day!!
I'm really glad you've been enjoying my stuff so much!! That's so sweet!💗 and I keep getting told I can get ✨filthier✨ so I'd love to mess with this is little bit
Because I love the thought of Bucky making you start off with a dildo that's just a little bit smaller in size than he is. Maybe one of those dildos with a suction cup on the bottom so it's stuck on a wooden chair.
"Good girl, take it all." He encourages, kneeling between your legs, watching your cunt greedily swallow the toy. It's a sight he doesn't often get to see and he's really not sure why he doesn't make a point of watching it more often.
You whine quietly, feeling the toy bottom out. Your ass makes contact with the cool, varnished wood beneath you and you can't help but roll your hips a little, enjoying the feeling of the tip rubbing against your velvety walls.
"If I wanted you to fuck yourself on that, I'd tell you to. Did I tell you to?" Bucky's voice has a sharp edge that almost knocks you out of your daze.
"N-no... But-" You begin, trying to justify your movement but he cuts you off.
"No. So don't. I want you to keep your cunt stuffed and take what I give you." He watches up at you as he presses your knees apart, keeping his eyes on your face until he can't bare it anymore.
You gasp quietly at the feeling of his hot breath on your exposed, slick sex and there's nothing you can do but whimper at the feeling of his tongue gently grazing your clit.
Fuck, it's good. It's not long before he's licking you like he's starving, lapping and sucking gently on your clit before forcing your legs wider apart to lick your arousal from the base of the toy.
"Bucky, please. Please let me move." You didn't mean to sound so pathetic but with each lick, you get closer and closer to an orgasm you won't be able to stop. An orgasm you've been warned you're not allowed to have.
You're almost surprised he takes pity on you, giving you permission to get off the toy. He removes it from the chair and sits down in it's place, offering his cock as a replacement.
You sit back down as you had earlier with your back to his chest but you can't help but feel amazed at how much better his dick feels. He's slightly bigger and while that's nice, nothing beats the way he throbs inside you and the hot, breathy groans against your ear at the feeling of your body taking all of him.
"Such a good girl." He smirks against your neck, littering your skin with kisses between his soft praises. You feel one of his hands on your chin, gently directing you to look to your right, over in the direction of the full length mirror.
The reflection you're looking at makes your walls flutter involuntarily because fuck, you really are stuffed full of his cock and he's making sure you're not able to fully enjoy it yet.
With one hand still holding your head in place, making sure you keep watching, Bucky's free hand trails down between your legs, flicking and rubbing your clit again.
"Oh f-fuck." You whine, watching Bucky's smirk widen. You can't sit still. You just can't. You want to grind your hips and take what you need and in that moment, his pleasure and all the instructions he's given you come second. You need to get off, consequences be damned.
"Don't even fucking think about it." He warns, delivering one harsh slap to your clit. It's not overly hard but it's enough to shock you. "You know you're not allowed to cum. I want to feel this pretty pussy dripping first. Don't worry though. Once you're wet and messy enough, I'll fuck you stupid on the carpet, right in front of the mirror. Want you to watch yourself cum so hard you forget your own name."
#asks answered <3#anon#becca writes spice#Bucky Barnes x reader smut#Bucky Barnes smut#I was so close to writing this with Steve instead of a toy#I had the first class of the year for my LLM last thursday besties#and my lecturer called me 'Rachel' at one point#I couldn't help but laugh#I was DREADING that class#who schedules a class from 10am to 4pm??#that's hideous#But I went early and I got chatting to my lecturer#I'd never met her before and we were the only two in the room#so I was honest when she asked how I was feeling about the semester#cause I was ANXIOUS but she was lovely about it#and by the end of the class I'd made a few friends 🥺#so my big panic on Wednesday night was all for nothing#will I learn anything from that?? Probably not.#I'll still be terrified the night before my next class for no reason
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Just you and me
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (y/n)
Warnings: smut!!, fluff, a little bit of everything
Background: You, Carlos and Charles are at a Ferrari event. You came with your longtime best friend Carlos, and Charles brought with him the girl he's currently seeing, even though he's not really interested in anyone else but you. You and Charles have liked each other ever since you met, but you've never gotten into anything serious. You were always seeing other people on the side and that was fine for both of you until you realized that you fell for him.
Y/n's pov
"Y/n? What are you doing here?" Carlos asks kneeling down in front of me. "Hey, are you okay?" He asks again noticing another tear roll down my face.
I honestly don't want to talk to him right now. I don't wanna talk to anybody. I feel pathetic because I'm letting myself feel this way again over a guy. It's humiliating. But it's not Charles' fault. It's no one's fault but mine. I should be in control of my own feelings but here I am yet again letting my mood depend on others. It seems that the more you resist certain things, the more they hurt.
"Look at me." Carlos says lifting up my chin making me look at him but I quickly look away.
"I'd really appreciate if you could leave me be with myself right now."
"I will if you tell me who made you cry?" He takes off his blazer and wraps it around me.
"I made myself cry." I sob putting my palms over my face. I can't wait to look myself in the mirror and see black mascara all over my face. Luckily the amount of alcohol in my system tells me to not give a shit about it.
"Why you two do this to each other, I'll never understand." He sighs.
"He went home with her?" I dare to ask even though I'm not sure if I want to hear the answer.
"She wasn't feeling well so he took her home, but-"
"There you are, fuck I'm looking-"
Charles. He took her home, but he'll be back. Feeling of relief and feeling of anger are fighting inside of me when I see him.
Without saying a word, Carlos stands up and leaves us alone on the terrace. I immediately stand up and head after Carlos not wanting to look at Charles, but before I can leave he tightly grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.
"Let go." I say through my teeth.
"No." He says coldly not breaking the eye contact. "What's wrong? Are you crying because I left with her?"
I laugh at his question. How dares he? "Crying because of you? You're not worthy of that, Charles." I obviously lie yanking my wrist out of his grip.
"See I don't think you're telling the truth." He takes a step closer to me leaving a small gap between us. "I know that just the thought of me being close to her or touching her.." Oh my God my heart literally aches picturing them in my head.
"Stop.." I whisper quietly squinting my eyes desperately wanting to erase it from my mind.
"It makes your blood boil." He says looking down at me. "And I wouldn't want it any other way."
"What?"
"C'mon," He takes a strand of my hair and puts it behind my ear. "We both know we can't stop thinking about each other. Whose blazer is on you?"
"It's Carlos'." Right as the words leave my mouth, he takes it off of me making it fall to the ground and the cold breeze hits my skin.
"Come with me." He takes my hand again, but I stop him.
"No, Charles, I don't wanna go with you." I lie, but he ignores me. "I'll scream, I swear-"
"Go ahead, scream. The press is just waiting for some interesting shit to happen. I'm sure you'll make the headlines tomorrow morning." He cuts me off and I have nothing to say back at him.
I follow him out of the terrace through the long corridor to the elevator. The elevator takes us up to the top floor of the hotel. We get out and Charles pulls a card out of his pocket unlocking the door of the hotel suite.
As we step inside, Charles takes off his blazer throwing it onto the bed and I go straight to the huge glass wall that has an exit to the balcony. The only light in the room was the one that came from the outside and I didn't mind. I cross my arms looking at the city lights outside not knowing what to do nor how to act. I'm so tired, emotionally tired. I don't have the energy to argue, to scream, I don't even have the energy to fight back or try to prove my point over anything anymore. I am tired of feeling this way.
I feel his arms on my waist as he appears behind me. He places a soft kiss on my shoulder and then on my neck making me close my eyes and lean my head on the opposite side so that now he has a full access to it.
I let out a small whimper as his left hand travels from my waist to the front side of my neck gently gripping it his rings leaving cold traces on my skin.
"Fuck, y/n.." He breathes out. "I want you so bad, you don't even realize." As he says that he presses himself against me and I can feel how hard he already is.
He spins me around and crashes his lips on mine and in that moment I completely give in. I forget what I was mad at him about. I decide not to overthink this, I just want to surrender to this moment and honestly I don't want it to ever end. Even if I wanted to resist this I couldn't. I want him more than anything and I want him to make me his even though in my mind I've been his from the first day we met.
He deepens our kiss as his tongue swipes lightly over mine. His hand finds its way over my thigh to my panties passing with his fingers over the thin damp fabric. He pulls them to the side with his two fingers and slowly starts rubbing my clit in circles as I lean my head in the crook of his neck.
"You're dripping, fuck..Look at me." He whispers and lifts up my chin with his other hand making me look him in the eyes. "You're so wet for me baby. Tell me, tell me what do you want me to do?"
"Charles..." I don't feel confident enough to say profanities back to him, but hearing him talking that way was music to my ears.
"Tell me what you want baby. I want to hear you. Do you want me to finger you?" He asks and I nod digging my nails into his skin.
"Finger me, please." my mouth fall open unable to say anything as his fingers hastily start going in and out of me.
"I really wanted to be gentle with you tonight, but you're making it too difficult for me." I moan at his words and at the loss of touch as he pulls his fingers out of me just to push them back inside. "Open your mouth." I obediently do as he orders and puts his fingers in my mouth. I suck on them paying special attention to his middle finger without taking my eyes off of his.
"Fuck baby..Look what you're doing to me. I'm so hard for you it fucking hurts." He mutters under his breath stroking his cock through his pants that looked as if they were about to snap open under the pressure. We continue to kiss passionately ripping off the clothes from one another.
"Please baby don't make me beg." He throws his head backwards desperate for my touch.
I start kissing his neck and unbuttoning his pants at the same time. He cups my cheeks as I slowly start pulling his boxers down his legs. My knees hit the floor and I don't waste any time as I put him in my mouth. Charles' moans intensifies when I look him up in the eyes.
"Fuuuuck." The eye contact almost sends him over the edge. It drives him completely crazy. "Baby, I'm gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that." But I want him this way, crazy over me, craving my touch as much as I'm craving his. He pulls my hair into a ponytail and pushes me deeper on his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gag around him making him moan in pleasure and he slowly pushes his cock all the way down my throat again enjoying the view.
"Fuck, I can't hold back anymore. I need to be inside of you. Come here." He breathlessly pulls me up by my elbows and presses me against the glass wall. He lifts up my dress and my right leg with one hand and with the other he pulls my panties aside thrusting himself into me.
"Charles we're at the window. Somebody could see us."
"Good. Then everybody will finally know how much you're mine." I feel warmth in my stomach at his words. God, it feels so good to hear them. "Do you want this?" He asks. I nod whimpering, but the answer doesn't satisfy him. "I need to hear you."
"I want it, I want you." I manage to say.
"Are you close?"
"Yeah, I'm so close Charles" I squeal digging my nails into the skin on his back.
"Me too baby, where do you want it?"
"Inside, cum inside me. Fill me up." The words that I whisper into his ear alone are enough to make his eyes roll and release his cum deep inside me. My legs start to shake and he quickly catches me holding me tightly in his embrace and leaving kisses all over my face.
"From now on it's just you and me okay? No one else, just you and me. No more messing around. I only want you y/n. I always have."
"Just you and me."
#carlos sainz#carlos sainz fluff#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz one shot#carlos sainz x reader#charles leclerc#charles leclerc imagine#f1#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#charles leclerc one shot#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc smut#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc fluff#lando norris x y/n#lando norris fanfic#lando norris x reader
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how do rockstar!eddie and assistant!reader try and enjoy valentines in secret? does he spoil her? steal kisses through the day? subtly dedicate a song to her at the show? swooooon
pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x assistant!reader
warnings: secret relationship. disgusting fluff. two people desperately in love, avert your eyes.
“You have time, but I highly suggest no one's late for this interview. We need to be there at 4 because it's live, let's not make these people wait or else they'll start talking shit about you, remember last time? Anyway, remind Gareth to not take too long…”
“Babe, relax.” Eddie stretches out, reaching for the cup of coffee in your hand. He rests it on the tray in the middle of the bed, and takes your notepad from your other hand. He rests it on the side table, away from your reach. “It's Valentine's Day.”
“Since when do you care?”
“Since I met this girl who controls my every move and won't leave me alone.”
“Wow,” you deadpan, lying back beside him, “you’re such a romantic."
You've seen Eddie sprawled out on hotel beds what feels like a million times, but you can never get used to the sight of it.
The contrast of the immaculate white sheets to his dark hair, still mussed from his bedhead, the dark ink of the tattoos that covered his lean body, the dark fabric of his underwear — the only thing he could bring himself to put on before answering the door to get the room service tray.
You bite your bottom lip to stop a sigh. He's smiling at you, lounging like a lazy cat. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'm here pouring my heart out to you but it's just a normal Wednesday, right? No need for it.”
Eddie isn't looking at you, he's got one hand on top of his chest, and another on his forehead, feigning distress. Instead of rolling your eyes, you roll over to him, careful to not knock the tray, still full of bread and fruit and single flower in a tiny glass vase, and climb on top of his lap, straddling his hips.
Careful not to laugh, you pry his arms from where they are and pull him to the sides of his face, holding them there, while you slowly lace your fingers together. He doesn't fight it, but he's still staging a frown, full lips jutted forward, inviting you in.
Leaning down, you press a gentle kiss to them. “I'm just trying to help,” you murmur, face still close to his, “didn't know you were serious about today.”
“I was when I told you we should at least try to seize it, even if it's just a little. I know I want to.”
Eddie kisses your face — your cheeks, your nose, your jaw, the tip of your chin — before pushing himself up, and taking you with him. You sit together, foreheads pressed together, sharing a coffee-stained breath.
“I want it too.” You confess, and he knows what you mean. “I wish… I wish we could.”
“We could. Tell’em they don't need us. Stay here all day, sleep a little more, fuck until we’re tired and sleep again. Order some more room service.”
You smile despite yourself. “Yeah? What else? Jump on the bed, pillow fight?”
“Nah, I'd crush you. Don't ever wanna do that to my baby.”
Without thinking, you giggled. Buried your face where his shoulder meets neck, and nuzzled yourself in there. You inhale his scent as you did, the lingering perfume from last night and this morning’s cigarette.
