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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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i had dream about this lol. reader is naive/innocent/virgin, they know about sex but not much about masturbation. reader tells joel that they’ve been having this problem at night (usually) where they get all hot and achey down there. joel’s like well i know a way you can fix that feeling!! hopefully this isn’t too outrageous, i just love perv!joel lololll

Aches

900 / Joel x virgin!Reader / joel master

✨ prequel: fires | sequel: thoughts

WARNINGS: I8+ mdni, big girthy age gap (20/50s) only one sleeping bag. fingering, grinding. mention of Joel being a girl dad.

You can't sleep. You scoot your lower body forward and away from Joel's crotch.

"You okay, sweetie?"

Not really, but you don't know how to talk to him about it. You’ve been sharing a sleeping bag with Joel ever since yours was lost in a scuffle. Joel's is big enough for both of you, but barely. You’re settled in against him with your head on his bicep trying to get to sleep, but he was poking into you again, and it makes you ache. The feeling between your legs is so distracting, so overwhelming you can't sleep.

It seizes you and won’t let you relax, but you don’t know what to do about it. You’re a grown woman, of course you’ve tingled before, felt the warmth between your legs, thought about sex, hoped to have it one day. But this aching, throbbing feeling worries you. It’s so beyond anything you’ve ever felt before. It's extreme and sometimes it hurts. You worry something has happened to you from sleeping so rough, not having the right products people used to have for their periods.

The feeling is at its worst when his dick gets hard and presses up against you. That makes you suspect it's sexual. But you never learned how to get yourself off, and it's too late now.

"Um, yeah," you whisper. "I'm okay."

You squirm uncomfortably and dig a hand between your legs just to stay there.

"What's wrong honey?"

You sigh. "I just feel funny, that's all. You can't help. It's girl stuff."

"Now, hold on. Gimme some credit. I was a girl dad remember? You havin' cramps?" He gently rubs your lower belly, making the throbbing between your legs even worse.

"No, not like that," you groan.

He lifts his head up and gets more serious. "What's goin' on, sweetie? Where's it hurt?"

Your face burns as you start to try to tell him. "In the front between my legs."

His breath hitches. "What's it feel like?"

"It just aches and tingles and feels like a lot of pressure."

He inhales deeply. "Anything else that goes with it?"

"I get wet," you say. "But I don't think it's like normal. This is really a lot, and I'm afraid something's wrong."

He's quiet for a moment. "Nothin's wrong with you, baby," he murmurs. "Imma try somethin', okay? Tell me if this makes it worse or better."

"Okay." You're desperate. Plus, you've been traveling with him for weeks and you're past the point of modesty.

He nestles in behind you and grinds his hard cock into your ass. "Worse or better?"

"Worse, worse."

"Okay, now we know what the problem is. It's just tension, baby. Built up pressure. Your body's reactin' to mine."

"Okay. . ."

"Just gotta relieve that pressure. It's okay, we all do it. I can give ya some space if ya want"

Your heart rate speeds up. He must assume you know how. "I don't do that," you whisper.

"Ya gotta. Not gonna go away on its own, sweetie."

"I never figured out how. maybe something's wrong with me"

"Nothin's wrong with ya sweetie." He's quiet for a moment then he strokes your abdomen reassuringly. His hand finds yours between your legs. "Want some help?" He asks.

"Um, alright."

You move your hand out of the way and Joel's replaces it, first feeling you over your underwear. He whistles silently when he feels how wet you are. Then he slides his hand into your waistband. "This okay?"

"Yeah."

He backs up and urges you to lie down flat on your back. His hand wedges between your thighs and you move them apart, making space. He watches you watch his hand. He bypasses your clit to wetten his fingers with your arousal. "This okay?" He asks and you nod.

His middle finger prods at your entrance "can I go in?" You nod again.

He scoots up and presses his hard cock into your hip as he swirls his finger, then inserts it to the first knuckle and your mouth falls open with the intrusion. "Real tight," he mutters.

"What's that mean?"

"Nothin', baby."

He proceeds to insert his whole finger, then adds another. He slides his fingers through your folds then finds your clit and begins to rub wet circles. "Tell me when it feels right," he says.

He tries a few angles, speeds, and techniques until one really hits the spot and you say "that."

"Good girl."

He rubs you just how you like. "Now if you wanna touch your nipple or somethin', sometimes that helps, too."

You slide a hand under your shirt and lightly caress your breast. You feel your lower belly heating up, you're getting more tense but also feeling so good with his hand between your legs. He grinds himself into you as he fingers you and watches your spine begin to arch.

"Come on, sweetie. Let it happen."

You whine from the pressure. "Joel, I - I don't know how"

"Sure ya do, baby just let go, let it happen," his voice is soothing and low.

You whine again and pinch your eyes shut.

"I know baby, you're almost there;"

A few more strokes and you see stars. You ride massive waves of pleasure and relief. It feels so good you cry.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby. I got you." He caresses your face. "You're okay, I got you, sweetie." He presses a kiss to your temple.

SEQUEL: Thoughts

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lnfours · 11 months

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SEQUEL TO HAUNTED W CONRAD! Where she finds out 👀👀

oh fuck. warnings: mentions of death, cancer and mental health

'haunted' | inbox

you hadn't seen conrad at all the rest of the summer. it wasn't like you wanted to necessarily see him, either. what was there left to say anyway?

you had gotten to say bye to jere, steven and belly, but ignored conrad with a cold shoulder. you knew you were wrong, but he had hurt you. you couldn't help it.

this summer, the fishers didn't come to their beach house. steven, belly and laurel weren't there. for once in your entire lifetime, the house sat empty, and it only made your heart hurt more.

the icing on the cake was that your mom had seen a for sale sign in the front yard on her early morning jog that morning. the fishers and the conklins were never coming back, and you didn't know why.

you were laying out by the pool your family had put in over the spring, your phone buzzing on the little table next to you. you picked it up, reading the name at the top of your phone screen.

jeremiah fisher

you swiped it over, pressing the phone to your ear, "hello?"

"hey, y/n," you could hear his polite smile and the sound of wind in the background, "are you in cousins?"

you licked your lips, sitting up, "yeah, why? are you guys finally on your way?"

"no, uhm," jere said, "conrad is missing."

"what do you mean 'missing'?"

you heard belly's voice suddenly on the other end, "look, we checked brown already and his roommate said he talked about going to the beach. cousin's is the only beach conrad would ever go to. i know it's a long short, have you seen him or heard from him?"

you let out a shaky breath, "no, but i can check around the town for you guys, how far away are you?"

"couple hours out, still," jeremiah said, "i'll text you when we're crossing the bridge into town."

you nodded, speaking up when you realized they couldn't see you, "okay, i'll text you with updates."

"thanks a lot, y/n." jere said

"you're the best!" you smiled as belly sighed out of relief. you hung up with your friends, tugging your shorts on and slipping into your flip flops. you left the shorts unbuttoned, letting them sit lowly on your hips and your bikini bottoms sticking out from the top.

you made your way over to the fisher house, spotting conrad's car. you swallowed thickly as you walked up to the front door. you knocked, pulling your fist back as you sighed.

there was no answer.

you made your way through the gate and to the backyard. you looked around, a towel laying down on the grass next to the pool, but no sign of conrad. you thought of the last place he would be, walking over to the side of the house and grabbing jeremiah's surfboard. you made your way down to the beach, tugging your shorts off before you made your way into the ocean. you paddled out on jere's surfboard. you let the waves rock you back and forth as you watched conrad surf, smiling to yourself as he pulled off one of the tricks you had shown him. he looked over at you when you clapped your hands.

"nice job, fisher!"

you swore you almost saw a smile on his face as he paddled over to you. you smiled as he floated on his board next to you.

"hey," he said.

"hi," you said back, his hair wavy from the salt water, "didn't think you guys were coming this summer."

he nodded, sniffling as he looked out at the ocean, "yeah, we're... not really supposed to be here."

you looked at him confused, "what do you mean?"

he sighed, "i've got a lot to catch you up on."

you smiled as you squinted out at the waves, "well, i've got nothing but time. hit me, sea creature."

he laughed softly, remembering the nickname you had called him one drunken summer afternoon when he had seaweed all over him from surfing.

"talk over something to eat? i'm starving." he said. you nodded, following him as you both paddled to shore. you threw on your shorts and carried both of your pairs of flip flops as he carried the boards back. he hung them back up on the side of the house, tossing you a towel from the deck. you thanked him as he wrapped one around himself as well, the two of you heading inside.

it was scarily bare in the normally full of life summer house. there wasn't any food in the fridge or the pantry, there wasn't any of the clutter from siblings leaving their things behind. there wasn't the sound of belly and steven arguing in the living room over the tv, and jeremiah wasn't playing music up in his bedroom.

it was eerie. none of it felt like the home you were used to it being.

"i'm gonna order a pizza," he said, "still like your usual?"

you smiled, "yeah,"

he nodded, pressing the phone to his ear as he ordered. you played with your fingers as you waited for him to hang up.

"so," you broke the silence, "what's up? what is that you have to tell me?"

he let out a sigh, looking down at the floor, "my mom's cancer came back last spring. she died a couple months ago."

your eyes watered as you watched him look back up at you with glossy eyes. he continued, "i found out before everyone else and i couldn't tell anyone. that's why i was so shitty to you last year, i didn't know how to deal with loss when she wasn't even gone yet. i'm so sorry. for hurting you."

you wiped the tears from your eyes, getting up from your seat at the island. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a hug. he happily accepted your hug, holding you tight against his body.

"i'm so sorry, connie," you said, "i wish i had known sooner."

he let out a soft chuckle, "i thought you hated me."

you shook your head, brushing his hair from his forehead after you pulled away, "i could never hate you, conrad."

it was silent for a minute, "there's uh... there's more."

you raised an eyebrow, "there's more?"

he nodded, "i also found out that my dad had an affair the same day i found out my mom's cancer came back."

you shook your head, "what a fucking ass."

he nodded, "i know."

you sighed, "anything else happen?"

he let out a chuckle, "found out yesterday the house was going up for sale. apparently, when my mom died, my aunt julia got the house because my mom's half went to her. she wants to sell it and this is the only piece i have left of my mom. the only place that feels like home without her."

you watched as a small tear slipped down his cheek. you frowned, wiping it with the pads of your thumbs.

"c'mere," you said softly, his front breaking down as he nuzzled into your shoulder. you rubbed his back, your other hand playing with the hairs on the back of his neck.

"i'm sorry," he mumbled.

"no, you don't have to apologize," you said, "it's okay. you were going through all of this alone. i just wish you would've told me so you didn't have to."

he held you tighter, "i tried, i just couldn't."

you pulled back, lifting his head by his chin for him to look at you. you smiled, wiping more tears from his cheeks, "well, i'm not going anywhere now, okay?"

he nodded, smiling softly into your palm and pressing a gentle kiss on the skin there.

"i love you." he mumbled against your soft skin.

he finally said it back.

"i love you, con."

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bluehoodiewoozi · 11 months

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Broken Pieces

Lee Jihoon x fem!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Words: 5,3k

Warnings: protective bff & bias wrecker Choi Seungcheol; adult language; dumb and dumber, featuring awkward interactions.

[Soulmate AU] Your friend broke your soulmate's heart, leaving you to pick up the pieces of both his and your own heart.

(A spin-off / sequel to my soulmate!Kwon Soonyoung fic: "Right? Right.")

Your soulmate mark was a cat – just as your grandmother had predicted. Perhaps she knew what was good for you, perhaps she just knew you – either way she had been correct.

It was a doodle of a small fluffy cat who always seemed to be either busy or sleeping. Just like the marks of your friends, the cat went about its day on your wrist like an alive tattoo. Sometimes it slept, sometimes it read a book, sometimes it played piano – you wondered if your soulmate did the same.

The mark appeared on your sixteenth birthday and while you hoped you’d find your soulmate soon, it would be years until you saw him for the first time.

Your second year at university. That is when you met Lee Jihoon – handsome, soft-spoken, full of smiles and hope. He had chosen the same minor subject as you.

At first you thought he was just another guy you’d have a crush on – just a hopeless short-term fantasy until you’d find the perfect person. But you were proven wrong four weeks into knowing him.

“Woah, careful there,” he spoke as he gently pushed you back upright after you had stumbled in the café. Queues are dangerous, you knew that already, but suddenly they were also a blessing.

The moment his fingers touched your skin, a jolt of electricity ran through you. He seemed to pay it no mind, only offering you a friendly smile before turning back to his girlfriend.

When you looked at your mark, the cat was clawing as if to break out of your skin and run to him. When you glanced at his wrist, a similar doodle – a spotted cat – was just as excited to meet your mark.

That was when you knew – Lee Jihoon was your soulmate.

But the smile he offered to her told you that you stood no chance. Even if the fates had meant for you to meet and fall in love, your heart seemed to be meant to break.

You cried yourself to sleep that night – whether from heartbreak or from the joy of finally finding him, you weren’t sure.

Months passed of just watching him. You didn’t dare to make conversation, didn’t dare to even look at him for long. Your heart ached for him.

It was unfair to break his heart for stupid revenge. It was unfair to do his heart any harm at all. He deserved better.

Jihoon’s heart that held so much love once, and now you wondered if he would ever be able to feel love again at all – you didn’t think you would. Even just watching his heart break from the sidelines had been too painful.

“Have you considered talking to him for a change?” Seungcheol suggested when he caught you staring at Jihoon at lunch. You failed to feel any amusement at his words even as he laughed at you.

Instead, you offered him a mild glare. “You think he’d want to talk to anybody after what he went through?”

“I mean,” Seungcheol thought for a moment before grimacing, “yeah, you have a point there.”

“I always have a point, Cheol,” you told him proudly and continued eating your food. “Besides, he probably wouldn’t talk to one of her friends anyway.”

Her. Han Eunmi. The girl who claimed to be his soulmate and broke his heart into a thousand pieces before you could tell him the truth and save him.

She had been your first friend at university. Her bright eyes and sweet smile were always the first to greet you in lectures. She always saved you a seat, even to this day. But something in her changed when she met her soulmate – you could barely recognise her anymore. Your best friend was your best friend no more.

“You should just grow some balls and tell him,” Seungcheol told you once again. He was all too familiar with the distant vengeful glint in your eyes.

You wanted to kick him. “Says the one that still keeps covering his mark because of his commitment issues?”

Glancing down at the near-comical amount of chain bracelets and the raccoon doodle sniffing around under them on his wrist, he pouted at your words. “I just don’t love the thought of soulmates.”

“No,” you laughed, “you just don’t like the thought of possibly getting your heart broken.”

“Then what’s your excuse?”

Back when you first met him, you had felt so hopeful, so excited for your future. Watching him from afar was one thing, standing side-to-side with him in the café line was different. You could practically feel the fluffy cat on your wrist tugging you closer to him, scratching and jumping every time you moved your arm.

But then she had uttered those words and your world collapsed inwards: “This is my boyfriend.” Even now you feel a little nauseous thinking about the moment: the self-satisfied smile on her face, the love-sick smile on his, his arm around her waist. You couldn’t even replay the memory in your head without wanting to cry.

You glanced towards Jihoon.

“He already got his heart broken,” you mumbled to Seungcheol dejectedly. “I don’t want to add to his problems.”

“I feel like finding his real soulmate would be the opposite of a problem for that poor guy,” Seungcheol said – no, stated. He was certain of his words.

You wished they were true. With a sigh, you whispered, “Just leave it, Cheol. There’s no point anymore. If I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t even believe in soulmates anymore.”

It was obvious by the look in his eyes that Seungcheol wanted to argue. But he knew you well enough to not push it anymore.

“For this project, I need you guys to pair up,” professor Byun started, sounding about as tired as you felt in this 8 am class. Maybe he, too, craved an early coffee that he’d failed to acquire in his hurry to get to class on time. The thought made him a little more tolerable in your eyes.

“Do you guys want to pair up on your own or should I just do it myself?” he asked the class, but his eyes were practically begging you to choose the first option. Unluckily for your introvert self, the class immediately called out to pair up among themselves. He breathed out in relief just as you sighed in defeat.

“Alright, I’ll give you guys…” He glanced at his watch and nodded. “Ten minutes to pick a partner and a movie from this list. Remember to write your names next to the movie title in the shared document on so that others know it’s taken. I’ll go and get some coffee in the meantime.”

As you looked around the lecture room, you found yourself making a wish for the floor to swallow you whole.

No one in your limited friend group had picked this film studies class – most of them citing the 8 am time slot as the reason –, so who were you supposed to partner up with? A stranger who more than likely wouldn’t do any of the work or – even better and your personal favourite – would drop out of the course in the coming week and leave you without as much as a note.

“Hey,” you then heard his voice and you didn’t know whether you felt nauseous from fear or excitement. You turned your head to find Jihoon standing right there, hand on the chair next to you, a tired look on his face – the same look he’d been wearing since Eunmi crushed his heart in her hands with a giggle. He took a deep hesitant breath. “Do you want to– You don’t have to but I don’t know anyone else in this class… So, maybe, you and I–”

Though a little breathless that he was even talking to you, you straightened in your seat and nodded. “Sure, we can partner up.”

A polite smile appeared on his lips before he pulled out a chair and sat next to you. He glanced at the film list projected onto the room’s screen. “So… Do you have a particular film you want to pick for this?”

You shook your head. “I was hoping you did.”

He grimaced and chuckled. “Well, at least we’re on the same page about that.”

As if we’re soulmates or something. You almost uttered those words. You were glad you caught them before they slipped out.

“Let’s–”

“Should we–”

“Oh.” He laughed. “You go first.”

“No, you.”

“No, you–” He sighed before suggesting, “First free film on the list?”

You nodded immediately. That had been your thought as well, after all.

“So, what film is it?” he wondered, leaning over to read your laptop screen. Your rational brain wanted to shove him away; your emotional brain wanted to pull him even closer. It was hard to get anything done in that condition.

You pulled yourself together, ignoring the sweet scent of his cologne and the almost-there tickle of his hair against yours, and scrolled through the shared document. “Let’s see… The Pianist, 2002.”

Jihoon’s brows rose in surprise. “I do love pianos.”

“I doubt it has a lot to do with pianos,” you mumbled, but didn’t need any further confirmation to put your names down next to the title. Both of your names. Next to each other. Your heart stuttered at the sight.

“It has to have at least a little bit to do with pianos,” he insisted with furrowed brows. You laughed, earning a disbelieving wide-eyed look from him. “No? You’re doubting it?”

“Maybe.”

He shook his head in mock disappointment before relaxing in his chair again. “So, when do you want to work on this project? I’m free to meet on Mondays.”

It was your turn to look at him with wide eyes, lips parting in surprise. “You… want to meet? In person?”

He blinked. “Yes? Like normal people? Is there something wrong with that?”

“No, no, it’s just that–” You took a deep breath under his watchful eyes. “I figured that after what happened with Eunmi, you’d–”

“Dig myself a cave to die in? Stop socialising completely?” He sighed and looked away. “Look: as long as you don’t bring her around to our meetings, we’ll be fine. I just– I don’t even want to be in the same building as her.” His gaze was sharp when he looked at you again. “And I’m only tolerating you because of this class.”

Were words supposed to hurt like that?

“So, Monday, in the library?” he spoke again as if he hadn’t just thrown a metaphorical dagger into your heart.

You nodded. “I’ll see you Monday.”

He didn’t speak another word to you in that entire class.

Seungcheol was quick to notice your mood being more dejected than usual at lunch. Affectionate by nature, his fingers reached across the picnic table to find yours and give them a little squeeze.

The gesture only made you want to cry more: why couldn’t he be your soulmate instead?

“Did something happen in class?” he asked, eyeing you cautiously. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s nothing.” A complete lie and even he knew it.

He called out your name in a warning tone – like a father getting ready to reprimand his rebellious child. “What happened and what can we do to fix it?”

“I don’t think there’s any way to fix anything,” you mumbled and lifted your fork to your lips to take a bite of your lunch. There was no joy in the taste of your favourite meal on this day.

Seungcheol frowned. “Is this about Jihoon again? What happened this time?”

“He wanted to pair up for a project,” you told him and his expression morphed into a bright smile – one that screamed “See! I told you he’d see the light!” – but his face promptly dropped into a scowl when you added on, “and then he told me that he only tolerated me because of our film studies class.”

“He said that?” he spoke lowly.

“His exact words.” It wasn’t even like he actually intentionally broke your heart. It must have been the stupid soulmate bond acting up and making you more emotional about this than necessary. “I don’t know why I’m so sad about this.”

“He’s cruel. That’s why.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true though. He’s cruel and he’s dumb and he doesn’t deserve you.” He nodded his head in confirmation when you looked up at him again.

You scoffed out a laugh. “Why do you think he’s dumb anyway? He does well in our classes.”

“He may be academically gifted but he had his soulmate under his goddamn nose this whole time and he didn’t even realise,” he practically whined. “If that’s not dumb, I’m the king of Korea.”

You contemplated for a moment. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should just give up this fantasy of mine and find someone who actually likes me.”

“You– I–” His frown deepened almost comically. “That is not what I meant at all.”

“You just said–”

“Stop listening to what I say!”

You rolled your eyes. “Thank god you’re not my soulmate.”

“Okay, I’m not that bad.”

“You’re awful.”

“And yet you stick around.”

Your gaze drifted to where Jihoon was seated under a maple tree with his friends. “Maybe I just have bad taste.”

[I’ll be waiting at 3 in the library. Room A232. – Jihoon]

Seungcheol mumbled something under his breath as he accompanied you to the library. Before you could ask him about it, he turned to you. “Can’t you just tell him you’re his soulmate? What’s the worst that could happen?”

You stared at him. He quickly realised the error of his words.

“I just mean that maybe he’d like to know. Maybe he’d act a little warmer towards you if he did.”

“I don’t know what you’re expecting him to treat me like,” you said. “He knows me as Eunmi’s friend. As someone complicit in the worst lie of his life. He’s treating me very nice all things considered.”

“Well, he still should know,” he decided. “If you don’t tell him, I will.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever you say, big guy. I’ll see you in the journalism section in a few hours?”

