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Prompt : Scully walks in the bathroom to Mulder bathing little William and they both are singing Part of Your World from the Little Mermaid
Pure family fluff!
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You're A Part Of My World
When Scully opens the door to her apartment, she finds the living room deserted, but has no time to wonder where Mulder and William are. She hears their voices loud and clear coming from the bathroom, their noises putting a smile on her face. She removes her jacket and toes off her shoes. Her sore feet make her wince as she walks towards the bathroom, the door ajar. As soon as she peeks inside, all her pains and worries evaporate.
Mulder is on his knees in front of the tub while William is inside it, surrounded by a wall of toys, beaming at his dad. Who, Scully realizes, is singing to their son.
“Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one cavern hold?” His deep voice is gentle and even though she can’t see his face, she knows he’s smiling at William.
“Looking around here you think,” he half says, half sings.
“I’ve got everything!” William joins in, showing his baby teeth, excitedly splashing water everywhere.
“I’ve got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty. You want thingamabobs?”
“I’ve got twenty!” William says and laughs, making Scully chuckle, too, from her spot in the doorway. Her two guys are so caught up in their own little world that they haven’t noticed her yet.
Mulder has rolled up his sleeves to no avail; his sweater is soaked to his shoulders. He doesn’t seem to care. He reaches into the tub and takes William’s hands in his.
“Flippin’ your fins you don’t get too far,” he sings and makes his son’s small hands slap against the water, the boy roaring with laughter.
“Legs are required for jumping, dancing,” Mulder goes on, grabbing William’s legs next. The boy is still laughing as he’s being tickled. His feet kick the air, like he’s always done ever since he was a baby. Impatient through and through, like his dad. Even before he could walk, he was ready to run, wanting to go places, wanting to see and explore. Her baby son, who’s growing up so fast right in front of her eyes.
“Up where they walk,” Mulder sings, motioning for William to join him, and the boy sits up straight.
“Up where they run,” he sings along.
“Up where they stay all day in the sun,” they sing together, their matching heads of hair close, and Scully only sees them in a blur as her eyes fill with tears of joy.
“Wanderin’ free, wish I could be – your big part now, Will,” Mulder finishes and William, in all his naked glory, stands up in the tub and puts a hand over his heart before he sings out, “part of that world.” He draws the last word out and Mulder high-fives him when he’s done.
The boy sits back down, more water splashing over the side of the tub. That’s when he sees her, a huge smile breaking on his face.
“Mommy!” He screams and Mulder catches him just in time as he attempts to jump out of the tub.
“Hey there, little fish,” he says. “You’re not done yet.”
“I’m here, baby,” Scully says, walking over to them, making sure not to step into any puddles. Mulder has put out several towels, knowing how bath time can get.
“Hey there yourself,” Mulder says with a grin, knowing fully well she was talking to their son. He looks up at her, a huge grin on his face. Scully leans down to press a kiss to his lips, drawing the moment out, until she feels William get impatient. She kisses his bubble-gum-scented head, making him giggle.
“Did you hear us sing, mommy?”
“I did.”
“Can we watch The Little Mermaid after, please? Please? Daddy said to ask you.” He half leans out of the tub, dripping all over the floor, pleading with her. She glances at Mulder, who shrugs. The decision is already made.
“After you brush your teeth,” she says.
“Yes! I like brushing my teeth,” he informs them, rearranging the boats around him. “My toothbrush has fish on it.”
“I know, baby,” Scully says, touching his warm, soft shoulder. Going back to work was her decision and she’s never regretted it, but she can’t deny that she misses being around William all day. Her little boy who at five years old is not so little anymore.
“Dad, we need to finish the song!”
“Do we?” Mulder feigns ignorance.
“We do. Mommy can sing with us now.”
“I don’t know the lyrics as well as you do,” she says.
“Liar,” Mulder whispers into her ear. He’s right, too. William has been obsessed with The Little Mermaid for years now. Scully doesn’t even remember when it started. One day they were all sick with the flu, watching every available Disney movie, and this one just stuck. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise. When William was a baby, Mulder would sit with him in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep, the two of them watching the fish in their tank, Mulder telling his infant stories about all the adventures the fish had while their humans were asleep.
“We need to finish the song,” William insists.
“The kid is right, Scully. Let’s put on a show for your mom, Will.” The boy grins and gets ready.
“I’m ready to know what the people know,” Mulder starts singing, smiling softly at Scully, who falls in love with him all over again. Here he is, Fox Mulder, FBI agent and full-time dad, singing Disney songs with gusto. “Ask ‘em my questions and get some answers. What’s a fire,” he sings and points to Scully’s hair, making William laugh, “and why does it- what’s the word, Will?”
“Burn!” He says.
“When’s it my turn?” Again, Mulder is looking at Scully as he sings, taking one of her hands into his as if he were serenading her. “Wouldn’t I love, love to explore that shore up above?”
“My turn now!” William says and looks at Mulder who gives him a secret sign only the two of them seem able to decipher.
“Get ready, Scully,” he says quietly.
“Out of the sea,” William sings, his voice loud. He looks at his dad once more, who nods with enthusiasm. “Wish I could be-” and Scully is splashed with water as William throws himself forward to finish the song in style. “Part of that world!”
Their clothes soaked, Mulder and Scully share a look before they turn to their proudly smiling son.
“How was I?” he asks them, full of giddy excitement-
“Extraordinary,” Mulder says. “
“Out of this world,” Scully adds.
“And now out of this tub.” Mulder picks up a squirming, wet William, and Scully hands him a towel. “Go get changed while I get this little fish ready.” He tickles William and the boy squeals in delight. Scully quickly kisses Mulder as a thank you and wanders into the bedroom. Changing out of her work clothes, she can still hear father and son in the bathroom, and she can’t help but think how lucky she is.
#fictober2022#got this yesterday and knew i'd write this today#i know someone asked for family/baby fic#and now look!#msr#xf fanfic#my writing#my fic
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paring: lando norris x reader
summary: celebrating lando's podium result in silverstone
warnings: none
author's note: i had started writing this on saturday after he got the p2 and just today i finished it after the results of the race, i was really inspired because i wrote something long and i'm happy for lando's podium and it's my first time writing about him, so i hope you like it as much as me. again, english is not my first language so sorry if there are mistakes, you can let me know in the comments as well as your opinion, also remember that my requests are open!👀
You and Lando have been together for 1 year now and had met through Max. Not Fewtrell, Verstappen as you and he were neighbours, so he had seen you walking into your flat one time when Lando was visiting Max, and he swore you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
So, with a little embarrassment he asked Max about you.
"Max... you know; you have few neighbours here."
"Yeah, it's a really quiet place, so are the neighbours."
"Yeah, do you know them all?" he asked casually, hoping he knew you.
"Well, I told you there are just a few of us, in these flats, so yes. Most of them are couples." At that point Lando had lost hope, it meant you were probably living with your boyfriend. "Except for this girl, y/n who lives in the flat in front of us."
That's when Lando let out the air he was holding.
"Oh yeah, I saw her walking in." He said trying to sound disinterested.
"Well, as I was telling you. The simulator I just installed..."
From that day on, Lando would try to "visit" Max for the slightest excuse just to see you and talk to you, even a little bit until he finally asked you out.
"Here again? I think you already live with Max and Kelly." You jokingly told him as you stepped out of the elevator.
"It's just that I forgot a cable for my computer yesterday."
"Sure, well... See ya". You said as you put the key in your door.
"Hey, y/n, I wanted to ask you something". You didn't know what was wrong with him, he was between nervous, happy, he looked like he wanted to cry.
"Sure, are you okay?" You asked him concerned and walked closer to him.
"Yes, yes, I was wondering if you would like to go out with me for lunch? Or wherever you want?"
"Lando..." "It's okay if you don't want to, it was just a dumb question" He said interrupting.
"Hey, Lando. It's okay, I'd love to go out with you" You told him smiling.
"Really? Sure, sure. How about tomorrow at 3?" Lando so happy.
"Yeah, that's perfect. I'll see you tomorrow then." You walked up to him to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Lando couldn't contain his happiness, so as soon as he saw you disappear through your door he didn't hesitate to celebrate.
"Mate, what are you doing here?" Max said when he saw Lando at the door of his house and celebrating.
After that first date, more came until you reached the point where you are now, your relationship.
You had already attended a few races as you were still studying so it wasn't possible for you to attend every race, however, this time you would be there as this was a very special one for Lando, his home race so you would definitely be there.
Throughout the weekend, Lando had looked very good in practice so you were both very excited and more than anything, he was determined to finish at least in the top 5 but obviously the main objective was to win the race and there was nothing better than to do it at home.
Finally, qualifying day, had arrived and you were very nervous, obviously wanting your boyfriend to get pole position which, although it was a difficult task to achieve and even more with top teams like Red Bull, Ferrari and even Williams (surprisingly) but it was not impossible to get.
That day, you and Lando had arrived together at the Paddock, you wearing Lando's jacket which was clearly a size bigger than yours, as, unlike the previous days, this saturday was cloudy, typical London weather.
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"Good luck baby, I know you've got it" You told him as you gave him a short kiss before he put on his balaclava.
"Thanks love, I'll give it my all". He said smiling, you could swear his eyes had a special sparkle in them.
After that, you went to your place along with Lando's parents as you watched him put on his helmet, gloves and get into the car.
To your surprise, the car looked amazing, it looked like both Lando and Oscar were driving a Red Bull instead of the tractor they had been driving all season.
Lando had made it through to Q3 and it was in this where you were most nervous, not to mention his parents, everyone wanted Lando to get pole position or at least have both drivers on the front row.
It was the last seconds of Q3 and Lando was in last position, you swore you wanted to run out of there from nerves, until you saw that Lando had set a wonderful lap that had put him in P1 and you were about to celebrate, but you calmed down a bit when you saw that Max and Oscar had to finish their lap and these two were also likely to get the pole position.
Finally, they finished their lap and you saw that Max had taken pole position, leaving Lando in P2. You were happy for Max because he was your friend after all, but you were hoping that Lando would stay in that position, however, in the end you were very happy to see your boyfriend get a great starting position for tomorrow's race.
Finally, after Lando had finished his interviews, you finally saw him entering the motor home with a big smile on his face and you couldn't help but jump into his arms.
"You did amazing babe, I'm so happy and proud of you" You said into his neck as you pulled him tighter to you, and he hugged you the same way.
"Thank you love, I still can't believe it." He said as he pulled away from you a little to give you a kiss.
"Hey, hey, we want to congratulate him too." You pulled apart as you heard the voice of Cisca, Lando's sister.
You couldn't help but blush.
"Congratulations Lan, you did amazing". Cisca hugged him and you saw his parents smile proudly.
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And so his family congratulated him. Later, they had retired as they were a bit tired and had even offered to take you with them, but you declined saying you would stay with Lando until he left and he still had a few activities to do.
You left the Paddock around 9 going to the hotel near the circuit, both of you walking hand in hand.
"Thank you for being here, you don't know how much it means to me. But I did it better for you, you know? Maybe then I should get a present," he said playfully as he hugged you by the shoulders.
"Yeah? I think I'll consider attending races more often." You said taking his hint.
"I'd love that, but then, what do I deserve for today?" He said raising his eyebrows playfully.
"I've already given you congratulations." You blurted out playing dumb.
"Maybe those congratulations should be different, I think I know a place where you can give them to me."
"Landoooo!" You said as you blushed.
"Turns out you're shy now but not when..." Lando was interrupted by some fans coming up to you to ask for a picture.
It was Sunday morning when you were already in the Paddock and being his home race there were more marketing activities and obviously they have to review the strategies for the race.
The weather was a bit "better" than yesterday, but the only thing you would expect is for Lando to have a great race. He was much more motivated with the support of his family, friends, girlfriend and all the fans.
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The formation lap was almost over and you swore you wanted to throw up from nerves, you felt a horrible tingling in your stomach.
Finally, the race started and you were watching the screens in the garage and you saw how Lando had an amazing start passing Max in the first corner and you couldn't help but scream and celebrate like everyone else in the grandstands.
It was lap 4 and Lando was still leading, but unfortunately on lap 5 Max managed to pass him and Lando couldn't do much to avoid it. Despite this, Lando had a very good pace and unluckily for Max, he was having some problems so it wasn't really possible to make a big gap to your boyfriend.
The whole race was going very well for both McLarens who had very good race pace. It was the last few laps and they had changed to hard tyres, but you were a bit scared because behind Lando was Lewis on soft tyres so you feared that as soon as the safety car ended, he would overtake Lando, but it was the opposite as the car was going incredibly fast on these tyres.
It was the end of the race and Lando had finished P2 and Oscar P4, the whole garage was celebrating the team's results as they hadn't had a podium finish since Italy last year.
You and Lando's family made your way to Parc Femme, all smiling listening to the crowd chanting Lando's name and watching as most of the drivers like Max, Lewis, Oscar, George, Sergio, Carlos and others came up to congratulate him.
Lando came running up to you, first hugging his parents and finally hugging you.
"Babe, you did it amazing. Congratulations, you deserve it so much." You hugged him despite the barrier between you.
"Thank you love, I was so close to victory..." "Baby, you still did amazing, I can swear it was one of your best races ever. Now go to your interview, I'll see you in a bit." You smiled at him as you gave him a kiss and he pulled away.
Now you were watching as Lando stood on the podium and received his trophy, he couldn't contain his happiness and you swore you were about to cry. Later, it was late at night and you were still in the Paddock celebrating and you could tell this was going to continue for a long time as Lando, Max (Verstappen) and other friends had suggested going out to a pub so you would have to go and change into something better to go out in.
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You were just finishing putting on your heels when Lando stepped in front of you.
"It's 10 o'clock, I think we have time to do other things don't we?"
"I think so, you can start by gathering your clothes to put them in the suitcase". You replied mockingly, as you continued to put on your heels.
"Bebeeee, you know that's not what I mean" He pouted.
"So? I don't know what you're talking about". You stood in front of the mirror and Lando walked over to you grabbing you by the waist.
"You know, I want to f**k you." He said now shamelessly as he placed kisses on your neck.
"Landoooo" You moaned laughing.
"What? You asked me that." He said laughing and turning you to face him.
"Well, now that you said it, no..." "But baby" He said frowning.
"Lando, we're running late, but I swear coming back we're going to celebrate." You said squeezing his cheeks and kissed his lips.
"But I want it right now, please, I deserve it after what I did today."
"Wasn't it enough after what we did in the motor home?" you couldn't handle this man.
"You know when it comes to you it's never enough." He said pouting.
"No Lando, when we get back. Now come on I think Max is waiting for us outside."
"Y/n!" You knew he wouldn't stop complaining, but the best part would come at the end, and that is that underneath your dress there was a surprise for him.
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Indeed, Lando hadn't stopped whining the whole night you'd been out. He was very attached to you and even more adding the fact that he was already drunk, so he was the double insufferable begging you to go to your hotel, but it was partly your fault since you had provoked him more by dancing with him.
"y/n let's go baby." He said between your lips.
"Ok, let's go" You finally said, and you wanted to leave too.
"Really? Let's go." He said taking you by the hand, heading to your table to grab your bag and say a quick goodbye to everyone. He was anxious to arrive to the hotel.
Just as you arrived at your hotel room, Lando immediately put down the zip of your dress as he kissed you and directed you to your bed.
"You made me suffer all night." He said between kisses as he placed you on the bed and finally removed your dress being stunned by your lingerie.
"Shit baby, you don't know how you got me." You smiled at his words and pulled him to you kissing him.
"You don't know how much I love you" He said as he gave you one last thrust that brought you both to orgasm.
"I love you Lando, I'm so proud of you. You did amazing today, and I don't just mean the race." You said smiling and placing a kiss on his lips as you lay on his chest.
"You dirty... no, but, really, thank you for being here, it means a lot to me". He said as he pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss in your hair.
"I'm going to be with you in every way I can, to celebrate your successes, but also to support you when things aren't right."
"I know, and thank you so much for that baby. I love you." He said as he pulled you on top of him, sticking your chests together.
"I love you Lan."
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breaking the silence — steve harrington
pairing: steve harrington x nurse!fem!reader
warnings: s4 spoilers, canon s4 events, use of y/n and she/her pronouns, mentions of death, long fic (i got carried away oopsies)
a/n: thanks to my wifey @keerysbrowneyes for the idea :) <3
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"can we go to the cafeteria?"
"what if she wakes up soon?"
"can we play dnd now?"
steve groans for the hundredth time today. the kids were on his last nerve.
"guys!" steve interjects all their questions. "yes, you all can go to the cafeteria. i'll stay with max in case she wakes up. and no will, you can't play dnd."
dustin smiles, along with lucas and erica, as will frowns. the party makes their way out of the room and down the hall, all will empty stomachs.
steve can finally relax as he sits in one of the chairs placed in the room. he stares at max. her eyes are still shut, the blood has now faded to a light pink color around her eyes. she still had all the casts on her body.
steve couldn't stare at her for long, or else he'd breakdown right then and there. instead, he chose to fiddle with his calloused fingers.
however his head picked up once the door opened, revealing a nurse he hasn't seen before.
usually the nurse was male, who was much older with his grey hair. this nurse looked younger, and was a woman.