He laughs too, and you feel his hand rise slowly, from your spine to the back of your neck, settling there. “I have a surprise for you later.”
“Hm?”
“Yeah. A real good one.” Eddie squeezes your neck gently, and his thumb runs back and forth on the sensitive skin of your neck, making it difficult for you to lift your head from where it comfortably rests. “Just gotta stand pretty at the side of the stage, as you do.”
“Ed…” This time, you reluctantly face him. “What are you going to do?”
Something cold drops in your stomach. You try not to show, simply raising an eyebrow at him, but he knows you worry, knows his impulsivity keeps you up at night, sometimes.
“Nothing you need to upset your pretty little head with.” As if to make a point, he kisses your forehead. “I promise.”
You're not convinced. “On stage, Eddie? Seriously?”
He smiles, all dimples and teeth, as his hands wander over your hips and thighs, over and under the robe you're still wearing. “As a heart attack.”
“That's what you're going to give me.”
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson fanfic#nothing else matters
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BLACKMAILED PART 1/3
I watched the latest video you sent me and laughed as I typed out my response.
"Good! That's enough practice! Now altogether! Do a curtsey, showing the bulk of your diaper, say 'Oh, I have to make poopies!', crouch down, and then smile into the camera and say 'Making Poopies make me so horny!' Then you can release your enema. God it? Go!"
A few minutes later I got the perfect video back. I had to hold back a laugh as I watched you humiliate yourself.
I hadn't even meant for it to go this far, but you were so gullible and easy to convince. When I first saw your profile on that kink site, and saw that one of your listed kinks was 'blackmail'...the plan had been growing and taking shape in my mind.
I messaged you and you informed me that you wanted to be blackmailed into doing all kinds of sexy things, whatever I wanted. Luckily for me 'sexy' is a very broad term that can describe many things to lots of people...including diapers.
The first thing I did was ask you your address and the numbers of a few people close to you. After all, is it even a blackmail kink if there's no danger?
After that, the tasks started easily enough. 'go suck your dildo and send me the video.' then it was 'wear a pair of panties'. It was somewhat of a challenge since you were still living at home, but soon I had you jerking off in your 'borrowed' panties, and fucking yourself with increasingly larger dildos.
Then I sent you your first package of diapers. You tried to rebel, you said this was too far...but I just responded with: "lol, stop fussing and go put on your diaper... Unless you want your mom to watch a fun video of you licking your jizz from her panties." You, of course, crumbled like a ball of dry sand.
From there it only got worse and worse for you. DIapers, latex dresses, all kinds of gags and restraints. I could just picture you panicking and rushing to beat your family to snatch away a package and sequester it away in your room before anyone else could notice the many packages you were receiving.
Last week though, I got drunk and decided to message you something I would have never sent sober.
"Blackmailing you under social pressure is getting kind of old. Wouldn't legal pressure be so much more fun? Why don't you go do a crime for me. That way I know you'll always be mine."
"WHAT?! I CAN'T DO THAT!" you responded immediately.
"You have 48 hours to get me ten grand from your work or I'll send all your videos to your parents, your friends, and everyone else you've ever met."
the three dots showed you typing something, but I just turned off my computer and went to bed. To be honest I completely forgot about it. I was so drunk that my memories of the night were pretty hazy. The app we used didn't allow screenshots, and the texts were automatically deleted within an hour, so how was I supposed to remember? The only evidence of any of our interactions was the large folder of videos and pictures you'd sent me.
My memory only came back when you texted me again "I have the money. Management is pissed AF but they have no idea who did it. Please don't make me do that again!"
I immediately remembered everything and why I wanted you to get that money. I was just shocked that you'd actually gotten it!
"That's great baby! Now send me a video admitting to the theft. Tell the camera how you stole it because you were thinking of all the pretty diapers and dildos that much money could buy. Be cute! Girly! Bubbly!"
You left the message on read for a while. I could picture you anxiously pacing your room, freaking out at how far this had all gone.
"You have two minutes for a convincing confession...or your family and friends are going to learn a lot about you very quickly."
The video came soon after. As I'd trained you, you burbled and smiled like a ditzy baby-bimbo, describing the sizes and pretty colors of diapers you could get, and how you could now get all the dildos you could ever want. More crucially, you admitted to the theft, and even showed the money you'd taken.
All of that had led up to now. I smiled as I watched your latest video with the volume muted. your face was childishly wrinkled as you filled your diaper with the massive enema.
I almost didn't send the next message. It was almost too mean, but I couldn't resist. I had to see how far this could go.
"Good girl! Now, dressed just as you are, I want you to walk into whatever room your family is in right now."
"BUT I'VE DONE EVERYTHING YOU ASKED!!" you screamed via text.
"I'm not sending them anything!" I stated.
"WHY! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"
"You sure will! 😂 you're going to walk in there and admit to being a pathetic little baby, and you're going to beg on your hands and knees that they convert your bedroom into a nursery."
"I CAN'T DO THAT!"
"Sure you can. Beg, cry, and scream like a toddler if you have to...I have a feeling you'll be crying anyway, so you might as well use it to get your nursery."
You started to type something multiple times, but there was nothing to say, so I sent another message.
"You're going to show them that money. You're going to tell them you saved up all of it just for this nursery. Show them pictures of other adult baby nurseries. Babble excitedly about cribs, changing tables, high chairs, dresses, dollies, stuffies...THE WORKS! You're to insist on 24/7 diapers and chastity because you just can't resist blowing your little loads into your pampers. Maybe later when you're desperate you can beg your sister-in-law to hook you up with a bull and let a real man fuck you."
"PLEASE NO! PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU!"
"You're going to do it all, or everyone gets everything. In addition to being outed as a Huggies-humping little pervert, you'll be a felon. There's really no choice at all for you, is there?"
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"
"I believe everyone should live their honest true lives. You're a pathetic baby-dicked little pervert, and now you get to live like it!"
"I CAN'T!"
"Start a video recording on your phone, then put it in your pocket. Walk into the living room and tell them everything about the life you need. after you send that video tonight, I'll break contact with you for a while.
"You'll be done with me? Really?
"For a bit. Just to give you and your family some time. In a month I'll give you a call. If your phone is disconnected, I'll call your mom and pretend to be an old school friend."
"Why?!"
"To make sure you did your job. If you're not living full-time in a nursery as I've already described, I'll release everything, and you can be a baby in prison instead of a baby with your family."
There was no way out. You knew it. I knew it. There was nothing you could do or say. Even if you only asked for some of the babyish things, I'd eventually be told the truth. Your life was starting over right now, and you had to come to terms with it.
"They'll kick me out of the house! They won't do any of that stuff you want!" You whined.
"You'd be surprised. I bet at least one family member will take great interest in aiding with your transformation."
"My step-sister, maybe, but she hates me! She'll make my life an utter nightmare! Please! What if I do something else even MORE Embarrassing?!?" You begged.
"Good luck. Make sure you ask for hormones too. Time for you to upgrade from those cheap breast forms." I responded curtly, and then turned off my laptop.
I knew what you were doing. You were toddling back and forth in your soiled diaper, cursing me, cursing yourself, wondering how you could have been so stupid, trying to find the nonexistent way out of your literal and figurative mess.
I watched the movie playing on the living room TV and waited.
You walked into the room. Immediately, Mom and my Step-dad looked at you and burst into laughter. I joined them. You didn't notice that my laugh was borne from victory as much as amusement. My mom and your dad both thought this was some prank or joke...some dare that you'd lost. My mom laughed until she was crying while you just stood there, fidgeting and looking at the floor.
You squished forward wincing as the dress squeaked and rustled with your every move.
"Hey step-bro, you've never looked better! It fits you!" I laughed.
You shot me a dirty hate-filled look, then turned to the parents. Your face was bright cherry-red; far redder than I'd ever seen before.
"D-dad....Mom....There's, um, well. Something I need to tell you."
You looked at me with a dagger-laden glance before adding "In private!"
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You Don't Deserve That
Request: Could I request a story where Y/N has a boyfriend, who is very verbally abusive and Dean shows up to see Y/N, in the midst of one of their arguments and comes to defend her? She has a bad anxiety attack and Dean is there to comfort her and show her she deserves better? Thank you xx
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
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"Hey can you just drop me off at the bar instead of the bunker?" [Y/N] asked from the back seat of the Impala. Sam, Dean and [Y/N] were on their way back from a salt and burn case that had gone pretty well.
"Are we not all going to the bar later to celebrate?" Sam asked, turning around to look at her.
"Oh, yeah but Ian wants to meet up so I figured I'd meet him there early and then see you guys later when you're ready to come out?"
"Ian, huh? Still seeing him?" Dean asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
"Yep". [Y/N] popped her 'p' and looked out of the window. Dean didn't approve of Ian, and he'd been vocal about it over the last few months that she'd been seeing him. He'd only met him twice, but he hadn't liked the way he spoke, the way he dressed, his hair, his jokes. Everything about Ian was labelled as 'stupid' or 'dickish' or met with Dean rolling his eyes. That was without him knowing the worst of it. From what Dean had seen, Ian was confident, arrogant, and handsy with [Y/N]. Dean had never formally voiced his concerns about the relationship, but he'd made plenty of comments about Ian.
"Is it serious?" He asked and [Y/N] rolled her eyes.
"We've been together like three months. I'm a hunter, he's oblivious. No, it's not serious. Not that it's any of your business anyway". She grumbled, continuing to look out the window, avoiding the glance she knew Dean would give her in the rear view mirror. The truth was, it was serious, but not in the way that Dean was asking. She had almost broken up with Ian over ten times since she started seeing him, but she never went though with it. Ian would take her out on dates, like to dinner or the movies, even out for a picnic a few times, and he'd always be sweet and caring. He had a darker side though. He was demanding, possessive, distrusting, and he liked to yell. He had never physically hurt her, but he'd said extremely hurtful things to her. He'd insulted her intelligence, her opinions, her looks... any time he was slightly annoyed at anything, he'd take it out on her.
She didn't just take it though, she often yelled back at him, or if it was over the phone, would just hang up on him. Every single time, after he'd calmed down, he'd apologise and compliment her on everything and beg for forgiveness. So far, she'd given it. She knew it wasn't a healthy relationship, but she figured that may be for the best. She wasn't one for one night stands or sleeping with strangers, and when it came to romance, she hated first dates. Being a hunter, she was also apprehensive about any sort of serious and committed relationship. She'd either have to lie about her hunting life, never invite them to the bunker, and never let them get that close, or, she'd let them in to her dangerous world and risk losing herself in heartbreak. This way, she had someone to go on dates with, someone to text, someone to have fun with, and not develop serious feelings. Recently however, his behaviour and unkind words were taking their toll on her.
Both Sam and Dean had noticed her spending a lot more time on her own in her room, not wanting to talk to anyone after coming home from seeing Ian, not wanting to talk about anything other than whatever hunt was next, and not hanging out with them as much. They'd talked about it between the two of them, but they hadn't confronted [Y/N] about it yet. They were both worried about it, but neither of them knew what it was really like.
"Alright, we'll probably meet you in a couple of hours, okay?" Sam asked as Dean pulled up beside the bar.
"Sure, see you then". She opened up her door and grabbed her purse before heading off into the bar, the boys watching as she disappeared inside.
"We'll make it an hour". Dean said as he began to pull away. Sam raised an eyebrow and Dean scoffed at him. "Don't look at me like that".
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It was only forty-five minutes later that Dean and Sam arrived back at the bar. Before Dean could open his door, Sam stopped him. "Dude, do you have feelings for her?"
"For who?"
"[Y/N]. We barely got back to the bunker before you wanted to get back here".
"I just want a drink". Dean shook his head at Sam.
"We have drinks at home".
"Yeah, well no offence Sammy but sometimes I want to enjoy the atmosphere, not sit around the bunker".
"You don't mind sitting around the bunker when [Y/N]'s there".
"She's a friend, I like her company, so what?" Dean said before finally opening his door and stepping out into the cool evening air, not waiting for Sam's response. The two of them walked through the door, their attention immediately drawn towards a noise that everyone else in the bar was already turning their heads to. Dean's heart sank as he saw the source of the noise. Ian was there, the vains in his neck popping as he shouted, almost screamed at [Y/N]. She was shouting back at him, but Dean didn't miss the tears falling from her eyes. Without so much as a second thought, he marched over to them, shoving onlookers to the side as Sam followed behind him, quietly apologising to those who had been in Dean's way.
"You're always such a fucking useless slut! I paid for that drink and you just drop it on the floor?!" Ian shouted into [Y/N]'s face.
"For fuck's sake I didn't drop it on purpose you idiot! It was an accident, I told you I'd pay for my own drink anyway!" She was visibly shaking as she shouted back at him. [Y/N] was an experienced hunter, much like Sam and Dean, and although she was tough and could handle most situations by herself, she was also a lot more sensitive than the boys. She had no problem fighting monsters, but she hated verbal confrontation, especially with people she knew, who she was supposed to be close to. Dean remembered one fight he had with her, not too long after they'd started hunting, and from the way she reacted, he promised never to get angry at her again. His heart couldn't take it, she had locked herself in her room crying for hours, not letting him in while his guilt consumed him. If he had an issue with something she had said or done, he'd vowed to have a calm discussion about it and never shout at her. It had been a struggle, Dean often lost his temper on hunts when someone nearly got hurt, but he had done his best to try when it came to [Y/N].
Seeing Ian shouting in her face was too much for him. He didn't care who was watching, he didn't care what the argument was about. No one was allowed to shout at [Y/N], not while he was there. He shoved Ian to the side, and Ian stumbled, grabbing on to the people standing there for balance. He stared at Dean in shock while Dean completely ignored him, making straight for [Y/N], grabbing her shoulders and immediately pulling her in to his chest. Ian began to walk towards them, glaring at them but Sam stepped in first. Sam placed his hand on Ian's shoulder and looked down at him, staring straight into his eyes. "Don't". He didn't need to say anything else for Ian to back down. He stared him down until Ian submitted, taking one last look at [Y/N] before turning around and storming out of the bar.