He sighed. “As always. Wake me up when you’re ready to go.”

And just like that, he picked a direction and headed that way – to his lonely little napping spot between shelves of journalism guidebooks. It was a good thing he got along so well with the librarians.

Though you weren’t a stranger to this library, you still felt a little out of place this time. Maybe it was the nerves of meeting Jihoon again. You hadn’t seen him even once outside of the one film studies class you both took.

Or perhaps you were just anxious about the fact that you had failed to watch the film due to reasons out of your control. Lee Jihoon was notorious for having a short fuse with his peers. You weren’t sure you could handle falling even further down his list.

The plaque on the door read A232. You double-checked it. Triple. Four times. Five–

Jihoon startled you by opening the door. “Are you going to come in or do you expect a formal invitation?”

“I… was just checking,” you mumbled and brushed past him into the little study room. You placed your things down opposite of the seat he had occupied. This was it – the end of your life. You hadn’t even said goodbye to Seungcheol. You sighed, closed your eyes in anticipation of the scolding that would follow, and confessed, “I didn’t watch the film. I’m sorry.”

You were ready for an onslaught of sharp words, the scolding of a lifetime, maybe even some screaming and him telling you that you were just as bad as Eunmi.

But it never came.

He sat down and hummed. “Yeah, I didn’t have time to watch it either.”

Dumbfounded, you opened your eyes to stare at him. He felt your gaze on him and looked up from his screen with an awkward tight-lipped smile. “What?”

“I thought you’d yell at me,” you spoke faster than your filter could catch.

He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “I thought you were going to yell at me.”

“What now?” you thought out loud. You hadn’t prepared for this scenario, not even close.

Jihoon made faces – scrunching up his face and frowning between silly smiles and pursed lips – as he considered the options. “We could… watch it now?”

“Like, now?”

He nodded slowly. “I don’t have any plans for the next couple of hours. Do you?” You shook your head, too speechless to actually respond. “Then let’s watch it. I have a speaker somewhere in my bag– Hold on. I’ll get it.”

Your brain was severely lagging behind. You hadn’t even realised the implications of his words. Your jaw dropped. “You mean–? You want to watch it together? Here?”

“I mean,” he paused and looked at you, “I wouldn’t mind picking a different place. We could go to the courtyard. Or a café. Well, probably not a café but–”

“There’s a lounge room on the third floor,” you blurted out. “There are sofas and a vending machine.”

Jihoon brightened up at your words. “That sounds perfect. Let’s go?”

“Sure,” you breathed out, unable to believe this was happening at all.

It took barely 5 minutes for the two of you to get to the lounge room. Jihoon was quick to occupy a three-person sofa in the corner of the room, right between the vending machine and the ceiling high window. With a victorious smile, he patted the spot next to him.

You must have been too slow for his liking because tilted his head to the side, eyes still on you. “Did you want this spot instead? I’m okay with either. Just say the word.”

You said nothing and took the spot he had previously offered. The less you spoke, the less likely you were to piss him off – it was only logical.

As you sat there and waited for him to set up his laptop and speaker, you glanced at your wrist. The fluffy cat on your skin was endlessly, tirelessly running towards him, looking back at you as if to convince you to reach for Jihoon.

You looked to his wrist instead, wondering, perhaps hoping that you’d find a similar doodle trying to get to you. Even if it just glanced, just to confirm. But his soulmate mark was hidden, covered with a black wrist support.

He glanced back at you before lifting said wrist. “Are you looking at this?”

Cursing yourself for getting caught staring, you nodded and tried to act like your ears and cheeks weren’t burning.

He shrugged. “My wrist hurts sometimes. Nothing to worry about.”

Deflecting. You knew him well enough to know that even if he was telling the truth, it was only half of one. He was lying to save his pride.

“My roommate has the same one,” you said, deciding to go along with his narrative. “She says it doesn’t help a lot though.”

“It’s the cheapest one I could find,” he replied with a shrug before turning back to his laptop, searching for the film. “Do you live at the dorms?”

“Yep.” But he knew this already. He used to visit Eunmi there, right across the hall from you. You cleared your throat and willed the thought to go away. “That’s why I didn’t manage to watch the film. I was going to watch it over the weekend, but the dormitory wi-fi was the slowest it has ever been.”

He scoffed on your behalf. “That sounds awful. What did you do in the meantime then?”

“My roommate had to bring out the board games. So, Monopoly.”

He laughed and sat back on the sofa, leaning closer to you to hear more. “That almost sounds even worse. Any friendships ruined that night?”

“No, no, you don’t understand,” you laughed along, almost forgetting you were nervous to be around him in the first place, “we played Monopoly for two days straight. The same game. It just didn’t end. My roommate and her boyfriend are no longer on speaking terms.”

“Monopoly truly does ruin relationships.” He laughed harder, almost leaning against you entirely in the fit of giggles. “Did you win? Who won?”

“I came in third place.”

“Out of three?”

You nodded shamefully as he laughed even harder, this time fully resting his head on your shoulder. He quickly leaned away though, much to your disappointment, but his giggles never ceased. It was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.

Despite the shared laughter at your study sessions and sitting together in class, Jihoon never acknowledged you outside of the lecture room. He barely even glanced your way when you passed him in the hallways; he definitely never returned any waves or even nods. You weren’t sure whether to laugh or cry.

Seungcheol was left to gather the pieces of your confidence. Though he was vehement that there was no soulmate for him and he’d be happy being single his entire life, he refused to let you suffer the same fate.

It was already getting painful to watch you mimic his habit: hiding the fluffy cat under a variety of bracelets and wristbands, covering it with long sleeves whenever the weather allowed. Your hope had turned into anxiety in front of his very eyes and he’d be damned if he let you continue down this path.

“If you don’t tell him, I will.” – he was going to stand by these words. Even when you practically begged him not to.

“He won’t like it,” you’d told him.

“He’d be upset with the both of us,” you’d scolded him when he presented the idea again two weeks later.

“Why would he even believe you?” you’d scoffed.

He decided he’d make Jihoon believe him. So, after sending you off to class, he located your soulmate in the same lounge room you’d introduced to him. He was even resting on the same sofa.

Seungcheol stood in front of him and cleared his throat.

Jihoon straightened up immediately at that, pulling his laptop screen down. “Can I help you with something?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“About…?” Jihoon scoffed when Seungcheol offered him no further context. “Listen, if this is about something (Y/n) said or did–”

“She never told you, did she?” he asked. “You still don’t know.”

His counterpart blinked. “Know what? What is this? Do you have no one else to play mind games with?”

“Jihoon,” he sighed, “she’s your soulmate.”

His words were met with a frown. “What nonsense are you speaking now? No, first you barge in here, and now you’re making up stories– Does she know you’re here?”

“She knows I made a promise. For her.” Seungcheol closed his eyes and spoke as calmly as he could, “She’s your soulmate. She’s the little spotted cat on your wrist. You’ve been breaking her heart this entire time and I’m sick of it.”

Jihoon’s frown deepened. His hand clenched into a fist in his lap as he spoke, “If she’s– Why didn’t she say anything?”

“That you’ll have to ask her yourself. I just came here to balance the scales – it seemed unfair that she suffer with the knowledge but you break her heart with every word.” Seungcheol sighed and opened his eyes again, gaze hardening. “What you do with this knowledge is up to you. But if you break her heart any further, I will break you.”

You were blissfully unaware of your best friend’s actions. In fact, you hadn’t seen him since lunch. You had been preoccupied with making the slides of your film studies presentation more, –well–, presentable.

The courtyard was a perfect spot for drawing inspiration for slide designs: the fresh air did wonders to your brain and the constant distant chatter of your fellow students served as white noise. You were on a roll.

Who knows, you thought to yourself, maybe Jihoon will even grace you with his proud smile when you show him the presentation.

Suddenly, a strange feeling filled you. You habitually glanced down at your wrist – the cat was standing on his hind legs, as if trying to peek over a fence to see what was in front of you. Like he was expecting his owner back from a long trip.

“So it really is you,” you then heard his voice.

Your head snapped up to look at Jihoon standing right in front of you, his eyes trained on his own wrist – miraculously uncovered this time, the usual black band crumpled in his other hand.

Your voice and words betrayed you, they left you fighting in the battle field all alone. You gulped. Instead of acknowledging his words, as if doing so would make the situation disappear, you turned your laptop his way. Your voice wavered as you told him, “I made some changes to the slides. Thought it would look better if we made them prettier. What do you think?”

But Jihoon kept staring at his wrist as if you weren’t even there. How could he not stare at the spotted cat he’d spent all these years mindlessly glancing at, following, and talking to in the moonlight? The cat who had once stood for a broken dream now stood for a new hope.

Finally, he tore his eyes from the cat – the mark of you – and looked at you instead. There was something so incredibly sorrowful about the look in his eyes, you could barely fight the urge to cry. He didn’t bother to do the same.

A tear slipped down his cheek as he shakily breathed out. “You could’ve told me, (Y/n). Why wouldn’t you– Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid,” you confessed, avoiding his eyes. “I didn’t think you’d want to know. Not after what she did to you.”

He scoffed. “You watched her lie and break my heart and it never occurred to you to just… tell me? To just say you were the one? That I was looking the wrong way?”

You wanted the ground to take you away. It would’ve hurt less than this confrontation. All of these eyes curiously watching from a distance, the whole campus witnessing him breaking your heart – it was too much. Even if he was right to be mad.

“Jihoon…”

“What were you so afraid of?” he wondered, frown deepening and voice raising by the word. “That I would reject you in favour of her? That she would stop being your friend because you foiled her plans? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but she’s clearly not a good friend so why are you still siding with her?!”

“I’m not!”

“It sure seems that way!”

You glared at him. “I stopped talking to Eunmi the minute she told me what she had done!”

Jihoon expression softened at your words. So did yours. You sniffled. “I had already let her go too far because she was the only friend I had when I first came here. She was the only friend I had known. I didn’t want to lose both my best friend and my soulmate. I thought–” You took a deep breath and avoided his eyes. “I thought if I couldn’t have my soulmate, I’d at least have a loyal friend who wouldn’t let me feel lonely. I was mistaken.”

Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed. His arm dropped, his eyes following as if to make sure the spotted cat remained.

“You should’ve told me,” he whispered once again before stepping closer, crouching to your level. He sighed once more. Then you felt warm fingers around your wrist. “Had you told me–”

“Just reject me and be done with it,” you begged. “Don’t make this even worse. I deserve my heart shattered, but at least make it quick.”

He frowned. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“Then finish quicker. I still have a presentation to–”

“Had you told me,” he started again, more assertively this time, his hand holding yours tightly as if to anchor you to him, “I would’ve rejected her and run to you back then already. I would’ve believed you without any hesitation. But seeing as that didn’t happen,” he sighed and you braced yourself for a proper heartbreak, “I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

Your heart stopped beating. At least it felt like it did. Your eyes widened while searching his. Instead of a scowl or a frown or a glare, you found yourself on the receiving end of a fond smile.

Your jaw dropped. “Are you serious?!”

“As serious as Seungcheol is about breaking me if I break your heart,” he promised with a soft laugh. His fingers still never left your hand, only sliding down to lock with yours.

You groaned and closed your eyes in despair. “...He’s the one that told you.”

“I’m glad he did,” he laughed, “because I don’t think you would’ve told me for a while, and I certainly wouldn’t have figured it out anytime soon.”

“We’re both dumb, aren’t we?” you mumbled, finally opening your eyes again once the embarrassment faded.

“Complete idiots, the both of us.”

“Soulmates,” you joked.

“Soulmates,” he confirmed with a laugh.

You still wondered though. “Why aren’t you more mad at me?”

He shrugged and sat down next to you, shoulder to shoulder, on purpose this time. “I thought I was at first. But I don’t think you’re at fault for what Eunmi did to me. You were just trying your to be a good friend.” Seeing your sheepish smile, he nudged you playfully before whispering, “Plus, I’m not entirely sure I could take Seungcheol in a fight.”

You laughed. “I guess that’s one perk of being his friend.”

Jihoon smiled. “He seems like a great friend. I like him better than I liked Eunmi.”

“I do too.”

“What do you say we give this a proper try?” he suggested, holding out his hand for you to take, the doodle-like cat on his wrist full on display.

You smiled. When you lifted your hand to meet his, the fluffy cat rushed to meet his spotted one where your skin touched. Their noses pressed together happily, the cats nuzzling into each other’s necks after finally meeting each other after all this time of being so close but never close enough.

“I’d like that,” you told him and he breathed out in relief.

With the awkward distance out of the way, sitting beside him didn’t feel as nerve-wracking as it once had. It felt natural to be in his presence now. You wondered if you’d be drawn to him soon, just as your soulmate marks were drawn to each other.

“How did you find me here anyway?” you asked him after a moment of silence.

He shrugged. “I followed the cat. Figured that if Seungcheol was right, the mark would lead me right to you.” He gestured around. “It did.”

“Huh.” You pursed your lips in thought before giggling. “I guess I should’ve tried that when I was looking for you earlier.”

“Earlier? Today?” he wondered.

You remembered your laptop all of a sudden, pulling it closer to the two of you. “I made some changes to our presentation. I wanted to show you and then we could maybe work on it a little. Hold on.”

“Right now?” He seemed amused at the idea when you nodded. “Sure, we could do that. Or, – hear me out –, we could go on a little date to make up for lost time.”

But as tempting as that sounded…

“The presentation is due tomorrow morning, Jihoon.”

He grimaced. “Brunch date tomorrow then?”

“... I could fit that into my schedule.”

Note: I only wrote this so I'd have an excuse to later write cute university boyfriend / soulmate Jihoon fics as sequels lol

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low life ✴︎ mv1

genre: 18+, pwp, this is just. nasty Smut guys, max and reader do not like each other, fem!reader who’s a sky sports reporter (not always mentioned, but the foundation of her relationship w/ max)

word count: 3k

You really don’t like Max Verstappen. What you’re doing in his hotel room is a separate issue.

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because… penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool cover your tool!), dirty talk (degradation), guys… like max is mean (is that so ooc /j), crying, rough rough sex, descriptions of size lol

auds here... the very much asked for repost of the hate sex fic... sequel to come... perhaps... hoping ur **** banks are filled as u have repeatedly told me they would be if i reposted ahjsjdhhs

Your back hits the wall with a dull thud when he slams you against it, hands firm against your waist to keep you close to him.

You wince, a brief fuck you escaping your lips breathlessly before you tug him in by the collar of his shirt, pressing your mouths together. He pulls away to mumble it back, quiet and slurred—fuck you, too.

It’s not sweet or gentle; but then again, nothing about you two ever is. Your fated juxtaposition as reporter and driver have always led you both to the same place of teasing and annoying each other with taunts and remarks that rile the both of you up. There’s always someone around, though, to make sure nothing escalates: Charles, Horner, sometimes Ted, your boss.

None of them are here, and that’s precisely what allows for you both to be doing this. The kiss is so intense you’re positive it bruises, and Max’s grip on you only tightens, breaths mingling, becoming shorter as the moments pass. His fingers flex and loosen around your waist, and your hands tangle behind his neck, so you’re keeping him flush against you when you bite his lip hard.

He detaches the both of you from the wall—you’re not even sure if he locked the door—and throws you onto the bed. He does so with barely any effort and the realization sends a rush of arousal through you, makes you grow wetter under the skirt you wore today.

Max hovers above you, one knee on the bed but standing. He chews his lip and tastes a faint hint of blood. “I hate you,” you spit. You sit up a little, tugging on the hem of his shirt, your fingers dangerously close to where he needs them most.

He tugs his shirt off from the back and still your hands don’t stop lingering, fingers coiling into his belt loops. “You hate me?” He tests, and his voice is low and annoyed, the way it always is with you. You two have always been like this, cat and mouse, and neither of you ever gives in first.

You untangle your hands from his belt loops and start unfastening his belt, your gaze lidded as you watch his composure dissolve fast. “Yeah,” you continue, your voice skittish and mocking. “You’re a fucking dickhead.” You pull his belt off and travel back to the bulge in his jeans, squeezing to watch him jerk with the sensation of it.

“Right, call me a dickhead,” he says, his hand coming to ghost over yours, guiding you along his hard-on. “And keep acting like you haven’t soaked through your panties.”

You blink and find yourself quiet, without a concrete rebuttal, mind cloudy from thinking of what you’re touching. You hear him laugh from the depths of where your mind has totally disassociated, focused only on his cock, his voice, his teasing. You glare at him, watch his tongue poke into his cheek as he cocks his head to the side, like he’s asking—this is it? I win?

Rolling your eyes, your grip on his bulge grows antsy, and you buck your hips up into the air. He removes his hand, and it lands on you, tugging at the hem of your skirt. He takes time to stare at your legs in them, the short material providing a wonderful image to him. “You’re such a dick,” you muster, trying desperately to ignore how close his hand is to the apex of your thighs.

He’s hard against your fingers, thick and heavy, and you can’t help but wish you could pull it out, press it against your lips, make him cum all by yourself.

Roughly, as always, he hooks his fingers into the elastic of your skirt and yanks it off. You absently hear fabric ripping when he drops the tiny bundle of cloth on the floor beside him, his own focus zeroing onto your panties. You roll your eyes, raising your foot to kick at his hip. “Stop staring.”

Having snapped, he doesn’t miss a beat before tearing your underwear off—and this time, you’re not mistaken. You lift your ass so he can yank it off better, and let your head raise to watch Max gather spit in his mouth, letting it drop onto your pussy.

You whine. “What the fuck, Max?” The insult is half-hearted because you stutter halfway throughout, your hand removing itself from his hard-on to find leverage on the bedsheets. “Stop being so gross.”

“I’m gross?” He poses, his lisp heavy. His fingers spread his spit over your clit until you’re shivering, head drooping back down, grip on the blanket tightening. “You’re the one who came to me after the race. To ‘congratulate’ me. Like I didn’t know that was bullshit.”

He rubs faster, watches your thighs tremble.

“You’re the one in my bed, in my room, with my fingers in you,” he continues, and you’re not sure what has more of an effect on you—his words or his hand. “The one who wore such a short skirt on the paddock today, and insisted on interviewing me before the race.”

He sees right through you; he does, every time, without fail, sees your tactics and techniques to gain just a lick of his attention. He pushes a finger into you, and then another, watching them fuck in and out of you. “I wonder what your boss’d say if he knew my most outspoken critic is here fucking herself on my fingers.”

He’s rough with it, impatient, but also calculated, like he knows exactly how you feel. His fingers tug and curl in you, his thumb plays insistently with your clit, unrelenting. Everything he does is overwhelming, wrenching a cry out of you. His words, his teasing—they’ve got you so wet you’re gushing slick all over his fingers, causing an embarrassingly loud noise to vibrate through the room. “Should I tell Kravitz his favorite reporter’s slutting herself out to his least favorite driver?”

Max is bluffing and you know it, but still the way he phrases it has you clenching around him, hips canting to chase your orgasm. He slows down, prolongs the edge, because as per Max Verstappen law, he’s a fucking asshole all the time. “F—fuck you,” you stammer, mind lost. You can feel his dick growing at your hip, and you long to have it in your grip again.

“Don’t worry, schat,” he says, feigning concern. “I won’t tell a soul. You’re gonna let me fuck this pretty cunt, anyway.” His fingers speed up, thick and glistening, and you try to mentally stave off your own climax—but you’re done for. You lie flat and cover your face with both your hands, trying your best to take it, his fingers plunging in and out of you quickly.

For someone who hates you, he reads your signals too well. He sees it in the furrow of your brows, the way your moans are higher and higher in pitch, your shaky legs. He feels it, too, the clench and grip of your sopping cunt—you look so cute like this, he thinks, so pretty.

“I’m gonna cum,” goads itself out of you in a whimper. “Max—fuck—I’m gonna cum.”

You can feel it, the tension knotting. You clench around his fingers, and your hand slams and wraps over his wrist in attempt to slow him down, but to no avail. His thumb speeds up over your clit, and yes, you’re here, just on the very, very brink of it—then he pulls his soaked fingers out.

You groan out loud, and it tapers into a whine. “Asshole!” You cry, pouting. You’re flushed everywhere. “I was so close, Max.”

“I know,” he says simply. He tugs his dick out with one hand, strokes over it with the one he just fucked you with. You grow warm at the sight of it, lifting your head slightly, transfixed. “Flip over. Wanna see your cunt.”

He’s abrasive with his words, uncaring, with no filter whatsoever. You stay put, crossing your arms. You’re acutely aware you don’t have the upper hand, but stand your ground. “I was going to cum, like, right then.”

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Max says, swatting your bare thigh. “Get on your knees, face down.”

You yelp at the slap, and then the one that comes next, pausing to decide your next actions. Begrudgingly, you refuse to make eye contact as you heave yourself off the bed, peeling your sweater off and flipping over fully, drawing your knees in. Having worn nothing underneath the thick top you wore, you’re totally exposed now, a realization that makes you shudder.

Faintly, you hear rustling behind you, and you assume maybe he’s shoving his jeans down. You have barely any time to call his attention before a big hand lands on your ass, and you whine out loud at the pain and surprise of it. You can hear him stroking over his dick, messy and fast, the way he always is.

“Spread your ass,” he grunts. You know better than to let him ask you twice, and while you normally would, to push his buttons, you’re in the interest of gaining an orgasm before the night ends.

Burning with embarrassment, you reach over, smushing your face into the bed and spreading yourself apart, showing him everything: your puffy, glistening cunt, a rivulet of slick dripping onto his bed. Behind you, Max strokes over his cock faster, grunting a cacophony of Dutch profanity. He can almost feel your pussy wrapped around him, and reaches over with his free hand to run fingers over your cunt, to feel it flutterin from his touch alone. His.

It plays back as a fond memory—the times you would test him on camera, ask him about dubious moments during a race with a tone sharper than any other reporter’s. The times you held a sort of confidence over him. He’ll admit, you were right most times—but now, here you are, spread out for him like a slut.