"oh hi, i didn't think anyone would be in here right now," the nurse explains.
steve stands from the chair, "i can leave if you want?"
the nurse only smiles, "don't be silly. i'm just checking her vitals."
steve nods, before sitting back down. "do you know how much longer she'll be like this?" he asks.
"well she's taking all the medicine nicely, and getting the rest she needs. so i'd say give her one more month at most."
steve runs his fingers through his hair. it's been two months since the upside down incident. all he hoped for was for max to get better as quick as possible.
"are you her primary care-taker?" the nurse asks.
steve shakes his head.
"i just figured since you're here everyday to see her," the nurse explains.
"no uh- her mom checks on her sometimes. at least that's what she tells me."
the nurse nods, as she finishes taking max's vitals, and writing down any changes.
"thank you," steve gestures towards max, "for doing all this?"
the nurse laughs, "for doing my job? you're welcome," she puases, not knowing the man's name.
"steve."
the nurse smiles, "steve."
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twenty four hours pass and steve finds himself in the hospitals visiting max again. the only difference being robin sitting next to him.
keith agreed to let robin go with steve, as family video wasn't busy on tuesdays.
robin was in the middle of telling steve about her and vickie's date from last week, until a knock on the door interrupted the girl.
steve noticed the nurse that walked in. it was the same nurse as yesterday, and today she had a cart filled with medical supplies.
"oh hi steve," the nurse smiles, "who's this?" she gestures to robin.
robin waves, "i'm robin, steve's friend."
steve nods, "yeah she agreed to come with me today, instead of the kids."
"you knew those kids in the cafeteria yesterday?" the nurse asks.
steve nods again, "well they were friends with max before me, but yeah i guess i-" robin hits steve's shoulder. "we look after them now."
"that's sweet of you guys," the nurse smiles.
robin turns to steve once the nurse starts checking on max. steve turns to robin as well, confused once he gets a look from her.
robin gestures her head towards the nurse. steve on the other hand just dismisses it. she was totally asking about it later.
robin's seen steve with this same look on his face before. whenever he looked at a breathtaking girl walking into scoops or family video. it was the same way he looked at nancy.
robin smirked to herself while getting out of her chair, "do you want anything from the vending machine?" she asks steve.
he shakes his head, and sends her a narrow look, knowing why she was leaving the room so suddenly.
in five seconds, it was just steve and the nurse in max's room again.
"i never got your name yesterday," steve breaks the silence.
"it's y/n," she looks over at steve.
"that really suits you," he smiles, and notices her cheeks turning pink.
the very sweet moment was cut short when robin re-entered the room, with three bags of chips in hand. steve gave her a look.
"what? i'm hungry," robin answered, before sitting back down in the seat next to steve.
y/n finished filling out the paperwork for max, and took the iv out of her arm she put in earlier.
she then walked over to steve with a few papers in her hand. she first hands him two papers, "these are the improvements she's made since last week, and the negatives."
steve gets handed another paper, and tries to ignore how his fingers touched y/n's.
"this is for her care-taker, so either for you, or if you're lucky to find a legal guardian."
steve and robin both look over the papers, happy once they read max is finally starting to have bigger improvements.
a device on the medical cart beeps twice, making y/n have to leave the room quickly to get to another patient. once steve and robin are alone, robin's curiosity gets the best of her.
"you like her don't you?"
steve whips his head to face robin, "what kind of question is that? we just met yesterday."
"i'm not hearing a no steven."
"rob, come on, don't be ridiculous."
"all i'm saying is, maybe it's good that you finally moved on from nancy. she's with jonathan in california anyways. maybe it's time to hop off that train."
steve shakes his head, "gee thanks for reminding me robin."
steve knew robin had a point. all the unnecessary pining for a girl he couldn't have. it just weighed him down most of the time.
an announcement was emitted over the speakers of the hospital, stating that visiting hours were over. steve and robin get their belongings before leaving the room. they pass the cafeteria, making steve stop in his tracks.
"do you want to get food before we head home?" steve points to the food court like area.
"no, vickie's actually picking me up for a date," robin nonchalantly answers.
steve's eyes widen, "wow, and you didn't tell me?" he laughs.
robin shoves him, before she starts walking to the lobby, "i was going to tell you eventually."
the pair shares a wave, knowing they were probably going to see each other again by the end of the week.
steve was quick to grab food, knowing exactly what he was in the mood for. a sandwich, a drink and a chocolate chip cookie were on the white tray.
he turned, and look around the tables. some were filled with parents. others had just one person, and some were empty with a few crumbs littered on top. steve however noticed on table in particular.
he recognized the purple scrubs of the nurse who he saw less than thirty minutes ago.
several thoughts flooded his mind as he walked over to the table y/n was sitting at.
what if she doesn't want to see me again? maybe she can't sit with visitors. what if she wants to eat alone?
however the thoughts don't stop him from standing in front of the table.
y/n picks her head up from her food, and sees a familiar grey jacket. her eyes reach the eyes of the person standing in front of her. she smiles, once she notices it's steve.
"hi steve," her smile never falters.
steve points to the empty chair across from her, "can i sit?"
y/n nods, "be my guest. i was feeling kind of lonely anyway."
steve and y/n both smile as he sits down across from her. they both eat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before steve breaks the silence for the second time today.
"what made you become a nurse?"
y/n takes in a short breath, which doesn't go unnoticed by steve. she wasn't sure why she was about to tell him the real reason, but she felt like she could trust him.
"before my dad passed away, i felt like i wasn't doing enough when he was in the hopsital. so when he passed, i made this like, promise to myself to help everyone else since i couldn't help him."
steve's heart breaks for the girl in front of him, "i'm so sorry y/n."
y/n can tell his voice is nothing but sincere. she only smiles, her own voice now feeling lost.
steve, trying his best to change the subject, asks another question.
"is this your first job?"
y/n nods, "yeah, i was going to work at the mall after high school, but decided this is what i want to do for a while."
"i used to work at the mall," steve laughs, making y/n gasp slightly.
"seriously? which store did you work at?"
"scoops ahoy, you know it?"
y/n nods, "i walked by it probably hundreds of times while me and my friends were out shopping," she laughs, now remembering seeing steve in that stupid sailor uniform whenever she passed by.
"but then the mall got destroyed from that fire," steve continued, "so now i work at family video. next to the arcade."
"i've been meaning to get some movies from there. but with school and work i've just been too busy," y/n sighs. don't get her wrong, she loves everything about her job, and the opportunities she's been given at such a young age. she only misses the amount of free time she used to have.
"i have a shift tomorrow, if you want to stop by whenever your shift ends, i can recommend some great movies," steve offers, in hope to be able to see her again tomorrow.
"i'll have to see how late i'm working tomorrow. i'd love to see you again," y/n catches onto to what she just said, which made steve raise his eyebrows and laugh quietly.
"i mean, i'd love to see you recommend me some movies. not that i won't be happy to see you again."
steve chuckles again at y/n's rambling, which instantly reminds him of robin.
"i know what you mean y/n, don't worry."
y/n's shoulder relax, as her and steve both finish their meals.
y/n takes both her and steve's white trays to the trash bins, and dumps the containers inside. steve grabs his car keys and wallet, along with y/n's jacket draped over the back of the chair and her purse.
y/n thanks steve while putting on her jacket. the two of them walk down the hallway together, and make their way through the lobby and out into the parking lot.
"you know you didn't have to walk me to my car right?" y/n lets out a giggle, which steve finds adorable.
"i know, just thought it'd be the chivalrous thing to do," steve chuckles, as he remembers dustin using that word a lot.
"well thank you steve," y/n sends him a smile, before reaching in her pockets, looking for her car keys.
steve realizes he's still holding her purse. he lets out a small 'oh' before handing it to her, making her thank him again.
steve waves to her as she turns her car on. he makes sure she leaves the parking lot safely, before he starts walking over to his own.
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steve's shift at family video the next day was uneventful and slow. only three customers have come in since steve's shift started. was it slow because he wanted to leave? maybe. did he want to leave only so he could see y/n again? absolutely.
robin noticed how bored steve looked as he played with the slinky on the counter.
"keith won't care if you leave ten minutes early ya know?" robin states, "we've been slow all day."
"you're telling me this why?" steve turns to face robin, who's stocking one of the shelves.
"you and i both know you just want to see that hot nurse from yesterday, who you obviously have chemistry with."
"i did not call her hot," steve dismisses.
"no, but you're thinking it," robin smirks.
steve just sends her a look, which makes robin laugh as she continues working.
steve contemplates on leaving early. he knew keith wouldn't care, just like robin said a moment ago.
"screw it."
steve walks into the small break room in the back of the store and clocks out. he grabs his keys and wallet, and a can of coke for the drive there, then jogs slightly through the store to get to his car.
"bye romeo!" robin yells as the store door closes.
steve's thankful the hopsital is close to fanily video, making him only have to deal with a twenty three minute drive.
he's lucky to find a parking spot. he takes notice of all the cars in the parking lot, knowing how busy it must be inside.
steve walked in and his assumption was correct. the lobby was almost filled to the brim with visitors, incoming patients, and doctors coming in and out through every door.
he walked to the front desk, and was surprised how quick he got his visitor sticker.
while walking through the hallway to get down to max's room, steve was passed by many doctors, nurses and patients. one nurse he wasn't expecting to see run by was y/n.
y/n, two doctors, and two others nurses were running by steve at the same time. he heard a certain code from the speakers as they all ran by, as well as calls from their moniters.
steve stopped walking for a moment, as he turned to see the group of five running back with a little girl on a stretcher. she looked maybe six or seven, and was as white as a ghost. her cries could be heard throughout the lower level of the hospital, even with the mask on her face.
steve got back to his original task, once the hallway had calmed down. he finally made it to max's room. he smiled when he saw the familiar room number.
"what are you guys doing here?" steve thinks out loud, as he's met with the whole party in max's room.
lucas, erica, will, mike and eleven all stood beside the bed near the window, while nancy and jonathan sat in the seats.
"mike, nancy and jonathan all came back from california this morning. we thought they should come see max," will explains.
just as steve is about to ask another question, a knock on the door makes him turn. a nurse comes in, who isn't y/n.
"oh wow, a lot of visitors in here," she smiles.
the nurse starts to take max's vitals, just like any other day. with all of the people in the room, steve's face grows hot as he starts to feel claustrophobic. he tells nancy he'll be outside the room if any of them need him.
less than ten minutes pass as everyone walks out of max's room, besides the nurse.
they all walk past steve and go down the hallway, after nancy tells steve that all the kids are getting antsy and need to get out of the hospital. steve nodded in understanding, knowing they could only handle it for so long.
steve debates on going back inside to check on max, but decides not to.
whenever he goes into that room, all he can think of is it being his fault for her condition. he always feels as if he could've done more to protect her from vecna.
steve stands from the chair and starts walking to the cafeteria. might as well get free food before i leave.
his plans change however, once he turns the corner and sees y/n sitting on the floor. her elbows are resting on her bent knees while her hands are in her hair. steve hears the soft cries coming from the girl.
he jogs towards her, before kneeling down besides her.
"hey hey, are you okay?" his voice is gentle, as he rests his hand on her shoulder.
y/n's head turns. she definitely wasn't expecting to see steve at the hospital today. "what are you doing here?" her voice was raspy.
"i was visiting max, but then was going to get food, and i found you here. are you alright?"
y/n only shakes her head, after sniffling and wiping her eyes. "a little girl passed away, not long after she came in from an ambulance."
steve listens, keeping a hand on her shoulder as he rubs his thumb along the bone.
"i've dealt with patients passing before, but this one felt so different. her parents were in the room," y/n hiccups as she tries to catch her breath, "they were in the room while her time of death was announced."
steve didn't say anything in return. he simply stood up and held his hand out, which y/n instantly took. he helped her stand up, and was quick to open his arms. of course y/n complied.
steve's arms were wrapped loosely around her neck, while her own were around his waist. the action only made her break down more, making her grip onto steve's grey jacket. he gently swayed the two back and forth, in efforts of calming y/n down.
steve kissed the top of y/n's head once he heard her cries starting to die down.
"how would french fries and milkshakes make you feel right now?" steve asks, not moving from his current position.
y/n giggles before sniffling again, "i wouldn't hate it."
steve reluctanly pulls away from the hug, "when does your shift end?"
y/n checks her watch and chuckles, "two minutes ago actually. let me grab my things and i'll meet you in the lobby?"
steve nods, watching y/n walk away from him.
just as promised, steve's waiting in the lobby when y/n walks through the double doors.
they both walk out to the parking lot, and before y/n can walk to her own car, steve grabs y/n's shoulder.
she turns with her eyebrows furrowed.
"we can just take my car," steve offers, "we can go to the diner, and if you want to you can stay at mine for the night."
y/n's heart melts at steve's offer, as he starts to ramble.
"i mean you've probably had a long day, and i know if i were you i wouldn't want to be alone right now. i know we just met so it-"
"steve," y/n cuts him off.
"yeah?"
"i'd love to," she smiles, making steve send one back to her.
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steve stuck to his word as he took himself and y/n to the diner nearby. they got a large order of fries, as steve got a chocolate milkshake and y/n got a strawberry one.
now the pair was at steve's house. his parents were out of town, which didn't surprise steve. which meant they had the house to themselves.
steve noticed y/n was still in her purple scrubs, which prompted him to ask, "do you want some comfortable clothes to change into?" he chuckles.
y/n nods, "if you don't mind, that'd be great."
steve motions for her to follow him up the stairs, which she does.
y/n looks around steve's room once they both enter, as steve goes over to his dresser. y/n sees the different trophies placed around the room, as well as multiple picture frames of what seems to be of himself and friends.
steve comes back to the girl, and hands her an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
"bathroom's right across the hall," he smiles. he hears a small 'thank you' as y/n walks out of his room.
he takes the time to change out of his jeans and polo shirt, and into a pair of pajama pants and old high school t-shirt.
he turns once he hears the bathroom door opening, and smiles at the sight of y/n wearing his own clothes.
"thank you steve," she places her old clothes by the wall, before standing in front of steve.
"thank you for everything actually," she admits.
"you're very welcome," steve smiles, "i just want to make sure you're okay after today."
y/n nods, "yeah, i think i'll be okay."
after a moment, steve breaks the silence, "do you want to go downstairs and watch a movie? or we could go outside and just talk?"
"i'm okay with a movie."
once y/n and steve make their way back downstairs and into the living room, a thought pops into y/n's head.
"do you mind if i call my mom first? just in case she calls and i'm not home, i'll tell her why."
steve points in the direction of the phone, "yeah of course, phone's in the kitchen by the fridge."
steve chuckles to himself when he hears another 'thank you' coming from y/n before she's in the kitchen.
steve can't help but look at the girl from the living room. he's able to see from her waist up, and still think she looks perfect in his clothes.
y/n hangs up the phone after a short conversation with her mom. she puts her head in her hands and takes in a deep breath. the last thing she wanted to do was breakdown in front of steve again.
"are you okay?"
speak of the devil. y/n saw steve standing right outside the kitchen. she simply nodded before walking over to him.
"today was just a lot," she sighs.
"i get that," steve agrees.
just by the look on y/n's face, he can tell a million different thoughts are going through her mind. he grabs her chin in his hand to make her look up at him, and then moves his hand to cup her cheek.
"are you sure your okay?" his voice is softer than before.
once again, y/n only nods.
steve and y/n mantain their eye contact, completely getting lost in each other's eyes.
y/n noticed how soft and gentle his eyes look. she believes there's a whole story underneath his eyes, but decided against asking.
as steve is doing the same thing to y/n, the girl leans up and kisses him on the lips quickly.
her heartbeat only picked up once he didn't say anything. she feared she had messed up the relationship the two had just started.
steve didn't move his hand from y/n's cheek, and he smirked slightly.
before y/n could start profusely apologizing, steve beat her to it.
"why'd you stop?"
the question immediately caught y/n off gaurd, "what?"
"why'd you stop kissing me?" steve asks again.
y/n can only stutter in response and before a full sentence can be formed, steve pulls her to him and kisses her on the lips.
his other hand moves to her waist, gripping at the skin peaking out from under the shirt.
y/n quickly responds by kissing him back, as both of her hands go to his waist.
y/n gasps slightly as steve turns to hold her against the wall that he was previously leaning on. the gasp gives steve the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth, making the two's tongues have to fight for dominance.
"screw the movie," steve mumbles against y/n's lips, making her giggle before she wraps both of her arms around steve's neck.
y/n giggles again after steve grabs her hand, and pulls her back upstairs to his bedroom.
to say robin would be getting a very interesting call from steve the next morning would be an understatement.