"C'mon, let's get you home". Dean said quietly into [Y/N]'s ear. All she did was nod before he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and followed Sam back out to the car. He quickly threw Sam the keys before opening the back door and sliding in, pulling her in after him. She shuffled closer to him as the engine started, and he held her close as they drove back to the bunker without a word. [Y/N] was sniffling and trying to catch her breath, wiping her eyes every so often when the tears spilt over. Dean's jaw was clenched, thinking up all of the scenarios he would love to be in to get Ian alone.
"We'll be in in awhile". Dean said as Sam turned off the engine in the bunker's garage. He nodded and got out of the car, leaving the two of them alone. "Hey, look at me". Dean pulled back slightly and hooked his index finger under her chin, pulling her up to look at him. She kept looking down however, not wanting eye contact.
"I... I don't know what to say". She sniffed, wiping her tear. "I feel so... so stupid. You probably think I'm stupid".
"[Y/N], you are not stupid. Don't you let that dick's words get into your head, okay? He's the stupid one, treating you like that". He shook his head disapprovingly. "You don't deserve that".
"I don't know what I deserve Dean". She cleared her throat as she tried to swallow back more tears. "I.. I just..." She took a moment to collect her thoughts, but it was difficult, every shouting match suddenly trying to resurface in her memory at once. "I don't know what to do". The tears spilled over again and she began to sob, pushing Dean's hand away from her chin so she could bury her face in his shoulder.
"How long has this been going on for?" He asked after the sobbing had quietened a little, and she shrugged.
"The whole time". She mumbled into his shoulder, embarrassment now starting to take over the anxiety from the fight. Dean held back his anger as he brought his hand up to rest on her back, starting to rub up and down soothingly.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I... I knew you'd just tell me to end things with him"
"Damn right I would have, and I would have been right to tell you that".
"Yeah well that's the problem Dean". She leaned back, now letting him see her face properly. Her eyes were red, her cheeks stained with tears. He instinctively raised his hand to use his thumb to wipe away a fresh tear.
"I don't get it, why didn't you end things?"
"Because!" She threw her hands up in exasperation. "Because...". She sighed and tried again. "Because, sometimes I just want someone to go on nice dates with. Someone to sleep with. Someone to take my thoughts off monsters and demons. Ian did that, okay? Yeah, he had a temper, and yeah we fought a lot and yeah, he wasn't a nice person. But I needed the nice stuff he did do. I don't do one night stands like you or Sam do, I just don't like them. I crave intimacy but it's not exactly easy to maintain a relationship when you're in our line of business. Ian was the best I could do".
"You don't need Ian". He wiped away yet another tear that fell from her eye, his hand lowering to linger on her neck.
"Well it's definitely over now". She sniffed and crossed her arms. "I'll just deal with being lonely again until someone else comes along, however far away that's going to be".
"What kind of intimacy do you need?" He asked, gazing into her eyes.
"What?"
"Tell me, tell me what you need".
"I just... I dunno. I need emotional intimacy. Someone to rant to about all the crap I'm feeling, someone to text when I'm feeling lonely, someone to say goodnight to. Someone to go on picnics with and laugh with and cry with. And I need the physical intimacy too. I want someone to want me, to desire me. I want to hold hands, cuddle up to a movie, wake up in someone's arms. I want someone to kiss me like they need me and make love to me like they want it more than anything". She looked away from him, feeling even more embarrassed about this confession. "Yeah, it's stupid considering I'm a hunter, but it's the truth".
"What if you could get that here?"
"What do you mean?" She frowned at him, confused. He shifted in his seat so he was facing her straight on.
"I mean, what if you could get the emotional intimacy and..." He cleared his throught, a light tinge on pink appearing beneath his freckles. "And the uh.. physical intimacy, right here?"
"What are you talking about Dean? Right here?"
"From me". Her eyes widened as she watched his face for any sign of a poorly timed joke, but he remained serious. "I can give you those things if you want them. I want them".
"You want to listen to me rant?"
"Yes".
"And... text me?"
"Yes, though we're usually in the same place". He chuckled.
"And you want to go on picnics?"
"I already know all of your favourite foods". He nodded.
"And hold my hand?"
"If you offer it to me".
"And cuddle me when watching a movie?"
"We've got the perfect set up in the Dean Cave".
"And... kiss me?"
"Okay". He smiled at her and slid his hand to the back of her neck, glancing down at her lips before leaning in slowly, giving her a chance to pull away. She didn't, she just looked down at his lips, her eyes closing right before the small gap between them closed. He pressed his lips to hers. He sighed as though he'd just sunk into a hot bath, or taken his boots off after a long day, it was instant comfort. She dropped her hands to his thigh, feeling the solid and powerful muscle below the denim. His free hand came to rest on her hip, his fingers dipping under her shirt to graze her bare skin. She shivered slightly at the contact before sliding one of her hands up his thigh, smiling into the kiss as she felt him shiver too.
Their mouths opened at the same time, Dean groaning as his tongue slipped into her mouth, his grip on her hip tightening while his other hand pushed up into her hair. He pulled her hair gently, [Y/N] moaning as their kiss broke. He used the opportunity to kiss her bottom lip, then her cheek, down her jaw and settling into her neck, where he left open mouthed kisses, allowing his hand to glide further up under her shirt until his fingers were resting underneath her bra. She trailed her hands up his shirt and over his shoulders and up his neck until they stopped at his jaw, his light stubble tickling the palms of her hands. "Dean". She whispered and he mumbled into her neck, the vibrations pulling a soft moan from her. "You want to sleep with me?"
He pulled away from her neck and pulled his hand out from under her shirt, both of his hands now cupping her face too. He gently pecked her nose, revelling in the little giggle she made before leaning his forehead against hers and breathing in deeply. "I want to make love to you, [Y/N]. I want to wake up with you in my arms. I want to give you everything you need".
"What do you need?" She asked, her voice slightly shaky, not quite believing the conversation she was having with Dean Winchester.
"You. I need you".
"You have me". She whispered. She wasn't sure how all of this was going to work, but in that moment she needed Dean and Dean needed her, everything else could wait.
The end
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And They Were Roomates
☙ pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader
☙ word count: 2.5k words
☙ warnings: RPF!! use of y/n, not proof read.
☙ ri speaks: I need more kate martin content and i haven’t been fed the specific ones that i need so i must write them to the best of my horrendous abilities. Idek how good this will be…im sorry in advance LMFAO. also this is two thousand five hundred words but it looks a lot shorter….crying
this is also a general announcement that i will indeed be refreshing my blog, so that means new and updated master lists and posts are coming out soon so sorry if you get a spam of rimunagenius on your feed!!
Part 1
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When you first started in Iowa, you never expected the immediate love you recieved from the people there. They were friendly, generous, and so much different from people in California. Especially your roommate, Kate Martin. You had met her shortly after your first day of Junior year. A while after, you two became roomates because you needed more space, and she needed someone to split rent with in her apartment. Sounded like a great deal to both of you.
"You don't mind?" You asked unsure. Not wanting to impose on her, possibly ruining plans with making a deal with her actual teammates.
"No! Not at all! I really like you and you're alot of fun! I'd love for you to move in with me." She beamed at you, giving you a side hug when she saw your expression change. You both were ecstatic.
Since then, you had been living with Kate for almost two years. You two had become inseparable. Always on campus together, meeting up between classes to get coffee or lunch together, sometimes with Caitlin and your other friends. It was great. You were happy with your home away from home.
You had transfered from UC Irvine and decided to pursue your degree and career in sports medicine here in Iowa City. You were one of the new athletic trainees and ocassionly a photographer; your previous major was in photography and Lisa and the administration had really loved your resume and work, so they hired you as a part time (barely) photographer, for whenever they wanted more shots than what they usually wanted or a fill in.
Currently, you were needed in the Carver stadium to help record a mic’d up practice session for the team. It was for the Iowa Hawkeye Youtube channel. You had experience because you too had a youtube channel that you started when you first transferred to Iowa. So you had told Lisa and the coaches that you’d be able to film it.
“Hey, Gabbie!” You smiled at her as you walked into the locker room, approaching Kate’s cubby to set your stuff down. Kate telling you this morning before she left that you could put your stuff with hers.
“Hey, girlie! So guess what?” You and Gabbie loved to gossip. It was so much fun and it started when you were redoing the tape on her ankles, and she looked down so you asked her about it, and since then, you both have told eachother whatever gossip you had.
“Oh my god, what?” You took your sweater out of your bag, the locker room being chilly, so you could imagine the court.
“So that boy Nick in my econ class, totally asked about you today. I didn’t want to crush his hopes and dreams but I did say you weren’t his type.” She took a seat next to where you were standing to put her shoes on.
“Wait, the boy I said would so be my type if he was a girl? That Nick?” You laughed because he was really nice and such a sweet guy but he just wasn’t a girl. Men are pretty but only to look at.
“Yes!”
“How’d he take it?” This guy has asked you out once before but you just said you weren’t looking to date. Probably should’ve elaborated on that one.
“But he asked me “Oh, who is? Does he go here?” And I was like,” she paused to reenact the face she made. “I said it too fast so I didn’t have time to say “Oh, It’s long distance or something” sooo I don’t know.” She rambled and just pulled her hair into a small ponytail.
“What do you mean? That made no sense, Gab.” You were confused. She looked guilty of something but you didn’t want to pressure her but you also really wanted to know what she had said about you to Nick.
“I kinda sorta said you had a girlfriend already, and he took that as ‘Oh, she’s dating her roommate Kate Martin’ because he said he supposedly sees you guys together everywhere.” She meant well. It really wasn’t her fault that Nick totally misread the situation.
“Oh shit.” Your jaw dropped. You thought it was awkward but now it went full fledged horrendous. You were already out, and anyone who followed your insta would’ve saw it in your stories, so you weren’t worried about that but you were worried for Kate.
“So what do we do about the fact that a random kid on campus thinks your dating Kate?”
“Ok wait, i’m actually scared. Like how do you think Kate will take it?” You were talking to Gabbie and immediately knew you fucked up by seeing the expression on her face.
“How will I take what?” Kate walked in, hair down, dressed in her practice uniform, and sat on the chair next to you. You hadn’t realized that you sat down with Gabbie. Lost in the conversation and frenzy of the new mess that could possibly affect yours and Kate’s social life dramatically.
“I’m just gonna…” Gabbie got up, and walked out, meeting the others outside on the court.
“Oh, okay. I’ll see you in a minute.” You said to the girl before turning to Kate. You had caught her up on the lore behind you and Nick, if you could even call this one sided infatuation lore. Now you just had to tell her the problem. “So Gabbie tried to tell him that I was already seeing some girl. But Nick jumped to this whole conclusion that me and you were together.”
You watched her face. Looking for any sort of negative reaction. Waiting for her to blow up on you. “Oh.”
“And when Gabbie tried to say it wasn’t you and that were just friends, and that my supposed girlfriend lives in California, he got up and left. So it may be possible that the whole Iowa college campus will assume we’re together.” You played with your fingers as you watched her some more. Still waiting for her explosion.
“I mean, I don’t mind. He sounded weird so if it keeps the guy away from you, i’m okay with being the ‘pretend’ girlfriend.” She shrugged her shoulders. Grabbing her shoes from behind you, your chair sitting right infront of the cubby that belonged to her:
“Kate. Are you sure? This is so random and so strange and I would totally get it if your uncomfortable.” You wanted it to be clear that this situation could go away if she was uncomfortable. If she was uncomfortable you’d go on a date with him and just tell him it won’t work after. It’d be bad for you if he goes around saying rude things but you couldn’t care less about people you don’t know. You just wanted to make sure Kate wasn’t the one feeling weird.
“Yeah, I mean—I don’t have to kiss you in public, right? I feel like that’s overstepping a boundary we have not thought about setting.”
“No, Kate. You do not have to kiss me in public. Wait so you’d kiss me in private?” You looked at the girl, now fully joking around as you wiggled your eyebrows and laughed.
“Oh yeah for sure.” Kate made a funny face while nodding her head before grabbing her water and standing up. You following behind to get this practice and video recording started.
“Oh, and your getting mic’d up today. I don’t know if Coach Lisa told you.” You say as you both walk onto the court.
You and Kate had showered, separately unfortunately, and sat on the couch. You had been trying to convince her the whole way home from practice to watch New Girl. She agreed after ten excruciating minutes of your nagging.
You were deciding to pick the snack you wanted, grabbing M&Ms you bought at the store yesterday, snickers, chips, and popcorn. You wanted to watch as many episodes as possible because you both started school late tomorrow and it was an off day for practice.
“What are these practices anyways? Are they like preseason workouts to get back in shape or?” You watched Kate as she picked her snacks.
“Yeah. Basically. We’re technically only allowed to goof off a little during those ones.” Kate laughed, referring to the mic’d up practice today. Coach Lisa usually wants a more focused and intimate space during the actual season. “Oh my. What if we just kill this whole tub of Neapolitan ice cream?” Kate took it out of the freezer and suddenly all your snack choices went back to the cabinets.
“Ou deal, Martin.” You grabbed two spoons before making your way to the couch. Grabbing the blanket off the backrest, and throwing it over you both. You both settled and got comfy ready to start the marathon of New Girl.
You were both sitting in silence after you decided to just do a highlight reel of episodes since you weren’t going to force Kate to watch multiple seasons. "Are you excited for this upcoming season? Your last season?" You asked as you looked to your right. Kate was seated next to you while you both decided to disregard bowls and just eat the ice cream straight from the tub. She held the tub as you both dug what you wanted out of it. She shoved more ice cream into her mouth and she smiled and nodded her head.