It’s funny, almost. He finishes jerking himself off and guides the tip of his cock to your waiting pussy, dragging it through the slick. He’s waited this long, and God knows he deserves this, this godly feeling of having you around him.

“Fuck you, asshole,” you mutter, because of course you always need to get the last word in.

He hums, letting his dick slide in between your folds. He feels you shudder, and it pleases him. “That’s what I plan to do,” he says, jerking his hips forward and finally sinking into you for the first time. It’s even better than he predicted, warm and tight, and still fluttering around him like a vice.

He grinds into you, deep strokes, and your grip is sliding with how good he hits you. He can feel your slick collecting around his dick, but he can hear it even better, a squelch that turns him on as much as it totally humiliates you. He’s not sweet, he never is. He’s raw, desperate, rough when he fucks into you, bruising you in and out, knocking the temptation to fire a taunt at him out of you in a single thrust.

“I—I hate you,” you moan out, and you should anticipate the spank that comes, but still it jolts a yelp out of you. “I fucking hate you.”

He retaliates by fucking you harder, which you were almost certain was impossible at this point, but he’s drunk on the feeling, on watching your ass bounce every time his hips meet you. He’s thick, and big, and it feels like he’s splitting you open, making you take it, without mercy.

He yanks a fistful of your hair and pulls you up, flush against his back. Your hands slip from where they’d been spreading you open and you can’t find purchase fast enough with how hard he fucks you. The angle sends his dick even deeper into you, your eyes rolling back, chest flushed, drool escaping the corner of your lip. “Still hate me?” He asks into your ear, a hand coming to pinch at your clit. Your body curls it on itself but he doesn’t let it, holds you in place, makes you stand his endless teasing.

You’re silent save for the panting and whimpering that escapes you, and Max slows his pace to a drag, so you can feel it better. It’s still not enough, you find, and you tilt your hips back to try and encourage him to go faster again. “Answer me.”

“I can’t,” you try, and you hopelessly realize your mind’s so muddled you don’t even remember the question he’s referring to. “I can’t, just fuck me.”

He laughs, because he’s Max, and he pounds hard, once, before slowing down again. “Beg for it.”

It’s an embarrassing proposition, and you pause, letting his statement sizzle into the thick, tense air. “I’m not begging for shit,” you say defensively.

“Hmm?” He stops moving and lets go of your hair—the sudden loss of grip has you tumbling forward, flopping onto the bed unceremoniously. You try to grind backwards, to feel his cock sink into you further, but he holds your hips still and you whine.

“Max,” you say, on the edge of desperation.

“I said beg,” he repeats, nonchalant. You shake your head, petulant, and he tugs you back up. Every time you change positions—pressed against him, then bent over for him—you’re hit with a new dizzy whiplash of having his dick pressed against a different spot, and you seize, feeling a throb of pleasure ripple through you.

He thrusts once, then stops, and you shake your head again. “P—” you try, pausing, the humiliation welling up in you, warmth spreading all over your body. “Please, Max.”

“Please what?” He thrusts again, and again this time, building a drawn-out pace. You grind back against him, and thank God he lets you.

“Please—” you whimper, “Max, please, I need you to fuck me.”

It’s his greenlight, fucking you hard all over again, yanking even harder at your hair so he can take a good look at your fucked out face, eyes rolled over, tongue lolling out. Your lids flutter every time he hits that spot inside you, legs spasming. “This is what you wanted, hmm?” Fuck, his dick’s literally tearing you in half. “My dick in this cunt?”

His vulgar words go straight to your core, slick coating his cock again and again. Stupidly, you nod, slipping a hand between your legs to play with your clit. Absently, you hear him ordering you to open your mouth. Already slack-jawed, you lean back, open it a bit more.

He drops spit into your mouth, thrusts hard and tells you to swallow—you follow immediately, drunk on the feeling of his dick pounding you, splitting you in half. Any other time, you would call this gross, but you find yourself growing wetter. “Always calling me an asshole,” he sneers, “a dickhead, a cheeky motherfucker. Just anything. You’re so mean to me, schatz. But now…”

“It’s so good,” you moan, lost in the sensation. “Want it so bad.” Whatever shreds of dignity you have left are flying out the window. You’re barely coherent.

“Now you’re wrapped around me like a good slut.” He drops your hair and presses your cheek against the sheets, forcing a cry out of you. “Tell me—what’d you call me last week, after the race in Sao Paulo?”

You can’t forget. He pulled an asshole move there, and you weren’t afraid to air out your grievances. But here? Why would you need to clarify your muddled brain to tell him that? You shut your eyes. “I—I called you a,” you attempt, “a dirty driver.”

“Yeah, you did. You like taking cock in my bed then? After calling me dirty?” He tugs you up, and you follow, boneless almost, then he drops you down anyway. You’re dizzy with pleasure. “Answer me.”

“Y—yes,” you stutter. “So much.”

“I know you do,” he pants. “‘Cause you get dumb when you have a cock stuffed in you, huh?” His words are too much, all at once, building up inside you until you’re clenching around him, cumming totally untouched. He just laughs at how you look—absolutely wrecked, debauched, sweaty and still writhing around his dick.

He thrusts, at a bruising pace that doesn’t let you recover from your orgasm. “There you go,” he digs mockingly, “cumming all over me.” He looks down at where your cunt, puffy and slick, is spread around his dick, and lets another glob of spit land on it. He rubs his thumb over it, then brings it higher, over your ass. “Maybe next time I’ll get to fuck this one, huh?”

“Max,” you beg, but he’s uncaring of how sensitive you are.

He reaches over to rub your clit, his pace quickening until your moans are involuntary and being forced out of you at a staccato rhythm, thin ah ahs that has Max keeping himself from cumming. Jesus, you’re still wet, so perfect around him, the perfect little cocksleeve.

“You’ve been so good, schatz,” he heaves, “apologizing for being so mean, letting me use this cunt. ‘M gonna cum, and you’re gonna take that, too. Yeah?”

You nod, mindlessly, listening to him breathe hard, feeling him lean forward and press his forehead to your shoulder, shuddering, dick twitching—and then he’s unloading inside you. The sheer sensation of it is euphoric and jerks another climax out of you, both of you convulsing around each other.

Wordlessly, you unbend, to press your back against his chest like earlier, and you reach your arm behind you to hug his head close to yours. He thrusts again, and you can feel his cum dribbling out of you, warm and sticky.

“Fuck you,” you pant, “this is so gross.”

But your grip doesn’t let up, and you let Max press a sloppy kiss to your neck, his facial hair ticklish against the thin skin. You both pause for a minute, breaths loud and brief. His lips linger against your skin, another kiss pressed into it, a way for him to channel the immense pleasure he feels.

“I always knew the mean Sky Sports reporter would be a good fuck,” he says into your neck. You elbow him, skin slippery, and let out a fuck you again. He’s silent, then.

“...Round two?”

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ladykailitha · 5 months

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The Magic of Christmas 8/8

And here we are at the end. Now there will be a cute little New Year's Eve story that I'll put up on the 31st that is a sequel to this. I wanted to write the exhibit but the story was already bursting at the seams so it'll be a New Year's present for you all.

Also don't be an Argyle, it might seem cute at the time, but it's really not.

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To say Eddie was nervous would be an understatement. Not only did he want Dustin and his friends to be happy about what Steve gave them, but he hoped that Steve would love what Eddie got him.

He got there early before Dustin and his friends arrived. They had all gone out ice skating before the party so Eddie could sneak in the wrapped canvasses.

He rang the doorbell, bouncing on his toes in excitement. Chrissy had to smack him twice before he looked calm enough.

Then all that went out the window when Steve answered the door. He wasn’t dressed in a suit or anything like that, but fuck Eddie thought he looked beautiful.

He was wearing a Star Wars Christmas sweater with the tightest of blue jeans. He had silly antlers on his head and his cheeks were rosy.

It took everything in Eddie’s will power not to just kiss him right then and there.

“You made it!” Steve greeted warmly. “Do you need help bringing in the gifts?”

Eddie nodded and they went out to get them, while Chrissy went to make herself comfortable with the hostess, Robin.

Steve grabbed the large piece and two of the smaller ones. Eddie grabbed the remaining two smaller pieces.

“You know,” Eddie said. “I don’t think I ever asked you who the purple dragon was going to be for. I assumed you, but that doesn’t seem right now that I think about it.”

Steve smiled. “You’ll get to meet her tonight,” he said with a fond smile. “She doesn’t really play D&D, but she’s inspired many a campaign and NPC. We call her El because that’s all she could remember of what her name was when the kids found her lost and alone in a forest. They’ve tried for years to find her real family but when she turned eighteen she asked them to stop. They were her real family.”

“Poor kid,” Eddie said. “I’m glad she found you guys.”

“She sweet,” he agreed. “And she will love your hair.”

Eddie ran his fingers through his long curls. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, “she’s been trying to grow hers out for years but something keeps cropping up and she has to cut again.”

“Oof!” Eddie said. “That’s horrible. Has she thought about getting extensions.”

Steve frowned. “What are extensions? I mean obviously the extend the hair, but how does that work?”

Eddie launched into the explanation about them and Steve was just so enthralled that he didn’t realize that Eddie and he had lingered under the mistletoe.

“Kiss!” Chrissy cried, pointing about their head.

Eddie and Steve looked up and then at each other. Steve held out the packages and Robin and Chrissy rushed forward to take them from both boys.

Eddie watched as Steve slowly cupped his cheek and leaned in. His breath caught in his chest as Steve’s eyelashes fluttered close. Eddie leaned the rest of the way in and pressed their lips together.

Fuck.

It was like everything that made Christmas special in a single fucking kiss. There was no going back after that.

“Wow,” Steve breathed. “That was even better than I imagined it would be.”

“You imagined it a lot?” Eddie asked, his heart beating a drum against his rib cage.

“Since August,” Steve admitted shyly.

Eddie chuckled and rubbed their noses together softly. “Since you hired me.”

Steve looked up at him in shock. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, Stevie. Holy shit.”

Steve kissed him fiercely.

Eddie broke it off. “Shit! I left your present in the van!” He dashed off.

Steve laughed out loud, clear and bright. He turned to his audience. “I am in love with that idiot.”

The women all laughed too.

Claudia came up and gave him a huge hug. “You found yourself a good one, Steve. He’ll be good for you.”

Steve blushed deeply. “I know.”

Eddie came back in with rosy cheeks and breathless. In his hand was another neatly wrapped gift. He handed to Steve. “There you go, pretty boy. Just for you.”

“I have a present for you, too,” Steve said with a smile. “But we’ll have to wait until everyone gets here.”

Just then there was clatter behind them as said kids came bursting through the open front door.

Eddie turned to see four girls with the boys he had been acquainted with. The one was clearly Lucas’s sister. She had the same broad features and knowing eyes. One was a red head with a piercing gaze and a knowing smirk. Eddie could tell he was going to like her. A lot. The third girl was pretty sort of plump, her blonde hair in beautiful ringlets. The final girl was El. There was no doubt in his mind, this was the lost girl.

She had dark curly hair that brushed her shoulders and thousand yard stare. She looked like Wayne said he did sometimes. Lost and unsure of what to do.

Introductions were made and Eddie was right in all counts. He loved Max, the red head. El was the pretty girl with the dark curls, Erica was Lucas’s sister, and the last girl was Dustin’s long time girlfriend, Suzie.

Steve did a head count. “Where Jonathan and Nancy?” he asked Will.

“Getting Argyle from the airport,” Will said. “His flight had to make a stop in Salt Lake City because of a fuel issue, so he was late getting in.”

Suzie snorted. “No it didn’t.”

Everyone turned to her.

“He just didn’t want to tell anyone that he was picking up my sister, Eden so she could join us for Christmas.”

Steve blanched at the thought of another person for Christmas.

She touched his elbow. “I told Claudia a couple weeks ago, she made sure there was enough food and space.”

He relaxed. Claudia and Steve had made a deal, he would cook for Thanksgiving, if she did Christmas. So if she knew than everything was fine.

“Come gather around!” Steve yelled over the din. “Dinner is a light thoroughfare with lots of snacks and goodies. We’ll have a big breakfast tomorrow. Help yourselves, we’ll do presents when the remaining four get here!”

A cheer went up and everyone filed out.

Soon it was just Eddie and Steve in the hallway.

“Is my Christmas present you?” Eddie asked, getting his fingers underneath the sweater.

Steve jerked back.

“Ooh!” Eddie said with a grin. “Someone is ticklish.”

“No!” Steve squealed. “Absolutely not!” He tried to squirm out of Eddie’s grasp but Eddie was too fast for him.

They were laughing and giggling when the last of the guests arrived.

Eddie wasn’t sure what he was expecting when Suzie said her sister was coming. But it wasn’t the skinny Goth chick with the black hair and teardrop tattoo by her eye.

He had ruled out the other girl on the sheer fact she looked too much like Mike to be anything other Nancy.

Steve welcome them in but gave Argyle the stink eye which prompted Eden reading him the riot act for not telling people she was coming.

Argyle kept arguing that she was supposed to be a surprise for Suzie, but since Suzie already knew the argument fell apart.

There was hot chocolate and cider, eggnog of both the alcoholic and non-alcoholic varieties.

Food spread as far as the eye could see on the table but no one sat down to eat there, mostly they wandered in and out of the living room.

Finally it was time for presents and Steve was bouncing in the corner. Eddie slipped his hand into his.

“They’ll love it, sweetheart,” he murmured.

Steve let out a slow breath and nodded. He had gotten Max a Tony Hawk signed skateboard and Erica, the whole 5th edition D&D set so she could start her own campaigns when she started college next fall. She had taken a gap year, because her last year of high school had been so hard on her.

They hugged Steve tightly as thanks. And then it was time for the remaining five to open theirs.

“El, honey,” Steve said, “you open yours first. Then Dustin, Will, Lucas, and Mike. Don’t glare at me, Mike. You’re not last because you’re my least favorite. You’ll see.”

El opened hers. It was of the purple dragon. It’s human-like form pulsing near the heart.

“Steve,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful.”

Dustin unwrapped his wizard to stunned disbelief. “Steve...” he said, his voice wobbling with gratitude.

Will opened his punk rock rogue. “Oh wow.” He ran his fingers reverently over the surface. “Steve, it’s amazing.”

Mike noticed the pattern and looked up at Steve in shock. “No way.”

Lucas opened the ranger leaping into the air with his bow drawn. “Oh holy shit.”

Mike’s hands trembled as he stared down at the wrapped canvass. He looked up at Steve. “There’s no way it’s as awesome as everyone else’s.”

Steve came over and knelt in front of him. He took Mike’s head in his hands. “Of course it is. You are just as important to me as the rest, Mike. Okay?”

Mike’s lip quivered as he nodded. He pulled the wrapping off to reveal his paladin in shining gold armor. A beacon on harsh landscape. Tears dripped down his face as he pressed his hand over his mouth. He set the painting carefully to the side and launched himself at Steve, enveloping him with a huge hug.

“It’s perfect,” he whispered.

Steve hugged him back.

Suddenly there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Finally they broke apart, both men wiping their eyes.

Dustin looked at the signature on his. “Is this an Eddie Munson original?!”

Like the universe did a record scratch, suddenly five heads all turn to Steve and Eddie.

Eddie waved his hand at them and Steve nearly burst on how cute it was.

“It’s even better than that,” Steve said with a grin. “El, stand in the middle. Lucas, Mike on the right, with Mike on the outside. Same for you and Will, Will on the outside. Hold up the paintings.”

He pulled out his phone and took a picture. “Now set them down and come over here.”

The five of them crowded around Steve and his phone.

They all gasped when they saw the full picture.

Steve was suddenly bombarded with hugs and thanks and kisses.

“I know next year you’ll all be going your separate ways and wanted to get you all something to tie you together for life,” he explained.

“That is wicked cool,” Max said.

“Yeah,” Erica agreed.

“I have one more present to give,” Eddie said and pulled out the remaining package and handed it to Steve.

Steve unwrapped and gasped. “It’s a yellow dragon!”

“And his knight friend having tea together,” Eddie explained. “I kinda based it on that old cartoon, The Reluctant Dragon, where the knight and dragon didn’t want to fight.”

“Eds,” Steve whispered. “I love it!” Then Robin was placing something in his hand.

Steve looked down at it and then nodded. “This is my gift to you.” He handed it to Eddie.

It was an envelope about the size of Christmas card and Eddie fought hard against the disappointment that burned in his gut. He had painted a yellow dragon for Steve, it would have been nice to get something more than a gift card.

He pulled it out and frowned when he realized it was an invitation.

“Newfield Museum of Fine Arts

You are cordially invited

to an art exhibit featuring the art

Eddie Munson

Dec 31st 8pm-1am

Fundraiser for the charity ‘Roll for Initiative’

starting at 4pm

Silent auction from 6-7pm”

It was Eddie’s turn to cry.

“You okay there, son?” Wayne asked, concerned when Eddie just stood there, tears streaming down his face.

Eddie nodded. He held out the invitation for Wayne to take. Wayne read it over and over.

“You do this, Steve?” he asked.

Steve nodded. “It was my plan for a while to do the fundraiser for the charity on New Year’s Eve, but after really getting to know Eddie, I knew that he deserved to be showcased too. So the exhibit came afterwards.”

Eddie kissed him fiercely on the lips. “This is the best Christmas present ever, baby.”

Steve blushed to the cheers from everyone.

This year was good, but next year was going to be even greater.

***

Well that's the end for now. Thank you so much for coming along with me on this wild ride. Merry Christmas!!

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mountttmase · 10 months

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A Mountain To Climb: The Sequel

Chapter Four

Note - so this is the Chelsea chapter. If we can just imagine this is set before he moved that would be great 😂 I’d really love some feedback on this so please let me know what you think 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 5.7K

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut and angst

Masterlist

Nervous.

That was the overwhelming feeling rushing through your veins as you smoothed out your shirt in the mirror, turning round to catch sight of the name and number on the back that sent a flutter through your chest.

Today was a big day, your second game back at the bridge and your first as Masons… whatever you were. You weren’t official, having only been on a handful of dates now but you both knew the pair of you were together, even referring to him as such to a colleague at work and you blushed at the thought of him finding out even though it felt natural.

The only game you’d ever been to was with Freya so you were a bit more stressed this time as you were going with Sophia and you knew it would be a different experience. This time you’d be sat in a box rather than in the stands and you wondered if you should of got changed into something a bit nicer but Freya had reassured you it was just a game not a fashion show and you’d be fine in whatever so you popped on a pair of comfy cargos and grabbed one of Masons hoodies you’d stolen before making sure your hair was how you wanted it.

You quickly put your phone into your bag and locked up your flat before flying downstairs to jump into Sophia’s car. You gave her a big smile that she returned, her eyes scanning over your shirt as she giggled before your eyes fell to her matching one.

‘We’ll have to have a picture taken, the Chelsea wives’ she giggled as she started the car

‘I think it’s a bit early to start calling me his wife, we’re not even official yet’

‘Oh shush, it’s only a matter of time. Pretty sure Kai referred to you as his girlfriend the other day so Mason must be fine with it. Anyway are you excited for the game?’

‘Yeah, I mean I barely know what’s happening but I’ve never been in a box before’

‘Don’t worry, I’m a seasoned veteran. Stick with me and you’ll be fine’ she reassured you so that’s exactly what you did, linking arms so you didn’t get lost as she lead you to your box. You could see at lot more from up here and you sat chatting away until you watched the boys run out for their warm up.

You knew Mason was concentrating so you didn’t mind him not looking your way but as they started to head in you watched his head whip up to you, a warm smile on his face as he sent you a wave that you returned but you stared at him in confusion as he made a twirly motion with his finger. You were unsure of what he wanted before you realised he was asking to see his name on the back of your shirt. You turned around slightly to let him see it and you watched his smile grow, blowing you a kiss before he was hurried inside and you took your seat again.

‘I miss the honeymoon phase. Kai never blows me kisses anymore’ Sophia sulked just as a few of the other girls turned up. Sophia gave you a quick introduction and you tried to act normal and relax but you immediately felt awkward. You’d always been a little insecure but around big groups of gorgeous girls, who wouldn’t be, but this felt different. This was a whole new world for you and you felt yourself shrinking as you took them in. Head to toe in designer clothes that you could only imagine the price of and as everyone chatted away you could only sit and think about how embarrassed Mason would be when he saw you later.

It wasn’t just the clothes though, you’d gotten better about being around other people, no longer shutting everyone out but it was at times like this, surrounded by lots of people that you didn’t really know that made you panic. In your head everyone hated you and deep down you were overwhelmed about how many new people you were suddenly letting in to your life like never before. You felt wondering what everyone thought of you, the rude scruffy girl that doesn’t talk to anyone and even though you knew it was a little bit silly but you couldn’t stop the thoughts rushing through your brain.

‘I um, I’m just going inside for a sec’ you told Sophia quietly. ‘I won’t be long’ and with that you shuffled back through the doors, not heading in any particular direction but just away from everyone so you could find a quiet corner to catch your breath for a second. Everywhere was packed though and you could feel your breathing becoming laboured as you freaked out internally, eventually making a beeline for a corridor you knew you weren’t meant to go down but you didn’t care in this particular moment. You just needed to feel safe and this seemed like the most logical option.

You could hear the muffled sounds of people at the other end behind a closed door but you couldn’t see anyone so you sunk to the floor, putting you head in between your knees so you could take some breaths and calm yourself down. It was like you couldn’t get a breath in and you knew your eyes were filled with tears but you forced yourself to count to ten in some attempt to calm yourself and you could feel your breathing start to even out.

‘Y/n? Is that you?’ You suddenly heard, whipping your head around to see Woody stood where you’d just come from, a look of concern on his face and you felt relief flood your veins at the sight of him. You’d met Woody a couple of times at Masons house recently and you knew Mason had opened up to him about you in the past but he’d always been nothing but sweet every time you’d seen him, even teaming up with you to tease Mason over silly things and you were thankful Mason had a friend like him.

‘H-hey, I um, I needed some air and I got a bit lost’ you told him, scrambling to stand up as he gave you a reassuring smile.