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ESTOY ENLOQUECIDO POR TI
GEKKO (MATEO) x reader pt.2
pt.1
summary — you and gekko have been officially dating for five months, and you've been. . . thinking about things. from what was once, "he's so strong" when he's carrying something developed into "could he throw me on the bed?". of course, you never knew how to initiate it. do you just ask him? does it just escalate? do you have to plan it all out? those questions have been bothering you for so long that you straight up decided, fuck it, and searched it up on the internet. well, that was one way to get it started.
note — this is my first time writing smut LMAO. this might be extremely mid or decent, but i hope i don't disappoint with this!! i couldn't stop thinking about mateo yesterday so i decided i would start making this today. I ALSO CAN'T LEAVE THE MATEO SMUT TAG HAVE ONLY ONE FIC, on that note go check it out its so fucking good i love it.
w/c — 2.5k
warnings — (bad) smut, oral (f receiving), rough (ish), praise, tones of dumbification, kitchen sex, undertones of dom reader but mostly d. gekko and s. reader
not proofread + i am not responsible for any minors interacting w this post
you were done with it.
you were done waiting for your own confidence to go up just so you could. . . have sex with mateo.
just thinking about it had you red.
now that the two of you had finally moved in together, there was even less of a time that you could just do things yourself without him noticing. before you could masturbate whenever you wanted, as loud as you wanted. now you couldn't risk him hearing out of embarrassment.
it's been five months since the two of you had got together, and not once had either of you escalated past a few brief touches under shirts while kissing. mateo hadn't even seen you naked, or even with just a bra and underwear.
you knew that it would be this way until you did something about it. but the thing is, you don't know how.
and that led you here, legs crossed on your shared bed. you took a deep breath and began typing into the laptop on your lap.
"what the fuck do i even type?" you muttered under your breath.
"how to start sex? no, that sounds weird as fuck. how to get in the mood for sex?" you typed that, and instantly glanced towards the door, feeling as if mateo would walk in at any moment.
you were really picky about what websites you went on. you didn't need a whole porn video, but you also didn't need tips on how to get yourself horny.
researching harder than you do for homework, you didn't realize that the door creaked open.
"hey, chica. are you okay with a sandwich for lunch?" he said, alerting you of his presence.
without thinking, you quickly slammed the lid of the computer shut.
he gazed at you questionably, raising his eyebrow. "what was that?"
"it's nothing," you lied terribly.
his eyes narrowed. he could usually tell when you were lying, and it was obvious.
"but i'd love a sandwich," you tried changing the subject, hoping that he'd take the hint you wouldn't tell him.
"whatever you say, hermosa," he gave you a two-finger salute as he walked out the room.
you sighed in relief and opened the laptop again. so far, you had no luck. you did find some tips, but there was no way you were asking him, "hey, wanna fuck?"
you rubbed your hands against your face and let out a long groan. all this trouble just to ask him to destroy you? you flushed thinking about it.
deciding that you needed a break, you set the laptop down, angling the screen so that it wasn't wide open, but it wasn't quite closed.
you made your way downstairs, walking in the kitchen to see mateo with a big red stain on his shirt.
"holy shit, are you okay?" you ran over to him.
"i'm fine princesa. it's just ketchup. did you think it was blood?" he laughed.
you scowled and grabbed the sandwich on the counter, taking a big bite.
"hey, you're the one who thought it was blood, not me." he put his hands up in defense when you glared at him. "thanks for worrying about me though."
you rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face contradicted your irritated behavior.
"yeah, yeah. but if you're ever covered in blood don't expect me to come running."
"my heart," he pouted as he held his hand to his heart.
"don't you have to go get changed?" you questioned, trying to wipe the puppy-eyed look off his face.
"i probably should. look at you with the big ideas," he left the kitchen after giving you a peck on the cheek.
by the time he'd come back, you were busy washing the plate that you had used. he was silent, so when he wrapped his arms around your waist, you jumped and yelped in surprise.
"holy shit mateo, don't scare me like that!" you splashed him with some water, earning a chuckle.
"my bad chica," he apologized.
he stayed still for a few seconds, before he buried his head in the crook of your neck and start giving you little kisses.
"teo?"you questioned him while your face turned hot.
he hummed in response, continuing to trail open mouthed kisses along your neck. you tried your hardest not to gasp and tilt your neck.
"c'mon mateo, at least let me put this on the drying rack." you didn't trust yourself not to drop the plate and immediately go wild on this man.
that got him to stop, and you quickly put the plate on the rack and dried your hands.
"okay, hermoso. what are you doing?" you faced him, and he immediately caged you in against the counter.
your back hit the curved ledge, and his arms were on either side of you.
"what were you doing?" he asked instead of answering, inching closer.
"what do you mean me?" you were trying to convince yourself that he didn't know what you were doing upstairs, and that instead he was tricking you into saying it.
he didn't reply, but used one of his hands to pull you in, your arms automatically wrapping around his neck.
you'd never get used to how soft his lips were, the routine bite he always does to your lips whenever you make out. but this time was different. there wasn't more passion, but there was another emotion in how he pulls you closer to him
you could feel his smile, and when you pulled away, he had the goofiest grin on his face. his hand trailed up your thigh, stopping right before it got where you wanted it.
"teo," you frowned at him.
"what? is there something you want?" he teased you, inching closer to your core.
you averted your eyes, finding sudden interest in the ceiling. a sudden force tilts your chin back to face him.
"i asked you a question," he cooed.
you looked up at him through hooded eyes, and decided what's the worst that can happen?
you leaned your hips forward and grinded against his waist, letting out one long moan. he quickly stopped you with a harsh grip on your hips.
"does that say enough?" you said cockily.
"you have to use your words, hermosa. maybe i'll reward you."
you were tired of waiting, squirming at how uncomfortable it was in your shorts. from what you could see, he was too with the tent in his pants.
"i need you. i want you so bad." you whimpered, locking eyes with him.
he thought about it.
"what do you want?" he asked, his fingers making their way to your waistband and slowly inching it down your thighs. it left shivers coursing throughout your entire body, even though you felt on fire.
"i just want you. i want you to fuck me until i can't think anymore." you started rambling before you felt a pressure at your entrance.
he slipped a finger inside and curled it, and you slumped forward and found purchase on his shoulders.
"holy fuck mateo," you breathily said. "a little warning?"
"not my fault you weren't paying attention," he chuckled as he inserted another finger.
you've never bothered to use more than two fingers, but when mateo does it, it feels. . . different. you knew that you would never be able to replicate the same feeling that he makes you feel.
you could hear the noises as he went faster, along with the noises steadily pouring out your mouth.
"wait, fuck. . . mateo," you started speaking only to be interrupted by him sliding his fingers out and holding them up.
"damn chica, you're wet as fuck."
you almost died of embarrassment right then and there, but before you knew it, mateo dived between your legs.
you whimpered at his warm breath making contact with your folds, and just how you dreamed of, mateo went straight to work.
"fuck! teo, it feels so good," he hummed in response to your praise, pulling your legs over his shoulders while keeping your legs spread.
you threw your head back, letting out the most pornographic moan you've ever heard as your hand shot to his hair.
little whimpers and moans filled the room as you began to grind against his mouth. usually you'd last a lot longer than this, but either because you had been waiting months for this moment or the fact that mateo was eating you out, you felt something in your stomach tighten.
"mateo, stop, please." you slurred out, trying to use your hand to push him away. but he wouldn't move. he wanted to feel you cum around his tongue, and he stood by that.
he made a little motion with his head, shaking it side to side, still eagerly lapping away at you.
"i wanna cum with you, please i want it so bad." you blurted out, and that caused him to stop. you whined at the sudden cold air. well, he couldn't exactly pass up that offer, huh? especially when you begged so nicely and deperately.
"you always know what to say, chica," he grinned as he began unbuckling his pants.
"well, i didn't know what to say for it to come to this." you didn't know a single word that could've cause this to happen. not that you were complaining, but you might need that word for future reference.
"me about to fuck you stupid? i wouldn't know what to say either," you heard his pants fall to the floor and he angled you on the counter for you to be comfortable.
"this alright babe?" he asked, looking into your eyes for a clear answer. you stared back, impatient.
"just hurry up and fuck me," you nodded.
"i could stop right now."
"you wouldn't dare," you narrowed your eyes and before he could respond, you slammed yourself onto his cock.
he let out a groan his hands making their way to the bottom of your thighs to lift you up. although the beginning was rough, he started off slow.
"you know how long i've wanted to do this to you?" he said while picking up speed. your hands instinctively went up to cover your mouth to muffle your moans, but he pulled them away and pinned your wrists behind your back.
you shook your head. he watched as you didn't know where to look, eyes darting everywhere. from his chest, to his eyes, all the way down to where he was currently destroying you. then you'd get embarrassed and look away to start the cycle all over again.
"hey princesa. eyes on me," he loved seeing you not know what to do. as obedient as you are, you immediately locked eyes with him. "good girl. always so good for me, hmm?"
you nearly came as soon as he said that, tightening around his thick cock.
"oh, you like that?" you knew he'd use this against you forever. but now wasn't the time for you to be worrying about that. in fact, you couldn't think at all. you were understanding what he was saying but couldn't form a single response.
"i asked you a question." he began slowing down as if you didn't answer, he'd stop entirely. and you didn't want that.
quickly you answered, "i- mm, i love it," you slurred out.
"what was that?" he went back to his ungodly pace, and it took you even longer to piece a sentence together, letting out a moan every single time he hit your g-spot. you could swear you saw a little bump in your stomach every time he was fully in.
"i fucking love it, teo," you whimpered out, every word emphasized by the slapping of his hips against the apex of your thighs.
he would've blushed at this, but considering that he had in fact, been waiting so long for this, he attempted to go even faster and harder.
you were borderline drooling, if it wasn't for mateo holding you, you'd be lying back as far as you could. you went to grab for his back, before you realized that your wrists were still in his grasp.
"need to touch you," you whined.
he contemplated for a moment before releasing his constraint on you, and while you went straight for his back, his hands went up your shirt. the cold feel against your burning skin made you jump.
he had been letting out little moans and whimpers, but you could tell he was getting close with how they increased in volume and he began rutting into you like his life depended on it.
your moans were quieted but his lips on yours, and you began to feel that telltale knot in your stomach. it was as if he noticed this, as he broke the kiss and asked, "are you gonna cum?"
if you weren't in this position getting fucked until you couldn't think, you would've said, "isn't it obvious, dumbass?" but considering the fact he had you drooling on his dick that probably wouldn't be the best response.
you hurriedly nodded, and you could see the beginning of a smirk on his face.
"c'mon hermosa, you can do it. come for me," he trailed off into a long moan as you creamed around him, feeling as mateo did one last hard thrust and buried his head in the crook of your neck to mask his sounds.
the two of you stayed still in silence, only hearing each other's heavy breaths.
"did you mess up my hair?" you asked, blowing away strands of hair from your face.
"i think if your hair was fine, it wouldn't be much of a good time," you closed your legs as soon as he slid out, feeling something hot drip out of you.
"well, i think that i need to take a nice long shower." you attempted to get off the counter as mateo put his pants back on, but he stopped you.
"let me carry you, mi princesa. don't need you tripping." he gestured to you slightly trembling thighs.
you closed your thighs tighter together in embarrassment, as if didn't just cum in you a few minutes ago. he laughed at this and went to pick you up bridal style.
"y'know, this was what i was talking about when we first met. how we could be doing something else instead of dancing."
"why the fuck did it take you so long then, hm?" you jokingly punched his chest.
"well, why did you have to search up how to ask?" he shot back.
you totally forgot you left your laptop on the bed. it was open enough for anyone that goes by to glance at it and see at least half of what was on the screen.
and he went into the room to change his clothes.
"oh, fuck you teo," you hmphed and crossed your arms.
"you just did," he winked.
I HAD TO REWRITE THIS THREE FUCKING TIMES BECAUSE TUMBLR DIDN'T SAVE. THREE. I ACTUALLY LOST IT.
also how tf do u talk about pussy. like do you say pussy? vagina? entrance? core? heat? THIS IS SO HARD. btw i was so embarrassed making this that some parts might not make sense or be repetitive. im sorry
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How (Not) to Lose Your Soul: Chapter 1
And today is the day, my Dear Readers! We are back with the sequel to How (Not) to Summon a Demon! While I'm extremely nervous to post as this chapter took a bit longer to write than I'd hope, I am also excited to post it and get this story rolling. So without further ado, here is chapter one of How (Not) to Lose Your Soul!
Pairing: Alastor x fem!Reader
Warnings: bit of profanity
Gold paints your skin with the morning sun as light dances with you in a field of grass. A cool breeze tickles your neck, your hair whirling around you as you spin, faster and faster. Giggles, bubbling like champagne, erupt from your chest as you're lowered backwards, one arm clasp around a slender neck while you throw the other above you, curving into the dip. Red eyes search for yours, smile stretching wide when they meet as a soft whisper brushes against your skin, "Ma Chérie."
Your smile matches his as he brings you upright, hands settling on his chest. Your heart swells when you see how he looks at you, love written clearly across his face. You tilt your head up, placing a tender kiss upon his cheek. "I love you," you breathe, giggling when he returns the kiss to your forehead.
"I -" He speaks, but you can't hear his words.
"What?" you ask, smile faltering. His brows pinch together and he speaks again, but you hear nothing. The air around you stills, growing cold. The sunlight no longer feeling warm on your skin as clouds gather overhead. You feel a tug on your leg and scream when a hand starts to pull you down. You reach out for him but he's no longer there, an empty space where he once stood. You scream again, clawing at the grass as you're dragged beneath the ground. Your head is barely above as you gasp for air, coughing as dirt begins to fill your lungs. Your chest is on fire, you can't breathe, you can't breathe, you can't -
You bolt upright in a panic, heart pounding. Your hand flies up to your throat, rubbing it. There's no dirt as you gasp and cough, sweat beading down your forehead. Tears begin to form as you take in the unfamiliar room. To your left, you hear Veronica groan, rolling over under the covers. A lamp clicks on, dim light spilling into the room.
"What happened?" She sounds worn out but concerned. You wipe at your cheeks, sniffling as you turn your back to her, swinging your legs over the side of the bed.
"N-Nothing, sorry," you croak, voice hoarse. Your hear the blankets move again as she stifles a yawn.
"Another nightmare?" You sniff again, nodding your head. Your hands grip the edge of the bed tightly as his face flashes before you, a bittersweet reminder of what you couldn't have. Veronica sighs behind you. "Wanna talk about it?"
"No." You stand up, walking to the mini fridge on the other side of the room. The water you grab is cold to the touch, soothing as you gulp it down, the bottle crinkling loudly. You spare a glance at a clock hanging on the wall. It's 3:48 in the morning meaning you've only gotten roughly three hours of sleep. Damn.
"We heading out now?" Veronica asks. You throw the empty bottle in the trash before walking to your bag in the corner, pulling out a clean sweater.
"May as well. Still got another two hours to go before we reach Savannah." You slip on a pair of jeans, searching next for your hiking boots. You debate whether to add a jacket, knowing the temperature for the day was going to be cold. The weatherman even warned about ice collecting on the roads, but you doubt it.
"Can't we get at least another hour of sleep? We've already been driving for ten hours yesterday," Veronica complains, falling back onto her pillows. "My butt still hurts!"
"You knew what you were getting in to," you remind her, packing the rest of what you don't need back into your bag. You were surprised at how little you actually needed when it came to hunting demons.
"I know, I know," Veronica states, "and I'm not going anywhere but, damn girlie, can't we slow down just a little? It's not like he's going anywhere any time soon." You frown, standing up straight.
"What?" You're glaring, you know you are, but her words cut through you like a hot knife, stirring up anger.
"Wait, you're taking it the wrong way," she corrects herself.
"Am I?"
"Yes!" She stands up with a huff. "You're acting as if you're on a deadline to find him when in reality, he's not going anywhere. He's an immortal soul in Hell for fuck's sake." Veronica is angry now, too, and for why you're not sure, but it's pissing you off more. What right does she have to be angry? It was you that lost everything, not her. You were the one who had your very love ripped away from you. You were the one here on Earth while he was stuck in Hell, no way of knowing if you were alive or not. For all he knew, you had died and gone to Heaven, never to be with him for all of eternity. No, you had to find him and tell him. You had to summon him back to Earth and tell him that you're alive and well, and that you love him. No matter what it took or how long, this was something you needed to do and Veronica was just going to have to deal with that.
"I might be on a deadline," you say, grabbing your backpack and slinging it onto your shoulder. You don't wait for her as you head to the hotel room door.
"What do you mean?" she asks, nearly tripping as she tries to get dress in a hurry to follow you.
"His book was stolen, taken. That means whatever is trying to stop me from summoning him will be trying to keep me from finding other ways to get to him." It made sense to you. Ever since your encounter with the angel, her words a solemn warning, you knew time was against you. Your jaw tightens as you remember what she had said, 'Let's see if you can find your filthy demon again.'
"Wait up," Veronica pants, closing the door behind her. You make your way down the steps of the building to the parking lot below. As you reach your car, you pop the trunk and toss your bag inside before slamming it close again. Veronica finally catches up. "Look, I'm sorry," she apologizes, "I didn't mean to sound -"
"Like a bitch?" you finish for her. She flinches and you sigh, turning to face her. "I'm sorry, too." Veronica pulls you into a tight hug.
"We'll find him, girlie, I know we will," she says. You clear your throat, not wanting to cry for what seemed like the hundredth time that week.
"I'm going to go return this key. Start the car for me, yeah?" You toss her the car keys and walk to the hotel front desk. There's no one here, the office empty as you look around. Shrugging, you drop the keys on to the desk. As you turn, a cold breath breathes down your spine. You whip around, ready to punch whoever is that close to you, but there's nothing.
"Hello?" you call out. You feel the same cold air tickle your neck again except now, a hand joins it, gripping your throat tightly. You raise your hands to claw at the hand but feel nothing. It's like the air itself is choking you, pressure causing your head to grow faint as you struggle to breathe.