"I am. Just scared and sad." She said somewhat incoherently due to not having swallowed the mouthful of ice cream. You nodded your head. You had already adapted to the Kate language. When she talked while yawning, mouth full, her body language, and her facial expressions. Not many people were fluent like you, and you were actually proud to be one of the people. So you understood exactly what she meant. You saw everything else she was feeling just by the look in her eye and the shape of her lips.
But you also felt sad for her too. You’d both be a sixth-year, grad students, in a couple months. This year bigger for her more than you. This year being her last and final run in her collegiate career. This was huge. You both knew this but wanted to focus on the nicer aspects. You and the girls would support her and be her friend even if she decided to never touched a basketball again. You guys were for life.You didn’t play, so you felt there was nothing you thought you could say other than just being her friend.
"You'll be okay, sweetheart." You wrapped your arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. A small comforting hug, atleast a hug at which this position provided, and kissed the top of her head. You only used terms of endearment like this in small, comforting, intimate moments. You felt this was the right time. "I'll be here for you, and you have the girls. We’ll back you in whatever you do, outside of basketball and school. You can’t ever get rid of us if you tried. But I will give you all the support and all the ice cream you can eat right now." You smiled at the blonde. You both stared at eachother, a little too long, “We are not beating the supposed ‘girlfriend’ allegations right now, Martin.” She bursted out laughing. You not far behind.
"But seriously, thanks shortie." She said as she patted your knee, right before she lost it again and laughed out loud. You immediatey cringed at the name, and pushed her away from you.
"OH! my god! Immediately no, Kate." You laughed again, half embarassment and half amusement. "That is not funny. You sound like a frat boy." That earned another snort laugh from Kate.
"You're right. I'm sorry." You side-eyed her. Pulling the blanket a little closer to you. Scooting over the tiniest bit over to feign anger and hurt. Still managing to catch her movement through your peripheral.
"Bro, I'm not even that much shorter than you. Just short three inches." You rolled your eyes at your best friend, turning back to the episode where Jess and Nick kiss eachother for the first time. Your favorite episode.
"Yes, I know. I know how you feel about my short jokes. I almost cried when you ignored me for three and a half days." Kate chuckled as she looked to you her smile dropping, a frown forming when you still didn't acknowledge her. "Oh, come on, y/n. Don't ignore me again, please! I was kidding." She asked you while chuckling nervously, she asked you two more times, when that didn’t work she insisted on poking you for a two minutes straight.
"Okay, Kate. I forgive you. Now shush, my favorite part is coming up." You kept your eyes on the screen and tried to reach for your spoon in the tub. Your fingers reaching everywhere but your spoon. "Kate can you help me please?"
"Yes, but haven't you already seen this show like eight-billion times?" She grabbed a spoon, whichever one was closest, forgetting which one was which, and scooping a good spoonful, before bringing the spoon to your mouth. "Open." You opened your mouth and took the ice cream happily.
"Thank you, you big teddy bear. God's gift, I'm telling you." You said as you watched the best scene on sitcom TV about to unfold.
"Im just going to pretend you're talking about me and not your show." Kate whispered. "You're welcome, pretty." She said louder so you could hear.
That got your attention. It wasn’t something that you hadn’t heard come out of her mouth and directed to you before; she's called you pretty multiple times when you had asked if the outfit you were wearing out looked good or if the makeup you put on was good for this dinner a girl you were seeing on and off wanted to take you out to. But she's never once used it in this context. You got a nervous feeling in your stomach, something you recognized as butterflies for sure. Fighting the urge to smile at the compliment, a small blush creeping up on your cheeks. Fighting the thoughts you had about her.
It was something new but this one thing…this you weren't going to get used to. You guys were best friends and just roomates. You can't feel anyway about this.You decided to ignore it and take it as a compliment in the moment to make up for the short joke. It definitely wasn’t something serious as you were making.
"I was talking about both of you. The TV and you, Kit-Kate." You put your arm around her shoulder and continued to watch the show. Watching the scene you had been waiting for all night to play. “This was the best cinematic experience I have ever had.” You whispered, now reaching for the spoon again for some ice cream.
Kate beating you to it, already having got another spoonful for you, feeding it to you like she did a couple of seconds ago. You smiled and thanked her before you both decided to cut the show, and search for a movie of both your choosing this time.
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━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ Daisy, oh my Daisy
Daisy and Wonka first met all those years ago on the boat. He was a chef and she, a waitress. The two had come quick friends, working together and laughing together. When Willy Wonka shared his chocolate dreams with her, she wanted to be part of it all. So as Wonka goes for his dreams, Daisy, his Daisy comes along as his faithful secretary. When it all goes wrong, he fears he's dragged her down with him.
[never did I think i'd be writing a Willy Wonka fic, like huh? but before I even went into the cinema to watch it I knew i'd be obsessed. Can't wait to see the Regulus edits of it all. Not proofread, just vibes. And i have a lot of ideas for timmy and coryo snow bits :)]
━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━
The doors were wide open, holding the people in and the magic of it out. The wonder of Wonka's chocolate shop wafted in the wind, calling in all- children and adults, anyone and everyone came along to have bite of magic.
Daisy maned the doors with Noodle. Kept the line down and made sure everyone got in and out with a bag full of the wonderful chocolate Wonka created. She was lucky enough to be the first to try them all, he always wanted her feed back. She was thankful he held her in such esteem as to value her opinion. After seven years on this journey with him, just seeing his dreams in front of her was enough to keep a grin in her face.
Her cheeks would sure hurt in the morning.
It was obvious to them all apparently, at least to the adults, how Daisy admired and felt about Wonka. But- standing across from her and watching her watch Wonka- it only just clicked with Noodle.
'Holy cricket!' yelped Noodle.
Her yell broke Daisy away from her daze, watching Wonka in his chocolate tree. She jumped in her skin and slowly turned to Noodle. 'Yes, Noodle?'
'You're in love with him!'
Daisy's jaw hung open slightly before she laughed off her nerves. If Noodle said it any louder, he may just hear. 'What? No-no, no way, no, please. Don't be ridiculous. He's... he's my boss.'
'So?' she rushed over to Daisy tugging at her sleeve. 'You're in love with him!'
Daisy turned them around quickly, smiling at all the customers until they were left alone in a corner. 'Noodle, please, you mustn't say a word. To him, to anyone.'
'You've been in love with him this whole time?'
'Well, only six of the seven years i've known him,' Daisy amended, 'although admittedly that doesn't sound any better.'
Noodle had a grin on her face now, her little hat slanted down on her head. 'Why not tell him?'
'Because Noodle, there are some things worth staying quiet for. If he didn't like me back and thought it weird that I stayed this whole time, he could throw me out! All i've known is this.' Daisy didn't want to think of not having it. Of not having... Wonka.
'Daisy, please, i'm sure Wonka loves you to,.'
'Daisy!' called the very man they were discussing. The two girls stood up quickly, hands behind their backs and smiling.
'Nothing, we were talking about nothing!' said Daisy quickly.
Wonka's brows seemed askew as he looked between them. 'Very well, Daisy may I borrow you a moment.' he didn't await an answer, already tugging her away.
Worried he'd heard this whole time and was about to tell her to leave, Daisy looked back at Noodle for some help. The girl only made smooching faces.
'Try this!' Wonka thrust a chocolate flower in her mouth.
It was delicious. Crunchy and melting on the tongue. It smelt like a tulip but tasted like a blueberry and something else, something like...
Daisy spat out the last crumbs of the flower. 'Yeti sweat!'
'Exactly!'
'But you didn't put that in there!'
'No, I did not.'
Daisy thought quickly, clicking her fingers. 'Could it have been the little orange man?'
Wonka nodded, stroking the non-existent hair on his chin. 'I wouldn't put it past him.' Quickly, Wonka tugged her over to the tree and leapt upon it, yelling out to the room: 'Ladies and Gentlemen! Your attention please, there seems to be a manufacturing error! Nobody eat the flowers!'
A lady who's hair was already turning orange and growing a beard asked 'why not?'
A man who's hair was ginger and growing tall had crumbs falling from his lips 'what's wrong with them?'
Another man was turning green, another child was turning another colour.
'Oh no,' mumbled Daisy.
'I'm terribly sorry everyone and I don't know how to explain it. But it appears the chocolate's have been poisoned!' Wonka announced.
Daisy leapt up next to him. 'That probably was not the best wording, Wonka.'
'I want my money back!' a man who's hair was as blue as the ocean yelled.
'I want compensation!' yelled an angry Scottish man.
'I want revenge!'
Suddenly, chocolate's were being thrown at the two. They dodged and ducked, but they came quickly.
'Daisy, hold onto me!' Wonka grabbed a fistful of her purple dress and kept her close to him. They yelled at those who tore down the shop, that cracked and shattered all the glasses. 'Daisy, what's happening?!'
The chandelier dropped from the ceiling, creating fire in the middle of the hall. People started to run out, screaming and yelling. 'Oh Daisy.' and Wonka settled down.
That's how they ended up in the melted room of what was once Wonka's shop of dreams. The colours had dissolved, the people had scattered and they were left with their friends.
Noodle slowly approached Wonka who sat down in the dust. With an encouraging nod from Daisy, Noodle cleared her throat. 'It's ok, Willy. We can re-build.'
'There's no point, Noodle.'
Daisy rested a hand on his shoulder. 'Don't say that.'
'It's the truth,' he mumbled. 'It didn't work.'
Daisy scoffed. 'What do you mean? your chocolates brought so much joy!' she settled down next to him. 'Before everyone found out they were tampered with.'
'She promised she would be here,' said Wonka, glancing over at Daisy. She was the only one who knew everything about Wonka. All but one thing. Quite possibly one of the biggest things. 'She wasn't. Stupid dream.'
Daisy rested a hand on his back. 'It's not a stupid dream, none of your dreams are stupid.'
'Oh but they are,' he told her, looking to her with tears in his eyes. He seemed to search her face for something. 'Now none of them will ever come true.'
'Don't say that Willy!' said Noodle. 'Please don't ever say that!'
'Come on, Noodle,' Mr. Carter said, putting a hand to Noodle's shoulder and gesturing the rest away. 'I think we should give Mr Wonka some time alone.'
Wonka didn't object to them all leaving, he sat with his feelings and his chocolates.
Daisy watched them all leave and turned back to Willy. They spent their days together, inventing, laughing, eating and cooking. They only left each others side to sleep in different rooms. But maybe, she'd have to accept some things change.
With a quiet sigh, Daisy made to leave.
Wonka's hand reached out, clasping her wrist. 'Not you. Please, please don't leave.'
At his begging, at the tear slipping down his cheek, she sat back down and held onto his hand firmly.
'Never, Willy, never,' she promised.
He sniffed. 'I'm sorry, I let you down,' he laughed through his tears.
At first, she thought he was talking to his Ma. Sometimes, when he needed guidance the most, he'd share some words with her. But she realised, he was apologising to her.
'Let me down?' she echoed. It was a ridiculous idea, when he'd given her the greatest thing of all. Love. A warmth in the heart that not even chocolate could bring. 'You haven't let me down, in fact, it would be impossible for you to ever let me down, Willy. You did all this. All of it. And if it wasn't for the stupid chocolate cartel, you'd have all your dreams. I just wish I could erase what they did, give it all back to you.'
He smiled, wiping his nose. 'You've always been too kind to me, Daisy.'
'You've never given me a reason not to be, Willy.' she squeezed his hand with one and with the other, she wiped away a tear from his cheek.
He looked at her and she quickly dropped her hand and took a deep breath. The ends of her dress were scorched, her gloves ruined, hair falling around her face. 'You've followed me all these years for this. For this dream. Now it's all gone. It's ruined and i've done nothing but waste your time.'
Daisy looked into his eyes, those that were swimming in tears. She shook her head slightly, lips curled up in disbelief. She thought of talking with Noodle, she thought of dancing and sharing smiles with Willy. 'You really think that's the only reason i've followed you?'
They were sitting close. Bodies, warm from fire and cold from dread. His jacket, frayed everywhere, covering parts of her dress. He could see every detail of her face. Every detail he'd missed from spending his time being far from her.
'What else could there be?' he asked.
And perhaps truth's would've been shared if it wasn't for the chocolate cartel interrupting.
❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜
It all seemed to end with: death by chocolate.
Daisy and Wonka were stuck in a room with thousands and thousands of gallons of chocolate, and impossible amount really. The pillars whirled and the chocolate grew around them. They'd been so close at winning, at getting their hands on the secrets they needed to prove the cartel villains and gain back his reputation. But of course, there was one thing they'd missed.
Chocolate.
'You know, Willy. When you were dreaming about chocolate. I think you dreamt a bit too hard.'
Wonka held her hand, putting it onto his sleeve. 'Just hold onto me, we'll be fine.'
But then chocolate started to spill from vents, and being 'just fine' started to turn into panicking. Panicking a lot.
His other hand held onto her hand. 'I'll think of something, I promise.'
Daisy laughed, watching her knees disappear under the chocolate. 'I've never doubted you, not for a second in six years. But please do come up with a plan soon.'
'I've got it!' he announced after the chocolate crept up their legs. 'If we're going to drown in chocolate, because let's face it Daisy, we might just drown in chocolate. Then it'll be Wonka chocolate.' She watched as he started to sprinkle some secret ingredient into the chocolate around them.
'Does that happen to lessen the amount of chocolate that will some in?' she asked.
'Nop!' he admitted.
Daisy put on a brave smile, looking around the room as the chocolate reached her waist. 'A sky light!' she gasped, shuffling around in the liquid. She laughed, clutching at Wonka. 'There's a skylight, we'll get out that way.'
Willy followed her eyeline, seeing the only part light came from. 'Daisy, my Daisy, you're a genius.'
And it didn't take long for the chocolate to reach their necks. They pushed through it, they fought against the current until they reached the window.
'Help!' they yelled, banging their fists against it, screaming and hoping someone would see or the glass would break.
'It's not gonna work is it?' Daisy sighed. Her fists were shaking from the force of knocking against the window. 'We're going to drown in chocolate.' She laughed, because how could she not.