‘That’s alright. You’re sat in the box, right?’ He questioned and you sent him a small nod. ‘Me too, come on. I’ll come sit with you yeah?’

‘Yeah, t-thanks Woody’ you nodded shakily as you followed him back out. You noticed the game had already started but it was only a few minutes you’d missed and your eyes scanned the pitch to try and find Mason as Woody took up the free seat next to you. It didn’t take long to catch his eyes as he was was periodically looking up but you watched his shoulders relax once he smiled at you.

The game was long and intense with nothing to separate the two teams in the end. A goalless draw that you could tell Mason was unhappy with but at least it wasn’t a loss this time. You followed everyone out, throwing Masons hoodie on as you went so you could make your way to the players lounge to wait for him and as soon as you as you got into the lift with Woody you felt a text come through, opening your phone to see a message from Freya. She was currently out shopping for dresses for her graduation ball and asked if you could approve of her choices.

‘Hey woody? Are you single?’ You asked, following him over to one of the comfy chairs and taking a seat next to him.

‘Y/n I’m flattered, but I think Mason would kill me’ he joked and you rolled your eyes as his attempt at humour.

‘I’m not asking for me you wombat’ you laughed, quickly pulling up the same picture of Freya for him to see. ‘This is my best friend’ you told him, watching his eyes widen as his cheeks grew slightly pink at the sight of her. You knew that look, it was the same one Mason gave you often and caused a lightbulb to go off in your head.

‘She’s very pretty but I get the feeling she’d eat me alive’

‘Yeah you’re probably right’ you laughed ‘She’s a bit of a handful’ you told him but you knew Freya needed someone to soften her up a little bit and Woody seemed like a nice choice. She was still upset that Ben was off the market now and you’d made it your mission to try and find her a date a least but maybe Woody was just a bit too sweet for her. ‘I’m just popping to the loo’ you whispered, slotting passed him so you could make sure you looked presentable for when Mason came out, even though you felt anything but and when you rounded the corner on your way back out you saw him with Woody. There was a concerned look painted on his face and you knew why as soon as Woody nodded his head to the corridor he’d found you in earlier. ‘Fuck sake Woody’ you breathed, hoping to of kept your little episode to yourself earlier but you knew Mason knew now so you dusted yourself off and walked over like nothing was wrong.

‘Hey’ he smiled softly as soon as he saw you, his eyes lighting up as he held his out his arm out for you to tuck yourself under and he kissed your forehead gently as you settled into his side. All feelings of being insecure now out the window as you watched the loving smile spread over his face.

‘Hey Mase, good game’

‘Could of been better but it’s fine’ he smiled before his eyes were back on Woody. ‘So I’ll see you in the morning yeah?’

‘Yeah just text me when you’re up’ he nodded before smiling at you. ‘Was good to see you y/n, I’ll see you guys around’ he told you and after a quick goodbye he was gone, leaving you and Mason alone. The pair of you hadn’t spoken about what you were doing after the game, assuming he would want to go home and rest but now you were in his embrace you weren’t sure you wanted to leave him.

‘You coming back to mine?’ He whispered into your hair and you felt your body erupt in goosebumps as soon as he spoke, pulling back to look at his soft smile.

‘I didn’t know if you’d want me to’ you laughed and he rolled his eyes playfully as he squeezed your shoulder. ‘I thought you might be tired and want to be alone’

‘You really are a funny one’ he laughed, removing himself from you so he could grab your hand. ‘Of course I want you to, I need a cuddle and some tlc’ he told you jokingly, pulling you by the hand to the exit where his car was. He was quiet the whole ride but you knew he was just thinking about the game so you kept quiet too, returning the small smile he gave you when you were almost back at his.

‘You hungry or anything?’ He asked as he lead you into the kitchen. ‘I can cook for us or we could order something’

‘I can cook for us, Mase. You’ve been running about for ages I bet that’s the last thing you wanna do’

‘I don’t mind’ he told you, holding you by your cheeks so he could kiss you softly for the first time that day. ‘You know I’d do anything for you’

‘How about we do it together’ you reasoned, leading him over to the fridge where you got a few things out to make some pasta dish you always had at home and he seemed happy enough to take your lead and chop what you told him too. You saw his eyes light up again when you finally took his hoodie off before coming to help him, kissing your cheek as you came to stand next to him and you could tell how happy he was with his name on your back.

‘You wanna sit on the sofa? Or I could go set our table up in the other room?’ He winked and your heart tugged at the memory of having dinner with him after work that one time.

‘The sofa’s fine’ you told him, knowing he’d probably still not be in the mood to talk all that much and at least you could watch tv on the sofa and not try to force him to speak. In the end he put some random show on Netflix on as you ate, and just as you had suspected he was quiet throughout until you’d both finished. Soon after he took your plate out so he could stack everything in the dishwasher before coming back to join you.

‘Come here, I need a cuddle’ he whispered, holding his arms out for you to climb into. ‘Sorry if I’ve been a bit quiet, I just get a bit grumpy when games don’t go my way’

‘It’s okay’ you reassured him, holding him tighter and kissing his chest. ‘I understand’

‘I need to ask you about something actually’ he said, pulling back so you could look at each other and your tummy gave a flutter when he tucked your hair behind your ear. ‘Don’t be mad at him but Woody told me what happened today. That he found you in the corridor?’ he told you softly and you couldn’t look at him anymore, hiding your face out of embarrassment as you knew he was going to make you speak about it. ‘What happened baby? Talk to me’

‘It was nothing-‘

‘Don’t say that’

‘I’m just at bit embarrassed’ you laughed, looking up to him again but his kind expression softened you. ‘I guess I’m just not used to being around so many people, like that many girls? And they’re all dressed so nice and I’m sat there looking like this’ you laughed softly but he looked at you confused. ‘I just got it in my head that they all hated me and i didn’t fit in so I made a run for it’ you laughed as his hand came up to stroke your cheek. ‘ I didn’t know where I was going and I got a bit lost I guess. I just wanted a bit of quiet so I could get my breath back and my head together but Woody found me at the worst possible time’

‘Well I’m glad he did. He seemed a really concerned when he told me, I think you really freaked him out’ he laughed.

‘I’ll make it up to him’ you winked as he tickled your sides and the horrified look on Masons face made you realise what you’d said sounded like something completely different.

‘You bloody will not’

‘Not like that you perv, I was thinking of something else’

‘Not to sure I wanna know. And anyway don’t change the subject’ he scolded lightly, ‘Are you sure you’re alright?’

‘I’m fine I promise. I just had a moment. I’m still trying to adjust to… everything, you know? Trying to let people in and be normal but I don’t feel like I fit in sometimes. Like seeing everyone looking how they did I just thought you might be a bit embarrassed of me’ you laughed. ‘I’ll get there but it’s hard to change the habit of a lifetime. My instinct is to block people out but I don’t want to come across as rude’

‘I know’ he told you, kissing your forehead. ‘But you know I don’t give a shit about what you wear, right? And I could never be embarrassed of you, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me. If anything I prefer you dressed like this than some of the shit I see the others in’

‘Really?’ You laughed, tears stinging in the backs of your eyes but you held them in.

‘Of course. I like you for who you are not what you’re dressed in and I thought you looked sexy as hell today he winked before letting out a big yawn. ‘Shit sorry, it’s been a long day’

‘That’s okay, I can get going if you want’

‘No wait’ he told you, eyes scanning your face quickly before looking into your eyes. ‘Will you stay? Like here, tonight. With me?’

‘What like sleep over?’ You asked, unsure as to what he meant as he was stumbling over his words a bit.

‘Yeah. If you want to that is’

‘I’d love to but don’t have anything thing with me’

‘That’s okay, you can borrow something of mine to sleep in and I’ve got loads of toiletries and stuff in the guest room you can use’

‘I hope that doesn’t mean I have to sleep in the guest room’ you joked as he pulled you up but he just shook his head with a laugh, leading you upstairs and into the main bathroom. He showed you where everything was before starting the shower up for you so it could warm up before dropping a kiss on your forehead.

‘I’ll go find you some stuff to wear, yeah? I’ll leave it on the side just put on whatever you’re comfortable in’

‘Thank you’ you told him shyly and he smiled down at you before pulling you into a hug.

‘Anything for you’ he whispered and you were so close to asking him to stay and shower with you but something held you back. ‘I’m just over the hall when you’re done, I’ll leave my door open’ he told you and with that he was gone.

You hadn’t heard him come in but when you got out of the shower there was a neat pile of his things next to the sink and once you were dry you pulled on his top and a pair of his boxers before padding over to his room. It was the first time you’d been up here and you felt almost like you were intruding even though the door was open so you gave it a gentle knock in hopes in could hear you.

‘Come in’ he sung with a gentle laugh, and and you felt yourself blush as you poked your head around the door, feeling a little silly now as you made your way over to him with a few of the other things he’d left out for you bunched up in your arms. ‘Well don’t you look cute’ he winked as he emptied your arms and popped everything back in his wardrobe. It was only then you realised he was only in a pair of boxers himself and your mouth went dry as your eyes raked over his body.

Including your little McDonald’s trip, you’d been on six dates with Mason however nothing had progressed passed a steamy kiss at the end of the night. It’s not like you both hadn’t had the chance to take things a bit further but Mason always had an early morning or somewhere to be. At first you didn’t think anything of it, he told you he wanted to take things slowly and you understood why but at this point you figured it might be something more. If anything you were surprised he’d even asked you to stay tonight. You knew you needed to talk to him about it and you told yourself if he didn’t try anything tonight then you would, not sure how long you could go without having him in some way when he was looking the way he was.

‘You okay, love?’ He asked, making his way back to you, his hands on your hips so he could pull you into his body and you shivered and your fingers touched the warm skin of his chest.

‘Yeah, I’m fine’ you whispered shyly before he bent his head to place a soft kiss on your lips.

‘I know it’s early, but do you wanna get in?’ He asked, nodding towards his bed and the pair of you climbed in. Your hopes of anything further happening though were soon dashed when he rested his head on your chest and cuddled into your side so he could get comfortable before shutting his eyes. ‘Night babe’ he yawned but you knew your voice would betray you so you just kissed his forehead in hopes that would be enough.

You felt a bit silly, getting upset at the fact he seemingly didn’t want to sleep with you but it was more than that. You understood things had ended in the worst possible way the first time you’d slept together but now it felt like he didn’t trust you and you couldn’t even speak to him about it. You weren’t sure if he was fully asleep but his breathing was slow so you carefully pushed him off and rolled over to face away from him before you felt the tears that had welled in your eyes eventually spill out.

It wasn’t long before you heard Mason sigh behind you, shuffling a little until his chest hit your back but you buried your face in the pillow so he couldn’t see you.

‘Hey, what’s up?’ He asked gently, kissing your shoulder as he stroked your side but when you didn’t answer him he nestled his head into your neck. ‘It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I think I know what it is’ he sighed, sounding defeated. ‘It’s not that I don’t want you, trust me I really fucking do. I just…’ he trailed off, sounding a bit upset himself and you quickly turned to look into his glossy eyes.

‘Tell me what’s wrong’ you whispered, searching his face for some answers but you were coming up short. ‘You can tell me, you know? Even if you think it’ll upset me or whatever I just need us to be on the same page’

‘I know, I just… I’m a bit scared’ he laughed, a few tears escaping that you quickly brushed away. ‘And I know we should of spoken about it before but I didn’t want to make you feel bad or anything’

‘You know I’d never do that to you again’ you whispered, knowing you were both referring to that fateful night. You kissed his nose as he nodded his head in your hand, deep down knowing that you wouldn’t but it was still in his head. ‘I get why you’re scared and I’m so sorry-‘

‘No dont’ he protested, raising up slightly so he could tower over you. ‘You really don’t need to apologise again. I don’t want you to feel like you need to be sorry all the time because I know you are and that you mean it. It’s me, you know? I thought if we took things slowly I’d be fine but I think I’m just overthinking things’

‘I just feel like I’ve ruined this for us’

‘You haven’t ruined anything baby, I swear’ he told you gently, your whole body feeling warm at the sight of his smile.

‘Maybe I’ve been overthinking too. I know it’s just sex and not something to get upset about like I have but when you kept saying you were busy and stuff I thought… I don’t know maybe we were spending all this time together and you didn’t find me attractive anymore or you realised you didn’t like me or… it doesn’t matter. But I need you to listen to me’ you told him, reaching up to hold his face so he could look at you in your eyes. ‘I’m not going anywhere, I swear. You’re my safe place, Mason and I’m not stupid enough to mess that up again’ you told him, both of you silently crying as you tried to reassure the boy in front of you but you could see see him blushing even in the darkness. ‘I know where I belong, Mase and that’s right here with you. I’m so sorry I ever made you doubt that’

You saw him go to say something but he stopped himself, shaking his head lightly before dipping down to kiss you and you hummed appreciatively into his mouth. You thought it would just be a quick kiss but when you felt him move to position himself in between your legs you knew he was about to give you what you wanted and you smiled onto his lips when you felt him press against your core.

‘Maybe we just need to take the plunge and try again?’ He whispered against your neck and you felt the excitement run through you at what he might be propositioning.

He pulled back, shuffling on his knees before pulling you up by your hands so you could sit up and he pulled his top from you in one swift motion before his hands were at his boxers you were currently wearing, tugging them off of you legs so you were laid completely bare beneath him.

‘I can’t believe I made think that you’re not attractive’ he said lowly as his eyes raked over you. ‘You’re fucking perfect to me, I adore every inch of you’ he told you, his lips attaching to your neck as your fingers dived into his hair. ‘I’ve missed your body so much’

‘Mase’ you gasped, but he was quick to kiss you in attempts to silence you.

‘I know baby, just relax’ he whispered, kissing down your body until he got to your core and you felt the excitement bubbling up inside you. He didn’t give you a chance to say anything else before attaching his lips to where you needed and you melted into his touch. It had been so long since you’d felt him and you’d forgotten at how good he was with this tongue.

‘Fucking hell, Mase. You’re so good at that’ you told him as he moaned into you. You chanced a look down and his big brown eyes were already looking up into yours causing a shiver to run through your body which was only made worse when you could tell he was smiling at you. You couldn’t help but push his face further into you as he made you feel good and his grip on your thighs tightened to the point of almost hurting but it only added to your pleasure.

He was taking his time with you, teasing you in a way only he knew how and even though this was the second time you’d been intimate it was like he knew your body already. Knew exactly where to touch you and kiss you and all the right words to help tip you over the edge. It didn’t take much though, you’d been waiting for weeks and you could feel your high bubbling to the surface already. When it finally hit, you squeezed your thighs around his head tightly which caused him to chuckle onto you and the vibrations only made it feel even better.

You didn’t give him a second to think when he eventually pulled away from you, rolling him over and popping yourself into the same position he had just been in so you could return the favour. You didn’t get a chance last time as he had made everything about you and the tent in his boxers was making your mouth water. You gripped the waist of his underwear and pulled them off him when he lifted his hips for you and you smiled at the way he sprung up against his tummy.

‘Sit up for me a little bit’ you told him, and you watched as he shuffled up the bed until his back was comfortable against the headboard. His wide eyes were looking down at you liked you’d cast some sort of spell over him, but he shut them as soon as your lips wrapped around him. You never got a chance to taste him last time since he was so focused on making you feel good but you were hellbent on showing him a good time this time around.

‘My god, y/n. Keep doing that’ he murmured, his hands now in your hair as he brushed it out of your face and you eyes caught his as a string of curse words fell from his pouty lips. ‘Keep going, baby’

You moaned onto him, his hands now slightly moving your head up and down as you spluttered around his length but you pushed through as you wanted to make it as good as you could for him but he was pulling you off soon after.

‘Come up here’ he breathed, pulling you up and helping you straddle him as he wiped your bottom lip and under your eyes before placing a heavy kiss on your lips. ‘You good?’

‘Yeah’ you smiled cheekily whilst rocking your hips over him once and you laughed as his eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of you.

‘You’re trouble’

‘Is that a problem?’

‘Not at all, I can’t get enough of you’ he breathed before kissing you again, his hands on your hips so he could grind you down against him before you couldn’t take it anymore and reached down to line him up with you. ‘Eyes on me, yeah’ he whispered and you rested your forehead on his as you sunk down onto him. You were bouncing up and down on him straight away and you did exactly as he said, keeping your eyes on his and the look on his face was making your tummy churn. ‘That’s it gorgeous, show me how much you want me’

‘Mase’ you whimpered, your hands on his shoulders now moving to his chest as his moved his hands to cup your boobs as he sucked on your neck. You could feel him everywhere, you skin covered in goosebumps as he finally gave you all of him.

‘I’m close baby, keep going’ he told you, his voice strained as his fingers trailed up your back. ‘I know you are too I can feel it’

As soon as Mason started pounding into you from underneath, you knew you didn’t have long left and only seconds later your high was ripping through you, causing Mason to finish just seconds after. You collapsed onto his chest as he wrapped his arms around you so you could get your breath back. His lips started trailing little kisses along your shoulder and you giggled into his neck as his beard tickled you.

‘Let me go get cleaned up and I’ll be back’ you told him once your breathing had returned to normal, and with a quick kiss on your nose, he helped lift you up so you could run off to the bathroom. You took a quick look at yourself in the mirror once you were done but this time you couldn’t stop smiling, itching to get back and into Masons arms. He was laying facing you as you came out and you returned his heartwarming smile as you slipped back under the covers.

‘You okay?’ He whispered, brushing your hair out of your face before pulling you into his arms and you held him back even tighter, hoping to let him know everything was fine.

‘I’m perfect’

‘I know you are’ he whispered and you tried to reply but a huge yawn stopped you. ‘Come on sleepy face, let’s get some shut eye’

‘Okay’ you laughed, kissing him softly as you both got settled. ‘Night Mase, see you in the morning’

‘Night beautiful’

The next morning you were awake before Mason and you used this to your advantage so you could spend a bit of time looking at him. He looked so cute as he laid there, blissfully unaware of how much your heart fluttered at the sight of his furrowed brows and pink lips that you wanted to kiss more than anything.

The urge to make him breakfast filled your mind so you sneakily got out of bed and put on his shirt before raiding his fridge and cupboards for something to make him but you didn’t get much of a chance to look before he was hurrying into the kitchen and wrapping you up in his arms.

‘Mase? What’s wrong?’ You laughed, pulling back to look at him but the look of relief on his face made you curious.

‘What are you doing down here?’

‘I was going to make you breakfast’ you laughed as he shut his eyes and shook his head.

‘You weren’t there when I woke up’ he said quietly and your heart sunk as he thought you’d gone again. You felt your eyes well up a little bit as he pulled back to look at you. ‘Sorry baby, please don’t get upset. It’s me being silly’ he reassured you as he pressed little kisses all over your face in attempts to cheer you up a slightly. ‘Why don’t I make you breakfast, yeah? Anything you want’

‘It’s fine’ you laughed, holding him by his cheeks so you could look at each other and let him know it didn’t matter but he must of been able to see right through you.

‘Please don’t get upset. It’s a me problem not a you one I promise’ he whispered into your hair as you fell against him, a sadness swimming through you at how panicked he’d been.

‘Yeah but I caused it’

‘And trust me I’ll be causing a lot of problems for you too’ he laughed kissing your forehead as you felt yourself smile slightly. ‘Now, what’s do you want me to make you for breakfast?’

‘We were pretty good at making dinner together last night so maybe we can do breakfast together’ you reasoned

‘Sounds perfect’ he smiled, dipping down to kiss you sweetly.

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Barcelona Beginnings (Ona Batlle x Reader)

So, I decided to write a sequel to the Manchester Meet-cute/ Memories story after all. However, it takes place 4 years after the initial encounter. I recommend you read the other parts first. You can find them here: part 1, part 2

“Y/N/N!” A familiar voice called from behind you. You quickly turned around “Ames!” You screamed as your best friend practically jumped into your arms, almost making you fall over. “I am loving the Barcelona weather already!” She exclaimed as she pulled away. “Better than Paris?” You asked. “Yeah it’s been cloudy for weeks. That’s not what they told us when we decided to move there you know. City of light my ass.” She scoffed as you chuckled at her. “Still the city of love though I hope. How’s Lewis?” “Great, I have some news actually.” She looked at you excitedly. “We’re going to try to make a baby!”

How did this happen? How was Amy suddenly becoming the adult between the two of you? Somehow, the random fling your friend ditched you for 4 years ago, was now her husband, and they were ever so happy, living together in Paris. You actually liked Lewis a lot, and you were happy for them, but damn, how did this happen?

“Oh my god, Ames, that’s amazing! I’m sure you’ll be great parents.” “And think about how hot our children will be!” She said, referring to the fact that they were both absolute 10s, which you could not disagree with. “Okay so enough about me. How’ve you been? I’ve received significantly less midnight anxiety calls, so I assume you’re doing slightly better?” “Yeah, I am. I’ve made some friends, work has been better. I feel like I’m finally starting to fit in.”

Contrary to Amy, you hadn’t particularly been thriving, but you were certain it was for the best. You had moved to Barcelona about 2 months ago, completely leaving behind the life you had built, for a career opportunity. You left your job, your house, your family, but the worst part was ending your relationship of 3 years. Your first two weeks in Barcelona you had been miserable. You were heartbroken and all on your own in a new city where you barely spoke the language. The only thing getting you through your sorrow, were your daily FaceTime calls with Amy. You had slowly built yourself back up, forcing yourself to go out and enjoy the Catalan sun, and all the city had to offer. So you were truly doing better, day by day.

“That’s good to hear Y/N/N. Now, where can we get some of that delicious Spanish wine around here?” “Jesus Ames, it’s 10 in the morning, how about a coffee first?” You giggled, happy she was still the Amy you knew and loved.