"Turn back," a voice whispers into your ear. You feel your feet leave the floor, dangling as you're lifted up. "Go Home." Your eyes roll to the back of your head, vision going black. Just as you feel yourself slipping from consciousness, your dropped to the floor harshly, falling to your knees. You cough roughly, inhaling gulps of air to refill your lungs, chest burning.
"Are you ok?" You see an older woman come into view from behind the office desk, her blue eyes worried as she looks you over. You stand weakly, ignoring her and pushing open the door to step outside. Veronica stands by your car, messing with her phone before looking up at you. Her eyes widen as she moves to intercept you, her hands gently reaching for your neck.
"The fuck happened?" She looks past you to the office then back to you, her nostrils flaring angrily. You shake your head, stepping around her. "Was it them again? I swear, if I catch them doing it, I'm gonna -" she pauses, "- probably not be able to do anything, but I will give them an earful!"
"It's becoming more frequent," you mumble. You climb into your car, starting the engine. Pulling up your phone, you select a route to Savannah, Georgia. Veronica hops in next to you, buckling her seatbelt.
"Think we're getting close?" she asks. You shrug, placing your phone on the mount that sits on your dashboard.
"Don't know, but I like to think that's the case." You buckle up, putting the car in reverse. "Why else would they be actively trying to kill me?" The tires screech as you pull out onto the highway, headlights bright as you drive.
"I still can't believe it," Veronica shakes her head. tucking a leg beneath her. “Demons, angels, heaven, hell; I miss being ignorant to all of this.” You want to say you agree with her, that you want to return to a world where you still believed science over faith. You can’t, though. Alastor had opened you up to a brand new world and even if they skies were darker without him right now, you wouldn’t change a thing. “Are you sure it’s angels?” She tucks a leg beneath her, her arm propping on the door.
“Not really?” You take an exit that directs you towards the interstate the continue, “I’ve only met one but she made it pretty clear that all of heaven is against me.” You can’t forget what she said, her words replaying in your head. ‘Let's see if you can find your filthy demon again.’ Your grip on the steering wheel tightens, knuckles going white. If this was a challenge, then you were going to win and smugly rub it in her face.
Veronica shifts in her seat, grabbing the folded map sitting between you. It’s wrinkled and worn, red circles placed in different areas with notes scribbled next to them. She spreads it open, taking a look. “You said we’re heading to Savannah, right?” You nod your head in confirmation and she continues. “According to this, we’re gonna be looking for an old plantation house. Apparently the previous owners claim it to be haunted by a demon.” She shudders, putting the map back.
“Hopefully the rumors are true,” you say. You don’t want this to be just another dead end like the previous four places you’ve visited. Truth be told, they were all long shots, each destination hand picked from hours of online research. You looked for everything from ghost stories to possessions, marking down the ones that seemed particularly promising. The first four left you empty handed, the rumors being just that with not a single demon to be found. It hurt, thinking all of this would be for nothing, but you had to push on. You just had to, for him.
Ignoring the way your mind wandered, you placed your focus back on the road. Traffic was nonexistent as you drive, speeds exceeding local limits to make up for lost time. As you draw closer to the coastal city, the sky starts to lighten up. It’s nearly six in the morning when you make it, traffic building as people begin to head to work. You slow down, filtering in as you hand Veronica your phone.
“Put in that house address, will ya?” you ask. As she updates the route, you search for a gas station, nature calling. Spotting a exon, you quickly park at a pump and turn off the car. “Be right back.” You step out and walk swiftly to the small building, beelining for the bathroom. You excuse yourself as you bump into a rather tall man, disappearing into the restroom for a minute. When you come back out, the same man is a few feet away, occupying himself with a random bag of chips. Normally you wouldn’t pay no mind to a stranger, but the way he’s dressed has the hair on your neck standing up.
Wearing all black and darkened sunglasses, he looks straight out of an action film, like a bad guy waiting to ambush the protagonist. You keep an eye on him as you head to the coolers, grabbing two cokes for you and Veronica. You walk up to the register and set them down, waiting as the cashier rings them up.
“That’ll be $4.35.” You pull out your card and pay, taking the drinks and heading out the door. You quickly climb back into your car, handing Veronica hers. As you start your car, you see the man walk out, looking around before pausing when he sees you. Fuck.
“Hang on,” you mumble, giving Veronica no time to react as you put the car in gear and peel out of the station. As you merge into traffic, you check your rear view mirror to see if the man followed you, but he’s still standing in the parking lot. You relax a little and focus on the road.
“The hell? We being chased or something?” Veronica asks, turning in her seat to look out the back of the car. "Is it more angels?" She starts to panic, grabbing the handle above her on the car roof.
“I thought,” you shake your head. “Never mind.” You’re being paranoid, the events earlier at the hotel being to blame, you think. The guy could've been lost or waiting for someone. Maybe you should've listened to Veronica and stayed at the hotel a few hours more. No, you think to yourself, whether or not you're actually on a deadline, you didn't want to waste any more time. You heart aches with the need to see him again, to hold him, to hear his voice call your name.
You blink back the tears and continue driving, praying to the Universe for this lead to be the one.
Whew and that's chapter 1 posted! Thank you all for the comments, likes, and support, and as always, my Dear Readers, I will see you in the next chapter~!
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Electricity - DR3
Request: No
Summary: Reader and Daniel being fools for each other but not confessing after Daniel heard Lewis is gonna ask reader out
Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x best friend!reader
Word Count: 1323
Warnings: little sad and fluff, house moving, Daniel and reader being a pair of fools for ice cream, cursing
Author’s Note: Inspired by the song electricity of Silk City, Dua Lipa. Don’t be a ghost reader, it took me a while to write in it.
1996
At your 7 years you got to move from your country because your father got a job offer at Perth, Australia, you got to admin it was scary at first, moving from Peru to Australia was not easy especially when it was a different idiom, people, school, basically everything. Your mother died when you were 4, so it has been you and your dad only until you meet him.
Your dad was a mechanic engineer, and he was working at the Australia track when you meet him.
It was a very hotness Wednesday when you were looking around for your dad since you got lost looking the other cars when suddenly him bumped you, a pretty boy with big brown eyes and a cheeky smile.
“Sorry, I didn’t see where I was going”
“Sorry too, are you okey? ” he said cheking on you to see if you were fine
“Yep, I’m y/n by the way”
“I’m Daniel, nice to meet you” he said shaking hands with you “Come on, let’s go for some ice cream”
Before you could answer he was already running and holding your hand, so you could follow him.
Since that you and him start to hang more and more becoming best friends, you attending to his races and him been for you in every broken heart.
2011
When I'm with you
Ooh, baby
Giving up my ghost for you
“Gosh Daniel, I’m so proud of you debuting for F1” you said
“What you think about the race?” he replied
“That someone is getting an F1 seat soon”
“You really think so?”
“Absolutely, you’ll see”
“Thanks, changing theme” he said looking behind you “where is Michael?”
“He isn’t coming, actually he isn’t coming anymore we split out, think it wasn’t meant to be”
“What? Why? You okey?”
“Yep, we just wanted different things” you said trying to recover the reality “come on let’s go for some ice cream” you said grabbing his hand.
The truth was that Micheal want to call it quits since he saw how much time you spend with Daniel and you attending to the race and cancelling your date 3 days before was the straw that broke the camel's back.
He told you that it was clear you and Daniel were in love, so he broke up with you, you didn’t agree with him saying that you got a thing for Daniel when it wasn’t he was your best friend that was all.
2021
All I see is you, lately
Wide awake and in my dreams
I see your face so vividly
I don't know what I'd do
Ooh, baby
If you only saw a friend in me
I'd be bittersweet
That casual kiss on my cheek would have meant nothing up until recently, every time that you saw, hug or touch Daniel there was a feeling, a feeling in your stomach.
This started to happen since that GP 2 years ago when he wins, you watch him get off the stage to hug you and since then you could stop thinking about him.
Now you weren’t dumb you knew what it meant, but it didn’t matter, today you decided to give it a shot and tell him after the race.
“Hey Dan, congrats on p4” you said after entering on his driver's room
“Thanks y/n” okey it was now or never
“So, I want to tell you something” said both of you
“Go ahead” he said
“No, you” you said thinking he would say what you think it was, was it that he felt the same? He also likes you ?
“Well, I meet this pretty girl yesterday and I ask her to go on a date tomorrow” he said smiling
After that you learn that online date apps were not that bad at all.
2022
I know you've been treating, treating yourself wrong
So let me care for you
Ooh, baby
I'ma love you differently
I'll give you electricity
“Hey, you wanna grab some ice cream?” you said to him after he opens the door of the hotel
Everybody knew Daniel wasn’t having the time of his life this season with Mclaren treating him like shit.
“Thank but not in the mood” he says a little sad
“What’s wrong?” you could feel something was not fine
“Imleavingmclaren” he whispered
“What?” you replied confused
“I’m leaving Mclaren y/n” he said more loud this time with tears in his eyes
This past few weeks Daniel was the center of attention on the paddock but not for a good reason, everyone wanted to know where he was going to go or do after the news. Daniel started to push everyone, fake smiling all the time, there wasn’t that smile that you saw years ago anymore, he started to lose weight and cancelled to your friend dates.
“Daniel, talk to me” you beg, this week you found out Daniel wasn’t eating
“I am fine”
“No you’re not, you being skipping foods”
“Just wasn’t hungry, that’s all”
“What about our Wednesdays of ice cream that you seem to skip now” you replied a little angry now
“Busy”
“Daniel Joseph Ricciardo stop it, I know you since we were 7, and I know you are not fine, and it’s okey not being fine sometimes” you said now hugging him
“It’s just too much for me right now, I feel like my life doesn’t matter anymore, I feel lost” he cried
“You’re going to be fine, let me care for you ”
2023
I feel electric, baby
So electric, baby
Wanna let you know, let you know
I think I'm ready, baby
I think I'm ready, now
It was the Australia GP and you decided to go see it with Daniel, that night at the hotel he started to feel better, it has been a tough way, but now he was the third driver of Red Bull Racing, and he had enough time for Wednesdays of Ice cream.
“Hey Seb, how retiring treating you?”
“Very good, where is your lovebird?”
“Not my lovebird”
“Come on y/n, you two are bound to one another, you always have been, and I know he feels the same”
“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think he feels the same way” you replied
“Who? Daniel?” said Hanna joining the conversation “he is a fool for you”
“Yep but y/n says he is not” Seb said telling his wife the context
“I even thought you were dating, there is no way he doesn’t” she said
“Yeah, well he doesn’t” you said
Max has won the Australia GP, and you’re at the hotel getting ready for the party when you heard a knock.
“Hi Dan” you said opening the door
“So I heard Lewis want to ask you out” he says while entering to the room.
What? Lewis? I mean he was cute, well hot, but you were more into a certain Australian “Really? Who you kn..” you couldn’t finish because you feel his lips against you.
“Before you said anything I just want you to know I’ve always liked you, from the first moment I saw you at that Wednesday when we went to eat ice cream, and you order vanilla, and ever since that day I have hidden my feelings because I didn’t want to lose you, but now I heard Lewis want to ask you out, so I have to risk now because I know him, and I know that if you say yes to that date I will lose you forever so here I’m telling you everything and hoping you feel the same way y/n” he lower his head as he finishes saying that, not wanting to look your reaction but instead of a push he feels your lips again.
“That means you like me too?”
“Of course you fool”
He started to smile, grab your hand and run while yelled “Come on, let’s grab some ice cream to commemorate this moment”
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Well Met By Moonlight Part 7
Hello! It was a bit of a rough morning for me with the hate I got earlier. Maybe I could have worded it nicer, but I'm tired of gatekeepers that think everything ever has to be canon inspired, but if you have a difference of opinion about what is canon then them you're delusional.
And then my son nearly fainted at his school singing program this afternoon. He got sent home yesterday due to being over emotional at school (couldn't stop crying), but we thought it was just a bad mental health day. Apparently not.
So it was a little hard wanting to post today, even though I have a backlog of 15 chapters across 5 stories because I was feeling overly emotional.
So I hope you enjoy a little bit of sexy times for our boys. I told you I'd bring Eddie back sooner, rather than later.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
18+ Under the Cut
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Eddie was in his room trying to nail down the bridge on a song he was writing when he heard a small scratching noise at the front door. He set his guitar aside and listened closely.
There it was again.
He wasn’t expecting anyone today. He got up warily and was at the door in an instant. He looked through the peephole and huffed out a laugh.
He opened the door and leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed.
“You barely left me last night and you’re already at my door step again?” he teased.
There was that wolfie laugh Eddie adored so much.
“Come on in before the twins next door think you’re a doggy to play with and chase you all over the trailer park.”
Steve laughed again and Eddie shook his head, moving to the side to let his boyfriend in.
Steve shifted back to human and wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck loosely. “Hey baby.”
Eddie purred. “Hey, sweetheart.”
Even though he knew that Steve being naked wasn’t a sexual thing, it didn’t stop him from grabbing that beautiful bare ass anyway.
He dived into Steve’s lips kissing and licking his way into that perfect mouth.
Steve’s arms tightened around Eddie’s neck, grinding against the hard planes his body. He wrapped his legs around Eddie’s waist and let him carry him into the bedroom.
He kicked the door closed and proceeded to have his wicked way with him.
Once they had come several times and had finally wore themselves out, Eddie rolled over on his back and huffed out a laugh.
“I know you didn’t just come over to fuck,” he said, throwing his arm over his eyes, “so what’s the real reason for the visit?”
Steve laughed. “You are very distracting, you know?”
Eddie grinned. “It’s that ass, baby. I just can’t get enough.”
“That’s fair,” Steve said. He rolled over on his side to look at him. “You know how it was Josh’s first day with the pack?”
Eddie immediately straightened up and looked down at Steve. “Yeah? How did that go?”
“He’s a good kid and I don’t think we’ll have any problem with him,” Steve hummed.
“But...” Eddie asked, tilting his head forward.
Steve sat up and wrapped one arm around his knees. “When you were growing up did you have any days where the teachers would talk about supernatural kind? But not like on days the supernatural kids would be there?”
Eddie sat up too and frowned. He thought hard. “You know, now that you mention it, there were days like that. It was straight up bullshit, so I never really paid attention...” His eyes went wide. “Shit you don’t think that’s why Jason and them went apeshit, do you? The shit they were learning about on moon days?”
Steve bit his lip. “I don’t know. It worries me that they’re getting anything like that at all.”
Eddie nodded. “I don’t know of anyone who’s not supernatural, not anymore.”
Steve lifted his head. “Yes you do. The drummer of your band, what was it called, Carrion Coffin or something?”
“Corroded Coffin,” Eddie gently corrected.
“That’s the one,” Steve said, snapping his fingers. “I know Jeff is a vampire like you and Brian is some other supernatural being...”
“Siren,” Eddie said, rubbing his chin. “I’ve always suspected Gareth might be a supe of some sort, but I could never confirm it.”
“But if he’s still going to school,” Steve said hopefully, “and not allowed to take moon days off due to whatever kind of supe he is, then he might be able to do some recon for us.”
Eddie nodded. “I have band practice tomorrow, I’ll ask. Maybe Brian remembers something, too.”
Steve sagged in relief. “Thanks sweetheart. I appreciate it. If the schools are indoctrinating kids against supes that might explain the rise in hunters over the last few decades.”
“Leading to whatever the hell it was that happened to you...” Eddie said thoughtfully.
“Yeah, because why a cross?” Steve said. “Crosses are vampire lore, not werewolf.”
“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “I’ll talk to Wayne about it when he gets home. Maybe he can get more out of Patrick and Jason tomorrow, too.”
“Thanks, Eds,” Steve murmured. “That’s weight off my mind.”
Eddie grinned. “Now where were we?”
Steve laughed and then tackled his boyfriend back to his bed. He straddled Eddie’s waist. “You are insatiable, you know that?”
Eddie snapped his jaws at Steve playfully. “You love it.”
Steve moved up enough so that Eddie’s cock caught on Steve’s taint, causing Eddie to gasp.
“Oh, so that how you want to play it, pretty boy,” he growled, slowly pushing Steve backwards onto his cock until Steve bottomed out.
“Fuck, baby,” Steve whined. “I love the way you fill me.”
Eddie lifted him up and then snapped him back down his cock. “I love the way you look when you’re stuffed with my dick, sweetheart. I love the whimpering mess you become when I fuck you so hard. But you’re on top this time, so show me what you’ve got.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah. I can do that.”
He started off slow, allowing the drag of Eddie’s cock to come almost all the way out before slamming back down onto his hips.
“Like that, Stevie,” Eddie said his voice husky with desire. “Just. Like. That.”
Steve nodded. He kept up the slow pace, grinding up and down, touching his throat, his chest, his stomach, his thighs, everywhere but his cock.
“Fuck, baby,” Eddie cooed. “You putting on a show for me?”
Steve nodded, biting down on his lip. He ran his fingers through his hair and then back down his body.
Eddie was about to explode from the sight alone. His last ounce of control snapped and he flipped them over.
Steve let out a gasp of surprise. “Too much for you, rockstar?”