Wonka watched her. Even in the desolate moment of ending, he watched her. His flower laugh and then thought things couldn't be so bad if she was laughing. But hadn't she always found joy in the worst moments? 'Tell me,' he said.
Daisy looked back to him, arms working tiresomely to keep her up. 'Tell you what?'
'What you were going to tell me, back in the shop?'
Daisy almost thanked the blush was up to her neck, he'd never be able to see the rising blush. 'I er... I don't think I remember what I was going to say.'
'Sure you do,' said Wonka, almost taking pleasure in teasing her. 'You're Daisy, you remember everything.'
Still, even facing death by chocolate, Daisy wasn't ready to spill her most carefully guarded secret.
'Why else would you follow me all the way here, Daisy?' he asked her. 'You might as well tell me. I'm not sure there's another way out of here. I've let you down. Again.'
'Willy, i've told you. You can never let me down,' she whispered. There was nothing else left to say. Nothing but silence between them.
'I'm in love with you,' she confessed in one breath. A secret kept for years, aching for days and it came out in one single whisper. 'I've been in love with you for six years. That's why I've followed you everywhere. Because I believe you. I wanted to see your dreams come true. I wanted to watch you watch your dreams come true. That's why i've followed you here. Because I am so helplessly and foolishly in love with you.'
To her dismay, nothing was revealed from his expression. 'You really mean that?' he asked. 'You're not just saying that because we're about to drown?'
'No. Seemed as good a time as ever to say it.'
Finally, he smiled. 'Then let me do you one better. I've been in love with you for seven,' he admitted. Finally admitted. And if it wasn't for the chocolate holding them down, his chest would finally expand with a deep breath. He laughed. 'Seven years.'
'Seven?' she checked.
'Seven,' he exaggerated. 'I should've told you, I never wanted you to be my secretary! I never wanted you as a friend! I wanted- I wanted you!'
Daisy laughed, tilting her head back so she couldn't choke on chocolate. 'Well, we're just a pair of fools aren't we?'
Willy smiled. 'Daisy, oh my Daisy. Deep breath now.'
Then, the two disappeared under the river of chocolate. But for a fleeting moment, they were in love together.
Daisy thought that could save them. Her own dream of loving him could make the chocolate go, lower until they could breath. She could practically feel the fresh air, feel the air in her lungs.
'Daisy! My Daisy open your eyes!' Yelled Wonka. 'We're saved, we've been saved!'
Daisy wiped the chocolate from her eyes, finding Willy in front of her with a wide grin. 'What? by who?'
'Look!'
Above them, waving at the window was the little orange man. The theif.
Daisy exclaimed a laugh, thanking him and blowing him a kiss as the chocolate continued to lower until they got their bodies back. The two spun around and around until they hit the ground in lumps of bodies.
Their bodies were shaking with laughter, against each other.
They sat up across from each other in new light. Not afraid of dying, or loving.
Daisy raised a brow. 'So seven years is a long time.'
Wonka blushed under the layer of chocolate he tried to wipe away. 'Almost as long as six.'
They laughed, eyes twinkling in the way new lovers do.
Daisy reached out, swiping a layer of chocolate from his cheek and licking it off her finger as Wonka watched. She didn't seem to think anything of it, but it lit him up with heat and determination.
He pulled her arm until she was between his legs, almost on his lap and kissed her. A kiss that had waited seven years, since they were born, a lifetime for them to share.
It was quick, a movement of lips and his hand on her cheek, her hand clutching his jacket. It tasted of life and hope and love and chocolate. His lips were soft and sweet, and hers were fresh and his for the taking.
Perhaps, if it wasn't for the little orange man knocking on the window, they would've forgotten their troubles and rolled around in chocolate, discovering what seven years of longing does to a person.
Daisy pulled away, running her tongue over her newly chocolate covered lips.
Wonka smiled, kissed her once more and then held her hand. 'Let's go get our chocolate back.'
#timothee x y/n#timothee x you#timothee x reader#timothee imagine#timothée chalamet#wonka#wonka movie#willy wonka#regulus black#timmy
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𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘂𝗺 - 𝗸.𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆
warnings: a kiss or two
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"hey kat, you seen harps?"
i knocked on katrina's hotel room door, but there was no response so i walked in. i was going to take harper down with me so katrina could get ready, but immediately stopped in my tracks when a saw the scene before me. harper was on the bed, katrina curled around her, both sound asleep.
my heart melted seeing my two favourite people together like that. as much as i wanted to let kat sleep longer, i knew i had to wake her up. coach wanted us down in a half hour for a team meeting about the game.
"kat, you gotta wake up now." i sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her arm, shaking her a bit. she came to after a few moments of me shaking her lightly. kat's groggy face turned to look at who was tearing her from her sleep. "hey sleeping beauty." i grinned down at her. "mm, i jus' need five more minutes."
"we have that meeting soon, you gotta get up, min." everyone in the team called her mini, or min, because of her short stature, but i was an exception. i called her kat, only on occasion did i switch it for mini.
"fuuuuckk." she drawled out. eventually she sat up slowly and got up. the small child next to her had shuffled around and woke up at the slight commotion near her. "hey harps." i ruffled her her a bit and she giggled at me. i picked her up and smoothed down her clothes before katrina walked out of the bathroom, her hair fixed and looking slightly less tired.
"let's head down, yea?"
i only received a light mumble in response, kat's way of agreeing. we knew each other in and out by now, we'd been best friends for years. probably from the first time we met years ago at her then club, brisbane roar, and soon after mine.
i had signed a deal with the club, contracted for 5 years. katrina had already been there for a year or two when i joined, but her contract ran out two years before mine did. she moved from there that year, signing with some other club over in england, leaving me behind.
unbeknownst to me, she did a stint with the club in england but then moved to a sweden club which i would later sign with. it was a big offer from them and a big sign for me, having to move from australia to sweden and play for vittsjö gik. but i quickly decided it was the best decision i'd made in my life when i saw katrina on the training field at my first session. we were inseparable and attached at the hip again, we went everywhere together.
i had, very, quickly caught some sort of feelings towards the older woman when we first met and didn't know how to feel about that fact, choosing to ignore the butterflies that made chaos of my abdomen when i saw her.
i never knew if she had felt the same, and didn't want to ruin what bond we had together so i never said a word. now here we are, at national camp together, about 10 years later. it was a messy situation, especially on my end, but i made the most of it, loving every moment i got to spend with katrina, and her little harper.
"thank you for looking after harps, y/n." she brought me out of my little daydream with her gratitude. "it's all good, kat. i love the kid as much as anyone." harper wriggled around in my arms at my words.
we had made it to the meeting room then, and joined the rest of the team to take a seat.
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it felt like a whole year had gone by after we left that room. my butt had gone numb from how long i was in that seat for. harper was in my arms again as me and kat walked out and towards the cafeteria. i honestly thought i could eat a horse, my last meal was at breakfast, almost 5 hours ago. i grabbed what i could fit onto my plate and raced over to a table and placed everything on the surface. katrina handed harper off to me while she went to get her's and harps lunch.
we sat in comfortable silence eating our food, me more so devouring. i finished everything on my plate and was finally full. both kat and harper were still eating, and both were laughing at me and my content sighs after eating for two people. "shut up, i was starving." i send a joking look to kat and she laughs some more at me.
"mama. water, please." harper's voice catches us both off guard, and we both just stare at her as she looks at me and makes grabby hands for my water bottle.
"did she..?" i trail off in a silent question to katrina. "yea.. she did." i went white as a sheet, body frozen. i finally found it in me and passed harper my water bottle. the kid latches onto it and drinks some. i was still shocked and hadn't uttered any words other than confirming what we'd both seen with kat.
my brain seemed to malfunction as my mind told me i needed to leave. i grabbed my plate, making some sort of excuse to get out of the room.
i bolted, heading for my own room this time. i flopped down on my bed, mind racing a million miles and hour. harper called me mama! i was elated but also worried at the same time. what if kat didn't want her kid to think of me as her second mum? my nerves and anxiety were called to the forefront and i kept asking myself questions without answers.
it felt like two seconds but there was a knock on my door, and suddenly it opened. i shot upright, and seeing it was kat, flopped back down.
i couldn't even look her in the face as she walked over. "y/n. are you okay?" "umm, yes?" it came out more as a question rather than a statement. "you're not. you were white as a ghost before." a split second of reckless thought sent me over the edge and i blurted. "harper called me mama." i didn't know what i was doing, i just needed to air that statement.
"yea, about that. i'm sorry, i didn't know she saw it like that." "you're.. sorry?" i was confused. did she not want me to be a mum to harper? "yea, i didn't think you wanted things to be like that."
surely she's joking. "kat.." i sat up and took a deep breath.
"katrina, i would love to be a mum to harper. i never told you any of this, and it's been at least 4 years of me bottling up my feelings. i have liked you so much, for the longest time. i have wanted nothing more to hug you as more than friends for the longest time. but i never said anything because i didn't want to ruin our friendship. you're like my best friend. but i want us to be more."
shit. i just ruined it didn't i? i looked up at katrina tentatively, scared to see her expression.
surprisingly, it wasn't one of hate. she almost looked.. relieved? "oh thank god." that was a new one. she sat down next to me so we were eye level again.
"i am so glad you said something, i would have gone another few years without saying anything. i like you so much more than friends, y/n. i can't even begin to explain how thankful i am to have you in my life, to help me with harper, or to just be with me when i need a shoulder to cry on."
what she says catches me off guard, i fully expected her to shun me and tell me she wasn't interested.
"wait.. really?" she nods with a smile. "yes really. you mean so much to me-" i cut her off by pressing my lips to hers. she freezes up but just as quickly, kisses me back. her lips are soft, sweet, they taste like caramel. i had my hands on either side of her face. she moves hers down to wrap around my waist. everything around us stops moving as we continue in our own little world. finally we break apart to take a breath.
"katrina-lee gorry, do you wanna be my girlfriend?"
"always, y/n y/l/n."
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Sorry to add on to your list of requests, but could you do something for jessie at like UCLA? Thank you !!! ❤️❤️
sorry I am in love with ucla jessie
morning runs j.f
plot: jessie usually likes to go on an early run in the morning but in her last year her room mate and team mate convince her to run a different route where she first see's you.
warning: fluff ig, happy endings
"I like going past the science building cause there's more people" Teagan said as they stretched out their calves "no way the track next to the library has the views" Jessie told her Australian friend who scoffed "views of what, this is a secluded area".
Jessie shrugged at the girl "I like it" she defended herself and Teagan looked towards the science building which did indeed have people around it "Come on you need more friends other than me" she said and dragged the girl by her arm to go her way "I have more friends then just you"
"Okay then list them"
"My sister" Jessie said and Teagan rolled her eyes and stopped as they reached the start of the track "That doesn't count".
Jessie rolled her eyes but finally agreed to the Australian who smiled "You'll love it, we pass science students, the boy's basketball team if it's sunny and my personal favorite the girl's track team" she boasted as he waved to a couple of students who encouraged her run.
"How do you know so many people?" Jessie asked during the run as the boys basketball coach applauded the girls for their run and turned to his boys to scold them for lack of fitness.
"Because I run here, you run in the lonely forest and if you keep on doing that you will die alone," Teagan told her "I like my solitude" Jessie huffed as she started to lose breath "When do we do a mini water break?" she asked "Once we pass the girls track team," the Australian said as she passed the team.
When they stopped, the girls who weren't running chatted up to Teagan. Jessie sipped some water out of the drink bottle that Teagan had given her.
You were running on the Athletics track when the two soccer players arrived, you looked in the corner of your eye when you saw Teagan and you smiled, Teagan was one of your friends.
You bonded when you both sat at the back of the class and laughed when you realized you were one of the only students without the American accent, her Australian and you British.
You saw someone next to her, she was shorter than Teagan and also had a UCLA top on, you've never met her before. You found yourself running faster as your coach cheered you on, catching the attention of the Canadian.
Jessie's eyes widened at your speed "She's good isn't she?" one of the girls spoke up and Jessie nodded "That's y/n she's from London" Teagan pointed out and Jessie whipped her head around "How do you know everyone?"
Teagan shrugged.
When you finished your last lap your coach stopped her timer and cheered "New PB y/n/n" she told you and you tried to cheer but you were very tired from the run as you went to your water bottle that was near your friends and the soccer player.
"New PB?" Teagan asked as you walked up and you nodded, grabbing your drink bottle quickly and practically chugging out of it which Jessie laughed at, causing your attention to go to her which then stopped her laugh.
Teagan watched as Jessies cheeks blushed and smirked "This is Jessie, she's on my team" she introduced you two and you smiled "I'd shake your hand but I'm really sweaty" you said and Jessie laughed "That's all good" she said and pointed out to the track "I watched you... not in a weird way or anything" Jessie panicked and you smirked "but you were really good, I wish I was that quick" she said "maybe I can teach you" you both laughed.
"So you're from London?" she asked and you nodded "North London to be exact" You smiled and Teagan laughed "Hopefully we'll still be able to talk if we make the WSL" you smiled "Hopefully" you smiled before your coach blew the whistle.
You smiled at Jessie who's cheeks burned red again, yours did too but you were able to blame the running, your friends who were talking to Teagan and watching your interaction with the Canadian smirked and grabbed your arm to walk back "she's cute" she whispered in your ear and you smacked her shoulder "she thinks your cute" another friend added as she grabbed your other arm.
Jessie watched as you and your friends bickered wit a soft smile on her face.
"What do you think about your silly little views now?" Teagan teased and Jessie rolled her eyes.
Safe to say Jessie took the track next to the Science building from then on.
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Good morning, as you have requests open can I get some Velvette x g/n! reader angst (perhaps ending with comfort) romance?
One night they overhear her talking negatively about them (not an overlord, lack of confidence, whatever) so they leave behind a note saying they were right to feel like she didn't actually love them and they've left, not saying where.