After dropping Amy’s stuff off at your place, you walked into a nearby coffeeshop where you had become a regular these past months. “Hola Martí” “Y/N! Bon dia, the usual?” The barista asked. “Sí, and a cappuccino for my friend, please.” You answered. These past months, Martí had been a ray of sunshine in your life, even when your head was too cloudy to enjoy the actual Barcelona sunshine. “Here you go, princesa.” He said as he handed you your coffees. “Merci”

Amy had already claimed the loungeset in the corner. You started walking over there, when you realised you forgot to grab a cookie. As you turned around, you saw some people coming through the door from the corner of your eye, one of whom was approaching the bar at a dangerous pace. Time stood still for a moment as you couldn’t help but flash back to a very similar moment 4 years ago in a coffeeshop in Manchester. You knew better this time, so you swiftly moved your arms out of the way, spilling only a little coffee on yourself. The speedy individual could only just dodge you, causing a quick breeze in your face, lightly fluttering your hair. You stood there for a second, catching your breath, looking at the fresh coffee stain on your white shoe. You thought everything was supposed to be tranquilo in Spain, but apparently not for everyone. “You should watch where y-” “Y/N!?” There was no way, it couldn’t be her. You immediately looked up, to be met with the same gorgeous pair of hazel eyes you just saw in your flashback, 4 years and they hadn’t changed one bit. “No way, Ona!?” You both stood there for a minute, looking at each other in total awe, before falling into a tight embrace. “We have to stop meeting like this.” You joked, to which Ona giggled. “Are you stalking me now, Y/N?” She chuckled, to which your face instantaneously turned red, as you knew exactly what she was referring to.

When you first got to Barcelona, you spend a lot of time on social media, in search of some kind of distraction. One day, whilst mindlessly scrolling through instagram, you came across photo of Ona holding some kind of trophy with some of her FC Barcelona teammates. She had transferred to Barcelona not long after you left Manchester, which you knew, but you never made an effort to meet up with her since you had moved. You slightly frowned when you recognised the girl to her right: her girlfriend, hence your decision not to contact her. A mixture of curiosity and boredom caused you to go to her profile and scroll down to 4 years ago, around the time the two of you met. Oh how you cursed at instagram for still not having changed the double tap feature, when your thumb accidentally slipped and you unintentionally liked a photo from 4 years ago. You immediately undid your action and contemplated just deleting your account all together. But then you realised she had half a million followers, so you prayed your blunder would just go unnoticed. But it didn’t, apparently.

“I live right around the corner actually.” You said quickly, hoping to avoid having to explain your instagram antics. “Wait, you live here?In Barcelona?” She asked, her face expressing both excitement and confusion. “Yeah, I do. Just moved here two months ago.” An awkward silence ensued as you started feeling guilty for not contacting her. “Y/N/N, who’s this?” Amy, who apparently left the loungeset, interrupted the somewhat painful stares between the two of you. “Hi, I’m Ona” Ona smiled. Amy seemed to recognise that name, because she waited a while before responding, looking at the both of you with narrowed eyes as if investigating. “Hold up,” she finally spoke “are you THE Ona, from the magical Manchester lovestory!?” The both of you turned red at her loud outcry, immediately looking at anything but each other. “I’m Amy, by the way.” She said, slightly smirking. “Nice to meet you Amy.” Ona said as a slight smile reappeared on her face. “Oh wait.” The smile quickly turned in to a look of pure shame. “Yes, I’m that Amy, creditcard Amy.” Amy laughed out loud at the furious glances you sent her way. “Yeah, sorry about that” Ona giggled awkwardly. “Alright, I’ll just be over there.” Amy walked back to the loungeset, still audibly giggling about the whole situation.

“Sorry about her.” You said when she was far enough away. “That’s okay,” Ona smiled “after all, I did convince you to steal her money.” Both of you chuckled at the memory. “I’m actually kind of in a hurry though, so I have to run now.” She said, apologetically. “But let’s hang out sometime, to properly catch up.” She quickly hugged you again before grabbing a coffee to go and heading out again. You highly suspected that she just said that last part as a courtesy, so you chose not to contact her and instead wait for her to reach out.

You spend the rest of the day showing Amy around your new neighbourhood. It felt great to have your best friend by your side again, and the two of you truly had a blast, even though she repeatedly teased you about the uncomfortable interaction from earlier that day. You hardly touched your phone all day, so when you got home at the end of the day, you had a few notifications.

Mom❤️: How are you dear? Remember to wish uncle Dan a happy birthday. Also tell Amy I said hi. Call soon?

Martí☕: Tomorrow we have your favourite carrot cake again!

Loser bro💩: Hey sis, mom told me to tell you to wish uncle Dan a happy birthday. Also you stink, I can smell you from here. Kinda miss u tho lil bit, BUT U STINK🤢

You chuckled at your screen. When you scrolled down you saw an instagram notification from Ona. You opened it right away, thinking she might want to meet up after all, but it wasn’t a message.

[ona.batlle has liked your photo]

You were a little confused, because you hadn’t posted anything recently, but when you clicked on it you saw that it was a photo from 4 years ago. You quietly chuckled to yourself at her teasing. You saw she was online, so you decided to message her about it, to which she immediately replied.

You: Who’s stalking who exactly? 😏

Ona: Guess were even now 🙃

Ona: Although you did move to my city..

You: Fair enough

Even though the conversation was very short, it still made up for some of the awkwardness from earlier, and it brought a wide smile to your face. The latter dit not go unnoticed by Amy, who discreetly approached you from behind to then snatch your phone out of your hand and see what made you grin like that. “AMES! Give that back!” “Oooo, sliding into her DMs now are we?” You chased her trough your apartment until she finally had to catch a breath and you took the opportunity to grab your phone out of her hands. You both sat back down on the couch as Amy looked at you expectantly. “Sooooo-” “Shut up.” You cut her off. “What? The stars have finally aligned for you two! You live in the same city with neither of you planning to move and you both clearly like each other. Like come on, Y/N/N, let romance win for once!” “Except they haven’t.” you mumbled. “Sorry?” “The stars, they haven’t aligned. She has a girlfriend.” You said sharply, your voice cracking. “Oh. I’m sorry Y/N/N.” She said softly, pulling you into a tight hug.

The next day Amy cooled it significantly with the Ona teasing. She had clearly already moved on as she tried to set you up with every random person you met during the day. It led to some rather humiliating interactions, but you had fun nonetheless, and you had to admit it was nice to take your mind of things. Towards the end of the day however, you received a message that brought your mind right back to were it had been most of yesterday. It was from Ona. She forwarded you a post, with a smirk face next to it. You clicked on it to find a promo for a Lion King musical revival. You felt your heart rate accelerate slightly. You didn’t know how to respond, so you chose to go with a safe option and just replied with the same smirk emoji.

Ona: Sooo is that a yes?

You: Was there a question?

Ona: You are impossible.

Ona: Do you want to go?

You: Sorry :)

You: It sounds amazing, I would love to go.

Ona: Are you free tonight?

“Ames?” You called out. “What’s up?” She came running from the kitchen. “Would it be okay if I left you alone for a bit tonight?” She audibly gasped. “Depends, why?” She asked, a smirk started to grow on her face as she had a hunch what this could be about. “Ona may have asked me to go see the Lion King revival.” You mumbled. “Yes, YES, a thousand times YES! Romance is in the air! I’ll book a hotel so you can have this place all to yourself and you know, bring her home afterwards.” The smirk on her face grew even wider. “She still has a girlfriend Ames. This is just a friend thing.” “Are you sure about that? Maybe you should actually ask her. I mean it’s the Lion King for fucks sake, the LION KING Y/N/N. Can you feel the love tonight, because I can!” As she kept on rambling for a while, your focus went back to your phone.

You: Tonight it is :)

Ona: Great, it’s a date ;)

“Y/N? What’s up?” Amy said, noticing your flustered expression and the blush spreading across your face. “She said, and I quote: it’s a date.” “IT’S A DATE!” Amy exclaimed, as she pulled you off the couch to dance around the room, sending kissy faces your way and you couldn’t help but giggle at her antics. “Wait. We have to get you ready! What to wear, what to wear!?” She started running around frantically, like the true drama queen she is.

You met up with Ona at the theater about an hour later. “Hi.” she said, with a shy smile on her face. “Hi.” You replied. “Sorry again about yesterday. It was all just a little weird.” “So you felt that too huh?” She said, looking slightly relieved. “I guess it had just been a while.” “Yeah, I guess.” The conversation fell quiet as you stood in line waiting to get your tickets scanned. “It’s still a little awkward isn’t it?” She finally asked. “Yes it is.” You admitted, and you both chuckled quietly. The truth was, you weren’t quite sure how to act around her. You had only ever been flirty with her, but now she had a girlfriend, so you tried your very best to just be friendly. The fact that she (presumably jokingly) called it a date however, did not make acting platonic any easier.

“Do you want to get a drink first?” She asked once you were both inside. “Yes please.” You answered, hoping it might take the edge off things. Ona ordered two glasses of wine and then sat down on a bench, waiting for you to join her. You sat down next to her, and immediately noticed her eying the obvious gap you left between the two of you. Everything you seemed to do in an attempt to not make her uncomfortable, seemed to make things so much more awkward and therefore make her even more uncomfortable. Maybe going out with her was a mistake. Even though it had been 4 years, there was just something about her that made you want to jump her bones right then and there. That could never happen though, so here you were, repressing everything you felt for her. Ona seemed to have noticed your mind had started to spiral, as she carefully put her hand on your shoulder to make you look at her instead of your feet. “Hey, Y/N, remember: Hakuna Matata.” Butterflies crept up your stomach as you let her words sink in. Thankfully the theater bell went, signalling that the show was about to start, because you must have been staring at her with obvious heart eyes for way too long.

The musical was incredible. The music, the costumes, the decor, everything was executed to perfection. At one point Ona put her hand on the armrest in between you, ever so slightly caressing your hand that had already been on there. You had been tempted to move your hand closer to hers, but instead you pulled it away. Apart from that moment the musical had been a welcome distraction. When the curtain closed, you both remained in your seat for a bit, recovering from the spectacle you had just witnessed. “Want to take a walk so we can properly catch up?” She finally asked.

As you walked the beautiful streets of Barcelona by night together, you successfully made small talk, catching up on each others lives. You were proud of the comfortable platonic atmosphere you finally seemed to have created, when she suddenly stopped in her tracks. “I need to show you something.” She said. You turned around to look at her and she pulled out something from under the collar of her shirt. It was the golden necklace with the little lion on it you had left her back in Manchester. She still had it. You just looked at her, too stunned to speak. All your efforts to keep things friendly and suppress your feelings and here you were, heart beating like a maniac. “You still have that?” You asked quietly, taking a step forward to take the little lion in your hand and have a closer look at it. You looked back up and there was a moment when your noses almost touched. You looked into her eyes and you were sure you caught her looking at your lips for a second. You immediately realised you were standing way to close, and quickly backed away heart still racing uncontrollably. “Ona, I erm- I think I should go home.” You said. “Oh, okay.” She said, suddenly staring at the pavement, disappointment clear in her voice. You went in to give her a quick hug when she looked at you and asked softly: “Did I do something wrong?” “No, no, of course not. I’m just not feeling very well, sorry.” You hastily hugged her goodbye and turned around to walk away, not wanting her to spot your eyes tearing up.

“Oh no, you’re back way too soon.” Amy said from the couch when she heard you enter your apartment. “Y/N/N, you okay?” She asked when you didn’t respond. You still didn’t answer, instead you just plopped down next to her as she opened up her arms for you to cuddle up against her. “That bad huh?” You nodded. You enjoyed the comfort of your best friends arms for a while before she sat you up straight. “Want to tell me what happened?”

You recounted all the events of the night as you sniffled softly in between sentences. “Y/N/N,” Amy said when you were done “she was very clearly coming on to you. This is in no way platonic.” “Well I don’t know what to tell you Ames, she has a girlfr-” “Does she? Doesn’t sound like it. And if she does I’m not sure they are in a good place right now.”

A couple of days went by without any form of contact between you and Ona. Luckily you had Amy by your side the whole time to distract you from spiralling about the whole situation you brought onto yourself. Unfortunately, she eventually had to go back to her life in Paris, to make a family or whatever, so you dropped her off at the airport and hour before her flight. “Damn it.” She said as you walked into the airport together. “3 hour delay.” “That means I get to spend 3 more hours with you!” You cheered. “What do you want to do first? People-watching? Eat a whole Toblerone? Go plane spotting?” You suggested. “You don’t have to stay you know.” She giggled. “No I want to. It’ll be fun!” “Alright then, I’m going to find a toilet. You find us a nice people-watching spot.” You sat down at the bench with the best view of the airport hallway and pulled out your phone to scroll through instagram. You came across a picture of Ona at a restaurant with her teammates. Without thinking too much about it you liked the post. Hardly ten seconds past before you got a notification. A message from Ona.

Ona: Hey

You: Hi

Ona: Can we maybe talk?

You: Sure

Ona: Like in person

You: When?

Ona: Now?

You were too busy staring at your phone when Amy suddenly hit your shoulders from behind, making you jump in your seat. “Your doing people-watching all wrong.” She joked. You hastily put your phone away. “What was that?” Amy asked, upon noticing your secretive behaviour. “Nothing.” “Y/N/N, don’t do this again. What’s going on?” “She asked if we can talk, like now.” You admitted. “Just go.” Amy said. “No, no, I can’t just leave you alone here, I-” “Y/N. Y/M/N. Y/L/N. I refuse to stand in the way of true love. Please go talk to her.” She said dramatically. “You sure?” “Yes! Now go!” You pulled Amy into a tight embrace and thanked her for everything. After a while she pulled away and pushed you towards the exit. “Stop wasting time, go get your girl!”

You sat at the edge of your couch, fidgeting with your bracelet when the ringing of the doorbell had you suddenly shoot straight up. Upon opening your front door you saw Ona, but you weren’t met with the usual cute smile. Instead her face portrayed a both nervous and somber expression.

“Hi”

Part 4 out now!

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royalwildswriting · 6 months

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↳ bucky barnes x reader → ❝first glance❞

summary: bucky is a regular at the coffee shop you work at and you find yourself enamored with the mysterious man. as you get to know him you realize he has secrets he’s not ready to reveal but that doesn’t mean others won’t. word count: 5.3k+ tags/warnings: fluff, angst, strangers to lovers a/n: this is a fic from my ao3, i decided to repost it here to start out this blog. if i'm being honest i don't remember what happens in this story lol

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sequel sweet dreams

At first glance, James Buchanan Barnes was a normal man. An extremely handsome man but a normal man. That’s what you thought the first time he came into the coffee shop you worked at. You saw a lot of people come through every day but he always stood out to you. He was tall and handsome but he had a look in his brown eyes that pulled you in. It was almost sad, something about him said to stay away but that only pulled you in more.

It was understandably frowned upon to flirt with customers, not that you were the type to flirt with someone in the first place. Even if you did show interest in him you doubted he would return it. So you continued through life normally but you found it was hard to shake the thought of him.

Daydreams of the handsome man that stopped by every morning at the same time and ordered the same black coffee every day were a common occurrence. It was nice to imagine him asking for your number or him offering to walk you home because it was dark out after your shift. If you were feeling really dramatic you could imagine him pulling you out of the street just in time to avoid a car. You sighed as you finished making a customer's coffee. This wasn’t a movie, he wasn’t some Avenger that was going to save you from a perilous scene.

Glancing at the clock you saw it was about time for him to show up. Ten minutes passed and there was no sign of him. An hour later you found yourself worried. You internally sighed at yourself, you knew it wasn’t healthy to worry about a stranger so much. Maybe he was on vacation. Maybe he just didn’t want coffee today. Maybe he was hurt. You shook your head. Just focus on getting done with this shift.

“Welcome.” You at the chime of the bell on the door without looking to see who had walked in. Looking up from cleaning the counter you were surprised to see just the man you had been worried about. Even with the counter between you and him, the height difference felt big. “Oh, you’re late.” You said without thinking. He raised an eyebrow.

“Accidentally slept in.” He explained. “You keep track of all your customers.”

“I’m sorry.” You stuttered out your face warming up. “Just the regulars I guess.” You said sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. It wasn’t exactly a lie, you did notice when other regulars missed a day but not usually when they were an hour late.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He said. “Perks of small coffee shops.”

You smiled at him nervously. This was the most you had ever talked to him. It was hard to miss how tied he looked, the bags under his eyes. Maybe he should have slept in more.

“Black coffee?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He replied handing the cash over.

A few moments later you had his coffee in hand but a thought popped into your head. You grabbed one of the fresh blueberry muffins. Moving back to the counter you handed him his drink before handing him the blueberry muffin. You watched as he raised his eyes at the sight of the pastry.

“You look like you could use it.” You said. “Unless you don’t like blueberries, I can grab something else-”

“I like blueberries.” He said cutting off your nervous rambling. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” He said with a smile that made your heart flutter. For just a moment you saw a warmth in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “My name’s Bucky, by the way.”

“Bucky. Nice to meet you.” You said before giving him your name.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t think about that encounter for longer than necessary. I mean how could you get someone like that out of your head. Especially his smile, it was the first time you had ever seen him smile.

The next day you had off of work. You were more than excited to spend the day doing whatever you wanted. Your day was planned out, you had some errands to run but you also were going to stop by your favorite book store and a few other fun things. Your day was going nicely but the last thing you expected was to run into Bucky.

He was easy to spot even in the crowded street. For a moment you panicked, should you say hello or keep walking? Your nervous inner dialogue was interrupted by the look on his face. He looked lost, almost out of it.

Before you could overthink it you walked up to him and touched his arm.

“Bucky?” You questioned. “Are you okay?”

Bucky looked down at you, eyes wide. For a moment it looked like he was taking in his surroundings, almost in a frantic manner.

“I’m sorry.” He said, he sounded stressed out. “I got lost in thought.”

“Don’t apologize. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You said.

“I’m fine, thank you.” He said. “Not used to seeing you without an apron.” He joked.

“With how much I work I’m not used to seeing myself without an apron.” You laughed. This was your shot, you weren’t working, you were having a nice conversation with him so far. “I was just about to get lunch around the corner, if you wanted to join me?” You offered. Mentally you high-fived yourself for saying that like a normal person and not some kind of stalker.

“Yeah, I was actually about to ask you if you were free for lunch.” He said. Wow, not only did he agree but he had been thinking the same thing. Maybe you weren’t the most hopeless person when it came to the dating scene. At least not today.

If you thought asking was nerve-wracking sitting across the table from him was even worse. Somehow every topic evaded you as you pretended to read the menu intently.

“Do you come here often?” He asked.

“Not a lot but I do like to come here after running some errands, it’s like a reward for being responsible on my day off instead of laying in bed and playing video games or reading.” You explained, Bucky smiled.

“What do you usually get?” He asked.

“The sandwiches are really good.” You said. “I like the turkey pesto sandwich and you can get a salad or soup with it. I’ve never had anything I didn’t like here.”

You were thankful for the food-related conversation until you could come up with a normal question to ask him. The waitress came over to take your orders, you didn’t miss the way she eyed Bucky. You couldn’t blame her. You did the same thing at work. After she took both of your orders you moved to take a drink of your water but in your nerve-fueled clumsiness, you knocked your sunglasses that had been sitting on the table onto the ground.

“Oops, I’m sorry.” You said reaching for them but Bucky was quicker grabbing them and handing them back to you. His gloved hand brushes yours as he places them in the palm of your hand. “Thank you.”

It’s hard not to wonder why he always wears gloves, you can’t recall ever seeing him without them even on warm days. You aren’t the type to ask pressing questions, especially after barely knowing him. What if he had some skin problem? It would be rude to call him out or make him feel like he had to explain.

“Are you from New York originally?” He asked.

“No, I'm actually from California.” You explained. “I came here for school but then the blip happened. The school shut down, most of the professors were gone. My family was all gone, there was no point in going back home so I stayed here. I guess I lost my motivation to go to school after everything. Then since everyone’s been back I haven’t been able to face my family, five years I had no one. No one had hope,” You paused, it was hard reflecting on that time. “How am I supposed to be the same person my parents remembered me as?”

Bucky stared at you intently as you realized how deep things had gotten. His look wasn’t one of judgment or even awkwardness at the heavy subject, he looked at you like he understood.

“I’m sorry, I guess I haven’t really talked about it to anyone. That was a lot.” You said sheepishly.

“It’s okay, I understand.” He didn’t elaborate but you could feel he meant it. You wondered if he had disappeared with the blip or not but you didn’t want to pry.

Lunch went well, after the heavy subject things lightened up and you found yourself really enjoying his company. You were glad you had been brave enough to ask him.

“Could I get your number?” He asked as the two of you exited the cafe. You were surprised at how sheepish he had asked. He didn’t seem like the type who would be shy. No doubt he had a lot of women after him.

“Yeah, of course.” You said handing him your phone with the contact open. He typed his number in and handed it back. You send him a quick text to give him your number. “This was really nice.”

“I’d like to do this again sometime.” He said.

“I’d like that.” You smiled.

With a bit of bravery and chance, you had finally gotten to spend time with your coffee shop crush. The reality of it was now hitting you. He liked you enough to at least spend lunch with you and offer to do it again. Now your crush felt less like a daydream and more real.

Work was interesting, seeing Bucky had been the highlight of your shift before but now it was pretty much the consistent highlight of your day. Instead of just ordering your encounter with him usually entailed some talk about your day or what book you had read recently. It turned out Bucky was more than happy to take book recommendations which led to the two of you having a good conversation about whatever books he had read. It was nice to not only talk about something you enjoyed but to have something to bond over with your new friend.

Getting a text from Bucky was a common occurrence. Your conversations would linger through the day. You often teased him about how he texted like an old man. You promised to teach him how to text like a normal person one day. It wasn’t rare for you or him to talk about hanging out more but you had been taking a lot of shifts at work and Bucky had his own things going on even if he didn’t exactly give many details.

It was late, somehow your morning shift had turned into working an entire day at the coffee shop which you doubted was legal but you wouldn’t complain about getting some overtime. Closing was always a pain but you finally had finished. You had been complaining to Bucky over text all day about work.

Locking up the store you nearly screamed as you realized someone was standing behind you in the dark.

“I’m sorry,” The familiar voice of Bucky said. Realizing it was him you let out a breath.