“Not even close to being enough, sweet cheeks,” he growled and then starting railing him hard and fast.
Soon Steve was spilling on his belly as he watched Eddie chase his own release.
Moments later Eddie was stock still as he filled Steve, his eyelashes fluttered shut and his breath came out in a shuddering sigh.
They were drenched in sweat, Steve was covered in come, and they both panted for breath.
Eddie slipped out and flopped on the bed next to Steve. “Fuck, I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
Steve giggled. “Supernatural sex tends to be better because we have better stamina, strength, and flexibility then humans do.”
Eddie rolled on his side and propped himself up on his elbow. “Despite what this town thinks I was no blushing virgin coming into this relationship, babe. I’ve been with human, siren, and werewolf–” Steve opened his mouth to ask but Eddie held up his hand, “no one you know, I promise. This is at a supernatural bar in Indy. But I have never had sex like when I’m with you. It makes all the noise in my head fade to the background.”
Steve smiled. “I’m glad. And of course I’m completely gone on you, too, you know. I don’t it’s the type of supe you are that makes being with you so easy, the sex so good. It’s you.”
Eddie smiled dopeyly at Steve as he watched his boyfriend get up and head for the showers.
He cleaned up the bed and got dressed again. He was back working on the bridge he was working on before Steve came around, but this time with added clarity.
“Sounding good, Eds,” Steve said when he came back in.
Eddie grinned up at him. “Maybe I should have sex with you every time I’m stumped writing, I mean it about the clearing my head.”
Steve leaned down and gave him a kiss. “I wouldn’t mind.”
Eddie giggled. “Go on, pretty alpha boy. Your pack awaits.”
Steve laughed, skipping away lightly.
He opened the door and then transformed, leaping down the stairs. He tore down the road and Eddie just shook his head fondly as he shut the door behind his boyfriend.
*
Steve loved his wolf form. It was two-toned unlike most of his pack. The dark brown of his upper pelt and honey color of his muzzle, legs, and belly made him look more like an oversized friendly dog most of the time.
It made it easier to walk the streets of Hawkins without people batting an eye at him.
There were those that recognized him on sight, of course. But they never called him by his name, they always called out, “Sandy!”
Which always made him laugh.
“Hey, Sandy!” Mr Thacher called from his tire shop as Steve loped by.
Steve barked his hello and continued on way.
A little boy spotted him and Steve patiently sat still as he buried his face into Steve’s fur until his dad tugged on his hand to make him come with.
“Not now, Charlie,” his admonished. “You have a dentist appointment.”
Charlie sighed and allowed himself to be led away with a mournful, “Bye puppy.”
He finally got to the mayor’s office and grabbed the robe waiting by the door. He went into the bathroom and came out with the robe wrapped around his naked form.
Lucy, Major Roberts’s secretary, shook her head. “It’s damn shame that Mayor Roberts put that robe there for you.”
Steve laughed. “You just like looking at my ass.”
She pretended to be affronted. “Darling, it’s your thighs!”
Steve laughed again. “Is he able to see me right now?”
She nodded. “I’ll buzz you in.”
“Mr Harrington!” Mayor Roberts greeted, standing up to shake his hand. “What an unexpected pleasure, how can I be of service?”
Steve sat down and told him everything Josh had told him and his discussion with Eddie about the possibility of anti-supernatural rhetoric being taught in the schools.
Mayor Roberts nodded. “I was aware there was extra-curricular subjects being taught on moon days, as the teachers can’t teach their subject to only half their class. But I don’t think I ever thought about what was being taught.”
Steve nodded. “If we can find the source here in Hawkins maybe we can get it changed on a national level.”
“Thereby stopping the rise of hunters in the country,” Mayor Roberts agreed. “I’ll look into it. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”
Steve nodded again. “Of course. Thank you for your time.”
They shook hands and Steve was slipping through the door as wolf, the robe carefully carried in his jaw.
Lucy laughed. “Sneak!” she teased.
Steve put the robe back on the hook and looked at her innocently.
Mayor Roberts laughed. “He got you good there, Lucy.”
She shook her head. “Yeah, yeah.”
And with that Steve slipped out of the mayor’s office and back out onto the street.
He shook himself off and the broke into a run. He had a lot to think about but first he had one more stop to make.
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Ella being fascinated with the idea that baby Narfi is in her mom’s tummy because she doesn’t quite understand but she loves it nonetheless & talks to the tummy all the time
Tummy Talkin'
☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆
Ella feat. Loki x Y/N
Summary: Ella discovers how much fun it is, to talk to her little sibling in your tummy.
Warnings: fluuuff! pregnancy things, short talks of nightmares, Loki being the best dad ever
Word Count: 1,5k
a/n: @aagn360 thank you so much for requesting this! 🥰 It was so much fun to write! 🥰 Also, I loved bringing the lullaby back! 😁
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"So, uh... My little sibling is in there, mommy?" Ella asked you, pointing at the small bump which was yours and Loki's second baby. It was sleeping time for the little girl, and you had just tucked her in - well... Halfway. She was rather sitting in her bed than laying.
Today was your turn with reading a story to her, and Ella seemingly jumped at the chance, since you had just started to show properly now.
You nodded; ran a hand through her wild black curls. "Yes, princess. Your little sibling is inside there." She literally stared at your belly; utterly fascinated. "How did she get inside your tummy?" Ella asked then; convinced that her baby sibling was going to be a girl. You smiled at the question, shaking your head. "This is just how it is. Human nature, sweetie. Just like with animals. Remember, when Tara's cat became a mommy of super sweet kittens? They were in her tummy as well." That didn't answer your daughter's question. Well, at least not precisely, but... She was still a child, and probably a bit too young for the whole truth.
Ella nodded, but frowned. "But... Mommy... What about birds? Their babies are in eggs." Welp... Good point, you thought. "That's right, Ella. It's because they aren't mammals - but you are going to learn that in school someday." To your luck, the little girl was satisfied with that answer. "Okay... I can't wait to learn it!" You smiled and leaned down to press a lingering kiss on her forehead.
"Sweetheart, it's time for your bedtime story now. It's getting late... Go, get comfy." Ella just smiled and nodded, before she laid down and got comfortable. You smiled again, pulled the covers tightly over her body; tucking her properly in. You reached for the book on her nightstand - a fairytale book, and opened it. "Now... Where were we?" You flipped through the pages, until you found the bookmark on the page where Loki had stopped yesterday. "Ah! I see..." You cleared your throat and began to read.
Ella slept in quite quickly. Only about fifteen minutes later, you tiptoed out of her room and down the hallway, to join Loki on the sofa in the living room.
"She asleep?" You nodded and plopped down on the sofa - straight into your husband's arms. "Mhm. Out like a light." Loki smiled softly - as you could see from the corner of your eyes, and pressed a kiss against your temple. "Good."
He pulled you tighter against him; cuddling you closer. "What would you wish to do with the rest of this beautiful evening, my queen?" He whispered close to your ear, causing a pleasant shiver to run down your spine. "Not much, actually. Can... Can you just cuddle me, please?"
Loki's expression went soft - which you were unable to see. "Of course, my love. Come here." The god pulled you once again closer - if that was even possible. While one arm held you securely pinned against his chest, the other arm sneaked around your hips; palm landing on your tiny baby bump. His thumb traced soft circles into the clothed skin. "Everything alright in there?" Loki asked in a low voice, with his face buried in your hair and neck. He always asked. At least once a day. Even though he knew, that you actually couldn't quite tell. One thing was certain, though... Loki couldn't wait to be able to really feel the child, which was growing in the safety of your womb.
"I'd say yes, babe." He took a deep breath, "Good. That's reassuring to know." and inhaled your scent. "I'm going to fully trust your motherly instincts in this one." You turned your head, in order to smile at him. "Me too." Your lips found his then; kissing him softly. It was a bit of an awkward angle, but that didn't stop neither you, nor Loki.
About two hours later - it was already close to midnight; the two of you were laying in bed. Loki was reading a book and you were on your phone, playing Candy Crush. It was a cosy, quiet atmosphere you and also Loki visibly enjoyed. Not for long, though... You didn't even make it to finish five levels, when you heard small footsteps outside the door of the bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible. Ella? Why was she awake? You hadn't the time to think of it further, when a gentle knock sounded against the wooden door.
"Mommy? Daddy?" Her quiet, but audibly quivering voice caught both, you and Loki's attention. "Come in, sweetheart!" You immediately called, after sharing a slightly concerned gaze with your husband. The door opened slowly; only to reveal your shaking, little girl, clutching her blankie in her hands. Her eyes were a bit red and puffy and a tear was rolling down the apple of her cheek.
"What happened, princess?" Loki asked alarmed, putting aside his book. "Why are you crying?" Ella wiped the tear away. "Had a nightmare... Can I... Can I, uh, sleep with you?" Your expression softened. "Aw oh no, I'm sorry, sweetie. Of course, you can sleep with us." Loki nodded, "Absolutely." and already scooted over to create more space for your daughter. A small smile spread on the girl's face. She closed the door and quickly hurried over to join you and her father. But instead of laying in between the two of you, she immediately cuddled against Loki; letting herself engulfed by his strong arms. Daddy's girl, you thought with a smile. It is how it is.
Loki peppered her head with soft kisses, all the while just holding her; giving her the feeling of safety and protection. "Can you remember what it was about, princess?" Ella shook her head. "Nu.Uh." "That's good. It can't bother you further then."
A few more shed tears later, Ella had calmed down again and was way more relaxed - although couldn't sleep. Loki had an idea, though. "Shall I sing you the lullaby you always loved as a baby?" "Oh, I think that's a great idea, what do you think, sweetheart?" You agreed, smiling at your family. You had placed your phone aside by now as well. "Uh.Huh. You can try, daddy." Loki nodded. "Alright then. Let's see, if it is still able to lull you to sleep." The god cleared his throat and began to sing...
"Men trærne de danser og fossene stanser. Når hun synger, hun synger 'kom hjem'. Men trærne de danser og fossene stanser. Når hun synger, hun synger 'kom hjem'. I stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandrer alene, over isbreer tar jeg meg frem." Ella pulled the blanket she shared with her dad closer, while Loki continued the lullaby he knew so well.
"I eplehagen står møyen den vene og synger, 'Når kommer du hjem?'. Men trærne de danser og fossene stanser. Når hun synger, hun synger 'kom hjem'. Men trærne de danser og fossene stanser. Når hun synger, hun synger 'kom hjem'." He ended the song with a soft hum. With a smile, he ascertained that he was indeed successful. His lullaby had lulled someone to sleep - but not his daughter. Ella was still wide awake; was way too fascinated by the song. You had fallen asleep.
"Daddy, that was-" Loki interrupted the little with a finger on his lips, signalling her to be quiet. Ella didn't understand first, but then Loki nodded towards you. The girl turned and saw. "Ohh, mommy's asleep," she whispered, then giggled. "Your lullaby helped!" A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the god's chest. "Indeed, princess... But unfortunately, not you. You should've been the one to drift off to dreamland, but well... I'm not complaining. Mommy needs the rest." Ella shuffled closer to you. "Because of the baby?" Loki nodded. "Mhm, exactly."
The girl's eyes were settled on your sleeping frame. You were still laying on your side, facing your husband and daughter. Your breathing deep and even. The blanket ended around your hips; leaving your upper body to the pleasantly cool air of the bedroom. Your sleep t-shirt had somehow, someway slipped up on the way; exposing your stomach. Therefore, that you laid on your side, with your hands tucked underneath your head; the small baby bump was clearly visible.
"Do you think my sibling can hear us, daddy?" Loki smiled. "Oh, I am sure of it. Try it. Go say hi." Ella squeaked up quietly, but excitedly and scooted even closer to you. She then turned, laid on her tummy. Her face now mere inches away from your stomach. Loki couldn't help but giggle, before he turned as well; joining his daughter; feet dangling over the edge of the bed.
"Hi baby," Ella whispered to your bump, "I'm your big sister. Can you hear me?" and pressed her ear against the swell of your stomach. "And?" Asked Loki curiously. The little girl's eyes widened. "Mhm! The baby says hello!" Loki smiled as well, playing of course along. "Really? Hello, baby!" Ella giggled. "Baby says hi daddy!"
Ella and Loki kept on talking to the baby, until the little girl fell asleep. Loki then maneuvered her in between you and him, and went to sleep as well.
From that day on, Ella talked to your baby bump almost on a daily basis. She loved to do it - and you thought it was just the sweetest thing ever.
#the baby fever au#loki x reader#loki laufeyson#loki x female reader#loki x you#tom hiddleston x reader#loki x y/n#loki fanfiction#loki fluff#loki#loki laufeyson x reader
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Hello I never actually request a emergency request before but I'd like to rn, Yesterday I lost my lovely cat his name was Five, he was very sick apparently and we couldn't do anything to help him it was so unexpected definitely for me, He went to the vet that day and I just expected him to come back home with my mom but sadly that wasn't the case. I didn't think I had to say goodbye so soon I miss him terribly already. I've been crying ever since yesterday he was still such a young cat. But yeah, this is the reason I'd want to request an emergency request. I'd like a comfort scenario or comfort headcanons? With Twilight and if you could Time too (separately) they are my favorite boys. I'd really just appreciate some comfort i dont care if its plotonic or romantic, It's okay if you can't write my request or i did something wrong requesting but I'd just had to try Hope you have a good day
I'm so sorry, darlin'. I know what that's like to lose a pet so dear, I feel you and I hope the days get better for you, truly 💚 take some time for yourself, okay?
Twilight
"Is everything okay, sugar?"
You've been acting off lately which caught his attention immediately after checking into the inn last night. You were silent more than normal, kept your head down and spoke in mumbles even rejecting the food Wild made. He knew something was up and he didn't like it, he rather see a smile on your face than a broken one.
Twilight perked up and noticed the downtrodden nature that graced your frame when you stepped out of the room. The brief eye contact told him enough that everything was indeed, not alright. He opened his mouth to say something, only to shut it when you silently begged with your eyes for him to drop it. His heart clenched at the sight of the wobble of your lips, causing the worry to swell within him.
He knows he shouldn't press or overstep the boundaries yet the caretaker, and the protective side in him reared its head. Demanding to know what caused the pain, how can he help, and what to fix. Though, he knows when to step back and let the other breathe in the case of if they feel overwhelmed. In your case, you definitely were.
Twilight sighs and steps back, opening his arms a lil in a silent question. It was appreciative enough to make you shuffle over and collapse into his arms. He gives you a little squeeze, tucking your head into his shoulder and placed a kiss against the side of your head.
"I got you," Twilight hums, "go ahead and let it all out."
Time
He was worried when you didn't come down the stairs to eat breakfast. Time quietly assist the situation, thinking you might've overslept, only to frown when one of the boys was the last one to exit the door to the house. He ignored it for a time being, thinking you'll come out at some point. He forced himself to get the chores around the ranch done until lunch rolled by, and yet, there was still no sight of you.
"Has anyone talk or seen (y/n) at all today?" He lowly asked at the table while picking at the slice of meat on his plate with his fork. The table quieted, the boys looked at each other in confusion, looking around before Hyrule piped up,
"I was roomed with them, they told me that they didn't feel quite so well."
Time brows furrowed at the revitalization, "are they sick?"
Hyrule shook his head, "none that I could tell of...I think-" he was cut off at the sound of Time's chair scooting back on the wooden floor. They all watched silently as he picked up the plate of food Malon had set out for you before ascending the stairwell.
Every step towards the room you and Hyrule resided in was like a ticking bomb. His mind going over countless nuclear scenarios til he was forced to shove them back into his mind, trying to reason that you're not hurt. You're safe on the ranch; he knocked on the door and waited. Waited. Waited. No sound.
"(Y/n)? I have lunch...can I come in?"
Nothing. His mind started to slightly spiral until the door cracked open and teary, red rimmed eyes stared back at him through the crack.
"Oh..." He softly spoke; the door opened wider, letting him into the room. The soft sniffles cracked his heart as he placed the plate of food on the dresser. He picks you up and settle you in his lap, letting you resume crying into his chest as he stroked your head in a comforting motion. He hummed softly, rocking slowly to and fro as he sits there in silence with your sobs.
"I don't know what happened and I don't need to until you're ready to say so. Yet know this, I'm here if you need a shoulder to cry on."
#.bea's writing#lu x reader#linked universe x reader#lu twilight x reader#lu time x reader#emergency request#link x reader
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Hi! I love your writing so much! My request is just more of Eddie's water exposure therapy! I'd love to see Robin and Steve help and see how things play out. If not, that's totally cool too! Thanks for sharing your writing in the first place!
THANK YOU!!! You know what is super funny is I was working on this when you sent the other request yesterday. I loved exploring more of this post, and I think maybe I could keep doing so if I have time someday. I hope you love it! - Mickala ❤️
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Eddie was committed to getting through this, he was.
It’s just that he hadn’t really thought about how fucking difficult it would be to have to do it with Nancy.
Nancy was strong-willed and badass and if Eddie was ever gonna be interested in women, it would be Nancy fuckin’ Wheeler.
But sometimes, like today, he needed someone soft. Someone who was okay with taking things slow.
She knew something was off the moment she walked in the door, but she didn’t comment on it until he was hovering by the sink in the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know if I can do it today.”
“Why not?”
“It’s just not a good day.”