Good evening my dear! We are ending the cannibal streak with Velvette! WOO, It's late and I'm woozy, this became a song fic I'm sorry.
Velvette x reader,
Warnings!
Light angst, Valentino,
The song used: Moral of the story
You and Velvette met at a New Years party back in the 2000's, the air was heavy, you had a red solo cup with heavens knew what was in it, maybe Vodka and something? You didn't know, people were kissing, yelling, and whatever else.
So I never really knew you
When Velvette approached you, you felt like the luckiest person in the world, like nothing else in the room exist, she was only person there in your eyes,
When she talked about how boring the party was you found yourself agreeing with every word she said, her voice soothing to you.
God, I really tried to, Blindsided, addicted
The two of you died in a car accident, music was blasting from the radio, you were looking outside the window, and Velvette was texting and driving,
It was quick, she ran a red light and BAM, a truck hit the two of you causing the car to roll, glass shattered and the one thing you remember is reaching out to Velvette before everything went dark.
Felt we could really do this
You once told Velvette that you'd follow her to hell and back,
Guess that was true because guess where you ended up?
But really I was foolish
Things didn't change much as she rose to the top, becoming an overlord, teaming up with some guys named Vox and Valentino, Vox was decent enough but Valentino gave you the chills, he never did anything but still.
Velvette made sure to shield you from his business, you weren't allowed on his floor.
Hindsight, it's obvious
Velvette was never scared to demand things, to order things around, to get her hands somewhat dirty if needed, if she wanted it she got it
You weren't like that, you didn't like having blood on your hands, While Velvette treated service staff like they were an inconvenience you treated them with respect, like they were people.
Velvette didn't like that part of you, she liked it when it was towards her or maybe the other Vee's but no one else.
Talking with the cannibal She said, "Where'd you find this girl?"
You weren't having a good day, you and Velvette got into a argument over her spending too much time on her phone, you said that she loved that stupid thing more then you, she didn't deny it, just said that you were acting fucking crazy and left.
I said, "Young people fall in love, with the wrong people sometimes"
You had several things to do, some employees couldn't do their job properly and you didn't want to lash out of them, all you wanted to do was just relax with your fiancee, you got some flowers and an Emoji plush to give her as an apology.
Some mistakes get made
As you stood outside the door that lead to the Vee's living room you could hear muffled talking, a voice you could recognize was Velvette's.
That's alright, that's okay
You cracked the door open and peaked in, She was talking to Valentino.
You can think that you're in love
"Then They say that I love my phone then them! Like maybe if you weren't such a fuckin' loser that can't even order a coffee without almost crying I'd pay more attention to you!"
When you're really just in pain
You clutched the flowers, crushing the stems as you took a step back.
Some mistakes get made
"They aren't an overlord, the only they have any of this is because of me!" She said throwing herself onto the couch and went back to her phone, that damned phone.
That's alright, that's okay
Quietly and quickly you made your way to the room you shared with Velvette, you did your best not to slam the door indicating that you were back, you threw the flowers and plush into a trashcan before taking out a few suitcases.
No tears were shed, just anger, betrayal and disappointment flooded you.
In the end, it's better for me
You packed the clothes that were your favorites, you couldn't take everything since for one, Velvette gave you the majority, and two, she gave you a bunch of clothes.
Once You had everything packed you wrote a note giving a brief explanation, that you had heard what she said, and that since you were SUCH a loser, she should date a overlord instead.
That's the moral of the story, babe
You left the Vee's tower, without a single soul noticing, now standing on a random street corner you took a deep breath, you had enough money, from your OWN means, to get a hotel to stay at for maybe a week? Just until you could get an apartment or something.
It's funny how a memory
Velvette didn't notice you were gone until late the next day, she thought you were being petty avoiding her because of a little fight and she had decided to let you take the bedroom, sleeping in her office instead.
She supposed she should apologize because she loved you and she was tired of this.
Turns into a bad dream
She stepped into your shared room, not noticing anything missing, until a colorful object caught her eye from the trashcan, leaning down it was an emoji plush, cringey but it was soft, it was covering a bouquet of flowers, her favorites infact.
When running wild turns volatile
Her face twisted into confusion as she looked around, spotting the note you left on the bed.
She hadn't meant for you to hear her.
Remember how we painted our room, Just like the other Vee's did?
You were gone. She fucked up.
So romantic, but we fought the whole time
It was just a small fight right? The two of you would kiss and make up like usual, maybe watch a movie after, but you had left, you left her!
Should have seen the signs
She couldn't find you, anywhere.
Vox only got footage of you leaving the tower and nothing else, he spied on the ENTIRE ring and he couldn't find YOU?
Talking with the cannibal, She said, "Where'd you find this girl?"
You had stumbled upon the Hazbin hotel, you were welcomed by Charlie with open arms, she was ecstatic, you were the first sinner to join them after the extermination.
Said, "Some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes"
Being away from Velvette was so...
Some mistakes get made
Freeing, it was as if you were spreading your wings for the first time in years, which you were! You'd been with Velvette for over a decade, not counting your life beforehand.
That's alright, that's okay
You loved Velvette, you truly did, but she didn't love you like you did her, she didn't act like it,
She thought you were on the weaker side.
You can think that you're in love
You had no interest in rising up the ranks, working instead on becoming a better person, with every exercise with the hotel residents you got more and more confident, changing your appearance along the way.
When you're really just in pain
After you more sinners came to the hotel, a few ready for redemption.
Some mistakes get made
You met someone, she had the most beautiful pink eyes that reminded you of pink lemonade, she was different then Velvette, you couldn't help but compare the two, Velvette was so... Cruel and she was so Soft, kind, she just killed a guy but that wasn't a deal breaker in your book.
That's alright, that's okay
It took time but the two of you grew close, you'd have lunch together, eventually that moved to sleepovers, movie nights, sweet words exchanged between the two of you.
You were apprehensive about entering a new relationship after Velvette, but it just felt right.
In the end it's better for me
Charlie was excited when you went to her for date ideas to take your newest sweetheart, she was so proud of you, you had come so far!
That's the moral of the story, babe
They say it's better to have loved and lost
Velvette searched for you, you due to plot armour and your changed appearance had managed to completely avoid Vox's cameras or Velvette's hunting you down, she regretted saying what she did, she wouldn't have said it if she knew you were listening!
Than never to have loved at all
You had decided to step out of the hotel with your dearest sweetheart, deciding to go out for a simple date, watch a movie and maybe shop around and grab a bite to eat
That could be a load of shit
Velvette had decided to go check out her competition's stores, going shopping at the same stores you did.
But I just need to tell you all
You didn't see her, and she almost didn't recognize you but she did.
Some mistakes get made
Her blood ran cold, or colder as she watched you dote on the lady next to you, arm wrapped around hers, holding her bags for her.
You had done that for her once upon a time.
That's alright, that's okay
She wanted to say something, like where have you been, I'm sorry, who the fuck is this, come home! Or something but she couldn't, she could only watch as you laughed at something she said, you used to laugh like that with her,
You SHOULD be laughing like that with her.
You can think that you're in love
Velvette's hand clenched into a fist, her fingers digging into her palm making indents.
When you're really just engaged
You should be with her, not whoever that wench was! The engagement ring she had accepted from you ages ago was still on her finger.
Where was yours?
Some mistakes get made
She watched as you walked away with her.
That's alright, that's okay
She finally moved, following in pursuit.
In the end it's better for me
You and your sweetheart were having a wonderful time, shopping around and the two of you were finally getting something to eat, you went to the cutest little café, and you walked back to the hotel holding hands.
That's the moral of this story
Some mistakes get made
Velvette knew where you were now.
That's alright, that's okay
You were so happy, Velvette hasn't crossed your mind in ages.
You can think that you're in love
She didn't know how to get you, she didn't want you to hate her.
When you're really just in pain
You squealed as you landed on your bed kicking your legs back and forth like a lovesick fool.
Some mistakes get made
You had to come back to her willingly, once you were done with this little fling, she would leave you heartbroken and Velvette would welcome you back with open arms, hugs and kisses.
That's alright, that's okay
You sighed happily, a dumb love filled grin on your face.
In the end it's better for me
You had come SO far from how you were before, you were proud of yourself, you had a healthy relationship with your lovely girlfriend, you had amazing friends, and you were on the road to redemption with them! You couldn't ask for more.
That's the moral of the story, babe
You will never go back to Velvette, you loved her once yes, you truly did, but that was in the past, and you deserved better, and you got better.
Good evening folks! Thank you for tuning in! It's late for me and I wrote this in one sitting, I'm gonna go knock out now, have a wonderful night folks!
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heyyy, can you do one where pedri gives flowers to the reader?
thank you if answered 🫶🏻
LOVE LANGUAGE - PEDRI
summary: pedri gives you roses
warnings: none, just fluff
a/n: school started again so I'm a bit busy but I'll try to publish more!
"Ay Pedri" Gavi yelled over to pedri who was just walking into the locker room to get changed.
"Yeah?" Pedri turned around abruptly as he looked at one of his bestfriends standing there, looking at him.
"You wanna get something to eat?" Gavi asked as Ferran also walked up to Gavi and wrapped his arms around his shoulders from behind.
"I'd be in too." Ferran said and Pedri opened the door and walked inside, Ferran and Gavi followed him just seconds later.
"I cant, I have to go home." Pedri answered while he took off his shirt.
"Oh right, he has to go home to his girlfriend." Ferran smiled a bit as he got undressed to go into the shower.
"You still haven't interduced us to her properly." Gavi noticed while also taking off his clothes and so did Pedri.
"We can go out and eat something tonight, I'll bring her too if you insist." Pedri rolled his eyes as a small grin made its wat to his face.
"Oh I do insist, I wanna know who made my hermano fall so hard for her." Gavi laughed while walking into the shower.
The three of them stayed a bit longer to play a bit more after practice.
The others had already left that also meant that they had to clean the shower, they didnt really had to but the team did it every single time to spare the cleaners some time.
After the three of them were done showering and got dressed they cleaned the shower, and then walked to the car.
"Can you give me a ride hermano?" Gavi asked as he put a hand on Pedris shoulder.
"Of course, of course." Pedri mumbled and laughed a bit, his friend still didnt have his drivers lisence.
That was the one thing that was known about Gavis and Pedris friendship, Pedri was the driver and Gavi was the passengers princess.
Gavi could easily order Taxis but that was one of the things he hated the most.
Not because he couldn't afford it but because he gave strangers his address, especially in Barcelona it was so annoying to him that he would sit in the back with his hood up begging that nobody would notice him through the window.
It was okay when it was Pedri because he was obviously used to it, but the taxi drivers were diffrent.
So Gavi stuck with Pedri as his driver.
Pedri didn't mind because when you didnt stuck with him, he was mostly bored while driving.
So now Gavi was sitting in your seat and scrolling on his phone. "How did you even meet her?" Gavi asked, interested in his bestfriends relationship he managed to hide from his teammates and the media for two months.
Pedri had told them a week ago that you two were officially together and they still wouldn't leave him alone, he wasn't mad about that, in the end he loved talking about you.
"She was my brothers friend." Pedri said and Gavi smiled a bit.
"Damn you broke the bro rule." Gavi laughed out loud.
Pedei just responded with a nod, he loved the way you two met, he still remembers every small detail of it and so did you.
3 months ago:
Tenerife was one of the most beautiful places on earth, you were convinced by that fact.
That proved itself as Fer and you were hanging out at your usual spot, Fer was sipping on a beer while you drank the Fanta in your hand.
"I never wanna leave this place." you whispered while looking at the beach in front of you, the water was calm.
"You might want to, Barcelona is even prettier." Fer said proudly, you knew exactly how he loved to brag about his Brother living in one of the most beautiful cities in spain, not only that but he also played at Barca.
You've never actually met Pedri before, everytime Pedri came home to visit his brother and his parents you left them alone. Knowing he didn't see them that often you wanted to give them some time together.
"I've never been to Barcelona before." You noticed. Fer chuckled a bit before sitting up straight.
"You could come with me, I'm going the day after tomorrow." Fer suggested and you made a face. "I know you've never met Pedri before but I'll interduce yoy and we're gonna go and watch the game." Fer explained.
You broke the eye contact and looked back at the water. "What if he won't like me?"
"He will like you, he has to like you because you are my bestfriend." Fer patted your shoulder as you nodded your head.
"Is he really that arrogant as other people say he is?" You asked ironically.
"Oh he definitely is." Fer laughed.
So soon it was time to go to Barcelona. You worked for Fers parents at their restaurant so Fer had convinced his parents to let you leave with him.
As soon as you were sitting on the plane you couldn't help but be anxious.
Pedri was very important to a lot of people, if he was like people described him, he was a complete shithole.
Three and a half hours later Fer and you arrived in Barcelona. Sooner than you knew you were infront of a very expensive looking white house.
"I'm so happy that you two will finally meet." Fer whispered to you before the door swung open and you came face to face with Pedri who wore a huge grin on his face.
"Pedri!" Fer went into a hug immediately. Pedri hugged him back and after Fer pulled away he looked at you again.
"Pedri this is my bestfriend Y/n, and I'm sure you know that this is Pedri." Fer at first turned to his brother and then to you.
As you met Pedris eyes for the first time, you expected everything but this.
He was smiling, the sun hit his face perfecy, his face looked perfect and you immediately got lost in his eyes.
"Nice to meet you," Pedri said shyly, he brought his hand closer to you, you shook his hand and looked up with a smile on your face.
You were almost surprised that you didn't hear confidence in his voice. "Nice to meet you too, I heard a lot about you."
"Good or bad things?" pedri smiled, that shy smile sent shivers down your spine.
"You wouldn't like the answer."
"Okay, well let's go inside." Fer said suddenly and then walked past Pedri, Pedri however needed two extra seconds to part his eyes from yours.
You and Fer went to watch his game the next day, it was a success l because Pedri scored.
After that game the three of you went out to party to Raphinhas house. But you were pretty bored because you didnt know anyone from there. So Pedri and you went into a McDonald's drive in.