“You almost scared me to death.” You said clutching your chest. “I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized.

“It’s okay, I’m not used to closing.” You said. It surprised you just how dark it was around your workplace, evidently, the city couldn’t keep up on their streetlights. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just thought it’s dark out and I know it’s not always safe around here, I thought I could walk you home if you don’t mind.” He said.

It was hard to keep your heart from fluttering at his words. You didn’t think that men thought that way anymore, it seemed most guys these days thought more of what they could get out of a relationship than what they could do for someone else. Not that he was your boyfriend or anything.

“That’s really sweet, Bucky.” You said. “I’d love that.”

Bucky wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t the best place to be at night, and walking home in the dark always made you nervous. One of the reasons you preferred the morning shift. Tonight you didn’t have to worry about that thankfully.

The two of you walked along the sidewalk talking about different things. Bucky was an interesting person to talk to. He had a lot of personality but at the same time, it felt like he was holding back sometimes. Maybe not holding back but like there was a wall. You could understand. After the blip, it was hard to be yourself, more often than not you felt like a ghost of who you used to be. With Bucky, you could feel that person returning.

It was hard to resist the curiosity that burned in you sometimes. What was he holding back? Why did he wear gloves all the time? Why did he act so old-fashioned sometimes? You supposed there were most likely normal answers to all of those questions. He probably went through some trauma like most of the world if not all had recently. You were either blipped and came back to a different world or you had to survive losing the people you cared for the most. Like you thought before about the gloves he probably had a skin condition and him being old-fashioned could be he was raised by his grandparents.

In the back of your head, your head that was filled with too many mystery novels and fantasy stories, you wondered if it all added up to something else. A girl could dream. Growing up with your head in a book really left a lot to be desired when real-life showed you how plain it could be.

Granted you did live in a world where there were superheroes and villains who made half the population disappear. You doubted you would ever dip your toe into any of that excitement. It was probably for the better, you certainly didn’t have any powers and you didn’t think you were tough enough for any of that.

“Thank you for walking me home, Bucky.” You said stopping in front of your apartment building. “Seriously, that’s really thoughtful of you. It made my exhausting day a lot better.”

“Of course.” He said. “Before you go I wanted to ask if you wanted to get dinner tomorrow.”

“That sounds great, we can talk about that new book you got. You have to get to chapter five by tomorrow!” You told him.

“I’ll try and do that.” He smiled.

You headed into your apartment feeling a lot lighter than you had getting off of work.

Oblivious felt like a strong word to use for yourself, especially considering you thought you were quite observant but Bucky was a blindspot if you ever had one. In hindsight, you could see the signs, the slight sound of nervousness in his voice or maybe the way he leaned towards you ever so slightly. The clearest sign was the face he made when you agreed so casually. You had a long day in your defense.

When you opened your apartment door to Bucky standing there in a nice shirt and slacks with a bouquet of flowers it hit you like a train.

He asked you out on a date.

You stared at him blankly for a second. Could you play it off like you totally knew the whole time? Maybe but you were wearing jeans and a shirt and it felt hardly appropriate.

“I’m realizing that I may have misinterpreted things and I am underdressed.” You said. Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“You mean,” He paused for a moment. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” You said shamefully.

“If you don’t want to go we don’t have to, you can pretend this never happened.” He offered. Bless his heart.

“No, no!” You said shaking your hands. “I want to but can I change real quick?”

“Of course.” He said.

“Here, come inside.” You said pulling him into your apartment. “I’m so sorry, just a second.”

Maybe it was good you didn’t know or else you probably would have spent three hours trying to get ready. The pressure of trying to keep him from waiting too long was a good incentive to pick an outfit fast. You grabbed your go-to ‘nice occasion’ dress and threw it on. It wasn’t too dressy but it wasn’t overly casual. The rest of your look would just have to do.

“I’m sorry, I tried to hurry.” You said. Bucky stood from his place on the couch he had been sitting at.

“You look beautiful.” He said. His intense brown eyes bore into yours.

“You look really nice, a lot more prepared than me.” You laughed sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, I should have made it more clear. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date.” He admitted.

“I can be a bit oblivious when it comes to these things, it’s not your fault.” You told him. “It’s been a long time for me too.”

For being absolutely mentally unprepared for a date it went well. Better than well. You loved being around Bucky, talking to him, laughing with him. There was something about his presence that made you feel safe. He was kind and caring, almost too good to be true.

That night was the beginning of something beautiful, you spent most of your free time with Bucky. Most nights he would hang out with you at your apartment and read together, talking about the books and eating dinner. It was peaceful. A part of you was shocked at how easily you fell into a comfortable routine with him. It was domestic but you liked it.

The two of you sat together on your couch as rain poured against the window. You leaned against Bucky as you flipped the page of your book. It had been a few weeks of dating now and you hadn’t yet kissed Bucky. You weren’t exactly sure what the timeline was with these things and he hadn’t made a move and you were nervous. The scene in your book had brought the subject up in your mind. The female lead had finally kissed her love interest, it was dramatic and passionate after a near-death experience. You weren’t expecting that for you and Bucky but you wondered when the right time was.

Tilting your head up you looked at Bucky as he looked at his book with focused eyes. You took in his strong handsome features.

“Can I help you, doll?” He said glancing at you.

“Just looking.” You said.

“Not much of a sight.” He joked.

“I’d disagree.” You smiled. This moment felt perfect, your head resting against his chest was comforting. A light blush dusted his cheeks.

Just like that, the moment was calm and warm and you felt it was the perfect time. You leaned up ever so slightly and he quickly caught on. His gloved hand moved to your cheek, guiding you softly to him as your lips brushed.

After a moment you pulled back taking a deep breath. His brown eyes were soft and warm. You turned, sitting up more so you could go in for another kiss. You grasped his left bicep for stability, as you did you felt him freeze. Instead of the soft give, you expected it was hard as a wall. You tried your best not to react and went in for the kiss.

Your mind raced to try to understand what you had felt. Did he have a prosthetic arm? Was that why he wore the gloves to cover it up? You were glad that you didn’t bring it up. If he was self-conscious about it you weren’t going to make him feel like he had to talk about it. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to know but you respected his privacy too much to be nosey.

Bucky went with your ignorance and you never questioned him. He would tell you when he was ready and you wouldn’t force it.

More time passed and while the questions you had were in the background of your mind you never pushed. You loved what you had with Bucky and you wouldn’t ruin it.

It was nice falling into the rhythm of life with Bucky. It was comfortable. The last thing you expected was for things to be shattered.

See you later ;)

You shook your head with a laugh at Bucky’s text. He was using emoticons which was a step up from nothing but he still texted like an old man and you wouldn’t stop teasing him until he did.

The two of you had a date planned later, you were looking forward to getting dressed up and going out with him. Your shift was almost over and then you were free.

This time you had planned out a whole look, you had even gotten a dress for the date. It was modern with a vintage inspiration. Taking your time to do your hair and makeup you were going to look good tonight.

Bucky had sent you the address but told you that it was a surprise. You could look up what the place was but you didn’t want to ruin it. It wasn’t far from your apartment so you decided to walk. The night was nice and you found yourself with a pep in your step on the way there.

It happened so fast. A car pulled up and two men hopped out. Before you could do anything they grabbed you and dragged you in. You struggled against them but a cloth was put over your face and everything faded to black.

Waking up you found yourself in a dark room. You felt sore, hands bound behind your back, and stuck to a chair.

“You’re probably confused.” A voice said. “Why would a nice girl like you end up in a situation like this. Maybe it’s just the wrong time, the wrong place. It’s not.”

“Who are you?” You asked, voice raw.

“That doesn’t matter. You should be asking who your boyfriend is.” He said. How did Bucky have anything to do with this.

A light flickered and a projection lit up the wall. Surveillance footage shown on the screen.

“You’re probably thinking you found a nice guy. No secrets, no skeletons in his closet but you haven’t.” He said.

The video continued to play, it was hard to make out what was happening. A man ran on the sidewalk, it looked like he was being chased. It was almost a blur the way the figure entered the scene. In all black, this man grabbed the other man by the throat and pinned him against the wall. The man struggled before going limp.

The screen cut to another scene, a hotel lobby, a man running, the same figure in black again with a gun. The man fleeing dropped dead as a shot rang out.

It kept going, people being killed by this man in black with long hair and a mask. You were confused, why was this being shown to you. Who was this man?

The next video was close, it looked more recent than the other ones. The camera was in a point of view perspective. The man in black approached, his left arm was made of shining metal. The man struggled with the assassin before he took a hit, the black mask falling off.

“No.” You breathed out. The assassin’s face was familiar to you, it was your boyfriend. It was Bucky.

“This man has killed countless people, killed my family.” He said. “I’m going to make him pay.”

“He wouldn’t, he’s not like that.” You said, tears burning in your eyes. Bucky wouldn’t, he was so kind. Your Bucky couldn’t do that. “He couldn’t.”

“He did.” The man said. “Should I play more, how much will it take to make you realize.”

“Please don’t.” You cried, your head hanging down. You couldn’t stand to see anymore. You couldn’t believe this.

“It doesn’t matter.” He said. “He’ll be here soon no doubt. I wouldn’t want you looking unscathed.”

The man approached you before hitting you across the face. The pain burning in your cheek tried to distract you from what you just found out. How could that be your Bucky? Another strike across the face.

“I can’t kill him but I can take away the one thing he cares about.” The man said.

“Please don’t kill me.”

“I’m not going to kill you, that would be too easy. No, the pain of the woman he cares about hating him for the monster he is is the best revenge I could ever have.”

It felt like forever, the man had hurt you no doubt leaving bruises and cuts all over you. You didn’t know if you could feel any worse both inside and out.

A loud crash brought you out of your miserable state. Your head felt dizzy from pain as you tried to look around. Noises continued until the door slammed open revealing Bucky. He caught sight of you and rushed to your side.

“Doll, are you okay?” He asked, his voice sounded so small and scared. Your blurry eyes tried to focus on him.

“Bucky.” You said. A part of you was relieved to see him, to have his strong hands on your arms. The comfort that washed over you was quickly replaced with the ice of remembering what you had learned. You were so tired mentally and physically all you could do was cry.

Bucky untied you, as he did the man who had planned this all entered.

“You must be thinking you did it, you saved the girl in time before something terrible happened.” He said. “But you’re too late. She knows who you really are now and nothing you can do will ever change that.”

Bucky’s eyes widened, quickly understanding what he was saying. He didn’t hesitate in taking the man down, handcuffing him, and leaving him on the ground. He returned to you, kneeling in front of you.

“Doll, I have a lot to explain if you’ll let me but I need to get you to a hospital first.” He said. You nodded weakly, too tired to do anything else. Bucky carefully gathered you in his arms, arms that had killed so many people. He walked the both of you out.

While your injuries were painful, they weren’t severe. You didn’t have a concussion or any permanent damage. You were bandaged up, prescribed some pain pills, and sent home.

Bucky took you home and you wondered what could possibly be explained about what you had learned. Had he been killing people all this time? Was that what he was doing when you weren’t with him. How could you be so blind?

Bucky helped you into your apartment and settled you on the chaise lounge part of your couch, fluffing the pillows around you before going to the kitchen. He returned with some toast, a glass of water, and your pain pills.

“I can explain everything now or you can get some sleep first. Or I can walk out that door and never come back if that’s what you want.” He said.

“I want to know. He showed me videos. It was you but I can’t believe it was you.” Tears started to well up in your eyes again.

“It is but it also isn’t.” He said sitting down carefully by you but not close as he usually would. “It’s a really long story and it’s going to sound unreal but I promise you it’s the truth.”

“Okay.” You said.

“I was born in 1917, I was best friends with Steve Rogers. When he became Captain America I worked side by side with him. When we were on a mission I fell from a train in the mountains to what people thought was my death. Hell, I thought it was my death until I woke up in a lab. I was turned into a super-soldier by Hydra and they brainwashed me into being an assassin. They froze me and every time they needed something done they brought me out to take care of it. I’ve killed a lot of people, good and bad. It wasn’t my choice but it was me.” He explained.

You stared at him blankly. Your boyfriend was one hundred and six years old and a former brainwashed assassin. That wasn’t what you were expecting. And he was friends with Captain America.

“So is Steve Roger’s really on the moon?” You asked. Bucky’s serious expression broke as he let out a loud laugh.

“I give you all that and that’s what you have to ask?” He laughed.

“Felt like the safest question.” You said.

“I was expecting something like, are you still brainwashed or why didn’t you tell me.” He said.

“That felt a bit rude.”

“I lied to you about my past and you’re worried about being rude.”

“You didn’t really lie, just didn’t tell me everything. I can understand why it’s a bit heavy for a first date.” You said. Bucky gave you a soft smile. “The way you avoided the Steve question makes me think he’s on the moon, to be honest.” Bucky laughed.

“He’s not on the moon,” Bucky answered. “How can you be so casual about this.”

“Well first of all I’m on pain meds, second I didn’t want to believe what he told me. What he showed me.” You said. “I couldn’t believe that was you but it wasn’t you. If you were brainwashed that wasn’t you.”

Bucky stared at you in disbelief.

“Just like that.” He said.

“I’m not saying that I don’t have any questions or I’m not still a bit shaken but Bucky, I love you. You’re an amazing man and it’s going to take more than that to scare me away.” You said.

“If that doesn’t do it then I think you might be unscarable.” He said. “I love you too, more than I thought was even possible.”

Bucky leaned in for a soft kiss, his gloved hand brushing against your cheek. You melted into the kiss. Once he leaned back you touched his left arm, hand sliding down to his hand.

“Can I?” You asked, touching the top of the glove. He nodded softly. You pulled the glove off to reveal the black metal arm. You reached to the top of his jacket for the zipper looking into his brown eyes for another ‘okay’. You zipped it down sliding it off. The arm was amazing, the gold detail was intricate. “It’s beautiful.” You said looking up at him. You slide your hand into his, intertwining your fingers with his.

Bucky couldn’t resist leaning in for another kiss overwhelmed with emotion for you.

“I love you so much.” He said against your lips.

“I love you too. All of you.” You said.

After the intimate moment, you found yourself overcome with drowsiness. Bucky noticed this and helped you to your bed, getting you comfortable.

“Please stay with me.” You asked.

“Okay.” He said sitting down on your bed. You leaned over pulling tugging at his arm.

“Can you hold me?” You asked.

“Oh.” He said. Getting into bed with you, you didn’t hesitate to curl up on his chest. He wrapped his arm around you pulling you close, resting his head against you.

“Thank you, for everything.” You said.

“I should be apologizing.” He said.

“It wasn’t the best of circumstances but I’m here with you and I feel even closer to you now. I see that as a win.” You explained.

“I love you.” He said again. “Sleep now, I’ll be right here. You’ll be safe with me.”

“My hero.” You said as you nuzzled into his chest.

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just here to peer pressure you even more into writing part 2 of steve and yn’s secret relationship!!!!!!

ummm, absolutely….I couldn’t resist ;)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

warning(s): fluffy goodness, slight sexual mentions... mike wheeler

a/n: hi everyone! I just wanted to thank everyone for the responses to the first part of this. I never thought it would become what it has. But I’m so grateful! Your feedback and comments mean the world, thank you, thank you, thank you! And I hope you enjoy this little sequel!!! <3

part one

• ж • ж •

“Fuck sakes man.” Mike snaps, looking down to his wrist signalling the time. “What are we waiting here for?”

It’s that kind of complaining that makes Mike your least favourite. You hate yourself for thinking that, but it’s kind of just how it is. Because you try so hard not to pick favourites; you guess he’s just done a good job of making sure he’s on the bottom of that definitely non-existent list.

“Steve said they’d only be a minute or two.” Robin replies. Like Mike, she’s a tad antsy, but for a much different reason. She’s ever so curious as to what Steve had deemed was so important that he needed to gather everyone in his living room, on this very uneventful Saturday afternoon mind you, to tell them.

She’s never been good at waiting. Evidently, neither has Mike, (as you’re becoming more and more aware).

“A minute or two my ass…” He quips with a huff.

You roll your eyes in annoyance, because not only do you have it on good authority (from his mother no less) that he has nothing better to be doing, he’s not even wearing a watch. The impatient little bastard…he probably just came here to use the pool, you think.

“You know man,” Robin starts, gaze narrowing in on the younger Wheeler, “you’ve got a bit of an attitude problem.”

“Oh do I?” Mike’s tone is equally condescending. “I totally wasn’t aware.”

“Mike.” Nancy hisses from beside him. Jonathan is sitting on her other side, trying (and failing) to hide the bemused smile that’s sneaking onto his face. You can hear a couple hushed giggles make their way around the room, the kids thoroughly enjoying the back and forth between Robin and the Wheeler siblings.

Mike shoots Nancy an intense glare, deep coffee orbs pouring with disinterest. He just wants to get out to the pool.

When Steve finally enters the room, he looks utterly terrified. And it’s funny, because you’ve seen this man fight extraterrestrial beings, monsters people can only dream of, and this is the most scared you think you’ve ever seen him.

Eddie saunters in behind him, grin shit eatingly cocky, as he takes a seat next to Max and Lucas on one of the Harrington’s many couches. You can only assume what they’d been talking about, hoping Eddie’s likely encouragement hadn’t been too much. Eddie has a bad habit of scaring people into not doing things, simply because his enthusiasm can be so off putting.

In a sea of panic, Steve’s eyes find yours: ‘we doing this?’ they ask. They’re swimming in pools of fear.

You smile with a gentle nod. ‘Everything’s going to be okay.’

For a second you think you see him relax a little, until your brief moment of reprieve is interrupted as El and Max simultaneously squeal, “C’mon!” They’re just as impatient as the rest of them.

Robin agrees. “Yeah dude, dying with excitement over here.”

“Okay okay.” You hush everyone. Grasping Steve’s hand comfortingly, you lead him to the centre of the room. Standing in front of them, you take a moment to smile, nudging Steve in reassurance.

You can feel the anticipation in the atmosphere, and a little something extra coming from Mike’s direction. Restlessness maybe, or agitation? Whatever it is, you can feel it brutally.

“We’re–” he struggles, a lump catching in his throat. Steve knows that Eddie’s heart really is in the right place, but his gaze is anything but comforting. If the word eager had a face, it’d be Eddie’s, and it’s only making him more nervous. “We’ve got something to tell you.” He finally manages.

Mike groans. “We gathered that Captain Obvious.”

That earns another glare from Nancy, and a piercing stare from you. El almost whacks him with a magazine that’s laying on the coffee table. Powers or no, she’s entirely capable of putting him in his place. Because at this point, even she can see how anxious Steve is.

And quite frankly, no one enjoys seeing him this way, except for maybe Dustin (and Eddie). They’re so used to Steve being this rock, a playful and fun rock, but a rock nonetheless, that it’s strange to see him like this.

“Woah dude!” Humour and sarcasm seep through Dustin’s voice as he directs his attention to Steve, trying to lighten the mood “You’re not gonna tell us you’re pregnant are you?”

Robin chokes out a laugh. “Could you imagine?” The pairs of eyes that turn to her are unsettling. She shrinks slightly at the attention, almost unsure of herself. “I mean, could you?

Jonathan chuckles at her drastic drop in confidence, joining in with a mocking look of horror on his face. “I don’t think I want to.”

“Oh I do.” Is exactly the response you expected to come from Eddie. He looks proud of it too.

“Eddie.” Max recoils. “You’re a freak.”

A smug smile quirks his lips upward. With a hand to his chest, he accepts it as praise saying, “Thank you. That means a lot.”

You can sense the apprehension growing on Steve’s end. Usually he’d be eating this banter up, joining in and rousing everyone up. But he’s completely silent, having nearly turtled in on himself.

“Guys.” You interrupt firmly. “As much fun as this is…” You trail, your implication obvious.

If Steve hadn’t been so adamant about being the one to tell them about the two of you, you easily would have done it by now. But you want to respect his wishes. So you’re going to let him do it, no matter how long it takes.

“Go ahead Steve.” Nancy encourages him, a soft, sweet, and knowing smile on her lips.

“Okay, yeah, um. We’re uh–” Steve clears his throat with an apprehensive pause, “we’re together.” He says.

Now that he’s said it, the reality of it sets in, your nerves spiking. You hadn’t been worried until now.

His arms do this awkward gesture, a half flail, half choppy, chaotic swing. It totally would’ve made you laugh if you weren’t so nervous yourself. Had Steve’s living room always been this small?

Your gaze drifts, allowing yourself to look up. There’s a collection of different reactions forming on the faces of the people before you. A couple of them look knowing, (Nancy and Jonathan for sure) as if they’d been predicting this for some time now, and honestly…that’s fair. It’s not like you and Steve hadn’t been pining over each other for a couple of years or something…

Those reactions aren’t surprising. It’s the unreadable expressions on Dustin and Mike’s faces that get you. Irritable and fucking annoying Mike…of course he’d be the one to throw you a curveball.

“Like, together together?” Mike’s question catches you off guard.

You nod, confirming his inquiry. “Yes.” There’s a hesitance to your tone; you’re not sure what they’re thinking.

Urgently, Dustin jumps in. “Since when?”

“What?” Steve asks. He’s not confused by the line of questioning; it makes sense that he’d be curious. It’s the urgency with which he’s demanding an answer that has him puzzled.

“Answer the question Harrington.” Lucas implores. The silence is deafening.

“How long?” Dustin repeats with more vigour. Steve feels stuck. He doesn’t answer, afraid he’ll fumble.

“Jesus Christ.” Mike huffs. He looks just as desperate. You’d think they had money on the line…

Ohhhh, you see now. A smug quirk of your lips tells them you know.

“(Y/n), how long?” Dustin turns his gaze to you. This is quite amusing to watch.

You contemplate not telling them, because watching them squirm is really really fun, but instead you’re quick to answer, more curious as to who’s going to win. “Six months.” Is your reply.

Mike and Dustin both let out groans of defeat. “Fucking shit.” Mike says.

“You’re telling me I was one month off?” Dustin whines. “C’mon guys that’s gotta count for something!”