“Sometimes those are the days you need to push yourself most.”
“And sometimes I just need a break! We’ve been doing this for five days. I’m tired.”
He was tired. And he was frustrated. He had a setback one day three that he still hadn’t completely recovered from and he barely slept last night and Wayne forgot to save him the leftovers he wanted so it was just a shit day.
“What if I get Robin?”
“I don’t see how that will help.”
“Sometimes a small change can help. She already said she’d do whatever you need.”
“Does she realize I’m naked? I feel like she must not know I’m naked. I don’t even think she’s seen Steve naked, and they practically live up each others’ assholes.”
“Thanks for that image.” Nancy shook her head as if she could shake the image out and forget it was ever there. “So. Robin or me?”
“Robin.”
And despite Eddie being kind of convinced that Robin wouldn’t actually come, she did. And she brought him gummy bears as a reward.
Nancy didn’t give him rewards.
Maybe Robin should be in charge.
Nancy went over things with Robin again, explained that today was a full minute under the water, that he had to be fully submerged except for his head, and that he did have to be naked.
“Well. If I must see a dude’s junk, I guess I’m glad it’s yours.”
“Gee, thanks, Robin,” he said as he stripped.
If he thought too much about it, he’d lock himself in his room and just never shower again.
But Robin turned away as he stripped to give him some semblance of privacy and he was grateful.
Nancy waited in the hall, said she’d be there if they needed her, but would rather keep it to just one of them in the bathroom with Eddie.
Robin turned the water on.
“You like hot or warm?”
“Hot.”
“Good. Give it a minute.”
The water hitting the shower floor was apparently enough to have him losing his shit today. He tensed up and waited with a towel wrapped around him, watching as Robin kept testing the temperature of the water every ten seconds.
Finally, she smiled at him and nodded.
“Do you want me to talk or just count in my head?”
“Usually Nancy just counts out loud.”
“Does that help?”
“It doesn’t not help.”
“Would something else be better?”
“Uh. I guess try talking?”
“You got it.” Robin opened the bathroom door for a moment, said something, then closed the door again.
“Nancy’s got a kitchen timer ready to start when I knock on the door. You ready?”
“No, but I have to be.”
“I got all day.”
It did help to hear that. He knew, logically, no one would rush him, but sometimes he was worried that they’d give up on him if he took too long.
Like, he knew he was already pushing his luck just having them around for his everyday theatrics, so this was just icing on the cake.
But Robin didn’t make him feel like he had to worry about that and that already helped.
It’s not that Nancy rushed him, it’s just that she was a very straight to the point person. In or out. Shit or get off the pot.
Robin was the opposite in a lot of ways.
More of a, we’ll get there when we get there and we’ll stop to look at flowers on the way, kind of person.
She just watched as he stood by the shower, playing with his hair.
He took a deep breath, dropped the towel, and got in.
“Alright, good! You let me know when you’re in the water and I’ll knock and start chatting.”
Eddie could do this. He could.
So he did.
“In.”
He heard Robin knock as he clenched his teeth together and felt the water run down his shoulders and back.
Robin had picked the perfect temperature, not scalding, but hot enough to leave his skin pink. Just like he liked it.
“That’s how Steve likes his baths, which I tell him all the time is why he gets so lightheaded. You’re cooking yourselves. I’m realizing that I might be the emotional support bathing bestie. I sit with Steve when he has baths and now you with the shower. Is this all I’m good for?”
Eddie let out a strangled laugh.
It was helping, but he was still struggling to focus on anything except how stifling the water felt, how the steam building around him was starting to feel too much like fog and the drops were feeling too much like his own blood spattering on his body.
“Time?” He managed to croak out.
“Nance! Time?”
“20 seconds!”
“That’s not bad! Tell me your favorite Metallica song right now.”
He knew the answer. He opened his mouth to do it, but couldn’t say anything.
“Eddie? You okay?”
He tried to speak again, but it was just a whimper.
The water was too much.
He jumped out of the shower, nearly knocking Robin over in his escape.
He was shivering, though his skin was hot to the touch from the water, and Robin was already recovering and wrapping his towel around him.
Nancy was opening the door, worried eyes peeking around the corner.
“Listen to my voice, Eddie. Take in a deep breath. Slowly.”
It was easy to listen to Robin.
She didn’t hesitate to wrap him up in her arms, rubbing her hands up and down his back as he tried to breathe.
Nancy was standing in the doorway, not saying or doing anything, just a silent presence there to assist if needed.
He could feel Robin’s heart beating hard in her chest, so hard it felt like it was trying to jump into his chest.
But he was calming down now.
He pulled away and sat down on the floor, towel still loosely wrapped around him.
Robin shut off the shower, quickly joining him on the floor and waving Nancy away.
“You’re good at this.”
“Well, somebody has to be there for Steve when he’s having a bad day. I’ve gotten plenty of practice.”
“Is he this bad?”
“Oh, on his real bad days, he’s worse. And yes, you absolutely should hold that over him. Maybe then he’ll accept help from someone other than just me.”
He rested his head on her shoulder, smiling when she rested her head on his.
“You should have him come help.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why? Because you have a big stupid crush on him?”
“Why, yes, Robin. That’s exactly why.”
He knew she was rolling her eyes, but he didn’t care.
“You’re both so stupid, it gives me a stomach ache.”
Eddie didn’t think about what she said, just sat in silence as she started playing with his fingers.
“Want me to come back tomorrow?”
“Yeah, please.”
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Robin came back for three days in a row, and Eddie managed to stay under the water until the timer went off every time.
He was scared to think about what would happen if he started to fail again.
But with Robin constantly talking his way through it, he couldn’t worry for long.
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“Eddie.”
Oh no.
Robin’s voice was so scratchy, and dull, and not Robin.
She was sick.
Nancy wasn’t available today or tomorrow.
He couldn’t do this alone.
“It’s okay, Robs. I’ll…call Steve.”
“Good. Sorry again.”
She didn’t sound nearly as sorry as when he first answered the phone, but it wasn’t worth arguing about.
He paced the floor of his room for nearly ten minutes before he gave in and just dialed Steve’s number.
“Harrington residence, Steve speaking.”
“Oh, you have one of those homes. Gross.”
“Eds!”
“Hey, Stevie.”
Eddie knew his face was doing that stupid smile he only did for Steve, a combination of fond and content that he’d never been able to give anyone else.
“Everything good?”
“Well, kinda no?”
“What’s wrong?” Steve asked quickly, his tone changing from casual excitement to concern.
“You remember what Nancy told you about the uh…exposure therapy?”
“Yeah, how’s that going?”
Eddie sighed. Steve was so fucking nice all the time. It wasn’t fair.
“It’s not terrible. Robin’s helped for a few days. But uh.”
“What is it?”
“Robin’s sick and Nancy’s out of town. I can’t skip a day, especially not when I’ve been on a roll, ya know? So I was wondering if maybe, and you can say no I’ll do it alone if I have to, maybe you’d be willing to come play therapist?”
That wasn’t so hard. It was awkward, certainly, but not too bad.
“I’ll be right over,” Steve said quickly and hung up.
Eddie didn’t mean right this second necessarily, Jesus.
But if Steve wanted to help this badly, then who was he to stop him from rushing over?
And rush he did.
It wasn’t 15 minutes later that Steve was at his door.
“Where’s the fire, man?”
“Huh?”
“Never mind,” Eddie smiled at him. “Do you remember what Nancy said about all this?”
“Yeah. How long are you up to?”
“Minute and a half. Or I have to turn the water on and adjust the temperature myself and do a minute. But I don’t wanna try something new today, so minute and a half it is.”
Steve nodded along, but Eddie swore he looked nervous. Like he was hesitant to even be here. He needed to offer him an out.
“Listen, I can just wait. Skipping a day or two isn’t really gonna make a big difference in the long run.”
“No!” Steve suddenly shouted. “No. I want to help. I want to be here for you.”
“Oh,” Eddie looked down at his feet, hoping it would hide the blush on his cheeks. “Okay then.”
So he led Steve to the bathroom. He set the kitchen timer but didn’t start it yet.
Steve was standing by the shower, shifting his weight between his legs anxiously. He looked more nervous than Eddie even felt.
“Nancy and Robin usually turn the water on and make sure it’s hot for me. Robin said it’s like how you like it?”
“Got it.”
He turned to the faucets, adjusting them for a few seconds and then pulling back as he waited for the water to heat up.
“You can strip, I’ll turn around.”
“Oh. Okay. Sure.”
Eddie knew he sounded ridiculous.
You’ve taken showers before, idiot.
But the difference here was that Steve was about to be here to see him at his weakest, at least emotionally. And he’d be naked.
Going off of how much Nancy and Robin had to see of him, Steve would be getting an eyeful too.
“You okay?”
Eddie shook himself out of his thoughts.
“I’m okay. Sorry.”
He threw his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants before he could overthink it.
Steve had seen most of him when he was helping change his bandages after the bats snacked on him. It wasn’t a big deal.
Steve at least pretended to be paying more attention to the water and floor as he pulled his legs from his pants and slid his boxers off.
“Water’s good. You ready?”
Steve looked at his face, clearly avoiding any chance of seeing anything below the waist.
Probably locker room courtesy or something, though if you asked him, making eye contact was way more intimate than accidentally seeing someone else’s dick.
“Ready.”
Steve moved to the sink as he got in, probably grabbing the kitchen timer to start it the second he got under the water.
It took him a minute, the hot water hitting his toes gently.
But he took a deep breath, turned his back to the stream, and backed into the water.
“I’m in.”
The first part was getting easier to do, he’d admit that. It was easier to stay in the moment while the water first started hitting him, easier to speak for the first 15 or so seconds before he was completely soaked.
But then it was quiet. He couldn’t hear anything except the water beating down on him and the shower floor.
Steve wasn’t saying anything and Eddie didn’t know how to ask him to.
He didn’t want to sound needy, Steve was already giving up time out of his day to be here at all.
How long had it been? Probably not that long.
It felt like years.
The water was the perfect temperature, and that kind of helped him remember this was a shower, not the end of the fucking world.
The end of the world doesn’t care about your comfort.
Steve does though.
But after another ten or so seconds, the buzzing in his ears got louder, he could feel his body shaking as if the water had suddenly turned ice cold, and the thoughts rushing through his head were more memories he wished he could forget.
He still felt the water, but it wasn’t water anymore. It was blood and bats and doctor’s hands trying to just stop the bleeding.
And then he felt actual hands on him, a body against him pushing him so the water was barely touching him.
He took a gasping breath and collapsed against them.
Steve.
He was fully clothed, like he’d panicked and jumped in without thinking about it at all. He had his arms wrapped around Eddie tightly, not leaving an inch of space between them. He was muttering something, but Eddie couldn’t quite hear what it was.
He let himself be held, no longer in panic mode with his human shield protecting him from the water.
“How long?”
Steve was rubbing his back, spreading a new warmth against his skin and helping, always helping.
“One minute.”
Eddie sighed. He didn’t wanna tell Nancy that he failed today.
She wouldn’t make him feel bad intentionally, but she got this look on her face when he didn’t make it to the timer going off like she wasn’t sure he could get through it.
“You wanna get out?”
“Please.”
Steve pulled away so he could shut off the water and Eddie got a good look at him.
He was soaked, his clothes sticking to him uncomfortably, his hair matted down against his head.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I made the choice.”
He did, yeah. But he probably felt obligated to, and that’s not really making a choice, is it?
“Eds, look at me.”
He’d been looking at the floor, kind of hoping it would just swallow him up for good, but managed to pull his head up when Steve asked.
“I’ll always, always, make the choice to help you. Okay?”
Eddie bit back a sob as he nodded, and Steve pulled him against his chest again.
“You have no clue how much I wanna be here for you. When Nancy called, I practically begged to be here, did she tell you that? But she said it wouldn’t be helpful if I jumped in the moment you needed me.”
“Helped now.”
Steve squeezed his arms.
“Yeah. She won’t be happy with me. But you weren’t answering and when I looked in, it’s like you weren’t even here. I didn’t know what else to do.”
Eddie nodded. That lined up with what he’d been feeling, seeing.
“We should get out. You’re shivering.”
Steve guided him out of the shower and wrapped the towel he’d left hanging up around him, rubbing along his arms and back to help get him warmer faster.
Then he was taking off his shirt and removing his belt and Eddie’s brain couldn’t catch up.
“Uh.”
“Sorry, do you have some clothes I can borrow while I put these in the dryer?”
“Uh. Yeah. Sure.”
Steve smiled at him like he didn’t just break his brain in half.
He managed to walk to his bedroom, grab a shirt and sweatpants, and walk back to the bathroom with only a single thought running through his mind: he’s wearing my clothes.
“Thanks,” Steve said as Eddie wordlessly handed them over.
And then he realized he forgot boxers.
Steve would be wearing his sweatpants with nothing under them.
He knew the noise he let out was close to a squeak, like a fucking mouse or something, but he couldn’t hold it in. Steve didn’t acknowledge it, hopefully didn’t hear it at all, as he focused on getting his soaked jeans off his body.
Then his boxers came off.
Eddie really did his best not to look. He did. It would be so rude to stare.
It would be even more rude to say something.
So he did both.
“Jesus Christ, Steve. The girls weren’t kidding were they?”
Steve’s face was bright red, but he didn’t look up until he was pulling the sweatpants up his legs.
“I guess that depends what they were saying.”
Eddie was still standing with his towel wrapped around him, eyes wide at everything that had just happened.
“For one, that you’re pretty well-endowed. I thought they just lacked experience. Maybe I’m the one lacking experience. Maybe you’re just huge.”
Steve was smirking at him, the confidence of the king coming back as he listened to Eddie.
“That so?”
“God, yeah. I’m never gonna be able to be with anyone again after seeing that.”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
Steve was stepping into his space now, still shirtless, still smirking.
“I mean, look at you. How could I ever be satisfied with someone else inside me when I could have that?”
Oh. Wait. No. He wasn’t supposed to be saying this out loud.
Steve’s hands were on his hips, though.
Gripping him tight, like he had no intention of letting him go.
“You want that? With me?”
Well, might as well lay it all out there.
“I want everything with you. Anything you’ll give me.”
“Everything?” Steve was still smirking, that asshole. “So if I wanted to take you out on a date…”
“A date?”
“Yeah. To dinner or something.”
“We can’t go on a date, Steve. We’re two men in bumfuck Indiana. We’d be killed.”
“How about I make you dinner? My place. Tonight?”
“You’re fucking with me.”
“I’m not, but hopefully I will be,” he said with a wink.
“Steve. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I’m like, kind of in love with you, full disclosure, and I’m not sure I can handle one date, a fuck, and then you never wanting to even talk to me again.”
Steve watched as he rambled, running his thumbs along Eddie’s hips like he was trying to keep him calm.
“Full disclosure, I’m kind of in love with you, too. I mean, I did just jump in a shower fully clothed to make sure you weren’t gonna hurt yourself. I’d do it every day if I had to.”
Eddie searched his face for any sign of a lie. Steve was easy to read, or at least he was to Eddie.
But Steve was giving him a fond smile, and moving in closer, and Eddie didn’t see any sign of a lie.
Steve’s hand cupped his jaw. He was looking at him like he was special, and Eddie wasn’t sure what to do with it.
And then Steve was kissing him.
He dropped the towel. It was accidental, but he wasn’t going to interrupt any of this to pull it back up.
Steve was an intense kisser. He should’ve known.
He put everything he had into it. He kissed with his whole body, quite literally putting his back into it as he pushed Eddie against the wall.
But Eddie wasn’t doing this in his bathroom. Despite the fact that he was very obviously willing to, he wanted to have the date first.
He pulled away, but stayed in Steve’s arms. He wasn’t quite ready for complete separation.
“You’re making me dinner tonight?”
“I’m making you dinner tonight.”
“And it’s a date?”
“It’s a date.”
“It’s a date.”
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Steve came every day after that, even on days when Robin or Nancy were already there.
He sometimes waited in the hall as backup, but usually he stayed in the bathroom and talked to Eddie, who’d managed to get up to three whole minutes in only a few weeks.
When he finally made it to five, Nancy handed it all over to Steve.
He started taking showers with Eddie. Washing his body and hair so he could have more positive thoughts.
By the end of the year, he was taking regular showers.
He still had moments where he panicked, of course. He still sometimes had to cut them short because of a specific memory.
He still sometimes went a few days without because he couldn’t build up the courage to get in.