That night, as you two were sitting in Pedris Mini, while eating the unhealthiest food on planet earth, Pedri looked into your eyes.
That was the moment he knew he had fallen in love with you, and he obviously knew that he was screwed.
The others met you as Fer's bestfriend, they looked at you as Fer's Bestfriend. But Pedri looked at you as the only girl that made him feel the things he felt at that moment.
He knew it was a bit early to say but he could already imagine having a family with you.
After it was time for you and Fer to go home Pedri begged you to stay, you didn't know at that moment why he wanted you to stay but you did.
Especially because Pedri convinced his parents to let you stay, and his brother too. He said that he wanted to show you the city. He paid for a way too expensive hotelroom for you and also paid for your flight back.
That gave the two of you 2 more weeks together.
One week before you had to go home you realized that you had feelings for him, you weren't sure if that was the case with Pedri too.
Pedri showed you every part of Barcelona, every part he could visit without getting recognized and possibly killed.
After an el clasico win at home Pedri stormed to you, you were waiting in the tunnel for him.
Pedri didn't know what was going through his mind, he just felt the adrenaline rush through his veins.
He received a lot of weird looks as he sprinted over to the tunnel. As you saw Pedri running toward you, you also didn't know what was happening.
Pedri was breathing heavily as he put his hand on your neck, caressing your jaw with his thumb. You looked at him shocked at the sudden movement. "Y/n, I know this is so so wrong, but I love you, I've loved you ever since that damn party.And- And I want you to stay here." Pedri was looking at you, his eyes sparkling while looking at you.
"I love you too." You breathed out with a smile on your face.
As soon as you said that a smile flashed up on his face immediately. In that moment he felt the adrenaline rush again and kissed you.
His soft lips on yours felt like heaven and his hands on your body felt even more like heaven.
Too bad that there were a lot of interviewers still on the field and in the background of live tv, you were seen kissing Pedri, well the other way around.
But that didn't matter as Fer flew back to Barcelona immediately.
He was fuming with anger as to why Pedri kissed his bestfriend. He liked that you amd Pedri were getting along but not this much.
In the end Pedri and you ended up together, Fer didn't agree to it at first but after about a month he accepted it.
Luckily he did.
"Thanks for the ride Pedri, see you tonight!" gavi yelled as he got out of the car and walked towards his door.
Pedri watched him walk off, he then drove off and went to the nearest store.
Meanwhile you were just waking up.
The sun was shining through the window, as the sun rays hit your exposed back you shivered.
The warmth coming from outside was really peaceful. You opened your eyes and immediately saw an empty space next to you in the bed. Pedri has already gone to training.
Somehow you managed to grab your phone from the nightstand and saw a message from your boyfriend.
"Good Morning Amor I didn't want to wake you up you were sleeping so peacefully. I'll be back as soon as i can. Te amo"
As your eyes ran across the words you smiled. Yesterday was your two months anniversary so it was a long day and also night.
You had fun, especially when you two went out to eat and then on a walk. Pedri bought you a really expensive ring and you bought him new cleats, not like he didnt had enough.
Of course Pedri got mad at you at first when he saw the expensive cleats standing in the garage but you managed to calm him down and at the end he was pretty happy about it.
You decided to stand up from the bed and be a bit productive. Walking over to his closet you chose one of his springfield shirts and pulled it over your head.
While walking down the stairs you tied your hair together into a ponytail and then went to make some breakfast for yourself.
You decided on some fried egg with bread. May seem boring but it was one of your favorite dishes.
So after you ate you put everything away again and went to watch tv. The time flew by quickly and then soon you heard the door unlock. You smiled as you stood up and waited for Pedri to get inside.
Seconds later you saw Pedri walk inside with a huge smile and a bouquet of red roses in his hand.
"Hey baby." he smiled while he looked at you. You walked over to him and pulled him into a hug straight away.
"Hello" You smiled as you put your head on his chest.
Pedri exhaled deeply as he kissed the top of your head. After you pulled away he handed you the roses he still held in his hand.
"I brought this for you." Pedri smiled widely and then you took the roses from his hand and kissed him passionately.
"Thank you so much, but what for?" You asked, looking at the red rose bouquet in your hand before looking back up at his eyes.
Pedri chuckled as he looked down at you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he walked next to you.
"Just to tell you that I love you." He told you and kissed your cheek.
Pedri had planned to bring you roses every day after you two started dating. Sadly that wasn't possible because he was often too tired to go to a store after practice.
He made sure to bring you roses afterwards he went home from every away game.
You were convinced that one of Pedri's love languages was giving you things.
But you didn't mind at all, in the end. You still loved him like he was the only thing on earth.
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just visiting
♡ pairing: alex karev x female! reader
♡ genre: angst to fluff
♡ warnings: small season 9 spoilers (plane crash) & family issues
♡ part two, part three, part four, special scenes
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going back to seattle will never be one of your plans. but, your mother had to pick seattle as one of the destinations for your so called family road trip.
to add more, you had to stay in town for a few days. it's not like you hate the city.
it's where you've met your soulmate. your person, alex.
but when you were on your last year residency, you had to leave. not only because of all the crisis that hit seattle grave mercy west that time, you were also offered a job at hopkins, your dream hospital. to start your fellowship.
fortunately, alex was also offered to start a fellowship there.
but, the plane crash happened.
he couldn't just leave the hospital. especially with what happened to arizona.
"you can't be for real y/n." he said following you onto your shared bedroom.
he proposed that morning and now, you're packing your stuff up.
"we said we'd stay!"
but, now you can't.
"is this about your family y/n? is that why you can't answer me? i swear if they're talking crap about me again i'll–"
"you want to know how they're treating me because of us?" stopping at by the doors.
"you know about this. alex i–"
"and yet you listen to them huh." scoffing at what you said.
"if you walk out of that door, we're done y/n."
after five years, you were back. you convinced yourself you were just visiting and checking the sights you never seen or had the chance to see when you were still living in the city.
you were on your hotel room when your four year old boy, lucas, who just came back from a walk with your parents suddenly threw up on the carpet.
"i don't feel good mama."
you called for an ambulance and of course it brought you to where you started your career as a doctor.
as your son was brought in the emergency room. one of your former colleague and a very close friend noticed you.
"y/n?"
"meredith!"
she walked towards you. "how are you? and you've got a kid!" she said hugging you.
"i'm fine, mer." you replied, hugging her back.
"are you staying long?"
"does alex—" she was interrupted when your son started to cry and vomit again.
you came back to his side and started to rub his back for comfort.
"no. he doesn't know i'm here." you replied shortly.
"just so you know he's the one on-call on peds today."
"and let's catch up after work." with that she hugged you again before going back to her patient.
while waiting for the doctor on-call to come down. you made the time to pray that it's arizona or another doctor will come down.
"where's the–" he stopped in the middle of the emergency room.
he certainly did not expect you to be somewhat in seattle. and of course, he did not expect for you to have a kid.
he saw the way you were talking to the child. promising something which made the kid smile. but shortly after, the kid reached for the basin and vomited again.
from that, he got out of his daze and walked towards the two of you.
"how are you feeling little champ?" he said standing on the bedside.
"i don't like it." he said turning himself towards you.
alex looked at you and asked you what happened. "he was fine before he went out with my parents. he said he ate something from the sea."
"from the sea huh." alex said examining your kid.
"i tried to ask which is it but he's really not in the mood to be specific." you said brushing his hair out of his face.
after alex looked at him more "he's already getting fluids and i already ordered some meds but i'd like to keep him overnight for observation."
you agreed. "y/n i–" he was interrupted when lucas started to call for you.
"i'll check up on him again later." he said before letting himself out of the emergency room.
after settling in and calling your parents. you had the chance to take a breather. walking in the halls with some of the staff recognizing you. you finally reached the cafeteria.
"can we talk?" alex's voice came from behind. you motioned for him to take the vacant seat in front of you.
"so...you've got a kid huh." he said starting the conversation.
"yeah. he's smart and funny..."
"i met him three years ago from a program we did back at boston. and instantly fell in love with him. can't believe that i'd be falling in love an infant though." both of you letting out a laugh.
"you know, i waited for you text or something." he spoke again.
"i waited over there too." you said smiling sadly at him.
"so you're the chief of peds surgery now huh." you said pointing at his coat. "yeah. robbins gave me the job, so she can do neonatal."
"are you staying?"
you stood up from the table before answering. "we're just visiting."
after that talk with alex, you went back to lucas' room. he's finally asleep after vomiting all afternoon.
"you can go back to the hotel and rest up." sitting at the end of the bed. "lucas' doctor, karev. isn't he that ex-boyfriend of yours?" your father asked as they were gathering their things.
"it's a good thing you listened to us cause you're doing way better than him, i mean have you seen him? hopkins is way better than this–"
"can we drop this conversation dad?" you said sighing as took as seat beside your child's bed.
"i'm just saying that you're doing way better than–" with your father not dropping the subject, it made you mad. all those years of torment of them hearing how great you are now just because you listened to them and left seattle.
"do you think i was fine after i left this hospital? i listened to everything the both of you said because i can't bear how you were treating me."
"the only good thing that happened to me over there is lucas! and don't think i didn't know what you said about me adopting him cause i–" you received a slap from your mother.
"how dare you speak to your father like that? we were only looking out for you and you adopting a kid you just saw at a program was–"
"out. i've heard enough." your mother protesting woke up lucas. "mama... where's grandma and grandpa going?"
"the-they're going home sweetie. we'll just visit them after we go home tomorrow okay?" rushing to his side so you could help him go back to sleep.
after your parents left, meredith was standing by the door. "are you okay? cause this is just my cup of tea y/n, i mean, mommy and daddy issues?"
laughing from what she said, you let her take a seat on the chair by bedside. "so you heard the whole thing."
"pretty much."
"well, hopkins was great. but you know, this place was my home, mer." sighing, and thinking that all of the things that happened today made you tired enough for days.
"i could hire you." she said nonchalantly. "are you serious?" you said in disbelief.
"you don't think i'm serious? i kinda own this place now."
"we could head down and sign the contract." looking at her, checking to see if she's really saying the truth.
"no. i–i can't." standing up and hushing your child as he started to turn again. "why? is it alex?"
"it's kinda stupid but yeah."
"what's stupid is the both of you are still in love with each other and you're not together."
"pretty sure he moved on mer. the minute i walked out on him. we were done." you said getting a cup of water and some apple slices which you presume was for your child.
"no. he still loves you."
"i left him after he proposed mer."
meredith stopped at what she was about, shocked at what she's hearing. "he proposed?"
"then i left him." you sternly added. "so that's why he always have this small box on his coat or pocket."
"what?"
"i think you weren't supposed to know that." she suddenly changed the topic about you and your program at hopkins and it turned to how you met your kid and how she loves her kids. just the both of you catching up.
the next day, meredith came back to check on the both of you for the third time. "are you sure you don't want to work back here, cause i told bailey and she's more than glad to have you back."
"mer–"
"we're moving here mama?" your kid said looking up from where he was playing with his toys.
"do you want to live here, sweetheart?" meredith asked him as she sat beside him.
"can we live near auntie mer?" lucas asked too excited. meredith looked at you with a smug grin on her face.
"bailey has an offer that tops hopkins." she said as she started to play with your kid again.
"fine. i'll talk to bailey, but i don't promise anything."
"i'll take it."
you didn't know how she convinced you to talk to bailey about your job here. but boy, meredith and bailey pulled out the big guns.
"look, i love the offer dr. bailey, but i just got here yesterday and–"
"we'll keep the position open for you dr. y/l/n, it would be really great to have you back with us." with that, you left the office wondering how you and lucas would be happier here.
to your surprise, alex was the one playing with your child.
"hey, where's aunt mer?" asking as you walked in. "she has a person to cure, mama." your kid said not looking up.
"you're mama's back now, champ. i'm going now." alex said as he ruffled lucas' hair. "don't go! i love playing with you!"
"baby i'm sure dr. alex has some patients to cure too." your kid started to have tears forming on his eyes, but he tried his best not to let one tear out.
"how about we, uhh--" you can't find a pretty good excuse for lucas to feel better.
"hey how about this. you and you're mom are going home in a few hours, right?" alex asked and he nodded. "you play with your mama first, and i'll come back after curing my patients?" lucas looked at you for a signal and you smiled at him which he took and nodded at alex. "you promise uncle alex?"
alex was quite taken aback by the way he called him. the whole time the both of you were around, he always called him by 'dr. alex'
"yeah. i'll be quick."
you mouthed thank you at alex and went to your kid's side, starting to play with him.
"ma?"
"yes?" the both of you are now eating your lunch, well you're doing most of the eating.
"auntie mer said uncle alex is special to you." almost choking at what he said, you tried to hide the coughing. "she told you that?"
sipping water trying to compose yourself. "h-he is, sweetheart."
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Unexpected Revelations and Intimate Confessions
(Ruin it pt. 3)
Pairing: Max Verstappen x journalist!reader
Warnings: mentions of sex.
Summary: You and max were always teasing each other and over the years it turned into a huge sexual tension, until the fights of all the years and the accumulated lust turned into one long night of great sex.
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We were in Mykonos in Greece for our vacations, arriving at the hotel we took our things and went to the reception to check in.
"Here are the keys for the two rooms." The woman hands them over.
"Excuse me, two rooms?"
"Well it's the one I have registered in Pierre Gasly's name."
"Damn I forgot to ask for another room, I was going to share with Charles and you were going to be alone but I forgot to ask for another when Max said he was coming."
"Are the two rooms with king size beds?" Charles asked.
"No, ours is with two single beds and hers is with the king size one."
"Well we're in a room so we can still share."
"So you two share a room." Pierre says. "Especially since it won't be the first time you share a bed then."
"What do you mean?" Charles asks.
"Pierre."
"So what's going on and why am I the only one who apparently doesn't know?"
"We had sex." Max says and I slap his arm.
"Max."
"What?"