“No, no, no, no, no.” Lucas counters. “Will had six months. Therefore, he wins.”

Jonathan turns to his brother with a smile. “You guys had a bet? And you won?”

Will nods with a shrug. “I’m good at noticing things.”

His response is nonchalant, humble, and unassuming, much like him. It makes you proud to know that he cared to notice the little things between you and Steve, enough to pinpoint exactly when your relationship started.

“Damn.” Eddie’s voice cuts through the discourse of the group, effectively shutting everyone up. “I really thought I was the only one who knew.”

Steve chuckles softly, showing signs of relief for the first time this afternoon. “I did too.” He says to Eddie. “Honestly, when you asked me how long we’d been — you know” he gestures semi-crudely, and despite trying to be subtle, his implication is pretty clear to everyone, “my heart almost jumped out of my chest.”

“Hold on.” You interrupt, skipping past the part where Eddie asked how long you and Steve had been having sex, because of course he did... (that’s an adventure for another day). “Did any of you not know?”

Robin raises her hand sheepishly. “I didn’t.” She says. “But in my defence, I can barely focus on anything for more than thirty seconds.”

“I also didn’t.” Max adds. “And I have no excuse. I guess I just gave up hoping it would ever happen.”

Ouch…

“I had no idea.” El’s tone is the same brutally honest one that you’ve come to love. “If I did, I would have said something.” That’s definitely true.

Your gaze drifts over to the older teen couple, tilting your head slightly for an answer.

“I’m pretty aloof.” Jonathan smiles, “but I had an inkling.”

Nancy snorts. “Yeah, my inkling.”

Your face breaks into a smile. They complement each other perfectly.

Immense chatter emerges amongst the group, from Mike chastising El for not knowing, to Lucas teasing Max for being woefully unaware (which earns him a swift smack). And then there’s the pride on Jonathan’s face that Will won the bet (and Nancy’s smugness that Mike didn’t). It’s cute to watch everyone so animated, debating over when they knew, and how. The common theme being, it was bound to happen eventually.

“Feeling better about it?” You sweetly ask Steve.

He lets out a laugh. It’s relaxed, the kind that makes your heart flutter. “Yeah.” He replies. “I’m not sure why I was so worried.”

“Because,” you drag the word slowly and teasingly. “You love them. And you care what they think.”

Steve’s cheeks warm at the thought. Despite them being the biggest pains in the ass the majority of the time, he does love them, with everything he has. Sheepishly, with a hand rubbing at the back of his neck he says, “’Suppose so.” He gives you a tired grin, with a mocking sense of warning... “but please don’t tell them that. I can’t have them thinking I care about them too much, or I’ll have no control over them.”

You chuckle. “Like you have any control over them now.”

“Hey!” He swats in offence. “I’ll have you know that Will listens to me all the time.”

“That’s because Will is just about the most well behaved kid this planet has ever seen.” You say. “I wouldn’t exactly call that an accomplishment.”

You both watch as Will excitedly giggles, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas handing him the money they owe him. It’s cute, very wholesome.

On that note, you pause, thinking aloud, “I’m a little surprised Robin didn’t know.”

Steve scoffs. “Really? She’s too preoccupied with Vickie to notice anyone else.”

“Oh, you’re definitely right.” You laugh at the realization. Vickie really had consumed Robin’s every waking thought. But you’re happy for her.

“Say that again.” Steve’s voice is low and smug, damn him for being so charismatic.

You decide to play into his game. It’s not like he gets to hear it very often. Mimicking his sultry tone, you whisper, “You’re right.”

He revels in it, a soothing silence settling between you, as the booming of voices continue floating throughout the room.

You and Steve allow yourselves a moment to bask in it, as you lean back into his chest. He wraps his arms around you, draping his hands to clasp yours. You can feel his breathing, steady and calm, and you’re sure he can feel yours. Despite the chaotic mingling of nine voices it still feels peaceful.

The uncharacteristically quiet tenth voice however, makes its way over to you, grin wide and extra toothy.

“So...” Eddie’s tone drips like honey as he approaches. He likes seeing you two like this, happy and in love.

You can hear the smirk in his voice, his amber eyes piercing into yours and Steve’s like a man who’s never been more satisfied in his life. In his mind, this was his discovery after all (even if most of the kids, and Nancy had known for a long time)...

But that’s besides the point. This was his, and no one is going to tell him otherwise.

Deep brown orbs twinkling, he leans in to say, “Guess we know how long you two have been fucking.”

If it had have come from anyone else, you might have been more shocked. But it’s Eddie, so you’re not. You and Steve hum together in contentment, dopey smiles resting on your faces.

Guess we do...

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Unexpected 10

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Lloyd says little as he hands over his gibbering mother to his ever stoic father. The elder Hansen is barely bothered by his wife’s state so you assume it might not be all that unusual. Regardless, your wedding night has unfolded to a level of chaos beyond your comprehension. The worst part is your forced sobriety.

Your heels echo down the hall as you languish in silence. Is he angry? Surely you’ll find out when you get back to the room. You can’t worry about whatever’s brewing beneath the surface as your feet scream from the arch of the flimsy shoes.

As you turn the corner, your heel catches on the tacky carpet and you squeal in surprise as the shoe snaps and you’re sent stumbling forward. Before you can hit your knees, Lloyd has his arm around you, holding you tenuously above the bright pattern.

He angles you back to your feet only to swiftly scoop your up bridal style. Another squeak escapes your lips.

“Thanks,” you breathe, unsure what else to say.

“Well, it is our wedding night,” he shifts you in his arms.

“Uh, yeah,” you still find that fact hard to swallow.

“I know you’re fucking elated, sweetheart, you don’t gotta keep up that front,” he says smugly as he marches down the hall, “finally got a sugar daddy to keep you cozy–”

“Ew–”

“You say that now, but I get you on your back and your tune changes, don’t it, songbird?” He taunts as he stops and turns to face a door, “keycard’s in my pocket, dear, be a doll and find it for me?”

You sigh and awkwardly reach under his white jacket, brazing his firm muscles with your knuckles as you slide out the small plastic card. He bends his knees so you can scan it and the beep signals your success. You turn the handle and push the door in as he straightens.

“‘Oh, daddy, please let me play with your balls’,” he mockingly chimes, “‘oh, give it to me. Put another baby in me, dad–’”

“Knock it off,” you wriggle in his arms, “you’re so gross.”

“Baby, that’s part of the romance,” he winks, “you haven’t even seen my surprise.”

“Surprise?” You swallow, recalling his previous ones. That which led to you dangling over the side of a boat and the other to you facing your bloodied ex-husband.

“You’ll like this one,” he passes through the front room of the suite, a red couch with a heart shaped backrest stands center and gives the full vibes of the campy honeymoon retreat, “I think I will too.”

He carries you into the bedroom and you look around at the bubblegum pink walls. This place is ridiculous but what else did you expect from him. If anything, you prefer it to some elaborate church ceremony and hoity toity resort. This is quick and easier, not easy.

He crosses to the bed and lays you down, placing your head against the pillow as his hands trail down your body. You roll your eyes at his groping as he follows your legs to your feet. He lifts them and places them on his lap as he sits. You squint at him as he works at unclasping the strap of your broken shoe.

The wrinkle in his forehead betrays his struggle as his thick fingertips slip down the silver straps. He growls and snaps it instead, tearing it off your foot before swiftly doing the same to the other. You don’t mourn the shoes as you never plan on wearing them again.

You gasp as he pushes his thumb into the arch of your foot. You tense at the relief it sends through your soles and you groan without thinking. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you watch him roll a knuckle against the burning muscle.

“Relax,” he girds as he waves you down.

You hum and obey, still wary. You find it hard to let go. You cross your arms as you ease back against the pillows and try to focus on the pleasure in his touch.

“You’re not mad?” You ask at last.

“Mad?” He frowns and looks over at you, kneading your foot until you murmur. He keeps you from pulling away as he tickles beneath your toes.

“About your mom?”

“Mom? No. Where do you think I get it from,” he shakes his head and chuckles, “dad’s got a handle on her.”

You nod and let your shoulder relax. You lean your head back as he switches feet. You still feel a sense of dread. He’s being nice and that never bodes well. He still hasn’t revealed his surprise and you know damn well it isn’t a foot massage.

“So, Mrs. Hansen, what do we do first?” He wonders just as you start to drift into your mind. After that day, you could sleep then and there.

You stare at him. You would suggest calling it a night but that’s not going to get you anywhere. You shrug.

His hand slowly crawls up your ankle and your leg twitches as he snakes up your calf. You watch him trail his touch with his lips, climbing up to bend over you as his mustache bristles against your skin. He pushes the slit of your dress apart as he reaches your knees, kisses falling in a path over goosebumps.

“Mmm, Mrs. Hansen, I could think of a thousand things to do to you,” he purrs as he grazes over your thigh, pulling them wide as he drags you down to your back, “let’s start simple, huh?”

You let out a breath and bite your lip as he buries his head beneath the top of your skirt. He nuzzles the thin lace thong he chose for the occasion, wetting it deliberately with his tongue. You sigh, an edge of suspicion still set in your spine. You can’t let it all go, you know the final twist is inevitable.

He laps at your through the thin fabric, wiggling his head empathically, growling hungrily. His tongue flicks down to the thin string of the thong and he feels along your cunt with his fingers as he tugs it aside. He delves into your naked folds. You’re already a wet, a delighted hum rolling from his throat and rippling through you.

“Baby,” he pulls back just a little, his head a mound beneath the charmeuse, “let it go… Mr. Hansen’s gonna treat you right.”

“Oh, shut up,” you scowl and grab his head, shoving it down to quiet him. He always has to ruin it.

He lets out a garbled noise but goes back to diligently tending to you. His tongue swipes up and down, drinking you in. He settles and seals his lips around your clit, fingertips rubbing up and down, circling your entrance. He swirls the tip of his tongue around your bud and prods at you firmly.

He dips his thick fingers into you, slowly, stretching you to his bottom knuckles. You moan and tilt your chin up. This man is only bearable when he’s inside you. You bend your legs and keep your hand stretches across the smooth fabric, urging him on.

He slides his hand back, hovering against your cunt as he lines up a third finger. He slips inside again, this time the strain burns in your walls. You croak as you take him, walls clenching around his intrusion. He rocks his hand as his tongue dances around your clit, the heat storming in your core.

He drones against you, huffing in deep breaths around his rampant lapping. He once drags his fingers out and you feel the third poking along the back of your entrance. You gasp as he stretches you around his fingertips, pink to index. Your back curves deeply and you dig your nails into the fabric.

“Ll–”

He forces his way inside and your thighs tense around him. You whine as he pushes your limit, little by little. You whimper as he gets past his first knuckle, his tongue toying with you incessantly. As he wiggles his way deeper, the pressure thrums and burns, surging through your veins.

You gulp and drape your arm over your face. You writhe around him as he fucks you with his hand, keeping rhythm with his greedy mouth. The wet noises permeate through the skirt and bubble in the back of your head. You can’t think as you succumb to the swelling climax.

You choke on your orgasm, bucking as you ride his hand through the peak and tremble into your afterglow. He doesn’t let up as he shoves his fingers into you as deep as he can and smears his mouth up your thigh, pressing his thumb to your clit instead. He raises himself so the fabric falls away from him, shaking his hand inside you as you squirm.

“Come on, Mrs. Hansen,” he growls, “I know you can do it again–”

You hiss and brace your head with one hand, your other drifting to his sleeve as you latch on. You moan and bite your lip, another orgasm building, stronger than before. Your eyes roll back and you groan through your teeth as you chase the release.

You spasm and cum, your cunt clinging to him as a sudden gushes soaks his hand and cuff. He tuts as he guides you through your climax and slows gradually, until you’re twitching around his fingers. You puff heavily as your hand rests weakly on his forearms.

“Oh, peaches, I hope you don’t think that’s your surprise.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #unexpected #series #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #the gray man

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munsonsduchess · 2 years

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Eruption

summary: the kids find out about the baby

w/c: 1,356

warnings: fluff mostly, mentions of sex, pregnancy content warning, swearing, mentions of Eddie being hurt in the upside down

a/n: this one was requested by @guavamoleschickenstrips and I wrote it just before my job interview on Friday. Not beta’d as per usual and if you find any typos or mistakes you can blame my editor. This is part four of the domestic Eddie and wife!Reader. You can find the other parts here:

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(Moodboard by me)

Eddie had sent word on his "finest messenger ravens" to the party telling them that their presence was requested at his "domain" for a startling announcement. In reality he'd written a note for the kids and dropped it off with Steve when he went to return some videos you guys had rented who would pass along the message.

Since all the older kids found out at basically the same time about "mini munson" as you'd taken to calling the baby it only made sense for the younger kids to find out as well, at least the hellfire kids anyway. You didn't know much about Wheeler's girlfriend, the psychic child or her adoptive brother with a weird connection to a place you would rather not think about.

You thought about it enough when you saw the scars that littered Eddie's body and you knew how lucky you were that all he'd been left with were scars. There had been a moment when you'd cradled his unconscious body in your arms and prayed to whatever god or demon you could think of that he would make it out of this alive. Those days and nights sitting in the ICU in Hawkins General watching his breathing, fearing the worst.

You pushed those thoughts out of your mind and smiled at your husband as he danced around your trailer singing loudly to the Iron Maiden album playing on his stereo,

"Run to the hiiiiiiiiiils! Run for your liiiiiiiife!"

You laughed at his antics knowing he was excited to share his news with the hellfire club, they were as much his kids as the one growing inside you and honestly you all deserved something good after all the bullshit you'd been through.

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The door to the trailer shook as the sound of knocking reverberated around the small space,

"Baby your kids are here" you called to Eddie who'd gone into the back bedroom for some last minute prep, or so he said,

"Grab the door will you?" he called back, "i'll be out in a second!"

Pulling yourself off your comfortable spot on the couch you bookmarked the page in your book, a sequel novel to a vampire book you'd found in a bargain bin in the city the last time you and Eddie had been up getting new tattoos.

You opened the door and let the kids filter in one after another, they'd all come kitted out in their hellfire shirts and you could see an advanced dnd monsters guide under Dustin's arm, so clearly they thought they were here to play,

"Sit wherever, there's sodas in the fridge or we've got water" you told them, "you're all still too young for beer"

"Is Eddie home?" Mike asked looking around nervously, he'd been slightly afraid of you ever since he met you, which was in stark opposition to Dustin who Eddie maintained had a crush on you from the moment he met you,

"Yeah he'll be out in a second, I'm assuming you guys know why you're here?"

"Um to play dnd?" Lucas asked, he looked around and couldn't see anything set up so maybe that wasn't the reason after all,

"Better than that Sinclair!" Eddie jumped out of the hallway and wrapped his arms around your waist, "I have exciting news regarding our party!"

The boys looked at one another and moved to the edge of the couch. They knew you came to Hellfire when Eddie was still in school and you'd been here reading when they played in the trailer but was their DM suggesting you were going to join in from now on?

"Oh sweet! Are you gonna join in?" Dustin asked you which earned him a snort and a roll of your eyes,

"Nope not me, I'm happy to sit on the outside and observe, and to help plan your inevitable demise"

"Baby" Eddie pouted, "you weren't supposed to tell them they're all gonna die"

"My bad" you shrugged, "but then again, i could be lying" you grinned at the boys who looked as though they might wet themselves in fear and confusion any second,

"Anyway!" Eddie released your waist and twirled you around, "the exciting news does involve the Stalwart Lady Munson"

"Just tell them Eds, they're gonna piss their pants"

"We are introducing one more member to the party, in roughly nine months time" he looked at you like you'd hung the moon, his dimples on full display as he smiled at you lovingly.

There was a chorus of shouts from the couch, and you shook your head. Eddie always did have a flair for the dramatic so you really shouldn't have expected any different from him now,

"You're pregnant!" Mike yelled, "what? How the hell did that happen?"

"Dude" Lucas put his face into his hands at his friends question and shook his head, he had a seven year old sister but still had to ask ,

"They're always having sex!" Dustin clarified, "the last three times I was here they were doing it"

"Last four" you corrected, "we just ignored you and locked the door"

"You know Gentlemen I thought you'd be happier to hear this news" Eddie said scrutinising the boys on the couch, "Wheeler your sister was like the first person to find out and she was thrilled. Harrington too"

"What? Steve knew? He didn't say anything!" Dustin objected, "that's so uncool"

"Yeah well we told him to keep his mouth shut until we could tell you ourselves" you supplied, "you don't have to be as excited as Eddie about the whole thing but you could at least try not to look like I just shit in your cornflakes"

"Does Erica know?" Lucas asked, then grinned broadly when you shook your head. You hadn't heard anything about the younger Sinclair recently so you couldn't say what she was up to or what she knew, "then I'm super happy for you guys!"

You didn’t mention that Max already knew about the baby having been over for her dinner that evening and seen the positive test in the trash and asked you about it. The red head was delighted for you both and offered to babysit whenever you and Eddie needed time alone.

"When is the baby being born?" Dustin asked, "so I know when to plan for"

"Why Henderson, you want a babysitting gig?" Eddie laughed, "Mommy not giving you enough allowance"

"It's a monumental event! The Prince of Hellfire!" he exclaimed ignoring Eddie's jibe, "or Princess I guess"

"Will you still be our DM?" Mike asked, "I mean I know babies take a lot of time and attention"

"Please, you heard Lady Munson. You boys aren't ready for what's coming"

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After the boys left you flopped back down onto the couch. They'd all ended up being incredibly excited about the prospect of Mini Munson all talking animatedly amongst themselves as they left about things they could do to celebrate the birth and Dustin even going so far as to suggest Steve take them to the city so they could buy you a gift,

"Well I think that went about as well as expected" you sighed as you leaned into Eddie, "although I think they're gonna be a little bummed they didn't get to play dnd"

"They'll get over it, besides they're coming back next Saturday when you're at the mall again for your Girls Day Out"

"Are you still mad about Nancy finding out I was pregnant before you? Baby I was puking my guts up in a mall bathroom. She has two younger siblings, she took an educated guess"

"Fine, fine, but I don't want anyone else to see him before me on the day" Eddie pouted, squeezing your middle tightly,

"What makes you so sure it's a him?" you questioned, poking at Eddie's side, "it might be a girl"

"Either way they're a future little metalhead and nerd"

"Oh god that poor baby" you laughed and Eddie frowned at you before assaulting your sides with his fingers, tickling you till you collapsed breathless on the couch,

"I love you, Lady Munson"

"I love you too … nerd"

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Royals meeting - Good ending sequel.

[Good ending is where Callisto ended up as a heir, while surprise ending is where Palette ended up as the heir]

"Where's Palette?" asked Artemis to Angst.

She is worried for her best friend. After all, Palette and Artemis are closer as ever.

"I'm not sure. I saw him a couple of moment ago. Maybe he left?" Said Angst. "But that'll be an absurd, why would he left."

"Yeah why would I left?" Palette surprise the two of them from behind. "Sorry for disappearing, I got addicted to this pudding and could not stop eating it..." explain Palette.

"Did you finish all of it...?" Asked Angst.

Palette nodded, he truly got addicted- Artemis slightly chuckles at Palette cute behavior. She is glad that Palette seems to doing fine even if he lost his position as the heir.

"Well, I have to tell the chef to make more for the guests." Said Angst.

He left quickly so the guests can have the dessert.

"I should follow him, I need more of this pudding." Said Palette. "I'll be back!"

"Okay!" Artemis waved at Palette as she stay.

Even though this isn't the best ending, she is glad it was not that bad. After all, living for 7 timelines is tiring.

"What a nice smile you have on your face, princess." Callisto greeted Artemis which caused her to flinch.

She did not see him coming.

"Did I startled you? My apologies, I didn't know the princess is easily startled." Callisto tease Artemis up.

Even if the truce were made, Callisto still has the habit to piss off Artemis.

"You—" Artemis was about to choke Callisto but he grabbed her hand and kiss it in gesture manner.

"People are watch, princess." he mocked a smile. "you seems to be so sensitive about my joke, how about you relax for a second."

"How about you fuck yourself for a second." Artemis whispered as she glares at Callisto.

Callisto think this is enough of teasing the precious princess so he let go of her hand.

"Very well then, the song will be play in any moment. You should find your little boyfriend to dance with." Said Callisto. "See you around, princess."

[short because I don't want to make it longer 💀]

I forgot to tag you- @abloomingsunflower / @itzcherrybonbon

#evil lux au #undertale au #Callisto [e.l.a]#artemis [e.l.a]#palette sans #angst sans #good ending #what if timeline #what if #one-shot #one shot #ship child

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missmaniac25 · 1 month

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Night Life Part 2 - Kim Hongjoong

Tada, the sequel that literally only my bestie asked for. Love you @eazycel 😘 Part 1 can be found here

HongjoongxFem!reader Word count: 2.5K Warnings: drinking, creepy guy, insecure reader Disclaimer: same as last time, i aint ever been in a club...

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The truth was that it had been a shit day. Running out of breakfast cereal, missing the bus, forgetting your lunch and the worst piece of all – your colleague. To give him some credit, he wasn’t that bad overall. He was pleasant to work with and a relatively nice person. But he had to pick today to try and come onto you.

“Yeah, so if you want to grab a drink sometime, I’d really love that!” Daniel said, chipper as anything.

In truth, you wanted nothing to do with him in that way, and all you could think about was going home to your loving boyfriend.

“Daniel,” you started, trying to be nice in your tiredness. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. You’re very nice but you’re not for me.”

“Hey, no worries.” He smiled and seemed to take it well. “It was worth an ask.”

With that out of the way, you thanked him for understanding, packed up your belongings and finely made your way home.

Hongjoong knew you. He knew you like the back of his hand. So, when you dragged yourself through the front door of your shared apartment and flopped on the couch without so much as a word, Hongjoong knew that something was wrong but that you didn’t want to talk about it yet. Instead, he made a cup of tea, pulled the biscuit tin from the shelf and joined you on the couch.

“When you’re ready,” he said, pulling you into his side. “I’m here for you, love.”

You let yourself be lulled by his presence and thanked your lucky stars that he was in your life.