But Steve was there. They all were.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#exposure therapy#requests#its about the HEALING
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i've been scrolling through this page on and off because truthfully i wanted to see how you were doing. i know i dont know you but you're one of my favorite authors, as a general sense- i would love your writing even if it wasn't fic, that's how much i enjoy it. i knew your stories often had cwilbur as, at least, a major character if not the main one. i'm glad that you seem to be alright, and i'm glad that you won't be deleting any of your work, because i'm truly grateful that you gave me and everyone else the chance to read it and i'd love to read it all again sometime when the wound is a little more healed from this situation.
i'm very disgusted by wilbur of course, like everyone else is. today i went through all almost 70 of these my playlists and removed every trace of his music, solo stuff and lovejoy. i can't listen without feeling sick, really, can't separate it. i know now that he's the kind of person i was using his music as an escape from. it was so refreshing though to see the incredible response from ccs and the community in support of shelby. i've never been an avid watcher of her content, but i've always watched ccs in the same friend group as her and they've always seemed so lovely. it's horrible what she went through, but they are also an incredibly strong and brave person who seems to have really inspired many people including other abuse survivors with her courage. i hope this leads to an unending support for her and her content - she's been around for a long time and i firmly believe that what we as an audience can mainly do to support her is to watch her videos, leave kind comments and follow her channel if we so chose. she may not read every comment, or see every twitter reply, but they'll know we're with them.
on an unrelated note, i, too, got my period yesterday despite only checking your page today. i find it very funny just how many of us have experienced this and i feel as if i should be blaming you 😭
the amount of people I've had tell me that they would read my writing regardless of the fandom or even if it wasn't fic makes me so incredibly happy you guys have no idea
I'm hoping that if my fics ever gave anyone comfort, they'll be able to still get that same comfort after some time has passed and people have had a chance to let everything settle. I've always written about the character, not the guy himself. I completely understand those who can't make that separation, but I hope for those that do my past fics continue to remain a source of enjoyment for them.
shelby has been in the community for such a long time and it's been truly amazing to see all the support for her. they've always been such a lovely and positive person, and if one good thing comes out of how horrible this situation is, I hope this leads to a lot of people discovering a new favorite cc in her.
I am so sorry for the period curse a wizard has apparently put on my blog
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HELOOOOO CAN I RQ
Akito x reader, they have a ‘rivaly’ bind, and one day they have staring contest and a few seconds in, reader gets all flustered and loses instantly causing akito to tease/flirt with them, they uh they start dating idk 😭
yes, yes or...yes !!
characters: akito x gn!reader
tags: fluff, not proofread, ooc?,
a/n: HIII OFC U CAN REQUEST SO LONG AS MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN <33 this ask is so cute i want to eat this ask in affection BUT ENJOY !!!
when people hear “hey, i bet i got a higher score than you!” or “i know damn well you can’t beat me in today’s practice!”, they can only sigh in exasperation as the daily claims of superiority take over the school. any new students look confused, as the rest of the students continue with their day.
you and akito were not only passionate in everything you both did, but you were competitive. with a dedication to win and come out as #1, everyday was a challenge for both of you to not only prove to each other of your strengths, but to prove to yourself that you were dedicated to everything you did. with akito’s grades improving and your motivation increasing, you were excited to see him everyday…
…but sometimes you were pretty annoyed the days he had nothing better to do.
you both were waiting for the teacher to start the lesson, but become confused when he turns back to face you and grins.
“i bet i can beat you in a staring contest.”
you deadpan him and scoff. “this is what you call a competition? pfft, you’re funny.”
“are you backing out? oh wow,” stretching the “w” in his speech, “never knew you were such a quitter, [name].”
"fine then! let's see."
you turn to face akito, and he does the same, green eyes focused on you.
"alright. on the count of three."
(a/n: i usually win at staring contests because i zone out and then i win heheheh)
3. ..
2 ..
1.
you both open your eyes and immediately felt the pressure behind your eyelids. you could barely concentrate on trying to keep your eyelids compared to the strain bringing them down. not to mention the fact that akito kept on bringing his face closer.
wait, what?!
when you find akito's eyes taking in all your facial features, you widen your eyes in embarrassment and your face suddenly felt hot. you swore you saw a little bit of blush on akito's face, but you accidentally blinked, and your eyes looks astray from him. from the corner of your eye, you see him lean back in his chair and grin.
"told ya i'd win."
"hello?? no?? you kept on leaning towards me, what do you mean??"
he snickers at your outburst. "the way you turned red too... you should've seen yourself."
you turn towards the window again. "turn around. class is about to start anyways."
his places his elbow on your desk and his head held up by his arm. his eyes soften looking at you, and his lips gently part, ready to say something when...
"sorry for starting class late, we're going to start reviewing for this week's test. please take out the packet we started yesterday."
akito sighs, and slowly takes one last glance at you. you signal him to turn forward and pay attention, and he finally does.
the class carries on with pencils scribbling in answers and algorithms, and akito sighs at the board. that was until he got an idea. a very corny idea, and possibly could have a risk of embarrassment if he got caught. but who said he wasn't up for a challenge?
he quickly pretended to write down his notes (?), but then took a sticky note out.
behind him, you furrow your eyebrows.
you mean, you knew akito was improving with his grades, but he hasn't wrote down anything until now....
you side eye him, but eventually go back to focusing on the lesson. until a sticky note, suspiciously the same color note akito had, lands on your desk. when you look up at akito, his back is towards you and he looks at the board like nothing happened.
you slowly open the note to read:
"me n you on a date, that one cafe you were talking about, @ saturday 11 : 00
□ yes □ yes or □ yes"
your smile widens instinctively. you try to cover your mouth, but your mind feels like it exploded from emotions. you look up to akito, but he pays no mind to you.
you look at the clock, and you realized how akito screwed with your mind while barely doing anything.
you win this time, akito.
unknowing to you, akito's face reddens a little bit, and he grins.
i definitely won their heart.
(when you two come back the following week, people passing you two were shocked to see that, instead of the usual bickering, they found your head on his shoulder and gentle laughter shared between the once rivals, now lovers.)
reposting or plagiarizing of my works is not allowed under any circumstances.
#akito x reader#akito shinonome x reader#akito shinonome#shinonome akito x reader#project sekai x reader#[ the lost library ]#pjsekai x reader#akito x gn reader
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After Hours
Modern AU Zhongli fic for the follower celebration! Took me fucken long enough... Not edited (or at least not as much as I'd like).
CW: Implied drugging but not explicit, light yandere themes, heavily implied imprisonment, unhealthy relationship dynamics, boss/worker relationship. Overall this one's actually pretty tame, all things considered.
Word count: 3.4k
There’s something weird about the look in your boss’s eyes when you come in to deliver him his coffee.
It’s a little ritual you’d started, something you thought would be nice (and maybe you want to suck up to him, just a little bit), bringing coffee to your boss. You made sure to bring coffee to some of the coworkers you liked as well so they didn’t tease you for your harmless habit, and if you were in a really generous mood, you’d bring some to the coworkers you didn’t always get along that well with. It was nice seeing them smile at you for once, even if it came from coffee bribes.
It didn’t stop all the teasing, though. Appeasing your coworkers with coffee only goes so far. Still, they were careful to only tease you about your little crush whenever Zhongli wasn’t in the office, out on business trips or important meetings.
You stopped arguing with them. You were a terrible liar, anyway, and it’s not like you’re the only one in the office with a crush on him. He’s handsome. You’re sure even some of your married coworkers have a crush on him.
And bringing him coffee is harmless, anyway. His assistant used to do it every morning too, before he’d delegated her to something (assistant stuff, you don’t know what it is she does, exactly) that demanded her attention each morning and she no longer had the time.
But lately, your boss has been giving you odd looks whenever you step into his office, coffee in hand, setting it on his desk in front of him before wishing him a good morning and returning to your own duties.
You wonder if you did something wrong. Does he not actually like coffee? You assumed he did, asking his assistant for his coffee order so you could surprise him. He seemed pleased with it, at first. He always smiled and thanked you… What changed?
Maybe he was just humoring you before. Maybe you got his order wrong. Or you mixed up his drink with someone else’s… But nobody else complained about the coffee you’d bring them.
Today was another one of those days.
Zhongli’s already poring over the reports from yesterday when you come into his office, pen quietly scratching against the paper as he writes.
You set the coffee against his desk and he glances up from the papers to you, then to the warm cup.
“Oh, thank you.” His tone is polite, but there’s that look again. You wish you knew what it meant. It’s not… anger. Or annoyance. If it were either of those, at least you’d know. You’d quit while you’re ahead, and stop this silly routine.
But it’s not. And you don’t know what it is, so until he says something, you’ll pretend it isn’t there.
“You’re welcome, sir.” You’re careful to keep your voice pleasant, avoiding his eyes.
He doesn’t say anything else. He’s still staring at you.
“...Well. I should get to work.” It’s awkward, like the smile you force before you turn on your heel to leave his office.
Zhongli calls your name and you stop dead in your tracks. Oh fuck.
“Before you leave for the day, would you mind stopping by my office to help me with some of these reports? I���d like to borrow your eyes, if you don’t mind.” Oh. That’s it? Your shoulders slump with relief, and you don’t know when you’d hitched them up. You’d briefly wondered if he’d fire you over coffee, as silly as the worry seemed.
“Sure thing, sir.”
You look over your shoulder to see a small smile on his handsome face, and you wonder if he knows this– knows how handsome he is, knows it’s part of the reason you’d started bringing him coffee every morning as an excuse to linger around his office longer than a simple “good morning” would permit.
“Thank you.” He looks like he’s about to say something more, hesitating on the word resting still on his tongue. Then, he blinks, looking back down at the papers on his desk, and it’s gone.
You turn and leave without another word.
The rest of the day drags on, dulled by the prospect of getting to spend time after work with your boss. Sure, it’s for work stuff, but still!
It drags on, but eventually 5:00 rolls around and you get up from your desk, not bothering to collect your stuff just yet before making your way to Zhongli’s office, knocking on the door.
“Come in,” His voice rumbles from behind the door, and you step inside quickly, shutting the door behind you as you do.
Zhongli’s sat at his desk like this morning, except now his coat is draped over the arm of his chair, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You try not to gawk at his arms, pointedly looking at everything but him until you stop in front of his desk.
He takes two stacks of papers, handing them to you. “I’ve already finished with these, I just want you to look over them and make sure I haven’t missed anything.”
You nod. “Sounds easy enough.”
He smiles, motioning toward the seat beside his desk, and you try not to linger on how close it seems to him, even if there’s a few feet between that chair and his own. You take a seat, thumbing through each stack of papers. It’s just reports. Nothing interesting.
Zhongli goes back to work, and so do you.
You fall into a routine with him. Every day, when you come into work, he asks you to stay late again and help double-check his work. It’s a little odd, you realize. Why you? Why not his assistant? Your job description doesn’t even cover this. You just work in IT.
Still, you don’t complain. You get the opportunity to spend time with your hot boss after work. You’re not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
It still unnerves you, the odd look on his face when you deliver his coffee. And sometimes you catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye. But whenever you look over at him to catch him in the act, he’s poring over paperwork as usual.
You don’t mind the routine, but… It eats into your social life. You find yourself only having time to spend with your friends on your days off, and even then, not always that. Work starts calling you in on your days off. You have to cancel plans more and more often. Your friends begin to drift away.
It goes on like this for a month before you confront your boss about it, stepping into his office like any other morning, coffee in hand.
Your hand shakes when you set it down. He notices.
Zhongli sets down his pen, focusing his attention on you and frowning when you shrink anxiously away. You know you need to have this conversation. You need to set boundaries, let him know he can’t work you to death like this, but…
It still makes you nervous. You’re scared he’ll fire you if you put your foot down, and you really, really need this job. No other employer pays as much as he does, and with the cost of rent where you live now…
“What’s wrong?”
“I..” Your throat dries up, and you swallow. “I wanted to talk to you. About my hours.”
He raises a brow, motioning for you to continue.
“I don’t mind staying a little bit after to help you look over reports and all, but I need my days off. I can’t keep doing this without a break.”
Zhongli looks confused. “I wasn’t aware. I noticed you’ve been here on a few of your days off, but I didn’t realize it was becoming a frequent occurrence.”
You nod. “Well, it has.”
“Your department manager is the one who’s been calling you in, correct?” You nod again. “I’ll speak with him.”
Your shoulders slump in relief, thanking him as you slip quickly out of his office to let him go back to work. It’s a relief to know that he’s understanding, and a bigger one to know that he wasn’t aware you were so overworked. Even if he was the reason you were being called in (and not… whatever it was your manager was calling you in for. You’ll have to speak to him about it later), it probably wouldn’t have come from a place of malice. Everyone knows the boss is a workaholic. He probably doesn’t realize that not everyone practically lives in the office.
You get your days off that week, no calls from work.
The next week, as you’re doing your daily routine with Zhongli and poring over papers beside him (at some point the chair you’ve been using was moved next to his own so you could share the desk, not that you’re complaining), Zhongli abruptly looks up from his work, setting down his pen. You look up from your own stack of papers, curious.
“I’d like to take you to dinner.” What. You stare at him, dumbfounded, so he continues, “As thanks for your help these past few weeks.”
Ah. So not as a date. You try not to deflate. Still, it’s not like you’d want to pass this up. Free food is free food. And besides, it’s not a good idea to date your boss, no matter how handsome he is.
“Sure!”
It’s harmless. Just dinner with your boss, a small “thank you” for your hard work. You see nothing wrong with it. So when he makes a habit of inviting you to dinner, you don’t think anything of it.
You try, at least, not to drink any alcohol on these dinners, wanting to avoid making a fool of yourself in front of your boss. It’s not that you have a particularly low tolerance to it, you just… Never learned to take small sips, instead downing your drinks as quickly as possible. Besides, agreeing to these outings was questionable enough, you don’t want to get drunk around him too and end up doing something you regret.
But after a few weeks of this routine and a particularly stressful day of work, you give in and order some wine for the two of you.
“I didn’t know we shared the same taste in wine,” Zhongli remarks, examining the label after the waiter sets it down on the table and leaves. “This is my favorite kind.”
You try to look surprised, as though you totally didn’t interrogate his assistant earlier that day. “Oh, really?”
It’s not creepy. You only really chose his favorite wine so you’d feel less guilty for spending his money on it– even though he insisted on paying for these dinners. You were also curious to know what it tasted like, anyway, having never tried it yourself before.
There’s a knowing look in Zhongli’s eyes, and you feel an embarrassed blush creeping up. “...I just thought it sounded interesting, honestly.” A half-truth.
He pours you a glass and you drink it quicker than you probably should. Hey, at least then you can pretend the flush is just from the alcohol.
You’re three glasses in when you realize that you’re definitely drinking way too quickly. Zhongli’s hardly made a dent in his own drink, making you wonder if it’s a stronger wine than you first thought.
It was.
Those three glasses hit you hard, and even drunk, you still have the mind to feel ashamed. Ashamed isn’t the only thing you feel though, as Zhongli leads you back to his car and you take the opportunity to hold onto his bicep perhaps a little less innocently than you should.
He’s unusually silent, so you assume you’re being slick when you squeeze his arm a little, feeling the firm muscle through his dress shirt. You’re being helped into the passenger seat, a little reluctant to let go of his arm, but you forget your reluctance when he has to lean across you to buckle you in.
He smells like sandalwood, and… something else you’re too drunk to place right now. You’re not even sure if he actually smells like sandalwood, only placing the scent from candles you remember liking the smell of in bookshops.
The car rumbles to life. Zhongli must have gotten into the driver’s seat while you were busy trying to dredge through your memories of scented candles and soap shops and bookstores to place what his cologne smells like.
His car smells like him, you think absently. The radio plays at a quiet drone, too soft to really act as more than just background noise. Your eyes flutter shut.
You open them again when you feel something jostling you. Zhongli murmurs an apology to you as he lifts you out of the car into his arms. You can hear his heart beating steadily against one ear, and the warmth of his arms paired with the gentle thump of his heart lulls you back to sleep.
The next day, you wake up in a bed that’s not your own.
You panic, sitting up. A sharp pain throbs behind your eyes at the motion, making you wince, but you force yourself to stand and step out into the hall. The marble tile is fucking freezing against your feet, biting through your socks, and you wonder what happened to your shoes.
Hopefully, waking up alone means that nothing happened last night. That you just fell asleep drunk. That you didn’t fuck your boss, effectively throwing your career away in one fell swoop.
You find Zhongli in the kitchen (after a few minutes of wandering around the halls– his house is fucking huge), already nursing a cup of coffee. It’s bizarre seeing him in such a domestic setting, dress shirt swapped for a black turtleneck.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning,” You glance around. “Um… Where are my shoes?” Smooth. You should write a book. Social Etiquette for Dummies.
Zhongli, at least, doesn’t seem offended by your half-awake brusqueness. If anything, he looks understanding.
"In the foyer. I set them by the door." He pushes another mug your way, filled halfway with plain black coffee. “I’ll admit, I don’t know how you take it, so I figured it best to leave to you.”
Your hangover is both a blessing and a curse, distracting you from the awkwardness, but the throbbing of your head is killer. The light hurts your eyes, you feel nauseous… you regret waking up.
“...How are you feeling?”
“Like shit,” You mumble, taking a sip of the black coffee he gave you, too hungover to care about the bitterness. At least it tastes like it’s quality coffee instead of whatever ungodly imitation of coffee seems to manifest in the breakroom at work. You’re convinced your coworkers just restock the breakroom with the worst “coffee” known to man as a prank.
Zhongli stands up, rummaging through some cabinets before you hear the rattle of a pill bottle. He comes back with two pills in hand, dropping them into your palm and returning to his seat. “Take the day off.”
“Sure.” Like hell you’ll look that gift horse in the mouth. You take the pills offered to you, downing the rest of your coffee with it and praying it kicks in soon so you stop feeling nausea swelling in your gut with every sudden movement.
The two of you sit in comfortable silence as he finishes his own coffee, and you feel the pain slowly ebbing. When he finishes his cup, he takes yours and sets both in the sink before turning to you.