"You weren't supposed to tell."
"And why not? Pierre apparently already knew."
"Never mind." I left Charles shocked in the back and went straight to the elevators.
Max followed me next to Pierre who was explaining to Charles what had just been revealed.
"Okay but wait, did it just happen out of nowhere?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like you have this huge sexual desire for each other we all knew but you just met and boom you were having sex?"
"Of course not, I went to Max's championship victory party and he drank and kept calling me drunk and Daniel had to go after me so I could take him away since he didn't want to go out with anyone else there, so he ended up going to my hotel room since the key to his was with Daniel and then boom we had sex." I explained and then walked into the room leaving the three idiots behind.
I put my suitcase in a corner and started to get my stuff to take a shower, I walked into the bathroom and heard the door to the room close. When the hot water hit me I could feel my body relax, it was all I needed after this long flight, the bathroom door opened and I felt a body behind me.
"What are you doing?" I asked with my eyes closed since I was under the water.
"I thought I'd save some water."
"We're not even the ones paying for this water, why should we save it?"
"You're right, we don't need to." He press me on the wall and started kissing me.
"Max..." he starts kissing my neck.
"Huh?"
"We shouldn't be doing this before we talk." I mumbled feeling their hands slide down my back.
"You just need to tell me to stop." He said in my ear. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No."
"That's what I thought."
I finished drying off and put on my pajamas and sat on the bed, as I was about to lie down I snorted loudly remembering that I had to dry my hair before bed.
"What happened? Are you okay?" Max asked coming out of the bathroom drying his hair with the towel.
"Yeah it's just that I forgot I had to dry my hair."
"I'll dry it for you.”
"You don’t have to."
"But I want to." He says and comes back from the bathroom with the dryer and I just stay silent.
Max starts running his hand through my hair as he dries it and I close my eyes at his touch, it was relaxing and I was already sleepy so it just made me sleepier.
"Tired?"
"Uhum." He laughed.
"I'm done, let's go to sleep." Max puts the dryer away in the bathroom and lies down on the bed pulling me to his chest. "I know I'm complicated and also our situation but I promise you I’ll make it right and that everything I said was true. And I'll prove to you that I meant what I said about my feelings for you."
"I believe you." I said softly. "But can we talk about it tomorrow? I'm very tired."
"Yes we can." He pulled me closer and I buried my face in his neck and then slept.
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Samantha Carpenter x Reader
Summary: You give Sam a bit of calmness amidst the storm.
Requested by anon
A/N: Sam deserves the world and I'd happily give it to her.
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Prime suspect Samantha Carpenter.
That was the headline displayed on the TV as the reporter blamed Sam for the recent Ghostface attacks.
Lies. They were all lies, and because of those bullshit rumors. It made your blood boil. You know it was the same feeling for the rest of your friends; the living room was quiet as the reporter's voice echoed through. There was an instant heaviness to the air.
Sam picked up the remote and pressed the 'mute' button, before hurrying off to her bedroom.
No one seemed to know quite what to do. The silence was deafening and you felt the eyes of everyone slowly settling on you.
As much as you two might try to keep it on the low, it was no secret anymore that you and Sam had become rather close these past months. Labels were a bit of a stretch, none of you quite ready for it yet. Still, whenever Sam walked back into the dorm she hoped to find you there; she always chose the chair next to yours on the table; and sometimes you'd catch her staring at you, but then again, she also always caught you staring back.
You felt your cheeks burning, maybe the secret was never a secret after all. "I got it," you mumbled under your breath before following the path Sam set.
The door to her room was left ajar, almost as if wanting you to come after her. You held onto your breath when you slowly pushed it open further.
Sam had her back to you, she was looking out her window at the night sky. The cold wind from outside caught onto the wet tracks down her cheeks.
You closed the door behind you and walked up to her. You knew she knew it was you; because she didn't turn around, she didn't talk, she didn't move a muscle. Not until one of your hands touched her waist, nimble fingers barely grazing the fabric of her shirt were enough to send a shiver up and down her body and get her shoulders tensing slightly.
Part of you lived only for these moments. You brought both hands around Sam's waist, hugging her closer and pressing her back to your chest; she was always so warm, each curve of her body fitting with yours as if you were part of the same constellation, bound to always be linked; you felt how Sam found your hand with hers, messily intertwining your fingers at the same time your lips met the skin on her shoulder. Just you and her.
No words were needed for a few moments. You were content to exist in each other's presence.
Eventually, Sam turned around in your embrace, her eyes were downcast; as if shame tugged at her heartstrings for things she didn't do.
You tried to find her eyes and brought a hand up to rest against her cheek. The pad of your thumb found a teardrop there, and one more soon followed the same path. You brushed them away with all the tenderness you knew she deserved.
"None of it is true," you breathed, "we all know it."
With the ghost of a movement, Sam leaned forward. The plea was barely there but you've been getting good at reading her. You met her halfway for a chaste kiss, your lips soft against her slightly chapped ones.
She pulled away with a gulp, her tongue running over her bottom lip to try and capture the feeling of you. "Still, it sucks being this hated."
You'd never heard her voice quite this broken, this vulnerable. Her dark eyes were shining with the cheap light of her bedroom, a little red-rimmed yet still the most gentle you've ever seen.
How anyone could ever see her as a bad person was beyond you.
Her hair was silky between your fingers when you pushed it behind her ear. "Lay down with me?"
There was an adorable furrow to Sam's eyebrows and you wanted to trap this moment like a spider in a glass.
"We'll figure out the details later." You promised.
It was all that was needed, maybe all she'd been wanting all along, because Sam melted in your hold; her body mostly laying on top of yours as you snuggled in her bed. Her arms came around your waist in a hold so strong that almost constricted your breathing. But you didn't comment on it.
Sam's cheek was resting just above your heart, and the steady beating was sure to lull her to sleep in no time.
Your fingers buried themselves between her hair as you'd occasionally press a kiss to her forehead.
It was the calmness amidst the storm and there were three words stuck in Sam's throat. Because there you were, tangled up in all her broken pieces, and all you wanted to do was stay.
⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ
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Boyfriend
Sweet Pea and Y/N have been seeing each other in secret for some time but as a new serpent enters the playing field, tempers flare but is it all what if seems?
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SP POV
"So when are you guys gonna stop pretending it's just sex and actually just sign the marriage licence, it's been like 7 months which is basically decades in the Serpents"
The water I gulped down nearly took deathly grip at Tonis comment.
"N-o no no" I managed to choke out between rapid taps to the back from Fangs.
"Toni please don't kill the man, I'm sure YN wouldn't like if you bumped off her play thing" Fangs quipped while watching the colour return back to my face.
"I'm not her play thing, if anything she's mine"
"And who exactly could you be talking about like that" of course she's going to join the conversation at the most inconvenient time. I wish the water had just finished me off.
"Y/N, we were just messing with him"
"Ah yes Toni because I love when my sex life is the topic of conversation amongst my friends, although I suppose you've nothing going on in your own lives" she dropped your tray next to me before sliding in across.
"And how is Cheryl?" you added, Toni sunk down on the seat with a groan.
"And Kevin?" sending Fangs sliding too, leaving me grinning into my soup. I caught her hand beneath the table as the other two tried to take back hold of their pride. We shouldn't have even been talking about this so openly in school, I'm really not trying to put a target on my back.
"If you do marry eachother I'll officiate"
"That's very nice Fangs but don't you need to be able to read to do that?" Fangs caught his chest in feign hurt at Y/Ns joking tone. We shouldn't be talking about this, they know I'd never be allowed to marry her, I can't even openly date her.
As if on que, Y/N dropped my hand quickly to place both in front of her tray, her eyes following the newest recruit to the Serpents. Jughead Jones. Now there's the only person her father would let her marry, another serpent legacy.
"Hey guys"
"Hey Jughead!" She responded very much too excited to him in my opinion.
"Y/N, I'm heading to Pop' wanna come? I know you really want to try it" how could he know what she wants? I'm what she wants. Right?
"Sure, see you later guys" y/n smiled and I could feel my other best friends shuffle awkwardly in their seats as y/n then strutted off with her future husband.
"SP-"
"Don't" I silenced Toni's saddening tone with a raised hand, I don't need their pitty.
~ 3rd Person
Over the next few weeks you spent more and more time around Jughead. Your father approved massively of this budding relationship, not going unnoticed by Sweet Pea or the rest of your friends. You and Jughead would go on jobs together, meet up before and after meetings together and just in general be together. It was becoming more and more difficult for Sweet Pea to be around and he began to retreat into himself.
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5 weeks later - 3rd Person
Sweet Pea sprawled out across the tattered sofa of his very own trailer. Trying to take his mind of you and Jughead, he flicked through tv channels, then the books in his reach before finally landing on reading his history book absentmindedly. His eyes eventually weighing more than the book and closing. Dreams of you in eggshell coloured dresses waltzing up a flower covered aisle to meet a groom with a blurry face but a very prominent crown beanie splashed across his mind. The image jolted him from his sleep, crashing him to the floor.
Sweet pea rubbed his face with the blanket thrown across him, trying to remove the image from his thoughts. The soft glow from his ajar bedroom door across the darkened living room caught his eye. His hands ran down the blanket that was not there when he drifted off. Your hushed voice eventually met his ears from the bedroom, his senses waking one by one. He misses you breaking into his trailer nightly, the last time having been a few weeks ago.
Sweet Peas Pov
Collecting myself from the floor I snuck over to the door where I could accidentally on purpose hear her speak more clearly on the phone.
"Yeah there's just no future there - yeah - I really like being around him but what's the point when I don't want to continue - yeah yeah - I don't want any more feelings to grow - mmm - I just have to be with him to get where I need to go - yeah you're right- talk later love you Sis - bye - bye - bye" oh god it's happening, the end, she's ending it with me. I don't care if she's using me, just as long as she's with me. Right?
I heard her jump up from mattress. Crap crap crap. I went to scramble back to the sofa, sliding along the laminate in the blanket she had wrapped on me, flying straight back onto the floor. Ugh god my head. As I blinked her shape standing over me came into focus, I gave a small nervous laugh.
"Sweets, are you having fun down there?" She laughed offering a hand and instantly regretting it as I pulled her down on top of me.
"Now I am" I rolled her into the blanket and deep into my chest, squeezing as if letting go would mean she's gone forever. The closest we'd been in awhile.
"Sweet - Pea - You're - Crushing - Me" she attempted through my chest and began go gently push from me. It's already happening. She rolled her head up and gently kissed my cheek and I released my grip.
"Why are you on the floor"
"Why are you in my house?"
"Touché" she smiled before sitting up to retrieve her buzzing phone from her pocket.
"Who's are you giggling at?" I hate myself for asking but seeing her smile at her phone the way she smiles at me gave me reason.
"It's just something Jughead said -" ugh god why why why "- and I don't giggle" she gently hit me into my chest as I rolled from her and then up off the floor. I crossed the room towards the fridge where I rooted around.
"He was telling me about the book he's writing over lunch today, he's really got something for making up elaborate plans, we actually decided to -"
"We?" I almost growled at her as I pulled a beer from the fridge and turned to her disapproving stares. I know she doesn't like when I drink on week days, we were brought up in bar culture and she hates bringing it home with her. I'm not even sure she'd call me home anymore.
"Sweet pea don't get like that over Jughead, you like him I thought" she moved towards me in the kitchen, the blanket drapped over her still. I leaned on the fridge across from her and watched her prop herself up onto the countertop, her phone now next to her.
"Y/N, he rocks up into our school, parades around, Mr. Prince of the Serpents, takes you from me all the time so we can never have any alone time together and then -"
"Ah so that's what this is about, you miss the sex" she seemed to toy but I definitely wasn't in the mood to joke.
"No! Well yeah but that's not all I miss, this is the most we've talked in over a month and it's still about him!"
"Sweet Pea don't get angry at me!" She slid from the blanket and the counter. Too late, I was very much very angry which was only increased when her phone lit up, with the one word I'd never heard her use before, boyfriend.
"What the fuck?!" I lunged for it, almost forgetting my height, giving y/n a bit of a fright, something I had never done. Seems to be a day of firsts for everyone. Boyfriend?! Boyfriend?! She tried to reach for the ringing phone, this time I didn't forget my height, answering the phone and hoping I didn't hear the person I knew was on the other head.
"Hey y/n/n, I'll meet you at the usual spo-" I cut Jones off before he could finish, hurling the phone at the cabinets. This time I gave y/n a very noticeable fright as the phone screen came seperate from the motherboard.
"Sweet Pea!! Calm down! You're acting like a raving lunatic, let me explain!" She shouted back, more firsts from her, she had never raised her voice at me before but I suppose I started it. No she did. Jones did. I'm gonna kill him.
"Explain what?! What's there to explain Y/N/N" I used the name he called her like the curse word it was to me.
"Me and you have been seeing each other for like almost 9 months and that has meant something to me, clearly not so much to you" okay Sweet Pea that was probably a bit harsh. I breathed out deeply, trying to release any amount of pressure from chest. She moved from the kitchen and into the bedroom, returning again and putting on her jacket. Damn.
"You have no idea the kind of pressure I'm under Sweet Pea" she almost bit at me as she zipped herself up.
"Yeah I'm sure there's a lot of pressure straddling Jones" I was shocked I said that, she was shocked I said that. I think I don't even believe what I said but then again, he's her boyfriend. Boyfriend?! She's never called me that, would never call me that. This thought pushed the regret for what I said from me and replaced it back with anger.
"Oh whatever Sweet Pea, talk to me when you recover from the concussion you clearly got from the fall" She flew open the trailer door and stormed out into the cold night. I slid down the fridge, her smashed up phone alongside me. Nice one Pea, you really messed up this time..... except she messed up too, she's dating Jones and didn't tell me. She's dating Jones and didn't tell me. She's dating Jones and didn't tell me. I could feel my neck rise again with anger as I stood and went to the front door. I need to pay the serpent prince a visit.
Part 2
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