“Thank you.” Was all you managed to say.

Hongjoong kissed your head, only saying ‘I love you’ in reply.

You had told Hongjoong everything the next morning to which his response had been to smother you in kisses until you couldn’t breathe, telling you over and over how much he cared about you. On the surface, you knew he meant just that but underneath it was that he was also doing it to make sure that you knew that no one stood a chance with you as long as he was around.

Not that you would ever be with anyone else. Hongjoong was everything and more that you ever needed.

“What is happening this evening, love?” Hongjoong asks as he watches you flutter around the room.

“Tonight is the staff outing thing,” you say, sitting down to put your shoes on. “I really don’t want to go but it’ll look bad if I bail.”

Your boyfriend knows that the night life bug still hasn’t bitten you, despite having been back to ‘Utopia’ a handful of times since that night with your friends. You’d almost always been up in the VIP balcony or behind the DJ’s booth with Mingi – somewhere safe and where Hongjoong could check in with you easily. He lived to make sure you were happy and comfortable.

“You know that you can go for a bit and then come home.” He held your hand and helped you up. “Or you could come keep me company at work.”

You kissed him on the cheek before gathering the last of your belongings.

“I’ll probably just come home,” you said. “But I’ll be waiting for you, like always.”

Hongjoong walks you to the door, stealing one last kiss from you before wishing you good luck, to which you laugh.

“Thank you, I’ll need it.”

The dinner had been calm and you had found yourself having a good time. So much so that when someone suggested going to a club, you didn’t retreat at the idea. And once the name ‘Utopia’ had been brought up and everyone agreed that that’s where they wanted to go, you had made up your mind.

“It’s a really nice place,” you offer your two cents, surprising the people around you. “I’ve gone there once or twice and I’ve never had a bad experience there.”

“Alright!” Daniel says, ushering everyone out of the restaurant. “Let’s hit the club!”

And that’s how you find yourself back in your boyfriend’s club, surrounded by your colleagues. The crowd around you seems to be having a good time as they dance to Mingi’s playlist for the night, some of then singing loud enough to be heard over the music. The atmosphere getting under your skin and you can’t help the smile forming on your face. Your boyfriend built this place from the ground up. How could you not be proud?

As always, you peak up at the VIP balcony, but can only see Yeosang serving drinks to some clientele; no sign of Hongjoong.

“You thinking of going up there?”

You turn to see Daniel standing behind you, drink in hand. He gestures to where you were looking and when you look back, Yeosang is back behind his minibar.

“Not tonight,” you answer, giving him a half smile. “Maybe another day.”

He laughs loudly and it makes you take a step back. His face is red – you deem that he’s had a few.

“You’re so funny.” Daniel closes the space between you again. “What I wouldn’t do to make you laugh more.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“Yeah, well…” You try to move away again, not knowing how to respond.

A hand creeps around your waist and it causes your stomach to drop.

“Let go of me.”

“Dance with me!”

“No, let go of me!”

You manage to wiggle out of Daniel’s grasp. He’s right on top of you though. The people around you are blocking your line of sight – trying to find someone you can go to for safety.

Panic is starting to take over and you know you have to get away.

“Hey, where are you going?” Daniel yells as he stumbles after you.

Managing to slip through the people, you get to the bar.

“San!” You practically shout, hearing the shakiness in your own voice. “San, please!”

The bartender spots you and hurriedly makes his way to you.

“Is everything ok?” He asks, noting the way you keep glancing back to the dance floor.

You don’t get to answer him as Daniel emerges from the people behind you, beelining for you. San can see how quickly you tense up and he knows that if he doesn’t act fast, his boss will have his head. Faster than you can blink, he’s made his way around the bar and manoeuvring his way between you and Daniel.

“Wooyoung!” San calls to the younger bartender. “Call in the calvary.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice and you see him dash off in the opposite direction to where you and San stand.

“Who the fuck is this?” Daniel’s words are starting to slur. “Your boyfriend?”

“I’m the bartender. I’m also her boyfriend’s friend so if you don’t leave now, I’ll have to have you thrown out.”

San’s voice doesn’t waver, even when Daniel steps up to him. Your coworker is trying clearly trying to intimidate the bartender as he shoves him lightly.

“Please don’t make this worse,” you try to de-escalate the situation.

“That depends on him,” San comments.

A hand on your shoulder causes you to whirl around, only to come face to face with Yunho, and Jongho just behind him.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he says as a commotion breaks out behind you.

The three of you all stare as San pins Daniel to the bar, one arm twisted behind his back. Jongho is quick to jump to attention, joining the bartender in keeping Daniel down.

“The fuck are you doing to me?” He snarls, trying his hardest to get free. “I paid to get into this club, you can’t treat me like this!”

A new voice sounds clearly over the music.

“Can’t I?”

Hongjoong stands facing the scene, Seonghwa right behind him. You can’t help yourself as you run to him, slotting yourself against his side, and feeling his arm around you is all the comfort you need.

“Who are you?” Daniel slurs some more as San and Jongho hold him up to face Hongjoong.

Hongjoong ignores him, turning you to.

“Are you ok?” He lightly runs his thumb along your cheek.

“Better now that you’re here.”

For a brief second, there’s a smile on his face before he ushers you to Seonghwa’s side.

“Who am I?” He finally turns his attention to the mess. “Well, not only am I the owner of this club, so that means I have the power to decide who’s allowed in and who’s not. I’m also the boyfriend of the woman you won’t leave alone.”

It seems that Hongjoong’s words aren’t registering in Daniel’s brain as laughs.

“You? The dating her? Nah, why would you date someone like her?”

All the men around you stiffen and you even notice Yunho grimace. Seonghwa takes your hand in his, giving it a light squeeze, and it’s greatly appreciated.

Slowly, and with venom in his eyes, Hongjoong steps up close to Daniel.

“You don’t deserve her anyways.” He fishes Daniel’s wallet out of his pocket and hands it to Yunho. “Find his ID. He’s blacklisted from my club.”

His sentence is barely done and San and Jongho are dragging Daniel off, kicking and screaming, Yunho right behind them. People on the dancefloor quickly get out of their way, and you see your other co-workers staring with their eyes wide. Mingi’s voice comes over the speakers.

“That’s your reminder not to be a jerk.”

There’s a soft chuckle before the music picks up again and everyone goes back to what they were doing.

Seonghwa lets you go and you want nothing more than to lose yourself in Hongjoong and never come out. Tears are threatening to spill but you don’t want to cry here.

But because Hongjoong knows you like the back of his hand, he’s quick to gather you to his side and lead you upstairs, pushing open the door to his office. The noise of the club fades as the door closes.

It’s just you and him.

You collapse into his arms which hold you tightly against him, and start to sob, everything suddenly becoming all too much. Hongjoong just holds you for a while, using the time to calm himself down. When he finally feels like his blood is no longer racing, he looks down at you.

“Hey,” Hongjoong says softly and he calls again when you don’t look up immediately. “It’s ok. I got you. He’s gone.”

You know he’s right, Daniel is gone, but it’s something that he said that’s still ringing in your ear.

“Why are you with me, Hongjoong?”

Your boyfriend’s lips turn down and his eyebrows furrow.

“Love, don’t listen to what he said. He was trying to get a rise out of me; it nearly worked too.”

You shake your head, letting insecurity slip in. He was rich, successful, good looking. He probably had girls and boys fawning over him every night, so why did he keep coming home to you?

“Love, my love.” Hongjoong delicately brushed away the tears on your cheeks. “You are everything I could ever want. No one else understands like you do. No one else could be so patient with me like you are. If anything, I’m not good enough for you.”

You shake your head at his words but he’s quick with an answer.

“What kind of good boyfriend leaves the house when his girlfriend just arrives home, leaves her alone the whole night and only comes home early in the morning and expects her to still be there for him? Love, you barely get to see me but you still love me with everything in you. Why? You should be angry, frustrated. You should despise me.”

The shaking of your head becomes furious.

“Never. I could never despise you,” you tell him, looking into his eyes. “I am so in love with you. Your work is so important to you and that means it’s important to me too. And when we are together, you make those moments special, even if they should be ordinary.”

You’re about to lean in and kiss him when there’s a knock on the door. You can feel Hongjoong’s breath as he sighs and it almost makes you laugh.

“Who is it?” He calls.

Yeosang and Jongho enter, the former carrying two glasses.

“It’s been taken care of,” Jongho informs you both as the glasses are put down.

“An ice water to help calm you down,” Yeosang says to you before looking at Hongjoong. “And a whiskey for the boss.”

You both give them your thanks and Hongjoong dismisses them. He leads you to the couch he has up against one wall and sits next to you, passing your glass to you.

“This is going to make work very awkward on Monday,” you suddenly realise, taking a small sip.

Your boyfriend stays quiet and you know he’s thinking things through; going through different options of how to deal with it.

“You could always work for me instead.”

At that you laugh. The sound is music to Hongjoong’s ears and he smiles.

“And pray tell what is it that I would do?” You ask, snuggling into his body once more.

“I’m sure we could find a title for you but really you could just sit in the VIP balcony looking pretty.”

“Like the queen of the club?”

Hongjoong hums and you can’t believe that’s he’s actually considering it.

“No,” you let him know. “That’s not a real job. I’ll figure it out, babe.”

Hongjoong plants a kiss to the top of your head.

“If you change your mind, the offer still stands.” He informs you. “Say the word and I’ll have you here with me every night. My queen, my love.”

#kim hongjoongxreader #kim hongjoong fanfic #kim hongjoong au #ok enough of that #Hongjoong #Miss Maniacs Writing

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jeffgoldblumsmulletinthe90s · 1 year

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Fic: If you ever need a helping hand - Chapter 3

It’s ya boi, Jeff, and you know my fic about omega Steve Harrington having a rough time? But, like, he wants alpha Eddie to help him out? Yeah, that one. I got to the third chapter and there is kissing.

So far the reviews are calling it “awkward” and “embarrassing,” but you should judge for yourself! Here is a preview:

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“Yeah, yeah, I’m Frankenstein’s creature, we all know,” Eddie says. He looks up. Steve’s hands are on his shoulders and it would be so easy to put his knee up on the bed next to Eddie’s hip.

Steve doesn’t move his hands, but he doesn’t move anything else. He just looks down at Eddie and feels the space under his tongue fill with spit.

“I’ve said it before,” Eddie says, slowly. Steve thinks he’s about to go deeper into the Frankenstein thing; he should stop that. If Eddie looks bad, well, then what about Steve? They match, don’t they?

“... But Scott Howard, Steve Harrington, the basketball, the hair, the bites, the biting, it’s all a little suspicious, too much to be a coincidence,” Eddie says.

“Ugh,” Steve groans. Yeah, Eddie has done this before. “Yeah, sure, Frankenstein and the Wolfman, we’re a regular pair of monsters.”

Eddie looks up at him, all big brown eyes and a halo of curls. His winter coat — the same Army surplus green as his duffel — hangs off the back of Steve’s desk chair. His leather jacket got left behind in the kitchen. This is Eddie warm and stripped down.

Steve wants to do something stupid, like tell Eddie that he’s beautiful.

He’s spared by Eddie hooking his elbow around Steve’s waist and dragging him onto the bed. Steve stumbles. His knee crashes into Eddie’s thigh. Eddie wiggles out from under him and pushes down on his back with both hands.

“You!” he shouts into the mattress.

It’s easy to grab Eddie by his shirt and his stupid wallet chain.

They grapple at each other for a moment. Eddie tries to fuck with his hair and Steve nearly bites him on the wrist.

“Watch the teeth! I don’t want to be a werewolf!”

“Fuck you,” Steve says, laughing, “I’m not a werewolf!”

He’s holding Eddie’s wrists down to the foot of his bed. Eddie’s socks are for sure on his pillow right now, making it smell like socks. Steve adjusts his legs, swinging one up and over Eddie’s body, so that his knees nudge against the sides of Eddie’s hips. Eddie grins up at him. His dark eyes are so bright. His dimples almost tempt Steve into taking his hands off Eddie’s wrists. He wants to put his thumb into the groove of them and lean down and…

“Steve?” Eddie asks.

He jolts back. Steve straightens his arms so quickly that his elbows click as they lock up.

“Sorry,” he says. Because he was about to kiss Eddie, pin him to the bed and kiss him, but it clearly was not the moment that it felt like. Usually, Steve is so good at knowing that moment. But he’s definitely responded too quickly, too strongly. He’s knocked his teeth into plenty of lips and his nose into other noses.

Beneath him, Eddie swallows. His jaw works. The scar pulls a little differently than the rest of his skin. Steve looks at it, even though that’s probably rude.

“You’re not Frankenstein, either,” Steve says. “You’re…”

“Frankenstein is the doctor,” Eddie says, before Steve can tell him he’s beautiful. “Only, like, he didn’t even finish school.”

“What?” Steve asks.

“It’s a book,” Eddie says. “Frankenstein.”

“No,” Steve says, frowning. “It’s a movie. An old black and white one.”

Robin made him tape it in his living room, because she can’t find a VHS of it. There’s a sequel, too, she said, with a chick monster, but they haven’t seen it pop up in the TV guide.

“It’s a book and a movie,” Eddie says. “Also, you’ve seen it?”

Steve lets go of Eddie’s wrists and climbs off of his lap, where he shouldn’t have been anyway, where he wants desperately to stay. He sits down hard on the bed. There are a few inches between his legs and Eddie’s now. He forces himself to stay sitting up, partly because he doesn’t want to lay his head down near Eddie’s socked feet and partly because he wants to stay uncomfortable.

Wrestling around in bed with Eddie got him wet, like really wet, so now he’s just going to sit here in it.

Eddie lowers his arms so that his hand rests in the space between his leg and Steve’s.

“Uh,” Eddie says. “Sorry.”

“What the hell are you sorry for?” Steve asks, more annoyed than he intends to be.

“I don’t know,” Eddie says. “What are you sorry for?”

Steve throws his hands up. “Nearly kissing you, I guess. I got carried away.”

He stops himself from saying, “We don’t have to kiss.” Because he does want to kiss Eddie. He remembers Robin’s advice: Don’t set a precedent that he doesn’t want to continue.

“You want to kiss me?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, man,” Steve says, still too harsh. It comes with the sort of sharp shake of his head he usually only directs at Robin. He’s biting his tongue on “Are you stupid or do you just hate me?” He’s been rude enough. He knows this. A worse feeling follows in the footsteps of the guilt of snapping at Eddie. He barely snapped at Eddie! Still, the dread sinks into the pit of his stomach: Eddie doesn’t want to kiss him. It was all delusion on Steve’s part. His crush has grown so bad that he’s lost perspective and thinks Eddie wants him — that there’s a tension between them Steve could resolve by pressing his mouth to Eddie’s — when he doesn’t. He’s making it all up.

“Oh,” Eddie says. “Cool.”

Eddie lays there for a moment, looking up at Steve’s wallpapered ceiling.

“A plaid nightmare,” Eddie mutters to himself, then he rolls off the bed. He hits the floor with a thud.

“Eddie!” Steve shouts, but Eddie scrambles up to his feet.

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie asks, springing up.

Steve’s half-launched off the bed himself, so he’s about level with Eddie’s ribs. He looks up at Eddie. One weightless curl has flopped over onto the wrong side of Eddie’s head and floats over the rest of his hair.

“Yeah,” Steve says. “Of course.”

#steddie #fanfic #alpha eddie munson #omega steve harrington #a/b/o au

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leclsrc · 1 year

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i (no, we) need an addition to the carlos sainz luis miguel universe.

Pretty please!!!! love you!!!!!

kind of love – cs55

genre: flufffff. a spin-off (of sorts? it’s not a sequel per se) to this

auds here… love u guys and listening to luis miguel gets me in a Mood. late req i’m sorry i’m sooo busy lately… xxxxx hope u like it! :)

“You never teach me anything in Spanish,” you lament. “It’s always hola or te amo.”

“Are you saying you have no need for te amo?” Carlos asks, rifling through the Madrid keychain rack to look for your name, which he gives up on after a few moments. He spots your narrowed eyes and accused face and laughs, backing off. “Kidding. I didn’t know you were interested in learning it, mi vida.” He turns to search for more novelty souvenirs.

“Of course I am,” you respond, leaning closer and pressing your chin onto his shoulder. It requires a generous tiptoe allowance, but you brave it and waddle around behind him. “It’s your language, is all—I find it beautiful. And you know all your English already!”

“Not all,” he corrects, lifting up a beer bottle shaped magnet. “Do you think Max will like this?”

“Oh, obviously.” You pause, and then laugh at a memory that enters your mind. “Yeah, remember in Canada when you totally botched your order at that brunch place?”

He groans amusedly. “Don’t tease me.”

“It’s cute,” you remind him firmly, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw before disengaging from the hug to peruse the shelves yourself. There are a few cute ones, though most of them are a bit too tacky for your taste.

One bunch of them, lying on a discarded sale pile (seeing as though it’s well past February), is Valentine’s Day themed. They all have a variety of names printed on the metal, with red hearts all around them. You rifle through the Miguels, Annas, and Harrys before you luck out and find it collecting dust on the bottom of the basket.

“I found one!” You cry out, jingling the metal.

“Let’s see it,” Carlos says, but he’s elsewhere in the tiny store. You peer behind a shelf to find him rummaging through a half-off CD bin. Strange behavior, considering zero people ever use CDs for music nowadays, but you approach him anyway.

He turns briefly. “Can I see your purchase?”

“Not yet,” you say proudly. “It’s a surprise. What are you doing going through that?”

“Well, I figured since you want to learn Spanish, I’ll be your teacher. Or he will be.” He digs out a dusty CD and you scrunch your nose as you dust off the cover, revealing a Spanish man posing for the camera behind it. Carlos flicks at the printed image, clicking his tongue. “Top hits, Luis Miguel.”

“Okaaay.” You turn it over, read over the list of songs. “I was leaning more towards Shakira being my teacher.”

“Mi vida, you know I’m her biggest fan,” he begins, taking the CD from you and walking you both to the counter, “but this is the good stuff. Trust me, mi amor.”

You both pay for your tiny purchases and enter Carlos’ Golf, where he wastes no time inserting the disc into the player and clicking the console buttons to get the audio just right. You’re content to watch, smiling softly at his excitement which is no doubt more than enough for the both of you. “I assume we’re taking the long way to your house,” you tease, even if you secretly love long car rides with him.

He starts the car and laughs. “For Luis, yes.” He pauses, clears his throat. “And for you, too, princesa.”

“Nice save, baby.” You link hands, and the music starts to flow softly through the car.

And so does the singing. Where Carlos got his golden voice from, you don’t know—he didn’t sing along much to the songs you both love—but something in these songs brings it out, and it causes your heart to swell with fondness. Sure enough, the song’s in full Spanish, with the romantic guitar to match as well.

“What’s this one called?” You ask aloud, gazing at the scapes of Madrid passing you by.

He pauses his passionate belting to answer you. “Sabor a Mi,” he says. “It means… it’s a very nice love song.”

“On the subject of love and Spaniards,” you say, momentarily unlocking your hands; his moves to rest idly over your thigh. You pick out the keychain from your bag and hang it on his rearview mirror. “Like it?”

His eyes flit to them and back to the road quickly, to keep you out of potential danger. He smiles.

“I love it, amor. I only wish it read your name.” He squeezes your thigh, searches for your hand, and lifts it to his lips. While the back of your hand’s pressed to them, he begins singing again and you giggle at the ticklish sensation of it.

The song fades out promptly, and into the next one—still Spanish, still romantic, still Luis Miguel. Carlos shifts in his seat with visible excitement, mumbling somethings in Spanish out of excitement. “One of my favorites, amor! Seriously!” He hums to the lyrics, half-distracted by the road, but eventually settles into singing.

“Si antes de amar… debe tenerse fe,” he pipes, pressing his and your interlocked hands to his chest out of sheer passion. “You must learn this one. It’s called Mucho Corazon. It reminds me very much of you, you know?”

He turns onto a quiet cobblestone road, and uses it as an opportunity to gauge the love of his life’s reaction to Luis Miguel (an important moment, he supposes, in everyone’s lifetime.) And he sees you reading over the booklet of the CD, mouthing along the lyrics as the song goes. He slows his pace, watches the greenery complement how beautiful you look, just here beside him.

Be it in Spanish or English, with rhyme or without, accompanied by idyllic instruments or not, Carlos often finds himself stumped with the love he has for you. Because, simply because really, he hasn’t felt this way and so strongly for anyone else before. To him, you’re everything—you’re the song in the car, the greenery outside, the spring that tints all of Spain. You’re all the nicknames, all the small kind gestures, all of it.

You could disappear right now and he’d park the car and wait, just for you to come back. He knows it’s impossible but he’d do it, he really would. He wants, needs, loves you, all the time. All the time.

It’s strange and beautiful and he realizes now that the best way he can really put it is by singing you a Luis Miguel song. He takes one hand off the wheel to flick at the keychain, and it shines in the sunlight. He smiles to himself and continues singing. He’s sure he dreamt of this once.

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Life takes Carlos on a path far away from Madrid. It loops him around the world and averts him away from that shabby tourist souvenir shop. He takes money out of his generous paycheck, though, to make sure it never goes bankrupt. Writes checks under an alias because if the tabloids found out, they’d wonder why, and he’d rather not explain.

Life takes you on a path far away from Carlos. It loops you into cities he hasn’t been and won’t plan to visit and averts you from Spain, from their house in the hills. You write emails to his sister sometimes if she writes first, though, to avoid being a stranger. Lie on the subject heading—Doing great in NYC/HK/Seoul/Bali—because if she knew how you really were doing, she’d ask why, and you’d rather not explain.

Life is funny, though. Because even when the connection is gone, nearly everything forgotten, it’s always sending you little love letters.

For some it’s a keychain on the rear view mirror of a brand new Ferrari. For others it’s a Luis Miguel song, nailed perfectly on the karaoke no matter the city.

#anonymous #f1 #carlos sainz #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz drabble #carlos sainz imagines #carlos sainz fanfic #f1 x reader

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