“Do you remember when you first joined the company, what I’d said to you then?” He asks suddenly.
You try to blink the lingering tiredness from your expression. “Er… no?”
Zhongli’s gaze turns distant, tipping his head up to look at the ceiling as he recalls, “‘You are a cut above the rest.’ Even then, I’d known you would do well at the company. Your past spoke for itself, and you’ve more than proved yourself enough with your work ethic.”
Where is this coming from? Why is he talking about this now?
“I was a little disappointed when you turned down my offer of making you my assistant. I realize the job description is a little… lackluster, but it paid more than the position you applied for, and with your set of skills I thought you were perfect for the position.” Ah. You’d forgotten about that. He’d only offered once, but he looked understanding when you turned him down. You thought he’d forgotten too, honestly.
“I remember,” You start, unsure of where this conversation is headed, “I just didn’t want to change my mind at the last minute and end up with a job I’m not motivated to do… No offense. I just… I had my heart set on the position I applied for.”
“I see.” He looks like he’s weighing your words carefully as he chooses his next ones. “And is it what you wanted? Is it your dream job, as it were?”
You laugh. “Well. No, honestly.”
“Then, what is your dream job?” There’s a slight bit of dread beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. It’s like he’s fishing for something, trying to coax a certain response out of you, but you don’t know what or why he’s doing it.
“Well…” You humor him. You ignore the trepidation beginning to pluck at your nerves. He’s just asking simple questions, he’s not doing anything wrong… “To be honest, nothing. I’d rather spend my time traveling, seeing the world, learning new skills. I guess I could technically be a freelancer in that sense…?”
“And are you happy, working with the company?”
You should lie. You should lie and say yes, beyond the shadow of a doubt. What spills from your lips instead, is: “It has its ups and downs.”
Zhongli motions for you to continue.
“It…” You feel hot. “It’s… boring. But it pays well. And my coworkers are nice enough. Mostly.”
“Mm.” He taps his fingers against the countertop. “But are you happy?”
“I’m not unhappy. My job is fine.”
Zhongli stares at you. You can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. It’s sweltering in here suddenly, and his sudden strange line of questioning is not helping. His eyes hone in on the way you shift uncomfortably, tugging at your collar.
“Are you feeling alright? You look… unwell.” That look again. The one he’d give you when you bring him coffee in the mornings, but it’s gone again when you blink.
“I- I’m just a little warm, is all.” You excuse quickly, moving to stand. The room spins concerningly at the movement.
He’s at your side the second you sway unsteadily, taking ahold of your shoulders to steady you and placing the back of his hand against your forehead. “You’re running a fever.”
You interrupt him as he begins to guide you back to the room you woke up in by digging your heels against the tile (as ineffective as it is). “S-sir, I should really be heading home now.”
“... I’m afraid I’ve been pushing you too hard, lately. Please, just humor me and rest here a while until I can get you something to help you with that fever.” Zhongli’s stopped almost dragging you back now, but he gives an insistent squeeze to your shoulder.
It feels less and less like a request as his grip on you tightens with your silence.
You concede. “I suppose that’s alright…”
“Wonderful.” You’re practically swept back up into the bed once he guides you into the room, toeing the line between appropriate and… something else. Zhongli’s expression is neutral, unreadable, and he pulls away when you settle back against the sheets. “I’ll have to run to the store to pick up something to help with the fever, just rest here until then.”
You… feel like you’re sat in the mouth of a predator, its jaws slowly closing around you. You nod. The room spins with the motion.
Zhongli casts one last glance over his shoulder at you before shutting the door, and you belatedly realize what the look in his eyes was. Obsession.
The lock on the door clicks, the jaws snapping shut.
#yandere#zhongli/reader#zhongli x reader#yandere zhongli#genshin impact#yandere genshin impact#yandere genshin#yandere zhongli x reader#yandere zhongli/reader#zhongli/you#my writing#dead dove do not eat#modern au#follower celebration#banging my head against the table on this one lads#i feel like this is super boring :sobs:#i also didn't explain half the things i wanted to#like there's intended to be a lot of Implied Stuff#and it's intended to be more yandere undertones thru/out the buildup than outright yandere#ugh. just. if it's confusing send an ask and i'll elaborate#i also have no experience with office environments myself so like. teehee i might be way off on certain details
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It's very Eddie coded. It has the lyric "I keep holding my breath for a miracle" which really just rubs salt in the Kiseki (aka Japanese for miracle) wound right now waiting for confirmation that Chen Yi is alive and well in this finale.
Currently reading: It should be students' essays, but I attended a lecture yesterday from Dr. Jody Shipka over Edible Rhetorics where she talked about recipes as a valid form of composition and technical writing as well as the narratives involved in them, so now I'm reading her book Toward a Composition Made Whole, which calls for people to move composition off of the page, and as an emo with plenty of Converse that have lyrics written on them, this hits me in all the right spots.
Currently watching: What am I not watching would be an easier question because I'm watching all the shows, all the time, but I'm about to rewatch ALL of Kiseki: Dear to Me before the finale because I'm obsessed with it. I'm also stuck on episode four of Shadow because the theme of "praying away the trauma" is really hitting my Catholic heart hard.
Current favorite character: EDDIE! All roads lead to my Multicolored Menace. He stole my heart in the very first scene when he said not to look back then tried to run away from Chen Yi, and my love for him has only expanded each episode as he continues to be the most colorful character on the outside in bright cardigans yet the darkest on the inside, just like me! If only he wore black nail polish with his chokers, then it really would be me.
Current WIP: I'm presenting on Polynesian rhetoric in a few weeks, and I'm connecting it to rap music since both are based on oral traditions and incorporate mastery wordplay even in everyday situations, but I'm trying to find "academically appropriate" examples since apparently "Pussy get popped, piñata" is too much for some people. *rolls eyes* Who knew?
Tagging no one because it always reminds me of MySpace Top 8, and I don't want my heart or favorites exposed like that.
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Sensitive revenge//Hazbin hotel Fic ♡
Hello, I'm new to writing tickling fanfics, I hope you like this and you can leave me ideas for next fanfics and recommendations in the comments.
Warnings: this is a tickle fanfic if you don't like it keep scrolling (contains bad language)
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It was a day like any other at the Hazbin Hotel, although something was irritating Charlie and the gang. Today, Nifty was more hyperactive than usual. Seeing the entire house so clean made her nervous because she didn't know what to do to pass the time. So, she spent her time wandering around the hotel or bothering her friends.
Ángel Dust: Nifty! What the hell are you doing?!
Nifty had left dead cockroaches on Ángel's bed as a joke.
Nifty: Ángel, don't worry, they're dead. See? Nifty touched one while laughing maniacally.
This wasn't the first time she had done something like this. Whenever she felt bored, she did things like these. Yesterday, she had wet Husk with water, and she used to watch Vaggie and Charlie sleep to scare them at night.
Ángel Dust: Hey Husk, we have to do something to stop Nifty. He said approaching the bar where his feline friend worked.
Husk: But how? What prank would work on her?
Alastor: There's something much better than any prank that could work. Alastor said coming out of the shadows.
Alastor: Why do you think she never does anything to me?
Ángel Dust and Husk looked at each other with a smile because finally they could get back at Nifty.
Husk: And what do we have to do?
Alastor: You just have to tickle her, and she won't bother you.
Ángel: Tickle her? I once squeezed her sides, but she didn't seem to be sensitive.
Alastor: She's complicated, but when you find her spots, it'll be quite simple.
Ángel Dust: Alright, this is the plan...
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Ángel Dust: Hey Nift, can you come to my room for a second? I think it's full of cockroaches, and I'd like you to help me kill them.
Nifty: Of course! She said excitedly running towards Ángel.
Nifty: Hey Ángel, there are no cockroaches here...
Suddenly she felt Husk grabbing her and taking her to bed for greater comfort for the little demon followed by Ángel holding her arms above her head and Husk squeezing her sides.
Nifty: GUYS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! I DON'T HAVE TICKLISH SPOTS! She said nervously.
Ángel: It's too late for that, darling. Alastor already told us everything.
Husk: Hey now that I think about it, how many ribs do you have? You're so small that I don't think so many fit in you. He said in a mocking tone.
She was just silent, clenching her lips tightly. Husk he started poking her ribs quickly although for Nifty it felt like an eternity. Husk noticed that when he reached the last one Nifty made such a slight squeak that it could barely be heard.
He squeezed it again on purpose but nothing happened. After a while Nifty broke down, letting out a small giggle.
Nifty: Hehehe
It gave Ángel and Husk a flip in their hearts; they had never heard her laugh like that; it was adorable.
Ángel: Aww your laugh is adorable Nift.
Nifty:Nohoho, ithishi is nohot
Husk giggled, he thought this was adorable, he wondered why they hadn't done it before. Ángel took out two more from his arms and went for his armpits, Nifty's giggles rose and turned into laughter.
Nifty:HAHAHAH NOHOHO YOHOU ARE BAHAHAD BOYS
Ángel: Yes, we are very bad boys and now I will eat you, Ángel said playfully, motioning to Husk to change places.
Nifty got nervous when he said that, he knew what it meant, it was what tickled him the most.
Ángel Dust gave him a loud raspberry in the belly making him kick and scream.
Nifty: HAHAHA pfff HAHAHA Angel and Husk stopped suddenly with their eyes open.
Husk: Aww, did you just snort?
Ángel: YOU SNORT?! That is so cute. ♡
Nifty turned red with the comments, finding this whole situation ridiculous and embarrassing.
Ángel tickled her feet and Husk scratched his neck, he tickled him for a few minutes until he decided it was time to stop.
They released Nifty and she did not move from exhaustion and remained trembling in the place.
Husk: Nifty, now that I think about it, you never told us to stop..
Nifty: She stayed blushing trying not to look them in the eyes out of embarrassment. Ángel: Did you like this, right? “Admit it,” he said, laughing.
Nifty: NO, I just don't know, it's been a long time since I felt something like that...
She fell silent for a moment
Yes, I think I liked it a little... Thank you, Dads.
Ángel and Husk's hearts skipped a beat again.
Nifty: SORRY, if it bothers you I won't call you that.
Ángel: No, the nickname is perfect. The three of them hugged in silence for a while.
Nifty showed a big smile which was very cute to the other two demons.
Ángel: Hey, let's go play something Nifty, so you don't spend your free time making jokes, I'll teach you some things so you can learn to relax.
Husk: If you give him drugs I'm going to kill you, son of a bitch.
Ángel: haha, don't worry, nothing like that.
Ángel, Husk and Nifty spent the afternoon playing board games and watching movies, from that day on Nifty regained his smile and really smiled again.
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Wow. Y'all. I truly never expected so many awesome responses on the post I wrote last night about Dieter, Goya and Pedro on Talk Art. It is the first 'fun' thing I've written in so many years - after having felt blocked/paralyzed re: creative pursuits since 2020 (shit happened) -, without stressing about how I wrote it, and it means the world to me that so many people liked it and shared it.
I don't want to clutter up all the feeds by individually sharing and responding to the reblogs etc, so I'm throwing it together in one post here - because I want y'all to know I appreciate it so much. And it honestly made me even more excited that some of my favorite PP fic authors did so, because I've been enjoying YOUR work so much!
@chaoticgeminate Sending those hugs right back, and your fic was absolutely not a silly little piece! I truly love(d) it, and I'm glad it sent me down this little rabbithole. And yes, while writing that piece I also became more convinced that Pedro himself was a really big part in shaping Dieter and his background story. It's so damn intelligent and very much his style.
One thing I didn't mention yesterday (and I'm sure this is something a lot of people already spotted since the first day that the movie was online) is that I also came to realize how much Pedro has based Dieter's outfits and some mannerisms on Jeff Bridges' character The Dude from 'The Big Lebowski'. Never really saw that movie but I put it on today for a bit, and it was striking -- I'd even dare to say that the "'Bola, hold my hair!" moment on the toilet is a nod to how The Dude (who has longer hair) gets his face shoved into a toilet. Also, at one point when Bridges' character is addressed with "Mr Lebowski", he dismisses that and tells the guy to call him Dude, or even 'Duder' which, yeah, that's just a small step from 'Dieter Bravo'.
amycben on Reddit said the same thing about Bridges, and shared these Dieter pics, which definitely made it clear how our Feral Raccoon Boy's style is inspired by 'The Dude' <3 I don't care much for the Lebowski movie, but I love a good reference, especially since it's a Coen brothers movie - and we all know that Pedro now has a small role in Ethan Coen's upcoming movie 'Driveaway Dolls'. Anyway, I honestly hope that at some point Pedro will be asked about the work he did in shaping Dieter, because I'd love to hear more about this. There's no chance in hell that'll happen, because which journalist would ask him this? But I'm cool though if the universe wants to manifest one of us getting to interview him some time in the future, haha.
Anyway, again @chaoticgeminate - thank YOU really. I needed that deep dive more than I knew thanks to your writing!
@nicolethered thank you too for being responsible for my deep dive, haha, it were your screenshots that made me recognize the other Goya paintings! <3 (and I love your gifs btw!
@mysterious-moonstruck-musings well hearing from you that you loved MY writing is just such a super awesome thing after how much I've been enjoying your Dieter story! <3 <3
@julesonrecord I'M TOTALLY IN hahaha, I saw your comment right before I went to bed last night and it made me smile so much!
@imaswellkid I'm def not an Apatow person either, and I'll be honest - the first time I watched the Bubble I couldn't get past the first half, haha. But I later began to realize that you should indeed watch it through a critical lens and as a reflection about the craziness that was going on, rather than 'oh this is a movie about the pandemic'. The Mando bud is great btw! But even better is the Baby Yoda bud - I have no clue how growers/dispenseries (I'm in the midwest) get away with naming their product after Disney stuff, but I'm sure glad it got me to try that hahaha.
@lunapascal IKR artist Dieter is so damn underrated, and I'm so glad that at least a whole lot of fic authors are giving him more of what he deserves! OK and I totally want to write some too now, hahaha. Especially because there's a lack of Dieter x OMC/m!reader fics, which tbh needs to be fixed.
@survivingandenduring @sp00kymulderr @thesimulationswarm @pedrit0-pascalit0 @gemmahale @sin-djarin @perotovar @ladamedusoif @gracie7209 thank you so much for your kind words, they honestly mean so much to me! @angelofsmalldeathandthecodeine WOW, that Dali piece is fuckin incredible! And @basicoccult woahhh maybe y'all did!? See now I feel like I need to inquire about whether y'all take new initiates! <3
@chronically-ghosted God don't get me started, it's so tempting - next thing you know I'll have suckered myself into writing Dieter fic (while I'm only just getting started now on two other WIPs), haha. But yes I'm so curious about what the unspoken canon is there -- and most probably Pedro is the one with answers to that since it seems so much like he created Dee. I ended up googling some Apatow interviews this morning and saw that he set out to make the Bubble as a sort of Christopher Guest movie (the mockumentary style), and other articles said that there was a lot of improv involved - so obviously Pedro must've contributed a lot. Particularly because I've read at least interviews with four directors (Zeke who did Prospect, Craig Mazin from TLOU, I wanna say Patty Jenkins, and I'm currently blanking on the other name) who spoke about how involved Pedro was, down to specific dialogue and character's motivations etc in shaping the movie (I think Zeke said that Pedro worked with them to tone down Ezra's Shakespearian manner of speech a little, which I can totally see happening since Pedro has done/read so much Shakespeare and it's easy to picture that he wants to fine tune it so it's accessible enough for audiences). Ugh, it's probably gonna take a long while until there'll be any long form interviews with him again, and sadly interviewers are probably not gonna ask about any of this.
Re: painting or acting, yesterday I read @blueeyesatnight 's That's Not Your Name-Dieter fic (LOVED it, can def recommend it!) and one of the coolest things about Dee's character development there is that it indeed delves into 'okay how did he pick acting versus art' and more background story, plus how in the current day events of the story he is even making his own oil paint. That has become my headcanon now <3
@tessa-quayle I'm so glad you liked my post!! I really really wish that Russell and Robert would do another episode with Pedro. I love Russell in particular (sorta followed his work since Being Human was released, which holy crap was already 15 yrs ago?), but the way they attempted to interview Pedro back then was kind of a hot mess - and I say that lovingly hahaha. They were so enthusiastic that they talked over him so/too many times, so I'd love a tad calmer conversation where P has the opportunity to go more indepth.
@tvversionperson IKR there is SO much plot and character development to be explored with Dieter in that movie, which of course it doesn't have room to delve into but shit I wish they would/could. Or at least to just hear Pedro talk about what his thoughts are on it, because you know he most definitely had Dee's entire back story fleshed out in his head when he shot this movie.
Super long post, but again, I just wanted to thank y'all for the love. This is the first time I've done anything writing wise re: the PP cinematic universe, and all your responses have been so heartwarming and really encouraged me to do more stuff in one way or another with the Pedro boys, be it rabbit hole analysis or fic.
#pedro pascal characters#dieter bravo#dieter bravo x f!reader#goya#francisco goya#black paintings#saturn devouring his son#witches sabbath#two old men eating soup#he-goat men#pedro pascal character fanfiction#pedro pascal#dieter bravo fanfiction#the bubble#art#talk art#painting#oil painting#mural
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